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❝the witch hybrid and her companion 2❞

✭ pairing : father Carlisle Cullen x reader x imprint Seth Clearwater

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is a young witch who Carlisle had saved from the Salem witch trials, she had been been on the verge of being fully brunt to death when he had grabbed and rescued her, she was fifteen when he had turnt her thus making her the first hybrid of both witch and vampire species.

✭ authors note : this is part 2 to this request and I’m resuming from where I left off at

✭ twilight masterlist

In the days following the revelation of Seth's imprint on (Y/N), Carlisle's overprotectiveness had reached new heights. He wanted to know her whereabouts at all times, even when he was at work. While his intentions were rooted in concern, (Y/N) found his constant vigilance suffocating.

One afternoon, feeling frustrated and in need of some space, (Y/N) decided to return to the Quileute pack's house. She was aware that her presence might not be welcomed by everyone, but she couldn't bear the overbearing atmosphere at home any longer.

As she arrived at the pack's house, Paul's abrasive greeting didn't surprise her. "Oh great, the freak's back."

Seth, sitting nearby, growled in response, his protective instincts kicking in. He shot Paul a warning glare before getting up and rushing to (Y/N)'s side. His face lit up with a lovesick smile as he hugged her tightly. "I've missed you," he murmured.

(Y/N) blushed and fidgeted under Seth's warm embrace, feeling a mixture of flattery and embarrassment.

Sam, observing the scene, approached with a curious expression. "Why are you here, (Y/N)?"

Unable to meet Sam's gaze, (Y/N) buried her head in Seth's chest and mumbled, "Just wanted to talk with Seth for a bit."

Seth tightened his hold on her, as if silently claiming her presence. He responded with a determined nod, his expression reflecting his unwavering affection for her.

Sam exchanged a knowing glance with the other pack members, recognizing the depth of Seth's imprint bond with (Y/N). While some tensions still lingered, they understood that this connection was beyond their control and something that needed to be respected.

(Y/N) and Seth, in that moment, found solace in each other's presence, away from the complexities and expectations of their respective worlds.

“Here follow me, I know where we can hang out at.”

Seth gently led (Y/N) toward the beach, their footsteps leaving imprints in the soft sand. The sound of the crashing waves filled the air, and the moon cast a shimmering silver glow over the ocean. It was a tranquil scene, the perfect backdrop for their conversation.

They found a quiet spot on the shore, sitting side by side, their toes sinking into the cool sand. They watched the waves roll in and out, the rhythm of the ocean providing a sense of calm.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Seth turned to (Y/N), his eyes searching her face. "Something's been bothering you, hasn't it?"

(Y/N) sighed, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "Yeah, it's my father, Carlisle. He's been so overprotective lately, and it's suffocating."

Seth chuckled softly, understanding her frustration. "I get it. My big sister, Leah, can be the same way. They care deeply for us, (Y/N). They don't want to see us hurt."

(Y/N) nodded, appreciating Seth's perspective. "I know, and I love him for it, but I also need some space, you know? I want to have my own experiences and make my own decisions."

Seth grinned, his expression warm and supportive. "You're strong, (Y/N), and you've got a good head on your shoulders. You can handle it. Just be patient with him. He's learning too."

They turned their attention back to the waves, their conversation bringing a sense of understanding and reassurance. In that moment, (Y/N) felt grateful for the bond she shared with Seth, one that allowed them to share their concerns and find solace in each other's company.

As they watched the moonlight dance on the water, they knew that the challenges of their supernatural existence were vast, but with each other's support, they could navigate the complexities of their worlds and the relationships they held dear.

Seth's curiosity lingered in the tranquil night air as he turned to (Y/N) and asked, "If it isn't too much trouble to ask, what was it like back then for you?"

(Y/N) contemplated the question for a moment, the memories of those dark times resurfacing. "During the Salem witch trials?"

Seth nodded, his eyes reflecting genuine interest.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her gaze distant as she began to recount her past. "My mother and I lived in fear, but there was a strange kind of harmony to it. We were both witches, you see. We learned magic from the grand witch, the first to be burnt alive in those trials."

Seth listened intently, captivated by her story.

(Y/N) continued, "The grand witch had been an outcast, feared and shunned by the townsfolk. But she wasn't wicked; she was just misunderstood. My mother and I were the only ones kind to her, and in return, she taught us her magic."

Seth's eyes widened with understanding. "So, you and your mother were accused because of your magic?"

(Y/N) nodded sadly. "Yes. They found my mother using her magic to make the crops grow during a particularly harsh season. The townsfolk believed it was witchcraft, so they killed her. A few months later, they came for me, fearing I was a witch like her."

Seth's expression turned sympathetic as he listened to the harrowing tale. He couldn't imagine the pain and fear (Y/N) must have endured during those dark times.

(Y/N) sighed, her gaze returning to the moonlit waves. "It was a time of persecution and ignorance, Seth. I'm just grateful that I found a family who accepts me for who I am now."

Seth reached out and gently squeezed (Y/N)'s hand, offering silent comfort and understanding. He had glimpsed a piece of her past, and it only deepened his admiration for her strength and resilience.

Seth's curiosity continued to drive his questions as he turned to (Y/N) once more. "Can you tell me what it was like when you were turned into a vampire?"

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her memories of the transformation still vivid and painful. "It was... excruciating. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. The venom burned like a thousand fires, coursing through my veins."

She shivered as she recalled the sensation, her voice quivering with the memories. "It was like reliving the flames from the stake all over again. But there was something else, something deeper. My own blood fought against the venom, resisting the change."

Seth's expression turned sympathetic as he listened to her describe the agonizing process. "That sounds awful. How did you make it through?"

(Y/N) took a deep breath, finding strength in the presence of her friend. "I had Carlisle with me. He saved me from the pain of the stake, and he was there to help me through the transformation as well. He's been my savior in more ways than one."

Seth nodded, his respect for Carlisle growing even stronger. He couldn't imagine the strength and resilience it took for (Y/N) to endure such a traumatic experience and emerge from it as the person she was today.

As they continued their conversation under the moonlit sky, (Y/N) and Seth found solace in sharing their pasts and the challenges they had faced.

As (Y/N) and Seth continued to share their stories and experiences, it became clear that their bond was growing stronger with each passing moment. (Y/N) had learned about Seth's curiosity, and now it was her turn to ask about his life.

"I'd like to hear more about your life, Seth," she said, her eyes filled with genuine interest. "Tell me about your family."

Seth smiled, appreciating her curiosity. "Sure, (Y/N). Well, it's just my mom and my sister, Leah, now. Our dad, Harry, passed away when I was pretty young."

(Y/N) nodded in understanding, a sympathetic expression on her face.

Seth continued, "After Dad's death, it was just the three of us. Leah took on a lot of responsibility, helping our mom, Sue, raise me. She's always been strong and protective."

(Y/N) listened intently, gaining a deeper understanding of Seth's family dynamics.

Seth's smile grew as he recounted more of their story. "Leah shifted first, a few weeks before I did. It was a tough time for us, but she managed to navigate the challenges of being a wolf. When I eventually shifted too, it was a relief to have her by my side, guiding me through it."

(Y/N) was struck by the strength and resilience of the Clearwater family, especially Leah and Seth, who had faced significant challenges at a young age. Their bond as siblings had undoubtedly played a crucial role in helping them weather the storms of their supernatural existence.

As the conversation with Seth stretched into the late hours of the night, the moon hanging high in the sky, he eventually noticed the time. With a concerned expression, he spoke up, "It's getting pretty late. I could ask my mom if you can stay over if you want."

(Y/N) smiled warmly at his offer, appreciating his thoughtfulness. "That's really sweet, Seth, but I should head back home. My family's been worried about me enough as it is, especially my dad."

Seth nodded in understanding, realizing the importance of (Y/N)'s family. "I get it. Family comes first."

As they began to make their way back to the pack's house, Seth walked alongside (Y/N), the night air filled with a sense of companionship and understanding. When they finally reached their destination, Seth turned to (Y/N) with a soft smile.

"Well, (Y/N), thanks for coming to visit and sharing all those stories with me."

(Y/N) returned his smile, feeling a sense of connection she hadn't expected when she first ventured out to the pack's house. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Seth's cheek. "Thank you for being such a good friend, Seth. I'll see you soon."

Seth's cheeks flushed bright red at the unexpected kiss. He stammered a grateful but slightly flustered reply, "Yeah, definitely. See you soon, (Y/N)."

As (Y/N) turned to head back home, she couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth in her heart. The supernatural world was filled with complexities and challenges, but it was also where unexpected friendships and connections could bloom, leaving a lasting impact on those who dared to embrace them.

As (Y/N) returned home, the familiar embrace of her family awaited her. Carlisle, who had been anxiously waiting for her, enveloped her in a tight hug the moment she stepped through the door.

"I'm so sorry for my behavior, (Y/N)," Carlisle whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I just worry about you, and I love you deeply."

(Y/N) returned the hug, her heart warmed by her father's concern. "I love you too, Carlisle. I'm grateful to have you as my father, even if I'm adopted."

Carlisle smiled, a mixture of relief and affection in his eyes. "You will always be my daughter, no matter what."

Feeling reassured, (Y/N) couldn't help but yawn. The long evening and heartfelt conversations with Seth had taken their toll on her.

Seeing her exhaustion, Carlisle gently said, "It's getting late, (Y/N). You should go to bed."

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment before making a request. "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep? Sing me the lullaby you used to sing when I was younger?"

Carlisle nodded, his heart swelling with love for his daughter. He followed her to her room, and as she settled into bed, he sat beside her. He began to softly sing the familiar lullaby that had always brought her comfort.

"The monsters gone, and it's on the run,

And your daddy's here.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl."

As the soothing words filled the room, (Y/N) felt her eyelids grow heavy. She closed her eyes, listening to the familiar melody, and soon, the embrace of sleep overcame her.

Carlisle watched over her for a while longer, a wistful smile on his face. His little girl was growing up, and with each passing day, she was embracing her own unique journey in the supernatural world. He knew that their family's bond would remain unbreakable, no matter how much she changed and grew.

With a final loving glance at (Y/N), he left her room, closing the door gently behind him. The night settled over the Cullens' home, and Carlisle couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and connections that bound their family together, even in the face of the challenges that their extraordinary existence presented.

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Before we start, the regular bulletpoint facts to get out of the way:

•Jake and Bella are the same age (Bella still older) and Seth and A.J. are a year younger than them

•In this Twilight fanfic universe, vamps and wolves who were changed before they turned 18 continue to age until they reach 18 cause I said so (but for plot/character sake, let’s say, Jane and Alec still look young)

•Jasper served in the Union

•Proofread but not perfect

This is a Seth Clearwater x OC (?) Cullen story based off my friend who requested this slowburn fic, since there are almost no Seth fanfics (the disrespect😤🤚🏻). All chapters are named after Florence+the Machine songs cause me and my bestie love her stuff

Word Count: 7754

(also I'm better with dialogue so I apologize for my less-than-perfect description skillz…and I apologize for the two-month wait…)

Without further ado…Chapter Two of Shake It Out

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The first two months A.J. spent as a newborn were perhaps the worst two months of her entire life. It was bad enough she had been jumped by a ‘serial sucker’; but then waking up in a cabin where two strange, porcelain-like adults were watching over her, telling her things about being changed into some monstrosity previously thought to be nothing but a myth… yeah-that was the icing on her burnt cake.

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Her ruby eyes peeled open, a dull yellow light illuminating the bedroom where she resided. The mattress A.J. was lying upon creaked as she shifted while her deep-set eyes adjusted to the lamplight on the bedstand next to her. A chilled breeze blew across her face from an old window to her right, not nearly as cold as her skin felt, but enough to let her know it was still around May.

After a few moments, once her eyes had adjusted to the abnormally bright light, she willed them to fully open.

“Shit!” she swore quietly.

A.J.’s eyes snapped shut after they involuntarily zoomed in on the log wall across from her bed. In a blink, she sat upright, cold hands rubbing her eyes in an attempt to soothe the strange feeling of enhanced sight. Her left hand dropped from where it was and went to grip the soft blanket that lay over her. Much to A.J.’s dismay, when she threw the blanket off, a loud tearing sound filled the quiet room as the blanket ripped apart.

“Shit,” she swore a second time while carefully sliding her right leg off of the blanket.

The blanket came off easily after A.J.’s leg no longer weighed it down, though it was now only held together by a thread. Her strong legs fell off the side of the bed, her bare feet resting on the floor. A sudden spike of fear dropped in her stomach as memories slowly filled her mind.

Volleyball.

A park.

Practicing.

A man… with red eyes.

Biting.

Pain.

Water.

Choking.

Nothing.

Nothing?

Had she died?

“No, I couldn’t have,” A.J. thought to herself, “Right?”

Just as she was about to inspect herself further, hushed voices caught her attention.

“We should give her a few minutes, give her some time to think.” the soft, male voice said.

“The poor thing is probably confused and scared, Carlisle.” a female voice replied.

A sigh escaped the man. “You’re right. I suppose it's best not to leave her unattended for too long.”

At that, A.J.’s eyes widen in fear. Her eyes scanned the room for anything that could be used as a weapon, deciding she wasn’t going down without a fight. Upon finding nothing outwardly weapon-like and the footsteps getting closer, A.J. snatched the blue bedside lamp up; causing the cord to be ripped from the socket.

The footsteps stopped in front of her door as she zipped against the wall perpendicular to the door. Her body froze at the realization of how fast she had just moved. Fear rippled through her once again. The lamp lowered ever so slightly as she got lost in thought until the handle of the door turned and gradually creaked open.

A roar erupted from her hoarse throat as A.J. spun around the corner and pummeled the lamp at her… whatever they were… all she knew was that she was alone with possible murderers. Luckily for the intruding pair, the lamp flew through the door and into the wall behind it with a loud clatter.

Cautiously, Carlisle peeked his head in with a soft smile on his porcelain face.

“Hello, Angel,” he spoke to the rabid-looking girl, “Please, allow us to explain-,”

Before he could finish, however, A.J.’s fist collided with his face, sending him to the now broken floorboards. Esme’s topaz eyes widen at the scene before her, before kneeling in her green ensemble to help Carlisle up. A small nod of gratitude was sent Esme’s way as Carlisle allowed her to help him. His face cracked along the jaw and cheekbone, making him appear to A.J. as a broken statue… which certainly didn’t help his case.

On his way up, Carlisle grabbed the styrofoam cup that had fallen from his hands, “Well, I suppose Alice couldn’t warn us about everything.” he joked in the hope of lightening the atmosphere.

A.J. squared her body, ready to swing again at a moment's notice, should they decide to try anything.

“I don’t kn-,” A.J.’s voice abruptly stopped as she rasped out as much as it would allow her.

Her hand came to her throat as the dryness became more apparent, especially after the adrenaline-filled roar.

Carlisle and Esme stood to their full heights again, Carlisle’s face having smoothed back.

“Please,” Esme pleaded softly, “Sit, make yourself comfortable, and allow us to explain.”

A.J. hesitated, too frightened to relax in front of them-too confused to not find out what was happening to her. After a moment of contemplation and encouraging smiles from the two unnatural-looking adults, she slowly trailed to the side of the bed closest to a window, red eyes not daring to leave the couple.

Carlisle slowly approached her first, Esme trailing behind him, his hand outstretched toward A.J., holding the covered cup.

A strong aroma of fresh blood filled A.J.’s nostrils, awakening a deep yearning inside of her that she didn’t even know she had.

