#twilight scenarios

[writerpetals]

take care | ❤️

; optional female lead fluff |  ☁️

For as long as you’ve known her, she’s been your solace on days that seem to drag on and leave you exhausted, both mentally and physically. She’s the warmth you need when you walk through the door and spot her smile, her eyes guiding you to her and her voice easing your worries. A simple peck on the lips as the memories of a hard day become just that while they slip from your mind, and arms around your waist prove time and time again it’s the perfect remedy to heal any stress, or tension, from your body.

It’s become a ritual at this point. She texts to ask how your day is going, and if she senses you’re not doing too well, she has take-out and a movie prepared by the time you get home. It gives you something to look forward to, knowing she will be awaiting your arrival to pull you into her arms, kiss your lips, and have you forgetting all about any bad day as if it’s a distant memory.

“C’mon,” she tugs you toward the kitchen where she’s readied plates and silverware, “I got your favorite.” 

The two of you eat and catch up with cheeks full of food, making sure to swallow before laughing at something so tiny it almost shouldn't be funny. She reaches to hold your hand across the small dining room table every now and then in the middle of her rambling about this and that, and you know she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. It makes it all the more comforting. You give her palm a gentle squeeze before she pulls away to shove another bite into her mouth, and you grin at her puffy cheeks while she chews in a hurry to continue talking. 

“Go get a shower,” she tells you with a kiss on your temple before collecting the dirty plates, “I'll clean up.” 

You know there's no use in arguing with her when she wants to care for you. Normally the two of you would clean together, not missing a chance to do the simplest tasks with one another, but she's persistent on ridding you of your bad day in every way possible. All you can do is smile her way before she disappears to place the dishes in the sink, and then you make your way to jump in the shower.

By the time you undress after turning the faucet, the hot water eases the tension in your muscles and it's just what you needed, though you don't mention it to her just yet. When she lingers in the bathroom to rest against the sink just as you're washing your hair, you assume she's aware you're already in better spirits from listening to you humming the song stuck in your head to mix with the shower’s stream hitting your body.

“Want to join me?” you offer after wiping away the fog on the shower door to spot her glancing toward you with a grin. 

“If I do, we will be too tired to watch the movie,” she replies with a giggle, her figure disappearing beneath the steam once you begin rinsing the strawberry-scented shampoo from your hair. You know she's right, as always, so you say nothing else while finishing your shower, and she's waiting on you with a fresh towel the moment you pull back the shower door.

She doesn't hesitate to wrap your dripping body up in the towel, nor does she wait to kiss your wet lips, giggling against your skin. She doesn't complain when a few droplets soak through her t-shirt to cause you to realize it's actually your shirt she's wearing, but you don't complain, either. It looks better on her, you think, and you say nothing when the thought has a grin forming on your lips.

“What's so funny?” she asks, but you only shrug and slip past her to dismiss her question, making your way to the bedroom the two of you share to steal one of her t-shirts in return. 

When you return to meet her in the living room, she already has the movie on the TV while she waits for your company next to her on the couch. But instead, you take a seat between her legs on the floor before slyly passing her your hairbrush and slipping the towel wrapped around your head to the floor. 

“Please,” you whine while she giggles, and you're both aware her braiding your hair has become a ritual all its own. After pressing play on the movie you have both seen a hundred times and never fails to brighten your bad days, she scoots closer to run the brush over your hair, playing with the strands as they air dry. 

Your eyes begin to flutter not even ten minutes into the movie, comfortable, relaxed, enjoying the way her gentle touch as she plays with your hair calms your nerves and soon, you're hardly paying attention. The exhaustion from the day sets in, and her care eases you enough to make falling asleep between her legs on the floor tempting. 

“Are you paying attention?” she asks. The moment her soft voice brings you back to reality, you realize you have missed enough of the movie not to care anymore. 

“Of course,” you tell her, obviously fibbing and it causes her to smack her lips. But she says nothing, realizing your hair is dry enough to form a messy, loose braid that will fall out by the time you're ready for bed, enjoying her attentive care regardless. 

“You're not falling asleep on me, are you? Your favorite part of the movie is coming up!” Her chuckle tells you she already knows the answer even before your heavy eyelids give you away the moment she leans down to look over your shoulder.

“N-Nope…” You yawn the word to earn more laughter, and soon she's pulling you up on the couch next to her. You can't resist allowing her arms to wrap around you to pull you against her, enjoying her warmth, the faint smell of her flowery perfume, and the comfort that is her embrace as she mends the troubles of a hard day, just like always. 

#blackpink scenarios #marvel scenarios #twilight scenarios #harry potter scenarios #jennie scenarios #twice scenarios #dreamcatcher scenarios #red velvet scenarios #itzy scenarios #mamamoo scenarios #aespa scenarios #jisoo scenarios #girl group scenarios #gidle scenarios #blackpink imagines #aespa imagines #red velvet imagines #dreamcatcher imagines #jennie imagines #jisoo imagines

[imaginebeyondyourdreams]

The Dance

*I hope ya’ll enjoy!*

When Embry had asked you to the school dance, you were elated. You had liked him for so long and the thought that maybe he liked you back was bewildering. You had gone shopping for a new dark blue knee-length dress and matching heels. You had done your makeup and curled your hair, just for this special night. You currently sat on your porch bench, looking at the time. You were ready a little early so you weren't too worried that he wasn't here yet. Several minutes passed and it hit six-thirty, the time he was supposed to pick you up. You waited to hear his mom's car drive up the driveway, but when it hit seven, when the dance began, and there was no car in sight, you began to worry. What if he wasn't coming? What if something had happened on the way over? You took your phone, dialing his number but it went straight to voice-mail. That was unusual. He always answered your calls. At seven-thirty, you accepted he wasn't coming but still sat out on the porch, feeling heartbroken at his absence. At eight-forty, a truck started to pull into the driveway, one you recognized as Jacob's. He parked and got out, wearing a tux and tie.

"He didn't show, I take it?" He asked gently, coming to sit beside you. 

"No… he didn't come," you sighed, looking down at your hands.

"You look beautiful, you know," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm so stupid," you replied, tears coming to your eyes, "Why did I get my hopes up?"

"It's not like him to do this," he began, reaching over to grab your hand, "But he has been acting differently lately. I saw him with Sam's group earlier today. I had a feeling that he wouldn't show."

"I feel so stupid," you began crying, wiping furiously at your wet eyes.

"You're not stupid, he is," he replied, squeezing your hand, "He's missing out on a beautiful and great girl. That's his loss." 

"Yeah? Then why do I feel so crappy?" You sniffled, wiping at your eyes again.

"You know what? It's a shame nobody got to see you all dressed up like this," he spoke, letting go of your hand and pulling his phone out, "Let me call Quil and his cousin. We can get a group together to hang out at the beach."

"I don't really feel like going anywhere," you sighed, looking over at him. 

"It'll make you feel better, I promise!" You caved and let him call Quil, making plans to meet at the beach. He got you loaded into his truck and drove down to the beach. When you got there you saw Quil, his cousin, and a few of your friends from Forks. You smiled at how everyone came dressed up like you. "See, already a smile."

"Okay, I do feel a little better," you replied before getting out of the truck and making your way down to the beach where the others started a small bonfire.

"Hey, ______!" Quil came over and gave you a hug, "Glad you could come! I'm sorry for how Embry is acting. He's being a jerk."

"Thanks," you smiled sadly, sitting down on one of the logs that surrounded the bonfire, Quil joining one side and Jacob the other side. You spent the next hour laughing and joking around with everyone. As you looked out to the distance, you saw Embry and Sam's group walking to another fire pit. 

"Did you hear me?" You were brought back by Jacob's words, watching as he followed your eyesight and spotted Embry. He got Quil's attention before they started to get up. You reach out, putting a hand on both of their arms.

"It's not worth it, guys," you tried to stop them from going over but Jacob just brushed you off.

"Like hell it isn't," he sounded angry and stomped his way over to the group, you and Quil on tow trying to stop him. As you got closer, you heard them all joking around and laughing before one of them, Paul you think, nudged Sam and pointed out you approaching. Sam came forward, meeting Jacob just outside the group.

"What do you need?" Sam spoke quietly, watching Jacob before looking over and Quil and you, "It's best you leave."

"I don't have anything to say to you," Jacob said loudly, glaring over Sam's shoulder at Embry who had just noticed everyone, "I have a bone to pick with that jerk over there." You sighed, putting your hand on Jacob's arm again, trying to pull him away.

"I think we should listen to Sam," you said, Quil nodding beside you, "It's not worth it."

"Saying it's not worth it is saying you aren't worth it," Jacob turned to you, a scowl on his face. He huffed and turned back, "I want to speak with Embry."

"You should listen to the girl," Sam said, "Just turn around and leave."

"It's alright, Sam," Embry said, stepping beside Sam, "I'll be fine." Sam watched him for a little bit before nodding, walking back to the group, "What do you need, Jacob?"

"What do I need? I need you to explain how you could even fathom treating _____ like you did tonight," Jacob spoke loudly, pushing Embry's chest.

"I can't," Embry said softly, avoiding looking at any of the three of you. 

"You can't or you won't," Jacob challenged, "What you did tonight is unforgivable. I can't believe how big of a jerk you're being."

"Jacob, can we just go," you asked quietly, pulling on his arm once again, "I just want to go home."

"Not yet," Jacob replied, glaring at Embry, "Not until he apologizes." He waited for Embry to say something but nothing came out of his mouth, "Well?"

