Would it be possible to write another Rosalie x reader x emmett fic? Reader would accidentally imprint on the couple and how they deal with the wolf. Sorry English isn’t my first language.
The Invisible String
Rosalie Hale x Emmett Cullen x Female Werewolf Reader
Summary: The relationship between the Cullen family and Quileute shape-shifters becomes complicated when an imprint brings them together once again.
TW: Mentions of death, nudity, violence, and relationships.
The invisible string theory states that certain people can be connected to each other by an unseen bond. This bond can exist for a person's entire life, drawing them closer to the one they were meant for throughout their lifetime.
It is believed that a person needs to endure certain challenges and changes within their life before they are ready to meet their soulmate. The universe has a plan for everyone and it will always work out how it was intended to.
Y/N had been a member of the Quileute pack since her sixteenth birthday. Her transformation had been incredibly difficult for her and fitting in with the tribe was also a challenge. Y/N had been the only female werewolf for years until Leah Clearwater joined the pack.
Leah's arrival made things easier, but Y/N still felt like she didn't fit in with the wolves. Y/N befriended Jacob and they quickly became close, she didn't have many other friends and she cherished their relationship.
Y/N's newfound bond with Jacob helped her to feel closer to the pack. They were her family and should be everything she needed, but she still felt like something was missing.
Y/N learned about the existence of imprinting, she knew that her person had to be out there somewhere, but she began to lose hope as the years went by. She watched as other members of the pack found their imprints, trying to be supportive while feeling her heart break. Y/N figured that there was an exception to every rule and maybe she was it, maybe there wasn't anyone out there for her.
Some people just never got a happy ending and she thought that she could learn to accept that.
Then she met Emmett and Rosalie.
The feeling was impossible to explain, it was like her whole world had been turned on its axis and the ground fell out from beneath her feet. Her entire life had been leading up to this moment, all of her growth, changing and suffering finally felt like it had served its purpose.
Y/N was ready to lay down her life for these people and she didn't even know their names. Edward almost couldn't contain himself when he realized what had happened, looking between them with a smirk.
Y/N stared at Emmett and Rosalie with an awestruck expression. Her heart was racing in her chest and butterflies were fluttering around in her stomach. Y/N was at a loss for words and a part of her just wanted to leave the house and never return.
Jacob felt the change in his friend and looked between the vampires in the room nervously. The newfound bond could be viewed with hostility and he knew that Y/N would never recover if she was rejected.
Y/N had longed to fit in for her entire life and although their life together would never be conventionally normal, it could be beautiful. The relationship would be complicated, but Bella had managed to maintain her relationship with Edward despite their differences. It was possible and Jacob hoped that they would consider it without shutting her down.
Edward scoffed softly, listening to the flurry of thoughts coming from the two werewolves in the room, "This is Y/N and she just imprinted on the two of you," Edward stated, looking over at Rosalie and Emmett.
The room fell eerily silent as Emmett and Rosalie shared a look. Alice smiled to herself as she watched Emmett step away from Rosalie and approach Y/N.
"I'm sorry," Y/N mumbled instinctively.
"Welcome to the family," Emmett smiled, leaning down to wrap his arms around her in a tight hug. He lifted her off her feet, holding her close as her eyes filled with tears.
Jacob smiled softly, glancing over at Renesmee as he remembered what the imprint had felt like. It was overwhelming, but it was also a kind of love that he had never experienced before.
Emmett set Y/N on her feet and rested his hand on her back, guiding her over to where Rosalie stood.
"I'm Emmett and this is Rosalie," He said, gesturing to his partner.
"I'm Y/N," She said softly.
"It's nice to meet you, Y/N," Rosalie smiled.
Jacob watched them as they talked, he wondered if his own imprint had softened them to the idea of Y/N's. He had to admit that his imprint had definitely occurred under some rather extreme circumstances. Jacob hoped that he helped the Cullen family to understand what it truly meant to imprint.
The universe had an intricate plan and everyone had a part to play, allowing things to unfold exactly as they were supposed to. Y/N may have taken more time to find her imprints than other members of the pack, but the waiting was definitely worth it.
...
Y/N slept soundly in the large king-size bed that Rosalie and Emmett had procured for her. Her nighttime activities often left her exhausted and having a private space to sleep in the Cullen home made sense.
Y/N often found herself wandering out of the woods and into their bed in the early hours of the morning. The time that Rosalie and Emmett spent watching over their little wolf while she slept had quickly become their favorite part of the day.
The fridge was stocked with food and the doors were always open for Y/N whenever she needed. Rosalie had even taken up cooking in order to feed Y/N healthy meals while she stayed in their home.
Y/N rarely returned to her own house at this point, instead choosing to spend every waking moment with the Cullens. The family had welcomed her with open arms, never questioning their love for each other.
Their relationship began quickly after Y/N imprinted, the connection between them was elaborate and intense. The vampires were fiercely protective of their mate and made sure that she had everything she could possibly need.
Emmett made his way into the bedroom, smirking when he noticed a small twig sticking out of Y/N's tangled hair. He reached for it before his hand was smacked away by Rosalie, she sent him a look before moving to the other side of the bed.
Emmett and Rosalie got into the bed carefully, trying their best to avoid disturbing their mate. Rosalie picked up her book from the nightstand and opened it to her previously bookmarked page. Emmett laid on his back, smiling to himself when Y/N turned in her sleep and snuggled into his side. Her arm draped across his stomach, her leg slipping between his as she shifted closer to him. Her skin was boiling hot and Emmett enjoyed feeling the heat that radiated from her body.
They stayed with her for hours, simply enjoying their closeness as the sun began to filter in through the large windows. Rosalie had offered to purchase some blinds to keep the sunlight out, but Y/N refused. She liked waking up to the sun, basking in the warm rays as she recovered from her nighttime activities.
The vampires never rushed her, always allowing her to wake up in her own time. Emmett loved to hold her, laying in bed by her side for hours at a time. Rosalie joined them on a few occasions, but she preferred to sit beside them reading books or flipping through magazines.
Rosalie had always been more reserved with her affection, she showed her love through acts of service and gift giving whereas Emmett elected to offer words of affirmation and physical touch.
They were everything Y/N could possibly hope to find and she knew that they were meant for one another.
...
Y/N eventually stirred from her slumber in the late afternoon, snuggling closer to Emmett with a soft hum. He looked down at her with a smile, lips pressing to the crown of her head.
"You finally coming back around, sweetheart?" He questioned.
She nodded wordlessly, eyes fluttering open slowly as she adjusted to the light in the room. Rosalie set aside her book, reaching over to carefully pick the twigs and leaves from Y/N's hair.
"What did you get into last night, my love? You're bringing the entire forest into bed," Rosalie teased softly, setting the debris on the bedside table.
"I don't know," Y/N mumbled.
"Busy night, huh?" Emmett teased, she nodded.
"Do you want me to draw you a bath?" Rosalie offered.
"Only if you join me," Y/N replied.
"I could never say no to you," Rosalie stated, tucking a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. She hummed, tilting her head in the direction of the gentle touch.
"Hey, where's my invite?" Emmett asked.
"She might need two baths with all the debris I just pulled out of her hair," Rosalie mused with a smile.
