twilight fanfic


Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon! “The reader is having nightmares and isn’t really sleeping but doesn’t tell Jasper out of fear of worrying him but he begins sensing her exhaustion and knows how to comfort her through both his powers and how long they’ve been dating and is able to both confront and comfort her? Thank you so much.” Hope you like it!

It was the fourth night adhering to your newfound, and limited, sleep schedule. You lay awake, your cheek resting softly against the marble chest of your boyfriend, his skin chilling your cheekbone against all odds, cold piercing through the thin fabric of his shirt, his fingertips lazing gently along the curvature of your spine. He knew you were awake, though the two of you exchanged no words, his unnecessary breath keeping time with yours, lungs filling in tandem. The air was stagnant in your bedroom, flooded with notes of aged fabric and filling sweetly with the intoxicating scent that lifted so easily from Jasper’s skin. It was not an uncomfortable environment to find yourself sleepless within. Hell, the only surface you could find that may have been harder than Jasper’s slow-moving chest was concrete, and still you found yourself at ease and entirely relaxed against the plains of his body. With the warmth of your blanket’s cotton embrace and the familiar chill of Jasper’s holding you close, it was almost laughable how you couldn’t bear to fall asleep. The world’s most particular infant would be out in seconds… and yet you laid awake, your eyes blinking senselessly into the darkness of your room, tracing shadows, counting breath, and fighting the urge to sleep.

Jasper’s fingers swirled unseen circles against the curve of your shoulder blades, his touch hovering with determined delicacy, always aware of the damage he could cause with a thoughtless flick of his wrist. Your eyes closed peacefully, your lashes whispering against his shirt, your steady intake of breath exaggerated some by the facade of sleepiness you hoped you exuded. In truth, there was no escaping the truth of your situation. Jasper, even without his heightened empathy, would have been able to tell your falsehoods from sincerity as easily as he could identify your face in a crowd of strangers. Still, you were dead-set on keeping your internal struggle from being brought to light beneath the vampire’s nose. The last thing you needed was to have Jasper hovering over your headboard as you slept, overly-concerned for your well-being, religiously controlling the thermostat and amount of light entering your room as he fought to give you the night’s sleep you deserved. No, Jasper couldn’t be brought into the loop; you distinctly remembered the expression that had set into his features when you let slip how afraid you were of vampires. This was before you knew of his family’s secret, of course, but the man had gone well out of his way to prove to you how gentle he could be, how kind, how safe before finally telling you why he skipped school during the blood drive and how he had run so far so fast when a passerby tripped on the pavement during your late-night outing in Port Angeles.

Your conviction had been watertight nights one and two, but you found yourself slipping the last two days; if only you could charm a mental nudge from Jasper, just enough to calm you down, perhaps you wouldn’t see the startling images that painted themselves across your eyelids when you tried to sleep. Pictures of death, portraits of scattered limbs… a thousand vampires, their pupils blown wide within frames of violent crimson, sinking their teeth into every exposed inch of Jasper’s flesh as he thrashed and writhed in pain. He did not bleed, but the injury was obvious. He did not speak, but his wordless, sometimes voiceless cries were exponentially worse to witness. When they tore his arms from their sockets, his face contorted in agony. When they hurled him in your direction, his eyes terrified as he absorbed the full extent of his environment, you could hardly bear to watch. When the vampires crowded about you, their ravenous eyes torn between their two victims, you could only watch. This was usually when he began to speak, his sentences punctuated with shouts of pain as more and more hands became claws around his neck. You felt it, then; the ripping, the tearing of your flesh as the mob descended. Jasper, of course, could do nothing but watch. You found yourself, for once, on equal ground. When you woke, the image of Jasper’s head lifted above the crowd of newborns was still branded into the front of your mind. Jasper’s hands would smooth over your hair, as they did now, his voice a soothing force in the inky darkness.

“You walk like the dead all day, but when it comes time you can’t sleep?” he whispered into the shadows, his fingers trailing upward along the back of your neck, his palm smoothing over the strands of your hair. His voice was like honey, dripping slowly through the summer’s heat, catching the sunset’s rays as it descended. You lifted your face to meet his gaze, his butterscotch eyes gleaming in the lack of light. His hair harvested the moonlight as it shone, just barely, through your curtains. He adjusted himself to better accommodate your new position, inching himself into a seated stance before inviting you to his chest once more, his arms closing around your waist as you nestled yourself into his lap. He inhaled slowly, his eyes burning from within with adoration, almost enough adoration to hide the underlying concern that threatened to douse the flames until they were no more than embers. He lifted a hand to cradle your cheek, his palm frigid to the touch, your body too accustomed to his radical temperature to flinch. He smiled a slow, easy smile, his lips upturned in the corners, his face relaxed. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he offered, his words neither command nor inquiry, his features betraying nothing. If you had been strangers, you would have believed him to be impartial to your answer, uncaring on the subject of if he ever got one… but you knew him. He was already half-mad with worry. You returned his quiet smile, your eyes bleary from lack of sleep, your muscles aching from the absence of rest.

“I’m fine, Jazz. A little insomnia never killed anyone, I can promise you that.” You ran your fingers absentmindedly through waves of his golden hair, his eyes closing at your touch. He sighed blissfully, his hands dropping to your waist, his thumbs working into your hipbones as your hands fell to the nape of his neck, your fingers interlacing to secure your hands at the back of his neck. Jasper’s eyes washed over your face, his brow pinching as he took you in. “I wish you’d stop worrying so much. Really, I’m fine. Loads of people have sleepless nights. It’s not as big a deal as you think.” He parted his lips to counter your claim, but you continued over his unspoken argument. “Jasper, it’s a human thing. A night or two without sleep isn’t the plague. I’m going to be fine.” He lifted his hand to your face, his fingers smoothing over your cheekbone, his thumb moving to caress the bags beneath your eyes. They looked more like bruises every day, each night darkening and deepening the external effects of your deprivation.

“You’re not fine, Y/n. If I couldn’t hear your heart beating, couldn’t feel how warm you are, couldn’t smell your blood like perfume, you could convince me you were bit four days ago and I wouldn’t call your bluff. You look more and more like me every day.” His hand fell to your shoulder, smoothing over your arm until your hand had moved to meet his between your bodies. He twined his fingers with your own, his eyes bright with anxiety. “If you tell me why you’re so afraid, I could help you. You know I could.” You rested your forehead against his own, your breath expelling from your lungs in a single, weightless huff. Jasper tilted his head, freeing his hand from your hold to guide your head to his shoulder, the hand he had held at your waist smoothing upward until it rubbed against the middle of your back. His voice was a melodic whisper against your hair. “I’ve never seen you so exhausted. Tell me how I can help you, and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.” You felt tears well along your waterlines; frustration-born and embarrassing, saltwater flowed down over your cheekbones, making contact with the shoulder of Jasper’s shirt, his hands slowing against your back, his palm abandoning your hair to smudge the tears along your cheek, breaking their trails as they fell. “You can tell me anything, darlin’. I’ve probably heard a lot worse.” You collapsed against him, your body giving out under the strain of your sleeplessness.

“I keep seeing it. Every time I try to sleep I see it happen, over and over. I thought it would go away, but it keeps getting worse. For the past week and a half I’ve been having this… this… terrifying dream. It’s only just gotten to the point where I can’t even close my eyes without seeing it all… happen again. It used to be once a night, then twice a night, but now…” you inhaled, your breath trembling as it flooded your lungs. “It’s always the same scene. You’re alone on a field, wearing Calvary greys, but your eyes are still so bright, so warm. I see you look around like you’re trapped, see them rush you from all around, and there are so many of them. They keep biting you, here and here and here,” you whimpered, further emphasizing your tale of terror as your fingers traced, by memory, the ridges of his numerous scars. “Then they start to tear at you, and you’re screaming and I can’t do anything to help, but I want to, so I feel myself reaching forward and suddenly I’m there, with you, and all of them turn to me like they’re starving and I’m a feast. Half of them keep ripping pieces of you away, the other start ripping at me, and just before I wake up I see your head come off.” Jasper’s breath had ceased, his hands frozen along the expanse of your back, his eyes glued to your face as you spun your nightmare into verbal reality, shaking your head all the while as if to dash the very thoughts from your brain. “And I know it’s ridiculous to even think that this could happen, but it’s not so much a thing of the present or future as it is a peephole into the past. I know at least some of this happened to you, Jasper, I know what could happen if anything like what you faced with Maria comes to Forks. And I can’t bear to lose you, can’t stand to think about it. I have to stay awake so I know you’re okay because every time I close my eyes I can’t be sur-” Jasper’s lips found your own then, his mouth working over yours with a heated passion you had hardly ever witnessed before. His hand tangled in your hair, his palm pressing against the small of your back to secure your body to his. He parted his lips from yours, pressing kisses against your cheek, your forehead, his breath flowing freely over your skin. When he leveled his eyes with yours, his gaze was a blaze of impossible love. He held your face between both of his palms, his hold on yours both gentle and firm. You could look nowhere else but into his eyes.

