Headcanons | Jasper Hale | You're a Newborn In Maria's Army
A/N: Just wanted to write something Jasper! Love this character so much and my first ever fanfiction (that I wrote at 14!) was an OCxJasper Hale!
This idea is inspired by one of my longer fics but I was just antsy to write something now. That fic is still in the works rn because of my Paul Lahote fic Touch The Soul. So, really, this is a little sneak peek at the vibes of my next Twilight fanfiction :)
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So basically you were a mistake. He shouldn’t have distracted that newborn while he was feeding.
But with hindsight, Jasper said your change was a happy accident.
When you woke up you were partially feral, with blips of control- you had strong morals though
Jasper would have to chaperone you during feeds- he knew if you saw a child or woman hurt you’d go ballistic
When you were in control he managed to find out you were the only child of a blacksmith
Made sense when it came to fighting- you were strong, he had to give you that
What was the difference between chaperone and mentor? Well, to Jasper, there wasn’t one.
He personally trained you with the intention of keeping you past a year
At first it was serious, but once you exceeded his expectations it became an excuse to enjoy each other’s company.
You would go swimming in the nearest lake you could find, stripping off and enjoying the water
Although you didn’t sweat, the blood, mud, dust and other human secretions dirtied you.
Jasper made a habit of chasing you around the lake with his stained shirt
You knew if he caught up he’d rub it in your face, “Get a good whiff for me” he’d tease as he straddled your hips.
You’d splash each other, dare each other to drink animal blood (you always forfeited though and would just play fight) and you’d rate the cannonballs you’d do
You would wash his hair, running your hands through the gold strands with utmost care
You weren’t very talkative unlike Jasper, always the charismatic, southern gentleman- it was easy to see why Maria claimed him
From fighting like you did nudity was no big deal, bathing was necessary and newborns only really thought about blood, it was no big deal
He’d always plait your wet hair when you’d finished.
You asked Jasper how he learned to plait hair, he said it was a vague memory
From then on, as the most literate between you, you encouraged Jasper to share about his human life before it completely slipped away
This was once you could hold a pen without breaking it, it took over an hour of tantrums to manage it
You only got to write three pages chronicling his human life- he couldn’t remember much
But that didn’t stop jasper from folding the paper small and keeping them in a leather pouch in his breast pocket
When everyone’s emotions got too much Jasper would trace the way you wrote his name.
The dress you wore after the change was stolen from Nettie’s old things, Jasper wanted you to have nice things
He would say thank you for being his comrade with new pencils, a comb, shawls and ribbons for your hair
Jasper was bad at expressing himself, he thought actions spoke louder than words- after all his charisma did make him talk a lot of bullshit
You would do the same with words, combating your quietness with a new compliment.
He would leave you always smiling while he left Maria renewed as her merciless-monster-of-a-lover
Jasper had to hold you back a lot from storming up to your Coven Leader and giving her a piece of your mind
After, you’d strop (as Jasper called it). Silent treatment was a given so avoiding him entirely was what brought you two back to normal
He didn’t know when that was, you’d just suddenly be there next to him like you popped out of thin air. You wouldn’t admit you had Jasper Withdrawals
Jasper would ruffle your hair with a smirk like he was saying ‘You done pouting now?’
You’d slap his hand away (thankful you couldn’t blush) and look up to glare at him, but his smile was what you really wanted to see. Your strange addiction
When feelings started to develop between you being amongst an army of newborns made it hard for Jasper to pick them up
It was a very confusing time, and with Maria breathing down your neck it stayed ‘more than friends, less than lovers’ for decades.
He would stare at you just too long and Peter would whack him around the head
Because of that Peter actually managed to beat Jasper in a fight- he’s always held it over his head.
When Jasper saw you attacked in a fight he was right at your side and vice versa. After one fight in particular you both realised how much you cared for each other.
Downside? Maria was starting to notice
He let Peter and Charlotte go at the price of taking you
It wasn’t easy but his promise to come find you settled your heart
“I promise I’ll find you. If not in a few days or even decades, know I’m still coming… then we’ll never part again”
And he meant it when he said decades.
