#Cullen clan imagines

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How do you think the Cullens would act around a disinterested crush? Maybe they're fated but reader isn't having it lol

(I love your twilight writing btw thank God someone is still doing it 🤤🤤)

ah it has been many moons since I've gotten a twilight request yay!

Cullen Clan Reacting To Their Crush Being Disinterested In Them

Carlisle Cullen

Being alive for just over 400 years tends to give one a good perspective on life and the bigger picture, and Carlisle sure has a pretty good idea of how all things pan out. So you're not interested in him? That's fine, Carlisle can wait for as long as you need to change your mind.

In the meantime, Carlisle will continue to maintain your friendship and continue to show just how hard he's worked to become the kind caring father figure he is. He knows you'll fall for him, eventually.

Esme Cullen

Obviously, she's not going to stop caring about you just because you don't return her feelings. But she might switch up how she shows her affection.

Rather than flirty winks and suspiciously candle-lit wine tastings, she'll back up to more traditionally motherly affections. Making sure you're eating right, baking cookies, etc. And of course, giving you homemade soup when you're sick is still one of her favourite things to do, no need to stop now.

Edward Cullen

Of course, you're not interested, how could anyone love a monster like him? Who did he think he was, thinking he was worthy of your love? Or so his inner monologue goes.

But it's really not that dramatic, it almost never is, Edward just sprung his crush on you suddenly and it caught you off guard. It was largely the excessively long preamble about how he was an irredeemable murderer that put you off first, but of course, he won't realise that until considerably later.

Rosalie Hale

She's a little relieved actually. All her mortal and immortal life, Rosalie has been aggressively pursued by people she wasn't particularly interested in, so the fact that she can crush on someone who isn't really that interested is a wonderful change of pace.

For the first time ever, Rosalie has butterflies in her stomach, she fumbles with her words when she speaks to you, and she feels like a silly, mortal teenage girl again, begging her mother to let her go to the dance just so she can sneak away to catch a glimpse of someone just like you.

Emmett Cullen

You and Emmett had been good friends for a while so when he casually drops a blissful "We should get married" into the conversation, you initially choke on your drink in laughter.

Emmett's a little heartbroken that you'd laugh at something like that, considering that he was being 100% serious. But since you've known him, the both of you have been constantly cracking up jokes, trying to get on each other's nerves, so no wonder you thought this was another one of his pranks. He decides to take this reaction as a blessing, you have no idea he's actually into you, now he knows he has to work out a different way to confess his feelings for you.

Alice Cullen

She's a little confused obviously, having multiple visions of the two of you in a romantic relationship kind of gave her the impression that it might've been going to come true, but your disinterest says something else altogether.

But the worst part is that those damn visions of you and her together keep coming back, taunting her, luring her in deeper to despair with the thoughts of what might be. It's all getting so intense, so she decides to skip town for a bit, see if that changes anything, or at least helps her clear her head.

Jasper Hale

Oh well, so you're not interested in a romantic relationship, so what? Doesn't mean you can't still be friends. Doesn't mean he can't be the charming Southern gentleman he is. Doesn't mean he can't still pull out chairs or open doors for you. Or send anonymous bouquets to your house. Or leave your favourite snacks in your locker when you're having a rough day. Of course not.

It doesn't mean he can't worry about other people who might want to date you. Doesn't mean he can't scare off people who'd be bad for you. I mean, what else are friends for?

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Okay, hello! I love your work so much and wanted to make a request (if they're open let me know if I've been too rude to you dear) for "being Isabella Swan's big/little sister and being Jasper Cullen's mate." BECAUSE, at first he tried to repress that feeling by acting weird around her, and she hated the way he wrinkled his nose every time he saw her. Another thing, she grew up in Forka with Charlie... That's it, I'm sorry if I threw this too hard in your lap 😔. Kisses 💗

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Paring: Jasper Hale X Swan!Reader

A/n: thank you for the request and don't feel bad for requesting, I always love writing for Twilight.

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So first off, I think thst you being Bella's older sister and living with Charlie kinda changes the story a bit. First off there's something special about you, but you living with humans all your life none notices.

You were about two when your parents devorced so when it came to living situations you stayed with your father.

You met the Cullens before Bella even showed up. Like everyone else at Forks High to took notice to the family. You weren't upsets with figuring out their background like everyone else though.

Your first day meeting Jasper was his first day in your history class. The only empty seat left was next to you.

He hesitated as he sat down next you. When he did he tensed up and turned his nose away. You glared at him wanting to know what his problem was. When the bell rang he was out in a flash.

The next few days he didn't show up. When he did he remained silent but didn't turn his nose like you stunk.

Instead of turning his nose away he would silently look at you then turn away before he would get cought. This went on through out the class. You would look at him then look away before he noticed.

The first words you actually exchange words till you had to work on a history project together.

“your name is y/n Swan right?” he asked. You nodded immediately falling for his southern accent. “yeah, and your Jasper”

He smiled slightly. “sorry for being so rued last week” you shrugged. “not a big deal, we all have bad days”

You guys continued to talk and he quickly got comfortable talking to you. He started to fall for everything about you. He knew you were his mate but he started finding small and big details about you that made him enternally thankful it was you.

Jasper took another aproch than his dear brother when it came to relationships. He 'corted' you by becoming friends with you first, you actually became best friends. As your relationship grew you became close to his siblings too, especially rose.

Your first date was the movies and suprisenly you guys just sat there for two hours laughing at the gore in the horror movie you picked.

After your first date he confessed to being a vampire and to his reilef you didn't freak out. He was so scared that you would leave him but he didn't want to lie to you.

“I understand if your scared... But I didn't want to start our relationship with a lie”

I immediately wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. “I don't care, I still want to be with you”

You started officially dating about a month before Bella showed up.

You don't get along with Bella or your mother, so let's just say you weren't thrilled when you found out she was moving to forks.

During the time she started to settle in at home with you and Charlie you spent more time with Jasper and his family. You told Jasper that you two never got along and the hate and neglect your mother caused you.

The first time Bella saw Jasper is when he was picking you up for school. She kept pushing on who he was but you bairly awnsered. “he's my boyfriend, bella”

Dispite Bella and Edward dealing with their problems you and Jasper have a very strong relationship.

You two may not have much in common but that doesn't mean you two don't show interest in each other's Passions.

Your a movie nerd so he'll happily watch any movie with you. He's a history buff and he's was around for most of it so if he wants to talk about something you'll always there to listen.

Speaking of history, it didn't take long for him to open up about him training new borns and Maria using him.

He's very gentle with you at first, he would hate himself if he ever hurt you, but later on in the relationship he's more confident and isn't afraid to touch you as much.

Speaking of which, his kisses are always full of passion and love. His favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead beacuse of how much taller he is than you.

He's always holding your hand. He always needs to be touching you and needs to be close to you. Emmett teases him for being Clingy but it's mostly just an anxiety thing, especially if he's around Humans he needs to ground himself by holding your hand or his arms around you.

If your wondering, Charlie loves him. At first he thought Jasper was weird(much like Edward) but he appreciated how kind and and well mannered he was. He knew he could trust Jasper with you.

Through your relationship with Jasper you had also gained a best friend through Rosalie and Emmett.

Rosalie loved you immediately and took you under her wing. Alice is a loyal friend but your not thst close.

Carlisle and Esme are like your second parents and they love you like your part of the family.

During the events of New Moon Jasper refused to break your heart. He knew that was Edward's plan with Bella, but he's not Edward. Yes they did move but you two stayed in contact. He would call you every day and you'll see each other on weekends.

He came to your graduation during the time the whole family moved then proposed to you a few months later.

Your wedding was unfortunately put on hold due to the who new-born army. It didn't bother you, you understood under the circumstances but Jasper was furious with not only Bella but Edward too. It wasn't their fault, he knew that, but then again Bella made it all about her and ignored the fact the vampires were after you too.

During the battle you were hurt causing Jasper to turn you. He didn't want to and he blamed himself for fighting instead of protecting you.

You loved being a vampire and never once blamed him. And it's a good thing he had experience with New-borns beacuse he was with you every step of the way during your transition.

You had your wedding about four months before Edward and Bella's. You went to Memphis for your honeymoon and stayed out till it was time to go home for the other wedding.

Oh I forgot to mention, Bree survived and since you were now an adult you and Jasper adopted her as your own. Your amazing parents and you three make an adorable family.

Later on in life and when everything was peaceful, no one dying or fighting, you two adpot two twins. They were both infants and needed loving parents.

Jasper is very loving husband and even if being a vampire is hard sometimes you wouldn't change your life for anything.

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william solaire watching carlisle cullen’s create prodigies that act like siblings but are actually dating like some freak foster care matchmaker:

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Twilight next gen: Alice x Jasper vers.

Ezmeralda June Hale Cullen

Faceclaim: Teagan Croft

Ezmeralda is the one and only daughter of Alice and Jasper

Before Ezmeralda was adopted by the Cullen's, she came from a terrible family that treated her like she was invisible and never acknowledged her existence

School for her was also no treat for her either, since she was bullied senseless, teased, and even SA'D

One day after school, a group of girls jumped Ezmeralda and beat her near death.

It was shortly after that that Jasper and Alice found her lying on the floor with a bunch of bruises and blood coming from her lip, nose, and back of her head

Alice turned her after she saw Ezmeralda losing a lot of blood and brought her back home.

After Ezmeralda was turned, she was quiet and scared. Having no idea what happened to her. Luckily, Alice and Jasper helped her through it and explained everything that happened.

After both Alice and Jasper helped and trained her, they introduced Ezmeralda to the rest of the family, where she also met her new cousins

It was overwhelming at first, but as time went by, she grew comfortable and safe with her new family, who accepted her immediately

Ezmeralda is called Ezme, Izzy/Ezzy, Ez, Jem, and sweetie (the last one is what Alice calls her)

Like Elizabeth and E.J, Ezzy is also an introvert and prefers to be in solitude.

When Ezme was turned, she was gifted with invisibility

Liz, E.J, and Ezme are introvert buddies

Ezme is still shy and quiet, but she has her own sense of confidence, especially when it comes to her new family

Jasper taught her self-defense, and Alice teaches her to control her thirst

Ezzy is a daddy's girl

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Meeting you Pt.5

Seeing things nobody can

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The silent night weighed on (Y/N)'s shoulders as she prepared herself for her shift at the hospital the next morning. Alice had a bad day with incessant visions, which helped (Y/N) none to keep calm. The man -Jasper- they (Alice) were (was) waiting for made different decisions that made finding him more complicated than it already was. (Y/N) didn't know why they were waiting to meet the man from Alice's vision. The girl said it was because he was not ready yet, but (Y/N) wasn't sure she knew what he was supposed to be ready for. She surely wasn't ready when she met the younger girl. Nor did the woman feel ready to meet the man, especially when Alice would hold back so much information about him. Alice never really talked about the man she saw in her vision. All she had to say to (Y/N) when she'd ask was that it concerned her too, and sometimes he was her mate, sometimes he wasn’t.

