Happy Birthday linzi20!
Yo, so I wrote Twilight fic, and it wasn't even Jacob related though he's mentioned, because I couldn't help that.
Also, I just got back from purchasing New Moon, and here's me in the store: I compare the 3-disc version ($19.99) to the 2 disc version ($16.99) and decide on the 3-disc version. The little kiosk that everything was set up on had so much Twi memorabilia, so I looked at each side--one side had books, one had the movies, one had t-shirts (Team Edward or Team Jacob), and the fourth side had other trinkets--like key chains, little purses, and get this: lunch boxes. Like the old school, lovely, shiny lunch pails of the 1980s. And I debated for like five minutes about buying one, even though they were $20 (which ultimately is why I did NOT buy one), but seriously, what is wrong with me? I have no need of a lunch box. I have no idea why this crazy phenomenon has such control over me. It's totally bizarre.
Anyway, on to Linzi's fic...
Title: Overcome
Author: domfangirl
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Edward Cullen/Bella Swan Cullen, with Renesmee
Warnings: Spoilers for all the books, I guess?
Word Count: ~400
Summary: Edward self-loathes with a different conclusion.
Author's Notes: This fic is set sometime during Breaking Dawn, after Bella's transformation and Renesmee's birth. I can't be more specific as I only read it once, and I've taken an oath to never have it in my house or read it ever again. *g*
He remembers when he realized she was so beautiful--it had been a moment of shock to be aware of her in more than just an I-want-to-kill-you sort of way. But her beauty has always been something that overcame him. It overcame his baser instincts. It overcame the fact that he should leave her alone.
It overcame the knowledge that Jacob Black might be a wiser choice for her, but Bella, being Bella would never make a wiser choice. Being privy to Jacob's thoughts had only made her appeal grow. Knowing the wolf saw everything he did, and also feeling the lack of control Jacob placed upon his thoughts was sometimes difficult. His desires were so similar to Edward's, though slightly crass, and unbelievably limited, but they only seemed to increase the love he felt for her.
The day he sees her, changed forever into an immortal being, he can't help but feel his non-essential breath freeze in his dead chest. Overcome, yet again.
She's only more. More of everything, more than he deserves, more than he could have ever hoped for. It's what is inside her that makes her so beautiful though, and now it's as though that willingness to sacrifice and give, give, give until she was literally dead, has amplified everything good and right about her.
He will spend eternity trying to be worthy of her, but he knows he cannot. Nothing he's ever done--in his mortal life that he can't even remember now, and especially nothing he's done in his immortal life--has ever been enough to have all of this.
He looks down at his daughter in his arms, her wise eyes seeing everything and beyond, and when she places her small hands against his face, he sees the future she deserves. Suddenly, it all comes together, and he understands.
He sees that he will somehow give it to her, with her mother's help. Or, more likely, he will assist Bella actually, and he finds himself chuckling about that. Perhaps allowing himself to be happy is the hardest instinct he's ever had to hurdle himself over.
"Edward?" Bella's voice cuts into his thoughts. She wraps her arm around his waist and presses her cheek to his arm. Renesmee reaches one hand out to touch Bella's face, and they watch in tandem what lies ahead. Bella smiles, and Edward's heart beats in a lovely echo inside his mind.
This is life eternal, right here, with his family.
Also, I just got back from purchasing New Moon, and here's me in the store: I compare the 3-disc version ($19.99) to the 2 disc version ($16.99) and decide on the 3-disc version. The little kiosk that everything was set up on had so much Twi memorabilia, so I looked at each side--one side had books, one had the movies, one had t-shirts (Team Edward or Team Jacob), and the fourth side had other trinkets--like key chains, little purses, and get this: lunch boxes. Like the old school, lovely, shiny lunch pails of the 1980s. And I debated for like five minutes about buying one, even though they were $20 (which ultimately is why I did NOT buy one), but seriously, what is wrong with me? I have no need of a lunch box. I have no idea why this crazy phenomenon has such control over me. It's totally bizarre.
Anyway, on to Linzi's fic...
Title: Overcome
Author: domfangirl
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Edward Cullen/Bella Swan Cullen, with Renesmee
Warnings: Spoilers for all the books, I guess?
Word Count: ~400
Summary: Edward self-loathes with a different conclusion.
Author's Notes: This fic is set sometime during Breaking Dawn, after Bella's transformation and Renesmee's birth. I can't be more specific as I only read it once, and I've taken an oath to never have it in my house or read it ever again. *g*
He remembers when he realized she was so beautiful--it had been a moment of shock to be aware of her in more than just an I-want-to-kill-you sort of way. But her beauty has always been something that overcame him. It overcame his baser instincts. It overcame the fact that he should leave her alone.
It overcame the knowledge that Jacob Black might be a wiser choice for her, but Bella, being Bella would never make a wiser choice. Being privy to Jacob's thoughts had only made her appeal grow. Knowing the wolf saw everything he did, and also feeling the lack of control Jacob placed upon his thoughts was sometimes difficult. His desires were so similar to Edward's, though slightly crass, and unbelievably limited, but they only seemed to increase the love he felt for her.
The day he sees her, changed forever into an immortal being, he can't help but feel his non-essential breath freeze in his dead chest. Overcome, yet again.
She's only more. More of everything, more than he deserves, more than he could have ever hoped for. It's what is inside her that makes her so beautiful though, and now it's as though that willingness to sacrifice and give, give, give until she was literally dead, has amplified everything good and right about her.
He will spend eternity trying to be worthy of her, but he knows he cannot. Nothing he's ever done--in his mortal life that he can't even remember now, and especially nothing he's done in his immortal life--has ever been enough to have all of this.
He looks down at his daughter in his arms, her wise eyes seeing everything and beyond, and when she places her small hands against his face, he sees the future she deserves. Suddenly, it all comes together, and he understands.
He sees that he will somehow give it to her, with her mother's help. Or, more likely, he will assist Bella actually, and he finds himself chuckling about that. Perhaps allowing himself to be happy is the hardest instinct he's ever had to hurdle himself over.
"Edward?" Bella's voice cuts into his thoughts. She wraps her arm around his waist and presses her cheek to his arm. Renesmee reaches one hand out to touch Bella's face, and they watch in tandem what lies ahead. Bella smiles, and Edward's heart beats in a lovely echo inside his mind.
This is life eternal, right here, with his family.