#twilightwriter

[twilightwriter]

——— alice cullen dating a gifted human!reader, who protects her from the greedy clutches of the volturi. [ would include... ]

“Alice get behind me.”

“What—” ㅤ

You couldn’t protect her from any other entity other than the oldest living immortals known to your kind. The Volturi were a dangerous group to provoke and you couldn’t help but notice this when you first started dating her. ㅤ

She was astonished when you shoved her behind you to shield herself from Aro’s hungry gaze. And it was turned to you – how cute – a human was protecting their lover. ㅤ

Imagine this: a human attempting to keep Aro’s gaze away from their girlfriend only to be removed by force; screaming and squirming against their cold, harsh grasp when Aro wanted to witness what she saw. ㅤ

Marcus could sense the relationship between the both of you—he could sense the intense romantic feelings you held for her. And seeing her being targeted this way only made your emotions stronger; much like the relationship he had with his wife. ㅤ

To say in short you considered Marcus an acquaintance to some degree after that visit. You may not have been able to fight as powerfully as vampires did, but, you tried, and he admired that. ㅤ

“We must leave them be, Aro, they mean us no harm.”

“Oh, I’m quite aware of this, Marcus. Allow me to sift through her mind first.” ㅤ

After the visit with the Volturi, you were gifted with a kiss—peck! Alice’s cold lips pressing onto your warm, soft ones. You pulled her in closer to yourself and her arms coiled around your shoulders. ㅤ

You were surprised, she was so preppy when you thought that she was in danger of being kidnapped. But you accepted it. ㅤ

“My hero. You were great out there.”

“Hardy, har-har—thanks, babe.”

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⁺◟out of commission* [ jacob black ] * [ drabble ] ꜜ

“I couldn’t go anywhere else.” A laugh passed your lips at this excuse – what more could he do this time to prevent you from smacking him hard on the chest and yelling at him for being so foolish? And what could stop you?

Jacob found himself being wrapped up in swears by you for subsequently being hurt during the battle for Bella’s safety. Lord, that girl would get just about anyone to fight for her – including you, you didn’t know what, why or how she’d done it time and time again. You stopped to stare him in the eye strictly. “Besides—it’s kind of cute, you know, seeing you care for me. It’s not like I could have died.”

A tight hiss fell from his lips as you tightened the gauze around his waist and ankle, flesh torn and bleeding from the seams of the bandage you’d placed—you couldn’t find yourself to stare at it any longer, opting to close your eyes momentarily before retorting, “You know, for someone so adamant on protecting Isabella, you sure do know how to get yourself harmed.”

Your childhood friend chuckled and gave you the telltale grin that pulled harshly at your heartstrings, lips pursed you ignored him. “You’ve almost died and you’re making jokes? How insufferable of yo—,”

Body froze as your warmth was met by his – his arms tightening around you despite this debilitating wound that kept him from squeezing the life out of you. Years of banter and fighting had led you to this, this very moment, where his intentions were pure and passionate. It nearly brought the sting of tears to you. Webbing you within his merciless jokester persona.

“You don’t have to shed your tears for me, (Y/N),” he whispered against the skin of your neck, this little gesture of his initiated you to do the same, a couple of blinks later these same tears that threatened you earlier slipping down your face, landing from your chin and onto his unwounded copper flesh. “I know I’ve harmed you emotionally, but I’m doing what I can to protect you, too, it’s not just Bella.”

“Then what is it?”

He pulled away from the tight embrace he kept you hostage in and cupped your cheeks. You couldn’t look at him straight away because of his condition but he made due with what was given, and managed to stare you deep into the eye. His expression was sincere and honest, and you found that you couldn’t run from that. “It’s you, (Y/N), it’s you—and to think I wouldn’t have been able to see you again had that bloodsucker managed to squeeze me a wee bit tighter.”

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♡   [ c . c .   /  imagine  ] —— carlisle and you adopting a young child.

☁ : [ tiny warning ]  : if you’re uncomfortable with the mentioning of abuse; please, read something  else ! i do not want to make others uncomfortable with my content. :)

Children weren’t much of a subject between the two of you – being unconditionally grateful for your ability to house and raise children through the Cullens was more than what you’d asked for. That wasn’t until you saw this little girl who seemed to be struggling with problems at home – she expressed all of the telltale signs of abuse. This said child was most likely damaged and the kindness that lingered evidently in your heart told you that you just couldn’t walk away from them.

Naturally you were nurturing towards children—those who were less fortunate in life. And you wanted to provide a better lifestyle for them, filled with love and support. 

You yearned for a young child, your sister, Esme, knew of this. Without a second thought you turned for comfort toward your husband, amber hues clashing with [eye color] ones. “We can’t just leave them here, Carlisle—I feel as though they need us.”

It didn’t take very long for the both of you, together, agreed to the terms and responsibilities to raising this innocent soul. And were approved from the adoption agency personally; you were overjoyed, as was the rest of the family. This little [boy/girl] looked at all of you as though you were angels—guardians—they couldn’t come to terms with the fact that you actually looked at them as family and accepted their flaws, as did they with yours.