“Y/n, we’re not in danger here. I’m far detached from the armies of newborns that destroy the southern cities. I haven’t seen or heard from Maria in close to a hundred years. She and her masses of untrained soldiers are no threat to us. I’ve been bit before, of course, but that was when I was a newborn myself. Nowadays, I doubt any of them would be able to touch me. They would never come close enough to touch you, not by ten miles. On my honour, they wouldn’t even catch the scent of you before they were burning in pieces. I’m not looking for fights, and I don’t expect to find one on our doorstep anytime soon. You have my word. There’s nothing to be worried about. I promise to keep my head set firmly on my shoulders so long as you keep yours, and that requires sleep, darlin’.” A giggle escaped your lips, watered-down slightly from the recent flow of tears from your eyes. Jasper’s grin was near blinding in the darkness. “Come on, now. Close your eyes. We’ll both be here when you wake up.” You nodded your head, your body collapsing further against the hardened muscles of Jasper’s torso. You lifted your head for a brief moment, your eyes locked on his.

“Could you do your mind thing? With the…” Jasper nodded solemnly, the shadow of a grin itching at the corner of his mouth as a warming wave of comfort washed over your limbs like an ocean breeze. You smiled, content, pressing your lips to his jaw before resting your cheek against his shoulder once more, his smile now clearly visible. “Thank you,” you breathed, Jasper’s borrowed comfort easing your eyes closed, your every exhale deepening your state of relaxation until your mind began to fog over. You felt a pang of fear tighten in your chest, followed swiftly by a rush of serenity and ease. You slowly faded away to sleep, Jasper’s hands tracing the ridges of your spine as you lifted from reality to settle in the meadow of a dream.

dionesyia  asked:

I'd really love a oneshot about Carlisle struggling with a mild case of jealousy. Like his SO talks to someone else, and is all nice and smiley because that's the person they are and Carlisle KNOWS that and he really does know better BUT DOES THIS GUY REALLY NEED TO STAND SO CLOSE TO THEM?

There were few things that Carlisle prided himself on. There was his self control, of course, as well as his ability to easily connect with people. It was a quiet sort of dignity, internalized and never boasted about, because that’s just how Carlisle was, wasn’t he? He was humble, and vanity didn’t suit him well. But there was one thing in particular, something that only Carlisle was capable of, that would occasionally go to his head.

It was you, or more specifically your eyes, and the way they came to life when he was with you. The way they widened in his presence, the way your pupils dilated the longer he engaged you, the way they focused in on him like he was the most captivating thing they ever saw. And there was always this animate twinkle in those beautiful, dark irises, a subtle glisten that Carlisle knew was for him and only him, akin to a shooting star streaking the black sky– striking and uplifting. 

And when Carlisle saw that twinkle– his twinkle– shimmering vibrantly in your eyes while in the presence of another man, something wildly unpleasant tore open in his chest, clawing up his throat and threatening to burst through his clenched jaw. Suddenly the air in the room was thicker, more suffocating, and Carlisle swore he could feel perspiration prickling on his hairline when the man leaned in closer towards you with an easy smile. 

It was a blow to the gut when you smiled back, when the stranger continued to bask in your glowing gaze. And Carlisle knew you were just being nice, he knew better than to let something so juvenile gnaw at him like this, but did this guy seriously just take another step closer to you? 

A red fog creeped in through his peripheral vision, and a deep, guttural growl resonated in his chest, like a low rumble of thunder reverberating from the earthy floor and shuddering the branches of a tree. His upper lip twitched threateningly, and Carlisle had to resist the overwhelming urge to bare his teeth. He may be falling apart on the inside, but he was not about to lose his hold on his self control too.

Your name scratched its way up his raw throat, the strained sound begging your eyes to flicker over to where Carlisle was standing off with rigid shoulders. He tried a smile, tightlipped but still sincere, and you smiled softly in response. He heard you mutter a brief ‘excuse me’ before you started walking over to him, the smile on your face never faltering as your scent grew stronger and stronger with each step you made.

If someone asked Carlisle why he did what he did next, he would say that he truthfully didn’t know. Maybe it was the harrowing jealousy banging its fists against his ribcage. Maybe it was your intoxicating, delectable aroma clouding his judgement. Maybe it was that damned twinkle that was dancing in your eyes as you approached him. Maybe it was all three together.

The exact second you were at arms length from him, Carlisle’s fingers hooked into the belt loops of your jeans and yanked you forward, chests and mouths roughly colliding. Another growl vibrated between your bodies as his lips greedily attacked yours, his tongue dominating, claiming, while unusually forceful fingers and sturdy palms encircled your neck to better control the kiss. His teeth stung as they sunk into your bottom lip, and he swallowed your gasp with a wide, hungry mouth. 

Carlisle ended the kiss abruptly, parting from your lips with a wet, salacious smack, the hands on your neck sliding up to frame your face and hold your head steady. He dragged the pad of his thumb possessively over your spit-slicked lips, and as he took in your hooded eyelids and rosy cheeks, he discovered another thing he could pride himself on; he was the only person who got to see you like this, so undone and wanton.

You swallowed, taking a steadying breath in before self-consciously narrowing your eyes. “People are staring, Carlisle.”

An uncharacteristically wicked smirk pulled at his lips, and he let his gaze cast over your shoulder to the now appalled man, a triumphant swell in his chest urging his smirk into a wide grin. “Good.”

He looked down at you again, pressing another brief kiss to your lips before finally letting his hands fall from your face, a warmth spreading from his chest up his neck when your eyes twinkled happily– his twinkle.

Let Me Help You

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 2332

Characters: Paul x reader, Jared, Sam, Emily, the rest of Sam’s pack

Warnings: mentions of asshole parents, reader cutting herself off, reference to Paul’s anger management issues

Summary: After Paul imprints on you, he changes your attitude to the world.

The summer job in Forks was only supposed to be a temporary stop-off. After you graduated and your parents kicked you out, you’d taken off on a trip across America. Where you could, you picked up jobs to covers the costs of fuel and food and somewhere to stay, and coasting along by yourself suited you just fine. It was more peaceful that way.

You had no doubt that, if Paul hadn’t walked into your life, you may well have spent the rest of it living that way.

As it was, though, you’d been working at a supermarket checkout when you looked up to see one of the most muscular men you’d ever seen staring down at you. He was hot, but that wasn’t why you’d kept looking back.

In that moment, it felt like everything else had ceased to exist. There was an expression of wonder in the stranger’s face as he looked at you, and you’d felt drawn to him in a way you’d never felt about anyone else. It was intense, and it was scary.

Then he grinned, still looking wonderstruck, and held out his hand. “Paul Lahote.”

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paring: Sam Uley x Reader

fandom: twilight

request: Hey! If it’s not too much trouble, could I request a jealous/protective Sam Uley Oneshot? Maybe like the reader likes Sam but thinks he likes someone else, so they back off and eventually try to move on with someone else (despite still loving Sam) and Sam gets really jealous? Thank you so much ❤😊 ((sorry if that’s too specific)) 

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @is-that-not-something @un-education @bookswillfindyouaway

Waves of the ocean crashing against the shore on a beautiful day. The sun, for once had come out. One of those rare occasions in this town where it always seemed to be raining.
The weather didn’t match your mood, rain would have been more appropriate. The others were joking around but your eyes were solely focus on Sam and the girl he was talking to.
He’d never be interested in you, wouldn’t he? All he ever saw was that little girl he grew up with. Even though that’s not who you were anymore it was all he’d see when looking at you.

“Heading out!” Running out of the house and making your way to the street you yell back at your friend, “See you later Seth.”
A friend from town had invited you for a night out and it had been a welcome distraction. Maybe moving on with someone else would get rid of your hopeless crush on Sam.

After your third drink you were nowhere near drunk but a little buzzed which made it easier to talk to strangers, relax and forget your worries. The world always seemed so much happier and better, though only for that one night. That feeling never lasted, making it a dangerous game.

The guy who suddenly started talking to you got your attention and made you stop thinking about everything that was going on in your head. He was reasonable attractive, not really your type but what did it matter? It was just a conversation, something to keep you busy and your mind from wandering to unwanted topics.
One drink and an hour later he got a bit too close and handsy for your comfort. You subtly move a bit away from him, trying to get some distance and excuse yourself soon after.
“You’re coming home with me.”
Your heart sinks for a moment, shock and horror washing over your face. The pressure on your arm makes you wince. When you turn around, you’re not looking into the face you dreaded to see.
Sam? A confused look passes your face before anger takes over. What did he do in here?
“Sam, what are you doing here?”
“Looking out for you.”
“How did you even know where I was?”
“Heard you talking to Seth earlier.”

It was his protective older brother attitude acting up again. Though he wasn’t your brother or older than you since you were the same age.
“I can look out for myself, go home!” You hiss, his presence making you angry. Even when you tried not to think about him, he magically appeared anyway.
“I will but you’re coming too. I’m not leaving you with this scumbag.” He says, motioning over to the guy you left sitting on one of the tables.
“No, I’m thoroughly enjoying myself and don’t plan on going home alone tonight.” A blatant lie but you wanted him to leave you alone already.
Sam narrows his eyes at you, “If you want to hook up with someone so bad, you’ll do it with me but for now, we’re going home.”
The conversation for Sam is over because he already starts dragging you to the exit without another word. You didn’t want to leave with him but staying wasn’t such a great option either and there was something else on your mind as well. Did he really mean what he just proposed?


Pairing: Jasper/Mate!Reader
Words: 752
Based on this imagine from @imaginetwilight

A/N: Warning: Dominant Partner, Jealousy, Fighting (I over trigger warn to cover all the bases, just in case…. you never know.) 

Emmett, you could tell, was not going to hold back. In fact, his posture suggested the very opposite. He was going to show off as much as he could to impress Rosalie, and hopefully help him score tonight. And you nearly rolled your eyes at his antics. Jasper was the opposite, knowing that him showing some gentlemanly behavior would give him some brownie points.

