Your Twilight crush headcanons were so good! Could I have one for Jasper please?
Jasper Hale falling in love with you :
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- You thought Edward was keeping his distant ? Try Jasper.
- It would be extreme. Just a whiff, a glance of you and the intensity of the emotions he felt, and it almost sent him across the room. It's been so long since he felt his own emotions as strong as he does without experencing it through someone else.
- He doesn't come back in months. You had no idea it was because you, you weren't paranoiac thankfuly. The board of the schools was about to expell him completly. However, he did come back after a long talk with Carlisle and the promise that Alice will not leave his side.
- His 'father' thought it would be good way to build his resistance to the call of blood, and his siblings by his side it would certainly be easier.
- Obviously it wasn't. Jasper is as stiff as a board anytime he feels your presence. Jasper doesn't really see you as a person at first, more like a threat. To everything he had managed to build. His resistance, control, peace...
- But you didn't know, how could you ? The only thing you noticed about him was the way her sister, Rosalie, would usher him away anytime you entered the room. It didn't offend you, not really, just made you... perplex.
- It almost made him laugh. Oh you were perplex were you ? So was he ! He had no goddamn idea why he felt such a strong pull. You weren't his singer, thankfuly for you otherwise you would have been dead from the start.
- Then why in the seven rings of hell would he feel this way then ? So fidgety, so eager to touch, to gaze upon your direction anytime he could and just... get closer to you ?
- It lasted for about a month, but during that time he started to pay closer attention to you. Studying was strangely... calming. Despite your behaviour. He liked watching you get excited for a show you really wanted to watch or finally saving enough money to buy the ipod you wanted.
- Your livelyness brought out his own. He wasn't as expressive but he felt almost... eager to face the next day.
- Jasper watched how you brighten up when you see your favorite desert in the cafeteria. So any time it is served, he would grab one, of course not eating it and placed it on your table when you were distracted.
- But it was something else that made the young man's heart melt for you. Something unexpected.
- You see, somedays were harder than other for Jasper. Flashbacks, anxiety would plague his thoughts, dragging him down to meet his darkest needs. And as if to punish himself, he would drag himself through pain, as best as he could.
- Running into trees, rocks, mountains, distracting himself from his gruesome nature. He ran all the way to Seattle, rain pouring down, drenching him to the bone. Miserary clawed at his back, his legs and heart, making tumble against a wall in a random street.
- People passed by, and thankfuly the wet concrete restrained his nose enough to not attack anyone, but nobody stopped to help either.
- It reminded him the time he spent after the Southern vampire war. Once again alone, with no one he could reach for help. And he didn't. You did.
- "You're okay ?"
- His eyes darted up to him suddenly at the sound of your voice. Both of your gaze softened as you recognized each other. You held an umbrella above his head, neglecting your own self.
- Jasper didn't respond, you didn't hear his voice that night. You didn't know how to help... so you gave him your umbrella left him and hummed. "I'll call your father, okay ?"
- Disbelief coursed through as he watched you kneel beside him as you called the hospital to warn Carlisle and waited with him until Esme came to pick him up.
- He watched you the whole time. The droplets of water caught in your curling lashes, your slow breathing making your chest rise and fall reminding how human you were. But this time the knowledge didn't light his hunger, it made him thankful. Thankful you were alive, well and healthy and here by his side.
- It made him both feel incredible joy and warmth and a nagging sadness and dread. If anything were to happen to you-
- The moment the thought grazed his mind, his hand reached out and pulled you to his side. How foolish he had been. Of course he had to fall for a human. Life had never been kind on him, now have it ? But maybe he could suffer through it easier now... if you were a part of his life.
- You two waited this way, cheeks dusted in a delicate pink as you kept your hands tucked on your lap, not knowing what to think. But for that moment, it didn't matter.
- You two kinda pretented it didn't happen. On your part you weren't sure how to adress it, as for Jasper... He was just way more focused on you to really about what happened. He enthralled by you, completly enthralled.
- From now, you were his angel and he was dead set on making sure you felt nothing but happiness.
- He still didn't talk to you but now he was a gentleman through and through. He opened doors for you, reached for a book on a high self for you, bringing you your bag when you forgot it, followed you home.
- It would be a lie to say you didn't notice his intentions. You caught him bringing you cake, you caught his glances, you caught the way he would take this hallway over any other just to brush passed you. You were bubbly, not daft.
