Says Knockout as he and Starscream continue their futile argument. It’s been hours since everyone got back to base but half the time for the two to find a problem with one another. There’s less chaos than usual, nothings broken and only a few medbay tools being thrown around, and you have to commend them on their self control, granted it might be because you were here and was deemed a “fleshling” among the first encounter with the decepticons. But after months of settling in with the supposedly “tyrants of the galaxy”, arguments have become a normal occurrence.
“Of course they’ll take my side, it’s only fit for the second in command of the future leader of the decepticons!” Starscream boasts.
“Second in command?! That was supposed to be my rank!”
“Geez, they’ve been at it for hours. How’d we even get here in the first place? …I better tell lord Megatron.” Y/N mumbled worriedly. Without another word they sneak off to the command center hopeful in their search of finding the leading tin can of the bunch.
“You can’t just give away my position and- huh? Where’d they go?” Knockout, who has finally come to his senses, notice the absence of a certain earthling. They both pause to look around the medbay in hopes of finding out where their little friend has disappeared to but have no luck. Only then have they realized that the door is open and that can mean only one thing:
“THEY’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED-“
“THEY’RE GONNA TELL LORD MEGATRON MY PLAN-“
Both Cons halt and send each a puzzled look with their red optics, deeply disturbed by the others programming. Starscream is the first to gather his thoughts and start to hightail it towards the command center, Knockout quick on his tail.
When reaching the command center, neither bot successfully scanned for Lord Tin Can or the tiny human. This quickly sent them into panic mode. They made it their goal to find Y/N before anything bad could happen. As they zipped through the ship, the two boys stumbled upon the throne room, and to Knockout’s surprise and Starscream’s horror, there in the middle of the room sat the very individual they were looking for. Turns out Y/N ventured off to find Lord Megatron but instead of the worst possible outcome, the tiny human has set up fort on the shoulder of their fearsome leader.
After closer inspection, the tiny human was complaining about their two robot buddies, calling them overgrown, childish rust buckets who in their eyes ‘can’t keep the peace for too long’. Whilst eating away at a tub of ice cream and being comforted by their Overlord, who in turn, threatens to dismantle the Cons if they can’t get it together.
While staring at the scene that has captivated them, the duo suddenly doesn’t know if they should be more scared of the threat or the display in front of them.
Knockout turns to Starscream and quietly states:
“If you would’ve just agreed with me this wouldn’t be happening.” While Knockout then proceeds to high tail it out of there.
Cue an angry Starscream, ready to dismantle the street race fanatic decepticon.
Sometimes things can go horribly wrong when one bad move or decision is made… but in your case… things started in a bad way.
You were the daughter of Doji, leader of Dark Nebula… and that meant that you weren’t really liked by anybody including your own parents. Your father had sent you away to a different country, saying you were useless and had no value at all.
“Who would imagine that one mistake would lead to such a worthless creature being born.”
“I’m… I’m sorry, sir.”
“Get out of my sight. Your weakness is disgusting. Hopefully after you leave you’ll never bother me again.”
What Doji didn’t know was that two days before you left, you met a boy named Ryuga… he was arrogant and made you feel horrible until you couldn’t control yourself and slapped him in the face before running off crying.
It was on that same day that your mother vanished, leaving you her bey and a letter where she loudly proclaimed her hatred for you and Doji… your mother’s bey was called “Raging Banshee”, it was a bey that your mother hated as much as she hated you, claiming the bey to be cursed and to be able to predict death just like a banshee.
When you left your homeland, you practiced every day with your bey, not only to become strong… but to understand better why a bey was called “cursed”. It soon turned out that the Banshee could someohow see the future movements of your oppoenets and that gave you the advantage to win any fight. Although, it’s special ability “The Banshee’s Kiss” had a side effect on your body, causing you to have strong illusions after a fight and become extremely weak.
Meanwhile, after Doji helped Ryuga obtain El Drago… he began finding victims to feed to the dark power of the bey. And then he remembered you… he thought that now, you might be a good offering to El Drago’s power. And so he ordered for you to be brought back.
As soon as you entered Dark Nebula’s headquarters and met with your father once again, you told him off and demanded to be sent back to the country he had thrown you off. Suddenly, there were news of Ryuga’s condition, He was reacting to something and that picked Doji’s curiousity. He dragged you to the room where Ryuga was resting and when he threw you over, it seemed like he sort of… calmed down?
For a few weeks you were not allowed to leave Ryuga’s side… whenever you moved away, a reaction would be triggered and you would get in trouble… you had learnt of El Drago’s power and you didn’t want your bey to become a meal. That’s why you didn’t fight back… why you only spoke coldly and degraded your father to a truly remarkable point.
All that changed however when Gingka and his friends came to Dark Nebula… when Ryuga woke up. The second he was up, he looked at you and smilled wickedly.
“Long time no see… we’ll need to chat later on.” He said before leaving… that however, was all you needed to finally escape.
One of the results of your actions was… that both Ryuga and Doji were pissed when they realized you were gone. They searched for you everywhere… and when you decided to ally yourself with Gingka, hell came to earth.
All it took was you being alone for a moment before you were dragged back to the clutches of those horrible people.
Ryuga had changed a bit… he was still arrogant and a jerk, yet he made sure that no one direspected you or made you feel miserable. You didn’t know why, nor were you really interested in knowing. Despite Doji’s desire to feed your power to El Drago, Ryuga never fought you, instead he kept you around him at all times and made sure to keep an eye on you.
“You’re being too slow, hurry it up.”
“Why should I?”
“The sooner we end with this nonsense the sooner we can go back.”
“You make it sound like we’re actually on friendly terms.” You hissed and he turned to glare at you.
“Just do as I say.”
For a very long time that’s how things went on, Ryuga dragging you around for no good reason, making sure you had no way to escape and no one to run off to. You were given a seat at the front as you watched bladers loose to Ryuga, every time he would say that you were lucky and that you should be gratefull… and one, just like in the past, you snapped.
“Why the hell do I have to stay here with you?! What do you need me for?!”
“You just suddenly decided to ask?” Ryuga asked mockingly.
“ Don’t avoid my questions you arrogant jerk! Tell me why the hell do I even need to be around you and see you act like a monster!”
Those words seemed to hit a nerve. Ryuga came closer and then grabbed you be the shoulder bringing you closer to him… he stared at you for a few seconds before he forced his lips on you. You tried to move away but then both of his hands wrapped around your waist. When he finally let go, he was smilling.
“Because I own you.”
“I am not a thing!”
“Then blame yourself for leaving an impression.” He said and you just growled.
Things got worse as the dark energy of El Drago took over him, he never used force on you but one day, he just locked you up.He would come daily and stay with you for hours, telling you about how much you shocked him that night before you were sent away. About how pretty your eyes had been even when filled with tears… and about how you were the only one that deserved to be at his side.
When he was defeated, you had no news of him for a while. Thinking that it was over you began living a normal life… until one night, he returned. You were sleeping peacefully but woke up to the sound of footsteps outside your bedroom door. When the door opened and you saw him, you glared and took your bey ready to fight… you fought Ryuga but lost… and then he grabbed your hand, dragging you with him to wherever he traveled. You tried to escape many times but he always found you, he would shout that you were his and that you were meant to be at his side… he never said that he loved you, yet he showed it in his own way. At night he would wrap his hands around you and pull you closer, making sure you were warm and well. He would defeat people who would insult or flirt with you when you were in crowded areas… he even became sexually invested in you, claiming that you alone could have the right to be in the dragon’s heart.
“You cannot leave because you belong here, wherever I go is where you should be.”
“I don’t even like you.”
“You don’t need to. All you have to do is obey me.” He said as he kissed you, he would never admit that he wanted you to like him… he would never admit that he had been a jerk because he had loved you… and you would never learn of how much he truly loved you… of how many bladers would suffer in order for your smile to be his.
Ok ok ok, do one where reader is a fairy, I mean like tinkerbell size, and they need somewhere warm during the winter because they’ve been living in a tree, so they seek refuge in the Cullen household and one of them finds them (I don’t really care who it is so you can pick, but in the end I want all of them to meet the fairy)
✭ summary : (y/n) is a forest fairy that lives nearby the Cullens though she goes unnoticed but as winter rolls by she seeks shelter in their house, again unnoticed well that’s until she is noticed
In the heart of Forks, Washington, nestled deep within the dense forest, there was a place unlike any other. It was a realm of magic, hidden from the eyes of ordinary humans, and only known to those who believed in the extraordinary. This mystical place was home to (Y/N), a fairy of unparalleled beauty and grace.
(Y/N) had lived in the enchanted woods of Forks for as long as she could remember. With her delicate wings shimmering like the morning dew and her emerald eyes sparkling like the ancient trees that surrounded her, she was a vision of ethereal beauty. Her hair, the color of moonlight, cascaded down her back, and her laughter echoed through the forest, filling it with a sense of wonder and enchantment.
The fairy's home was a cozy, ivy-covered cottage nestled beneath the towering cedar trees. Inside, her living room was adorned with delicate crystals that bathed the room in a soft, colorful glow. Books on magic and ancient spells lined the shelves, evidence of her insatiable curiosity about the hidden mysteries of the forest.
But (Y/N)'s life wasn't just about solitude and serenity. She had friends among the woodland creatures, from the mischievous squirrels who would playfully tease her, to the wise old owls who shared their ancient knowledge. She was also known to dance with fireflies on warm summer nights and sing songs that made the flowers bloom with every note.
Her closest companion, however, was a majestic wolf named Luna, who had silvery fur that shimmered like the moon. Luna was not an ordinary wolf; she possessed a deep connection to the fairy and served as her protector in the enchanted woods. Together, they were an inseparable pair, guardians of the mystical secrets that lay hidden in the heart of Forks.
But as peaceful as life seemed, there was an undercurrent of mystery and intrigue in the enchanted woods. Rumors of a long-forgotten prophecy whispered through the leaves, and (Y/N) couldn't shake the feeling that her destiny was entwined with the fate of the forest and the creatures who called it home.
As autumn's vibrant colors gave way to a crisp chill, (Y/N) sensed the approaching winter with a shiver of unease. Her woodland home, though enchanting, was not immune to the harshness of the season. The leaves had fallen from the trees, and a biting wind swept through the forest, making her delicate wings quiver.
Realizing she hadn't prepared herself adequately for the impending cold, (Y/N) knew she had to find shelter. Her small, palm-sized form wouldn't withstand the winter's icy grasp for long. She needed a safe haven, and there was one place that came to mind—the Cullen house.
With a mixture of determination and trepidation, (Y/N) embarked on her journey to the Cullen residence. She fluttered through the forest, her wings beating gracefully against the frigid air, until she reached the edge of the property. She hid among the evergreen branches, observing the house from a distance.
The Cullen house, like its inhabitants, was a mysterious place. It had an aura of elegance and secrecy that intrigued (Y/N) from afar. She knew of the family who resided there, thanks to the whispers of the forest creatures. They were rumored to be different, special in a way that matched the enchantment of Forks' woods.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, (Y/N) darted closer to the house, searching for a hidden entry point. She found a crack in the foundation just wide enough for her to slip through. With a silent prayer to the woodland spirits for guidance, she entered the Cullen home unnoticed.
Inside, the warmth enveloped her like a comforting embrace. It was a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. (Y/N) remained hidden, her tiny form tucked away in the shadows, as she watched the Cullens move about their daily lives, unaware of her presence.
She listened to their conversations and marveled at their beauty and grace. There was something otherworldly about them, much like herself. In this moment, (Y/N) felt a strange kinship with the Cullens, as if fate had brought her here for a reason.