Carlisle had a knowing look on his face. “Here, please, take it. It’ll soothe your throat.” he shook the cup in his hand as if silently convincing her to take it.

A.J. glanced between him and the straw sticking out of the cup. Her nose twitched at the scent of it, disgust running through her, but the insatiable hunger proved valiant at that moment as she snatched the cup from his pale hand and eagerly drank it.

Esme slowly stepped to Carlisle’s side as they watched the young girl drain every last drop of animal blood from the cup, back hunched and eyes flickering around her surroundings like a wild animal devouring its freshly hunted prey. After less than a minute, A.J. lowered the cup from her bloody mouth, taking in an unnecessary breath. Leisurely, her red teeth were licked by her even more red tongue as she glimpsed at the couple in the corner of her eyes.

One more gulp later, A.J. sat up straight and wiped the corners of her mouth with her thumb.

“What happened to me?”

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8 days after Alice had her vision of A.J.’s attack by a nomadic vampire, Jasper was instructed to travel to the Denali coven in Alaska. While he was heading up there, Esme and Carlisle traveled down to Bastrop, Texas, and arrived the night of her attack where she was found bleeding and face down in the pond of the park.

After picking up the deceased girl, the strange group traveled to a spacious and secluded log cabin in southern Oklahoma. For two weeks they stayed there, A.J. waking up two days after until they decided it was safe to take a conscious A.J. across the country. When the time came around, Esme drove back to Forks while Carlisle and A.J. drove up to the Denali coven’s home, where Jasper was waiting.

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Fresh footprints formed in the packed snow as Carlisle led A.J. toward the five Denalis and Jasper. The teenager's red eyes bore into each of them, still apprehensive about all of this. Though she had grown to trust Carlisle and Esme, at least, as much as one could in two weeks. A gust of wind came from beyond the Denali’s house, which was a few yards in front of her. Her short hair blew behind her as the wind passed by her and Carlisle. A wave of sadness fell upon A.J. as she noticed the chilled wind felt no different from her practically frozen skin.

While walking, a stoic man, with an inhumanly perfect posture that stood to the side of the Denalis, caught A.J.’s attention.

“What’s wrong with him?” she thought to herself as she studied his frowning face.

Failing to realize Carlisle had stopped walking, A.J. stumbled into him. As if on autopilot, A.J.’s strong left hand swung up and gripped Carlisle’s arm through the soft sweater he was wearing and kicked his legs out from under him, then swung her right arm around his neck. His knees dropped in the snow, as A.J. positioned him in a potentially deadly headlock, not realizing her actions until after it had been done.

Jasper immediately started forward as the Denali coven straightened themselves, not quite sure what was about to happen or what to do.

Carlisle forced a smile, despite his tire for this… reactive behavior and the snow wetting his fortunately worn-down jeans; which had been chosen as a precautionary for this exact situation.

“No-no, it’s alright,” Carlisle dismissed their worry, “This is something I hope you can help with,” he said towards the dark-haired man standing with the Denalis.

Jasper stopped in his tracks and watched along with the Denalis as A.J. released her grip with an apologetic look on her face. Sensing A.J.’s distress rapidly heightening, Jasper decided to send a wave of calm over the tall girl and watched as it gradually overcame her. Her posture relaxed, and her frown straightened out before confusion overtook her.

Speculating eyes from A.J. trailed over to Jasper as Carlisle took her hand to stand up. When Jasper’s topaz eyes met her alert red ones, he consciously relaxed his posture, forcing his shoulders to slouch and hands to rest by his side. Unfortunately for Jasper, his ‘relaxed’ stance only made A.J. more on edge due to its blatant, forced nature.

“I’m sorry,” she brought her eyes back to Carlisle while helping him up, “I really didn’t mean to-it-it just happened. I'm sorry.”

“Yes,” a man with short, dark hair, who A.J. assumed was Eleazar based on Carlisle’s description, stepped away from his coven.

He spoke again, “It seems you possess abnormally high agility, even for a newborn. Forgive me, I’m Eleazar and this is my wife, Carmen.” Eleazar outstretched his hand for a woman with pale, olive skin to join him.

A.J. watched closely as Carmen stepped forward with a warm smile that matched her husband’s, gracing her squared face.

Carlisle made eye contact with A.J. as he placed his hands on her shoulders, “This is Angel Dane-,”

“A.J.,” the apprehensive newborn corrected the elder vampire, “I go by A.J.”

“Right, forgive me.” Carlisle smiled apologetically at her.

The chilled air that blew around seem to be amplified by the tense atmosphere created by A.J. The eyes of so many people used to aid her volleyball or softball performance, but it felt different now...unnatural now. Though it was a minuscule crowd in comparison; with the five Denalis standing in front of their house ready to welcome her, Jasper standing off to the side with perfect posture, and Carlisle on his feet directly next to A.J.

“I’m Carmen,” A.J. hesitantly shook her hand, “It’s wonderful to meet you, A.J. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay with us.”

A.J. gave her a tight-lipped nod. “I hope so too.”

Jasper frowned once again at A.J.’s state, a knowing look in his eyes as his own memories flooded his head. Though he felt A.J.’s demeanor lighten, there was still that underlying feeling of fear encasing her. So, the tall, blonde man stepped the rest of the way to the others. His wavy hair bounced as he approached the guarded girl, his brown boots tucked under his dark jeans tracked in the fresh snow. He wore a pewter sweater over a white button-up with the collar peaking out, in spite of the fact he had no need to dress warmly.

Jasper paused in front of A.J. and took his left hand out while the other stayed put behind his back. “I’m Jasper.”

A.J. met his topaz eyes and shook his cold hand. A small smile was sent her way by Jasper as a wave of peace washed over her, much larger than last time.

A.J.’s thick, arched brows furrowed as she greeted him. “Cullen, right?”

“Technically Whitlock, technically Hale, but, yes, a Cullen,” Jasper answered with a teasing smirk.

The corners of A.J.’s mouth curved up ever so slightly at his remark, Jasper and Carlisle both noticing and were quite relieved at the sight.

During this small transaction; the last of three Denalis, who A.J. was told were Irina, Tanya, and Katrina-or Kate-as she was called, stepped forward to meet the other vampires.

The shortest one with curled hair introduced herself first, which A.J. guessed was Tanya.

“I’m Tanya-”

“Yes!” A.J. silently congratulated herself for that small victory.

“We’re happy to have you here.” Tanya shook A.J.’s cold hand.

“Happy to be here,” A.J. replied.

Tanya’s taller, wavy-haired sister introduced herself next-who A.J. guessed was Kate.

They both stuck their hand out, “I’m Irina-“

“Damn it.” A.J. cursed herself.

The last of the blondes stepped forward.

“Now this is Kate,” A.J. stated to herself, knowing for sure the other two weren’t.

“I’m Kate,” the woman smirked while shaking hands with A.J., “It’ll be fun helping learn to control your ability.”

A.J. snorted, “I don’t know. It’s kinda a pain in the ass.”

Eleazar smiled in amusement. “Yes, your ‘ballistic’-like scream will prove to be quite a challenge.”

Carlisle’s smile faltered before he fixed it. “Her what?”

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So once the third month of her second life came around in August, the three Cullens traveled back to Forks, Washington, where A.J. would officially meet the rest of her newfound family.

Meeting the remaining four ‘children’ went much smoother than meeting Carlisle and Esme or the Denalis. Carlisle, in particular, was very thankful for this. The conversation flowed well. There was no awkward silence this time, at least on A.J.’s part, and no physical aggression if one disregards that small bit caused by Emmett.

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A.J. sat down on the cotton-blend purple couch that resided in her new bedroom. As her eyes trailed around the room, she concluded that it would need some work before it would feel like her room. All the plain, white, and purple/blue decor wasn’t exactly her style; but she could see how Alice and Rosalie had tried their best to make it a room a teenage girl would like, despite how long it had been since they were mentally at such an age.

The newborn had just finished meeting the rest of the Cullens and was told to go make herself at home while they grabbed what few things of hers she was able to keep from her old life. She had good impressions of the rest of the Cullens, or her new siblings, as Alice had introduced them; though she did not like the major invasion of privacy ‘powers’ three of them had, but-hey-what are you going to do?

After a moment of taking in her surroundings, A.J. remembered Rosalie and Alice telling her they had stocked her closet with a few things for her to start with. She glanced down at her current attire, which happened to be an outfit she had smuggled from old belongings; a sky blue sleeveless turtle neck with a pair of low-waisted blue jeans and black combat boots over novelty socks, not that the socks could be seen.

A.J. leaned forward and stood up, a little faster than she had meant to, without her left knee creaking. A snort left her when she had momentarily forgotten about the ‘perfect body’ part of vampirism. She no longer had to worry about that bad knee of hers from a softball injury when she was 12.

For a brief moment, A.J. felt a small tremor of sadness in her chest upon realizing she wouldn’t feel any human characteristic like that again. She understood how most would jump at the opportunity to no longer have sore limbs, perfect skin, or not have to worry about ever being sick; but it was your imperfections that made you human, after all.

A creak made A.J. snap her head up at her open door in the far left corner of her room. Her eyes landed on a big, burly, smiling man with a small box of A.J.’s things… the only box of A.J.’s things. His dark, curly hair was cut short against his head which showcased his sharp features. A blue cotton t-shirt covered his torso and black jeans paired with converse on his bottom half. The chain attached to his belt loops jingled when he moved about and added an edgy flair to his ensemble.

“May I?” he asked to enter her room with a slight tilt of his head.

A.J. nodded, “Yeah, sure, I do kinda need that box.” a small teasing smile spread across her face.

“You better,” Emmett continued as he walked in, “‘Cause this thing is heavy.”

A.J. chuckled at his joke as he set the box down on the desk, a few feet in front of the door, in an exasperated manner.

Emmett turned back to her. “So, what was up with you staring longingly at your knee? I mean, it’s been a while since I was a newborn, but I don’t remember falling in love with my elbow.”

“I ain’t falling in love with my knee,” A.J.’s lips formed a straight line, contrary to her amusement.

“Ain't? Oh great, another Jasper!” Emmett groaned dramatically, clearly attempting to jab at his new sister.

A.J. squinted her eyes. “I thought you were from Tennessee? You telling me they don't say 'ain't' there?” she inquired, an eyebrow quirked up for effect.

“Oh, we do, trust me. At least when I lived there, don't think it’s changed much though.” Emmett scratched his head as he answered.

“Then what are you on my ass for?” A.J. sassed back as her voice slipped into a valley girl accent.

Emmett laughed, “All right, you got me,” he raised his arms in defeat, “Now what was with you falling in love with your knee?”

“I was reminiscing about an injury,” A.J. answered and shifted her weight to her right leg.

Emmett furrowed his brows and crossed his arms casually. “Reminiscing about an injury? Must’ve been a good one.”

A.J. grinned widely at the memory of it happening.

“Oh, it was,” she started as she turned to face Emmett completely, “A pitching machine sent a ninety-mile-per-hour softball flying at my knee when I was 12.”

Emmett winced. “Damn, sounds rough.”

A.J. nodded, “Damn straight-thing had me out of it for nearly a year. Worst year of my life-well-until now. No offense to y’all, just not exactly how I envisioned my life going.” she added quickly in fear of offending the people who were kind enough to give her a home.

“None taken.” Emmett shook it off, not personally knowing how frightening her current situation is, but going off context clues and Rosalie, was able to understand.

The two continued talking as Emmett gave her the ‘down low’ on everyone, much more dirt being dished in his than the one Carlisle gave-not that A.J. was complaining-on the contrary, she was thoroughly enjoying it. The whole conversation gave her a sense of normalcy. It felt real... raw, like she was in the presence of a normal, American family she had always dreamed of, and in a sense, she supposed she was.

“And, yeah, that’s Eddie for you.” Emmett finished his spiel as A.J. listened intently.

Her thick eyebrows shot up in a look of mirth. “Dang, you know, I did kinda get that vibe from him.”

Emmett snickered at her remark, “Hey, do you have a volleyball? You played, right?” he jumped to a different topic.

A.J.’s face immediately brightened, a look Emmett had not seen yet, but would soon be accustomed to.

“Yeah, it should be in my one box that contains everything I own,” A.J. answered with a hint of sarcasm, “Sorry when I say stuff like that. I swear I don't mean it in a rude way.”

Emmett shrugged her off as he opened the cardboard box and picked the volleyball off the top of her belongings.

“Emmett!” Carlisle’s voice called out to Emmett from downstairs.

Emmett ignored his adopted father. “Don’t worry, you’ll fit right in, Aje,” he spoke before spinning back to her, “Think fast!”

Dipping into his vampiric abilities, Emmett chucked the volleyball with one hand at the unprepared A.J. The newborn reacted fast, with the ball coming full force at her face, and caught it with her right hand. The force which it was sent and caught with caused her arm to roll back in a circular before the ball was flung back at Emmett with more force than he had thrown it with.

Just as Carlisle, Alice, and Rosalie had arrived in front of A.J.’s door, Emmett was sent into the white wall behind him, the wall cracking from the force of his weight.

“That’s… what we came up here for,” Carlisle explained.

A.J.’s eyes went wide as she rushed over to help him up. “Ah, geez, I'm sar’y! I ‘idn't mean to-it just-I did it again,” her accent grew thicker as she explained.

Emmett groaned as he stood up. “Damn, Aje, you’re one strong lil’ newborn.”

Rosalie strolled past Carlisle through the doorway to reach her husband and gripped his hand with hers. As she pulled him up, her opposite hand came to rest on his shoulder to steady him as he stood fully.

“A little too strong, I think,” A.J. spoke to herself with a grimace at the scene of the damage she caused.

Carlisle turned his head to her, a sympathetic smile on his face for his daughter.

Carlisle opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Alice.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she floated passed Carlisle and held A.J.’s wrists with her dainty hands, “You master your powers in practically no time.” a bright smile was plastered on Alice’s face as she spoke.

At her reassuring words, and blind faith that Alice actually saw that happening, the corners of A.J.’s mouth quirked up.

“I hope so,” A.J. responded.

Alice glanced behind her back at Carlisle, who gave her a small appreciative nod for her actions.

In a blink, Jasper and Edward appeared behind Carlisle, both with mischievous smirks on their face.

“We heard a commotion,” Edward stated, peering around the door to see the large hole in the wall.

Jasper’s smirk seemed to grow at the sight of Rosalie rubbing Emmett’s ‘injured’ back.

“Did Emmett get his ass kicked,” he teased, glancing over at Alice spinning around next to A.J. to watch the brothers banter.

Emmett glared at him with his honey-gold eyes. “No, I didn’t get my ass handed to me. I was just caught off guard.”

Edward smiled, “So you got your ass kicked,” he chuckled.

“Alright,” Emmett gently pushed past Rosalie, who ‘playfully’ rolled her eyes at them, “Why don’t I show you two the force she threw that ball with?”

“Oh, please do,” Jasper egged on as Carlisle stood between the three men, “If yer’ even strong enough to do such a thang’.”

Emmett huffed as a grin spread across his face. “Oh, I think I’m-,”

“What happened?” Esme appeared behind the four men in the doorway.

Carlisle stepped to the side to let her in. “Just a small mishap. Nothing we can’t fix,” he answered as he wrapped a sleeve-covered arm around Esme’s waist.

Esme looked past Rosalie as she moved out of the way towards A.J. The large hole in the wall caused her to widen her eyes in shock, not quite expecting that to happen today. Her eyes trailed over to where the girls stood in front of the windows as she laid a hand on Carlisle’s chest.

