#series of firsts

[junkdrawerfics]

First Meeting

Jasper Hale X Reader

Series of Firsts

Summary: The first time you meet Jasper Hale is when you get lost in the woods. Is he your rescuer or the danger you should be looking out for, though?

Words: 1712

Note: New series wooh! Hope you guys enjoy!

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Moving to Forks in the middle of summer had its pros and cons.

Pro: You have plenty of time to explore and get to know the area.

Pro: You can adjust to the new home before school starts.

Con: You haven’t been able to meet many people your age and therefore have no friends yet.

Con: You thought it would be nice to take a walk by the woods, but you swear you saw a hurt cat and you tried to help it but it ran away and you followed it and now you’re lost.

The last point may not have anything to do with it being summer, but still.

On the bright side, you did catch the little guy! Not without a few scratches, but you got him.

You perch yourself on a tree stump, a small tabby kitten nestled in your arms, completely tuckered out from running. Careful to not jostle him,  you give him a good once over. It looks like he was maybe clipped by a car, or maybe a bike, dried blood running down one of his legs which looks significantly out of place. 

Poor thing.

Sighing softly, you tuck him back into your lap and glance around. The trees all look the same, and you have no clue what direction you came from. There’s no way to tell what time it is either, since you left your phone at home and the sun is completely blocked out by the clouds. Not the best situation.

At least it’s still light out, you think to yourself. It could be a lot worse. For now, it’s light, you’re warm, and you told your mom you were going out before you did, so she should notice when you don’t come back in a few hours.

If you don’t make it back yourself, that is!

“I don’t suppose you know the way out?” You hum, scratching the small kitten’s head as he raises his head at the sound of your voice. He looks at you with dark amber eyes, barely open.

“Mew.”

“Hm, I thought so.” You shake your head with a fond smile. “That’s okay. Maybe if I just start walking, I’ll find someone.”

The kitten grumbles a little when you pop to your feet. Might as well go with your gut, right? That’s what people usually do in situations like this. So, you go to set off in the directions you think you came from. Hopefully. 

Until you hear a loud snap come from behind you.

Every muscle in your body goes still. The ball of fur in your arms bristles, suddenly far more alert, letting out a quiet, squeaking hiss. It makes your chest tighten, a spark of fear and realization traveling through your bones.

Are there predators in these woods?

“You’ll hit the coast before you find a soul if you go that way.”

The sound of a low, rumbling voice immediately puts you at ease, the tension dripping from your shoulders. Thank the heavens you don’t have to wander even deeper into the woods. There’s no telling how much more lost you could get. You turn to thank your savior, eyes going wide when they land on him.

Pretty. That’s your first thought.

He’s very pretty. For a moment, you could even convince yourself you are just looking at a sculpture abandoned in the woods. He’s tall, very tall, gold hair falling to his sharp jaw, skin shockingly pale in the dim light. His eyes, dark and narrowed, glint with curiosity and maybe a hint of concern as he looks you over.

Heat flares across your cheeks. This feels straight out of some teen romance novel. A handsome stranger comes to the rescue of the damsel in distress. Except, while he is a handsome stranger, you are dressed in an oversized, pastel hoodie with cat scratches all over your face and hands. Not to mention the mangy kitten in your arms who looks like he wants to kill the man.

What a sight this must be for him.

You offer your rescuer a wide, somewhat awkward smile, “Thanks for telling me. I definitely have no clue where I am, if you can’t tell.”

The man tilts his head, brows furrowing, “How’d you end up all the way out here?”

“Well-” You shrug, shifting back and forth on your feet. “-it was just supposed to be a walk, but then I saw this little guy and he looked like he needed help.”

His eyes dart down to the small kitten in your arms, lips twitching in amusement. The fluff ball glares back at him without hesitation. You shuffle him in your arms a little, trying to get him to calm down, but he stubbornly clings to your sleeve so he can see the blond.

