#twilight angst

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angst

😭🙏dont u hate it when u type in angst and instead get smut

Im literally losing my damn mind because of it

WE IN THE BIG 2026 AND YALL PUTTING TO MANY SMUT

Im a freak too okay I get it but

I SOMETIMES JUST WANT A GOOD ANGST EITH MY PERIOD, OR JUST WANT TO BE IN AN EMOTIONAL BTCH 😭😭😭💔

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<<<<Part 7

Part 9>>>>

It’s happening. The war is coming.

⚠️detailed description of Bella’s pregnant body, love bombing Edward, graphic next chapter.

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The plan came together faster than expected.

Jacob would tell Embry, Jared, and Paul that Carlisle was taking Esme and Emmett to Canada — that the strain of the pregnancy was too much, and they were seeking help from another coven. You couldn't do it with him, you couldn't watch Embrys face as you sat there and lied to him. The story was clean. Just enough truth to not stink of deception.

The trick was getting the Cullens out without the rest of the wolves catching their scent.

So Jacob and Y/n worked out a timed distraction — a minor confrontation at the edge of the property to lure Sam's patrol team far enough for the others to slip past unnoticed. It wasn't perfect. But it might work.

"If anything goes wrong," Y/n said to Carlisle, her eyes deadly serious, "don't come back." As in, don't come back to forks, and die far away from me.

Carlisle nodded once. He understood exactly what you were saying."We'll be careful."

You watched them prepare in silence. Watched Esme press a kiss to Rosalie's and Alice's cheek. Watched Emmett hug his wife one last time before following his family out through the glass door behind the house.

By the time they were gone, the house felt colder.

And heavier.

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Later, you sat at the kitchen island, turning a mug of untouched tea in your hands while Rosalie quietly helped Bella drink down another half-bag of blood. It was painful to watch. Jacob and Seth were carrying out the plan, Alice and Jasper away upstairs away from the blood. She looked like a ghost wrapped in skin, fragile and pale, eyes too big in her face, her hands trembling as she passed the cup back.

"I'm good," she whispered to Rosalie, and for once, Rosalie didn't argue.

When the blonde left the room, trying not to make too much eye contact with you, it was just you and Bella.

You didn't speak. Not at first. You just stared out the window, watching the trees sway like they knew something was coming.

"I thought he broke up with you."

Bella's voice was soft. Brittle. Like if she spoke too loud, her ribs might snap again.

You didn't look at her.

She took a shaky breath. "I really... I didn't think he'd just leave you like that. And I didn't think you'd come back."

You scoffed under your breath. Still no eye contact.

"I didn't not care about you," she rushed. "I just... I thought it was over between you two. That maybe he loved me more."

You finally turned your head. She really didn't know what to say out of that mouth of hers.

"You know what girl code is, right?"

Bella blinked.

"You don't date your friend's ex unless you ask if it's okay," you said flatly. You tried to be nice- tries but to say anything that'll break this girls heart. You tried not to call her a friendless loser who lacks social ques- and of course she didn't know what the hell girl code was. "And even then — you better hope she doesn't say yes just to keep the peace."

Bella looked down at her lap.

"I didn't want to fight with you," she whispered.

"No," you said, voice low and controlled. "You didn't want to feel guilty."

That hit. You saw it in the way her bony shoulders curled forward, like she was trying to cave in on herself.

"I loved him," she said quietly.

"So did I." You replied dryly.

You stood up slowly, not wanting to cause her body stress by yelling or storming off. But your heart was roaring in your chest, and you could feel your skin itching and burning.

"I don't care what you thought, Bella. You could've called. Texted. Asked. Anything. But you didn't. You waited until I left the state, then you put on a white dress and married him."

Bella didn't cry. She looked like she wanted to, but her body didn't have the energy.

You walked toward the door. Stopped just before you crossed the threshold.

“If you survive this — and I hope you do — don't speak to me again... matter of fact while you're at it, stay out of my brother's life as well."

You didn't wait for her response.

You stepped out into the cold. It was approaching dusk now, the weather cooling down as the sun went down.

The moment the door closed behind you, you felt the tension leak out of your body like smoke. The cold air hit your face, sharp and biting — but it was cleaner than the air inside. Less heavy. Less crowded with all the things left unsaid.

You walked toward the back of the Cullen property, the ground soft beneath your toes, the trees just far enough to muffle the silence. You didn't know where you were going, not really. You just needed to move. To breathe.

A branch cracked behind you.

You didn't startle. You already knew who it was.

"Thought you hated the cold," Leah said, stepping up beside you.

You didn't look at her. "Still do." It’s not that you hated the cold. You loved the snow. It’s what it reminded you of.

She gave a dry chuckle. "So dramatic."

The two of you walked in silence for a while, the kind that only people like you — angry, exhausted, and over it — could find comfort in. Leah's energy was as tense as yours, but not the same kind of tension. Hers wasn't born from betrayal.

Hers was born from loss.

"You okay?" she asked eventually, arms tucked over her chest.

You shrugged. "I've been better."

Leah nodded slowly, like that made sense. "I don't get it. Why are you risking all this for Bella? After what she did to you?"

You took your time answering, and amused huff leaving your nose in a way that said: good point.

"I'm not doing it for her," you said. "I'm doing it because there's a baby involved. It didn't ask for this. It didn't choose who its parents are."

"Sounds like someone else I know," Leah muttered under her breath.

You snorted. "Exactly."

She kicked at a rock with her boot. "You could've stayed. With Embry."

You didn't respond. Not immediately. If anything your brain lagged a little.

The sound of his name hit somewhere soft. Somewhere you were still pretending didn't exist.

“I couldn't stay in Sam's pack," you said. "Not with how they were talking about killing Bella. It didn't sit right."

"That's not what I meant."

You looked at her.

"I meant... you left your imprint," she said, voice softer now. "That's not normal."

You swallowed.

"I didn't want to," you admitted. "But I didn't really have a choice...plus is any of this normal?"

Leah shook her head. "Guess not...I don't get it. I don't understand how everyone else gets this... purpose. This person. And I'm still stuck dealing with his mistakes."

You knew exactly who she meant.

Sam. The man who "used" to love her. The man who imprinted on her cousin. The man who shattered her.

"They say imprinting is about carrying the gene," Leah continued, her voice brittle. "That it's nature choosing who gets to pass on the wolf blood. I wonder if I'll get lucky enough to know what that feels like." To be married, to create a family.

You looked over at her, really looked.

And for the first time, you saw how exhausted she was. How tired her spirit looked.

Leah wasn't angry for the sake of it, she was lonely. She was hurting. And she had nowhere to put it. You knew exactly what that felt like.

You reached out and touched her arm gently. "You're not broken."

She didn't respond. Just gave you a sad, sharp smile that didn't reach her eyes.

You were quiet for a long time after that.

You didn't talk about Embry — not directly — but your thoughts drifted there anyway. To the way his voice softened when he spoke to you. To the way he always stayed just a few steps behind, like he didn't want to push, but couldn't bear to be too far.

You wondered what a future with him would look like.

Then you hated yourself for wondering.

You weren't ready.

You weren't sure if you ever would be.

But imprinting didn't care. It through you in without warning, forced you to be ready. And you felt it, that tight pull on your heart from being away from him, and you know he felt that same thing.

Leah turned back toward the house. "I'm gonna shower. My back's killing me.. I figured it's time for me to finally give in and just accept that I'll be here for a few days." She was stubborn, but she refused to be stinky.

You nodded with a small smile. "Go ahead. I'll finish a round around the perimeter."

She walked off without another word, her shoulders loose for the first time all day.

You let the silence settle around you again. Let yourself breathe.

That was when you felt him.

Not heard. Felt.

You turned slowly.

Edward stood maybe six feet away, hands tucked into the pockets of that same damn coat he always wore. His hair was tousled from stress, his eyes dark — not from thirst, but regret.

"I was hoping I'd catch you alone," he said.

You blinked once, slowly.

Then turned your back on him.

"Y/N, please."

You said nothing.

"You can hate me. I deserve that," he said, voice low. "But I never meant to—"

"Stop." You wasn’t trying to hear that shit

He froze.

You turned back, eyes hard. "You don't get to come out here and play the tortured hero. You already made your choice. You married her. You put your hand on her stomach and claimed that thing before she was even showing. You made your family my enemy."

Edward's face twisted, because it wasn't the full truth. He hated that thing inside of his wife up until he heard its thoughts. But that was besides the point. "I didn't want it to happen like this."

"But you let it," you snapped.

"You don't understand—"

"Oh, I don't understand?" You stepped forward now, your voice rising, trembling with everything you'd tried to bury. "When you came back from... wherever it was you were... I ran to you—I hugged you! Held you—and you sat there and hugged me back, pushing your nose into my hair—YOU HELD ME! You embraced me like you really loved me. As if you cared. But you didn't... you didn't care—"

"I did care!" he cut in, stepping closer with his thick brows drawn together in desperation. When he came back from “alaska” for six months, or at least that’s what he told you. It was a lie you were starting to gather.

But you stepped right up to him too, close enough to make him stop breathing. You smelt different, a reminder that you weren't the same Y/n he fell in love with. And he had to mourn you like you mourn your relationship with him.

"All you do is manipulate and lie." Your voice dropped into something sharper, colder. "And I hope it was worth it. I mean, you get a baby out of it. What do I get? Constant headaches and continuous pain and heartache. You and your wife get to have guard dogs to keep you safe. I hope making me hate myself—and you—was so worth it."

"You don't mean that," he said, more wounded than offended.

You clenched your jaw, lips tightening to keep from breaking. Your dark eyes searched his, looking—desperately—for something. Comfort. Love. Regret. Anything that felt real.

All you saw was possession.

Need.

And you were disgusted.

"You don't mean that because I can hear your thoughts—"

"Stay out of my head!" you snapped.

He ignored you. He always did.

"I hear everything you think. Don't sit here out of anger and say words you don't mean. You love me. I can hear your heart speeding up right now—getting faster as I say those three words. You. Love. Me. And I'm not Jasper, but I can feel the love you have for me—because I feel the same way—I love you—"

You scoffed, voice breaking as tears filled your eyes. You backed away like his presence alone might suffocate you. Your breath caught in your throat, your chest heaving. You couldn't breathe. Couldn't inhale without pulling in his scent. That familiar, unwanted, cruel scent.

