The Twilight Twenty-Five

Prompt #: 20

Pen name: shoefreak37

Pairing: Jasper

Rating: K+

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If Jasper remembers anything about his human life, it's the heat in Texas. A cloudless summer day and no shade were enough to have the Devil mopping the sweat from his brow.

Working outside for his father, the sweat would run down Jasper's arms, his back; his eyes would burn. The beaded drops tickled his human flesh and it felt like tiny bugs crawling all over him.

Yes, Jasper remembers the heat in Texas, but no day could compare to the one he was bitten. While he burned from the venom, he thought of glaring sun, attempting to keep cool.


The Twilight Twenty-Five

Prompt #: 21

Pen name: shoefreak37

Pairing: Rosalie/Emmett

Rating: K+

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Rosalie sat by the riverbank, watching her two little boys fight over the rope swing. She couldn't count the amount of times she'd had to shout at them to stop arguing. Still, she wouldn't try to hide the smile that grew wider with each peal of laughter as they released the rope, falling into the cool water.

Rising to her feet, she decided to join them. Rosalie approached the water cautiously, dipping a toe in to test the temperature.

Rosalie felt Emmett's arms wrap around her and she sighed.

"What are you thinking about?" Emmett asked.

"Just daydreaming," she replied.


The Twilight Twenty-Five

Prompt #: 22

Pen name: shoefreak37

Pairing: James

Rating: T

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James liked to watch people. He liked to read them, figure them out, know secrets he should not - a dark movie theater was his favorite place to observe. Humans felt safe there, a cloak of darkness making them feel invisible. James could see well in the dark.

A man and a woman kissing - married, but not to each other.

A group of sixteen year olds - drunk.

An elderly woman - high as a kite.

A single mother - called in sick to work to get some time to herself.

A vampire - looking for his next meal.


The Twilight Twenty-Five

Prompt #: 23

Pen name: shoefreak37

Pairing: Bella/Alice

Rating: T

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"Come on! It's not like it's going kill you. My brother is going to do that."

Bella rolled her eyes, taking the cigarette and lighter from Alice. She lit it and inhaled, saying, "There. Are you happy?" in between coughs and splutters. Alice snatched the cigarette from Bella and took a long draw, scrunching up her nose..

"Yes," Alice chirped. "Now let's go sneak one of Charlie's beers!" She paused for a moment before saying, "Hold this," handing the lit cigarette to Bella.

It was then that Charlie pulled up.

"She made me do it," Alice said, pointing at Bella.


The Twilight Twenty-Five

Prompt #: 24

Pen name: shoefreak37

Pairing: Jacob and Billy

Rating: K+

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"I want to be a fireman," Jacob said, looking up at his father with unmatched adoration. Billy Black had taken his nine year old son to Port Angeles, and they had stopped to see one of Billy's friends who was doing some maintenance on a fire truck.

Billy smiled at his son, loving his toothy grin. "You can be whatever you want," he said back, not realizing how true the legends were, not knowing his son's future had already been decided.

"I can't wait! I want to help people and make them safe," Jacob said. He would get his chance.


The Twilight Twenty-Five

Prompt #: 25

Pen name: shoefreak37

Pairing: Kate/Garrett

Rating: T

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When faced with the end of time he held her close, hoping he could hide her away and their forever could go on, hoping that he was indestructible enough.

She loosened his arms and looked at him, words not passing her lips; she could not speak past the centuries of memories that filled her to bursting. He was eternally young, and she wanted to remember what he looked like when she no longer had eyes to see.

Slowly, it ended. Heat and flame, warmth and skin, cold and ice. And though their flesh no longer held them, they went on.