"I… I'm sorry, _____," Embry looked over at you but you avoided looking at him,  "I can't explain but… I am really sorry." You sighed, finally looking up at him. You saw him freeze as he caught your gaze, his mouth opening as if to say something but nothing came out.

"There, he said it," you looked back to Jacob, "Can we go now?"

"Almost," Jacob said, pulling back his arm and punching Embry across the cheek, knocking him onto the ground as he was still looking at you and didn't see it coming, "Now we can go." You saw Sam's group watching, coming over when Embry went down, looking pissed. Jacob turned around and grabbed your hand, pulling you away with Quil in tow.

"Why did you punch him?" You asked as Jacob took you to his truck, saying goodbye to Quil before getting in to drive you home.

"Because he deserved it," he said plainly, shrugging his shoulders. You looked over as he gripped his fist in his lap, "That hurt like a bitch, though."

"Thank you for defending my honor," you smiled slightly at him, shaking your head before looking out the window.

"Anytime, _____, you're one of my best friends," Jacob pulled into your driveway and got out, opening your door for you,  "Have a good night, okay?" You nodded, hugging him lightly before going inside for the night.

#embry call #embry call x reader #embry call imagine #embry call imagines #embry call scenario #embry call scenarios #embry #twilight #twilight scenario #twilight scenarios #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #embry x reader

[hanatagami]

Twilight Characters with a GN! Light Fairy Reader

Twilight cullens with a light fairy reader. The fairies are based off of fate the winx saga ones, just because their powers are pretty cool. The show kinda sucks tho, but im an original winx fan so im a little protective of the original lmao. I might do other fairy types as well, and maybe with more characters idk yet

Edward Cullen

this man is. SO enraptured by you and your entire existence. He truly believes with all his heart you don’t belong with him, and it’s honestly kind of heart-breaking.

your like a symbol of everything he isn’t and he can’t help but remark to himself about the irony of it all.

ur a creature of the light, he can’t let others see him in light at risk of death by volturi. You have a temporary life-span(albeit long), he is immortal. ur whole existence is to be loved by nature, and he is supposed to be the top of the food chain predator.

ur the exact opposite of like everything he loathes about himself, why would you even consider being with him

but he gazes in awe of the way you can hold light in your palms, how the light hits your face and enhances every perfection, that you seem to almost glow in it, your entire aura radiating inviting warmth.

he just can’t seem to pull himself away from you, despite how much he believes you don’t belong together. he would be a fool to reject your love

he loves to play piano and watch you dance in the light peeking through the windows, orbs of light dancing around with you like a thousand tiny personal spotlights

the way he could watch you in your guyses meadow forever, you sitting amongst the flowers showing off by making a tiny rainbow in your hands, a little light show. the indescribable warmth he feels as all the colors hit your smiling face, he knows you have him wrapped around your finger, but he doesn’t want it any other way

dont even get me started on when he sees your wings. i imagine wings of light fairies are wings that are never the same color from one second to the next. your wings fluctuate from all colors of the light spectrum and to see you fly with them is like the most magical thing hes ever seen in his 100 something years of life

any comfort or desire you have on behalf of yourself or fairy traits, like maybe stones that absorb sun energy, plants for nature, literally anything, he’s pulling out that edward cullen card and buying everything

he would definitely buy plants anyways. he likes to see you bend rays of light and things to tend to the plants and it just makes him so happy

theres a fun little game you play, where you turn invisible and he tries to find you in the forest via your thoughts and other senses. when he finds you, he gives you a cheeky smile and a kiss. it’s kinda fun when he thinks he found you but your actually behind him or smth, you get to spook him a little and its very funny to see

Emmett Cullen

this little shit

to be honest i don’t think he’d notice your a fairy until you told him

but when he found out he was like “sick”

he’s suddenly very cautious physically, thinks you might be very frail or squish easy

until you tell him that absorbing the light makes you stronger so it’s fine

he’s very curious to see the capabilities and limits you have as a fairy. primarily, are you stronger then a human? if so he kinda wants to wrestle you

see whose stronger. his pride might be a little damaged if your able to win, he’d mumble something about a vampire being weaker then a fairy isn’t very cool, but i think he warms up to the thought very quickly and begins to find it kick ass

wants to see if you could beat jasper and edward in a fight too, and if you win he’s gonna be so proud of you

he feels like a very good match to you. while it isn’t necessarily super cool that vampires sparkle, he loves that in a way it matches you

orbs of light surrounding you like a bunch of stars, casting light on him and making him sparkle, like you guys are the lights of each others life or smth romantic like that

he’s not a poet

but he can’t help but grin cockily when you create a small orb in your hands just to watch how his hands and arms sparkle, he’s suddenly very proud with his sparkling ability

he’s asking-no begging- for you to pick him up and fly him around forks or the forest or anything. he wants to fly, jumping high isn’t the same

and you dont have to be afraid of dropping him! he’ll be fine!

you have to be careful, cause sometimes he’s a little too proud of you, he might accidentally spill a secret to someone while bragging about you

like “you should see how they look when playing with the light” and your like “EMMETT SHHH-” and just hope they think he’s talking about a ringlight or lighting in a picture or smth

he truly understands nothing on how fairies work, might buy a couple of scam things online on accident, in hopes of them being of some use to you

your vampire boyfriend just thinks your so cool, he wants to pick you up by the waist and hold up in front of everyone and go “look at my fairy s/o, aren’t they cool”

jasper hale

now major whitlock over here

he’s kinda like edward, he’s done a lot of bad in his life, something as innocent as a fairy truly can’t be into him

though its hard not to interact with someone who feels such a strong love for him

he doesn’t even have to feel it, cause you can show it via bright pink lights

you don’t allow him to brood on it to much

you do help him adress his past faults tho

he’s not proud of being in the confederate army, and thats something you had to establish very early on in the relationship

he helps you with magic training when you tell him emotions play into magic output

he feels this very innocent joy at being able to enhance your powers via boosting certain emotions

like the light you produce together is a product of your love, its a very wholesome feeling

he likes seeing how emotions effect your powers, how the colors change, fluctuating between a couple shades of one color depending on the emotions

how they differ in brightness, sadness being more dim, but things like happiness and anger being ridiculously bright

the light even moves differently, sometimes being more flowy and graceful, others being more fast and jagged

he’s kind of a history buff, so he is so interested in the history of fairies

the traditions and customs, and how they came to be

he could literally sit and listen to you talk about it all day, how fairies have had impacts on the world and human history that they had no idea about

how myths and legends of old are because someone saw a fairy, you being able to tell the full truthful stories and make them sound so interesting

he always compared alice to a fairy, but now that he knows one, he can’t help laugh to himself whenever you guys talk to each other

thinking as to how he was right in some areas, wrong in others

please let him dance with you

he wants to teach you so bad

swing dancing, line dancing, literally anything please

like swing dancing can be so intricate now cause he can literally throw you and you can do stuff in the air

the country man in him is so excited

he would show off if he had any country friends still alive from then

Carlisle Cullen

is curious in the medical facts of fairies fepoefsj

kinda cant help it, he;s been a doctor so long, and its mostly him wondering if you get injured if he can help you the same way he does humans

because he’s seen a lot of pain in people, and if what he usually does can’t help you like it did them, it might distress him a little

will feel much better when you enlighten on the best way to care for a fairy

also interest in hearing about the political dynamics of fairy kind

mostly if their anything like the volturi and if he should be concerned about them knowing about you

loves to see you interact with his children, you seem to be very wise and in tune with the feelings of others

you would very quickly become another parent to them, and it was clear you had final word in the house fepskf

loves when you surprise in his office at work by suddenly appearing out of thin air

or when he’s working and suddenly feels a kiss on his cheek and nothing else

the nurses all giggling at the joyful smile on his face, not knowing its because his s/o came for a single second just for a kiss before letting him get back to work, it makes his day that much better

hunting could be a little easier with your synergy with animals, but he would never ask that of you

loves to see you try on clothes, using your powers to view outfits at different light levels and angles

thinks your flawless in all of them, so be careful if your trying clothes on at the store

he’d buy the entire store-

considered buying you an entire forest too, but you claimed the forest belonged to the earth so he didn’t

you force the entire family out to secluded places in the woods and other places when its sunny, wanting to share its good energy with your family

the sight of his family playing around with each other in the sun, lead by his most favorite person makes him feel like he could take on the entire volturi

and yeah the volturi kinda see you as a threat, your powers alone could reveal a lot of vampire even at night

but they wont do anything at the risk of a species based war, they know so little about fairies that killing you and potentially making others angry could be very dangerous

plus the promise of a temporary, although very long, life length reassures them a little

carlisle would worship like you floated down from the sun and directly into his arms like some sort of celestial being

and he told you that, and the way your face and eyes lit up made him swear he’d never stop saying things like that to you

#twilight #twilight scenarios #twilight x male reader #twilight x reader #twilight x fairy reader #Edward Cullen #Jasper Cullen #Emmett Cullen #Carlisle Cullen #fairy

[heejayy]

Vampire bella with shy human reader where they meet at a mall (reader is soulmate's with her)

Low-key I hate human Bella but hits vampire Bella is different

Shopping for love

Pairing • Bella Cullen x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warning • none

Wc • 381

a/n: lol I feel you on that one human Bella was annoying 💀😭

Bella knew today would be different, it just felt different for her. So on a good day like today she decided to go shopping. She spent a good hour or two in the mall looking around when this overwhelming scent filled her nose. It wasn’t the fresh baked pretzels being displayed nor the fresh cookies either. This scent was different it smelled like sweet blood. She could’ve almost when feral right then and there. She looked and looked around to see if she could pinpoint the pleasant scent but it was becoming too much so she made her way to the bathroom to calm down.