“Stop talking—"

He stepped forward again, his cold, too-hard hand catching your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

"I hate you!" you screamed.

Inside the house, Bella's heart skipped. You heard it. You knew she heard you too.

You tried to pull away, but his other hand gripped your arm, not rough—just enough to keep you still.

"I love you," he whispered, broken. "And I'm sorry I couldn't choose you... I hate myself for what I put you through, for what you're going through. I would've broken the treaty for you. But I didn't. Instead, I cheated on you. I manipulated you. I manipulated my family, Bella, Charlie... everyone... to make my mistakes feel validated. I love you... I wish you were her..."

He swallowed, eyes filled with something so raw it almost made you flinch.

"Because I fell for you first," he said softly. "But you're not her."

The words cracked like glass inside your chest.

You weren't her.

You were never her.

Is this what Jacob felt?

When Bella kissed him, cried for him, leaned on him... only to choose Edward in the end?

Is this what your brother had been carrying all this time?

Because as much as she loved him... it was never really him.

The tears rolled down your cheeks, but your face stayed stone.

You weren't her.

I'm not her.

Why couldn't I be her?

It was like a rubber band finally snapping — one you'd been stretching for too long:

Left to college with a fever.

Stretch.

Constant growing pains.

Stretch.

Untreated bipolar disorder (thank you, school counselor).

Stretch.

Get back home only to find out your boyfriend is getting married—

Snap.

"Stop."

His voice tried to pull you back into reality.

His arms, too. They moved to hold you.

The pain settled in your bones like cold rain. You could feel it in your throat, in your chest, in the soles of your feet.

But you weren't going to scream again.

You weren't going to let him see you break.

Not this time.

Edward stepped toward you again, slower now, eyes wide with something desperate, something unspoken.

But you held your hand up and stepped back.

”When this is done," you said, voice flat and hollow, like the words were already carved in stone, "every one of you will leave Washington."

His face faltered.

"I don't care where you go," you continued, your voice steady now, like ice. A shrug. "I don't care how you spin it to Bella or Charlie or the world. But you won't stay here. You don't get to linger like you didn't rip people apart."

Edward's lips parted. Maybe he thought he could still say something to change your mind. Still shift the tides.

You didn't give him the chance.

You turned and walked.

Not fast. Not shaken.

You left like a storm receding into silence — powerful, permanent, and with nothing left to give.

And behind you, for once, he was the one left standing in the wreckage.

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[sleepyafcapricorn]

Headcanons to Bella Swan x Shapeshifter Reader:

SUMMARY: bella finds someone new but her trust issues got the best of her when she couldn't find you during a stormy night.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: do note that the reader is a shapeshifter aka werewolf and that's the reason why they are outside at night doing a patrol. also, Jacob is not a love interest for bella but acts a bit like a little brother and a good friend. and yes, bella knows that reader is a shapeshifter too. on a side note, i'm not sure if you guys can see it, but i just want you all to imagine the picture below to seem as if bella wears a slightly teary smile on her face like she had just finished crying and started to smile.

MASTERLIST & REQUESTS: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.

Bella genuinely believed she was finally healing after Edward left, but meeting you. A warm, grounding, shapeshifter pulled her back together more than she ever intended to admit.

She trusted you more easily than she expected, but that trust was fragile, built on bruised memories of people leaving, so fear came quickly when you weren’t where you were supposed to be.

On a stormy night, Bella woke up to thunder shaking the house and immediately panicked when she saw your side of the bed empty, forgetting you had gone out on patrol.

Even though she knew what the pack did at night, the sound of the storm triggered her fear of abandonment so hard that tears already pricked her eyes before she could calm herself.

Without thinking, she rushed outside into the rain, calling your name through the trees, her clothes instantly soaked and her breath breaking in sharp, panicked gasps.

She stumbled through puddles, branches scraping her arms, her voice trembling because every step in the dark reminded her of being left behind in the woods once before.

Jacob was the first to realize she was gone, and when he found the house empty and the door blown open by the wind, even he swore under his breath and immediately alerted the pack.

He wasn’t jealous. Jake just cared deeply about Bella like a brother, and the idea of her wandering alone in a storm made his stomach twist with fear for her safety.

Meanwhile, you were in the middle of patrol when a rush of panic hit through the pack-link. Sharp, overwhelming, and clearly directed at you.

Jacob’s voice followed seconds later, “She’s not in her house. We can’t find her.”

You sprinted so fast the rain blurred into streaks, shifting mid-run, your heartbeat hammering because Bella’s fear bled into you through instinct alone.

When you reached the house and saw her hoodie on the floor and the front door swinging open, your breath caught in your throat and your pulse spiked with raw dread.

The pack spread out instantly. Sam leading, Jacob taking cliffs, Embry tracking footprints, Paul checking the road—all powered by the desperate fear radiating from you.

They’d never seen you like this before: wild-eyed, frantic, calling Bella’s name with a loudness and desperation that made everyone move faster.

Tracking her scent was nearly impossible in the rain, but eventually you caught a faint trail. It was cold, shaky, and fading too quickly, and you followed it without pause.

You found Bella curled under a cedar tree, drenched, shivering violently, and looking up at you with a watery smile that broke you in half.

When she whispered, “I couldn’t find you… I thought— I forgot—” her voice cracked so painfully that you dropped to your knees and pulled her into your arms without hesitation.

You wrapped your coat around her shoulders, hands trembling as you tucked her against your chest, shielding her body from the freezing rain with your own warmth.

Bella clung to you immediately, fingers gripping your shirt like she was afraid you’d disappear again if she loosened her hold.

You whispered to her softly, telling her she did nothing wrong, telling her you were right there, telling her she was safe.

When the pack arrived, they stopped several feet back, understanding instinctively that she needed you, and only you, in that moment.

Jacob exhaled in relief and gave you a look that said he trusted you with her, even more after tonight.

You carried Bella back home bridal-style, her face tucked against your neck, her breaths still shaky as she murmured your name like it anchored her.

Back inside, you wrapped her in blankets by the fireplace, changed her into warm clothes, and sat close enough that your warmth drove away every leftover tremble.

Bella leaned into your side immediately, curling against you with a vulnerability that made something protective flare in your chest.

With a soft, shaky voice, she whispered, “You can’t just disappear on me,” and you gently told her, “Then wake me, or call me. I’ll always come back to you.”

She touched your hand affectionately, her eyes still glossy, and said she was glad she found you. You kissed her temple softly, promising, “I’ll always make sure you do.”

You carried her home, refusing to let her walk in the cold, kissing the top of her head the moment you crossed the doorway.

You wrapped her in blankets, sat beside her on the bed, and didn’t let go of her hand for hours, even after she fell asleep.

And from that night on, Bella always double-checked your patrol schedule… and you always reassured her with a kiss and a promise before leaving.

[sleepyafcapricorn]

May I make a Volturi request if asks are still open? If not sorry to bother 😅

Would you mind writing for the Felix reaction to his mate being a (female) wolf shapeshifter (like the from forks).

Also if you feel like it Marcus’s reaction too? (or Caius’s to mess with his racist arse 🤣 yes I know he was attacked by a werewolf and has trauma but that doesn’t mean go on a genocide hoping to drive an entire mythological species to extinction)

THE VOLTURI'S REACTION TO THEIR SHAPESHIFTER MATE

a/n: of course! i hope you don't mind but i decided to just do it with the rest of the volturis too!

masterlists & requests: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.

DEMETRI VOLTURI — THE CASANOVA

Demetri was absolutely thrown off when he found his soulmate on the battlefield. Confused, stunned, a little in awe, and then, of course, the biggest complication hit him: he was a vampire, and you were a shapeshifter. A forbidden pairing from the start. Add the Volturi into the mix, who openly despise shapeshifters and consider themselves superior to everyone, and it becomes even more impossible.

Demetri might be a high-ranking guard, but even high-ranking guards have limits. He’s spent centuries obeying the masters, following orders without question. So the moment he felt that bond with you, something inside him cracked a little. Throughout the entire battle, his eyes kept drifting to you. He was continuously watching, searching, unable to look away until the Volturi finally turned and left.

After the battle, he used whatever free time he had to see you. But he didn’t want to risk causing trouble in Forks or La Push, didn’t want to provoke the pack or attract attention. So he’d give you a subtle sign—just enough for you to notice—and lead you to meet him in Seattle or Port Angeles instead, far away from anyone who might interfere.

At first, you probably wanted to reject him. He was a Volturi. A vampire. A walking symbol of everything your people were taught to fight against. Even the idea of having a Cullen soulmate would’ve been enough to make you hesitate, but Demetri? That felt like a line you weren’t meant to cross. But then he shattered every expectation you had.

Sure, his reputation preceded him. Volturi’s “casanova,” the smooth talker, the flirt. But with you? He was a gentleman. Steady. Soft in all the ways you didn’t expect. He treated you right from the beginning, never pushing, never demanding, just quietly adoring you.

And slowly, that won you over.

The bond wasn’t easy. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even a normal soulmate connection by any stretch. But he tried—truly tried—to make it work. And you met him halfway. It might not be the ideal arrangement for either of you, but it was something both of you were willing to fight for, simply because it was each other.

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FELIX VOLTURI — THE EXECUTIONER

Felix was just as confused as Demetri, maybe even more so, but during the battle, he was under strict orders from the masters. He couldn’t break formation, couldn’t approach you, and honestly, he didn’t want to. Not yet. His loyalty had always belonged to the Volturi, and that didn’t magically change the second he realized you were his soulmate. But the curiosity was there, burning quietly in the back of his mind.

After the battle, it turned into a real internal dilemma.

One part of him wanted to find you immediately. The other part knew that once he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop. And that scared him—not because he feared you, but because he feared what it would mean for both your lives.

Eventually, he crossed paths with you again. This time, far from Forks, while you were on vacation. He didn’t approach dramatically or declare anything. Instead, he watched from the edges, observing you carefully. He didn’t want to disturb your peace. He even disguised himself a little, blending in with humans so he could get close without drawing suspicion.

To you, he was probably just a “summer fling,” some mysterious stranger you met on a trip. And that’s exactly how he wanted it. Felix didn’t dare turn it into something more. Not if it meant risking you seeing him for what he really was. A monster. A killer. A soldier of the Volturi.

