#jasper fluff

- this man is definitely, definitely still very old school, very chivalrous and a western gentle man. Stuff like opening doors, kissing your hand and leading you on his arm is a must.

- This man loves showing and teaching you new things 100%. Oh you’ve never really played baseball?, hell show you exactly how to hold the bat and hit the ball with precision. Hell stand behind yo, his arms wrapped around your body, his hand pressing to to yours as Alice pitched the ball, it came at such speed and you were a little frightened, but he led the movements with ease.

- He definitely takes you to a ranch to show you how to ride a horse, western of course. You’re sitting in front of him on the sturdy leather saddle as he’s handing you the reigns, his ands moving to your waist instead. He’s giving you detailed instructions as he gives the horse a little nudge with his heel. He tells you to softly pull the leather straps in the direction you want to go and the horse follows, he’s definitely praising you every chance he gets.

- He definitely has a thing for keeping you close, always holding your hand, or resting or around your waist, he wont allow you out of his weight until he bids you good night at your window. By the way, he’s definitely no as creepy as Edward by watching you sleep. Jasper definitely respects your space and leaves the second you give him a kiss good night. Thats unless you ask him to stay, then he’ll gladly lay down with you, cuddling you close but making sure that you’re always covered with a blanket so that you wouldn’t freeze while laying in his arms.

- Jasper will show you his battle scars once he’s sure that you’re ready and of course you’re a little shocked, but at least now you know why he always wears long sleeves. He allows you to grace them with your soft warm fingers as you ask questions about them, of course he answers truthfully, having come to terms with them a long time ago. He even tells you about Maria and her army, but what he didn’t expect was that you’d start crying, big round tears rolling over your chest. He coos and takes you into his arms, comforting you and telling you that he’s alright all while you’re whining about the story being unfair and sad, he cant help but smile.

- He definitely introduced himself to your family as on as your relationship got serious, you couldn’t stop him from meeting your father and making himself known in your family. Unexpectedly, your father actually liked him, he could tell that he wasn’t just going to keep you round short term but that he’d planned his future around you, going as far as to ask your father for his approval of the relationship.

- Jasper definitely knows how to play the guitar, i mean, he’s a cowboy? Hell play anything and everything for you, in his room , at the beach, in school or anywhere you want. He’ll definitely attempt to teach you at least a few songs so that the two if you could duet, but he soon finds that you rather enjoy watching him instead of playing yourself, swaying softly to the tunes and humming along.

Summary: Jasper makes Y/n a promise he intends to keep forever.

Warnings: Tearing off limbs, violence, blood, knives, war, vampires

A/N: I’m aware it’s been a few weeks, school has kept me crazy busy, so enjoy this old writing piece I just found. 

Masterlist 60 years prior….

“I’ll protect you forever, for as long as you allow me.”

Those words kept flooding through my head as I listened to her grunts of pain. I’d meant to turn her long before, and if I had, she wouldn’t have been in that situation. 

Carlisle had promised that she’d be safe, yet when I came home, I found two vampires there with her. It was pretty clear to me why they were there. Maria. They’d been sent by Maria to torture me for defecting. 

In trying to break me, they found the one thing that I valued more than anything in my life. Y/n. I watched the knife drag across her arm again, in a different spot this time and she gasped. The entire time, she hadn’t screamed, despite how potent I could feel her pain was. 

I was struggling against the grip of a newborn vampire who was holding me back. It wasn’t the blood that drew me toward her, although it could be mistaken for bloodlust from how black my eyes were. No, I was fighting to reach her to protect her. 

Just when one of the vampires who was taken great pleasure in torturing her lifted the knife to her throat, the other Cullens joined in the fight. 

Present day….

That dreadful day crossed my mind as I saw two newborns holding my now wife, trying to physically pull her apart. I could see the cracks forming in her sleeveless arms. I knew I should focus on the enemy at hand, but I froze. 

Up until she flipped right into the air, tearing off their arms. It drew screams from them both. She moved onto one of them and separated their head from their body, I did the same with the other one once I pulled myself out of my temporary shock. 

Y/n must have seen the look on my face. And even in the midst of battle against the newborn army, she grasped my face in between her hands and looked into my eyes. Staring into her golden eyes, I found a kind of peace only she could bring me. 

