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therealvinelle · 2 years

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Hello! I know you said you don’t care about Freaky Fred at all, but please consider this question. S Meyer said that he’s gonna appear in the next 2 or 3 books, and I suddenly thought - what if Renesmee and Fred fall in love with each other (I know, there’s Jake, but still)? Like Meyer wouldn’t let him be alive without a reason, and this reason should be good. I feel like he fits her more than Jake or Nahuel, and his gift could protect her too. What do you think about this possibility? Thanks!

How about none of these people, Renesmée is three months old where canon leaves us and was born in 2006, unless Meyer's setting the next book in the mid-to-late 2020's (which she has said she won't, to my recollection the plan is for the planned sequel to take place just a few years after Breaking Dawn. That's not two decades.) then Renesmée will be too young for me to feel particularly enthused about her entering a romantic relationship.

Yes, Renesmée has a different growth and maturation rate than human children, many in the animal kingdom are ready to start popping out babies after a year. However, I'm going to let my human sensibilities take heavyweight duty here. Renesmée would, as a sexually active woman in a relationship, be navigating the emotional and psychological complexities that come with a relationship between two people. Cats and dogs don't need to worry with that, for all that my cat got into a weird love triangle this one time.

A relationship between two people requires a certain iota of mental maturity, not just physical maturity.

And, quite frankly, given the weird, sped-up, secluded childhood Renesmée is looking at where she has no peers, no access to secondary socialization, and an adult man actively grooming her, I'm not sure Renesmée's going to be in a mental place where it's advicable she gets into a relationship anytime soon. She could, and this is where fic authors have to write her in such a way that I can believe it, but my point is that growing up will be easier said than done for her.

I'll admit I'm colored by the fact that my need to ship her with anybody is approximately zero.

So, with all that in my mind, what about Fred/Renesmée?

The first thing that comes to mind is that I don't see how they hit it off in the first place. Fred would be some random vampire they encounter who makes them all feel like he smells bad. I imagine he'd be curious about the yellow-eyes Riley talked so much about, and saddened to hear about Bree, but beyond that he really has no reason to stick around.

Even if he decides to hang out for a bit, he eats people blood, so unless he switches diets (something very few vampires do) he's not going to hang around for long.

Now to Renesmée, she has her family, she loves her family and in particular her mother. For her and Fred to become a thing, Renesmée will have to be attracted to this guy in the first place, which based on every description of the guy and his gift is... oh I've got it.

Scenario

Renesmée is still living with her family but growing increasingly resentful of certain persons. In particular, Edward stifles her, Jacob wants her to be his wife, and then Bella, whom she loves, doesn't truly see her as a person.

Along comes some guy named Fred, who says he was part of Victoria's dread newborn army. He ran away before the battle took place, and turns out he has a gift! It's the gift of, uh, making people feel absolutely sickened by you. He's the vampire equivalent of a skunk.

Gross, right?

Edward is immediately dismissive of him, while Jacob glares at his red eyes. This guy is a killer and not even a friend of Carlisle's, the only thing he's got going for him is Bree's dying plea to Edward that he be kind to Fred should they ever meet.

But Bree was a martyred young girl.

Fred is just gross.

Edward is nice to the guy, but with a heavy overtone of condescension.

Bella thinks he's alright, she'd kind of forgotten about Bree to be honest. Anywho, back to reading Wuthering Heights.

The rest are just as ambivalent - Rosalie makes it clear she hopes the guy finds the exit door out of her life at the earliest possible convenience, Esme starts to cry when he uses his gift because it makes her feel like the house isn't clean enough, Jasper struggles to let his guard down around the guy.

Renesmée, at first, is dismissive of Fred as well. Oh, he's nice enough, but she has no reason to care one way or the other.

Then she notices the way her family regards him.

This is not a man they approve of.

This, in fact, might be the last man in the world they'd approve of.

He's not Jacob, not even Nahuel, he's not even one of Carlisle's friends. He's the least kosher vampire in the world, without being dangerous, like giving Demetri a booty call would be.

At first she's just very friendly to the man, enjoying the way it makes Jacob glare. Heh, five points to Renesmée.

But Edward and Bella haven't noticed yet.

So she invites Fred on a solo hunt.

That gets a rise out of Jacob, but she argues that she just wants to hang out. He very begrudgingly agrees to stay at home while she takes off.

Edward has a bit of a frowny face at that, but nothing more. Bella just says "Have fun, Nessie!"

