#Alistair twilight

[rose-lily-hale]

@queercharlieswan

[timetravellingshinigami]

I wonder what Alistair thinks of the Cullen house?

He definitely stole a trinket or two. No doubt he steals stuff everywhere he goes?

His cave is probably a museum. If he sells a couple of things he possesses they would be worth millions.

Or does he look at the Cullen house and their giant scissors and thinks "thank God I don't live here" 💀

[wanted-by-the-volturi]

Twilight Text Post 7/???

[simpfordemetri]

Alastair with an over eager human mate. Shes always excited to see him and hug him.

-Girl i would love to say that he loves the contact but its Alistair yk

-However about being anxious for him,he is the same,has so much separation anxiety and need you to be on his sight 24/7

-But he needs some kind of space,and i mean by touch

-He cant be hugging you all day because he will get overstimulated

-But he does loves the fact that you cant also be away from him

-Just…let him decide about the affection

[charlottesbookclub]

like real people do (alistair x reader) 💜💜

Summary: honestly there's no real plot, just pure fluff. Alistair tries to adjust to having a human mate, and he's trying really hard 🥹

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader, mention of skipping a meal (not intentionally), mentions of eating, Alistair being awkward and a bit rude lol, basically just pure tooth-rotting fluff, but as always, let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 1,634

Author’s Note: me, writing a twilight fanfic in the year of our lord 2024? it's more likely than you think. uhhh yeah I have no real explanation for this except that I have stumbled back into my Alistair obsession and I just wanted to write a cute little something for him. I don't think this is my best work, but at least it made me smile, so that's something. honestly I have no idea if there's anyone else out here reading fanfic for an incredibly minor twilight character, but if there is, I hope you enjoy whatever this is! I was thinking of making this a little series of Alistair trying his damndest to figure out human stuff, so do let me know if you have any interest in that. but okay I'll stop rambling now - enjoy! 💖

            A message pinged through on your computer, and you looked away from your work for a moment, pulling up the chatbox. It was Lucy from the front desk: 

hey – someone’s here to see you

who?

hard to describe – and i’m having a hard time getting his name

You chuckled softly to yourself, having a sneaking suspicion you knew exactly who it was. Odd that he would willingly put himself in a situation that forced him to speak with other people though. Your laughter turned into a small frown as you considered the fact that something might be wrong. You and Alistair hadn’t been together long, but you knew about his aversion to others well enough to wonder what could bring him into proximity of the possibility of needing to engage in small talk.

be right there

You pushed back from your desk and hurried down to the lobby. Lucy was obviously waiting for you to arrive, and she met you with a mildly panicked look, gesturing with her head toward the tall man standing awkwardly in the corner of the lobby. Thanks to his heightened senses, he had noticed your arrival long before Lucy, and was already striding across the floor toward you at a pace that was just barely slow enough to be considered human. You made a mental note to ask Carlisle to gently review normal human behaviors with him. You just managed to give Lucy a quick thumbs-up to indicate that you knew the tousled man before he bustled the two of you back toward your office.

“Alistair, what the hell?” you asked as he ushered you inside and closed the door behind him.

“What a truly awful system,” he muttered to himself, clearly continuing a rant he was already halfway through rather than answering your question. “I mean really, how many idiots should I have to go through to see my partner?” You just crossed your arms and leaned back against the edge of your desk, a bemused smile starting to fight its way onto your face. You knew it was no use interrupting him until he had gotten everything out. “’Would you like something do drink?’” He parroted Lucy’s question mockingly. “No I bloody well would not – unless you’ve got a few bags of blood stored away back there,” he retorted to this fictional Lucy sarcastically. “Zounds, how hard is it to just point me in the right direction and leave me in peace?” His words faded into muttering and soft curses in a version of English that hadn’t been spoken for hundreds of years.

“Alistair,” you said quietly, breaking him out of his monologue. His talking to himself had seemed strange at first, but the more you learned about his life before meeting you, the more it made sense. He had been his only company for so long and was only now slowly adjusting to speaking with other people again. You, however, found it incredibly endearing and hoped he didn’t break himself of the habit completely. 

His focus snapped to you instantly when he heard your voice, and he started murmuring apologies that you quickly brushed off.

“Alistair, it’s fine,” you assured him, sending him a warm smile and softly placing your hand on his forearm. Touch was another thing that was coming back to him only slowly. You had learned to proceed cautiously, gently, making sure he knew that you were about to touch him before making contact. The words stilled on his lips as his eyes focused in on the place where your warm palm met his cold skin.

“Alistair,” you said quietly after a moment of letting him adjust to the contact. His eyes traveled back up to your face at the sound of his name on your lips. “Is something wrong?”

“I—no,” the words tumbled out awkwardly, and you could almost see him trying to say three different sentences at the same time. If he still had blood under his skin, you were certain he would be blushing. Knowing that eye contact made conversation even more difficult for him, you flicked your eyes down toward your hand still on his arm, gently pulling it from where it hung limply at his side. You cradled his large hand in both of yours and began tracing mindless patterns on his skin, hoping this would give him enough of a reprieve to gather his thoughts. He took a deep breath and tried again. 

“Nothing is seriously wrong, but I— well I… worried about you.” This instantly caught your attention, and you looked up again almost without thinking, only to find his ruby eyes gazing back down at you with a softness you were just beginning to recognize.

“Alistair, I promise, I’m just fine,” you assure him.

“But… well… I noticed you didn’t eat breakfast this morning.” You tilted your head, wondering why that was such a cause for concern that he would willingly subject himself to the horror of checking in at your work.

“I was just running a little late and didn’t have time to make myself anything,” you explained, hoping that would ease his mind, “there’s always snacks in the break room, so I figured I’d have something when I got here.”

“I understand, but humans in your age group are supposed to eat three balanced meals per day, with the addition of one to three snacks. Lack of nutrients can result in many deficiencies, which in turn can lead to side effects like headache, dizziness, and trouble concentrating.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that was growing on your face as you listened to him recite this knowledge as though he had memorized it straight from a Wikipedia article. However, you seriously doubted Alistair’s ability to navigate the internet, since Carlisle had only recently convinced him to try using a flip phone.

“Where did you hear about this?” you asked, trying to remain serious and stifling the giggles that were rising in your throat.

“I’ve been reading Carlisle’s medical texts,” he responded with a furrowed brow, “I want to make sure I understand all the risks and ensure that I am prepared for every eventuality.”

If you hadn’t been completely in love with him yet, this would have undoubtably sealed the deal. He may be awkward and eccentric and even difficult at times, but he was trying so so hard to care for you in the best way he knew how. Although the whole situation was still incredibly amusing, you simply couldn’t bring yourself to laugh at him, even if it was all in affection. Instead, you raised yourself slowly to your tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for thinking of me,” you said as you lowered yourself back onto your heels. Your chaste kiss seemed to have frozen him for a moment, as he stood there completely still, his soft squeeze of your hand the only indicator that he was still present in the room. You let him recalibrate, and as he came back himself, he made a soft exclamation as though he had just remembered something. Reluctantly releasing your hand, he swung a small backpack off his shoulder. 

“I brought you some breakfast,” he explained as he pulled a jumble of containers out of the bag and placed them on your desk, “I tried to make sure I balanced all the proper nutrients to ensure you wouldn’t suffer any adverse effects from not having eaten this morning.”

You busied yourself with looking at all the containers of food to hide the tears that were welling in your eyes. You had never had someone care for you so completely like this before. Unfortunately, your plan didn’t work, since the awkwardly yet earnestly prepared food only brought more tears to your eyes. You had never expected that strangely cut fruit, mangled pancakes, and soggy cereal sitting in its own milk would make you cry with joy, but the amount of thought and care that had clearly gone into each piece of the meal was about to reduce you to ugly sobs.

You could feel Alistair watching you intently as you opened each of the containers, seemingly trying to gauge your response. When he couldn’t bear it any longer, he finally broke the silence. 

“If you don’t like it, I—I’m happy to go out and buy you something. I haven’t had human food in so long and even—even then I didn’t actually prepare it so I tried reading some of Carlisle’s recipe books but I think I still didn’t get it right—” 

“Alistair,” you didn’t normally like to cut him off, but you refused to let his anxious rambling sew any seeds of doubt in his mind. “It’s absolutely perfect – I can’t wait to taste it all!”

