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forksianbeaute · 6 months

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Bleed Me Dry | C. Cullen | Prologue

𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Warnings: This entire story is intended to be read by those who are at least eighteen years old. This chapter itself doesn’t contain any mature content, but I will block all ageless and underage blogs who interact with this post.

It’s still early — too fucking early. The sun has not risen above the horizon just yet, though from what you have been told, you figure that it wouldn’t really make the scene look any different even if it had, since there’s a thick, dark curtain of clouds veiling the skies of Forks more often than not.

Glancing outside, you take a brief moment to appreciate the beauty of the picture that opens right behind that steamy, clearly never-washed window of the Forks Hospital’s break room. It’s something you’re not used to viewing as beautiful, but now — looking at the endless sea of dark green and gloom, and seeing how both of those elements tie the picture together whilst somehow only adding to one another’s beauty —, you’re beginning to think you’ve never seen anything as beautiful in your life.

“I would like for all of you to meet the newest addition to the team.”

It’s one of the board directors — one of those four people, who actually have a say in what goes on inside the walls of Forks Hospital these days —, who introduces you to the entire staff.

You’re not quite sure what kind of a welcome it was that you were expecting to be greeted with upon arriving, but it surely wasn’t anything like this.

A couple dozen pairs of tired, still half-closed eyes staring back at you. Unimpressed, perhaps even a little bored expressions carved onto the features of what seems that is literally every single person present. Coffee cups in the hands of most — the smoky aroma of that freshly brewed, nearly black liquid that is supposed to knock some life into the employees of this hospital now lingering in the air.

Forcing an awkward smile onto those cherry-red painted lips of yours, you say, “Hi.”

It’s not that you’re shy, or not-that-good with people, because really you’re not either of those things — you’re quite the opposite, actually —, but something about seeing those nonchalant, ‘Can we go now?’ looks on the faces of your new colleagues seems to shove every single thing you thought you could say to them down your throat — making sure that this situation is way more awkward than what it needs to be.

The board director, Samuel White, gives his throat a rather loud clear, making it evident to everyone present that he doesn’t approve of this being the kind of a welcome new employees are greeted with here, at Forks Hospital.

Noticing that his efforts don’t really make a difference — noticing that not a singular person straightens their spine, or even tries to fix the look on their face —, he sighs, the audible exhale loud enough to be heard over the steady humming of the air conditioning unit that you’re sure runs on full speed all day and all night, just to be able to keep the humidity of this rainy city outside the hospital’s walls.

“Anyway…,” he then says, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “She’ll be with us until the end of her residency. She’s a damn good doctor and surely a great addition to the team, so… Be nice.”

It almost feels as if you were eleven years old again. Standing in front of the classroom, with a backpack full of heavy books resting on your shoulder. An awkward smile tugging the corners of your mouth upwards, while waving at your new classmates — something that the teacher insisted you do.

Come to think of it, the situation which you’re in now isn’t that much different, actually. Only now you’re standing in front of a hospital’s break room instead of a classroom. Only now the room is brimming with highly educated adults instead of kids whose parents have spoiled them rotten — who they either don’t seem to give a flying fuck that you’re here.

Though it is something you don’t notice, at one of those flimsy-looking, white cafeteria tables that someone with poor taste has decided to decorate the break room with, sits Dr. Carlisle Cullen. There is no coffee cup in his hand like there is in the hands of many others, but instead a few patient files sitting in a nice and neat pile before him, patiently waiting for him to start his day by going through them.

With both of his elbows resting on top of that god-awful table, and with one hand’s fingers curled into a loose fist that is now positioned right before his nose and mouth, he sits still — not really having it in himself to do anything else because God, that’s how good you smell. And though every single person in this room kind of does smell good to him, this is different. You are different.

He has been around for a while. He has treated more patients with open wounds than he cares to count, and thus has become very familiar with the scent of fresh blood and the iron-like tang there is to it that tickles his nostrils each time he allows air to flow into his lungs at work.

Yet still, right here and now — with the air conditioning unit circling the air that to him now smells like a mixture of fresh coffee, you and the scent of that sweet, floral perfume of yours —, he feels the need to excuse himself.

God, it’s going to be a hell of a long next few years.

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velvetcloxds · 8 months

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Looking for somebody =

+ could you pls make the reader chubby cus am chubby girl and it would be a comfort for me after today 😅❤ but only if you want to ofc anyways i hope you had a good day ♡♡<3

A FEW CENTURIES | C.C.

word count: 0.7k

warnings: chubby!reader, not specified anywhere but it's chubby-reader-friendly as always, I also have not read the vampire diaries books, just watched the show

summary: carlisle and edward find your obsession with the vampire diaries books a little ridiculous, especially when you've got your own house of vampires right there in the real world

It was a dangerous thing, reading around Edward, whatever you were reading was bound to count as entertainment for him as well, even if he was busing himself with his own thing which he always was. Lately, you'd been getting into a silly little series of books you'd been gifted as a joke at first, the writing wasn't really something to rave about but the characters had stolen your interest and you were deadset on finishing the whole series despite the mind reader's distain.

"Edward, I can't focus with all that ruckus," you noted with an overly dramatic sigh, expecting that very look to rest on his face as he caught you telling him off for doing something in his own home. He lifted his hands from the ivory keys of the piano with a sigh of his own. "Must you play while I'm reading?" you huffed and stuffed the faded receipt into your book to hold your place.

"Must you read while I'm playing?" he demanded in return and you heard the softest scoff from the kitchen where Carlisle was making you dinner, his favorite pastime as of late, making the most of his fancy kitchen on your behalf.

"Carlisle, your son is being insufferable," you noted with a delicate smirk, tilting your head back to see a similar look on his face as he met your gaze. "His irritation with my book has turned to actual sabotage."

"You truly think I spend my days planning ways to disrupt your reading?" Edward played a few notes, it wasn't half as bad as you'd expect from your words but it was untimely. How were you to focus on the current villain taking his shot to kill Elena if you were distracted by Edward's rendition of Mozart? "Burning those books of yours would take up much less of my time, this-" he pushed down onto a lower key, humming at the sound and chuckling lightly at your frown. "This is merely to help me endure it."

"You know, you may look like a teenager, Edward, but you can't hide the fact that you're really just a bitter old man," you informed him, and when he chuckled you did too, wanting to get back to your book. Still, you weren't all that bothered that you couldn't when Carlisle sat down on the couch next to you, giving the two of you a familiar look before taking the book from your hands and scanning the page.

"Bitter old men, she says," he mused, very perfectly landed on a page where Elena was stuck right in the middle of some vampire crisis having to be saved by a vampire named Damon who by the looks of it seemed more popular for his appearance than his actions based on Elena's reaction which didn't at all match her description of him. "Seems you have a type," he concluded and was sure to take note of the page you were on before closing the book and chucking it onto the coffee table.

"You jealous, my love?" you teased and he was happy to play along if it meant you'd draw closer to him, leaning onto his chest and brushing a hand around his neck.

"Should I be?" he furrowed his brows in mock concern, shamelessly dragging a hand to cup your waist, the other lifting your palm to steal a kiss, at the ever-disgusted expense of Edward who had gone back to playing as loud as he could.

"Never," you replied earnestly, kissing the tip of his nose before brushing against it with your own. "You're the only dead man I have eyes for," he pinched your waist at that, leaning in for a kiss of his own satisfaction only pleased when you smiled against his lips to end it. "Plus," you hummed, tugging lightly at the hair settled in the nape of his neck to keep his focus. "He's far too young for my liking, you got a good two or three centuries on him."

"Watch it, trouble," he laughed, smacking lightly at your behind when you jumped off him to taste whatever he'd concocted for your dinner.

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local-crying-boy · 1 month

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As If To Turn Back Time

Carlisle Cullen X Female!Reader

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Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Female!Reader

Genre: One-Shot, fluff, reunion

Warnings: literally just ignoring Carlisle’s backstory a bit cause I’m too stupid to understand dates and such, failed attempt at me writing people talking from the 1600s with only Bridgeton as a guide

Summary: You and Carlisle met in the 1600s, you had grown close and wanted to come clean to him. However, you had no choice but to leave. The two of you meet years later, Carlisle realising you are a vampire and you discovering that he had turned.

Word Count: 2.7k

A/n: This poor draft has been sitting in my drafts for way too damn long, so long that you can probably see how my writing style changes half way through :(

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The two of you had often walked long walks during the day, talking about seemingly anything and everything. The conversations never pausing or becoming overbearingly dull, it seemed as if you could talk for hours on end.

You, despite not wanting to, grew close to Carlisle, even starting to be on a first name basis. He had always been gentlemen like and was not like the other men you’d talked to, simply wanting somebody to ‘woo’ and eventually marry.

Of course, you never stayed long enough for engagement to even be considered.

However, you didn’t want to leave this one. He was kind, kind unlike the others. His words were genuine, his smile was not faked nor was it practiced. He didn’t say the things he wanted you to hear, he was true about his thoughts and feelings.

He was as though he was too good to he true.

Carlisle thought this about you too. Kind, genuine, true. However, he was correct about being too good to be true, because you knew you had to leave, to break his heart.

Each evening, after parting ways with the Doctor, you cursed yourself. How could you be so careless with your heart? So quick to fall in love? You would outlive him for God’s sake! You would leave before you even got the chance to tell him you loved him, before he could even realise that you were going to leave.

There was no way to ever have a human and a vampire together, not without the Volturi knowing or without the human dying. Having both end up being dead, Carlisle would be buried and you would have half your heart ripped apart. There was no way to run from this problem. You loved him.

You loved Carlisle Cullen.

On June 2nd, 1661, at 3:26pm on a Tuesday afternoon, you had decided to come clean to Carlisle. He was already beginning to piece together that there was something wrong with you, not eating, ice cold skin, never being out in the sun, so coming clean was not going to be a big deal.

However, when you decided that, you had heard talk of your unusual behaviour and your never aging body. That was when it hit you, you had to leave Carlisle before being truthful to him. There was no time for rushed letters or quick apologies.

And so by the 3rd, on the Wednesday morning, you were already out of London and heading to Scotland where you planned to soon move to… Well, you weren’t too sure. You had planned to go to Scotland, but you knew you most likely had to go further, with all your time spent with Carlisle you didn’t think of where you would go next.

When it hid Midday of the Wednesday you left, Carlisle had gone to the house you were staying at, an old friend of yours. He knocked on the wooden door, expecting you to show up in one of your usual light blue dresses. However, one of the Lady of the house’s maids opened the door.

Confusion had hit Carlisle almost immediately, you were always there to greet him, as if you already knew it was him at the door, “Excuse me, Miss. Is Miss L/n home?”

The brunette woman shook her head slightly, “No, Sir. She left not too long ago, I’m afraid.”

“Do you know when she will return?” Carlisle asked, questions circling around his head, you never mentioned leaving.

Once again, the woman shook her head, “She won’t be returning, Sir. Miss L/n said she was not to return.”

Heartbroken, Carlisle almost forgot how to breathe, “She has left London?”

This time, the woman nodded, “I am afraid so, Sir, she said it was something of last minute arrangements, she was adamant there could be no postponing. She mentioned something about Scotland, or Germany.”

Then, right there and then, Carlisle was certain his heart had broken into a multitude of pieces, never to be pieced together again. Had it been something he’d done? Weren’t the two of you getting along well?

