Anyone don’t believe in miracles, I’m here to prove you wrong! After a hiatus of three years and some change, Catastrophia managed to hit the ball right outta the park and bring Me and Mr Cullen home COMPLETE!
That was me when I saw the updates pop up in my inbox…two in a row *THUD!*
It was just a long weekend in Vegas, so how did eighteen year old high school senior Bella Swan end up married to thirty one year old movie exec, Edward Cullen? This is the story of their awkward life. Rated M for future lemons.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 39 – Words: 142,116 – Reviews: 8,859 – Favs: 6,306 – Follows: 7,594 – Updated: Jan 7 – Published: Mar 15, 2012 – Status: Complete – id: 7925096
After a fun day of seein’ the sights of Las Vegas, followed by a sumptuous dinner and too much champagne, the Vegas cliché…
A deep groan escaped the chest beneath my head. How did this happen? My gaze flitted around, realizing that I was not in my hotel room. My eyes shot down, and I sighed when finding my dress was still on and so was most of his suit. Though his shirt was unbuttoned enough to reveal the sculpted chest beneath.
One of the hands moved up and brushed the hair from my face before tilting my head back. Edward’s emerald eyes widened when they met my brown.
“Jesus-fucking-Christ!” he cursed.
His eyes squeezed shut and he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. I don’t know why, but his reaction made my chest tighten. I needed to leave, get away, now.
Using the hand on his chest, I pushed up, lifting me from the bed and his warmth.
“I. . . have to go,” I whispered.
He opened his eyes at my movement, and his hand reached out, grabbing mine as I tried to remove it from his chest.
“Wait. . . What the hell is that?” he questioned and my eyes followed his down to the large diamond ring I was sporting.
“I don’t know. It was there when I woke up.”
Quickly, he jerked his other arm out from underneath my body, his eyes widening when a white gold band reflected in the light.
“Oh, my God!” I gasped. “Did we. . . I. . . how. . . ”
“I don’t know, but I think so,” he replied to my incomplete and incoherent questions, the same running through his own mind.
Jumping up, he staggered, grabbing his head and stumbling back to the bed. Trying again, slowly, he walked across the room to the table and picked something up from the glass top.
He picked up another item, and then began mumbling and chanting ‘fuck’ over and over.
“What is it?” I asked, though I had a feeling I knew what it was already.
“Well, Mrs. Cullen, it’s our marriage certificate.”
Each assumed the other regretted the deed and the word annulment was bandied about but a clearer head prevailed!
“There you are! I didn’t think you’d be out all night. Hope you two had fun!” she exclaimed with a wink and ushered us in.
I wanted to face palm myself from her reaction. My mom was actually hoping I had sex with him?
“I’m surprised to see you as well, Edward,” she said, smiling at him.
“Well, hurry on in, check out is in two hours and I want to get another few minutes in at the casino before we head out.”
“Actually, Renee, we have something to tell you before that,” Edward started before announcing. “We got married last night.”
Her eyes were almost bugging out of her head as she looked between us.
“Don’t worry, Mom, we’re going to get an annulment,” I said hurriedly.
“Why?” my mother asked and she was genuinely confused.
What the hell?
Only my mother. Rational people knew why.
“Because, this was a mistake. We just drank too much Champagne.
She’s only eighteen, Renee,” Edward pointed out.
“So. You’re married now; why not give it a try?” Renee questioned like it was the most obvious answer.
“She’s eighteen and still in high school! We live in different states,” he argued.
“Edward, do you like her?” she asked pointedly.
“Just answer, please,” she requested.
Edward’s eyes widened. “Well. . . yes.”
“Good. She’ll go home with you, and I’ll send her things.”
“What?” Edward and I cried at the same time.
“Mom?” I looked at her inquisitively, my chest tightening. Was she trying to get rid of me?
“Oh, Bella, sweetheart,” she said and wrapped her arms around me.
“Why?” I asked softly, my voice quivering.
