Are any fic writers doing any Jasper Hale x reader imagines?
Ya girl needs some new Jaspy content and my imagination is all used up trying to write my own.
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Oooh could you do Alice seeing jasper shirtless for the first time and jasper being insecure about his scars but fluff/comfort makes everything better🙃😇😇
It’s short but it’s cute! I ended up making it a follow up of chapter 5 on my fic The First Rain, cause I thought it would be sweet. But you can definitely read it without reading the fanfic. I hope you enjoy it!
The sun rose lazily that morning, with fog in that cloudy Philadelphia making its light faintly invade the room where the two figures crawled the couch, cuddled and bare. The previous night had been a haze of emotions and superb lovemaking, and the aurora surfaced the madness they had turned the home. Obviously, they hadn't slept, nor they needed to. Still, Alice had a habit of shutting her eyes sometimes while her visions meddled her brain. It felt like sleeping, lounging in the comfort of what her future with Jasper held.
It always amazed Jasper how many human customs Alice had, especially considering her shortage of information about her own human life. When he observed her closing her eyes just before dawn, he didn't foresee the carrousel of emotions arising from her. Was she napping? How?
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What if Jasper asked Maria to "witness" in Breaking Dawn?
I know it's unlikely but let me dream.
- Maria is not surprised when her once favorite shows up, asking for her help. She knew it would happen eventually.
- "Maria, I would not ask for your help if there were any other choice" Jasper tells her. He's come alone surprisingly. Maria wanted to meet the tiny thing that had transfixed her solider.
- "Why would I help after you broke my heart, leaving without a word?" She knows he can pick up what she feels and let's him feel the anger she had once felt.
- Jasper explains his coven, his "family", is in trouble for something no one could have foreseen. He tells her about the child.
- Maria does not believe him at first. Of all the impossibly possible things in the world he expects her to believe a hybrid child exists? They created an immortal child (something even she wouldn't do) and wanted to cover it up. She waved him off.
- Jasper pleads with her. His family is everything to him, to his wife. His Alice. He begs her to at least see for herself. See the child and decide for herself.
- She asks if Peter will be there. Jasper freezes, he knows she knows he helped Peter escape. He knows how angry she was. He tells her he doesn't know yet. They haven't found the nomad yet.
- Maria agrees with a sigh. She even agrees to go alone. She knows the Volturi will be there. No reason in bringing any of her own army into such an unknown situation.
- She tells Jasper her one condition. If this is a trap or he had lied to her, he will not run or fight her when she comes for him. He agrees.
- Maria shows up last. Everyone is there and trying to form a plan. She can feel the tension miles away. She knows better than to walk right up to the door. Instead, she waits for them to come to her.
- Maria knows about Jasper's gifted "brother". She knows he can hear her thoughts from where she is. She replays Jasper asking for her help in her head and waits. Edward shows up first, flanked by Emmett and Rosalie.
- "Jasper would never ask for your help" Edward says. Maria can't help but laugh. "Wouldn't he? You saw it here," she taps her temple, "You're so desperate for help, why wouldn't he come to his maker?"
- Maria hears others joining them. She can hear the steady feet of her kind, heavy footfalls of something she thought had long since died out.
- The wolves surprise her. "Lobo..." She whispers seeing them lurking in the trees.
- "I've come to see the child." Maria knows she's outnumbered. She knows it would be unlikely they will let her go freely now.
- "Edward who is this?" A dark haired girl has come up behind the mindreader. Maria cocks her head and can't help her cat like smile.
- "You must be Bella," she says, "the one whose started all this trouble, no?"
- Bella nods. "She is Maria, Jasper's....maker." Edward tells her. Maria nods. "She claims he asked her for help, for Renesmee".
- Maria sighs. "I would not come all this way, leave my territory, if he had not. I would not endanger myself or my people for nothing". As she speaks, another wolf comes up behind the others. She can feel something different. The heartbeats of the wolves are nothing but echoes to her. Sour blood she will not drink. But there is another sound.
- The heartbeat she hears reminds her of the change. Right before the heart gives out and you become a vampire. And the blood is the sweetest.
- A small face peeks itself around the head of the wolf. The face is barely a child, a cherub. The girl looks no older than 7. It reminds her of another face she has long since forgotten. "You really did it."
- Maria can't keep her eyes off the child. She climbs off the wolf and up to her...parents. Maria can see it now. They heart shaped face and dark eyes of her mother. The auburn curls of her father. The heartbeat and flushed pink cheeks of a human.