“I chased him out here,” you continue, settling for just clutching him against your chest, just in case he tries to be rude. “His leg looks pretty bad and I just couldn’t leave him, you know? I’m pretty sure he needs a vet, but I don’t know how to get back to town. Could you maybe um…”

You trail off. You shouldn’t hesitate to ask for help, you know it’s silly, but you don’t want to bother this guy. What if he was on his way somewhere? Maybe he could just point you in the right direction. But what if it gets dark before you get home? The thought of walking through the woods at night is not one you’d like to live through.

After a hard second of him looking at you, as if trying to figure out whether you’re a threat or not - which feels kind of backwards if you’re being honest - the man seems to soften. His posture loosens and a small, charming smile slants his lips. 

Your heart stutters.

In a very old-school, gentlemanly way, he offers you his hand, “It’d be a privilege to escort you back, miss-?”

You stare at his extended hand, completely oblivious to his question until you glance up and see him watching you expectantly, lips pursed, dark eyes dancing with amusement. 

Oh!

“(Y/n),” you blurt quickly, face going impossibly redder. “My name’s (Y/n) (L/n)! I just moved here.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, (Y/n).” The smile comes back, wider, brighter, and you want to melt. “Name’s Jasper Hale, I’ve lived here quite some time.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, too, Jasper Hale,” you chime, finally taking his hand (much to the kitten’s displeasure). “Especially now. I would've been wandering out here for a long time if you hadn’t showed up. Who knows what’s out here.”

Something flashes through Jasper’s eyes, but he merely smiles and agrees, “You can never be too careful.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time,” you sigh, following him as he starts in the opposite direction you were going to go, “It’s my fault for thinking I didn’t need my phone. It’s just my luck to not have it the one time I need it.”

“Bad luck finds you at the worst times,” he hums wistfully.

“This is your fault,” you whisper down at the kitten, who has settled down a little bit, “You’re not even black, how are you so unlucky?”

He blinks up at you, looking unimpressed. You laugh, scratching his chest softly.

“I think he’s mocking me,” you murmur, “He probably doesn’t even need my help based on the fight he put up.”

“He just doesn’t know what’s good for him,” Jasper chuckles, something fond starting to grow in his chest.

He had been hunting when the scent of fresh blood had drawn him further into the woods. He didn’t even remember moving, hunting it down, nothing until he came to a dead stop there at the edge of the small clearing. That’s where he found you, watched as you slowly, patiently coaxed the angry kitten into your arms.

He doesn’t know what made him stop. What overcame the burning thirst in his throat. But when he laid eyes on you, listened to you talk to the kitten as if it would talk back, felt the gentle positivity coming off of you like pure warmth, it just disappeared.

Replaced with a burning curiosity and something fiercely protective.

Who was this girl he’d never seen before? Why was she all the way out in the woods, at least thirty minutes from the town? Alone? What if something happened to her?

The moment you started walking in the wrong direction, he couldn’t stop himself. Against his better judgment, of course. He couldn’t just let you wander off alone, though. The others will probably be angry with him once he gets back, but at least he can make sure you get home safely.

Which he does.

You stop at the edge of your yard, turning to him with the softest, most genuine smile, brimming with gratitude.

“Thank you, Jasper. Really. I hope this isn’t the last time we meet?” Your eyes glow with so much hope, and he can’t bring himself to deny it.

He should. He should stay far away from you, because something tells him that as much as this new feeling in his chest could be something good, it could also be something horribly dangerous. For you. He should stop it here and now, cut all ties.

But he saw how well that worked for Edward.

So he nods, dares to lift your hand to his lips and press a ghost of a kiss to your knuckles. Jasper can feel your life under his fingers, hear your pulse race, and he expects the thirst to come roaring back, to feel some kind of temptation, but the only thing he feels is your overflowing, bashful joy. And he loves it.

“Until next time, miss (L/n),” he murmurs, and you giggle, “Try not to run after any more injured animals, alright?”

“I’ll try,” you promise, feeling high as a kite.

“Good.” Jasper grins.

He watches you go inside, just to be safe, making eye contact one last time with the furry, little creature still in your arms, right before the door falls shut. It glares at him, tiny tail thrashing.

Unlucky, you said.

Maybe.

You’ll both have to wait and see.

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Next

I'm pretty excited about this new little series! It'll be super simple, just a series about different "firsts" you have with Jasper, ie first kiss, first date, etc. If you want anything specific, let me know!

