#twilight masterlist

Bella’s voice cracked through the air like a whip. You watched her stalk across the yard like a woman possessed, wild with confusion, anger, desperation — a cocktail of emotions that set every nerve in your body on alert. That's when she shoved Sam directly in the chest.

Paul shifted beside you, just barely. His jaw tensed. You could sense the flicker of heat beneath his skin. Sam could sense it too

"Hey, easy !" He warned.

“He didn't want this !”

You nearly rolled your eyes. Because you wanted this ?

You couldn’t help but glance at Paul, who was ready to snap at any given moment.

“But we do." He bit out, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. "What did he do ? What did he tell you ?”

Bella’s eyes scanned the group and locked on Paul, her face tightening. "Nothing ! He told me nothing, because he's scared of you !"

Jared and Paul burst into laughter. You couldn't help but smirk at the very idea of your brother being scared of anyone. Then Bella raised her hand. The slap landed with a sharp crack that echoed across the yard. Paul’s head barely turned from the impact, but your heart stopped.

Silence.

Paul inhaled slowly, still controlled. Still calm. Still holding back the burn under his skin because he knew one wrong breath could set him off.

But he didn’t need to shift.

Because you did.

It was instant — reflexive, primal. You didn't hear Jared saying it was too late for Bella. You didn't register Sam yelling at her to get back. You didn’t even process anything. The surge of heat roared up your spine, and then it was like your body exploded from the inside out. Bones snapped, muscles tore, the scream caught in your throat never made it out. One second you were standing beside Paul, and the next, the world tilted, twisted, and turned into instinct.

You shifted.

The grass tore beneath your weight as your wolf form burst forward in a blur of brown and muscle, claws scraping the dirt, a deep growl vibrating your ribs.

Bella screamed.

From inside the house, the door banged open.

“BELLA !”

Jacob’s voice, hoarse and horrified.

He ran into the yard just as you bounded toward her — not because she was annoying, but because she had touched your imprint. No one touched what was yours. No one hurt Paul.

Not even Jacob’s precious little human.

Jacob threw himself in front of her, arms wide. “Don’t!”

Your snarl deepened. A warning.

Your paws dug into the dirt, muscles taut and shaking with fury. You didn’t want to hurt him — but the sound of her hand against your mate's jaw was too fresh in your head. You couldn’t think. You could only protect.

Paul moved beside you — a streak of fur, fast and silent. His wolf form stood at your side in seconds, shoulder brushing yours, not growling, not stopping — just there. His eyes were on Jacob, his stance firm.

She’s mine, you growled through the link.

I know, Paul replied, his mind brushing yours with the same heat he always carried. I’ve got your back.

Jacob stepped forward, eyes wide and furious. “Back off, both of you!”

And that was it.

You lunged.

Jacob met you mid-air with a snarl of his own. The two of you crashed together like a natural disaster — claws, fur, snarls, fury. You tore into his shoulder. He knocked you into a tree. Paul leapt into the fray, snapping at Jacob’s flank, never turning on you — only shielding, protecting, pushing back.

The three of you were a whirlwind of snapping jaws and colliding bodies, tearing up the forest floor. The link crackled with static as Sam tried to reach you all.

Then his Alpha voice dropped like thunder.

ENOUGH.

The word burned through your skull. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order.

You froze, panting, blood rushing in your ears. Paul stopped beside you. Jacob stumbled back.

Shift, Sam commanded.

~~~~~~~~~

The walk to Emily’s house was quiet. Tense. No one said a word as you pulled on the spare shirt Paul had handed you and slipped your arm through the sleeve. He stayed close, brushing against you with every step. You were still fuming. He was still seething.

But together, you were grounded.

While waiting for you all to return, Jared and Embry had already started eating muffins in the kitchen. Bella stood stiffly against the wall, pale as paper. Emily had offered her something warm to drink, and Bella’s hands had shaken as she wrapped them around the mug.

“They’ve been gone a while,” she murmured.

Embry smiled, stuffing the last bite of his muffin into his mouth.

“Bet it’s Jake who wins,” he muttered.

Jared raised an eyebrow. “Ten bucks says (Y/N) made him eat dirt.”

Embry snorted. “No way.”

They shook on it.

The door opened.

Sam walked in first, face like stone. Jacob followed behind, shirt torn, lip split, bruises already fading. Paul came next — smirking, calm, his steps loose and easy.

And then there was you.

Not a scratch on you. Not a bruise, not a smear of dirt. You were clean, composed — and you were smiling.

Jared didn’t even wait. He held out his hand. Embry groaned and slapped a ten-dollar bill into his palm.

You laughed and high-fived Jared, then beelined for the muffins like nothing had happened.

Bella stared at you, silent. Wide-eyed.

Paul caught her gaze. “Sorry about that.”

Everyone turned to you.

Waiting.

You took a slow bite of muffin. Chewed. Swallowed. Then looked up, unbothered.

“I’m not gonna say sorry,” you said evenly. “Because I’m not.”

Bella’s jaw tightened.

You went on. “You slapped my mate. Maybe next time, think twice before putting your hands on people and sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

She opened her mouth to speak.

You raised your eyebrows. “And maybe, just maybe, one day you’ll stop treating my brother like he’s some backup plan.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Paul hid a smile behind his hand.

Sam closed his eyes.

Jacob muttered, “Damn…”

You shrugged, grabbed another muffin, and flopped into the chair beside Paul like nothing had happened.

Because it hadn’t been nothing.

It had been everything.

You had protected your own.

And you’d do it again.

Bella didn’t leave right away.

She lingered near the corner of the kitchen, eyes fixed on you as if she wanted to say something — maybe to defend herself, maybe to apologize.

You didn’t make it easy for her.

You stayed beside Paul, your body angled away, your posture calm but firm. You didn’t glare. You didn’t scowl. You simply made it clear she no longer had your attention.

But Bella couldn’t let it go.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him,” she said finally, her voice small.

Paul laughed a bit. As if she could hurt him.

You didn’t look at her. “Didn’t mean to slap him either?”

Silence again. She fidgeted. Paul leaned against the counter beside you, arms crossed, eyes on Bella — but it was your tension he felt more than hers.

“I was scared,” Bella said. “Everything’s so...”

“Confusing ?” You cut in, finally meeting her gaze. “Yeah. Welcome to our life.”

She didn’t reply.

After a beat, she stepped back, clutching her mug. “I should go.”

No one stopped her. But Jake followed her probably to comfort her.

The door closed quietly behind them, and the sound was followed by a long breath from Sam, as if the entire room had been holding itself still.

Emily gave you a look — not judgmental, not disapproving. Just... knowing. She’d been there before. You wondered what she had said, once upon a time, after Leah had shifted. You wondered if she had ever slapped Sam.

But your thoughts didn’t linger there long.

Because beside you, Paul’s hand found your thigh under the table, warm and grounding. His fingers curled gently, thumb brushing slow circles.

The pack resumed their conversations — something about the next patrol shift, and whether or not Embry owed Jared double next time.

~~~~~~~~~

That night, the forest was quiet.

The sky above La Push lay deep and thick with stars, the moon heavy and swollen behind drifting clouds. The surf crashed just below the cliffs near your house, steady and soothing, like a heartbeat outside your window.

Your room was dim — just a lamp flickering low — when Paul let himself in without knocking.

He never knocked.

He didn’t have to.

You were sitting cross-legged on your bed in nothing but a sleep shirt and boyshorts, half-reading, half-listening to the waves, when the door opened.

Your eyes flicked up. “Took you long enough.”

Paul stepped inside, bare-chested, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips. His skin still smelled like pine and adrenaline. His eyes dragged slowly across your body, hungry and heated.

“You threatening Swan turned me on,” he said casually, voice low and rough.

You snorted, flipping a page. “Not surprised. You get turned on when I yell at anyone.”

He shrugged, crossing the room in a few steps. “Yeah, but when you’re in full feral-protective-wolfmate mode?” He leaned down, one hand braced on either side of you, crowding your space. “That’s a different kind of hot.”

Your book lowered an inch. His face was so close now — his breath brushing your lips. His gaze burned.

“You weren’t half-bad yourself,” you said, voice quiet but laced with amusement. “Didn’t even hesitate.”

He dipped his head, lips barely grazing your jaw. “I never do. Not when it comes to you.”

The room thickened with heat. His hand slid down, fingers brushing the top of your thigh, slow and lazy, deliberately light.

“You’re still mad,” he murmured, voice dark.

“Always am.”

He smiled. “You want to let off some steam ?”

You leaned back slightly, just enough to make him chase the space. “That depends.”

“On what ?”