• 1936, Forks, Washington •

Thirst was making your throat burn, making you agitated and irritated. You haven’t been able to slip away and hunt yet, since the work you had was piling up and unavoidable, so you had been pretty much relaying on pure luck that you wouldn’t rip open these people’s throats.

It was tempting. Really, really tempting. Especially since the majority of your co-workers were stuck-up, stubborn, assholes of men who got on your nerves on a daily basis and did not respect women what-so-ever. However, with a seemingly unbearable thirst that made your entire body beg to kill them, it became more easy for your thoughts to drift to murder and made the thirst even more unbearable. Almost as if it would kill you.

If you could get headaches, you were sure you would’ve gotten one from these idiotic people. You watched the time and counted the seconds, hoping that focusing on the time would make the thoughts of their blood fade away into the back if your mind.

You barely made another minute before you abruptly stood from your stool and muttered, “Excuse me for a moment, I feel sick.”

You hastily left before anyone could say anything, then when you exited the building and was out of site, you ran towards the woods in hopes to find literally any animal.

You, centuries ago, decided to feed only on animals after slaughtering a family of four in the late 1500s and going into the early 1600s. The guilt still pulls at you randomly, which is why you started studying sciences, history and art wherever allowed women to have an education.

When you had gone far enough from the town, you tried to find anything. Luckily, there was a deer close, the pure smell of its blood had almost sent you mental.

Without even hesitating, you ran towards the sent, making it run from the loud rustling you caused. However, it didn’t get far because you had mercilessly murdered it and started feeding on it before it even fell to the floor.

You might as well have been a newborn with the way you were acting, impulsive and without a second thought. Well, perhaps this would have been a lesson to regularly feed instead of putting work first.

When you had your fill of the deer, and it was completely drained of its blood, you had stood from your space and simply started walking. You weren’t ready to go back to your workplace, certain that if one of those bastards said something stupid again, you would kill them and probably end up getting hunted by the Volturi from the inevitable frenzy it would send you in.

You had been in the of calming yourself down when you heard the very distant noise of footsteps, fast ones. Panic hit you almost instantly, you hadn’t been aware of other vampires in Forks.

Listening attentively, you prepared yourself for a fight. Often, vampires were somewhat territorial, if you’d accidentally wondered onto another’s land, you were expecting a fight. Usually, you were always aware if there were other vampires. However, clearly, you were not as careful this time.

However, you became terrified when you started hearing four pairs of footsteps. You definitely couldn’t fight four vampires, not by yourself anyway. Sure, your ability was good, but it took a lot of effort to hypnotise one person - let alone four.

Wiping the small specs of blood from your mouth, you spun your head around, scanning your surroundings. They were definitely getting closer, no doubt about that.

In seconds, four vampires appeared in front of you. One with short black hair - almost a buzz cut -, one with brunette hair, one with long blond hair and the last one, oh, the last one you knew too damn well.

“Holy shit…” You muttered, “Carlisle?”

If vampires could cry, you knew you would start sobbing right there and then. Ugly crying like you had done so when you were being turned over four hundred and fifty years ago.

“Y/n?” Carlisle asked, as if you’d been a ghost. Maybe, in his eyes, it was all you were. A phantom, a ghost, something of the unimaginable.

You took a step closer to the four, each eyes clouded with utter confusion, then Carlisle's whose eyes were clear with a multitude of emotions, “If I had known you’d been bit, I would have helped you.”

You were hesitant to hug him, even though all you wanted to do was tackle him down and feel his arms around you.

“Carlisle, who is this?” The woman with blond hair asked, she seemed hesitant to trust you and seemed defensive - as if ready for a fight, even if Carlisle knew you.

Carlisle’s eyes did not move from yours, a faint smile on his face as he recalled memories from lifetimes ago, “An old friend, from before I turned.”

This time, Carlisle walked closer to you and in a second, he’d wrapped his arms around you and had you in a tight embrace. It seemed so odd to feel his warmth completely replaced with coldness, he'd finally matched your temperature, you didn't find him warm and he didn't find you cold anymore.

You completely melted in his arms, breathing in his scent and closing your eyes in content, you'd never hugged him before, you and him had only exchanged quick and harmless touches of the hand when you knew him as a mortal. It was nice. “I’m so sorry I left, Carlisle. I’m so sorry.”

He had one hand planted behind your neck, making his fingers intertwined in your hair, while his other hand was rested on your back. You knew you would have felt chills go up your back if you were still human, “It’s okay, I understand why you left now.”

When you let go of Carlisle, he let go as well, though, you could tell the man was hesitant to let go. You took a few steps back and took in the other three’s appearance. They all had one thing in common, yellow eyes - one that always reminded you of gold, meaning they all fed on animals like you.

“Hi.” You awkwardly said to the three teenagers, “Sorry to intrude.”

“Who are you exactly?” The brunette haired boy asked, he seemed tense, he didn't trust you and you assumed he must have been one of the eldest - taking Carlisle out of the equation.

You awkwardly fiddled with your hands, a habit you’d had since you were human, “My name’s Y/n, I met Carlisle a few hundred years ago.”

The three exchange looks with each other, then the blond woman looked back at you, her voice was cold. Sharp, "How come we have never heard of you?"

That was when Carlisle spoke up again, turning to the younger vampires, "I thought she was dead." Then he turned to you, "I looked for you, but after you left for Scotland, there was no trace of you."

You stared at Carlisle for a few seconds, did you feel relief or upset that he knew where you had left for? "You knew I left for Scotland?"

"Yes." He simply said, "One of the women who worked for your friend told me, but also mentioned something about Germany."

"Ah, yes." You smiled softly at yourself, looking at your boots. It was almost as if you reminiscing over those sweet, old memories, "Miss Delphine, a sweet lady, a shame I had to leave in such a hurry." You looked back up at Carlisle. "I was headed to Scotland, but I knew I was going to go further, just in case."

When no one spoke again, and the silence grew awkward, Carlisle turned the other three, then back to you, "Y/n, let me introduce you to my family, Edward, Rosalie and Emmett."

You nodded at them nervously, you were never good at introductions, even when you were expected to do them so frequently due to your consistent moving. “Hello.”

There was an odd silence between the five of you, but Carlisle was quick to end the awkwardness. It must have been odd. He had spent this much time by himself, believing that a dear friend of his was dead, only to find out you were perfectly fine - well, aside from the fact that you were a walking corpse for over four hundred years.

It was odd for you, you knew that too damn well. After all these centuries, beating yourself up for the unfavourable situation you and Carlisle were given - him having been a human when you met and you being a vampire. You had loved him for so long, never being able to get his damned voice out of your head, his smile, his face.

He was different from when you last saw him, that was one of the many things you were going to have to wrap your head around. His eyes were no longer their beautiful previous colour, now replaced by the shining gold colour you both now shared. He was paler than before, matching your frozen temperature and you could no longer smell his blood. Perhaps, you could be grateful for not having to take in the scent of his blood - it was a struggle for you all those years ago, and still arose as a problem even after centuries of living as a vampire.

"You three should head back home." Carlisle suggested to the three teenagers, they seemed hesitant at the thought, so Carlisle continued. "Please, me and Y/n have catching up to do."

It was took them a few moments to trust that Carlisle had faith in you, trusted that you wouldn't pose a threat of any kind. It was only when Carlisle made eye contact with the Edward boy, giving him a small nod. Edward had taken only a few, short seconds to give an approving nod, before speeding off with the two other hesitant vampires.

When the two of you were alone, really alone, you both simply stared at each other. Both of you wanted to say something, anything. But how could you? It had been around three hundred years since the two of you last each other, what if that spark between you two had died out? What if you two could no longer hold a meaningful, flowing conversation like you did before?

"Carlisle, I-" You only sighed out quietly, rubbing you eyes with your hand. "I've missed you, so much."

Carlisle only gave you a small smile, he took a step closer to you. "I have too."

You looked up at his golden eyes, you would miss his old coloured eyes - you decided - because you had found his previous eye colour so mesmerising, so different from yours. You wouldn't have wanted this cruel fate for Carlisle, never in your entire immortal life. Though, how bad could it really be? He was like you now, there's was no longer anything stopping you from trying to rekindle that old flame that burnt in your cold, dead heart for him.

You swiftly wrapped your arms around Carlisle, hugging him tightly. It wasn't long before his arms around around you, too. It had been the first time you two had ever hugged in the long time you've known each other. It held up to your expectations, to say the least.

"I don't want to lose you, Carlisle." You admitted quietly. "Not again. I don't want to leave your side, not like last time."

"I don't want that either." The blond replied almost as soon as you stopped talking, he didn't even want you to move from his embrace. "So don't leave my side."

"And stay?" You asked slowly.

"Stay for good." Carlisle said, looking down at you as his hands moved to cup your face. "Please."

"You mean join your coven?" You asked in a hushed voice, looking up at him as he looked down at him. Your question only resulted in a quick nod from him, even if non-verbal answers always seemed so confident.

You wasted no time in leaning upwards and placing your lips onto his, closing your eyes as you kissed him, which he kissed back as soon as your actions registered in his head.

The best part about being a vampire was that you two didn't need to breathe, which meant you two could have stayed like that for a few moments. However, when you parted your lips, you looked up at him.

"I'm never leaving your side again."

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homeofthelonelywriter · 2 years

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HM: Carlisle Cullen x clumsy!Reader

(A/N) I think this is the first time since I started with Head Canon Monday, that I post something that wasn’t a request...still, since all the clumsy!Reader HC were so popular, I thought I would do them with an underrated character. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x clumsy!Reader

Warnings: none

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(Am I the only who thought that he was extremely hot in this scene?)

let’s start with the good thing

he’s a doctor

no matter how badly you hurt yourself, he knows how to fix you

honestly, that is probably how you two met

you somehow managed to hurt yourself and had to go to the hospital

and he just happened to be your very attractive doctor

after that, you became a regular there

and he made sure to always be the one to treat you

after all, he knew about the connection as soon as the two of you met for the first time

and connection or not, you couldn’t deny that you were falling for him

after a few months of your regular visits there was suddenly another doctor treating you

you of course asked where Carlisle was

and you were told that he no longer wanted to be your doctor

which confused and hurt you

but as you were about to leave the hospital, Carlisle pulled you aside

at first you wanted to ignore him, still hurt by his rejection

but as you walked away from him, he called something after you that took you by surprise

“Doctors can’t date their patients.”

you, of course, immediately turned around and jumped into his open arms

after you calmed down, he officially asked you if you’d like to go out with him

you said yes

duh

you quickly found out about the vampire thing

they weren’t really hiding it that well

after you two started dating, Carlisle developed some strategies to keep you from hurting yourself

one, he’d always be by your side

before dates, he would pick you up at your front door

and after, he would insist to bring you at least to the front door, if not even up to your room

two, if you insisted on going hiking with him, he’d insist to carry you most of the time

that would also count if it was slippery during winter

three, he would be the one to drive the car

again, especially during winter

his reflexes are just better than yours

four, no wet dishes for you

or knives

just anything you could hurt yourself with

five, he essentially babyproofed the house

no carpets you could trip over

extra sturdy railings at the stairs

if he would not carry you up and down those damn things

he even babyproofed your house

six, first air kids EVERYWHERE

and all his kids had to learn about first aid

especially Emmet, Alice and Edward since you spend most of your time with them

even you had to complete a course

and you always had to carry a first aid kit with you

seven, Jasper would have to slowly get used to you

and you would not be allowed to be alone with Jasper

either Carlisle, Edward, Emmet or Rose had to be there with you

eight, no wrestling with Emmet

this one was only implemented because Carlisle found Emmet and you play-wrestling one day and, if he could, he would’ve had a heart attack

nine, high heels or pumps only on special occasions and when someone was with you

ten, tell Carlisle if you hurt yourself

even if you think that it’s nothing

he loves you

and is worried shitless about you

he just wants you to be safe

and for that, he would do anything

but don’t even try asking him about turning into a vampire

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twilightfanfictions · 2 years

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Introduction to this page

Hello, my name is Alexis. I'm a huge Twilight fan lol. Like I literally have every book, every movie, a New Moon and Eclipse blanket, I even have Midnight Sun as soon as it had hit the shelves. This blog if for Twilight character fanfictions. I won't do a x y/n it confuses me to write lol. The characters I write for are: Paul Lahote Sam Uley Jared Edward Cullen Emmett Cullen Jasper Cullen Carlisle Cullen Aro Volturi Caius Volturi Marcus Volturi Alec Volturi Demetri Volturi Garrett Alistair Felix Volturi

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charliedawn · 1 year

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Can u do headcanons for the cullen clan with there s/o whose a flilrt can this be for femake reader please

You *lean towards Carlisle as he is taking care of work* : "Hey, can I get your number, angel ?"