- She hears them all whisper. They don't know what she will do, how she will react. Maria doesn't know either. Her eyes are locked on the child.
- The child steps closer, the wolf and her parents right behind. Maria kneels down to the child's height.
- "Are you a friend of Uncle Jasper?" The girl asks once close enough. Maria can't help the laugh that escapes her. "A friend of sorts. What is your name, niña?"
- "Renesmee." She says. Maria tries not to make a face. Surely her parents were not so unkind.
- "May I take your hand, Renesmee?" Maria offers her own. The others tense up but do not stop the girl from walking forward. When their hands touch, Maria feels the warmth of the sun. She feels softness she remembers from her human years. She feels the fluttering heartbeat of one alive.
- "Not an immortal child at all." She smiles. Renesmee smiles back. "You are fascinating, nañita." Maria stands, keeping her and Renesmee's hands together. "I will stand for her. My people will be left out of this, but you have my word. No harm will come to her if I can help it."
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re: Esme and Bella
Oops loveandaudrey and c-ompassionatesouls, I wrote a thing. I found it hard to sleep after hearing Rosalie’s story, and so I was already semi-awake when I heard a soft knock on the door. “Hello?” I muttered sleepily. “It’s me, dear,” Esme said softly. “I heard you tossing and turning. I brought you some chamomile tea, I thought it might help you sleep.” I sat up as Esme flicked on the light and forced a smile. “Thanks, that sounds great.” Esme handed me the warm mug and I took a long sip. She watched me a moment. “I hope Rosalie didn’t frighten you.” “No, it was … it was good, I think, to get that all out in the open. I don’t think we’re friends yet, but I think we understand each other a bit better.” Esme laughed lightly. “Rose can be a little … intense. But she really does have a good heart underneath it all.” I took another sip of my tea, unsure of what to say to that. I was seeing Rosalie in a new light, but I still didn’t know her that well. Although truth be told, I didn’t know Esme that well either. I suddenly felt guilty—Esme had been nothing but welcoming and gracious to me, and yet I didn’t know much of anything about her, other than that she loved architecture and design and had lost a baby. “Can I ask you something?”
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No, Renesmee
In which Esme and Carlisle set some boundaries so maybe she won’t become a spoiled little monster.
“Renesmee Carlie Cullen! Did you just bite Jacob?” The little hybrid looked up from her imprinter’s arm to stare at her vampire ‘grandmother’ in surprise. Renesmee dantily wiped her chin as Jacob’s wound instantly healed.
“Don’t worry about it, Esme,” Jacob said with a laugh, holding up his arm. “See? Better already.” “That is not the point. Renesmee, it is not okay for you to bite anyone, I don’t care if he heals right away.” “Daddy said he didn’t mind if I bit Jacob,” Nessie said, genuninely confused. To prove her point, she pranced gracefully across the room to press her hand to Esme’s cheek, replaying the memory. “Well, then I will have to speak with your father, and your Aunt Rosalie, too. They should not be encouraging this behavior.”
Renesmee pressed her hand to Esme’s face again. I’m thirsty.
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Grandpa Cullen
“Um, there’s some old dude pacing in the hallway outside your office.” Carlisle glanced up from the medical journal he was reviewing. “What?” He listened carefully—no footsteps, no heartbeat. “I’m serious,“ Emmett said, “come take a look.” Carlisle rose from his chair and Edward and Esme followed, preparing themselves for some sort of ridiculous Emmett-style prank. They were shocked when there was indeed an old man in the hallway. The figure glared at Carlisle a moment before finally speaking. “How do you even manage to have this,” he gestured to the cross, “in your possession, blood-drinker?”
“It is nice to see you again too, Father. How have you been?”
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Aro meets Carlisle
“You look troubled, young friend.”
He turned around quickly as the elder vampire practically floated toward him, coming to a stop a few feet in front of the bewildered young man. “Would you prefer to converse in your mother tongue?” he asked in an indulgent tone, rather as if he were speaking to a child.
“No thank you,” the stranger answered, a slight English accent coloring his speech. “I enjoy practicing my Italian.”
The cloaked figure smiled in approval. “Very well. As I said, you look troubled. What is on your mind?”
“To be perfectly honest, I am trying to determine whether I am a guest or a prisoner.”