Your eyes flicked down to his lips. Then back up. “On whether you can actually keep up with me this time.”

His eyes sparked — challenge accepted.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he growled, “I’m not the one who tapped out last week.”

You scoffed. “I was distracted.”

“Yeah? Still distracted ?”

You grinned, slow and wicked. “Not anymore.”

His mouth was on you before you could make another smartass comment.

Rough lips. Hot breath. The unmistakable burn of Paul’s body against yours.

He kissed like he shifted — wild, overwhelming, dominant — all teeth and tongue and no hesitation. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wide as he climbed onto the bed, covering your body with his. The mattress dipped under his weight, caging you in.

And God, you loved it.

You moaned into his mouth as he ground down, the hard bulge of him pressing against your center through the thin fabric of your panties and his sweats. You arched into him instinctively, your body already humming with the familiar pull — like your bones remembered what it was like to be filled by him.

“You gonna talk shit again ?” Paul rasped into your throat, nipping just under your jaw, “or are you gonna let me remind you who you belong to ?”

You gasped as his teeth scraped your pulse point.

“Who says I forgot ?” you whispered, voice breathy.

He growled — low, animal — and suddenly yanked your panties down your legs and off in one swift, aggressive motion. He threw them somewhere across the room. You didn’t care. You were already wet, and he knew it.

One hand slipped between your legs, fingers gliding through your slick folds. He hummed in approval as he circled your clit with the perfect pressure — slow, confident, possessive.

“I can smell how bad you want me,” he murmured against your collarbone, dragging his tongue along your skin. “Don’t act like you’re not soaked just from fighting next to me.”

You moaned, shivering under his touch.

His fingers slipped lower, one pushing inside you with ease. Then two. Curling deep, slow and rough, fucking you with his hand like he knew your body better than you did.

And maybe he did.

“Paul,” you panted, nails digging into his shoulder. “Stop teasing.”

“You first,” he growled, biting your ear. “Say it.”

You knew what he wanted.

“Yours,” you whispered, hips grinding into his hand. “I’m yours, Paul.”

His eyes flashed — wolf, gold and burning.

He kissed you again, more desperate this time, groaning into your mouth as he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss — but then he was pushing his sweatpants down and there was no more patience.

He lined himself up, head dragging against your soaked entrance, teasing just for a breath—

And then he thrust in, hard and deep.

You cried out, back arching off the bed as he filled you in one stroke. No one else could ever fit like he did — no one else could ever feel like this. Like being split open and worshipped at the same time.

Paul pressed his forehead to yours, eyes locked on yours as he started to move.

“Mine,” he gritted, every thrust heavy, relentless. “Say it again.”

You clung to him, legs wrapped tight around his waist. “Yours,” you moaned. “Yours, Paul, fuck—”

He fucked you like he was claiming territory. Like the fight earlier hadn’t been enough. Like the only way to prove how much he needed you was to bury himself inside you, again and again, until you forgot your own name.

The bed creaked. Your breath broke. The whole world narrowed to the sound of skin on skin, his name on your tongue, the way his fingers tangled in your hair as he drove into you harder.

You lost yourself.

Your orgasm slammed into you without warning — legs shaking, body trembling around him, nails dragging across his back. You bit his shoulder as you came, and it only spurred him on.

“Fuck, baby—” he groaned, hips stuttering, thrusts turning messy. “So tight — fuck — I’m gonna—”

He buried himself deep and spilled inside you with a growl that sounded more beast than man, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

He stayed like that for a moment — chest heaving, face buried in your neck, your bodies locked together and pulsing with heat.

Then he finally exhaled, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “You always gonna shift for me like that ?”

You laughed, breathless, heart still pounding. “Only if someone’s dumb enough to slap you again.”

Paul grinned against your skin.

“I love you,” he murmured. “So fuckin’ much it hurts.”

You threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him closer.