He could handle being feared or hated by the world. He’d lived centuries with that. But the thought of you looking at him that way?

That was unbearable.

So he kept his distance. Protected you from the truth. Protected you from him.

He didn’t want to burden your life, or drag you into the darkness he lived in every day. Even if it meant denying the bond, even if it meant watching you walk away without ever knowing what you truly were to him.

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HEIDI VOLTURI — THE SEDUCTRESS

Heidi was in the middle of her usual duty, scouting for tourists for the Volturi’s feedings, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks the moment she saw you. She knew instantly you weren’t human, but the familiar pull, that strange knowing, hit her so hard she couldn’t ignore it. Curiosity flared in her immediately. Out of everyone in the Volturi, she took discovering a shapeshifter soulmate surprisingly well. She didn’t care about the rivalry, the history, or the politics. To her, you were already hers the moment she recognized the bond, and she was already yours.

She made every effort to get to know you whenever she finished her duties. But she hid a lot about herself. Not because she wanted to lie, but because she couldn’t risk you finding out what she truly did every day. It was already hard enough that you didn’t trust her just for being a vampire. If you knew she was part of the Volturi, you’d probably try to kill her on the spot.

So she kept her distance from the truth. She took on a new identity, masked her role, softened her presence. She was content for now just being near you, learning you, understanding the person behind the shapeshifter form. Even if it meant pretending to be someone else. Even if it meant hiding the darkest parts of her life just to keep you close a little longer.

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ARO VOLTURI — THE MANIPULATIVE KING

Aro has two moods, and your fate depends entirely on which one he’s in when he discovers the bond. If he’s in a terrible mood, he becomes reckless and impulsive, and his reaction to finding his soulmate—a shapeshifter, no less—intensifies tenfold. But regardless of his emotional state, there is no denying how deeply fascinated he is by the connection. After centuries of waiting, centuries of watching others find what he never had, destiny finally delivers him something extraordinary and impossible: you. A vampire bonded to a shapeshifter isn’t just rare—it borders on myth. And to Aro, that only makes the bond more valuable, more sacred, more his.

However, Aro does not take rejection well. In fact, he doesn’t take it at all. When you first push back or hesitate, he’ll pretend to be understanding. He’ll speak gently, offer patience, and assure you he respects your boundaries. But that calm demeanor is a mask—one he wears beautifully. Behind the softness is a mind already planning, already adjusting, already manipulating. Aro believes soulmates are absolute and unchangeable, a once-in-an-eternity connection that fate carved into your souls. For you to reject that? For you to walk away from him after he waited so long? In his mind, it isn’t an option.

So he begins to manipulate you, subtly at first. He twists conversations without you noticing, frames himself as someone you should feel sympathy for, and creates situations where you naturally rely on him. He gently pushes you toward accepting him, making you feel like it was your choice all along. And if you still resist him? If you try to leave despite his efforts?

That’s when Aro stops pretending. He will not let you go. Ever. He isn’t lenient enough to simply step aside and allow fate’s gift to slip through his fingers. If you run, he will find you. If you hide, he will track you down. No matter how fast or how far you go, Aro has Demetri, the greatest tracker in existence. And Demetri will always bring you back to him, no matter where on the planet you try to escape. Aro may love you, but it’s an obsessive, consuming, possessive kind of love—one that doesn’t allow rejection, and certainly doesn’t allow freedom. To him, you are fate’s promise, and he waited far too long to ever let you go.

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CAIUS VOLTURI — THE CRUEL KING

Caius has the worst reaction imaginable to discovering a shapeshifter soulmate—worse than Aro’s twisted fascination. Caius is the pillar of hatred toward shapeshifters, the one who has spent centuries fueling war, fear, and extermination. The idea that fate would bind him to the very thing he despises is, to him, the greatest humiliation the universe could inflict. When the bond clicks into place, it’s not awe he feels, it’s pure, unfiltered fury. His rage lashes out at everyone around him, guards and witnesses alike, because he has no idea how to direct it without destroying something.

There are only two paths Caius might take, and neither is kind. In one version, he kills you instantly and silently, unable to bear the shame of being connected to a shapeshifter. He convinces himself that severing the bond is better than acknowledging it, better than letting anyone else know that he, of all vampires, was tied to what he considers an abomination. It's cowardly, but Caius is driven more by anger and pride than reason.

In the second scenario, and far more dangerous, he keeps you alive, but only to be cruel. He uses your bond as a weapon, a twisted example of what he perceives as vampire superiority. He mocks you, belittles your kind, and flaunts his power at every turn. It's his way of trying to reassert dominance, to convince himself the bond isn’t a weakness. He treats you like a challenge he must conquer, a reminder he must control, and a lesson he intends to teach to others.

But what he doesn't expect is you. Unlike the rest of the supernatural world who fear Caius, you don’t cower. Your wrath meets his head-on. Equal, or even greater. You push back, you argue, you challenge him, and you’re not afraid to bare your teeth, figuratively or literally. And suddenly, Caius finds himself facing something he’s never had before: a soulmate who will not bow, who refuses to let him use the bond as a leash or a weapon.

That’s what makes you dangerous to him, and indispensable. As much as he hates it, as much as he rages against it, you become the one thing capable of breaking his centuries-old prejudices. Whether he wants it or not, you’re the foundation of something he never intended: a potential bridge between vampires and shapeshifters. You’re the only one who can match his fire, and the only one who can force him to change, however slowly or violently that process may be.

Caius may be the pillar of hatred, but you become the pillar of transformation. And he has no idea how to handle that.

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MARCUS VOLTURI — THE EXHAUSTED KING

He’s shocked—frozen, really—but he keeps it all to himself. Your species doesn’t matter to him. What leaves him wordless is simply having a soulmate at all, something he long ago stopped believing he’d ever experience again. The wound of losing Didyme never closed, and the idea of fate giving him another bond feels too heavy, too unreal. So he says nothing about it. Not because he doesn’t feel it, but because he doesn’t trust himself with something so fragile.

He avoids telling you because he refuses to raise your hopes only to shatter them. He believes he is still too lost in grief, too hollowed out by the memory of his wife to offer anything resembling love or stability. The last thing he wants is for you to become responsible for holding him together when he can barely stand on his own. In his mind, you deserve someone who can meet the bond with clarity, warmth, and certainty. Someone who isn’t drowning in the past.

Still, he can’t help being drawn to you in quiet moments. He wants to know you, wants to understand the person fate tethered him to. But he keeps his distance, not out of coldness, but out of fear of tainting the bond, fear of failing you the way he feels he failed others, fear of discovering he’s capable of loving again when he still can’t fully let go of the woman he lost.

Maybe, someday far in the future, he might be ready to open that part of himself. But he knows it won’t be soon, and he refuses to tie your life to his grieving shadow until he is absolutely certain he can offer you more than a broken half-heart.

[strangecreaturewrites]

⎯ 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 ❆ 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

jacob black x reader ⟢ after several days of silence from jake, you've decided you're going to get some answers — whether he wants to give them to you or not.

angsty new moon au | rated ga | 1.3k wc

no warnings

( in the book, this would be set in like... january? february? idk, still wintertime. i also ran short on time to edit — and this is being posted sooo much later than i wanted today — so i hope it's at least somewhat enjoyable, lol! )

Your heart pounded an anxious rhythm against your ribs as you pulled into the familiar dirt driveway. You didn’t know what to expect, showing up at Jake’s house unannounced, but after days of ignored phone calls and radio silence, you were determined to get some answers.

The rain had picked up on your drive from Forks to La Push, and from the sharp sound of it hitting your windshield, you could tell it had partly turned to ice. Not ready to face the cold, you cranked up the heat as you parked in the spot you’d come to consider yours in the past few weeks, a worn patch of grass right between the main house and Jake’s garage. Both buildings appeared dark and still, except for a lamp glowing golden and soft through one of the house’s front windows. Through the increasingly foggy windshield, you tried to spot his car, to no avail.

Is he even home? What if I drove here for nothing?

“Okay…” you whispered, coaching yourself, concentrating on keeping your next breath steady. “You’re just gonna start by knocking on the door.”

After that? Who knew what would happen. You wanted to yell at him for abandoning you — don’t think of that word- You wanted to cry and pound your fists against his chest because he knew what doing this would mean to you, he knew-

But more than anything, you wanted to understand. You wanted to grab his face and make him look into your eyes and tell you what was going on. You knew he was worried recently, scared of the looks he was getting from Sam, Paul, all the boys who used to be his friends before they changed. Did they get to him when you weren’t around? Did they force him to change, too?

Would the Jake inside that house right now be the Jake you remembered? The one who held you together when he caused you to fall apart?

Would he still be the Jake you needed?

The thought conjured a tempest in your mind. It’s not fair! It’s not fair! The words spun around your head at hurricane-speed and tore your heart to pieces, the fury stronger than any emotion you’d felt in months.

Face flushed, hands shaking, you killed the engine and propelled yourself into the cold, loudly slamming the door behind you, temporarily breaking the peaceful patter of rainfall on the soft earth. The icy drops felt like pinpricks on your overheated skin as you marched up to the front door.

Your knuckles rapped sharply on the old wood. Rudely, you peered through the glass at the top of the door, searching for any sign of movement in the low-lit front room.

It took a minute, but soon you saw Billy approaching the door. He cracked it an inch, just enough for you to see him.

He greeted you by name, then said, “He’s not here right now. I’ll tell him you stopped by.”

“Interesting,” you replied. Your barely-concealed pain caused your voice to shake. “I don’t think I believe you.”

Billy’s mouth pulled into a thin, sad line. “I’m sorry. I’ll let him know you came to see him. Okay?”

You hesitated for one second, two, then you pushed the door open wide and stomped deeper into the house.

“Jacob!” you shouted as you made a line toward his bedroom door. You shoved it open, your eyes darting to his bed to find-

It was empty. Mused, blankets and pillows hanging off the edges of the mattress, but empty.

You turned and marched back down the hall to find Billy making his way toward you, saying something, his voice full of apology. You felt your face crumple into a terrible, heartbroken expression, his words washing over you without really sinking in.

If you couldn’t lay your eyes on Jake soon… you didn’t know if your bruised and battered heart could take it.