Alistair beamed at you then, a rare sight, but a welcome one.

“I just have one question though,” you said, and he looked at you quizzically, waiting for your inquiry. “Can I give you a hug?”

Confusion turned to elation on his face, and he spread his arms in assent and anticipation. You threw yourself on him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wiped away a few escaped tears. His arms closed around your back hesitantly, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them, but his uncertainty seemed to fade as you melted into his grasp, and he wrapped you even more tightly in his embrace. 

Both of you were smiling when you finally pulled away. You settled into your desk chair and motioned to Alistair to pull up another. He sat just close enough that your knees could touch as you surveyed the feast before you. 

“What do you think I should start with?” you asked him.

“Maybe the pancakes? I’m rather proud of those.”

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 31: Masturbation- Alistair (Twilight)

Summary: You and your boyfriend Alistair have worked out an alternative to having sex and almost killing you

Word count: 1, 635

‘Lunch, two hours, home, lunch, two hours, home’ is all you could find yourself chanting in your head as you waited in line at the lunch bar. Usually you weren’t super antsy to get home, but tonight was different.

You and Alistair had been seeing each other for almost five months now, and it had been unlike any relationship you’d had before. The main difference was that Alistair was a vampire, but besides the vampiric things that made your relationship different and sometimes difficult, he was a blessing.

Being from a different time and not being used to being around other vampires, let alone humans, was at first a difficult thing to overcome, but it has been worth it. Romantic moonlit picnics, museum trips and piggyback rides through the forest were just some of the ways Alistair had woo’d you. This was very new for him, but since finding you as his mate, he did everything in his power to make you feel loved, well except one thing.

Vampires were a lot stronger than humans and that fact weighed on Alistair constantly. It had been the reason you hadn’t had sex with each other yet, but you had seemed to come up with a good work around.

Preparing for this night you had made sure to not just pick out new lingerie but also new body lotions and bedsheets, you wanted it to feel special for the both of you. Knowing how nervous Alistair was, you thought these things would help him forget about his worries and just enjoy the evening.

As five o’clock rolled around, you were hurriedly waving a goodbye to your coworkers as you race to your car. You tried really hard not to speed home but the excitement in your stomach and core demanded you be a little faster.

Seeing the headlights of your car and being able to smell you as you turned onto your street, Alistair quickly hid out of view. You told him to be over at 6:30 so you could have time to get ready, but he’d been there since you left this morning. He was too filled with both anxiety and excitement to go anywhere else.

He’s never seen you move so fast, he couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw you sprint inside, getting undressed as you stepped through the door. Even though Alistair could easily look at you as you got dressed, he was ever the gentleman and waited for you to call to him.

The second you walked into your bedroom you got to work getting ready for the night. You showered, shaved, moisturised, got into your new lingerie and even did hair and makeup. It was exactly 6:30 on the dot as you approached your window, dressed in your robe, and called down for Alistair.

You smirked down at him as you saw him approach under your window within 10 seconds. Smiling back up at you, you took a step back so he could climb up into your bedroom.

“You’ve been waiting there all day haven’t you?” You ask smirking at the blonde vampire before you, slowly approaching to stand in his embrace.

He knew he couldn’t lie to you and was a little embarrassed he’d been caught.

“Well if I knew you’d smell and look so good, I would have waited in the house.” He smirks down at you, his eyes beginning to darken as he pulled your robe away to reveal the surprise underneath.

Many believe Alistair to be cold, harsh and anxious, but once you get him comfortable, he can make you melt with his sweet words. Perhaps that’s why you hadn’t minded waiting for anything intimate, he always managed to leave you satisfied with his soft touches, sweet words and heated kisses.

“Seems a little unfair to be the only one standing here in my underwear.” You sass him, breaking him from the trance your body had put him in.

“Mmm, let me just look at you a little while longer.” He whispered, mesmerised by the body before him.

He was scared to hurt you in any way, so his touches were light as they traced along your body. His eyes moved all over you, his touch getting slightly harsher as he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. Alistair had never kissed you with such heat and passion before and you couldn’t get enough. As your hand grabbed a hold of his hair, something in Alistair switched. He grabbed you up by the backs of your thighs and dragged you both back into the large arm chair you’d set up for him.

Now sitting with you straddling him in the arm chair, his hands roamed all over your body. It wasn’t until you broke the kiss and started kissing down his neck, opening up his shirt that he realised how far you’d both gone. He began to slightly panic as he let out an uncontrollable moan from the way you were grinding on his hard cock.

“St-stop, darling. Please, y/n.. Stop! Stop!” He had to shout, scaring you slightly.

“I’m sorry, love, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He apologised sweetly, ashamed of how he made you feel.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask him.

“No, no, no. You were doing everything right, trust me,” he deliciously grinned at you, red eyes filling with passion, “but I can’t have you like that just yet. What we planned is best for now. I can’t stand a single second longer not hearing what your beautiful moans must sound like, but I can’t hurt you.” He stared lovingly into your eyes, a gentle hand on your cheek.

“Okay, baby.” You gently reply, kissing the hand that rested on your cheek and standing from his lap.

Looking into his eyes, you bite your lip as you begin to remove your bra. As his eyes move from your gaze to your chest, he lets out a deep moan. His eyes become sensual and dangerous as they come back to yours. Smirking at him you crawl onto your bed, making sure to poke your ass out a bit more than needed as you go.

Reaching the head of your bed, you lay down comfortably on the soft mattress and stare at the man in the chair in front of you, a noticeable tent already growing in his pants.

Your hand began to reach down to the top of your panties, already feeling your warmth and wetness. The moment you felt your fingers on your clit you let out a soft moan, continuing to rub softly and slowly.

“You make such sweet noises, darling. I want to see all of you.” Alistair purred at you from across the bed, his hand beginning to move slowly up and down his now exposed cock.

With one hand you continue to play with your clit and wetness, while the other pushes your panties down. Spreading your legs wide for him, you could hear his hand speeding up at the sight.

“Oh fuck, you look so perfect. Look at me, darling, let me see your pretty eyes.” He seductively coaxed you.

Opening your eyes and raising your head, you are met with the sight of Alistair naked and pumping himself quickly. The beautiful scene before you causes you to moan loudly, his red eyes pinning you to your place, the only thing moving is your fingers speeding up on your clit.

“You’re just as gorgeous as I thought you would be, darling. Your moans are the best thing I’ve heard in 700 years. Oh fuck!”

“All my moans are for you, Alistair. I’m yours, baby. My mouth is yours, my pussy is yours. Fuck I bet you’d feel so good inside me. Your cock is so big.” You pant back to your immortal love.

You and Alistair hold each others gaze as your body heats and trembles, your end coming soon. All you wanted and all you could think of was the cock in Alistairs hand, thrusting into you over and over. The thought alone of what he could do to you made you moan even louder and desperately. You were so close and all you wanted was to feel Alistair.

“Alistair! Finish on me, baby, please! I need to feel you!” You desperately shouted out to him.

Before Alistair had a moment to question himself, you shouted out another plea for him. Seeing you so desperate for him, he couldn’t help but use his inhuman speed to pounce on the bed between your legs.

At seeing and smelling you so close, he couldn’t help the loud animalistic moan that left him. Both of your moans were getting louder and your hands both moved faster, looking into each others eyes with hunger.

“I’m so close. Cum with me, baby.” You desperately moaned out, eyes about to close as you’re on the edge of pleasure.

“Cum for me, my darling!” Alistair moans out in reply.

At his command you feel your body rush with warmth and shudder as you scream out a desperate moan. Alistairs head is thrown back at the same time as he shouts his own release, his warm cum landing all over your chest and stomach.

You lay beneath him panting as he watches your relaxed and pleasure filled face. Alistair didn’t have to catch his breath, so he just enjoys watching your beautiful face and body. A warm feeling of joy fills him, seeing you so at peace and covered in his release, you’re so perfect.

“I love you, darling.” He gentle whispers down to you.

“I love you.” You say as your eyes open and smile up at him lazily.

“Should we have a shower, my darling?” He asks you gently as he strokes your hair back.