“I know,” you whispered. “I feel it every time you touch me.”

~~~~~~~~~

Her glare, however, spoke against his hopes for peace. “Don’t honey me, Carlisle Cullen.” Clothes flung everywhere, the room in utter disarray contrary to its usually unkempt nature. “He is being ridiculous and you know it.” Tossing a pair of Manolo Blahnik pumps into the suitcase she gave him another look, “And yes, I know he can hear me.” Carlisle had opened his mouth, but closed it, his wife not having to the mind reader in the family to know what he was about to say. 

“You have every right to be upset. I’m not happy about the situation either, but we have to do what’s best for our family.”

Carlisle came over to where she was, beginning to pack his clothes into his own suitcase. Brushing away the stray hairs that fell from her hair scarf, Y/n’s eyes turned serious, “What happened was unfortunate--and it is a shame Bella got hurt. He’s been beating himself over it the entire weekend and I understand that, Carlisle. But what I don’t appreciate is him uprooting us and using you as the excuse.”

Following Bella’s birthday party gone wrong, Edward didn’t waste a second in making the executive decision to the family that they had to leave Forks. Saying they were a danger to Bella and to ensure her safety and no more harm comes to her as a result of his doing, they needed to remove themselves from the picture. And Edward’s genius move was to tell Bella it was because the staff at the hospital were starting to notice Carlisle’s lack of aging. 

“His concern is valid. We’ve been here four years now. It was bound to happen.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve heard people talk at the hospital?” She challenged.

“I don’t need to hear them say it aloud, Y/n,” he tells her with a knowing look. “Their stares are enough confirmation. I had one nurse ask me last week if I had a skincare routine.” His attempt at a joke doesn't work. She doesn’t so much as crack a smile, but he tries again. “Soon they’ll be asking what botox doctor I go to.”

Y/n knew Carlisle had a point. It always happened wherever they moved. They settled down, spent maybe five or six years until all the kids graduated from high school for the hundredth time, then did it all over again. If it wasn’t nosy hospital workers, it was teachers. If it wasn’t the bakery owner she frequented asking how she managed to look 27 after seven years, then it was the engineer she was collaborating with on a project. 

“It’s not fair,” she goes on, carefully folding her dress shirts, skirts, and pants. Not looking forward to having to pack up her art studio. All the supplies, artwork, and projects she was working on. “And I feel so awful for her,” her frown made his own appear, “You see the way she looks at him. It’s utter devotion, as though he was a sentient being sent from the heavens. And Edward,” her voice drops to a whisper, “he worships the ground she walks on. And this decision not only punishes her, it punishes him.”

The pair fall into a silence when the front door opens and slams shut. Edward’s lingering scent disapparating, causing Y/n to groan and place her head in her hands. The anger and not caring if her adoptive son heard her rant suddenly vanished. Replaced with shame. 

Carlisle sighs, setting down the pile of towels he folded to walk over to her. Gently grabbing her shoulders, he brings Y/n into a comforting embrace, letting his hands fall to her waist, allowing her to sink into his arms with a content hum. 

“Listen to me,” she closes her eyes, not wanting to meet his gaze where she’ll find judgement. “I sound ridiculous--and I’m being unfair to him and his feelings on the matter.”

“You care for him dearly,” Carlisle strokes her hair, “he understands that. And I think deep down he knows you’re right, but won’t admit to it because he believes he’s doing the right thing for Bella.” Carlisle leans back to look into her eyes, “Remember, he was turned at a young age--and has never experienced this type of love before. He’s learning all this for the first time.”

“I know,” she mumbles, deflated but understanding. They stayed in their embrace for a few minutes before separating to continue packing up. Edward returned later that night with brighter eyes, indicating he had fed to which resolved some of the tension between the two when they finally sat down to have the conversion they’d been dreading. Him apologizing for uprooting the family suddenly, and for the harm he was to cause Bella. And Y/n apologizing for the words she spoke before he left. They hugged it out, neither able to stay mad at the other, and Edward helped her pack the art room throughout the remainder of the night. 

The time away from Forks was odd but somewhat comforting. Carlisle and Y/n decided to spend their time on the island they owned just off the coast of Brazil. Rosalie and Emmett traveled to New York, Alice and Jasper in Mississippi and Edward in Rio de Janeiro. They spoke on the phone frequently, sent letters and postcards, or emailed. Edward would spend a night or two on the island to hunt, Y/n painted canvas after canvas, and Carlisle worked on a medical textbook he was in the process of writing.

“You hear that?” She asked one night when they were cuddling on the couch. A random movie playing on the TV.

“What?”

“It’s quiet,” she whispered, a grin spreading on her lips. “No kids. No animals. No workers. Absolute silence.” Carlisle mirrored her smile. 

“You’re right. We haven’t had complete silence in ages.”

“More like eighty years--give or take,” she snorted. 

When the shit hit the fan in Italy, Y/n nearly killed Edward herself. Not just for the danger he put himself in but for the whole family. Alice and Rosalie also met her wrath--Rosalie for not explaining clearly to Edward the vision, and Alice for dragging Bella to Italy. 

Yeah, none of them wanted the smoke. 

The sight of the three siblings sitting on the couch with their heads down and twiddling their thumbs while Y/n paced in front of them while shouting a motherly tangent had Emmett straining to hold back his laughter. Carlisle didn’t dare intervene. 

Back in Forks the family settled back into their routines. Carlisle in the hospital and Y/n working on projects. The kids in school and planning for the summer. 

Then shit hit the fan again.

This time in the form of a newborn vampire army created by the red-headed lover of the tracker they disposed of the year prior. Victoria. And she was out for revenge against Edward and Bella. 

Y/n was not the fighting type, but that didn’t mean she did not know how to throw down. She could get her hands dirty if she desired. Emmett and Jasper taught her the ropes, Edward taught her how to anticipate opponents moves. 

“C’mon old man!” she dodged Carlisle’s attack, giggling as she pivoted to kick lightly at his chest. “Don’t be getting sleepy on me now. That’s not like you.” Carlisle smirked, catching her off guard by grabbing her waist and flipping her onto the ground.

“I’d watch who you call old, sweetheart,” he mocked right as Jasper yelled, “Never turn your back on your enemy!” 

But this shift had been so rough on both of you that you needed to vent to each other and get something in your system to make you forget a little. Cut to hours later neither of you notice her fiance and his friends walking in the house to you and Emily losing it on the couch, clutching your sides from how hard you were laughing. 

It wasn't even the alcohol necessarily, the two of you had split a bottle of wine but that wasn't enough to get you messed up to the point of uncontrollable laughter. No, it was finally being able to relax in good company, let loose and enjoy yourself. 

The boys had just snickered at the two of you, Emily’s fiance ushering them back into the kitchen to give the two of you some space. However, at some point, hunger struck and the kitchen was calling your name. 

Emily had declared nachos as the snack of choice and you couldn't agree more. She had charged through the sea of testosterone while you decided to timidly hug the doorframe, not knowing where to place yourself down. The kitchen was full of Sam’s friends and there wasn't a place to sit. You were thinking of slipping into the kitchen and leaning against the counter while Emily assembled plates of goodness.

That was until a particular tanned-skin boy stood up and very subtly gestured towards the chair. A sudden confidence had taken over you, and you certainly can blame that on the wine. Crossing the room in just a few paces you lower yourself onto the previously occupied seat and join the rowdy group at the table. 

Looking up you gave him a silent look of thanks as he stood, leaning his back against the countertop. He reciprocated a small smirk before returning his attention to the intense game of spoons that the other boys were trying to rope you into. 

After that, the night was a blur. You had played a few rounds of the card game, Emily eventually joining with heaping plates of nachos, placing herself in her fiance's lap. Paul had disappeared momentarily, reappearing with an old wooden stool, sitting directly to your left. 

You tried to focus on everything happening, but it was no use. All you could think about was that simple gesture of kindness. The act of chivalry that no doubt was gonna earn him some teasing from his buddies, which is what made it and him so much more attractive. 

Thoughts of the beautiful man plagued your mind the whole night and when he offered to drive you back home at the end of the night you accepted. He blamed it on the fact that he wouldn't feel right if he let you drive home after drinking, even if it was just a few glasses of wine and that had been hours ago. 

Even though you felt completely sober at this point as it had been hours and you had eaten your fair share of nachos you obliged, how could you pass up the opportunity for one of the most attractive men you had laid eyes on in a long time to drive you home? 

Attractive and chivalrous, two things he had going for him. 

The ride home was nice, the windows rolled down, and your hair flowed in the breeze. He drove smoothly and slowly, taking the winding corners with ease. A song that occupied the radio 24/7 played, and you were in such a state of comfort that you allowed yourself to sing along softly. 

It was weird, you barely knew this man, yet you felt so comfortable around him. Being in his presence was easy. 

Once your headlights illuminated the front of your modest home you felt your heart sink. This was it, your night of bliss was going to end. He threw the truck in park, turning to face where you sat. He opened his mouth, to say what you have no idea because you cut him off before he got the chance to speak. 

“Do you wanna come in?”. 

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That night had been six weeks ago. And since then you hadn't seen or heard from him once. Not that you had reached out much. The last thing you needed was to make things awkward and complicated with a friend of a friend. 

Only now things were gonna have to be awkward and complicated, it was sorta unavoidable. 