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What do you think about Cullens' Halloween? ;) Short fanfic or something, pls? :)
“That’s it, you two gotta go.”Edward and Bella looked up to see Alice, wearing a deep purple witch’s hat, standing suddenly in front of them. She had her hands on her hips and regarded them sternly, tossing Carlisle an exasperated look over her shoulder when her brother and his new wife didn’t immediately obey her. “Alice, we’re not going anywhere,” Edward said while Bella burrowed deeper into their embrace as they sat together on the couch. Carlisle pretended to be thoroughly absorbed in his reading so that he would not be called upon to mediate. Jasper, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, smirked as he watched the scene. Alice reached for Edward’s arm and pulled hard with an oddly delicate grunt. “You gotta go.”“Mind telling us why?” Bella asked. “Because if someone comes to our house trick-or-treating and sees the fabulous new vampire you we’re going to have a lot of explaining to do! You don’t exactly look like you did at the wedding! It’s a good thing Nessie is trick-or-treating in La Push with Jake and Charlie.”
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Hii! I love your blog, is amazing!
I been reading your drabbles and fixed for you stories and i really like you writing.
I was wondering if you had one of Rosalie and Edward sibling relationship? I find their relationship so interesting and with so much potential.
I wrote this like JUST before MS came out and kind of ruined it, but I’ll share it now away.
“You are being incredibly rude to Carlisle.”
“Good,” Rosalie said. “That's the idea.”
“I know this life is not one you would have chosen,” Edward said. He certainly had his own inner conflicts about it, but he could not abide Rosalie’s treatment of Carlisle. If only she could see the perfect sincerity of his mind! His good, however misguided, intentions! “But it's better than being dead, surely.”
“Says you,” she spat back. “After what happened to me? I was ready to die. So forgive me if I'm not filled with gratitude to your daddy for ‘saving’ me.”
“You say that now,” he said quietly, “but you don't know what the future holds.” He was surprised at himself. He was never much of an optimist. Perhaps Carlisle’s influence was having an effect after all.
“Spending eternity pretending to be your sister? Lucky, lucky me.”
“I imagine being my sister is no walk in the park, I admit. But is it so terrible to be Esme’s daughter?”
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Humbled
Because you know Edward has given Carlisle, Jasper and Emmett shit over the years for not being able to figure out what their wives want. I’m pretty sure the three of them would find it hilarious that Edward falls in love with the one woman whose mind he could not read. This is set in the middle of Twilight. “What should I do?” Carlisle regarded me patiently, his eyes amber pools of wisdom. “I can’t tell you that.” “No, please,” I said, leaning forward with my hands clasped in supplication. “I am at a loss–” “Edward, you are more than capable of handling this situation on your own,” he said, turning to place a book on one of his shelves. “And if I recall, you made quite a point of not assisting me when I was engaged in my own romantic drama.”
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Bella and the Newborns
Newborn Bella ran through the forest in a silk cocktail dress, laughing as the wind blew her shiny, dark brown hair behind her. Being a vampire was awesome. She was strong, and beautiful; she had an amazing daughter, she got to keep Charlie in her life, Jacob was still her friend, she and Edward had mind-blowing sex in the cottage her in-laws had given her for her birthday, and she had incredible self-control… It was a dream come true. A fairy tale. She didn’t mind when the forest grew dark—the result of a sudden storm—and she realized she did not recognize it anymore. She could use her amazing vampire senses to find her way back home. The sudden bolt of lightning surprised her, but did not frighten her. Nothing could hurt her now. It was then she caught the scent of another vampire. A defensive growl rumbled in her throat, although she knew she could defeat any foe—she had made the Volturi turn their tails and go home after all. She realized it was Carlisle’s scent and followed it. She found him sitting on the forest floor. His clothing was filthy and horribly old-fashioned and his normally tidy hair a mess. The Zen-like calm with which he always carried himself was also notably absent. “Carlisle?” He looked up, his eyes bright, brilliant, newborn red.
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Forks, Washington. August 2004.
Esme and Carlisle stood in the middle of their grand living room, waiting for their five vampire children to arrive. Alice arrived first—prompt as usual. She settled herself gracefully onto the tufted sofa Esme had recently acquired, only to be immediately jostled by Emmett who heaved himself onto the cushions. A breath caught in Esme’s throat—she had lost many pieces from her beloved collection by that action—but it looked like this one was still in one piece. For the moment. Jasper took Edward’s normal spot in the only armchair, forcing Edward to wedge himself between Alice and Emmett.
“What?” Rosalie grumbled as she perched on the armrest of the couch beside Emmett, “Are we having another one of those How to Respect the Telepath in Your Life meetings again?”
“No,” Edward answered, fully aware of the intent of this meeting since it hatched in Carlisle’s mind two days prior. “But there’s never a bad time to bring that up. Christ, Emmett, if you’re going to have a song stuck in your head for over seventy-two hours, the least you can do is learn the correct lyrics.”