[your-fave-is-being-blended]

Hello! Can you please blend Alistair from The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn :3 :3 :3

Alistair from The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 2 is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

[obireads]

Alistair SFW Alphabet

I wrote this instead of sleeping, enjoy.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

People show and receive love in different ways, sometimes all; so I’ve split into 5

 Words of affirmation – This man is the first to tell you that he’s proud of you, or that you’re doing great. He truly loves watching you flourish in whatever you put your mine to and is your biggest supporter alongside it. He loves telling you how beautiful you look, or complimenting you in general. He lives off the flustered look on your face every time he does it.

 Quality time – If you like parallel play, this is your man. You may not always do things together, but he’ll be whittling away in the corner as you go about your hobbies. He loves watching films/tv with you, even if he doesn’t enjoy the film he enjoys cuddling up with you on the couch.

 Gifts – He’ll steal anything for you, if your eyes light up as you pass a store window, its in your house the next day. You want for nothing, truly. He’ll make you things, too. Little wooden figurines, leather gloves he’s made.

 Acts of service – You need something fixed? It’s done before you even have a chance to mention it. He’s scoured the instruction manual, and it’s done. He’s a lousy cook, given he hasn’t eaten proper food in a very long time, but will genuinely try. He’s bringing you cereal and mildly burnt toast in the mornings, along with tea or coffee so you can eat before you get up.

 Physical touch – Loves to have his skin on yours, even if its just interlinked pinkies when you’re walking, or your legs on his lap when you are reading on the couch. He likes to practise braiding your hair if its in range. Running the back of his fingers up and down your arm. Forehead kisses. Arms around your waist when you’re cooking or washing dishes. He knows fine well what gentle kisses on the side of your neck or your shoulder does to you, and it eggs him oon to be a complete tease through and through.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Becoming best friends with this man is a long and arduous journey. Carlisle has been trying for centuries now, and Alistair doesn’t even text back. It is a lot of work to get close to this man.

It is absolutely worth it, though. When this man is your best friend, he is your ride or die. He’s got your back even if you’re clearly in the wrong and will check you on it when you’re alone instead of in front of others. He’s a great listening ear, and will forever show interest in whatever thing that has caught your attention, even if its silly.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He really does but he won’t ever admit that out loud. If you’re close enough to Alistair to be able to cuddle him in the first place, its pretty easy to figure out what he enjoys and what he doesn’t without his verbal input.

Whether you’re human or not, his favourite ways to cuddle would be with him on his back, with your head oh his chest. Maybe a wee cheeky leg over the waist too. He’ll play with your hair, running his fingers across your scalp, and will hold you close as though you’ll get up and run at any moment.

He also loves to lay on you, he’s heavy despite his slight build, but he’ll lay between your legs with his head on your chest. Extra points if you also play with his hair, too.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Not really one for settling down with kids and a white picket fence. Settling down for Alistair just means being with you. He will follow you wherever you choose to go, in anything you choose to do.

Cooking? No. Guaranteed the fire alarm will go off every time he gets near a stove, and he doesn’t really know the perfect blend of spices for much of anything. He does try, though, and that’s what counts.

He had never cleaned before in his life, and truthfully, he doesn’t leave a lot of mess by himself, but if he can help you by doing the dishes or cleaning the bathroom, he’ll give it a good go so that you don’t have to do it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I’ll be honest, Alistair would run away. Quite simply. However, he wouldn’t commit to anything unless he were very sure it wouldn’t end. He’s in it for the long run. If this man even introduced himself to you, hes not leavin.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Marriage isn’t anything necessary to Alistair, he is happy to exist alongside you without it. He’s completely committed to you whether you have a ring on your finger or not. If you were to get married, it would be a small affair, and that would be his only request. Would be absolutely chuffed to call you his spouse, though.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Incredibly gentle. You are cherished in this relationship, like you’re made of porcelain. This man will never raise is voice around you. He’s holding you when you cry, listening to your grievances, whispering encouraging words to you.

In terms of himself, it isn’t often he’s emotionally vulnerable, but it does happen, and he appreciates a loving partner to get him through it. Listen to his fears, to hold him when he grieves.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

LOVES hugs, does not love hugs from people not on the very short Hug List. If you’re not on that brief list honestly don’t even acknowledge this man’s presence he would prefer if you did not speak to him what-so-ever.

If you are on this list, a hug is his guilty pleasure. Loves to scoop you up into his arms if you’re reunited after a while apart and will hold you for as long as you’ll put up with it.

His huge feel safe, you are secure in his arms. Despite his low body temperature, they’re warm. He smells earthy, like moss. Always smells like he slept outside—in a good way.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Honestly? Years. Saying the big “I love you” is a terrifying prospect to anyone and saying so for the first time would put him in a position to be let down/emotionally vulnerable which he simply will not do easily.

However, he will show it. You know you are loved because he is simply there, You are looked after. He will do things for you, is attentive to your needs and wants.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not a very jealous person at all. Quite insecure in himself though. He’s convinced you could find better, do better than him, and that there’s someone that could offer you more than he can. It takes him a very long time to realise that he means as much to you as you do to him. Once he realises this, there is no long-lasting doubt in his mind about your feelings or loyalty.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Very soft. Alistair isn’t a rough man with his kisses. Gentle slow kisses that leave you wanting more. He loves to leave kisses along your shoulder or leaving a lingering kiss on your knuckles.

His favourite kisses to receive are on his neck, or the rushed kisses on his cheek when you’re running out the door.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Not very good. Children are all in your business and asking questions, as is their curious nature. He doesn’t appreciate it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

On a slow morning, you are wrapped up in each other’s arms and its hard to tell where one of you begins and the other ends. He’s kissing up and down your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

On a busy morning, he’s woken you up with breakfast, and half of the things that need to be done are already handled. If you’re with Alistair, you have to be fairly independent, so he won’t do everything for you but will do everything he can to make your day easier before it has even started.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sat by the fire, on the couch, talking or partaking in hobbies. Theres always more to learn about you, and him, so there’s lots to discuss and its not often that you run out of things to talk about.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Again, it takes a long time for this man to feel safe enough to open up to you. When he does, it’s little by little. Most of his opening up comes from questions from you. He wont lie to you, but if there’s something he isn’t ready to discuss he’ll tell you so, and your reaction to this will determine if he will at all. He doesn’t like prying, so respect his privacy and he’ll open up to you eventually.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Depends on who you are. It doesn’t take much to piss him off, as he’s pretty much pissed off by default.

If he loves you, you’d have to do something pretty atrocious for him to be genuinely angry at you over it. I’m not sure he’s one for forgiving or forgetting, so he’d be gone.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembers absolutely everything about you. Some things you don’t even have to say. He is paying attention to your reactions to things. This man does not know anything when it comes to wooing, or getting to know anyone, so he relys on watching you to figure you out and what you like.

Theres not a birthday or special event that gets missed. He is your own walking calendar.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you laughed at something he said. It was some shitty comment in passing about someone he used to know centuries prior. It was the first time you’d genuinely laughed at his hand, and hearing it made him warm up inside.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very safe. Though, he would much rather wrap you in his arms and take off running than risk you at all. If it came down to it, this man would fight to the death for you. There is no way he’s going to risk losing the only person he can stand to be around.

Would also protect you in ways you may not think. He always has your back when you’re not there, and will protect your integrity as though it were his. If you talk shit about his partner, you are not getting away lightly.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries his hardest. I wouldn’t say he gets it right every time, but he puts in genuine effort to make these days go well for you. That’s what counts.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s honestly pretty rude. He doesn’t know how to talk to people most of the time and will give unfiltered commentary even if it isn’t asked for. He doesn’t mean it to be hurtful, that isn’t his intention, he just genuinely doesn’t know how to socialise or interact with anyone else.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Before you he didn’t wash at all. He;d have twigs in his hair, mud under his fingernails and three week old blood on his shirt. Alistair couldn’t give a rats arse about how he looked, because no one saw him anyway.

After you he found himself taking more pride in his appearance. He may steal some new clothes, he’s washing after he feeds, and he takes care to get the sticks out of his hair. Still not particularly looks focused, but he doesn’t want you to be with an absolute slob.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Alistair still likes to spend time on his own. He’ll go and do his own thing for days at a time. He could not be with a partner that is co-dependent because it is simply not in his nature. Same goes for you, if you want to get away with friends, he will hold down the fort until you get back and tell him all about it.

If he were to lose you completely, though, he wouldn’t survive it. This man has been through too much to lose something else he cares for.