It was all very confusing. 

While the girl was curious, she couldn't blame Alice for trying to hold a secret about what she saw. (Y/N) understood the other girl's power. It was all based on one's decision. Should that person change their mind, the vision would change as well. Plus, she trusted Alice with her judgment. Most of the time, anyway. For eighteen years now that they stuck together, and not once had the pixie-like girl deceived her, sometimes her plans were … special. Never dangerous or treacherous, however. 

(Y/N) would then write about her curiosity to Esther and Thade. It was harder now to send letters, though, with the war going on worldwide. 

The war was making it difficult for everybody—Alice and (Y/N) were no exception. While Alice wanted nothing to do with it, (Y/N) had found a job as a nurse for the repatriated men from the fronts. She helped those who would not see the next day's morning light come to peace with it. Those who would never walk again to see the bright side of things, those who couldn't hear anymore, to learn to speak again. She helped those who were in desperate cases. It was a hard job, but it paid something, and Alice couldn't work at a regular job because she always had some difficulties adjusting to the vegetarian diet. Her control around humans was better but not yet perfect. 

(Y/N) was happy that she'd been rich when she was still human and that the woman only had to work a little bit all her immortal life. Now, the money wasn't for her to worry about. Nonetheless, she still had to keep appearances up. Both girls owned a tiny house near the forest of the small town they decided to live in for a while. It was just right for them.

Alice was sitting at the table, looking at (Y/N) rearranging her bag of medical supplies. Both women were soaking in comfortable silence, but the taller girl could sense the everyday need to ask a question in the back of her throat. It was a feeling she was getting used to with Alice around. The girl sighed.

"Ask away," said (Y/N) without turning to face the other girl.

"How do you do it?" (Y/N)'s head cocked lightly on one side; she still wasn't looking at Alice.

She didn't understand the question. ''Do what?''

"With all the blood around..." Continued Alice.

"Ah," said (Y/N), stopping her from organizing. Her hand went up to her hair, which was barely holding together in a loose braid. She replaced a strand of it behind her ear, thinking about her answer. "The blood doesn't bother me; it never really did."

It was the truth.

Mere months after her turning, (Y/N) had no trouble with her thirst, and while she smelled how human blood did, how delicious and sweet it seemed, she never really urged for it to be her meal. It had surprised her creator, Azaria, how controlled and collected she was. Yet, they never found out how it occurred. (Y/N) thought it was because of her condition of death.

Because, like her, Thade was found by Azaria on a battlefield, and he too was quick to find the control not to kill humans on sight -or smell.

(Y/N) was turned a short while after successfully, but not without difficulties delivering her first -and only- child. Azaria, saddened to see her leave the world without meeting her son at least once, bit her and made it look like (Y/N) died from fatigue, fever and blood loss. The girl often thought it was why she could control herself so well. Esther had once said that maybe it was because she wished to meet her son. While it was a possibility, (Y/N) was not convinced.

The seemingly young woman turned back to her bag. She was supposed to work early in the morning. Plus, she'd heard from Mrs. Lowman about a large shipment. (Y/N) was not usually one to fear people, but she didn't like this war any more than she'd enjoyed the first one. A shudder took her by surprise. The woman could still remember the haunted looks of the soldiers she worked with when she was still in England. She could still hear the terrified screams of the brave men that fought the war on the quietest night.

It took a second for the girl to notice the emptiness uncharacteristic of Alice that she now felt. 

But when she did, she turned around just in time to see Alice slouched dangerously close to falling out of her chair. Then, in a wink, she was near the dazed girl, stabilizing her so she wouldn't fall. Alice's blood-red eyes were unfixed, and her face was blank. It always took them both unprepared when Alice's visions came. (Y/N) wasn't panicking anymore, she was used to it, but it was still hard to get used to it, especially when they made her weak.

(Y/N) patted Alice's hair out of her face, not talking while she recovered from the vision. A lingering doubt comes to nudge her in the ribs, installing itself between her bones. But, of course, it wasn't her who felt that. Knowing that Alice disliked having her emotions played with all that much, (Y/N) didn't work on digging into the reasons for its existence. Instead, she voiced her concern for her friend.

"Are you well?" Asked the empath girl to the smaller one. Alice only nodded. She didn't look -or feel, well at all.

A post appeared on (Y/N)'s marble-like face. She wasn't exactly happy with Alice's lack of verbal answers. This was what Alice did whenever the visions weren't to her liking. This time, at least, she hadn't fallen over.

The sun was slowly peeking over the clouds. The birds were starting to sing a good morning too. (Y/N) passed a finger on Alice's cheek again before walking toward the couch they owned, where her medical bag was still waiting, unarranged enough to be up to her taste. The woman sighed, walking toward the small mirror hung next to the entry door. She toyed with her hair for a moment before signing again and turning to Alice.

"Can I ask for your help? It would seem it's impossible to complete this hairstyle without a second pair of hands." The smile Alice flashed her way was so bright that (Y/N) nearly missed how millions of butterflies seemed to fly in her stomach. Happiness, excitement, Alice.

She liked that one version of her better.

While the dark-haired vampire did her hairdo, the other was pinning her caduceus on her collar's left side, then her rank insignia on the right side. She wouldn't wear her cape long enough for it to go against the strict uniform rules. When Alice finished with her hair and placed the little hat over the bun -she'd insisted on doing it too, (Y/N) made sure that the dress wasn't wrinkled before taking her cape and her bag.

"I don't know when I'll be back," she said, "but if anything happens, or if you need to go hunt, go without me." Alice nodded.

It was their ritual before (Y/N) left the house. She would give her the plan for the day. Alice was one to voice her true feelings, but she didn't have to. She always felt nervous about being left alone. It reminded her of what she'd lived through as a human, even if she couldn't recollect it in any way. But, of course, Alice didn't like not knowing this, which was enough for (Y/N) to make her feel better about it.

The nurse smiled and left in the grayish light of early morning, accompanied by birds chirping and the promises of a sunny day she would not see.

It was the worst day yet of the entire decade for (Y/N).

They had received a big shipment, like her neighbour, Mrs. Lowman, had said. And some soldiers hadn't even made it out of the ship that brought the men home. Meaning that it had been even worst on the way back. (Y/N) didn't want to imagine it.

Nurses and doctors were running around, trying to be everywhere and anywhere simultaneously.

People were crying, weeping, and screaming. There was blood in every space that (Y/N) could look at, and people were ordering other people around without considering anybody else's needs. It was a mess.

The vampire had difficulties hearing herself think and reflect on what she was to go through it all. The seconds she'd entered the hospital, earlier in the morning, she hadn't stopped running. Two of her patients had already died while she was with them. Two others had to be sedated due to their violently psychotic state of panic. One other had tried to strangle her when she'd woke him up, and (Y/N) reacted on instinct. Pinning him down on his bed, growling. She'd soon started to whisper gentle words of encouragement when she realized what she'd done.

Sometimes, (Y/N) really hated to feel every emotion at once.

The worst was the grief, really. It was cold and heavy and sticky and debilitating. The woman knew she would never get used to grieving. Blood was everywhere on her, slowly making (Y/N) realize the gravity of the whole thing. 

She'd seen blood before, lots more even, but now she had to make Alice wouldn't smell it on her. Every breath (Y/N) took to calm the emotions floating around was making her throat ache more. She was terribly good at controlling herself. Otherwise, the whole town would have been wiped out already. That was the only thing that kept (Y/N) going about her day. 

She shivered at the thought of the bloody corpse she would leave behind in the frenzy of her thirst. The hot blood in her throat would finally give her the fullness the woman ignored for centuries, no more thirst. She could start with the closest nurses, every other present in the room was too weak to move, and the screams would not be out of place. Yet. Maybe people would start to know something was up, and little by little, all the screaming and crying would quiet down. By then, it would be too late. They'd already be dead.

No, no... (Y/N) thought for herself, taking hold of her mind yet. She swallowed with difficulty before looking around in the sea of people running around. That sort of thought was not usual for her.

"My legs, my legs!"

(Y/N) rushed to the wailing man's side. He'd just woken up from his surgery and missing both his legs. That was her expertise, the lost causes.

"It's alright, sir. I'll take care of you." She said as she reached the man's side. She could feel his panic bubbling inside her stomach her. Burning everything in hot trails. If she'd been human, she was sure she would have thrown up her meal right there and then. She was lucky she wasn't trembling like the poor soldier was. She took another sharp breath to calm him and herself both.

Today ought to be a very long day.

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At the end of the day, (Y/N) bought another uniform. The one she had was utterly ruined now. It was soaked in blood, and the stenches were surely going to resist all of the washing (Y/N) would do. She'd already changed into the new uniform after taking a quick shower in the hospital's communal bathroom. It wasn't the best idea, but it was better than putting Alice in a worse predicament.

(Y/N) would never have forgiven herself if Alice was put in a bad posture because of her.

The town was quiet when she arrived. Usually, (Y/N) would have taken the bus to come home. But as she was already near the limit of her control, she'd ultimately decided not to. Every light was shut inside the small house the nurse shared with her friend. But when she entered the house, Alice quickly ran up to her. She threw herself into the other girl's arms as if she was to disappear.

"It went all blurry suddenly. as if I was in a smog and couldn't see properly." So the shorter vampire was saying.

"It's fine now." She reassured the brunette, forcing a smile to round her cheeks. Alice's eyes met hers, and a smile crept on her face, mirroring Alice's, after a short second. (Y/N)'s hands reached Alice's shoulders tenderly. She really reminds her of Joan by the way she clung to her. 

"You smell like blood." The pixie-sized girl whined; her naturally red eyes were now pitch black.

(Y/N) apologized, laughing a bit. "Let me change. We'll go hunting after." She promised.

The familiar butterflies emerged inside her stomach as Alice agreed with a load of giggles. She was in a happier mood than she was the whole week. That's good. Thought the nurse as she changed into a more sombre dress. She undid her hair, letting them fall on her shoulder and draping her back before braiding them.

Maybe she had a lovelier vision while I was gone…

A letter rested between the wedding ring she held to and the ribbon Esther had given her back ten or so years earlier on her vanity. It was in her name and wasn't opened. However, Alice had the infuriating habit of opening the letters (Y/N) received when she was bored. So, either this one had just arrived, or Alice had been extremely patient. Either way, (Y/N) was pleased.

She'd read it after her hunt. She was starving.