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Anonymous asked:
hc : rose and edward were left alone at home bec carlisme and esme went on a date night. They talked about rose killing her rapists and edward’s rebellion where he killed abusers,murderers etc.
Rosalie picked the next framed photo up, smiling just slightly. Carlisle and Esme’s love was something out of a fairytale. It was something to strive for. It gave her hope that she would find something like that one day.
“Why aren’t you in this photo?” Rosalie asked, turning to look at Edward who was lounging on the sofa with a book.
Edward lifted his eyes from the page. He eyed the photo for a moment. “I wasn’t living with Carlisle and Esme at the time.”
“You weren’t living with them? Why?”
Edward closed his book and sat up on the sofa. “I left for a few years. I was fed up with Carlisle’s way of living. I felt as though he forced it upon Esme and I. She’d never leave him, of course, but I- I wanted to live as vampires are supposed to.”
Rosalie took a seat in the armchair across from him. “You fed on humans?”
“I did.” He told her, his lip quirking just slightly. “For years. It was own period of rebellion.”
“What was it like?”
“More appetizing than deer.”
Rosalie nodded, watching Edward curiously. “How did you decide?”
“My gift- it makes human interaction rather difficult at times. That was another reason I left. I was tired of hearing the vile thoughts of certain humans.”
“You only fed on bad people?”
“The scum of the earth. I figured I was doing the world a favor.”
Rosalie was quiet for a moment. “I felt the same way.”
“What you did was a service. Rochester should raise a monument to you.”
She laughed and sat back.
“You didn’t feed on them, though.”
“I couldn’t.” Rosalie murmured as she crossed her legs casually. “They made me sick. I didn’t want their tainted blood.”
Edward nodded in understanding. “There was only one human I refused to feed from. My very first victim.”
“What made him different?”
“He was Esme’s ex-husband.”
Rosalie looked at him in surprise. She’d heard Esme’s story, had heard the details of how she’d suffered at that man’s hands as the older vampire had comforted her after her change. “You killed him?”
Edward nodded. “It’s one thing to hear Esme tell her story but to hear her thoughts…especially during her early days with us…” He shook his head slightly, his jaw clenched. “That monster deserved everything I did to him.”
“I wish I had been around at that point. I would have helped.”
Edward chuckled ruefully. “Charles being killed by a woman after spending his entire adult life mistreating them? The look on his face would have been priceless.”
Rosalie couldn’t help but smile slightly. It wasn’t often that she and Edward saw eye to eye. “Carlisle and Esme might not condone it but some people…they just don’t deserve to have their whole lives ahead of them. Royce didn’t deserve to live. Esme’s husband didn’t deserve to live.”
Edward nodded in agreement.
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The thief
“Santiago, be a dear and bring our new friend to the throne room. Make sure he is suitably dressed to stand in my brothers’ presence.”
Santiago bowed and disappeared from the room in a flash. There was no need for human pretense here. Aro clasped his hands together and glanced to the left and right at Marcus and Caius, to see if they were as interested in this aberration as he. Generally these vampires who stuck to the undergrounds had their reasons, and Aro was eager to uncover this one’s reasons. A companion punished due to sunlight exposure, perhaps? Or was he hiding from other vampires because he had committed some terrible infraction which he hoped to never have discovered? Aro glanced to Caius again, knowing such a revelation would please him. To Caius, every day was a lovely day for a dismemberment.
It was not long at all before Santiago returned leading the nomad, who was looking a bit more presentable than when he had first appeared in Volterra. His dark, stringy hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he was dressed in one of the gray robes of the lesser members of the guard. He still wore his curious belt, his collection of little stolen treasures cinched around his waist which marked him as something apart from a true member of the Volturi.
“Welcome, my friend! I hope your stay with us has been pleasant?“
The nomad’s mouth stayed firmly shut, his red eyes unblinking.
Aro rose from his throne and descended the steps, Renata wordlessly ghosting to stand with him, her fingers attached to his robe with a touch as light and as delicate as feathers. A precaution, of course, in case the cornered nomad grew physically violent.
The ancient vampire smiled benevolently and held out his hand. “Come, friend, there is nothing to fear! May I have your hand, please?”
The nomad stared back, although his eyes betrayed that he had understood the request; there was no confusion there, merely hesitance. As was Aro’s way, he merely reached out and took what he wanted, clasping both of his hands around the nomad’s in an iron grip.