Y/N opened her eyes as her stomach began to growl loudly, "Jeez, someone's hungry," Emmett laughed.
"I'll go make you something. Why don't you help her get washed up, Emmett," Rosalie proposed.
"It's my pleasure," He smirked, Rosalie shook her head with a smile before she got out of the bed.
Rosalie went to the kitchen in order to make some food while Emmett slid out of the bed. Y/N watched him walk into the ensuite bathroom, listening as he began to fill the bathtub with warm water. He returned to the bedroom after a few minutes, watching Y/N stretch with a large yawn.
Emmett slid his arms underneath her body, lifting her into his arms easily before carrying her into the bathroom. Y/N shivered as he set her down on her feet, "Just a minute, babe," He muttered.
Emmett helped her undress, holding her hand as she stepped into the bathtub before sinking into the warm bubble bath with a sigh. Emmett watched her with a smile, "Hot enough for you, sweetness?" He questioned.
"Perfect," Y/N nodded, settling back against the tub. Emmett sat down on the stool behind her, hands settling on her shoulders as his thumbs kneaded her tense muscles.
Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, "You sore today?" He asked.
"Yeah, but I'll be fine," Y/N said.
"You sure? I can see if Carlisle has anything for you," Emmett offered, still massaging her shoulders.
"No, I'm okay," Y/N assured.
Rosalie made her way into the bathroom with a bowl of fruit and some toast on a tray, "I didn't make anything fancy today," Rosalie stated.
"Everything you make for me is amazing," Y/N assured.
"Let me get out of your way," Emmett said, standing up from the stool, "Mind if I join you in there?" He questioned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Y/N smiled, "Not at all," She said.
Emmett undressed and Y/N moved forward in the bathtub. Emmett settled into the water behind her easily, guiding her body back against his chest as his arms wrapped around her waist.
"Ah, that's the stuff," He sighed.
Rosalie sat down on the stool, poking a fork into a piece of fruit before holding it up to Y/N. She took the fruit into her mouth with an appreciative hum.
Rosalie continued to feed her until the tray was empty, she set it aside and grabbed a magazine to flip through while Emmett helped Y/N wash up.
"Ready to get out?" Rosalie questioned, Y/N nodded.
The blonde stood up from her stool, grabbing a fluffy towel from the rack before holding out a hand to Y/N. She settled her hand in her mate's, rising from the water and stepping out of bathtub.
Rosalie wrapped the towel around her before cupping her cheeks gently, "There, that's better," Rosalie mused. She leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her partner's lips.
"Thank you for taking care of me... Both of you," Y/N said.
"I have never known a greater joy in my life," Rosalie stated, running her hands down Y/N's arms before taking her hands. She gave them a gentle squeeze before tilting her head, "Go pick out your clothes. I bought a few new things for you," Rosalie said. She reached out and grabbed another towel for Emmett from the rack.
"You spoil me," Y/N smiled.
"You deserve it," Emmett replied, stepping out of the tub and accepting the towel that Rosalie held out to him.
Emmett wrapped the towel around his waist before his hands found Y/N's hips and pulled her body closer to him. She smiled, tilting her head up and meeting his lips in a passionate kiss.
Y/N pulled away, looking between her mates, "I'm really happy that I met you two," Y/N said.
"We're happy that we met you two, baby," Rosalie smiled.
Requested by anon: rosalie hale x human girl dating hc?sfw and nsfw 🩷
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The town of Forks had always felt like a cage to you. It was small, suffocating, and damp—a seemingly endless rain that mirrored your own emotional storms. You never expected to find anything here but loneliness and monotony. Then Rosalie Hale walked into your life.
It started with a glance in the school parking lot. You were just a nameless face in the sea of students, a girl who barely registered on anyone's radar. But Rosalie—golden-haired, impossibly beautiful Rosalie—looked at you as if you were something worth noticing. Her sharp, honey-colored eyes lingered a second too long, and your heart stumbled in your chest.
You told yourself not to think about it. She was one of the Cullens: untouchable, mysterious, and as cold as the Washington rain. Yet, as weeks passed, you noticed her more often. She'd lean against her sleek car with an effortless elegance, her gaze occasionally drifting your way. At first, you thought you were imagining things. Why would someone like her ever notice someone like you?
Then she spoke to you. It was in the library, of all places. You were tucked into a corner, struggling through a biology textbook, when her shadow fell over you.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, her voice like velvet.
You looked up, stunned. Rosalie, in all her flawless glory, was asking to sit next to you. You nodded dumbly, unable to form coherent words.
She slid into the chair across from you, her movements graceful and deliberate. For a while, she said nothing, simply pretending to read while you fumbled with your textbook. The silence was charged, and you were hyperaware of her every shift, every breath.
Finally, she broke the quiet. "Biology giving you trouble?"
You glanced at her, startled. "Uh, yeah. It's not really my thing."
She smiled, a small, almost secretive curve of her lips. "I could help, if you'd like."
And just like that, Rosalie became a part of your life. What started as casual tutoring sessions turned into stolen moments in the hallways, lingering conversations in the parking lot, and a friendship that felt anything but ordinary. She was guarded, her sharp edges only softening in fleeting glimpses, but those glimpses were enough to keep you captivated.
It didn't take long for your feelings to deepen. You were falling for her, and it terrified you. Rosalie was dazzling, untouchable, and you were… you. Just a human girl with too many feelings and not enough courage.
The night everything changed was cold and clear, the stars a rare sight through Forks' perpetually overcast skies. She had invited you to her family's house—a modern mansion hidden deep in the woods. You hesitated at the door, nerves coiling in your stomach, but she appeared and pulled you inside with a warmth that contradicted her icy touch.
Her family was… intense. They were all as beautiful and intimidating as she was, their golden eyes tracking your every move. But Rosalie (or Rose, as she liked to be called) stayed by your side, her presence a shield against the overwhelming atmosphere. You couldn’t help but notice the way she relaxed when she was near you, her sharpness softening into something almost tender.
After dinner—a meal she didn’t touch but insisted on preparing for you—she led you outside to the wraparound porch. The forest was alive with nocturnal sounds, a symphony of crickets and rustling leaves. She leaned against the railing, her golden hair catching the moonlight, and looked at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.
"There’s something I need to tell you," she said, her voice low.
You nodded, your heart pounding. "Okay."
She hesitated, her hands gripping the railing. "I… I care about you. More than I probably should."
Your stomach flipped. "Rose, I—"
"Let me finish," she interrupted, her tone sharp but her eyes soft. "You need to know what you’re getting into. I… my family and I, we’re not… normal."
You frowned, confusion mingling with unease. "What do you mean?"
She took a deep breath, as if steeling herself. "We’re vampires."
The word hung in the air, heavy and surreal. You stared at her, waiting for the punchline, but it never came. Her eyes bore into yours, earnest and unflinching.
"You’re serious," you said, your voice barely a whisper.
She nodded. "I understand if this is too much. If you want to walk away, I won’t stop you. But I couldn’t keep lying to you."
You should have been afraid. You should have run. But instead, you stepped closer, your pulse racing for an entirely different reason.
"I don’t want to walk away," you said, your voice trembling but resolute. "I… I care about you too."
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, you thought she might cry. But then she pulled you into her arms, holding you as if you were something fragile and precious. You melted into her embrace, your fears dissolving in the warmth of her presence.