But it became much worse, she stared in the mirror gripping the sink deciding to rinse her face with water. While drying it with a paper towel she looked up to see you walking out of the stall fixing your skirt. You noticed her and gave her a quick smile while heading to washyour hands.

“You alright?” You asked being polite, Bella just nodded unable to give a verbal response. You smiled again leaving on your way out.

It was you. You were what she was attracted to, Carlisle warned her about this, about meeting her mate. She didn’t want to lose you so she followed you. Was it creepy? Yes a little but she couldn’t stay away.

While shopping for a new summer dress you spotted her again peaking from behind a rack and gave her a confused look. So you walked over “can I help you?” You asked trying to sound semi nice. To be honest you were a little creeped out.

“I- I just wanted to say you’re very pretty” you raised your eyebrows in shock letting all your hostile energy go.

“O-oh well thank you” you smiled as you shyly avoided eye contact “your very pretty as well.” Bella smiled at your compliment tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I know this is a little awkward but could I possibly- get your number?” You were again shocked but agreed.

“I’ll text you later?” She said in a question tone and you just nodded.

{A/n: I just realized how short this was I’m sorry, but I hope you liked it☹️💛}

Twilight Masterlist

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[luv-tiffanyblue]

Moulage pt. 3

Synopsis: She was a lady born into French royalty and the royal court where she was highly beloved, only to meet her end at a young age and became a forgotten figure to history. The end she met became her stroke of fate as she was given a second chance to live again, forever. This is the story about (Y/n) De Auclair’s life where her new life gave her an adventure with a family and love that she never thought she would gain.

↳Jasper Hale x OC! Reader

Translation: The Cast pt. 3

Taglist: currently open; 2/10 positions

Likes, comments, & reblog are always appreciated

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Moulage pt. 2 ⚜️ Masterlist ⚜️ La Vie Avant Les Temps Modernes: Prologue

This coven was founded in September 1718 by Carlisle Cullen & (y/n) Auclair when the pair decided to stay together and extended their family. They are second largest & powerful vampire coven who is dedicated towards "vegetarianism.” The clan is 287 years old and consists of nine members.

Emmett McCarty Cullen

Played by Kellen Lutz

Date of birth: 1915-1935

Turned & joined: 1935 at age 20

Age: 88 years old as of 2005

Position: the childish/playful brother & that one big fun guy

Abilities: strength

Mate: Rosalie Hale

Fun fact: Emmett learned how old (Y/n) was with who her parents were, he was amazed, but also benefited him. When he and Rosalie go married, he asked (Y/n) to give him ballroom dancing lessons, so he wouldn't step on Rosalie and won't mess up on their wedding. She happily agreed as she has always missed ballroom dancing ever since it stopped becoming a social thing. He also likes to say things at a horrible French accent when he's near her and willsay things like "LET US EAT CAKE!" Which anyone will say "Emmett we don't eat real food. Give it a rest.”

Rosalie Lillian Hale

Played by Nikki Reed

Date of birth: 1915-1935

Turned & joined: 1933 at age 19

Age: 90 years old as of 2005

Position: the thoughtful caring sister & literal goddess in a vampire form

Abilities: ultimate beauty (one of the beautiful people in the world)

Mate: Emmett Cullen

Fun fact: When Carlisle brought home an unconscious Rosalie home, (Y/n)'s the one who cleaned her up! But then got bored of waiting for the pretty woman to wake up, so she decided to go dance around the house which Rosalie would wake up to! Everyone else had gone out to hunt which was why (Y/n) was in charge and got bored, so Rosalie heard the music and followed it to be enchanted by a spinning ballerina who noticed her and took charge to help explain Rosalie who she was and what happened. Rosalie likes to steal (Y/n) away when it comes to European topics as she is from there and visits Europe a lot. She also knew that the French woman helped Emmett with his ballroom dancing as she would hear the shouts of French and Emmett's stutters in the house.

Moulage pt. 2 ⚜️ Masterlist ⚜️ La Vie Avant Les Temps Modernes: Prologue

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[erisismywaifu25]

Landscape

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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[abridgerton]

The Wanting (Bella X Edward)

Prompt: “Sometimes, we have to leave the ones we love before they leave us.”

Characters: Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen, Charlie Swan

Triggers: getting bit, minor blood, action, romance, kissing, nsfw themes , yelling, arguing, professing love, death, grieving

Word Count: 2.6k+

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"Where have you been?" Edward asked aggressively; he had been waiting for her to come home. An hour earlier he had jumped through her bedroom window and expected to find her in there. When he discovered she was gone, he asked Alice to locate her for him - thats how Edward found out about Bella and Jacob.

Alice's vision had showed a tall, dark Jacob lean in for a kiss in the lush green woods next to his house, and after that she didn't want to see much else. She shook her head in disappointment and spat, "Its her and the werewolf. Bleh." The union left a bad taste in Alices mouth.

Had she continued with her vision, she would've seen Bella reject him and walk herself home.

Edward eyes fixed on Bellas delicate features, scanning the landscape of her profile for clues. Edward was absolutely livid - a werewolf?! She was mingling with a werewolf!

Bella, initially caught off guard by the surprise visit, peered back at him though lowered eyelids, "What, I'm not allowed to go out with anyone?" she snapped, "was I supposed to spend these last six months locked up in my room - weeping my days away?" She shut the door quietly behind her and began to tidy her room.

Edward recoiled at the remark. His eyes drew together, as if he was pondering something. After a few seconds of silence, he muttered, "You don't understand." He hung his head in distress and let out a small sigh, "I didn't have a choice."

Bella looked at him bewildered while fixing her sheets, "You think I want to talk to after you left me for six months?" she yelled. Her face was turning a rosy shade of red and her knees were beginning to buckle. "Welcome home Edward, its so good to see you!" she sneered, "Great to see you after you abandoned me half a year go! Should we throw a party?" The glances Bella was sending his way should have killed him on the spot. It was true - he had broken up with her six months ago on the dot - and he had come crawling back. How could she possibly forgive him for all the pain she suffered through? No letters, no calls, just radio silence.

Seeing him stnading in front of her was like seeing a mirage. Edward looked just as perfect as he had the day he left. Burnt auburn hair, translucent marble skin, and those unforgettable blush pink lips. Bellas heart cried out for him once more, but her head prevailed. She could not let him know how much he hurt her. She had to protect herself first.

Edward continued looking at the ground, his head swirling with thoughts of how he could possibly make this mess up to her. "My darling Bella," he thought, "my other half, how have I let her slip through his fingers so easily?" Remorse crept up his throat and sent a shiver down his spine. He would not so readily forgive himself for leaving her to begin with.

After a few beats, Bellas weak voice broke the silence, "I couldn't live without you." She stifled the sob that leapt into her throat. Edward raised his rigid gaze from the floor below and looked into Bellas emerald eyes with a vision of such great remorse. His dark eyes stared intently into hers, and for a moment, they were silent - trapped in the fervor of a soulmates gaze.

Their moment was ended by a single tear that rolled down Bellas cheek, and her hand, which promptly wiped it away. The sight broke Edwards heart. This was all for her, it had all been for her - surely she should understand. Everything was done so she would not know the cursed name of grief. He would not damn her life to the wastelands of immortal suffering; he loved her too much to condemn her to his way of life.

Bella, now aware of the second tear rolling down her right cheek, surrendered to her emotions, and began to cry. Her tears fell one after another, coming too quickly and too forcefully for her to stop. These tears were the products of months of unrelenting, soul-crushing torture; "How could you?" she cried, "I waited for you ... I waited here ..." Between sobs, Bella hastily turned towards the door to leave but was stopped by a large hand - the same familiar hand that belonged to Edward Cullen.

"Look," he plead, "I'm so sorry. So unbelievably and honestly sorry," Edward took a few steps toward Bella, grabbed her hands, and dropped to his knees at her feet, "Every single thing I do for the rest of my timeless existence is for you. Every breath I take, every morning I wake," he stood up and took a step closer to her, brushing his nose across her cheekbone and whispering into her ear, "every promise I keep - is all for you. My dear Bella, I am devoted to you alone."

His face was stunningly serious while making his speech, and the corners of his mouth turned down in a slight frown. There was a great deal of pain laced between every syllable that tore a hole in Bellas heart. She could hear he had suffered too - and for a moment, she forgot he ever left her at all.

Overwhelmed by his truth, Bella stood - frozen in time. The subject of her thoughts were focused on one thing exclusively: her burning love for Edward Cullen. The evidence of her desire was painted across her face - her expression unmistakable.

Edward laid rested his eyes on her beautiful features, forcing his craving for her to the back of his mind. "Just one taste," his mind begged, "just one..." saliva coated the inside of Edwards mouth, preparing for him to devour.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bella questioned. The sound of her familiar, velvety voice snapped Edward out of his lustrous trance and he was immediately pummeled by shame for his almost-attempt at biting his ex-girlfriend.