- Obviously, Jasper's power came in handy when making sure you content, safe and happy. It brought you to your first real conversations.
- It was right before an important test. You were stressed out of your mind, not mastering the subject at all. Sitting on a bench in the school yard, you tried knock your lessons in your brains an hour before facing the real exam.
- That's when he approached you. Gently, to not worsen your state by an unwanted fright before standing in front of you.
- "You're okay ?"
- And the same you comforted him, he stuck by your side. Jasper didn't want to alter you emotions, tho he yearns to make your happiness a certainty, he knew you deserved sincerity and control over yourself.
- "It's okay to be unsure sometime... but you're bright as candle light, you'll do great." He smiled, knowing and warm. His hand gently envelopped yours and his thumb caressed your knuckles.
- You noticed the worrying coldness of his hand but didn't mention it, instead choosing to drink in his reassurance.
- The test went way better than you expected and now spending time with Jasper was now more easier too.
- The previous awkard atmosphere was gone, you two laughed together, studied together and spend most time out of school together.
- He learned how you enjoy watching stars but how here in Forks the clouds restricted that hobby. So, with little care for his recent neglected hunger, he decided to guide you above the heavy clouds, up in the mountains, at night.
- However, Jasper, in his devoted affection, forgot to eat. And god... your blood smelled so good. His self control had be surprisingly irreprochable but this time he was just so hungry.
- His feet carried him to you slowly, stalking you. Seeing you turning around didn't stop him but his eyes focused on yours.
- "Jasper... your teeth..." He heard your voice as his precious angel stepped back slowly, clearly scared.
꒰🐺 ꒱ 𝒸w: paul being intense, temper mentions, imprinting, soft possessiveness
𝒫aul 𝓛ahote is not the soft, sweet, whispering-poetry type of boyfriend. He is warm hands, sharp jaw, bad temper, and standing a little too close because he genuinely cannot help himself.
He loves hard. Like embarrassingly hard. Like if he imprints on you, everybody knows within two days because Paul is suddenly hovering like a guard dog with a personal grudge against the entire planet.
୨୧ He acts like he is not clingy, but he absolutely is.
Not in a “baby please text me back” way. More like he just appears wherever you are. Sitting beside you at Emily’s. Leaning against your truck. Walking you home even if you told him you were fine.
He will say something like, “I was going this way anyway,” and everyone knows he was not.
୨୧ Paul’s love language is physical touch, but he would rather die than say that out loud.
His hand on your lower back when you walk through a crowd. Fingers brushing your hair or your sleeve. His knee pressed against yours under the table. His arm thrown over the back of your chair, like he is trying to look casual but also making it very clear you are with him.
He is not delicate with affection at first. He has to learn how to be gentle. But once he does? It ruins him a little.
୨୧ He gets jealous fast, but he tries to play it off.
Paul is not subtle. If some guy looks at you too long, his whole face changes. Jaw tight. Eyes narrowed. Shoulders stiff.
And if you ask him what is wrong, he will definitely say, “Nothing.”
Which means everything is wrong and he is currently fighting demons in silence.
୨୧ He is protective in a very Paul way.
He does not fuss over you sweetly. He checks your tires. Walks on the road side of the sidewalk. Stares down anyone who makes you uncomfortable. Tells you to call him when you get home, then pretends he was not waiting with his phone in his hand.
If you get hurt, even a little, he gets quiet. That is how you know he is really scared.
୨୧ He has a temper, but he would try so hard not to scare you.
Paul is canonically hotheaded. That does not just disappear because he loves someone. But with you, he learns restraint and control
Sometimes he has to walk away. Sometimes he has to phase and run until the anger burns off. Sometimes he comes back looking ashamed, like he hates that part of himself more than anyone else ever could.
He would not want you afraid of him. That would destroy him.
୨୧ He is secretly proud when you wear his clothes.
He acts smug, obviously. That is Paul. But deep down, seeing you in his hoodie or shirt makes his chest feel too full.
He likes that you smell like him. He likes that everybody can see it. He likes that you look comfortable in something that belongs to him.
He will tease you for stealing it, then never ask for it back.
୨୧ At Emily’s house, he is always watching you.
Not in a creepy way. More like he is constantly aware of you. Where you are sitting. If you ate enough. If you are cold. If someone made you laugh.
He pretends he is listening to Jared or Embry, but his eyes keep sliding back to you anyway.