“I’m okay, Jasper,” she assured me softly. “You’ll always protect me, right?” I nodded without hesitation, “if you keep that promise, I’ll make you one.” I waited, “I’ll always return to you, I swear it to you.” She moved my hair out of my eyes and kissed me, all teeth, I kissed back and pulled her closer. When our lips parted she looked into my eyes again and nodded before we separated to join the fight again. I trailed behind her through the entire battle, just to cover her from behind her and her sides. 

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Just a small drabble, enjoy my loved. xxx

“I’ll pick you up at 7. xxx”, Jasper had texted her a few hours ago, date night was something Jasper took very seriously. He tried his best, to let her experience everything she wanted to do, before she would turn to become his soulmate for eternity. 

Where Jason and Piper got together in the Blood of Olympus. Like just imagine that last scene where they’re grieving for Leo together, but then also end up confessing their feelings. Like imagine all the things we could’ve had....

Leo and Percy teasing Jason about his giant crush on Piper.

Jason’s [already canon] internal pining for Piper x1000

Piper worrying about Reyna but never vocalizing her feelings bc then she’d have to tell Jason how she feels about him

REAL DEVELOPMENT OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!!

Almost kissing during the Rome Birthday Picnic, but getting interrupted by Percy

The kiss before almost drowning in the Nymphaeum happens, but Piper doesn’t say anything because she thinks Jason doesn’t remember. And Jason thinks that Piper did it in the heat of the moment because she doesn’t mention it.

When Jason gets stabbed in BoO, Piper confesses to Leo that she doesn’t want him to die without knowing that she loves him.

Unbeknownst to Piper, Jason also tells Leo that he doesn’t want to die without telling Piper that he loves her.

During BoO, Jason excitedly hugs Piper after the final battle because he’s just so happy they’re both alive and they both look into each other’s eyes and just know.

After the battle with Gaea, they both avoid each other for a while because they both blame themselves for Leo’s death.

Finally, Jason misses his best friend and just needs to talk to someone who knew Leo like he did and then he takes Piper up to the roof and they have their moment :)

Just the sheer amount of sexual tension throughout the series bc everyone knows that Jason and Piper are in love except Jason and Piper.

Request from @purplezebra68: Hi. Could you write a super fluffy Jasper imagine placed on the Ark where he is the reader's best friend and is comforting her because her BF broke up with her, and with him being the adorable dork he is while reassuring her lets his feelings slip out and kisses her, then rambles an apology, but doesn't get to finish because she kisses him and tells him she also has feelings for him?

i just realized i don’t write alot of fluff and if that’s something i should do more please tell me!! also this is really short but this was something that was hard to stretch out :/

Word Count: 499

Your boyfriend of 8 months dumped you because he had feelings for someone else. You were completely heartbroken and devastated because he was your first love. You had honestly thought you would be with him forever, and when he revealed he didn’t love you anymore you were shocked. After he left your room, you started to sob. You just wanted him to turn around, take it back and hold you. Needing to be held, you put on a your jacket and went into the hallway to find Jasper. You figured he was just in his room, so you lightly knocked on his door. You heard the lock fumbling and then the door opened to reveal your best friend.

Jasper x Reader Oneshot

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Jasper knew Y/N when he had just escaped Maria, she had begun helping with his bloodlust but then disappeared off the face of the earth. Jasper moved on with the Cullens, thinking that she was dead. Only to find out when Carlisle calls for her aid against the Volturi that she is alive, well, as alive as she could be.

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Vampires filled the entirety of the Cullen house, every one of them had traveled far and wide in order to witness Renesmee’s existence. Jasper sat on the couch, leaning his elbows on his knees and tapping his foot on the ground impatiently. Carlisle walked into the room and saw this, chuckling with a knowing smile. Jasper looked up at him, cocking a brow. 

“She’ll be here, Jasper, don’t worry,” Carlisle sat down beside him. “I know you’re just dying to…” Carlisle trailed off, “if you could die again you’d be dying to see her. I can assure you, she’s coming.” Carlisle shook his head, “I know she’s important to you, and that it was a relief to you that she was, well, somewhat still alive after all this time.”

Jasper had known her for two years after he’d escaped Maria and her grasp, (Y/N) had been the one to bring him back from that. She’d been a vampire for much longer than he had, and when she found him in England in 1956, she offered to help him learn to control his bloodlust. She’d be the one that could do it, she excelled at control. But after two years of nothing but pure bliss being with her, even through the struggle he faced, the Volturi came for her and he didn’t see her again. 