Also, I know it might be a little unrealistic, but I don't care! That's not what this is about lol

[yanny-77]

Sweet Waters of Spring Part III

I'd intended to publish this for @gwynrielweeksofficial day 1 "firsts" but as usual, I'm behind. Summary: Moments ago, the mating bond snapped into place, and Azriel decides to go for it. Please note that this chapter contains some discussion of the attack at Sangravah. This discussion is not graphic and is only briefly mentioned, but readers should use discretion.

Read Sweet Waters of Spring on AO3: Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Word Count: 8,581 | 3,027

Excerpt:

“It took you long enough,” she breathed.

“For what?” he asked, trembling with restraint. He nuzzled her neck and breathed in. She was divine, like morning dew and freshly fallen leaves. Spring and Autumn warring within her like water and fire.

“For this.” She grabbed his face with both hands and raised herself to him. They were kissing once again. Heat seared through his veins at her touch. Everything had gotten so unbearably tight. 

Azriel pushed up her robes to give himself better access to her body. One of his hands brushed against her thigh, and Gwyn gasped. It was the sexiest sound Azriel had ever heard, and he’d make sure he heard it over and over again, until it was so ingrained in his memory that it stayed with him always.

Thank you to @poisonivy206, Crysania, and @korrinamoe for copy edits!

Link to fic

[melonsfantasyworld]

Day 6: Anniversaries

For @sjmromanceweek I used the interpretation that Emerie and Mor would celebrate each of their "firsts" with each other. So I did a small collection of firsts, titled "I Want Everything With You" which you can read here or below!

🌶️= smut, but only for their last first, titled "First Time"

First Meeting

Emerie is manning the counter of her empty shop in Illyria when the gorgeous high fae blond first walks in. She’s tall, curvy, and her pale skin had a red tint thanks to the cold outside. She gives a dazzling smile to Emerie before glancing around the shop, seeming to realize there wasn’t another soul there. Emerie pushes down the feeling of embarrassment.

“Hi! Can I help you find anything?” Emerie asks politely. The female smiles at her, and Emerie has to remember to breathe for a moment.

“My friend Cassian said you have the best set of gloves for a girl in Illyria.” The female’s voice is husky and sensual, and Emerie wants to hear it somewhere definitively not in her place of work.

“Cassian…the General?” Emerie asks curiously. She tries to rein in her hopes for this female, knowing that it is very possible she’s the one the General had mentioned before, with obvious affection in his voice.

“Yes! He bought a pair of gloves for his mate here and highly recommended it.” The female comes closer to the counter and holds out her hand.

“I’m Mor.” She introduces herself. Emerie tentatively shakes the offered hand, and immediately feels sparks travel up her arm. She never wants to let go of the female, wants to pull her in closer. But she stops herself just in time from making this encounter too awkward.

“Emerie.” Mor’s smile somehow gets even brighter, making Emerie melt on the spot.

“Well, Emerie. I think I’ll have no trouble finding what I need.”

First Training Session

Mor hadn’t seen the gorgeous Illyrian since she had met her in her shop. Emerie. She looks the same yet entirely different, training on the rooftop of the House of Wind. She had the same sharp cheekbones, same long, ebony hair, same dark brown skin, same calculating brown eyes.

Yet, she looked surer in her movements now. She moved with a fluid grace and every swing of her sword was precise, deadly. Her body had filled in some, muscles packing her arms, legs, and torso. Mor tried her best to avert her eyes from her firm ass, but some battles were harder than others. The female Illyrian looked good, strong, and hotter than ever.

Maybe that’s why Mor was uncharacteristically distracted during her own training and allowed Azriel to get a solid hit onto her stomach. Mor swiftly fell to her knees wheezing, signaling for a break.

“Are you alright?” Azriel asks, squatting down in front of her, large wings blocking out the rest of the Valkyries in training. There’s no apology for the hit, since they both know she should know better than allow herself to get distracted.

“I’m fine, just need a moment.” Mor waves off the concerned bat.