I honestly believe that even if you weren’t too keen on being turned, he would do it if he needed to in order not to lose you, and just hate himself for it later.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

This man is a prime shit talker. He loves the gossip, loves the drama. Will covertly ask you for more information so that he can have the tea. He’s judging hard too. He likes to people watch, and you’re the first to know when something strange happens, or if it’s simply something he doesn’t personally approve of.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

General – Large gatherings. In his mind there is nothing worse than making small talk with people in order to survive an event. Alistair will not be your plus one to that wedding. No way. He’d rather eat bricks.

He doesn’t like Edward, either. The melancholic little drama queen it way too up in his business for his liking, and if they’re forced to interact his inner monologue is in Middle English the whole time. That nosey git can go fuck himself honestly.

In a partner – He wouldn’t appreciate someone who is socially focused. While he’s happy for you to do your own thing, if you are constantly in need of company from others, he would simply not be with you. Same goes for co-dependency. IF you cant spend time apart, he isn’t interested.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He does not, but sometimes he will sit in a complete still state and hes not at all there mentally. I wouldn’t consider this sleep, at all. Just winding down time for ya boy.

LMK what u think, this and other headcanons linked below. I feed on attention so pls give it to me

[aquanova99]

Little to No Choice

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Alistair x Reader

A/N: I used an actual name instead of y/n. I’m so tired of writing it out but it’s still the same concept pretty much. Will probably continue to do that from now on

A/N: so this strays very far from canon as the request wanted a sister from Edward but to me that changes things. So demon spawn is not Renesme Carlie but Elizabeth Renee.

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“The entire family will be implicated if this ends badly.”

 

“Badly as in, I would become the meal.”

 

The awkward forced laughter filled the air. Edward made eye contact with his sister, begging her to stay silent. Lucia’s eyes widened. Fury coursing through her.

 

“No. Isabella. Badly as in our whole family is killed. I know it may be hard to understand but my idiot brother over there, yeah, his actions dating you, affect all of us.”

 

Bella’s lip quivered. She knew Edward had said this was dangerous. She always assumed it meant dangerous for her; he had mentioned a longing for her blood nothing more. Bella suddenly understood Jasper’s weariness, Rosalie’s coldness towards her. She understood why Edward had ensure he steered her away from Lucia at every chance. During the meadow Edward had refused to talk about her, Bella could only get one thing out of him.

 

Esme thought of him as the prodigal son, how could she not after a decade of drinking human blood and then returning. Bella asked if Carlisle felt the same. It was the first time that day Edward had frightened her. His whole body shook. His fists clenched up, and he could only speak through gritted teeth. Edward admitted he knew Carlisle was happy he had returned, but Lucia held his highest regards. It had hurt Edward but knew he could never fault Carlisle for his thoughts. Still, Edward felt Lucia had ensured Carlisle almost looked at him with contempt, pity.

 

“Lucia.” Edward growled, “Give it back.”

 

“No.”

 

“Now.” Edwards stance changed, it looked like he wanted to pounce on his sister.

 

“What’s wrong brother? I thought you loved not being able to read Bella’s mind. So different from everyone else, right?”

 

“I thought—” Bella felt like it was getting harder to breathe, “You said it was you, Jasper, and Alice.”

 

“I told you he wouldn’t tell her.” Alice nudged Jasper

 

“You act as if I doubted you.”

“Lucia. Now.”

“Make me.”

 

“Alright everyone calm down, please.” Carlisle’s voice cut through the chatter everyone had happening. The beautiful symphony of voices now sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Bella. Carlisle voice cut through the tension in the air like a knife. “Edward…Lucia is right. Bella should know what is entailed now that she knows about us.”

 

Edward grabbed Bella a bit too forcefully. “Carlisle surely you aren’t suggesting…”

 

“Edward please.” Carlisle held his hands up in effort to calm Edward, “Lets all calm down. Lucia please, return Edwards gift.”

 

The young girl rolled her eyes. Edward forcefully shut his own as a mirage of images and voices echoed loudly in his head. Bella’s head was spinning, she had a made a terrible mistake. She would never forgive herself if something happened to Edward. She imagined his sculpted face, even bruised, though she knew it was impossible would hurt her very soul. She tried to think of their time at the meadow, how beautiful he looked, how much she seemed to crave his very being. Bella looked up and saw Lucia’s eyes trained on her. Alice squeaked and before Bella could blink Edward was thrown across the hall. Jasper and Lucia surrounded Bella.

 

His sister often blocked his gift in their home, something he would never admit to despising. Now, Edward wished nothing more than have kept his mouth shut. Lucia had warned him not to bring her home. Rosalie had begged to give her time. No Edward knew the levels of his own vanity outweighed their opinions. He wanted to show them how human he had remained, how he had found a human so perfect they would not be able to compare the bond they have. A singer? It should have made them proud made all of them proud. But she just had to use her gift. Of course, Lucia had to be right. He hoped she was happy, she had to be right of course, she was just like everyone else. Bella was just like everyone else.

 

His sister tilted her head smirking, knowing exactly what she had done. Still, there was no staying away now. He had been adamant he could control himself, the volturi hardly ever checked on Carlisle, why didn’t his family understand that? Why turn an someone who could have so much life, someone as innocent as Bella? Or perhaps not as innocent as he thought? It didn’t matter, Edward was determined to prove them all wrong. Perhaps this was enough to scare Bella away on her own, all he could hear was guilt for possibly hurting him. She was more foolish than he thought.

 

The family all stared at him. Waiting for him to relax. Rosalie just scoffed and turned away. Annoyed by everything that had happened. Happy she had proved her point but annoyed this had even been an issue. They had been standing around for a few seconds, but Edward felt the judgement lasted for years. He tried to regain his composure, hadn’t he embarrassed Carlisle enough?

 

“I—I’m sorry. I was…”

 

“About to kill her?” Lucia stood up straight, she laughed dryly, “God. You still do terrible under pressure.”

 

“Lucia…” Carlisle warned

 

“Yeah, fine. Whatever.” She went stood by Esme, who patted her shoulder. Almost as thank you for keeping the peace. Lucia glared at Edward before going to join Rosalie and Emmett. The silence was deafening. Bella had been wrong this was too much. Too much for her.

 

“Can I go home?”

 

“Bella you will have to excuse my siblings behavior, I’m sor—”

 

“Edward I want to go home. Now. Please.” Bella was close to tears, Edward could only hear the embarrassment. The sadness she felt at not being accepted by his family. An idea of a stable family ruined in seconds. Carlisle nodded towards Edward. He was suddenly next to the door waiting for Bella to follow him, any previous pleasantries were long gone.

 

“Lucia!” He called out with a snarl

 

“Nope! Enjoy your oh so special Bella!” Lucia looked towards her sister, “is he going to kill me?”

 

“I’m no Alice, but no. We wouldn’t let that happen, right babe?” Rosalie chimed in before Alice said anything

 

“Please, he’d be dust in less than a second.”

 

“Emmett!” Esme called from downstairs

 

“Sorry!” The siblings laughed and headed back down. Alice didn’t take long to call a family meeting. Everyone sat around the giant living room. Alice jumped into the seat next to Lucia.

 

“Did you have to ruin my chances at having a new friend?” She pouted towards her oldest sister

 

“I still think we’re pushing it being this close to humans. We don’t really fit in. I am not willing to die by the volturi just because Edward is convinced his singer is his mate.”

 

“You still owe me.”

 

“I’ll let you dress me for a week.” Alice nudged Lucia as Carlisle sat down in his chair holding the bridge of his nose at the newest headache he would have to deal with once Edward returned. Esme continued to fidget.

 

“I don’t think we should do this until the whole family is here.”

 

“Esme, please.” Carlisle soothed his wife, “Alice says this concerns him.” Esme sighed but sat on the armchair on her husbands chair, waiting for Alice to continue.

 

“Bella will be going back to Florida. Edward won’t be able to stay away. He will be asking about weather updates a lot.”

 

“I can continue to stop his gift inside the house.” Lucia shrugged

 

“It won’t be enough. I don’t see his course changing. He wants to be around her blood too much.”

 

“Will he harm her?” Carlisle asked

“Of course he wouldn’t!” Of course, Esme still believed that.

 

“I-I don’t know. I see her getting irritated at his sporadic visits. But after a while, she disappears. Not Edward. I don’t- I can’t see her choice. She flickers in and out.”

