Sweet Catastrophe - A Ficmix
Title: Sweet Catastrophe
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She was intoxicating. There was no better way to describe her - intoxicating, breathtaking, devastatingly beautiful. And absolutely dangerous. Isabella Swan would be the death of him.
About this Ficmix: This has taken me months to finish. The first few parts were a breeze, but it took me forever to figure out why the mix wasn't flowing the way I wanted it to, and then what, exactly, I wanted to write for the songs I'd decided to use. But it is finally complete, and while the original song from the title is no longer included, it was too perfect not to use. I hope you enjoy :)
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dive right in, take a drink
falling by the wayside - people in planes
She was intoxicating.
There was no better way to describe her - intoxicating, breathtaking, devastatingly beautiful. And absolutely dangerous. A rose with thorns so sharp they could prick even a vampire's skin.
He could feel her impatience with him as she sat beside him in class. He couldn't read her thoughts, but he could read her expressions, could see that she was rapidly becoming annoyed with his cold shoulder act. He wanted to get to know her, wanted to learn more about that mind that he so wished he could read, wanted to lean in closer so he could better smell that mouthwatering scent of hers, wanted to sink his teeth into that lily white neck that was so temptingly left bare by the long, brown hair swept over her shoulder...
Edward groaned quietly and lowered his head to his arms.
Isabella Swan would be the death of him.
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and you laugh like water drowns
monday - fair
The sound of her laughter was all he would ever need. Nothing could ever be wrong as long as she was smiling.
They were lying on her bed, and the sweet, floral scent of her permeated everything - the air, her sheets, her clothes, her. He was tempting fate, being here alone like this, but he was too far gone now to even think about staying away.
He should have known she was plotting something right away - even in the darkness, he could tell she was blushing, and although a blushing Bella was nothing out of the ordinary, her cheeks were warmer than usual. He didn’t need Jasper’s power to tell she was embarrassed.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he pleaded, brushing his hand along her flushed cheeks, and she only reddened further. She shook her head.
Instead of answering, she went perfectly still. “Kiss me,” she whispered, leaning forward just slightly.
He took a moment to compose himself, reigning in his instincts, before closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to hers.
Bella sighed quietly, her fingers clenching into fists in her lap. The smell of her breath, the sound of her blood rushing through her veins - it was almost too much.
He pulled away a moment later, and she smiled, her eyes still closed. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Go to sleep now,” was his only answer, and she huddled closer to him as she drifted into slumber.
She said, “I’ll love you forever,” while she dreamed that night. Edward wasn’t sure how he felt that she was considering forever as an option already.
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this poison comes instruction free
disintegration - jimmy eat world
He could hear her heart pounding out a disjointed rhythm, and while usually he would relish in the sound, at the moment, he was blazing with his anger, too furious to truly notice.
"Bella," he said, jaw tensed. "Why must you persist in keeping this ridiculous and impossible hope? Do you want to become a monster?"
"Because Edward," she said his name with her teeth clenched tightly together. "I-"
And he decided, suddenly, that he didn't want to hear the answer. Instead, he kissed her. To stop her from saying whatever it was she was going to say, to stop her from rationalizing the situation, and really, because any excuse to kiss Bella was a welcome excuse.
A part of him felt guilty for using this tactic - she'd accused him of dazzling her many times before and he could tell by the maddening fluttering beats of her heart, the way the blood rushed to her cheeks, and the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed tighter against him that his method of distraction was working.
He slowly, gently shifted her arms to his lap and kissed a trail from the corner of her lips, across her jaw, down to her neck. Bella whimpered. Edward grinned.
Her next words, however, made him pause slightly in his exploration of her skin.
"You can distract me all you want," she said, voice breathy and soft and still the most musical sound he'd ever heard, despite the fact that he wished there were other words coming from her lips at the moment.
"You still won't change my mind on this, Edward." Her voice was stronger now, and he groaned against her throat.
"Bella, please," Edward pleaded, running his fingers across her shoulders then down her arms. "Please, see reason."
Her breath hitched. Her heart skipped a beat.