From that night on, your relationship shifted. It was still full of stolen moments and quiet conversations, but now there was an undercurrent of something deeper. You learned about her past, the pain and rage that shaped her into who she was. And she learned about your fears, your insecurities, the ways you felt invisible in the world. She saw you, truly saw you, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
But loving Rosalie wasn’t easy. Her world was dangerous, and her family—protective and wary—constantly reminded you of the risks. Rosalie herself was a paradox: fiercely protective one moment, distant the next.
One day, without warning, she vanished. She left no trace, no goodbye, nothing but a chasm where her presence had been. At first, you thought she was simply pulling away like she had done before, giving you space she thought you needed. But days turned into weeks, and the silence remained unbroken.
You searched for her—in the parking lot, in the library, even outside her family’s mysterious mansion in the woods. But there was no sign of her. The ache of her absence was unbearable, a hollow void that nothing could fill. You replayed every moment you’d shared, searching for answers. Had you done something wrong? Was it your fault?
Eventually, you found out the truth—not from her, but from her brother Emmett. He found you one day after school, his usually boisterous demeanor subdued.
"She left because of you," he said bluntly, though not unkindly. "Not because she doesn’t care, but because she cares too much. Rosalie doesn’t handle vulnerability well, and you make her feel… exposed. She’s scared."
It was both a comfort and a dagger to the heart. She loved you, but her fear had driven her away. Knowing that didn’t make her absence any easier to bear.
Then, one night, she came back. She appeared at your window, her golden eyes red-rimmed, her perfect features marred by an expression of raw vulnerability.
"I’m sorry," she said, her voice breaking. "I thought I was protecting you, but all I’ve done is hurt you. I… I couldn’t stay away. I love you."
You pulled her inside, your tears mixing with hers as you held her close. "I love you too," you whispered. "And I’m not afraid."
From then on, you were inseparable. Rosalie seemed determined to make up for the time you had spent apart. She started planning thoughtful dates, ones that felt impossibly romantic. One evening, she took you to a secluded lake nestled deep in the forest. The water mirrored the twilight sky, shimmering with hues of orange and purple. She had set up a small rowboat, complete with cushions and lanterns that cast a warm glow. You spent the evening drifting on the tranquil water, sharing stories and laughing as she rowed with effortless grace. When the first stars appeared, she stopped the boat and leaned close, her hand brushing yours. The kiss that followed was soft and lingering, leaving you breathless.
Another time, she surprised you with a drive to the coast. The two of you stood on the cliffs overlooking the ocean, the salty breeze tangling in your hair as Rosalie wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Her presence felt like a shield against the world, and when she kissed you—soft and deliberate—you forgot about every storm in your life.
Rose also found joy in taking care of you in quieter moments. When you caught a nasty cold, she showed up at your house with soup, blankets, and a stack of your favorite movies. She stayed by your side, her cool touch soothing against your feverish skin. She even braided your hair to keep it out of your face, her fingers gentle and precise.
"You don’t have to do all this," you murmured, your voice hoarse.
She smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "I want to. You mean everything to me."
Her care wasn’t always grand gestures—sometimes it was in the way she noticed the little things. How she carried an umbrella for you even when she didn’t need one, or how she always made sure you had your favorite tea stocked at her house. You realized that for all her sharp edges and icy demeanor, she loved you fiercely and completely. And you wouldn’t trade that love for anything in the world.
- Honestly ? You would not understand she had a crush on you at first, not at all. Not with the way she was staring- no, glaring your way.
- It would be worst if you were a man, due to obvious reasons, but all together, as long as you're human you win a blondie glaring at you.
- You didn't understand why she was glaring at you. It was obvious that your silly little crush would be unrequired. Rosalie is, by any standard, the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world, of course she wouldn't be interested in you ! But did she have to look at you like that ? Were you this ugly you grossed her out..?
- Well you are 100% wrong, lovely ! If she is staring at you with tightly squinted eyes like she's ready to scold you for existing, is because she is confused out of her mind.
- Why are you so pretty ? No, she met 'pretty' humans, but none of them caught her attention like you did. Rosalie would stand by her siblings in the parking lot just trying to figure out why the fuck she couldn't stop looking at you.
- She's not as dramatic as her brothers as to leave the goddamn country because of you, she is proud of her self control. Because at first that what she ended up believing : it was only your blood that appealed to her.
- For a few weeks it was enough of a reason for her. You didn't know if you should be thankful or disappointed to not have her gaze lingering down your figure but at least you didn't feel as body conscious.
- Rosalie would walk pass you in the hallway, in the cafetaria, just prove herself that she was perfectly in control. That what she felt toward you was just basic hunter instincts, which she was above of.
- But was it basic instinct when she felt a surge of protectiness spread through her chest when she caught a glimpse of werewolf leaning a bit too close to you for her liking.
- God, was it hard to hold herself back. She tried to reason herself, that you were no one for her, she didn't even bother to know your name. However, the simple thought that this vile beast might learn your name before her was just plain offensive. She deserved to know.
- So, in her incredible elegance she strolled directly to stand next you and you swore you were hallucinating. You turned your attention from the young man and faced her.
- "Do.. do you need something..?" You winced at your own stutter.
- For just a second, she just stays there, taken aback by your scent. Rosalie always made sure to stay away from you, like you were the grinch or something. Anyway, she never had caught even a whiff of your smell. And thank god she didn't because otherwise she would have been whipped months ago.
- You looked so.. innocent, in a way. So confused, so surprised. Like a deer meeting face to face with a mountain lion. But the predator is so deeply wounded, guarded in a way no one could even approach.
- But you didn't even want to get close, you didn't even know what she wanted. Neither did she. And the way you turned to her... she almost flinched back. Who are you, little deer, scaring her so much ?
- And the way the question fell from her lips, the mix of the wariness and craving startled the both of you. "What's your name ?"
- From the moment you introduced yourself, she could never leave your side. Like immediatly glued to your hip.
- It was such a radical change, you almost got dizzy and for a moment you thought you were dreaming.
- She cut herself from her family, not in a toxic way, more like a college student focusing on her studies. Rosalie gave you all of her time and attention. It was unusual for her, especially for someone loving the spot lights the way she does.
- But... she felt like you deserved it.
- The first meals with her would be rather quiet. You didn't know what to say, how to say it. She was... beautiful, intimatingly so. So, Rosalie had to take the lead. Gentle questions, simple in a way to coax you into opening up to her.
- She seemed... softened. And it soothed you. It showed Rosalie as more human. It was strange for the both of you, for various reasons.
- You made her feel so good. She had longued to be human for so long, and here you are, quirky and awkward. You made her smile, you made her laugh, you made her protective.
- So protective. If you're a woman, even more so. Any men coming near you seemed to any bad attention, she would wrap a arm around your waist and immediatly lead you away.
- It was so little gestures that made you blush, that gave you even the smallest hope she liked you back.
- The way she would open the doors for you, reajust the clothes you were trying out or the way her hands lingered on your back as she zipped your dress up.
- And god the way she would work on your own car. She had smiled so smugly when she offered her help, and even more so when she got up, covered in slight soot.
- She never looked as beautiful as she does now, and you couldn't the slight rubbing of your thighs together as you watched her work.