At least the 80s were good for one thing- Jasper with a shaggy mullet was something you’d never let him live down
Summary: Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she could’ve hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?
A/N: I cannot believe how long I've neglected this story. I am ashamed 🫣😭
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Forks, Washington was everything Rosalie had thought she would hate from a town as a human. It was quiet, secluded, and a place where things seemed to stay stuck in time. There was no novelty or grandeur. A small town, after all.
The girl didn’t have much interest in the town. Then again, she hadn’t had much interest in any town since she had left Rochester. Sure, Tennessee had gifted her with Emmett, but the town was never what interested her. Once she had left her home, there was nothing that could pique her interest quite like the life she had left behind.
Still, she didn’t mind a small town anymore. Especially for the being she was now and the opulent grandeur the Cullens seemed to always live in. Surrounded by trees and winding down a lonely road, their new home came into view. Gravel crackled under their cars, announcing their arrival to whatever was out there.
The house was a beautiful Victorian build, with a wrap-around porch and high ceilings. It was an architectural marvel and the perfect place for the family to hide out in. They were surely not going to encounter any problems.
Surely.
However, only a month into living in the new town, they encountered neighbors they had never expected to meet. Much less while they fed on a herd of deer.
“We’re not alone,” Edward called out, his gaze set deep into the woods. “There’s someone there.”
“Other vampires, perhaps?” Carlisle questioned. “I heard there were a few nomads canvassing the area.”
“No. Not vampires,” he grimaced. “Something else. Much different.”
The family rushed cautiously deeper into the forest, Edward taking the lead as he followed the intruders’ thoughts.
Their smell hit them first—a mixture of wet dog, fresh-turned dirt, and soot. It made them all turn their noses, wishing their halted breath stopped their scent from traveling through their nostrils.
Then, three massive wolves broke through the woods. Their teeth were bared, and their claws dug into the dirt in preparation for a fight. But their presence wasn’t as intimidating as much as it was surprising. From what Carlisle had told the family, the Volturi had killed all of the Children of the Moon. Yet, right before them stood what appeared to be three of them.
“We mean you no harm,” Carlisle said as he stepped in front of the family protectively. “My family and I have recently bought a house a few miles off the town of Forks. We didn’t know there were Children of the Moon here.”
The dark brown wolf that stood in front growled in response, its mouth slobbering with rage. On any other occasion, the vampires would have fought the animals and more than likely come out victorious. But their coven had an advantage that none other did. And it came in the form of a six-two egotistical mind-reading vampire.
“They say they’re not children of the moon,” Edward recited. “And that our kind is not welcome in their land. No dead walkers have survived them.”
“I assure you we are like no other vampires you may have encountered before,” Carlisle continued. “We mean no harm to humans, for we do not need of their blood to survive. We exclusively feed off animal blood.”
“They say they can’t trust you simply off your word. Especially when they don’t even know your name.”
“My apologies,” the older vampire smiled. “I am Carlisle. The boy translating for us is Edward. This is my wife, Esme, and the newest additions to the family, Rosalie and Emmett.”
“From left to right, Levi Uley, Ephraim Black, and Quil Ateara II,” Edward said. “They say they are shapeshifters tasked with protecting the land from any and all enemies. Like us.”
“I assure you, we do not mean to cause you any harm,” the patriarch affirmed. “In fact, I propose we make a treaty. A mutually beneficial agreement that shall extend to all of your descendants for the rest of time. What do you say?”
The three wolves looked at each other, lost in thought, as they deliberated silently on the vampire’s offer. Given the position they were in, there was only one answer they could give, and it was the one they had all been expecting.
“They agree that given our claimed diet, a treaty is the best decision,” Edward said. “They want to meet three miles west of this location at midnight over a bonfire to discuss the terms of the agreement.”
“I don’t see why not,” Carlisle agreed. “We shall see you then.”
The wolves waited until the family was a safe distance away before turning back to where they had come from. The vampires found their very existence befuddling. They looked exactly like the werewolves that had once been—men who turned into wolves and looked at vampires as their natural enemies. Yet, these ones could shift in the light of the morning. They seemed in control of their actions, and they ran in a pack. More than that, they had faced them, and they were still alive. Children of the Moon, they definitely were not.