Bella stared at him, awaiting a response. She remarked on how confused his expression was, like he hadn't caused this whole mess by leaving her in the first place. Edward stumbled to find the right words, getting out a few, "I-"s , and, "Bella-"s, before finally taking a moment and collecting his thoughts before trying again:

 “Sometimes, we have to leave the ones we love before they leave us.” he said. Bella flinched at the notion. A few seconds passed in stunned silence before he began again, "We can't be together Bella. Its only a matter of time before I forget to control myself for just one second, and I'll kill you - I know I will." he looked at her, with a gaze that spoke to just how much he loved her and said, "I would never forgive myself. I would never stop grieving. "

"If I leave you now, you will get over me eventually, Bella. You could move on. But if I lose you," he took a breath, "that would haunt me forever."

Bella looked at him with such a puzzled expression that not even Edward could tell what she was thinking. She stood motionless - as if she was paralyzed by his speech. They just glared at each other, searching to find the answers to their questions in their lovers eyes.

"I can't go on without you," Bella whispered, her eyes welling with tears, "I can't live another day - survive another night-" her voice broke as she began to cry again. "If I must live without you," she took a breath, "I won't live at all."

She took a two steps forward into his chest and grabbed his hands - pressing her palms into his. Bella looked up into his scorched ember eyes and saw her future - god help anyone who tried to take him from her.

Edward looked down at the helpless girl clinging to his waist. "I have to protect her," he thought, "but god, she's so tempting." A quick smirk flashed across Edwards face - the thought of having Bella by his side forever was a pleasing thought; and one that he often found himself daydreaming about.

His train of thought was soon interrupted by Bella kissing the contour of his collarbones, slowly making her way around his neck. She worked slowly, carefully pecking and nipping when necessary. Edwards thoughts were blundered by the welcomed touch, and his breath began to quicken.

His righteous, moral thoughts were being muddled and replaced with lust and wanting. Edwards tried to focus on the words of Dr. Carlisle, "We do not drink human blood. We are not savages." He repeated the quote over and over again, praying for it to overcome his desire for her. Every inhale he took consumed his senses with her scent, leaving him desperate to taste it once more.

While Edward was busy fighting his instincts, Bella continued her journey by standing on her tippy toes, placing her hands on Edwards shoulders to support her, and kissing in the delicate spot behind his ear - occasionally breathing into it and making his heart skip a beat.

When Bella had finally made her way to the corner of his mouth, Edward let out a low grunt and grabbed Bellas face in her hands, "It would never work." his eyes twinkled with fear and apprehension. Bella swung her hands behind his neck and laced her fingers, "I want you Edward," she raised her lips to mere centimeters from his and breathed, "forever."

At that moment, she unlaced her thin fingers and swiftly revealed a small chrome switchblade from her jean pocket, produced the blade, and then made a small indentation into the center of her palm. Hot, sticky blood quickly welled at the scene and began to gush down her wrist. Bella dropped the knife on the floor out of pain.

Edward stood for a moment - stunned by what she had done. The salty taste of betrayal coated his tongue, but was slowly replaced by the unmistakable taste of Bella. His senses quickly welled with her sweet, floral aroma. Feelings of lust, desire, and wanting overpowered him. He closed his eyes, concentrating on Dr. Carlisle, "We do not drink human blood. We are not savages." He repeated it over and over again like a sacred oath, like a plea to god, but it wasn't enough. His tried to think of Alice, of Esme for crying out loud! What were they going to think of him! His chest heaved out of anger - out of fear. Jacob would surely know what he had done and the treaty would be broken!

Her irresistible scent welled in his lungs once more. His rational thoughts ceased and were hijacked by an all too familiar feeling: primal instinct. That was it, the final straw - the straw that broke the camels back.

Edward slowly drew nearer to her, possessed by his primal nature, and grabbed her left hand which was still smeared with blood. He raised her hand to his mouth and allowed himself to indulge in the delicacy of her blood. Her essence was unlike anything he had ever known before - fresh, and full of life. One taste would never be enough. Before he could think to stop, he bit once more into her left wrist and began to drink. His worldly worries were swiftly washed away by her intoxicating taste, giving him the greatest bout of euphoria he had ever known.

Bella flinched at the pain of the bite, but was quickly overtaken by pleasure. The feeling of Edward latched onto her skin was positively thrilling; small volts of energy sparked throughout her body, altering the chemistry of her DNA and rebalancing the chemicals her brain. The sudden transformation brought Bella to her knees, causing Edward to collapse with her.

On the floor, Bella began to lose feeling in most of her body. She became immobilized, and could only feel the sensation of Edward drinking from her wrist. "He is going to kill me," she thought, "this is it."

She began making a mental death note, first thanking her mother for always being there for her, and second her dad for constantly forgiving her when she didn't deserve it. Then, she began to think about Edward. His image was burned into her eyelids, a perfect freak of nature that she was willing to give her life for. She remembered his cold skin, the way it raised goosebumps when he touched her. God, the way he touched her was worth dying for itself.

While Bella accepted her death, Edward continued to drink freely, only occasionally pausing to moan or whimper. There was a small, overshadowed voice in Edwards mind pleading, "Don't do this Edward, think of everything this will change.." but he couldn't be bothered to care - he was drinking from the fountain of life.

After a few moments, Bella began to turn white, and lost her strength to sit up. She slowly withered into the ground and lost color - her already pale skin turning blue and her blush pink lips turning purple. Edward was sucking the life out of her. Bella choked, gasping for air, and captured the attention of Edward who, out of concern and against his instincts, released himself from her.

He took a deep breath in and raised his face to the ceiling. His porcelain white skin was smeared with Bellas rust colored blood - the sight was absolutely maddening.

"You taste so good," he groaned, "theres nothing like it-" he was quickly cut off by the sound of Bella groaning and curling up on the floor - her transformation was beginning. For a moment, Edward felt extreme guilt for inflicting what she was about to endure. His own transformation had been quite painful, and he didn't like to think about it.

Edward knelt down to her head and ran his fingers through her hair, "Shhhh...." he cooed, "you're going to be alright.." thats when Edward realized, she wasn't transforming - she was dying.

Edwards call to reality was gruesome. He sat by Bellas side, looking in horror at what he had done. By the looks of her, he had drank most all of the blood in her body. Her breathing had nearly come to a total stop. It would take a miracle for the venom to work with such little blood to travel through.

Bella laid there, unconscious and unmoving as Edward looked on in horror. "Bella?" he pleaded, "Bella? Please..." She did not stir.

It took all but two minutes for Edward to burst into tears. She had tricked him! He had indulged in the forbidden fruit, and he was paying the price. How could he have known he went too far? She had been fine just moments ago.

He threw his weight across her, and sobbed into the thin fabric of her jacket. The bitter taste of grief swallowed him whole, and he was unable to move for hours.

Sometime around 2am, Edward realized he had to take action. Charlie would be awake soon, and he would realize his daughter was dead on her bedroom floor. He flinched in remorse of what had just happened, and clenched his heart with grief. He pulled out his phone and called Alice Cullen, pleading, "Please, I don't know what to do.." Alice agreed to come, only on the condition that they would tell Dr. Carlisle what had happened right away. After a little convincing, Edward finally agreed.

It only took five minutes for Alice to arrive at the house and leap into the bedroom - not bad for a two mile run. When she arrived, she saw Edward huddled in the corner watching over her limp body; the sight was pitiful. "Oh Edward..." she said, "how could-" he interrupted her, "I couldn't stop," he growled through broken sobs, "I wasn't strong enough."

Thats when it happened: Bella opened her eyes. Edward, who was busy crying, did not notice the action, but Alice did. She screamed, "Oh my god! Bella!" and ran to her side, which caused Edward to shoot up with confusion muttering, "Bella?" in confused whispers.

Bella began to look around, noticing her vision was unnaturally good. She could see the dust on the ceiling, the fibers in the carpets, the threads of Edwards sweater. "Edward," she thought, "thank god he's here."

Edward, amazed at the miracle set before him, sat frozen in shock. Alice however started immediately tending to Bella, making sure she was okay. "Bella .. can you hear me?" she asked.

Bella could her her just fine, if not better than before she was knocked out. It was like her sense of hearing had doubled in sensitivity.

"Oh. My. God." Alice looked at Bella with amazement. In the few moments after opening her eyes, Bella had taken on a new form. Her features were smaller, pointer than before, and her complexion was somehow even paler than normal - she had transformed into a vampire.

"Whats wrong?" Bella asked in response to Alices surprise. Edward looked at Bella, and his jaw nearly hit the ground. "Oh my god.." he said. Thats when Bella decided to stand and look in her bathroom mirror. She centered herself in front of the reflective surface and turned on the light, "Oh my god!" she screamed.

After having a short side conversation, Edward and Alice rose and met Bella in the bathroom. Bella turned to Edward in the doorway and smiled, "It worked," she said happily, "we can be together now." He smiled at her in return, "God, I didn't think you could get any more gorgeous."

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[riddlexmattheo]

Imagine when you were Embry's girlfriend but had to break up since one of his pack mates Imprinted on you

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[loveandfictionforall]

Twilight scenario please!! I just got news last month my first book was accepted by a publisher! It was almost 2 yrs worth of work after my 9 yr old niece passed in am accident. If I could make a double request as the characters I'd love to see wouldn't celebrate together.

I'd love to see how the Volturi would respond to the news! I'm thinking the reader is Alec's soul mate bloodsinger person.

The 2nd part would be the Cullens response(I could see Alice doing a big party!) with the reader being with Emmett. 💖💖

If two is too much please feel free to pick whichever one you feel you can do better! Thank you!!

Ohh, congratulations! You did a very good job! And my condolences.