Time paused as you sat there on the bathroom floor. Staring at the pinked-capped stick. Part of you wished you hadn't taken the test, even if that would have just avoided the inevitable for a few days, maybe a couple of weeks. 

Your head was reeling as you attempted to comprehend the news. On one hand, you had always wanted to be a mom and had dreamed of it. However part of the dream was a perfect house, a perfect job, and a perfect husband. Someone that loved you and supported you. Having a baby daddy that you hardly knew wasn't exactly in the picture. 

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At some point your body went on autopilot, you picked yourself off the ground and went through the motions of getting ready for the day. You didn't know what you were getting ready to do, you had already called out after you had woken up before the sun to empty your stomach of last night's dinner. 

The brain fog seemed to slightly lift once you were closing your car door, clutching the steering wheel as your life preserver. The pregnancy test in your pocket feels as if it weighs a thousand pounds. 

You felt insane. 

Who were you to go to this man who you barely knew and just throw this information at him, even if he deserved to know? Because this was his burden too. This wasn't an instance of immaculate conception, it took both of you to get into this situation. 

Recalling an earlier conversation with Emily where you had not so subtly asked what Paul did for work you remembered her mentioning the name of the garage. 

Since today simply could not get more insane you decided to embrace the insanity and started the drive towards the reservation. 

You practiced what you were gonna say over and over, but nothing sounded right. 

“Hey, remember me? I'm the girl you slept with once and ghosted, well I'm pregnant”. 

“Paul, remember me? Y/N, yeah so you kinda got me pregnant”. 

“Hey so remember when I told you that you didn't need a condom, well I say dumb things I don't mean when I’m around pretty people”. 

You were so screwed. 

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The parking lot was practically empty because of course, it was. Of course, there wouldn't be enough cars for you to blend in and hide for a little bit to gather your confidence. No besides your car there were only three others, and since you knew that Paul's truck was one of them there was a decent chance that the other two were also employees. The large bay doors of the shop were opening, one of the bays occupied with an old Volvo on the lift. 

Crossing the parking lot, the man of the hour caught your attention. Paul was alone in the garage. Grease and oil covered his hands and forearms as his attention was focused on the car above him. Patting your jacket pocket you made sure your proof was still there. You had only made it about halfway once he spotted you. He did a double take, a minor look of confusion showing. I mean why wouldn't he be confused, you weren't friends and here you were just randomly showing up at his place of business. 

Deciding to pull whatever last shred of confidence you had buried deep down you didn't turn chicken and run back to your car. No, you carried on walking, right up to the edge of his behemoth of a toolbox, slightly leaning on it to gain some support. The nerves make your whole body feel unstable. 

The wrench was abandoned, clattering inside said toolbox and he found a discarded towel that was so dirty it looked like it was only gonna make his hands worse. You couldn't help but study the way his body moved, how he looked in his work clothes, and how his muscles were contracting as he attempted to clean off the grime. Jesus Christ you need to get a hold of yourself, you thought. 

What you didn't notice was he was doing the same to you, looking you up and down searching for a reason as to why you were here. It wasn't until a breeze blew through the garage, that he realized he didn't only smell the dense forest and the various scents of the garage. It carried a faint smell of vanilla and lavender. But it wasn't just that, it was mixed with pine and rosemary. He bristled at the realization, the unique combination meant one thing and one thing only. It had been weeks since he last saw you there’s no way his scent would hang out on you that long unless…

Suddenly nothing else mattered except what you had to say. He wanted to help, to try and make the situation better. So he started to speak, to try and break this ice. But just like you had done weeks prior you beat him to the punch. 

“I’m pregnant”. 

The visible look of relief caused him to calm down, the last thing he wanted in this situation was for you to be stressed out. And the thought of you being so scared to talk to him broke his heart a little bit if he was being honest. 

“Is it mine?”. 

Paul could have ended it all in that moment. Why was he like this? 

He knew it was his, he had definitive proof, and he chose to play the idiot and make the woman who was carrying his child feel worse than she already did. 

“What the hell are you suggesting Paul? Yes it's yours, I wouldn't be telling you if it wasn't”. You crossed your arms across your chest, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable and exposed. The confidence meter has fully run out. 

“Yeah no yeah. That um makes sense, I’m sorry. That was a real jackass thing to say. Of course you wouldn't tell me if it wasn't mine”. Paul rubbed the back of his neck as he rambled, avoiding eye contact with you. The magic inside of him was screaming at him, his instincts to protect almost taking over what little composure he held. 

He hadn't planned on telling you about the bond you shared. At least not for a while. 

You were still kinda new to town, and it wasn't fair to derail your life because you had decided to be a kind person and drop Emily off just a few weeks after you had moved. The bond had set in that day, as he was leaving Emily’s house and heading out to his truck. His eyes had darted up upon hearing Em’s voice and what he hadn't expected was to almost fall flat on his face. 

Because for a split second, the two of you made eye contact, it was fleeting and you had returned your eyes to your friend immediately. It had meant nothing to you and everything to him. 

Since that day he vowed to protect you but also to not act selfish and to allow you to make your own decisions.  Which is why he couldn't help but feel horrible. He had ruined your life. 

Paul thinks back to that night, running his mind over every minute, had you been drunk? He had only used that as an excuse to drive you home. But if you had been too intoxicated to make coherent decisions he would never forgive himself. 

“Yeah that was a real jackass thing to say”, you sniffled proud of yourself for not bursting out into heavy sobs. Because in all honesty while it felt like a physical blow hearing him question your morals he was handling the situation better than you would have if you were in his position. It was a fair question, you had only slept together once. 

The next few minutes seemed to pass slowly. After standing there basking in the awkward silence he told you to wait a second and walked into the attached office. You did as he said, too nervous to take the opportunity and leave. He returned a few moments later with much cleaner hands and a small smile graced his face. God, how you were growing to love that smile. 

“Boss told me to head out for the day, don't worry I only told him that I need to take a certain pretty girl out to lunch”, he sent you a wink as he slammed the lid on the toolbox down. Your cheeks grew warm at the compliment, even with how pg it was. I mean this man got you pregnant but him calling you pretty had your chest hammering. 

His hand found its way to the small of your back as he walked, ushering you out of the garage so he could lower the bay door. Once it was down he turned to face you with a smirk replacing the kind smile from earlier. 

“Come on doll, looks like I gotta feed my baby mama”. He howled with laughter as the small tinge of red on your cheeks turned into your whole face going crimson. “Oh this is gonna be fun”, he said through his laughs. 

His warmth on your skin brought you back to that state of peace that you remembered so fondly. You let him lead you towards his truck, thanking him as he shut your door. 

As Paul jogged to the driver's side a smile fought against the smirk. This wasn't how he pictured everything going but he wasn't mad. It wasn't like he got some random girl pregnant, no he got you pregnant. And while you may believe that you were just a random girl to him that was not how he felt. But he wasn't going to tell you that, at least not right now. The last thing he wanted to do was stress you out even more than you already were. 

So he was going to wait. 

He could learn to be content with you being in his life as a girlfriend, or even just the mother of his child. And when the time was right he would tell you.

“Hi Y/N, I know we haven’t seen or spoken to each other in a long time. I also know you don’t want to set foot in Forks, but my family is in danger.” There was a long pause in the message Y/N was listening to on her voicemail. “I need your knowledge and experience with newborns. I’m asking you as an old friend.”

Y/N turned off her cell phone, let it slide onto her living room table in front of her, and stared at the dark screen for a while.

She hadn’t seen or heard from Carlisle in a long time—100 years, or was it already 200? She didn’t even know herself anymore.

The vampire stood up from her couch; her bones felt heavy. The kind of heaviness that could drag someone down without any explanation. Yet she knew where that heaviness came from.

Absentmindedly, Y/N gazed into the darkness outside her window. Having to make the decision to return to a place that had destroyed her so many centuries ago wasn’t an easy one—especially not when Y/N’s oldest friend, the man who was like a brother to her, asked her to bury her pain and her past—with Forks and the reservation—for a moment, in order to help.

She stared out into the darkness until the first rays of morning sunlight appeared on the horizon. Y/N made a decision—one that didn’t come easily to her, as she couldn’t shake the feeling that she would soon regret it.

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Y/N sat cross-legged on a thick tree branch high up in the trees. She looked down at the clearing below, a grin creeping onto her lips.

Vampires stood on one side and wolves on the other. Both sides looked exactly as Y/N had expected—not pleased to be so close to one another and not thrilled to be fighting on the same side.

Carlisle, who was standing in the middle of the clearing and had begun explaining the first lesson about newborns, paused, a gentle smile forming on his lips.

“You’ve come.”

Y/N pursed her lips, leaped gracefully from her hiding spot, and walked toward her old friend, who looked at her in surprise.

“You need help—that’s reason enough.”

Carlisle took Y/N in his arms and held her tight.