 

“Would it be better if he stayed away from her?”

 

“Infinitely, but I don’t see a very high chance of that happening. Lucia may have helped, now that she turned off Bella’s gift. He is going to convince himself he’s in love. But his control isn’t that strong.”

 

“He’ll convince himself he’s helping her, doing something noble.” Rosalie warned, Rosalie put her head in her hands groaning at the thought of it. “You were right Carlisle, we should have just left.”

 

“I think our time among the humans may be running short. I will… try and talk to Edward. Alice?”

 

“You’re our best shot as usual…but its clear he wants to prove to you it wasn’t about her blood. I don’t know how long he will keep it up.”

 

Edward came home shortly after. Furious, raging as if the entire family hadn’t been against befriending his singer. He screamed at Lucia to give Bella whatever ability she had back. Esme pleaded with him to calm down. But his sisters resounding no, only pushed him further. He began attacking, or trying to. Lucia had seen it coming and easily avoided him, but Edward was nothing if not fast. His fury blinded him, she had ruined everything. He could never unhear Bellas thoughts. She was still too good for him, that much was a fact. All she worried about Edward. He was so foolish, he hadn’t lied to her the other day, he was in much too deep. She was a drug to him and he would not be giving her up quite so easily. Right now however, Edward was not thinking about any of that, all he saw was his almost too perfect sister meddling and actively ruining his life. He struck again, this time actively hitting her arm as she blocked him, he raised his other hand before Carlisle grabbed it.

 

“Enough.”

 

Edward softened immediately. He didn’t need to read minds to see Carlisle’s fury, and thanks to his gift not being muted by his sister he also knew exactly what thoughts came across Carlisle’s mind as he had tried to explain himself. He was right. They all were. He should stay away from Bella. What was he thinking?

“I—I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.”

“Edward…” Alice warned but his decision had been made. It was wrong, so very wrong, but Bella needed him. He owed her that much after today. He would prove they were both worthy of this family.

It had been almost a year and a half since Lucia and the rest of her family had seen her brother. Alice was able to keep all of them Cullens aware of Edward’s actions. Bella kept her promise, leaving to find her mother in Florida. Lucia never allowed Bella’s shield to return. Edward continued to enter her room. Alice surprised everyone when Bella had enough and gave Edward an ultimatum. It was no surprise he refused to change her. They hoped Edward would return after her rejection, but Edward had gone too far. Risked too much. He continued to pursue Bella, offering compromise after compromise. Eventually, the visions stopped. Alice worried about the uncertainty in their lives, but Bella and Edward soon returned to their home, with a very pregnant Bella. 

 

 “I know I have no right to ask for your help but…” 

 

Carlisle was silent, an eerie calmness masking his disgust had washed over his face. The rest of the Cullens sat there, silent, mortified. 

 

Rosalie as usual, took it on herself to say what everyone was wondering, “What the hell did you do?” 

 

Bella voice was quiet but demanded the attention of the room, “He said the only way he would change me was for us to get married.” Evens Esme’s eyes shined bright with fury, “I figured if I was going to stop being a human, it would be nice to have every human experience. I—we didn’t think…” 

 

“No, you clearly didn’t.” Lucia huffed 

 

“Carlisle please, you need to get it out of her.” Edward begged 

 

“No.” 

 

“Bella please, we talked about this.” 

 

“And you don’t listen. I’m having this baby.” 

 

“You can’t force her to have an abortion, Edward.” Rosalie said quietly, Edward hissed at his sister 

 

“Regardless of what it is, you aren’t going to have a baby Rosalie.” 

 

“I wasn’t—” 

 

“You were.” Emmet growled at Edwards accusations but followed after his wife as Rosalie left the house. A deeper part of her breaking, a part she long ago pushed to the deepest recesses of her mind. 

 

“Carlisle?” Lucia touched her fathers arm, only continuing when he turned to look at her, “You need to call Aro.” 

 

“He will kill her! Carlisle please, this is easily fixed.” 

 

“Edward!” Esme could not ignore her childs actions, Bella was pleading for anyone to hear her out. Esme felt for the poor girl. Alice and Jasper began whispering to eachother, wondering what they would have to do. 

 

“Bella come sit down. We are going to have to take a trip.” Carlisle finally spoke. His head hurting with how the hell he was going to explain this to Aro. 

 

“Carlisle please! If we get this thing out, things can go back to normal.” 

 

“NO!” Bella screamed, “I want this baby. You can change me after, its going to be okay.” Lucia and Carlisle shared a confused look, how Bella didn’t understand that he was more worried about her soul than her choice. There would be no way to get her off this cloud. Edward looked panicked. More ashamed than he could ever admit. He slept with Bella to convince her she could have it all, no transformation required. Now, there would be no other choice. He couldn’t allow it. Still, he tried to placate her, smiling as much he could. Rubbing her back.  Lucia silenced the voices around him. He wanted to be furious, but months of hearing the woman he had once thought was too pure for him be anything but, it was a welcome silence.  

 

“Edward I will not force anyone to do go through something they aren’t ready to. I told you to leave her alone or there would be consequences. She made it easy, and you still followed.” He turned towards his wife, “Esme. We should discuss what we can do.” 

 

Before the couple stepped away, Rosalie rushed back into the house, “Carlisle.” 

 

“Are you alright? Whats the matter?” 

 

“It’s the—the wolves. They’re wondering whats going on.” 

 

“Why would they…” 

 

Edward shut his eyes, pained by his carelessness. Rosalie continued, “Billy said Bella stopped by to see Charlie. Apparently, jet lag wasn’t convincing enough for him.” 

 

“You have got to be kidding me?” Lucia glared at Bella, demanding an explanation. 

 

“Edward needed to feed, I just-I missed my dad. I didn’t think I looked that tired.” 

 

Rosalie scoffed, Alice stood up “Carlisle I know you’re going to talk about the treaty but, I can’t see them. I can’t tell you whats going to happen. Bella too. My gift isn’t working.” 

 

“What do you mean—” 

 

Alice snapped at Edward, “I mean I can only see things that don’t involve either of those… those things. Whatever is inside Bella, I cant see it or anything surrounding it. And I don’t know about the tribe.” 

 

Carlisle nodded, “We can talk about it more when I come back.” Alice and Jasper looked away. Unsure of their own presence in the coven, Rosalie and Lucia stared back and forth between their father and siblings a silent understanding passing between them. “I see, Alice, if I may ask a favor.” 

 

“Sure.” 

 

“Do you think you could stop by and visit some friends of mine? Maybe someone knows how best to handle a situation like this. Esme please, call Aro and explain whats happening.” Esme nodded and disappeared into the other room.  

 

“I’ll look around, good luck.” Alice went around the room hugging both of her sisters, Jasper did the same before disappearing. Both made sure to avoid Edward and Bella, appalled and terrified at the new development they could have never predicted. The couple kept their word asking friends for any advice. There was none to be had, none that would be useful before Bella had her “miracle” baby. 

 

Carlisle managed to calm the wolfpack. While difficult, they managed to placate them as long as they left Forks. Bella tried to protest, afraid of worrying Charlie but was quickly silenced by Rosalie’s glare.  

 

The pregnancy went through quickly. Esme had reached the volturi on a particularly bad day it seemed, Caius was quick to accuse Esme of lying. Regardless of what was true Edward had broken several rules in attempts to save Bella. The Cullens charade at high school clearly a problem, the second Edward saved Bella from the sliding van. Caius was sure there was more to that, Aro found it hard to justify the behavior and went on to say they would be visiting to handle any other situation that arose. Alice called to let them know she had managed to send a few friends their way to help their case, but she could only help as much as she could see and the baby interfered with her gift. Lucia couldn’t disable a gift from something she couldn’t see, if the thing growing inside even had a gift.  

 

It was the near the end of the second week of Bellas pregnancy, her body ballooning at immeasurable rates. Only blood seemed to satisfy her any cravings she had, much to Edwards dismay. This act seemed to be the only thing to convince him that Bella had to be turned. Denali arrived first, followed by the Irish coven. Both ready to stay and talk to the volturi as a favor to their friends, both families refusing to do any more than meet Bella. Renesme was born before Garrett and then Alistair soon after. 

 

“Well, we’ll all be on Aros list now. Centuries on the run and this is why you called for me? Some friendship.” 