- The time she fell truly for you was the time she played piano for you. She was not nearly as good as her brother. Actually, the reason she started to learn that instrument was to compete with Edward. But she wasn't as talented, so when the melody got complex, the notes started to get crooked.
- It was a big step for her, showing you her flaws. The music didn't come out quite right, not as pretty as you thought it would come out from a majestic instrument. But you simply leaned your head on her shoulder, listening innocently, enjoying everything she is. Rosalie promised to herself you will never need anything, that nothing would ever hurt you. Not her precious little deer.
- All those moments spent together meant the world to her. She loved your smile, she loved the way you were so human, so unaware of the danger lurking. Your fragility terrified her and rightfuly so.
- You had the odd hobby to walk through the forest, and the deepest parts too ! Rosalie had followed you around, without your knowledge (she is Edward's sister after all).
- And one day, the thought she dreaded the most occured. She had fallen a bit late and struggled to find you. And when she did, her frozen blood started to boil in her veins.
- Here you were cornered by a mountain lion, panting and stepping back as slowly as you could.
- No... you were her little deer. You were her lovely. No one. No, no one will take her piece of heaven away.
Edward is a vampire so he prioritises how you’re feeling when the two of you are cuddling, so he pulls the blanket up to your chin and basically wraps you around in it so incredibly tight
You’re only allowed to move out of the blanket when you are boiling hot, I mean, sweating and getting irritated by how hot you’re getting under it.
Sometimes he really shines through with the whole “but I’m a monster” yada yada yada, which always comes up when he realises how cold he is against you.
Emmett Cullen:
Emmett Cullen is very good at hugging, he basically always bear hugs you, and wraps his arms so tightly around you that there is zero way you two can get any closer.
He’s so giddy when you ask him to cuddle, a big grin in his face that is such a contrast to his big, intimidating perception.
He probably enjoys it more than you enjoy it, since you’re warmer than him.
Rosalie Hale:
Rosalie likes cuddling with you, even though she can’t sleep. She either wraps her arms around you or lets you wrap her arms around you, it always depends on her mood.
When she’s hugging you, she’ll bury her head in your hair or neck and just simply stay like that, no need for any conversation while like that.
But when you’re hugging her, she’s a little more likely to start a conversation about something random, creating that perfectly wholesome feeling.
Jasper Hale:
Jasper Hale loves having his arms wrapped around you, it makes him feel like he’s protecting you in a way. He’s unable to sleep, so it means that he’s able to keep an eye out while you’re vulnerable.
He’ll usually rub his fingers into your skin, he knows it relaxes you, even if you try to tell him to stop because you want to stay awake with him (you never can)
He doesn’t often cuddle (if you’re human), mostly because his control can slip a lot and he’s worried about hurting you when you have no fighting chance (as if you did anyway)
Alice Cullen:
Alice Cullen just clings. It’s pretty simple. She clings. It’s like cuddling a Koala
Does she sleep? No! Does it look like she does? Yes! She is almost completely still, it’s like she is actually asleep, unmoving completely.
You thought this cuddling session was because you asked for one? Yeah, no. She wanted this, she planted the idea in your head.
Carlisle Cullen:
Carlisle is much more simple with his cuddling sessions, he’ll wrap his arms around you and quite simply let you relax.
His hands will run through your hair and he’ll trace circles into your back, then kiss your forehead occasionally.
He really sees it as a chance to let you relax after a long day, so he’s happy to lay there as long as you need him to be.
Esme Cullen:
Just like Carlisle, Esme is simple with cuddling as well, and, like Rosalie, she’ll either wrap her arms around you or let you wrap your arms around her. She isn’t really fussed
She likes cuddling too, she likes how it can relax both her and you after a long day. However, she quickly realises that she doesn’t need it as much as you do, doesn’t stop her from giving you as many cuddle sessions as you need.
She likes the physical touch of cuddling, your hands would always be holding and she loves cupping your face occasionally too (which leads to her peppering kisses over your face)
Could you write the Cullen's accidentally hurting their SO and how they would react?? (I alr know Jasper's is about to be so angsty lol)
The Cullens accidentally hurting their S/O
I've literally been rubbing my hands together like an evil villain waiting to do this request. I saw it in my inbox and had to hold myself back lol. And yes, I cannot resist the temptation to make Jasper suffer, so be prepared
Edit I got so carried away. If I had a word count on these it might be like 10k lol sorry not sorry
And thank you for this request! This was so much fun to write lol I hope you enjoy it!
Also quick note I might have channeled a bit too much inspiration from Saw or something cause I ended up getting a bit too into my descriptions of the injuries so
TW for graphic depictions of violence
Edward:
You really wanted to go to this concert
Edward knew that, so as a birthday gift he bought you two tickets
One for you and one for him of course
He drove you to the stadium, studying the songs he was going to be hearing later that night
He bought everything that you looked at
You basically had your own merch table
The night was going great
You both found your seats, you were happily eating some overpriced stadium food, and the show was about to start
When a guy stood directly in front of you
The bad part about floor seats is that there aren't seats
The guy was easily 6'6, towering above you even if you are taller
Reading your thoughts, Edward tapped the guy on the shoulder, asking him if he would kindly move or crouch or something
He just looked, rolled his eyes, and stared forward again
"Dude, my partner can't see the show. Please just move a little"
"Don't care. Not my problem."
Edward's getting pissed, and the guy can tell
"What, you wanna fucking fight? Square up rich boy."
"No I don't want to fight I just want you to move a little"
"Okay, then maybe your partner here will fight instead"
And the next thing you know, you see the guy's huge fist heading straight for your head
Before it can land, Edward's hand pushes on your chest, sending you back into the people behind you and ending with you flat on the ground
Your back aches from the impact, your neck torqued from where your head whipped, and your cheek stinging from landing on the side of your face
You feel Edward's chill hands on the sides of your face, and faintly you hear him ask something frantically
You groan in pain as you feel him pick you up, and finally succumb to sleep
You wake up in Carlisle's clinic, staring at the white ceiling
A cold hand is wrapped around yours, and when you turn your head, you're greeted with bright gold eyes
No words are exchanged for a moment before you clear your throat
"So... did you at least rock that guy's shit?"
He laughs and kisses you
Alice:
Alice was having a terrible week
She had been getting vision after vision, and none of them were true
Everything from a huge motor accident to what color shoes someone at school was going to wear
It was constant
She was running in circles, going somewhere, seeing a vision, turning around to go somewhere else, seeing a vision, turning again, and on and on
She was currently driving
Or more like swerving
All you needed were some damn glue sticks for a project you needed to do
But every time Alice decided on a new destination, a vision of a horrible catastrophe would enter her mind, and she would change her course
You had enough
"Alice! Enough of this! Just pull over and let me drive!"
"No! I need to know the safest route... ugh! Everywhere is dangerous!"
"Name one vision you've had in the past week that actually came true."
"Well I don't know if they would have come true or not because I didn't go to those places. And look! We are perfectly fine! Everyone is fine!"
"But I don't have all night, Alice! Just choose a fucking store and go there!"
"Fine."