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Good Morning

Fandom: Twilight

Word Count: 1060

Characters: Jacob x reader

Warnings: Slight sexual innuendos

Summary: An early morning alarm sets in motion a playful morning causing you to call in sick from work to spend more time with the adoring Jacob

 You flung your arm towards your night stand as the annoying chime of your alarm shattered your sweet sleep. As you rolled back over, you heard a distinct growl and a ‘humph’ from Jacob. You couldn’t hide your giggle, this only encouraged his pouting.

 "Y/N it is so early. Be quiet!“

“It isn’t that early, don’t be a baby”

“It is early if you got it in only a few hours ago after another late night patrol.”

“Awh, you poor pup. We are all so sorry for your suffering. Please excuse us mere folk that have to go into work today.”

 Then that was it, you had little to no time to react to being pulled on top of him. All of a sudden, you were laying on his broad chest and could feel his strong arms wrap around the small of your back tightly. He childishly said “No work for you today!” You fought his iron hold only half heartedly, knowing full well you couldn’t fight his impossible strength. After you were through trying to break free, you settled into the warmth of his body, particularly thankful for it on this cold Washington morning.

 You laid there enjoying the resting pitter patter of his heart, and sighed deeply. “Jake, I wanted to go for a run with Penny before work. That is why I am up so early. She’s been so restless since I have been so busy at the hospital. Poor puppy just wants some attention.”

 "I can take her later. Plus, I can think of a much better morning cardio session,“ he slyly added.

 Suddenly you feel his hands slide down your back into a much more PG 13 position. You giggled immediately, you always were a bit shy. Even though you were engaged to him, you still couldn’t talk about “it” without blushing violently. So you wiggled and squirmed, trying to break free of his hold, only to fail to even move an inch.

 None of it came from a place of not wanting him, it was all in fun. Of course you wanted him. Every time he even looked at you, you could feel a pleasant shiver shoot through your body. Your heart skipped a beat with every time he grabbed your hand, or put his hand on the small of your back as you crossed the street, or anytime he brushed a piece of your wild hair out of your face. You loved him, you adored him, and you could not deny he was a beautiful man. Many times you found yourself questioning your worthiness for his love. It was so pure and loyal, you never even imagined such a romance for yourself. Many times, on mornings just like this, you found yourself beyond thankful for that fateful day when your paths crossed.

 You pulled yourself up to be eye to eye. "Good morning pretty girl. Did you sleep ok?” he said. Even with harsh morning breath, this phrase melted you into him.

 "Much better once you joined me. The bed is too big without you.“

 He moved his hands up your body and landed a warm palm on your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. ” I miss you more than you can know when we are apart. The world is too big without you next to me.“ He pulled you closer and your lips met with a static that jumpstarted your heart. As his tongue separated your lips, you felt your stomach do a small flip. As your mouth parted you let out a distinct moan and sigh, you could feel Jake smile and silently chuckle at you as you expired your desire and satisfaction.

 Immediately you knew you couldn’t let him win like that. You plotted revenge quickly in your head and went to work. You pulled his arms from your back and gently pinned them over his head. Pulling your lips from his, you started by kissing his forehead, moving to his cheeks, his lips again quickly, and then down his jaw line. You paused at a spot on his neck right above his shoulders. You could feel the goose bumps rise on his skin as you hungrily kissed this spot. You continue down his chest and towards his chiseled stomach. As you moved further south, you could feel his breathing quicken and his body tighten with anticipation and excitement. Your plan was working.

 You released his arms and took your legs from under his to straddle him around his knees. You could see him take shallow breaths, and knew this was the moment to strike. You quickly leaped from the bed and sprinted towards one of the spare bedrooms of your cottage. Slamming yourself silently into the closet, you shut the door and propped yourself against it.

 You heard a very loud "THAT WAS SO MEAN Y/N. I AM TOTALLY GOING TO GET YOU NOW.” You tried with all your might to conceal your giggle fit as you heard him crash around the house looking for you. With a brilliant stroke of genius, you bounced up and starting grabbing all your misfit clothes gone to die in the spare closet and threw them on as fast as you could.

 By the time he found you, you had put on 8 t-shirts, 4 hoodies, 1 giant puffy jacket, and 1 peacoat. You had managed to find 3 pairs of pants and a pair of ski pants to put on as well. You waddled out of the closet and said “Come and take it, baby” in your least sexy voice possible. Both of you burst into an uncontrollable laughter. You were laughing so hard, you couldn’t see through all your tears.

 When you finally laughed it out, Jake helped you take off all the layers. You were sweating from all the layers and commotion.  Jake took a look at the literal hot mess before him and said “Hit the showers hot stuff. I think it is very obvious that you are sick today, clearly you are running a fever and have the sweats. I will call the hospital and let them know you won’t be coming in. I have much more exciting things planned for us today pretty girl.” As you blushed at his hint, he smiled his brilliant smile and pulled your phone from the night stand and started dialing. You gave him a quick peck and bounced towards the bathroom, very certain that nothing at work would be as good as the morning you were having.

Preference; I’d Understand

Alec Volturi and Paul Lahote preference requested by anon! “Yoo hows my favorite blog?? I’m doin’ alright. Can i get a alec or paul imagine where they’re scared about reader leaving him. Due to alec being a vampire that likes human blood. Or if you do pauls about him being a hothead. Hopefully it makes sense” Hope you like it!


In truth, you’d never been wholly comfortable with the meal-plan served in the Italian villa, given your awkward position as would-be appetizer. Despite your position in this so strange, vampiric court, despite your knowledge of the binding law protecting you from intentional harm, your stomach continued to twist and knot in fear. This discomfort, this terror stemmed not from your relations within the Volturi; no, even Aro had been kind, welcoming even, whispering about how overjoyed he was that his darling Alec had found such a promising mate. It was clear that he had a handful of particularly advantageous plans when the sunrise of your immortality broke the horizon, and thus took an affectionate liking to you. The subject of your mortality was a bit of a taboo, especially considering the diet of choice your new companions favoured, but your never felt discriminated for the beating of your heart.

It was never about your pulse, your necessary breath, the blood flowing through your veins, protected only by a thin layer of vulnerable flesh. Politically, you were fine. You were practically one of the guards, your transformation date set for sometime in the summer. It was never about you. It was about the thirty tourists you saw enter the throne room every week, it was their screaming that haunted your dreams, their horror that plunged the knife into your abdomen, churning your insides until you were reduced to nothing. It was your mate’s participation, his willing participation, that struck fear into your still-beating heart. If you had wandered into the villa, expecting a tour of Italian architecture, a history lesson on pillars or portraits, would he have slaughtered you as he slaughtered the others? Would he have spared you a second thought?

You were doubtful.

You stood with your back facing the entrance to your bedchamber, your eyes dissecting the intricate carvings laid into the marble of the walls. Though you had been distanced from the heart of the Volturi’s society, you could hear the echos reverberating down the hall nonetheless. Alec had noticed your discomfort and suggested a change of scenery, though you understood that even his residence in Verona would carry the weight of Volterra’s infractions. You were chewing the edge of your fingernail (a nervous habit you hoped would be kicked, finally, when you were torn from your human life) when your ears picked up on the subtlest wisp of movement, announcing the presence of your silent lover. Soon after, his hands were cooling your elbows, folding over your crossed arms, his honeyed breath polluting the air you inhaled. His lips pressed to your neck, your mind jumping from affection to unease as you noted the placement of his kiss. His voice, so soft, so sweet for so experienced a killer, sang against your ear, his hair brushing against your cheek.

“Darling, you’re troubled,” he observed, his icy fingers ghosting over your hands, lacing his fingers through yours, a tender gesture you were not expecting to be accompanied by the surprising warmth his frozen fingers carried. He’d fed recently, more recently than you cared to dwell on. A stranger’s blood warmed his frigid tissues. You flinched away from his touch, untangling yourself from his fingers, avoiding contact with his violent eyes, his angel’s lips parted in wounded confusion. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?” He extended his hand, and you once more slunk away from his touch. He ducked his head, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, exhaling lowly. When he spoke, his voice had changed drastically, harbouring an injury you had yet to notice on his physical form. “Aro warned me this would happen.” You did not speak on the matter, but recalled easily the moment you had departed from Volterra, your hand sliding from Aro’s papery skin, his eyes reading your most recent thoughts, likely painting vivid imagery to accompany your internalized terror. Of course he would mention this to Alec. Your inability to cope directly affected him. “This is about the blood.” His voice did not lilt in inquiry; there was no question, no confusion muddying his understanding. You lifted your face to address him, his eyes a blazing crimson, burning from within with the glow of his most recent meal. Your words clung to the insides of your throat, scratching their way downward, refusing to surface. Alec’s jaw clenched, his gaze lowering to the floor’s mosaic, his brow furrowing the silken plane of his forehead. It was almost inhumane to witness, to cause, distress in so beautiful a creature.

