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velvetcloxds · 1 year

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'Be my mistake' - Carlisle Cullen and "tell me"

If you're still doing it

COLD | C.C.

word count: 0.7k

warnings: a smidge suggestive

summary: cuddling with carlisle in the middle of winter is not as romantic as you hoped

Carlisle was cold, no matter the time of the year or the time of the day, he was freezing, a welcoming trait to aid your favourite guilty pleasure of cuddling him in the summer, but it was a nightmare in the winter and you thought he’d have put that together being so obsessively observant over your every move but alas, he was lovingly unaware.

You were in the kitchen, coated with so many layers it was almost impossible to move, you were paddling around in your fuzzy socks, cold hands fixing another cup of coco to aid your search for warmth. The Cullens were out hunting, it felt like they always were lately, you realized it was less in favor of staying fed and more in favor of allowing you some time with your partner, none of them all that fond of seeing their adoptive father acting so terribly whipped for someone their frozen age.

You were impatient as you waited for the milk to boil, not even aware of the pout that tipped into your lips as you looked out the open windows, the glass house of theirs not at all helping your case, you could hear the music streaming from Carlisle’s office, the open door a silent invitation for you to come to join him while he worked, you were never one to deny yourself some time balled up on his lap- but you were stalling and could only do it for so long.

“Sweetheart,” you weren’t expecting him to come to search for you so soon, biting the inside of your cheek to fight back an amused smile at how quickly he got used to you being around constantly, something feeling amiss when you weren't at his side.

"Over here," you breathed, not looking to find him just yet as you finally poured the steaming milk into a mug, it was more of a bowl according to Edward, but it was perfect for the winter, big enough to warm both of your hands while you held it. "I was coming up in a second, just needed to procure the goods," you explained and you weren't all that surprised when he planted himself behind you, touching you just as soon as his feet stilled, and you hoped he'd mistake the shiver that ran down your spine as a reaction to him and not the cold that ran through your body as it was pressed against his.

"Have you eaten something today?" a silent reprimand as he hummed his question, looking over your shoulder as you plopped a handful of tiny marshmallows into the chocolate goodness. You nodded in reply, bumping him with your bum for the silly question when he was really just trying to make sure you'd had something other than cups of sugar to sustain you. "Just making sure," he continued and when you turned around carefully with the mug in your hands and a raised brow he couldn't help a smile. "You've been spending more time in this kitchen than in my arms," he added, and had he any less restraint, you were sure he'd have paired the words with a pout, but he offered you a simple shrug instead.

"I have not," you argued, hoping he'd be distracted enough by the little sigh of approval as you savored your first sip that he'd not push you for the truth- a futile hope, really.

"Oh, you have, if I didn't know better I'd say that you were avoiding me," smart man, you realized, yet not smart enough to not let his thumb slip under the hem of your shirt while he brushed his hands up and down your waist. "Why are you hiding down here?" he wasn't one to dance around the point, eyes soft to encourage you to talk to him. You weren't all that keen to do so, you were freezing and it was definitely not something that could be helped by being held against him but being the old-fashioned fool that he is, you knew he'd be weary to cuddle you again if you told him what was wrong. "Tell me," he breathed and you couldn't stay strong under normal circumstances, let alone with him looking down at you like that.

"I'm cold," you admitted and it took him a second, eyes crinkling as he frowned. "I'm very cold and usually cuddles would be the very best solution for that but-"

"But you're freezing and your partner is frozen," he tried and you smiled, nodding guiltily, no reason to feel guilty at all with him being who he is but it still wasn't the best feeling telling the person you loved that you didn't want them to hold you. "The fire isn't helping?" he quizzed and you shook your head, knowing he had lit the fireplace and turned up the heat through the whole house as soon as the winds turned cold and still it didn't help. "Well, then there's only one other thing that I think might help," he was being vague, suggestive if you've ever seen it on him and your cheeks were burning at the simple thought.

"And what's that?" foolish question, he was already stealing the mug from your hands, throwing your blanket from your shoulders, and robbing you of a layer of warmth.