“You’re not focused.” Azriel says plainly. Damn him for always seeing past half-truths. She’s never been able to easily lie to him, even when there was nothing to lie about. Mor sees his shadows whisper in his ear, and his lips quirk up into a semblance of a smile.

“Would you prefer to train with the Valkyries?” Azriel asks, and Mor can tell by the glimmer in his eyes that he knows. Instead of admitting her feelings, she snaps back.

“Seems like you would want the same. Do you not want to spend more quality time with a certain priestess?” Mor teases. Azriel’s face closes off, but Mor can tell he’s not mad, only embarrassed that his affections were so obvious.

“Get up, we go again.” Azriel’s monotone voice commands. As she stands, she notices the furtive glances from a certain Illyrian across the training yard. The red head that she’s sparring with also seems highly interested in her and Azriel. Mor smiles to herself as she raises her fist, preparing for Azriel’s attack.

If Mor puts on a bit of a show, well, no one but Azriel needs to know that.

First Date

Emerie was a jittering mess by the time Mor walked into her store. She had closed it down early, not that there had been any patrons. Since Cassian and Mor’s purchases, a few of the women in the camp had come by along with Balthazar and like-minded Illyrians.

The female had taken the time to prepare for her date with the beautiful Morrigan, replaying the scene in the training yard a few days ago. Mor had started to join the Valkyries more and more, eventually sparring with either her, Gwyn, or Nesta. Though every time Emerie was in the ring, she kept getting distracted by Mor’s smile. And her hair. And her chest. Also her hips. Just everything about her distracted Emerie.

When Mor had successful caught Emerie unawares and flipped her onto her back, she had leaned over the Illyrian and asked her on a date in Velaris. Dazed, Emerie could only blink at what appeared to be an angel above her, asking to spend more time with her. So she had said yes.

And now Mor was walking into her store wearing a skintight red dress that barely made it down to her mid-thigh, blond hair curled to perfection. Her lips were painted a killer shade of red, same as the dress, and the obscene cut down the front of her chest left nothing to the imagination. Though Emerie was still imaging Mor in a much different situation.

“You look gorgeous.” The blond compliments. Emerie looks down at her own black dress, modestly scooping her breasts and falling close to her knees, with a slit up the side of her right leg. She had braided her hair back so that she wouldn’t mess with it throughout the night. Compared to Mor, Emerie wasn’t sure if she deserved the compliment, but she embraced it none the less. Who was she to argue with this goddess of a woman?

“You do to.” Emerie manages to stammer out, though her words are far less graceful than the woman’s in front of her. Mor just smiles, and Emerie swears she can see a faint blush staining the high fae’s cheeks.

“Shall we?” Mor holds out her arm, and Emerie rushes to take it. The same sparks that Emerie felt the first time she touched Mor now warm her entire body. They winnow into the art district of Velaris, but Mor doesn’t let go of her arm. The Illyrian decides not to bring it up, holding on a little tighter.

“The first time I saw this part of Velaris, I was overcome with tears.” Mor explains as they leisurely stroll past all the windows with gorgeous artworks in them. Emerie stares wide-eyed, neck straining to better see windows that they’ve already passed.

“I’ve never seen anything like this.” Emerie says eagerly. Mor looks pleased with herself, as if she knew Emerie would be fascinated by all the talent surrounding her.

“It’s one of the many places I love to go in the city. Seeing this, here, it helps me clear my mind on good days, and remind me that beauty can still exist on bad days.”

“I can understand why. Should we go into one of them?” Emerie asks, trying not to sound over-excited about the prospect. Mor nods and steers them towards a smaller gallery with less patrons, and they spend the next hour stopping at each piece that catches their eyes, analyzing and discussing it.

By the time they leave Emerie has relaxed some and is more than ready to eat with Mor. Conversation had flowed easily between them, and Emerie was eager for more. Standing at the front of the art gallery, she waited for Mor to finish a brief conversation the artist had struck up with her.

At the end of the night, when Mor returned Emerie back to Illyria, the two females said their goodnights to each other. Mor embraces Emerie, who quickly returns the hug, and they make plans for another date later that week. When Emerie enters her shop, which has her apartment above it, she pauses for a moment, turning to look for Mor who has already winnowed away. There, lying in neatly wrapped packages, are every piece of artwork Emerie had shown more than a little interest in. Emerie smiles as she starts planning on where to put each piece, and also starts scheming on how to give Mor a proper thanks.