“I’m sorry, Billy, I have to find him,” you choked, brushing past him again to break through the front room and trip back out into the cold Washington air.

Your shoes squelched in the mud as you rounded the house, half-running to the garage. You were considering whether you should peek through the windows or just unceremoniously rip open the door when suddenly the choice no longer mattered.

The garage door flew up, revealing the boy you’d been searching for, the boy who held your fragile heart in his hands, whether he wanted it or not. And he looked…

You stopped midway to him, letting your widened eyes understand what they were seeing.

Beyond the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt or shoes in the dead of winter, he was noticeably broader and taller since the last time you saw him. Like he’d gained several years on you in that time. Slowly, he walked toward you, his face pulled into a scowl, his dark eyes unreadable.

“You- you cut your hair. You got a tattoo. And you’re so… Have you been hitting the gym instead of calling me back?” Your voice was too thin and wobbly to let the joke land the right way. You blinked at him, your eyelashes heavy with water, unable to make sense of him.

It was as you feared it would be: the Jake in front of you was intimidating, unfamiliar. Changed.

“Talk to me! I know you heard me pull up, you were just gonna ignore me?”

“What are you doing here?” His voice was sharp and cold like the winter rain on your skin. “You should’ve never come.”

You flinched, body aching. “Why are you avoiding me?”

Rather than answering your question, he stopped only inches away from you. You could feel the heat pouring off of his body, and you swayed closer to him as if pulled by gravity. His gaze roved over you before he reached up and held your face in his hands. You shuddered, shocked by the difference in temperature between the two of you.

“Your lips are turning blue,” he murmured. “You need to go home. You can’t be here anymore. It’s not safe.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that, but I know I’m safe with you.”

He shook his head. “You have to leave. I’m not good for you anymore.”

No no no no no no no no no no

Your brain parried his words, and your vision flashed white, erasing his face and all the pity you saw there. All the resignation.

But you wouldn’t let this happen to you again.

Your hands moved of their own accord to find his face and pull him to you. Your mouth sealed over his, your teeth clanking with the force of your kiss. You drank in his surprised gasp; when his arms wrapped around you, the ice encasing your heart melted away. You didn’t notice your wet clothes sticking to your skin anymore, and the sound of the downpour striking the earth might as well have been the pounding of your heart, an all-encompassing roar.

His lips moved against yours with fervor, his warmth soothing your shivers, even though your body ached. You met each of his kisses with a smile, which grew and grew as time slipped away from you.

It had been too long since you felt this good.

His mouth broke from yours, only to laugh against your lips, “I need to get you inside. You’ll catch your death out here.”

Shuddering, you replied, “I’ll be alright,” but when he leaned away from your next kiss, you huffed, “Fine, but you have to explain to me what’s going on.”

His brow wrinkled, worry clouding over his features.

“I’ll do my best,” he promised, and he took your hand and led you toward the garage.

Your stomach clenched at the thought of what might come next, but you knew you had the strength to face it, as long as he was close enough to touch — as long as you could squeeze his hand, and you could feel him squeeze back.

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[lunajay33]

A New Member

•🪵🌑🍂🐺•

Summary: You and Seth have been attached at the hip since kids, but one fateful night things change everything and when you need him the most he disappears *fyi I’ve aged Seth up more to like 17/18, just because of the subject*

Pairing: Seth Clearwater x pregnant f!reader

Includes: Angst, happy ending, self doubt, suggestive

•Masterlist•

Seth and I were first introduced to eachother when we were about 4, my dad Charlie wanted to bring me along to a bonfire that Billy Balck had invited him to, Renee had taken Bella by this time so it was just me and my old man

When we got to the fire a bunch of kids were running around and I felt nervous, I hid behind Charlie’s leg as we walked over to who he said was Sue and Harry Clearwater

“Charlie you finally came! And who’s this little cutie?” Sue kneeled down to my level and she made me relax, she holds out her hand and I place mine in her, ever since Renee left I was always wary of mother figures

“This is y/n, she was very excited to come, but she’s my shy little girl” Charlie said laughing

“Well y/n, would you like to meet some friends? My little boy is the same age as you” I nod as she holds my hand and leads me over to where all the kids are playing around

“Seth honey! I’d like you to meet someone!” Seth perks up and runs over to us like a ball of energy

And when our eyes met it felt like all my shyness had dissapeared

“Seth this is y/n! She’s Charlie’s little girl, she’d love to play with you and your friends” Sue said smiling

“Yay! You’ll love my friends!” He beamed as he hugged me almost toppling us both over

He took my hand and we both ran over to the group of rowdy boys and one girl who looked similar to Seth

And ever since then they’ve taken me in to their group, and even though I was “a pale face” as they liked to joke, they always made me feel welcomed and as much a part of the group as anyone else

•

Present day

Seth and I were inseparable, you never saw one of us without the other, either he’d be at my place or I’d be at his, or even just out and about we’d be together, but our favorite thing to do was walk through the forest together, even with all these cases of hikers, it didn’t stop us from enjoying our secret spot

As he holds my hand leading me through the trees to our spot I can’t help but admire him, we’ve been secretly dating for 2 years, we didn’t wanna tell anyone because then our parents would definitely put a stop to our sleepovers

“Are you going to protect me if whatever’s been taking these hikers comes for us, Mr Clearwater?” He turns smirking at me from over his shoulder

“You know I would, nothings ever gonna hurt my bunny with me around” he picks me up in his arms twirling me around, placing a gentle kiss to my lips

“You know we should tell our families soon, with Bella back and hanging with Jake all the time she’s bound to catch on to us”

“Just a little longer, I love sneaking around with you, like it’s just me and you” his bubbly energy always warmed my heart

“Okay, just us” we get to a clearing that still had some flowers from the summer, slowly being taken over by the browning leaves of the coming Fall season

We always liked it at this time because of the cool temperature and the pretty autumn color that matched so beautifully with his complexion and long brown hair

We finally stop in the middle of the clearing and he holds me close wrapping his hands around my waist, over these past few weeks he’s grown a significant amount and he’s filled out a lot more too

“You know I’ve always fantasized about us here in our spot” I say running my hands through his soft hair, sure we’ve been together a few times before and he always made it special but this time there was something stronger blooming in my heart

“I have too, and you look just how I imagined, in your long lace white dress, your hair slightly curled” he recited the words like he had imagined a thousand times

“I want you Seth” I whisper as he leans down so our lips barely graze eachother

“Not as much as I want you bunny” he gently laid me down on the cool earth and touched me so gently like I was made out of glass, like I was so delicate to him

“You’re so beautiful….i love you more than anything, nothing will tear us apart”

“I love you too”

•

He dropped me off that night both of us giggling in our high of love, my hair a mess covered in fallen leaves and pine needles

“Text me when you get home okay?” I smile when he places a kiss to my cheek

“Always, night bunny”

“Night Seth” he got back in his truck and drove home leaving me feeling like I was in a fairytale

I walk inside saying night to Charlie as I quickly went upstairs so he wouldn’t fully take in my messy state, but when I get to the top of the stairs Bella comes out of her room and we both stop as she looks me over, she lets a smile break and I know I’ve been caught

“Please don’t say anything”

“Your secret is safe with me sis”

She followed me into the bathroom and helped clean out my hair from the remnants of the forest floor

“So how long has this been going on?” She asks

“A while, we’re just not ready to tell everyone yet”

“I understand, plus Seth is a sweet guy so I don’t have to worry about him hurting my little sis” I scoff not being able to help but smile

“Yeah he is” I can still feel where he touched me so gently, his fingers leaving a blaze of heat in its trail

•

It’s been a few weeks since that day, Seth and I would still hang out as much as physically possible, we were sitting on the couch in his place watching a movie with his family, I don’t know what was going on with Leah but she’s been more reclusive, cutting her hair, getting a tattoo, but I never pushed her on in

As I was cuddled up to Seth his warmth surrounding me I suddenly feel a wave of nausea wash over me

I try to shake it off but it doesn’t work, I bolt to the washroom and let up all that I’d eaten

“Hey are you okay?” Seth asks as he pulls my hair up out of my face and rubs my back

“Yeah, must’ve just been a stomach bug or something” I sigh as I sit back and he takes a cool clothe wiping my mouth

“Come on let’s get you a glass of water” we walk to the kitchen and he pours me a glass when sue comes in

“Everything alright dear?”

“Yeah I’m fine now”

“Okay, you kids should get to bed get some rest sweetheart” she smiled kindly and Seth agrees

We go to his room which was practically my second home, he hands me one of his big shirts that hung down to my thighs

Crawling into bed next to him feeling really tired now

“Get some sleep bunny” I got lulled to sleep from his warmth and his fingers playing with my hair, in the arms of the guy I was destined to be with

•

A few more days went by and I got sick every morning, even at the smell of certain food and then the dots started connecting, my period was late and it lined up to when Seth and I were together

I went to the store and picked up a pregnancy test, I take it at home and I’ve never felt so anxious, after the timer went off I shakingly turned over the test and there it was

Positive

What the hell am I going to do, of course I always dreamed of the day we’d have a family but not yet, our parents will kill us and they don’t even know we’re together

After much thinking I decide to just go straight to Seth and figure this out like we did with everything

I drive down to La push straight to the Clearwaters, I knock feeling my heart in my stomach, the door opens and it’s Leah her scowl disappears when she sees how distraught I am

“Hey you okay?” She asks

“I don’t know….is Seth here?”

“Yeah he’s out back with Embry and Quil, setting stuff for the fire” I nod and round the house, noticing Embry had also cut his hair Quil always had his short

I got closer until Seth noticed me and pulled me into his bear hug

“Hey you’re early!” He says pulling back and his bright smile drops and he cups my cheeks

“Bunny what’s wrong?” And I couldn’t stop the damn from breaking, tears streaming down my face and I weep in his arms, all three guys confused never really seeing me like this

“I need to tell you something Seth, just don’t leave me after I tell you”

“You know I could never do that” I look over at Embry and Quil and they nod understanding this was private

“We’ll go get more wood” Quil said

“We love you y/n” Embry yells out as they run into the forest, all the guys in the group were always so sweet to me like I was all their sister

“What’s got you so upset”

“I know why I’ve been so sick and tired, it’s because of our little fantasy we brought to life”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m……” the words felt like led on my tongue

“I’m pregnant” he went still his hands trailing down to my waist

I could hear Embry and Quil coming back thinking their “whispers” were going unnoticed as they laid down logs of wood

“Seth you okay man?” Embry asks

“Please say something…..I don’t know what to do” I could feel his body getting hotter his eyes unfocused and I swear I hear a grunt almost animalistic come from him

“Seth calm down buddy” Quil says as he steps between us as Seth started shaking, Embry took my hand trying to drag me away into the house

“Embry what’s going on?”