I will write the Cullen scenario as I feel more comfortable with it.

All these hours of work finally paid off. Just the last finishing touches and then you would wait for a bit and find your book on the shelves of bookstores! Well, with a fake name of course since it would be confusing hoe a person could write books over the span of hundret years. But this one. This one was your very first book. And many would hopefully follow.

You let your eyes wander towards the clock above the door, noticing that nearly a whole day passed. You frowned. Where was Emmett? He tended to pop in, distracting you with kisses and letting you read small paragraphs of your book to him.

With worry lines featuring your face you finally stood up and closed your laptop gently. Silently you walked towards the door and opened ot, standing still and holding your breath to listen. Nothing. No one was there.

Confused you began to walk down the stairs, reaching the doors of the living room which was closed? Okay, something isn't right, you thought yourself as you reached to the doorknob to open it.

As soon as you opened that door, confetti sprayed in your face and you could heat how Esme instantly called out Alice with "Not in her face, dearie." Confused you shook your head, dragging your hand across your face to make sure you lost all confetti parts.

"What the heck...?", you began to ask as you turned towards your family. Everyone stood there like when you had birthday or something like that. Above them hung a huge sign with "Congratulations!" Everywhere were flying balloons and a big cake shaped like a book stood at one side.

"Congratulations for publishing your first book!", Carlisle said as he strode towards you, hugging you tightly towards him. Soon all of the other followed, leaving Emmett as the only one left.

He came instantly to you, hugging you as he whispered: "You did such a great job, darling. I am so proud of you." He gave you small kisses on your neck. You could feel how your heart nearly burst as you felt the love of everyone. Tears of happiness ran down your cheeks as you hugfed tightly back.

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[writerpetals]

soft | ❤️

; optional female lead fluff |  ☁️

// drabbles based on the prompt "soft"

; but i love you

Soft is when her arms wrap around you just before falling asleep. She giggles a good night because it’s too late and everything is funny and carefree and perfect with you in her bed, between the comfort of warm blankets and kisses she leaves on the back of your neck to have goosebumps forming along your skin. 

“Go to sleep,” you whisper in a tired voice, a sleepy grin on your lips when she pulls you just a bit closer to her body. Her fingertips dance along the hem of your nightshirt, ghosting over the flesh just beneath your belly button. Her touches warm your skin even further, feeling so at ease, so perfect in her arms.

“Not until you kiss me,” she argues, just as sleepy but she’s a bit too stubborn and feels like she can’t waste a second when you’re together. It’s a fact she would lose sleep if it meant just one more kiss from you, one more glance into your eyes, or one more I love you giggled beneath the covers. 

“You’re impossible,” you groan as you roll over to face her, giving in because how could you not? She smiles in the dim lights of a busy city shining through the bedroom window. Your grin widens seeing her so happy, leaning closer to leave the remnants of your love against her lips, and leaving her content enough to fall asleep with her arms still wrapped around you. “But I love you.”

; gamer girl

Soft is the constant need to remind her to eat when she’s busy gaming. The tugging in your mind that won’t allow you to concentrate on your own tasks unless you bug her about remembering to take care of herself pops up without warning. 

“Get up and stretch!” You tell her with a chuckle as you make your way to the living room, spotting her criss-cross applesauce on the floor in the front of the widescreen TV, headset on as she mumbles something about stealing the enemy’s loot once she lands the final shot on her target. 

She tap, tap, taps away at the buttons on her controller and barely hears you approach her from behind. It’s not until you plop down behind her, wrapping arms around her waist to have her shrieking into the mic, scaring her teammates along with herself.

You groan in an don’t ignore my efforts to take care of you kind of way. “Have you eaten lunch? You’ve been playing for hours. Your eyes are going to start straining.” 

“Just one more round and I’ll―“ She grows quiet mid-sentence, eyes narrowing on the screen until she focuses in on her target. She inhales a heavy breath, holding it with a few more button mashes until she tosses her controller to the floor. “Yes!” she exclaims as another victory flashes across the screen, and you sit staring as she jumps up from her spot, arms raised, the widest smile on her face. 

Unfortunately she forgets her headset is not wireless, quickly being yanked down to the floor with the ear cuffs halfway off of her ears. You giggle and shake your head, watching as she finally settles down in front of you to rest on her knees and tugging the headset off so she can finally hear you. 

“Well, congrats. Do you think you can take a break and eat something now?”

She scrunches her face and shrugs. “I guess so… if you’re cooking.”

Your jaw drops far enough to cause her laughter to fill the living room, but of course you can’t turn her down. The tugging that tells you to remind her of breaks and food often has you cooking meals for her as well. Just another way you lovingly taking care of her. 

; here for you

Soft is the way she sticks by your side when you’re feeling down. It’s obvious to her when you’re just not yourself. You grow cold. You become distant.

She’s there to pick up the pieces. Without a word, she pulls you close to her as you linger in the kitchen, a gentle hand on your shoulder, arm wrapped around your body. You were only trying to humor her by allowing her to make a meal because you can’t remember the last time you’ve actually eaten, but your energy is drained and even though you don’t want to protest, you’re not in the mood for food, or watching her cook like you’re used to.

She rests the side of her head against yours as a few tears fall to your cheeks, realizing for now you only need comfort. She doesn’t ask questions. She knows she doesn’t need to. You’ll tell her what’s bothering you, what has you so, so down, when the time is right. 

For now, she keeps you company with thoughts of still making you eat at least something in the back of her mind. You feel the warmth of her presence and suddenly your heart doesn’t feel so heavy. Your chest doesn’t ache as much. A weight lifts from your shoulders as she allows you to get it all out, eyes burning and she squeezes you a bit tighter until you pull her into your embrace.

“I’m here for you,” she whispers in the softest, most delicate voice, as if she’s afraid to say much at all in case you’re not ready. She wants you to know she’s there for you, and you feel it in her voice, her worry over your emotions, and the way she holds you so tight and so close to her body.

When you pull away, she’s quick to wipe your tears with her thumb on each cheek. You chuckle a bit from embarrassment, stresses and worries piling up until you’re breaking down without warning, but you know she doesn’t mind. 

“Sorry,” is all you can mutter. All she can do is smile and shake her head.

“Don’t apologize,” she tells you, “I’m always here for you.”

; care for you

Soft is the way she spoon feeds you cold medicine when you’re feeling under the weather. You have a terribly runny nose and there’s tissues on the nightstand next to the bed she tosses carefully into a small garbage bin before she’s twisting the cap to the bottle. 

“Open up,” is all she says before you’re swallowing a spoonful of sickeningly nasty medicine, coughing a little and groaning when you remember how much your entire body aches. “I think you sweat your fever out.” She presses the back of her hand to your clammy forehead, realizing your skin is no longer burning hot like it was only a few hours before.

“I feel―” You pause long enough to think you’re going to cough up a lung, causing her to press her lips in a thin line at your condition. “―terrible.”

She chuckles at that, shaking her head. “I can imagine. How about a nice warm bath to ease your aches and pains?”

“Are you saying I smell?” You begin to pout, and laughter fills the air as her shoulders bounce. You admit, even though you’re terribly under the weather, the sight of her wide smile brightening the dark and dreary bedroom makes you feel at least a little better, but the sight of her so cheerful no matter the circumstance always has that effect on you. 

“No, I’m saying you’re sweaty from your fever and it will probably help to soak your muscles.” She begins tugging at the thick blankets on top of you as she speaks. “C’mon lazy!”

“I’m not lazy…” You continue coughing as you sling your feet over the side of the bed, feeling every ache and pain just like she said. “I’m sick.”

“I know, I know,” she giggles, wrapping an arm around your waist to guide you to the bathroom in the hall. “I promise, I’ll make you feel better with a hot bath, and then I’ll heat up some soup for you.” 

; sweater

Soft is the smell of her most comfortable sweater you steal from her closet. If you’re honest it smells just like her and has you inhaling the soft scent of laundry detergent mixed with everything else that reminds you of just her whenever you cuddle up on the sofa with a good book. Autumn scented candles burn on the coffee table in front of you as the pitter-patter of rain against the window lulls you into pure bliss, reading slowly to take in the latest romance novel you picked up a week ago until there’s a click of a lock at the front door.

She comes in with a grin, immediately spotting her beige sweater swallowing you whole, and you giggle because you both know how cozy it is so you really can’t be blamed for wearing it. 

“Shopping in my closet again?” she asks as she sinks into the spot next to you. Her head falls against your shoulder, eyes fluttering to a close after a busy day, and you never fail to realize having her there with you is so much better.

“Can’t help it I missed you and this is the next best thing.” Your teasing has her chuckling, shaking her head against your shoulder as you turn the corner of the page you’re on before setting your book aside. 

“I missed you, too,” she says with a grin before motioning you closer with a nod of her head. “Come here.”

It doesn’t take long for her to pull you into her embrace. She doesn’t hesitate to fall against the sofa, back pressing into the soft cushions while you nuzzle against her chest with a grin. Her arms wrap around you. Your fingertips brush her sides as they slip beneath her t-shirt. You both admit this is more comfortable than any sweater could ever be. 

; see you soon

Soft is the way she looks at you when she says goodbye. It makes your heart swell to twice the size even though there’s an ache in your chest knowing how lonely it is without her. 

“It’s only for a few months,” she reminds you, trying to feign a false confidence that the time apart won’t affect either of you too much. “Then I’ll be home.” 