“I’m sorry—I know it’s not fair of me.” He spoke softly, just to her. The vampire nodded, pulling away from him. “For you, I’d do almost anything.”

Y/N turned to Edward. “So where’s the girl who’s a total pain in the ass to our dear friend Caius?”

Edward laughed, “It’s nice to see you haven’t changed a bit!”

Before Y/N could answer Edward, she heard a soft “here,” and she turned around. Smiling, Y/N walked toward the girl standing next to the orange-and-red wolf. The wolf took a step forward, growling. Y/N stopped, put her hands on her hips, and looked at the wolf with annoyance. “Calm down, furball. I’m here to teach you guys how to deal with newborns. So I’d at least like to meet the person who indirectly caused me to be standing here.”

As Y/N let her gaze sweep over the wolves to make her point clear to everyone, she stopped at a gray wolf. She was certain that if she still had a beating heart, it would have stopped right then and there. The vampire stumbled back a few steps, almost as if she’d been pushed. Her eyes widened.

“That can’t be—you’ve been dead for a long time.”

Carlisle walked toward Y/N. He raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder. “Y/N, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She immediately broke eye contact with the wolf, who had also taken a step forward. She looked helplessly into her old friend’s eyes. “I…,” she looked back at the wolf. The vampire had to be sure he was real, that she wasn’t imagining him.

She looked back at Carlisle. “I shouldn’t have come.”

Y/N tried to remove Carlisle’s hand from her shoulder, but he held her wrist firmly. “Y/N, talk to me.” She shook her head, turned away from him, looked at no one, and disappeared into the forest.

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Y/N came to a sudden stop in the middle of the reservation. She knew the Cullens had a treaty with the wolves and that no vampire was ever allowed to cross the border, but she didn’t care.

The vampire’s chest tightened as she got closer and closer to her destination; her steps seemed to slow down on their own.

But she had to see it with her own eyes; she needed the certainty. The certainty about the truth she’d been trying to suppress for so long.

Y/N stopped in front of the entrance to the reservation’s cemetery. She closed her eyes and let her fingers slowly slide toward the gate’s handle. She knew her time here was limited; as long as the wolves were at the

Newborn Hour, she could stay.

“Who are you?” Y/N flinched. She pulled her hand away from the gate, almost as if it had burned her, and turned around. A man with black hair, sitting in a wheelchair, was staring at her.

She didn’t know his name, but she knew he belonged to the wolves. She knew he was a Black—the family resemblance was impossible to miss.

“No one.” Y/N turned away and was about to disappear back into the forest, but the man’s voice stopped her. “I recognize your face. I’ve seen it in sketches.” The vampire looked at him, her expression hardening. “You must be mistaking me for someone else, sir. I’m just passing through.”

Before the man could say anything else, they heard wolves howling in the distance. As the man looked in that direction, Y/N seized the moment to slip away.

Billy looked back toward the gate to say something to the vampire, but he wasn’t at all surprised to find she was no longer standing there. Sam, who had come out of the woods with the others, fully dressed, looked around.

“Don’t worry, she’s gone.” He knew she was a vampire, and he was sure he recognized her face, but from where?

“What was she doing here?” Sam looked at Billy questioningly. “I’m not sure, but I have a feeling. How do you guys know her?”

Jared interjected, “She showed up at practice—supposedly to help us—but when she looked at Paul, she turned almost even paler than she already is, more like a walking corpse.” Paul cut Jared off, almost growling at him. Jared, however, just kept talking, “She said something like, ‘You’re dead,’ and then disappeared.”

“It doesn’t matter what she wanted here. If she crosses our border again, we’ll kill her.” Paul stared grimly at the floor, but his words lacked the bite they usually had.

“You’re just pissed off that you imprinted on her!” Embry laughed. Paul looked at him as if he wanted to pounce on him. “Of all the people in the world, I had to imprint on a vampire!”

Billy looked at him. “I’d be careful about what y’all say about that woman.” Sam looked at him, confused. “Do you think it’s okay for something like this to happen? A wolf and a vampire?” “I’m not saying it’s okay, but...” “But what, Dad?” Jake looked at his father expectantly. “I can’t say for sure, but I think this vampire is closer to us than any of us realize.” “She’s a vampire.” Paul looked at Billy, puzzled. Billy slowly turned his gaze to the young wolf. “Every vampire was once human. Some chose this life; others had this fate forced upon them—and I have a feeling that with this woman, it’s the latter.”

He paused, then looked back at Sam. “The next time she’s here, come get me—don’t hurt her.” Sam nodded, reluctantly, but Billy had never been wrong.

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“I never asked you because I didn’t know how. But after today, I can’t help but ask.” Y/N was lying on the couch in the room the Cullens had prepared for her. She didn’t even look at Carlisle; she knew what was coming. “You asked me once—don’t you remember?” Carlisle sat down next to her. “We were traveling together for the Volturi. You asked me why I’d been with them for so long, even though I think so differently.” Carlisle started to laugh.

“I remember. You told me that day that if I ever asked that question again, you’d rip out my throat. Please tell me that’s changed.”

The vampire exhaled a breath she didn’t need, but her next words brought her relief. She sat up straight and looked Carlisle squarely in the eye. “I don’t know if that’s changed. I’ve never talked about my transformation, what brought me to the Volturi, or what made me turn my back on Aro.” Y/N paused, carefully considering her next words. “I feel like I don’t talk about it because that makes it real. Real—what happened on the day of my transformation, what makes me resent this place. It makes the pain real. You know, Carlisle, when you live this long, you either repress your feelings or bury them.”

“Which is the case for you?”

“I buried them, because if I hadn’t, I would have been destroyed and taken everyone I loved—and even those I loved deep down inside—down with me.”

Carlisle gently took Y/N’s hand in his, encouraging her to continue.

“I had a beautiful life. A husband, a child, and a future. But it all vanished before my eyes in the blink of an eye.”

Y/N paused and shook her head. She hated that dull feeling that squeezed her lungs. But she couldn’t cry—yet another thing her vampire existence had taken from her.

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Carlisle nodded.

After a brief silence, Y/N looked at him again. “The gray wolf—in that form, he looked like someone I knew. Someone who meant a great deal to me.”

Carlisle studied his old friend closely. He observed her face, the pain hidden within it.

“If you want to leave, then go, Y/N. I’ll never hold this against you. It wasn’t fair of me to bring you here.” The vampire shook her head. “It’s been centuries; I have to face this at some point. Besides, Jasper may be good, but I’m better. After all, I trained the Volturi newborns and know how dangerous they can really become.” “We don’t even know if the Volturi have anything to do with this.” “Even if they don’t, I have a feeling these newborns are being trained solely to destroy, just like the ones I had to train.”

“I’ll be forever grateful to you.” “You’re like a brother to me, Carlisle. Your family is mine, too.”

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Y/N stood in the clearing, waiting with the Cullens. She had resolved to shut off all her emotions; she was old and had trained herself to do so over the centuries, so it couldn’t be that hard.

‘I don’t know if you want to know this. The gray wolf—his name is Paul Lahote. He imprinted on you.’ Y/N smiled; she’d figured he’d done that—otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken a single step forward.

‘Let me guess—as a wolf, he’s overjoyed to have a walking corpse as his imprint?’

Edward looked at her in astonishment. “You’re smiling?” “Because it won’t change anything, Edward. I’ll leave town the moment your soulmate is out of danger.” Before Edward could say anything, they heard a whimper behind them. Edward looked behind himself while Y/N walked into the center of the clearing.

“So now that everyone’s here, we can begin.” Y/N clapped her hands and, together with Jasper, began explaining the basics.

The whole time, Y/N had to make sure her eyes didn’t wander back to Paul.

She wondered what he looked like in human form. Did he look somewhat like him, or even exactly like him? The vampire tried with all her might to concentrate on the training, but she couldn’t manage it. Whenever Jasper noticed that Y/N was drifting off into her thoughts, he took over, and stepped back when she was present again.

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“I figured you’d come back.”

“You know who I am, right?”

Y/N was standing at the cemetery entrance once again; once again, her hand was on the gate’s knob, and once again, she hesitated.

“I had my suspicions the first time I saw you. A legend that was never told.”

Y/N laughed sadly, “It’s too dark to tell by the campfire. A sad chapter that ruined everything in an otherwise beautiful book.”

“Why don’t you go inside? You’re standing here again, looking down at the gate.”

“I’m afraid of what I’ll find there. What year is inscribed on their stones. Because I know you’ve modernized them all to honor your ancestors.”

“You won’t just find theirs there—you’ll find yours, too.” Y/N looked at him sharply. “He knew I wasn’t dead.” She paused, a bitter sound escaping her lips. She hated how her life had turned out, and yet she would choose this path again and again—it was the only way she could protect those she loved.

Y/N looked at Billy one last time, then saw Sam and the others approaching from a distance. In their human forms.

“I was right.” Billy looked at her in confusion, surprised that Y/N was still standing there. “Right about what?” ” The vampire focused on Paul; she would have recognized him anywhere. Her gaze turned pained. Even Billy, who didn’t know why she was looking that way, felt a deep ache in his heart. “He looks exactly like him, even in human form.” Billy followed her gaze and understood; when he turned back to Y/N, she had vanished again.

Billy exhaled in frustration.

“Did she disappear again?” Sam looked at Billy curiously. “Yes, but now I know for sure that it’s her and that I was right.” “Right about what?” “She’s someone whose story began like a fairy tale but turned into her worst nightmare.” Billy looked closely at each and every one of the wolves. “Don’t keep us in suspense, Dad!” Jake looked at his father with annoyance.