Screw it all. Halfway through the hunt, Renesmée makes Fred stop running. Summoning the essence of every flirtatious smile she has ever seen her mother direct at Edward, Renesmée walks right into Fred's personal space.

Suddenly uncomfortable and feeling very put on the spot, he instinctually starts oozing "you want to throw up" at her.

Renesmée has a teen rebellion to enact. She powers through the disgust. "I like you, Fred," she says, words slightly forced because she really does want to vomit.

Fred makes a squeak at the back of his throat.

Summoning every inch of courage and willpower that she has, Renesmée forces herself to ignore the violent urge to projectile vomit, and gives him the world's fastest, lightest, peck on the lips.

She then jumps ten feet back, and gives him a thumbs up. "Yup, I definitely fancy you," she lies.

Fred has no idea what just happened.

Jacob and Edward, who followed them because they did not trust this guy, later kill Fred.

Bella never notices her daughter.

Happy, anon?

#renesmée cullen #fred #bella swan #edward cullen #jacob black #fred/renesmée #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #long post

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edwardsmate4ever · 3 years

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I'm having pain in my knuckles so I can't write. I realized I had only read the Bree Tanner novella once and I really didn't remember much. At the time I didn't care about Victoria's vampires, only the Cullens. So I downloaded a copy and read it through older eyes, and thought I'd share my observations.

**it was interesting to see life through the eyes of a newborn. such a different way of experiencing the vampire world than what we're given in the original series books. I love the additions to canon that we only get here (like what it sounds like when two vampires kiss, for example)

**it was cute how Bree and Diego were bonding over debunking vampire myths. I love them as BFFs and really wish SMeyer would have left it at that, but no, there had to be "something more" between them. A tragic almost love story.

** I like how we see the different perspectives Bree and Diego had on Riley.

** Freaky Fred's power is the shit, okay? But also so isolating and sad (though it certainly worked out for him in this situation). Anyway, his character is so interesting and has so much potential. I'd read a book about him (or a fic... anybody writing Freaky Fred fics?)

**Victoria is described as a whiny, tantruming child

Some spoilers below the cut:

**I loved how Victoria and Jane sort of connected over Alice's irritatingly difficult to get around gift

**Poor trusting Diego. I knew he was dead the minute he wanted to go through with his plan on his own.

**Raoul seems vaguely racist to me. SMeyer's descriptions of him read basically as gang ringleader, with all the Latin Kings stereotypes.

**Damn, Riley and Victoria really killed Diego so brutally.

**I love how Bree feels Jasper's frustration and anger, but has no idea why she feels those things.

**Bree knew she was dead, so she made sure Edward knew all the tea. Love that for her.

What a tragedy this was. I actually grew to like Bree. I want more Freaky Fred though. Wish I could think of a way to use him in one of my fics.

#twilight #the short second life of bree tanner #bree tanner #diego twilight #riley biers #victoria twilight #freaky fred

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gryffindordaughterofathena · 3 years

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Positivity drive! Name a few MCs apart from your own whom you love and relate to and why.

This is such a nice way of spreading positivity, I love you for sending in this ask anon ❤❤❤

Genevieve McClure : Listen, Gen's my baby as much as she's @genevievemd Sara's and I have sworn to protect G with my last breath. I love how she's so full of love despite all the difficulties in her life and as someone who gives her everything to people I love, I relate wildly with G in this aspect. Gen also feels so real to me with her little quirks and beautiful backstory that Sara has woven makes her even more perfect.

Meera Bose : @headoverheelsforramsey Sruti's MC Meera is so unapologetically herself that you can't help but love her. As someone who is immensely proud to be a Bengali and keeps talking about her heritage to whoever would listen, Meera is like a touch of home in tumblr to me. I love how she's the very definition of Beauty with Brains and honestly the way M has made her place in my heart in just a few months is testament to what a wonderful character she is.

Lilac Allende : @jamespotterthefirst Bree's Lilac was the first MC that I was introduced to, she's beautiful, badass, with a rich heritage and is also someone who can fight for herself without needing a man to stand up for her, also fellow Potterhead, that pretty much sealed the deal for me. Also I love her relationship with her family (a thing about which I have badgered Bree so many times) which I value a lot.