The Cullens headed back to their home to await nightfall, still unsure of who exactly they had just encountered but certain they’d end up with a good enough deal in their new town.
“That was awfully easy, wasn’t it?” Esme said as they settled around their living room. “I thought we were sure to get a bigger fight.”
“Those mutts knew they were outnumbered and outpowered,” Edward chuckled as he slumped into the couch. “They would never put up a fight with us.”
“Do you actively wake up in the morning and decide you’re gonna be a giant prick?” Rosalie scoffed. “Or is that just an awful character flaw you were born with?”
She couldn’t help the smirk that stretched across her mouth as Emmett snickered beside her, a sense of accomplishment surging deep within her.
Emmett had quickly become the blonde’s closest friend and confidante. While she helped him with his dietary struggles, he kept her company. And for the first time in the couple of years of her turning, she didn’t feel alone.
He’d kept her secret as he had promised. He said every time he felt the thought sprouting in his head and Edward was around, he would scream as loudly as he could in his mind. And he’d known it worked when the older vampire flinched for no reason at all. It had become a sort of challenge to the boy. He had gravitated from screaming to picking a jingle or a phrase a day that he would repeat over and over until Edward either left them or tuned him out. And he had done it all for the friendship he had built with Rosalie.
“What? You’re gonna defend them?” Edward countered with disgust. “As if you hadn’t thought the same thing. As a matter of fact, we all did. So, don’t go around thinking you’re better than me.”
“At least none of us said it out loud, Eddie-boy,” Emmettt interjected. “That’s the difference here. Don’t get angry because other people have some shred of dignity.”
“Oh, please, you’re only saying that because you always take Rosalie’s side,” the boy grumbled. “If it weren’t for her, you would be saying the same thing.”
“Is that right?” the bigger vampire challenged. “You think you know me, Edward? Do you really think you know a single thing about me?”
“I know enough. There’s only so much you can hide from a mind reader, Emmett.”
“You’d be surprised,” he smirked. “Just because you can read my mind doesn’t mean you’re getting anything of substance.”
“Well, I normally do when my subject’s lights are on upstairs,” Edward jabbed. “But I can’t ask a lot from a guy who thought they had a chance at winning against a bear.”
“Maybe not then, but I’ve taken one on now,” Emmet spat, standing in front of Edward and towering over the boy as he stood. “And I can most definitely take you on as well if you want to question what’s going on in my head. And we both know who is going to win between us.”
“Alright, boys, that’s enough,” Esme interrupted, ever the mother she was. “It does us no good to fight within the family.”
“No, I think it’s healthy to air out our grievances from time to time,” Emmett continued, his eyes trained firmly on Edward’s. “Sometimes people need to be knocked down a peg or two. Works wonders for the ego.”
“I don’t know why you’re being so protective over Rosalie,” Edward said, suddenly snapping his eyes toward the girl. “You shouldn’t be so protective of this fairy lady.”
If Rosalie had been able to breathe, she was sure those words would have knocked the wind out of her lungs. How could he have known? She’d guarded her thoughts well, and she knew Emmett had as well. “What did you just call me?”
“Come on, Rosalie. Let’s not play games here,” he smirked. “We both know what I’m talking about.”
“That’s enough, Edward,” Carlisle tried to interject, but the boy continued.
“If you wanted to hide your true self so much, maybe you shouldn’t leave your journal where anyone can see it,” he said. “It doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re a dyke.”
The sound of a slap echoed through the room as Rosalie’s hand smacked Edward’s cheek, the suddenness enough to have him stumbling back. He stared at her in shock, surprised at her break in composure.
“Take a walk, Edward!” Esme finally exclaimed. “You’ve gone far enough.”
But the girl didn’t stay long enough to see if he would stay or leave. She sped out the front doors and didn’t stop until she felt she was far enough away.
Anger bubbled deep in her chest, and she had no other method of release than violence. She pounded her fists into a tree, over and over and over until she had almost made it through the other side. She punched through her sadness, punched through her ire, punched through her fear. She punched until the tree could not hold itself upright anymore, tumbling to the ground with a deafening thud.