As the days grew shorter and the nights colder, (Y/N) continued to seek refuge in the Cullen house, all the while remaining hidden, her presence a secret known only to the creatures of the forest and the whispering winds. Little did she know that her decision to seek shelter with the Cullens would lead to unexpected encounters and a destiny she could never have imagined.
Days turned into weeks, and (Y/N) continued to find solace in the warmth of the Cullen house, hidden away from their view. She observed their interactions with a mixture of fascination and curiosity, still unsure if revealing herself was the right course of action.
One evening, as (Y/N) perched on a windowsill, peering outside at the falling snowflakes, she heard a soft, melodious voice. It was Esme, the matriarch of the Cullen family, known for her boundless compassion and nurturing spirit. Her voice carried through the house like a soothing lullaby.
Esme had been tending to the grand piano in the living room, her graceful fingers dancing over the keys. The hauntingly beautiful music filled the air, and (Y/N)'s heart swelled with the emotions it evoked.
Drawn by the enchanting melody, (Y/N) fluttered closer, her tiny form hovering just out of sight. Unbeknownst to her, her presence had not gone entirely unnoticed by Esme. The matriarch had a keen intuition that extended beyond the ordinary, a gift that had served her well throughout her long life.
Esme paused in her playing, her golden eyes scanning the room. Her gaze, gentle yet perceptive, landed on the small, hidden fairy.
"Is someone there?" Esme asked, her voice filled with warmth and concern. Her eyes seemed to penetrate the shadows, seeking out the hidden presence.
(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her heart fluttering with uncertainty. But there was something in Esme's gaze, a kindness and understanding, that urged her to reveal herself. With a graceful descent, (Y/N) landed on the edge of the piano, her tiny figure illuminated by the soft glow of the room's lights.
Esme's eyes widened in gentle surprise as she beheld the tiny, radiant fairy before her. Her fingers, once poised over the piano keys, now reached out slowly, as if offering a delicate greeting.
"Hello there," Esme whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "What brings you to our home, dear one?"
(Y/N) hesitated no longer. With a voice as delicate as the rustling leaves, she replied, "I sought shelter from the cold, and your home offered warmth and solace."
A warm smile graced Esme's lips as she extended her hand, allowing (Y/N) to alight upon her palm. "You are most welcome here," Esme said, her golden eyes filled with kindness. "We are a family that embraces the extraordinary, and you, my dear, are indeed extraordinary."
In that moment, (Y/N) knew that her life had taken an unexpected turn. She had found not just refuge from the winter's chill but also a new family, one that saw the magic within her and accepted her as one of their own. And so, her journey with the Cullens began, forging bonds that would change her destiny forever.
With Esme's gentle hand supporting her, (Y/N) felt a sense of belonging she had never known before. The warmth of the Cullen house was not just physical; it emanated from the family's genuine acceptance and kindness. Still nestled in Esme's palm, she couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude.
As (Y/N) perched in Esme's hand, the matriarch made her way through the house, introducing the tiny fairy to each member of the Cullen family. First, they came across Carlisle, the family's patriarch, with his calming presence and golden eyes that mirrored Esme's. He extended a hand, and (Y/N) hopped onto his fingers, offering a delicate curtsy in greeting.
Next were Alice and Jasper, their unique gifts allowing them to sense emotions and foresee outcomes. Alice's infectious enthusiasm and Jasper's serene demeanor made (Y/N) feel at ease. She flitted around them, her presence met with smiles and welcoming gestures.
Edward, the introspective mind-reader of the family, regarded (Y/N) with curiosity and a hint of amusement. He didn't say much, but his presence was enigmatic and intriguing. (Y/N) couldn't help but be captivated by his enigmatic aura.
Rosalie and Emmett, the physically powerful siblings, greeted (Y/N) with hearty laughter and playful banter. They seemed larger than life, their vibrant personalities filling the room.
Lastly, they arrived at the youngest member of the family, Renesmee, a half-human, half-vampire hybrid who possessed an extraordinary ability to communicate with those around her through thought. Renesmee's eyes widened with wonder as she extended her hand, her gentle thoughts reaching out to (Y/N). The fairy fluttered toward her, sharing a moment of unspoken understanding.
Each introduction was met with curiosity, fascination, and an unwavering acceptance. The Cullens, a family of unique individuals with their own supernatural qualities, embraced (Y/N) as one of their own, a living embodiment of the enchantment that surrounded them.
Esme's voice filled the room as she spoke of (Y/N)'s arrival and the circumstances that had brought the tiny fairy into their lives. The family listened with rapt attention, their expressions a mixture of intrigue and empathy.
"You are no ordinary visitor, (Y/N)," Esme said with a smile, her hand cradling the fairy gently. "You are a part of this family now, and we are delighted to have you."
(Y/N) couldn't have asked for a more extraordinary welcome. In the presence of the Cullens, she had found not just shelter from the cold, but a place where her magic was celebrated and her heart had discovered a new home. Her life had taken a remarkable turn, and she knew that her journey with the Cullens was only beginning.
Where the reader is Jasper's twin sister from when he was human. They joined the army at the same time, but his sister went under a different name. During the war, they got separated and both got turned by different vampires. He got turned by Maria. She got turned by an unknown vampire. She also has alternate personality just like how Jasper has the Major. She has the ability to stop anyone from using their powers.
She has long blonde wavy hair and a few inches short than Jasper. They reunited after defeating Victoria when Instead of Jacob killing the newborn, the reader does it instead, but she has her back turned away from everyone when she is done, that is when The Major comes out and demands to know who the reader. She then revels who she is. Garrett is her mate.
✭ pairing : brother jasper hale x reader x mate garrett
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : (y/n) is the twin sister of Jasper hale who snuck off into war, I need the disguise of a male. She could not bare to be separated from her twin, plus she knew exactly all that war entailed but being turned into a strange creature, had not been one of them now centuries later the pair reunited with one another, and the most unlikely way
✭ authors note : to be honest this ended up getting delete it, so I had to rewrite it all over again 
The Cullen family had been preparing for weeks, their supernatural powers honed to a razor's edge. The impending battle against Victoria and her army loomed on the horizon, and time was running out. They had been training tirelessly with Sam's pack, determined to gain the upper hand when the confrontation finally came to Forks.
One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, a new arrival interrupted their rigorous training. Garrett, an old friend of Carlisle, emerged from the shadows. His arrival was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Carlisle had invited him to join the fight due to Garrett's unique abilities – he could charm his opponents with his wits and his striking looks, making him a valuable asset.
"Sorry for being late," Garrett said with a wry grin as he approached Carlisle and the rest of the Cullen family. "My mate wasn't too keen on the idea of joining this little skirmish at first, but I managed to convince her."
Carlisle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is your mate here with you, Garrett?"
Garrett shook his head, a hint of mystery in his eyes. "Not exactly. She's not much of a social person, you see. She's taken to watching your family from afar."
Edward, with his gift of mind reading, looked genuinely surprised. "I can't sense her presence at all. It's as if she doesn't exist."
Garrett chuckled softly. "That's one of her abilities. You won't know she's there unless she wants to be seen."
Carlisle was genuinely impressed. "It must be quite a gift. What kind of abilities does she possess?"
Garrett's gaze turned distant for a moment, a hint of pride in his voice. "She picked up some rather unique skills during her human days as a sniper. Her marksmanship is unparalleled, and she can move with unparalleled stealth. She's a force to be reckoned with, even if you can't see her."
As the Cullen family absorbed this new information, the weight of their impending battle felt slightly lighter. With Garrett's charm and his enigmatic mate's sniper skills, they had an unexpected advantage. The battle against Victoria and her army was approaching, but now they had allies with talents beyond their imagination, lurking in the shadows.
As the days passed, the Cullen family continued their rigorous training under the watchful eyes of Sam's pack and the mysterious presence of Garrett's mate. From the shadows, she observed their every move, her keen eyes missing nothing.
Garrett chuckled as he picked up yet another note left at their doorstep. It had become a routine, these cryptic messages from his unseen mate. "Well, (Y/N) is a sneaky one, aye," he mused, shaking his head in amusement.
Jasper, with his heightened sensitivity to emotions, felt a sudden jolt of surprise. His head snapped toward Garrett, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What did you say her name was?"
Garrett raised an eyebrow at Jasper's reaction. "Her name's (Y/N). Why do you ask?"
Jasper's thoughts raced as he struggled to process the revelation. "She's alive? No, she can't be. It's been centuries."
Confusion rippled through the group as they exchanged puzzled glances. Carlisle stepped forward, concern etched on his face. "Jasper, are you alright? What do you mean, it's been centuries?"
Jasper took a deep breath, his gaze distant as he recounted a piece of his own history. "I knew someone with the same name a long time ago, during my human life. She was a soldier, and we fought together. But I was told she died in action, and it's highly unlikely that it's the same person."
The shock and disbelief in Jasper's voice hung heavy in the air. His memories had been stirred by the mere mention of (Y/N)'s name. The Cullen family couldn't help but wonder if there was a connection, no matter how improbable it seemed.
Garrett observed their reactions, his mate's enigmatic notes suddenly taking on a new significance. Could it be possible that (Y/N) was more than just a skilled sniper with an uncanny ability to remain hidden? Had she crossed paths with Jasper in her human life, only to reappear now, centuries later?
The mysteries surrounding (Y/N) deepened, and the Cullen family couldn't ignore the intriguing possibility that her presence held more secrets than they could fathom. As they continued their preparations for the impending battle, they couldn't help but wonder if fate had a role to play in bringing them all together once more.
The day of the battle had arrived, and the Cullen family stood ready, their determination unwavering. Sam's pack lurked in the shadows of the forest, waiting for the signal to join the fray. Garrett, with his charming presence, stood at the forefront, a glimmer of confidence in his eyes.
High in the trees, (Y/N) watched it all unfold, her keen eyes focused on the impending confrontation. As the battle began, the Cullens fought alongside Garrett and Sam's pack, their graceful movements contrasting the frenzied aggression of the newborn vampires.
(Y/N) remained silent, merely observing from her concealed vantage point. She knew her time would come, but for now, she was content to let her alter ego, Snipe, watch and wait.
But then, as the chaos of the battle raged on, (Y/N) spotted a newborn vampire sneaking up behind a large brown wolf. In an instant, her instincts took over, and she couldn't remain hidden any longer.
"Snipe!" she called out within her mind, summoning her alter ego.
With a burst of supernatural speed and strength, Snipe emerged, her movements reckless and ferocious. She lunged at the newborn vampire, tearing into the creature with ruthless efficiency. The Cullens and the wolves were taken aback by the sheer brutality of her actions, as Snipe literally ripped the heads off vampires with frightening speed.
The battle was over almost as quickly as it had begun, and Snipe stood panting, her thrill for combat still coursing through her veins. Jasper, who had also shifted into his alter ego, the Major, demanded to know who she was, his eyes filled with a mix of astonishment and recognition.
Snipe turned to face Jasper, a wicked grin on her face. "Now, that isn't any way to talk to your sister, who happens to be older than you by a whole minute."
The revelation hung in the air, leaving the Cullen family and the wolves stunned. It was a moment of both disbelief and astonishment as they tried to process everything.
The battle had ended, and Sam's pack had departed, leaving the Cullen family to return to their home alongside Garrett and the enigmatic (Y/N). As they made their way back to the Cullen house, Garrett couldn't resist teasing her.
"So, you have a brother?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and smirked. "And you have a furry fetish. What's new?"
Garrett chuckled and playfully wrestled her, their supernatural strength making the exchange a playful one. "Hey, I don't have a furry fetish," he protested with a grin.
(Y/N) laughed and shifted back from her alter ego, Snipe. She glanced at Garrett with a knowing look. "Says the guy who was playing tag with that young wolf, Seth, right?"