Carlisle : "...Y/N. We've been married for the past 100 years."

You : "...So ?"

Carlisle *sighs* : "You already have my phone number in your phone."

Carlisle would pretend to not understand at first, but would secretly find it endearing.

He fell in love with you for your fearlessness and honesty.

He would try his best to reciprocate your flirting, but it would mostly end up with him acting all reasonable and you, flirting your way through life.

A combination none could have seen coming, but you're both glad to have each other.

You *dreamily* : "I bet I could take you."

Jasper *smirks* : "Well, what are you waiting for ?"

You *blush* : "Right now ? I mean...With all your family around and...?" *you notice his confused face and suddenly realize* "Wait. Ooooh...You meant in a fight ? Yeah. No. You would definitely win that one."

Jasper *frowns in confusion* : "...Y/N. What did you exactly mean by 'I could take him' ?"

You : "..." *walk away using super speed*

Jasper *runs after you* : "Y/N ! Do not dare walk away from me. What did you mean by that ? Y/N !"

The wonderful thing about Jasper is that he can be so clueless at times, even if he is smarter than most people.

He knows flirting and would understand sometimes, but would still have problems figuring out the meaning.

Rosalie would pretend to be annoyed at first, but would slowly warm up to you.

She would then start playing along and let you flirt with her, only to try to outflirt you. Literally.

You *wrap your arms around her neck from behind and smile* : "How is the most gorgeous creature in all the world doing today ?"

Rosalie *smiles* : "I don't know..How are you today, my darling ?"

You *stunned for a second and pretend not to be sobbing tears of joy. on her shoulder afterwards* : "I'm...fine."

Rosalie can be pretty smooth too when she wants to.

However, be careful if she sees you flirt with someone else..

Rosalie was cheated on once, and we all know what happened to her last 'betrothed'.

You and Bella on a date :

Bella *smiles at the majestic view before you* : "Thanks for bringing me here. It's beautiful.*

You *suggestive wiggling of eyebrows* : "You know what would make this all better ?"

Bella *oblivious* : "No. What ?"

You : "Your lips on mine." *wink*

Bella *shakes her head with a small smile of disbelief* : "I should have known." *still takes you by surprise by kissing you*

Bella likes that you are ongoing and are not afraid to speak your mind.

She would pretend she doesn't, but you would make things more interesting.

And it would end up with her acting more confident too.

Alice can see the future, she sometimes knows when you're going to flirt with her and lets it happen, or even flirts first sometimes.

You *smile* : "Do my eyes deceive me ? Or did a literal goddess just grace me with her presence ?"

Alice *smiles back knowingly* : "My little flower. I've seen my future, and it was perfect."

You *ark a quizzical eyebrow at her* : "Really ? What was so perfect about it ?"

Alice *looks you right in the eyes and grins* : "It was you. You are perfect."

....That was smooth.

Alice would like your flirty personality from the start and would not hesitate before flirting back.

She would also not be very jealous, she would understand if your personality was like this.

What she wouldn't allow however is you actually falling in love with someone else. Your heart is for her and her alone to enjoy.

Emmett *reading the newspaper*

You *entering with a new dress you had bought especially for him/did not notice Carlisle seating next to him* : "~Hey Emmett. What do you think ? On or *notices Carlisle* offfffffff....? Fuck."

Emmett *tries not to burst out laughing* : "...I mean, I love it. Oh, sorry..You wanted Carlisle's opinion ? *turns towards Carlisle with a sly smile* : What do you think, dad ? On or off ? I can't decide.."

You *run upstairs*

Carlisle *gives his son a disapproving glare* : "...Emmett. Go apologize to her right this instant."

Emmett *chuckles knowingly* : "Wait a minute..Here comes the good part."

You : "EMMETT CULLEN ! GET YOUR BUTT UPSTAIRS OR YOU WON'T SEE ME OUT OF THAT DAMN DRESS !"

Emmett *laughs* : "Yes, ma'am." *winks at Carlisle* "I wouldn't tell you to get out but..."

Carlisle understood and was out in a flash.

Emmett likes that you are not afraid of being assertive in the relationship. He is usually the one who flirts and jokes around, so he likes having someone else doing his job.

He would get used to it pretty quickly.

You : "Hey, handsome. Did anyone ever tell you that you glow ? You're like a rainbow after a rainy day.."

Edward *smiles* : "And you are like lightning."

You : "Really ? Why ?"

Him : "You are a light in the dark.."

You : "Aww.."

Him : "And loud."

There was absolutely no sexual innuendo behind that last part, and it made it even funnier for you when you answered with a devilish smile.

"~Only for you, darling.."

Edward's jaw almost hit the floor.

He was born in an era where courtesy and chivalry were the only kinds of 'flirting'.

With time, he learned to adapt and even became a rather big fan of many human things, but he still has trouble understanding standard modern pick-up lines.

But, once he does, he will be smug about it. I just know it.

Edward *magical wave of wonderfully voluptuous and well-kept hair* : "You make my heart beat."

You : "...You don't technically have a heart."

Edward *smiles* : "Exactly. You gave me one. And it beats whenever you are around."

You *laugh whole-heartedly* : "...That was so cheesy and sweet. You almost gave me a heart attack. But, I'll take it."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #twilight #carlisle cullen x reader #bella swan x reader #emmett cullen x reader #jasper cullen x reader #alice cullen x reader #edward cullen x reader

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imaslutforwritingshit · 8 months

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Edward Cullen Imagine (F!Reader)

Y’all this took 2 hours 😨

WARNING- smut, biting, oral (m receiving)

PART ONE

Fem. Reader-

Name: Calypso Sawyer (Callie)

Origin- From New Mexico, came to Forks with her father. Had just been introduced as Edward’s girlfriend to the Cullen family<3 A human girl, similar dynamic with Edward, and personality as Bella (but not as y/n tropey as Bella acted💀)

EDWARD CAN READ CALLIE’S MIND*

He just fell in love with her cuz she’s hot af

Setting- The Cullen Mansion

“I think I have to go now.”

Edward furrowed his perfect eyebrows, a tug of smile reaching his lips. “That’s not really necessary, Calypso.”

God, the way my name sounded on his lips made me wild.

I forced myself to think straight. “But Alice and Jasper already left. Emmett says he’s about to, too.”

Edward chuckled, a sweet, soft sound. “Jasper’s only leaving because you smell so mouthwatering. He wouldn’t want you to leave on his behalf. Stay.” The last words felt urgent on his tongue, and a sudden jolt of electricity ran through my veins.

Staying, at Edward’s house.

Alone with him.

Maybe I should be scared that I’m going to be alone with a vampire. A cold blooded killer.

But I’m more terrified of what I’ll do around him. The way he makes my senses heighten, and the rest of the world disappear. How he makes my heart feel close to bursting with a brush of his fingers.

I’m scared of myself.

“I don’t know, Edward.” The lie felt far-away in my mouth.

Edward’s smile faded, and he repositioned his body on the large bookshelf. “Because of me?” The look in his eyes told me he had read the words in my mind, the fear I felt, even if it wasn’t directed to him.

“No!” I rushed the words out, and stood off the sofa to touch his face, leaning my body to his shoulders. “No, anything but you. I just don’t want to mess this up.”

Edward laughed, a heavenly vibration on my neck. The small gesture warmed my insides. “You can’t mess this up, Callie. Nothing you could do would pull me away from you.”

I looked up at him. The strong line of his jaw, those predatory, bewildering amber eyes. My gaze wandered to the soft curves of his lips, and I couldn’t help myself when I leaned in.

He gripped my lower back in response, pulling me closer as we kissed. He was delicate, careful with his movement as always, but the intoxicating tease of his tongue on mine was different. He explored my mouth with a new passion, trailing his fingers on my waist. I shivered at the cold, yet exhilarating touch. Edward immediately coiled back, his chest rising and falling quickly from the touch.

“Are you okay?” I knew he already understood I was okay, the light in his eyes proving he already read my mind.

I almost laughed. “Yes, God. I’m okay, Edward.” A playful smile reached my lips, and I grabbed the collars of his shirt, letting my warm fingertips slide over his neck.

The feeling of my skin caused Edward to tilt his head back roughly, the clench of his jaw stronger. His tussled hair spread on old books rearranged on his shelf, and he closed his eyes, like my fingers were blades.

The room was blanketed in a heavy softness, so comfortable I pushed even more, letting my fingers fall to the smooth lines of his collarbones.

“Fuck, Callie!” Edward pushed away from me, and rushed his body to the balcony with supernatural speed, grabbing the railings with brutal strength. I stared with shock as his his body heaved with breath, the thin fabric of his grey shirt untucked from his dark blue slacks.

I covered my mouth and backed up. “Shit, is it my blood?” I hadn’t stopped to consider what my scent could have done to him. I even wore an extra layer of perfume to try to offset it, but it might’ve made it worse.

Edward turned around, walking to me in quick strides, and I fell back on the sofa. He kneeled in front of me, balancing his body on his palms on the cushion.

“That’s not what’s driving me crazy right now.”

I leaned closer, letting my lips part slightly. “Then what is it?”

Edward dropped his head from my eyesight, and curled his fingers near my own. “Vampires, especially males,” Edward lowered his voice, struggling to get the words out. “We go through potent episodes of…lust.”

My mouth fell open, and I manually forced my jaw to shut. “What?” My voice was an octave higher. “Like… in heat?”

Edward laughed a dry, humorless laugh. “Yeah, you could say that.” His eyes met mine, the predatory color returning, like the way he had looked at me the first day we met.

I unconsciously almost moved back, but decided against it. Curiosity dared me to ask the next words. “So…um-how do you… take care of it?”

Edward’s hands snaked to my fingers, casually tracing circles on my knuckles. “How any guy would. Calypso, I’m still 17 in body.”

My face burned. The thought of Edward touching his body, pleasuring his self- it was too much to bear. Edward saw the blush on my face, and his nails dug into my fingers. His jaw was clenched so strongly I thought it would break, and his eyes had a dark coat of desire. He looked so desperate, a biological need for my body on his. So desperate for me. I could practically feel my mind, naked for him, all the images of his body spilling out of my thoughts.

I spoke before I could stop myself, the husky pitch of my voice unrecognizable.

“I suppose I could help you, then. It’s only fair.”