And if you catch him staring, he does not even look embarrassed. He just lifts his eyebrows like, what about it?
୨୧ Paul would be awful at apologizing at first.
Not because he does not care. Because caring makes him feel exposed.
His first apologies are probably stiff and awkward. “I shouldn’t have said that.” “I was being stupid.” “I didn’t mean it like that.”
But later, once he trusts you more, he gets better. Quieter. More honest.
“I got mad because I was scared. That’s not an excuse.”
୨୧ He is not the type to say “I love you” every five seconds.
But when he says it, it hits.
Paul’s “I love you” would come out low, serious, maybe when you are half asleep or after an argument or when he thinks you are not really listening. Or when you’re asleep, dead to the world.
And if you say it back, he goes still for half a second before pulling you closer.
୨୧ He likes when you mess with him.
Paul needs someone who can push back a little. Someone who rolls their eyes when he is being dramatic. Someone who can call him out without making him feel small.
If you tease him, he acts annoyed, but he loves it.
Especially if you make him laugh when he is trying very hard to stay mad.
୨୧ He is warmer than a blanket, no blankets needed when you’re around Paul.
Literally. Being around him is dangerous because once he holds you, you are not getting up. He runs hot from the shifting, so cuddling him feels unfairly good.
He would definitely complain if you put your cold hands on him, but he would still let you.
He would grumble, “You’re freezing,” while pulling your hands under his shirt to warm them up.
୨୧ He would struggle with the imprint at first.
Not because he does not want you. Because wanting you that much scares him.
Paul is used to reacting first and thinking later. The imprint would force him to feel everything at once. Need, fear, love, loyalty, panic.
He would hate how obvious it makes him. Hate that everyone can see exactly where his heart went.
But once he accepts it, that is it. He is yours.
୨୧ He loves in a way that feels almost too intense sometimes.
Paul is not casual. He does not know how to be casual with someone he loves.
He memorizes your moods. Your voice. The way you go quiet when something is wrong. The little things you do when you are nervous.
He notices more than people think he does.
୨୧ He would absolutely get softer when nobody is looking.
Around the pack, Paul is all attitude. Loud mouth, sharp grin, quick temper.
But alone with you? He gets quieter. He lets his guard drop. He presses his face into your neck and just breathes for a second, like being near you resets something in him.
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I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS!! I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!! AND IF YOU WOULD BE SO KIND TO LEAVE A COMMENT 🦌
we were so robbed of a halloween party hosted at the cullen house in both the books and the movies. you just KNOW alice would've planned the FUCK out of a halloween party. edward in the most pretentious costume you've ever seen (some niche 18th century poet. bella and alice had to convince him to even dress up at all, so this was the compromise), alice in a gorgeous, historically accurate joan of arc costume which everyone spends the whole night complimenting and wondering where on earth she got it (carlisle's antiques collection. knowing him, it's probably the real thing), and jacob turns up 2 hours late in a shitty vampire cloak, white face paint, plastic fangs and the biggest shit eating grin you've ever seen. edward spends most of the night glarring at him from across the room while standing in the corner pretending to sip from his red solo cup. god, what a missed opportunity.
⋆.ೃ࿔ A/n - so this definitely took longer then expected and I apologize, but I had an unfortunate loss over the 4th of July weekend, not that any of yall care but I’m here to tell you:
write that fic, join that fandom, and above all, live without hesitation—time isn’t guaranteed.
⋆.ೃ࿔ Warnings - some NSFW HC’s at the bottom <3
⋆.ೃ࿔ WC - 1.3K
P.S. - this is for @sapphic-seraphim222 (ty for interacting with my first twilight hcs, it meant a lot<33!!
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⛰︎ So warm
⛰︎ That’s the first thing you notice about Jacob: this insane heat he has rolling off of him, even before the first phase. He was always warm, the underlying genetics always lingering along with those that came with evolution. After his phase, it became more than just an underlying heat; it has a way of flowing out like it was boiling over, begging to encompass others.
⛰︎ On the hotter days in Forks, you could almost see it, rolling off, blurring and glistening, like watching heat rise from a long paved road. On cooler days, like most days, it was most welcoming to him and those around him.
⛰︎ I’m serious, he is a literal space heater—if you are in a small room (or tent ;), after sometime, the room will get noticeably warmer, especially if there is no airflow/breeze coming through.
