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vigilante-3073 · 7 months ago

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Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)

PART 4

Summary: Bella's life is in danger and the Cullen family rallies around her. Feeling outmatched by the threat of an army and forcing themselves to work alongside the wolves, Edward reaches out to Y/N.

TW: Mentions of fighting, lack of regard for the feelings of others.

Graduation was fast approaching for the students of Forks High School and change was on the horizon. The student body was abuzz with conversations about future careers and top university picks. The Cullen family kept their involvement to a minimum, the less people knew about them the better.

Bella had her own ideas for her future and had been asking Edward to transform her into a Vampire. After the couple nearly became a Shakespearean tragedy in Italy, she had come to understand the fragility of their situation.

The Cullen family and Bella had come to a reluctant understanding that she would become a Vampire. The change would occur after graduation and Bella would be welcomed into their family with open arms.

Edward was pushing Bella to accept a marriage proposal before he would transform her, but Bella danced around the question every time.

Y/N had disappeared after she found Edward in Italy, he hadn't heard from her and he was reluctant to reach out.

Edward found himself missing her friendship, he had never been very close to the rest of his family and he wished that he knew how to fix things between them.

Y/N was a hazard to Bella. She was dangerous and Edward attempted to convince himself that they would be better off without her.

Carlisle was worried and he had been reaching out to his contacts around the globe to see if anyone knew where she could be. Edward wanted to assure Carlisle that Y/N would be fine on her own and she would return to them eventually like she had before. But something about this separation felt final.

She was gone.

Victoria had been returning to the area to hunt for Bella and the hypervigilance was beginning to take a toll on the family. Alice had been watching her decisions, but apprehending her was a difficult task.

Edward sat at his laptop at the table in the home of Bella's mother. He had taken her on a final trip before graduation while also allowing his family to hunt for the redheaded Vampire in Forks.

He watched Bella interact with her mother on the porch before his eyes returned to his screen.

'Y/N,

I don't expect you to read this, but I hope that you do. Carlisle has been searching for you and come up with nothing. If I were to begin looking for you, I wouldn't have any idea where to start and I suppose that would be my fault. I wish I had spent more time getting to know you, you have always looked out for me and that sentiment has not been properly reciprocated. I need you to know that I miss you and I miss our friendship.

The school-year is coming to an end and the family has made a choice about Bella's future. She wants to be like us and we have made the decision that she will join our family after graduation.

I am currently staying at Bella's mother's home in Florida. I brought her here in an attempt to get her to change her mind, but the trip also serves another purpose.

Victoria, James' mate, has returned to Forks in order to harm Bella. The family has this under control, but I thought that you should know.

I miss you and I'm sorry for the distance that I have created between us. I care about you and I hope that you return to us when you're ready.

Sincerely,

E.C '

His mouse hovered over the send button before he pressed it, slowly closing the laptop and returning his gaze to the porch. He hoped that Y/N would reply to his message, but he wouldn't blame her if she didn't.

...

Carlisle stood in his room, placing some folded dress shirts into his bag. Edward appeared in the doorway, "You know where she is?" He questioned.

"I heard back from one of my contacts in Milan. They seem to think that she's in the area," Carlisle stated, zipping up his bag and picking it up.

"I should come with you," Edward said.

"No, you should stay here. Bella needs you closeby in case Victoria returns," Carlisle advised, making his way out of the bedroom.

"What are you going to say to Y/N?" Edward asked, following after him as he moved through the house.

"I am going to ask her to come home," Carlisle stated simply.

"She's not going to come and you know that," Edward said.

"It's her decision and I can only hope that enough time has passed to soften her resolve. She went to you in Italy and it shows that there is still a part of her that cares for you," Carlisle said, opening the door and stepping outside.

He walked down the steps and opened the trunk of his car, placing his bag inside before closing it. Carlisle turned to his adopted son, "I will try my absolute best to bring her home," He assured, resting his hand on Edward's shoulder and giving it a gentle comforting squeeze.

"Tell her-," Edward began, the words died on his tongue. He gulped, "Tell her I'm sorry and that she was right," Edward said.

Carlisle gave him a small sad smile, "I'll tell her," He assured, stepping over to the driver's side and getting into the car.