Those words alone flipped Edward over the edge. His fangs bared white, and he grabbed the small of my back, pulling me to the floor. My thighs landed, kneeled up, hitting the planes of his shoulders. He growled, running his hands over my body in animal-like movements.

“You don’t understand,” he groaned lowly, “what I want to do to you. It would sicken you. Everything I’ve thought about.”

I moaned at his touch, the embarrassment from the sound reaching the burn of my face. But it seemed to affect Edward more than me, because his breath changed into a rapid pace on my shoulder blades.

“I’d do anything for you, Edward.”

It was true.

He let out a breathy sound, and snaked his hands under my shirt, each point of my skin electrified into flame at the smooth pressure of his palm.

“You know what I want to do with you, Callie?” He brought his hand higher under my shirt, just above my ribs.

Desire clouded my vision.

“Show me.”

He exhaled in my ear, and roughly dropped his lips to mine, a strange sensation of cold skin meeting my warm one, causing fire to pop in my mouth.

“I won’t be able to control myself, Calypso.” His voice was so raw, stripped bare. He needed me, now. The very sound set me over the edge.

“I already can’t control myself when I’m around you.” I trailed my fingers from the muscles of his back, all the way to the seam of his pants. I traced the lines holding me back from his body, and he shuddered in the crook of my neck.

And he pushed a sharp sting of pressure on my neck- a bite. Edward breathed heavily, licking the area he drew his fangs in my body.

This was a dangerous, dangerous game. He was biting me so hard, the layers of my skin ripped, but not hard enough to draw blood.

This was a reckless mistake, a taste of his full desire for me.

And fuck, it was attractive. I could feel the area between my thighs throbbing, and I tried to clench my legs together, but his body was practically spreading mine out now.

Edward tenderly kissed the area, then dragged his teeth up my neck, biting just under my jaw. It stung even more this time, and his wet tongue drew circles, making my fingers tremble.

A loud whimper slipped from my mouth, and I dropped my head on his broad shoulder. I could feel the vibrations of his chuckle, and he pulled the fabric of my shirt over my head, a strange confidence washing over him.

“You’re so beautiful, Callie.” His voice had softened, but the low desire still edged on his words, and he let his fingertips meet the clasp of my bra. I gasped, and pushed my palms on his chest. “Please-“

Edward tugged on the lace, a sign to shut me up. “Let me enjoy this. I want you to feel good.”

I was practically leaking out of my panties now, and I prayed to God it didn’t show from my shorts.

He undid the bra, carefully letting the lace fall off my body. The cold air met my already hard nipples, and I fought the urge to cover my body.

I felt so vulnerable. But I liked it. Feeling vulnerable for him.

Edward didn’t hide the breathy moan in his throat, and he kissed my breasts, starting from the low curve to the area near my collarbone. “You’re so perfect, it’s driving me insane. Insane.”

But his hands were grasped tighter around me, nails practically poking through my skin. I knew he was getting impatient.

I pushed him off, gentle enough to be kind, but strong enough to send a message. He wiped his mouth, the swell of his pink lips shining in the light of the open room.

“Get on the bed.” I paused, and added a sweet plead to my tone. “Please.”

Edward slowly rose to his feet, holding the tips of my fingers, but his eyes didn’t rise off my bare body. I could feel the blood rushing to my face.

He sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs effortlessly. I watched the strong muscles of his thighs, then trailed my eyes higher, to the bulge in his pants.

Shit.

He leaned back on his arms, a cocky expression smoothing over his features. He was watching me, seeing what I was going to do.

But the urgency in his eyes didn’t fade, and I knew one thing, and one thing only.

I wanted to please him.

I dropped to my knees, and Edward immediately raised his body, closing his knees a little. I pushed the top of his thigh open, and he relaxed tentatively.

“Callie, you don’t have to-“

I rose my eyes to his, hoping the innocent expression would get him to stop talking. It did. His words caught when he stared back down at my breasts, and he shifted his legs uncomfortably to try to hide the reaction of his body.

A smile danced on my lips, and I pulled down the zipper of his pants. He was so big, and I hadn’t even seen his boxers yet.

I wondered if this ever happened before, if he had ever gotten hard to the thought of me.

“Yes. It did. And I have.” Edward smiled, savoring the embarrassment on my face.

The fact he read my mind, heard those thoughts,

I didn’t hesitate when I pulled down his pants.

He was wearing dark grey boxers, clean and neat around his lean frame. His cock was pressing against the fabric, the shape almost being explicit against his underwear.

His voice was thick with mockery. “Do you need me to help you, pretty girl? You seem a little nervous.”

I ripped those off, too.

His cock sprang up, and wo-ow, his body is probably entirely perfect. A pink head, delicately sculpted on his thick shaft, the entire shape veiny, like some work of art, smooth, pale skin twitching with anticipation.

He laughed, the admiration of his dick apparently seeping through my thoughts. I slowly let my fingers wrap around it, and Edward’s breath hitched. I brought my body closer, the points of my nipples grazing over his knees, and I let my mouth touch the tip of his cock. He immediately arched his neck, throwing his head back as if every small touch was causing him overwhelming pleasure. I could see the way his hands were gripping the sheets, and I suddenly wished he was grabbing my hair, instead.

As if he was reading my mind, (he was), Edward let his hand drag on my scalp, urging my mouth to go farther.

I dropped my lips, pushing his dick to the back of my throat, but the length of his shaft was too much for me to fit all the way. Edward didn’t make any complaints, though, because he was too busy trying to control the raspy moans slipping from his tongue.

“That’s it. Yeah, good-“ he broke into a low groan, bucking his hips forward. “Good girl.”

The pet name had me bobbing my head even more, warming his entire dick with the saliva of my mouth. I could feel Edward’s eyes on me, taking in the skin of my back, the feeling of my lips. He clenched the scalp of my hair, and began pushing my head on his body, working my mouth the way he wanted.

He forced my head down, dropping it all the way on his dick, and I made myself take it all instead of gagging. He jerked my head up, over and over, each thrust of his hips in my mouth messier and shorter, as if he was close already. His dick warmed the back of my throat, but he pulled my lips all the way up, saliva coating my tongue. Edward’s eyes were pools of black now, so dark it slightly terrified me.

Whatever episodes of lust he was talking about, he must’ve hit his peak now. It seemed like he was on the brink of destroying me.

“Get up.” His voice was hoarse, and his mouth twitched with the words.

As soon as I did, Edward used his strength to slam me to the couch, letting my stomach hit the cushion. I repositioned my head, trying to meet his eye, but he crawled on top of me, and whispered low in my ear,

“The way I’m about to make you scream, my love, is gonna hurt way more than my cock in your pretty throat.”

Part TWO here

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andreafmn · 2 years

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SPEAK MASTERLIST

Status: Ongoing

Mood Board

Summary: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25

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vanteguccir · 3 months

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family reunion | jasper hale

Jasper Hale x reader | Cullen family x reader (platonic) | Mikaelson family x reader (platonic)

Summary: When Edward decides to leave Bella behind for her own safety, Y/N take the lead to take the Cullens to the town where she grew up, with her only concern being how to explain for them her real there.

Warning: None.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Edward, if you really want to disappear... I know a place we can go." Y/N said, looking directly into the mind reader's eyes, hoping to see some kind of emotion there.

Y/N could imagine the mess that was in Edward's head, the fact that he had, or rather, wanted to leave Bella behind for the girl's own safety was killing him from the inside, and despite feeling angry at the quick choice he made, she couldn't judge him. Y/N could never see herself away from Jasper, just imagining the possibility made her frozen heart hurt.

"Where?" Rosalie chimed in, looking at Y/N waiting for her response.

"New Orleans." She responded a few seconds later, feeling everyone's eyes focus on her.

Everyone in the Cullen family had a story that began at their birth and, often, ended with their last breath before becoming creatures of the night, stories of when their surname was something else, not Cullen.

Each one took their own time to reveal this story to the others, but it was never difficult for Y/N, after all, her life was normal before anything else... Right?

The vampire was born in London, but at the age of thirteen she moved to New Orleans with her mother after her parents divorced for reasons that Y/N didn't know to this day. Her mother chose New Orleans based on the idea that her parents, Y/N's grandparents, lived there and her ancestors came from there too.

From the age of thirteen, Y/N discovered the culture of New Orleans and grew up surrounded by it: street parties, blues players on every corner, restaurants open 24 hours a day, bright night bars and so on. At least that's what Y/N told her new family.

The truth is that the girl came from a lineage of extremely strong and well-known witches in the supernatural world, the Mikaelsons. Anyone who is smart enough would have a question mark in their mind now, after all, the Mikaelsons who are still alive are all vampires and vampires don't procreate, right? Right!

But what if part of the story has never been told? Not in bedtime stories, at least.

Niklaus' father was not the only affair Esther had, the mother of the Mikaelson family had a thing for supernatural beings and, therefore, in addition to werewolves, Esther became involved with a great wizard at the time, from the Bishop lineage.

Wizards weren't as well known at the time, as everyone focused on the female image within witchcraft, sometimes with curious eyes and sometimes with evil ones, but that doesn't mean they didn't exist, and Esther not only found one, she had a daughter with him.

Five years before Esther decided to turn her children into bloodthirsty creatures, she gave birth to Agnes Bishop-Mikaelson. Knowing the gigantic problem it would create if she showed up at home with another daughter in her arms, after her 9-month "trip", and that the child was not Mikael's, Esther decided to leave Agnes with her father and pretend that she never existed, completely removing the name Mikaelson from the child.

And it worked, no one from the Bishop family ever looked for her throughout her life and eternity, but that doesn't mean that the story of having remnants of a Mikaelson in the family tree wasn't passed on.

And Y/N, from the age of thirteen, grew up surrounded by infinite grimoires of her lineage, listening to stories told by her grandparents and mother, finally being able to understand why she could make fire light out of nowhere or objects levitate.

But although the girl saw her magic as a salvation, it was her downfall as well.

After the death of her grandparents, her mother became lost in grief and loneliness, going to the other side of the veil a few months later, leaving Y/N alone in a world of supernatural beings who would do anything to kill her if they knew about her great-great grandmother.

It didn't take much for the story of Esther's secret daughter to be revealed, and consequently, the existence of Y/N. Beings from all over the United States began to appear to the girl, wanting her life in exchange for revenge, and then her ancestors began to haunt her dreams trying to help her, but Y/N didn't understand that, and the situation only left everything worse for her.

Until one day, a charming man wearing a suit that was too expensive to wear on any given day appeared at the door of her house, offering protection and help in exchange for explanations.

Elijah was extremely helpful after understanding what his mother did to the Bishop lineage, being grateful that Y/N had no reservations in showing him all the grimoires and diaries of her ancestors, revealing the complete truth.

And with that Y/N was welcomed by the Mikaelson family, being able to train her magic with Esther's grimoires too, despite not having any physical help, since Kol, one of the Mikaelson brothers, was sleeping in some kind of coffin and Freya was dead, or something like that.

But it was one night when Y/N was walking alone through the streets of New Orleans, eager to return to the home of who she considered family, when everything was stolen from her.

An old and strong enemy of Esther appeared accompanied by reinforcements and not even with all of Y/N's still little knowledge would she have been able to stop them, the girl had only recently started studying strong magic and blamed herself for it, despite it not being her fault.

The girl was kidnapped and taken to a warehouse far from the entrance to New Orleans, surrounded by orchards, where she was tortured for hours, or was it days?