“I see your why and raise you a how. How do you two know this wasn’t meant to be? Maybe this was destiny hitting you both over the head,” she explained and turned to Edward. “Is that really your only concern, Edward, her age?”
“I. . . ummm.. . she’s in her senior year.”
“Yes, and it’s only the fall semester. She can easily enroll in classes where you live,” she stated and then sighed. “Look, Edward, there must have been something about her that interested you, otherwise you wouldn’t have asked her to marry you. You bought a ring and said ‘I do’. It doesn’t matter how much you had to drink, that was what you did. Drinking is not an excuse to wipe everything away in the morning. You two are married. Deal with it.”
Well, dealin’ with it AND the reaction of Edward’s family prove to be Bella’s real education…oh, that and what she learns from Edward in the bedroom and you’ll have to read to follow his class with her LMAO!
If there was a category of fics called “How The Hell Did I Miss This One?” Drotuno’s Gravity Series would be at the top of the list, which I’ve discovered to my great delight…after much urgin’ from Zveka! She’s even got Kay readin’ along with me while she’s re-readin’ for the umpteenth time LOL!
The definition of a mercenary is a soldier for hire. His crew are trained fighting machines. Hers are smart PIs. What happens when they need each other to survive? Canon couples. AH/AU. Rated M for lots of reasons, including violence and lemons.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Hurt/Comfort/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 33 – Words: 302,953 – Reviews: 4,752 – Favs: 3,790 – Follows: 1,407 – Updated: Jun 25, 2011 – Published: Feb 18, 2011 – Status: Complete – id: 6755101
Edward Cullen is a soldier for hire that works for his father, Bella Swan is a Private Investigator and the daughter of Carlisle Cullen’s best friend, Charlie. When Bella goes missing, Carlisle employs his own band of mercenaries, including his son to find her and protect her. What happens when Bella finds out that her father’s business partner and best friend isn’t exactly what he said he was? What happens when Bella discovers that the boy she met one time is now an efficient military killing machine? And what happens when she decides that it doesn’t matter? But what kind of Bella does Edward find?
First time Bella meets Edward:
I was twelve years old when I met the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. He was sweet, kind, funny, and had the most adorable speech impediment. He stuttered. A lot. He was shy – very shy – with crazy hair and a crooked smile, but it was his eyes I remembered the most.
Green. They were piercing green, framed with long, dark eyelashes women would give an appendage for. He had a round face – still somewhere between boyish and teen – and smooth, pale skin.
The next time Bella comes face-to-face with Edward years later:
I heard running steps and a door open, but it was a loud boom that made my mind come undone, because suddenly, I was plunged into complete blackness. Miller had turned the lights off on me, but it had never been this dark, because the light from upstairs had always filtered dimly from underneath the door. But this…this was like someone had taped my eyes closed, like I had gone entirely blind. And that scared the shit out of me, because it wasn’t so bad when I could see shit coming my way, and now I couldn’t.
The table I was lying on shook with the force of whatever had exploded.
Another, smaller, explosion happened right above my head, causing dust to fall onto my face, and I started to struggle under the tight leather straps that Miller had around me. I was going to burn right on that table.
Quieter, yet unsure, footsteps came down the stairs, a flashlight behind them, and I started to hyperventilate. I couldn’t breathe, see, or even formulate a clear thought.
“Easy, Bella,” a smooth, velvet, but so very calming voice met my ears, and all I knew was that it wasn’t Miller.
I dissolved into hysterics.
“Shh…it’s okay, it’s okay,” he said, his fingers struggling to slide under the leather straps. “I need to get…something to cover you up…”
“Don’t leave me…” I panicked, grabbing at whatever I could get a hold of once my arms were free. “Please…don’t…” I cried.
“Okay, I won’t, I swear,” he sighed, freeing me from the rest of my restraints. He stepped back just a little, covering me up with what felt like a leather jacket. “Can you hold on?” he asked gently.
I nodded, allowing him to wrap my arms around his shoulders. Warm, strong arms slipped underneath my legs, lifting me up as if I weighed nothing, and I curled into him, unable to stem my tears.