“Well, I’m sure you wanted to choose a new color for your room anyway,” Esme smiled at A.J., “And I always enjoy a little renovating.”

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About a month after some home renovation and gaining more control of A.J.’s abilities, all was going well in the Cullen coven. Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie became her primary teachers for learning to control her enhanced agility, and the others tried their best to help with her ballistic scream. Unfortunately for the Cullens, Kate of the Denali coven was most equipped for teaching A.J. to gain control over her scream and had since taught her the most in A.J.’s short stay with the Denali’s. Though her scream was most difficult to learn to control, especially during board games where she was winning, her family was teaching her and she was still learning.

A.J. was enjoying her new life peacefully, as were the Cullens, until a letter Alice had a vision of was delivered on a Monday afternoon.

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A.J. walked alongside Carlisle and Esme, practically squished between the two of them as they were led through the stone walls of the Volturi’s headquarters. The first night she had woken up after being transformed into a vampire, Carlisle and Esme had explained to her the Volturi, their ways, their laws, and their history, after explaining what had happened to her.

When the letter arrived at the Cullen’s house, she remembered Rosalie seeming the most distressed, though she couldn’t pry the reason out of her, only a short-

“The Volturi are powerful vampires. Follow their rules, and you’ll be fine, Angel.”

Everyone told her something similar to that; Carlisle, Eleazar, and Edward being the only exception. Late at night, after a heated game of Uno that ended in Edward winning and Emmett and A.J. claiming he cheated; Carlisle, A.J. and Edward ventured to Carlisle’s study where the patriarch of the Cullen’s thoroughly explained his history with the Volturi.

He spoke of venturing to Italy for his studies, where there he came across a group of vampires that, unlike the ones he met in the sewers, were refined and sophisticated. He explained how the Volturi invited him to stay with them, and which took up their offer for a few decades, before deciding to leave as a result of incompatible feeding styles.

Edward added his own knowledge and scarce personal experience with the Volturi after hearing A.J.’s silent questions. He described each of the leaders' abilities, if they possessed one, along with their higher-up guards. A.J. was warned to avoid angering the blonde co-leader, as it was ‘detrimental’ to her safety, and to only speak if they talk to her explicitly.

A.J. shook her head at the memories, grounding herself back in the present moment. The thought of ‘these dudes must be pompous assholes’ crossed her mind before she quickly drowned it with a Yellowcard song, in fear of someone sharing Edward's ability when she received a dark look from a passing vampire. She flashed an innocent smile like the one she used to in volleyball when a teammate would tell her to shut up after accidentally blowing their ear drum out when A.J. was simply trying to call out a foul play.

The four vampires finally came to a halt after the woman escorting them stopped in front of a large wooden door. The door by itself was intimidating to A.J., let alone the three powerful vampires who could decide to kill her in an instant, and not even Carlisle or Esme could stop them.

As the doors were pushed open, the first thing that caught A.J.’s eyes were the three pale men sitting adjacent to each other on black thrones garnished with gold trimming, which resided upon a short plateau. Their all-black attire and cream-colored marble walls only enhanced their luminescent skin, and their red eyes shined like garnets in the sun from the low lighting in the room. Guards lined the surrounding marble pillars of the room in various dark grey cloaks with perfect posture, almost as if they were daring A.J. or her parents to try something.

A.J. felt a soft, cold hand grip her equally cold right one. She looked over at the culprit and met eyes with Esme, who held an encouraging smile on her face. A.J. returned the smile, thankful for the mother she was finally blessed with.

The group continued walking as the tall, dark woman led them to stand a few feet away from the Volturi. The one with slicked-back black hair whose throne sat closest to them slowly grinned at the three Cullens as the woman left them. A.J. stared at him, quite uneasy from his strangely enthusiastic smile.

“Edward was right about his freaky grin,” A.J. thought to herself about Aro before quickly overpowering it with another thought.

“Ah, Carlisle,” Aro started while bringing his fingertips to rest against each other, “Yet another child joins your coven.”

The blonde vampire with a scowl on his face to Aro’s right spoke up, “The Cullens continue to grow an army to overthrow us,” he spat prematurely.

Aro flicked his stubby hand up. “Enough, Caius. They’ve done nothing wrong. At least, not yet.”

Carlisle smiled kindly at Aro and placed his right arm on A.J.’s back, “This is Angel Hale. She joined us four months ago, and I assure you, we would never think to attempt any sort of mutiny.”

A.J. turned her head from looking at Carlisle as he spoke, back to meet Aro’s cloudy eyes.

“I go by A.J., though,” she spoke, noticing the slight squeeze Esme gave her hand.

Aro’s grin leisurely fell, “Oh, what a shame. Angel is such a beautiful name.”

A.J. watched with apprehensive eyes as Aro gradually stood to his full height, which wasn’t much taller than herself. He ambled down the few stairs that separated him from the rest of the room, his back straight as his hair. Carlisle tenderly rubbed A.J.’s upper back before Esme pulled her to the side to give Aro room for his gift.

The Volturi leader stopped in front of Carlisle, standing on the last step above the Cullen patriarch; a subtle reminder of who holds the power here. A stout hand floated up and paused near Carlisle’s light blue button-up. Having previous experience with Aro’s ability, Carlisle promptly placed his left hand on top of his before Aro raised his opposite hand and encased Carlisle’s with his chalky hands.

A.J. observed the ordeal with much intrigue, her red eyes squinting ever so slightly. She watched as Aro grinned at Carlisle while he ‘experienced all the said man experiences’, based on Edward’s explanation, and confirmed that Carlisle was the one who turned A.J. After a moment, Aro retracted his hands, deciding he had seen enough and stepped toward the youngest Cullen.

Esme gave A.J.’s hand a squeeze before untangling it from A.J.’s but staying near her side; close enough to jump into action in case something were to go wrong, but far enough to be ‘respectful’ to Aro.

The girl’s eyes followed Esme’s form until Aro paused in front of her, looming over her with a smile and his hand outstretched. A.J. glanced at his hand and then back up to his eyes, remembering what Carlisle and Edward told her about his ability.

“Come now,” Aro encouraged, “There’s nothing to fear, Angel.”

A.J. internally cringed at him using her first name, realizing she had no power here. She silently shook her disgust off and lifted her right hand before gently placing it in Aro’s. In this moment, she was thankful for being ‘undead’ and not capable of producing sweat, in fear of palms being like pools; but then again, if she was still human, she wouldn't even be here.

Grinning excitedly, Aro placed his unused hand over hers, encasing her hand entirely. A.J. glimpsed over at Carlisle, who could only give her a reassuring smile and nod of his head, silently comforting her.

As Aro activated his gift, he saw the entirety of A.J.’s past; from her birth to her being abandoned by her birth parents at a young age, to her time in the foster care system, the time she tore her ACL, the night she was murdered, waking up and meeting Carlisle and Esme, learning to control her gifts, meeting her siblings and the Denali’s, all the way to today.

By the end of the ordeal, Aro was beaming madly. A giggle escaped his lips as he retracted his hands from A.J.’s and pressed his hands together in front of his chest.

“Such an intriguing newborn,” Aro vocalized. “She has not one, but two gifts.”

The man sitting on the throne to Aro’s left, Marcus, and Caius, both sat straighter.

Caius sprung up from his seat. “We can not allow the Cullens to possess such an asset… an advantage.”

A.J.’s red eyes widen in shock and disgust. The thought of ‘What did he mean by ‘possess’ flicked through her mind as Esme instinctively stepped back to A.J.’s side. Carlisle stepped back to A.J.’s side, as well, sharing the same fear as his wife, but still intending to remain civil.

Aro craned his head to face his presumptuous friend, clearly getting annoyed by his accusations.

“Caius, my friend, none of you even know what gifts she possesses,” Aro chastised him. “Perhaps she would be willing to display them.’

A.J. watched as Aro turned back to look at her with the same slimy grin spread across his onion skin-like face as before. A million thoughts raced through her head.

“Would they kill me?”

“Are they gonna kidnap me?”

“Am I gonna be forced to stay here?”

“I don't wanna leave my family!”

A.J. was snapped back to reality as Carlisle opened his mouth to speak. “We’re still teaching her to control her abilities. It may be unwise for everyone’s safety for her to use them.”

A.J. nodded furiously, silently attempting to convince them of the danger. Aro paid no mind to either’s heeding as he motioned for a clean-cut man with a physique similar to Emmett’s, only taller, to come forward from next to the entrance. An arrogant smirk was sketched on his rectangular face, chalky forehead covered by his tamed brunette hair. The grey coat he donned stayed formed to his torso as he sauntered over with purposeful steps. A rumble shook through A.J.'s chest as the man's, Felix, polished black boots pounded on the marble flooring in the process of approaching her from behind.

“Then this proves to be a perfect opportunity for her to learn from more capable teachers,” Aro explained while stepping back up to his throne and eventually perching himself upon it.

“Aro, with all due respect-,” Esme was cut off by Aro motioning for two guards to guide the heads of Cullen coven away.

A.J.’s posture slouched to a readying stance, not quite sure what was happening or what to anticipate. She watched in alarm as her adoptive parents were pulled to opposite sides of the plateau, as the surrounding vampires observed her like she was a rabid dog in a fighting ring.

“No harm will be done to her,” Aro attempted to soothe the worrisome Cullens. “That is… as long as her gifts prove as competent as I saw.”

Before Carlisle could convince the Volturi against this, the burly man from before, Felix, launched himself at the anticipating A.J. from behind. Just as quickly as he came forward, A.J. seized his arm while springing to the right. She twisted his arm back before Felix spun around to land a hit on A.J. Fortunately for herself, her body moved before her mind could think and swiftly dodged him. Hit after hit and grab after grab, Felix continued his assault on the agile newborn, but each time A.J. was one step ahead of him as she rapidly dodged whatever was thrown at her. With each swift dodge, Felix only grew more annoyed at the fact someone was more skilled than him, which all spectators could tell from the force of his strikes becoming heavier. Right now, all A.J. was focusing on was avoiding harming a Volturi member, hoping that if she evades him, Aro or one of his co-leaders would call Felix off of her. Though A.J.’s mind altered once she caught the looks on Esme and Carlisle’s faces; the panic and guilt on their faces caused a pang of guilt in A.J. She didn’t want to be the cause of pain in there in immortal lives.

A.J. wondered to herself, “Maybe if I take this douche down, they’ll let them go and I’ll just stay here.”

While leaping back to dodge, Felix slammed his fists onto her head, she realized how absurd her last thought was. Why would she ever want to join these people… or vampires? She finally has a family and she won’t give that up.

Deciding to finally end this, A.J. led Felix to where she would be cornered by him and the wall nearest the back exit. A smirk spread across Felix’s chalky lips as he expected to irrevocably take her down, so he reeled his left arm back and thrust his large hand toward her throat. A.J. heard both of her parents cry out as most in the room anticipated her death, right then and there, but if Jasper taught her anything, it was to ‘always keep ‘em guessing’. Just as Felix’s hand should’ve torn through her throat, the newborn ducked down and collided with Felix’s midsection. She tackled him to the floor, it cracking beneath them, and her hands flew up to wrap around his head; but before she could do anything else, Marcus spoke up.

“Enough of this, Aro,” Marcus meekly called out, “We have seen the power she possesses; let us move on.”

A.J. kept her hands on Felix’s head, staring him down, waiting to move until Aro ordered the dangerous vampire to stop.

Aro nodded and flicked his hands out, “Very well, Marcus; I am satisfied with what I have seen. I presume Caius is as well.”

A.J. stared at Felix for a second longer as a precautionary, only to watch as his eyes glinted and a soft smirk spread across his pallid face. Her hands instantly retracted from his brown hair and she flashed back to a standing position before offering him a hand to help him up. Felix took it and rose to his feet with the help of A.J. He shared one last look with her before plodding over to stand where he once was.

“For now,” Caius answered, “Though I’m not yet convinced she should reside with the Cullens.”

With another flick of Aro’s hand, Carlisle and Esme were released from the guards' grip. Esme, who was already next to A.J., immediately embraced her; the older woman’s dominant coming to caress the girl’s wavy hair in a motherly manner. The manner in which Esme treated A.J. was something she always longed for. The four foster parents she’d gone through before being turned were usually kind to her, but none seemed capable of supplying her with the parental needs she craved. That’s something all the Cullens, and even the Denalis, gave her, was love… a sense of belonging… like she was truly cared for.

“I assure you, Caius, we aim to live a peaceful life. Simply blend in with our surroundings.” Carlisle prompted, having already made his way back to stand tall in front of the three leaders.

Esme proceeded to guide A.J. to meet Carlisle in front of the plateau and sandwiched the young girl between them. Strong arms were glued around A.J. as she listened intently to Carlisle’s conversation with the Volturi patriarchs. Though she was very interested in being sure she wasn’t about to be murdered for a second time, A.J. couldn’t help the thoughts that drifted into her mind. Remembrance of a time when she only dreamed of traveling abroad hanging out with awesome friends, partying after epic softball games, eating authentic cuisine, and playing volleyball at the Olympic games… ironically enough. These definitely were not the circumstances she expected or hoped for; but, hey, at least she didn't die not leaving America… oh wait.

Her name being called snapped A.J. back to reality, the sight of Aro grinning expectantly at her creating the uneasy pit in her stomach again. A.J.’s eyes flitted between Aro and her parents, clearly missing a vital piece of information while previously deep in thought.

“Well,” Aro prompted with his almost translucent palms pressed together, “What do you say about displaying your second gift?”

A.J. squinted at that.

“What was this dude’s fascination with her? Kinda pervy,” she silently spoke.

Remembering she was being spectated, A.J. answered, “I don't really like using that… ability of mine. Still gainin’ control of it, ya know.”

Aro’s face dropped. “Yes, that is what your creator said.” he gradually stepped down the steps to lean into A.J.’s face.

The newborn instinctively tilted back and away from Aro’s uncomfortable proximity. She cursed her enhanced senses for being able to smell the stale aroma that wafted from his clothing. Aro paid no mind to A.J. body language and leered into her ever-changing eyes.

“I’m afraid if you do not willingly present your gift, we have ways of making you,” he spoke softly to her, though everyone in the room could still hear.

Esme and Carlisle immediately snapped their heads up to make eye contact with each other, fearful looks on their near-perfect faces. A.J. did not notice this interaction, as all she could focus on was the scent of fresh human blood coming from Aro’s mouth when he spoke to her. She felt sick for another reason than her adoptive parents; the delicious aroma filled her senses to the brim, and A.J. felt herself wanting to lose control. ‘A brief moment of weakness can ruin everything’, is what she had to remind herself as she allowed the goriest of thoughts to flood her scrambling mind. If she could throw up, she very well might have at that moment; whether, from nerves or repugnance, she didn't know.

“Aro,” Carlisle pleaded, “I ask you to please reconsider this. You have already seen her scream, and if it’s really necessary, perhaps we could travel back at some point in the future when she has better control.”

“Exactly as you said, Carlisle, my friend,” Aro strolled back up the steps to the left where a boy and a girl stood in ebony cloaks, “I have seen it, not witnessed it.”

The blonde newborn observed as Aro sent a look toward the compact girl whose honey-blonde hair was slicked back into a bun that showcased her soft features and contrasting red eyes. A child-like smile graced the girl’s lips while she stared innocently into A.J.’s confused gaze.

