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zapreportsblog · 6 months

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❝HUSBAND❞

✭ PAIRING : Edward Cullen x Reader

✭ FANDOM : Twilight

✭ SUMMARY : When Edward proposed to Bella he expected her to accept after all they were mates? Right? Wrong! Bella rejected edwards proposal breaking his undead heart in the process, not being able to withstand the aftermath Edward leaves home; only to return 2 years later but this time he’s married?!

✭ AUTHORS NOTE : I already know there is a story on here called the same story with the same cover (on quotev at least) mines had been edited to a clearer form, (again on quotev) that was my old account, (marveluserlovesmarbel again on quotev was my old and very first account) one of my first actually. If I can remember the login information from it I’d log back in and post my stories from their over here but for now enjoy the remake of said story :)

✭ QUOTEV VERSION

✭ HUSBAND MASTERLIST

✭ CHAPTER THREE : The Storm

Tension filled the air as Bella confronted the newfound presence of (Y/n) in Edward's life. She blinked in disbelief, her voice quivering as she stammered, "My love? Since when did this happen?"

Edward, sensing the impending storm, attempted to walk away with (Y/n) and even gestured for her to go inside. But (Y/n) was resolute and didn't budge. She glared at Bella, her voice dripping with ice, as she asked, "Who are you?"

Bella retorted, her tone growing defensive, "I'm Edward's girlfriend, and who are you?"

(Y/n) didn't waste a moment, showing off her ring with a fiery glare. "I'm his wife."

Bella's eyes widened in shock at the revelation. The words hung heavily in the air, and she was momentarily at a loss for words. She looked to Edward for help, but he maintained a blank expression.

Sensing Bella's vulnerability, (Y/n) couldn't contain her anger any longer. She stepped forward, poking Bella's chest with each word, her voice seething with righteous fury. "You've got some nerve showing your face around here. You made your grave; now lay in it."

Without waiting for a response, (Y/n) turned away from Bella and walked over to her husband, Edward. She looked deep into his eyes, her love and passion evident, and then, she pulled him into a long, passionate kiss. It was a declaration of their bond and a clear message to Bella that she was no longer a part of Edward's life. Bella watched them with a mixture of jealousy and regret, realizing that she had lost Edward. But she wasn’t one to give up easily. With a huff she yanks over her car door looking back at the couple, “I’ll be back later Edward,” and with a slam of the door she pulls out of the Cullen’s drive way.

Emmett the ever so innocent “viewer” in all this snorts, “Women am I right?!”

┉

Inside the house, (Y/n) had stormed in, seething with anger and frustration. She couldn't believe that Bella had shown up and disrupted the peace she and Edward had found together. She muttered to herself, unaware of the growing intensity of her emotions.

"How could that wench come here and think all would be fine and dandy?" (Y/n) ranted, her voice filled with exasperation.

Unbeknownst to her, the lights in the house began to flicker erratically. The others in the room exchanged puzzled glances, noticing the unusual phenomenon. Emmett, always one to comment on such things, blurted out, "Yo, what's up with the lights?"

Edward, realizing that it was (Y/n)'s powers reacting to her emotional turmoil, excused himself and made his way to where she was venting her frustrations. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and whispered soothing words, "Love, it's going to be okay. Please, try to calm down. Your powers are reacting to your emotions."

(Y/n) took a deep breath, her anger gradually subsiding as she focused on Edward's calming presence. The lights in the house gradually steadied, no longer flickering. She turned to him, her eyes filled with remorse for causing such a disturbance.

Edward reassured her, "It's alright, my love. We'll figure this out together. Bella is no longer a part of my life, and you are the one I choose to be with. I love you."

(Y/n) nodded, her anger giving way to a sense of relief and the warmth of Edward's love. They held each other close, finding solace in their bond, and slowly the tension in the house began to dissipate.

As Edward held (Y/n) close against his chest, her anger continued to simmer. She mumbled softly, her voice filled with frustration, "I just don't like it. How can she come back here thinking she would be welcomed with open arms? After hurting you? After unknowingly hurting your family?"

Edward kissed her forehead gently, trying to offer reassurance. "It's okay, my love. We'll work through this."

But (Y/n) couldn't contain her anger any longer. Her emotions surged, and as she shouted in frustration, a light bulb above them suddenly burst, scattering glass fragments on the floor.

Startled by the sudden noise, Alice, who had been observing the situation from the doorway, took a step back. She glanced at the shattered light bulb and then at the two of them, her eyes wide with surprise. With an uncertain smile, she said, "I'll just come back later," and quickly walked away, leaving Edward and (Y/n) alone to deal with the aftermath of this emotional exchange.