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Love of the cruel King

A/N: My native language is not English, so I put each of my stories through an app so that it ends up in English.

Also, I've uploaded this story before, on another account but it's defective somehow. So I created a new one

Summary: When Y/N follows her older sister Bella to Volterra , she didn't expect to finde out that she is connected by fate to one of the three vampire kings

Caius Volturi x female!reader

Words: 4.5k

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" The best

place to get lost

is in the eyes

of someone

you've missed."

-faraway

"Now, just to be clear. You want to travel to Italy to save the guy who has been ignoring you for months just because a family member of his tried to eat you?"

Bella looked annoyed at her one year younger sister and tried to ignore her, but Y/N wouldn't let her.

" If he wants to kill himself please , let him do it. It seems to have become fashionable in the last few hours! But if you think I'm going to let you go alone with Dracula's sister, you're wrong dear sister!"

Bella walked past Y/N. " I'm not taking you with me."

Y/N grabbed Bella's upper arm. Both sisters looked into each other's eyes. " Bella you just jumped off a cliff for your ex boyfriend to notice you . That proves I'm the only one of the two of us who can still think straight! So either I get Jacob in here , who will happily help me lock you in your room until our father gets home or you take me with you!"

" You are too stubborn for your own good!" Grumbled Bella, breaking free of her sister's iron grip. " And you too naive for yours!"

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" Don't look at me like that!" Bella stood next to Edward and noticed her sister's annoyed look. Ignoring her sentence, Y/N turned back around and stared at the closed elevator doors.

" The entire Cullen clan will be the death of my sister , me or both of us at the same time."

Jane , Demetri and Felix eyed the young girl. Slightly she shrank under the gaze of the vampires. Because even if she did not want to admit it , the red eyes of the three were not only beautiful , but also intimidating .

"I know that Bella and I are the only humans in a rather cramped room full of vampires, but could you stop looking at me like you're about to really eat me?" Puzzled, Felix and Demetri looked at each other. But then grinned down at the girl. The blond vampire put one of his hands on Y/N's shoulder. " You have quite a bit of courage..." Jane interrupted him. " As long as Aro , Caius or Marcus have not decided whether you should live or die , your survival is uncertain human!" The vampire turned her head boredly to Y/N and back again as the elevator doors opened. Confused, Y/N turned her head to Demetri. "Is she always in such a good mood or does my perfume just not suit her?" " Imagine Felix she becomes one of us , that could be really interesting!" The brown-haired vampire studied the young girl closely and began to smile. "Maybe."

Y/N who was about to ask another question fell silent as the small group stepped through two huge double doors into a throne room. Demetri and Felix meanwhile also became serious again and pushed Y/N a little more in front of them when they noticed her hesitation. Their eyes followed Jane , who stood by a dark-haired boy and seemed pleased with herself. Looking to her left , the young girl held her breath.

Three thrones with their respective guardians stood before her. The vampire in the center rose with a grin that reminded Y/N of the Joker , and approached the small group. If Y/N remembered correctly from Carlisle's stories, the black-haired vampire was Aro Volturi. The vampire sitting behind Aro on the left, wearing the look of a man tired of life, was Marcus Volturi. On Aro's right side sat a blond vampire, whom Y/N identified as Caius.

This one aroused a strange fascination in Y/N. No matter how hard she tried she could not take her eyes off him. Even though she knew she should rather listen to Aro, his words just seemed to pass her by. Meanwhile, Caius looked aggressively in the direction of Alice and Edward, paying no attention to other person.

Goosebumps covered Y/N's skin when the blond vampire noticed that he was being watched. First he looked at Bella with a look full of contempt. Y/N immediately wondered if he would look at her with so many bad emotions as well. Just as she was about to finally release her gaze, Caius turned his attention to the young girl.

Y/N's breathing, which had just been rapid and uncontrolled, returned to normal. The fear she had felt all this time left her body and was replaced by a warmth that Y/N didn't understand and yet if she had to be honest with herself, she didn't want to be. Because the answer to that worried her more than her situation at that moment.

" Brother." Marcus drew all the attention of the room to him with one blow. Aro looked at his brother, startled, but Marcus simply raised his hand. In less than a millisecond , Aro stood in front of him and grabbed his hand .

With a cry of joy, Aro stood in front of Y/N with the same speed. Not having expected this, she stumbled back several steps, startled. Felix and Demetri reacted at the same time and caught Y/N carefully. Confused , she looked at the vampires , wondering why they were so careful with her and not so rough as with the rest. " Brother! Be careful , she is only human after all." Caius voice sounded a bit short tempered and yet there was something in his gaze that Y/N could not describe. Aro on the other hand just nodded and gave the young girl his full attention. " May I?" With a gentle smile, he pointed at Y/N's still slightly trembling hand. She winced at the coldness that enveloped her hand as Aro closed his hands around hers. But she did not dare to pull them away.

Laughing, he let go of her hand and turned to Caius. "This could be interesting, brother!"

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After a small fight in the middle of the throne room, where Y/N had been standing behind a vampire named Alec the entire time, they were allowed to go home. Caius had clearly rebelled against letting Y/N go home, but this interested Aro less. What bothered Y/N the most was that no one had even tried to explain to her what was going on and why Alice and Edward were looking at her as if she would drop dead at any moment. When she couldn't take it anymore on the way home and yelled at both vampires to tell her what the hell was going on, Alice confused her even more by saying, ˋSomething that changed your fate in this world'.

Three months had passed since then and Y/N doubted that anything would happen. She also tried to forget the whole thing, which proved to be more difficult than the young girl had thought. Because every time she closed her eyes she saw Caius in front of her.

That night, too, Y/N had trouble falling asleep, and when she finally did, she was awakened three hours later by a breeze and a huge shadow in front of her bed. Confused, Y/N blinked as she opened her eyes. Only to fly out of her bed with a sharp scream. She had looked directly into the red eyes of Felix Volturi, getting the shock of her life.

Smirking, Demetri circled the human's bed and held out one of his gloved hands to her. " Do you need help?" The blond-haired vampire raised an eyebrow in amusement. Wiping hair from her face , Y/N stood up without help and looked at both vampires annoyed . " No! What I need is a good reason why you stand in my room at night and watch me sleep!" "Actually, we didn't want to watch you sleep, we wanted to wake you up." Felix grinned at her, which Y/N returned with an even more annoyed expression. Demetri laughed. " The reason we are here is because Caius wants you to join him in Volterra." Y/N nodded mutely , scratched her forehead , bent down to pick up her quilt and lay back in bed . " Then I wish you both a safe journey back , because I'm going to lie back in this very bed and go back to sleep! You both know the way out." With that , she closed her eyes and buried her face back into her pillow . Felix sighed, "Aro was right! Things could get interesting with her!" The tall vampire bent down , pulled the blanket off Y/N's body and threw the young girl over his shoulder.

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" A human mate...." Caius grumbled this to himself as everyone waited for Demetri and Felix to arrive with Y/N. " For the last three months you have been trying to deny this brother. Give it up." Aro looked over at Caius in amusement. Marcus turned to Caius as well. " Fate cannot be stopped or changed. Everything has its right and, accordingly, a reason." " Then fate seems to hate me. For I, of all people, am linked to the sister of the Cullens' toy!" Aro pursed his lips for an answer, but he was interrupted by the opening of the door. Smiling, he turned to it and was about to start a greeting, when he fell silent, confused.

" You huge idiot! Put me the fuck down!" Everyone present had to get used to the image that presented itself to them. Y/N was hanging over Felix's shoulder, in her sleeping clothes, hitting his back while insulting him. Felix looked annoyed and Demetri seemed to stifle a laugh.

" Felix, put them down!" Caius grumbled this. Alec , standing next to Aro's throne , tilted his head slightly and eyed Y/N as she stood. " Did you get her out of bed?" Annoyed , Y/N looked at him . " No how did you come up with that? I had the idea of being carried in here in nothing but my pajamas over Bigfoot's shoulders!" Aro cried out laughing and clapped his hands. " You are such a special specimen of a human. I like that!" He turned to face Caius. " So if you ask me brother , fate has sent you the perfect mate."

Confused, Y/N looked around. " Mate?" " You and Caius my love are connected by the red bond of fate . I could see it the moment you looked into each other's eyes!" Marcus looked at her lovingly. Silently Y/N stood there trying to understand exactly what was happening. " That means exactly , just to make my brain understand everything for a moment..." "You and Caius souls complete each other. In other words; you will stay here in Volterra so you will be with him and he will logically be with you!" Aro smiled at her. " Ah" , the young girl turned to Demetri, " Just to be sure... I'm not asleep and this is really happening?" Grinning, the latter shook his head. " You're wide awake!" Slowly, she nodded and looked to Caius. " Do I have a choice?" " No!" " So what's going on right now is, by and large, a kidnapping?" " Yes" " Good to know." Amused, all the vampires watched their master and his mate. " How do you explain my sudden disappearance?" Aro answered the question without letting even a second pass. " On the way to your mother , you died in a car accident."

Silently, she looked around and noticed that no one seemed to be joking. Fear spread through Y/N, but also relief to finally be near Caius again. Being too confused by her own feelings, she simply nodded. As she did so, her surroundings began to spin and she slumped slightly. Y/N realized only now how much everything was taking her and how much her body longed for sleep, which she had not gotten in the last weeks. Caius, who had sensed the change in his mate's behavior, immediately stood in front of her and caught his mate's increasingly flaccid body. Picking her up in bridal style, he looked down at her with concern.

" It is fascinating how in the human mind the separation of two mates shows itself..." Aro had stood next to Caius and was also looking down at Y/N now sleeping body. " Will she be okay?" Aro placed a hand on her forehead and closed his eyes for a moment. " She just needs sleep and your presence , just as you need hers." Nodding , he left the throne room to go to his quarters , where they had cleared a new room for Y/N to sleep in .

Once there, he placed her in a large and soft bed. For a minute he watched his mate sleep. He shook his head and wanted to turn away, but Y/N's hand stopped him. Again he looked down at her. " Is something going to happen to me here or am I going to be turned against my will?" Sleepily , yet worried and with a touch of fear , she looked up at Caius . He shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand he released from his wrist, grasped it and placed it on his non-beating heart. Y/N sat up and moved closer to Caius.

" The connection that binds us is very rare , some vampires never find it in their infinite lives and the ones that do... you can't feel it as a human like I can. When you are a vampire and you find that one person that is meant for you , every second without them is agony." He interrupted himself and put his forehead to Y/N's. The latter didn't flinch, even seemed to relax more. "If the wrong people found out that you were that person for me, Y/N, they would use you against me and kill you. I can't lose you, not after I just found you! So don't be afraid that anything will happen to you here. I will always be there to protect you!" Caius detached his forehead from hers and looked her in the eyes. "Turning into a vampire will be your free decision. I will not make it for you , even though I would love for you to become one of us , so I can have you by my side for eternity."