And so she did. She chose the small supermarket right outside of town
She looked nervous as soon as she placed the car in park
But you ignored it and walked in
You walked through the aisles, looking for the one thing you came here for, when you hear Alice gasp behind you
In her mind, she sees you tripping and falling into a display of DVDs, cutting your arm on one of the metal frames holding them in place
And straight in your path is the DVD case
So naturally she tries to grab you
Only she doesn't grab you, she accidentally pushes
You don't fall in her vision, just like how you didn't fall in real life
She was the one who hurt you, pushed you
That was the problem
The reason why there was a horrible disaster everywhere she tried to go was because she was going to cause something one way or another
Only this is worse, because now it involves you
The DVDs scatter, and she hears your cry of pain as the sharp, crooked metal frame pierces the skin of your arm
She is by your side in a moment, scooping you up and not even bothering with the mess you both left behind
On the way home, you are trying to convince her that it's not that bad, but she is beside herself
After Carlisle's inspection, you get a couple of stitches in your right bicep, but other than that you're perfectly fine
And Alice doesn't leave your side
She is constantly fussing
Asking if you're okay, if you need anything, if you're mad at her, if you want to leave her, if you blame her
But after you go to sleep and she watches over your peaceful form, she convinces herself that you're alright
Jasper:
It was spring break and the Cullens decided to go to one of Carlisle's many tropical properties
It was the third day of the trip, everybody went to do their own things
Alice, Esme, and Rosalie went into town to go souvenir shopping
They dragged Emmett along to be their personal bag carrier
Edward and Bella were down at the private beach that came with the property, enjoying the sun and relaxing
That left you, Jasper, and Carlisle
The three of you were at the attached pool on the house
Carlisle was marinating in the hot tub, sunglasses on and a book in his hands
You and Jasper were in the pool doing anything and everything
Diving, jumping, swimming, racing (he always won), and messing with the pool toys
You had just climbed up the stairs to get out of the pool again, intending on showing Jasper your graceful canonball
But he noticed you were walking a bit too fast
He saw you trip, and like slow motion he sprang out of the water to save you
Only he didn't
His arms wrapped around your middle, saving you from a possible twisted ankle or scraped knee or bruised butt
But that didn't stop the back of your head from smacking onto the concrete
White hot pain erupted behind your eyes and knocked you out instantly
Your blood began to seep onto the wet floor beneath you, and he couldn't help himself
Carlisle heard everything and got up immediately
But he didn't get there in time to stop Jasper from wrapping his mouth around your throat and biting down
In a flash Carlisle threw Jasper up and off of you, rocketing him into the water, and scooped you up to run inside
You awoke some hours later, a throbbing in your head and a dull pain in your neck
The beep of a heart monitor was all you heard
Looking around, you were in the room you shared with Jasper, where just the night before you wrapped around his cold body and drifted to sleep
Only he was nowhere to be seen
Carlisle came to check on you, and he told you what happened
"Where is he? Where's Jasper?"
"... He... left."
"What do you mean he left?"
"He almost killed you. He would have killed you if I wasn't there. He feels terrible- no. Terrible isn't strong enough of a word."
It takes Emmett and Edward tracking him down and dragging him home for you to see him again
And even then he insists on Edward and Emmett holding his arms in case he were to try anything
He looks so broken
Muted red eyes, golden blonde hair shooting in every direction, the same swim trunks he had been wearing that day were covered in dirt and blood- presumably yours
And his face
He looked on the verge of tears, he would have been crying if he could
If the dry heaves coming from deep in his chest were any indication
He flinches when you take his face in your hands, trying to get away, not wanting to hurt you more
But when he kisses you, he remembers why he tries so hard to be good in the first place
Rosalie:
You had been asking Rosalie for WEEKS if she would pleeeeeeease take you hunting with her
And she had been turning you down for weeks
It's a very gross, animalistic process that she, quite frankly, doesn't want you to see
But she loves you
And she is only so strong
So after so many begs, pleads, and puppy dog eyes, she caves
She decides to make it a cute little weekend trip
Taking you to one of Carlisle's properties farther north into the snowy mountain region
You settle in to the spacious cabin and Rosalie makes sure you're all bundled up in luxurious furs and warm scarves before you both venture into the wilderness
She explains what she's doing step-by-step while she sniffs the air, searching for her prey
A wolf because she's part of the "Fuck Jacob" team
She sits you in a clearing and tells you to stay in place while she finds her wolf
You do, finding a snowy log and brushing it off to sit on
She ventures into the forest, eventually finding a suitable wolf and beginning her hunt
Chasing the wolf, being chased by the wolf, until she eventually leads it to your clearing
She knows you'll love the theatrics of seeing her kill it in live action
She chases the beast all the way until it's about to clear the tree line before she pounces
She can imagine herself from your point of view
Bright, shiny skin, flowing hair, posed in midair, and finally coming down gracefully upon her prize
Except she doesn't
The wolf takes a quick turn at the last moment, sending her flying straight into you
There's not much she can do while suspended in flight, and it happens too fast for you to recognize
In an instant her whole body slams into you at full force, knocking both of you onto the powdery ground below
The grunt of pain you let out is excruciating
She rolls off of you quickly, holding onto you, asking if you're okay, if you're hurt
You try to put on a brave face, but when you move your left arm in an attempt to prop yourself up, you find you can't move it
Broken. Completely snapped. And you scream
She paces in Carlisle's home clinic while he puts your cast on, worried out of her mind
But when Carlisle opens the door and she sees you sitting on the table with a goofy grin and a bright red cast, she can't help but relax
"You said red was your favorite color, right?"
And she just kisses you
Emmett:
You'd been dating Emmett for a while now, and had decided it was time for him to meet your family
And what better time and place for a first meeting than your nephew's fourth birthday party?
It was the middle of August, and the sun was hot
The icing was melting off of the cake as it sat on the food table
All of the adults were drinking margaritas and the kids had decided to play with the water balloons to cool off
Your uncle and Emmett were filling up the balloons as all of the kids at the party talked excitedly
You laughed as your nephew came up to you and asked you to be on his team for the fight
Of course you couldn't say no
And of course, to even the playing field, the other team got to have your human tank of a boyfriend
Very even
Emmett just smirked at you as your uncle assumed his place as the referee and commenced the battle
Pink, blue, green, yellow, and red balloons were flying like crazy
Small party hats were knocked off of even smaller heads
The giggles of 20 little kids rang loud in the air as water spurted all over the grassy lawn
And you took your chance to pelt your boyfriend as hard as you could
His light blue shirt was soaked, and his khaki shorts had a huge wet spot on the front
You were doubled over in laughter at the sight of your scary boyfriend covered in little pieces of rubber, with one particularly large piece hanging off of his ear
But he hadn't thrown any at you yet
"Come on, big guy! Don't be a wussy!"
"Oh you asked for it now!"
You saw him grab a little pink water balloon, it looking even smaller in his hand, and he threw it straight at your head
You briefly wonder if he filled his balloon with cement
The next thing you know you're laying in bed, an ice pack perched on your forehead
"Oh my god, you're awake. I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to, you know how I get out of control sometimes. Not that that's an excuse! I'm just trying to explain-"
You cut him off with a finger to his lips
"Shush... .'m tired"
And so he just lets you sleep the rest of the night, his hand in yours the whole time
Esme:
Frankly, she doesn't know why you asked for her help
The Cullens had just moved into their newest house, and everything was set for the "kids" to join the local highschool the next day
You wanted a new look
"New place, new people, new me" you had said
She understood that much
But when you approached her one night with a box of hair bleach and a pleading look on your face, she was lost
Why her? Why not Alice or Rosalie? Or- and hear me out- a professional? They had the money
But you wanted to do it yourself. But not actually yourself For some reason you wanted Esme to do it
And even though she didn't understand, she still agreed
So that's how she found herself closely studying the instructions on the back of the little box telling her what to mix and where
"What's taking so long?"