The Cullens watched the playful banter between Garrett and (Y/N) with bemusement, but they were curious about something else. Carlisle spoke up, breaking the playful pair. "What did you mean earlier when you mentioned being related to Jasper?"
(Y/N) sighed and looked down for a moment, her expression growing serious. "Well, it's a long story. When Jasper and I were human, he had to leave for the war. I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from my twin, so I did something reckless. I snuck off and pretended to be a male to join the army."
The Cullens exchanged surprised glances as they listened to her confession. (Y/N) continued, her voice tinged with regret. "But then, on the battlefield, I was turned into a vampire, and my creator left me to fend for myself. I couldn't find Jasper, and I was consumed by newborn rage. I ended up slaughtering those in my camp, in a blind frenzy, when I couldn't find my twin."
Her words hung heavy in the air, the weight of her past actions sinking in. The Cullens, who had only known snippets of Jasper's history, were now confronted with the full extent of (Y/N)'s tragic past, a past that had led to her transformation into a vampire and her eventual reunion with her brother.
Garrett, the rugged and adventurous vampire nomad, had always been drawn to unconventional beauty and unique experiences. That's why, when he met (Y/N), he couldn't resist her allure. They were two kindred spirits, seeking adventure and excitement in the world, and their connection had grown stronger with each passing day.
One sunny afternoon, Garrett and (Y/N) found themselves lounging in a meadow near the town of Denali. The day was sweltering, the sun blazing overhead, and Garrett couldn't help but voice his thoughts.
"Whew, it's a scorcher today," Garrett remarked, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "I wish it were cooler, maybe even a snowy day. That would be perfect."
(Y/N) glanced at Garrett, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She had a secret, one she had been waiting for the right moment to reveal. As her hand brushed against a blade of grass, it instantly froze, turning into a delicate icicle.
Garrett watched in astonishment as (Y/N) summoned her icy powers, forming a small flurry of snowflakes that danced around them, cooling the air around them. The sweltering heat gave way to a gentle, refreshing chill.
His eyes widened with wonder as he realized what was happening. "Did you just... make it snow?"
(Y/N) smiled mischievously as she continued to manipulate the ice and snow around them. "I have a little bit of Elsa in me," she admitted, referring to the beloved Disney character with similar powers.
Garrett couldn't contain his excitement. "That's incredible, (Y/N)! You can control the weather?"
With a nod, (Y/N) answered, "It seems that way. I can create snow and ice, even on the hottest of days."
Garrett couldn't resist the urge to playfully scoop up some of the snow (Y/N) had created and toss it in her direction. She giggled as the icy flakes landed on her skin, creating a delightful sensation.
As they enjoyed the unexpected snowfall, Garrett realized that he had found something truly extraordinary in (Y/N). Her unique abilities only added to her allure, and he couldn't wait to explore the world with her, one snowy adventure at a time. This day marked the beginning of a thrilling journey they would embark on together, their love and their lives forever intertwined with the magic of ice and snow.
Emmett Cullen :
Snow blanketed the town of Forks, transforming it into a winter wonderland. It was a day that Emmett Cullen, the jovial and strong member of the Cullen family, had been eagerly anticipating. He and (Y/N), his beloved mate, had planned to spend the day together, reveling in the beauty of the freshly fallen snow.
Emmett's enthusiasm for the day was infectious, and his excitement had been building for weeks. He couldn't wait to see (Y/N)'s reaction to the snowy landscape, as it held a special surprise he had been keeping secret.
As they ventured into the snowy forest, hand in hand, Emmett's grin was as wide as ever. "Isn't this amazing, (Y/N)?" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm bubbling over. "I knew you'd love it!"
(Y/N) smiled back at him, her eyes filled with affection. She had always been drawn to Emmett's zest for life and his ability to find joy in the simplest of moments. "It's beautiful, Emmett. I'm so grateful we can share this together."
Emmett led her deeper into the woods until they reached a secluded clearing. The trees were heavy with snow, and the world seemed hushed in a serene stillness.
"Close your eyes, (Y/N)," Emmett instructed with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I've got a surprise for you."
(Y/N) obliged, closing her eyes and feeling the cold, crisp air on her cheeks. She trusted Emmett implicitly and eagerly awaited the surprise he had in store.
Emmett took a step back and then, with a flourish, he clapped his hands together, creating a miniature snowstorm around them. Snowflakes swirled through the air, dancing in intricate patterns, and (Y/N) felt the magic of the moment wash over her.
As she opened her eyes and witnessed the enchanting display of snowfall, her heart skipped a beat. But something extraordinary happened. She felt a strange connection to the snowflakes, an inexplicable power coursing through her veins.
In her excitement and amazement, (Y/N) raised her hand, and to her astonishment, the snowflakes responded. They swirled and danced at her command, forming intricate shapes and designs. It was as if she had control over the very essence of winter itself.
Emmett watched in awe as (Y/N) unwittingly harnessed this incredible power. "Wow," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.
Realization dawned on (Y/N) as she stared at her hands, her eyes wide with wonder. "I... I have ice abilities.”
Emmett could hardly contain his excitement. "That's amazing, (Y/N)! You're like a real-life snow queen!"
As they continued to explore her newfound powers together, (Y/N) and Emmett's bond grew stronger, their love warming even the coldest of winter days. Little did they know that her abilities would bring an extra layer of enchantment to their lives, and the snowy day in Forks would forever be etched in their memories as the day they discovered her unique gift.
Edward Cullen :
The small town of Forks lay beneath a thick blanket of snow, its streets and houses gleaming white in the winter sunlight. Edward Cullen, the introspective and empathetic member of the Cullen family, had been planning a surprise for (Y/N), his beloved mate. He had been monitoring the weather forecast closely, waiting for the perfect snowy day to reveal his plan.
As (Y/N) and Edward prepared to go out for a romantic drive, Edward couldn't help but smile at his mate's excitement. She had always loved the snow, and he knew that today's surprise would be especially meaningful to her.
As they stepped outside, (Y/N) marveled at the winter wonderland that surrounded them. "It's so beautiful," she sighed, her breath forming a frosty cloud in the cold air.
Edward chuckled softly, his golden eyes filled with adoration. "Just wait, (Y/N). I have something special planned for today."
He led her to his car, which was buried under a thick layer of snow and ice. (Y/N) watched as he handed her a snowbrush and began to clear the snow from the car.
But as (Y/N) reached out to help, something incredible happened. Her touch sent a wave of energy through the snow and ice, causing it to melt and evaporate before their eyes. The snowbrush in her hand was unnecessary; the ice and snow retreated at her mere presence.
Edward stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in astonishment. "Did you just...?"
(Y/N) looked down at her hands, realizing that something extraordinary had just occurred. "I... I didn't mean to," she stammered. "It just happened."
Edward's smile returned, filled with awe and wonder. "You have ice abilities, (Y/N).”
Realization washed over her, and (Y/N) couldn't help but smile in return. "I suppose I do."
As the last of the ice and snow disappeared, (Y/N) and Edward stood before the now-clear car. The surprise he had planned had become even more magical, thanks to her newfound abilities.
Together, they embarked on their romantic drive, reveling in the beauty of the winter landscape. For (Y/N) and Edward, this snowy day marked the beginning of a new chapter in their love story, one filled with warmth and enchantment, even in the coldest of seasons.
Garrett, Edward and Emmett :
The anticipation hung heavy in the air as the Cullen family, including Garrett, Emmett, and Edward, stood on one side of a vast snowy field. On the opposing side were the Volturi, the ancient vampire royalty, led by Aro, Caius, and Marcus. Tensions had reached a breaking point, and a battle between the two factions seemed inevitable.
(Y/N), their beloved mate with ice abilities, stood at the forefront, her powers at the ready. The snowy field was the perfect canvas for her unique gift, and she was determined to protect her family and her mates at any cost.
The confrontation escalated, and as the Volturi advanced with menacing intent, (Y/N) raised her hands, her fingers poised like a conductor about to lead an orchestra. In an instant, the snow beneath her feet began to transform.
Spikes of ice erupted from the ground, forming a formidable barrier between the Cullens and the Volturi. Each spike glistened with deadly beauty, ready to defend against any threat.
Garrett, Emmett, and Edward watched in awe as their mate's power unfolded before their eyes. They had known of her abilities, but seeing her wield them with such precision and strength left them speechless.
Emmett grinned, his admiration shining through his usually jovial demeanor. "That's our mate," he exclaimed, pride and affection in his voice.
Edward, usually composed and analytical, was equally astounded. "She's incredible," he murmured, his eyes never leaving (Y/N).
Garrett, the adventurous nomad, couldn't help but be captivated by the sight. "I knew you were extraordinary, (Y/N), but this is beyond anything I could have imagined."
(Y/N) stood her ground, her icy spikes forming an impenetrable barrier. She was ready to defend her family and mates against any threat from the Volturi. Her love for them was unwavering, and she was prepared to use her unique abilities to protect the ones she cherished most.
As the standoff continued, the Volturi hesitated, their confidence wavering in the face of (Y/N)'s formidable display of power. The snowy battlefield had become a testament to the strength of their bond, a bond forged not only by love but by the extraordinary abilities that united them.
In that moment, (Y/N) knew that she had found not just love but a family that accepted her for who she was, powers and all. And her mates, Garrett, Emmett, and Edward, realized that they had found a mate whose strength and determination were matched only by her unwavering love for them. Together, they stood ready to face whatever challenges the future held, bound by a love that could weather even the fiercest of storms.
a fanfic where the reader who is human, half japanese and half black has the powers like Storm from Xmen, she has black hair but the hair turns white . She is 5 feet 6 inches but grows to 6ft 5in when her power is activated. She is meeting The Major for the first time when another vampire tries to attack them, he goes to protect her by telling her to run and hide not knowing about her powers yet. But she steps in front of him, destroying the vampire with her powers. She turns around to The Major gives him a smile before passing out
I like this idea since this seems more like a oc rather then an x reader story I’m gonna switch some things around if you don’t mind, so like the major I’ll have the reader have an alternate personality like jasper does and the side that turn into basically storm that’ll be her form she takes so unlike jasper who just turns into the major the other side of the reader will physically turn as well
↱ the storms rolling in ↰
➘ summary : (y/n) finds peace within The Olympics Clan as an outsider and her and jasper really kick it off but some outsiders much like (y/n) doesn’t accept that
➘ a/n : for those confused you’re an outsider in the cullens family but they still consider you family, the other outsider mentioned will be someone from your past kinda like a stalker
➘ jasper cullen x poc reader, twilight x poc reader, twilight x oc
The rain pounded relentlessly on the rooftops of the quaint town of Forks, Washington. Mist hung in the air like a shroud, casting a mysterious atmosphere over the sleepy community. For (y/n), it was a new beginning, a chance to escape the familiar and embrace the unknown.
Born to a Japanese mother and an African American father, (y/n) was a mesmerizing blend of cultures. With a cascade of ebony curls and striking amber eyes, she was a rarity that drew curious glances wherever she went. But what truly set her apart were the powers she possessed – a gift inherited from her ancestors. Like Storm from the X-Men, she could command the elements, harnessing the winds, summoning lightning, and stirring the very skies with her emotions.
Growing up in her hometown had been a whirlwind of discovery and secrecy. Her parents had always urged her to conceal her abilities, fearing the backlash from a world that wasn't ready to accept such supernatural phenomena. But as (y/n) matured, so did her longing for freedom, for a place where she could be herself without fear of judgment.
Forks had never been a part of her plans, but life has a way of guiding you down unexpected paths. The town held an enigmatic allure, with its ever-present cloud cover and lush forests. It was as if the weather itself echoed her turbulent emotions, mirroring the storm that raged within her heart.