Chiara Ray : @terrm9 Terr's MC is another favorite because of how peaceful she makes me feel. She's beautiful, kind, has an amazing humour and is the kind of person I aspire to be. I love how Terr shows the way her father and brother's loss has shaped C as a person and I love her relationship with Diana (her mom not my MC 😂), Alicia and Bryce. She's one of those people who is impossible to forget and that makes me love her even more.

Pooja Sharma : @monsoonblooms12 Manamee's Pooja is another of my favorite MCs. She's spontaneous, loves her siblings and an overall queen just like M💛. And our shared roots make me love her even more.

Inara Hepburn and Adalia Grace : Two of @satrangee-ray 's MCs and both Queens. I have only read one fic about Lia x Aurora and that made me fall in love with them also this a teensy tiny plea for you to write more about my favorite gals👉👈🥺 and next comes Inara, I love them and their roots in Kolkata and love for Tagore, two things that make up about 80% of me, so you can imagine how I felt about Inara when I read their meet my MC post.

Anna Michaels and Anna Valentine : @adiehardfan Pep's two MCs from Laws and Oph respectively. They are both amazing badass women who take their respective careers by storm and I love them both so much.

Anj Valentine : @lawyerlies Ayz's Anj is to put briefly a badass woman who still upholds her heritage even after all her growth as a doctor and a person. She's beautiful and amazing just like Ayz is.

Denise Hogan : I'll still talk about Denise even though @justanotherrookie no longer posts on tumblr. Denise was the person who inspired me to use myself as Di's face claim and I'll forever be grateful to her for that.

@starrystarrytrouble Ruby's Eve, @anntoldst0ries Noelle, @perriewinklenerdie Claire, @stygianflood Hiya's Aparna, @schnitzelbutterfingers Ansu's Abigail, @potionsprefect Alice's Victoria, @bex-la-get Nat, @liaromancewriter Mal's Cassie @danijimenezv Jill are MC's I have read about and since everyone puts a little bit of themselves into their MC's each of them inspire me to tell my stories just like they tell theirs and so I tried to mention everyone in this post. If I've missed someone I am really sorry about that😔

Thank you once again anon for sending in this ask.

#ask #anonymous #positivity drive

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hystericalweenie · 4 years

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Just Another Day at the Office Series - The Sexperiment

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part One: Ratatouille

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Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n is doing better than ever; she’s finally in a relationship with the man she’s been constantly thinking about, she has some great friends, and she’s thriving at her dream job. Except, there’s one problem: being in a relationship with one of your coworkers can get really steamy, and can cause a lot of sexual frustration. Her new pitch idea may solve exactly that problem, but will George be okay with it?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! **“The Sexperiment” is inspired by an actual Cosmopolitan article (here’s the link!)

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s NSFW content..aka smut. You have been warned.

I was officially in a relationship with George, and man, was it fucking amazing. I’d told Bree as soon as I got home–along with telling her that we’d finally done it–and she insisted that we share a bottle of champagne to celebrate. We ended up getting drunk off of the cheap bubbly alcohol and fell asleep, waking up hungover on a Sunday morning sprawled out on our living room sofa whilst our television asked us if we were still watching Queer Eye.

The entire week was followed by George coming up to my desk and taking Dean and I out for lunch. I was grateful that out of everyone in the office, my favorite brunette editor happened to be his previous choice of friendship. Our afternoons were filled with club sandwiches and laughs, which made me look forward to going to work every morning. And our weekends began consisting of going on dates, which almost always ended up with us spending the night at one another’s flats. We’d spent moments of laughter, where I felt like I’d been getting to know him much more as I studied his musical laugh and memorized the happy crinkles by his eyes.

However, we hadn’t had sex since the night he’d asked me to be his, the night we’d had sex together for the first time. I wasn’t particularly bothered by this, but it made me wonder if it was something he’d been avoiding.

I sat on my sofa on a Sunday night after spending the day with George, my legs sprawled on the cushions as my back rested against armrest, laptop in my lap. I’d been procrastinating brainstorming ideas for my pitch, guiltily looking at lingerie while my subconscious pondered why George still hadn’t instigated having sex. The beautifully stitched thin, lace fabric sparked an idea in my head and I found myself clicking back onto my document, typing away immediately.

“Y/n? You got anything for me?” Connie’s eyes glared into mine, intimidating emerald orbs making me want to shrink into the corner of the room and shield myself from her.

You got this, I thought to myself. Gulping with a confident nod, I began talking.