He lifted her hand , which still rested on his chest , and pressed a kiss on the back of his hand . Before he could get up , Y/N held his hand tighter . "Stay with me... please" Caius hesitated briefly. But he meant to make room for her so that he could lie down with her. Cautiously and with still some restraint Y/N snuggled up to him and fell asleep for the first time in months without waking up every now and then.

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Lost in thought, Y/N let her fingers run over the fabric of the blue Summer dress that Caius had given her only that morning. "Are you all right my dear? You've been lost in your thoughts all afternoon." Athenodora looked at Y/N out of worried eyes. Detaching herself from her thoughts , Y/N studied the older woman before her closely.

Several weeks had now passed since Y/N's arrival. Everyone seemed to really like her, even though she was still human. Even the twins couldn't help but be nice to Y/N, which seemed to shock many. Aro was worried that the twins would be nice. But that thought was quickly misplaced when the Cullens wanted to talk to Aro and the rest of the kings to bring Y/N home and the twins had to be stopped from traveling to Forks and wiping out the Cullens for good. Caius and she spent every spare second he could spare together. Sometimes she just watched him paint his canvases and sometimes they read together in front of his fireplace. Even though Y/N knew that Caius would never admit it, she knew that sometimes at night he would lie down with her and pull her into his arms. After a while, Y/N had to admit to herself that she was starting to feel something for the grumpy vampire king. Which would not be a problem if it were not for his wife Athenodora, whom Y/N met on the second day in Volterra. She treats the young girl like a good , almost like a best friend. While Y/N felt more and more guilty for her feelings towards Caius.

" It's all good. I'm just tired." Athenodora raised one of her eyebrows. "You should know by now that I can hear your heartbeat. So don't even try to lie to me my dear!" Y/N looked at Athenodora and rose from her place at the window of the tower with a sigh. " Aren't you mad at me about Caius?" A silence spread between the two friends for a moment , which was interrupted by the happy laughter of the vampiress. " So I am right in my assumption that you have fallen in love with Caius Y/N?" Ashamed , the young girl nodded , unable to lie to Athenodora . " And also am I right that you feel guilty because I am Caius' wife?" Again the young girl nodded, with her head lowered. Smiling softly, Athenodora stood up and glided lightly towards Y/N to take her in her arms. Pressing the young girl to her chest, she whispered in a soothing voice, "The love that Caius and I once felt for each other has been extinguished for an eternity. We still cherish each other as friends who shared a deeper past. Now he has you and even though Caius would never express it with facial expressions or words, you make him happy. The whole castle seems to be a bit livelier again since you've been around and me, I'm glad to have gained a good friend!" Y/N wrapped her arms tighter around Athenodora's torso.

" Will you promise me something Y/N?" " Anything you want." " That someday you will be ready to become one of us. Because even if you don't see it yet, you're the piece of the puzzle that we've all been missing here." Athenodora noticed the tentative nod at her chest. " I have a confession to make." The vampire broke away from Y/N and looked at her questioningly. " I think about it every single day." Eyes shining with joy, Athenodora hugged Y/N to her again.

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As evening had fallen, Y/N set off for her chambers with Demetri at her side. "Master Caius is in his studio. If you are interested." Smiling, Y/N thanked Demetri , who with an equally warm smile led her to her new destination.

Felix and Santiago stood in front of the high doors of Caius' studio and opened them as soon as they saw Y/N. Caius, who was sitting on a chair by one of the windows, with his painting in front of him, only looked up for a moment to smile at the young girl. But he turned back to his work. He was used to Y/N joining him with a book and reading in front of the fireplace on the sofa. But the young girl had other plans today.

Carefully she let her gaze wander over Caius. He was wearing only a white shirt and simple trousers. The only light that illuminated him was that of the moon, the fireplace was too far away for that and probably had been turned on just for her. Slowly she walked up to him and stood behind him. Caius was about to ask her if all was well, when she put her arms around his neck from behind and buried her face in them.

" I missed you."

Caius paused in what he was doing, putting away the brush and paint palette, he turned his torso a bit, wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist and pulled her onto his lap. With a surprised expulsion of air, she landed in Caius' lap. Examining her, he looked into her eyes. Carefully, she put her arms around his neck again. " Did something happen?" Smiling, she shook her head. "Why do you think something happened?" The vampire tilted his head. " Because this morning , you were still keeping your distance and now you are sitting in my lap." " I had a conversation with Athenodora." " About?" " My feelings for you and the consideration of letting myself be transformed."

Caius sat up a little straighter and strengthened his grip on Y/N's waist so that he didn't hurt her. Y/N noticed her mate's sudden tension and let her hands move from his neck to his cheeks so he would look at her again. " Before you assume the worst why don't you ask me first, Caius." Annoyed , he exhaled . " And what conclusion have you come to?" Amused, Y/N looked at Caius. Instead of answering him directly, she leaned forward and breathed a kiss on his mouth. Surprised, he looked at her. " My realization is that even though you are often in a bad mood , I couldn't imagine eternity with a better mate." " Y/N are you sure..." She interrupted him with another kiss. But when she tried to break away from him this time , Caius put his hand to the back of her head and deepened the kiss. Y/N's hands dropped down from his cheeks to his shoulders. Detaching from Caius , since Y/N still needed air , she bit her lower lip in embarrassment . Grinning , he placed his fingers on Y/N lower lip to free it from her teeth. " Caius..." Y/N's voice trembled. " What do you want Y/N. Tell me and it's yours." Her grip on his top tightened. " I want you and eternity." Looking deep into her eyes his hands moved back to her waist , where he lifted her up and stood with her. His lips settled on hers once more. Y/N hands wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist. Carefully, Caius laid her on the couch in front of the fireplace and leaned over her. His lips parted from those of his mate.

"If I turn you now, you'll never get rid of me." Laughing, she pulled him close to kiss him again. "I love you Caius Volturi!" With shining eyes he looked at her. " I love you too..." Caius lips carefully wandered over his lover's stoner ,moving to her neck and placing a kiss on a sensitive spot . Y/N's eyes closed , her hands buried in the fabric of Caius shirt. With one last look at Y/N, Caius buried his fangs in her neck.

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"Caius, are you all right?" Athenodora had left her tower, having noticed for three days that her husband was standing outside in the middle of a field, looking up at the stars. The vampire did not turn away from the starry sky when he spoke. " Have I made a mistake?" Athenodora looked at him in confusion. " Turning Y/N?" Slowly he nodded. " Caius she will wake up , don't worry . It's been a while , but surely you haven't forgotten how long our transformations were ." Sadly he looked at Athenodora. "What if she remembers that I am not the one she wants at her side? What if she regrets the transformation and demands that I kill her? What if..." " Caius!" Athenodora put a hand on his shoulder. " I spoke to her that day. The girl loves you and no matter what the future will bring you , you will face it together!" " Thank you." "Not for this, Caius. I'll leave you with your thoughts." Again he looked up at the sky. The flowers around him gave him peace, knowing how much Y/N loved them.

A movement behind him made him smile. "I thought you wanted to go inside Athenodora?" Two arms wrapped around his waist from behind and he felt a second body nestle against him. " I am not Dora." Closing his eyes, Caius placed his hands on his lover's. " How long have you been awake?" "An hour. I should take something to eat before I could get to you." Caius nodded silently , turned around , put his hands on Y/N's face and pulled her to him for a kiss. Y/N returned his kiss without thinking twice about it. They both disengaged after a while and rested their foreheads against each other's.

" Dance with me." Caius looked at her seriously and Y/N laughed. " Here , without music?" He nodded. " Here , without music." Grinning, she agreed and so they both began to move to a tune that only the two of them could hear.

"I'm glad he found her." Aro looked down into the garden with a satisfied smile. "And so even the grimmest soul finds its right half."

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Would you ever write an Edward story where he cheats on Bella post Breaking Dawn or they break up because he falls in love with another human after her? Like a few years down the line, he starts to miss Bella’s human scent, softness, etc. and then he meets another singer or someone whose mind he can’t read and becomes obsessed with them. And it’s angsty because they realize he doesn’t really like vampire Bella and what attracted him to her was her “humanness” so now that it’s gone, he loses interest.

Ichor

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x human!witch!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Warnings: major regret, kinda feel bad for bella while writing this 😅, falling out of love, for the sake of this story reneesme doesn't exist, kinda creepy stalker vibe from edward?, but what else do you expect from him 😂, sorry this is short :( been suffering from major writer's block

Words: 1443

There was no warmth of life to Bella, not anymore. Edward had fought against Bella's desire to be like him, an immortal. With her warmth went that oh so sweet honeysuckle scent of her singer blood. He missed nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply and listening to her blood coarse through her veins. Everything was cold and hard and unwelcoming now that she was like the rest of the Cullens.

And while he was able to physically love her without restraint now, there was a gnawing dissatisfaction that burned a hole deep inside of him.

He tried smothering it, not let it grow and feed off his lingering thoughts. Just a harmless, passing thought. They'd taken vows, to love one another for the rest of their immortal lives in front of all their friends and family. Edward thought he got his happily ever after with Bella, his singer.

Never did he imagine that he would miss her mortality so much and so greatly. Profound was his distress over this realization as he experienced grief for Bella's human life once more. This time it lingered. Resting on the precipice of his consciousness.

Try as he may, it creeps into his mind whenever he holds onto her golden gaze. Grateful that Bella's special ability wasn't telepathy like him. It would break her heart if she heard the doubting thoughts that grew louder each passing day.

Edward didn't know the exact start date of this swift change in his mentality toward someone he'd loved and cherished so much that he was willing to face both the wolves and the Volturi in order to protect her.

Immense shame rendered him speechless, unable to seek help or advice from his brothers. He'd never kept such a large secret before from them. They'd always held a sympathetic ear for Edward but. . . if he told them about this, Emmett and Jasper might add onto his guilt. Bella was their sister-in-law. His brothers have proven that they genuinely care for her and accept her as part of the Cullen clan.

The world around him was crumbling. Nothing for him to stabilize himself.

Errands that took him away from town were like a breath of fresh air to his undernourished lungs- well, metaphorically.

His outings lasted longer and longer each time. The distance he put between himself and Bella growing larger.

Until something odder happened to him.

He smelled the blood of a singer once more. Each inhalation a spasming jolt shot through him. A burst of honeyed, reduced him to damn near salivating. Edward had almost forgotten the scent. Almost mistook it for something else.