With the little strength she had left, Y/N was able to escape a few meters away from the warehouse, and it was there that she was found by Esme, who at the time was looking for fragrant apples to decorate the counter of her temporary home with her family.

Y/N could never be able to thank Esme enough for saving her life that day, if it weren't for the eldest, she would not have survived, already extremely weak and with fractures that caused irreversible damage to her organs, which would only lead to a slow death. Therefore, when Esme arrived at his house suddenly with the young woman in his arms, Carlisle spared no time before transforming her.

And then Y/N Cullen's new life began. She knew that hiding the whole truth wasn't right, but the last thing she wanted was to put the Cullen family in danger, already putting them at risk enough just by being with them.

"Are you sure you're ready to go back there, my love?" Jasper's question interrupted Y/N's triggered memories, and the girl was momentarily grateful that, with her magic, she could block Edward's reading.

"Yes, it's time to face those fears. Pack your bags, we'll leave at nightfall." Y/N informed decisively, turning around and going to her shared room with Jasper, finally being able to take a deep breath and organize her mind.

She needed to tell them before they put a foot in New Orleans, the girl knew that Niklaus would know of her arrival within seconds and she definitely didn't want to cause any more drama.

Y/N took out her phone and opened the contacts, her finger hovering over Elijah's contact, sighing and closing her eyes tightly before locking the screen, her last meeting with the Mikaelsons wasn't one of the best; Niklaus demanded that Y/N return home, despite her type of vampire being different, while Rebekah blamed herself for not having protected her enough before that night and Elijah tried to calm the whole situation, also begging her with his eyes to return to them, they missed her company, but she knew she couldn't, not at the time.

The girl shook her head, trying to shake off the thoughts, and picked up her and Jasper's bags, starting to organize the piles of clothes that she would take for both of them.

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"There, everyone's ready?" Emmett asked after loading all the bags into the four cars and closing the trunk of the last one. Everyone responded with a simple wave and got into their respective cars, Y/N heading to the car she would use with Jasper, getting into the passenger seat and waiting for the long journey to begin.

"Baby, what's going on? Ever since you decided to take us to New Orleans you've been quiet. You know if you don't want to go there, we can aways choose another place-" Jasper began, his right hand on Y/N's thigh as his eyes remained on the road in front of him, casting quick glances at his girlfriend.

"No Jas, I'm fine, just thinking... I wasn't completely truthful with you guys about my life before I turned." She said, looking closely at Jasper, waiting to see his reaction, but only received a nod as if to say "you can continue, I'm all ears". "I think it would be better for everyone to listen." Y/N muttered, pulling out her phone and quickly starting a group call with one person from each car.

"Y/N? Unless Jasper lost his hand, I don't see why you're calling us. Your car looks great." Rosalie was the first to answer, being in the car behind Jasper and Y/N.

Y/N let out a laugh while Jasper rolled his eyes, Rosalie could be sarcastic when she wanted.

"Hello to you too, Rose. I'm just calling you all because I think I should tell you everything before we get to New Orleans. I wasn't completely truthful in the life story I told you before." Y/N began, beginning her long and tragic life story, smiling small when she had everyone's attention.

"This is all... Wow." Alice muttered from Edward's car. "How come I didn't see any of this?"

"Like I said, I'm a witch, and even with the transformation, for some reason, my magic wasn't interrupted or broken, in fact it became stronger and I have more control over it, that's why you only see me in some of your visions and Edward only hears some of my thoughts, I decide what you can see and hear." Y/N explained, seeing a sideways smile spread across Jasper's face, he knew she didn't mention him because she didn't hide her emotions from him, she never did.

"I think it's a lot of information to digest in a short amount of time, but we understand why you kept it from us for so long and I'm grateful that you wanted to protect us all." Carlisle took the lead, followed by "uhum's" from everyone, Y/N sighed in relief.

"When we get there, are we going to stay at this Mikaelsons' house or...?" Alice asked, looking out the window at the constantly changing landscape.

"We're going to the house I grew up in, I never sold or rented it. It must be dusty, but I promise it's big enough for all of us."

"Just the fact that I won't need to sleep with Edweirdo makes it good enough for me." Emmett joked, everyone laughing simultaneously, which calmed the tension.

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It didn't take long for the traditional "Welcome to New Orleans" sign to appear up ahead.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, she couldn't imagine the Mikaelsons' reaction to seeing her again, so many years later. And she couldn't lie and say that she wasn't afraid of the Cullens' reaction to seeing what a mess her "other life" was.

The girl quickly took out her phone and opened the message group she shared with the Cullens.

"We arrived in the city that never sleeps, this is my home address, but you can just follow Jasper and I and we'll be there soon."

After sending the text, Y/N started giving Jasper directions to the entrances, trying not to look at the places they passed, as she knew she would get stuck in a memory loop. Finally, after many entrances, the girl saw the house where she spent her adolescence and early youth, smiling small as she felt her eyes fill with tears.

"It's that one over there." She said, pointing to the two-story house with a light pink fence in the front and pastel yellow curtains, just like her grandmother liked.

It wasn't long before the family found themselves unloading the suitcases from the cars and taking them to the living room, Emmett cracking jokes while Esme scolded him and Alice talked about all the clothing and shoe stores she saw on the way there.

A sound of approaching footsteps caught the family's attention, and they looked up to see a blond, green-eyed man approaching with an expression of anger and surprise.

"So it's true?" He spoke up, making Y/N freeze in the middle of the room, her hand dropping the backpack she was holding. "Y/N Bishop-Mikaelson everyone!" The man continued loudly with an ironic tone and sarcastic smile, opening his arms.

"Nik." Y/N whispered, closing her eyes tightly.

"Did you finally remember that you have a family, Y/N? Or did you come to ask for help with some nonsense you got into?" Niklaus asked rhetorically, staring at the entrance where he could see the girl's silhouette.

"Niklaus, please." Y/N spoke, turning and leaving the house, stopping a few meters away from the older man.

The hybrid stopped for a few seconds, analyzing the girl he saw as a daughter before she disappeared from his life, and the only girl Niklaus would set the world on fire if necessary, besides his brothers.

"Why did you come back?" He asked, crossing his arms, as if he was in charge of the city, which in a way is not a lie.

"We were in trouble in Forks and needed some time away." She responded with a sigh, quickly glancing at the Cullens behind her, who were paying attention to the moment without trying to interfere.

"Problems?" Nik paused for a second, a thread of worry passing through his eyes, which was quickly drowned out. "And do you find refuge here?" His nervous tone returned.

"Yes Niklaus, if you don't remember, I grew up here and my entire lineage is from here, I have the right to return to my home." Y/N argued, taking a rigid stance, pointing to her own chest.

"Oh, now New Orleans is your home? Funny how-"

"That's enough Niklaus." A second male voice came before the vision of a dark-skinned man wearing an expensive suit emerged.

"Great, a family reunion! Just what I needed right now." Y/N spoke with false excitement, rolling her eyes.

"Good to see you too Y/N." Elijah spoke, stopping next to Klaus and looking at everyone behind the Mikaelson girl, noticing their uncomfortable expressions at the sudden encounters and barbs exchanged between Nik and Y/N. "Why don't we have dinner at our house with everyone and... talk? We miss you Y/N and it would be great to meet the ones you consider family. If they're important to you, they're important to us too." He finished, sending a quick smile to the Cullens and receiving ones in return.

It would be long months.

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You're Edward?! Pt. 1 (Edward Cullen x Male Reader)

I don't know why, but this turned out to be more of flirty! male reader than anything else. Yet, I still hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary: When Bella told m/n about the weird kid in her biology class that wouldn't stop glaring at her, he took matters into his own hands. Traveling all the way to Forks, what m/n didn't anticipate was for this weird kid to be hellishly handsome and very much single.

M/n was crazy. Who in their right mind would travel all the way from [hometown] to Forks, Washington just because their best friend was feeling uncomfortable around a teenage boy? Exactly, no one. But this was Bella we're talking about. No, m/n wasn't madly in love with her, but he was protective of his friends. Given the situation he was currently facing with his parents, m/n was grateful the Swans had opened their doors and taken him in, no questions asked. So sue him if he went off the rails when Bella confided that this so-called Edward was making her uncomfortable to the point where she switched classes.

Clutching the steering wheel, m/n drove down the slippery road, sighing in relief when the "Welcome to Forks" sign became visible through the sprinkling rain. His stuff was in the trunk, and m/n knew it would be much easier if he stopped first at the Swan residence. However, if he wanted to confront this Edward guy, he had to floor it. There was only an hour left, and if he was lucky, m/n would arrive at the high school and surprise both Bella and Edward as school ended.

He wanted to talk things through with the guy; clear any confusion he and Bella had, but m/n was prepared if things turned physical. He couldn't tell you how many times boys, thinking they were hot shots, faced m/n, only to regret it when they were the ones being taken to the hospital. M/n didn't want to toot his own horn, but who would mess with a guy who had a reputation for being a shit-stirrer and fighter? No one smart, that's for sure.

Mumbling along to [favorite song], m/n finally reached the town's high school and grinned in delight, seeing that he had five minutes to spare. Parking quite a few feet from the school's entrance, m/n turned off his car, opting to listen to the steady and calming sound of rain hitting the roof of his car. Five minutes was nothing to the days he had planned this little visit. M/n chuckled, remembering how Bella warned him to stay put, that she had this under control, but where's the fun in that?

Looking at the car's dashboard, m/n noticed that one minute remained before a loud bell echoed throughout the building. As if by magic, a wave of students immediately flooded the parking lot, yet none were the ones m/n was looking for. Students stared at his car in confusion, yet m/n made no move to get out.

"What's taking her so long?" he murmured to himself, growing impatient. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, m/n stilled when noticing an old, brown jacket among the crowd. His jacket, to be exact. Getting out of his car, m/n speedily walked toward Bella, who was surrounded by what appeared to be her friends, and threw his arm around her.

"Ahh!" She screamed, clutching her backpack tightly as if to swing it, before relaxing upon hearing m/n's loud laughter.

"Everytime." He chuckled, laughing harder when Bella turned to him with an exasperated expression and punched his shoulder. "Well, that's no way to say hello." m/n faked hurt, jutting out his lip and pulling the puppy eyes.

"Oh, shut up!" Bella finally smiled, giving him a hug which m/n returned wholeheartedly. Pulling away, m/n finally paid attention to the people Bella was talking to: two girls and three boys, to be exact. Smiling, m/n was about to introduce himself, when one of the boys (the blonde one) rudely asked—"Are you her boyfriend?"

Raising his eyebrow, m/n looked at Bella in amusement—if his hunch was correct this was Mike. The boy who couldn't accept Bella's rejection. She so owed him after this.

"Yes." M/n replied, watching how one of the girl's expressions fell, "I'm Bella's boyfriend. You're Mike, right? My girlfriend told me so much about you." Not hiding the fake sweetness in his voice, m/n nodded at the other boys, "You must be Eric and Tyler." His tone wasn't questioning, m/n knew who they were, so it was hilarious watching as the boys mumbled hello's and tried to make up excuses so they could leave.

"Hey, I have to start my shift at my parent's store."

"Can you give me a ride, Mike?"

"Me too."

Not bothering to wave goodbye, m/n looked at the girls: Jessica was failing to mask her jealousy, teeth clenched together, while Angela (bless her soul) sweetly smiled and congratulated them. "Thank you." M/n replied, "But I really have to talk to my girlfriend. Bye now." Grabbing Bella's hand, m/n walked to the vintage, faded orange/red truck.