The decision to leave her hometown behind wasn't easy, but it was necessary. Armed with a few belongings, her powers, and an insatiable curiosity, (y/n) embarked on a journey to Forks. The small house she now stood in front of was modest, yet it felt like a sanctuary – a place where she could redefine herself and forge her own destiny.
As she stepped through the door, the air felt charged with anticipation, like the calm before a tempest. Little did she know that her arrival would set into motion a series of events that would challenge everything she thought she knew about herself and the world around her.
In the heart of this rain-soaked town, (y/n) would find not only new friendships but also the answers she had been seeking. Unbeknownst to her, there were others who carried secrets of their own, mysteries that would intertwine their fates in ways they could never have foreseen.
And so, the journey of (y/n) began – a journey of self-discovery, acceptance, and the realization that sometimes, the storm within can be a source of power, not just destruction.
The fluorescent lights of the local supermarket illuminated the aisles, casting a sterile glow on the neatly organized shelves. (y/n) wandered through the maze of products, her thoughts consumed by the shopping list in her hand. She had grown accustomed to her height, but there were still moments when being 5'6" posed a challenge, like when she tried to reach for an item placed high on a shelf.
Stretching on her tiptoes, she reached out, fingertips grazing the edge of the box she needed. Just as she was about to give up, a shadow fell across her path. Looking up, she met the gaze of a tall, burly man with a friendly smile. He towered over her, his presence larger than life.
"Need a hand?" he asked, his deep voice resonating through the aisle. Without waiting for her answer, he effortlessly plucked the item off the shelf and handed it to her.
"Thank you so much," (y/n) replied with a grateful smile, bowing slightly, a gesture she had picked up from her Japanese heritage. "I really appreciate it."
Emmett, for that was his name, chuckled warmly. "No problem at all. Glad I could help."
As they stood facing each other, an unspoken connection formed between them. It was as if they recognized something familiar in each other's eyes, a shared understanding that transcended the simple act of reaching for a box on a shelf.
"So, what brings you to Forks?" Emmett asked, genuinely curious.
(y/n) hesitated for a moment before answering, "I wanted a fresh start, a place where I can be myself without any pretenses."
Emmett nodded, his expression empathetic. "I get that. Sometimes a change of scenery can be exactly what you need."
As they continued talking, (y/n) and Emmett discovered a surprising common interest – video games. Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchanged stories about their favorite games, strategies, and epic victories. Their laughter echoed through the supermarket aisle, drawing curious glances from passersby.
As they strolled along, a colorful poster caught (y/n)'s attention – a local gaming event showcasing the latest releases. She couldn't help but express her excitement.
Emmett's eyes lit up with a mischievous grin. "You know, there's a gaming setup at my place. We could try out some of those new releases together if you're interested."
Surprised but intrigued, (y/n) considered his offer. The idea of spending time with a new friend, indulging in their shared passion, was too tempting to resist.
"That sounds amazing," she replied, her smile growing wider.
And just like that, an invitation to dinner turned into a burgeoning friendship that neither of them had anticipated. As they left the supermarket, their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from games to their personal stories.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the town of Forks in a warm twilight glow, (y/n) followed Emmett's directions to his home. The quaint, inviting house nestled among the trees seemed like a cozy haven against the encroaching darkness. The sound of leaves rustling in the gentle breeze created a serene backdrop as she approached the front door.
Emmett answered the door with a bright grin, welcoming (y/n) inside. "Glad you could make it! This is home."
Stepping into the house, (y/n) was met with the warm scent of home-cooked food and the gentle hum of conversation. As she entered the living room, her eyes widened at the sight of the welcoming faces that turned to greet her.
"Hey there!" Emmett's voice was infused with genuine enthusiasm as he introduced her to his family. "This is my adoptive mother, Esme, and these are my siblings, Edward, Bella, and Alice."
Warm smiles and kind words of welcome enveloped (y/n), putting her at ease in this unfamiliar environment. Esme was gracious and inviting, expressing genuine delight at having her over. As conversation flowed, (y/n) found herself gravitating towards Esme in the kitchen, where they worked side by side to prepare dinner.
Esme's gentle guidance and (y/n)'s willingness to learn made them an efficient team. The scent of cooking filled the air as they chopped vegetables, shared stories, and forged a connection that felt surprisingly natural.
As they worked, the sound of approaching footsteps caught their attention. A tall, blonde figure lingered in the doorway, watching with a guarded expression. Rosalie's gaze met (y/n)'s, and for a moment, there was an unspoken understanding.
"Don't mind Rosalie and Jasper," Emmett chimed in, offering a reassuring smile. "They have their own way of dealing with new people."
Alice, who had appeared beside Rosalie, grinned and added, "They just have a little difficulty being around people they're not familiar with."
(y/n) nodded in understanding. "I used to be the same way as a child. Meeting new people was always a bit overwhelming."
As dinner preparations continued, (y/n) glanced towards Jasper and Rosalie. With a respectful nod, she took a step towards them and offered a polite bow, a gesture of acknowledgment that she had carried from her Japanese heritage.
"Thank you for allowing me into your home," she said softly. "I understand it might be uncomfortable having someone new around, but I appreciate your hospitality."
Jasper and Rosalie exchanged a glance before Jasper offered a nod, his demeanor softer. "It's not easy for us, but we're working on it. Thanks for understanding."
Rosalie's lips curved into a small smile, her guardedness easing just a bit. "Yeah, what he said."
Returning their smiles, (y/n) felt a sense of camaraderie with the Cullen siblings. As the evening progressed, laughter and stories intertwined, weaving a tapestry of connection that was forged through shared experiences and an openness to understanding one another.
In the heart of the Cullen home, (y/n) had found not only a group of unique individuals but also a place where acceptance and understanding reigned, much like the storm within her that had the power to bring both destruction and renewal.
Time had flown by since (y/n) had become a part of the Cullen family's circle, and what began as a chance encounter had blossomed into deep friendships. The bonds she had formed with Emmett, Esme, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper and Bella and the even others had become an integral part of her life in Forks.
Firstly she found out some shocking news, the cullens we’re vampires. Well it wasn’t that shocking but damn what a secret you know?!
One sunny afternoon, as they gathered in the Cullen home's living room, conversations flowed easily. (y/n) felt entirely at home amidst the laughter and shared stories. As she recounted an incident in town where she had faced some unwanted attention, Jasper's face tightened with a controlled anger she hadn't seen before.
Intrigued by his reaction, (y/n) looked directly at him. "It was strange, really. This guy just wouldn't take no for an answer, and then out of nowhere, Jasper stepped in and, well, let's just say things got a little intense."
Emmett let out a hearty chuckle. "Yeah, Jazz here has a way of making his point crystal clear."
Jasper's eyes shifted, almost as if he was remembering something he'd rather not. "Well, sometimes people need a reminder to respect boundaries."
Sensing that there was more to the story than what met the eye, (y/n) pressed on. "You seemed really protective, Jasper. Did something else happen?"
Jasper hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between (y/n) and the floor. Before he could respond, Emmett, in a moment of uncharacteristic bluntness, let out a small chuckle and said, "He's just being all 'major' about it."
The room fell into an awkward silence, and (y/n) locked eyes with Jasper, her curiosity mixed with concern. "Major? What do you mean?"
Jasper sighed, his shoulders slumping. "It's... complicated."
Emmett's eyes widened as he realized his mistake, but before he could attempt to correct it, Jasper straightened up, his expression becoming more composed.
"Truth is, (y/n)," Jasper began, his voice holding a note of seriousness, "I have developed feelings for you. Strong ones. In the vampire world, it's more than just attraction. I see you as a suitable mate, and well... I guess that's why I reacted the way I did."
A shocked silence fell over the room as (y/n) processed his words. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, her heart pounding a little faster in her chest. Jasper's confession left her momentarily speechless, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
Esme, always the peacemaker, gently broke the silence. "Jasper, dear, I think it's important for (y/n) to understand your perspective."
Jasper nodded, his eyes never leaving (y/n)'s face. "You see, I can feel and manipulate emotions. I've been trained to sense danger, to protect my family, and I couldn't bear to see you uncomfortable or threatened."
(y/n) took a deep breath, trying to process the sudden revelation. Her own feelings were in turmoil, a mixture of flattery, surprise, and confusion. She met Jasper's gaze and spoke softly, "I... appreciate your honesty. But this is a lot to take in."
Jasper nodded in understanding, his expression a blend of hope and anxiety. "I didn't expect you to reciprocate immediately. I just wanted you to know the truth."
The vulnerability in Jasper's eyes was undeniable, and (y/n) felt a wave of empathy wash over her. She took another deep breath and offered a tentative smile. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this, Jasper.
“Please…call me major,” says jasper or well the major?!
“Well major, I need some time to process everything."
Jasper's lips curled into a relieved smile. "Of course, take all the time you need."
As the room gradually returned to its natural state of camaraderie, (y/n) realized that this unanticipated revelation was a testament to the depth of connection she had with the Cullens. Amidst the supernatural complexities, she was navigating the intricacies of both friendship and emotion, much like the storm that raged within her own heart.
As days turned into weeks, (y/n) found herself replaying Jasper's confession in her mind. She appreciated his honesty, but the weight of his feelings had left her slightly overwhelmed. She knew that a conversation with him was inevitable, and as the afternoon sun bathed the Cullen home in a warm glow, she decided that it was time to address the unspoken tension.
Approaching Jasper, who was sitting in the living room with a book, (y/n) cleared her throat to get his attention. "Jasper, can we talk?"
Jasper glanced up from his book, his expression a mix of surprise and anticipation. "Of course, (y/n). What's on your mind?"
"I think we need to discuss what you told me," she began, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. "I appreciate your feelings, but I need to know more. I need to understand what this means for us."
Jasper set his book aside, his eyes locked onto (y/n)'s. "I understand, and I'm here to answer any questions you have."
Taking a deep breath, (y/n) hesitated for a moment before suggesting, "Would you like to take a walk with me? It might be easier to talk outside."
Jasper nodded, his expression softening. "Sure, a walk sounds good."
As they strolled along a forested path near the Cullen home, (y/n) found the tranquility of nature to be the perfect backdrop for their conversation. The rustling of leaves and the distant songs of birds provided a calming soundtrack to their words.
"I want you to know that I value our friendship a lot, Jasper," (y/n) began, her voice gentle. "But your confession... it caught me off guard. I need time to figure out my own feelings and what this could mean for us."
Jasper's eyes held a mixture of understanding and empathy. "I respect that, (y/n). I never meant to make you uncomfortable."
Just as the conversation seemed to be heading towards a more peaceful resolution, a sudden rustling in the bushes nearby drew their attention. Before either of them could react, a blur of movement materialized, and another vampire stood before them.
"Ronny?" (y/n) gasped, disbelief washing over her.
The newcomer, Ronny, grinned wickedly, his eyes flashing crimson. "Well, well, (y/n). I never thought I'd run into you again."
Jasper's posture tensed, his instincts alert. "Who is this?"
“My childhood friend…”
Ignoring Jasper's question, Ronny's gaze remained fixed on (y/n). "You look surprised to see me. Did you think you could just disappear without consequences?"
Before (y/n) could respond, Ronny lunged at her, his intention clear. Instinctively, Jasper stepped in between them, his movements impossibly swift. A collision of supernatural strength and skill erupted as Jasper blocked Ronny's attack, his combat prowess on full display.
Realizing the danger, (y/n) instinctively stepped back, her heart racing. The situation had escalated far more quickly than she could have imagined. She watched as Jasper and Ronny engaged in a fierce struggle, her mind racing for a solution.
"(Y/n), run and hide!" He shouted, hoping his words would reach her amidst the chaos.
The clash of their powers created a cacophony of sound, echoing through the forest. The situation grew dire, and (y/n) felt her instincts take over.