⛰︎ He doesn’t always notice it, but others do. You’ll catch people subtly leaning closer to him without realizing, soaking it in like sunlight.
⛰︎ While he had always been awkward-ish as a kid and as a teenager, growing up on the rez meant he still had to speak and know everyone, especially being the son of a tribe elder. So he is sociable, a little mischievous when comfortable, and a total know-it-all, both funnily and irritatingly.
⛰︎ If you just give him the time of day, and he’ll get you to smile, chuckle, and have you laughing hard within an hour.
⛰︎ But he still has his moments, his fumbles, and his ultimate apologetic, cheeky smiles. He’ll tell a dumb joke with too much confidence, stumble over his words, then laugh it off in a way that makes you laugh too. He charms easily without even trying—because it’s real. He’s not putting on a show, just being.
⛰︎ Of course he’s very handy, always tinkering with something, metal or otherwise. It’s calming to him; he can press pause on his brain and just lock into something that creates silence. He’ll spend hours working on an old motorbike, or a rusted part, with music playing softly in the background, sleeves pushed up and grease on his fingers.
⛰︎ It’s his favorite kind of alone time—quiet and productive.
⛰︎ It was hard when he phased for the first time. Everyone was so loud in the hive mind, it was hard to have a quiet head without running hundreds of miles away, and even then, he could still hear distant whispers licking at his ears.
⛰︎ But being able to have something to lock into, it helped a lot, and made the voices quieter without having to go so far. It was nice, and he’d find himself too often in his garage, working on something, anything.
⛰︎ He won’t say it out loud, but it kept him sane. Some nights, it was the only thing that helped.
⛰︎ Especially when he is thinking a lot—hurtful things, and sometimes things that just happen—he was tired from the back and forth with Bella, and it’s easy to just drive into something (besides you ;) ). He’s not great at talking about his feelings, but you can tell when he’s hurting.
⛰︎ He gets quiet. Withdrawn. Doesn’t meet your eyes. And that’s usually when you’ll find him covered in metal shavings and oil, too deep in his distraction to answer the phone.
⛰︎ But he can also appreciate a good hunt.
⛰︎ Even before his phasing, he liked to hunt—not in a sadistic way, he always thanked the animal, regardless of what they were, for being here and giving him sustenance, especially for his loved ones and pack members. It's just another thing he can focus on when things get crazy. It brings him a certain grounding—there’s no noise, no pressure, just instinct, silence, and respect.
⛰︎ He always buries something. Always gives appreciation.
⛰︎ After his sisters left, he often found himself being alone a lot. He always had his dad and his friends, sure, but it was common that he found himself alone at times and… it didn’t bother him too much.
⛰︎ He liked being alone. It gave him space to breathe, to think, to just be. But as he got older, that loneliness started to feel heavier, like something was missing. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but the ache was there. Always.
⛰︎ Loves a good campfire. The fire always brings a strange comfort—warmth on the outside and a way to fight the cold on the inside.
⛰︎ When it's not too wet or rainy outside, he stacks up some wood from the garage and starts a bonfire with some leaves and old shrubs. Sometimes his dad is with him, sometimes some pack members, and sometimes it's just him. He doesn’t seem to mind either way, although the yearning for that someone to be with him is always there, yipping in the back of his head like a wounded puppy.
⛰︎ He’s usually seen in just shorts when on patrol, but when keeping appearances and occasional outings, you’ll find him in tight-fitting jeans and t-shirts, maybe a jacket or flannel here and there, but not too often.
⛰︎ He finds he gets too hot in places where the heater is turned up—literally will start sweating, dare I say he gets a tickle in his tongue to pant.
⛰︎ Even when he showers up to go outside into society, he somehow still smells like pine needles, cedar, and something like firewood. People notice.
⛰︎ When he is caught inside like this, he’ll take a moment to stand outside in the rain/fog just to breathe. Someone might ask if he’s cold, and he’ll blink like they just asked if the sky was green.
⛰︎ And it’s not even to look cool—he genuinely prefers it, especially after phasing. Too much heat made him restless, makes his skin itch in a way he can’t explain. He’s most at ease when the air bites a little, when everything is crisp and quiet.
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⛰︎ He’s got big, calloused hands from building bikes and fixing cars—rough, strong, and capable—but the way he touches you is the softest thing in the world. He trails them slowly over your skin like he’s memorizing every curve, brushing your hair away so he can kiss that spot behind your ear.