“If I could avoid… the way that I feed, I would do it for you,” he continued, his voice softer, quieter than before, his words dripping with sorrow like an open wound, his tone ringing with a melancholic tenor. “Once you’ve turned, I believe, I hope, that you will understand the difficulty we face. This is not a choice, the way that we feed. Our thirst is not a decision; it’s a compulsion. I have very little control of how I ensure your safety… If I were to refrain, I’m afraid I would be unable to keep myself from causing you harm.” Your breathing grew shallow as he explained to you the honest truths behind his so frequent feasting, his plump lips downturned at the corners, his eyes projecting a most uncommon weakness in one of the most powerful man you had the pleasure of knowing. He pursed his lips before exhaling a broken sigh, his chest heaving unnaturally. “If this is not something that you can live with… I’d understand.” His voice, usually so determined, so confident, now drifted into silence. The only sound available to your feeble ears was your steady pattern of breathing. You turned your face away, unable to hold his gaze any longer, your heart breaking for the angel you’d reduced to ash and cinder before you. After a moment, Alec broke his uncharacteristic silence, his voice illustrating a heart, an organ you knew no longer beat within the chiseled stone of his chest, breaking. If he was capable of producing tears, you had no doubt they would have fallen freely from his scarlet eyes, painting glimmering trails against the alabaster of his complexion. “Will you leave me?” You turned, shocked by his inquiry. How was he able to fathom a universe where you did not see yourself at his side? Had your affections fallen flat? Were you unable to illustrate to him the depth of your love? You crossed to him, your fingers angling his chin upward, forcing him to meet your eye, his irises blooming dangerously beneath a broken brow.

“I could not leave you if remaining by your side ensured the end of my life. To be parted from you would cause me unbearable pain. You are not what I despise, and your thirst… I can’t blame you for that. It’s the executions, Alec, that bother me. You’re herding people to their deaths by the hundreds every year. I can’t help but be bothered by the deaths. I’m only human, for now. If there is another way that you can live, tell me, and we can pursue that path. Together.” His eyes softened, his breath flowing over your face. Though his brow remained furrowed, his lips formed a cautious grin. He glanced at the position of the sun through your veiled window, his eyes returning to your face. He lifted his palm to cradle your cheeks, his face alight with the force of the words he spoke next.

“There is a coven in America, the Cullens. If we leave now, we could reach their home by tomorrow. I never thought I would say this…” His thumbs stroked over your cheekbones, the weight of his decision weighing heavily on his shoulders. “I believe they may be able to help us.”


You had been warned of this very scenario from the moment Paul’s realities had been revealed to you, the moment you became involved in the fiery universe that he was so ingrained in. You’d seen the evidence of a destructive temper on Emily’s face, scarring her for life, a warning sign to the other members of Sam’s pack: don’t get too close. You hadn’t had any issues as far as trust went; Paul was relatively calm when you were around, incredibly cautious to the point of over-protectiveness, and as kind and loving as the day you’d met him. He was well-prepared to prevent injuries similar to Emily’s, or worse, and handled his rage better than he had before you stumbled into him. According to his pack, he’d been a bit of a loose canon before imprinting, but your presence acted as a sedative to his usual rowdy, unpredictable nature. You’d been assured that his mannerisms, specifically his impulse to phase, had been quieted after he imprinted, but his actions spoke to combat the promises his brothers made.

Their observations had not been entirely false; Paul was, without doubt, a changed man, but he carried with him a fire that even you could not put out. While he wasn’t explosive, his fuse was relatively short. You hadn’t had the chance to argue, given the amount of time you’d known him, but you’d be witness to his quick temper. You’d never felt threatened in any way other than the typical back-away-if-he-starts-shaking, but that applied to any of the wolves. They all had off-days, but Paul was never someone to be feared, never someone to be wary of. He treated you with the utmost respect and care, but even he couldn’t put a stopper on the floodgates when you’d been approached by a group of men on First Beach. Their salutations had been more insult than greeting, their words slipping like an oil slick from between their unwashed teeth, their faces gleaming with a drunken sweat you could smell radiating from their bodies as you passed them by. Paul, of course, was not about to stand for this ill-treatment. You’d felt the vibrations rolling from his body through the hand that held his, heard his laboured breathing by your ear. You had enough time to extract your hand from his and press a palm to his chest before turning to the trio of vulgar men, warning them to leave before someone (here meaning them, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you also spoke in your own defense) was hurt. One look at Paul was enough to seal your threat in concrete. There was no question about his anger, and his bare torso was promise enough that any retribution would be undeniably painful. They fled, joining a throng of townspeople vacating the beach. Your eyes locked on his, his lips curling over his teeth. You’d attempted to whisper a few calming words before realizing how far gone he truly was. You backed away from his trembling form, every visible muscle tensing on his body as he too backed away from you.

“Y/n,” he snarled, his eyes flitting around as his convulsions intensified, watching the last of the beach’s crowd fade into the night. His unspoken plea was clear: run. You turned your back on him and joined the masses abandoning the darkness of the waters, their voices nearly masking the tear of clothing as Paul exploded from his skin. You turned in time to watch his tail disappear into the tree line. You headed for Emily’s place, hoping to find Sam or Jared holed-up in her kitchen. One of them must be willing to talk Paul down from his heated precipice. You knew they’d all done it before. Your trek was short-lived, and the harmonies reaching from Emily’s open windows carried promises of aid in the form of two, possibly three werewolves. You helped yourself in, your eyes finding Sam’s in the crowd surrounding Emily’s table. His face, lightened by Emily’s company, went dark when he met your gaze. It seemed he already knew. You cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair, watching as Jared, Quil, and Emily focused their attention on you.

“Anyone willing to track my boyfriend for me?” Jared cursed aloud, damning Paul to Hell as he dropped his half-eaten muffin onto his plate, clearly irritated with his friend’s lack of control. Quil offered an apologetic grimace, clapping you on the shoulder as he made his way to the door with Jared nipping at his heels. Sam said nothing outside of asking for Paul’s last-known location, departing with a a final glance at Emily, his fists balled around a pair of jean shorts. Emily’s hands fluttered about her table, sweeping crumbs from the surface, her eyes on your face. She nodded you over, inviting you to sit as she prepared her dinner, promising you that Paul’s episodes never lasted more than half an hour, and that was before you came along. She was almost certain he’d be back sooner. You chatted with her for the next fifteen minutes, your mind preoccupied, replaying the fading image of Paul ducking into the woods on the blank expanse of your eyelids. It wasn’t until Emily offered you a cup of tea that you noticed your hands were trembling. “Maybe I’m a wolf too,” you whispered, your voice failing your attempt at humour, Emily’s arms wrapping around your back as your body shuddered. She, of all people, knew the fear that now pooled in your stomach. Another ten minutes passed before you heard their approach, the sound of footsteps crunching against soil paired with Sam’s low, angry whispers. The three members of Paul’s rescue party had returned, and all three entered without a word, sitting at the table in absolute silence. Emily’s eyes focused on the doorway before finding yours, shooting you a sisterly glance you understood to be cautionary.

“Y/n,” your name was soft on his lips, a gentle tone meant to exhibit his level of calmness. You turned in your seat, abandoning your tea, your eyes falling on his form, propped-up against the open doorway. He gestured for you to join him outside, his hand running through his shorn hair. They did not tremble. You excused yourself and followed him onto Emily’s lawn, watching his shoulders heave with as he sighed, his back gleaming beneath the light of the moon. His hands were swinging at his sides, his muscles tensing and releasing as he paced. When he stopped, you were a good distance away from the house, out of earshot, you assumed, and away from any scrutiny. He turned, slowly, his every movement calculated, the effort behind his actions obvious. He was going out of his way to eliminate any perception you could have of him being a threat to your safety. He kept his distance, addressing you in a whisper from a handful of feet away, his bare feet digging into the earth as he spoke. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. That was… I put you at risk, and I’m so, so sorry.” His eyes lifted to the stars, his head shaking with frustration. “And, you know, I can’t even promise that it won’t happen again. I’m not in control, not like that. This can happen again, and that…” his voice dropped off, his sentence hanging open, fluttering in the breeze. When his eyes returned to yours, his face was broken, his lips pursed to keep them from quivering. “I mean, I’d understand if it’s too much. As much as it kills me, I can understand if you need to go.” He raised his hands, surrendering. “I want you safe, that’s all. I can’t promise you’ll be safe around me. I can’t.” You shook your head, closing the distance between you, continuing even after he mirrored your first few steps, eager to keep you out of harm’s way.

“Paul, if anything, you went out of your way to keep me safe tonight. You warned me that you were losing control, and you backed up, and you gave me time to step back.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you refused to let berate himself further. “You are not a threat to me, and I’m not going anywhere.” He exhaled deeply, relieved, and closed his arms around your back, pulling you to the warmth of his chest.

All I Ever Needed

Paul Lahote Imagine

Paul x Reader

Prompt: A good old opposite’s attract story.

Word Count: 1,071

Authors’s Note: This is pretty messy because I really needed something to be up- so here it is. Sorry for not posting been so busyyyyy. Lovessss xx

Warning: None

You went to the same school as the pack, you had easily became friends with Seth and that had drawn you to La Push. You were timid and shy, only speaking when spoken too and were use to keeping thoughts to yourself. People thought that you were so cute and innocent, a lot of people becoming protective of you.

One night you were invited to one of the campfires that the pack were doing. You easily gave in when Seth gave you puppy eyes and a little pout. “Cool! But uh wear something warm!” He said giving you a little cheeky smile before bouncing of to class.

Never in your life have you ever met Paul. You always heard Seth and Embry going on about him but you never questioned about it.

When you showed up, e/c eyes cast down your h/c hair covering your face as shifted from foot to foot. “Y/n! Seth told me you were coming.” You glanced up in surprise to see Embry who immediately wrapped you in a hug. You smiled up at him as Seth joined next to him,

“C’mon! The stories starting soon!” Seth chirped a massive smile on his face. You giggled when he grabbed you pulling you towards a log. “We’re just waiting for the others to show up.” Embry sat next to you, food somehow in his hand.

“What’s the story about?” You asked softly as you watched the fire, returning your eyes to Seth.