Edward stood in the driveway as Carlisle started the car and drove off. He moved inside and found himself seated in front of his laptop again. His first email had never received a reply, but he still found himself composing a new draft.

'Y/N

Carlisle is coming for you. His contact in Milan told him that you were in the area and if you want to leave, now is your chance.

As a wise woman once told me, you have your own free will. Just know that I want you to return to our family more than anything and I hope that you will at least consider it.

I miss you and I'm sorry.

Come home.

Sincerely,

E.C '

He pressed send on the message, staring at his screen as he thought about how broken their relationship had become. Every time he thought that he could put the pieces together, another destructive part of him just continued to break them into smaller fragments.

"What are you playing at with this?" Rosalie asked from the doorway.

"I don't know what you mean," Edward stated, standing up and closing his laptop.

"I've seen what you're writing to her. I never took you as the type to grovel," Rosalie said.

"It's not like that," Edward snapped, exhaling in an attempt to calm himself.

"If you're telling her what you think she wants to hear, you're just setting her up to be hurt again. She's not stupid, Edward, she knows that you chose Bella over her. It still probably feels like she's swallowing broken glass when she thinks about it too hard, but she'll get over it. She got over it when Carlisle left her in the dust," Rosalie said.

"That's not what happened," Edward stated.

"You're right... Carlisle couldn't bear the weight of her affection and he offered you up to her on a silver platter before taking a wife, thinking that it would fix everything. He broke her heart and now you're doing the exact same thing, but without there being anyone left for her to turn to. She is alone out there and your fluffy little emails are keeping her stuck on you. Leave her alone and let her move on," Rosalie stated before walking off down the hallway.

...

Carlisle returned from Milan empty-handed like Edward had expected him to. A part of him still felt disheartened when Carlisle told him that he didn't even see her. There was no trace of her in Milan, but she never left anything behind when she moved along. She had pretty much perfected the skill of vanishing over time.

Edward attempted to refrain from emailing Y/N after his conversation with Rosalie, but there was no one that he wanted to talk to more.

A nomad Vampire had made its way into the area and Edward discovered that the person had been inside Bella's home. The Cullens put a protective detail outside Bella's home to keep her and Charlie as they searched the area. The Vampire was nowhere to be found, but the nomad being in Bella's bedroom and the rise in Newborn activity in Seattle was becoming a concern.

The Cullens quickly realized that the threat was palpable when Alice foresaw the Newborns coming to Forks in order to kill Bella. The wolves had agreed to fight alongside them in order to protect the humans of Forks, but they were still greatly outmatched. Edward found himself at his computer once more, fingers hovering over the keys before he shut the laptop.

He pulled his cellphone from his pocket, dialing Y/N's number and holding the phone up to his ear. Edward listed the line ring, fully prepared to hear that the number was no longer in service. He was almost shocked when the line clicked, no voice was heard on the end of the line but he knew that she was there.

"Y/N... If you're there, I need your help. Bella is in danger and we're going up against something big. I know that I have no right to ask, but your help could really make a difference for us. Please, I need you here," Edward said.

He waited for a reply, reluctantly hanging up the phone after another moment of silence and tossing it down on his desk.

He ran a hand over his face before leaning back in his chair, he heard movement in the room across the hall and slowly stood up from his chair.

Edward made his way over, watching Bella turn in her sleep, reaching out across the bed. His mother's ring glittered on her finger in the moonlight, he gulped before slowly approaching the bed. A part of him felt like he had lied to Y/N, but he also knew that she would never come if she knew of his engagement.

Was that why he'd done it? To give her a sense of finality?

It was unlikely that Y/N would ever return to the family, but news like this would absolutely destroy her. Edward knew that the real reason he hadn't told Y/N on that twenty second phone call was because he didn't know how to close the door on her. Y/N carried that unrequited love for him all these years and he had pretended not to notice it. Edward had been selfish, he needed her friendship too much to tell her that they could never be together in the way she wanted.

Some may call him heartless, but he could only hope to abuse that soft spot she had for him one last time. He needed to.

To save the woman he loved.

....

PART 5

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you-have-a-metal-arm · 11 months ago

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HEARTSTRINGS AND PROPOSALS

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: talking down on oneself, sadness, and a tooth rotting amount of fluff

Summary: Tony felt a distance between the two of you he had never felt before. So he decides to make it up to you by spoiling you with his money, turns out, you want something else.