 

Carlisle tried to thank his friend, offer a place inside Alistair refused to even look at the child and went into the attic. Bellas transformation had gone well. Both her and her child completely fine. Lucia was able to see Renesmes gift the second Rosalie was handed her as Edward panicked to save his wife. The much larger than ordinary baby reached out to Rosalies face, a glazed look everyone seemed to notice. Rosalie had been supportive of Bellas choice but the touch the child had her robotically taking care of the child. Lucia had now disabled half of her family members gifts, Rosalie’s smothering seeming to abruptly end. Lucia kept quiet, let them argue amongst themselves. Once Bella was awake, Carlisle’s friends were hesitant to help over the strange child that was growing entirely too quickly. Formula had not worked, and much Carlisle’s upset she would take in human blood. Refusing to touch anything else.  

 

Bella had assumed she would bond to this magical baby, but now wanted to do nothing more than to explore her new strengths. Everyone arguing about what to do with the child when she would sleep. Lucia hid from Edward and Bella at every chance, lest she rip both of their heads off in front of their child. She decided to join Alistair as everyone seemed to respect his hideaway in the attic. 

 

“What do you think you’re doing???” Alistairs cool tone shocked, her Carlisle had never pushed him to meet anyone but Esme. But his personality was the polar opposite, 

 

“Sorry, I just— I need to get away from all of that”

“Your family?”

Lucia sat down head in her palms of her hands, “ugh, adopted family. I had no choice in having Edward as my sibling.”

“You-how did Carlisle find you?”

“He never told you? Edwards mom begged him to save her son. I happened walked on in Carlisle changing him. Which—not smart I know, but I didn’t want to die. Not that way. Carlisle seemed like the better option.”

“How old were you?” Alistair tried to seen disinterested. Had it been anyone else, it would have been obvious he was anything but.

“I don’t know. I was in and out of ‘hospitals’ my whole life, I think I was in my 20s. If I play along with the whole high school thing I just do the last two years. Really, I’m shocked the volturi hasnt gotten mad at us sooner.”

Alistair stared at the young woman, curious. He was fighting everything in him to not just run away and apologize to Carlisle later. He had to be more careful. She tried to ask him about his friendship with Carlisle, but Alistair snapped back to his reclusive state. Answering as short and concise as possible.

The following days had Lucia sneaking away whenever possible. As the days passed Lucia grew increasingly worried, pressure was raining down from Edward to return his gift, from Bella to return her child’s gift. Both felt it would help gain people’s trust. Lucia refused, she would not put anyone in harms way by deceit and manipulation. Edward became irritable, it did not help his case. The few friends stayed only out of loyalty for Carlisle. They made that clear. With Alice and Jasper gone it seemed to point toward this being a useless battle. She needed a break, she had never missed sleep more.

Alistair felt himself itching to reach out and comfort her.

“Edward again?”

Lucia shrugged, “it’s everything, everyone…I don’t know. Esme is trying to have me help my ‘brother.’ I think Tanya is debating whether this is worth it. I’m supposed to go hunting today and I’m too…tired I guess?”

“Too tired to eat?”

“Guilt I guess.”

“You really believe you could change their minds?”

“No. But the kid can. I saw my brother go from wanting to destroy her to screaming at Esme to be careful. Esme can barely handle blood. She was trying so hard to not even breathe. And it’s like it knew she was in danger and she reached out and suddenly Esme was fine.

It’s just… it’s not right. And you know that, don’t you?”

“So save yourself then.” Lucia’s head snapped at him, “go to the volturi first.”

“I won’t do that to them. Edward and Bella at this point have made their bed. The rest of my family is clinging to their last shred of humanity left. A family unit. Which is us. All of us.”

Alistair sighed, understanding but worried for his new friend. “So..what are you going to do then darling Lucia.”

“Darling? Who knew you could be charming?” She chuckled but her mood went somber almost immediately, “I don’t know. I wish Alice could have told us something.”

Alistair just nodded. Trying to come up with a plan that benefitted everyone. Lucia took his silence as the end of the conversation, still grateful he allowed her to vent. Even around her family she always had to filter what she said, at least when the matter at hand concerned her now unstable sibling. It was easy to talk to Alistair, simple. She hoped to learn more about him, if they ever made it out of this situation anyway.

“Would you leave your family? To save yourself?”

Alistair went still. Lucia could see his ruby eyes shine with both resentment and fury. This was not a conversation they were going to have, Lucia determined. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—“

“No.”

“Wh—“

“No I wouldn’t.” Lucia nodded, there were some memories better left untouched. Immortality had too many drawbacks, a perfect memory proved often to be a setback. Forcing you to grieve most everything when you had little choice in a new life. Lucia had nothing but poor memory as a human, she had no strings to cut out. Alistair had no choice in what he lost. The strings tying him to his old life tangled a deep resentment inside him, cursing him to refuse any sort of connection lest it be stripped away from him again. Lucia opened her mouth to try to apologize for clearly opening a wound that may never truly heal before he rushed before her covering her mouth with one hand. The other pressed a finger against his lips.

Lucia inhaled as quietly and deeply as she could. Aside from Alistair she could smell Bella, barely hearing her movements. Lucia moved his hand away, confused as to why he would be worried about Bella being there. It suddenly dawned on her that she had told you she was going to go hunting herself. Why would she be here? She was trying to be quiet. Something was wrong. Alistair seemed to understand Lucia’s thoughts and motioned for her to stay there before disappearing quieter than she thought should have been possible.

It had only been a couple minutes before he heard movement from him, “You know you almost had us all fooled.”

“Give it back.” Bella’s shockingly icy tone was enough to jar Lucia from her hiding place, her appearance in her the study seemed to worry Bella’s, her eyes widening. “I thought you were going hunting.”

“I could say the same about you.”

Alistair rushed next to Lucia, handing a piece of paper before silently standing behind her. Lucia tried to ignore the heat she felt rush her cheeks when his hand brushed against hers, it took her a great effort to turn her attention back to Bella.

“What the hell is this?”

“I need you to give me whatever gift I had back.”

“Excuse me?” Bella stiffened at Lucia’s rising tone, as far she was concerned the last person that should be making demands was Bella. They were in this mess thanks to her. “I’m not asking again. Tell me what the hell this is?”

“I’ll save her the trouble. She’s planning on running away.”

“Stay out of this.” She hissed at Alistair which brought out an echoing snarl from Lucia.

“You cannot be serious. Tell me he’s joking Bella. Tell me this piece of paper is anything else.”

Bella’s lips formed a tight line. She barley shook her head before another growl came out from Lucia’s throat,

“We are risking everything to help you! Why are you doing this?”

“It’s not enough. You know that.”

“But we are trying anyway.”

“No. I need to do this for her. I’m going to give my baby the best chance I have at surviving. And you can help me. You can lie and say that you don’t know where I am. Just give me my gift back. Eleazar told me everything, that I was probably a shield. Shields can protect more than one person right?”

“We don’t know that. And that doesn’t change the fact that our whole family will die if you leave.”

“Oh so now it’s our family? Lucia, please you and most of the family have hated me since Edward brought me here.”

“Even then we are risking everything to—“

“That may be the best thing she can’t do actually.” Alistair spoke up. Lucia’s head snapped to Alistair, the rage in her eyes unmistakable. “No, really. If you can ensure she goes to the volturi they would probably allow her to be in the guard. They could even train her gift.”

The fire burning inside Lucia quieted as she thought about his plan. Bella was in front of Lucia in an instant, “Lucia please.”

“They won’t take Edward. They will have to make an example out of someone.”

“No! he didn’t do anything wrong!”

Lucia grabbed Bella’s shoulders, “Bella. Look at me. I can’t even guarantee that they will your child alive. But I promise, if you run away they will find you and they won’t hesitate to kill either of you. If this is going to work then it’s going to be just like your original plan, either way you lose Edward.”

“I—“

“Make your choice girl, everyone will be back soon.”

Bella stepped away from Lucia’s grasp, “Elizabeth is with Esme and Carlisle right now, I’ll pick her up. Where do we meet?”

Alistair suddenly seemed to realize how quickly things were about to change, he fue throat felt tight. The words seemed to die in his tongue. He only vaguely heard Lucia tell Bella where they could meet.