Not long after that, Carlisle found him and weaned him off of the human blood, switching him to animal instead. It didn’t take very long for (Y/N) to come up in conversation, and that was when Carlisle revealed to him that he’d known (Y/N) for centuries, from the day he was first turned. (Y/N) was old. She was almost as old as Aro and the rest of the Volturi. 

Carlisle didn’t disclose any more information than that to Jasper, but decades later, Jasper was faced with seeing her again. Seeing the face that just wouldn’t leave his mind, he could never move on from her. She had likely done so already, she’d had decades away from him to do so, and she was a very appealing person, men fell at her feet, begging for even a scrap of her affection. Just like he had done. 

Carlisle snapped in his face, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Jasper, she seemed just as excited to see you. She’ll be here any moment.” Carlisle sighed and slouched into the couch, “I know it may be a bit uncomfortable, she was taken by the Volturi and never came back to you. But she has a reason for everything she does.”

Jasper looked at the man who had become something like a father to him in the decades he’d known him, “Carlisle, if she didn’t come back, it’s because she didn’t want to.”

Carlisle’s eyes flashed to him, “if she didn’t want to, she wouldn’t have been so cruel as to leave you with the memory of her existence. She would have simply erased herself from your memory and given you different memories of what your life was.”

Yes, her gift. Memory, the manipulation of memory. A pesky thing, but perhaps it might be able to help Renesmee understand her own gifts better. If anyone could teach her, it would be (Y/N). 

“What if she’s changed, Carlisle?”

Carlisle hummed in understanding, “you still love her.”

“I don’t know how anyone couldn’t,” Jasper muttered. “She found me at my most vulnerable and didn’t take advantage of that fact, she helped me become better, I was on my way to controlling my urges when the Volturi came.”

“She’ll be happy to see how far you’ve come, I know that,” Carlisle assured him. “And if you tell her just how much you missed her she might be downright gleeful.”

Jasper huffed a small laugh, he felt like his cold, dead heart was going to burst out of his chest while he waited for her to show up. Carlisle stayed beside him in silent support. After a bit more time though, Carlisle got up after he checked his watch, “I’m gonna go look for her, she may have gotten lost on the way here.” Jasper went to nod, but was cut off by an eerily familiar feminine laughter. 

“I’m flattered you’re willing to go and get me, Carlisle,” she said, Jasper turned on the couch and saw her sitting on the balcony railing outside, “but it’s quite unnecessary. I’m right here. Although I did get a bit lost earlier.”

Carlisle’s mouth pulled up into a smile. Her hair was longer from the last time that Jasper saw her, and the last time Jasper had heard her voice, she had a British accent, he guessed she decided to switch to American at some point. 

(Y/N) hopped off the railing and moved to give Carlisle a hug, her red eyes glinting in the setting sun that shined through the various windows. She then turned to Jasper with a soft smile, “Jasper, it’s good to see you. I’m quite honestly very happy that Carlisle found you, considering I couldn’t continue helping you. I’m glad that he did.” She smiled wider, “you look a lot better than the last time I saw you.” Her eyes flicked him up and down from where he sat on the couch. “Are you too mad at me to give me a hug?”

So observant. Yes, Jasper, along with being nervous, was angry. Angry that she survived the Volturi and didn’t say a word to him, didn’t even let him know that she was alive. He thought she was dead all of those years, or being kept in a dungeon by the Volturi somewhere. “Yes,” Jasper said flatly. 

(Y/N) sighed and walked around the couch, behind him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. “Well too bad,” she kissed his cheek lightly. “Because I’m hugging you anyway.” She pulled away before he could even hug her back in any way, touch her arm or something. “So, where is this kid I’ve heard so much about? It’s not everyday that you see a human vampire hybrid.”

Bella and Edward brought Renesmee down, keeping a close eye on (Y/N) for fear that she might attack. Edward read each and every one of her thoughts just to be sure. But it was all just curiosity and wonder when she kneeled down and let Renesmee show her what she showed every other vampire in the house. 

She sighed and a smile came to her face while she closed her eyes, either because of the memories Renesmee showed her, or because of the warmth that she felt from the child’s palm. When she opened her eyes she took Renesmee’s hand in one of her own, taking it off of her face. “You know, that is extraordinary.” She leaned in to whisper to Renesmee, “perhaps I’ll show you a few tricks when this is all over.” Renesmee nodded shyly, not saying a word. 