He smelled like leather and comfort and man. He smelled like strength and warmth, and I gave in, because I was too tired, too beaten to fight.
Once he’d carried me up the stairs, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.
Should you decide to join us, I promise you won’t regret it!!!
Hold onto your hearts, ladies, ’cause you will not believe how fast you fall completely in love with Edward in Bornonhalloween’s latest jewel, courtesy of the P.S. I Love You Contest!
He’s old school, and I think I like it! 2nd Place Judges’ and Public Votes, P.S. I LOVE YOU CONTEST.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 6 – Words: 12,810 – Reviews: 615 – Favs: 358 – Follows: 599 – Updated: Jan 10 – Published: Dec 23, 2016 – id: 12286291
Of course it starts pouring because I actually flat-ironed my hair this morning. I hunch my shoulders as if playing turtle might stop the raindrops from landing on my head and my skintight clothes. If only I had a real waterproof shell to escape into.
Come on, 51! If the bus arrives before my T-shirt gets soaked through, this day might not be a total disaster.
A body shuffles behind me; the rain stops—or at least, it stops falling on me. A soft pitter-pat above my head muffles the noise pollution of the city street. Any other day, I would shrug away from a stranger’s umbrella. Today, I can’t afford to be prickly.
Craning my neck, I take a cautious peek at the pavement behind me. A man’s brown loafers, almost twice the size of my own open toed sandals, stand firm against the water droplets ricocheting off the sidewalk. My gaze ventures up his tan corduroy pants, just reaching his thigh when a deep voice startles me.
“Sorry, didn’t meant to scare you. I hope you don’t mind.”
My focus jumps to the man’s face—a handsome, grown-up face framed by a close-trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. A hint of a smile brushes his cheeks, mirrored in his silvery-blue eyes.
“Not at all. Thanks, actually.”
His grin widens. “It goes against my grain to let a lady get wet.”
Coming from any other guy, that line would definitely ring the creeper bell. Something about this man—maybe the crinkles etched at the corners of his eyes and lips—lends a sense of depth that instantly sets me at ease. Or maybe his swoon-worthy smile has lulled me into a false sense of security.
“I appreciate that.”
“My pleasure.” He steps close to my side, creating a safe, dry island for two.
Such a sweet and saucy first meetin’ as they share an umbrella and a seat on the bus. Of course, this isn’t the last time she sees him!
With trembling fingers, I pull a cocktail napkin off the stack and set it neatly in front of him. “Welcome to Hooters, Umbrella Man.”
My voice sounds steadier than I feel.
“I told you you’d get the job.”
So he had. “You come here often?”
He chuckles. “No. I had to come see for myself. . . ” What he’s come to see becomes apparent as his eyeballs hit the “HOOTERS” stretched across my chest. “Bella. Suits you.”
“Well, that doesn’t seem fair. Now you know my job and my name.”
“I’m Edward.” He offers his hand, and I take it before remembering mine is damp and chilly from handling cold beverages and wet cloths.
“Sorry, my hand is—”
His grip tightens as I try to pull away. “Incredibly soft,” he says, holding my gaze as firmly as my hand.
A shiver races up my arm. “Edward? Not Eddie or Ed? Or Ted?”
“Never Ted. Eesh!” No, I suppose, not Ted for the man who brings his mother flowers.
“Edward, then. That suits you, too. Very old-school.”
“Ouch.” He releases me and claps his hand to his chest.
“I like it. It’s different.”
“Old and different. Maybe I should quit while I’m behind.”
“Can I buy you a drink, Edward?”
“To make up for all the insults?” He gives me a fake-wounded pout I don’t buy for a second.
“Let’s call it a trade for the umbrella.”
Old School might be older but it’s nothin’ Bella can’t deal with and he’s not holdin’ back, either! Oooh, I really look forward to the updates on this one!
What fics are keepin’ you warm on a cold winter’s night?
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