Then, she took his hands in hers and stared straight into his eyes. "I am being reasonable. Edward, don't you understand?" She pressed her hand against his face and he sighed at the exquisite warmth of her touch. "I want to be with you forever. And this is the only way." He stilled at her next words.
"Edward, I love you." She shook her head. "But if you won't change me, then someone else will."
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i know i broke it
blind - placebo
His heart was breaking.
His heart hadn’t beat in over ninety years, and yet somehow, some way, this little human girl with her innocent brown eyes and her sweet scent and her beautiful smile had broken his heart to pieces.
It will be as if I’d never existed. The words had just spilled out of his mouth, and she’d believed him so easily… given in without complaint, without question, and he’d simply turned his back and left her broken. She was still human, still fragile, and so easy to break…
She was safer this way, away from him, his family. Away from thoughts of indestructible vampires and eternity. She could focus on being normal, on being human.
She’ll heal, he told himself.
But as for him…
If he had a soul, he’d left it with her, hidden under her floorboards with her CD and her pictures and her plane tickets, because all he could feel was a hollow emptiness in his chest.
--
now here’s an apple with a tougher skin
don’t die in me - mirah
The most beautiful, most important thing in his world was currently lying in the grass on her stomach in front of his house, bare feet in the air swinging back and forth, eyes poring over her battered copy of Wuthering Heights for what had to be the seven hundredth time.
She was silent. She’d been silent a lot in the days since he’d come home. Alice thought she was probably content to be with him in silence, happy to simply let him hold her, just knowing he was there.
Jasper told him she was afraid that the wrong words would make him disappear.
Knowing what he’d done to her in all those months apart, knowing how he’d broken her, seeing her in the minds of all of her friends, of Charlie, of that dog, made him want to tear himself apart. He would give anything to make her see how much she loved him - anything but the one thing she truly wanted.
Bella leaned over, her face suddenly above his, and he smiled, reaching a hand from behind his head to brush along her cheek. She sighed, closing her eyes and murmured a quiet, “I love you.”
Edward leaned up on his elbows, taking in the floral, familiar smell of her. He pressed his lips to hers, and whispered, “I love you too,” wondering if eternity was the only way she would believe him.
--
she’ll burn our horizons, make no mistake
sunburn - muse
She was maddening.
With her sweet scent and her compromises and her desperate need to be just like him. For the few moments she’d worn his ring on her finger, however begrudgingly, he was sure he’d been the happiest person in the world.
He could deny her nothing.
Except, perhaps, forever.
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i'm a twisted firestarter
firestarter - jimmy eat world
She was intoxicating.
There was no better way to describe her - intoxicating, breathtaking, devastatingly beautiful. And absolutely dangerous. A rose with thorns so sharp they could prick even a vampire's skin.
This time, his teeth were the thorns that pricked her delicate, human skin, and he couldn't tell if the gasp he heard was hers or his own. The blood that filled his mouth quenched his thirst like no other. She tasted like manna from heaven, like the sweetest elixir he'd ever tasted, and for a single moment, he forgot why he was there. His thoughts were focused solely on blood, on life.
The sound of Bella's scream brought him crashing back to earth.
Edward wrenched himself away from her neck with great difficulty. Already, Bella was feeling the effects of the transformation. She was writhing in pain, biting her lip to keep from screaming again. He laid down and gently gathered her body against his, giving her enough room to move around if she needed to.
Bella rolled onto her side, eyes clenched shut, hands balled into fists, and curled into his chest. "You won't leave me, will you?" She asked quietly, then whimpered as another wave of pain rolled over her.
The sight of Bella in agony made his dead heart ache. "No," he promised, smoothing her hair away from her face. "No. I won't leave you." He kissed her forehead. "I'll never leave you, Bella," he said solemnly.
Three days later, when her heart stopped beating and her eyes opened, blood red and shining in the darkness, Edward realized, with a swift jolt of irony, that Isabella Swan hadn't been the death of him.
He'd been the death of Isabella Swan.