“Just trust me, you can’t be around him right now” was he that angry that I was pregnant

“Trust me you’re better to have distance right now” we get inside and I sit on his bed as Embry pulls out his phone and calls someone pacing the room

“Yeah Sam?” I could hear mumbling through the phone

“It’s Seth and……yeah she’s here, she came upset and told him something and he just started shaking”

“Okay see you soon” he hung up and sat on the bed next to me

“What did you tell him y/n?” He asked softly

“I can’t tell you, I don’t even know what to do and Seth…..if his reaction says anything is that he’ll probably never talk to me again”

He looks me over and settled on my belly and he sucks in a breath

“You’re pregnant?”

“How could you tell?”

“I just can, I’ve known you forever, it was just not really….ideal timing with what just happened”

“Why won’t you tell me Embry? What’s going on with all of you?”

“It’s a sec…..I physically can’t tell you” he says like he had a gun to his head and couldn’t say it

“I think I’m just gonna go home, tell dad I guess, he’s gonna kill me Em”

“Everything will be okay, just remember that whatever’s happening Seth could never leave you” he decided to drive me home and to run back to La push like some super athlete

I didn’t have the courage to tell dad I was pregnant so I wave goodnight and walk to my room, pulling on Seth’s hoodie and curling up in bed

“What am I gonna do baby”

•

It’s been weeks and I haven’t heard a word from Seth, from anyone, I’ve called and cried and begged for answers but received nothing and it’s eating me alive

The only people that knew about the baby was Seth and Embry and they’ve been dodging me like the plague and it hurts so badly

This baby was suppose to be a gift of our love, of the feelings between us that’s been blooming since we were children and now I feel so alone

It’s a rainy day and I can’t seem to get out of bed where I feel safe from the problems awaiting for me out in the world

A knock wraps on my door and Bella lets herself in, coming to sit next to my curled up sad confused body

“Hey sis….how’re you feeling?”

“I miss him bells…..” I stare at dreamcatcher on my nightstand

“What happened? You guys are practically attached at the hip”

“Something happened…..I made a mistake”

“Surely nothing you do could push him away, he loves you” god I wanted to tell her so badly, keeping this to myself was torture

“Do you promise to keep this to yourself”

“Well….i can keep a secret pretty good”

“Okay…..you know me and Seth have been together a while now”

“Yes I’m sure some others have caught on” she smile rubbing my arm

“Well….i guess I should just say it, I’m pregnant” she gasps and my heart drops

“Did you tell him?”

“Yeah and he didn’t say a word, he panicked or something and Embry pulled me away and he hasn’t spoken to me in weeks, nobody will” her eyes softened and she had an expression like she knew more that I didn’t

“Come on I’m taking you to Emily’s, this can’t be sat on, you guys need to talk, more than you know” I didn’t have the energy to deny her, so I got up in Seth’s hoodie again and grey sweatpants, my hair in a disheveled ponytail

She drove us down to Sam and Emilys, it was always so cozy here, we got out and I could here the chatter of all my friends inside, the ones that’ve been ignoring me

“I’m nervous” I instinctively place my hands on my teeny tiny bump

“Trust me this is exactly what you both need, just here them out, that’s still your Seth in there” she takes my hand and leads me inside not even knocking on the door

The room falls silent as the all look at us, Emily and Sam standing and all the guys shirtless oddly the only ones not here are Seth and Paul, everyone with a muffin in their hands

“Bella…..y/n what’re you doing here?” Sam asks

“I can’t stand around watching my sister cry herself to sleep again, they need to talk Sam”

“Trust me I know, we’ve just been keeping them apart for her own safety”

“Where is he then?” I finally speak and I can’t help but let my voice wobble

We all hear a call from outside the house like a kinda howl, I walk out the front door and round the house, hearing everybody following me like a pack of puppies

And I see him and something in me feels whole again, he freezes like he’s taken back by me being there or something but I didn’t care, I ran to him and his arms are open waiting for me as I crash into him, he holds me to tight and his warmth heals everything

“I’m so sorry bunny” he whimpers and I can’t help the tears that fall

“I needed you Seth, I still need you, we both do” I pull back and his hands fall down to my hips just like all those weeks ago, Embry left us to join the others as they all watched us but I couldn’t care

“Why did you leave me?”

“I wish I didn’t but I had no choice……you know the stories of our tribe right?”

“Yeah but I don’t see how that matters right now…..”

“Well they aren’t stories it’s true, when the cold ones come around we shift to protect our land, to protect you”

“Wait so you’re saying you guys are wolfs? Really Seth is that the best you can come up with?”

“It’s true hun, as the alpha I took him away to protect you until he could control his shifting” Sam adds

“Wait so it’s true?”

“Yes I’d never leave you, you know that, especially after what you told me, my emotions went haywire and it trigger the change even sooner”

“So you’re not mad at me for…..” I turn looking at the pack then back to Seth

“Being pregnant” I whisper

“Never, I know we’re young but it’s always been you”

“So I’m carrying a little wolf right now?”

“Possibly it’s in our genes”

“Can I see?” He nods, I feel Embry take my hand and lead me back to the rest of the group

“So you’re carrying a new pack member?” Jared asks and the pack smirks with little laughs and I know they’ve excepted it making these past few weeks fade away

“I guess so” I watch Seth as he shakes violently and then he shreds into a huge wolf, I look to Sam and he nods, I walk closer remembering it’s still Seth

He huffs when I’m stood infront of him, towering over me he’s was magnificent, I run my hands through his fur and I can’t help but snuggle into to him

“There’s more to this though, use wolves have imprints, the moment we see them our world changes to protect them, to be anything for them, that’s Emily to me, she’s my everything, a connection fated between two souls” Sam says as Seth curls around me

“Really? Please god tell me I’m Seth’s I can’t take another blow if I’m not” the guys laugh

“Sweetie you’ve been eachothers soul mate from the moment you met all those years ago, it’s always been you” Emily adds and I cuddle in closer to Seth

Where I was born to be

•

Sure it was hard to wrap my head around all my friends and my boyfriend being wolves but they were still them and they were protecting us all, what scared me was the vampires my sister adored but as long as I was with Seth he swore nothing would ever happen to me

We told Sue, Harry and Charlie at the same time that we were pregnant, Harry and Charlie weren’t too happy about it but they came around, but Sue was over the moon saying she’s been waiting for the day, Dad and Charlie were definitely shocked that we were even together men oblivious to those things but Sue knew, she always knew everything

Over the months Seth was even more caring and loving and protective, if that was even possible, and it felt like a dream, he brought me wild flowers when he’d come back from patrol, wake me with my favourite breakfast, at night he’d trace his fingers over my belly while he gently spoke to our baby

And now was the day, our baby finally came and even with all the vampire drama and whatever awaited us out in the supernatural world, none of it mattered as Seth held me while I held our little girl, her hair a dark brown and warm skin tone, she was precious

“She looks just like you” I smile

“But she’s as beautiful as you, you did so amazing bunny” he whispers as he kissing the side of my head

“What should we name her?”

“How about Thea? Like Leah, you know she’s always been our number one supporter”

“I think it’s perfect” I smile and know that whatever power out there brought us together picked exactly right

[sleepyafcapricorn]

Hope you don't mind a 2nd request your last one was AMAZING!! Could I request the Volturi finding their mate when she stumbles across the castle late at night and they find out she's blind?

THE VOLTURI'S REACTION TO THEIR BLIND MATE

a/n: of course! i don't have any restrictions on how many requests someone can make. as long as you read the post for the request you made, i'm happy to oblige all the requests unless i'm on a break. :) i'm also really glad you liked it! i tried my best to match the scenario according to the characters.

warnings: however, since i'm trying my best to match the scenario according to the characters, there will be angst, dark content, mentions of blood, implied cruelty, toxic relationships, etc. in the movies, the kings have always been cruel. we can already see that from caius's behaviour and how aro was willing to kill his own sister to get marcus to stay, so i'm trying to match a realistic scenario to their personalities. though, the backstories for the three kings will be different since they rarely go outside. also, the casts i choose for heidi, aro and marcus differ from the ones in the movies because i imagine them to look like that, but if you imagine them to look something else, then feel free to just use that idea too.

masterlists & requests: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.

DEMETRI VOLTURI — THE CASANOVA

Demetri had been strolling around inside the castle after finishing a feeding. He had just returned to Volterra from a tiring mission, but the blood had quickly filled him up. His senses were sharper now, and it didn’t take much for him to hear the faint sound of a heartbeat coming from just outside the castle walls. It wasn’t unusual for humans to lurk nearby, often drawn in by the beauty of the place, but this time, the scent he picked up was different. Sweet and almost too tempting. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to check. Maybe a little snack. When Demetri stepped outside, he saw you standing by the wall, lightly touching the stone with your hand. You didn’t notice him at first, not until he spoke and asked if you were alright. He kept his usual charming tone, assuming you were just another lost tourist who's either clueless or reckless for wandering alone at night. Either way, it was better to lure you in gently.

But then he noticed the walking stick. The way your eyes didn’t quite focus on him, always looking away. And yet, you answered him perfectly, which made it clear you weren’t ignoring him—you just couldn’t seem to see him.

You explained that you had been separated from your friend and ended up wandering here by accident. For a moment, Demetri felt a feeling of pity. He was about to let you go, but that strong and tempting scent still clung to you, even after he had already fed. He’d never met a human who smelled as good as you did.

All these years, Demetri had one of the strongest resistance to blood, and yet here he was. Tempted, even after feeding? It didn’t make sense. Unless, of course... you were his mate.

Demetri wasn’t shocked by the idea of having a blind mate. That part didn’t faze him. What surprised him was having a mate at all. After all his years, all his killings, and yet somehow, fate still decided to bless him with a sweet and beautiful mate like you?