“Aro, please-,”

As soon as Esme’s grip left A.J.’s shoulders, the girl who looked to be a bit younger than A.J. uttered the word ‘pain’.

In an instant, A.J. was enveloped in a feeling she assumed was similar to being burned at the stake. What she thought was the most painful night of her life was instantly outranked, as what she was experiencing at this moment was exponentially more torturous than the night she had been attacked. In every crevice-every vein of hers was coated in hellfire; it seemed as though her bones were being gnawed and slowly torn apart bit by bit. She couldn't think of anything else other than the crippling pain she was experiencing as her knees collided with the cold stone floor.

Everyone around her was filled with anticipation or horror, the culprit of A.J.’s torture being filled with sadistic glee as she continued her assault on A.J. Groans, and choked shouts fell from A.J.’s mouth as her strong hands dug into the stone beneath her. The stone floor cracked as A.J.’s fingers penetrated it while her back stayed hunched over; it look as if she would snap in half if her body contorted anymore.

Just as Aro was going to instruct Jane to stop, A.J. gradually started to shout louder. Everyone around listened as her shouts turned into screams and within a few seconds, one prolonged scream. The scream that came from her quickly switched from loud to ear-piercing into shattering. The walls that encased them cracked in some places, and every vampire in the room instinctively covered their ears with their hands. The sadistic and determined Volturi girl stayed vigilant despite her and others' skin beginning to crack.

“Aro,” Carlisle shouted over A.J.’s ballistic scream, "Please, stop this.”

“Jane,” Aro screeched at the blonde girl.

Jane immediately ceased and as a result, so did A.J.’s screaming. Despite their disheveled appearance and cracked porcelain-like skin, Esme and Carlisle rushed to aid A.J. in regaining her strength.

A contrasting wide grin, as to everyone else’s face, appeared on Aro’s. He giggled excitedly and rose to his feet before scrambling over to where A.J. now stood with the support of the leaders of the Cullens.

“Magnifico,” he exclaimed, completely oblivious to A.J.’s tired appearance, “My dear sweet child, you must join us if you are willing.”

A.J.’s tired eyes trailed back up to him with a look that questioned his sanity.

“She won’t,” Marcus called out from behind Aro.

Aro ‘tsked’ his fellow coven member, “Now that is completely up to her; and regardless, rest assured that the nomad will pay for his crimes.”

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wolfpackss · 10 months

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Hi, if you can, please write something about Seth Clearwater imprinting with a very playful girl who loves to tease him and make him shy and nervous like lifting his shirt or kissing his cheeks, or else a scenario where they go to a school dance together and he declares his old crush on her. Feel free to change the things you want, thank you so much❤️

I love love love Seth! I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you so so so much for requesting something. I’m new at this and English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes. As you can see I went a little overboard with this one haha! Hope you enjoy!

“Are you serious? You wanna take me to the dance?” Seth could feel his cheeks warm up and he began stuttering a little. “I mean, if you want to. If you don’t that’s okay, it’s just I mean” Seth rambled on and it made you giggle a little. The last dance of the year, your last year. Your last chance to tell him how you feel. “I mean it’s the last dance and I’d like to spend it with my best friend” Seth blushes as he finishes his sentence. You slightly wince at the last two words but manage to smile. “Last dance, Seth. You and me” you share a smile.

You and Seth have a little complicated relationship. You are playful, sarcastic and very spontaneous while he’s very shy, quiet and soft. He’s always nervous about everything, even if it’s just talking to you. You are just friends but that doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings for the boy. The feelings started very early on in your friendship. You saw him evolve from a boy into a man.

Little did you know he’s feeling the exact same thing. He’s always so shy but knew you were right for him the moment he saw you and it all became clear the older you became. You are no longer the little girl he fell in love with, you are the woman he loves. And he plans to do that for the rest of his life, starting with the night of the dance. The perfect setting.

Three weeks later you’re waiting in the living room of your home with your parents who are beaming at you. “You look so beautiful sweetheart!” Your father holds up his phone to take picture number 300. You roll your eyes at their enthousiasme. “He’s here!” Your mother rushes to the front door to let Seth in. He walks in and you let out a small gasp as you see him. He’s wearing a black tux with a white undershirt and black bow tie. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a small box in the other. He hands your mother the flowers, giving her a small kiss on the cheeks and shakes your fathers hand.

“You look absolutely stunning” he leans down to kiss your cheek and you beam up at him. “I know right, I’m wearing a dress. I mean, that’s something” you joke and he smiles back. You look at the box in his hands and he opens it. A gorgeous corsage is laying there, matching the color of your dress. “How did you -“ you abruptly look at your mom who looks away sheepishly. You and Seth grin at each other.

The entire evening is full of laughter and jokes. You tease Seth throughout the evening and he just blushes or looks away smiling. When the dj announces the last dance of the evening, Seth takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor. “No stepping on my feet, Clearwater!” You laugh at him as he puts both his hands on your hips. He softly squeezes them as he laughs with you. “Just dance, beautiful. And listen to the lyrics while your at it” he whispers in your ear.

The song More than friends by Meghan Trainor and Jason Mraz comes on and when I listen to the lyrics I softly laugh. “You trying to tell me something or?” You try to joke but you fail miserably when he looks at you with a small smile. Your heart starts beating rapidly against your chest and you can feel your hands become sweaty.

“Yeah I am, beautiful. I have this stupid crush on you that turned into so much more. This is my last chance to tell you how I feel and I though maybe this would be the right moment. I love you, I think I always have. I don’t want to be your best friend, I want to be more. I want be the one you think about when you wake up and when you go to sleep. I want to be the guy that you point at and say “that’s my man” when you’re with your friends. But i get it if you don’t want that or if you don’t see me like that, I mean” you cut of his rambling and push your lips to his.

“I’m yours Seth, always have been” he smiles and kisses you again.

Last dance, last chance. And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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animeyanderelover · 10 months

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Who I think would be the least to most difficult Yandere to deal with from the Wolf Pack in Twilight. Let's talk about the worst aspects of them that make them dangerous.

(Yes, I am having a brainrot right now.)

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, manipulation, guilt-tripping, stalking, agression

Least to most difficult

Embry Call

Embry is "probably" the most harmless shape-shifter from the entire pack and that is mainly thanks to his shy, reserved and considerate nature. In comparison to most of his fellow wolves at least. He is pretty much the only wolf who is too scared and way too embarrassed to approach you directly after he's imprinted and he gives everything way too much thought. You can't even guess how much thought, care and practice has gone into the moment where he finally dares to start a conversation with you. He wrecks his brain and his nerves even more when he plans to ask you out. Obviously he's still obsessive, possessive and clingy but those traits of his are toned down thanks to his quiet and somewhat flustered personality as he cares about how his darling perceives him. A rejection would be the worst thing that could happen so he's very careful with the way he acts around you and the people you love most. He doesn't want to ruin any meaningful bonds you have with others because of him, wants to be accepted by those people if he could have the best possible scenario.

It is important to mention that he's still a little creep who stalks you for the first few weeks, unable to approach you with his jittery nerves. Whilst this dies down for the most part if you two are a couple and you understand and accept the situation that you're in as his imprint, bad habits hardly die down fully. He's not someone who falls very easily victim to negative and violent thoughts so it's safe to have him with you when you hang out with your friends or fellow family members. He gets jealous after a while sure but surprisingly enough he gives you a while to notice that he's in a slightly uncomfortable position with the lack of attention. Believe me, there are people who have way worse jealous reactions in comparison to Embry's more needy tugs on your clothes all of a sudden as he tenses up when the lack of attention starts affecting him. In general he prefers to not stick out or make a scene. It's within his own comfort and yours too. That results in Embry being able to not come over as a pushover or someone unneccessarily overbearing unless he senses that something is wrong.

The fact that he is somewhat aware that some of the stuff he does stalking isn't something he should do also pays off to him being as considerate as he is. Even if he has a hard time accepting this, Embry knows that personal space matters to you at times too. He could spend every waking second with you but before he risks you growing annoyed and tired of him, he at least makes the effort to leave you alone for a bit. What contributes to him caring so much about your own wishes too is his talent to stay in tune with your own emotions. Embry is very sensitive around you and for that picks up your current mood and it always affects him too. It allows him to be great at comforting you silently when you feel down but on the negative side it also means that you can't keep stuff hidden from him since he senses it when you're lying or are nervous about something. He relies on you, opens up about his own feelings which he normally never tells anyone, and for that reacts very emotional and desperate if he fears that you might leave him. Can you really leave him despite knowing all that?

Seth Clearwater

Seth is in all honesty such a sweetheart and devotee but there are a few things that play in him not being at the bottom of the list. His young age and the naivety when it comes to imprinting are two major parts in it. He has so much to learn about shape-shifting and about the world in general, has only heard stories about imprinting so that leads to him romanticizing everything about it when he finally finds his other half. You're his entire world the moment you locked eyes with him and ever since that moment, Seth has been unable to leave you alone. I'm not kidding, he follows you everywhere and wants to be always with you as he sees this as sort of normal. You're his imprint, he's supposed to stay with you and protect you. Telling him to leave or asking him for some time alone rarely ever works and the only thing you earn are tears blurring his eyes as the thought of leaving you hurts and scares him as his young age leads him to heightened separation anxiety. There are no bad intention of guilt-tripping you behind those tears but it manages to make you feel bad most of the time anyways.

You often find yourself gullible around Seth as he's so easily emotional. If Embry gets influenced by your emotions, Seth exhibits them even stronger than you. If you're happy, he is too but if you're sad, he's even more so. He's terribly sensitive so if he really notices that you're deeply miserable, he starts crying in most cases as he's unable to hold his emotions in. He never means to do anything harmful by being such an open book but his strong emotions coupled with his need to stay with you all the time can be mentally exhausting at times for you. On a positive side note this is what allows him to handle his jealousy better than some of the more experienced wolves though as he's joyful when you are, even if you're not paying attention to him at the moment. Be careful though, he's still one of the youngest of the pack so in moments where he does get furious, he has more troubles not keeping his emotions under control and channeling all of his negative feelings onto the person who elicited them in the first place. This gets especially out of hand if he has shifted.

Seth finds himself relying on you far more than he should, especially in the relationship since he's younger than most other members of the pack. This means on the one hand that you can manipulate him the easiest but it also means that he greatly panics and doesn't know what to do if you're emotionally hurt besides crying with you and acting overbearing. In the worst case he has a meltdown because he experiences your emotions so much stronger. Something that isn't even directly his fault but also plays into his placement is his sister. Leah has yet to find her imprint and remains incredibly bitter about Sam has imprinted on her cousin so I imagine her being very adamant to not let Seth suffer from any pain now that he has found his imprint. If Seth loves you too much to fully blame you from any pain he goes through because of separation, Leah will blame you and cause you to feel bad. At the same time she also realizes that her brother is a tad bit too obsessive and tries to teach him how to love someone in a more normal fashion if you're too soft for that.

Sam Uley

Surprisingly enough, Sam ranks fairly low on this list. I think that is mainly because he's very mature for his age and the fact that he was the first one to shift and had to explain and help everyone who shifted after him is a huge attribute to this. He's the alpha of the pact so that automatically forces him to take up more responsibilities than other members as he makes the decisions most of the time and additionally his pack tends to be a rowdy bunch so he has to remind them at times to snap out of it and act their part. With the most experience stocked behind him, it's perhaps unsurprising that Sam is aware about the fact that his imprint bond causes his feelings to dwell on the borderline of being unhealthy. So he makes the effort to control himself in order to not overwhelm and scare you away from him, he's very careful how much of his emotions he exposes around you. Sam has to stay in contact with you though as any distance for too long physically hurts him. He might be considerate but be aware that he won't leave you alone for too long either.

His experience and practice as the first wolf of the current generation enables him to be able to spend time with you around people without feeling all the time jealous or possessive. It's not a safety hazard to go out with Sam in public places as he lets you spend time with friends or interact with random strangers. He actually puts trust in you unless you prove him otherwise and that trust comes with more freedom for you as you know that he won't interfere unless you signal him so or unless he thinks that something is wrong. You're actually able to talk and rationalize with the alpha if something does bother him and both of you can negotiate certain stuff simply because he acknowledges your own feelings and wishes and tries his best to find a middle ground where both of you are comfortable. Sam leans more into the protective than possessive side and since you're his imprint, he sees it as his responsibility to guarantee your safety and happiness. I feel like especially because his father has given him and his mother troubles, he'd be very determined to make you happy.

Now that we've shaded enough positive things about him, let's talk about the bad stuff which is precisely the fact that he's the alpha and feels like it's his responsibility to make you happy. Because this leadership really shows at times in the relationship because especially if his darling isn't someone who speaks up, Sam will take pretty much control over it. He's very dominant and whilst he isn't domineering and only makes decision which he thinks are best for you, if he has set his mind to something it is very difficult to convince him otherwise. Yes, he is negotiating but only if you agree to his conditions or otherwise he won't let you leave. If something is an absolute "no" in his mind, it'll remain that way and there's literally nothing you can do. If you go against him even if he forbids you something, you'll truly experience all the reasons why he's still dangerous. If you go against a rule he has set, you'll lose his trust and not only that, Sam will grow very strict. Restrictions are suddenly interfering with your life as you fully experience him taking full control for a while. Until you've earned his trust back.

Jared Cameron

We're now entering the zone where things get out of hand, starting with Jared. Now, you might wonder why I've placed him above Sam because on the surface, Jared appears to be rather harmless. He's extroverted and constantly cracks jokes to elicit laughter or a smile out of you. Truthfully speaking though, Jared's problems already start with his perception of the imprint bond. He sees nothing wrong with it and he never questions his thoughts and his actions as a result either. Separation from you is literally one of the worst things you could do to him as he experiences pain and a few of the worst mood swings you'll see. He constantly switches back and forth between moping on the floor in misery to growling at other pack members, irritated and unmotivated. You always have to stay in some sort of contact with him or otherwise he'll ask you immediately why you couldn't come over to him or at least call him or send him a mail. To avoid all potential troubles Jared might experience if you aren't with him, you oftentimes are forced to spend entire days with him. Without a break.

Now, Jared cares about his darling and wants them to be happy with him but if they ever ask him for a short time alone, he'll only end up with a mix of confusion and hurt. He can spend every second with you because you're his imprint, you should feel the same, shouldn't you? The previously mentioned misunderstanding of his view of the imprint bond gives you only more of an headache because Jared is literally unable to understand or accept that you want your privacy at times too and want to spend time without him. Both of you might have gotten into arguments about this a few times already yet you got nowhere as Jared is always too dense to comprehend what you demand from him. What do you know about the imprint bond anyways? He's the shape-shifter, not you. This particular mindset is something that he goes by rather strongly and makes the situation only worse at times. You're human, you don't understand what's going on right now and just like that, Jared has written all your arguments and opinions off as your lack of understanding of his world.

With him around, it's impossible to have a decent conversation with others as he despises it when your attention isn't on him. He starts distracting you and if you try to ignore him or shove him away, he'll only get worse. There are also times where he just doesn't like a person for no rational reason and for that is always very wary and on guard around them. If they get anywhere near you, he'll glare heavily at them. It can or can't go well with him when you're with others he doesn't feel safe around. The moment he pulls you closer to him and you realize the growl vibrating inside his chest, you know it's time to leave though because you're not risking it as soon as you know what he is. Jared is willing to resort to emotional blackmailing if he sees the need for it and once you have him kneeling in front of you, hugging you and sobbing to not be mad at him and to not leave him, you'll find yourself stuck. Once he has realized that something works on you to convince you to not do something, he remembers it and uses it again. Especially arguments are always cut short for that reason as he hates getting in conflicts. Let's just stay happy like this.