“Well it’s a legend between our tribe. Saying that we are descended form wolves.” Seth said, watching your face. You raised your eyebrows curious about it. He flicked your nose, “No spoilers for you.” You giggled rolling your eyes.

The sound of crunching leaves alerted you, you looked up to see a group of boys, with no tops on coming out the woods. A blush was on your face as you hid behind Seth’s arm. Embry noticed, as did Seth and started to giggle at your shy state. 

“Don’t worry. They won’t bite.” Embry teased lowly to you. All you did was poke out your tongue. As your e/c eyes wandered back to them, they were shoving each other until your eyes landed on a pair of brown ones.

Paul was surprised to see a girl seated between Seth and Embry. He could obviously see how shy you were, just by they way you tried to hide behind Seth. “Awe look. Someones got a girlfriend.” Jared teased beside Paul, immediately getting shoved by Paul. Paul looked back up only to lock eyes with your pair of e/c eyes. He sucked in a breath, stepping back in surprise, eyes widening. 

His imprint

“Awe Paul has his imprint.” Jared teased shoving Paul forward who immediately shoved him back. “Quit it!”

Your eyes widen in surprise. There was a tug pulling at your heart. A tingly sensation coming over you as Seth and Embry watched you with knowing eyes.

Seth and Embry eyed each other and nodded. 

Months later you and Paul had grown closer. So close that he and the pack revealed their secret to you; shifters. It took a while for you to take complete hold of the situation but then on out- everything was good.

Everyone knew about you and Paul getting closer, everyone trying to warn you that he was no good. He’s a hot-headed, violent person and can hurt you easily. This was mostly from people at school and from a few of the pack members.

Again you heard it. Seth wanted to hang out but you were hanging out with Paul in the woods, “I’m sorry Seth… But we can hang out tomorrow?” Your voice was soft, you e/c eyes peering up at his brown pair that seemed a little bit hurt.

“N-no. T-that’s okay…” He walked away before you could say anything, a coat of guilt covered you and your heart started to throb.

You soon started to listen. Everyone was telling you to keep your distance, so you did. You even stopped going to La Push. Only hanging out with Seth, Leah and Embry. 

Guilt still ran through you, you hadn’t even warned Paul and that’s what made it worse. At school you had seen him get angered more easily, get into fights, all the while people were telling you had done the right thing. But it didn’t feel like it.

As you sat at your desk away from Paul who was staring you down, you placed in your earphones even though your phone was dead, just so it was a sign of, please don’t talk to me. A pair of girls sat beside you,

“Oh my gosh. Did you see Paul? How he beat up that poor boy?”

“Girl, yes! He’s fucking crazy.”

You glanced over at Paul who’s, fists were clenched. The girls tried to seem quite but he heard and you knew he did.

You couldn’t take it after hearing a certain comment, 

“Good Y/n leaving him.” Anger boiled in you when she said that.

Ripping out your headphones, slipping out your seat, you glared at the two girls who were shocked at your outbursts, everyone was. You weren’t like that. Always calm and collected. But they had pushed it.

Stomping towards Paul who also sported a shocked face, you grabbed it and smashed your lips against his. Everyone gasping in surprise.

He kissed back immediately, a smirk against your lips.”I’m sorry,” you muttered drawing back from him, “about everything I put you through. That I listened to what they all said…”

Instead of saying anything else, he dragged you out the room, grabbing your bag in the process, as soon as you both were hidden in the woods. He turned to you and picked you up into a kiss. 

Sweet and long with so much want.

“I missed you. God I fucking missed you.” He sighed, nuzzling your cheek.

Wrapped into each others warmth you realized something, “Paul my grades! Paul the rumors!” You panicked bouncing in his arms. He groaned as you tried to climb out his grip.

“I thought we were having a moment!”

“I thought I wanted a good school history!”

“It’s just one period!” He whined. You shifted to look at him with a pout. A roll of his eyes, “fine. But you owe me a lot of time.” A smirking plastering his face, sending a wink to you. “Lucky for you…It’s Friday.”

No Control

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 2020

Characters: Jacob x reader, Sam, Paul, Jared, Billy

Warnings: angst, breakup of relationship

Summary: After Jacob imprints on Renesmee, his long-term girlfriend makes a discovery about herself.

For once, it was a sunny day in Forks. Really sunny, not weak sunlight straggling past clouds. You were supposed to be at home studying, but you couldn’t pass up a day like this. Especially not after your boyfriend turned up at your house at half past ten and told you that he was taking you to the beach.

Jacob ran his fingers through your hair gently as you lay in his lap. With everything that had been going on with the Cullens recently, it felt like the two of you hadn’t been spending enough time together. You didn’t resent him for it. You knew that he wanted you safe more than anything else.

But you had missed him like crazy.

Today, though, Seth and Leah were taking care of watching the Cullens so that he could be with you. Having a day like this one, when you could do nothing but lie on the beach and tease each other and kiss, reminded you exactly why you’d fallen in love with him in the first place. Werewolf or not (and you’d been pretty freaked when you heard about that one), days like this assured you of just how much he loved you.

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Date Night

Fandom: Twilight

Word Count: 1291

Characters: Paul x reader

Warnings: None

Summary: A typical date night with Paul turns into an evening of a lifetime

 I rushed out of the house about an hour before sunset, down the driveway towards my old school white jeep, when I noticed the driver’s door was open. Eerily confused, I cautiously edged towards to the jeep to investigate further. Then I heard to radio softly playing a very familiar song and saw a pair of very large black Converse perched on my driver’s side dashboard. I knew immediately it was Paul.

 He heard the crunching of the rocky drive under my shoes and shot up. “I told you I would beat you! I finished patrol, showered, changed, and barely ran here, and I was still ready before you. I even had time to put our CD in and pick you some flowers!” He proudly declared this as he held up a bunch of delicate wildflowers. “ I will say the time waiting was worth it, don’t know how it is possible but you look more beautiful than usual.”

 I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and a sheepish smile spread across my face. “Alright,” I conceded, “you win. You get to drive.” I pretended sighed out of disappointment as he popped open the passenger door for me. I climbed in and pulled my hair into a ponytail in preparation of the wind from having the top off the jeep. “Well, what are we doing tonight?” I asked. “Well, I am sure glad you asked Y/N. Do I have a great night planned for us this evening. Ma'am, please buckle your seatbelt and place your tray in the upright position, as the Date Night Express takes off. Please also take note of all emergency exits at this time.” I laughed at his flight attendant impression and he winked at me as he pulled out of the driveway.

 As we listened to the CD he made me full of songs that reminded him of me, we sped down the windy road towards La Push. I moaned. He eyed me suspiciously but just kept driving. I secretly hoped we weren’t in for another evening of beach bonfire and wolf pack. Not that I didn’t love that and them, because I really did, I was just hoping for something different and more intimate. It seemed that I maybe getting my wish, we drove pass the turn for La Push. As we drove past it, Paul took my left hand and started absentmindedly bestowing soft warm kisses. Starting at the back of my hand moving to each one of my knuckles and then finger tips. He lightly kissed the palm of my hand and then placed it on his cheek. I paused there for a moment, and then worked my hand down to land where his rested on the gear shift. He smiled as he grasped onto my hand. I felt a rush of calm and warmth rush over me as his giant hand encompassed mine.

 We started to drive up biggest cliff set outside of town, up a winding and inclined path. I asked again “What are doing tonight?”, but this time much more excited. Clearly Paul had planned something. This was both shocking and thrilling. I was getting so excited I could hardly stand it.

 We drove for what seemed like a lifetime, but Paul assured me it was only about 20 more minutes. We finally leveled out some ontop of the cliff, and Paul put the car in park. He hopped out and came to get my door. He offered me his hand as I slid out of the jeep. “We walk from here, champ. You cool with that?”

 I shrugged and said “Try to keep up, yeah?”

“That doesn’t make any sense. You don’t even know where we are going. But by all means, try to find it. I would love to have you get us lost in the woods, so I then can heroicly save the day and then tell everyone what a terrible sense of direction you have and that you would literally be lost in more way than one without me. Your knight in shining armor.” I could see him puff out his already very large chest and strike what I assumed was a knightly pose.

 "FINE. Lead the way Sir Fluffy Tail.“


“Awh, but it is so cute. My favorite thing about your wolf form. You are so fluffy and cute!”

“Stop talking. Like I cannot handle you.”

“Never! You will never silence me!“ 

Suddenly I felt myself being lift from the ground and everything got turned upside down as he threw me over his shoulder, laughing hysterically at my pathetic yelp of protest. "Who is cute and fluffy now, hmm?” he said gloating. “Still you.” I said, as I hung from his shoulder, pounding my fists into his back.

 Just a few seconds later, he flipped me over, put me down, and said “Ok, ok. We have to get moving or this epic date is going to get ruined.” He grabbed my hand and started leading me through the woods. I walked for a few moments with Paul, enjoying the dusk sounds of the forest. “Not much further” he said.

 Finally, he lead me into a clearing that was the top of a cliff that overlooked a part of the ocean inlet that I had never seen before. Just a few feet in front of me, I noticed a blanket, a picnic basket, a CD player, and what seemed like hundreds of lit candles spread out through the clearing. He released my hands and walked to turn on the CD player and soft sweet music began to play. I honestly stood there for a moment, breathless at this scene before me. Paul really had put a lot of work into this. I walked towards where Paul was staring back at me with a hand extended. I took his hand and reached up as far as I could to kiss him. “I can’t believe you did this. This is amazing. Thank you Paul.”