Still unsure if it was real, he escorted you back to town and easily found your friend by following the faint scent left on you. Later, he fed again until he was completely full, just to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating or caught in one of the guards’ illusions. But even then, he couldn’t get you out of his mind.

—

FELIX VOLTURI — THE EXECUTIONER

Felix had only stepped outside to get some fresh air after hours of nonstop work. He wasn’t expecting trouble. Just a small walk under the night sky. However, the second he picked up the beat of a human heart near the entrance of Volterra, his senses snapped into high alert. He thought Heidi had made sure no humans were lingering too close to the castle, but clearly, something had slipped past her. And honestly, if someone wandered close enough to be bitten, he wouldn’t complain. The darkness of the night made it easy to get away with things.

He approached casually, expecting some clueless tourist or maybe even a ghost catcher, but when he saw you, he hesitated in his steps. You were standing near the castle walls, lost in your own thoughts, and didn’t react until he spoke. His deep voice startled you, and you jumped back slightly before explaining you’d gotten separated from your friend. As you spoke, he noticed two things—you weren’t looking at him directly, and you held a walking stick. That was quick to stop him. You were blind, and your idiotic friend had let you wander this far at night? That pissed him off more than anything else. He knew humans could be irresponsible, but even this much?

Felix didn’t want to hurt you. He had no orders to bring anyone in tonight, and it wasn’t like you were posing any threat. He could’ve let it end there, but something about you made him linger longer—or more specifically, your scent did. It filled the air, rich and sweet, like it was made just to torture him. He found himself thinking about a conversation Marcus once had with him. Something about recognizing a mate by scent alone. It couldn’t be possible.. right? A blind girl, lost in the dark, wandering too close to the Volturi is his mate?

He didn’t know what to do with that thought. Still, he helped track down your friend and gave them a hard warning not to lose you again. His tone wasn’t harsh, but it was firm enough to make them feel it. Then he walked back to the castle at a normal pace, slower than usual, stuck in his head the whole way. The idea unsettled him more than he cared to admit. If you really were his mate… that meant you were in danger just by being close to him. He was loyal to his clan—the same one that despises humans and maintain laws to keep the peace between the two worlds. If staying away was the only way to protect you from the Volturi, then so be it. Even if it meant not seeing you again.

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HEIDI VOLTURI — THE SEDUCTRESS

Heidi had just finished closing up the last of the evening tours, going over the schedule for the next day and politely turning away any stragglers who hoped for a late-night visit. Of course, the tours were only a cover, a system maintained carefully to feed Volturi members without raising suspicion. Heidi always made sure to tie up loose ends, checking each human off the list before nightfall. Everything was routine until she caught a scent in the air that made her freeze.

It was sweet, powerful, and impossible to ignore. Her eyes quickly scanned the area and landed on you. You were standing near the castle wall, fingers brushing the stone surface. She moved fast, holding her breath to keep control, and approached with a calm, polite voice, asking if you needed help. You explained you had been separated from your friend and had no idea where you were, but you'd overheard some locals talk about the castle and thought you might find them here. The walking stick didn’t escape her notice, nor did the unfocused way your eyes drifted. Still, none of that mattered to her because for the first time in her long life, she knew exactly what this meant.

Out of everyone in the Volturi, Heidi had always been the one who wanted to find her mate. And now that she had, she didn’t care that you were blind. If anything, she found herself even more protective. But as a vampire who's a part of the Volturi clan, the danger was evident and she couldn’t let the others know about you. Not yet. So she helped you find your friend, her smile warm but her tone sharp when she told them never to leave you alone like that again. Then before she turned to go, she quietly promised you that she will make sure to meet with you again. And those words stayed in your mind long after until you could finally meet her again, as she promised.

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ARO VOLTURI — THE MANIPULATIVE KING

Aro had the ability to see the memories of a person just by touching them. It was a powerful tool he used to determine who was loyal and who was treacherous, and he never grew bored of it. One night, he requested a late-night snack—something light to quench his thirst before the next proper feeding. Out of curiosity, he asked for someone "innocent" as well, wanting to test whether humans truly could be as pure as they appeared. What he didn’t expect was for one of the guards to bring in someone with the most delectable scent he had encountered in years. You followed behind the guard, holding a walking stick, your head turning gently in every direction, eyes never quite settling but still soft.

When Aro greeted you, you looked confused and asked where you were, then explained that you had gotten separated from your friend and had heard of a nearby castle, hoping they might have come here to find you. All the while, Aro took your hand in his own and looked through your memories. He found joy, kindness, warmth, and something that made his expression brighten with interest. He noticed, too, that your friend had already been among the bodies drained during the morning’s feeding, but he said nothing of it. Instead, he offered you a place to stay in the castle for the time being, claiming it would be safer until your friend returned. In truth, he was intrigued—not just by your scent, but by your mind, your light. And as he continued to touch your hand throughout the conversation, his mood only improved, fascinated by a rare gem like you.

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CAIUS VOLTURI — THE CRUEL KING

Caius wasn’t particularly hungry, only restless. The kind of restlessness that made him crave control, something to assert his dominance over. So, he requested a late-night offering under the guise of a quick feed, something clean and quiet to satisfy the itch. As always, the guard delivered what he ordered for. The scent that entered the chamber was unexpectedly sweet, enough to catch his attention for a brief moment. Curious despite himself, he turned to look, and then immediately froze.

You stepped into the room carefully, guided only by a walking stick, your head turning at every sound, and your eyes unfocused. There was no fear in you, just confusion as you asked where you were, explaining that you'd gotten separated from your friend and had heard of the nearby castle, hoping for them to be in the castle. Caius didn’t answer. He was too busy trying to make sense of the situation. He looked to you in disbelief, thinking this must be a mistake. But then your scent reached him again—rich, intoxicating, unmistakable. His expression darkened with slow, growing revulsion as he realized the truth that you were his mate.

The very idea repulsed him. Caius, a king among kings, bound by blood to a fragile, blind human who didn’t even know what room she was standing in. Fate, it seemed, was mocking him. He had always valued strength, superiority, control and now this? A weak, wandering soul tethered to him by nature's cruel joke? He didn’t care how kind you might be or how rare your scent was. He saw you only as a liability. A stain on his legacy.

Without a word, he ordered you removed from his presence—unharmed, but unseen. He did not want the others to know. He would not acknowledge it. And yet, as you were led away, the bond was faintly inside him, unwanted and inescapable. He stood there alone in silence, seething, not just at fate, but at himself for feeling anything at all.

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MARCUS VOLTURI — THE EXHAUSTED KING

Marcus spent most of his time in the library, one of the few places within the castle that offered him any sense of peace. It was the only room in the castle not drowned in screams or dread, and the silence suited him. Aro had long since learned to leave him be during these moments, but Caius remained relentless, always sending in fresh humans under the false disguise of a rare vacation to pressure Marcus to feed—to live, to feel again. He never did. Instead, he gave the humans to the guards stationed at his side, suffering in hunger yet feeling calm in the peace.

That night seemed no different, until he heard the soft tap of a walking stick against the marble of the floors. His gaze rose, mildly curious, only to land on the figure entering behind the guard. You followed obediently, your eyes unfocused and unaware, hand lightly brushing the ancient shelves as if trying to understand the shape of the room. He questioned why you came here, then you explained calmly that you’d been separated from your friend, heard the talks from the locals of a castle nearby, and thought perhaps they had wandered here first. Marcus listened silently, already preparing to dismiss you, but then your scent reached him.

It was soft and pure and quite cruel in its beauty—a scent he hadn't encountered in all his years of mourning. The bond struck immediately, that ancient thread tugging at the remains of a heart he’d tried so long to silence. You were his mate. A blind, mortal girl lost in the castle of monsters—tied to a man who had nothing left to give. He felt the weight of fate settle heavily on him, not with joy, but with sorrow. You didn’t deserve him. You deserved a full life, not a broken one.

He sent the guards away with a quiet order and walked you outside himself, keeping his hand near but never touching. Your friend was already nearby, shouting your name in the distance. Marcus watched your face light up at the sound and felt that pull again, bittersweet and painful. He said nothing as he watched you go, only turning back when the last echo of your steps vanished. For your sake and his own, he hoped that would be the last time you crossed his path, though a strange feeling in his soul told him otherwise.

[spoonsandtunes]

The Ache of Almost

Pairings: Jasper Hale x Human! reader

A/N: so, ive entered back into my Twilight era. ive been reading the books this time around and have fallen in love with Jasper unfortunately so here is some really long shitty angst i wrote about him. also, i was watching this show Northern Exposure and got the inspired by it for the whole river fiasco.

Warnings: non? implied smut though, nothing gruesome. also not proof read, sorry.

word count: 5.2K (insane i know hang on for me please)

You sat, legs tucked into your chest, in front of your brightly lit computer screen. Your fingers moving furiously over the keyboard of your laptop, as your tried to distract your brain from the chatter downstairs. Your school assignment for History was long over due, sitting in a discarded pile to the right, and no matter how much you had urged yourself to do it, you just couldn't. The paper was on the civil war, a logistical over view of it and the people who played major factors, and as much as you hated to admit it this would be easier to write if Jasper was still around.

Downstairs, you could hear Edwards laugh ring out, louder then it usually did, and you sighed, finally pulling your attention away from your screen. Annoyance crawled slowly under your skin, as you heard Edward and what sounded like Charlie chatter amongst each other.

 Realistically, you had no issue with Edward Cullen, no issue with any of the Cullen's actually. You couldn't find it in your heart to hold animosity towards the clan just because  Bella was able to handle a life that you yourself could not.

This "matureness" in the words of Esme Cullen was what kept your heart soft, and you found that the ladder, as well as the fact that you knew Edward was here to see your sister first and foremost kept your annoyance at bay.

You tried so hard to keep the awkwardness from you and Jaspers break up from seeping into the cracks of your sister Bella and Edward's relationship, still being friendly and polite as you had always been when, and even before, you and Jasper had gotten together. But, you couldn't say the same for Edward. 

You knew he was just looking out for his non-blood brother, and even if he was friendly to you just as you were with him, it seemed as if he couldn't stop himself from slipping in a few comments abouts Jaspers well doing that were suppose to evoke guilt into you. And for that very reason, for the past 3 weeks of you dumping Jasper, you went into hiding whenever Edward would come around for Bella. 