"Hold on... ugh! This thing doesn't make any sense!"
"It's okay I'm sure it's super simple. I mean they give you all of the stuff. Just mix it all together and slap it on my head!"
Bad idea
She mixes everything together just like you asked, and plops a big lump of it onto the crown of your head
Instantly your hair starts smoking
You scream, asking her to take it off
And she tries, but it's not working
Carlisle to the rescue once more
She is so apologetic
She feels so bad that she hurt you so much
And at least you did get that new look you wanted
Shaved-to-the-skin bald
Carlisle:
He was feeling a bit cooped up
He loves his family, and he loves his life in the Americas, but sometimes he misses traveling and his old friends
So he decided to take you with him to Europe to see some old pals
Not the Volturi obviously
But some other acquaintances he hadn't seen for a while
You were a month into the three-month trip Carlisle had planned
You'd visited Italy, Greece, Spain, France, Britain, and were on your way to Germany
This next friend you were on your way to visit was a man named Friedrich Hans
Carlisle spoke passively about him, nothing positive or negative
He was one of the ones he hadn't been able to contact beforehand about visiting
He wasn't even sure if Friedrich was still alive, or if he even lived in Germany
He wasn't betting on either, but he still figured he would try a visit
The taxi pulled up in front of an unassuming house on a busy street in Berlin, painted a light grey with black paneling around the windows and doors
Carlisle opened your door for you, extending a hand to help you out
He walked with you to the door, rapping his knuckles against the solid wood
Instantly it creaked open and a voice inside whispered "Perfect" before a pale, veiny hand reached out and grabbed your arm
You yelled for it to let you go, begging Carlisle for some help
He grabbed you around the waist with one arm, using the other to try to pry the man's hand from your wrist
The opposing forces splintered on your bones and a sickening crack ran through your arm
Your hand fell limp and Carlisle was finally able to pry you away from the force in the house
"Ah... Carlisle... old friend"
"Old friend? You just tried to kill my S/O!"
"S/O... you always were a weird one Mr. Cullen... sincerest apologies... come in for chat?"
"No thank you, I believe we will be taking our leave now."
And with that he rushed you to the nearest hospital
He didn't have his medical equipment, so he just pretended to not know German so they wouldn't ask questions about how you broke your wrist
He cuts the trip short then and there
He sends letters to all of his friends that he wasn't able to visit, explaining that something urgent came up
He is so apologetic for the weeks afterward
He is convinced it was his fault even though it wasn't
He doesn't relax until your cast is off btw
Vampire! Bella:
Since she's so new to the vampire life, she doesn't know her own limits yet
She has hurt you a lot in the past
All accidents of course
Hugging you too hard, punching you playfully on the shoulder, telling you to catch something and literally lobbing it as hard as she can
She always feels terrible afterwards
But the worst was the time you took her bowling
It was 10 am on a Tuesday and there was no one at the bowling alley
Not even the competitive grandmas and grandpas in their bowling leagues
The only other person in the building was the bored looking cashier who wasn't even trying to hide that he was on his phone behind the counter
You both took your time to pick your balls, trying out all of the ones on the rack to see your best fits
You laced up your ugly shoes, input your names on the scoreboard screen and off you went
It was fun for the first couple of turns
Until the ball return does that stupid thing where it doesn't actually return your ball
It's your turn, and you're standing at the ball return tapping your foot restlessly waiting for it to show up
"You know, you can just use mine"
Bella stands up and grabs the ball she chose
The resin was a beautiful mix of black, purple, and pink with some reflective glitter sprinkled throughout
It's so gorgeous that you don't even check the weight
You hold out your hands to take it and it just drops straight through
And directly onto your foot
You let out a loud scream and try to move, but the ball won't roll off of your foot
Bella starts panicking, asking what she should do, scrambling around until eventually she picks up the ball and throws it onto the ground behind her
Maybe she forgot that the cashier was there, or maybe she didn't care, but she picked you up and started sprinting at full speed back to the Cullen house
She even left the car at the alley smh
On the verge of inconsolable
She is so frustrated that she can't learn to control herself
Doesn't leave your side tho
Note: Just for shits and gigs I timed how long this took me
Hc’s for Jasper Hale (or all of them I don’t mind) with a chaotic mate? Like where the reader is always doing something stupid and is like “Hey come watch me skateboard down the stairs”
a/n: Of course I can! Thank you so much for requesting! Also, for everyone reading this, I do take requests for the Volturi kings (Aro, Caius, Marcus) and Jane, so if would like me to write something for them, send a request!
another a/n: I got my first vaccine dose yesterday afternoon, and my left arm, which is the arm I got the shot in, is sore, so there might be some spelling mistakes.
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The Cullens With a Chaotic Mate
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Carlisle Cullen
Carlisle goes directly into dad mode.
Whenever you two are sitting together, and you get up, he sighs and goes, “My love, where are you going this time?”
Though he hates invading your privacy, if he’s almost positive you’re going to do something out of line, he asks Edward to read your mind to see what you’re about to do, and Edward’ll report back to him.
If you were going to go take a run in the forest, you always have to have someone with you.
Usually, Carlisle goes with you, but if he’s too occupied, he’ll ask Rosalie or Alice to go with you.
You’re closer to Rosalie and Alice the most, hence why they go with you when Carlisle cannot.
If you do end up hurting yourself in the forest, or whatever you had done to injure yourself, and you’re walking back, Carlisle is standing at the front door, arms crossed with a small smile playing on his face.
Like a dissatisfied father that can’t possibly get mad at their kid.
While he’s patching you up in his office, the conversation almost always plays out the exact same.
“…”
“Say it, I know you’re thinking it.”
“I told you so.”
“There it is.”
Jasper Hale
Jasper will literally transform into Bella.
Always in panic mode.
He always tries to be with you, so you can’t do anything ridiculous.
“Jas, I can go to the bathroom alone, I’m not a child.”
“I know, darlin’, I’m just standing in the hallway.”
He never trusts Emmett to be alone with you.
Who know what kinda stuff you two will get into? You’re just as chaotic as the other.
He loves going to school with you, you two are in the same exact classes together.
It’s easier for him to keep an eye on you.
If you’re being a bit too excited, like you’re about to do something big, Jasper will use his gift on you, calming you down.
He hates bursting your bubble, but sometimes you get a bit too rambunctious.
You do put a smile on his face, though. He loves you too much to ruin all of your fun.
Jasper does join on your chaotic deeds sometimes. Your happiness while doing it, and your adrenaline rush, goes directly to him.
Alice Cullen
Alice would lowkey love it.
She’s planned, you’re chaotic, sounds like a perfect mix to her.
Opposites attract, right?
Besides, she can see the future, she can see if your behaviour will get you in trouble or not.
If your decision will end up in you getting in trouble, Alice will let you know.