Akin to an apex predator, he's easily guided to the source of such an alluring aroma that has him blind-sided. He doesn't care in that moment who lay at the end of the trail or of the consequences that may befall him from this encounter.

If it hadn't been for your singer blood, you would have blended in with the rest of the crowd in Port Angeles. A typical human female hanging out with her friends; just like many others that night. Unaware of the glowing eyes of the animal stalking her.

But you weren't like your other friends. With his vampire eyes, he saw the glow of your skin; your aura was blinding. Even Bella's presence wasn't as bright as when he laid eyes on you. His honeypot.

He frantically rifles through the crowd's thoughts, tossing them away when they didn't belong to you.

In pursuing you, Edward was essentially damning himself. Each step he took closer to you was like walking into danger itself. A moth to a flame. For the first time in a long time, Edward felt utterly helpless. Weak even.

Then he heard the ring of your thoughts.

And he smiles to himself, listening in as you contemplate leaving early to go home and finish the book you'd started the other day. How it was getting to the good part. Torn that you were also having fun with your friends though.

Subtly watching you from a hiding spot, Edward simply closes his eyes and focuses on the flow of your thoughts in an attempt to get to know you better. Another human girl with the delicious blood of a god.

Bella checks the time on her phone again.

2 am

Edward had left eight hours ago, not bothering to tell anyone where he was going or taking his phone with him. His behavior was growing more concerning. She'd asked Jasper and Emmett if they had noticed this odd turn in Edward and they too agree that something was up with him. Alice did her best to offer a positive take on the issue. Not even Carlisle or Esme had an answer.

Not too long ago Edward had been so attentive to her, relishing in sharing immortality with her.

Deciding to wait in their shared little cottage home, Bella leaves the main Cullen estate and takes to the small pebbled path that led to her home. She remembers how happy they were when Carlisle gifted the cottage to them when they came back from their honeymoon.

Her fingers lazily trail along the rugged bark of trees. Nails lightly dragging across it.

Their life was perfect now. She fit into his world. So. . . why the sudden distance? This was going on to four months now and the decline was becoming more evident.

Her other hand is anxiously drawn to her chest in an effort to comfort her. Bella could hear the cracks in their marriage and overall relationship.

Edward growls in irritation with himself. What an idiot he was following you home. Stupid that he put everything on the line just to be around you a little bit longer.

He kept bargaining with himself that he was only going to stay for an hour. An hour turned into two, then three. . . Until he was perched atop of a tree across the street from your house.

Exasperated he runs a hand across his face, making his way up the brick steps of the cottage.

He shouldn't have followed you back to your home. Now he had that knowledge of your address.

That meant. . .

So consumed in his inner turmoil, Edward was caught off guard by Bella's voice "Where have you been?"

His eyes round in alarm, the only tipoff to his surprise. "Hunting." Well. . . kind of true.

That was not the answer she wanted. Bella's brows furrow with her disdain. "Edward, what's going on? And don't say that nothing is going on because even the rest of the family has seen the change in you."

Hell, why was he thinking about your fragrance? Likening it to standing at the threshold of the divine and savoring the ambrosial nectar that flowed through the veins of gods.

Had Bella's smelled like that? He couldn't recall.

He forcefully pulls himself back to address Bella. He couldn't keep lying to her. Bella deserved the truth. But it would hurt her once the words left his mouth. It would make everything more real to verbally acknowledge it.

"Bella. . ." Edward must have looked scared and pathetic in that moment. He could see his reflection in her golden eyes. Eyes he'd groan to begrudge. "I really don't know what's going on myself. . . but. . ." Sighing, he ignores the consequences that would follow. "I miss your humanness, Bella. Your softness. The warmth of your embraces. Your scent. . . It's-you're just- just not the same. And those were the parts that I fell in love with. Your humanity was what defined you. That delicate balance of strength and vulnerability that all comes with being mortal."

While he'd kept his tone as gentle as possible, that did little to stop the breaking of Bella's face as her lips curl and tremble. The delicate arch of her brows twitch in an attempt for restraint for despite all the emotions she was feeling, Bella's tear ducts no longer produced tears. As with all vampires.

A tremor passes through Bella. The essence of heartbreak etched itself on her face. "D-Do you still love me?"

In a moment of cowardice, Edward averts his gaze from her making the sorrow she felt boil into fury.

"Answer me, Edward. Do you still love me?" Her hands ball up into fists at her sides.

He struggles to find the words to encapsulate the complexities of his emotions.

The quietude of the cottage seemed to amplify the tension that hung between them.

Bella grits down on the back of her teeth, a burning force behind her eyes that made her desperate to cry. "After everything Edward. . ."

"I'm sorry Bella. . ."

[doetic]

Closer - Edward Cullen x F!Reader (18+)

Plot: (Songfic for Closer by NIN) With a sexually repressed, religious guilt ridden boyfriend, Y/n has to take it upon herself to ensure her sexual needs are met. That is, until he catches her in the act. Warnings: Heavy NSFW, pretty much no plot, reader gets walked in on, Edward is dramatic and grappling with loads of religious guilt, loss of virginity, Edward bruises reader a bit. Word count: 2147

A/N: This is a rewrite of my first smut I had ever written that I posted on my old account @valwentinefics. You can find it here. Reminder that requests are open!

The sunlight filtered through the large windows that made up a majority of the walls in Edward's bedroom, casting a blue haze onto the walls as it filtered through the lush pine trees that surrounded the Cullen's property. Y/n's naked body was lit up by the soft rays as she laid on his couch, her left hand cupping her right breast while her right hand slid down to the slit between her thighs that grew wet with need. Most of the houses inhabitants, the powerful group of vampires known as the Cullen Clan, were out of town visiting friends, which left the beautiful house to Y/n and her boyfriend Edward Cullen, who was out hunting.

Y/n would be lying if she said she wouldn't have rathered it be Edward's hands grasping and rubbing her most needy spots, it was something she fantasized about often. But, Edward was, frankly, a sexually repressed virgin, and sex was far off the table with him. She knew it from the start, having been pulled aside by Edward's two adoptive younger brothers, Emmett and Jasper, who warned her about how much of a prude her boyfriend could be the day the two found out about their relationship. It wasn't a deal breaker though, Edward was an amazing boyfriend in every other regard, so Y/n was fine handling her urges on her own when given the chance.

Her eyes fluttered closed as a single finger poked into her entrance, soon followed by a second, causing a moan to slip through her lips which she had bitten to try to keep quiet out of habit.

Y/n curled her fingers inside of her slowly, hitting her sweet spot as she pumped them in and out. Her imagination took hold of her and she couldn't help but picture Edward above her, one strong hand holding her wrists above her head and his other propping him up as he thrusted in and out of her at a rhythmically quick pace. The thought was enough to elicit a second, louder, moan, this time in the form of his name.

"Y/n?" The familiar voice of her lover caused Y/n to freeze, her hands quickly ceasing their activities, quickly moving to cover her most intimate parts as she darted up into a sitting position, opening her eyes to see Edward quickly look away.

"I'm so sorry Edward, I didn't mean to call you, I just...got carried away," She trailed off, her face being taken over by such a strong flush that it was painful. Y/n wiped her hands with a tissue and quickly got dressed, Edward turning back to face her once her thoughts indicated she was fully clothed.

"Do you do that often?" Edward looked at her quizzically, his expression lacking the disgust Y/n thought he would have.

She looked away from his face at his question, her cheeks continuing their burning as even more blood rushed to them. "Only when I think you'll be gone long enough... Clearly I was wrong this time. I'm sorry..."

Edward gave no response to her apology, stepping closer to Y/n until he was right in front of her. Y/n turned her head to look back at him as he stared at her, deep in thought. As a vampire, Edward always had an air of dominance around him, making everything he did have a degree of intimidation to any observer. Y/n, however, knew him more intimately than a regular person, and she could tell from the look in his light amber eyes and slight furrow of his brow that he was nervous.

"Do you think of me often?" His pale hand slowly reached out to touch her hair, his thumb brushing along the side of her scalp with slow, controlled, hesitant movements.

"Always." Y/n replied, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what would happen next.

With a super speeded movement, Edward gently pushed Y/n down onto the couch, kneeling over her body. A hand moved Y/n's hair and shirt collar away from the crook of her neck, his face placing itself in the supple bend as he inhaled deeply. "You don't know what you do to me Y/n..."

Y/n stayed silent, the wetness between her thighs that she hadn't been able to fully take care of becoming even more unbearable as her arousal grew stronger from Edward's scent and proximity. A hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers softly playing with his hair.

"You make me feel things I know I shouldn't. Sinful things. You're so special, so beautiful, I shouldn't be thinking of violating such a precious gift from God. But still..." Edward moved his head out of Y/n's neck, his arms propping his body up and caging Y/n in underneath him. "I have an empty gash where my soul once was, my whole existence is flawed. But you, you're heavenly."

One of his hands trailed up the side of Y/n's body with a hesitant curiousity, sliding up underneath her shirt and pausing before her braless breast, his index finger and thumb framing the mound. Y/n held her breath as she looked up at her boyfriend who was staring down at his hand with a look of deep contemplation.

"The day I was turned into a monster was the day I was deprived of my access to heaven. I became the oh so feared devil. I tried all I could to redeem myself, to not stray from the path of God more than I already had, but the needs I have remind me I can never again get in his good graces. I'm a demon, and it's in my nature to want to desecrate the holy," He looked back up, his eyes softening when they met Y/n's.

She gave him a soft, encouraging, smile. Her hand moved to his and he let her guide it onto her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I feel like Hades presenting Persephone with pomegranate seeds, damning her to the underworld. Except you don't have a godly mother to save you..." He said remorsefully as his hand toyed with Y/n's breast, the cold of his body mixed with his movements making her clench her thighs together with need.

"Maybe I don't need saving, maybe this is exactly where I want to be," Y/n challenged breathlessly.

Edward's eyes searched Y/n's for something as he sat in silence for a few moments, presumably searching her thoughts for any doubts, his hand on her breast never stopping it's kneading. "Are you certain? This is the forbidden fruit. Theres no going back."

"Edward, for you I'd damn myself to hell a hundred times over." She said with unwavering certainty, each word laced with anticipation.

His hand left her breast, moving to meet his other one at the bottom of her shirt, carefully holding the fabric within both hands. "I know I should reject this, I should tell you you're wrong and send you home, but I don't have the strength." His eyes bore into his hands, the amber hues swirling with deep contemplation.

"If you're that certain I suppose it's okay then, for me to indulge, to take your purity." His concerned eyes looked up to meet Y/n's, giving her ample time to form a protest, but she couldn't find any reason to form one. With no response, Edward's eyes hardened and fists clenched around her shirt's fabric, accepting the permission Y/n was giving him to let go, to indulge, to snap.