 “Well actually, Y/N, there is more.“ His voice sounded anxious and excited all at the same time. I stared at his soft brown eyes, noticing that the orange glow of the sunset reflected perfectly into them. He grabbed both of my hands in his and cleared his throat.

 "Before I met you, I was on edge all the time. Angry at everything and everyone. Despite the brothers connected to me, I was isolated and alone. You have changed all of that. The day I met you, I found my missing piece. You complete me.”

 Truly confused at this point, I opened my mouth to agree and ask why he was gushing, but he shook his head and kept going. “You are my best friend. You are the gravity that holds me to this Earth. Everyday you bring a light into my life I didn’t know was possible. You are kind, smart, strong, courageous, adventurous, funny, and beyond beautiful. Y/N you are more than I ever knew possible. You make me the happiest man there is, truly you do. There is only one thing I would change about you.”

 Even more confused, I asked “What would that be?”

 Paul sunk to one knee and fished a box out of his pocket, as he did this my heart raced a million miles an hour and my eyes started to fill with tears. 

“Your last name.” he said as he answered my question. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He opened the velvet blue box to show a gorgeous oval shaped diamond ring. Too breathless to speak, I nodded yes. I bent down to kiss him as he slipped the ring on my finger.

Question Of Mortality

Edward Cullen imagine requested by anon! “Yo what up… could you pretty please write an imagine where the reader decides not to turn, Edward wasn’t pressuring her at all, but she concludes that she’s happy with this one life. And he completely supports her and promises to love her till she dies. Literally. And it’s just so fluffy, with lots of kisses and the most gentlemanly Edward. But like a little angst cuz that’s like a huge decision. Basically I’d like for her to remain human,but still love Edward more than anything. Thanks babe!” Hope you like it!

WARNING: This imagine alludes briefly (and mostly in vague reference) to Edward’s Volterra plans in the fashion of the first chapters of New Moon.

It wasn’t presented as a question, the lack or presence of your fragile mortality; Edward had been very careful with his wording when the subject was brought to your attention. With his hands in his lap, slender fingers toying with a fraying strand of denim that had separated from the edge of a tear at your crossed knee, he had spoken of your upcoming birthday. His butterscotch eyes had remained on the fabric, feigning unfathomable intrigue as he casually inquired as to what you might be wanting on such a spectacular occasion as the anniversary of your birth. It was unlike him to avoid your eye when he spoke; he was very much in love with your eyes, and continuously brought up their otherworldly beauty, sounding very much the Romeo type as he sang their praises. He exaggerated frequently. Still, he voiced his supposedly absentminded (though he rarely ever acted without first thinking) reminder of your aging body, without once meeting your eye, and allowed his simple words to begin their workings within your head. When you were quiet, he lifted his gaze, his golden eyes wandering over your face before finally locking on yours. His face was nearly empty of all emotion, vulnerable in the simplicity of his expression, waiting for you to set the mood. When he spoke, he spoke with a voice just supported enough to reach your ears, his velvet tone carried to your heart on a whisper, his lips curling in a sideways grin.

“Don’t even try to tell me you don’t want a present. You ought to be celebrated. Another year alive, especially considering the company you keep, is no small feat.” You dropped your gaze, watching as Edwards hand slipped seamlessly to your palm, his fingers lacing with yours. His temperature was noticeably cooler than your own, glinting dimly as the evening sunlight shone through the glass that stood as his fourth wall. You traced your fingertips along the backside of his hand, running over bone that had calcified and strengthened a century ago, over skin that was impenetrable by any means other than the teeth of his immortal enemies. You flipped his hand over, detaching yourself from him save the contact you kept with your fingers, tracing along the smooth lines of his palm, winding down to his wrist, and pausing briefly where his pulse ought to be. You found no such beating, no telltale thrumming of life… and yet he sat before you as mobile and lively as any regular man. Edward’s perceptive eyes, amplified by the venom that coursed through his system, caught your hesitation, noting the location your fingertips had lingered just a second longer than they had the rest of his hand. He pursed his lips, his eyes calling out for your own and receiving no reaction. “Still don’t have one, I’m afraid,” he whispered, speaking cautiously. When next you spoke, you spoke without hesitation, a burning question on your mind screaming with all intensity to be heard aloud.

“Do you want me to be turned?” He froze, as only a vampire could, his hand resting in your palm more like a fragmented statue than a man. Your eyes found his, finding his face unchanged, remaining blank to avoid pushing you in one direction or the other. He was as neutral as they came, Switzerland in the flesh, his snowy skin and frigid temperature further proof. Your silence clung to the air like dewdrops on grass, your words hanging in uncharted territory, untouched by man, beast, and everything in between. Your breath polluted the air like carbon, lingering heavily, suffocatingly, in the space between your chests. “Edward, do you want me to become a vampire?” You repeated, your choice words allowing no misinterpretation. He thawed slightly at the word, but he didn’t move to speak. Again, you tried for an answer, hoping your insistence would provoke a response. “Edward, do you want me to become a vampire?” He shifted some before you, turning your hand in his until your roles were reversed, his icy fingertip tracing the grooves of your palm, his lips parting as he prepared to speak.

“I only want you to be happy, Y/n. The choice is yours. I host no preferences other than remaining by your side,” his eyes bored into yours, his golden irises gleaming like polishes copper. “As long as you’ll have me, of course.” You rolled your eyes at his unbiased reply, pulling your hand easily from his hold, though you knew he could have kept you there without so much as flexing a muscle.

“That’s not what I asked you, Edward. I didn’t ask if you wanted me happy or unhappy, or if you thought for a second that I might send you away on a whim. This is quite possibly the worst time you could have selected to beat around the bush. I asked you, very specifically I might add, if you wanted me to become a vampire. The answer is a lot simpler than you’re making it seem.” Edward paused, his eyes searching quickly for open routes through which to approach the conversation without so much as hinting at his partiality to specific outcomes and opinions.

“It’s not about what I want, Y/n. It’s your mortality we’re discussing, not mine. And before you make another dig about how I haven’t answered your question properly… if I had the choice, Y/n, I can honestly tell you that I don’t have a preference. In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have to change for me. We would both grow old together, get married and have children like regular people, we’d be buried by those children side by side, our bones would torn to dust and we’d be forgotten… but I do not have the luxury of such a choice. I know what this… life,” he chose the word tentatively, hyper-aware of the impact his words would have on your ability to decide, “has to offer. I know the upsides and the struggles rather well. I also remember my human life, the joys and memories, the process of aging. It is not my decision whether or not you remain human. I don’t ever want to see you go through the pain of transformation, nor do I want to rob you of a naturally progressing human life. If that means I live by your side in the public eye as a boyfriend, a husband, a brother, a son, a grandson even, I’m more than happy to do it. I signed up for you, for every variation of you, every stage of your life. If you don’t want that life for us, if you wish to be a part of this family in a more… permanent sense, I have my conditions.” You pursed your lips, your brain hardly working beyond the sense to comprehend the words as they flew from Edward’s rosy lips.

“Which would be?” you questioned, eager to keep your mind off of the conclusion you could feel drawing up from deep within your chest. Edward grinned, leaning forward to press his lips to your cheekbone, his lips hovering just beside your ear. He breathed his response, his cool breath raising the hairs along the back of your neck.

“I’d like to marry you, first. You’d be a Cullen before you were a Cullen, if you catch my drift. Also, I hear matrimony is an excellent method of testing whether or not you’re content to be forever tied to another person. It seems… a natural approach in my mind. I’d also get to buy you something for your birthday, or the anniversary of your birthday after you stop aging, and you wouldn’t be allowed to complain.” You lifted your eyebrow, wordlessly asking whether or not he had the nerve to continue. He beamed at you, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was holding something back from you. You held his gaze, waiting for him to speak his mind, daring him to remain quiet. Edward inhaled slowly, his expression falling a fraction of an inch. “You wouldn’t be able to have children, of course. Either route you choose, if you decide to stay with me, your genetic line will disintegrate. Your parents won’t see your grandchildren. That is, of course, a hazard of this relationship… but if you were to change, you wouldn’t be able to carry a child. When the body is frozen in this way, never changing, it becomes impossible. At least, as a human, you could… conceive… just not with me.” You perked up in your seat, your hand on his shoulder both steadying yourself and pushing him away.

“How is that even a thought? You think I’d throw everything away to have a kid? That I’d want a child, someone else’s child? Edward, I’d only want a child, or… children, if you were the father. It’s not enough that they’d be mine. How can you even think-” Edward spoke up, cutting you off.

“You’d be surprised. If Rosalie found out that she could have a child, but that Emmett wouldn’t be the father, I’m almost certain she’d jump at the opportunity. Ideally, the child would be hers and Emmett’s, genetically at least, but she may even bend for Emmett to have a child without her. I’m not sure the mother would live long afterwards, what with Rose’s theatrics and her paranoia, but… it might surprise you, Y/n, and I’d rather you thought about it now and weighed your options than see you mourn children you’re unable to bring into the world fifty years from now.” You were finding it difficult to speak as the reality of your choice polluted your mind. You were thankful, at least for now, that Edward had sworn-off reading your mind completely, that you had made such a fuss of his habits that he would be beside himself with guilt if he so much as peeked inside your mind.

“Edward… what would you do if… if I decided to stay human, hypothetically… what would you do when I died?” He spoke so quickly that it startled you, his words flowing completely void of hesitation.