Drawing upon the powers she had long kept hidden, (y/n) summoned a gust of wind, whipping through the air with a force that sent leaves and debris spiraling around her. She directed the winds towards Ronny, creating a barrier between him and Jasper.
“(Y/n)?!” Spoke two voices.
With wide eyes all both vampires could do was watch as (y/n)’s appearance transformed. (Y/n) felt a strange surge of energy building within her. The winds around her intensified, swirling with an intensity that matched the storm within her heart. Suddenly, her body began to transform, her form elongating and growing. Her clothes strained against her expanding frame until they could no longer contain her altered proportions.
In mere seconds, her height soared to a towering 6 feet 5 inches. Her once-ebony hair turned an ethereal shade of white, and her eyes underwent a dramatic transformation. They transformed into a striking sight, the irises resembling those of a blind person, milky white with glowing, pulsating thunderbolt-like veins that electrified the very air around her.
The air crackled with energy, and (y/n)'s alternate self emerged, fierce and imposing. Her torn clothing hung loosely from her powerful frame as she faced Ronny, her gaze locked onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.
The Major and Ronnys attention shifted to a stunned halt as they took in the transformation before him. Ronny recognized the power emanating from (y/n)'s alternate self, a power that was clearly beyond human comprehension, someone who (y/n) would say she could see in her dreams as a child.
Ronny, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected turn of events, hesitated, his overconfidence momentarily shattered. This was not the (y/n) he had expected to face.
With a burst of lightning-like energy, (y/n)'s alternate self lunged at Ronny. The clash of their powers created shockwaves that rippled through the forest, causing trees to sway and leaves to rain down like a storm of confetti.
The battle was fierce and intense. Bolts of electricity danced across the air as (y/n)'s alternate self summoned the power of the elements. Her movements were fluid yet ferocious, every motion calculated to bring Ronny to his knees.
Ronny attempted to counter her attacks, but he was clearly outmatched. The power radiating from (y/n)'s alternate self seemed limitless, as if she had tapped into an otherworldly force.
With a final surge of power, (y/n)'s alternate self released a blast of energy that engulfed Ronny in a blinding light. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, causing the earth to tremble beneath their feet.
As the light subsided, (y/n)'s alternate self stood amidst the aftermath, her chest heaving with the exertion of her powers. The air was charged with energy, and the forest around them bore witness to the clash of supernatural forces.
The major approached (y/n)'s alternate self cautiously, his eyes filled with awe and respect. "You saved us."
The transformation began to wane, and as (y/n)'s alternate self slowly reverted to her original form, she felt a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. She looked up at Jasper, her eyes returning to their familiar amber hue, and offered a small smile.
Jasper's expression held a newfound admiration. "You have powers too."
Nodding, (y/n) replied, "I didn’t know how to tell you.”
As the forest settled into a tranquil silence, the remnants of the battle scattered around them, (y/n) realized that the storm within her was no longer something to be feared. It was a source of strength, a power that could be harnessed to protect those she cared about.
“Sorry about this,” (y/n) apologized.
“Sorry for what?” Major questions. “This -“ and with that (y/n) passed out only to be caught by major.
In the aftermath of the battle, (y/n)'s world had once again shifted, unveiling layers of her identity she had yet to explore. The bond she shared with the Cullens had deepened further, and the storm within her heart had revealed itself as a force of nature that could bring both destruction and renewal.
a fanfic where the reader who is human, half japanese and half black has the powers like Storm from Xmen, she has black hair but the hair turns white . She is 5 feet 6 inches but grows to 6ft 5in when her power is activated. She is meeting The Major for the first time when another vampire tries to attack them, he goes to protect her by telling her to run and hide not knowing about her powers yet. But she steps in front of him, destroying the vampire with her powers. She turns around to The Major gives him a smile before passing out
I like this idea since this seems more like a oc rather then an x reader story I’m gonna switch some things around if you don’t mind, so like the major I’ll have the reader have an alternate personality like jasper does and the side that turn into basically storm that’ll be her form she takes so unlike jasper who just turns into the major the other side of the reader will physically turn as well
↱ the storms rolling in ↰
➘ summary : (y/n) finds peace within The Olympics Clan as an outsider and her and jasper really kick it off but some outsiders much like (y/n) doesn’t accept that
➘ a/n : for those confused you’re an outsider in the cullens family but they still consider you family, the other outsider mentioned will be someone from your past kinda like a stalker
➘ jasper cullen x poc reader, twilight x poc reader, twilight x oc
The rain pounded relentlessly on the rooftops of the quaint town of Forks, Washington. Mist hung in the air like a shroud, casting a mysterious atmosphere over the sleepy community. For (y/n), it was a new beginning, a chance to escape the familiar and embrace the unknown.
Born to a Japanese mother and an African American father, (y/n) was a mesmerizing blend of cultures. With a cascade of ebony curls and striking amber eyes, she was a rarity that drew curious glances wherever she went. But what truly set her apart were the powers she possessed – a gift inherited from her ancestors. Like Storm from the X-Men, she could command the elements, harnessing the winds, summoning lightning, and stirring the very skies with her emotions.
Growing up in her hometown had been a whirlwind of discovery and secrecy. Her parents had always urged her to conceal her abilities, fearing the backlash from a world that wasn't ready to accept such supernatural phenomena. But as (y/n) matured, so did her longing for freedom, for a place where she could be herself without fear of judgment.
Forks had never been a part of her plans, but life has a way of guiding you down unexpected paths. The town held an enigmatic allure, with its ever-present cloud cover and lush forests. It was as if the weather itself echoed her turbulent emotions, mirroring the storm that raged within her heart.
The decision to leave her hometown behind wasn't easy, but it was necessary. Armed with a few belongings, her powers, and an insatiable curiosity, (y/n) embarked on a journey to Forks. The small house she now stood in front of was modest, yet it felt like a sanctuary – a place where she could redefine herself and forge her own destiny.
As she stepped through the door, the air felt charged with anticipation, like the calm before a tempest. Little did she know that her arrival would set into motion a series of events that would challenge everything she thought she knew about herself and the world around her.
In the heart of this rain-soaked town, (y/n) would find not only new friendships but also the answers she had been seeking. Unbeknownst to her, there were others who carried secrets of their own, mysteries that would intertwine their fates in ways they could never have foreseen.
And so, the journey of (y/n) began – a journey of self-discovery, acceptance, and the realization that sometimes, the storm within can be a source of power, not just destruction.
The fluorescent lights of the local supermarket illuminated the aisles, casting a sterile glow on the neatly organized shelves. (y/n) wandered through the maze of products, her thoughts consumed by the shopping list in her hand. She had grown accustomed to her height, but there were still moments when being 5'6" posed a challenge, like when she tried to reach for an item placed high on a shelf.
Stretching on her tiptoes, she reached out, fingertips grazing the edge of the box she needed. Just as she was about to give up, a shadow fell across her path. Looking up, she met the gaze of a tall, burly man with a friendly smile. He towered over her, his presence larger than life.
"Need a hand?" he asked, his deep voice resonating through the aisle. Without waiting for her answer, he effortlessly plucked the item off the shelf and handed it to her.
"Thank you so much," (y/n) replied with a grateful smile, bowing slightly, a gesture she had picked up from her Japanese heritage. "I really appreciate it."
Emmett, for that was his name, chuckled warmly. "No problem at all. Glad I could help."
As they stood facing each other, an unspoken connection formed between them. It was as if they recognized something familiar in each other's eyes, a shared understanding that transcended the simple act of reaching for a box on a shelf.
"So, what brings you to Forks?" Emmett asked, genuinely curious.
(y/n) hesitated for a moment before answering, "I wanted a fresh start, a place where I can be myself without any pretenses."
Emmett nodded, his expression empathetic. "I get that. Sometimes a change of scenery can be exactly what you need."
As they continued talking, (y/n) and Emmett discovered a surprising common interest – video games. Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they exchanged stories about their favorite games, strategies, and epic victories. Their laughter echoed through the supermarket aisle, drawing curious glances from passersby.
As they strolled along, a colorful poster caught (y/n)'s attention – a local gaming event showcasing the latest releases. She couldn't help but express her excitement.
Emmett's eyes lit up with a mischievous grin. "You know, there's a gaming setup at my place. We could try out some of those new releases together if you're interested."
Surprised but intrigued, (y/n) considered his offer. The idea of spending time with a new friend, indulging in their shared passion, was too tempting to resist.
"That sounds amazing," she replied, her smile growing wider.
And just like that, an invitation to dinner turned into a burgeoning friendship that neither of them had anticipated. As they left the supermarket, their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from games to their personal stories.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the town of Forks in a warm twilight glow, (y/n) followed Emmett's directions to his home. The quaint, inviting house nestled among the trees seemed like a cozy haven against the encroaching darkness. The sound of leaves rustling in the gentle breeze created a serene backdrop as she approached the front door.
Emmett answered the door with a bright grin, welcoming (y/n) inside. "Glad you could make it! This is home."
Stepping into the house, (y/n) was met with the warm scent of home-cooked food and the gentle hum of conversation. As she entered the living room, her eyes widened at the sight of the welcoming faces that turned to greet her.
"Hey there!" Emmett's voice was infused with genuine enthusiasm as he introduced her to his family. "This is my adoptive mother, Esme, and these are my siblings, Edward, Bella, and Alice."
Warm smiles and kind words of welcome enveloped (y/n), putting her at ease in this unfamiliar environment. Esme was gracious and inviting, expressing genuine delight at having her over. As conversation flowed, (y/n) found herself gravitating towards Esme in the kitchen, where they worked side by side to prepare dinner.
Esme's gentle guidance and (y/n)'s willingness to learn made them an efficient team. The scent of cooking filled the air as they chopped vegetables, shared stories, and forged a connection that felt surprisingly natural.
As they worked, the sound of approaching footsteps caught their attention. A tall, blonde figure lingered in the doorway, watching with a guarded expression. Rosalie's gaze met (y/n)'s, and for a moment, there was an unspoken understanding.
"Don't mind Rosalie and Jasper," Emmett chimed in, offering a reassuring smile. "They have their own way of dealing with new people."
Alice, who had appeared beside Rosalie, grinned and added, "They just have a little difficulty being around people they're not familiar with."
(y/n) nodded in understanding. "I used to be the same way as a child. Meeting new people was always a bit overwhelming."
As dinner preparations continued, (y/n) glanced towards Jasper and Rosalie. With a respectful nod, she took a step towards them and offered a polite bow, a gesture of acknowledgment that she had carried from her Japanese heritage.
"Thank you for allowing me into your home," she said softly. "I understand it might be uncomfortable having someone new around, but I appreciate your hospitality."
Jasper and Rosalie exchanged a glance before Jasper offered a nod, his demeanor softer. "It's not easy for us, but we're working on it. Thanks for understanding."
Rosalie's lips curved into a small smile, her guardedness easing just a bit. "Yeah, what he said."
Returning their smiles, (y/n) felt a sense of camaraderie with the Cullen siblings. As the evening progressed, laughter and stories intertwined, weaving a tapestry of connection that was forged through shared experiences and an openness to understanding one another.
In the heart of the Cullen home, (y/n) had found not only a group of unique individuals but also a place where acceptance and understanding reigned, much like the storm within her that had the power to bring both destruction and renewal.
Time had flown by since (y/n) had become a part of the Cullen family's circle, and what began as a chance encounter had blossomed into deep friendships. The bonds she had formed with Emmett, Esme, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper and Bella and the even others had become an integral part of her life in Forks.
Firstly she found out some shocking news, the cullens we’re vampires. Well it wasn’t that shocking but damn what a secret you know?!