⛰︎ There’s a delicious contrast in how strong he is and how tenderly he handles you. His grip on your hips might bruise, but the way he brushes your hair from your face as he rocks into you is gentle enough to make you tear up.
⛰︎ He grips your thighs like he owns them—but always looks at you like you own him.
⛰︎ “You okay?” he whispers, voice shaking. “Need me to slow down?”—even when you’re already crying his name.
⛰︎ His voice drops an octave when he’s turned on—gruff, husky, and something dangerous. Sometimes it’s just a low, “You sure?” in your ear. Other times, he mutters in Quileute under his breath, growling your name as he presses open-mouthed kisses down your stomach. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it half the time—it’s the wolf in him, the instinct to claim.
⛰︎ Sex with Jacob isn’t just physical—it’s emotional. He touches you like you’re precious, looks at you like he can’t believe you’re real. He’ll start slow, tease you for minutes with just fingers and lips, whispering the sweetest things in your ear.
⛰︎ When he’s been gone for even a day—pack business, errands, whatever—he comes back needing to feel you. He lifts you, walks you to the nearest surface, and kisses you like he’s starving.
⛰︎ Sometimes when he just phases back, all his emotions are raw. He can’t stop pacing, his body twitching from leftover adrenaline. The only thing that grounds him is you. The way you soothe him. The way your body calms him.
⛰︎ He doesn’t even undress you—just kisses you, needy and rough, like you’re the only thing keeping him human.
⛰︎ But once the tension snaps and the haze clears, he turns into the softest man alive. He’ll hold you for hours, pressing kisses to your temple, whispering, “You okay, baby?” over and over. He’ll wipe you down gently, help you into comfy clothes, and get water without you even asking.
⛰︎ Then he pulls you against his chest and tucks your legs over his, murmuring a sleepy “I love you.” into your hair until you both doze off.
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⋆.ೃ࿔ A/n - if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! make sure to leave a like and/or comment and lmk what you would like to read, requests are always open! <3
“You’re doing so good.” Alice praises to you, holding onto you as your eyes roll back. She keeps her legs over yours so you can’t close them as Jasper pushes the rest of himself into you. “Almost there, just- hold on.” Jasper say, closing his eyes and taking in a breath he knew he didn’t need. But he needed to compose himself or else he could risk hurting you. “It’s alright, Jas, you won’t hurt her.” Alice says as she takes her attention off of you for a moment to look at Jasper. With those words, he pushes himself into you completely without any warning. He watched you cry out and arch your back, clinging onto Alice’s arm for support. For a moment he thought he hurt you, until he felt the pure bliss you were in.
WORDS: 1.6K
SUMMARY: Them saying "I love you" for the first time.
WARNINGS: Headcanon, Fluff, Established Relationship, Kissing, Cuddling and snuggling, Human! Reader, Vampire! Reader
CHARACTERS: Aro Volturi, Marcus Volturi, Caius Volturi, Carlisle Cullen
ARO
✩ Takes Aro a long time before saying the three words, telling you more with his actions. Walking with you through the gardens, romantic dances and dinners, and gifts, he thinks to show it is better than to say it. Flooding your mind enough that even if you say it to him, you don't even notice he never says it back.
✩ Only after he turns you does Aro say the three words. Looking into your crimson eyes, whispering it in what would be too quiet for your former human ears to hear. Making you realize it's your first time hearing him say 'I love you,' wondering if the reason was you couldn't hear him say it or if he said the three words to what he created.
✩ The words slip from his lips the first time saying it, overwhelmed by your new nature's beauty. Holding your hand, kissing the warm, glowing skin of your hand, trailing up to your shoulder, face inches apart, gazing into your eyes as the three words slip from Aro's lips.
✩ Kisses your lips after saying it, breaking it just to hear you say it back, kissing you harder after you do. Cracking his lips onto your newborn one's, forcing Aro to pull away, saying "I love you" once again, louder.
✩ Doesn't often say the three words, almost saving it for special moments. Hearing him say it during a tender moment together or on your anniversary. Though if you ask or say it more, he'll follow, will even pout if you don't say it back.
Gazing into the crimson-colored eyes of your lover, now matching your own, turned hours ago, only now waking. Sitting up in your shared bed, faint memories of all your human nights you'd spent in them spark within your mind.