Tony Stark was a man who thrived on challenges. He had built an empire, crafted a legacy, and saved the world more times than he could count. But the most precious thing in his life wasn’t his arc reactor or his suits of armor—it was you. And lately, the fear of losing you had settled deep into his bones, a fear he couldn’t shake no matter how hard he tried.

Two years had passed since you first became his partner in all things, not just in love but in life. Yet, as much as he adored you, Tony couldn’t help but feel the distance growing between you. He knew he was often absent—late nights in the lab, endless meetings, and missions that took him away for days on end. He could see how it might wear on you, how it might make you question your place in his chaotic world.

Determined to prove his love, to remind you of the passion that had brought you together, Tony planned an extravagant date night. He wanted to sweep you off your feet, the way he had the first time you’d ever looked at him with that sparkle in your eyes, the one that told him you saw him, not the billionaire or the superhero, but the man beneath it all.

He flew you to Milan on a private jet, the city glittering beneath you as you landed. A car whisked you away to one of the most exclusive restaurants in the world, where every bite was a masterpiece, and every glance you shared across the table was filled with unspoken words. After dinner, he led you on a shopping spree through the most luxurious boutiques, wanting to shower you with all the things he thought you deserved—the finest clothes, the most exquisite jewelry.

But as you wandered through the stores, Tony began to notice something was off. You were polite, of course, admiring the beautiful things he showed you, but there was a hesitation in your eyes, a discomfort that made his chest tighten with worry.

“Look at this, sweetheart,” Tony said, holding up a delicate diamond necklace that caught the light like a prism. He hoped it would make you smile, that you’d light up the way you usually did when you saw something you loved.

You took the necklace in your hands, your fingers brushing against the cool metal, but your smile didn’t reach your eyes. “It’s beautiful, babe,” you murmured, placing it back down gently. “But I don’t really need it.”

Tony’s heart skipped a beat, a cold fear creeping up his spine. He tried to keep his voice steady, but the worry seeped into his words. “What do you mean, honey? You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that,” you said quickly, sensing his unease. You reached out to take his hand, squeezing it softly. “I just… I don’t need any of this. You don’t have to buy me things to make me happy.”

The air felt thick with tension as Tony tried to process your words. All his grand plans, the luxurious dinner, the shopping spree—they were supposed to be proof of his love, a way to show you that he was still here, still committed to making you happy. But as he stood there, watching you look so uncomfortable, he couldn’t help but feel like he’d failed.

“Are you unhappy?” Tony asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his thumb brushing nervously over the back of your hand.

“No, of course not,” you replied, your brows knitting together in concern. “Tony, why would you think that?”

“Because…” He hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “I just feel like I haven’t been around enough. Like maybe you’re getting tired of me being gone all the time, and this was supposed to make up for it. But now I’m worried that you might… that you might be falling out of love with me.”

The vulnerability in his voice broke your heart. Tony Stark, the man who faced down armies and gods, was standing before you, looking like a scared boy, afraid of losing the one thing that mattered most to him. You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“Baby, look at me,” you said softly, your voice filled with love and sincerity. “I’m not falling out of love with you. I could never. I don’t care about the money, or the gifts, or any of that. I fell in love with you because of who you are—not Tony Stark, the billionaire or Iron Man, but Tony, the man who makes me laugh, who holds me when I’m sad, who sees me for who I am and loves me anyway.”

His eyes searched yours, as if trying to find the truth in your words, and what he found there seemed to ease the tension in his shoulders. “I just want to be with you,” you continued, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You don’t have to try so hard, baby. I love you for you, not for what you can give me.”

Tony felt his heart swell at your words, the fear that had been gripping him loosening its hold. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if you might disappear if he let go. “God, I love you,” he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. “You’ll never have to find out,” you murmured, holding him just as tightly.

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Back at the Avengers’ HQ, the two of you settled into Tony’s quarters, wrapped in the comfort of each other’s presence. The lights were dim, the movie you’d picked playing softly in the background, but neither of you was paying much attention to it. You were lying on the couch, your head resting on Tony’s chest, his fingers lazily playing with your hair as he held you close.