She had been so careful. Handpicked every single thought she had, kept her distance, and hid her personal things. And yet, Edward had been able to figure out her secret because of one careless day. One measly careless second, and he’d been able to see the one thing she kept closest to her heart.
“Do you mind if I sit with you?” she heard Carlisle ask from behind her.
She had sat on the tree she had broken, listening to the quiet of the forest before he arrived. It made her feel… well, alone. “Sure,” she sighed, brushing away the dirt that had stained her knuckles. “Can’t really stop you.”
“I wouldn’t if you didn’t want me to,” he said with a smile. They sat in silence for a moment as he tried to find the right words. “I’m sorry about Edward. He’s a good kid most times. Just… emotionally challenged.”
“Nice way to say he’s an asshole,” she scoffed. “I’m guessing you’re here to say I should start looking for a new coven.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Come on, Carlisle. I’m surely not what you expected me to be when you turned me,” she said, her eyes trained on her feet, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. “I’m definitely not someone that aligns with your moral values.”
Carlisle could only chuckle softly at the girl and her misconceptions. She’d been with the family for three years, and yet, she barely knew them at all. “When I was still a human, I used to judge everyone I met,” he said. “I was raised by a pastor, and I became a vampire hunter. Although, at the time, I didn’t know I was passing judgment. All I had known was that different meant bad, even when I strived to be better than my father.
“But life quickly showed me that nothing is simply black and white,” he explained. “I’ve lived too long now to keep those misconstrued thoughts alive in my head and my heart. I mean, I became what I was raised to hate most in my life. And I learned that just because you’re different, it doesn’t mean you are bad.”
“This is different from being a vampire, Carlisle. Even your bible says people like me are sinners and vile,” she said, her voice trembling under the weight of her words. “I am condemned and doomed just for who I love.”
“How is it any different? Well, I guess you weren’t born a vampire,” he chuckled softly. “But, it is still something you cannot change about yourself. In my eyes, loving someone could never be a sin. Even the good book says so. You’re not damned, Rosalie, and you certainly are not doomed.”
The last thing she had expected was Carlisle to be one of the most accepting people she could have met, other than Emmett, of course. She knew of his religious path and the beliefs he still held close to his heart. Those had her fearing the repercussions of him knowing her true self. Her sexuality was the only thing she could keep for herself. Guard it close to her heart so no one could use it against her—not that it had worked with Edward. She had gone two decades of her life hidden in the shadows, trusting only two people with her secret, but it had all been for naught. The people who truly cared for her wouldn’t mind who she loved as long as she was happy.
“I promise I will reprimand Edward for the words he said and for infringing on your privacy,” Carlisle smiled. “And I give you my word that he will never, ever use that hateful rhetoric in our house ever again.”
“Thank you, Carlisle,” Rosalie beamed. “You can’t know how much this means to me. Truly.”
“We’re on your side,” he said. “Whether you feel it or not, Rosalie, you are part of this family. And we’ll stand beside you through it all.”
The girl couldn’t help but wrap her arms around the man. All words escaped her as she tried to pick the right ones, but a hug seemed like the right response. Carlisle had brought her into this new world out of pity, but he’d gently guided her to people who loved her unconditionally—except for the one exception. Even if she detested the life she had to live as a vampire, she was grateful to have at least that.
“Well, we should head back and get things sorted before tonight,” Carlisle said. “We need to go into this as a united front. Or at least appear like we are.”
“As long as Edward stays as far away from me as possible, I don’t see why we won’t.”
“You won’t have to worry about that,” he assured. “And just so you know, Esme gave him quite the talking to before I left. I bet we could catch the end of it if we hurry back.”
Rosalie reciprocated Carlisle’s playful grin before they took off in a sprint back to the house. Lo and behold, Esme was still yelling at Edward when they arrived, his face solemn like that of an ashamed child. Meanwhile, Emmett stood not too far back, snickering to himself and, more likely than not, giving the mind reader hell inside his head.