Holding your hand, feeling Aro's warmth instead of a constant chill. Helping you up off the bed, standing before Aro, who says nothing but stares as if he's lost in your eyes. Scanning over every inch of what vampirism has made of you, what he's made of you.
"I love you," Aro speaks, bringing your hand up to his lips, feeling their warmth.
"I love you too, Aro," you say, hearing how it sounds much more different than his declaration. Trading the skin of your hand for your lips, feeling their softness at last, even as he deepens the kiss.
MARCUS
✩ Not the first time saying it to you, having said it without your knowledge. Having said in passing or in little moments in a low whisper, too low for your mortal ears to pick up.
✩ A few months before he actually says it aloud for your ears to hear, though, for his low whispered ones, it'll take him a month or two. Doing his best to spend most days with you, even when he has court matters to attend to, never forgetting to utter the three words behind as a silent goodbye.
✩ Taking some time before he gets the confidence to say it aloud, doing so in a moment of pure tenderness. Spending every evening together, holding you close to his chest, absorbing your human warmth, gently kissing the top of your head, finally letting the three words "I love you" out.
✩ Hiding his shock with a stone face, though cracking with a small smile once you look up, surprised. Leading him to say it again and again and again, saying it every chance he gets. Loving the sight of blood rushing to your cheeks, hearing you say it back, causing him to say it again and again, loving your reaction even if it's an annoyed one.
✩ The three words are the first thing you hear after he turns you, and every endless day after that. Hearing it at least a hundred times a day, when he can't be around to say it, he'll leave little pieces of paper written with quotes from your favorite novels that have the three words.
Laying atop the castle's library couches, back pressed against your vampire lover. Feeling his cold fingers play with your features, ones he could see so as not to poke your eye.
Reading one of the many books Marcus had recommended to you, barely reading a single sentence, lost in your lover's gentle touch. Tempted to close the book as his head leans down, feeling his unneeded breath touch down upon your head before a cold kiss follows, sending slivers down your spine.
"I love you," Marcus says, feeling the words upon your scalp and in your cheeks as they flush with red. Planting a kiss atop your head, uttering the words again, "I love you."
"I love you too, Marcus," you finally say back, hearing as he inhales a shaky breath before uttering it again.
"I love you."
"I love you too," you laugh, hearing him again.
"I love you."
CAIUS
✩ Has said it before, aloud, only in a language you wouldn't understand, then gets dismissive if you don't understand. Though he doesn't do it often enough for you to seek out what he was saying.
✩ Surprisingly, it doesn't matter if you're human or vampire, he falls in love with you just the same and says it, though he would prefer to turn you quickly. Says the three words in a language you don't know or one he avoids teaching you to speak four months into your relationship, saying it aloud only a month after.
✩ Says the three words for the first time during one of your extravagant dates, staring into your human eyes, seeing the beauty within them. Hearing your beating heart as it increases in pace, causing Caius to panic, gets even more flustered as he fails to mask it all.
✩ Softens in your arms when you say it back, gazing into Caius' gentle eyes that gleam in the candlelight before your lips meet. Once breaking the kisses, allowed to stare into his star-struck eyes does he say it again, giving you a rare smile when once again you say it back, pulling you into a much deeper kiss.
✩ Says it more when you're alone together, or as he admires your existence, slipping it in the air between you as if it were a breeze. Only for Caius to turn shy, as if you weren't the love of his endless life. Becomes very clingy if you say it first, making sure you hear him say it back, but only when you're alone, of course.
Staring out onto the vast city glowing in the night, flown out of Italy just to see it from the balcony you stand upon. Staying at one of the most expensive hotels in the entire country, your dear Caius had taken you to, being one of the many places you wished to see before turning.
Looking away from the view as a hand touches you back, finding a pair of crimson eyes that belong to your vampire lover. Flooded with ecstasy as he smiles sharply, not bothering to look upon the city, treating you as his breathtaking view. Smile twisting into a smirk, knowing you're his and will be forever, city after city.
"I love you," Caius declares, chest rising with a deep breath. Watching as his smirk softens, hand hardens against your back.
"I love you too, Caius," you reciprocate, pressing against the vampire, cupping his cold, hard cheek. Pressing your human lips upon his, welcomed by the softest kiss his vampiric lips could manage, wrapping his arms around you.