“I’ve been seeing women online complain about their sex lives declining in their relationships, especially after building families,” I started, using my hands to help gesture my way through my pitch. “Women are finding it difficult for themselves and their spouses to become aroused, especially when couples become so comfortable with each other. I, uhm,” I stuttered, “have been experiencing a sort of dry spell, if you will, in my own relationship, so I was thinking of conducting an experiment, where I test how I–and other women–can bring the arousal back in their relationships.”

I couldn’t ignore Dean’s eyes on me, and I cursed myself that he had to be part of this meeting.

“I was thinking my experiment could be whether lingerie could possibly effect women’s sex lives, and if it does, then lingerie could be a cure to suffering sex lives,” I finally finished, nervously bringing my lip between my teeth as I awaited my boss’ feedback.

She nodded slowly, her eyebrows raised.

“I’m surprised, to say the least, Y/n,” she began, making a lump in my throat appear. “But, I like it. A lot of women can relate to that, in fact, a lot of the women in this room can probably relate to it.”

She looked around at all of the women in the room, all returning scared-shitless expressions.

“I’ll be looking forward to reading it,” she concluded. There was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes, yet her face remained its serious composure.

I released a breath I hadn't realized I’d been holding, and as soon as the meeting ended, Dean rushed to my side.

“So, Georgie ain’t givin’ it to ya?” he chided with a smirk of amusement.

I rolled my eyes, my cheeks reddening more than I’d liked them to.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you tell him about this,” I warned him as we made our way to our desks.

“You know he’s going to read it after you post it though, right?” he interrogated, taking a seat in his chair as he looked at me from the side of his computer.

Fuck. I hadn’t thought about that.

“I’ll deal with that when the time comes,” I assured him, chewing on my lip nervously as I pondered George’s reaction. “Just don’t tell him, at least until it’s done and published. Please,” I pleaded.

He rolled his eyes, a slight amusing smile playing on his lips.

“Fine,” he gave in. “But, you realize this makes me a bad friend, right?”

“This makes you a good friend to me,” I winked at him. “Besides, this is for work.”

“Mhm,” he hummed sarcastically, slapping his headphones onto his head and bringing his attention onto the screen in front of him.

I made a trip to Victoria’s Secret after work, buying a simple–yet overpriced–black satin and lacy babydoll. I didn’t want to go all out just yet, and I figured it’d be simple, yet sexy enough to get my point across. I sent a text to George as I arrived to my apartment, slipping the thin fabric onto my body.

8:09 pm, Me: Hey, are you home?

8:11 pm, George: Yep, just got back from the rehabilitation center. What’s up?

I chewed my lip, wondering what I should say.

8:12 pm, Me: Is now a good time? I need something.

8:13 pm, George: Yeah, are you okay?

8:14 pm, Me: Yes G I’m fine. Do you think I can come over?

8:14 pm, Me: I have a surprise for you

8:15 pm, George: A good surprise?

I smirked.

8:16 pm, Me: A very good surprise.

8:17 pm, George: I give in. Come over.

Just wearing the lingerie, I wrapped a big coat around my body, reaching longer than the thin fabric. I practically looked naked underneath the coat, but I buttoned it up regardless and grabbed my purse and keys. The cold air igniting my skin, leaving me covered in goosebumps as I headed to my car, I began slightly regretting my plan, blasting the heat as soon as the vehicle roared to life. I made my way to his flat eagerly, driving faster than normal in attempt to arrive as quickly as I could. Once I parked, I didn’t bother waiting for him to meet me outside; I scurried into his complex, thankfully remembering the number on his door as I anxiously knocked.

Butterflies took over my stomach as I suddenly felt sick, awaiting the unknown from the other side of the wood. The door slowly opened, revealing a confused George. His waves were in perfect condition, a muted purple button up clinging to his torso, the sleeves rolled up. The scent of pasta sauce and cooked vegetables greeted me, almost making me forget what I’d gone there for.

“I made a ratatouille,” he informed me, gesturing to the kitchen.

I slowly unbuttoned my coat, revealing the satin and lace against my skin. His eyes immediately trailed down my body, his lips parting to form an ‘o’. Time turned into slow motion as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me. My back rested back against the door, his hand next to my head from shutting it so quickly. He took my coat and tossed it across the room, attacking my lips at once. His lips were rough against mine, as if he’d had built-up tension that had finally gotten the chance to release.

