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i finally did it!!! all of this masterpiece in one doc, for your convenience and downloading (for the life of me i can’t remember who asked for this, im sorry)
Twife or Death LESBIAN TWILIGHT original text by STEPHANIE MEYER spliced and edited by fans no profit was gained from this fan-projec
feel free to comment! you should be able to do that 🍎🍏
edythe x bella ⊹ bella worries about the run over to the baseball game. edythe distracts her.
twilight + life & death au | rated t | 1.4k wc
warnings: kissing
note: the italicized text is from twilight, pp. 293-297. the text that is bold and italicized is from life and death, pp. 281-285. everything else is my spin on both of those passages. i love both of these passages so much on their own, so changing elements of them hurt my heart. but i hope i do an alright job at blending them. divider by cafekitsune.
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“Sorry, Bella. We have to go on foot from here.”
“You know what? I’ll just wait here.”
“What happened to all your courage? You were extraordinary this morning.”
“I haven’t forgotten the last time yet.” Could it have only been yesterday?
She was around to my side of the car in a blur, and she started on the harness.
“I’ll get those, you go on ahead,” I protested. She was finished before I got the first few words out.
I sat in the car, looking at her.
“And here I thought you weren’t scared of me,” Edythe said. Her lips turned downward in a wounded pout. I didn’t believe her for a second.
“I’m not scared, especially of you. I’m just…” I trailed off, trying to come up with a convincing enough word. When she tilted her head, her gaze becoming sharper, more penetrating, I just said the first thing that came to mind. “Y’know… worried.”
“Worried?” she repeated. Her voice was full of insincere confusion. “What is there to worry about?”
It was a ridiculous question, one that I wouldn’t dignify with a response. She knew just as well as I did how poorly my body handled her supernatural speed. The last thing I wanted to do was faint in front of her family. Or worse, throw up.
I looked at her, and she looked at me, a staring contest for the ages. Then, I blinked and she was in the Jeep with me, taking up my entire field of view. She perched on my lap, her knees on either side of my hips, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. Her wild bronze hair framed her perfect face, and I was struck again by her incredible beauty.
I choked on a gasp, my hands skittering up to rest on the outsides of her thighs.
“Breathe,” she ordered.
I shakily inhaled, then let it go. She smiled, nudging my nose with hers.
“I have an idea,” she said. “Let me give you something to ease your mind a little bit, okay?”
“Okay,” I replied automatically. My eyes sank closed.
Her lips brushed mine in a delicate, barely-there kiss. Then another, and another. Her hands slid up my neck to cradle my face.
Every nerve in my body was alight. Would I ever get used to this feeling when we kissed? Part of me hoped it would always feel this way.
“Breathe, Bella,” she whispered.
When I did, my head swam with her sweet, intoxicating scent. I became pliant in her hands, and she gently tilted my head back, exposing my neck. She pressed a heavy kiss to the fluttering pulse point just underneath my jaw. I heard her inhale deeply as she lingered there.
“You didn’t answer me before,” she murmured against my skin. “Why are you worried?”
“Motion sickness. And…” She pressed a kiss the hinge of my jaw. I rasped a quick breath. “Um… trees?”
She hummed. “Silly Bella. I would never let a tree hurt you.”
Her lips ghosted over my temple. Her breath tickled my ear.
“Still worried?” she asked, nuzzling my cheek with hers.
“Hm?” I couldn’t begin to remember any of my arguments. Couldn't even remember what I was arguing in the first place.
She giggled, nipping my earlobe softly. “You see? It will all be okay.” She turns my face toward hers, and our lips brushed as she said, “All you need to think about… is this.”
And then we were locked in a passionate kiss, her mouth opening over mine. My body flooded with a pleasure more intense than I’d ever experienced, and I reacted. I gasped, moaning shakily as I pulled her sweet breath into my lungs. My arms curled around her body as I surged forward, molding as much of myself to her stony figure as I could while she was still straddling me. Time and place fell away, became meaningless in the enormity of my desire. I forgot about everything. Including caution.
She growled as she ripped herself away from me, leaping out of the Jeep in a blur.
I melted into the seat, working to catch my breath. My heart pounded so hard it felt as if my whole body throbbed with it.
“Dammit, Bella!” Edythe snapped. She was pacing a few feet away. “This is impossible!”
I watched her gather her hair and roughly pull it back into a low ponytail.
“You will be the death of me, you know that?” she said, cutting me a fierce look.
I flinched. “Speaking of impossible things…”
“Maybe at one time it wasn’t possible,” she mumbled, shaking her head. Then she sighed and stopped her pacing. “I'm not so sure anymore.”