CARLISLE
✩ Has not said it before the first time, living more of a human life than a vampiric one, Carlisle takes the pace as one when it comes to your relationship. Even if you're both vampires, he prefers it that way, savoring each moment.
✩ Takes Carlisle six months of dating before he says the words, though if you say it first sooner, he'll say it back and continue to do so from then on. Has many moments before the six months of wanting to say the words but has too much self-control to say them, but also is a bit worried it might be too early to say it.
✩ Says it on one of Fork's rainy mornings, the window cracked just enough to smell the rain, laying in his bed. Cupping your cheek, caressing his thumb gently, gazing into his amber eyes, hearing as he whispers the three words.
✩ Smiles after, as if it took weight off his chest, wanting to utter the words since the day he met you. Melts as you say it back, becoming very clingy in the moment, pulling you closer to him before kissing your lips.
✩ Tells you "I love you" every time you part in the morning, when he gets home, and during moments when your bodies are wrapped together. Always accompanies the three words with a kiss on your cheek, lips, or neck. You'll know when he's about to say it, as he becomes clingy before saying it.
Thumb gently against your cheek, waking, soft amber eyes greeting your eyes as they open. Hearing Carlisle's even breaths as a smile grows on both of your lips before they connect. Humming between the kiss, your body moving closer to the man you'd been dating for the past six months.
Staying the night after a dinner date night, made just for you to try, telling you about his cooking classes. Filling you with good food before cuddling up on the couch, watching your favorite movies, then offering his bed to you.
Breaking the kiss, fingers still running through Carlisle's blonde locks, gazing into his kind eyes. "I love you," Carlisle whispers, lips inches apart. Feeling the heat of your smile as your lips stretch into one.
"I love you too," you whisper back, causing him to melt in your warm arms. Leaning in, lips connecting as the rising sun shines over the bedroom.
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Ooo can I please request a Demetri x fem!reader with a Beauty and the Beast theme where the Cullens had another human friend who knew their secret, so as punishment, the Volturi high guard show up to take her to the Volterra castle to stay with them forever (as they’d turn her at some point), and Dem is ordered to watch her 24/7, and she’s extremely terrified of him at first, and the one watching her gets superrrr protective because she’s his mate and eventually he’d be the one to turn her. Omg and like Belle, she’d loveee books and they would bond by him taking her to The Volturi’s huge library and he’d be super soft with her 📚🥺
Beauty in the Castle — Demetri Volturi
The Volturi came at dusk, in their black cloaks, led by Felix and two others whose names she never caught. Carlisle calm explanation — “They have decided your knowledge makes you a liability.” — did nothing to stop the icy fear that gripped her chest when Demetri eyes locked onto hers.
She was the Cullens human friend, and that means she already knew too much. All those quiet afternoons in Forks discussing books with Bella and helping Esme in the garden. Now that friendship had become her sentence.
“Take her to Volterra.” Aro ordered with a sweet smile, as if he were offering tea. “She will remain under our watch. Permanently.”
Demetri was assigned as her constant shadow. Twenty-four hours a day. No exceptions.
The first week was hell.
The Volterra castle was beautiful in the way old cathedrals are beautiful. Her chambers were luxurious and big, if she wasn’t kidnapped, thid would be a dream. Except the fact that the door locked from the outside, and Demetri was always there. He moved like smoke and when he watched her, it was with unnerving focus. She couldn’t even bathe without knowing he stood right outside the door.
She was truly terrified of him.
Every time he entered the room, her heart rate spiked. She pressed herself against the farthest wall, arms wrapped around her, eyes wide. He tried speaking to her but she barely answered. He never raised his voice. Never threatened her. But his presence alone made her flinch.
One evening, after she refused dinner again, he stood by the window, crimson eyes reflecting the dark light.
“You are afraid I will hurt you.” he said quietly. She didn’t answer, just stared at the floor.
“I have been ordered to keep you safe. That includes from myself, cara.” She still didn’t believe him.
The turning point came on the twelfth day.
She spent the morning curled up in an armchair, rereading the only book she was allowed to bring — an old copy of Beauty and the Beast she had since childhood. When Demetri noticed her tracing the pages with trembling fingers, something shifted in his expression.
“You like books.” he said. It wasn’t a question this time either. He have been watching her long enough to notice everything.
She nodded once, wary.
He extended his hand. “Come with me.” She hesitated so long that his red eyes softened. “I will not force you.” he murmured. “But I think you will like where I am taking you.”