I moved my leg to rest against his side, grabbing his collar and pulling him closer to me, his tent in his pants making contact with my core. My lips parted at the closeness of his bulge to my heat, giving his tongue access to explore my mouth. His other hand went to my leg, gently dragging his fingertips against my exposed thigh, trailing where I needed him most. His fingers reached the scrunched up fabric of the babydoll, removing his lips from mine to look down.

“No panties?” he taunted, bringing his eyes back up to see my reaction.

I looked at him innocently, shaking my head to answer his question, my lips parted in awe as I watched him.

“Tsk,” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he looked back down at my exposed heat, shifting my leg to reveal more of myself to him.

He slowly lowered himself, getting down on his knees in front of me. His hands went to my thighs, separating them and spreading them as far as they could go whilst I stood, before trailing up and pushing the fabric up to my stomach. My heat was entirely exposed, as he trailed soft kisses up my thighs, pressing a kiss to my mound and returning his eyes up to meet mine.

“My dirty girl,” he muttered, shaking his head once again, a smirk of amusement playing on his lips.

He looked back down at my heat, licking his lips, before flattening his tongue against me. I sighed, head hitting the door whilst my hips bucked. He grabbed my hands, moving them to hold the fabric of the satin lingerie for him, moving his hands to hold my hips down instead. His tongue began slow figure eights through my folds, making me squirm against his grip on my hips. With one hand keeping the fabric out of his way, my other hand went to grip his locks. He responded to my tugging fingers with a low moan, sending vibrations through me, causing my legs to shake.

However, I didn’t want to cum without him. I wanted my first orgasm of tonight to be with him inside of me. My hand went lower to grab him by his collar, bringing him to meet my lips. I could taste myself on him, and I knew he secretly liked the thought of that, that I was tasting my own juices on his tongue. He moved my legs to his hips, gesturing for me to wrap my legs around him. I obliged, jumping up and attaching my lips quickly back to his as he carried me. I parted my lips, half-lidded lustful eyes meeting his own.

“Why don’t we fuck on the couch?” I asked, my eyes moving to look at his living room sofa.

He turned his head to look at it as well, a low raspy chuckle exiting his throat.

“I like the way you think, love.”

Our lips found each other’s again, as he changed his direction towards the sofa. He gently laid me down on the cushions, quickly unbuttoning his shirt whilst I sat up, my hands moving to his belt. His toned torso met my eyes once he peeled it off, his hands helping my own undo his pants. His feet assisted in kicking his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers, the large tent on his crotch taunting me. I reached to the bottom of the babydoll, peeling it off of me, tossing it across the room whilst I sat completely exposed.

He looked down at underwear, his hands going to his hips confidently, glancing back at me. “You want to the honors, angel?”

I nodded, my fingers looping around the band of his underwear teasingly before pulling it down, his erection instantly slapping against his stomach. He kicked the fabric off, slowly spreading my legs.

“You ready angel?” he asked once more, his eyes meeting mine, searching for permission.

I nodded, gulping as I looked down at the angry head of his dick, already leaking with precum. He brought one hand to caress my cheek, thumb stroking my cheekbone whilst his other hand aligned himself at my entrance. Swirling his tip up and down my folds, coating himself in my juices, he began slowly pushing into me. He moved his hand to support himself against the couch, the other still caressing my face. Sliding the remainder of his length into me, he moved closer down to me, resting his forehead against my own before he slowly pulled himself almost entirely out of me, gently sliding back in again. My hands went to his bare back, nails running down his shoulder blades.

He kept a slow, steady rhythm, our hips gently meeting each other’s, the only sounds being our unsteady breaths, his length slowly pummeling through my juices, and the quiet chorus of curses he muttered when reentering me. The pleasure began building, and every thrust began contributing to the building of knots in my stomach. My hips began bucking against him, encouraging him to pick up his pace. His thrusts became increasingly faster, and he moved both of his hands to rest against the back of the couch to support himself. He moved his forehead away from my own, moving away from me as his hips moved more quickly against my own. My eyes met his, his half-lidded blissful eyes staring back at me, a few stray locks stuck to his forehead, his locks now disheveled.

I bit my lip before grabbing one of his wrists, bringing it to my throat. His jaw went slack at this action, gently grasping at my throat and driving into me harder.

“My dirty girl likes to be choked, huh?” he taunted, his accent making the words sound even sexier, his skin slapping against my own while he fucked me faster and faster.

