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The Red Witch
Jasper Hale x Reader Part 7
A/N: Part 7 is here lovelies! So sorry it took a while to post it but I have been really busy with work and haven’t been feeling like myself lately. But I do hope everyone is doing absolutely wonderful! 💕 You all are extremely beautiful and I wish you all the happiness! 💕💕💕 Also if you want to be in the tag list or I accidentally left you out please let me know! 💕💕💕
Summary: Imagine being an immortal witch from the Middle Ages and being the previous love of Jasper before he was turned. You two were separated under certain circumstances and cross each other’s path once again, years later in the present era.
You were in the dressing room of the local opera house, standing in front of the elaborate golden mirror as your assistant helped you with your corset, pulling on the laces to tighten it around your waist.
“Will you be fine miss?”
Her voice brought you out of your daze as you looked at her through the reflection. “Hm? Pardon?”
“Will you be able to sing miss? With the corset I mean.”
“Oh I’ll be quite alright.” You smiled at her. “It’s all in the diaphragm anyways. And with the correct fit, it’s not as uncomfortable as one might think.”
“Sorry miss. Was just curious that’s all.”
“Oh no you’re fine. Nothing wrong with being curious.”
After she was done lacing your corset, she helped you get into your costume and fixed your hair, adding a crown to your head for a finishing touch. You were in fact, playing lady Macbeth. You looked over yourself in the mirror, running your fingers through the rich deep red velvet fabric of your medieval gown with embroidered trim, before resting your palm on the hilt of the delicate dagger that was held by the intricate gold belt that sat at your hips.
Strangely, wearing this attire made you miss the era. You missed the people you grew close to, the valiant knights, the good-natured merchants and cooks who were always delighted to have you in their shop, as well as the locals and children from the nearest village who were always joyful upon you visiting them. You missed the free flowing dresses, the cheerful music and the village dances, and you missed your sword and your horse, which you rode into battle with many times. And though you grew up within the walls of your father’s castle, you missed the architecture and the land it sat on. The tall intimidating mountains and hills, the racing rivers that ran through the thicket of trees, the moss, the serene lake with the small waterfall that you loved to dip your toes in. You missed the green landscape, and the fog that covered it like a cool thin blanket.
“There you go miss.”
“Thank you very kindly.” You thanked her with a warm smile.
“Oh it’s no problem at all. Though I must say. You’ve been lost in thought. Is everything alright?”
“Yes, thank you for your concern. I’m quite alright.” You gave her another smile, resting a gloved hand on her shoulder before handing her some extra money in gratitude.
You exited the dressing room, ending up by the side of the stage as you hid behind the curtain, waiting for your cue. You closed your eyes, controlled your breathing and ran through your lines in your head. And when it came for you to make your appearance, you straightened up, putting on the face of Lady Macbeth and becoming a different person entirely, and glided onto the main stage where there sat hundreds of people before you with their eyes fixed solely on you. You gulped as you looked them over, their faces illuminated by the lit candles as they all anticipated your next move. You scanned your cold eyes over them with a slight scowl as Lady Macbeth would have done, and for a moment, you felt as if you were channeling more of your father than the Shakespearian villain herself. Briefly searching the audience, you found your dear friend Charlotte and Ernest sitting at the box seat, with Charlotte looking down at you with a ginormous grin before your gaze landed on the blonde near the front. Jasper. So he really did show up.
You tore your eyes away from his green ones as you cleared your throat, raising your arms before belting out into the song. Your voice echoed through the opera house like a phantom, sending chills down everyone’s spines, haunting but beautiful. Throughout the performance, the audience shared the emotions you poured out through your voice and character. They felt your pain, your anger, your fear, and your remorse. And all the while, Jasper sat transfixed with complete admiration and awe as you brought the literary character to life in a believable display while managing to emit such a reaction from your peers.
And when the show ended, you held hands with your fellow crew and bowed while the audience cheered, applauded and threw roses onto the stage. You smiled one last time as the curtains shut before you, blocking out the lit candles and the faces of the people you had connected with for just one night. You thanked each and every one of the crew for letting you be a part of their production before making your way back to the dressing room where Charlotte stood waiting.
“Charlotte?” You were surprised to see her backstage. “What on earth are you doing here?”
“Well I just had to see you! I nearly had to sell my leg to back here you know. The security are extremely grim.”
“Oh?” You smirked. “What did you do? Convince them to let you sell your liver instead?”
“Oh hush.” She playfully smacked you.
You stepped into your dressing room with Charlotte and quickly changed back into your walking attire, a fairly simple cream colored floral gown. You were more than ready to get out and grab something to eat, all that singing had made you quite hungry. You sat at the vanity, putting your hair in a simple updo before buttoning up your ginger colored coat that had an amber velvet collar. You grabbed your bonnet and set it on your head before setting out with your arm linked with Charlotte.