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Bonus track: Hurricane - Something Corporate (Title track - not in zip)
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She was intoxicating. There was no better way to describe her - intoxicating, breathtaking, devastatingly beautiful. And absolutely dangerous. Isabella Swan would be the death of him.
About this Ficmix: This has taken me months to finish. The first few parts were a breeze, but it took me forever to figure out why the mix wasn't flowing the way I wanted it to, and then what, exactly, I wanted to write for the songs I'd decided to use. But it is finally complete, and while the original song from the title is no longer included, it was too perfect not to use. I hope you enjoy :)
--
dive right in, take a drink
falling by the wayside - people in planes
She was intoxicating.
There was no better way to describe her - intoxicating, breathtaking, devastatingly beautiful. And absolutely dangerous. A rose with thorns so sharp they could prick even a vampire's skin.
He could feel her impatience with him as she sat beside him in class. He couldn't read her thoughts, but he could read her expressions, could see that she was rapidly becoming annoyed with his cold shoulder act. He wanted to get to know her, wanted to learn more about that mind that he so wished he could read, wanted to lean in closer so he could better smell that mouthwatering scent of hers, wanted to sink his teeth into that lily white neck that was so temptingly left bare by the long, brown hair swept over her shoulder...
Edward groaned quietly and lowered his head to his arms.
Isabella Swan would be the death of him.
--
and you laugh like water drowns
monday - fair
The sound of her laughter was all he would ever need. Nothing could ever be wrong as long as she was smiling.
They were lying on her bed, and the sweet, floral scent of her permeated everything - the air, her sheets, her clothes, her. He was tempting fate, being here alone like this, but he was too far gone now to even think about staying away.
He should have known she was plotting something right away - even in the darkness, he could tell she was blushing, and although a blushing Bella was nothing out of the ordinary, her cheeks were warmer than usual. He didn’t need Jasper’s power to tell she was embarrassed.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he pleaded, brushing his hand along her flushed cheeks, and she only reddened further. She shook her head.
Instead of answering, she went perfectly still. “Kiss me,” she whispered, leaning forward just slightly.
He took a moment to compose himself, reigning in his instincts, before closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to hers.
Bella sighed quietly, her fingers clenching into fists in her lap. The smell of her breath, the sound of her blood rushing through her veins - it was almost too much.
He pulled away a moment later, and she smiled, her eyes still closed. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Go to sleep now,” was his only answer, and she huddled closer to him as she drifted into slumber.
She said, “I’ll love you forever,” while she dreamed that night. Edward wasn’t sure how he felt that she was considering forever as an option already.
--
this poison comes instruction free
disintegration - jimmy eat world
He could hear her heart pounding out a disjointed rhythm, and while usually he would relish in the sound, at the moment, he was blazing with his anger, too furious to truly notice.
"Bella," he said, jaw tensed. "Why must you persist in keeping this ridiculous and impossible hope? Do you want to become a monster?"
"Because Edward," she said his name with her teeth clenched tightly together. "I-"
And he decided, suddenly, that he didn't want to hear the answer. Instead, he kissed her. To stop her from saying whatever it was she was going to say, to stop her from rationalizing the situation, and really, because any excuse to kiss Bella was a welcome excuse.
A part of him felt guilty for using this tactic - she'd accused him of dazzling her many times before and he could tell by the maddening fluttering beats of her heart, the way the blood rushed to her cheeks, and the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed tighter against him that his method of distraction was working.
He slowly, gently shifted her arms to his lap and kissed a trail from the corner of her lips, across her jaw, down to her neck. Bella whimpered. Edward grinned.
Her next words, however, made him pause slightly in his exploration of her skin.
"You can distract me all you want," she said, voice breathy and soft and still the most musical sound he'd ever heard, despite the fact that he wished there were other words coming from her lips at the moment.
"You still won't change my mind on this, Edward." Her voice was stronger now, and he groaned against her throat.
"Bella, please," Edward pleaded, running his fingers across her shoulders then down her arms. "Please, see reason."
Her breath hitched. Her heart skipped a beat.