"I can't believe you just did that." Bella whispered to m/n when they were safely inside the truck. The rain hadn't stopped, so the pair were drenched, yet when Bella offered to take them home, m/n denied. He was still waiting for the infamous Edward to arrive. Even while doing that whole spectacle, m/n looked for the boy. Copper hair, pale skin, and gold eyes couldn't be easily overlooked.

"That doesn't sound like a thank you, m/n, now boys will finally stop asking me out and I can instead focus on getting together with Jake." Watching in amusement as Bella turned a pretty pink, m/n looked out the truck's window and suddenly gasped. "You got to be joking..."

Now, when Bella told him about Edward, m/n conjured a picture in his mind of the boy. Yet, nothing prepared him to gaze upon the Adonis of a man strutting his stuff while crossing the parking lot.

"That's Edward!?" M/n exclaimed, not daring to take his eyes off the boy. "Bella, why didn't you tell me he's a hottie?"

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forksianbeaute · 6 months

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Bleed Me Dry | C. Cullen | Series Masterlist

Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: This story contains content that is intended for those who are at least eighteen years old, such as strong language, sex, graphic descriptions of wounds and injuries, an inappropriate relationship, power imbalance, medical inaccuracies and an age gap. More precise warnings will be added to each chapter. Please do take care of yourself before reading.

Disclaimer: This is a secondary blog to which I will post my writings whenever the inspiration strikes/I've got some spare time, so updates might not be that regular. I think I'll keep each instalment to this story short and sweet too, around 1.5-3K words, so I guess they'll be more like separate scenes than chapters, really. Anyway, I hope you have as much fun reading this series as I've had writing it! x

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velvetcloxds · 2 years

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DOCTOR'S ORDERS | C.C.

pairing: carlisle cullen x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: flu symptoms and whatnot

summary: it's rather difficult hiding the fact that you're sick when your boyfriend is a doctor, even harder when he lives in a house full of vampires

Your stubbornness would be the death of you, Carlisle had told you so many times before, but you’d always disagree, of course, or else it would be extremely out of character. Now, however, you were in the middle of one of those frustrating times where he was right and if you weren’t already ill, you’d surely drive yourself sick with spite. You’d woken up with a rather awful cold, not at all sure where it came from and what you’d done to meet such an unlucky fate, but you were all but knocking on heaven’s door, convinced you’d meet your end before that sun would set- but there was no way you were going to admit that out loud. Which is how you found yourself walking around the woods with half of the Cullen clan, in search of the perfect spot for Edward and Bella’s wedding day, dreading every single second of it.

“We could create a flower arch over here,” Alice thought out loud, gesturing between two large trees, Jasper nodding in obedient agreement trying to envision what she was picturing, though no one could quite see things the way Alice did, except Edward, of course, who was seeing the whole scene first hand.

“Y/n, are you listening?” Bella sighed softly, concern tilting into her brow as she looked at you, your eyes drawn thin as you regretted every second of overexposed sunlight. “I asked if you had any idea what she was saying but I see now you’re even more lost than I am,” she explained and stepped forward almost motherly when you suddenly leaned back against a tree, a dizzy spell sneaking up on you as you took a lazy breath of air through your pained lungs. “You don’t look so well, you know,” she stated, your faux smile doing nothing to prove her wrong.

“I’m fine, Bells,” you attempted, contradicting yourself when a dry cough shook through your lips, almost causing you to stumble less Bella reached out to steady you, the entire notion enough to prompt Edward to speed over, brows tilting in confusion at Bella’s concern.

“She’s sick,” Edward noted, and were you in a fighting state, you’d have scorned him for slipping into your head without consent but there was no need, he noticed that as well. “Sorry, but you were hardly planning on telling me otherwise,” he sighed and smiled when you scrunched your nose at him. “Or anyone else for that matter,” he scoffed, sharing a look with Alice to send for Carlisle as he lifted a hand to your forehead, needing to pull his hand away at the sheer contrast the extreme heat had with his own skin. “Carlisle is waiting in his office,” he stated quite simply, nodding at Bella to let you go before taking you in his arms and speeding into the mansion.

“Put her down over here,” Carlisle rushed, adjusting the pillow on his office stretcher before helping Edward to guide you into place, offering you that familiar pitied smile in the process. “Stubborn girl,” he tutted, hand ready to take hold of yours as you reached for him, pouting at the simple scorning you’d received by merely a few words.

“No fair,” you sighed, giving into his touch as he proceeded to check your fever as well, frowning at the idea that you were already burning up, your body begging for some relief from the difficult task of fighting whichever bug you’d picked up. “Can’t hide anything from you.”

“And why on earth would you want to?” he hummed, smoothing the crease from your forehead, Edward leaving the room as his further presence seemed pointless. “What could be so awful about having me take care of you?”

“You’re not the problem,” you informed him, falling into that familiar daze brought on by being around him, being touched by him- even if his current touch was aimed at trying to discern all of your symptoms, a subtle act that was anything but subtle. “Doctor Cullen, however, he’s a bit of a pain,” you feigned seriousness as he scoffed lightly, nodding as if in understanding as he helped you sit up.

“So I’ve heard,” he agreed, and you knew what came next, a familiar routine he’d always follow whenever you were sick, so familiar that you were already leaning into him, arms securing around you as he began walking you to the bathroom. “Tell you what,” he began with his tone dipping lightly, indicating that he had a deal to be made as he set you down onto the edge of the bathtub, one hand flipping the water open and the other keeping you steady. “After we get your fever down, and get some medicine in you, I don’t see why we can’t arrange for your bedrest to be done in the living room.”

“Really?” you beamed at that, coughing into the nook of your elbow at the sudden excitement but not regretting it at all as your watery eyes looked up to meet his golden ones, his own lips dancing with a suggestive smile.

“Really, as long as you promise to slow down for a bit and let me take care of you,” he bargained, and he knew you were already setting aside your objections when you allowed him to slowly start undressing you, fingers so delicate you barely felt them as they worked. “Does that sound good?” he prompted, kneeling in front of you with his hands on your knees as you nodded, but he knew you were set out for more when you started undoing his tie, the material brushing over your tremored fingers. “What are you doing, trouble,” he demanded with a raised brow, and he had to bite back an intrigued smirk when you threw the tie onto the floor.

“Will you join me?”

“Would that make you feel better?” he already knew the answer, knew that once you’d get over your initial unwillingness to be coddled the neediness would sink in, the unimaginable desire to have him with you until you were better and he’d never fight it, never deny you of the only medicine you were ever willing to let him give you.

“More than you know.”

“Very well,” he agreed in defeat, watching in admiration as you moved your attention to unbuttoning his shirt, so focussed, so lost in the promise of him holding you in his arms that you could almost feel yourself feeling better already without any treatment at all. “We need to do whatever it takes to get you better,” he declared, dying all over again at the sweet little hum you offered in reply.

“Doctor’s orders?” you suggested, and he couldn’t stop himself from brushing a quick kiss on your temple as you leaned forward to pull his shirt off.

“Doctor’s orders.”

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local-crying-boy · 1 year

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Carlisle Cullen X Magic!Reader

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Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x GenderNeutral!Reader

Genre: One-Shot, fluff

Warnings: not my best work, just something to write to get me out of writers block

Summary: Even in his long undead life, Carlisle Cullen has only seen a magic user once. That was only when they’d moved into Forks shortly after him and his family had. Only, this magic user had bad blood with vampires.

Word Count: 590

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Vampires were blood-thirsty, irritating and extremely beautiful. Though, not like you fell in love with the looks of those monsters. Okay, well, they aren’t all monsters, but you’ve encountered far too many murderous vampires to trust a new one quickly. Which is why when you realised the Cullens were in Forks, you were constantly on guard and definitely avoiding them.

Most vampires can’t control their thirst, or desire for human blood. The Cullens obviously can with their ‘vegetarian’ diet. However, even vampires with extreme self-control have difficulty simply being around witches because of their rare blood. That was why whenever you were near Dr. Cullen, you tried to go the complete other way, sometimes not to subtly.

Seeing as yours and Dr. Cullen’s careers often had close contact with each other, the whole avoiding thing was stressful to do sometimes. When you couldn’t get away, or if you stood too close, you could see how his demeanour shift. Others didn’t notice, but being raised around supernatural beings and being a therapist, you noticed those types if things.

You had been on your way to Dr. Cullen’s office, much to your dismay and many, many excuses. You had been fiddling with the files that you had to bring to him, you’d been dreading being in a room alone with him - specifically with a vampire.

Taking a breath, you knocked on his door one, two, three times and waited for him to let you in. When you hear the somewhat faint ‘come in’, you nodded slightly to yourself and opened the door.

You cleared your throat before you talked, causing him to look up at you, ah there’s that change in demeanour, “Sorry to disturb you, Dr. Cullen.”

He shook his head slightly and gave a soft smile, “Don’t worry about that, do you need something?”

You nodded your head, silently praying to anything that this extremely beautiful man wouldn’t go for your throat, “Yes, I’ve got a file here. A patient of yours that was given to me, but it isn’t psychology, it’s medical.”

He opened his mouth and made a small ‘Ah’ sound, “My mistake, I should have seen that.”

You shook you’re head, “No, no, it’s fine I would have made the same mistake too.”

This should have been the time where you took your leave and returned to scheduling appointments and taking phone calls. However you stayed put.

Confusion clouded Dr. Cullen’s face, “Is there anything else?”

You took a moment to think, looked behind you and closed the office door, turned back and then nodded, “I’m sorry I’ve been close to you. I know how it is difficult for vampires to be around Witches.”

For a moment, there was complete silence, then he chuckled. Chuckled. This man laughed at you.

“You’ve caused me no discomfort, Y/n.” Dr. Cullen simply said, “I always thought that I should have been the one to avoid you, given our kind’s… History with one another.”

“Oh.” Was all you could manage out, “Then why do you shift every time I walk into a room?”

“Why do you?” He asked.

You let out a soft, quick laugh, “Well, seems like our whole relationship is built on misunderstandings.”

He nodded, a smile plastered on his lips, “It seems it is.”

You shook your head, mostly at your own idiocy, and laughed once more before looking up at up Dr. Cullen, “Well, then, I suppose I don’t have to pretend to walk on eggshells when I’m around you.”

He shook his head too, “I suppose I do not have to do the same either.”

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homeofthelonelywriter · 2 years

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RW: Accident - Carlisle Cullen

(A/N) Why does it sometimes escalate like that? Geez...I was certainly not planing on writing four pages for this request, yet here we are. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Warnings: dead parents (already happened), car accident

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I cringed at the squeaking sound the breaks of my old car made as we came to a stop. I really had to get it checked out soon.

Movement on the passenger side drew my attention and I turned to look at my little sister. She had grabbed her backpack and her right hand was already on the door handle, ready to jump out. I rolled my eyes at her readiness to get out of my car.

“Have a good day at school, Y/S/N.” She grinned and jumped out, but before she closed the door, she turned back to look at me.

“Are you going to pick me up again?” I shook my head.

“No, Amy’s mom is going to bring you home.” She groaned, before a wicked grin spread across her lips.

“Are you busy with a certain doctor?” She wiggled her eyebrows, making me laugh.

“I may be. But that, is none of your business.” She rolled her eyes but smiled before she closed the door and started to walk to the entrance of the school.

I quickly rolled down my window.