First Kiss

Mor had taken Emerie out for over two weeks, showing the Illyrian all her favorite spots. The brunette had been shy at first, smiling politely and tentatively following along. But now they had grown comfortable with one another, and the Illyrian had started to come out of her shell.

It took everything in Mor to not stare at Emerie all the time, to not analyze how her eyes light up when she spots something that can’t be found in Illyria, or to not stare when she lets out a boisterous laugh. Emerie had quick wit, something Mor could greatly appreciate, and the two often found themselves saying snide remarks and snickering to each other often. Azriel and Cassian had taken to separating them during training sessions, claiming they couldn’t be trusted to pay attention when the other was around.

Now, the two were walking along the banks of the Sidra, talking about everything and nothing. They had touched on the subject of their less than great fathers, and Mor felt had to stamp down her anger towards men too fearful of their own creations. They also talked about their favorite books, and how they like to take their tea. Mor soaked up every detail the Illyrian offered, cataloging it all in her memory.

Their fingers brushed against each other's, and in a moment of boldness Mor takes Emerie’s hand into her own. They smile at each other, neither letting go. Finally, they reached the spot Mor had been walking them towards. It’s a small grove of trees that veer off the main path, towards a smaller one that gets much closer to the river. The small path ends with the trees tapering off and flowers surrounding the edge of the water. It’s not quite a private lookout, but it offers them enough cover to not be seen. Not many people walk this far along the Sidra, or decide to take the smaller path, so Mor’s not too concerned about another couple stumbling along.

“It’s beautiful.” Emerie says in awe. The Illyrian is looking all along the clear water and the flowers around them.

“I thought so too, when I first came here.” Mor replies, but she can’t tear her eyes away from Emerie’s face. She really is referring to the spot she took them to, but Mor can’t help to think that she thought the same of Emerie after first seeing her. It was like there was a tug in her chest, pulling her to the Illyrian, making her forget about any past lover. Emerie notices Mor’s staring, and turns to face her. The Illyrian opens her mouth to say something, but closes it, no words coming out. Mor can’t take it any longer. She grabs the back of Emerie’s head and pulls them close to press a gentle kiss on her lips.

Emerie moans, deepening the kiss when Mor goes to pull back to check in on her. Mor grasps Emerie’s hips, pulling their bodies flush together, and she can feel Emerie’s wandering hands up and down her back. Emerie bites her bottom lip, and Mor gasps. The Illyrian takes the opportunity to take over the kiss, licking at the inside of Mor’s mouth. Mor tries to regain control, kissing back fiercely, but Emerie seems intent on winning this battle.

They continue on like that for a while, reminding Mor of when she was younger and kissing girls whenever her father wasn’t looking. Though this time, the sense of urgency she feels is not because she’s going to get caught, but because there’s this deep-rooted urge in her to make Emerie hers. When they finally part, they’re both giggling, pressing quick pecks on each other’s lips, reluctant to let go.

“I need to get back soon.” Emerie says forlornly.

“Yeah.” Mor absently says, too caught up in petting Emerie’s hair and keeping her close. The Illyrian sighs, head tilting back and eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Mor’s fingers running through her scalp.

“You could stay.” Emerie suggests.

“Hm?”

“When you take me back, you could stay. Maybe keep doing this.”

Mor smiles. “I’d like that.”

First Time

They had agreed to go slow. And for one week they did. Mor would winnow her and Emerie back and forth to training and to Velaris and occasionally, one would spend the night at the other’s apartment. They did nothing more than kiss and some heavy petting, always stopping before things got too heated.

But something about them being in Emerie’s apartment made her feral. Seeing the blond sitting on her couch, drinking her tea, wearing her clothes made her stomach clench. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs looking at Mor’s body sprawled out comfortably. What really got her going was knowing that nobody would disturb them. Her shop had only a few customers and the males in the camp would avoid her at all costs. Unlike Mor’s apartment, which always ran the risk of being visited by one of the Inner Circle, Emerie’s place gave them the most amount of privacy.

