Emmett x Reader
Emmett wants a pet but is sad knowing he'll outlive it, so reader gets him a tortoise
By - imlostinsantacarla
Melancholy wasn't ever Emmett's style. No it was not. He'd had the prospect lately of wanting to add a member to the family; certain that no one would injure or harm it. However, finding the perfect pet seemed brutally difficult: Nothing really would outlive him, and there was no possible way for him to prolong his life. One bite from a vampire and the venom would encase it's veins, making it no more.
You were certain that he would have sensed it's presence, the little scuffling in the box, it's miniature heartbeat. It was a wonder that you'd managed to get a hold of it; with much thanks to Edward!
"Emmett!" you called his name and quite languidly, slowly, he managed to settle himself to his feet and wander over to you. The sadness hitting him hard. But not for much longer.
"What is it, babe? The games on." he beckoned to the glowing television that flashed all sorts of colors, showing the game that he had been eager to see. It was the only thing cheering him up.
"How is it? Alice's visions proving a winning streak?" you raised your brows, settling the little box down on the counter. His golden orbs followed it, seeing a dark hump in the middle of the hole punched box.
"Nah, we're getting our asses kicked." he smirked, fingers unhooking the side of the lid, prying it off.
A little tortoise stared up at him, black orbs blinking. "What's this?" his wolfish grin spread across his countenance as he picked up the little fellow, - surprisingly tenderly at that -.
"Well, you know how you wanted a pet?" you murmured pretty sheepishly.
"Yeah. You got me a tur-"
"It's a tortoise!" your brows scrunched together, only causing him to laugh all the more heartily. "They live for around one thousand years, so I figured that it'd be your best option for an edition to the family." you smiled at his bright, bright orbs that twinkled at the tiny animal.
"Awesome! I'm gonna name it..." and off he went to watch the game with the little tortoise in his bulky bulbous fare hand. The amounts of options of names that floated around the house... well, let's just say it took almost a lifetime to come up with one for the little ectothermic critter.
Emmett was eternally grateful to you.