“Come along now, [C/N],” the young child clung to your fingers, shuffling behind your back leg as you made your way into the open household. Greeted by the rest of the Cullens gathered at the door to welcome their newest member. The warmth in their amber eyes seemed to calm them significantly well. And you were proud of them.

You had the room that they would remain in until your next big move, prepared, and decorated by yourself, Rosalie, and Alice considering her near-century long sense of fashion. “You did this all for me?” the little [boy/girl]’s eyes were lightened with hope, your body leaned into that of your spouse’s, a smile adorning your soft lips.

“Yes, of course! You’re family, [C/N],” Carlisle confirmed with compassion. Their little head tilted upward to observe him from the distance between them. They seemed hesitant to do so. “Now, why don’t you go and check out that toybox of yours, to see what your brothers and sisters got for you.”

His hands lightly squeezed yours as they bolted forth into their pristine room without further light pushing, and landed face first onto the large mattress centered in the room; they seemed to express excitement towards their new family, and the fact that they didn’t have to wait much longer for someone to adopt them. 

You sighed in content and leaned your head onto the chest of your husband—who responded by pressing a kiss onto the crown of your head as the child squealed in delight.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

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🕊 [ IMAGINE ]  | EDWARD CULLEN PROTECTING YOU FROM A VAMPIRE, AND BONDING WITH JACOB.

Greenery landed hard onto the surface of your back, knocking the wind out of you as a vampire, as part of Victoria and Riley’s army, loomed over you with murderous intent; and not long afterward Edward came to your rescue, tackling the male to the ground and attempting to behead them. As you scrambled to your feet, your eyes scanned the stressful scene of war. You wanted to help them and not remain on the sidelines.

And that’s when Jacob had to step in to stop you from ultimately getting yourself murdered. 

“Edward! Edward!” The dryness in your throat didn’t stop you from screaming in concern for your boyfriend, who was fighting with a nearby immortal and losing; your best friend, Jacob, dragged you away from the scene before you could do anything more to help him and threw you onto the hard surface of his shoulder, eliciting a scream of protest from you. The wind had nearly been knocked the hell out of you due to the force he’d put into getting you out of there as swiftly as he could.

The shifter didn’t stop until the scent of bloodsuckers was no longer within vicinity, and despite your effort to struggle against him to bolt back to help your lover, to no avail—because Jacob of all people cared about your well-being. Maybe if you hadn’t gotten into this relationship it wouldn’t be able to hurt him as much as it did. But he was willing to fight for you.

“Stop – [Y/N], stop it!” You could feel the tenderness of his arm encircle you when you would push against him, grunting when you couldn’t do so because of the sheer strength difference displayed. And as frail as you were physically, that didn’t stop you from at least trying. Brows furrowed, waterlines threatened to spill over with salty tears until you eventually, and much to his relief, had given up.

The male sighed as you panted, pained internally from your slumped form, leaning against him for emotional and physical support. His arms continued to encircle you, pulling you further into his shirtless form inward for a hug that you couldn’t describe. 

“I fucking hate that I can’t do anything, Jacob, I can’t!” A sigh, followed by your palms shielding your face as you plopped onto the forest greenery below you. “He’s fighting a battle caused by me—”

“He’ll be just fine...” the hesitance in his voice due to the relationship that he himself had with Edward was present there. The unreadable expression on his face and the inevitable smile that followed warmed your heart.

After a couple of sniffles, you gave a gentle smile and responded, your visage nestled into the snugness of his neck. “Thanks, Jake…”

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IMAGINE — JACOB TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK.

“You’re sick.” 

 “No I’m not, I’m perfectly fine—!” you sought to interject, the winters outside are what interested you the most and you couldn’t keep away from them. It led you to staying outside for hours on end just to see the snow kiss the greened grasses blow, sticking to them to create a blanket all over the Black Residence.

 Jacob didn’t like it when you lied to him — or at least tried to pretend that illness was something that didn’t influence you; you weren’t a vampire, nor were you a shifter, so you couldn’t fend off the dangers of the cold like he could.

He wouldn’t exactly give you the choice to deny that you’ve caught quite the cold. Your nostrils were inflamed from wiping them so much, and your eyes were slightly puffy from rubbing them. You were so irritable that he was able to sense the tension radiating from you. The anger at yourself at how you managed to still get sick even when you convinced yourself that you wouldn’t.

“Come here,” he mumbled, trekking over in the direction of the couch and pulling you into the unnatural warmth of his arms, wrapping the blanket you wore around the both of you and thus capturing the warmth from his body within. There was no other place you would rather be than in the arms of your boyfriend. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this comfortable around anyone – anyone other than the man that saved your life on more than one occasion. You smiled into the fabric of his shirt as sleep began to coax  you into its comforting embrace. To soothe your irritation and stuffiness.

But this was better. So much better.