“Just a few months,” you echo, being strong for her as you sport a weak smile before kissing her lips. She pulls you in, arms wrapped around one another, skin lingering against skin until she pulls away with a pout.

“I’ll make sure to get you a souvenir.” You giggle at her words, knowing she always thinks of you when she’s away, and you do the same. Though there are late night phone calls, early morning texts, and video chats when you can get time to include them in between busy schedules, it’s always hard saying goodbye to her. It’s hard being without her, not having her in your arms, not sleeping next to her or not having anything else you love doing with just her.

“I’ll miss you,” you tell her, and she immediately furrows her brow.

“Don’t say that.” She shakes her head with persistence. “It sounds so final. I don’t like it.”

“Then what should I say?” You grin and lean in to kiss her lips, and she lingers for a moment longer than she should just so she can burn the feel of your skin into her memory. 

“Just… say I’ll see you soon,” she replies with a sigh, shoulders heavy, eyes falling to the floor between the sight of your socks and her boots as you stand near the front door of your apartment. “And tell me you love me.”

Your smile widens though your chest weighs heavy from the way her words tremble as she speaks, voice lacking confidence before she’s biting down on her bottom lip. “I’ll see you soon,” you whisper, earning her eyes on your own a second before you lean in to brush your lips against her skin. “I love you.” 

; kisses

Soft is the way she kisses your lips, hesitant and trembling because it’s your first time being so close. You took a chance with her, so worried of the outcome and maybe a little careless, pulling your closest friend toward you and brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear a second before leaning toward her lips. When emotions have been building up and aching hearts have been dying for the release of spilling the true feelings you have for one another, it was the biggest leap you could take with her to receive the greatest reward.

Now she’s so close, heavy, hesitant breaths against your skin and lips quivering as they melt into your own. She doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t want to. The feeling of her so close, so breathless as she kisses you nearly makes your knees buckle, but you can only lean in closer. You grip her by the hips. You deepen the kiss. Her soft, quiet moans vibrate to tickle your skin and before you can stop yourself, you’re pulling away in a fit of giggles. 

“I’ve, uh…” You begin stammering. Looking nervous. Looking away, around the room, anywhere but where she is and for a moment, the overwhelming nerves take hold as heat washes over your face. When you hear her laugh, so soft and quiet and almost missed if it weren’t for every feeling being amplified in the moment, you wouldn’t have looked into her eyes to see the comfort that rests there.

“I know,” is all she says. She knows what you wanted to say, that you wanted to tell her how long you’ve been dying to feel her lips against your own. She knows how you feel, having kept your heart’s desire a secret up until now. She knows what you want, that you wish to kiss her again, and again, and again until your lips grow sore and you’re breathless once more.

She leans in, this time without hesitation. Her hand cups your neck so gently you feel like you could melt in her touch. She grins, but it’s shy and without confidence, yet her lips brush against yours for the second time, and you believe you truly will melt into her kisses. 

#blackpink scenarios #marvel scenarios #twilight scenarios #harry potter scenarios #jennie scenarios #twice scenarios #dreamcatcher scenarios #red velvet scenarios #itzy scenarios #mamamoo scenarios #aespa scenarios #jisoo scenarios #girl group scenarios #gidle scenarios #blackpink imagines #aespa imagines #red velvet imagines #dreamcatcher imagines #jennie imagines #jisoo imagines

[imaginebeyondyourdreams]

I Love You

*This is technically part 4, but it was also a request. Hope you enjoy!

It feels like it has been forever since you last saw Seth. You had been visiting your parents for the last two weeks, reluctantly. You had a rocky relationship with them but your grandma insisted that they had changed over the last few months that you had been living with her. They did seem to be happier together, not arguing the entire time you had been visiting them. They had been going to therapy together and had worked a lot on themselves and their relationship. You had actually enjoyed yourself but you still missed Forks and spending time with Seth. You hadn’t known him for very long, less than a year, and it took you awhile to accept what he was, but over the last few months he had become one of the best things about living in Forks. You got off the plane in Port Angeles, making your way to the conveyor belt to grab your luggage. You waited for your luggage and grabbed it, making your way to the front where your grandmother was waiting for you. You hadn’t told Seth when you were coming back, as you wanted to surprise him. He had texted you the entire time you were gone, about how he missed you and couldn’t wait for you to get back.

“Hey, sweetie!” your grandma called as she saw you, coming to give you a hug.

“Hey, grandma! I’m so glad to be back,” you hugged her back gently. You grabbed your luggage and followed her grandma to her car, putting your luggage into the back trunk. You got into the car before she spoke again.

“Have you told Seth you were coming back?” She asked as she pulled onto the highway, heading out of Port Angeles on the drive to Forks.

"Not yet," you replied, looking out the window as you spoke, "I wanted to surprise him."

"How is it going?"

"It's going good! He's been really sweet and caring," you smiled as you thought of him. He really had been caring and so sweet to you. It's like he was your boyfriend but he hadn't asked yet. You knew you were basically soulmates but you had yet to put a label on the relationship. You were too nervous to ask and he hadn't mentioned it yet so you just went along with the flow. 

"That's good. Have you made it official yet?" She was being nosy but she had good intentions so you just laughed gently.

"Not yet, I don't want to bother him with it and he hasn't said anything," you replied. "I guess I'm nervous he doesn't want to put a label on it. I mean, he seems to be happy with the way things are."

"Yeah, but is that what you want?" She asked, glancing over at you, "What you want is important, too."

"I know and I don't know what I want. I think I want a label but the thought kind of scares me, too," for reasons she couldn't say. You have come to accept him as he is, and you even come to love the idea that you two were meant to be together in some way or another, but the thought of being bound to someone, especially someone who could be dangerous, was scary to you. You knew he'd never hurt you on purpose, but the thought of what happened to Emily scared you. 

"Well, maybe you should talk it through with him. It may soothe those fears," she said, ending the conversation as she pulled into the driveway. You both got out and went to the back to grab your luggage, taking it inside the house to put it into your room. You went back into the living room, saying bye to your grandma before grabbing the keys and heading back to the car. You texted Emily about your plans so she could tell you where Seth was. She replied that he was at her house so you began driving, arriving there within 20 minutes. As you pulled into the drive, you saw Paul and Embry out in the yard messing around.

"_____! When did you get back?" Embry said, letting go of Paul and coming to give you a hug.

"Not too long ago," you replied, hugging him and then Paul, "I wanted to surprise Seth so I didn't say anything. Only Emily knew."

"He's going to be so happy to see you," Paul laughed, "He's been super money since you left." The thought that he missed you as much as you missed him warmed your heart and cheeks.

"Hey, guys, Emily said it's time for lun-" Seth came out, shirtless as always, stopping mid sentence when he saw you. He gasped slightly, moving quickly towards you, picking you up and spinning you around as he smiled, "You're back!" 

"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you," you laughed as your arms wrapped around his shoulders before he sat you down, just staring at you with that smile on his face.

"I'm so glad you're back! I've missed you so much," he never had trouble speaking his mind. He always said how he felt and never kept anything from you.

"I've missed you too," you replied, a blush covering your cheeks. He just smiled at you, wanting to look at you to make up for lost time.

"Alright, lovebirds," Paul spoke up, shaking his head, "Seth, let your girlfriend go and let's go eat."

"Oh, I'm not his girlf-"

"Just let me look at her for a while longer!" The two of you spoke at the same time, Seth freezing as he registered what you said, "Wait, what? You're not my what?"

"Uh, girlfriend," you said sheepishly. Paul and Embry stood there awkwardly as many emotions went across Seth's face, his hands falling from your waist. The two boys looked at Seth before making excuses and going inside.

"You don't think you're my girlfriend?" He spoke, his voice soft, a look of hurt in his eyes, "Then what do you think we are doing here?"

"I don't know," you said, rubbing your arms with your hands, closing in on yourself, "We've never talked about it."

"I just assumed… I thought you knew how I felt? Haven't I been forthcoming with you? I've always told you how I felt about you." His voice was rising slightly the more upset he got.

"You've never talked about labels before," you defended yourself, crossing your arms across your chest, "You've never asked."

"I didn't think I had to!" He was starting to shake slightly, kind of scaring you. "I mean, really, what do you think I meant when I told you I missed you or that I cared about you? I mean, I told you my secret. I told you everything and I told you that you were my soulmate. What more can you need?"

 "Clarification?" You stepped back as the boys came out of the house, Sam getting between the two of you, "I need you to say it, I guess? Maybe I wanted to hear it? Maybe I was second guessing myself?"

"You want to hear it?" He asked, pushing past Sam, "Fine. I love you, okay? I love you and I want to be with you. I want you to be mine and only mine. Is that what you want to hear?" You froze at his words, blushing at how forward he was being in front of everyone, "I want to call you my girlfriend. Hell, I want to call you my wife but I know it's too soon for that."

"O-okay," you said softly, your hand falling to your side, "I… I love you, too."

"You do?" He paused, a smile crossing his face, "Really?"

"Yeah," he walked forward, his hands cupping your face and pulling you in for your first kiss, kissing you gently on the lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands falling to your waist as he continued to kiss you. Pulling away, he just smiled down at you.

"So, you're my girlfriend, now?" He asked, hope in his eyes, "I can call you that, without you telling me you're not?" You laughed as you nodded, hugging him tightly. The rest of the boys went back inside, leaving the two of you alone again now that everything has calmed down. "So, you love me, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess I do."