Quil Ateara

Quil is almost similar to Jared in a few ways. Both wouldn't necessarily appear all that dangerous upon the first few glances. Quil himself is a very cheerful and happy individual and that only intensifies upon imprinting on you. He's charming and he's constantly complimenting you and in a few ways he's actually a bit better than Jared is. He is handling his jealousy better as happiness is something that makes you look only more beautiful so he just endures it for a while before he starts making sarcastic jokes, something you'll hopefully realize and turn around to give him the attention he so sorely craves. Quil is often taking you outside too because whilst he also enjoys just being somewhere with you where no people and no other distractions are, the city offers the chance for fun dates which he wants you two to have so there won't be such a big isolation factor. Physical separation from you is not something he can deal with at all though and even if he tries, he's unable to do anything after a while as your absence pains him greatly. You often have to come back to get him back on his feet.

Quil harbors a similar mindset as Jared in which he thinks that you probably react the way you are because you don't understand what's going on but differently from Jared, he tries to sympathize with you. Or at least give you the illusion of doing so, a strategy to appease you in order to not get into an unnecessary argument with you. That's a problem with Quil. He backs off and follows your wishes for a while so you calm down before he goes to break them again and act the same way, trying to justify his behavior by saying that he slipped up and that it isn't that easy for him to stay away from you thanks to the imprint bond. He's much more likely to use manipulation on you and it's frightening to think how much he actually calculates behind his happy grin. Technically speaking Quil's darling experiences more freedom than Jared's darling would but the main reason why Quil is higher is because he's far more unpredictable. Jared is with his behavior very frequent to the point where you can anticipate his reactions, Quil on the other hand is much more sly and frankly spoken, scarier.

This man takes matters into his own hands if he sees the need for it and that is a very frightening aspect. Sure, he won't kill or hurt humans unless he's given a good reason but whilst all the previous shape-shifters wouldn't go necessarily much against humans because it's their job to protect them from vampires, Quil will. He's almost apathetic to someone who has harmed or hurt you in any way or form as in his eyes, only someone truly evil could hurt you. It's difficult for such people to gain any forgiveness from him. Even if you forgive them, even if this is a person you still want in your life, if they fail to convince Quil, it's over. He will cut all ties you have with that person and even if your sadness breaks his heart, he views the connection with such a person only as toxic and as a guarantee to get you hurt again. Better cut ties before it hurts more. He doesn't shy away from using threats and intimidation to get the message across and the worst part about it is that he's lying to you. He tells you that he doesn't know why that person is suddenly avoiding you whilst comforting you all at the same time.

Paul Lahote

I think it's obvious why he's placed that high but let's jump straight into the mess that is Paul anyways. His temper is already short as it is so just imagine what it's going to be like once he imprints on his s/o. Paul, from the moment his world has shifted upon looking at you, acts incredibly possessive and dominant, jealous and aggressive. Being with you isn't just something he wants, it's something he needs and whether you like it or not, he's from that point on always sticking with you. Partially he might understand your point of view but at the end of the day, he's feeling incredibly entitled and even desperate as he just can't be away from you. He can't! Why can't you understand that? His entitlement is very difficult to handle as he essentially sees himself due to the imprint bond as the only one who is meant to protect you and who can protect you. So instead of being fully grateful if someone else helps you, he's pissed off that they interfered with a bond they couldn't even begin to fathom. You're not a victim to his ire but he's slightly mad when you ask someone else for help since that should be him.

As his possessive and protective obsession spikes his anger issues into space, you see yourself faced with multiple problems once you know what Paul is. His emotions are out of control as even the smallest thing could set him off at any time. One wrong glance from someone, one insult that is whispered behind your back or even a joke from a friend of yours that comes over wrong in his head. He tends to get angry over even the small stuff which you would usually brush off and don't pay too much attention too. He can't just ignore it if someone teases you or says something rude to you, even if it comes from someone you're close to. Not even to mention that his possessive side leads to increased jealousy to the point where he growls even at your close friends. He seems to trust no one with your safety besides himself. His overprotective behavior makes him on top of it all very overbearing as he's constantly hovering around you and makes a big fuss over you as soon as he realizes that you're in any sort of pain. He gives you even less space in such cases as all his instincts scream at him to take care of you.

There's definitely a big isolation factor alongside his limited patience. Paul does practice to control his temper but the amount of times he suffers from a relapse is saddening as much as disappointing for you as his feelings always get the better of him. In order to prevent anything bad from happening, you have to spend most of your time alone with him which Paul doesn't mind but you definitely do. You constantly have to neglect other people as Paul consumes almost all of your time for himself because otherwise he can't be reasoned with. You know he's very sweet and funny if he's alone and has your attention only on himself but the moment anyone else is around you two, he always seems to be on guard. Even his own pack members aren't an exception to that. If you want to do something alone, you need hours to convince Paul who doesn't want to hear any of it. You need to call him though multiple times an hour or otherwise he'll come running after you. Once you've left his field of vision, he's worried sick as his irritation increases every minute.

Leah Clearwater

We've nearly arrived at the top of the list now and the second place goes to the only female shape-shifter in the pack: Leah Clearwater. But why? Well, I feel like there's one big event that pretty much influenced her life and changed her personality. That's the day where Sam, her ex-boyfriend, imprinted on her cousin Emily and broke up with her. She was happily in love before her heart got torn apart and she hasn't forgiven Sam nor Emily fully for it. Worst is that Sam is now her alpha and she's seeing him and Emily being happy together far too often which only worsens her heartbreak. Even if Emily is his imprint, she can't get over it and it isn't until she locks eyes with you for the first time that she's for the first time able to understand why Sam made the decision he did. You're happiness, you're a cure and an absolute joy in her grim life and Leah knows that she'd do anything to keep you safe and happy. Alongside with the imprint bond comes a feeling of pressure unlike anything she has experienced before though as with the sheer ecstasy comes also stress and an overwhelming tightness in her chest.

Leah is insecure. Insecure and terrified. Whilst she has now gotten over Sam, the pain and the previous heartbreak now shifts into something else. Insecurity, fear and paranoia that somehow she'll lose you too. She doesn't want her heart to be broken again since she knows that she'd never recover if you would reject her and it's this paranoia and fear that turns her into this bitter, possessive and jealous woman. Sam and Emily have shaped her and she'll never recover from those issues throughout her entire life which means that she'll never learn how to deal with her emotions. Worst is that she doesn't even try, differently from some other wolves. I mean, even Paul tries to control his anger issues even if he fails but Leah never seeks treatment to better herself. She has better control over her ability to shift anyways and with the rest of her broken emotions, she doesn't see the need to practice to better herself. Instead she lets her fear guide her to act incredibly possessive and overprotective. She wants to do well but her reactions are always far too extreme as soon as she notices that something is wrong with you.

Her open insecurities are her main problem in the relationship as she's quite often worried that you'll find someone who you like more than her. Believe me, she knows that she is hard to be around but she can hardly reason with herself as her feelings always take control over her. She might not be as openly aggressive as Paul is but she'll definitely scare people away from you too. She gets very easily jealous and that can even apply to family members and closest friends of you, even if she knows herself that you value them only platonically. There's little to no respect she shows someone as soon as they've triggered her as she insults them in a bitter tone, poison seething through her words. She never apologizes to them either as her pride holds her back and she only feels guilty when she realizes that she's hurt you by acting so rude. Leah wants to shield you from feeling even an ounce of the pain she had to go through but that unfortunately leads her to cutting people out of your life as soon as they've made you cry. She doesn't care what their motives are, she'll never forgive them. They just have to stay away from you.

Jacob Black

Did you see this coming? Jacob and Leah are at the top of my list for the exact same reason. Both used to be very deeply in love with someone but both were rejected because that person loved someone else. I give Jacob the price of being the most difficult one though because I feel like he'll exhibit everything in an even worse way than Leah. Why? Because at this rate Jacob just doesn't care anymore. Paul cares about his darling and tries to control himself, Leah ocassionally cares and feels guilty, but Jacob just doesn't anymore. He's done with being hurt, done with being left behind for someone else. Now he has finally found his imprint, the person most important to him and he decides that he'll never allow history to repeat itself. That's why he's willing to go very far and use very low tricks to manage to get close to you as fast as possible as he's in a desperate rush right now as every person around you is suddenly turned into a potential rival in his eyes. He feels bad about it if he sees that it has a negative effect on you but he shoves it all away as he prioritizes his own needs.

Jacob is sure that if you give it a try with him, you'll soon forget about the sadness you experience. In his mind you two only need each other and no one else is really needed. He definitely lives after this philosophy as he makes you his absolute priority and neglects and ditches everyone else and expects you to do the same. If you don't do the same and actually meet others and prefer to spend time with them instead of spending time with him, he'll hold it against you and even more against the person who has such a bad influence on you. He pushes anyone away from you who hurts you even once or whom he simply dislikes for being close with you and since he's so incredibly clingy and no one really likes him with his sultry and rude attitude he always has around others, your social contacts begin to wither away. He's openly mentally unstable and very toxic to the point where everyone around him notices. Yet no one is able to reason with him and make him listen. Not his pack, not his alpha and not even his own father. If Bella tries to help him? That'll just end in a disaster as he has lost all sympathy for her.

From all shape-shifters, Jacob is also the one who uses guilt-tripping and emotional blackmailing the most without shame. Leah uses emotional blackmail sometimes too but not nearly as much as Jacob does. As soon as you start going against him and question the undeniable control he wants to have over your life to feel a little bit more secure, he's always resorting to it. Whether it's him justifying it all with the imprint bond or blaming Bella for having broken his heart previously and having made him this way, he does everything to take your mind elsewhere and stop you from protesting, stop you from leaving him. He can lose his cool for a moment and start shouting at you if you prove to be stubborn although at this point he has probably already started crying in hopes that tears will tug at your heartstrings. There's a point where he snaps though and that's probably when he's just unnerving as he threatens to hurt himself if you try to leave him. Do you want to risk it? I can tell you that he'll definitely start neglecting taking care of himself until you come back to him.

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🍎 Twilight

❀ Seth Clearwater x male reader ⚣︎

A/N: ok, I'll admit it.. I've had a crush on this cutie since like forever and I have daydreamed many scenarios with him. XD

(Maybe I could write down a few more.)

tags/warnings: plays after the last movie, reader is a hybrid like renesme, he has siren-powers, including the headcanon that the vampires don't sparkle but their skin becomes "see through" when the sun hits them so you can see black blood swirling beneath it etc., I tried to make Edward a bit less suffering drama queen and a bit more comical/happy

side ships: Renesme x Jacob, Bella x Edward, etc. (Cullen coven & Quileute pack canon ships)

So, you’re a siren

"Hello", Carlisle spoke with his soft tone to the wolf pack, "We're glad you came." He signaled for them to get inside the big house with floor-length windows. The sunlight shone through them for a few seconds and caught on the vampires' skin.

Some of the wolves still flinched at the sight of the swirling black blood, frozen organs and white bones under the translucent pale skin. It was something shocking, even horrifying. It made the fact even clearer that those people infront of you were undead. Caught it this body, this age and state, forever.

Edward heard all their thoughts. He had gotten used to the nonverbal comments, the mental shiver going through them at this scene. But as always he wasn't prepared for some of the more comedic things some of the boys thought from time to time when it came to his family of immortal beings.

He let out a snort and turned away to hide his growing grin as he surpressed the fit of giggles rising in his chest. The try to restrain made his organs visibly twitch and fortunately the sun went to hide behind a cloud again so that it was only noticable for a second.

Carlisle who had yet again been very observant smiled softly. "Apologies for making you a bit uncomfortable with this sight but we like to have one place where we don't have to hide."

"Don't worry", Sam answered just as calmly, "You don't have to apologize. It's just a bit surprising seeing it happen in real life. We'll get used to it eventually."

They had greatly detailed stories about the translucent skin of vampires and they had heard them a few times already. But as good as a storyteller can be, even if it's an old sacred legend, seeing it in person can be slightly terrifying. It made it much more real what actually happens around you.

"Tell me about it." Bella stood in the doorway to the kitchen and made her way towards them to hug her best friend Jacob. Just in time before her daughter walked out of that room too to hug her soulmate.

"So", the older alpha started, "Why did you want us to come over?" He had not missed the fact how Esme had placed a grounding hand on her husbands shoulder, how both Rosalie and Emmet seemed to stand guard on the stairs leading up towards the living room or how Renesmee stayed glued to Jake's side with a worried look on her face.

"We have something to show you. Or rather someone to introduce to you. We wanted to inform you properly of our newest family member since.. well, follow me and see yourself."

Sam quickly exchanged looks with some of his pack members before moving. They followed the vampired up the wooden stairs. Emmett, Rosalie and Jasper stood infront of the sofa purposely blocking the view to the person sitting there. When everyone stood in place Carlisle gave a signaling nod to the wall infront of their newest member.

"May I introduce (Y/N) to you. The reason why we wanted to do it this way is beacause he is like Renesmee. He is half vampire half human." The vampires moving to the side revealed a boy looking around the age of 19. You seemed worried and clearly anxious looking up at them and Emmett stayed close to you - just in case.

You looked into each new face trying a nice smile even though you knew it looked more like a forced grimmace.

When you came to a certain boy's face with warm eyes, cute features and a welcoming curious gaze everything stopped. The wolves tensed up slightly as they felt and saw the change in the room and Edward shoot up from the armrest of the chair Bella sat on.

The young wolf's eyes widened just like yours. And on top of that you also blushed as you couldn't turn your gaze away from him. "At least you can be sure now that he won't get hurt by us", Jake jocked earning a slap from Nessie.

Carlisle looked at Edward questioningly even though he was quite sure what was going on. Ed sighed and then grinned. He was happy for Seth who had become a good friend and almost like a brother to him. And he was happy for (Y/N) too. You had been so anxious the whole time with your thoughts racing around constantly and imagining almost every possible bad scenario.

"Seth imprinted. On (Y/N)", Eddie finally said out loud. Seth let out a heavy breath and looked at his sister anxiously. But she smiled when she catched his look even though she was still suspicious of this new boy they didn't know anything about yet.

Carlisle smiled calmly again. "Well then, I guess we get to the part of explaining a bit more." He gestured for everyone to get more comfortable. Seth immediately went to the sofa (Y/N) sat on making them both blush when he realized that his body had moved entirely on its own. Most of the others sat down or leaned against something while hardly suppressing giggles.

„Alright, another reason for that is the fact that he has powers too“, Carlisle continued. Every wolf‘s gaze went to the new hybrid trying to figure out if you had mental powers like Edward or Alice. „Do you want to explain them yourself?“, the oldest vampire asked you softly. You considered it for a moment before nodding. He smiled and signaled you to start.

“Uhm.. so, my dad, the vampire, had the powers to lure people in so that they would do what he wants them to do. That‘s how he managed to impregnate my mom who was apparently a very good singer. And well, my powers are basically a mix between those. I can hypnotize people through singing.“ You looked down at your hands feeling insecure with being so exposed to all those new people. „So you‘re basically a siren“, Seth said. You looked up at him with wide eyes.

You could only nod slowly and blushed again when your eyes caught his again. You had never thought of it this way. This term made your power seem really cool to be honest.