If you get in trouble, say with the principal, Alice will be waiting in the foyer, sitting on one of the chairs.
After you get out of the office, after the principal scolded you for the hundredth time that week, and a detention slip for the upcoming Saturday, Alice will greet you and walk with you out of the school.
“…”
“So…you saw this coming, huh?”
“Yup.”
“I have detention on Saturday.”
“So do I.”
Alice literally got herself in trouble so you two could have detention together.
Rosalie Hale
Rosalie’s like Carlisle; goes straight into mother mode. Only ‘stricter’ and less ‘carefree’ as Carlisle.
If you do something crazy, and it was major, she’d scold you.
You usually have to refrain yourself from laughing; Emmett usually makes fun of her behind her back.
“You shouldn’t— oh, this is funny to you?”
“No ma’am.”
“Mhmm. Are you going to do what you did again?”
“No ma’am.”
Rosalie does feel a little bad after, though. She thinks she might’ve went too far on you.
You guys are soulmates after all.
She makes it up by doing something fun with you.
Shopping, running in the forest, watching a movie series, you name it.
She does remind you that she loves your spontaneous behaviour, she just wishes that you’d be more careful, that’s all.
Emmett Cullen
Emmett absolutely adores that you’re chaotic.
He’s ready to join you in whatever crazy thing you’re about to do next.
“Whatcha thinking about doing next?”
“Running on the roof.”
“You’re an absolute genius.”
“Emmett, Y/n, absolutely not.” - Edward.
Edward always has to stop the both of you.
Edward is like the glue in your friendship, without him, you and Emmett would probably be in court right now.
Or worse, in front of the Volturi.
However, you and Emmett love wrestling in the forest. (Like the scene in Eclipse).
Jasper usually refs the matches, while the rest of the Cullens watch, and sometimes join with their own mates.
Emmett loves that someone can keep up with him; it gives him a challenge.
Edward Cullen
Like Jasper, Edward would be panicked almost all the time.
Though, he’d be more calm about it.
Telling you to not do what you’re about to do.
“Y/n, I know what you’re thinking.”
“Yeah, it’s a good idea, right?”
“Absolutely not. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Emo Edward would probably be like:
“You are my life, I can’t live without you. And the thought of you dying, it’s makes my un-beating heart race and crack with every moment you are endangering yourself.”
You recommend him ask Carlisle for a therapist.
“C’mon, Edward, live a little!”
“I’m dead, Y/n.”
He’d rather play the piano with you, or play cards, or chess. Something calm and collected that can’t hurt you.
Esme Cullen
Esme is used to spontaneous people, having been around for over 100 years, but the thought of you, her mate, completely throws her off the edge.
Always tries to distract you from your crazy ideas, like wanting to teach you how to cook something neat, or showing you her interior design ideas.
You can’t say no to Esme, who can?
She’s similar to Edward in a way, she’s just more relaxed about you wanting to do something crazy.
If you wanna do something that could possibly book you a trial with the Volturi, she’d plan a movie night with Alice, so that everyone would have to watch the movie.
That includes yourself.
You’d think about doing what you were gonna do after the movie ends, to which Edward, who had heard your thoughts, proudly states,
“Oh, we’re watching everyone’s favourite films, in order to please everyone.”
That means 1 film per person.
You end up not minding, happy to spend time with your family, and being able to cuddle with Esme.
top part's bc i wanted to design a little sticker for myself - couldn't resist adding a little smooch (:<
2-for-1 combo of a little more of a size difference than i usually go for and the pointy ears @poly-hebdo draws derek with because it's cute as fuck
i can finally show the artwork i did for @editions_bookmark, featured in the interior of the french special edition of brothersong by tj klune 🐺💜 i've kept this private since 2022, i'm glad it's out in the world now!
Twilight headcanon : Soulmate AU , your scars appear also on your soulmate's body if they are deep enough. After James attacl, Rosalie has a bite bark on her wrist.
Please someone write this, I can't get it out of my head 😭
Nobody mentions that Edward has none of the scars Bella does. At first, it's a little jarring and he snaps at anyone who tries to talk to him about it but soon enough, Carlisle is there with comforting speculations. Edward died long ago, his body cannot scar the way a human's can. Of course he won't share her scars.
Rosalie doesn't mention the little lines and gashes that she's found over the years. She pretends they don't line up with the clumsy human's.
-- -- -- --
After a while, Edward goes out of his way to make sure his precious fawn of a girlfriend stops hurting herself. "It hurts me too, love," he tells her with that charming smile of his. She looks for the proof with furrowed brows and a soft frown and he promises he can feel it on the inside. His outside will never show it, tragically.
Rosalie starts pushing Bella out of her way. Gently, of course. She doesn't want to damage her brother's girlfriend. Doesn't want to see if her skin will crack and scar in response. Don't be ridiculous. It's only coincidence.
Maybe it is coincidence, but Bella seems to linger in Rosalie's way more and more often.
-- -- -- -- --
It's a dark and lonely night when Rosalie sucks in a sharp breath and grabs at her palm. A new line forms before her eyes; long and smooth across her skin, with a hooked end. She's out the door and running through the trees in the same moment, through the rain that drenches her to the bone. Her clothes are soaked and clinging to her body and the Swan's front door handle warps in her grip.
Bella is on the floor with a knife beside her and the dish towel loosely tied around her hand. "It slipped, honest. I didn't mean to, I-I know vampires can't get hurt-"
Rosalie says nothing - she can't, she's too busy holding her breath. In all probability, she could most likely keep her cool but everyone has remarked just how delicious Bella smells and Rosalie doesn't take needless chances. She yells at dumb, emo brothers who do. So she kneels and take's Bella's hand into her own, tightening the towel. She grips it firmly, applying enough pressure to slow and, hopefully, stop the bleeding but not enough to crush the delicate hand in hers.
Being dragged along through the house, Bella mumbles little explanations between apologies. "If you'd just tell me what you're looking for, we could skip the hostile scavenger hunt," she grumbles at one point and feels lightheaded. Whether that's from the blood or the furious, silent angel tearing her house apart, who knows. "Well, joke's on you anyway, I like holding your hand."
Rosalie stops in the middle of the hallway. Not long, easy to pass off as gathering her bearings. But her hand tightens around Bella's just a bit.
By the end of the night, she's cleaning the deep gash in Bella's palm and stitching it together. She still can't speak, won't risk it, so she can't tell Bella that she's been through medical school twice. But the human seems to catch on that Rosalie knows what she's doing, and promises to keep it clean when handed a tube of polysporin after.
-- -- -- --
Bella lays in bed tracing the wound that slowly heals into a scar. She drags her fingertips along it during class. Smiles as she finds it without looking during her movie date with Edward.
He doesn't like touching it. Any of her scars. Reminders of her pain, he calls them. In fact, he seems rather against them.
She doesn't tell him this one brings her comfort.
-- -- -- --
Rosalie takes care not to pass him anything with that hand from then on.
-- -- -- --
When Emmett gets his second bite scar, the two of them split up. The rest of the family mourns their relationship and marriage, they're sympathetic smiles and reassuring words.
Emmett looks like a kicked puppy for weeks and weeks, and he hides from her. Anytime she enters a room, he apologizes and flees. He's scared of her - always has been, and she's pretty sure that's why she never truly thought they were mates. Besides her new scars, that is.