It took everything in the girl not to boast as she walked past him, her head held high and a grin adorning her pink lips. He wouldn’t meet her gaze, his eyes trained on the tips of his fingers. She rather preferred it that way. Edward had no right to look her in the eyes, and she was glad he finally knew his place.
For the first time in the three years she had been with the Cullens, she had finally felt part of the family. She hadn’t expected them all to rally behind her against Edward, but her heart warmed as they did. They had all seen past her cold exterior and inhuman beauty. They had seen her soul and learned her worth. They cared for her, and they weren’t ashamed to show it.
At that moment, she wondered what would have happened if Vera had also become a vampire. They could have both joined the Cullen family and finally have the life they had dreamed of—at least the mirage of it. They would have been able to love each other and live freely amongst the immortals, sure that they’d be loved and protected. She thought they’d have love stories written about them, poets and singers would cry at the mention of their love. They would’ve had eternity and a day to bask in the warmth of the other, and no matter what anyone thought, they could simply be.
But then, there’s a reason why dreams only appear when we’re asleep. At some point, they end, and you wake up.
There would never be a perfect ending for them whether they lived for eternity or just a day more. Their love was meant to end at one moment or another. There had been a semicolon placed on the story the moment Vera got married and had Henry. And a period ended their sentence the second blood stopped rushing through Rosalie’s veins.
Vera had always been a dream for Rosalie, and turning into a vampire simply woke her up.
Hours passed, and finally, the moon had reached its highest point in the sky. The clock on the living room wall confirmed that midnight had arrived, and it was time to face the wolves once more. In the distance, a string of smoke signaled their destination, and they rushed toward it.
The smell of fire filtered through their noses soon enough, mixing with the scent of the wolves and the forest. The wind murmured a quiet warning to everyone and everything around; what was about to occur that night was nothing short of history in the making.
When the Cullens arrived, three men wearing wooden wolf helmets were waiting for them. Behind them, a large bonfire crackled and danced, filling the darkness with a bright and warm hue. It would have been a beautiful sight to behold had it not been for the menacing stares the three men were gifting the vampires.
“I take it you’re Ephraim Black,” Carlisle said, breaking the silence and extending a courteous hand toward the other man. “As I said before, my name is Carlisle Cullen, and this is my family…”
“We can skip the niceties, cold one,” Ephraim interrupted. “We are here to settle business and go our own ways.”
“Alright, if that is what you choose,” the vampire smiled. “Shall we begin then?”
That night, a treaty was formed between two unlikely kinds. Between maps and discussions, an agreement over land and behavior was reached, pertinent to their current lives. Mutual discreteness over their supernatural status, explicit boundaries in regions of the town, and, most importantly, no harm could ever come to a human, whether by hunting or transforming them into a vampire. If any of these terms were broken, it would mean the start of a war between the Quileute tribe shapeshifters and the Cullens. And a war would mean an inevitable end to one of the races.
Rosalie understood the need for a treaty. Being at odds with someone so close by could only lead to pain and discomfort, and she already knew what it was like to live with that.
But seeing the shifters’ ability to put everything aside for the common greater good—regardless of whether or not they had felt outnumbered—gave her the best solution to her Edward-shaped dilemma. After that night, he would never treat her like he had, and she’d behave amicably toward the boy, pretending he was nothing more than a thorn in her side—a tiresome nuisance, if you will.
At the end of the day, it was only eternity.
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1945 was a weird year for rosalie. after a whole decade of being completely inamoured with emmett, and after they had woken up from their honeymoon haze, she only had one thing on her mind.
rosalie wanted a baby.
of course, this wasn’t anything new, and emmett often felt the guilt of not being able to give her what she wanted, to give her the other half of her happiness, but she could never blame him for it. he had been so good to her for the past ten years, and he had distracted her from the self loathing she had carried with her since being turned, but now that they were able to be around their family without tearing each other’s clothes off, she felt like a piece of her soul was missing again, the ache in her heart that had consumed her before meeting emmett had returned.
