okay this speech was epic and glorious and everything i’d want said to me, but did we ever consider how absolutely ridiculous this must have sounded to the many human adults in attendance?? 17-year-old boy finally ending his life-long endeavor to bear his soul to someone who uNDeRsTaNdS hIM??
are we ever going to talk about the fact that the ripped apart vampire pieces seem to still live on, seemingly to no end?? cause riley’s hand was totally crawling around after seth ripped it off in eclipse and now all I can think about is the cullens keeping riley’s hand around as a pet like thing from the addams family
@little-diable and I have come together to bring you the smut you never dreamed Edward Cullen capable of. A co-written three-part series, born from this short story, detailing the love affairs of Edward before Bella, because there are no 104-year-old virgins in this house.
Summary: Aro summoned Carlisle and Edward to Volterra when he’d heard of Edward’s extraordinary gifts. Aro surmised from Edward’s thoughts that beautiful brunettes were his weakness, and sent for Heidi, in hopes of luring Edward into the fold of the Volturi Guard.
Warnings: smut, 18+
A giddy smile was tugging on Heidi’s lips, still high on the adrenaline of killing that majestic brown bear. “You did wonderfully, I’m proud of you” Edward turned towards her, cupping her cheek as he ran his thumb along her lower lip, eyes switching between hers and her mouth, fighting against the will to connect their lips. “Edward” his name rolled oh so effortlessly off her tongue, arms slung around his neck, trying to pull him closer, “kiss me”.
Both had been by each other’s side for a few months by now, exploring Europe as they’d get to know one another, slowly but surely their feelings grew, binding them closer together with every passing day. They had settled in Paris; Edward enjoyed the culture, Heidi enjoyed the French - as cuisine. Though Edward still refused to hunt the proper way a vampire should, and so Heidi indulged him in his request to join him on a ‘vegetarian’ hunt through the mountains of Switzerland.
He froze for a moment, pondering over his next move, overthinking it like Edward would always do. He kissed her passionately and the feeling of her soft lips made his eyes flutter closed, hands grasping her sides as he pushed her against the nearest wall of their apartment.
I’ve teamed up with the love of my life @little-diable to bring you the smut you never dreamed Edward Cullen capable of. A co-written three-part series, born from this short story,detailing the love affairs of Edward before Bella, because there are no 104-year-old virgins in this house.
Summary: Edward sees Tanya in a new light, sparking a reaction neither was expecting.
Warnings: smut, 18+
Snow was falling from the sky, adding to the bone chilling cold that surrounded them. Teasingly, Tanya would pick up her pace as they’d comb through the Stefansson Sound, hunting in Alaska’s rough nature. Edward and Tanya often hunted alone together. Edward and the Cullens had been with the Denalis for a few years, and though he knew how Tanya felt for him, he was still comfortable enough with her to let his dead heart rest.
“Look”, Tanya pointed up, eyes focused on the auroras, watching them dance in the night sky. A smile tugged on her lips; she had always been entranced by them, in love with the different colours of that magical experience. Edward had seen the aurora borealis plenty of times in his long life, but this night, seeing them through Tanya’s thoughts, he felt something new. Edward couldn’t rip his eyes away from her, couldn’t stop himself from invading her carefree thoughts. The glimmer in her eyes was filled with childlike wonder.
Tanya turned to Edward to gauge his reaction to the colors, but found his eyes on her instead. If her heart could stop, it would have. Tanya had been into Edward from the first moment they’d met. She struggled to control the thoughts, constantly picturing his lips on hers or getting tangled together between the sheets; the slight hope always lingered in her chest, the hope that Edward would feel just the same. Though years had passed and the two had managed a friendship, Tanya never lost that hope, that desire.
@teamlesbianbella Happy Holidays, my dear! Not-So-Secret-Anymore Santa here, delivering your gift! I do hope it’s everything you were wishing for! I loved writing this for you and I hope it makes you all toasty-warm with Rosalie goodness. Honestly, I would do so much more writing for this… Let me know what you think :)
If my heart could be pounding, it would be. If my body could lift my feet with any more anxious haste, it would. The cold wind broke against my skin, the snowflakes only lingering in the fibers of my clothes. It was well below freezing; I was sure this blizzard would be record breaking. I hadn’t seen this much snow in New York State since I was a child. As we ran, I tried to remember the Christmases I’d spent with my human family. The faces of my mother, father, and brothers were fading from my memory. The pain I always felt when I thought of them flooded through me. It wasn’t a raging agony anymore; it was rather dull and nagging. My life, after all, was not entirely riddled with sadness. Though my human family would never be replaced in my heart, my new family loved me and I, them. New? Well, in the context of eternity, it was in the realm of ‘new.’
We had stopped once on this journey from British Columbia to New York as we crossed paths with a friend in Saskatchewan. It wasn’t my first introduction to Garrett, but Jasper was freshly engrossed with Garrett’s patriotism. And Garrett was more than eager to swap war stories. This was also Garrett’s first time meeting Alice, so our initial stumbling upended to an extended stall. I was bored within the first hour. Battle had never interested me and though I loved my Alice, the curio displays of her gifts to each old friend we encountered had become monotonous. It was no better than enduring the years of Carlisle and Esme fawning over Edward when we were still a small family. While they all talked animatedly around the fireplace of a vacant cabin, I read the paper I had grabbed as we walked through the town. The date was January 23rd, 1977.