Everyone expects her wrath and Esme just about combusts with happiness when Rosalie finally corners him. She wrestles the bear of a man into a hug and it takes him a good fifteen seconds of flailing before he realizes he's not being attacked. "Go find them, idiot," she whispers in his ear and shoves him towards the front door.
Alice is waiting with a few bags packed already and a knowing smile on her face.
-- -- -- --
"Did it hurt when you found out?" Bella asks one afternoon as she drops onto the school bench next to the blonde.
They're outside for lunch. The smell of the cafeteria isn't something Rosalie can stand too many days in a row. Humans have a stench when clumped together, particularly adolescents. Add Mystery Stew to that and it churns even her own marble stomach.
"No." They sit beneath the overhang of the gym, protected from the downpour that soaks Bella's toes as her feet stick out too far from her stretched lounging. "It was a relief."
"To finally know for sure?"
"To stop pretending for him," she says and despite how sharp she knows the world finds her, that Bella probably finds her, her voice is soft. "I wish I stopped a long time ago."
"It's exhausting."
Rosalie turns her head but bites back whatever words were about to spill from her lips. It's not her place, not really. This is Bella's life. It's her choice. All Rosalie can do is stay quiet.
So she stays quiet.
Bella sits with her until the late bell rings for their first afternoon class. Then she sighs far too heavily and leaves.
-- -- -- --
They all hear Bella try to break up with him. That's what makes it painful. She tried to get him to talk in private, up in his room, but he refuses. None of them need to be a mind reader to know he's trying to stall Bella. Like if he has just a few more hours with her, she'll change her mind.
So he drags her along in the jeep, out to the baseball field with them. Another storm is rolling in and they're down a member - Emmett and Baknu still haven't made their way home yet, so Edward asks Bella to fill in. She awkwardly agrees but tries to talk on the way there.
"It's so heartbreaking," Esme whispers on the field. She clings to her chest over her heart, her face torn. Unable to shield her son from this, to protect him from the pain he's trying so hard to avoid.
Rosalie scoffs. "It's pathetic."
Disapproving looks weigh heavy on her, little hooks piercing through her impenetrable skin, dragging her down, down, down. They don't know she would be in his very shoes, scraping by the skin of her fingers, desperately trying to hold onto Bella just a few more seconds as well.
They also can't see how dragging it out is killing the human slowly.
They don't know what it's like to lie and lie and lie for too long. They don't know what it's like when you cannot possibly lie any longer.
Rosalie drags her fingertips along the scar in her palm and feels some of the hooks dislodge.
-- -- -- --
Bella would take off on her own to confront the vampire hunting her. It's a stupid thing to do and doing stupid things seems to be a natural talent of hers. Evidently, when you're alive risking that life is in the top 5 hobbies one can have.
Every day Bella finds a new way to spit in the face of death all while Rosalie plays defense, unseen on the sidelines.
She's just arriving in Phoenix with Carlisle, Edward, and Emmett when she cries out and drops to her knees. She feels a pain she hasn't felt in almost a century and Carlisle is lifting her hand up to inspect with the others.
His eyes light up in surprise and joy when he finds a second bite mark, this one over her wrist. Emmett cannot contain his grin and even Edward, beyond the jealous light in his eyes, offers her a brief congratulations.
Her mate will be a vampire very soon and Alice will take her to find them.
But it will have to wait because they still need to save their human. Who knows what trouble Bella has gotten herself in since she escaped Alice and Jasper.
-- -- -- --
When James is in smoking, flaming piles around the ballet studio, Edward skids to a stop beside Bella and Alice. The adrenaline in the room is starting to fade and beyond the smoke, she can smell blood. Bella's blood and it's intoxicating, just as everyone feared. Rosalie's head whips up at Bella's first scream and her long-still heart lodges in her throat, but it's Emmett's whimper-turned-snarl that keeps her from rushing to the human.
Instead she wrestles her black-eyed-ex-husband out of the building and into the morning light. They glitter only faintly, only in patches that aren't smeared with soot and smoke and dust. It's enough to keep them from shining like beacons and dragging attention to the old building.
Emmett sucks in breath after breath of clear air until a ring of honey starts forming around his pupils and the beast settles aside for the man again. Jasper shoots out the back door next, a hand over his mouth and nose, his grip so tight he cracked his face. But they smooth out and heal as soon as he releases and he nods at the two of them.
"Fucking hell!" Rosalie hisses and once again, she grabs and claws at her wrist. Emmett, beside her, is the most confused because didn't they just do this an hour ago? He reaches for her hand while she snarls and growls and does her best to resist the sharp pain, watching another bite scar layer on the first one.
Finally, he looks up at her with confusion. "I don't understand?"
-- -- -- --
Edward won't talk to her. He won't even look at her. Not that she minds, they don't get along that well anyway, and if this keeps him out of her head for good. Well. Good.
It's not guilt in her chest. It isn't. It's regret, yes, for what's about to happen. For the complications they're all about to face because of this. For the dramatic reveal. For whatever happens next because everyone is going to be mad.
Mad that she stole Edward's mate. Mad that he's heartbroken. Mad that it's her, of all people, the bitchy one that gets everything she wants. Even if she's never gotten anything that she wants.
Mad that it's her. The scary Cullen. Mad that she didn't say anything until now. Bella is going to be so mad.
Rosalie wrings her hands as she paces outside the hospital room. They need to talk, she knows. Everyone knows now, even Bella, she thinks. The human had been fairly out of it but Rosalie saw those dark eyes searching for her wrist when Bella was being carried out of the ballet studio.
She just, frustratingly, passed out before Rosalie could see her reaction.
Now she has to go in there. She has to. It's either that or talk to the rest of the family. They're only waiting because she said she needed to speak with Bella. Because even in this fucked up situation, a mate comes first. But family comes second - or, or they're tied, but politely waiting? She doesn't know, she's never had a mate before. Well. She has. But she ignored her the first year.
Which is why it has to be different now. If they have any hope of being... ugh...together? She needs to be better, she-
"Just get in there," Alice sighs with a roll of her eyes. And that knowing smile. "Some of us have been waiting forever for this."
Before Rosalie can question that, she's shoved through the door and into the room.
-- -- -- --
It's bad.
Not the worst, of course, Bella is alive and it could have been much, much worse. But her leg is broken and her hand is wrapped up, she has little gashes all over her face that, thankfully, won't scar because Rosalie has none of them. Dark circles are under her eyes that widen when Rosalie sort of explodes into the room abruptly.
The heart monitor machine starts beeping rapidly and they both stare at it until it calms down again. "I didn't mean to scare you," Rosalie tells her stiffly.
"You didn't," Bella replies with an honest shrug. The vampire opens and closes her mouth twice, until she realizes she doesn't have the words to even begin to explain this. She stands there, fingers rubbing against the scar of her palm anxiously. So Bella very pointedly looks at the layered bite scars on her wrist and up into the guarded golden gaze staring back at her. Even smiles a little. "Joke's on you. I like holding your hand."
One afternoon Rosalie begrudgingly offers to help Bella if her truck ever has trouble and now you can catch Bella every weekend ripping her alternator out with her bare pining little hands
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