For the first time in weeks, Tony felt at peace. The worries that had plagued him earlier seemed so far away now, replaced by the warmth of your body against his and the sound of your breathing in sync with his own. But there was still one question lingering in his mind, one that he couldn’t ignore any longer.

“Sweetheart?” he asked quietly, his voice soft in the dim light.

“Hmm?” you murmured, looking up at him, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

“Do you… do you still love me?” Tony’s voice was hesitant, as if he were afraid of the answer.

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his eyes. You reached up, brushing your fingers through his hair as you looked deep into his gaze. “Tony, of course, I still love you,” you said softly. “I love you more than I can even explain.”

Tony’s breath hitched, and he held you a little tighter, his eyes searching yours for the truth. “Why?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why do you love me?”

You smiled gently, feeling your heart swell with emotion. “I love you because you’re the kindest, most caring person I’ve ever known. Because you’re brave, and selfless, and you always put others before yourself. I love how you make me laugh, how you know just what to say when I’m feeling down. I love how you’re always there for me, even when you’re dealing with so much yourself. I love the way you look at me, like I’m the most important person in the world to you.”

As you spoke, you could see the emotions flickering in Tony’s eyes—love, relief, and something else, something deeper that made your heart skip a beat. You took a deep breath, your voice growing softer as you continued. “I love you because you see me, the real me, and you still think I’m worth it. I fell in love with the man who doesn’t need to be Iron Man or Tony Stark, the man who just needs to be himself. That’s all I’ve ever wanted, baby—just you.”

Tony stared at you, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. He’d always been a man of action, of words, but right now, he was speechless, overwhelmed by the love you were pouring into him.

You smiled, feeling a little shy after your heartfelt confession. “Sorry, that was probably really sappy,” you mumbled, your cheeks warming with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to get all cringe on you.”

But before you could pull away, Tony’s hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped your eye. “Don’t apologize,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “That was… God, that was the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You blinked, surprised to see tears in his eyes, and before you could say anything, Tony leaned down and kissed you, slow and tender, pouring every ounce of love he felt into that kiss. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were shining with unshed tears, and he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do,” you replied firmly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “You deserve all the love in the world, Tony.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his heart swelling with so much love and gratitude that he thought it might burst. And then, in that moment of pure, unfiltered emotion, he realized something that had been building inside him for a long time.

“Marry me.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them, but the second they did, he knew they were right. He wanted to spend

the rest of his life with you, to wake up next to you every morning, to grow old with you. You were his home, his everything.

You froze, your eyes widening in shock. “What?”

“Marry me,” Tony repeated, his voice steady and sure. “I don’t want to wait any longer. I want you by my side forever, as my partner, my wife. Please, baby.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized he was serious, that this wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment thing. He was asking you to spend your life with him, to be with him through thick and thin. And in that moment, you knew there was only one answer you could give.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Tony’s face lit up with the brightest smile you’d ever seen, and he pulled you into a fierce hug, burying his face in your neck as he held you tight. “God, I love you so much,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin.

“I love you too, baby,” you whispered back, feeling your heart swell with happiness.

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The next morning, you were still floating on a cloud of bliss as you walked into the common area of the Avengers’ HQ. Natasha was already there, sipping her coffee with a knowing smirk on her face. “You look like you had a good night,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you sat down beside her. “It was… perfect,” you said, your voice dreamy.

Natasha chuckled, nudging you playfully. “So, do you still get butterflies?”

You blushed, remembering the previous night, and nodded. “Yeah, I do. Every time I see him.”

Natasha’s eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously? After all this time?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, your smile softening as you thought of Tony. “He still makes my heart race.”

Before Natasha could respond, a familiar voice cut in. “What was that about making hearts race?”

You turned to see Tony standing in the doorway, his hair slightly tousled, a grin on his face. He had clearly heard your conversation, and his cheeks were tinged with pink.

You rolled your eyes, but the affection in your gaze was unmistakable. “Nothing, just girl talk,” you teased.

Tony sauntered over, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “If I make your heart race, you should see what you do to mine,” he murmured, just loud enough for Natasha to hear.

Natasha groaned, rolling her eyes. “You two are nauseating.”

But as she watched Tony’s eyes light up with happiness and saw the way you leaned into him, she couldn’t help but smile. Because in that moment, it was clear to everyone in the room that the love between you and Tony was something special, something that would last a lifetime.

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