(Y/N) stood up and looked at Edward and Bella, “well, we’re all going to hell anyway with the Volturi coming after you. Why not make it difficult for them to do so?” She looked around at all of the Cullens in the room with her, her eyes stopping on Jasper a moment longer than the others. “Aro will realize that she’s human, he will, he won’t harm her.”

“He’s killed countless immortal children, (Y/N),” Carlisle crossed his arms, “that sounds a bit optimistic to me.”

“She was born how long ago, and she has the mentality and body of an eight year old child? Whatever part of her is a vampire is aging her quicker, if it didn’t, the moment she was born she would have been stuck as a baby, that would happen if she was a full vampire anyway. But it didn’t, she’s human. And say what you want, but I know Aro. He won’t kill her.”

“You’re wrong,” a pompous voice drawled. 

A condescending smile made its way onto (Y/N)’s smile before she turned to look at the source. “Vladimir,” she greeted in a sickly sweet voice, “you and Stefan had your fortress burned down by the Volturi because you didn’t see it coming, I don’t think you’re the best source of judgment for this kind of thing.”

“And you allowed the Volturi to blackmail you into giving up the man you love,” Stefan clapped back, making (Y/N)’s nostrils flare in anger. Jasper had to take a moment to process, to figure out if he was the man they were talking about. From the way she glanced at him, he knew he was. “The almighty vampire princess allowed Aro, Aro, to blackmail her.”

“Pick your next words wisely,” (Y/N) sneered. “I never liked you to begin with, either of you,” she glanced between the two of them. She bared her fangs at them, her back turned so that Renesmee wouldn’t see and be scared. “And I have centuries on the two of you.” Vladimir and Stefan crouched as if they were about to launch at her, but Jasper grabbed her arm and quickly sped her away. He brought her into his room with his hands on both of her arms now. 

“Are you crazy?” Jasper asked, “that’s two vampires against one. No matter how ancient you are-”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at his rant and raised her hands to his face, running her fingers through his hair. She pulled him down, raising herself onto her tiptoes in order to reach, and then she placed her lips on his. Effectively shutting him up. He froze for a moment before he kissed her back, his hands moving from her arms to her waist, pulling her closer. 

(Y/N) pulled back and rested her forehead on his, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She whispered to him, “I didn’t want to leave you, you must know that.” She ran her hands up and down his sides, as if trying to remind herself that he was real and not just a figment of her imagination. 

“Why come back now?”

(Y/N) swallowed needlessly, “because it wasn’t entirely for you. You were part of the reason, but it was mostly for Renesmee.” Jasper chuckled, his lips brushing her again. He ran his fingers through her hair, “they said they would kill you if I didn’t, Jasper. I had no choice, I couldn’t gamble with your life, even if they were likely just bluffing.”

“I know,” Jasper sighed into her mouth when she kissed him sweetly again. “What now?” He questioned, because there wasn’t really a plan for what would happen if the Volturi heard about her being in the same vicinity of him again. 

“Well, first we survive Aro’s wrath, and then we figure it out,” she told him in a hushed tone, the way she was kissing him getting much more heated than it had been. 

Summary: Jasper reminisces over his past and how he met the love of his life, (Y/N).  

Warnings: None really

Word count: 1.4k

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(Y/N) was and always would be the love of my life. Even if nothing about her ever made any sense. She was unpredictable, to say the least. And she’d come into my life out of the blue, without any reason or purpose as far as I knew. 

I could remember the day I met her. It was when we found out the Volturi were coming after Renesmee. Carlisle had called her in with the other vampires he’d called friends in the past. Not only because we needed all the help we could get, but because he believed that she could potentially help Renesmee with her gift. 

10 years earlier….

“How did you get through it?” I whirled from my desk chair at the voice coming from my bedroom balcony. I saw her then, her hair slightly shifting in the wind and her eyes sparkling. She let out a small laugh, “sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” A small smile remained on her face. 

I swallowed needlessly, “who are you? You do realize that you’re supposed to use the front door, right? Instead of my balcony.” I went for the stern approach, the small smile on her face didn’t falter. 

“I’m (Y/N), and yes, I do realize that,” she paused, “now.” She raised her brows thoughtfully, “this place is just so big, I couldn’t find the entrance.”

“There’s a staircase,” I added flatly. 