"A warm bath perhaps," it sounded like he was merely presenting an option, yet he was moving you into his arms, tucking an arm under your knees as he picked you up, already very pleased with himself as you giggled.

"Everyone will be home soon, Carlisle," you reprimanded but it was no use, the vampire set out to make it all better, and more selfishly, he knew you'd not deny him holding you when you were soaking in nearly boiling hot water.

"We'll close the door," he argued and you felt almost silly for not telling him sooner if this was his way of fixing it. "We have to get you all warmed up, sweetheart," he was placing you on the counter by the sink, warm water turned on and room-filling quickly with steam as he held a hand under the stream to make sure it was perfect.

"You're only doing this because I'm cold, huh?" you pressed, folding your arms around yourself as your body missed your blanket. "No other reason?"

"Well now, my love, who says we can't solve two problems at once?"

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beansmack2021 · 10 months

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Cullen Family w/ Prompt 2

Summary: Reader is the youngest adopted daughter of Carlisle and Esme Cullen, but she's human. The Cullens have done their best to protect her, so when they receive a phone call from her on Carlisle's day off, they react... intensely.

"I'm at the hospital"

Edward Cullen couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his surrogate father take a day to himself that didn't revolve around going for a hunt. There he was, though, on the couch with the remote in his hand, turning on a movie as if he hasn't seen it a million times. He was probably there for the premiere. Still, he rests his ankle on the opposite knee and seems to sink into the cushion behind him.

"Y/N has cheerleading practice today, right?" Esne asks Edward, relaxing into Carlisle's side. Edward nods. "She's there until 4:30. Do you want me to pick her up after?"

"If you don't mind, just make sure you're not reckless with her in the car please." The Cullen clan had always been cautious with their favorite fragile human, but none more than Esme. She'd finally gotten a child that she could raise at least a little, to take care of when she got sick, and to coddle and love the way she'd always wanted. She would remind each of her other adopted children to be careful with her youngest, even after years of Y/N living with them.

"Of course, and thanks Alice, no I wasn't expecting a call." The phone was in Edward's hand before it rang, thanks to his sister's clairvoyance and his own telepathic abilities. He smiled softly as he read the caller ID and answered after the first buzz.

"Hey Y/N/N? What's up, is practice done early?" Edward heard a muffled sob on the other end of the phone and immediately he stood up. "Y/N?"

"Eddie, I'm at the hospital." He bristled and turned to Carlisle and Esme, who, thanks to their enhanced hearing, were already ready and heading out the door. "Alright honey, we're on the way, okay?"

Edward didn't have time to think about which of his siblings just flew past him and out to the car. He was right behind them, still on the phone with his baby sister. "Y/N, can you tell me what happened?"

He hears another soft sob across the line and his unbeating heart shatters. "It's my arm, my season is over." He has an idea of what's happened now.

"Of course, the one time I'm not at the hospital... she's alone right now". Edward can tell Carlisle is frustrated with himself, but even Alice didn't seem to know what had happened until Edward had gotten Y/N's call. Esme rests her hand on her husband's knee. He only picks up speed until they're right outside the hospital.

"Where's my daughter?" Carlisle storms into the lobby and to the counter, where the receptionist seems a bit shocked to see him. "Dr. Cullen, I thought it was your day off." Carlisle, usually cool and collected, couldn't be patient with the woman. "Where is my daughter?"

"Dr. Cullen, right this way." A tall brunette waved the family over. "I see the whole gang is here. Y/N fell on her arm while a stunt went wrong and her bases couldn't catch her. She'll be out for several weeks, possibly months, unfortunately. She doesn't seem to mind the broken bone, just that she won't be able to finish out the season with her team."

He stopped them outside of a room and pushed open the door for them, allowing Carlisle to enter first. He immediately dropped to his knees beside his girl. "Hey sweetheart, I heard you took a fall at practice. Are you okay? Do you need any more pain medicine? Did you hit your head?"

