under the mask (twilight x reader)

Chapter 8: its all fun and games till someone dies

Edward watched as y/n skirted around cars with a hood over her head and a darker outfit on. It was different than usual. Good different. Her cloak flapped behind her, the hood obscuring the top half of her face and leaving her wide grin on display.

She was holding some dimly glowing orb. It was a pale blue, like a blue flame.

She hopped into the car, sitting patiently, but buckling her seat belt.

"So, who was it?" Edward asked. "My uncle War. He was telling me to be careful. My parents are fighting again," y/n explained nonchalantly. "Oh. Sorry about that," Edward says, beginning to pull away from the curb. "Don't be, it happens every couple years," y/n shrugged.

Halfway through the drive, the sky darkened.

Edward parked. "We'll have to run from here on," he explained. Y/n got out, confusing Edward. He got out, as did Bella. "Well? Lead the way, edweirdo," y/n's grin grew. "I meant run, li- y/n," Edward stopped himself from using his pet name for y/n.

Y/n sighed. Bella was left completely clueless. Luckily, y/n's obal and reaping cloak warded off spirit stank.

Y/n leapt up onto a high branch, looking at Edward with an impatient expression.

Edward laughed lightly. "It's the cloak, Eddie beddie," she teased. "Stop being so cocky," Edward starts picking up Bella. "Race ya, edweirdo," y/n grins, turning and leaping gracefully from tree to tree, her cloak hugged around her top half. It only reached mid-thigh.

Edward chased her, only gaining on her when she would land, but losing her when she was airborne.

She was so graceful, free. So fragile, but rough.

She's gotten so comfortable with him that she's not so nervous around him anymore. He gets to see her in a way many will never.

She floated over the field, looking like a natural at the whole thing, landing gently on the ground.

She used her her obal like a yo-yo, spinning it, then yanking it into her palm. She pressed it to her cloaks clasp, letting it sit there.

"Y/n!" Emmett excitedly greeted, capturing the little reaper in a hug. Her hood dropped

"Hi Emmett," y/n said calmly. The family watched the exchange happily.

"Well, come on! Let's see what you got!" Emmett dragged her to the family. With her cloak, she could smell beautiful souls, but repel the more foul ones, so it was no surprise that the family's souls were bursting with warm, fresh scents.

I love this. I... love-... their souls?

She remembered Edward's mind reading abilities and stopped herself from admitting something she had yet to confirm to herself.

"What does my soul smell like?" Edward put a hand on her lower back.

"Burnt cinnamon and... magnolia," y/n told him honestly. "Souls have scents?" Rosalie asked. "Yup, yours smells like chamomile and lilies. All souls have 2 distinct scents. One that's signature and one that's floral," y/n explained. "Woah! That's cool," Alice beams.

"Well, let's play some baseball, yeah?" Bella interjected. Rude ass. Not everything's about you.

Y/n says, causing the realization of why Bella had such a dank smelling soul. She's a helpless narcissist.

Edward was noticeably tense. Your girlfriend is losing the brownie points she already lacked.

Y/n patted Edward's shoulder as he went to play field with Emmett.

Alice stood on the pitch, looking up at the sky. Jasper decided to be on Rosalie's team.

"I'll bat first," y/n steps up. Jasper, admiring her confidence, hands her a bat. She grabs it, pulling her hood up, her grin on display.

"Don't go easy on me, sweetheart!" Y/n shouts to Alice. She can't help but mimic y/n's massive grin. "Can't make promises here, darling," Alice's amber eyes trace y/n's figure, getting ready to pitch. She hurls the ball forward, watching her move.

From y/n's perspective, she slows down time around her, watching the ball hurl slower. Reapers don't abide by the laws of physics or time. So it was no surprise to y/n when time went back to normal and the ball went soaring quickly.

Y/n shrugged, dropped the bat, and tucked her hands in her pockets. Instead floating, she slowed time and walked casually. To the Cullens, she looked like a casually walking blur, some of her image staggering behind her.

She whistled, walking and watching the boys try to retrieve the ball before she could make it to home plate, but alas, they know not of her ability to bend time. Luckily her relative, chronos, to whom she was only loosely related, was currently imprisoned in tartarus.

She tapped home plate and snapped her fingers. Carlisle was so... captivated. She was a rose; so alluring and yet, deathly to the touch.

It reminded him of quote he'd read many years prior.

"The rose is the flower of love.
The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink roses are for love hopeful and expectant. White roses are for love dead or forsaken, but the red roses,
ah, the red roses are for love triumphant."

And he didn't miss the harsh glare Jasper sent him, knowing what Carlisle was feeling.

Jasper smirked, his eyes remaining momentarily on Carlisle as he turned to y/n. He put a hand under her chin, tilting it up. "You did great, firefly," he made sure to add more twinge to his southern accent as he listened to her heartbeat picking up. "Uh, thanks Jasper," she broke her gaze from Jasper's honey colored eyes. Her eyes returned to his when he kissed her cheek with a deep chuckle at her reaction.

He walked away to stand by Carlisle. "When you asked me in the car if I had anything to say... you meant to admit my... affinities, correct?" Carlisle asked, not looking at Jasper as to keep his attention on his family who was oblivious to the conversation.  "Let's just have a good game, huh? You bat after rose,"

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