“Are you okay?” Lucia’s hand on Alistair arm made him flinch, maybe Carlisle was right he’d been away from others for too long. Lucia worried she had crossed another line, she cursed herself for destroying any chance of getting any closer to her new friend, she pulled her hand back, a longer hope he would keep her there sparked in the back of her mind. She tried to not let the disappointment show on her face

“If you go to the volturi Aro might take the punishment out on you, you’re smart enough to realize that.” Alistairs voice was softer than his normal already hushed tone, his stare was trained on the floor. Doing his best to avoid looking at Lucia’s eyes, this could not be happening. Not again. He failed at trying to sever the connection he had made in the short time he had known her. Lucia knew the risks. They both knew that much. She couldn’t find the words to say in this situation. She was unsure of what he wanted and if she was being honest to herself so was she.

“I’ll figure something out.” Was all she could muster

“Lucia, with your gift Aro will think you are a liability you cannot be the one that takes Bella.”

“You said it yourself this could be our only solution.”

“They will kill you.”

“But my family will be safe.”

“You know that’s is not guaranteed.”

“Alistair it’s fine. This is my choice. We all have to die eventually. If this is how it happens so be it.” Alistair opened his mouth to protest but Lucia didn’t let him interrupt, “I have to get going Bella should be leaving now. Please, just tell Carlisle what happened.”

“You expect me to let you go?”Alistair finally looked at her, the very thought of her assuming that hurt an ego long buried inside of him.

“Just hoping.” She turned to leave. Alistair wished he could beg her stay, but what right did he have to do that to her, to add more to her already heavy plate? He was nothing to her. He would have to accept he may never know what would become of her. But he could tell Carlisle what had happened he could do that at least.

He stayed frozen in place, Lucia itched to tell him everything would be fine. Almost reaching for his hand before remembering his recoil the last time she had touched him.

“You’ll tell my family?”

Alistair nodded once, “I think I can handle that much.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, “thank you. I hope we can continue our conversations again one day.” She offered a soft smile and nod and disappeared.

Carlisle’s warm home suddenly felt very cold, he tore apart the room to try and find a phone to call Carlisle. He needed to get out of here, quickly. But he made a promise and he would be damned if he messed this up. Something told him Lucia would find her way back. Perhaps, it was time to stop endlessly running.

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Look I’m sorry but this is long enough she can either come back and Alistair stumbles to ask but manages to convince her to go on a walk and eventually you live your cottagecore dreams. Or she does and Alistair is lining for the rest of his life. If she loves it because she convinces Aro that if she dies she will make sure they have no gifts when she goes.

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Woke up at 3pm, decided to look up information about Alistair to pass the time. There is no information in youtube except for a spanish video that was incredibly made. Also, is his name Alistair or Aleister? I saw comments state that. I want to write his name correctly...

I will now use that to get inspired. I was not expecting this what so ever... Why do this twilight character like that though 🫣

[faeriejars]

i cannot be the only mfer on earth that thinks alistair is a little fruity for carlisle

[timetravellingshinigami]

Hyperfixating on these dudes is frustration 'cause no one cares about them

[daystar-by-jacqui-natla]

6. HAMPSTEAD HEATH

ETHAN GRABBED HER HAND, WITH HARDLY ANY STRENGTH TO HOLD ON, and slowly dragged her away from Rebecca as Leah gave her a hostile glare. We trotted through the alleyway and Rebecca disappeared from our view. A racing heartbeat was thumping in my ears, but there was no human near us. I turned my head and Leah's fists clenched by her side, her knuckles white, and her breathing became rapid. I sensed her blood rushing through her veins and it didn't sound happy.

"Stupid leech," Leah muttered under her breath, causing us to stop on our track.

Ethan looked at her, his lips pursed into a thin line together. Seeing him like that - hurt and vulnerable - had made me think about forbidden love a lot more. Making think about Romeo and Juliet. Two people from different families who are alike in dignity. Their ancient grudge breaks into new mutiny. A pair of star-crossed lovers before us. We've heard this kind of story before, and I didn't like the ending.

"Who are you calling a stupid leech, stinky mutt?" Alana asked bitterly.

"Mum!" Ethan replied loudly with anger in his tone.

"You're not helping," Simon whispered.

"Didn't you hear what she just say?" she yelled, throwing her arms in the air. "Who the hell is she referring a stupid leech to? Better not be us."

"If that's the case, then why am I staying with you all?" Leah shouted her question out. Her arms began to quiver. "I was talking about that Rebecca girl if you're interested."

"Thanks for clearing that up," Joseph said quietly.

"Okay," Alana responded. "But she was right though."

"Mum, stop, please!" Ethan shouted back, stung by his mother's criticism.

A shudder rippled through Leah, along her shoulders and down her spine.

"Leah...?" I asked calmly.

Leah shook her head back and forth, not in defiance, but as though she was trying to concentrate.

"Leah, I don't think this is the place to... let it out," Rhona joined in, trying to defuse the situation; Joseph gently pulled her to him.

They were preparing to see the smallish grey wolf bursting out of her. And this would not be ideal. The Volturi guards might still be lurking around here. If there was one thing every vampire reminded me was that they can be sneaky. Real sneaky. I thought of a plan that could help Leah contain her she-wolf. I looked over at the imprintee.

"Ethan, try and calm her down," I said to him.

"But I don't know how, especially when this is happening," he replied, his arms waving back and forth.

I sighed. "You're her boyfriend. You know what calms her down."

As if a lightbulb had switched on in his head, Ethan looked at the shaken woman. He walked towards her and his pale hands gripped onto Leah's arms. He tried to lock his gold eyes on her brown eyes but her eyes were shut and her face was wincing. Then he pressed his lips against hers.

My eyes bulged from my sockets and my mouth fell open. I threw my hands out to them and then shouted, without thinking. "I said calm her down, not turn her on!"

Immediately, I slapped my hands over my mouth to stifle the short scream. Mum and Dad looked at me as did Simon and Alana, with a frozen look of horror on their pale faces. I heard Joseph snickering, along with Rhona's giggling. Ethan removed his lips from Leah's face and they slowly moved their gazes to me. It was as if their eyes were saying 'seriously' to me.

"Alana," Leah said, her tone suddenly turned soft. "You know when I said that what you said was the weirdest thing I've ever heard?"

"Aye?" Alana replied.

"I take that back, that's the weirdest thing I've ever heard." Leah pointed to me.

I smiled, cringed at what I said. "It was the slip of the tongue," I tried to defend whatever dignity I had left and I folded my arms. "Hey, um... Leah, are you calm now?" I asked her, trying to change the subject.

"Yes," Leah replied, a huge smile on her copper face.

"Although I prefer turning her on in private," Ethan replied, smirking.

"Okay!" Alana bellowed, covering her ears; her voice emphasised the 'o'. "I don't want to hear it!"

Joseph's and Rhona's waves of laughter burst louder than before.

"It was the slip of the tongue!" I repeated myself loudly. "Rhona, please get rid of this part of my memory!" I soon begged.

"N-No..." Rhona said through her laughter. "That's something I don't want to forget."

"No fair!" I yelled.

"Let's just go to Hampstead Heath," Dad declared and we all followed him.

~

A chill wind shook new growth on the park trees as I walked past, smelling of spring and optimism, but the contrast with London's human population could not have been starker.

Hampstead Heath wasn't hard to find, and even harder to miss once found. The heath was rambling and hilly, surrounded by embracing ponds, recent and ancient woodlands, a lido, playgrounds, and a training track. The ominous clouds loomed menacingly in the sky, their dark and brooding presence signalling the arrival of an impending storm. The darkness was engulfing and seemed to fully consume any spec of light. Any last hope was gone.

There was no one in the park but an old gent who appeared to be reading a newspaper. The laughter of the children in the park died along with the light of the day. In the darkness, the grass was left to recover from the happy frenetic footsteps, footballs and picnics. The trees swayed, visible against a pale grey sky. Leaves scurried along the path and the breeze became more keen, my body immune to the cold. The park became ever more silvery between the shadows that stretch out as if yawning. Surprisingly the warmth of the spring day was almost nonexistent in London.

Lovely weather for a vampire.

A tall and slender man stood by a withering tree, his dark blond hair scruffily on his head and a beard surrounding his chin and cheek. His red eyes were glaring at the park's dark nature and then at the sky. He was wearing the same clothes he had on when I first met him: a black leather trench coat with worn-out furs on the collar and armhole; a worn-out dark grey hoodie with dark jeans and boots and fingerless woolly black gloves.