#seth clearwater #seth #clearwater #seth imagines #seth clearwater imagines #twilight imagine #twilight #twilight scenarios #seth x reader #seth clearwater x reader #seth clearwater scenario #seth clearwater scenarios

[running-with-kn1ves]

Drunken Stupor

A/N: this is based off of that drunken yan gangster idea that I couldn't get out of my head. I might rewrite it or do it differently but this is 4 u my 1 gangster lovin' anon for now!

OG Yandere Gangster Drabble (nsft) w/ da Yan Gangster Ramble

TW: kidnapping, drunken yandere, noncon kissing (no nsft), threats, toxic behavior, 

Puzzles, accompanied by whatever news channel you could get through. Paint-by-number pictures, and shitty DVD’s from another time. Horribly thin sheets and an aching back--- you were completely, utterly, and seemingly irrevocably, isolated. The tight handcuffs around your feet only allowed you to hop around the house, barely making it to the front door before you tripped over the rug and nosedived into the cold, black floor. 

How long has it been? When was the last time you felt the spring wind on your face? You weren’t even allowed to open the windows, out of your captors fear of you screaming for help, even with him right next to you. He gave you countless things to keep yourself entertained, whether they be knitting grandma-like sweaters or taking up a different artistic hobby, anything that could keep you in one spot for long without the need to move or the option to hurt yourself. 

You were tempted to scream, to throw your half-finished puzzle at the wall and destroy the nice room set up for you that once belonged to the lone bachelor-- who, was much later than usual tonight. Your throat was too sore to keep up with the screaming however, and you pushed it to the back of your mind to try again tomorrow. If he came home all of a sudden and found you screaming at the ripe hour of 11 PM, he might do more than just threaten with one of his switchblades. 

You hated being around the bastard, feeling so terrified and weak like maybe today would finally be your last-- but at this point, you were going insane being by yourself for so long. Even a nice screaming match with him until your voice finally left you would more desirable than watching another 80s thriller that would haunt your dreams, alone. For someone who wasn’t home very often, he certainly had an extensive collection of old gangster movies, romcoms too even. But you couldn’t put Sixteen Candles on again without wanting to rip your eyes out-- not even one of his five million copies of The Godfather. Who needs that many copies of the same movie?

Your exhausted, beaten-down brain jolted at the sound of someone jerking at the door handle. The door practically thumped with the lock against the wall, dust raining as it was violently ripped back and forth. But then came the familiar jangle of an overloaded key ring, one you had heard most nights for what you can only assume has been the past month. 

Finally, your spiked anxiety crashed when you saw those familiar, much-too-shiny-for-a-gangster-to-be-wearing black leather shoes thump inside. You peaked your head out from your sitting position near the opened bedroom door, trying to get a glimpse without getting up and alerting him of your presence. It was inevitable for him to come to you, his kidnapee, but you tried to postpone the smothering for as long as possible. Maybe now was the time to chuck that puzzle. 

“You reallyyy gotta hold *hic* on mee…”

Mismatched footsteps trudged, stopping first to hit the corner of what you could only assume was the livingroom loveseat.

“Move outa ma way, couch! ..Even though you… treeat me *hic* badlyy..”

You heard the raking of fingernails on the couch cushions, the clink of a bottle rolling on the ground back and forth. You didn’t dare look back through the door crack. Maybe you should shut it? Lord knows what that would cause him to do, though. 

“You still gotts’a hold on me…” 

The sing-songy voice came closer, belonging to the madman you dreaded the return of. Within the crack of the door you saw a dark silhouette, the TV casting a face-shadowing glow that made you just an inch more terrified. 

“Hey, baby…” He hiccuped. 

“Well that’s new,” You started, looking away from him back to your puzzle. “When did I become your ‘baby’?” 

He moaned thoughtfully, thinking about your rhetorical question. “After you kidnapped me, I suppose?”

Maybe it was wrong to poke the beast, especially because he smelled like dirty whiskey and had three buttons too loose on his dress shirt, showing a deep scar betwixt his faint chest hair. A vulnerable image he’d never let you witness soberly. 

“Hrmmm….” He pushed his entire weight on the door, letting it creak open as he looked at you with a smile. 

“I dunno…maybe.” He laughed a little, giving a small snort like a schoolboy hearing his first nasty joke. 

You rolled your eyes. Damn, as if you weren’t on edge before, now you were going to have to deal with the equivalent of a murderous toddler who’s been threatening to hurt you ever since you were first brought here. Drunken fools were best left at the bar. 

But your icy demeanor didn’t sway his unsettingly good mood, the gangster opening the door all the way to flop onto your (unwillingly) shared bed. He dug his face into the sheets that smelled like you, looking at the back of your head that was pressed against the edge of the mattress.

“Was thinkin’ bout’cha…” He murmurs, tugging at a strand of your hair from behind. “Couldn’t stop talkin’ to the boys, ‘bout how pretty you are..” 

The short yanks at your hair to get your attention were becoming annoying, though you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of glaring face-to-face. 

“Told em’ how nice you look when yer sleepin’, when ya brush ya teeth, sayin’ that they’re not allowed to have ya....”

You hummed in response, trying to bend away to get closer to your puzzle. But you could sense the bubbling in your stomach, could feel that something was coming. Whether it’d be a bunch of slobbered kisses or your early demise, you couldn’t tell. 

“Oh really?” You asked, knowing he’d been adamant on not saying a word or letting make a peep about your existence in his gang-funded condo. 

“Yah, I did. Don’t believe me? Said i’d cut their fingers off, like boss does when some’n fucks up. I’d slam into em, make em watch while I...” 

He went quiet, and you thanked whatever made him. Whatever he said, you didn’t want to know; you’d already had enough of an unwilling look into his violent thoughts. 

“Well, doesn’t matter now, right... ‘cause now I gots’ya here. Mmph,” You hear him kick his shoes off, his face coming up to bury in your hair. “Smellin’ so good, lookin’ so nice fr’ me… wanting you so bad.” 

The sound of him inhaling you, his nose pressed to your neck as he shimmies his head deeper against you like a cat is uncomfortably warm. You feel two hands creep up, looking for your shoulders to push you back and make you more accessible. 

The gangster wasn’t normally so affectionate, so quiet and simple when he spoke. You were waiting for it to be replaced by his normal, angrily resentful behavior, the type that’d pull you by the hair to kiss you, that’d rant about the idiots he’d had to deal with for the day at you. But maybe, just maybe, you were in the clear for now?

“You’re acting weird,” You try to jerk away. “I’m not in the mood to entertain you, okay? Just, let me do my puzzle in peace. Go take a shower or something.”

He’s quick to respond, wrapping veiny arms around your shoulders and dangerously close to your neck. 

“Nuh huh, not unless yer comin’ with me, wanna show how much I loove you,” His head pops up closer to yours, the stressed crinkles under his eyes making him look older. “Cuz’ baby, you reallyy gotta hold on mee..” 

“Stop stop stop.” You couldn’t take the second-hand embarassment of listening him to try to sing again, horribly off key and far too confident in each drawn out word. “What do I have to do to stop you from singing again?”

“I can’t hold it in though. Love’s too strong for you, love.” His disheveled hair, once slicked back in an oily black, now strewn about across his forehead as it nearly covers his eyebrows. He presses his forehead towards you. “Lemme kiss. Told the boys you give the best kisses, lemme prove it..”

“Prove what-- they’re not even here!” You try to go under his arm-barricade, only to be stopped as he practically puts his full weight forward, dragging him with you each time you move. 

“Lovin’ you for so long, jusst a kiss, just one kith..” He reaches for your cheek with his lips, ignoring how you whip your head around in retaliation.

“No, no! You stink like a bar and ciggarettes, get off me.”

He grunts in frustration, biting down on his lower lip as his dark, full eyebrows furrow together. 

“Let me kiss or i’ll.. I’ll gut you like a fish, my lovely..” 

You stopped at that, looking out of the corner of your eye to his pink-tinted cheeks and strong neck that sweated at the sight of you. 

He puts a ringed knuckle to your cheek, huffing as his eyes go half-lidded. His suit was all wrinkled from rolling around on the bed, dirty with the day’s work and bar-stench as he forced you back against the end of the mattress. 

“C’mon, don’t make me say stuff like that just for a kiss…” He whined, scooting closer. “Maybe I’ll start singing again, y’knoww, if y’don’t come close.” 

“Please just… don’t hurt me.” You mumbled, trying to avoid that blank, dark look he often held that came crawling back a moment ago. You didn’t want that sober side right now; this was somehow easier to handle, even if it meant losing your dignity. 

“Don’t wanna, never will,” He hums, staring unbothered at your lips, as if he wasn’t holding you tight enough to suffocate. “S’just kiss me, need it bad..” 

You looked around, as if there was anyone else looking, trying to avoid the task that made you shiver inside. 

But you didn’t get a chance to reject the drunken gangster again, his wet lips coming against the side of your face. He poked the tip of his tongue out, flicking against your lip before going tongue-first into your surprised mouth. 

Anytime he had tried to kiss you, to do anything overtly intimate, the most he released was the silent huffs of a man too wrapped up in himself to let you hear anything of pleasure. But now, you witnessed the lewd shlops of his lips against yours, the neediness of the back of his throat, groaning to be deeper inside of you. 

One of his heavy hands cradled the back of your head, his stupor not caring (or rather, not noticing) how little you moved, how you seemed to be backing into his large palm that massaged your hair. 