One sunny afternoon, as they gathered in the Cullen home's living room, conversations flowed easily. (y/n) felt entirely at home amidst the laughter and shared stories. As she recounted an incident in town where she had faced some unwanted attention, Jasper's face tightened with a controlled anger she hadn't seen before.
Intrigued by his reaction, (y/n) looked directly at him. "It was strange, really. This guy just wouldn't take no for an answer, and then out of nowhere, Jasper stepped in and, well, let's just say things got a little intense."
Emmett let out a hearty chuckle. "Yeah, Jazz here has a way of making his point crystal clear."
Jasper's eyes shifted, almost as if he was remembering something he'd rather not. "Well, sometimes people need a reminder to respect boundaries."
Sensing that there was more to the story than what met the eye, (y/n) pressed on. "You seemed really protective, Jasper. Did something else happen?"
Jasper hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between (y/n) and the floor. Before he could respond, Emmett, in a moment of uncharacteristic bluntness, let out a small chuckle and said, "He's just being all 'major' about it."
The room fell into an awkward silence, and (y/n) locked eyes with Jasper, her curiosity mixed with concern. "Major? What do you mean?"
Jasper sighed, his shoulders slumping. "It's... complicated."
Emmett's eyes widened as he realized his mistake, but before he could attempt to correct it, Jasper straightened up, his expression becoming more composed.
"Truth is, (y/n)," Jasper began, his voice holding a note of seriousness, "I have developed feelings for you. Strong ones. In the vampire world, it's more than just attraction. I see you as a suitable mate, and well... I guess that's why I reacted the way I did."
A shocked silence fell over the room as (y/n) processed his words. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks, her heart pounding a little faster in her chest. Jasper's confession left her momentarily speechless, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
Esme, always the peacemaker, gently broke the silence. "Jasper, dear, I think it's important for (y/n) to understand your perspective."
Jasper nodded, his eyes never leaving (y/n)'s face. "You see, I can feel and manipulate emotions. I've been trained to sense danger, to protect my family, and I couldn't bear to see you uncomfortable or threatened."
(y/n) took a deep breath, trying to process the sudden revelation. Her own feelings were in turmoil, a mixture of flattery, surprise, and confusion. She met Jasper's gaze and spoke softly, "I... appreciate your honesty. But this is a lot to take in."
Jasper nodded in understanding, his expression a blend of hope and anxiety. "I didn't expect you to reciprocate immediately. I just wanted you to know the truth."
The vulnerability in Jasper's eyes was undeniable, and (y/n) felt a wave of empathy wash over her. She took another deep breath and offered a tentative smile. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this, Jasper.
“Please…call me major,” says jasper or well the major?!
“Well major, I need some time to process everything."
Jasper's lips curled into a relieved smile. "Of course, take all the time you need."
As the room gradually returned to its natural state of camaraderie, (y/n) realized that this unanticipated revelation was a testament to the depth of connection she had with the Cullens. Amidst the supernatural complexities, she was navigating the intricacies of both friendship and emotion, much like the storm that raged within her own heart.
As days turned into weeks, (y/n) found herself replaying Jasper's confession in her mind. She appreciated his honesty, but the weight of his feelings had left her slightly overwhelmed. She knew that a conversation with him was inevitable, and as the afternoon sun bathed the Cullen home in a warm glow, she decided that it was time to address the unspoken tension.
Approaching Jasper, who was sitting in the living room with a book, (y/n) cleared her throat to get his attention. "Jasper, can we talk?"
Jasper glanced up from his book, his expression a mix of surprise and anticipation. "Of course, (y/n). What's on your mind?"
"I think we need to discuss what you told me," she began, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. "I appreciate your feelings, but I need to know more. I need to understand what this means for us."
Jasper set his book aside, his eyes locked onto (y/n)'s. "I understand, and I'm here to answer any questions you have."
Taking a deep breath, (y/n) hesitated for a moment before suggesting, "Would you like to take a walk with me? It might be easier to talk outside."
Jasper nodded, his expression softening. "Sure, a walk sounds good."
As they strolled along a forested path near the Cullen home, (y/n) found the tranquility of nature to be the perfect backdrop for their conversation. The rustling of leaves and the distant songs of birds provided a calming soundtrack to their words.
"I want you to know that I value our friendship a lot, Jasper," (y/n) began, her voice gentle. "But your confession... it caught me off guard. I need time to figure out my own feelings and what this could mean for us."
Jasper's eyes held a mixture of understanding and empathy. "I respect that, (y/n). I never meant to make you uncomfortable."
Just as the conversation seemed to be heading towards a more peaceful resolution, a sudden rustling in the bushes nearby drew their attention. Before either of them could react, a blur of movement materialized, and another vampire stood before them.
"Ronny?" (y/n) gasped, disbelief washing over her.
The newcomer, Ronny, grinned wickedly, his eyes flashing crimson. "Well, well, (y/n). I never thought I'd run into you again."
Jasper's posture tensed, his instincts alert. "Who is this?"
“My childhood friend…”
Ignoring Jasper's question, Ronny's gaze remained fixed on (y/n). "You look surprised to see me. Did you think you could just disappear without consequences?"
Before (y/n) could respond, Ronny lunged at her, his intention clear. Instinctively, Jasper stepped in between them, his movements impossibly swift. A collision of supernatural strength and skill erupted as Jasper blocked Ronny's attack, his combat prowess on full display.
Realizing the danger, (y/n) instinctively stepped back, her heart racing. The situation had escalated far more quickly than she could have imagined. She watched as Jasper and Ronny engaged in a fierce struggle, her mind racing for a solution.
"(Y/n), run and hide!" He shouted, hoping his words would reach her amidst the chaos.
The clash of their powers created a cacophony of sound, echoing through the forest. The situation grew dire, and (y/n) felt her instincts take over.
Drawing upon the powers she had long kept hidden, (y/n) summoned a gust of wind, whipping through the air with a force that sent leaves and debris spiraling around her. She directed the winds towards Ronny, creating a barrier between him and Jasper.
“(Y/n)?!” Spoke two voices.
With wide eyes all both vampires could do was watch as (y/n)’s appearance transformed. (Y/n) felt a strange surge of energy building within her. The winds around her intensified, swirling with an intensity that matched the storm within her heart. Suddenly, her body began to transform, her form elongating and growing. Her clothes strained against her expanding frame until they could no longer contain her altered proportions.
In mere seconds, her height soared to a towering 6 feet 5 inches. Her once-ebony hair turned an ethereal shade of white, and her eyes underwent a dramatic transformation. They transformed into a striking sight, the irises resembling those of a blind person, milky white with glowing, pulsating thunderbolt-like veins that electrified the very air around her.
The air crackled with energy, and (y/n)'s alternate self emerged, fierce and imposing. Her torn clothing hung loosely from her powerful frame as she faced Ronny, her gaze locked onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.
The Major and Ronnys attention shifted to a stunned halt as they took in the transformation before him. Ronny recognized the power emanating from (y/n)'s alternate self, a power that was clearly beyond human comprehension, someone who (y/n) would say she could see in her dreams as a child.
Ronny, momentarily disoriented by the unexpected turn of events, hesitated, his overconfidence momentarily shattered. This was not the (y/n) he had expected to face.
With a burst of lightning-like energy, (y/n)'s alternate self lunged at Ronny. The clash of their powers created shockwaves that rippled through the forest, causing trees to sway and leaves to rain down like a storm of confetti.
The battle was fierce and intense. Bolts of electricity danced across the air as (y/n)'s alternate self summoned the power of the elements. Her movements were fluid yet ferocious, every motion calculated to bring Ronny to his knees.
Ronny attempted to counter her attacks, but he was clearly outmatched. The power radiating from (y/n)'s alternate self seemed limitless, as if she had tapped into an otherworldly force.
With a final surge of power, (y/n)'s alternate self released a blast of energy that engulfed Ronny in a blinding light. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, causing the earth to tremble beneath their feet.
As the light subsided, (y/n)'s alternate self stood amidst the aftermath, her chest heaving with the exertion of her powers. The air was charged with energy, and the forest around them bore witness to the clash of supernatural forces.
The major approached (y/n)'s alternate self cautiously, his eyes filled with awe and respect. "You saved us."
The transformation began to wane, and as (y/n)'s alternate self slowly reverted to her original form, she felt a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. She looked up at Jasper, her eyes returning to their familiar amber hue, and offered a small smile.
Jasper's expression held a newfound admiration. "You have powers too."
Nodding, (y/n) replied, "I didn’t know how to tell you.”
As the forest settled into a tranquil silence, the remnants of the battle scattered around them, (y/n) realized that the storm within her was no longer something to be feared. It was a source of strength, a power that could be harnessed to protect those she cared about.
“Sorry about this,” (y/n) apologized.
“Sorry for what?” Major questions. “This -“ and with that (y/n) passed out only to be caught by major.
In the aftermath of the battle, (y/n)'s world had once again shifted, unveiling layers of her identity she had yet to explore. The bond she shared with the Cullens had deepened further, and the storm within her heart had revealed itself as a force of nature that could bring both destruction and renewal.
Exactly one minute after you send him the text, the living room window shatters into a million pieces across the floor. Nightwing calls your name, voice raw with concern, before surveying the state of your apartment.
"Oh," you say quietly by the kitchen, staring at the broken pieces of glass across the floor and then at your boyfriend who stares at you, chest heaving as he looks at you, confused.
"You're not hurt?"
"Well— I— the pan caught fire. I put it out though. I'm not burnt, I promise."
He looks at you doubtfully, storming over before pulling you into a tight embrace. "You scared me."
"I'm sorry," you whisper.
"Don't be. It's okay. Don't be scared to text me if you're in any trouble. Promise you'll let me know if you're in danger?"
"I promise."
"Good," he mutters, though more as a reassurance for himself, resting his head on yours and breathing deeply.
"You can let me go now," you point out gently.
"Two more minutes."
Jason Todd
When your boyfriend takes longer to show up than expected, you start to get confused. And cold— it's the middle of winter and your hoodie was stolen while you were out with your friends.
And that wouldn't be a problem if you're car wasn't starting either.
The familiar roar of a motorcycle engine catches your attention, dark shape speeding down the street towards you. It skids to a stop, the tires screeching in order to slow.
"Hey," you say with a wave and a smile. "Car broke down and—"
Red Hood rushes off his motorbike, carefully grabbing you to look you over in the empty street. When he finds nothing, he sighs. "Thought you'd been kidnapped. Couldn't find you at your apartment."
Without waiting for your reply, he shrugs his brown leather jacket off his shoulders and places it around yours, helping you put your arms into the sleeves despite you protesting that you can do it yourself.
"Let's get you home," he says gruffly, aching to hold you in his embrace when no one can see. "I'll call in a favour to get your car fixed."
Tim Drake
You don't think you'd ever been more embarrassed in your life when you realised you forgot your phone, which has your card in the case, at home.
Tim rushes into the store, having tracked your location immediately and driving well over the speed limit, still in his pristine CEO outfit.
"What's wrong? Is someone bothering you?" his eyes dart around the store, taking everyone's face and putting it to memory.
"No... I forgot my phone and card. And I have a full cart of groceries. Tim, I can't put this all back, that's weird."
"Why didn't you ask me to pay before?"
"I— hmm. I'll do that next time."
You lead him to the counter were the high school aged cashier gapes at the richest man in Gotham who pays for the food without even glancing at the price.
Damian Wayne
When you texted 911 to your boyfriend, you certainly weren't expecting this. Somehow, in the five minutes of the text being sent, he managed to gather ten League of Assassins members that now stand in your suddenly very cramped apartment, sharp katanas at their side.
"Are you alright?" Damian himself has two katanas, glinting in the terrible lights. "What's wrong?"
It seems so stupid now with ten assassins behind him. Maybe you shouldn't have texted after all. "Look, it's really—"
"I don't care how little it is," he states, "You texted me for a reason."