"Y/n L/n, I'm going to fuck you like an animal."

With those words he tore Y/n's shirt in half. Seemingly guided by sexual instincts alone, his hands instantly slid up her waist and to her breasts, bringing with it a cold that made Y/n's back arch. His lips met her collar bone, kissing and sucking up to her neck.

Y/n tossed her head back, letting out a cry of ecstasy, one hand grasping onto Edward's white button down in an attempt to keep him close, the other at the back of his head, gripping his hair in pleasure.

A hand trailed down from her breast to her skirt, fiddling with the zipper before ripping the fabric off her body like he had with her shirt with a growl. Y/n couldn't even bring herself to be upset with him for his destructive habits as he moved her panties to the side, revealing her soaked and glistening folds.

His thumb wet itself in her juices before moving to her sensitive clit, rubbing it quickly. His other hand also left it's spot on her breast, collecting her wrists in its grasp and pinning them down above her head to keep her still as she thrashed from the pleasure brought from his assault on her delicate bud.

Y/n's mouth produced a symphony of moans as he rubbed, and they grew even louder when he switched his attention from her clit and carefully slid a finger into her hole, and easy task with how wet she was. Still, he only kept one in for a few moments, curling it slowly before eventually adding a second, continuing his curling movement, ensuring she would be prepared for his cock.

"Edward, please! Stop teasing me like this! I can take you, I'm ready!" Y/n whined, every few words interrupted by loud, desperate moans.

"I'm sorry my angel, it's rude to keep a lady waiting" A devilishly handsome smirk made it to his face, his hesitancy and nervousness almost fully dissipated. Both of Edward's hands moved from their spots to completely undress himself with his super speed before he returned to his spot. One hand returned to pinning Y/n's arms above her head while the other pumped his cock.

Carefully he slid it up and down between her folds, letting her need for him lubricate it before pushing into her with a single calculated and restrained movement.

Y/n breathed heavily as her body adjusted to his large size, and the mere second her thoughts indicated he was okay to move, Edward hoisted her legs onto his shoulders and began to pound into her as if he were taken over by his inner animalistic urges, his grunting and growling moans further solidifying that comparison.

Y/n couldn't do much but take it, unable to form a sentence or thought, his name a never ending prayer spilling from her lips. Her eyes stung with forming tears from the sheer pleasure brought by his relentless pounding, spilling down her cheeks when he used his free hand to rub her clit in time with his thrusts.

"I'm going to claim you, I'm going to mark you from the inside." Edward vowed with a growl, leaning further into Y/n's body, folding her even more in half and allowing for his length to get even deeper inside of her. Y/n could do little other than let out a scream in pleasure. Edward seemed to be enjoying the deeper position too, his hand that was gripping her wrists above her head tightening it's grip to the point Y/n was certain he would leave bruises, the thought of which turned her own further, her pussy clenching around him.

Y/n was greatful for her boyfriends ability to read minds, she doubted she would have the ability to vocalize how close she was to her climax through her endless moans. Luckily, she didn't even have to try.

"You're going to cum for me? Good, I'm going to cum too, I can't hold it much longer." He growled out, ending with a gasp as he pushed in the deepest he had been able to get yet. "Cum for me Y/n," he ordered.

Y/n didn't even have the chance to hold it back, not that she would have wanted to anyways, her body acting on its own to climax the second he barked out his orders. Edward's body seemed to do the same, his thrusts slowing down and his hand letting go of her wrists, both arms propping himself up over her as he looked down at the sweaty and fucked out body of Y/n below him with an unreadable expression.

Y/n felt herself grow empty as he pulled out of her, followed by the trickle of cum flowing out of her achingly sore pussy. She looked up at him with half lidded eyes as she felt a wave of sleepiness take over her body. Even if she wasn't tired she doubted she could even remember how to move with how foggy her brain felt.

Edward brushed a few strands out of her face, leaning in to kiss her forehead tenderly.

"You bring me closer to god."

[chanafehs]

Cullen being forced to dance at clan lavellan is the funniest thing I can imagine during the epilogue thank you

I’m crying it’s my favorite thing andI know Asma will force him to wear dalish clothes too so he shows up like:

[qdbs-writes]

Do you write fem readers?!? 😭 If so can you write some head cannons about the Cullens with a goth s/o

i proudly write for all readers, nonny! and I'm gonna assume this about about trad!goth, but I'll try and make sure this applies to most goth subcultures!

Cullen Clan x Goth!Fem!S/O

Carlisle Cullen

He's confused but supportive. Back in his day, the term 'goth' only applied to the people who sacked Rome, which he'll remind you of regularly, especially if you're visiting the Volturi (who will also assume that you are directly connected to the ancient Goths, and would fear you as a result).

He'd be interested in your genealogy, because he thinks you're connection to the goth style can't be mere coincidence or personal choice, and it wouldn't be difficult to find out either, all he'd have to do is check if you have any Germanic ancestry from the last 2000 years.

Esme Cullen

If you're happy and comfortable, she's happy and comfortable. While it probably isn't her style personally, she's quick to see the benefits. For instance, black is a very easy colour to maintain, particularly with regards to cleaning.

Her only concern is getting you clothes other than black so that you can have something to wear to events that may require specific colours, like if you two are guests at a wedding (she wouldn't want you wearing black as it's bad luck for the couple).

Edward Cullen

Edward himself is basically a diet-corporate goth, so dating you will probably help him develop his own sense of comfort in the style.

The two of you are regularly seen brooding in the Forks CVS, loitering around the hair dye section, silently terrifying all of the elderly people waiting at the pharmacy.

Edward is likely already very familiar with goth music, has absolutely been to some Bauhaus concerts in his time, and probably has a respectable collection of gothic rock records in his room.

Rosalie Hale

It'll be like a Barbie/Oppenheimer-esque clash in aesthetics. I personally see Rosalie with a very Y2K aesthetic, so the two of you walking down the street together might turn some heads.

That doesn't mean that she isn't fully supportive of your style though, and appreciates the philosophy of the aesthetic, how it's a style built on defying expectations of conformity and obedience. In her short life, all Rosalie knew was to dress properly, smile, be open, happy, a willing host, an amusing guest. In death, she's proud to be herself, and even prouder to be with someone so comfortable with dressing exactly how they want, regardless of what others might think.

Emmett Cullen

You dress scary and Emmett loves it. He has regularly compared you to a venomous snake, your black clothes and aggressive makeup mean that almost everyone in Forks steers clear of you. But not Emmett, he's never had the survival instincts to stay away from things that could kill him, in fact, your "unapproachable" style only drew him in more.

Absolutely loves wandering around Forks with you, even if you aren't particularly doing anything. He thinks it's hilarious that some people cross the street to avoid you, it's like having 'scary dog' privileges.

Alice Cullen

She'd seen you in her visions for some time, but she almost didn't recognise you when you started dressing strangely and wearing heavy makeup. At first, it disturbed her, you looked like the sleep-paralysis demons that used to haunt her in the asylum.

Once she gets the chance to meet you in real life, that fear quickly subsides. Through your relationship, Alice learns how much of a safe space goth society can be, and that she can rely on other goths to not be judgemental towards her like so many others are.

Jasper Hale

Greatly appreciates the Victorian-era elements that are incorporated into your clothes, it helps him feel less old. You'll make his day if you show any interest in his clothes and jewellery that he had in life, particularly the more morbid pieces (such as the ring made out of his mother's hair).

If you're looking particularly historical, he'll love to get in his original clothes from when he was alive (except the ""uniform"" that shan't be mentioned), and stroll about Forks with you, arm in arm, like a true Southern gentleman.

[vaamiel]

My commissions are open!

I drew my dragon age protagonists!

I love them all so much 🥹 I figure I might as well write a lil about them so more info below the cut!

(this is quite long so be warned!)

Athon Surana is my warden!

He's a crunchy little bookworm who would much rather be researching or reading than fighting (or sleeping. Or eating. Or brushing his hair. Pretty much anything else).

He's an arcane warrior. Not because he wanted to be a frontline fighter or wield a sword, but literally because it requires less effort and thought than casting spells in combat. That's not to say he's a bad mage - quite the opposite in fact - but he doesn't want to spend the mental energy on fighting when he could much rather use his brain for Other Things.

Zevran is the love of his life, though I think them getting together is more incidental than anything else. Athon would likely have never sought companionship from anyone at all if he was left to his own devices, but he enjoys the time he spends with zev very much!

I imagine he's currently buried under a pile of books somewhere in Weisshaupt. The events of DAD will absolutely happen around him and he won't even bother to stick his head out of the library.

Garrett Hawke is.. well, you know

I love the default name and appearance for Garrett. The more I play DA2 the more it sticks as the only option for his appearance in my mind 🥲

I think my headcanons for him stick pretty close to canon - maybe with the exception I imagine him being even more pro-mage (perhaps even slightly racial) compared to the options you're provided in-game?

Anders is his romance and Garrett is very much All In on his ideals. Tbh I DO headcanon that he put together the plan about the chantry explosion and never stepped in because he supported the action.

I imagine he and Anders are off galavanting around Weisshaupt, waiting for Athon to finish developing a cure for the taint (and annoying Carver until the end of his days, certainly).

Lennox Trevelyan is my latest inquisitor!

He's the oldest of my three inquisitors, and incidentally the oldest of his siblings as well. Getting sent to the tower at a young age was frustrating and I think he held a lot of resentment toward his family and the circle for being caged as he was.

He also lost his faith during his years in the circle, which was quite jarring for someone raised in such a devout family.

That Lennox never saw any of his siblings or his parents again really Messed Him Up for a long time, and left him with a little bit of an inferiority complex and a smidge of abandonment issues 🥲

The inquisition (and his role in it) made things both better and worse - the power never went to his head, but he was certainly a bit of a radicalist when it came to freedom for mages and equality amongst all those under his command.

His romance is Dorian, and tbh with his disbanding of the inquisition, I imagine he went chasing after him to Tevinter (darn abandonment issues strike again), acting as a liaison for Leliana as divine.

Ashiriel Lavellan is my middle child with a weird AU backstory

SO Ashiriel is my one character that breaks a lot of the established lore. She was inspired by an au I built for myself and then never posted anywhere around... 2018? Where Dorian fled Tevinter with the help of the chargers a year or so early.

Ashiriel never imagined herself a mage. She made it 25 years without any magic manifesting, then during a traumatic incident when caught by some nasty noblemen in the forest, she lit them on fire (and half of herself too).

Basically, to cut an incredibly long-winded backstory short, she was rescued by bull and Dorian after they stumbled upon her. The chargers stayed with clan Lavellan for a time, helping Ashiriel heal and defending them as they moved away from Wycome etc.