• • • • •
it had been purely instinct, really. she couldn’t actually explain what had happened. during the late evening on a winter night, snow slowly falling around them as they walked through the empty streets, she felt a pull, and all it took was a split second of emmett looking away and rose was gone.
emmett couldn’t even pick up her scent anymore and so, frantically, he returned to the rest of his family and explained what happened to the best of his ability. edward couldn’t catch any of rosalie’s thoughts, and knew that she hadn’t been planning on leaving or anything.
across town from where she had disappeared, rose was perched on the front steps of a church, cooing to a bundle in her arms. something had taken over her, and in the split second that she had heard that cry, she had gotten to that church as quickly as possible. someone had abandoned their newborn there, a tiny baby, in the cold.
it took roughly an hour, but eventually, carlisle managed to pick up her scent and tracked it all the way to the church. he approached slowly, noticing his adoptive daughter’s protective stance. her body was curled around the bundle in her arms, shielding it from any danger. he called out to her.
“rosalie.”
at this she startled, hugging the infant even closer to her body, before loosening up as she recognized carlisle.
“she’s all alone, carlisle,” she struggled not to sound hysterical, “someone just left her here, all alone in the cold. they don’t want her.”
as much as carlisle had known this was a possibility, he had thought he would have a few more years before she would give in to her need for a child. he knew that she was aware that it wouldn’t work, that she couldn’t possibly raise a child to be her own, but he could also recognize the role she had already taken on. she had become this child’s protector, any and all of her maternal instincts rising to ensure that this infant was safe.
• • • • •
“where did you get a kid?!?”
of course that was emmett first question, after the family had regrouped. it was a valid question because, really, he knew how much his mate had wanted a child and wouldn’t put it past her to steal one, as bad as that would be. he was glad to see her, see that she was safe, but she wouldn’t let anyone get near her (mostly near the little girl in her arms).
after explaining as much as she could — “they just left her! i knew she needed me, she was calling for me and i had to help her, emmett, they hadn’t even bundled her properly! the poor angel’s little fingers were out, and they were blue!” — edward stepped up to fill in on the actual details.
he was perplexed at the state of her mind. on the surface, first and foremost, was the repetitive loop of she’s mine, keep her safe, she’s mine, keep her safe, but underneath that he could see the memory she was thinking of. one second, she had been admiring the snow, thinking about how cute emmett looked with the small flakes catching in his dark hair, and the next second there was what sounded like the beginning of a cry, and suddenly she was looking down at a pile of blankets on some snowy steps. there was the flash of her getting from point a to point b, but it was the fastest he had ever seen anything move, and it was as if she had just appeared there.
he tried to vocalize what he was seeing, but could only chalk it up to pure instinct bringing her there.
• • • • •
eventually, the family had gotten used to the baby, who rosalie had named vera, after her childhood friend. they all understood that rosalie needed to care for her, that she needed to raise her, and they were more than willing to accept that. emmett had been quick to adjust and acted as the perfect father to vera, and rosalie had never been happier.
esme taught rosalie as much as she could, and the baby was as good for her as she was for rosalie. nothing could ever replace her son, having little vera around and being able to watch her grow and experience the things her son had never gotten to was bittersweet. but, she was beyond supportive to rosalie, and loved being a grandmother.
in 1950, when alice and jasper joined the family, tensions had been heightened. rosalie didn’t trust jasper, who had only been a vegetarian for 2 years at that point, around her human daughter. it was decided that rosalie, emmett, and vera would go off on their own for a few years, and they settled down in northern canada for the next five years, until jasper was more in control.
• • • • •
vera first started to ask questions around the age of twelve. she knew her family was different, but she hadn’t known why. she questioned why everybody still looked so young, why they had to move so often, why she was the only one who ever ate food, and a variety of different questions. it had been carlisle’s job to answer all of her questions, but she had understood quickly.
as she continued to age, she found herself having to refer to her parents as her siblings, and had taken to joining her aunt, uncles, and parents in high school.
at 18, rosalie sat down with vera and told her daughter of her past, her human life, and of how she had found vera. she told her daughter that, as she was now an adult, she could choose to become a vampire so that she would stop aging and could stay with her family indefinitely. of course, it wouldn’t have to happen immediately, and she could wait as long as she wanted to simply choose to age until death. rose made sure to emphasize that she would never make any choices for her daughter, and that even though she wouldn’t wish this life upon anybody, she would support her daughter in whichever path she took.