“You’ll find out soon enough—by the campfire tomorrow night. And if you run into her again at noon, invite her over.” “Billy, you’ve lost your mind! A vampire by the campfire!” Paul stepped forward. “She’s your imprint, whether you want to accept it or not. But you should feel honored that, of all the wolves, you imprinted on her! You’ll understand—you all will!”

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“What an honor. No wolf form?” Y/N didn’t look away from the sight before her.

“You’re the only vampire who dares to stand so openly at La Push.”

“What are you going to do? Tear me to pieces, in front of everyone else? I was wandering this beach long before any of you were even born, so please spare me your lectures. Whatever’s been agreed between you and the Cullens doesn’t apply to me! Not when this was my home.”

Paul looked at Y/N in astonishment. “Your home?” She closed her eyes; she didn’t know if she could look at him. Not here, not in the same place where she’d first seen him—the one who shared a face with Paul.

“He hasn’t told you yet?” ” “No, Billy wanted you to come to the campfire. He was going to tell us there.” Y/N nodded.

She wanted to leave, but Paul held her by the arm. Y/N looked at his hand on her arm. “Why have you been avoiding my gaze ever since the first time?” “Why do you care? You despise me because of what I am. You despise the fact that I’m the very one you’ve imprinted on, and I understand you. I’d hate fate too if it bound me to something I hate more than anything.”

“I’m trying to hate you, but I can’t.”

The vampire still wouldn’t look at him. Her gaze remained fixed on his hand on her arm.

Paul closed his eyes. It hurt him; he was confused. Confused by his feelings, hurt that she wasn’t looking at him.

He took a deep breath in and out, took her cheek in his hand, not flinching at the coldness of her skin. Paul turned her face toward him, forcing Y/N to turn her body and head toward him. His left hand gripped her arm more tightly; his right hand literally clenched against her cheek when he realized she had closed her eyes.

“Please,” Paul whispered, so softly that only she could hear him, “look at me. Just look me in the eyes once.”

Paul and Y/N stood only a few centimeters apart. She could feel his breath on her forehead. Slowly, she lifted her face, keeping her eyes closed. She felt his breath glide slowly over her face with every millimeter she turned her face toward him.

Paul watched her closely.

“I can’t look at you,”

Y/N tried, but it didn’t work.

Paul was disappointed. But he’d made up his mind; he had a feeling his Imprint wouldn’t let him get this close to her in the near future. He knew she would rebuild her walls, higher than when he’d first met her.

Even though Y/N had her eyes closed, Paul moved closer to her lips.

Y/N froze. She knew what he was planning, but she knew it would break her. With all her strength, she pulled away from him.

“I can’t, I’m sorry.”

“Did I what??” He stops moving altogether, distress clearly evident in his entire body. 

“Jake came home and told me everything. Did you??” 

“Are you shitting me?” 

“Look neither of us is getting any younger and if you’ve got “tea” I need you to spill it” 

“I was worried about you! I nearly had a god-dammed heart attack. Billy!!” 

“Sorry? So did you or not” 

“Goodbye Billy”

“I’m just gonna text her and ask”

“Be my freaking guest” 

He slams his finger on the hang-up button and hands you your phone, it’s already starting to buzz repeatedly and if it wasn’t yours, Charlie so would have thrown it.

“Is he okay?” You hesitate, sounding just as worried as he was. He sighs and smiles a little… because that’s sweet of you and reaches out for you. 

“Oh that asshole is wonderful” He puts his hands on your hips and you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down closer to you “Jake told him what happened… and he wanted to know if you and I showered together” 

The way he says it is utterly hilarious, he wants to cringe himself into the earth while simultaneously shouting from the rooftops that whilst he didn’t shower with you because that so would have sent him to an early grave, he washed your back for you and over the round globe of your ass, causing shivers to run down your spine. 

He could give you something to shiver about. 

You roll your eyes and finally pull away from him and grab your phone from the couch “You want me to tell him the truth?” 

“Nah, mess with his head a bit” 

You rub your hands together evilly and he chuckles and sits back on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table. He slouches down and sighs, letting his head rest against the back and you climb into his lap again, straddling him while tossing your hair over your shoulder and putting your arms back around his neck. 

“You asked me to remind you to go to the store before you fell asleep again” 

You nuzzle your nose against his face and he smiles, sliding his hands under your shirt and squeezing your sides, he was feeling a bit bolder now that he’d had time to think about things with you… which was only about two hours but that was really all he needed.

“Yeah, I guess I did say that huh?” You sit in his lap properly and lean into him and he pats your thigh "Did you want to come with?"

"Are you sure you want to be seen around town with a young thing like me?" You bat your eyelashes and Charlie snorts

"Young thing huh?"

"What if people talk? What would they say about the Chief of Police running around with- with um-"

"A cheap little floozy?" He supplies, he shakes his head, letting it fall back on the couch in exasperation

"Exactly! I probably cost you like 200 bucks or something"

"$200?? Oh honeybee, You'd set me back at least 6, maybe even 7"

Your mouth pops open and he chuckles, his hand slides higher up your thigh and you feel the blush creeping up your neck 

“Charlie Swan. What kind of services are you asking for??” You demand to know, in your best posh, middle-aged lady, who won’t mind her own damn business voice.

“The privilege to make you squirm on my mouth”

Your eyes go wide and he starts snickering, your jaw falls slowly and he grins widely, patting your thigh again. 

“You all set to go? Wanna change your panties before we leave?” 

You get up from his lap with a defiant little hair toss, two can play at this game. 

“I’m not wearing any.” 

Charlie hasn’t felt this much domestic bliss in a long time. You’re reading off his list and he’s grabbing things for you and putting them in the cart, he even grabs those fruit snacks you mentioned really liking but hadn’t had in a while. 

He starts to regret bringing you along eventually after you’ve decided that every time he bends down to grab something off a shelf you have to smack his butt. He catches your hand on the last one and you squeal with laughter and try to yank away from him but he just pulls you into his chest. 

“You know I’m going to get you back for this right?” 

“You know? You don’t seem the type” 

You’re taunting him even more and he’s definitely coming to the end of his already short rope. He sighs and looks to the side for a second, putting his hands on his hips. 

“I don’t seem the type huh?” 

Suddenly he whirls you around, pushing you into the shelf behind you and covering your mouth. You squeak in surprise as he holds your wrists pinned to your back. 

“Are you forgetting my occupation honeybee? I can get a little rough when I need to” 

You feel that familiar bulge brushing against your ass and your breath catches in your lungs. His hand slides from your mouth to your throat and he squeezes lightly 

“You wanna keep pestering me? I’ll give you a tour of the lovely inside of the Forks County jail. Gonna use your sweet little cunt in exchange for your freedom, you’ll look so pretty with your tits pressed into those bars”

He keeps you pressed there a moment longer before letting your arms go and turning you back toward the cart with a little pat on your butt. 

“Good girl” 

You don’t touch him after that and he thinks it’s the most hilarious thing in the entire world. 

“So what are you making anyway?” Your tone is a little softer, a little more controlled and he looks back at you, tossing a container of ricotta into the cart 

“Lasagna… you feelin’ okay?” 

He pulls you gently away from the cart and cups your cheeks, he tilts your head around getting a good look at you and you blush. 

“I’m totally fine” 

He looks a bit skeptical and kisses your forehead 

“Are you sure?… I wasn’t- I wasn’t too rough earlier, was I? Because honeybee I was just messing around and-“

“Charlie, how freaking long has it been since you turned a woman on? Or rather, how long has it been since you’ve realized that you turned a woman on??” 

You can just imagine the long line of ladies he’s accidentally overlooked or completely read wrong and you know Billy has probably put his head through a wall a billion and one times at this point because you’re right there with him. 

His cheeks turn pink and there’s the shy, soft, Charlie you know. You stand on your toes and kiss his cheek. 

“Good boy” 

He follows after you like a lost puppy after that and you’re giggling to yourself. Sometimes his shyness got the better of him and it was nothing short of endearing. 

You’re going through the list together to make sure you remember everything when Charlie’s neighbor, Mrs. Kendall flags down his attention. She stops next to your cart and puts on her sweetest smile. 

“Well if it isn’t Chief Swan!” Barbara places her hand on Charlie’s arm and you zero in on it, but keep quietly to the side 

“Oh, hey Barbara” He awkwardly rubs the back of his head “How’s Tom?”

“Oh, he’s fine. Busy golfing, like always” She rolls her eyes “You know! If you’re not busy later why don’t you come over for dinner? I’m making a casserole and he’s got a poker game tonight” 

“I’m sorry, Barbara I can’t. I’ve kinda got plans for tonight…” He turns back to you and your eyes widen and you awkwardly put the bottle of avocado oil back on the shelf 

“Hi, I'm Y/N” You shake her hand and she has the audacity to eye you up and down. 

“Barbara Kendall. Are you one of Bella’s little friends? Is she back in town Charlie? I’d love to see her” 

“I’m actually friends with Alice Cullen” You interrupt her and she gives you another look like you don’t look like you’re friends with someone like them. 

“Alice? Oh… she’s a nice girl. A bit odd, but nice. Are all of the Cullen’s having dinner at your house?”

There’s the fishing for information to tell her bridge club that you’d been waiting for.

“Uhhh.. No” Charlie looks so painfully uncomfortable “Just Y/N” 

She blinks between the two of you for a second and you can see her slowly putting it together

“Like a date??” She seems so off-put by the idea and you’re about ready to rip her fake blonde hair out. Because if there’s one thing people aren’t gonna freaking do it’s make Charlie feel bad for having freaking feelings for someone. 

Before you can shove her back into the boxed cake mix Charlie steps in front of you a little