“Okay, sure,” she dismissed, making me balk. Who did this woman think she was? I felt complete ease from her, paired with curiosity and suspense. Her red eyes passed over me analytically. “Carlisle called me, he said that the Volturi was after him and his family. He also mentioned a girl with the gift of memory.” Oh, so that explained it. She was Carlisle’s old friend, the one with the special gift. 

“I can show you to Carlisle if you want,” I offered, still mildly confused at this woman’s entrance. 

“Nah,” she waved me off. “I am much more interested in you at the moment.” I furrowed my brow and opened my mouth to ask what she meant. “Your memories, they’re quite painful.”

“I don’t want them erased,” I moved to quickly say, Carlisle mentioned something about her being able to do that. 

“Please, I wasn’t offering,” she scoffed. “Even if I were to remove those memories, they’d still be there. It would be like a phantom pain, like when someone gets a hand amputated and still feels it years later. That wasn’t what I was referring to, anyhow.” She took a breath, regardless of the fact that she didn’t need to. Which confused me all the more. “How’d you get through it?”

“Get through what?” I humored the appalling lady before me.

“Maria,” she started, making my dead heart stop. “The newborn army. Killing any that she deemed too weak when you could feel everything that they did, all the fear. I gotta say, I’ve seen the memories of the dead who were murdered and your memories shook me to my core.”

“I’m not sure that’s any of your business, Miss.”

“You were thinking about it just now, I’m sure,” (Y/N) opted to say, ``I had been. “The memories just jumped out at me, it’s what drew me to your balcony. I have to say though, I probably wouldn’t have survived what you did. I don’t know if I could have.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I was silent for a moment, “I’ll show you to Carlisle. C’mon.” I waved for her to follow me while I got lost in my thoughts. Such a peculiar woman and a peculiar question. I didn’t know how to answer, I wasn’t even sure I knew the answer. No one had ever asked me that before. I looked back and she still had that dazzling smile on as she looked around while following me. A peculiar woman, indeed. 

Renesmee waved in front of my face, “Jasper, you alright?” I blinked and my eyes focused again, “you spaced out there for a moment.”

I felt (Y/N)’s fingers curl around the left side of my head, playing with my hair before she kissed my cheek. “He’s fine, just reminiscing about something.” I flicked my eyes over to her and glared halfheartedly. “Don’t act so scary, you know you love me. It’s not my fault. The memories just jumped out at me.” The same words that she’d said the day we met for the first time. 

She smiled cheekily at me when I realized what she’d done with that. I leaned into the hand that was kneading through my hair, “you’re lucky I love you, or you’d be in trouble for poking through my head.”

“That’s what Edward does, not me.”

“Don’t change the subject,” a smile crept onto my face. 

“Actually, I’m gonna need to change the subject,” Renesmee cut in before me and (Y/N) could banter some more. We both looked at her expectantly, “I have to go.” 

“That’s it?”

“Yes,” Renesmee confirmed. “Jacob is waiting for me outside. We’re gonna go to La Push for a day out while everyone else is out hunting.”

“Alright, well have fun,” (Y/N) stood up and hugged Renesmee, saying her goodbyes. I murmured mine to her, me and (Y/N) waited to speak until we were sure Renesmee and Jacob were gone. 

(Y/N) turned to me and cupped my face, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t place. “What’s wrong, my love?” Her thumbs stroked over my cheekbones. 

I sighed and leaned into her left hand on my cheek, nuzzling my cheek against it. “I’ve just been thinking a lot as of late.”

“About what?” She questioned softly, I hesitated, unsure. She seemed to sense this and leaned forward, gently connecting her lips with mine. I kissed back, the first kiss lasted longer than necessary. When she tried to pull back though, I grasped the side of her head and kept her in place, kissing her harder. When she kissed back with the same ferocity as me, I pushed her into a nearby wall, caging her with my arms. 

She started tugging on the sleeves of my shirt and running her hands over my shoulders, just feeling me. I felt the heat in her rising with my gift, I amplified that feeling. She whimpered into my mouth and I hoisted her up, her legs wrapped around my waist. I started to kiss down her neck, drawing sweet noises from her throat. 

This carried on until she pushed my head away from her neck, holding my face close to hers, but not to kiss me. “Jasper, what have you been thinking about?”