Alistair didn't see us entering the park. I first met him at the Cullens residence where the Volturi were heading to them. He was hiding in their attic when I heard footsteps from above. At first, I thought he was one of the Volturi guards that was sent to kill us. And we did have a fight, which I won by the way, and Simon stopped us.

"Alistair!" Simon was the first to speak up, causing Alistair to shoot his red eyes at us. "You've missed out on a great battle."

Alistair placed his hands in his pockets and rotated his body, facing us.

"Siobhan told me what happened," he began. "No war, no conflict whatsoever. The Cullens really had saved the day."

"Actually you saved yourself," I reminded him.

"It's better to be safe than sorry. What are you all doing here anyway? If it's about the confrontation, like I said, Siobhan beat you to it. And you know I hate having company around."

Rhona hummed. "Rebecca did say you're not a social type," she recalled the conversation. "Plus, she said we might find you here."

"Rebecca?!" Alistair sounded shocked as his back leaned away from the tree. "Why was she talking to you all? Why did she tell you about me?"

"Hey, take it easy," Joseph jumped in.

"Look, all I'm saying is that she shouldn't have given my name out like that," Alistair's back straightened, somehow making him taller, and folded his arms. "What do you want?"

"We're trying to find someone," Dad replied.

Alistair shook his head. "Can't help you. Never of him, whoever it is."

"That's odd," Alana said. "Rebecca said you have a distaste for him."

"You mean... No, not him."

Rebecca was surely right about Alistair.

"He may know what's been happening recently," Simon explained.

"Forget it," Alistair replied. "He doesn't like time wasters."

"Neither do I," I replied sternly. "So where is he?"

"In hiding, at the moment. And you're all running errands no doubt?" He chuckled.

"If need be. And they pay well enough." I added laconically.

"Hmm... what sort of problems?"

"What sort of problems do you have?" Leah broached, emphasising the you, wondering if he would ever catch on. "Any situations need clearing up? Difficulties removed?"

"In exchange for information on Astaroth," he mused, shoving the last box out of sight and leaning thoughtfully on the bar. "Hmm... That's dangerous information—"

"I'm a dangerous girl, and right now I'm losing patience!" I snapped, not bothering to hide my irritation.

He scratched his unshaven cheek, not meeting my eyes or my family, not even Leah. I suddenly got the impression he had lost all connection with humanity since his transformation. Except when it was feeding time.

"Well... I do have a situation that needs tidying up," he hazarded. "A retrieval job. Something I ah, forgot to pick up from the cult when I left. It's mine, and I want it back."

"Why don't you just pick it up yourself?" Mum questioned.

A smirk. "Two guesses."

"Astaroth? The Dark Angel?" I quizzed.

"Don't joke about the Dark Angel!" he said, surprising me with his vehemence. "Astaroth ran a lot of operations there. The place has been abandoned and—"

"Just tell me where the item is at the cult," I interrupted.

Alistair glanced about and sauntered closer to us. "It's small," he whispered, "Small enough to fit inside one of the stage lights. The one that doesn't work."

"That's it?" I exclaimed, disbelieving.

Dad took a deep breath. "Okay, we can work with that... How do we get into the cult?"

"With this," he pulled a key from a chain around his neck, dropping it into my hand. "This'll get you in behind the stage area at the back. Return what's mine to me here, and I'll tell the whereabouts of Astaroth."

"I'm sure he'll be glad to hear from you again," Simon commented as Dad pocketed the key.

Alistair grimaced. "He isn't going to. I'll just tell you where to find him. Then it's up to you."

"Okay." I met his eye, smiling sweetly. "And if this doesn't work out, we know where to find you. Don't we, Alistair?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he might have tried a witty comeback until a breeze came through his jacket.

They began to walk away from Alistair while keeping their pace as humanly possible. my body froze in place as I turned to face the darkest corner of the park. There stood a man, thin as a rail, who had been lurking in the shadows the entire time. He wasn't trying to hide, but he was unassuming, blending into the darkness effortlessly.

As I furtively checked my pockets, my eyes were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His black leather jacket seemed to be torn and worn in all the right places. His dark grey jeans hugged his muscular frame, and his black boots completed his ensemble. But it was his blonde hair that caught my attention, and it seemed to be so familiar to me somehow. His pale face was smooth and youthful, but it was his eyes that held me captive. They glowed an intense red in the darkness, making them stand out against his otherwise monochromatic appearance. He appeared to be in his teens, but the muscles concealed by his shirt suggested otherwise.

I couldn't deny it - he was breathtakingly handsome. And then, he looked at me. Our eyes locked, and I felt a chill run down my spine. My heart would have skipped a beat if I was human. His presence was alluring, but in a frightening way. It was like a Venus flytrap, luring in its prey before crushing it to a pulp. He must have known that I was a vampire, or perhaps he was something else entirely. I had no idea who he was, but he knew me. It was like he was a stalker, or a predator, and I was his prey.

Just as quickly as he had appeared, he sighed and stepped back into the darkness. I turned my head and sprinted out of the park, my mind racing with fear and excitement. Who was that mysterious stranger, and what did he want?

Continue to 7. THE CULT

[simpfordemetri]

You Blonde!Leave her alone- Alistair Twilight

He knew,of course he knew he isnt dumb,but he isnt one for love,he didnt experience that,dont even remember what is physical contact.He kept his distance,avoid eye contact and stopped himself from smelling your scent.

You,otherwise,tried to talk to him,maybe they were dumb questions,however it didnt work,but you felt that pull of atracttion to him,and you needed him.

Esme told you he is not a people person,he refuse to talk and socialize with anyone,and she didnt know if that would change just because you are his mate.

-You are not doing good enough Bella-Kate voice brought you back to reality,you were watching them train for the possible fight with the Volturi.-Maybe you need some motivation,where is your sister?Oh!Look at her she is here!!-She said looking at you

You stepped three steps back,swallowing hard as many vampires had their eyes on you.Your nerves were noticed by them and your fast heart beat too…

Before Bella could respond to Kate,someone jumped down from a tree,stepping in front on you protecting you with his body

-You Blonde,leave her alone or there will be consequences-Alistair said looking deeply to her eyes

-Cmon,its just to motivate Bella,nothing personal-Surely Kate didnt mean that at all,but for some reason she was doing that

As a result,Alistair pushes her against a tree,growling and adapting a fight position

-STOP!ALISTAIR TAKE HER AND LEAVE INSIDE- Edward shouted in a try of calming the tense situation Kate created

Alistair turned around grabbing your arm and walking you two to the kitchen

-Are you okay?-He asked without keeping eye contact-Nevermind,see you later-

Even if he runned from you again,he saved you and protected you,and you knew it was a little advance,you just have to wait

[charlottesbookclub]

king of all birds – an alistair story

hey y'all! sorry as always for my very sporadic activity over here 😅

I just wanted to let y'all know that I'm working on a more long-form fic that tells alistair's story from twilight. I really want to get back into my own creative writing endeavors this summer, so I'm using this as a kind of warm-up to get back into the groove of things

since the world, the setting, the basic plot, etc. are already established in canon, I don't have to stress as much about building those things and can focus more on characters and also just finding my creative writing voice again

so I guess you can think of this as kind of a character study that explores alistair's life prior to his transformation and then also a little bit after

I genuinely have no idea if anyone else will read this – I'm mostly writing this as an exercise for me – but I thought I could go ahead and post it here anyway in the off chance that someone else wants to hear my way-too-detailed headcanons about an incredibly niche twilight character 😅😅

anyway, I have like 3-4ish chapters written and I'll probs start posting them here later in the week ☺️

just wanted to give a little heads-up for anyone who might be interested! 🥰

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

🩸Twilight Masterlist🩸

Smut: 🔥🔥

Fluff: 🌸🌸

Heated Fluff: ⭐️⭐️

Friendly: 🌈🌈

Angst: 🌨️🌨️

💙 Collage

💚 Oneshot

💖 Preference/Headcanon

💜 Quotes

💞 Blurb

Alistair

- Masturbation 💚🔥

Felix

- Noncon 💚🔥

Jasper

- Mermaid 💙🌸

Paul

- Bella’s Cousin 💚🌸