He moved one of my legs over his shoulder, before drilling into me deeper than he’d ever been. I couldn’t help the loud moan I released, my eyes scrunching closed at the feeling of his cock hitting the spot that made my legs twitch.

“Cum for me, angel,” he praised.

“George!” I screamed, my legs shaking as I clenched around him, ecstasy taking over my body while he thrusted against me before stilling, spurting inside of me whilst I rode out my high.

His body plopped against me on the couch, his chest heaving up and down. My legs were still shaking, the intensity of the orgasm still lingering. He looked down, resting a hand on my leg in attempt to calm it. He chuckled, looking at me.

“You alright, love?”

I nodded, my lips parted, my breathing pattern slowly returning back to normal.

“That was fucking amazing,” I breathily exclaimed, earning another chuckle from him.

He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into his side. My cheek rested on his bare chest, his heartbeat lulling me to relaxation. His arm soothingly rubbed up and down my arm, his own cheek resting against the top of my head.

“Well,” he began, his voice raspy, “before you came here, I made ratatouille.”

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #x reader #x reader fic #fanfc #1917 #1917 cast #smut #George Mackay smut

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beau-m-swan · 4 years

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I’ve taken it upon myself to rename some of the L&D counterparts bc smeyer flew off the handle while renaming some of these people

This is probably gonna get long, so I’ll add a cut

Carlisle/Carine: I kind of like Carine and I couldn’t find anything better, so I’m leaving it.

Esme/Earnest: I fucking hate that name (mainly bc i know someone with that name and he’s a fucking bastard), so I’m changing that one. I chose Ellis. I feel like it fits better with the character and is the name I use for him when I write l&d based fics.

Edward/Edythe: this name change wasn’t awful either, but why did she spell it like that?? So, Edith

Rosalie/Royal: so, fuck smeyer for giving him a name so close that of Rosalie’s r*pist. I wanted to keep the “Ro” and decided to call him Robert.

Emmett/Eleanor: I didn’t hate “Eleanor” but I like Emma better for Emmett’s counterpart

Alice/Archie: I really didn’t like the name “Archie” at first but it’s grown on me. Even so, I’d like to suggest “Andrew” as an alternate

Jasper/Jessamine: I’ve never seen that name before in my life and, while I don’t despise it, I prefer Jeanette, maybe Nette for short?

Bella/Beau: personally, I like Beau, but I can see why some people don’t. So, how about Ben?

Jacob/Julie: I kind of like Jules, so I left it the same

Sam/Sam: with the rest of the pack, smeyer got lazy. like i know it’s Samantha with Sam for short, but really? I picked Savannah but “Sav” (or something similar)

Leah/Lee: again, really? I like Leland, with Lee for short maybe

Seth/Sarah: i feel like Stacy would’ve been alright maybe with people just calling her Stace

Paul/Paula: she just added an A. I liked Paige

OH! i almost forgot

James/Joss: i prefer Jessie over Joss tbh

Victoria/Victor: Valentine wasn’t a super popular name around the time Victoria/Victor was born, but it was in use. Vince also isn’t awful

Laurent/Lauren: Louise might have been a nice alternate

*BONUS NAMES THAT SHE DIDN’T ACTUALLY GIVE US* (i don’t think)

Jared = Jordan

Embry = Ellen

Quill = Quelle (i just searched “qu girl names”, found this and thought it sounded nice

Bree = Beck

Fred = Fay(or some other spelling of the name)

i’m open to suggestions and i know some people are really going to hate these lmao

#twilight #life and death #tts #the twilight saga #the cullens #bella swan #beau swan #wolf pack #bree tanner #fred #names #genderbent #genderswap #headcanon #twilight headcanons #feel free to roast me for this mess

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panlight · 6 years

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Something which I’ve noticed in fics is how always the Cullens are like, “Are you gifted?” And the vampire OC is like, “yeah.” And it makes me go, like, “And so what? Why do you care if the vampire is gifted?” Like, that’s literally the first question they ask the vampire.