I realized she wouldn’t drop the topic and took a breath. “Just….I’ve just been thinking about how much I love you. And how much I wish I’d met you sooner, before Maria and the Newborn army.” She furrowed her brow at that in confusion. “I just think that if I had, maybe I’d have been a better help all these years. I wouldn’t have been broken, I wouldn’t have had the problem with human blood.” I looked into her now golden eyes. The ones that signified what she’d given up to be with me. She’d given up human blood for me. Then I rested my forehead on her shoulder. 

I felt her fingers comb through my hair as I held her up by her legs. “My love, you mustn't think these things.” I looked up at her, “if you hadn’t gone through all of that, you wouldn’t be the person you are today. And this Jasper,” she poked at my shoulder, “is the one that I fell in love with.” She kissed my forehead, then the tip of my nose, and then my lips. “I wouldn’t change anything for the world, Jas. I would have fallen in love with you anyway, believe me. But if I had to choose, I’d choose this version of you everytime.”

If I could have cried, I would have. I softly kissed her, before nuzzling her nose with my own. “That’s…” a shuddering breath, “that’s exactly what I needed to hear. Thank you, (Y/N).”

She continued to card her fingers through my hair, “I’ll always be here to remind you whenever you need it. I’ll do it every day if I must.” She kissed me again, “I choose this you, Jasper. I’ll always choose this you.”

Word Count: 1.6k

(PLEASE FORGIVE MY SHITTY WRITING, this is not proofread, it is just something I whipped up at eight o’clock at night and wanted to post. And I apologize for not updating for a while, I’ve had a lot of work to do with school and a lot of drama I needed to deal with recently.)

(Y/N) was still a fairly new vampire in the Cullen family, as far as new goes, which was actually a pretty long time when it came to vampires. The Cullens had met her in England when they lived there for a time in the 50’s. She was a very timid woman who gravitated more towards Jasper than any of the other Cullens.

Jasper had been dealing with the worst of the bloodlust, so being around a human woman so much was not very…. helpful. But he tried his best, and for a while, things were good. They were better than good. They had fallen in love. Obviously there were tough moments where Jasper thought he was undeserving of her, or that he would lose control of himself and accidentally harm her. 

Jasper had insisted for many years and on multiple occasions that they should end their… thing. But she always managed to convince him that they were right for each other, and that he would never hurt her or do anything that could scare her away from him. And that remained true, there was nothing, absolutely nothing that could make her leave him. Even death itself. 

Until one day in the early winter in 1959, Jasper had killed her, making her a vampire. It was years before he forgave himself for it. But when Edward met Bella, the two of them had many questions as soon as Bella learned what they were. Which (Y/N) and Jasper were hesitant to answer because while fifty or so years was half of a human lifetime, it was but a blip in a vampire’s existence, making the wound still fresh. 

Edward had come to Jasper as soon as he met Bella, as soon as he had smelt her blood, spoken to her and decided that she was the woman for him. 

“Did you ever… forgive yourself?” Edward asked Jasper. Making his adoptive brother raise a brow at him, “when you hurt (Y/N), did you ever forgive yourself for it?”

Jasper put the book he had been reading down on the couch cushion next to him and eyed his brother closely, contemplating whether or not he should answer. “Not for decades.”

“But you did?”

“She forgave me,” Jasper told his brother, “instantly.”

“That wasn’t my question,” Edward said. “Jasper, please, I need to know. How did it… when you did it, how did it feel when you realized what you’d done?”

Jasper’s golden eyes flicked to the floor as he remembered it, he remembered it all. “Agonizing.”

Red, Jasper saw red, he felt red. It was slick and dangerous, and he wondered to himself why there was so much red everywhere, on his hands, on his clothes, it was warm. He inhaled needlessly, and then he understood. He looked down and his breath caught even though he had none. 

If he could cry, he would have been sobbing at the sight before him. His love, his (Y/N), lying on her living room floor, lifeless, blood pouring slowly from her neck as the last of her life drained from her. Her eyes were still open, looking to the side, those beautiful (e/c) eyes that he had fallen in love with almost as much as he was in love with her. 

He lunged forward as the bloodlust had faded and grabbed her, shaking her, even though he could hear it, no heartbeat in her chest. He shook her as if she was just sleeping and she would wake up like she did every morning before that day, she would wake up next to him, and every morning, she would smile at him with that gorgeous smile of hers. 