The girl looked at her father, tears pooled in her eyes, then glanced at Edward. He moved closer, grabbing the hand that wasn't casted. "I know it sucks, not being able to finish this season, but you need to heal and you won't be able to if you go right back to tumbling."

"I know, but it just... I'm the flyer. How are we supposed to do any stunts now? Nobody knows any of the flyer's routine but me. I feel like I'm letting everyone down."

"You're not letting anyone down" Esme interjected immediately. "Nobody can blame you for your injury, no one can hold you accountable."

"If they do, just tell them your brothers wouldn't mind having a chat."

"Emmett, no need to make threats. Y/N/N, would you feel better if we got some ice cream?" Carlisle always seemed to know what to say to cheer her up. She nodded and Carlisle stood, ready to go back to the receptionist desk, apologize for how he'd spoken to her in his panic, and fill out Y/N's discharge papers. Nobody could really blame him for how he'd acted, though. She was his little girl, after all.

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velvetcloxds · 8 months

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+ 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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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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velvetcloxds · 2 years

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LUDICROUS | C.C.

pairing: carlisle cullen x gn!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: ittie bittie bit of blood

summary: cooking with the cullens is a remarkably risky task, especially when you're too focused on your boyfriend to pay attention to what you're doing

You had no idea what you were doing, long gone into a world of your own as Alice continued to melodically dish about instructions to cook the perfect lasagne in honour of Bella coming to dinner- though, with your cooking expertise lacking the perfection the Cullen sister demanded, she’d very quickly assigned you the task of preparing the salad which was the real beginning of your downfall. You’d been halfway through washing the tomatoes when you heard Carlisle and Edward coming down from his office, their voices filling the otherwise silent kitchen.

You’d already seen him today, of course, a quick greeting and a somewhat whispered speech of affection before you’d been whisked away to work and you’d attempted with all your might to remain focussed, to not let your thoughts slip away but that was all but impossible with him being sat so perfectly in your view. It was hardly an unfamiliar notion, you being mesmerised by him, being lost in him- in fact, Edward was the unlucky soul to experience most of your musings first hand, but it felt worse with him in the room, perfectly at your disposal yet completely out of reach.

Your lip was caught between your teeth, eyes almost dazed as you made vertical cuts into the cucumber, moving your fingers with the knife as you heard Carlisle laugh lowly at something Edward said, the kind of laugh he reserved purely to humour people, to make them feel noticed, the type of laugh that set a tumble free in your heart. Edward picked up on that first, picked up on the loving thoughts that coupled with it, another familiar notion- what happened next, however, was a first.

“Y/n,” Alice sounded alarmed, dropping the spoon from her hand as you hissed softly, barely registering the pain that spread through your nerves as you watched blood creeping from the cut on your hand, panic only settling when you remembered where you were. “What happened?” she demanded, moving away from you to make room for Carlisle to pass, his own features showing a mixture of concern and confusion.

“I’m not sure,” you sighed, eyes instantly meeting Carlisle’s as he wrapped a rag around your fingers to hide the almost addicting scent that scurried about the room, somewhat relieved that the others were out hunting. “I wasn’t paying attention,” you admitted and the little scoff that Edward offered in reply painted your cheeks with warmth, a reaction that didn’t for a second go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

“Let’s get you upstairs,” Carlisle suggested, deciding to give you some time to breathe before satisfying his curiosity. “Everyone out of the kitchen,” he commanded, though the pair of vampires were already preparing to do exactly that, knowing it would not be wise to stay there until Carlisle cleansed everything from your blood.

While Carlisle guided you upstairs you considered your fate, not entirely sure how you’d even begin to explain that daydreaming about him was the very reason you’d managed to hurt yourself- this man, the very vision of sophistication and stature- the same man to reduce you to a blushing, foolish mess simply by appearing in you mind. It was all very much unfair, torturously so, that you’d find yourself in love with someone who robbed you of all composure and control.