I wonder, is it considered rude to ask another vampire if they are gifted? Are they expected to tell you? Is it considered bragging if the vampire offers it first, or maybe even threatening? Are people with gifts like Edward’s or Jasper’s that can be intrusive obligated to tell others upon their first meeting, but someone like Bella doesn’t need to reveal hers if she doesn’t want to?And powers are supposed to be “rare.” 1 in 50, per Riley in “Bree Tanner” although he could be lying or misinformed by Victoria. And some gifts aren’t really obvious, and others sort of exist in a “gift or not?” gray area (Siobhan doubting she has one, Carlisle’s compassion-motivated self-control, Laurent’s instinct for latching himself to the most powerful person in the room). If it’s that rare, are vampires expecting to meet other gifteds, or are they expecting most vampires they meet to be “normal?” Obviously some of this would depend on the circumstances of the meeting–if it’s a generally friendly sort of run-in in some neutral location vs a tense “this is MY territory” sort of thing. But I do wonder how these sort of questions are viewed within the wider vampire culture.

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lafiametta · 7 years

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@bree-queen replied to your post: “Contemplating starting a Vicbert Modern AU fic, but the serious...”

Please write a vicbert au fanfic! Or any vicbert fanfic for that matter. Oneshot or multiple chapters, I'm down for anything. This fandom is just bombarded with Vicbourne fanfic, that I'm like, "Where are my two fluffy, nerdy favs who love and support each other and have a hundred kids?"

Also, as to your predicament, I think distant cousins by marriage would be acceptable for a modern au.

I know -- I need more of my fluffy, nerdy faves! And, yes, the comparative lack of Vicbert fic was really surprising to me, too. I mean, I hold fast to a “ship and let ship” policy where people are totally free write and read whatever they want -- and, of course, no one should feel particularly beholden to stick to canon -- but I also wish there was more V&A fic (whether canon or AU) out there.

(On a side note, I do feel the need to recommend “A Marriage of Equals”, which is stunningly written and well-researched, and so true to character that I want to cry...)

@assortedflavours replied to your post: “Contemplating starting a Vicbert Modern AU fic, but the serious...”

YES!! Please do!!! I concur, we need Vicbert fic desperately! You could do it where Leopold is just Albert's uncle and Princess Charlotte is Victoria's cousin, making Albert the nephew of Victoria's cousin's husband (I think?), but no blood relation.

That makes sense -- so the only difference is that Leopold and Victoria’s mother aren’t siblings? Thanks for the suggestion!

Anyway, I totally appreciate all the encouragement -- I’m going to need a little time to let the story settle in my head but then I may see what I can do with it. In the meantime, I’ve posted another AU moodboard, which I hope is enough of a consolation!

#victoria pbs #pbs victoria #itv victoria #victoria itv #vicbert #fanfiction #writing #bree-queen #assortedflavours

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morelike-bi-light · 4 years

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Okay! So my current fancast for the Olympic Coven in my VBC AU is:

Jodelle Ferland as Bree Tanner

Luna Christensen as Victoria Sutherland

Alyda Grace as Edythe Cullen

Davika Hoorne as Bella Swan

Shen Yue as Alice Cullen

Fabian Gamba as Jasper Hale

Louis Griffiths as Emmett Cullen

Nicola Peltz as Rosalie Hale

Emmy Rossum as Esme Cullen

Carlos Peters as Carlisle Cullen

Which isn't to say you can't picture them however you want! Just that this is how I'll be imagining them as I (hopefully but we'll see ajwukahahau) write over break! Stay tuned for Wolf Pack hopefully?

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therealvinelle · 2 years

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Masterpost: Even More What Ifs

Last updated: 21st of November

What ifs:

What if Jane turned Bella?

What if Demetri turned Bella?

What if Renesmée had the powers of Lily from The Carnivorous Muffin’s fic Lily and the Art of Being Sisyphus?

What if... alright let’s do this. What if Bella was turned by Aro in New Moon and Edward subsequently wanted to mercy kill her, and Aro saw his intentions of doing so? What then?

Why the Quileutes rarely if ever feature

What if New Moon Bella came to suspect Edward had been a figment of her imagination?

Who would have won if the battle happened in Breaking Dawn?

What if Jacob imprints on someone else post-Breaking Dawn?

What if James' bite made Bella slowly turn into a vampire?

What if Bella had a sister?

What if Bella was Paranoid, or Edward was Sane, or Jacob was not an Incel because apparently he was an incel now. I'm not sure what anon wanted exactly

What if Alice did exactly what she did in canon?

What if reincarnation was a thing in Twilight?

What if the Cullens found out about Victoria's vendetta prior to leaving in New Moon?

What would have become of Bree and Diego if they lived?

What if Bella had a personality transplant grew a Spine™?

No one knows which post anon wants followup on, but the important thing is that Victoria and Bella are on the run

What if Bella suddenly became enlightened? Zap.