deciding that she didn’t want to grow older than her mother, she made the choice that she would be turned immediately. she hadn’t had the same want for a family as her mother had, and she was happy enough being frozen at 18, not worrying about having children.
in 1963, vera hale became immortal. carlisle, still having the most control, had been the one to turn her, but her mother had been by her side through the change, not once leaving. they moved back to northern canada, in the same isolated area that they had lived in through the first half of the ‘50’s, where they stayed until vera had her thirst under control. being so far north had its perks, as the family discovered that vera had been reborn with a gift to influence snow and ice. emmett found it hilarious and always made a point to joke about the connection between her birth and rebirth, as she had initially been found in the cold.
• • • • •
decades later, rosalie would think back to the night she had found her daughter. there were still so many questions that would never be answered, but the biggest being how. how had she been able to, first of all hear the baby, but get to her so quickly. in the end, she didn’t dwell on those thoughts much, because her one true wish, in life and death, had come true.
rosalie had a baby, and was now able to spend the rest of forever with the two beings who completed her. she no longer felt that gaping emptiness in her chest whenever she saw a new mother pass by on the street, and instead she was filled with feelings of nostalgia.
I don't know if you all remember the one shot I wrote last month about Edward in 1970s Times Square, but I've decided to make it a series!
It's called The Latter Half of the 20th Century and will be a series of one shots exploring Cullen family antics in the often neglected decades (60s-90s). Hope you come along for the ride; I have some fun ones up my sleeve.
Watch this blog, because I should have a new update this weekend...
Victoria x Heidi ? i mean, why smeyer never think about it... oh i know why!!!
I’m so sorry I got this late, anon, and I hope you’re still around because the potential that this ship has destroys me... The tragic past.... the betrayal... the misunderstandings.... the reunion. I would absolutely write a fic if I had the time, just picture it...
The utter resentment Victoria would feel seeing Heidi stand with the vampires that killed their sisters... the faint pulse of grief and anguish and the simmering anger in Heidi's heart, choked down by Chelsea's spell, when she sees Victoria tethered to a man so like those who abused her as a girl...
Their story would diverge from canon before Twilight takes place. It's 1998 and Maria, the Egyptians, and the Romanians conspire in secret to build a newborn army to destroy the Volturi, but they will not be so hasty in their execution as they’d been in the past.
For this, they need vampires who are special, including a tracker, so Maria uses her American resources to find James. No Demetri, but he’ll do. Victoria will be a bonus, an unkillable fighter and spy, but she freezes at the proposal, old griefs and repressed terrors gnawing at her nerves. She urges James to say no. He placates her half-heartedly. But they promise him power, and when that fails to entice him, they offer him a chance to play the ultimate game: hunting the most elite of their kind. He agrees, and drags her and Laurent along with him.
Slowly, they manage to pick off the weakest members, targeting whoever leaves isolation, until a fifth of the members have been disposed of. (Some of the nameless ones we know nothing about, for sake of ease.) This strategy only takes them so far, and soon the groups are forced to face each other head on. They meet in battle. The Volturi have the advantage of powers, but there are rebel recruits with powers too, and their numbers - hidden so carefully using powers, strategy, and stealth, because Maria has learned plenty since her first war - easily quadruple theirs. It’ll be close.
The casualties soar, each Volturi member taking out five or six to every one the rebels fell. Victoria works her way to the frontline, and by happenstance, it's Heidi staring opposite her, still as arrestingly beautiful as she remembers. The fight between the two is all instinct, all feeling, and the anger and hurt in Victoria's heart is intense enough to make her feel sick but not enough to stop her from throwing herself on the brunette's back. She's shaken off easily; the two seem to be at an eternal standstill... until a newborn of abnormally impressive speed and strength manages to rip Chelsea's head from her shoulders, and Heidi...
Heidi crumples to the ground at Victoria's feet. In perfect harmony, nearly a third of the remaining Volturi stagger to a stop, some losing their heads for their hesitation, but Victoria is frozen, watching.