“I love you!” Y/S/N turned around and flipped me off, making me chuckle. I quickly returned the gesture, knowing that our mom would beat me bloody if she saw me encouraging that kind of behavior. God have mercy on her.

I stayed in the car until Y/S/N entered the school, before I put the car in reverse and drove off. While driving I wondered what I was supposed to do for the few hours before Carlisle’s shift ended. I could go home and text him to pick me up on his way home…or I could go into the city and grab a coffee. None of those options sounded good to me, so I decided to drive around for a bit.

But even that became boring quickly.

Music…I need music.

I started to fiddle with the radio, which wasn’t working, as usual, until I heard a loud beep. My head snapped up and I saw two deer standing on the road, blocking traffic from both sides. The driver of the car that was standing on the other lane was waving his arm out of his window trying to catch my attention.

I quickly stepped onto the breaks but nothing happened. I felt panic spread through me as I tried again and again. Still, the car wouldn’t slow down. Only moments before I would’ve hit the deer, I pulled the stirring wheel to the right and crashed into the crash barrier.

Thankfully, at least the air bags were working. But as my head crashed against the bag, I felt a sharp pain on my forehead and blood started trickling down my face.

I pulled back from the bag with a groan and leaned back against the seat. Raising both my arms, I checked for injuries and noticed that my right wrist was bend at a weird angle. Great. A broken wrist. I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad for adrenaline flowing through my body.

Knocks on the window to my left caught my attention and I looked over. It was one of the other drivers. He tried to open the door but failed. My dad had drilled it into my head to always lock the doors when I’m in the car alone, even while I’m driving. Carlisle hated that habit, but I hadn’t managed to break it yet. After today, I definitely would.

With my intact hand, I flipped the lock, and the man pulled the door open.

“Are you okay?” I nodded.

“Nothing too serious…I think.” The man sighed in relief and turned around, looking at the other cars.

“I’ve already called an ambulance, they should be here in a bit.” I smiled and thanked him, following his eyes as he looked around the wreck that was once a car. Yeah…it was broken beyond repair.

The next thirty minutes passed in a blur.

The ambulance arrived and I was loaded into it. They wanted to bring me to a different hospital, but I convinced them to take me to the one where Carlisle was working. And mentally, I was already preparing myself for his lecture. He had offered countless times to buy me a new car, saying that mine would surely be the death of me. But I had always declined.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the ambulance came to a halt and the doors opened. The stretcher I was on was pulled out and they started wheeling me into the hospital through the emergency entrance.

And of course, Carlisle was the closest doctor.

“Y/N?” His eyes widened with worry, and he was by my side within a millisecond. He looked me up and down with trained eyes, probably not even listening to the paramedics. As soon as they stopped speaking, Carlisle nodded and thanked them, before he, along with two nurses transferred me to another stretcher and wheeled me into an examination room.

My boyfriend started to work in silence, only occasionally speaking with the nurses until my wrist was in a cast and all that was left was to stich up the wound on my forehead.

“Thank you. I’ll take care of the stitching, you two can leave.” The nurses nodded and quickly waved at me before they left the room. Most of the people working in the hospital knew me by now.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Carlisle turned to me with a, on one hand worried, on the other hand mad, glare.

“What happened?” Oh boy…I’m going to be in soooo much trouble.

“Well…there were deer on the road and my breaks failed.” His eyes widened before his glare returned. I could feel the anger radiating off of him and even though he was really, really angry, I knew that the anger wasn’t directed at me. At least not entirely. It was also directed at himself, which made me feel bad.

With soft hands, he pulled me into a sitting position and to the edge of the bed, making it easier for him to reach me.

He started working in silence, careful to hurt me as little as possible, which didn’t really work. By the second stitch, my left hand was balled into a fist, grabbing onto his coat. A small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth as he noticed it, but he quickly returned to his mad self.

After five more stitches, he was done, quickly disinfected everything and put a large band aid over the sutures. He helped me to lay down before he cleaned up after himself. As soon as he was done with that, he pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down. He mustered me with a frown before he sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. As he looked back at me, I noticed the worry in his eyes. I stretched my left hand towards him and without hesitation, he got to his feet, stripped off his coat and shoes and crawled into bed, laying down on top of me.

His arms wrapped themselves around my waist, while his head laid on my chest, his right ear right above my heart. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, listening to my beating heart while I played with his hair, trying to calm him down.

We spend an hour like this before he slowly sat up and looked at me.

“Are you okay?” I nodded with a smile and reached out to him, cradling his cheek in my hand. He pushed against it and covered my hand with his own, making me smile even more.

“I’m going to buy you a new car and-” I opened my mouth to object, but he held his hand up before a single sound could leave my lips.

“No. No objections. You are going to accept it and I swear to god if you have another accident, I’m never going to let you in front of a stirring wheel again.” I shut my mouth, knowing that he wouldn’t accept any objections on my part. Instead, I just nodded.

“Okay.” His eyes found mine and the anger he was holding onto was gone.

“I…I can’t lose you, Y/N. You have to understand that.” His voice broke and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I nodded again.

“I know…I’m sorry Carlisle.” With a nod he got up from the bed and put his shoes and coat back on.

“Wait here. I’ll clock out and then we’re going home.” He didn’t wait for an answer before he left the room and closed the door behind himself.

It only took him a few minutes before he reentered the room, now dressed in casual clothes. Well…as casual as it could get with him. Sometimes I got the feeling that he would prefer to wear a suit 24/7. His voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“The others wanted to keep you here overnight in case you have a concussion, but I convinced them to let you go under the condition that you’re going to stay at my place tonight.” My eyebrows pinched together but I immediately relaxed them after feeling a sharp pain from the wound on my forehead.

“I have to go home, Carlisle. Y/S/N is being brought home by Amy’s mom and I have to make her dinner and make sure she does her homework.” Since our parents died, I’ve been taking care of Y/S/N, trying to be the cool older sister, now replacement-mom.

“I already talked to Alice and the others. They are going to bring Y/S/N to our house and the two of you are going to stay there for now. Edward will also be taking her to and from school from now on. At least until you’re better and have a car.” I sighed. Once again, there was no room for arguments, so I just accepted it and tried to get out of bed. After struggling for a bit, I looked up at Carlisle, who had been watching me with a grin.

“Need help, love?” I glared at him, before trying again. With a sigh, I gave up and looked at the handsome vampire.

“Can you help me please?” Carlisle chuckled and walked over to me, lifting me out of the bed with ease. He was still grinning.

“You know, none of that would have happen if you’d just turn me.” His hearty chuckled caused a shiver down my spine.

“You know that I can’t do that. At least for now.” With a roll of my eyes, I let him pull a sling over my head and carefully place my broken wrist in it. When he was done, he looked at me and bend down, pressing a sweet kiss against my lips.

“Let’s get you home.”

By the time we reached their hidden house, school was out. Y/S/N and the others should be arriving soon.

Carlisle helped me change into something more comfortable, before he sat me down on the couch, giving me a blanket and a pillow, on which I could rest my wrist.

After changing himself, he sat down behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close against his chest. I leaned back against him with a sigh and closed my eyes for a few minutes before a thought entered my head.

“What about my car?” I leaned my head back, so that I could look at Carlisle.

“I got it toed and brought to a junkyard. Emmet will get all your personal belongings from it before they trash it.” I nodded and smiled at him.

“Thank you.” He smiled at me, adoration filling his eyes.

“No need to thank me. I’d do anything for you.” He leaned down and connected our lips. The kiss was slow and full of love, making me smile against him.

“Ewwww! Could you not?” Carlisle and I pulled away from each other and looked at the direction the voice was coming from. Y/S/N was standing there, surrounded by the Cullen siblings, all of them smiling at her outburst. I just chuckled and waved her over.

Carlisle carefully got to his feet and placed a large pillow at my back, replacing himself. He excused himself and left in the direction of the kitchen.

Y/S/N stood at the feet of the couch, her backpack beside her on the floor and stared at me. The disgust that had just been visible in her eyes dispersed into worry. After a moment, she threw herself at me and wrapped me up in a hug. How she’d missed my cast, I don’t know.

“What happened? I was so worried.” She pulled back and a sad smile took over my lips, as I wiped a few tears from her cheeks.

“Everything’s okay. I just had a small accident, but Carlisle patched me up. So don’t worry.” She nodded and leaned back against me while my left hand trailed over her hair.

After a few minutes, she pulled away and sat down beside me.

“So…are we getting a new car?” I laughed and nodded.

“And you can choose which one. If you’d like, of course.” Carlisle was leaning against the wall close to us and smiled at my younger sister. She jumped to her feet and nodded excitedly. Her mood shifts really easily, making me smile.

“Perfect! I think I just heard Emmet pull up. If you ask, I’m sure he’ll take you to a dealership.” Y/S/N turned to look at me, practically asking for permission. I nodded with a grin and she was off.

“Just please, don’t choose a pink one!” I’m not sure that my plea reached her ears, but it made Carlisle smile, who walked over to me and took the place that was just occupied by my sister.

Before either of us could say something, we heard Emmet’s car take off again, making me chuckle. I turned back to Carlisle.

“Thank you.” Instead of answering, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. He pulled back and mustered me. It almost looked as if he was trying to decide something.

“What?” He sighed.

“After your sister graduated. I will turn you after that. But only if she’s okay with it.” My eyes lit up and I nodded, throwing my left arm around his neck. His arms were around me a moment later and his chest vibrated with a deep chuckle.

“So, you want to tell her?” We pulled out of the hug and Carlisle nodded.

“But only after graduation. I…We have to make sure she won’t tell any of her friends.” I smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, Carlisle.” He pecked my forehead again before he got to his feet.

“So…should we cook, or do you want to order take out?”

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How they feel when they find out you're Mates Headcanon

Edward

To find his other half and their blood not fully rile him up or antagonize his family was a blessing all on its own, other than the fact that he found his mate (removing the brooding emo dude from the Cullen's lives and making him a decent teen) and to make things even more interesting was how you're his opposite, kind of acted more like his coven brother Emmett (which no one admits to his face)

Emmett

Enamored by you since the second he laid eyes on you. Swears up and down by any god he and his family believe in (with the whole vampires have no soul, who knows what they actually believe in) that he was saved by an angel especially as he was bleeding out due to deep claw marks from that damn bear and will call you "his angel" till the end of time (which might be never) because you are, in fact, his angel

Jasper

Definitely a good thing he met you when he did. Meeting you just a little after his time with Maria definitely changed him for the better and he will forever believe it because he knows for a fact that you are the one who saved him before you two found the Cullen clan, but thing is, only Edward knows this for sure because it's hard for him to talk about his feelings (not wanting to affect the family, his powers can get crazy when he admits his feelings)

Alice

She was so excited when she had the vision of you. She obviously knew way before you that you two were going to meet but it was still interesting because you're someone who can easily match her energy or turn into Edward in two seconds (an emo dude who wallows alone) either she loves you and will help you through whatever it is you're feeling

Rosalie

She was not expecting to meet her mate like ever, especially after taking care of the man she thought loved her (and was her one and only). Her revenge plan didn't do much to help her through everything but then she was turned, then you came into the picture and, even though it took some time, you are the reason she was able to change her perspective on love (all she needed was you to show her the better side of things)

Esme

After everything she went through, she never thought she'd find her mate but then she did and strongly believes that you are the one who managed to save her from herself. Even though she's never admitted this to you, she's always going to be forever thankful for you and all that you've done (even if you think you haven't done much) you saving her before she could go through with her plan was a blessing all on its own

Carlisle

After being on his own with the kids for as long as he has, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to find his mate but then funnily enough to him and you, at least, everyone thought he'd met his other half while working but then he met you while he was doing the most basic thing he could, buying another car (this was when things were cheap too and before they moved to Forks... again)

Bella

Even though they changed her because she knew too much (and the Volturi demanded it) and wasn't going to end up with Edward because he found his true mate, she's glad she took the chance and turned otherwise she would have never met you a few years after everything happened and Edward got married. But hey, sometimes you've got to go through a little heartbreak in order to meet your other half (or as they say in the supernatural world, mate)

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One Hard Pill to Swallow

Emmett was the most collected of all the Cullen children but he wasn’t calm or collected right now.