There where many things wrong with you and Jaspers relationship. The most obvious being you were human and he was not. You loved it at first, the thrill of a forbidden love, and if Bella could do it, why couldn't you? 

You melted in his soft touch, loved how his southern drawl pulled you in. His kisses tender and sweet as if he was scared to break you, which he was, kept you clinging for more. You loved how intimate you two could be without touch, just soft looks across a room and how your days consisted of being deep within the shadows, private and sacred. 

Jasper was crazy for you, in love like never before. Your voice had him wrapped around his finger since day one, and your touch would send him on his knees begging for more. His love for you was just as strong as Edwards for Bella, he would even argue that it was stronger. 

The issue was, that when you had first met Jasper he was still trying to control his urge to kill everyone around him. Though, when you two started to get closer, he was more in control then when he first met your sister. But things do not change as easily as they come, and even through out your 4 month relationship, there was a very evident reason why you and Jasper had not gone to the next level. 

At first, you were okay with it. Sex was never a priority for you. You, like Jasper, shared a very old school outlook on the topic. But what you didn't enjoy, was that even with kissing, or smelling, or sudden movements, Jasper was on the other side of the room, trying to swallow his desire to bite down on your delicate skin. 

He would disappear for weeks on end every month or so. He would never tell you where he was going, or when he was going, you would just wake up one morning and he would be gone. A couple days in you would hear from Bella or one of the Cullen family members that he went to "blow off some steam" but never from Jasper himself. 

You use to wait around, over at his house constantly to talk with Esme or Alice, in hopes he would appear. Worried sick to your stomach that something had happened to him. Or you would send him a multitude of text messages that went unresponded, you would loiter around  certain classes he had in school, and walk home extra late on some days in hopes that you would see him. Of course, you never did, and his family, as well your own, watched from the side lines in pity. 

Though, he would always come back, appearing at your doorstep, or in your room later within the twilight air. He would be soft, and apologize, explain he went away to keep you safe and to protect you. He would get on his knees, literally, and hold your torso into his face, breathing in your scent as if he was addicted to it. This very ritual was the part of the reason you stayed so long, he always came back. 

Though the anger and worry soon faded, as time past and his disappearing act become a common occurrence. His apologies fell on deaf ears as you shrugged him off and went on your way after he would appear out of the blue. 

This was not the only thing that put a strain on your relationship. You had only lived in forks for a short time, obviously moving back here when Bella did, but you had always loved the summers that came before the move. 

Unlike Bella, your summers were filled with amazing memories of swimming down at La Push and helping your dad grill up food as Billy Black and his son would come over. You would spent endless nights running and biking through town, Jacob by your side, playing make-believe through the dense forests and much more. 

When you had moved over to Forks permanently, you were a bit sad at first for leaving your mother, but you knew Charlie needed this the most. Your extraverted nature did not diminish in the gloomy town, in fact day one you reunited with Jacob and went down to the Clearwater's home, where you befriended one of your now best friends, Leah Clearwater. 

At first, things weren't so hostile, the two opposing sides ignored each other like they always had. But when you and Jasper had made it official, it was obvious tensions started to rise. Jasper hated all your friends, calling them names you don't even want to repeat, and vice versa. At one point it become so bad that you just stopped telling Jasper, or Leah, who you were hanging out with all together as when you did, it felt as if the insults towards the other group and lectures where never ending. 

The issues with your relationship, the obvious differences between you and Jasper seemed to start pilling up. And so, you decided maybe it would be best to end it, or at least take a break. You had pulled him aside one night, when you two where at his home, after dinner. He took your actions as a flirty invitation, and pulled you upstairs, kissing your lips. But you pushed him away, and broke the news to him. You wanted to end it. 

From all the ways you imagined that Jasper would react, it did not prepare you for the immense turmoil that swept over his features. The man dropped to his knees, almost as if you had stabbed him with a stake through the heart, you had never seen him cry before- and now you saw him groveling at your feet, tears glistening in his eyes. He begged, and pleaded, apologizing for things that he himself could not control. It was almost enough to make you take your words back. almost.

You cried as well, and begged him to stand up, but he refused too. You knew breaking up with him was going to be hard, but you didn't know it was going to be this terrible. You still loved him, you didn't know if you were very not going to love him, but you wanted a normal life. A normal boyfriend, a normal relationship. One where your boyfriend could stand being in the same room as you, where he didn't have to disappear for weeks on end so he didn't do anything unspeakable. You wanted a boyfriend who liked your friends, and vice versa, who you didn't only get to hang out with on rainy days. Where you didn't need to tip toe around whenever you wanted to touch him. 

Staying in the shadows was nice while it lasted, but soon your heart yearned and ached to reach out for something more. 

In an instant, the ache of the situation washed away, and anger replaced it. Jasper was hurt, you knew it, and you knew how unfair it was to have to leave because of things that he could not control. So, you stood there and let him take out his anger, obviously holding back immensely. you let him yell and curse, only interrupting a few times to put in your input. His accent grew stronger with every word that tumbled out of his mouth, and at one point you didn't even understand him. But when he asked you to leave his house, and to never come back, you understood that plenty. 

The tears didn't stop when you left his room, still hearing his swears flying out of his mouth even when you weren't in view anymore. Retreating back downstairs, you felt a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over you as his whole family, and Bella, sat in the living room, as rigid as a rock. You knew they had heard the whole thing, there was no way they didn't-not with the level of volume that Jasper had yelled at. You swallowed hard, and wiped your face as you turned to look at everyone "I-I'm sorry, i think i have to go now...my dad-" An immense thunderous crash coming from Jaspers room interrupted your string of excuses, and only you and Bella flinched at it, every one else staying perfectly still. Esme just nodded and knowingly she smiled at you, allowing you to leave with no other explanation. 

This was about 3 weeks ago, and Jasper had not tried to contact you or swarm you since, which you were surprised about actually, you did assume he was going to track your every move. 

Your stomach growled for the 3rd time within the hour and you sighed, looking at the time on the bottom of your computer. The glow read 7pm, and you were starving. 

You pushed your chair back and stood up, the chatter downstairs was still evident but you couldn't hide any longer, you just hoped that Edward would leave it be. 

You left your room and skipped downstairs, Charlie, Edward and Bella coming into view from the bottom steps. They all looked up as you walked into the room, going straight to the kitchen of the open floor plan. "Hey guys," You said smiling, your dad nodding at you, and Bella and Edward waving.

"Are you getting food?" Charlie asked, as he rose from the reclining chair he was lounging in and walked in behind you. You just hummed, and put some food in the microwave, but before you could turn it on, Bella and Edward where already in the kitchen speaking to you. 

"Actually, a few of us were going to go out for food," Edward said casually "why don't you join us? it'll be fun." You turned and eyed him and Bella warily, you did not like where this was going.

Charlie nodded at the idea to show his approval, as he maneuvered around you to put his empty beer bottle in the sink. "Who is 'a few of us'?" You asked suspiciously.

"Us, Rosalie, Emmet, jasper, Alice" Bella said, and you didn't miss how she casually said your ex- boyfriends name. You just shook your head, and looked to your food to start the microwave. 

"I don't think so, thanks though" You tried to keep your voice light, but you knew Edward could hear the strain in it with his vampire powers. You're an ass Edward  you though, and you knew by Edwards smirk that he could read what you were thinking.

 "Are you sure," Bella said "Come on, it'll be fun." You just sighed, and didn't say anything - knowing if you did, something harsh would come out that you didn't really mean. 

"I still have to work on my paper, I barley have it started" You say after a long pause, and it wasn't a lie. Charlie looked over and nodded at your words, silently telling you that he approved of you staying home for your school work. 

"It's Saturday" Edward commented, in which you just gave him a look and went back to glaring at the whirling microwave.

The minute your food came out, you slipped back upstairs into your room, and went into the solitude of the 4 walls. 

For the next 4 hours, you pushed as hard as you could, truly diving into your paper like never before, finally completing it. But, you stilled sighed knowing that even with all the effort you put into the paper, it was going to one of your lowly graded ones. Jasper usually helped you with your history assignments.

Looking at the time, you sighed and spun around in your chair. You doubted Bella was back, in fact you wouldn't be surprised if she spent the night with Edward. 

You rose from you seat, thinking that Charlie may be still be awake, hearing the low buzz from the television from downstairs. Old house, thin walls. You can practically hear someone breathe on the other side of the house. 

You quietly made your way down the hallway and half way down the stairs, crouching on the step and looking through the railings towards the living room. The room was dark, and the low blue light from the TV illuminated the figure of your sleeping dad, who was sprawled out on his reclining chair. 

You sighed, and made your way fully down the stairs and into the living room, turning off the TV and putting a blanket on your dad, who did not stir even a little bit. Seeing him sleep made you decide it was time for bed  yourself, with how late it was getting. Quickly getting ready for bed and under your covers, you sighed and closed your eyes, praying you would have a good night sleep. 

Your sleep was restless, like it was the past 3 weeks, and you woke up at 5:30 am. You tossed and turned, trying to force yourself to sleep again, but your mind was wide awake and your body was restless, filled with energy. 

Rolling out of bed, you shivered as your feet touched your cold laminate flooring. You padded over to your window and peeked behind the curtains.

You were surprised to see that the sky was clear, the ground was not as wet as it was the past couple days, and you wondered if the the sun was going to show its face today. It had just started to slowly rise, the twilight sky turning over to the blue hour. Maybe summer was finally arriving, it was late May after all.

But Forks summers where never as hot as you liked, and the lakes had seaweed bottoms that created muddy puddles around the shore. So even if summer was around the corner, you knew not to get too excited.

Turning your attention away from the weather, you looked towards the front of the house. Charlies cruiser was not in the drive way, you guessed he had already left for work. A bit earlier then usual, but nothing to be alarmed about. 

For the next 30 minutes, you went about doing your morning routine. For the past 3 weeks, your morning schedules would consist of you making your bed, eating a good breakfast and trying to get some work in. Whether it be school work, or waiting around for your shift at the diner to start, you always tried to keep yourself occupied, because when you didn't you mind would wander to the uneasy feeling in your core you had since the day you ended things with Jasper. 

You knew that the love between you and Jasper was different, you could see the way he looked at you, admiration and infatuation deep in his core. You were so much more then just a girlfriend to him, you knew that and so did everyone around you too. Even if he himself never let the words come out of his mouth, he knew you were what he had been waiting for his whole life. from humanhood to vampire, he was seeking for his mate, and you were finally that. 