They don't meet again until the tear etc, but all this sort of informed how I built Ashiriel in the game!

Cullen is Ashiriel's husband and I imagine they live happily ever after in the woods of ferelden, mutually healing from their extensive trauma 😌

Veren was my first inquisitor!

Veren is a precious little baby, new to the world just like me lmao. We both knew nothing going in to inquisition, so I was a stupid dumb dumb idiot and romanced Solas on my first playthrough with her.

We're both not over it.

Veren is a rogue (the only non-mage out of all my protags haha), but because she loved and trusted Solas, she kind of worked heeding his advice the whole game.

The one exception would be the well of sorrows - still reeling from the breakup she decided to ignore him that one time and... Well, we'll see what happens there, I suppose.

You bet your ass she's chasing that stupid egg across Thedas and beyond. Veren is hella determined and will stop at nothing to try to redeem Solas. Or maybe she's in denial, hard to say.

Anyway, I think that's it! If you managed to sit through all this rambling, thanks! Let me know what you think!

[supernatural-dreamer]

The Unnatural and Unexpected (Embry Call x Black! Reader) Pt. 3

A/N: Here we are! Part threee! Nothing much else to add except Enjoy! Like, comment and reblog. Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the next one :)

This is set during Eclipse around newborn battle. This is tailored for a African American/Black female reader specifically, however all are welcome to read..

~Lauren

*All gifs credited to original owner!*

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Part 1

Part 2

Masterlist

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Imagine being Embry’s imprint and tagging along with the wolves to their newborn training session. However, you’re always in for an unexpected surprise when you’re around Bella..

“Take your filthy hands off her.” You turned toward your imprinter, slowly, and began to walk toward him.

“Embry, let me explain. How much did you hear?” 

“Enough to know this bloodsucker thinks he has some claim to you. I knew something was going to happen the more you were around them!” His voice escalates, now beginning to echo through the forest.

Embry was never the type to really lose his temper. He was one of the most even natured members of the pack, so to see him like this was terrifying.

“She did not know, Embry. You have a right to be upset, but if you’re going to take your anger out on someone, take it out on me. I’m the one to blame.” Jasper rationalizes, as he steps in front of you slowly, never once taking his eyes off of the shifter about 10 feet away from him. For a moment, you forgot all about him.

He pushes you behind him as he continues, “Leave (Y/N) out of this and let’s talk about this rationally..” You flinch internally. Wrong button.

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for you! You don’t tell me what to do!” Leave it to Embry to still think clearly and make logical sense, even while pissed.  

And before you could blink, a slender, giant wolf sits directly in front of it, teeth bared and ready to pounce. Then, he charges–making a beeline straight for Jasper -with you still standing directly behind him.  

Oh, shit. 

Suddenly, the wind is being knocked out of you as you're pushed to the side. You feel yourself hit something hard before rolling down something else, you presume stairs, before coming to a stop. 

With half-lidded eyes, you can see both Embry, in shifter form, and Jasper duking it out in the Cullen's own backyard. You honestly couldn’t say a damn thing because what reaction did you expect to this situation? The only thing you could hope for was that they didn’t kill each other-or you.

You feel yourself gently being lifted to your feet by ice cold, dainty hands. After your vision begins to focus, you recognize your savior by their familiar long, blonde hair. 

“Are you alright, (Y/N)? Are you hurt?” Rosalie inquires, as she visually inspects you for injuries.

You notice the rest of the Cullen’s and the wolves, attempting to pull back each respective member of their clan and stop the fight. Watching this spectacle, pure adrenaline kicks in for you and you do the only thing your instincts tell you to:

Run.

“I gotta get out of here. Everything’s a mess!”

“Are you sure? I think Carlisle should take a-.”

“No. I got to go. I can’t stay here.” Something in your tone, this time, resonates with her and she drops her grip on you. 

Reluctantly, she nods in understanding. You return it, affirming her silent plea that you’ll let her know you’re alright. With that, you take off to the front of the house, heading for your car. Hopping in and starting the engine, you speed off–leaving the ensuing chaos behind you. At least, for now.

—-

After Rosalie loses sight of you, and hears the screech of your tires. Her patient demeanor she had with you drops entirely when she turns back toward the commotion.

If there was one thing she could not stand, afterlife or otherwise, is women being hurt because of men’s ego and shenanigans. She also grew to like you and, if nothing else, respected the fact that you did not let any of these supernatural men run circles around you–unlike Bella. 

“BREAK. IT. UP!” Channeling her rage, she speeds over toward the commotion barreling toward both her brother and the shifter, sending them flying in opposite directions like bowling pins.

  This sudden distraction gives her family and the pack the opening they need to pull their members back entirely, finally ending the brawl.

Esme sighed looking at her now destroyed back porch. What a mess.

–

The ride home was a blur to you. Not even the dash of the forest on Jasper’s back could compare, and that was saying something. About five minutes after you left, your phone starts buzzing constantly. Even when you walk in the door, it’s still buzzing. But after texting confirmation to Rosalie you toss it somewhere, ignoring it entirely. 

Thank goodness your parents were downstate at a conference and didn’t have to explain why you looked like who did it and why. Flipping on the light in your bathroom, you take stock of your physical appearance: Your usual put together hair was all over the place. Bloodshot eyes replaced your vibrant (y/e/c) ones. Your clothes had slight tears in them, barely concealing the long bruise and now bleeding cuts on your side, ending mid-back. Now the adrenaline is wearing off you started to feel EVERYTHING. 

You didn’t recognize who was staring back at you. 

Biting back tears, you start to pull out the rubbing alcohol and gauze from the first aid kit. Never in your life had you ever felt so out of control, so fragile, so vulnerable.

And you hated it.

 Maybe it was misplaced, but for right now you wanted no reminders of anything or anyone that made you feel the way you do right now. You couldn’t let anyone see you cry. You wouldn’t let anyone see you cry. 

At least that you could control. 

Hearing a knock at the door broke you from your concentration. Didn’t the unanswered phone calls for the whole day give them the hint: You didn’t want to see ANYONE right now. Whoever was at the door was going to get it. 

Carefully, you maneuver yourself downstairs to not irritate your cut even more.

“Didn’t I make it clear that I wanted to be alone? Why can’t you give me space?” Throwing open the door, the last person you expected to see stood there at your doorstep.

“Because it looks like you need stitches and I know you’re not going to a hospital.” 

“Emily?”

Tags: @fckwritersblock @zoexme

[xxsp3llb0undxx]

Howling At The Moon (Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader , Jacob Black x Sibling!Reader) (Part 1/?)

Disclaimer: Please do not repost my work to other sites or claim as your own, this is purely written from my imagination and from the help of the franchise. All rights of the main storyline goes to the writers and producers of Twilight.

Summary - Reader is a shapeshifter that defied all odds and imprinted on a Vampire but not just any Vampire, Edward Cullen. He had reciprocated her feelings under the conditions of once he had found his mate they would call it ties. When that day came around, Readers brother, Jacob Black, decides he wants to have a little chat with the Cullen boy.

Warning - Heartbreak , VERY angsty , Mentions of nudity

MASTERLIST CULLENS

Things were good for Y/n; or at least as good as they could be. Imprinting on a vampire was probably the hardest thing to get used to, it felt like everything was centred and where it was meant to be; but the physical pain of not being with the person you were destined to be with hurt more than anything, even more than that one time Y/n and Paul got into a little scrap and Paul had accidentally broken three of her ribs; that pain was mild compared to the shattering feeling dancing around Y/n's heart.

It took both Sam and Jacob to stop Y/n from breaking the treaty and rushing to the Cullens land to be with the bronze haired vampire. Jacob felt for his sister, he hadn't had the luck of imprinting yet but seeing her in pain, it broke him. Not only could all of the pack, including himself, hear her thoughts; they could tell how much her heart was longing for Edward. The pack didn't like the Cullens but they would never wish the pain of not being able to be with your destined partner upon anyone in their newfound family of shifters.

Leah understood how it felt, she was in love with Sam when he imprinted on her cousin. They were high-school sweethearts and then everything changed. Leah had brought Emily home for a visit and when she had met Sam, he imprinted on her. He had the same look in his eyes as Y/n, he felt the same things; the only difference was, Y/n knew she would never be able to be with her imprint, it was forbidden. Or that's at least what the elders kept telling her.

Once Y/n had controlled her emotions well enough, Sam had given her the all clear to be able to go back to school on the res. Jacob clung to his sister every chance he got, he wasn't going to let her feel like she was alone in all of this. Thing's were getting better, that was until Y/n had bumped into Edward in Port Angeles, it was a strange place for him to be but she didn't care. The pain in her chest had came flooding back, heat started rising in her body; she felt suffocated, restricted. So, Y/n ran, she ran as far away from any prying eyes.

Once she was far enough away, in some secluded part of town, she couldn't control it anymore. Her skin felt on fire, the wolf inside wanting to break free. A pained scream ripped through her throat, she was scared, she just wanted to go home. Before Y/n knew what had happened, she had fully transformed; her fur was nothing like Jacob's, in fact she almost looked like Sam except for her paws being white. The colour of her coat was the reason behind Jared teasingly calling her 'socks' any chance he got, it was annoying at first but then it became a name of comfort.

Small whimpers rumbled in her throat, she needed to calm down if she wanted to go back to her normal state but the thoughts of her being stark nude once she was back to normal, set of a whole new round of anxiety. What was Y/n meant to do now? Out of the corner of her eye, far into the dark shadows, she saw a figure moving around. Y/n backed up, trying to put distance between her and the unknown shadow. Well, that was until she smelt the scent of lilacs and honey, she could recognise that scent from anywhere; it was Edward. Now why the hell would he be lurking in the darkest corners?

The bronze haired vampire slowly stepped closer to the giant wolf, his hands out in front of him as a way to show her he didn't mean any harm. He could smell the fear, the pain, radiating off of her, if only he had Jasper with him to calm her down. Edward knew Y/n imprinted on him, he knew for a while; it didn't take a mind reader to figure that out. Pun intended. Growls rumbled in the wolfs chest, she didn't mean to do it, it was just instinct for her kind to react that way to the cold-ones. Edward stopped in his tracks, he knew she wouldn't hurt him, it was impossible for them to hurt their imprint; but he was scared, to say the least.

The white pawed wolf bowed her head, signalling to the vampire she didn't mean any harm. A soft smile spread across Edwards face, he was grateful for the small act. He made his way over to her and sat down, a comfortable silence fell between them, neither wanting to break it. A huff sounded from the wolf beside Edward, he didn't know what to do; he wanted to console her, make her feel better but how could he do that? The thought's running around her mind were too fast to keep up with, they were too erratic. Y/n slowly felt more calmer, her heart wasn't beating at an abnormal speed anymore and the scorching heat her body was encased in had died down. She was about to shift back.