“Loved’ya forever, so happy you were so stupid…” He mumbles between licks to the corner of your lip, diving back into the sticky warmth of you. “What kinda… mph, idiot, doesn’t..hugh, report to the police..?” 

With his arm once wrapped around you, the gangster takes your limp wrist to his collar, bringing it to hold his loose tie. He makes you drag him closer, guiding your slow and frowning lips in his one-sided makeout session. 

“Not’ma fault, making your life so much better now.. N’now, you’re mine.” He grins, a stupid little grin from the alcohol and delusion swarming his head as he consumes you, fingers coming to fiddle with your cotton T-shirt as he draws lines down your chest. “My sweet sunshine, all mine, forever n’ ever.” 

#can you spot the twilight reference in like the second sentence #idk man I love plagiarism Ig #also I hardly proofread this bc I'm lazy as hell #and its late and I havent taken my melatonin yet teehee #kn1ves rants #knives rants #writing #x reader #male yandere #yandere x reader #self insert #yandere #reader insert #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere oc x reader #yandere writing #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yanderecore #yandere boyfriend #tw yandere #yandere aesthetic #gangster x reader #yandere gangster #yan gangster #yandere gangster x reader

[zapreportsblog]

Can you do a Paul Lahote X reader

Where it’s based off in New Moon

Bella and their sibling Reader go visit the pack after Bella found out about shifters (Thanks ti Paul shifting from anger).

And since Bella already told her sibling about the Cullens being Vampires, obviously she would tell them about Jacob and the rez being shifters.

And it fast forwards to Bella and Reader to officially meet the pack. When the two meets the pack Reader makes eye contact with Paul Lahote which causes Paul to imprint.

P.s. im pretty sure the pack can tell when someone imprints.

❝imprint❞

✭ pairing : paul lahote x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is the sister of Bella swan, when Jacob begins ignoring Bella, Bella takes it upon herself to find out and like always when trouble arrises where one swan goes the other swan isn’t to far behind

✭ authors note : firstly the girls picture I used looked so similar to Bella to me that I just had to use that specific one

✭ twilight masterlist

Bella Swan had reached her breaking point. For weeks now, Jacob Black had been ignoring her, leaving her with a heartache that seemed to grow with each passing day. Desperate for answers, Bella decided it was time to confront him, even if it meant dragging her sister (Y/N) along with her.

The two sisters made their way to the Quileute reservation, where Jacob and his pack resided. As they arrived, Bella couldn't help but notice Paul Lahote and a few other boys standing outside. Determined, she approached them, her eyes scanning the group in search of Jacob.

"Hey," Bella called out, her voice laced with frustration. "Where's Jacob?"

Paul smirked, his eyes narrowing. "Why do you care? He's clearly moved on."

Bella's heart sank at Paul's words, but she refused to back down. "I deserve an explanation. We were friends, and he's been avoiding me for no reason."

The other boys exchanged glances, refusing to meet Bella's gaze. It was clear they were hiding something, but they weren't willing to share the truth.

(Y/N) had been waiting patiently in the car, but a sudden unease washed over her. Trusting her instincts, she stepped out and made her way towards Bella, unaware of the events that were about to unfold.

Paul's rude comment about Jacob pushed Bella over the edge. Without thinking, she slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the quiet reservation.

Paul's body trembled, his expression contorting in pain. In an instant, he transformed into a massive wolf, his fur bristling with anger. Panic surged through Bella's veins, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the creature before her.

(Y/N) sprinted towards them, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't let her sister face this danger alone. Just as she reached them, Jacob burst onto the scene, his own transformation complete.

"Bella, move!" Jacob's voice was urgent, filled with concern for her safety. He lunged at Paul, a fierce growl erupting from his throat.

(Y/N) found herself locking eyes with Paul, their gaze holding for a brief moment. And in that instant, everything changed. Paul's anger evaporated, replaced by a look of wonder and awe.

He imprinted on her.

Paul saw their future together, a life filled with love and happiness. He saw them dating, getting married, and even raising a child together. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his newfound emotions, Paul turned and disappeared into the depths of the surrounding woods, still in his wolf form.

As the dust settled, Jacob's eyes softened, his focus shifting from Paul to Bella. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched into his voice.

Bella nodded, speechless, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and relief. But it was (Y/N) who held the weight of the revelation, her mind swirling with the implications of what had just occurred.

Jacob, his eyes filled with remorse and determination, took a deep breath before speaking. "I owe you an explanation, Bella. And (Y/N), I'm sorry you got dragged into this mess. But if you're willing to listen, there's a gathering tonight at the beach, we’re having barn fire. You'll hear the truth there."

Bella glanced at her sister, who nodded in agreement, her curiosity piqued. They both knew that this was their chance to finally uncover the secrets that had been shrouding Jacob and his pack.

As evening fell, Bella and (Y/N) made their way to the barn, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The sound of crackling fire and laughter filled the air, as the Quileute tribe and the pack celebrated their ancestral traditions.

Jacob approached them, his eyes sincere. "Thank you for coming. I promise, I'll explain everything."

The sisters found a spot near the fire, surrounded by the members of the pack and the Quileute tribe. Jacob stood at the center, his voice carrying through the crowd as he recounted the legends of their people.

He spoke of the Quileute tribe's ancient connection to the wolf spirit, and how some members of the tribe possessed the ability to transform into powerful, enormous wolves. He revealed the long-standing feud between his pack and the Cullens, the "cold ones" as they were known, who were vampires.

As Jacob spoke, Bella and (Y/N) listened intently, their eyes widening with each revelation. They were captivated by the tales of their battles against the Cullens, how they protected their land and loved ones from the vampire threat.

Paul, who had been nearby, approached (Y/N) cautiously after Jacob finished his story. "Can we talk?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. But something in Paul's eyes told her that he genuinely wanted to connect with her, to explain the strange imprinting bond that had formed between them.

She nodded, and the two of them stepped away from the gathering, finding a quiet spot where they could talk undisturbed.

Paul took a deep breath, his eyes searching (Y/N)'s face. "I never expected this to happen," he began. "Imprinting is a powerful force, one that we can't control. It's like an instant, unbreakable bond that forms between two people."

(Y/N) listened, her heart pounding with a mix of confusion and curiosity. She had heard of imprinting before, but experiencing it firsthand was an entirely different matter.

Paul continued, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. "When I looked into your eyes, I saw our future together. I saw us dating, getting married, and even having a child. It scared me at first, but now, I can't deny the pull I feel towards you."

(Y/N)'s mind raced, trying to process the enormity of what Paul was saying. She had only just met him, and yet, this supernatural bond had formed between them. She couldn't deny the connection she felt, the strange familiarity that seemed to draw her towards him.

"I don't know what this means for us," Paul admitted, his expression earnest. "But I want to figure it out, if you're willing."

(Y/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts, her gaze meeting Paul's. "I don't understand it fully either," she confessed. "But I'm willing to explore this connection, to see where it leads."

A smile tugged at the corners of Paul's lips, relief washing over his features. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

As they rejoined the gathering, Bella and (Y/N) felt a sense of newfound understanding and acceptance. The truth had been revealed, and their lives would never be the same again. They were embarking on a journey into a world of supernatural beings, where love, loyalty, and destiny intertwined in ways they could never have imagined.

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[ingravinoveritas]

Michael straight up writing erotic gay fan fiction about Lucian and Aro in a 2012 interview and I am losing my mind...

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #i'm screaming #aro #twilight #lucian #underworld #there is no heterosexual explanation for this #at this point i hope anyone who still thinks Michael is straight #can just disabuse themselves of that notion #because dear god #and if he's imagined this with Aro and Lucian he has probably imagined endless smutty scenarios with Aziraphale and Crowley #i think Michael has been telling us exactly who he is for a long time now #bless his bisexual Welsh chaos #i need to lie down now

[keepthetension]

still stuck on porjai, visibly pregnant, flirting with night

who fucking goes for it

i only know the asian culture i grew up in, obviously, and not thai culture. but the social stigma of being unmarried and pregnant? and having the nerve to still be flirting?? that's not the Good Girl thing to do, and i remember the way the Not Good Girls were treated and talked about where i grew up

so porjai actively trying to get dates? night finding out she's pregnant with her ex's kid and just. being fine with that? big deal to me

#last twilight the series #am i stating the obvious? maybe i'm just stating the obvious #because if you 'fucked up and got yourself pregnant' then you'd better hang your head in shame #flirting? with a nice boy? when you're in *that* condition? shame on you he deserves better #can't say i've ever given much thought to this type of scenario popping up in my gay little shows but #shocked to see it happen #i know moonlight chicken had a pregnancy storyline but those two were already together. and planned to get married #this is a different thing #and it genuinely makes me emotional #wow i sound VERY bitter huh #oops

[linksboyf]

so i know literally everyone thinks this but WHY CAN'T BELLA AND EDWARD JUST BE SILLY!! why cant they jusy laugh and have FUN!!!

i have a few scenarios i would LOVE to be true:

-Edwards talking to Bella outside her window on a tree branch, and it breaks and he falls

-Bella sings stupid songs that gets stuck in Edward's head (mayhaps that one song thag goes 'chicken wing chicken wing hotdog and bologna chicken and macaroni chillin' with my homies')

i know thats not how bella is at all but come on that would be so funny...

-Bella hides behind things and scares Edward since he can't read her mind

-just normal teenage things UGH

#bella swan #edward cullen #twilight #why cant edward and bella just have fun #silly scenarios