“Yeah, a date. Y/N is my girlfriend” 

You don’t allow the shock to show on your face at being called his girlfriend, instead you just giggle deliriously and wrap your arms around his waist. You rest your head against his back and he puts his hand over yours. 

“Well, we have to get going. It was nice seeing you, tell Tom to stop by to pick up his hunting rifle” 

Charlie leads you over to the checkout, and you stay clinging to him, he pulls you around to the front and kisses your head while “Gavin” rings you up.

“Girlfriend huh?” you murmur, your chin on his chest and he blushes 

“It was just to get her off your back… I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable” 

“So you don’t? Want to be my boyfriend? I don’t know I just kinda thought we had something going-“ You start to pull away a little and he yanks you right back 

“No! No I- I want to be your boyfriend, Y/N. I really do” 

You squeal excitedly and stand on your toes, pecking his lips 

“You just got yourself a girlfriend Charlie Swan”

He kisses you back, and it’s softer but you can feel the aching hunger behind it and it sends a chill down your spine. 

“I’ll tell Billy tomorrow so he doesn’t force Jake to bring him immediately and ruin our dinner” 

“We could always drop by there on the way home…” 

“You know that’s incredibly not on the way home right?” He cups your face and kisses you again and you melt into his chest, placing your hands on his arms 

“No I didn’t know that, but we could do it anyway” You mutter dreamily and he smirks. 

“Excited are we?” 

“That I get to say Charlie Swan is my boyfriend? Hell yes” you wriggle excitedly and he pushes your face away making you laugh into his hand. 

“You’re embarrassing me” 

“Oh you should have thought about that about five minutes ago buddy” You wrap your arms around his waist and go back to clinging to him and he rolls his eyes and turns away from you. 

Gavin doesn’t miss his little smile when he hands him the cash. 

He also doesn’t miss the bleach aisle when he goes to wash his eyeballs out.

You don’t stop by Billy’s because Charlie tells you all about how you will absolutely definitely be staying there for six hours at least so he can have every single detail. He just wants to take you home and cook for you. 

Which admittedly sends a lightning bolt straight to his heart. 

He gets you to take you home, and cook for you. He gets to take his girlfriend home and make dinner for her. 

You smile to yourself when you can see how giddy he feels about it all but you don’t comment on it, you just keep your head on his shoulder and your hands clasped around his. 

He doesn’t let you carry any of the bags into the house, there’s not many anyway but he just wants to be a gentleman and somehow that equals smacking his butt again while he’s defenseless and he kicks at you while you squeal and run away.  

You sit down at the table and help him do things even if he keeps smacking your hands and taking things away and eventually, he lets you keep watch over the tomatoes while he gets a couple other things ready. 

You narrow your eyes at the pan and he smirks, coming to stand between your legs. You’d hopped up onto the counter and got comfy, you scrunched your nose at him with a little smirk when you caught him staring at your thighs. 

“I don’t think they’re gonna do anything honeybee you don’t have to stare at them like they’re gonna jump from the pan” 

“They might decide to revolt or something I don’t know” You shrug and he leans forward and captures your lips, your heart jumps into your throat and you kiss him back. Your hands come up and hold onto his shirt and he grins, tilting your head back and slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

Your brain completely short circuits while his tongue wraps around yours, easily dominating you. You whimper and greedily pull his shirt closer and he grins against your lips before reluctantly pulling away.

“Why don’t you go into the living room hm? Put your feet up, and get comfy. This won’t take long to prepare and I’ll come join you and we can just hang out while it cooks”

“O-okay” You slide dizzily off the counter and he pats your butt to get you moving into the living room.

“Good girl”

“Got about an hour or so to kill” Charlie plops down on the couch and watches you nervously pacing, he raises an eyebrow at that, waiting for you to just spit it out.

You stop in front of him “Can we-“ 

He watches you cower back down and shake your head, threading your fingers together nervously. 

“Never mind” 

He slowly takes a sip of his beer, eyes following you as you begin pacing again and he sighs, finally taking pity on you. 

“You know you can ask me anything right? I’ll listen to whatever you need to say and I’ll sup-“

“Can we go down to the station?” You finally blurt it out and he stops for a second, his beer halfway to his mouth as he gestures with it 

“Uhhh no one is there sooo I guess? Why? You need somethin'?” He’s thoroughly confused and that makes you want to rip your freaking hair out. 

He’s the one who put the idea in your head. 

“I just- I uh…” you look away, mumbling just under your breath “I want a tour.” 

“You want a tour? I mean… why don’t we go af-“ 

It finally freaking dawns on him and you can feel the heat traveling up your neck and blooming across your cheeks. He checks his watch, considering if there’s enough time to get down there and back in time.

“Lemme make a phone call” 

15 minutes later you’re practically vibrating in the front seat of the squad car. Charlie is giving Jacob explicit instructions on what to do with the lasagna and anything that might come up while you’re gone. He’s writing everything down with an exasperated look and you’re snickering the whole time. 

Finally, Charlie freaking leaves him and gets into the squad car with you. You’re sitting there, one leg crossed over the other, your body angled toward him… and wearing an incredibly revealing tank top he’s fighting not to ogle you in. 

“Where the hell did you get that?” 

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to” You grin and sit back, batting your eyelashes at him. 

The drive to the station is almost torturously slow, you’re at your third red light when you reach across the center console and place your hand on his thigh. You haven’t even gotten him there and you’re already starting to squirm around in the intense heat that had been building between your thighs. 

“Isn’t there any way we can go faster?” You ask in your most sickly sweet voice and he shifts uncomfortably and you don’t miss the growing bulge in his pants that brushes against your hand 

“Trust me, if there was I’d take it” 

His hands flex on the steering wheel and you bite your lip, your pulse quickening 

“I mean… you could always-“ 

“Aw hell” 

He flips on the lights before you even finish your sentence and you squeal and throw your hands in the air as he takes off from the red light. 

“Oh yeah, baby! Breakin, the law!!” 

 Charlie isn’t exactly thrilled with this blatant disregard for the law… but then you’re at the station and you get out of the squad car and drape yourself dramatically against it and he can’t bring himself to care, especially when his hips grind into yours perfectly at this angle. 

Who was going to tell on him?

He yanks you into the station and you look around for a second 

“OOooO do you have an office? Can I see it??” You wander around and he tugs on your hand 

“Over here” 

Charlie’s desk is way cleaner than you ever expected it to be. Everything is perfectly in order and it’s clear he runs a tight ship.

“You know, I’m a little disappointed” You turn to him with a little grin and he purses his lips. 

“And why’s that?” 

“I really wanted to shove the papers off your desk” 

He barks out a laugh and grabs your hips, you immediately wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you onto the desk and presses his lips to yours. He’s too drawn to your warmth, the softness of your skin, that sweet perfume that fills his head every time he’s around you to stop and think about what he’s about to do with you. 

He’s going to bust right now if things don’t slow down, but you’re already clawing at his shirt and he’s working on the button of your jeans and he knows there’s no stopping either of you. You work your hips out of your pants and he pulls away from you, turning you over and pinning you down to the desk.

“Please, please Officer let me go. I promise I won’t speed anymore” 

He rocks his hips against yours, grinding his hard cock against your clothed sex. He can feel the heat of you through the fabric of your panties, and it makes him throb with need. He fights to shove his jeans down and take you right there, but he can wait a moment, he can be patient. He twists your panties in his hand, pulling them hard against your clit and you sob out. 

“Fuck! Charlie!” You gasp and wriggle underneath him and he smacks your ass making you squeak 

“Nuh huh. Bad girls don’t get to use my name. Let’s get you into the lockup” 

He holds you by the back of your arm and leads you through the station in just your tank top and underwear and you’re only slightly disappointed there aren’t any deputies to stare.

The cells are surprisingly clean, which you know actually doesn’t surprise you after seeing his desk, they clearly take pride in their jail. He tosses you in and slams the door shut and you put your hands on the bars, rattling them to get his attention when he turns away. 

“W-wait!! M-maybe I can…bargain for my freedom” 

He turns to look at you, a skeptical look on his face 

“I don’t think you have anything I want honeybee” 

“Oh really?” You hook your fingers in your panties, slowly dragging them down before (awkwardly) getting them around your shoes so they don’t touch the floor (Charlie snickers) and hold them through the bars to him 

“What about these?” 

He comes over and takes them from you, noticing the wet patch on the front and holding them up to his nose. Your eyes widen, and he looks right into them, smirking a little.

“You smell good enough to eat… but I don’t know, I don’t think this is enough” 

He opens the door again and sets his hand on your hip, pushing his hardness against your bare ass. He pulls away a little and you hear the jingle of his belt unbuckling, his pants dropping around his thighs, just enough to free his aching cock, hard and hot and dripping with pre-cum. 

“You gonna be quiet for me?” His lips brush your ear and a shudder goes through you at the feeling of his cock pressing against your entrance. “Don’t need anyone hearing our little arrangement”

“I will be, I promise! I’ll be so quiet” you plead with him, rolling your hips in a little circle against the head. You can feel his cum smear against your hole and you mewl softly. 

Any sort of self-control he had is out the window the moment you make that little sound from the back of your throat. He plunges his cock inside you and you both freeze up.