So she turned and ran, she wasn't going to let anyone see her butt-naked. Edward was surprised, this is the second time now and Eddie boy being his usual self, he thought it was his fault and he had done something wrong. The only thing Edward could do was chase after her, and that he did. He followed her scent to a small clearing in the forest, Y/n was no longer in her wolf form; she was sat on the floor of the forest with nothing shielding her skin. Edward took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, he had told her to wait there and that he would be back as soon as possible.

Time had seemed to slow down, it felt like hours before Edward had come back; the cold breeze causing Goosebumps to raise on the naked skin. Edward dropped a bag in front of the shifter, he had went out of his way to get her clothes to wear. A small pink hue blushed over her cheeks as she asked the vampire to turn round so she could put the clothes on. Once Y/n had fully changed, she thanked Edward and told him she would pay him back; to which he told her that was nonsense and he didn't get her the clothes just for him to pay him back, he wasn't the type of person to be like that.

With a small nod of her head, she left him standing there in the small clearing alone. Neither of them knowing they were going to be seeing each other again very soon.

[twilightt-fantasy]

new beginnnings [garrett denali]

description: could you do a Garrett x wolf shapeshifter Irish reader where Garrett meets the reader during a visit to the Cullens during the Christmas holidays. This is after the battle to see if Renesmee is an immortal child or not. He finds out that she is a wolf shapeshifter. He thinks she is part of the pack, but Esme tells him that she just became part of their family after her grandfather (who raised the reader by himself, was a friend of the Cullens and knew of the supernatural world due to having many different kinds of shapeshifters in the family) passed away. She is very quiet during the holidays, he thinks it's because he makes her nervous but when she speaks to him on Christmas Eve, she tells him that she just misses her grandfather. He stays for a bit longer and celebrates Christmas with the Cullens and the reader.

requested by: @futurequeen2018-blog

warnings: none

thanks for requesting! merry christmas <3

"you've been staring at her for a very long time." an amused voice came up behind garrett and the vampire jumped, not used to being snuck up on. he whipped around, glaring at esme cullen's teasing expression.

"i'm not staring at anyone." he argued, though his scarlet eyes betrayed him when his gaze fell back on the irish wolf girl sitting alone by the fire.

truthfully, he had been watching her for a couple days now - since he had arrived at the cullens' house in order to witness for bella and edward's hybrid daughter. the girl was quiet, a mystery to garrett. he hadn't seen her speak much to anyone, even the boys that she had to be a part of.

"she doesn't talk much." garrett said quietly, not sure if the girl could hear him or not.

"she doesn't." esme agreed. "though, now that she's lived with us for a while, she has opened up a bit and talks quite a bit when it's just the family."

garrett snapped his attention to esme again, not quite understanding what she was meaning. "she lives here? i bet that pack of wolves love that."

"she's not in their pack." esme shook her head. "she comes from a long lines of shapeshifters and her grandfather - who was a very close friend of mine and carlisle's - raised her. we took her in once he passed."

the vampire thought for a moment, figuring it made sense. she really didn't talk to anyone outside of the cullen clan and avoided garrett like the plague - he figured it was because unknown vampires made the wolf uneasy but maybe she just didn't care for him.

seemed unlikely.

"she's a very kind girl." esme said, though her voice sounded a hint sad. "she's had a hard time since her grandfather passed, though. i think things are just now starting to look up for her."

garrett only nodded in response, his eyes still locked on the girl who'd had his attention for days now. he only wished she would pay attention to him back.

___

"you seem like you're in deep thought." it was the second time someone had snuck up on him in a matter of hours and garrett was really beginning to wonder if something was wrong with him.

this time, though, it wasn't esme. the voice was different, lighter and held a pretty accent. he turned his head, catching eyes with the shapeshifter. she smiled at him briefly, before tucking her head and joining him on a log.

"seems like i'm not the only one." garrett answered after a minute, trying to gather himself from the shock of her starting a conversation with him. "you seem like you're always lost in thought."

"hmm, sometimes i am." she hummed. the girl studied him for a moment. "the holidays are a hard time for me. with christmas just right around the corner, i always think of my family."

"i heard about your grandfather." he nodded, offering silent support.

her lips quirked a bit, almost in a wince, and she dropped her head, letting a curtain of hair fall in front of her face. "yeah, he meant a lot to me. raised me most of my life, so we were really close."

"i imagine." garrett answered. "loss can be hard and dealing with it around holidays can be even harder since you've made so many memories over the years. grieving a little more during this time makes sense."

she lifted her head then, her pretty eyes watching him in interest. it was almost like she was searching for something in him, and she must have found whatever she was looking for because she smiled at garrett, brightly.

"i've been wanting to come up and talk to you, but truthfully, you made me a bit nervous." she giggled, like the idea was absurd now. "but now i can see that there was nothing to be worried about."

a warmth filled garrett's chest as the girl next to him continued to laugh and he felt himself wanting to join along with her. "what made you decide to do it then?"

she shrugged. "it's christmas. what better time to try something new, right?"

"right." garrett answered immediately, and the pair smiled at each other again. garrett had a feeling this was going to blossom into something beautiful, and he couldn't wait to see what it formed.

[embracetranquilityson]

It's been 10 years and I'm still not over them

It's insane.

I've played DA:I at least 6 times, romanced every single romanceable character and though my heart will always belong to Trevelyan/Cullen, I just can't get over Lavellan and Solas.

It's insane. Yes, I'm repeating myself but??? Feelings are difficult. Please tell me that I'm not the only one losing their mind after the new trailer.

I just want to see them talk? Give me some closure, please.

I've done my waiting! Ten years of it! In Solavellan Hell!

I have so many post-trespasser headcanons that I don't even know what to do with them.

There's somewhat of a bittersweet one where Lavellan basically drops everything and returns to her clan to raise their secret child (yes, I know they were never canonically intimate but shhh! A poor soul can dream).

Then there's the dark one where Lavellan is so fed up with the world that she turns 'evil' and delves into dark/blood magic and red lyrium in a futile attempt to fill the void in her heart with raw power.

And lastly there's the one where she simply doesn't give up. It may seem boring compared to the other ones, but can you imagine dedicating years and years of your life to changing your friend's mind? (Friend, yes, because he may have broken her heart but she still cares about him.)

Edit: my brain just remembered a horrible HC in which Lavellan just can't get over the pain and asks to become Tranquil. Yeah. I'm not crying, you are.

I have so many feelings. My partner legit asked me if I'm alright and no? No, I'm not.

Also, this stupid song keeps playing on the radio and it makes me think of them???

"Lately, I have desperately pondered

Spent my nights awake and I wondered

What I could have done in another way

To make you stay

Reason will not reach a solution

I will end up lost in confusion

I don't care if you really care

As long as you don't go"

I don't even know what to say anymore. Send help.

And send some Solavellan headcanons, please! I need to survive until FALL 2024.

[hermitw]

Jjk theories / opinions / thoughts part 3 uwu (they are becoming more stupid and less coherent, let's go)

-Gege began the rumor about sukuna drinking his own milk. It is TOO MUCH OF SOMETHING GEGE WOULD SAY I cannot be convinced otherwise

-Gojo's twink death happened in the prison realm

-kenjaku was involved in founding the star religious group. He's already been making pacts with sorcerers for a thousand years, so putting him in the Nara era isn't a stretch. We already know he made several attempts to interrupt the star plasma vessels. (yes I blame him for every thing ever. His fault. And I think he'd rather watch things crumble than do the work directly bc then it's like a game, unexpected things happen and it's more interesting. Bro is always playing games even with curses smh)

-Hakari would have started a fight club to fund Kirara's transition. Idk if the higher ups would have had issues w trans students or just with Hakari's unconventional domain and methods (not hesitating to lose a foot bc he'll get it back, for example), but Gojo called them a lot of variations of conservative idiots so it seems likely I think. And they left the school before she even came out, bc Panda didn't know.

-kinda unfair that Yuta gets to transfer into Gojo with his best outfit on, he didn't have to dress like Edward Cullen for years to get there (pls don't get offended I swear to God it's a joke but also I do kinda feel this way lmaoooo)

-how the fuck do nanako and mimiko's technique work? They're twins right? I get the feeling like Mimiko can't use one on her own, but she likes to threaten people with her doll and Nanako can hang people with it. I rly wish we got to see them more (I want to believe they survived sukuna bc Geto would have prepared those girls to stay safe, maybe there's just a time lag or something pls)

IN THE AIRPORT SCENE there's even Toji but those girls are not there so that gives me hope I kajahxkakdn (I get that maybe it's Gojo's mindscape but how would he have known that Haibara showed up to Nanami? It's not just his imagination imo, those girls are alive, I need them to be.)

-I miss rainbow dragonnnnnnnn I'm so sad and still mad at toji (despite my theory that he lost himself bc the worm is banana fish I'm just bitter lmao)

-I'm so fucking sad that we didn't get to see Hanami's domain. So I made one up myself but I don't have a name for itnkajsxjskmax I just think Hanami needed a redemption arc like Choso got :(((

-the other dubs are so fkn good that when I'm tired of it I'll just play that shit in another language. The first minute of the series in French tho made me laugh so hard I had to change it. But the exchange event in German was so good

-remember when Megumi brought out Max Elephant against Noritoshi Kamo? It's like. He knew that the blood manipulation weakness was water. Maybe that's a benefit of growing up in one of the 3 major clans.

-I feel like no one ever talks about how Megumi lost Orochi AND one of the demon dogs that was with him since he was a kid when he also watched Sukuna rip out Yuuji's heart. Like we all talk about how he gets more upset over losing animals than people but all 3 of those events at once... I was rly sad at first bc I wanted to see the snake more too.

-Megumi's head bleeding in every fight for most of the anime is meant to represent that his weakness is in his head.

-when it's raining, that shows that the characters are up against something bigger than they are prepared for. (I made a whole list of every use of water and its symbolism but God I feel insane)

-the shibuya arc hurts less to watch after the first 5 times (I think? I'm on My 9th watch and I think 2 1/2 read. It's hard to keep track at this point)

-I want to see the extended mahoraga vs sukuna fight in theaters I'm so jealous oh god

-I cannot be convinced that a single character in this show is heterosexual. Everyone is gay except for hakari ig but he's an ally so

-I think that Miguel and Larue might be together but idk

-kinda weird that no one mentioned nanako or mimiko (like how no one mentioned todo and he was fiiiiiine I knew he was having fun in the culling game the whole time)

-despite how much I love hanami, my favorite animated Gojo scenes are when he is exorcising them. The English dub especially oh god