A few soft, low, distressed groans rumble in Heidi's throats, as she brings her hands to her head, as her face shifts from that callous serenity into pained confusion. The redhead just stares at the bent over figure of who was once her sister, disturbed, suspicious, curious and worst of all, worried, as the noises fade into whimpers, before stopping altogether.
And then all at once her expression folds into a great, gaping grimace, and from her throat tears a gross, broken wail. It’s a cry like an infant’s, a plea for relief offered with no understanding of why or from what. Around the battlefield, the few others who survived being freed from Chelsea form a chorus. The fighting starts to slow, as members of either side use the distraction as an opportunity to escape the carnage and coalesce with their fellow soldiers on their own territory.
Someone grabs Victoria’s arm - she hisses, eyes wide, nobody touches her, how - and she looks up at Laurent - the terror drains, her body has never flinched away from Laurent, he’s safe -
“Come on, Tigress,” he snaps, neither smooth like silk nor warm like summer and she hesitates. He growls and pulls and he runs, and she is dragged behind him, almost floating, and she only turns around just in time to see Heidi’s wide, black eyes lock on her, igniting with a fury so hot it singes her from a hundred yards away.
“What was that?” she demands in a hush, when they get back to the others, when she crosses over to Maria and bends down low and bends close at the side of her chair.
“You know Chelsea could control bonds,” Maria huffs, not impatient but not gentle either. “Killing her has the side effect of weakening the enemy forces. Quicker, than we had hoped, too.”
“The screaming, Maria,” Victoria pushes.
Maria scowls. “I heard it, too, Victoria! What do you want from me?”
“What exactly have her powers been doing to them all this time?”
Maria’s eyes flutter shut, before she sighs, a performance, but an earnest one, and beautiful, too. “We don’t know. But we are doing all that we can in retaliation, now.” She pauses. “I am sorry, about James. He was... He was not a man I liked to work with, but he had his strengths. And I know he meant something to you.”
Victoria stops, for a moment. She looks around at the others gathering there, few of them familiar, only one of them known. Softly, she thanks Maria and leaves her to plan. She hadn’t even realized that James was dead. She goes to Laurent’s side, and they sit on the forest floor, leaning against one another.
“I know he meant a lot to you,” he says, and she doesn’t reply. “I know you never wanted to get involved in the first place. If you leave now -”
She shakes her head. “I need to see this through,” and when he looks at her, she shrugs, “it’s what he would have wanted?”
He looks away, shrugging in that way of his, and she thinks he knows that she isn’t feeling anything she should. Maybe if she wasn’t at war already. Maybe if he had died some other way, at someone else’s hand, someone who wasn’t trying to kill her, too. For centuries, she’d felt tied to the world by him. Her hips by his jealousy, her throat by his teeth. Her eyes by the time he tried to kill her and her feet by his failure.
Something else is pulling her through now, though, and not by a puppet string, or a leash. A hand, Laurent’s hand, on her arm, and the sound of the most beautiful mouth in the world stretched open in a broken scream.
Miles away, in a shallow cave, that same mouth is smeared with the scent of human blood. The pain had hit first, then the anger, then love, but after that when the hunger had crushed her in its embrace, smothered in the name of duty to a coven that had abducted her from herself, there had been little room for anything else. But now, sated, resting, her mind conjures a face, and a word comes to her lips, unbidden.
“Sister...” she gasps. It’s what Hilda had called them, but it doesn’t feel right.
“Victoria,” she tries again. Better.
A different face slithers into her head.
“Foul creature...” She stands up. “Disgusting tyrant!”
The image of Aro smiles back at her in her mind’s eye, unaffected by her words, distantly amused at best. But she has known him, and his cronies, and his wives. She has memories upon memories of a woman like her who bowed to his every whim for four hundred years, and she has a girl that she loves and the army accompanying her to listen, and now... she has a voice.
“I’m coming, Victoria... I’m coming, rat king,” she sneers, and disappears into the black, red stare flashing.
She will raise that voice to a riot and rip him to shreds.
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So... yeah. They’re lowkey probably my second favorite Victoria ship.