He’s never, ever, felt anyone as perfect and silky as you are and you’ve never felt anyone as thick and full as he is. He fills you practically perfectly and you’re melting into the bars beneath him, holding onto them for dear life. 

“Hoooly shit” You curse and he presses his chest into your back, lying his head on your shoulder for a second

“Jesus Christ I’m gonna bust right now”

“That makes two of us” You pant out, wriggling underneath him and he has to hold your hips steady, he knew you’d be good, he knew you’d feel so good wrapped around his cock, he just had no idea it was going to be this good. 

“I knew you’d be the perfect fuck” He mumbles in your ear “But goddamn honeybee I didn’t think you’d be this good. Almost makes a man wanna put a ring on that finger” 

Charlie groans, his hips starting to move in a steady rhythm as he begins to fuck you hard and fast, he doesn’t know any other way at this point. He wanted to savor your first time together but shit if he wasn’t already close to finishing. The bars creak and shake with each rough thrust and the noises you’re making are better than any video he’s ever seen late at night.

He grips your hips tighter and works you on his cock, moaning in your ear while he watches your tits bounce and your face contort in pleasure. He reaches a hand around your waist and finds your clit and you’re seeing stars. All you can do is whimper and moan in response to the dirty things he breathes in your ear, all the degrading names he calls you while watching you take him deeper with each thrust.

“I think I’m in love” You giggle deliriously and that seems to spark a fire in Charlie, if it was even possible to do so even more than you had, he pulls you away from the bars and tosses you down on the bed. You barely have time to recover from the sudden change of direction because he’s already behind you, propping your ass up in the air and knocking the wind out of you as he thrusts back in. 

You grip the edge of the bed, your fingers digging into the fabric when he lifts his leg and braces himself on the bed. It creaks loudly but you’re not even worried about it breaking, you’re too involved in the way this man is absolutely rearranging your guts. 

“C-Charlie I’m so close” You pant into the blankets, your knees spreading apart further as you sink down deeper.

“Fuck, so am I honeybee” He reaches around your waist, keeping that same bruising pace while his fingers find your clit. Your entire body jolts in pleasure and you let out a whining noise as you cum on his cock, milking him for every single drop. He lets out a deep moan and finishes inside you, the image of him fucking his cum into you burned into his brain permanently, watching the way your pussy grips his cock with each thrust. 

It’s a bit of a squeeze but Charlie lies next to you on the bed, most of your body is on top of him now as you both try and catch your breath.

“I need a cigarette after that” He mumbles, running his hand through his sweaty hair and you snuggle against him and get comfy.

“I think I have a little something better.” 

There is no doubt about it.

You and Emmett are best friends. 

Charlie watches you with a deep frown on his face while you expertly roll the joint on his kitchen table. 

Jacob was more than glad to leave when you two got home, he took one look at your disheveled appearance and gave Charlie 2 hours to tell his dad what happened before he mentioned it. You made your way upstairs for a quick shower while Charlie finished off the garlic bread and started plating the food. 

“So… in theory” 

He rolled his eyes as soon as you said that because he just knew it was gonna be good.

“In theory?” He sets your plate in front of you as you take your seat, he can tell you’ve got something in your hands and he’s curious already. 

“Would you arrest your girlfriend?” 

He blinks at you for a second, what the hell would he need to arrest you for? 

“For what?” 

“Contraband.” You tease, and he puts his hands on his hips.

“It depends on the contraband I s’pose… if it’s something that can harm you honeybee, I wouldn’t hesitate to take it. Why? You ‘bout to pull a gun out of your ass?” 

You toss your head back with a snort and then sit up in your chair

“God no! I don’t own a gun anyway… This is just… something to relax with.”

“Jesus. I’m not gonna arrest you for some weed.” He rolls his eyes again because how lame do you think he is?? 

“What if it was coke?” Your eyes light up and he blanches.

“Excuse me?” 

“It’s just a question!” 

“Y/N I would literally throw your ass back in that jail right now. That’s not funny!” 

“It’s a little funny!!” You drop your little baggy on the table and reach in your purse for your little “rolly paper thingies” “I wouldn’t do cocaine Charlie… that’s, a bit intense for me. This is more my speed” You shake the bag and Charlie sits down with a sigh, he puts his chin in his hands and looks at you.

“Good, because I’d have your ass for that” 

“I dare you to steal some from the evidence locker” You put your little setup out and he scoffs. 

“And I dare you to go steal Rosalie’s Mercedes” 

He’s still got that frown on his face as you get up with your lighter and come over to him, he pushes his chair back and you straddle his lap, placing soft kisses on his jawline.

“Would you like the honors?” You pull away and light it, then toss the lighter onto the table. 

“Of?” He sets his hands on your hips and you smile and wiggle your fingers 

“First hit?” 

“It's your contraband” He teases while trailing kisses down your neck “You go ahead” 

Charlie thought you were sexy before, but you put the joint to your lips and took a little puff before turning to him and kissing him, letting the smoke go from your mouth to his. You moan softly before he pulls away and tilts his head back, blowing the smoke out slowly. 

“That was… interesting” You murmur and hold it up to his lips. He takes a hit and kisses you again, passing it back. 

“This is not how this whole date thing was supposed to go” He whispers and grabs you, his fingertips dig into the plush of your hips and you know it’s going to leave bruises. You keep sharing the joint with him, back and forth, soon those kisses start to become more intense and your body starts heating up again.

“Yeah, but I’m thrilled it did” 

Either you’re a lightweight or this is some serious stuff because he can already see you getting a little hazy. It’s probably both he supposes. 

“So am I” 

Two hours and almost a whole pan of lasagna later, Charlie’s phone rings. He slaps his hand on the couch from the floor and you squeak when it comes into contact with your bare chest.

“Hey! Watch those paws!!” 

He purposely gropes you for a moment and you giggle, pushing his hand away each time it comes back for you. He’s so distracted by your chest that he misses the phone call.

Twice.

On the third time, he finally manages to pull away from you long enough to reach the side of you for it.

He’d left it there after taking multiple pictures. 

“Charlie residence. Swan speaking” 

You burst into giggles and roll over on the couch to bury your face in the cushions and he clears his throat.

“Swan, uh- It’s Charlie what’s up” 

“I know who it is, I called you” 

He can hear the eye roll. 

“What do you want?” Charlie sits back against the ottoman and watches the way your ass jiggles with each movement. Eventually, you roll onto your tummy and he just admires your curves, fully, unapologetically. 

“Hello?? Charlie?? I asked if Y/N was still there. I wanted to come over” 

“Oh! Um… yeah I think she’s still here” He pulls his phone away from his ear 

“You’re still here right?” He whispers yells and you nod fast, well it’s more like your head weirdly flopping 

“Yeah, I’m still here!” 

“Okay she says she’s still here” Charlie brings his phone back and Billy sounds positively exasperated.

“Why are you acting so weird??” 

“I’m not acting weird” Charlie shakes his head a little and pinches the bridge of his nose “I’m not- I’m fine. Uh- I’m good.” 

“You don’t sound good, you sound like you’re freaking high. When is she gonna leave?” 

“When are you gonna leave?” Charlie asks and you look at him, suddenly little tears prick in the corners of your eyes.

“D-do you want me to leave?” 

“What?? No! No of course not honeybee!” Charlie sets his phone down, bumping the speaker button. 

He cups your face and kisses you and you push yourself up on your hands and kiss him back. One hand starts to slide down your shoulder and over your hip and you purr happily. 

“You can stay here forever and ever” He mumbles against your lips.

“Charlie.”

“Really?? You mean it??” You squeak excitedly and he starts to push you back on the couch more.

“Yeah I mean it, I got the space” 

“Charlie.”  It’s more pointed this time. 

“Do you hear that??” you whisper and look around suddenly nervously and he looks at you. 

“I didn’t wanna say it if you didn’t” 

“I’m on the couch.” 

You both stare down at the phone and blink slowly, you squint your eyes and pick it up. 

“Billy?? Billy are you there?? Where’s your wheelchair? Why are you so tiny? How did you get in here?!” 

You knock on the phone screen and he sighs, long and low. 

“Y/N? Have you ever met a man named Fang?” 

Your mouth drops open “How did you know that??” 

“Because that man has the purest drugs I know of”

“Drugs??” Charlie has stopped staring at the growing purple stain on the carpet and is finally back to the conversation. 

“Where?” 

“Yup okay. So I’m gonna be there in about half an hour? Maybe 45 minutes. Are you decent?” 

“I don’t know, I’d like to think I’m a good person” You sigh and hold your cheek in your hand “But sometimes, I can be too petty and that’s something I think I need to work on.” 

The line is silent. 

“Okay so, No. Cool. Listen I’m just gonna make a quick call okay? And then I’ll see you guys soon okay?” 

“Okay!!” You perk up and wave at the phone “Bye!! I love you!” 

“I love you too sweetheart” 

“I love you too man” Charlie adds “I just need you to know that, I don’t say it often but I mean it. You’re my best friend you know? I really love you. And I really love Jake, tell him that okay? He’s like a son to me… I always wanted a son. Not that I don’t love Bella, I mean she’s my world…. But you know a son would have been cool so I’m glad I have Jacob.” 

“God I wish I was recording this conversation. I’ll tell him, love you too Charlie, bye.” 

Carlisle Cullen shows up 10 minutes later to force you two into clothes before Billy and Jacob come to take care of you. He’d seen the behinds of almost every person in forks so he was just the person to call over. You made him swear up and down and all around and over a chocolate chip cookie that he wouldn’t tell any of the others what was going on and he agreed, biting back a laugh as you put your head through your armhole and sat there for a full 30 seconds wondering why it wouldn’t go on. 

When Jake and Billy show up, you’re in bed with Charlie, passed out together and snuggled into his side. His arms are wrapped tightly around you and he’s getting the best sleep of his life. 

“You know, I think that Cullen girl was right” Billy looks at the photo Jake took of the two of you for him. 

“Oh?”