“Sorry“, Sam said to get your attention, “May I ask how you came to be here with the Cullens.“

Your eyes instantly went to Carlisle and Esme. They had been the most calming parts to you from the start. As well as Jasper of course who used his power a tiny bit so you wouldn‘t get another panic attack.

Esme gave you a warm smile. So, you gave them a short summary of your not so pleasant life.

How you were born and your mother had died immediately. That you were ‘raised‘ by her boss - the owner of a strip club. You didn‘t really have a choice or chance to get somewhere else. Then your so called father had shown up when he heard of your powers and wanted to take you with him.

Well, jokes on him because you had researched in secret, had heard from the Cullen clan and actually managed to run away. Bonus point that your ‘dad‘ had followed you and was.. removed with the help of the Cullens who had took you in when they heard your story.

It was quiet for only a few seconds but it was enough for your heartbeat to pick up again as you started to tense up.

Untill warm fingers brushed over yours. Seth didn‘t take your hand entirely but it helped you calm down. You looked at him and saw the small smile he gave you. It was warm, sweet and sunny. And you noticed that he had a cute dimple.

You gave a smile back, almost not noticeable. But Seth‘s senses were already fully focused on you. Every little change in your handsome face, those pretty eyes or your body was as clear as day from the moment you had linked eyes.

“Thank you for telling us“, Sam said with a warm voice. “I guess it is already clear that we will protect you as well. And you‘re always welcome on our land.“ He looked at Seth and then at your liked fingers laying on the cushions.

After that you all relaxed much more. Emmett still stayed close to you - he was pretty sure that you weren’t in danger anymore but he couldn’t deny that he had immediately had the urge to be like a big brother to you. And like with all his family, he wanted to protect you no matter what.

Leah came to you and introduced herself. She was still a bit cold and reluctant at first but soon warmed up to you. You really seemed like a good choice for her little brother - though she still swore to give you at least a light shovel talk once you felt better and safer. She didn‘t want to scare you off, just give you a little warning with care.

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ashesbreadandbutter · 19 days

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I Need You To Know I Love You Pt2 || Sam Uley x Leah Clearwater FanFic

Word Count: 10,901

Ship: Sam Uley x Leah Clearwater

Scenario - Sam finds Leah rushing to the aid of the Cullen's once more and he tracks her down to stop her. They make love, share emotions and come to an understanding.

Warning - Includes: breeding, biting, marking, scent marking, spanking, some possessiveness, and a bit of angst, etc. 18+

It's finally happening.

The thing that they had all worried about from the very start.

Bella was pregnant and of course the pack has been the first to know of such a fact. There were many things said, many agreements and disagreements alike but one in particular stood out and of course, it had been about Jacob.

Leah wouldn't, couldn't, understand at first. With all the women they had here Jacob had decided to fall in love with Bella...

Interestingly enough though, as time passed and her own relationship grew she seemed to have a better understanding.

She started to relate to Jacob in a sense and just as they couldn't help who they imprinted on with each other they still couldn't help who they imprinted on outside of the pack as well. From the moment Bella had come into the conversation things had been… a mess, to say nicely. This was an issue, that was an issue, this happened, that happened, etcetera etcetera but… Jacob was still family. Not just that but Seth, the numbskull had decided to be as heroic as he's always been and decided to follow Jacob into this battle.

Seth had always been like that, not just someone who easily followed Jacob around at times but also someone… with heart… with guts even.

Here was this battle that none of them wanted to actually deal with and Seth out of everyone… had decided to jump nose first just in the name of love even though the love wasn't just his own…

Leah wanted to be mad, wanted to be angry and most of all… she wanted to follow her orders and stay with the pack but of course she eventually ran off to join Seth because while she cared for her whole pack, of course… he would always be a main priority.

And so she leaves, her paws padding against the ground as she runs and she can smell them, the various scents in the air.

In the background howls finally sound off in the air like blaring alarms to remind her that she was doing something that she wasn't ordered to do.

Her heart is racing, pounding in her ribcage with each step she makes, the sounds of the forest around her picks up in her ears but after a moment one sound in particular stood out.

The sound of something powerful beats against the ground and she immediately feels her ears perk up, it's a familiar sound, they've run together as one so many times now that it was normal to pick each other up from another even with the sound of their running.

Seth for example was a quiet runner, fast and admittedly sneaky when he needed to be, even with how clumsy he was… when he actually focused he actually held much potential. Jacob was a bit quicker and while his steps were powerful in their own right Leah would say that it more or less reminded her of a stallion in gallop.

These steps were mighty, careful and if she wasn't so high on alert she probably would have taken longer to notice it.

It's him.

Sam.

…Of course it's Sam.

She knew it would have only been a matter of time before he came for her and she couldn't even say that she was surprised that he seemed to have come alone. She's in trouble, she knows it but even with the possible consequences she can't stop her feet from moving, can't stop her stride. It's not until he calls out to her, his voice in a bit of a growl.

‘Leah.. Where do you think you're going?’

Comes his voice and she snarls lightly and shakes her head a little as if she's trying to shake it out but with the connection they held his voice was always much louder in her headspace than anyone else's could ever possibly be. It's instinctual for her to want to follow Seth but as her leader and her mate it's nearly impossible to actually ignore him. She knew he would follow her, try and stop her and convince her to come back but she can't help the worry she holds for her baby brother.

She needs to know he's okay and even if Sam tries to stop her she can't help but want to fight with him right now.

She still remembers their conversation just many moons before. When the news had first broken out and the pack had basically lost their minds over just what Bella and the Cullen's had managed to do, managed to allow.

Sam had been pissed.

Leah remembers being there and seeing the shock that formed on Sam's face before turning in pure rage. In reality it was understandable, Sam was their leader and never had vampires breeding with humans been a good thing in their stories and legends but… Leah had to agree that for so many years now, there hadn't been any half vampire and human children, not any for them to judge at least… She was nervous yes but it also felt like… they didn't know enough to make a real decision, at least not yet.

And yes she's argued with herself multiple times now with her own thoughts, whether she was right in her humanity or if allowing this child to become something was actually a very bad idea. She has many fights within herself. Ones that told her she was a fool, silly, and immature while others told her she had heart… that her desperate want to trust the Cullen's on their decision wasn't stupid or silly at all in fact.

It was the wolf and human in her, in an active disagreement over their circumstances. The wolf telling her of course what she knew it would; how her business naturally wasn't with the Cullen's and then that human in her told her the exact opposite, that she wouldn't be who she was if she didn't do this.

Suddenly she's tackled to the ground and the force of the impact sends both her and him rolling, their bodies colliding and moving through the forest floor. They land with her on her back, her limbs tangled with his as she gathers herself a little, her head spinning and when she's ready she looks up at him and there Sam stood practically frowning over her as his limbs cage her in place.

Leah looks up at him for a moment, silence falling over them because she should know exactly what he's going to say and maybe he's holding that over her, waiting on it even as he looks her in her eyes. Naturally she's supposed to immediately back down under such an intense gaze, even in this form it's clear that he's upset with her decisions. The slowly falling sun casts an evening light over the two of them and it adds to the air that her carries with him as if he himself was the sun and if he was then she was the planet the thrived under his brilliant and intense light.

Which in theory meant that what she was doing was foolish.

She was supposed to stay by his side, to listen to him even when she didn't want to.

Oh but Leah had always been so compassionate and it's something he both loved and hated from time to time when it came to being so madly in love with her. Well, hated was definitely a strong word, he just… wished it was better timed. Wish that it was placed better when it came to these situations.

‘Leah.’

Sam suddenly speaks and for a moment the forest seems to fall completely quiet as if nothing else existed but the two of them right here with each other. Her fur stands a little at his tone, that low and rough rumble that tends to both alert and arouse her while still being serious nonetheless. She knows what he's going to say and to be honest she doesn't want to hear it so she growls in defiance before squirming, kicking her feet and trying to slip out from under him. Sam holds her, it's not the first time they've found themselves in this position and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. Leah has done this before whether it be sparing or play fighting or more intimate situations and while she was strong Sam believed and knew he was stronger and if he needed to prove it to her at any time then he would, this included.

She grunts, kicking and trying to turn over and for a moment Sam manages to keep her down. Her paws dig into his hips, slipping and fumbling and kicking uselessly in the end. She lets out a sound of frustration, a scoff or a grunt and Sam feels his ear twitch at the sound. As strong as she was he still was the leader for a reason and so for her to break out of this hold even now as he held her would be highly impressive. Especially considering the situation and possible consequences that could come from her slipping out of his grasp, even though he knows she cares for her brother Sam simply can't allow it. He refuses to.

‘Leah…’

He says to her again but even he can't resist the way he growls it out now. He wants her to listen to him like she's always supposed to do and yet here they were in the middle of the forest in this predicament.

He softens as he looks at her, looking her in those eyes of hers that he loves so much. He can't stay angry with her… never actually got angry at her, he just loves her so much and he doesn't want her to run out there and get hurt. He simply can't afford it because if she of all people got hurt then he would be to blame and that was a heavy, back aching burden that…he was willing to hold.

Even if it killed him.

‘Ugh! Sam!’

Leah growls while twisting now and turning. She knew she didn't stand a chance against him and yet she had made this bold statement anyway because as mad as Sam was she knew he would understand her cause in the end. It was the only reason he didn't get rough with her or actively tried to hurt her when he came out to find her.

‘Let go! Get off of me!’

She barks out, managing to kick him just right just to lose his balance a bit. It's only for a moment, just enough time for her to flip over, rolling on to her stomach as she tries to get back to her feet.

Quickly Sam is back on her, grunting a little before rushing to pin her back down but this time he does use his teeth. With another low growl he lurks forward and it's not a rough or vicious bite no, just one that holds the right amount of pressure to make her yield and yip. He teeth take hold of her muzzle and with good grip and Leah jerks at the feeling that rushes through her body as he does so. He's wearing her down, or at least he's holding her until she manages to do it herself.

The need to keep her still was starting to become more than just the aspect of her safety, it was starting to stir something else in him, something far more primal.

It's a bad time he knows but there's a bit of a rush that comes from treating her like this. From holding her doing like this, pinning her smaller form down and holding her still.

He's sure it's his wolf, it's annoying and exhilarating at the very same time. The way he feels like putting just a little more pressure on her or digging his paws just a bit harder into the ground just to make sure she stays pinned under him is a feeling that always seemed to get his blood pumping. It doesn't help that they were always so warm as the creatures they are and all Sam ever wanted to do was be with her, to be close to her, to be pressed against her…

‘I-I have to! Please Sam please…’

Leah whines now, kicking up a bit of dirt, squirming and trying to buck him off before giving in under the power of her leader.

Honestly there were quite a few times where she got irritated with their difference in strength.

At times Leah found herself wanting to see if she could be stronger, if she could surpass him and so, at times she'd come to him with the intent of sparring or wrestling just to see if she could get the upper hand, to see if she could finally be the one to pin him down and keep him there. There's only been two times now compared to Sam who always seems to move just quick enough to turn her on her head. He always managed to one up her no matter how hard she always seemed to shrived to be better.

To say the least, it was cute to him.

Sometimes she'd do so well hunting or racing and she'd perk up like a puppy, all excited as she grinned or wagged her tail. He could never get over the look on her face as she grinned at him in those moments.

Even so, he couldn't be distracted by those thoughts right now. She's been continuously disappearing, and hiding from the pack and most importantly from him. He definitely had an idea of why, a few actually and each one made him more angry than the last.

He knows he shouldn't accuse her of anything, he knows that but with everything going on with them, the pack, the Cullen's and so on so forth what else could Sam do when the weight of these situations were coming down on him and he couldn't even come to her, the one who was supposed to be able to trust the very most? He doesn't want to accuse her of anything, no but doesn't it sound perfect for a woman to run away from her man just to spend time with another and use other's as cover? He can't help but wonder and question and he knows he shouldn't, not after everything they've been through together. He simply should trust her but there were just so many aspects, so many scenarios. So many things that actually could be happening and usually in the right mindset Sam was able to pound some sense into his head but he's been… stressed, overwhelmed, and scared.

Scared that one of these days he's going to wake up alone in his bed and find her somewhere he doesn't want to…

Outside of never wanting to see her courting another…

The last thing he wants is to see her hurt but she's so… stubborn, passionate as well but he doesn't want to praise her immediately in this case.

‘I promise it's okay.. I promise I've been safe.’

She suddenly speaks again, huffing as she stops her squirming for a moment, tired out and now attempting to catch a bit of her breath. Sam makes a gruff sound, his brows worrying as he continues to hold her for a moment longer. He didn't want to hear something happened to her just because his love for her outweighed his judgement because in the end of that were to happy Sam would hate himself for letting her slip away from him in the first place. Even so, her voice is soft… comforting. It's only natural that they can sense each other's emotions; their compassion, their warmth, their care but of course that included feeling other emotions like their pain, their sadness, their worry.

‘And how exactly am I supposed to be sure of that?’

He responds with a low growl.

She can tell he's worried; she can hear it in his voice, taste it in the air around them, feel it in his bite pressure.

She knows he just wants to keep her safe but… they weren't children anymore and whether Sam was coming or not Leah was bent on looking for Seth, was adamant on making sure he's okay and checking on Jacob wasn't a bad idea either because even with everything that had happened to them and the clan they were all still family in Leah's mind, heart, and soul.

Usually she blamed their silly arguments and fights on the fact that they were men, usually it was just to tease them and such but Leah really did care for them all in their own special ways. The competitions could be fun, hilarious even but Leah did hate seeing them fight… hate seeing them broken like this and who would she be if she allowed herself to sit back and simply watch while her family tore into itself?

She huffs under him after a moment having worn herself out with all her squirming and kicking. Leah pants heavily, her eyes blinking a few times before closing all together. She shifts, her body going from being the beast she was to the human she'd been born to live with as well and as she does Sam carefully frees her from his jaws.

She shrinks down quite a bit considering the difference the size of the wolf and their human bodies be. Fur slowly disappears, transitioning back into sweet smooth skin. That skin that he had seen so many times before… under the stars, wet with water, shining in the sunlight. Sam gently trails his teeth over her shoulder as a bit of a warning and he doesn't miss the way she seems to shudder at the feeling against her bare skin..

Sam seems to shift back as well, as they drag against her skin his animalistic body slowly turns back into his human one. Fur turning to skin and features like his ears and tail seemed to vanish as he turned back but he still …keeps close. His breath is hot as it puffs against her skin. His hands now move to slowly move down her skin and trail down her hips.

His eyes soften just being able to still be against her. She's so warm and the way that her body rises and falls after all her squirming makes Sam stay quiet for a moment. He doesn't want to think of something bad happening to her ever but… with the energy that's in the air he can't help but want to hold her just so much closer.

“Sam?..”

Leah suddenly breathes out his name and he feels himself closing his eyes fully now, taking a deep breath through his nose and inhaling her scent with that deep inhale as if it was his last. That seems to send another shiver up Leah's spine.

He can tell.

It's in her scent as that natural musk seemed just a bit sweeter suddenly and she feels just a bit warmer under his hands and body and Sam finds himself caught up in a variety of thoughts. One's like how he always loved her warmth, so much so that he couldn't help but be distracted by it right now as he takes a moment to gently run his fingers over her skin.

He doesn't mean to ignore her but he can't help himself. How many times has he touched this skin, caressed it and left his marks in it? He wasn't sure but Sam was sure that he never wanted to dream of stopping.

“Please stop going to see them Leah..”

Sam says but his tone sounds different, softer and just a bit lower than usual and Leah has heard this many times before. Still, it makes her shudder under him. He huffs softly while now moving his hands under her.