“I suppose I would travel to Volterra, lift a car over my head, and wait for the Volturi to descend. I might provoke a nomad or two. Maybe Rosalie would put me out of my misery if I tore a chunk out of her hair.” A steady hiss sounded from the floor below you, a threatening reminder that the vampire in question could hear your every word. Edward rolled his eyes, smirking in your direction. “I’m sure you’ll convince me otherwise with some sort of deathbed promise, which I would be duty-bound to obey. In truth, Carlisle would never let me do anything of the sort. I suppose I’d be stuck here, miserable, until I crumbled to pieces,” his playful expression faded immediately when he saw the depth behind your eyes.

“I… I think I want to stay human. I don’t know if I can… I’m not sure I could risk, I don’t know, killing someone, or staying inside when it’s light out. I don’t know, Edward, I just… I’m going to have to bury my parents either way, I know, but to be unable to attend their funeral because I had to fake my own death? Or watching my family grow old from a distance, being unable to reach out and touch them because I might snap their neck? And, God, don’t you ever wonder what you would’ve looked like at twenty? Thirty, forty, seventy? And the children… I know it isn’t possible for us, Edward, but who says we can’t adopt, have it be ours in a little way, not just mine and… some stranger from a sperm bank? Would it be so bad to have one lifetime together?” He smiled dimly, content for the moment to see you preserve your human life but internally at war with your decision.

“I’d love you either way. There’s nothing you could do to sway my affections in a negative manner, nothing you could say to me that would send me away. Until your dying breath, I will love each and every part of you, each line and wrinkle that creases your skin, every step and breath you take. I’m yours until the very end, Y/n. The amount of time we have together is limitless either way. Esme will be distraught, though, so don’t go telling her just yet. She might like pretending to be your sister down the road.” You smiled warmly, watching his butterscotch eyes pool with love as he looked upon your face. You crawled forward into his arms, your lips meeting fluidly with his own, your hands winding around his solid, unchanging neck as you melted into his embrace. Edward’s lips traveled down your neck, along your jawline, over the edges of your cheekbones and over your eyelids, his hands ravishing your waist as he moved to your forehead and dropped swiftly back to your mouth. When finally you parted, your breath rushing in like water from a broken floodgate, your heart hammering within your chest, you found enough space to mutter a few words before Edward had descended on your lips once more.

“When I die, I need you alive to write every single memory we shared down, Edward. I don’t care if it’s a thousand pages or ten thousand pages. You’re not going anywhere until you’ve got journals stacked to the ceilings and our story is finished. Ten years, twenty years, or two years after my death, Edward Cullen, I want you to be so happy looking back on those memories that you forget you ever thought about provoking Rosalie Hale-” his lips crashed against yours, his smile present even with his mouth pressed so firmly against your own, his whispered oath of “I love you, I love you,” spoken at every opportunity, stolen between breaths, your heart as alive in your chest as his was not. Hopefully, you thought, you would remain this way for your small slice of forever.

Be Careful

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 1359

Characters: Jacob x reader, the whole pack

Warnings: Werewolves behaving like children, fighting and violence

Summary: You get caught in the middle of one of the pack’s arguments.

You could hear them arguing all the way up Sam’s driveway. Paul’s voice was especially loud above the other, and you stopped to listen to him as you reached the door.

“I’m just saying, that’s a load of crap! I could take any of you in a fight!”

You sighed, irritated. The pack had been fighting over this for at least a week now, and it was starting to get on your last nerve. No one apart from them really cared about who would beat who if it came to a fight.

Then it was Jacob’s voice, and you could almost hear his grin. “Whatever you wanna believe, Lahote.” Someone, you assumed it was Paul, gave a low growl in response.

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A new family member (Rami Malek x Reader)

So, here we are again! Hope you like this new one shot! I must admit I have so much fun writing stories like this with our Rami! I think he’ll be a very good father and I can’t wait to see little baby Maleks! Feedbacks are welcomed and appreciated!!! <3 H, hope you like it, too! xoxo

Word count : 1,912

“I want a baby.” Rami said one night as we both made ourselves comfortable on the couch, him watching  “The late late show with James Corden “ while I was reading a magazine. As I heard what he said, I almost spit the hot cocoa I had taken a gulp of on the ground. My heart pounded against my chest heavily and I felt my hands become a little sweaty. I felt very surprised because he confronted me with something so unexpected. Especially in the situation he was now. His career had made a huge jump to success and every director wanted to work with him from now on. So how could he even have time for a baby?

 I made contact with his eyes, laying the magazine on the table in front of me. Rami looked at me expectantly, his face turned to seriousness in one second. I also could notice a little bit of insecurity in his beautiful green eyes, but I didn’t know what he was so afraid of.  “Can you tell me that again, baby?” I asked him, and moved closer to him to close the gap that was between us. I took his hands in mine and felt that they were trembling slightly. With I smile on my face, I tried to calm down the man who was also my husband for two years.

“I want to have a baby, (Y/N).” Rami repeated, avoiding my gaze as it was something to be ashamed of which of course was totally nonsense. I forced him to look at me in the eyes by lifting up his chin. “What changed your mind so rapidly, Rami?” I questioned. A few months ago, an interviewer asked if children were a part of his plans in the future but Rami turned it off by telling he wasn’t in a hurry. And I couldn’t blame him for saying that because I wanted him to concentrate on his job first.

I wanted to have kids, yes, I wanted to be a mother so bad. Only the thought of a baby who resembled Rami made tingles spreading in my whole  body. To carry his child was something to be proud of next to being his wife. My life already changed with entering Rami’s life but having our own baby would be a new adventure and I was sure of it.

Rami cleared his throat. “I know I said I wasn’t in a rush for children but… I think I’m ready for being a father. I mean, you remember the last week when we went to visit Sami and his wife?” I nodded with my head, not very sure what he was implying to. “I saw the sparkle in your eyes as you saw their daughter again and how you took care of her. I remember how you looked like when we returned back home, you tried to hide it but I saw the sadness in your eyes and the longing for our own children.”

I kept listening to him without any interruptions. I tried hard not to burst into tears and took a deep breath in. “After that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you being pregnant with our own baby. How you would touch your belly only to assure yourself that our baby was still in there, how you would talk and sing to him or her, how we would set up its nursery and even go to buy baby supplies. I want it, I want all that now.” Rami looked at me with utter conviction, squeezing my hand lightly. “I want to experience morning sickness with you, I want to hold your hair back when you throw up into our toilet, I want to experience the joy and happiness in your eyes as you show me the positive pregnancy test, I’d love to see your baby bump growing every day, and hell I even want to experience you complaining about everything, back pain, headaches, no matter what. Please, let’s make a baby.”

The tears I tried to hold back in vain ran down my cheeks. A huge smile appeared on my face and leaned closer to his forehead. “What about your career?” I sniffled. “I mean, will you even have time to raise a child?”

“Don’t worry about that, (Y/N). I promise I’ll be there for you and for our baby. Nothing is more important to me than you and our family.”

“If that’s so, than I’m ready to try.” I breathed against his lips.

“Now?” Rami asked.

“Please.” I murmured before a captured my lips with his to a heated kiss. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to our bed room where tried to create a new life, made of passion and love.


“Shit, I can’t wait anymore!” I whined, waiting for a result of the pregnancy test. “Why is it taking so long?”

Jasmine, Rami’s sister and my best friend besides being my sister-in-law, was there to support me. I missed my period for a long time and was confronted with nausea every morning. I was suspicious about a pregnancy but I didn’t want to look forward to it too much. Maybe I was wrong and the pregnancy test was negative. Who knew?

“Patience, (Y/N). “ Jasmine said and stroked my arm soothingly. “A few more minutes and it’ll be done.” I closed my eyes and sighed. Patience was not one of my strengths and especially now I was going to freak out.

And then I heard the little sound that saved me. “Okay.” Jasmine said. “Are you ready to have a look?”

“I’m afraid to be honest. What if it’s negative?”

“You’ll only find out if you look at it.” Jasmine answered.

I nodded my head, taking the test between my fingers. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. And as finally took a look, my eyes were filled with tears abruptly.

“Positive.” I whispered and felt my sister-in-law’s arms welcoming me into an embrace.

“Congratulations, (Y/N)!” She called, her eyes filling with tears as well and she began to laugh in joy. “You’ll be a mother! And I’m going to be an aunt! God, I’m so proud of you!”

We stood there for a while, crying and laughing and making plans for the future.

“We need to tell the others.” Jasmine said. “What about a dinner?” I agreed and we called my parents and the Malek family to join us tonight and to celebrate the big news.


In the evening, everybody was gathered at the dining table. “May I have your attention, please?” I questioned. Everybody was looking at me. “First of all, I want to thank you for coming tonight. This really means a lot to me even though nobody knows what’s going on.” I earned some laughter. I turned to my husband.

“Rami, I have something for you.” I said, handing him a little box that I decorated with a little baby shoes, the pregnancy test and a little card, labeled with “For daddy”.

A confused expression appeared on his face as he took the box out of my hand.

“What’s that for?” he asked, laughing insecurely. Everybody stared at him and the box, wondering what was in there. And finally, Rami opened the box and his body froze for a second, his eyes were wide open, also his jaw dropped open.

“What’s the matter, son?” His dad asked as he saw Rami losing the color in his face for a second.

“Positive.” Rami mumbled as a response. “The test… it’s positive.” Then he made eye contact with everyone. “I-I’m going to be a dad.” Everyone stood silent for a moment, speechless. I turned to my parents and I saw my mom crying and smiling at me.