Then, she took his hands in hers and stared straight into his eyes. "I am being reasonable. Edward, don't you understand?" She pressed her hand against his face and he sighed at the exquisite warmth of her touch. "I want to be with you forever. And this is the only way." He stilled at her next words.
"Edward, I love you." She shook her head. "But if you won't change me, then someone else will."
--
i know i broke it
blind - placebo
His heart was breaking.
His heart hadn’t beat in over ninety years, and yet somehow, some way, this little human girl with her innocent brown eyes and her sweet scent and her beautiful smile had broken his heart to pieces.
It will be as if I’d never existed. The words had just spilled out of his mouth, and she’d believed him so easily… given in without complaint, without question, and he’d simply turned his back and left her broken. She was still human, still fragile, and so easy to break…
She was safer this way, away from him, his family. Away from thoughts of indestructible vampires and eternity. She could focus on being normal, on being human.
She’ll heal, he told himself.
But as for him…
If he had a soul, he’d left it with her, hidden under her floorboards with her CD and her pictures and her plane tickets, because all he could feel was a hollow emptiness in his chest.
--
now here’s an apple with a tougher skin
don’t die in me - mirah
The most beautiful, most important thing in his world was currently lying in the grass on her stomach in front of his house, bare feet in the air swinging back and forth, eyes poring over her battered copy of Wuthering Heights for what had to be the seven hundredth time.
She was silent. She’d been silent a lot in the days since he’d come home. Alice thought she was probably content to be with him in silence, happy to simply let him hold her, just knowing he was there.
Jasper told him she was afraid that the wrong words would make him disappear.
Knowing what he’d done to her in all those months apart, knowing how he’d broken her, seeing her in the minds of all of her friends, of Charlie, of that dog, made him want to tear himself apart. He would give anything to make her see how much she loved him - anything but the one thing she truly wanted.
Bella leaned over, her face suddenly above his, and he smiled, reaching a hand from behind his head to brush along her cheek. She sighed, closing her eyes and murmured a quiet, “I love you.”
Edward leaned up on his elbows, taking in the floral, familiar smell of her. He pressed his lips to hers, and whispered, “I love you too,” wondering if eternity was the only way she would believe him.
--
she’ll burn our horizons, make no mistake
sunburn - muse
She was maddening.
With her sweet scent and her compromises and her desperate need to be just like him. For the few moments she’d worn his ring on her finger, however begrudgingly, he was sure he’d been the happiest person in the world.
He could deny her nothing.
Except, perhaps, forever.
--
i'm a twisted firestarter
firestarter - jimmy eat world
She was intoxicating.
There was no better way to describe her - intoxicating, breathtaking, devastatingly beautiful. And absolutely dangerous. A rose with thorns so sharp they could prick even a vampire's skin.
This time, his teeth were the thorns that pricked her delicate, human skin, and he couldn't tell if the gasp he heard was hers or his own. The blood that filled his mouth quenched his thirst like no other. She tasted like manna from heaven, like the sweetest elixir he'd ever tasted, and for a single moment, he forgot why he was there. His thoughts were focused solely on blood, on life.
The sound of Bella's scream brought him crashing back to earth.
Edward wrenched himself away from her neck with great difficulty. Already, Bella was feeling the effects of the transformation. She was writhing in pain, biting her lip to keep from screaming again. He laid down and gently gathered her body against his, giving her enough room to move around if she needed to.
Bella rolled onto her side, eyes clenched shut, hands balled into fists, and curled into his chest. "You won't leave me, will you?" She asked quietly, then whimpered as another wave of pain rolled over her.
The sight of Bella in agony made his dead heart ache. "No," he promised, smoothing her hair away from her face. "No. I won't leave you." He kissed her forehead. "I'll never leave you, Bella," he said solemnly.
Three days later, when her heart stopped beating and her eyes opened, blood red and shining in the darkness, Edward realized, with a swift jolt of irony, that Isabella Swan hadn't been the death of him.
He'd been the death of Isabella Swan.
[.zip]
Bonus track: Hurricane - Something Corporate (Title track - not in zip)