We’re going slow. We are going slow Emerie kept chanting in her head as Mor stretched her arms above her, shirt riding up to expose a toned stomach. She’s caught red handed staring when Mor cracks an eye open and smirks. Emerie suddenly believes that the female did it on purpose, wanting to rile her up.

“See something you like?” Mor asks flirtatiously. Instead of answering, Emerie crawls over from her spot of the couch and straddles Mor. She presses their hips together, leaning down as if she was going to give the other female a kiss but then stopping.

“You’re teasing me.” Emerie whispers. Mor starts breathing heavier beneath the female, hands settling on Emerie’s waist.

“What are you going to do about it?” Emerie crashes their lips together, instantly opening up as Mor’s tongue starts tasting her. Her body undulates against the blond unconsciously, and she can feel herself getting wet. Or wetter, considering around Mor she’s always a little turned on.

Emerie breaks away from Mor’s mouth to start kissing on her neck, hands groping at Mor’s large chest. The female beneath her moans loudly, back arching so that her breasts are pressed more firmly into Emerie’s hands. The Illyrian decides there’s too much fabric between the two of them, and quickly works to remove Mor’s shirt. Once the offending garment is off, Emerie suppresses a groan at the realization that Mor was wearing nothing beneath it. She starts pawing at Mor’s breasts again, this time teasing and pulling the nipples to get a groan out of the female.

Bending down, Emerie takes one breast in her mouth while still playing with the other one. Mor’s moans get louder and higher pitched as the Illyrian ravishes her. Emerie gets so distracted by the high fae’s perfect chest that she doesn’t feel her conniving fingers until they are already down the front of her pants, pressing against her soaked pussy.

“Oh.” Emerie exclaims, taking a moment to just pant into Mor’s chest as her clever fingers maneuver underneath her underwear and circle her clit. She grinds her hips into her lover’s fingers before going back to sucking at Mor’s breast with renewed vigor. She switches sides after a minute, using her hand to play with the breast not currently in her mouth. Mor’s other hand caresses Emerie’s hair, the comforting strokes on her head a pleasurable contrast to the firm circles her fingers are doing beneath Emerie’s pants.

“So good. Such a good girl.” Mor murmurs. Emerie preens under the praise and rises back up to kiss the blond. When Mor moves her hand down slightly to slowly insert a finger into her, Emerie can’t concentrate on anything more than just feeling the pleasurable sensation. Mor’s finger slips in easily, Emerie beyond soaking wet for her lover. One quickly becomes two, and Emerie starts swirling her hips.

“Ride my fingers.” Mor commands, and Emerie is helpless to obey. She lets out breathy moans as Mor watches with drooping eyes. Emerie’s hands are still on Mor’s breast, but they are just barely groping now, using all her feeble concentration on sliding up and down Mor’s fingers. Mor starts bending her fingers, smiling victoriously when Emerie lets out a sharp gasp.

“There it is.” Mor keeps hitting that spot inside of her that makes her see stars. Her lover whispers filthy nothings to her, telling her how beautiful she looks and how she wants to see her gorgeous face when she comes. It doesn’t take long for Mor to get her wish, Emerie’s body clenching tightly as she feels her orgasm wash over her.

Emerie falls forward onto her lover, panting to catch her breath. Mor keeps stroking her hair, praising her for how good she was, coming on her fingers. When Emerie can semi-breath normally, she slowly sits up and starts licking down Mor’s body. The high fae squirms under the Illyrian’s ministrations but otherwise lets her continue.

Reaching her lover’s pants, Emerie slowly slides them down her legs, revealing Mor’s glistening pussy. Emerie licks her lips before diving in, licking one long stroke up Mor’s center. Mor gasps and arches, hands going straight to Emerie’s hair. At first she just holds on, but at Emerie’s encouragement, she pulls slightly. Emerie groans and finds Mor’s clit, using her tongue to play with it. Mor thrashes beneath her, moaning loudly.