Curiosity won and she placed her hand in his. His skin was ice-cold, but his grip was gentle, careful not to squeeze. He led her through winding corridors and down a wide staircase until he stopped before two enormous oak doors. When he pushed them open, her breath caught.
The library was massive. Shelves soared three stories high, filled with leather-bound volumes that smelled of age and ink. Ladders on rails. Reading nooks with velvet chairs. Golden light filtered through stained-glass windows high above, casting jewel tones across the stone floor.
Demetri watched her face the entire time, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“You may read anything you like.” he said softly. “Stay as long as you want.”
For the first time since arriving, she forgot to be afraid for a few minutes and wandered between the shelves, fingers brushing spines, eyes wide with wonder. Demetri stayed close but gave her space, occasionally pulling down a book he thought she might enjoy.
Days turned into weeks and Demetri never left her side, but the terror slowly ebbed. He was patient in a way that surprised her. He answered every hesitant question about the castle, about their history, about himself. He started bringing her small gifts. A new book left on her bedside table. Fresh flowers from the castle gardens. One evening he even brought a cup of her favorite tea.
The mate bond had struck him the moment he first saw her in Forks. Aro had known immediately, of course. That was why Demetri had been chosen as her guard. The kings found it poetic — the tracker bound forever to the human he would one day turn.
But Demetri never pushed. He waited. He softened. One night, after they spent hours together in the library discussing Pride and Prejudice she finally asked the question that had been burning inside them both.
“Why are you so kind to me?”
Demetri was quiet for a long moment, staring into the fireplace.
“Because you are my mate,” he said simply.
Her heart stuttered, but he continued, voice gentle.
“I felt it the moment I saw you. The pull. The need to protect. To keep you close. I know this castle feels like a prison to you now… but I swear to you, I will make it feel like home. If you will let me.”
She was still scared — of forever, of losing her humanity, of the world she has been thrown into — but when Demetri reached out and brushed a tear from her cheek with his thumb, she didn’t flinch.
Days passed.
He took her to the library almost every day. Sometimes she read in silence. Sometimes he read to her in Italian, translating passages when she asked.
He became fiercely protective. When Caius made a sharp comment about “the human pet” one evening in the hall, Demetri stepped in front of her instantly, his body rigid.
“She is mine, master.” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Speak about her with respect.”
Even Aro raised an eyebrow at the intensity.
Demetri started spending the nights in a chair beside her bed instead of outside her door. Not because he needed rest, but because he wanted to be there if she had nightmares about the turning that loomed closer every month.
One night, after a particularly bad dream where she saw herself with red eyes and no heartbeat and woke up crying, Demetri was there instantly, cool arms wrapping around her, pulling her against his chest.
“Shh, cara mia.” he whispered, stroking her hair. “I will be gentle when the time comes. I promise. You will not be alone. Never again.” She clung to him, fingers digging into his shirt, and for the first time she believed him.
Months passed.
The fear never fully disappeared, but it transformed into something else — something tender and deep. She began seeking his touch instead of avoiding it. She smiled when he entered the room. She teased him about his dramatic flair when he tracked down a specific book she wanted from the depths of the library.
One afternoon in the library, sunlight painting the shelves in warm light, she looked up from her book to find Demetri watching her with open adoration.
“What?” she asked softly.
He reached across the small table and took her hand, pressing a cool kiss to her knuckles.
“I was thinking how lucky the beast was in your story…” he murmured. “To find beauty in his castle. To be redeemed by her.”
Her breath caught.
“I’m not a beast.” he continued, red eyes soft, “but I was… incomplete before you. Empty. You have brought light into centuries of darkness, my love.”
She leaned forward and kissed him first, Demetri froze for half a second, then cupped her face with both hands and kissed her back with centuries of restrained longing.
The turning came on a quiet winter night, almost a year after her arrival.
She was ready. Scared, but ready. Demetri held her through the pain, whispering in Italian against her hair. He was the one who bit her, of course, he refused to let anyone else do it. When the fire took her, he never left her side for three days.
When she woke, red eyes wide and new, the first thing she saw was Demetri face, glowing with quiet joy.
“Welcome, bellezza.” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “Now we have forever.”
She smiled and pulled him into a kiss that tasted like the beginning of a new story. The castle was no longer a prison. It was home.
And Demetri — her tracker, her protector, her beast who had never truly been a beast — was hers.