Of course though, he had yet to tell you this but the rest of the Cullen's knew how easy it was for vampires, like werewolves, to imprint on their loved ones. 

Once you had finished your usual routine, you glanced at the clock. It had only been 30 minutes, and the sky outside was still a dusty blue. 

Your eyes swept around you room, it was still cold but it reminded you of Jaspers icy skin so you didn't mind much. Hanging on the back of your closet door was your rain coat, and you decided that getting in some movement was not the worst idea. 

So, you changed in well fitted jeans, and pulled your coat over your thin PJ Shirt before heading out into the street. 

The air was cool and crisp, and burnt your lungs. The lawn still had a thin layer of dew on it and the starting's of shrubs at the edge of the forest trail by the house was also no different. 

You didn't walk this trail often, unlike Bella and Edward, only a few times with Jacob or Charlie.

The trail went deep, and winded around trees and fallen trunks. You let your thoughts run wild, hoping that soon they would run out. 

Though, they seemed to grow stronger every waking minute and for the first time since the day you left Jaspers house, you felt soft tears prick your eyes. This was a lot harder then you though it would be, but it was the only thing that made sense. You couldn't live your life hiding your loved one from the word, and unlike your sister, the desire to become a vampire yourself was non existent. You loved being human, you loved the fragileness of it, the realness of it, and the beauty of it. 

Jasper admired this, but even though you knew he would never want to condemn you to what he believed to be his own personal hell, the thought of you growing old and dying shook him to the core. 

This was another issue with your relationship. Talk of the future, kids and homes and white picket fences where truly not something that ever came up. When they did, they were soft and sad and the topic would be hung heavy in the air between you too. 

Without knowing it, you had walked so deep in the woods, that the trail had come to an end as the gravel beneath your feet started to thin out. You contemplated turning back and ending your walk, but up ahead a deer stood stunned in its spot, looking at you. 

"Oh," You breathed and stopped walking, as the deer stood so still you almost mistook it for a fake "Hello sweetheart" you cooed so softly, and took a very soft, cautious step forward. 

The deer's ears perked and you stopped moving, staying in your spot, you sighed and looked around your surroundings. A fallen mossy tree trunk was in between you and the deer, acting as a wall that you knew the deer regarded as a shield. Before you could speak to it again, the deer looked out into the distance of the dense forest before it jumped in it spot and bounded away.

You stood there, a bit stunned at the random event, but paid no mind to it and moved forward to step over the trunk and continue your walk. Deer's were already such jumpy creatures, so you didn't feel an uneasiness from its skittishness and you had to admit the encounter gave you a new sense of calmness that washed over you. 

Walking a few feet deeper in the woods, the dirt beneath your feet morphed into wet pebble stone, and looking up you noticed you had come across a small river. It was beautiful, the rocks all different shades of brown and grey covering the bottom. 

You sighed, and squatted at the shore carefully so you didn't fall in, and picked up a small twig. You tried to poke a few rocks around, but the river was a lot deeper then you expected, so the stick barely reached. You noted that one day you could come here and swim, it seemed peaceful.

 Rising up again, you turned around to leave and almost screamed in surprised. 

Jasper was standing father back, still covered by the trees and moss, staring out at you almost sheepishly. 

"Jasper- you scared me," You said not really thinking, and Jasper frowned a bit automatically making you feel bad. "What are you doing here" you said softly, and swallowed heavily.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you" he started and stepped out into the clearing. He looked the same, just a bit more tired, if that was possible. His hair was disheveled and he wore a pair of jeans and his red flannel with his sleeves rolled up showcasing his lean muscles and battle scars. "You didn't come to dinner last night, and well...i just-" He swallowed his tongue, and his accent sent shivers down your body. 

You knew vampires didn't eat, not human food at least, so you didn't know why Jasper tried to keep up the charade of the excuse Edward and Bella made last night for Charlies sake. But you supposed that Carslie or Esme did make some thing for Bella to munch on. So maybe it wasn't much of a charade after all.

"Were you following me?" You didn't know if you wanted him to say yes or no, your stomach felt anxious just being in Jaspers presence. 

Jasper sighed, and ran his hand through his hair "I just..." The fact that he felt your emotions made it harder for him to think, and he wondered if you would mind if he used his powers to calm you down, but he knew that would most likely not end very well. "I miss you." He spoke softly, and came closer. 

"Jasper," you went to protest, pushing down the fact that you missed him too, but as you looked down at you feet you felt a small splash "Oh! My keys!" You groaned as your house keys fell from your coats shallow pocket and into the deep river. 

Jasper stepped forward. "I'm sorry." he began like he had threw them in and started to push up his already rolled sleeves higher "Here let me get them" 

You looked at him, and shook your head "No, no" You sighed, you could feel a mild headache coming on. "No. I'll get them." 

Jasper stood as still as stone, and eyed you, "Are you sure, i don't mind" He said and watched you intently. "This river is glacier fed. It'll be cold." He warned worriedly. 

"No it's fine. Its my keys" You huffed, you really did not want help from your ex-boyfriend. That small action would make life so much more complicated then it already was, you just knew it. 

You stepped a bit off to the side of the rocks, finding a drier patch before glancing at your ex-boyfriend. He watched you intently, a look you couldn't quite read in his eyes. You took a shaky breath, and slipped off our shoes, then slowly took off your coat.

The keys had fallen deep in the river, and you were so tempted to leave them, but you knew if you didn't get them Jasper would. So you took a shaky breath and bite your lip, slowly taking your first step in the water. 

You hissed, not expecting it to be as cold as it was, and you felt the water seep through your socks and the fabric around your ankles, making you feel heavy. The shock send a shiver up your spine, and your breathing become a big rigid. 

Your eyes looked down through the clear water and spotted your keys logged between two large rocks, you glanced at Jasper who had not moved a muscle. He stood still, his breath shallow as he watched every move you made. His eyes hade turned dark, a coal black colour. Something about his interaction was strangely intimate and you didn't know if that was the cold water fogging your brain or if it was just the fact that you stood in front of Jasper in a thin white PJ shirt, breathing heavy and practically half of you drenched in water. 

Silently, you bent down to put your arm in the water, trying to keep majority of your self dry, straining your neck so your hair wouldn't get wet. Jasper shuffled, and he looked like he wanted to say something, but he held his mouth shut. His jaw was tense, and his fists were balled at his sides. 

You fully looked at him, and made eye contact, taking another shaky breath due to the glacier fed river, and tried to get your fingers to grab the keys. Though, they were logged tight, and your fingers only grazed the metal rings the keys sat on. There was no other choice but to go fully in.

Determined, you closed your eyes, and dunked your head into the water. Your fingers wrapped around the keys and tugged hard, pulling them from out between the rocks. Rising up, you gasped for air, and took a moment to reign your senses. 

You evened out your breathing, and turned to look at Jasper, who in his shocked stance cracked a small smirk. You pushed your hair from your face as he spoke "who knew you could be so cool" his southern draw made you weak in the knees, and you pulled at your shirt so it wouldn't be as see through. 

You couldn't help but smile though, and step out from the water to grab your shoes. You sat on a drier rock, sniffling and wrapping your coat around you to stop any shivering. Jasper watched you, and his heart ached that he couldn't warm you up with his icy cold body. 

"I'm sorry..." You spoke after a pause, and Jasper slowly sat down next to you, your thighs touching. The feeling made you sigh, and your head ache seemed to be gone. You couldn't tell if it Jasper was using his powers, or if the icy cold water put you in some type of shock. You decided that his presence was just a comfort, anything else would have been a lie. "I-I hope we can still be friends." You turned your head to look at the stunning man next to you, who was already looking at you with udder admiration.

He just shook his head "I can't just be friends with you."

You sighed, fearing this response. "Why?" Both your voices where low, the sound of the river and other wildlife being the only thing to cause a ruckus. 

"I love you too much to...let you go on with your life without me in it," He paused, and you could tell he seemed to hesitate on what he wanted to say. You urged him to go on, slowly nodding and placing your wet hand on top of his knee. "You're my mate. I need you, I can't do-" He gestured around him, but his eyes didn't look away from yours for a second. "This- without you."

A shaky breathe exited your lips. You had heard about mates before when learning about werewolves and vampires from those around you, but you never expected to have one yourself. You guessed though that Edward and Bella- or Rosalie and Emmet where prime examples. But all the examples of mates around you were all one being. Rosalie and Esme with Carslie and Emmet where vampires. Bella wanted to be a vampire. Non of the examples in your life showcased how mates worked with two different species. 

"I like being human," You whispered, and let your fingers start to draw circles on Jaspers knee subconsciously. "I can't be who you want me to be." 

"I would never ask you to change that." Jasper deadpanned, and he looked eager to show you he wouldn't. You smiled at him, knowing no matter how much he believed that, he would ask you one day. Maybe not tomorrow but 30 years down the line the conversation would come up.

"But you will," You admitted and Jasper shook his head furiously, tears starting to surface in his eyes. He looked desperate to reach out for you. You repeated yourself "But you will- Jasper-" You called his name sternly as a string of 'no's came tumbling from his mouth. "You will." He took a shaky breath and you bit your lip, he couldn't argue with that. 

He knew himself, deep down he would bring the idea up once in your life. The thought of you growing old and dying shook him to his core, it was a paralyzing fear. He would beg you to let someone turn you when things started to look a bit to serious with your future. "Then- I..." He struggled to speak, this conversation was not going the way he hoped it would and if he still had a beating heart it would have stopped by now. "I don't know what to do." He said shakily.

You brough your hand off his knee and slowly intertwined your fingers with his, his icy coldness brining some type of comfort to yourself. Jasper sighed, and closed his eye for a brief minute feeling your warm fingers, and you gazed upon your intertwined hands. His thumb drew circles on the back of your hand, and you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder. The sun had fully rose now, and the rays peaked through the trees, falling on Jasper. He didn't care though, there was much more important things on his mind then his sparkling skin. 

Your eyes roamed his diamond complexation, watching as a string of rainbows practically bounced off of him. It finally set in then, you two really were different, and you had no idea what you should do. "I don't know either.." You admitted, a comfortable silence falling between the two lovers.