It was nearly dark out and Ernest was already waiting for you two near the entrance. He politely complimented you on your performance before sharing a kiss with Charlotte and linking his arm with hers while yours were now left alone to yourself. And at that moment you slightly envied your friend. Her innocence, her freedom to hold whoever she wanted, and her happiness, these were all things you did not have. And as you exited the building, trailing close behind Ernest and Charlotte with your mind lost in your thoughts and the emptiness around you, you almost did not notice the man you nearly ran into. Your feet skid to a stop and a startled gasp escaped your lips as you clutched the collar of your coat, realizing how you nearly rammed your head into someone else’s chest like a bull in rage.
You looked up at the person you almost knocked over and widened your eyes in embarrassment. “Jasper!”
“Is there a reason you’re always running into me?” He smirked with his hands behind his back.
“Following me again now are we?” You gathered yourself as you held up your chin. “I strictly remember myself telling you it was rude.”
“That you did.” Jasper nodded. “Then again, your friend Charlotte did insist that I come see your grand performance.”
“That she did.” You turned your head away, searching for your friend only to see her standing off a couple feet away with Ernest, giggling at you like a gossiping child.
Curse you Charlotte Griffiths.
“You were magnificent by the way.”
“Huh?” You glanced up at him as you just realized what he said before letting out a nervous laugh. “I’m quite positive my knees were shaking, now I wouldn’t call that magnificent.”
“Well if they were shaking, as you say, I and most certainly everyone in there did not notice. So therefore, I think you were more than magnificent, transcendent even.”
“Oh uh…….thank you.” A heat rose to your cheeks from his compliment. You almost never heard a man sincerely compliment you on your talent, most of them were plain vulgar.
“These are for you by the way.” He pulled his arms from behind his back to reveal to you what you least expected, a bouquet of flowers.
You gasped again, but this time in surprise as you gently took the bouquet from his hands, stroking the delicate petals with your fingers as your lips curled into a smile. “Forget-Me-Knots.”
“I figured you’d like them.”
“When I was just a little girl, my mother and I would run into the meadows and we’d always have a competition on who could fill their basket with the most flowers. These were our favorites. How did you know?”
“I saw them in your bonnet the day I first saw you. And well, let’s just say, since that day, I don’t want to forget you.”
You held your breath at his words, your face was hot and you felt yourself slightly tremble with this unknown fear and uncertainty that was yet almost hopeful and comforting. You were terrified to look into his eyes, scared of what you might see in them. But despite that, you still glanced up to meet them with your own. But what you saw was unlike the other men you’ve come across, you were met with the eyes of someone who appreciated you, adored you. And in that moment, the smile that formed on your lips was not forced and filled with the contradictory, nor was it half of the expression of content to hide the emptiness you were feeling. No, this time time, your smile was genuine and your eyes shone with it.
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i just saw a text post talking abt how this user often forgets they have 8th graders and freshmen following them and uh idk if i have any young teens in my followers but just
speaking as someone who was already in this fandom when i was also a young teen i dont know if i can accurately describe how much the landscape has changed…. but i can tell you that it felt like a safe space to escape into and enjoy the story and the characters of twilight, especially bc when outside of that space, we were mocked and ridiculed and turned into a joke. to this day i hesitate mentioning twilight unless i’m certain that it won’t be received with disdain bc yknow. the lowkey trauma!
and i don’t want to give any specific examples but it feels like that safe space has changed, bc the fandom itself has pivoted into a place of mockery and contempt that frankly makes me doubt whether some ppl actually derive joy from consuming this content?? and idk yeah it’s just confusing!!!!
i guess what i’m trying to say is… if you are a young person who enjoys twilight who has ever been made to feel guilty or “”cringe”” for liking it, i would like to tell you that you are awesome and you should keep enjoying what you enjoy. i’m not saying ignore the valid criticisms against the established canon world bc you absolutely shouldnt, but if you still enjoy canon, that’s fine too!!!!!!! just be aware of it, and then reject those ideas and try to educate others going forward. no piece of media you find will ever be completely unproblematic and uncringe anyway. so whether youre a cullen fan or a wolf pack fan or you have the hots for the volturi…. or the nomads or the other covens or even the humans…you are valid!!!!! go forth and spread love, my darlings
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Twilight x Gordon Ramsey
If I went to visit my vampire boyfriend’s vampire family for the first time and my vampire boyfriend’s vampire mother cooked for me but my vampire boyfriend cut me off before I could convey my gratitude and chow down on some hella Italian food. I would simply tell him to shut the fuck up and ask him what the fuck he even knows about food or eating or how full I am, thank you so much for cooking Esme! I would love to eat a plate of pasta! AND I’ll take the leftovers home!
Like, rip to Bella, but I’m different.
me watching esme fix me another plate of that bomb ass spaghetti:
How Bella actually knew the cell cycle
It was the first time Edward had said that word since it was officially true; he seemed like he would explode with satisfaction saying it now. The Denalis all laughed lightly in response. “Tanya, this is my Bella.”