It's like his body is moving on its own in a way, the way he runs his fingers along the smooth skin of her stomach is like he's hypnotized. Sam traces her skin, leaning ever closer to lightly bury his head in her shoulder, humming softly as Leah seems to suck in a breath.

She bites her lip. How is she supposed to not feel even warmer as he says that and in the soft and sweet tone that he does. Sam's voice always stood out as strong and powerful even now as it grows soft and warm. Leah tilts her head aside, arching it as Sam turns his head slightly to look at her with that gaze of his. The gaze that always made her feel so weak, so needy and she feels herself whimper a little. She just wants to make sure everything is okay but it is Sam's job to make sure of such things realistically and it's a job that he holds dear and close to his heart. He was hurt seeing her run off over and over again to those people and even after his warnings and orders... It hurt thinking that her reasons even lied with Jacob of all people. He closes his eyes, one hand staying on her stomach and as she moves a bit again his other moves up to grab her right wrist. He pins it there for a moment before lacing his fingers between her own.

“It's not just that..”

He grumbles, his brows furrowing and he leans in and brushes his lips against her throat. He feels tempted to do it… to bite her right here and now but he waits even with how eager he's feeling. The idea of doing so though is enough to make him hard in his shorts. Biting was such an intimate task after all, a bold way of claiming one's partner for all to see. Usually Sam was gentler, even with his title he secretly enjoyed the act of snuggling and hugging and kissing but then these moments kicked in where he felt a need to make sure everyone knew just who she belonged to.

He of course trusts his clan but… there were moments, times and situations where the situation tended to pop up. A foolish pup perhaps looking at her a certain way or another lingering close by just to take in her scent. She's usually more kind with dealing with such matters though he always put them in their place when needed, after all with the wolves inside them it was natural in a way and so was his punishments when he'd catch them. And he always caught them and they always sobbed and begged for forgiveness, each one but..

Jacob.

Sam feels a rush of anger move over his body at the thought of the other. Ever since they were younger Jacob tended to give him trouble whether it be intentional or not and Sam can't help the jealousy… he can't help but feel threatened.

His lips trailing on her skin turn into a couple heated kisses as his eyebrows furrow with annoyance.

“I don't want you around him.”

He growls and Leah's back arches a little as she feels him pulling her closer and he's putting off so many pheromones that she can't help but feel like she's drowning. It's a natural musk but every wolf had it and Leah remembers her first experience of it, remembers falling in love with it from the very start. She remembers those times where she'd accidentally breath it in after he'd go hunting or work out or when he was in her bed and… it's so strong to her that she has had her moments where she'd be up late at night and when everything was quiet and as his scent lingered she'd breathe and slowly run a hand down her stomach and past her panties just to trail her fingers over her lips just to find them soaking wet.

She bites her lip a bit harder. She knows exactly who he's talking about and why but really Jacob was just a friend. And yet, every time she said that she could still feel Sam's unease even when he tried his best to hide it. Leah had her moments of wanting to help yes but she had to admit that… the way that he was pressed against her back, pinning her down while now plastering gentle kisses along her throat was definitely making her feel excited. Her heart was racing like a rabbit trapped in a cage and Leah would be a liar if she said that she didn't find herself enjoying this. He's the leader, the alpha and she's his mate… it only makes sense for her breath to hitch as those hot lips run over a sensitive spot and for her to push her hips back and grind against him so they could really feel each other and boy is he supporting some excitement of his own.

“J-Jacob isn't…”

Leah begins to respond, her voice shaky now. She's feeling a heat stirring up in her and she doesn't even manage to get her sentence out fully when Sam suddenly bites her and he does so hard.

Leah jolts, jumping under him and letting out a sudden cry at the feeling. There's a surge of pain that rushes through her but immediately after it's followed by hot passion. It's like getting hit with electricity, a surge of raw power racing through her blood and it's so good. It's always so fucking good.

For a split moment euphoria hits her like a sack of bricks and Leah finds herself struggling to even remember how they ended up like this. She really wanted to leave and just make sure but oh Sam was being so convincing already.

“Don't you dare speak his name while I'm with you. Especially while I'm with you like this.”

He snarls and Leah mewls as Sam sticks his tongue out to lick her, the wet and heated muscle going from her collarbone to her jawline, collecting drops of crimson that left the new wound on her. The bite was bleeding and Sam didn't get to taste her often like this so of course after even just a little taste he's feeling even hotter, like her blood on his tongue was it's own aphrodisiac that only he could try and have.

“Not now, not ever.”

Sam continues to say after cleaning the wound and Leah can't help the way she moves to bury her head in the soft grass below her now, exposing her nape as some of her hair falls aside. Sam shudders just seeing it and without much thought he sticks his tongue out again and drags the muscle along her nape. Leah moans, her mouth falling open this time. It's only now that she realizes just how excited she is, so much so that she feels her cunt twitching and the way that Sam slides his hand down and over her stomach down to her clothed sex just to rub her just right sends her into a bit of a frenzy.

So much has happened, is happening, and she didn't care how stubborn she could be. Though, she had to admit, in the chaos of things she simply hadn't had time to actually be in his arms and with him. She had been running around so much that their cravings to touch each other and be touched by each other had grown to almost worrying levels.

Leah doubted she'd get tired of his touches, doubted she'd ever get tired of his large, warm hands caressing her.

If anything it's like, letting out the stress that has been sitting on her shoulders for weeks now as if all the running, arguing and fighting had all led up to this one moment. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so frustrated. Well, actually that was a lie but either way she was enjoying this moment between them that they were finally having now.

It's like being in heat. That warm feeling that builds up in your gut and leaves you twitching and aching for something, anything.

Considering he's her mate it only makes sense for her to arch her back and lightly roll her hips against him.

Sam has to take his time.

There's so many things he wants to do to her and he does feel like he's losing his mind but he has to take his time. He tells it to himself over and over again even though it is a bit of a struggle. He nibbles on her nape, gently rubbing her clothed clit in smooth circles through her shorts and he hums lowly as she trembles in his firm hold.

As hard as he's getting he always enjoys this part of this process. He loves listening to her breath hitch as he kisses her skin, feeling her shake with need, listening to her beg for mercy once she was all soaking wet and desperate. Sam would even eat her out in a hot but cruel way and would spend hours between her thighs for example just to make her scream and cry even when he was rock hard and twitching in his own need. This was starting to feel no different from those moments and he can't help but smirk a little as her breath hitches.

He slides his fingers down and he makes a sound of approval as his fingers feel her soaked short, her juices leaking in the fabrics. He's careful but has just the right amount of pressure, the one that she seemed to always adore when he touched her like this and he rubs at her clothed lips before making one, two, three swipes at her clit.

“S-Sam… I– Ahn~ Don't..”

She attempts to speak only to find the task far more difficult than it usually was. It was fair to admit that her scent wasn't the only one that seemed to affect him because she had also been affected by his. She wants to be mad but she simply can't find it in her heart to do so. Leah lets out another cute moan as she shakes under him and she can't help the way her thighs attempt to squeeze shut on his hand. Sam doesn't allow it, moving his other hand lower now to grip her left thigh and hold it open so he could continue to work.

Sam had taken in all the aspects of what had occurred recently and he could say that maybe this moment would be good for a punishment.

Maybe he should make her beg until she sobbed or cover her in a handful of marks, a few ideas were brewing indeed but he continues to take his time with her now.

He kisses her back, from her nape and down, hugging her body close to him as she continues to shiver. He was still mad at her, still angry and annoyed with Jacob and it was only fair wasn't it? After all, while she was putting him on a wild goose chase he had spent many nights looking for her, thinking of her, touching himself to her… and Sam could admit he was rather pent up.

He bites her a bit harder suddenly and Leah whines out from under him, bucking a little under him, her hips rubbing deliciously into his own.

“Sam!~”

Leah gasps and Sam groans hearing the way she calls out his name just the way he likes it.

“That's right… Say my name Leah, say it.”

He growls and now pulls his hands away to hold her hips. He looks down at her back, admiring her figure and the bites that he's already managed to put on her skin that stood out so beautifully. He likes his lips a little as he looks down to see the tent in his shorts, his cock eager beneath the fabric, eager and ready for her. It's a lovely sight especially as Leah turns her head over her shoulder to look at him with something like her own personal puppy dog eyes.

“Sam… please. Please I'm sorry just…”

Leah pants as she gives her hips a wiggle and Sam takes tighter hold of them while going in with a rough grind. The only thing separating his cock from her soaking wet pussy is the fabric they wore and Sam feels a rush of shivers run up his spine.

His hands move to slip under her shorts at the hips and he pulls them, watching as more skin is now being exposed. The plus was the fact that it only made her shudder more under him, the way his hips were being exposed so lewdly and the way the fabric bunches and rubs her already sensitive clit. She whines, arching her back, the pleasure running through her was making it harder for her to actually speak.

“No, no… don't be sorry now.”

He breathes as he watches the way she squirms and shakes under him with his own lidded eyes. His other hand caresses her sweet skin before giving her a spank and humming as she coos loudly.

“After all, you hadn't seemed sorry when I spent all that time looking for you. All that time practically begging for you to come back home.”

He says now and there's a low grumble as he says it and if his ears were out they'd be lowered.

He knows her reasons, he really does and he even spent time thinking would he have… even done the same. Even so, they had their rules for reasons and being plagued with thoughts there was even a possibility of her having an affair behind his back was enough to drive him crazy.

He gives a particularly rough grind and Leah lets out another heated moan as the head of his clothed cock seems to catch a bit on her sensitive hood. Leah was losing her fucking mind.

She rocks her hips back against him and she doesn't necessarily want to apologize but oh how she had missed him. Leah had gone far too many nights without him and she could at least admit that she missed him so much.

When she lets out a wanton whine Sam grunts and keeps his hips angled just right before giving her a few more rough ruts. Then he pulled her panties back a bit just to watch them snap back against her skin. She gasps, she was sure it was the worst timing to be doing this right now but of course she wanted it, itched for it, craved it.

It's like she was a few years younger, practically rubbing her scent on everything she could whenever he came to mind.

“I-I love you Sam~...”

She whines, her voice breaking as she moves against him. Their pattern is perfect against each other and she feels it each time he rubs her just right. She feels so exposed and even the possibility of someone catching them like this was enough to make her heart pound in all the worst… and best ways. Of course she'd prefer to have these moments with him between the two of them but there has been a few moments where he'd touch her and tease her when they weren't fully alone and yes it never went past those things until they were actually alone but having to act like everything was okay when they were in fact not seemed to actually get a rise out of her. Especially considering how well behaved and dignified she always seems to be when in the presence of others. Just like Sam, she did have a reputation in their pack but Sam couldn't seem to help himself at times.

After all, he got a rise out of it too.

“Do you?~”

He chuckles lowly before letting go of her panties just to pull them down enough to expose her glistening wet pussy to the air around them and while she seems to gasp at the action he seems to groan at the sight, his cock twitching in his own shorts. He looks at her like she's the most beautiful thing on the face of the planet, the only thing that mattered in his world and he lets out a lovesick sigh before using one hand to grip a cheek while the other moves lower. He slides his thumb over her cunt and it twitches while she sucks in a breath. Sam can admit that he'd love to grab hold of her now… to bury himself as far as he possibly could and make the sweetest, nastiness, filthiest love to her right now but he still resists. It is tempting, so tempting but even with his urges and his love for he has to see it.

He needs to break her down and watch her sob for mercy.

Her scent was intoxicating. He can't even sit here and blame it on his wolf this time, not fully, even if he wasn't what he was or who he was, he was positive… more than certain that if they met in another world every version of him would feel the same way he did now.

He loves her, so, so much.

Leah moans and rocks her hips against his thumb, quickly trying to find the perfect rhythm. She bounces her hips up and down, wiggles them side to side, and whenever Sam's thumb seems just a bit too close to slipping inside her soaking wet tunnel she tries to angle her hips just right for him to slip in. Groaning and growling a little when he quickly seems to realize just what exactly she's gunning for and pulls his thumb away just at the right time to ignore her.

“I-I do! I do! I love you so much Sam and Y-You know that!”

She says and it's like a desperate shout.

It's so fucking hot.

Sam bites his bottom lip just listening to her, his cheeks feeling a bit warm as a blush starts to flush on his cheeks. He's rock hard, how could he not be with her practically crying to him her love while shaking her hips against him.

“Do I?~”

He says out loud now and with a chuckle pulling his hand away for a moment and it seems to shock her, making her gasp. How dare he pull away? And if she knew she wouldn't face any consequences over it she would have reached her hands down to touch herself. It's so tempting but instead she reaches her hands back and takes hold of her cheeks and pulls them open revealing her pink and fluffy looking insides. They twitch and throb while leaking her most natural and intimate fluids and Sam can only describe it as the most beautiful and perfect flower he has ever laid his eyes on. Like the prettiest rose he's ever had the privilege of being near oh and the heavy and nearly overwhelming scent made him groan and Sam can't seem to resist leaning down while he takes he cock in his hand.

It's meaty, thick and pulsating with energy and as he leans down and opens his mouth to lay a hot lick on her cunt from her clit to the cleft of her ass he feels precum prick the tip.

Leah jolts and if his hand hadn't moved to grip her thigh Sam was sure she would have leapt up in overstimulation which she has done once or twice before in times like these which prompted Sam to hold her down just the way he liked it so she could take everything he gave her like a big girl.

“Sam! O-Oh!~ Please, please… Y-Yes you know.. You know I love you!”

Leah sobs, practically shouting into the forest air. Her gut is boiling with heat and she knew he was teasing her and as flustered as she is to admit it she was sure she could cum just from his tongue. She wiggles her hips against his face and just to stir her own Sam stays still, fisting his cock while she uses his tongue for a moment.

She tasted good, just as she always did.

It was so distracting, her fluids dripping onto his tongue as her hips rut and buck, breathless moans falling from her lips with every twitch, suck and flick so imagine the cry she let out when he wraps his lips around her clit to give it a loud suck and lewd suck.

It seems to nearly push her over the edge; she's twitching, moaning sweetly and Sam can pick up on the way she spreads her thighs some more as she moves one hand to fist at the grass like it was the only thing keeping her sane. It's far too hot, everytime they do this it was hot.. The way she's practically leaking onto him while begging, whimpering out for him was definitely sending heat surging through Sam in the best of ways. It doesn't help that her scent hangs over them like a cloud, and Sam desperately wanted to get rained on.

But still, he waits.

It's this scent that he fell in love with, this scent that always seemed to drive him crazy and he's so distracted by it that it takes him a moment to realize she's moving quicker, breathing faster as she finds herself a rhythm she seems to quite enjoy. He pulls away all of the sudden when she realizes and Leah can't help herself from letting out a frustrated shout. This is now the second time, third? She wasn't too sure now, her mind foggy with need and lust and focusing was becoming so hard. All she wants to do is cum and to do so with him now.

Sam pulls back, his spit being the only thing to keep them connected until the strand breaks. His eyes are lidded and he slurps up the juices on his tongue, humming and then biting down on his bottom lip while he continues to fist his cock which stands proudly between his strong thighs. Leah continues to hold herself open, panting heavily as she arches her back and Sam looks at her like the wolf he is, as if he's thinking about consuming her whole just as she is. He moves his hand to grip one of her wrists, pinning it against her back before freeing his cock just to take another look at her leaking love tunnel. He can't resist scooting closer and the bulbous head slides against her folds before threatening to slide inside her. It nudges her, teasing her and Leah whines… her thighs shaking some more as he forces her to wait.