She turned around and looked at me. I looked at her.
After a minute, a grin settled onto her face, devoid of that flash of anger from just moments ago. She waved me over with an air of expectation.
“Well? C’mon. We haven’t got all evening.”
I crossed my arms, and I didn’t move an inch.
“I thought you wanted to watch us play,” she added when I said nothing.
I only stared at her, trying harder than ever to keep a blank, neutral expression. It was difficult, not being swayed by the power of her eyes, but I managed.
“Bel-la,” she sing-songed. She sauntered back to the Jeep, her arms swinging at her sides. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“So, let me get this straight: I’m impossible, ridiculous, and I’m going to kill you. Nice.”
She froze, her playfulness melting away in another swift emotional about-face. “Are you mad at me?”
“You were mad at me first!” I fired back, throwing my hands up.
“When was I mad at you?”
“Just now. ‘You will be the death of me’? What else is that supposed to mean, Edythe?”
She seemed to think about it for a moment, a furrow settling between her brows. Slowly, she closed the gap between us. Her hand glided over my thigh as she leaned partway into the vehicle.
“I’m sorry. Truly. I meant what I said, but-” When my mouth dropped open to argue, Edythe pressed a finger to my mouth. She chuckled. “Shh. Listen. I meant what I said, but I wasn’t angry at you. I’m never angry at you. How could I be? I have only ever gotten angry at myself.”
“Why?” I asked. I rested my hand over hers until she moved it away from my mouth.
Her smile turned grim. “Isn’t it obvious? No matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to keep you out of danger, especially from myself. I keep putting you in harm’s way, all because of my remarkable lack of self-control. It’s pathetic, really, and there is no excuse for it. If I had any decency left in me, I would just go-”
“Stop,” I said softly. I held her hand in both of mine, my thumb rubbing her marble-smooth wrist. “Don’t beat yourself up about this. Clearly, I lack some self-control, too”
Her smile grew slightly, became marginally brighter. “I suppose that’s true.”
She placed her free hand on my forearm, her fingertips leaving tingling trails as they glided over my skin. It seemed like she meant it as a reassuring gesture, but it only served to stoke the embers from before. I shivered as I watched her touch me.
Then, the hand in my grasp slipped away and closed around my other forearm, and just like that, Edythe pulled me out of the car. She closed the door, locked it, and then slipped her arms around my waist.
She leaned her forehead against mine.
“I love you,” she said. “It’s a poor excuse for what I’m doing, but it’s still true.”
It was the first time she’d ever said she loved me—in so many words. Like she’d said this morning, it was different, hearing the words out loud.
“I love you,” I told her. “I don’t want you to be anything other than what you are.”
She hummed happily. “Now, be a good girl,” she said as she tilted her head.
I held very still while she brushed her lips softly against mine.
We stared at each other for a minute.
“Baseball?” she asked.
“Baseball,” I agreed.
Once again, I was on her back, bracing myself better this time for her break-neck speed. Edythe brought my hand to her face, pressing a kiss to my wrist. And then, we were off.
Alice takes her to see the stars after everything’s settled. She says that Bella’s never learned to appreciate the beauty of the night sky with vampiric eyes. They lie in cool, dry grass and gaze upwards, at first, in silence.
Bella will be the first to admit that even with her new, sharper senses, there are things she can’t always catch. She hears Alice murmur something about “wrong choices” and “pretty brown hair” and doesn’t ask further questions, even as Alice brushes a cool hand across her forehead. This is normal, sisterly, friendly.
She thinks back to when she was human, in tears because she wanted so badly to not be. Alice had been such a comfort, stroking her hair and whispering that she was a beautiful human girl with all the possibilities in the world, and Bella had shrieked that she had already chosen and wanted her choice to be respected.
Now she is respected, she is powerful, she is loved and hated and feared and everything. It is everything she had ever wanted.
But when Alice points out a particularly bright star, and wraps a hand around Bella’s wrist as they lay in the grass, Bella feels so much weaker than she should be.
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Rosalie Hale/Bella Swan - Complete - 2.6k words - Rated G
Summary: Rosalie takes one look at Bella Swan and goes "hmm I like that."
"Rosalie smiles faintly and looks down at her notebook. She feels Bella’s gaze on her. It’s light and friendly. Rosalie is certain that if blood still coursed through her, most of it would have lent itself to coloring her cheeks."
Posted just before the Twilight renaissance began to take off in 2018, I assume everyone's read this one. But if you haven't, it's a short and sweet take on the beginning of Twilight, simple and beautifully written with a bit of light humor mixed in!