“Carlisle–”

Carlisle pressed the phone against his face and stepped out of the Emergency ward, into the hallway. His ears pricked as he listened to her screams in the background. “Is Esme hurt? Emmett, what’s wrong with her?”

“I don’t know,” Emmett spoke through his teeth. “That’s why I called you. Is today special or something?” Emmett could count on one hand the number of times he’d seen her break down. Usually it had something to do with her baby, but Emmett couldn’t think of anything that would have upset her like this.

Carlisle ran through the family calendar in his head, it wasn’t an important day that would set her off like this, it was just a normal Friday. “Where is she?”

“We’re at home, I didn’t want to leave her alone.”

“Stay where you are.” Carlisle demanded, already heading for the locker room, he’d hang up his coat, pass off his patients and be out the door. “I’ll see you in ten-minutes.”

—

Exactly eight-point-five minutes later, Carlisle’s Mercedes screeched to a halt in the driveway, and 2 seconds after that, he was inside the house.

Something was wrong. The unnatural, suffocating silence emitting from the house, set him on edge.

Of the entire family, Emmett was the least likely to need him for anything, ever.

“I can’t get her to come out and I can’t get in without breaking the house.” Emmett pointed towards the staircase. “She got quiet and in this house, that’s never been a good sign. She slowed down as soon as I called you.”

There was always sound coming from Esme’s art room. She played soft classical music on the stereo system while she painted and when she was throwing pottery, 1960s love songs floated through the house. She was never loud, but there was always some level of sound coming from the room.

Then suddenly, there was nothing. No music, No gentle humming. Just silence, deafening and uncomfortable silence. The largest part of her breakdown was over.

Carlisle darted up the three flights of stairs, sliding on his heels when he reached the door to his wife’s art studio. He listened closely, waiting for some indication that she was in there.

“Esme,” Carlisle called her name softly through the antique door and knocked twice before trying the handle. As expected, the glass knob wouldn’t budge. “May I come in?”

He waited for a beat and heard the quiet snick of the lock and the door swung open.

Newspaper clippings were scattered across the hardwood floor, Carlisle had to step around them. He stooped onto the floor and grabbed one, but every headline said the same thing. Small Cemetery on the outskirts of Milwaukee: Land Reallocated’

“Oh no.”

She’d moved to the floor for the extra space to spread out her research. Esme subscribed to all of the newspapers from the various towns the family moved to. It padded the recycling, helping them blend in with the rest of the community.

What she’d found in Wisconsin, broke her. She wanted the floor to open underneath her so she could drop into the hole, allowing the uncertain aching darkness to swallow her whole and she would disappear. She would never have to feel this kind of pain again.

When she finally spoke, “He’s gone.” The hoarse whisper came from the corner of the room. Esme had wedged herself between the corner of her drafting table and the wall. She was hiding and still so afraid to take up too much physical space. Carlisle suddenly remembered the last time he saw her like this. Though it had been nearly 8 decades, the memory burned bright.

A year after her change, on the exact one year anniversary of her son's death Carlisle found her in the small coat closet, knees bent to her chest, dry-sobbing into a pillow so she wouldn’t be heard. Somehow, this was worse. Esme worked to keep the memories of her baby, they were so tightly intertwined with her vile first husband that she couldn’t think of one without the other.

The angular window cast a pathetic ray of sunlight over her head. A broken halo, over his angel.

“Why are you here?”

“Emmett called.” If Carlisle’s heart could still move, it would have lurched into his throat when he saw her like that.

“Carlisle–”

He cut off her argument and dropped down on the wood floor beside her. “You’re not alright.”

Though there were no tears, dark makeup smeared on her face and her hands. The collar of her shirt was torn and shallow pale lines marred her chest where she so clearly aimed to claw out her own heart. Folding himself into the small space with her, he pulled her into his lap and slid his hands over hers, holding them in place so she couldn’t reach for her chest again. With vampire strength, and Esme’s pristine manicure there was a real danger of her hurting herself.

“The city.” She choked out into the side of his neck. Chest heaving, hands shaking against him.

“Shh…” He stroked her back. “I got it, now.” The evidence on the floor was all the information he needed.

“They turned my baby’s grave into a parking lot!” The words tore out of her mouth in an angry hiss. Saying it aloud cemented the fact that her child’s final resting place was gone. She’d outlived her son, twice.

The desecrated grave stood as a tangible reminder that in this semblance of a life, there was no place for fairness. Their never ending existence meant that they would always be the last people standing, while everyone around them died. It was the curse that came with immortality.

Carlisle pressed his wife against his chest, helpless as she convulsed in his arms. Her hands clawed at her chest, screeching like steel on granite.

“Stop trying to hurt yourself.” Carlisle locked her hands in his keeping them still. “Hold me,” he guided her hands to his shoulders and curled her fingers around either end of his scarf.

He held her tight as apologizes and pleas for forgiveness slipped through her sobs as she gasped for air and trembled.

“I left him there-”

Carlisle knew there was no sense in reasoning with her, she didn’t need to be told that staying in Milwaukee would not have helped her son. Esme’s anguish couldn’t be reasoned away, it bubbled up like a pus infected boil needing to be lanced.

“You’re forgiven.” He whispered into her hair, “I promise he forgives you.”

Sitting up slightly he grabbed the handmade quilt from the desk chair and covered her with it. “Jasper.” Carlisle depended on Jasper’s enhanced hearing. “Help me.”

Carlisle kissed her hair, bereft of anything useful to do. All he could do was try to offer comfort. “I’m very sorry,” his words were not hollow, but she couldn’t hear him. Not really. “Both of you deserve better than this.”

After nearly 80 years of marriage, he’d learned that sometimes all he had to do was shut up and hold her. Today was one of those days. The long-buried pain ran bone deep and he had no hope of ever truly alleviating her suffering.

Her voice was frail when she could finally speak again. “My poor baby. I’m sorry.”

Carlisle, for the first time in a century, wished he could drug his wife. As a doctor he would’ve given her a xanax and put her to bed. But she needed this release and drugging her because it broke his heart seeing her so upset, would be selfish.

A minute later, Jasper was in the doorway. “You rang?”

“Can you make it easier on her?” She needed the release, he didn’t want to take it from her completely. “Calm her down gradually?”

“I’ll try.” Jasper sat on the floor in the doorway, concentrating on Esme. A few seconds later, her breathing slowed and she’d stopped shaking.

“Breathe,” Carlisle pressed his palm against her chest, his fingers smoothed over her sternum as her eyes fluttered open. “Nice and slow.”

“He’s gone.” She blew out a breath, the hollow feeling in her chest weighing her down. “For real. He’s completely gone. What am I supposed to do, Carlisle? Leave flowers at a truck stop!”

“We’ll find another way. I promise, we will find a way to remember him.”

“That grave site was supposed to be permanent–suddenly–it’s not. He’s not here anymore and I don’t know how to do this.”

“We’ll just have to find another way…” he insisted, but he couldn’t come up with a solution at the moment. The Cullens rarely stayed anywhere longer than a few years. Who could have foreseen that the little gravesite with the stone placard and concrete angel wouldn’t be around for the next hundred years?

He lifted Esme into his arms, letting her head rest on his shoulder, her breath tickled the side of his neck.“Mind your head, My Dearest,” he gently extracted her from the small space and held her against him, his long legs eating the short distance to their bedroom.

****

“My poor boy,” the whispered words faded into the low light of the bedroom. The plush mattress dipped when Carlisle sat beside her, moving her hair out of her face. One finger ran back and forth against her cheek.

“His poor mother, too.” He kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger there.“I’ll be right back.”

Before she could ask where he was going, Carlisle was at her side with a warm, wet washcloth in hand. Carlisle was no stranger to washing wounds and all he could do was hope that Esme’s would start to heal.

“What are you doing?”

“You have makeup all over your face,” he explained, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear where it had slipped from her ponytail.

“Oh.”

Carlisle washed the makeup from her eyes, he moved down the bridge of her nose and droplets of water drifted down her chin were the closest she would get to real tears.

“Does it even count?” A shy, timid question that Esme didn’t want to hear the answer to.

“Of course he counts.” He moved the cloth down her cheek, ever so gently; slowly chasing the dark streaks of makeup that melted off her face. “You held him in your body, kept him warm, safe and well fed. You loved him because that’s what a mother does.”

“Not well enough.” She choked, still teetering on the verge of emotion. “Not long enough.”

“It’s not your fault.” He didn’t know what happened to her son, but he knew Esme to be certain that she’d had nothing to do with his death.

“It was only three days.” There wasn’t enough time, she didn’t kiss her boy’s face enough times or watch his feet draw up when he slept. She didn’t get to read to him or even take him outside and let him feel the sunlight on his face. It wasn’t enough time, enough life to count herself as his mother.

“Joseph is your little boy. You nurtured him and loved him for as long as you had him, that doesn’t change.” He’d moved to her hands now, tenderly washing between each of her fingers and across her palms.

His hands slipped down her neck, barely grazing the nearly invisible self-inflicted wounds across her chest.

“Let me take a look.”

“It’s fine,” she tried to pull away but his hand on her shoulder held her in place.

“No, Esme.” He turned on the bedside lamp and retrieved his doctor’s bag from beside the bed. “It’s not fine.” He insisted, angling a penlight so the light shone across her chest.

“Carlisle please–”

“Answer the question, please. Does it hurt whilst I touch it?”

“N–” She sucked in a breath when his fingers prodded against her collarbone and down her chest.

“That would be a ‘yes’” He answered his own question, continuing to palpate the area. “Please stop trying to hurt yourself.” There was no question she’d cut herself. A long jagged line stretched across her breastbone, over her unbeating heart.

She didn’t deserve the pain and trauma of her human life. Now, her only tie left to that life was gone.

****

When he was finished and the ruined makeup had been washed away, Carlisle laid down beside Esme, holding her close. Her tangled curls falling across his chest. It was his fault for not keeping up with the gravesite. Carlisle knew he should have made it a priority to take Esme back to Milwaukee. The harrowing arrival of their grandchild and subsequent need to gather every vampire they’d ever had contact with; to confront the Volturi, took priority. Still, he should have made more of an effort to preserve the cemetery. Esme and Joseph did not deserve Carlisle’s negligence.

Mere words of apology couldn’t fix this, she would tell him that it wasn’t his fault. Without another comment, she’d kiss him, comfort him while she was the one in dire need of tenderness, and drop the subject completely. Esme wouldn’t hold a grudge, she didn’t have a mental rolodex of his mistakes filed away for ammunition to use later. She would just forgive him.

Carlisle didn’t want to be forgiven.

“Lay back,” he pressed one hand behind her head, angling her face away from his, giving him a clear look at her chest.

The venom washed up his throat, coating his tongue and he bent forward, sealing her wounds with his kiss.

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