“We’ll have a baby…” Rami rambled. “I’ll be a dad. We made a baby. Our baby. We… We’re going to be parents. “  He got up instantly from his seat and wrapped his arms around me. Right then, everyone cheered and applauded, sending their congratulations.

“We’re going to have a baby, aren’t we?” Rami asked me. I responded with a kiss. “Yes, we’re going to be parents.”

“I love so much you, (Y/N).”  He kissed me again.

“I love you so much more.”


-Nine months later-

“Rami Said Malek! Tell your son he should stop kicking!” I whined. I was very close to my due date and the baby inside me had been more active than before. The closer we got the more I became nervous. I was afraid to be honest. I knew I was going to be confronted with lots of pain but it would be worth it. As soon as I held my baby in my hands, everything would be fine.

Rami joined me on the couch, wrapping his arms around my belly, stroking it. “Hey buddy!” He cooed. “Stop hurting mummy, please. She had a very hard day today.” I leaned my back against his chest, closing my eyes. I was very exhausted and tired and I was aware that I was facing more sleepless nights and exhaustion. Pregnancy was no fun. Nothing at all.

“Is it that what you have imagined?” I asked. I felt him nodding his head and resting his head on my shoulder.

“The last nine months have been the best I’ve ever had no matter how hard they were. They always will be special to me and I see more wonderful years ahead us. With you and me and our little one here.” He said, caressing my belly again. Suddenly, my baby kicked against me stomach, making his daddy smile. “I can’t wait to meet him.” He told me.

“I can’t wait to see him too.” I agreed.


“Congratulations, you have a healthy, strong boy.” The doctor wished us as he handed my son over to me. Rami, who stood next to me, looked at the little infant with admiration and adoration in his eyes. Finally, our bundle of love was there!

“Hey, there.” I whispered to my baby. “Welcome to the world.” I earned a little yawn of my new born son and he wrapped his tiny little fingers around my pointer finger. I turned to Rami, whose eyes were red from crying and he gave me a kiss on my lips.

“I’m proud of you.” He whispered into my ear. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I said. “Here, hold him.” He took our son carefully out of my arms and kissed his soft cheeks.

“Hi baby, I’m your daddy. And I’m going to take very good care of you, I promise.”

I wanted to cry myself as I saw how my husband was interacting with our son. I thanked god for giving me the perfect soul mate for life and a wonderful little child.

“He has your eyes and your nose.” Rami claimed. I offered him a smile.

“He looks exactly like you. “ I said. Like his father, our son had little curls on his head. “He’s going to be handsome as his father.”

“I can’t wait to take him home.” Rami admitted. “I’m looking forward for our future, baby.” He came closer to me and sat down on my bed. “What do we call him?”

“David.” I answered. “Only if you’re okay with that.”

“David is fine with me.” He weighed our baby back and forth.

“David, you made our family complete.”

  • me: *plans story in head*
  • me: *knows every single plot twist to happen*
  • me: *plans update schedule and chapter lengths*
  • me: *knows what the five sequels will be about*
  • me: *writes down first sentence*
  • me: shit I give up
Where You Belong

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 1742

Characters: Carlisle x reader, other characters in background

Warnings: Mentions of fighting and death, angsty

Summary: You see something which makes you leave your family.

Later, you would be grateful that you were alone when the vision hit.

You were already on your way to the room you and Carlisle shared when you felt it coming. If you still had a heartbeat, you would have compared it to blood rushing to your head. The floor seemed to shudder beneath you. Your eyes wouldn’t focus.

It took all your concentration to make it into the room and lock the door behind you before you collapsed onto the bed.

When you could see again, you were on the mountain above the field where you and your family played baseball. Everything was quiet, like it always was in your visions. There was snow on the ground- so it would be a few weeks at least before whatever you were seeing came to pass.

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First time in Paris (Rami Malek x Reader)

Warnings: Slight sexual content

Summary:  Rami and Reader are invited to the Dior Homme show in Paris. After dinner they go back to their hotel where they share their first time of love.

A/N: Listen to “Touch” or “Your Love” by Little Mix while you’re reading this! That’s what I did during my writing process. Enjoy!

Soft breaths on your neck woke you up early in the morning in Paris. You slowly opened your eyes and were greeted with bright sunrays that shone through the curtains of your hotel suite and illuminated the whole room with light. You wanted to sit up however two strong arms held you back from your intention. A smile crept its way on your lips as you turned your head towards the man who lied under the white sheets right next to you. Turning your body completely to his direction, you placed one hand on Rami’s cheek and caressed it gently.

He still slept peacefully with his lips slightly open. A wave of happiness rushed through your body as you remembered the actions from last night. Even though you felt a slight discomfort in your lower area now, it was still worth your decision. Not only did he experience you in your most vulnerable state but you also him. Last night, you have been so close to each other like you’ve never been before. Your bodies were connected for the first time and it was a very special moment that you two shared.

‘I had my first time in Paris’ You thought smiling. The city of love.


The reason why you were in France was because Rami had been invited to the Dior Homme show in Paris. He was the new face of Dior Homme S/S 2017 campaign. The show took place at Grande Palais and it was a big honor for you attending the show with him. Rami introduced to several famous celebrities who were also there.

The whole event was very successful and you had lots of fun watching at those new designs and new clothes. After the show, you went to the party that was hosted by Dior including dinner and stuff. You wore a knee-high tight red dress that outlined your curves perfectly with black high heels.

“You’re gonna catch every man’s attention like this.” Rami mumbled into your ear with a low voice. You shrugged your shoulders and told him that you wouldn’t care a bit about them.

“You’re gonna catch all those women’s attention by the way you look.” You told him laughing. He looked absolutely handsome in his black suit. He always looked good in suits. Suits fit to him perfectly.

The dinner was awesome and the party was legendary. You and Rami were not separated from each other for a second. Rami made sure that others had not the intention to hit on you and kept you very close to him. That cute and protective boyfriend of yours. You danced, laughed and talked with other people and even made new friendships. You had a good time and would be sad about that day coming to an end.

Rami took your hand after a while. “C’mon, let’s head back to the hotel.” He knew you were becoming kind of tired and he also wanted to spend some alone time with you.

You made your way to the limo and Rami told the driver to drop you off at the hotel, giving him the address.  “How are you feeling?” Rami asked you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’m fine.” You said truthfully. “I had so much fun. Can you take me to more events in the future?”

Rami chuckled and gave you a peck on your forehead. “Everything for my girl.”

When you arrived at the hotel, Rami asked you to go ahead and that he would come after he had to deal with some things. You were wondering what he had to do but listened to him. He gave you the key card for the suite and you left.

The first thing you did after unlocking the door and entering the big room was to take off your heels. You took place on the giant couch, massaging your aching feet and making yourself comfortable.

A knock on the door disturbed your relaxation and you stood up to open it. You were greeted by Rami with a bunch of roses and a big bottle of champagne in his hands. A cheeky smile appeared on his lips and he gave you the roses, the entered the suite.

With slight rosy cheeks, you turned over to him. “What’s that for, Rami?” You laughed. Meanwhile, Rami opened the bottle and poured some champagne into two glasses.

 “Why? Can’t I just buy roses for my beautiful girlfriend and drink some champagne with her?” He took off his jacket and you placed the bouquet onto the living room table.

“I was just wondering.” You answered. Rami took the two glasses and came over to you. He gave you a kiss on your lips before he handed you over one glass.

“I had a wonderful day, baby. Thanks for joining me.”

“Thanks for inviting me. “You said, then clinking glasses.  

You didn’t know clearly what happened after but suddenly you found yourself on the huge bed with Rami’s hands all over your body. He kissed your neck roughly while his hands traced down your belly to your legs.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked softly. It was the first time for both of you and he wanted it to be perfect. He didn’t want to push you into something you would regret after. He would wait no matter how long it would take. But you nodded your head in agreement, totally lost for words because pleasure took control over your entire body. You craved for his love, for his closeness. You wanted to feel him completely. You were ready for this, for him and trusted him enough to let it happen.

“Please, Rami,” You sighed. “Make love to me.”

Your heartbeat increased as he began to take off your clothes and you felt like it was going to burst in your chest. You felt so many mixed emotions in that moment. Happiness, love, excitement, nervousness. Everything at once.  

Rami took off his clothes as well but kept his boxers on. He didn’t want to scare you off and wanted to make sure that you decision was clear. He asked you again and your answer would be the same. Then, you two were completely exposed to each other and explored your bodies by caressing and touching.

“I love you.” Rami mumbled against your lips, as he slowly and carefully slid into you and began to make sweet and passionate love to you. Your body fit perfectly as if they were made for each other like puzzles. Hands intertwined and sweet sounds of pleasure escaping your lips, you let him take your virginity. Rami always asked if you were okay and if he hurt you but you shook your head, assuring him that you were fine.

When you reached your highs, you ended up cuddling together and you felt your eyes becoming heavier. Sleep washed over you and you closed your eyes, drifting to a peaceful slumber.


“Hey.” A raspy morning voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Good morning.” You replied, giving him a kiss on his lips. He pressed himself closer to your body.

“How are you feeling?”  He asked.

“I’m good.” You laughed. “Very very good.” Rami offered you a laugh.

“I’m glad to hear that.” You two lied a little more in your bed, talking about last night and how you enjoyed your first time. You didn’t feel embarrassed at all talking about it. Rami asked you what you wanted to do, because you had the whole day to explore Paris until you would catch the plane the next day.

“What about visiting the Eiffel Tower?” You suggested.

“I’m absolutely fine with that.”