"I... I thought I could hear someone talking and moving in the walls."
All eleven of them tense, exchanging glances. Damian gives them one sharp nod and the assassins begin locating any hollow spaces in the walls, tapping their knuckles and listening closely to the sounds.
"وجدت ذلك," one says after a few seconds.
"Don't worry about it habibi, we'll tear the building apart and find them," Damian assures you, pulling you into his arms.
Just a silly thought I needed to share for absolutely no reason, close ur eyes & imagine Bruce updating his contingency plans and for the batfamily he just adds "using Alfred or bat-daughter as hostages is an excellent way to distract and disable them." I dunno why, but I can't stop smiling just imaging Kevin Conroy talking about ways to use Alfred and batsis to immobilize his other kids meanwhile said duo are in the corner like: 😀🙂 "we're in danger." "Most definitely, inequitably." lol🤭
Notes - I have been pumping out these really long fics lately lmaoooo. i dont mean to i just simply get carried away. i need to stop before i get a block tho lmao. AND IM ALMOST AT 400 FOLLOWERS OMG!!! im like so excited about it tbh. maybe ill open my request when we get there. thank you all and i hope you're all well. stay hydrated!!
Zuko has been with the gang for a while now and you've been able to teach him how to do most any chore. He can set up tents, bathe Appa and even dry clothes off without lighting them on fire (it happened a couple times tho). But the one thing he just can't get is cooking.
He stands beside you as you lower a pot over the fire gently, his eyebrows knitted. He watches as you angle it so there's no chance of it falling as it small bubbles appear; signaling its commence of boiling. You sit down on a flat stone and take out a small knife, gesturing a c'mere motion with the blade.
"Can you hand me the tomatoes?" He grabs them and passes them over, ears flushing when your hand brushes his.
"You're going to boil them?" You giggle and shake your head.
"No, this is for the broth and the beef. Everybody has been craving it but Aang is a vegetarian, remember?"
He nods and pops a squat next to you on a large rock. Your ankles touch and his toes flex. "You're making him something separate." You agreed with a hum and begin to slice the fruit over a bowl in your lap.
"That's nice of you." You glance up briefly and give him a sheepish grin. He finds it endearing.
Since anons are putting diffirent types of animals for the baor!creator, what if theres like a snake!creator? I kinda thinking of Baizhu white snake(what was her name again?) and the one who find them is Zhongli, well more like Snake!creator found him instead, this how I was thinking they met.
Zhongli just sipping some tea right? enjoying the sunlight and the chitter or Liyue habor, then suddenly theres smiley/squsiy texture slither around his leg(he panics cuz I heard he hates slimey texture? smt along those lines ig), he looks down and see, a spotless and shiny ass snake slithering around his leg, they made eye contact, but the snake only continues slithering, Zhongli face is disgusted since well, slimey, but he was gentle when removing the snake and helding it face to face, they both held eye contact, before, the snake lick his nose, and Zhongli's thoughts after the action 'holy shit that was adorable' after that, you can always see Zhongli with a snake slithering around his arms, and shoulders
MEME:
Zhongli: 'I only have this snake for 5 mintues'
Zhongli: 'If anything happens to them, I kill everyone in this Habor and then myself'
Her name (Baizhu’s snake) is Changsheng! And I love big snakes so… Reticulated python! The larges recorded was 32 ft and 9 1/2 in (9 m and 98.22 cm)! Itto is about 6 ft 4 in (1 m and 93.04 cm), so a Reticulated python is around 9 and 9/10 Itto’s ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა!
Hearing screams and feeling something running across his leg was not how Zhongli wanted to spend his time.
The way this man was considering just spearing the damn thing beneath his was… it was honestly scary. Children ran from the sight of his glare.
Whatever it was it was long. And slimy. And it moved his pants legs up so he could feel it on his skin.
Not fun.
He finally had enough and looked underneath the table, grabbing what he held thought to be the head.
And he did grab the head!
It required both hands, however.
Because what he pulled up was probably one of the largest non magical snakes he had ever seen in his life. And he’s lived a long ass time mind you.
His first genuine thought was ‘Changsheng’s cousin?’ And then he realized how dumb that sounded.
And then you licked his nose.
New best friend.
You couldn’t.. wrap around him. But you followed him. Closely. People of the Harbor honestly thought it fit Zhongli to have a regal snake following him as a companion. He was slick and snake like, after all.
Despite your… largeness however, Zhongli did like it whenever you wrapped around him to the best of your abilities. It was nice to feel the squeeze of a fellow reptilian.
When he found out that for some reason you could stomach human foods and liquids? Oh you know this man was on top of having you try out different teas and seeing if you tell the difference.
And when Hu Tao met you? You became the scarf of her as well. She loves patting your head and tries her damndest to get to understand the importance of selling coffins and getting people into them.
Seeing you preform tasks for the Funeral Parlor isn’t unusual, but the one place you can’t go is the Bubu Pharmacy. You and Changsheng fucking hate each other.
Snakes are super territorial after all.
She’s not allowed around Hu Tao or Zhongli, you’re not allowed around Baizhu or Qiqi.
Fair is fair but you really wanted to meet Qiqi and Baizhu.
Xiao has mixed feelings about you. On the one hand: Yay! Zhongli is happy! On the other: Zhongli is getting softer and softer damn-
That all changed when you wrapped around him.
Now the Adeptus protect you.
The way you would swallow a mob or thief in front of them and they’d just stare because you technically just committed murder.
Yeah, your everyone’s - minus Baizhu and Qiqi - new best friend.
Sorry if this is bad, I didn’t much know what to do… I feel bad- Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed it though ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა!
So i lovvveeee the harbingers. Can you do like penguin reader (or any other snow related animal) running around the Zapolyarny Palace messin with the harbingers and there like 'what the actual fuck. Who let a dam animal in this place ' them trying to catchus but we just like mewhahaha nuh uh
I refuse to believe Snezhnaya will have a single docile mob so I’m gonna make my own! Imagine a Polar Bear and a Leopard Seal mixed with one! (Walrus tusks?.. Walrus tusks.) I’m gonna call it… a Large Tusked Polaral! Anyway I’ll put a mild description before we start, but just ask if you want a full description, or a drawing ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡!
Large Tusked Polaral: To break it down, imagine the front of a polar bear, the back of a leopard seat, and the tusks of a walrus. Its front arm end with flippers and are longer than the tail in the back. The front flippers do look like paws though. The teeth are a mixture between the three, they have the huge tusks of walruses.
Taking a walk through the Zapolyarny Palace had become a common pastime for The Rooster whenever he had nothing more to do. Taking in the scenery… breathing in the frosty air of his nation, taking in the sights… the Large Tusked Polaral following behind him….
… Wait. The large Tusked Polaral following behind him?
Pulcinella turned around to face the fifteen ft tall - and it was still on its flippers - beast of a monster. It had to press its face to the floor in order to look at him, its warm breath hitting his face.
Pulcinella was never a fighter. Maybe back in his youth, but now he was a leader. He didn’t even have a vision, preferring to rely on his Servicemen rather than fight himself. So being in front of one of the most - if not the most - dangerous monsters in all of Teyvat without those service men…
At least it’d be an honorable death. They say a Polaral only chooses the strongest to die by her claws. To be struck down by one was a glorious way to go.
So as Pulcinella started to make his peace with his oncoming death, you lifted yourself back up and continued in your way, hobbling down the hallway. Pulcinella, who was shocked at the lack of his blood on the walls, followed behind, now curious.
He watched as you huffed and sniffed around the halls, occasionally scaring a lower rank shitless.
It wasn’t until you wondered down a wing specifically for one of the Harbingers that he got an idea. Speed walking in front of you, he stopped you by a hand on your nose. You sniffed at it before continuing on your way.
A smirk lay beneath his bushy mustache, and he quickly continued walking behind you as you shuffled your way down the wing of The Marionette. Sandrone’s workshop.
The sound of screaming not being caused by her was enough the drag Sandrone out of her workshop. Her large boots thudded across the floor as her puppet sat in her hand. Many smaller bots crawled across the floor like spider, filling the space.
She gripped the coat of a running fatuus that speed past her, forcing them to stop.
“What is happening?” Were the only words that left her lips. The fatuus in front of her stuttered out a couple words, thought he tripped over every other word. All she could make out was “The Rooster” and “Large Tusked Polaral”. She then let him go and off he ran.
Sandrone looked at the small bots that ran across the floor and tilted her head forward. They immediately ran forward through the hall and out of sight…
… Before a large roar was heard and they all came scampering back. Her gaze immediately snapped up and the sound of something loud clambering down the hallway. She readied herself for a fight, and found herself in front of what seemed to be an angered Polaral basically running at her.
And as she was ready to attack, she heard a voice call out at her to stop.
“Wait! I apologize, truly, but you see, I was just simply taking my darling here out for a walk and they got off their lease, again my sincerest apologies, Marionette.” Pulcinella spoke with clear sarcasm in his voice as you continued to barrel towards her, only to stop right before her and start sniffing her up and down.
She only stared at the large beast in front of her, then back at The Rooster.
“This is… your pet?” She questioned.
“Yes.”
“This Polaral?”
“Yes.”
“This Large Tusked Polaral is under your care?”
“Yes.”
She only continued to stare.
“Well anyway, we’ll be off. I suppose I will be seeing at the later meeting?” She stayed silent, but now had a disgruntled expression on her face.
“I will take that as a yes. Goodbye, Marionette.” And with that he walked in front of you and the both of you hobbled away.
“…How disdainful.” Was all she said as she walked back into her lab.
And later did come.
All the Harbingers had to deal with something to do with a Large Tusked Polaral wondering the halls, scaring the lower ranks shitless, destroying property, and honestly just causing havoc.
What non of them were expecting, however, was to see that very Large Tusked Polaral…
Next to the Rooster during their meeting.
“…Why is it here?” Asked Pantalone.
“They are my pet.” Answered Pulcinella.
“… May I-“
“No you may not, Dottore.”
“… May I-“
“The same goes for you Childe.”
“Awe.”
The silence continued as all the Harbingers - minus The Jester - stared at the beast beside the small man.
“…Why do you even have it? You have men. Do you need the extra man power?” Asked Arlecchino asked. Her hands were crossed as she sat, now leaning against the table.
“No, I simply wished them as my pet.” The small man responded, making The Knave huff.
“May I pet them?” Asked Columbina. And when she got a nod, she immediately skipped over and ran her fingers through your fur, causing happy huffs and barks to come from your lips. All eyes were on you as Childe spoke up.
“I’ve never heard those kinds of noises come from one of those before.” He said with a smile. You even began to wiggle happily under the woman’s touch, making him gasp in amazement.
“Oh! Now I want to pet them, may I?” He asked with a smile.
Again, all he got was a nod.
And he immediately ran over and began petting you, making your noises grow in volume and your wiggles grow in size.
You actually flipped yourself on your side and allowed them access to your stomach, something that was never charted before in the behaviors of any Polaral. You even had the equivalent of a grin on your face, your eyes shut in trust.
“Fascinating.” Dottore said with a grin, only to be met with a glare from Pulcinella. He only smiled and shrugged his shoulders in response.
“And what is going on here? Why is a wild beast within the walls of the Zapolyarny Palace?”
As Pierro approached from the shadows, the room got colder. Immediately announcing the presence of both the top Fatui Harbinger and the Cryo Archon. All banter ceased and your petting was stopped causing a whine to leave your lips.
You looked to the two Harbingers who had left to go to their places at the table you were all sat at. And then you were shushed by Pulcinella. Oh hell no.