“S-Sam… please, please just put it in. I need to feel it inside me, I need…”

She gasps and moans, sucking in a breath when Sam finds himself leaning down and pressing snuggly against her back again. He moves his hand from her ass to her throat and without a second thought he wraps his fingers around her smooth neck and Leah mewls with labored breaths while his hand quite literally takes her breath away for a moment.

“I'm still not fully convinced. Maybe if you shout it I might be willing to hear you out. Hm?~”

He says against her, speaking with the low, rough tone in her ear and grinning like the wolf that he was as she shivers and shakes like prey. His cock settles between her thighs, twitching up against her as he holds her down and it was fair to say Leah was going mad. Sam can sense it, can see it, feel it and taste it so when she finally seems to break… sobbing with desperation he hums lowly before leaning in just a bit closer to lick the shell of her ear with his hot tongue before biting, nipping and nibbling on her sensitive lobe. The way that her body shakes is just simply too cute, the way that she pleads for his touch and attention is far cuter. Sam is losing his mind too.

Actually, Sam was sure he lost it long ago… when he first saw her.

Sure he tried to keep calm and cool but he couldn't imagine where he'd be without her. Emily… had been one thing but Leah felt right and after he had come to the conclusion of who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, everything; his instincts, the world, the ancestors had continuously told him through nature, dreams and future vision that she was it.

Leah felt like home.

Leah was home.

And Sam had already said to himself many times now that he would never leave her, would never disappear from her side, even now… with the war going on around them he had vowed to forever spend his life with her.

She had been stressed, he more so and the least they could have was this moment together with no one else around them but the spirits of nature.

Sam suddenly takes hold of her, flipping Leah on her back who manages to squeak at the moment and then they both freeze as they look each other in the eyes.

His was wild, hungry, as if he was looking at a meal. After all he had been starved. On the other end hers twinkled bright like a million suns though they also glistened with a few tears from her frustration. Her cheeks were red and her chest rose and fell and Sam held a similar look as he trails his eyes over her, from her pretty pink cheeks, to her rising and falling chest and down to her glistening crotch.

Leah shyly squeezes her legs shut but Sam doesn't allow it, moving to slip between her thighs so he could see everything whether she wanted to show him or not and she blushes deeply at the action. After all, it wasn't like he was seeing something that hasn't been seen by him a million times before and would be seen a million times again after.

“You know I love you Sam, I-I love you more than anything else more than the ground we lay on, more than the moon we howl at, more than even myself…”

She blushes even more as she says this, lowering her head submissively a little as she looks at him though she's so warm and flustered that it is surprising that she can even look him in the eyes right now at all. Though, in reality the eye contact is another confirmation, another vow that showed just how in love she was with him. She was just as crazy for him as he was for her and it showed in her eyes, those eyes that he learned to read and understand.

They were obsessed with each other.

Sam seems to break under the weight of those words and before he can stop himself and wait he quickly leans in and silences her with a kiss. It's a hungry kiss, a passionate one where the world around them falls silent as he gives it.

He loves the taste of her lips, loves the feeling of her against him and he holds her hands down for a moment as his naked body pressed against hers. His cock is trapped between the two of them but for now he's more distracted by her kisses. One kiss leads to two, and two turns to three until they lose track.. smooching and hugging, pulling and grasping at each other eagerly and hungerly.

Sam can't seem to wait anymore and with a groan he decides to have mercy on both of them, taking a moment to roll his hips, his cock sliding against her stomach the first time before then slipping and catching on his clit. She mewls, arching at even just the feeling of that and the way that meaty head teases her opening again and then Sam pushes his hips again and this time he pushes past her ring. They both moan at the feeling of him penetrating her, their noises getting louder as Sam pulls back from their kiss to hold her legs open and watch the sight of his cock sinking into her pussy, watching as those pretty lips hugged and swallowed him while he surges forward slowly and watching as Leah's mouth falls open in a silent cry while she lightly pressed her hands against his chest. It didn't matter how many times they had sex Sam would always take his time at this moment, he knew they've done this many times before now but never did he ever want to hurt her even if it was accidental.

Leah moans loudly, her mouth falling open wide as she rolls her head back and arches. It's so good, he's so good and she doubts she'll ever get tired of this, doubts she'll ever want anyone else like she always seemed to want Sam. She couldn't bother imagining anyone else doing this to her, wouldn't even dare entertain the thought of another's eyes raking over her name body like his were right now. She needed Sam, needed it to be him because there was no one else that could hold her like this, kiss and taste her like this, fuck her like this in her mind but him.

Sam pushes, grunting, baring his teeth a little as he sinks into her molten core. It twitches and clenches around him, hugging him like she might just swallow him hole and fuck… it's so good.

Too fucking good.

It felt so amazing to have her like this and she was a mess, a complete puddle under him figuratively and literally it seemed. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry and she shuddered deliciously against him as she rolls her hips to take in even more, her eyes rolling a little as his tip nudges a delicious sweet spot located deep in her.

“S-SAM!~ Oh God Sam, please baby… please Sam, pleasepleaseplease.”

She begs and babbles and Sam shudders as he watches her, a shiver rushing up his spine. It feels so fucking good to have her wrapped around him, to have her pleading with and for him, to have her understand and know her place beneath him, under him.

He stays still for a moment, panting as he cages her in, his hands settled on each side of her shoulders. He's savoring her, taking in her feel and it's already a hard task. So imagine the patience he's trying to keep as she begins to touch him some more, reaching her hands up to caress his hot skin.

She looks him in his eyes for a moment before lowering her gaze to his abs and torso and Leah has to touch him, needs to. And so she does, moving her warm palms up and over his skin, admiring his dip and ridges and as her hand sinks to his stomach and down to his v-line Leah takes note of how Sam growls. She twitches around him, biting her bottom lip before letting out another heated moan.

“Come on, P-Please Sam, please move baby..”

Leah whimpers, damn near sobbing for him and Sam can't help but finally give in to her.

His arms move to slide under her knees and he pushes them up and closer to her chest, grinning smugly as Leah whimpers and gasps. He's so in love with her; her sounds, her noises, her in general and he pulls his hips back, all the way to the point where it seems the tip of his cock might slip out of her before surging forward. It's not so much as a quick thrust as it is a firm one, and it takes the breath right out of Leah as she moves her hands up to grab his shoulders for support. She pants heavily, looking at him as if there was no one but him and that's exactly what he wanted, to be the only thing that really mattered to her.

Her eyes are teary, cheeks are colored in dark crimson, cute nipples standing hard and firm while her legs shook with mind numbing pleasure that only he wanted the power to pull out of her.

She's so beautiful, so cute and Sam feels that last bit of sanity leave him.

He growls again, a low groan falling from his own lips as he pants and builds a pattern, going in and out over and over again, his cock sinking into her over and over while he bumped her clit each time.

It's heaven; the way she's gasping and crying his name, her hands moving so she can dig her nails into his shoulders now just to keep a better grip on him. She's twitching, clenching around him in the most beautiful of ways and Sam watches as she tosses her head back and mewls. He keeps this pattern knowing it's one of her favorites and he doesn't hate it at all either. He loves the way she hugs his cock like it's the only thing she wanted to ever hold and he loves those sounds and trembles she has each time his balls slaps against her ass. Sam loves watching her, loves being able to make her face contort with absolute pleasure and her hips jerk and buck for more of his mighty cock. She fits around him too well, just right and Sam listens to the filthy sounds that her pussy makes and he growls some more.

“You're soaking wet, what a good girl you are Leah.~ Maybe you really have learned something from this whole experience…”

He chuckles breathlessly, as he keeps it up. Leah probably would have loved to tell him off right then, to tell him to shut up and just keep fucking her but of course the praise matched up with those powerful thrust makes her jolt and cry out.

“S-Sam Ahn! Oh Sam please!”

She gasps and Sam loves it, loves hearing her call out for him like this after so much has happened. He needed to hear her, needed to listen to her sob out for him and he was going to get it. She was his. No one else's but his and Sam needed to have her confirm it, for the sake of both of their minds. He leans down, humming before kissing along her throat as he keeps thrusting, shivers running up his back as she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

“T-Tell me who you belong to Leah, tell me who's your mate sweetheart..”

He snarls against her skin as his thrust so now gets rougher with her and he smacks dead into that sweet bundle of nerves that he knew was in there and drove her completely crazy.

Leah jerks, her toes curling because she feels it… she's so close to an orgasm that she was sure would leave her actually feeling sore later even though it was so worth it.

“Sam!~ Sam, oh I belong to yo-uou~.. I belong to you leader, you forever and ahn- always!”

She screams and oh the pressure in her gut seems to snap. She quite literally starts to cry, overwhelmed by everything he was making her feel and it doesn't help that he hasn't dared to slow down, if anything he's picked up speed.

“Fuck Leah… That's it, say it again. Tell me again baby~”

Sam curses, she's hugging him so much, clinging to him and keeping him against her. He's so perfect, always so perfect and Leah feels like she's combusting, as if her mind it actually turning into goo. Nonetheless, she follows her orders like she always will and she says it again. Says how she belongs to him and cries how she promises to never belong to another, that she always knew that he was home and that she was to always come back to him, that Jacob meant nothing… less than nothing when it came to them and Sam's having so much fun that he doesn't dare to slow down or show any mercy when she starts to babble, pressing her hands against him not sure whether she wanted to push him away or so much closer. By the way she's hugging and squeezing him, trembling and leaking around his cock he can tell that holding on was being harder and harder for her and Sam smirks almost smugly.

“Hold it.. Who said you get to cum hm?”

He teases and Leah was so close, far too close, just at the finish line and for a moment she doesn't respond, not until he seems to slow down a little. She gasps as if in horror and quickly she tries to focus, her cheeks red and eyes teary from being so, so close.

“Sam!!~”

She says as if frustrated again and he almost seems to be wickly happy seeing her like this. He gives her another sharp thrust, biting his lip as he watches as her head snaps back and another broken sob leaves her lips.

He doesn't respond, instead grinding against her, panting heavily at the feeling it causes for both of them before he leaves down and trails his hot tongue over one of her hard nipples, groaning as her nails trail down his spine. She shakes harder, her breath hitching and then she screams it again, screams out to anyone and anything near the she belonged to him and a part of him both hoped that everyone could hear her and not hear her at the same time.

“Good girl, such a good. Fucking. Girl.”

He groans lowly, his thrust matching with his words, his hips getting rougher with her as if adding enfences on those very words and then she seems to finally fall apart, screaming out as her orgasm crashes down on her like a ton of bricks. She convulses, arching her back off the ground under her and pressing flush against him as she cums, her pussy squeezing and clenching hotly as juices squirt out of her and coats the two of them. Sam pulls away to watch though he is still holding her down and the scene seems to push him over the edge as well, the way her pussy looks hugging and trembling around his makes his cock twitch and Sam takes hold and firm hold of her before sinking as far as her could into her pussy before his own orgasm comes crashing down on him.

He groans, howling in ecstasy as he buries all the way to the hilt and blows inside of her, hot cum surging through her and filling her up until it seemed to have nowhere else but the forest floor below the two of them.

It's so good for both of them, every second of this love making had driven them crazy and finally, some of that pressure that had been killing them before had been relieved.

Sam slumps against her as the high of their actions slowly but surely dials down and when his chest meets hers he quickly hugs her, holding on to her like she was the last thing he'd ever get the time and chance of holding. He pets her back, gently nuzzles her and Leah pants heavily, tired, though she of course wraps her own arms around his shoulders, gently lacing her hands in his dark hair as she hugs him with just as much love and care. For a moment that's it; nothing but just the two of them and their tired pants as they calm down. The placement of the sun has moved, the sky bright and beautiful above them as noon settles in and Leah speaks first, gently rubbing his back while leaning down a little to place a kiss to his temple while she crosses her loves over his back.

“I love you Sam. So much more than I could ever bother loving anyone else. So much more than you can understand at times..”

She says with a soft tone as if she wanted no one else to hear him but her and he can. He can hear her admiration, can practically taste the attraction she has for him, can feel it and that's all he ever wants. He can't resist leaning in and hungrily kissing her, his lips pressing to hers and stealing her breath and he stays there until they need to breathe for air.

“And I love you Leah. I will always love you.”

He says and she knows he's telling the truth, she can see it in the way his eyes twinkle, can feel it in her heart.

“Does that mean… you'll leave the Cullen's alone. Will you trust me… and stand down with the pack?”

She carefully asks and Sam pauses for a moment as if surprised at such a request but… there's that look in her eyes… and while he still doesn't like the circumstances of everything going on around them… Leah had made a promise to him and so he wouldn't dare not return the energy when she had gone through all this trouble just to have Sam listen to her in the first place. He may not like it… but he trusts Leah. So if she tells him to hold down for now… then he would.

He huffs in defeat before nodding.

“I'll… We'll… stand down. Just, you, Seth, and Jacob… be careful and if anything goes down we will still have your backs.”

He says, vowing as he lightly bows his head to her and Leah smiles brightly, like a solar flare in the night sky before she cups his cheeks and leads him into another loving and magical kiss and Sam sighs softly into it because he's so in love with her. If this is what she wanted then, Sam would do it. He and the pack would support their choices and come to aid them if it was ever needed and words can not explain the love that they have for each other and their family. They kiss lovingly, passionately before slowly pulling back from each other. They take a while to pull free from each other but Leah cleans up her mess, taking his cock in her mouth and licking it clean while he takes the time to stick his fingers inside her pussy and scoop out the globs of cum that he left in her until she felt clean enough for now. They'd have to get home and clean up seriously once they got back but for now they get dressed, pulling back on the clothes they had on before and then getting to their feet.

Well, somewhat to their feet, Leah has a lump and leans against him a bit while Sam chuckles and holds onto her.

Sam looks at her with a little grin and Leah huffs, glaring halfheartedly at him.

“Not a word until we get home.”

She says and Sam hums before kissing her lips once more and then looking her deep in her eyes with his own.

“I am madly in love with you as well Leah.”

He says and she gives in, her own smile forming on her lips. As annoying as he could be at times she truly believed that she could never choose someone else over him and she never wants to.

They help each other back home and the pack is there already after having gone out and done their own duties though, their was always the possibility that someone did in fact hear him and Leah and led the pack away from them just to get privacy. Either way, there's an air of knowing but also of calmness that hasn't been presented in the pack in a while, Seth and Jacob are even present to hear the news and Sam can't be more grateful for it. There's a moment where his eyes connect with Jacob's and the other wolf simply nods before trailing off from the group as if his mission with them is done for now. Leah gives Sam a little look, then a small smile and with a soft sigh Sam makes the announcement for everyone to officially stand down until further notice and while there is some confusion in the crowd everyone does seem to agree nonetheless to leave Bella and the Cullen's alone until told otherwise.

“They are not a threat to us yet. Unless given a valid reason, let Bella and the Cullen's enjoy this child of theirs.” He says with that confident and booming voice and Leah lets out a soft, lovesick sigh as she gently laces her hand with his own and gives it a squeeze and Sam returns the affection, looking at her with a look that still showed a bit of unsureness but when Leah takes a moment to reach her other hand up to cup his cheek and rub gentle caresses into his skin Sam sighs now. Then he moves his free hand to hold that hand on his cheek.

His eyes look deep into her own and there's understanding there that only they could understand between each other.

For now, there would be no fight and that was nerve-wracking and reassuring all on its own.

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