“I know you’re not all that fond of this part,” Carlisle noted and when you finally convinced yourself to pay attention to your surroundings you noticed the disinfectant in his hands. “But I promise, if you just keep your eyes on me, it’ll be over before you know it,” he suggested and you couldn’t help but smile up at him, curious eyes doing exactly what he told you to as he leaned in closer, prompting you to take a desperate quick breath. It was, in fact, over before you knew it, you'd been focussing on his every move until you found yourself melting into the way his fingers brushed over the now closed wound all the way to your elbow, gently tugging you closer.

“Carlisle,” you breathed, and he hummed, immediately interested in what you wanted to say to him, hoping it would give some insight into your uncharacteristic silence. “You are extremely distracting,” you explained simply, allowing your hands to spread out over his chest, fingers moulding the cold fabric between them. He raised a questioning brow, begging you to continue but you couldn’t bare saying more, groaning lightly at his soft smirk.

“Distracting?” he pushed, tilting his head when you tried to move out of sight, free hand now gripping your waist, keeping you in place while also gifting him with the perfect little scene. “Oh, love, don’t tell me…” he was amused, even more so when another groan left your lips, head falling forward against his bicep.

“Please don’t laugh at me, Carlisle, you don’t understand how difficult it is,” you twisted to look up at him, moving your hands to his lower arm as he half-smiled, eyes ablaze with adoration you were too distracted to notice, but he was ever enjoying his own torturous view.

“Laugh at you? Why ever would I laugh at you?”

“Because it sounds ridiculous, absolutely ludicrous that I should allow myself to be so consistently enthralled by you that I can’t seem to think of anything else or do anything else for that matter without it turning into a mess,” you’d not noticed you were pouting until he brought his thumb to your lip, gently smoothing it into placed as you felt a familiar sense of silly intoxication sneak into your mind.

“You think yourself the only one facing such a treacherous trepidation? Surely you don’t think I’m immune to the delusions of love?” he smiled at that, shrugging as if to silence your objections before his hand cupped your cheek. “You flatter me, love, but I promise you, that I’m as much of a ludicrous fool for you as you are for me.”

“So you say, but only one of us has the scars to prove it,” you retorted, melting into his hold as the very laugh that led to this whole ordeal sang around you, and you groaned, silencing him with a delicate kiss. “Careful,” you warned against his lips, kissing his cupid’s bow as he smiled. “That’s a dangerous little sound.”

“I’ve never been one to shy away from danger, Y/n, you know that.”

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velvetcloxds · 2 years

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CONSUMED | C.C.

pairing: carlisle cullen x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none

summary: in the midst of it all carlisle allowed himself to be consumed by your love, just so happens that you were consumed by his as well

You weren’t sure what you were expecting to find showing up at the Cullen house, led by instinct more so than logic but you’d showed up either way. Shoes abandoned at the door as you aimlessly wandered the empty rooms, one hand brushing senselessly over whatever you passed as the other gripped the throw blanket over your shoulders. Blankets were a rather new addition to the household’s interior, one placed perfectly in each room in case you found yourself needing one, but you needed only one- the one from Carlisle’s office couch, it was falling apart at the seems from your constant use of it, his scent becoming less prominent as time passed but it was still his and that alone was a sense of reckless comfort that you had grown obsessively accustomed to.

You had briefly considered going home instead of staying once you realized that the family had gone out hunting, knowing that it was a timely process especially if Carlisle thought he’d not have to rush to see you, not that it was a task- seeing you, being with you- quite the opposite. He’d find himself ever fascinated by you, fixated by every miniscule feature of your existence, as if through all his years wondering this earth, he’d never had the pleasure of meeting someone so mystifying -so consuming. He had no shame in admitting that you had entwined yourself into every thought in his mind, woven yourself so deeply into his decayed veins that he swore he could feel life returning to the ashes of his soul, could feel your love of ivy consume the stony structure of his heart.