“Such a good girl. Yes oh my gods, such a good girl.” Mor keeps up a litany of praises and exclamations, spurring Emerie on. She presses down harder on Mor’s clit while using two fingers to enter her tight pussy. Doing the same trick that Mor did on her, she curls her fingers until she finds that spot inside of her lover. It doesn’t take long, Mor’s dangerously bent back letting Emerie know she’s found what she’s looking for. Instead of thrusting her fingers in and out, she just keeps scraping against the spot inside of her while attacking Mor’s clit with her mouth.

“Emerie! I’m going- I’m- EMERIE!” Mor yells, releasing onto Emerie’s face. The Illyrian works her through her orgasm, licking at her until Mor pulls her head away, trembling with oversensitivity. Emerie crawls on top of the blond, gently kissing her way up until their lips lazily meet.

Once Mor stops shaking, Emerie carries her to the bedroom, laying her down gently on the bed. They need to clean up, but Emerie doesn’t feel motivated to do anything else then snuggle behind her lover.

She doesn’t care that they were supposed to be going slow. As soon as they get some rest, Emerie wants to do that again.

[velinxi]

Lord of the Rings fanart! I watched for the first time recently and loved it

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2023) 1.02 | 1.07

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

Can you draw Percy in a shark onesie and Annabeth in an owl onesie? I need it for a fanfic. Happy birthday by the way, I love your art.

They dance 🎶

[sopuu]

canary’s ascent to death

[ruporas]

your love returns in tragedy (ID in alt)

[adorethedistance]

cant waittt for the other parts:))

Ahhh thank you love! It might be a bit bc I got some emotional stuff happening rn but it will happen I swear <3

[nezhanetwork]

based on falseknees' comic :)

[spirk-trek]

I ALMOST SPIT OUT MY DRINK HE REALLY WENT "aww... anyway bye!"

[junkdrawerfics]

First Vampire

that you know of

Previous

Series of Firsts - part 4

Summary: After that night of internet research, you can't get the thought of vampires out of your head. It takes a week, but you eventually gain the confidence to ask him about it. It's a shocking conversation to say the least.

Words: 1275

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“If I ask you something, will you give me an honest answer?” 

Jasper glances at you, brows furrowing, “Of course I will.”

You hesitate, picking at a dead leaf by your shoe. The question has been stuck in your head all week, ever since the night you stumbled across that word. You’ve spent every day since trying to figure out how to ask Jasper about it. And honestly, you’ve come up with nothing. Not a single subtle way to do it.

So you’re here, in a very familiar spot. The place you first met him. It looks a little different, with the trees glowing red and orange among the ever green pines, and with no battered kitten this time. Just you and Jasper, tucked close together on that stump you found.

Another difference - last time you were here, you weren’t scared.

Now you are. 

So scared your hands are shaking. But not because of the possibility of your best friend being a vampire. That thought hasn’t scared you for a second, a fact you are desperately trying to ignore so you don’t feel crazier than you already do. 

No, what you’re really scared of is losing him. Even though you’ve only known him for a few months, you can’t imagine life without Jasper. The day you met, something shifted. In you. In the world. The thought of losing him makes something in your heart ache. 

“Darlin’? Everythin’ alright?”

His shoulder brushes yours, the warm drawl of his voice wrapping around you like a blanket. It brings you back from the mess in your head. His eyes are set on you, molten gold swirling with unbridled concern. Of course he’d worry. Because that’s just who he is. Sweeting, caring, absolutely amazing Jasper.

Vampire or not, you can’t lose him. You just can’t.

“Promise me something?” You request quietly, leaning into his shoulder.

The blond nods, leaning right back into you without a word.

“Promise me that we’ll stay friends no matter what.” Your voice shakes, like your hands, and you can’t bring yourself to look away from them.

Jasper’s face softens. He can feel how nervous you are, not that he needs his ability to tell. Gently, so gently, he brushes his fingers across your cheek, drawing your wide, doe-ish eyes up to his.

“I’ll be here for as long as you want me, darlin’,” he murmurs, cool thumb brushing over your heated cheek, “That’s a promise.” 

You let out a deep, stuttering breath, tension dripping from your shoulders. Hearing him say that settles every anxiety buzzing in your chest. You’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.

So you might as well get it over with, right?

“Are you a vampire?”