“You see, I was just taking a stroll. And I decided they should come with me for one of these walks. I assume something caught their eye and I apologize for letting them loose and - Wait. Where are you going get back here-“ Pulcinella’s little speech was cut off by you flopping away from him.
All the Harbingers watched as you speed down the table and past Pierro, and up towards the stairs to The Tsaritsa’s throne. Immediately The Jester raced to get you down but was stopped by a hand raised by the Archon.
They all watched with bated breath as you climbed up and up towards her, stopping before her. They all silently readied to attack, before watching you roll over, revealing your stomach to the woman with a whine.
And while Pulcinella started to apologize, all eleven were stopped by a sound none of them had heard. Or if they had, it was a rare noise.
The noise of their Archon laughing.
A giggled escaped her frozen lips and she ran a cold hand over your furred stomach, you slamming a a flipped over the other side - akin to a dog shaking a led when scratched.
She continued to giggle as she felt your fur between her fingers. Finally a subject who did not fear her nor did they wish to user her wins as a means for theirs.
“You lie in no fault, Pulcinella. Even is you have lied of this one being your pet” she began, and all the other glared at the chuckling man, “Though I believe I have found the perfect candidate to be my own.”
Jaws dropped as she spoke her last word. Her frozen over heart thumped lightly in her chest as her unoccupied hand slid over your head and messed with your ears. Your barks became louder as they echoed across the large room.
Perhaps you’d be the key to truly unlocking her frozen heart.
I personally like the idea that The Marionette is not the girl, but the large mecha holding her. Making the girl a literal “Marionette”. Anyway, I hope I delivered! I was a little tired when writing this, if you couldn’t tell but I hope it turned out good enough ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა!
You had just been asleep, as per usual, when you felt your body being lifted from the ground. You yipped in protest, but quickly found yourself nestled in something soft, so you shut up and went right back to sleep.
Yae Miko grinned at your compliance. She found you in the grass, snoring away. She knew that the Shogun was still a… little pissed at your last stunt, so Yae thought I’d be fun to bring the cause of such aggression right to her.
She watched as you nuzzled into her breast (hehe) and continue snoozing away, waltzing through the streets. People noticeably flinched at the sight of you, which made her chuckle even more.
You were just a little trouble maker, weren’t you?~
As she walked through the Shogun’s abode, she thought quietly about how she should reveal you.
All swaddled up like a baby? Held behind her back like a surprise? On a platter like a delicious dessert?
All these options were making her woozy! In a good way, though!
She shook her head as she stood before the room of the Shogun. Deciding on just walking in, she gently nudged the door open. Walking in, she noted that she was going paperwork, not even looking at the Kitsune.
“Oh my Shogun?~ I have a surprise for you.~” Yae mused.
“Not now, Yae. I am still trying to clean up the mess that fox left behind.” The Shogun answered. Yae only chuckled at that.
“Well I think I may have something to remedy that, if you’d look.~” She hid her face behind one of her hands, cradling you with the other. She snickered lightly at the thought of the Shogun’s face.
“What ever could you have that-“ as she turned around, the words died in her throat as she noticed the very fox she was fussing about being in the shine maiden’s arms. Quickly standing up, she briskly walks over to Yae.
This was exactly what Yae wanted. The expression on her Shogun’s was beautiful!~
She willingly relented the small fox from her grip. She watched as the Shogun looked the fox up and down, trying to figure out exactly what they were.
Yae had noticed an odd aura coming from them, but nothing like a Kitsune in disguise. She supposed the puppet in front of her would as well. It was closer to the magics of Teyvat, in the sense that the tree she had been carved from was connected directly to the heart of Teyvat.
Both simply stared at the small fox, and then you awoke. You opened your mouth wide in a yawn, revealing your tiny little fangs. Looking around, you took notice of the two pairs eyes looking down at you.
Now you were pissed.
Yipping softly, you nipped at the Shogun’s arms, making her drop you out of shock. You shook yourself out of your blanket confines and ran to a window, basically screeching out of it.
The earth rumbled as something awoke beneath its surface. It clawed its way out of the ground, splitting the surface as it clambered upwards.
Long, thin boney fingers appeared from the cracks in the ground, followed behind by large skulls.
Three large Gashadokuro (large skeletons) pulled their way from the ground, gripping the abode of the Shogun. Any attacks guards may have thrown at them did nothing as they continued to pull themselves towards the windowsill you sat at.
The shrine maiden and Shogun stared on in shock as you hopped onto the hands of the tallest Gashadokuro, blowing a raspberry at the duo as you and the large skeletons stalked away into the distance.
“…Yae?”
“…Even I do not have an answer for what just happened, my Shogun.”
And as you lay down on the hands of your current ride, you slowly drift back off to sleep in the slow sway of the breeze.
Smallest of inconvenience:
Fox!Creator: *Summons every Yokai known to man*
I love my little eepy fox. All they wanna do is sleep man! Why can’t people just accept that! If you don’t want to be cursed, don’t wake up the fox! ૮꒰˶ - ˕ -꒱ა
can I request a tiger!creator meeting Paimon or Nahida, and just being so cute with them like tiger!creator just stares at them for a minute and is like: “these babies so adorable must feed” basically the tiger momma senses are being tenfold like these are their Cubs alongside Alhaitham and Kaveh 🥺
The three men stared at you as you curled around Nahida and Paimon.
“Alhaitham what do?-“
“Nothing Traveler. Just let them have this.”
Kaveh had no shame as he slithered into a crack that wasn’t taken up by your new babies.
Now it was only Traveler and Alhaitham who stood.
Aether could hear the muffled cries of Paimon, screaming at him to get her out, but Nahida was quiet. Taking a harder look at her, the blonde realized she had fallen asleep in your fur.
Just like Kaveh, you had just literally passed out as soon as he hit your backside.
You moved around, making sure not to jostle Nahida or Kaveh, and moved Paimon into your front most paws, before gently licking at her head.
“AHHHHH!! GET IT OFF PAIMON!!!” The floating child screeched.
Aether only chuckled.
“They must think your emergency food as well, Paimon.” He mused. The fairy only looked incredulously at her travel buddy.
Then you huffed and also looked up incredulously. You pressed a paw to your chest and stared with the most offended face a Tiger cold make. Aether flinched while Alhaitham smirked a little. He turned away to hide his smile, however.
“They don’t think Paimon is emergency food.” Paimon said smugly. Alhaitham finally spoke up.
“They’re grooming you.”
“Huh?”
“Grooming. Most commonly Rishboland Tigers only ever groom their cubs or other members of their ambushes as shows of affection and care. To be groomed by an our Rishboland Tiger is them essentially welcoming them to our strike. In common terms, they see you as their child, or someone they wish to care for.” As Alhathim finished his monologue, the duo stared at him before Aether made a noise of discontent.
“How come they don’t want to groom me?” He has a childish frown on his face which made Paimon laugh.
“Perhaps if you go up to them, they will take you in as well?” Alhaitham mused.
“Fine then.” Aether then walked towards you, only to be swatted away by a paw.
“WHAT THE-“
“Ah. It seems they’ve taken offense to your claims of Paimon being “emergency food”, Traveler.” Aether just stood in silence as Paimon’s laughed only grew in volume.
Alhaitham simply shook his head at the sight of you immediately going back to grooming Paimon. He walked over and sat down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.
You stopped grooming the child to look at him, then you looked at Aether. He flinched before you chuffed. Hesitantly he walked over, but you showed no hostility.
He walked to the other side of you and lied his body next to you, curling into your side. After you heard his breaths slow, you lay you head down next to the passed out and snoring Paimon.
You smiled as you closed your eyes with your little strike surrounding you.
…
… Nahida glanced up at you with a small twinkle in her eyes.
“It seems the Irminsul truly was right. It is an honor to have you back, my Creator.”
And with that, she pushed her face into your plush fur, and fell into a well deserved slumber.
I feel like Nahida would know almost immediately, because if in every other story we act like the original creator and stuff on top of looking like them, all it’d take is a quick look at the Irminsul and this wack ass “iMpOsTeR” to see who’s who. Anyway Tiger!Creator best mother no cap ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱-
Fox!Creator in inazuma at the temple, it could start with just meeting yae, she's being her usual sassy fox self, and then we could meet Raiden who's visiting yae? Or maybe we go with yae to mess with gorou, and in the process meet kokomi? Ooh or we go with her to a meeting and meet the kamisato siblings! Or perhaps kujou Sara went with Raiden? Kirara delivers a package to narukami shrine? Maybe we go with her to yae publishing house and run into itto and shinobu and the arataki gang, in the street beetle fighting? Or they're going with itto to buy the lastest miss hina advice book! Idk just some ideas that sprang to mind as soon as I saw that creator could be fox lol, hope you like at least one of them :D
Today there was supposed to be another ‘execution’. (Vision taking)
Instead, there was a small fox sleeping on the Raiden Shogun’s platform, blocking her path.
That fox, was you.
Honestly? People thought she’d kick poor you, but instead she gently pushed you with her foot. (‘Still technically a kick.’ Some people in the crowd thought)
But the small fox with a strikingly large tail didn’t budge. In fact, you swatted at her shoe, turning over and… lying. On her shoe.
She glanced at her guards - who shrugged- before nudging you again. This time, however, you made a noise of disagreement, and swatted at her leg.
With your claws.
Effectively ripping the fabric.
…Uh oh.
Her eyes narrowed, and forced you off with a little more force, forcing you to awake. Naturally, you were just a little pissy that you nap was rudely interrupted by some prissy bitch with ass shorts, so you did the only logical thing a god in fox form would do.
Summon ancient yōkai, no duh.
Large oni with red and blue skin emerged from the bushes, their bodies imbedded with the power of geo, causing rampant chaos. Kitsune appeared from the shadows, luring men and women alike away for… let’s just say mischief. Kappa stole children away into the water, forcing them to swim home, laughing at their misery.
What? You didn’t actually want to kill people! Killing causes death, man! That shit kills you!
Glancing back up at the Shogun, you shook your body and licked at your fur, looking for someone.
“HEY!!! LITTLE FOX!!! OVER HERE!!!!” There he was.
Sticking your tail up at the Shogun, you jumped off the platform, and moved onto the Main Street, weaving through the crowd running from oni, and finally making it to your friend.
Arataki Itto. Your numero uno.
Holding a palm out, you quickly scale his body, laying down around his shoulders, resting your head on his. Felling your tail getting scratched, you noted that Shinobu was also here. Neat.
“YEAH!! TAKE THAT RAIDEN SHOGUN!! YOU GOT TAKEN OUT BY A FOX HAHAHAHA!!!!”
Normally you would’ve taken offense… if you weren’t already asleep again.
And with that, the Itto gang ran off, leaving a now extremely pissed off Shogun. Though a chuckle sounded behind her.
“Well then, a new fox.~ Whatever shall we do?~”
“Not now, Yae.”
All that matters to you was that your little group was safe, and that you could sleep in peace.
Itto Gang normally: 🎉🥳🎈🎁🎁🪅🪩👯♂️👯♀️👯🍾🎊🎈🎁🎈🍾🥳🍾👯🎊🎊🍾🎁🎁👯♂️🍾👯♀️🍾🎁🪅🪅🪩🪩🎁🎊🥳
Fox!Creator: 😴
Itto Gang after seeing them asleep: 🎉🥳🎈🎁🎁🪅🪩👯♂️👯♀️👯🍾🎊🎈🎁🎈🍾🥳🍾👯🎊🎊🍾🎁🎁👯♂️🍾👯♀️🍾🎁🪅🪅🪩🪩🎁🎊🥳
Hehe. Chaos Boar, pampered Otter, parental Tiger, eepy Fox! All that’s left is Liyue! Let’s see who gets here first!~ ໒꒰ྀི ܸ. .ܸ ꒱ྀི১ !!
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