You didn’t go home, despite logic returning for a moment after you saw the time, instead, you’d settled on the balcony that drifted from the confines of Carlisle’s room, sprayed out on one of the coupled chairs he’d bought to allow you some comfort while you watched the trees. You did exactly that, tangled legs covered by your blanket, your gaze almost intoxicated by the beauty of the oceans of green, dipped in starlight as if the picture was being created purely on your behalf, and sometimes, selfishly, you believed that it was- that all of this, all the gold from Carlisle’s life that overflowed so mercilessly into the cracks of your past- you believed he knew you were coming, knew what you’d need when you did.

You sensed him sooner than he thought you would, silent steps not silent enough as your lips melted into a smile, eyes still focused on the sky above as the steady beat of your heart faltered, running away from you purely at the idea of him. Carefully, thoughtlessly, you extended an arm from your little cocoon of makeshift warmth, smile settling deeper into your features when he released a brisk sigh, almost grateful for the sight of you.

His fingers moved by a will of their own, always did, following familiar paths as he took hold of your hand brushing his cold lips over your winter kissed knuckles, eyes sunken as he caressed a trail up your arm, settling a hand in your neck before briskly making himself home behind you, shamelessly breathing you in as you leaned back against his chest. He was drowning in you already, after barely a second, barely enough time to truly appreciate you being here, waiting for him with no idea when he’d return but you waited- as if you’d wait forever, and he knew you would, because so did he. And he'd do so again if he knew with certainty that this was what his torturous patience would earn him- if he knew that he’d find himself a man touched by grace he had no claim over- for grace, unaccustomed grace was the only way he could describe the feeling of your hands digging into his arms, begging him to consume you just as you consumed him and he’d be cruel, unrightfully cruel to deprive you of such a simple longing.

“I love you,” you breathed, and your heart hummed in agreement, creating a sort of melodious stream of wordless affection as he kissed the back of your head, your blood sang for him as he felt you melt into his hold, into his presence as if you knew he’d listen to your body more than he’d listen to your words because it had a way of speaking to him that you had no desire to understand, as long as he did.

“And I love you,” he replied, adjusting your blanket to keep you covered, knowing his body did little to aid your desire for warmth but you were determined in demanding his closeness, careless in your desire to have him cling to as much as he was willing to give, and he’d give everything if your happiness was the return. “You’re freezing,” he hummed, instinctively adjusting his shoulder to meet your head as it fell back to try and see him, pink lips forming a smile as you looked up at him.

“I don’t care,” you admitted stubbornly, taking in every bit of him as hungry eyes fled over his features, adoring hand lifting from his grasp to fall so effortlessly into his ice kissed hair, paying no mind to the fact that you were ruining the perfect style.

“I know you don’t,” he sighed, tilting his head to assist you in your loving gesture, “But I do,” he reprimanded, making you feel almost silly for knowing he’d say exactly that. “Let’s go inside, my love, get you warm.”

“No,” you smiled, eyes lighting up at the spark of joy the objection brought you, his features twisting with interest as he tried to understand what you were thinking, what you wanted. “I don’t want to move,” you insisted with a drunken stare, falling into him even further as he smirked, looking over to the trees before returning his gaze to you. “I just want to stay right here, just like this, with you, until morning.”

“Is that so?” you nodded, daring him to contradict your request by making a fuss over the cold, over the idea that you’d fall ill spending the night outside when you could be much more comfortable in his bed, though he would be so very wrong, for nothing could offer you as much comfort or warmth as him and his love. “Very well,” he concurred, kissing your forehead before allowing you to nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, skin adorned with shivers as he tried to shield you from the breeze churning around you.

“I love you,” you repeated carefully, lips brushing over the hidden spot behind his ear, a mere hum in return being offered as Carlisle realized how quickly you’d fall asleep like this and he wasn’t wrong, for it was merely a minute that passed before he felt your breaths grow slower, body falling limp against his own and it took every bit of patience in him to move you to his bed, covering you with the layers of multiple duvets as he hovered over you, watching you in utter disbelief.

“And I love you,” he agreed, shaking his head to himself as he decided to steal a few more greedy moments with you like this, so peaceful, so content, so fleeting- but undoubtedly his.

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