What if Marcus and Didyme didn't fall in love?

What if Aro's gift only worked once per vampire?

Man's struggle to survive, or: Joe and the Billionaire exhaust every venue to outsmart the Volturi law

Joe finds out about vampires

The billionaire goes to space

The billionaire tries to slide money across the counter

Crossovers:

Twilight meets The Hunger Games

Is Bella of the fanfiction Blue Moon a better mother than canon Bella?

Bella meets Hogwarts

What if Bella joined X coven?

What if Bella joined the Irish coven?

Bella is a nomad: She’s a nomad

#masterpost

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austennerdita2533 · 7 years

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A/N: This mini-drabble is inspired by this beautiful gif set by @ladyofglencairn. I stumbled across it the other day and *cries* my brain immediately began to craft a reflective scene where Victoria laments over Lord Melbourne’s resignation as her Prime Minister.

I knew I’d succumb and write Vicbourne fic eventually.

Happy reading!

xx Ashlee Bree

This Sopping Melancholy

Tears drip dip drip from the edges of her dark eyelashes to match rhythm with the thunk thunk thunk of her heavy and sodden heart. Oh, how desolation drowns her in unbecoming pewter, the most putrid kind of dismay!

Victoria closes her eyes and reaches out—hoping her fingers will catch him by the shirtsleeve before he leaves again to curl into the cuff of fabric he’s always offered her like a pillow—desperate to keep him near because she can’t let go. She won’t, she won’t. She won’t let this man slip away like a dandelion fraying into fragments against the wind…not when her fingernails can dig in and claw hard into the wrist of He Who Has Become Too Dear To Lose.

He cannot resign. He cannot leave. He cannot forsake her, not if she decrees it as his Queen.

No, it shall not be, it shall not be! She forbids it!

He’s always offered her a cushion. Something lovely that felt sturdy yet soft against her wet cheeks whenever she’s needed a bed of solace for her weary head or a warm blanket to cozy away her fears. He’s been the only one to dry her pain like a handkerchief. To fuel her strength like a candelabra burning defiantly all through the night. The only one with a touch that was as thoughtful as it was tender. And with a mind that was as full of wisdom as it was wonder. The only one to bandage the crippling loneliness which had punctured hole after hole in her chest for many years because no one took her seriously; because no one endeavored to try and understand. He’s been the only person who listened. Who considered. Who cared. The one and only man who welcomed her opinion with a slight tilt of his head, that kind, encouraging smile forever steady on his lips; his ear attuned to every expression she chose to relate. He’s never failed to calm her, or laugh at the little jokes she’s made.

Except…now he’s gone. No longer here.

He’s retreated back to his solitary paradise at Brocket Hall, resigning himself to remain there. He’s followed his duties through to farewell (honor-bound to the last letter of the law) but has stolen every last one of her sprite smiles along the way only to replace them with torrential tsunami tears no other Prime Minister will be able to quell.

He’s gone now—and everything wreaks of pummeling gray rain.

What will she do, what will she do without him?

How will she bear it? How will she wave? Or dance? Or ride? How will she play fetch with Dash? Or find logic in something as awful as “goodbye?” How will she live inside this formidable royal prison without her dearest Lord M just there, standing by her side?

What will she do, what will she do without him now?

As Victoria opens her eyes and grasps at the empty space now dangling between them in slowly widening distance, a throbbing splinter gashes deep into her lungs to pierce her open and leave her starving; her soul panting and pleading for the air of him she still craves to breathe. She calls out, but since his absence tastes more of wintry bluster and chunks of ice the farther he moves away, it clatters her teeth. Muffling her screams.

The chill descends like an avalanche. It suffocates her beneath strong and paralyzing feeling, each new and painful throng in her breast filling her fuller with the same bruising, bleeding words she knows still leak from her face:

“I miss him.”

“I need him.”

“I love him.”

There’s no mistaking this insufferable, unquenchable longing. There’s no appeasing this pervasive affection knotted in loops of hopeless melancholy. It’s how Victoria knows, right then, just as her Mama presses two consoling lips against her forehead, that her eyes would never dry because her heart will never stop crying out for him…

For her beloved Lord M.

Comments are lovely

#victoria #vicbourne #vicbourne fanfiction #victoria and lord m #otp: love without hesitation #*blushes* *hides*#ashlee bree's writing endeavors

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