Jasper’s touch stills on your cheek. You glance between his eyes, catching the faintest flicker of surprise before he schools his expression into something practiced, calm. Biting your cheek, you have to hold tight to the promise he just made to keep your worries from flooding back.

When Jasper does speak, his voice is calm, quiet, “Would that scare you?”

He watches you carefully, eyes slightly narrowed, almost…uncertain? You’ve never seen Jasper uncertain. He’s always been so confident, teasingly cocky at times. Seeing him like this sparks something strangely protective in your chest.

“No,” you answer without hesitation. You could never be scared of him.

Jasper blinks, another spark of shock flickering across his face. That’s not the answer he expected. He wasn’t sure what to expect. He knew it would come to this, you were too curious for your own good, but Alice wouldn’t tell him what would happen, wouldn’t even give him a hint to how you’d react.

And out of all the possibilities, this is not the one he imagined happening. You, sitting here, looking up at him with determination gleaming in your eyes. Not an ounce of fear, just something desperately hopeful. Something like love.

For a moment he almost thinks his heart starts again.

“You really are something’, aren’t you darlin’?” He breathes, features melting into a smile as he shakes his head. “I don’t know why I expected anythin’ different”

Your brows shoot up and so does your voice, “So it’s true?”

The blond nods, all too amused at how taken aback you look You stare at him owlishly, disbelief swirling with relief, which just makes you that much odder. What a strange human, he thinks fondly, with maybe the poorest survival instincts since Bella.

“So, wait, how- So you’re a vampire. Vampires are real. Are all of you- is your whole family?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And Bella?”

“She knows,” he admits, and you look even more boggled, “Though, I’d like to point out I kept our secret longer than Edward.”

You snort, “How long did he last?”

“Few weeks at best.” He smirks. It’s something he’ll hold over his brother for all eternity.

“Wow.”

You can barely process it. Even though it’s what you suspected, a part of you never thought it could be true. But you’re not crazy. And Jasper is a vampire. They’re all vampires. Your pulse jumps. Does that mean-?

“We don’t drink from humans,” Jasper says, as if reading your thoughts, “My family, we’re…different from others of our kind. We like to call ourselves vegetarians.”

You tilt your head. “Vegetarians?”

“We only drink from animals,” he explains with a humorless chuckle.

Something settles in your chest. You never thought Jasper would hurt someone, you never thought any of the Cullens could, but what are you supposed to think when faced with the reality that vampires exist? It’s a whole different world, one you thought only existed in books, and now you’re living in the middle of it.

“This is insane,” you sigh, slumping into his side, head resting against his shoulder.

Jasper stiffens immediately, but when you don’t move, when you still show no signs of fear, he slowly wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you closer. Warmth spreads across your cheeks.

“You’re takin’ it better than most. Makes me worry,” he hums, squeezing your side teasingly, “You sure you didn’t bump your head, sweetheart?”

The touch sends all your thoughts jumbling, the heat spreading down your neck, “I know it sounds crazy. I’m like freaking out inside, but also not, and I just- I don’t know. You’re my best friend and I love you, and I don’t want things to change, so-”

You freeze. 

You said that. Out loud. To Jasper.

It almost feels like summer with how your whole body flushes. Slowly, you drag your eyes up to his face, to see if he caught what you said, and if the wolfish smirk tugging at the corner of his lips tells you anything, he definitely did.

“If that’s the case,” Jasper drawls, voice teasing as he draws you closer, “I can finally ask you on a proper date.”

“What?” The word comes out as a squeak.

Your brain is short circuiting. Like, completely shut down. Forget the vampire thing. Jasper, your Jasper, the sweetest, most charismatic man you know, wants to take you on a date?

“Now that you know our secret, I’d like to take you on a proper date,” he repeats, and it’s just as unbelievable the second time. “I’d like to pick you up, take you to a nice dinner, and kiss you at the door when I drop you off.”

You inhale sharply, “Yes.”

“Yes?” 

“Yes.”

And just like that, the same day you learn about the Cullens being vampires, you get asked out on your first date with Jasper Hale. A date you immediately go home to get ready for.

You don’t know which part is crazier.

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