Jasper felt as if his frozen heart was being ripped out of his chest, and he acted without even thinking, praying that it would work. He lifted her wrist to his mouth and bit into it, his fangs digging into her cold skin, sending his venom into her veins. He then pulled his mouth away and moved to her upper arm and bit into it, he repeated the process on her other arm. He lifted her shirt and bit into her sides, trying to inject as much venom in her body as possibly. 

The waiting for her to wake had been painful, even though it was only about an hour. When her eyes opened, her lashes catching in the light, making them more prominent, he let out a sigh, but then looked away from her. It had worked, but there was another realization that came with her transformation. 

He had done that to her. 

He couldn’t bear to see the look on her face when she realized it too. And after a few seconds, her voice met his ears. “Jasper?” Soft and hesitant, he shook his head, not at her, at himself. “Jasper, it’s okay.” So smart. She already knew what he’d done. What she was. “I know you didn’t mean to.”

His eyes moved in her direction but didn’t look at her, “does it matter?” His voice was distant, “you just…. I don’t even remember what happened, but I do know that I…. I did this to you. I hurt you, (Y/N). I killed you. You can’t just say that what I did is okay.”

I could feel (Y/N) staring at me, “Jas, would you please just look at me?” He shook his head again slightly, her voice was more desperate when she asked again. “Please.” He could hear her choke on a sob, even if she tried to hide it, even if she couldn’t even cry. 

Jasper gulped and then turned his head slightly to look at her, and even in his guilt, in his sadness, in his desperation to find an answer to why he would do something, anything to harm his love, he thought that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her blood red eyes stared into his own that were slowly fading into a golden color with the more animal blood he drank. 

He bit his bottom lip, “I am so sorry.” He pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, “I am so sorry I did this to you, my love. I just….”

(Y/N) reached up with a small frown and touched her neck, where he had bitten her previously. Finding new, cold skin. “Jasper,” she started, he could tell by her spaced out gaze that she was thinking. “I forgive you.”

“I will never fully forgive myself for what I did to her,” Jasper told his brother once he snapped himself out of the memory. “I will never forget that I turned her into this.” He gestured to himself, “I will never forgive myself for turning her into a creature that constantly struggles, and she struggles more than any of us with her nature. I turned her into something that can’t have children, or a normal life. I couldn’t give her either even before she was a vampire.”

Jasper could tell that his answer wasn’t the one that Edward was hoping he would get. “The girl you’ve seen me talking to, Bella Swan, she’s figured out what we are, and I don’t know how to deal with it.” Jasper stayed calm, surprisingly at the news that the girl had figured it out. “She is different from other girls, and I am constantly worrying that she is going to get hurt, that I am going to hurt her. Or worse.”

Jasper smiled slightly, “you won’t.”

“I might,” Edward protested. 

“Trust me, you won’t,” Jasper stood up from his spot on the couch. “Do what I didn’t have the guts to do. Believe that you won’t harm her, and you won’t. I didn’t listen to (Y/N) when she told me that I wouldn’t hurt her, I didn’t trust myself the way that she trusted me, and it cost her everything. Don’t make the same mistake.” He patted Edward once on the shoulder before going back to his bedroom where his love waited. 

Jasper leaned against the doorframe and watched her as she laid on her back, half falling off the edge of the bed with a book high above her face. Her eyes flicked to him from her upside down position, her eyes were a bright shade of gold. As soon as she saw him, she smiled, not bothering to move from her position, but setting down her book. 

Jasper huffed a laugh, “are you having fun there?”

“Well, it would be more fun if my husband would come here and do it with me,” (Y/N) teased. “But alas, he is in a far away land, which he has neglected to tell me the name of. So I suppose you’ll have to do.” She sighed in feigned disappointment. 

Jasper shook his head at her antics, he padded over to her and crouched down so his face was level with hers. He brought his lips to her, his top lip touching her bottom one. It was a sweet kiss, which was not uncommon. 

She rolled over onto her stomach and tilted her head at him with a soft smile on her face replacing her wide one, her smile was simply one of contentment. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek. “You did not take anything from me,” she said softly. Jasper swallowed as she stroked his cheek. “I have everything I have ever needed right here.” Her thumb brushed his bottom lip as she looked him in the eye. 

“I will never not need to hear that,” Jasper sighed. 

She hummed, “lucky for you, I will never have a problem reminding you.” She pulled him forward by the chin for another sweet kiss that made him smile against her lips.