As (Y/n) pulled back from their embrace, her guilt about scaring Alice was evident in her eyes. She whispered, "Oh no, I scared Alice. I have to go apologize."

Edward gently placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "No, what you need to do is calm down, love. Alice will be fine. She's a vampire, remember?"

(Y/n) wasn't easily consoled. She replied, "That doesn't mean I didn't frighten her, supernatural being or not."

Edward couldn't help but chuckle, his laughter resonating in the room. "That's what I love about you, my dear."

(Y/n) playfully smacked his shoulder, her worry still evident. "This isn't a laughing matter, Edward. I used my powers unconsciously, and look, I even broke that poor, innocent light bulb."

Edward continued to chuckle, the sound of his laughter filling the room. "You're right, love, but it's just a light bulb. We can replace it. Besides, I’m sure Alice will understand.”

(Y/n) sighed, unable to resist a smile at her husband's laughter and reassurance. She realized that even in moments of turmoil, his presence had a way of calming her, and she felt grateful for the love they shared.

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clarasogatsby · 17 days

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Want to tell us a favorite headcanon of yours for Carlisle/Esme?

(After being a big fan of yours for years, I’m lowkey fangirling that you’re in my inbox 🥹)

TW: Child loss

Ok, this may be a bit angsty but it’s still a favourite HC of mine.

Every year on the run up to Esme’s transformation anniversary and days before where she lost her baby, Carlisle makes sure that each of The Cullen ‘children’ spend time individually with Esme.

He sits them all down when they join the family and has a conversation with each of them, once the familial relationship is established, and asks them to think of an activity that both the individual and Esme would enjoy together. He asks them to humour him, and feed into her wanted role of mother, even with Jasper who while deeply respects and cares for Carlisle/Esme, probably doesn’t see them as ‘mum’ and ‘dad’.

The whole week, each member of the family spends time with Esme, making her feel loved, wanted and *needed*. They do a range of activities; from hunting, shopping, gardening, landscaping, or something silly that Emmett comes up with. They let her fuss over them, fixing their clothing, their hair (Edward’s), without any complaints. She *needs* this.

At the end of the day, Carlisle happily sits and listens to Esme talk and reminisce about her days with her family. She lights up, her family mean everything to her. His heart expands, he doesn’t think he can love his ‘children’ any more in this moment for what they have done for his wife, his mate; making her light up and find moments of happiness in a time that is filled with loss, tragedy and grief for her.

On the day of the anniversary, Carlisle is there. He holds her, he lets her dry sob, he lets her mourn in anyway she feels like it. He doesn’t try to take away her pain. He’ll never understand that kind of loss and he won’t try to. But he is there. Some years, she wants to sit in silence with her fading human memories thinking of the short time she had with her son. Some years, she wants to scream and run and run and run. Other years, she’s kept busy and plants flowers in his memory, sketches or daydreams about what he would look like growing up. She sometimes doesn’t want to talk about it, she sometimes doesn’t want to be held or “pitied”. But he stays by her, letting her know silently, or through touch or conversation that he is there, whatever she may need him.

When she is finally able to, she hugs him back and kisses his cheek. No words needed. She is so grateful to this man who time and time again stands by her side, who has saved her life over. Who has given her a life of happiness and love when she felt so hopeless, lost and desperate. She will never stop forgetting her son, but she can now allow herself to feel hopeful, content and spread the love she has to her family, with her husband, her mate.

Thanks for asking!

#twilight #asks #Carlisle/Esme #Angst #cullen family #I wanted to share this thought and hopefully it’s not too ooc #I feel a one shot inspiration in the future

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spanishinfluenza · 1 year

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It is officially Christmas time therefore it is my sworn duty to tell you that Esme Cullen is a STAUNCH DEFENDER of Dean Martin's Baby, It's Cold Outside

This is the time of year where the Cullen house gets to listen to the tuneful voice of their matriarch grumbling, "Say whats in this drink?' was a SAYING! A CULTURAL JOKE! PRETENDING TO REFUSE A DESIREABLE PARTNER WAS A 50S MEME!"

To which the house responds, "we know, we were there!"

#she could very well be Jewish too these hcs are not mutually exclusive #esme will not stand for Baby Its Cold Outside slander #similarly Emmett loves that one line in Fairytail of New York and will sing it louder than any other libe #but thats more because he hates to be reasonable #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #im so sad Christmas cant show up in Rope #maybe a one shot will occur?

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shewastheheart · 1 year

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can you please write another carlesme one shot? pretty please? i love the way you write them

A/N: Thank you so much for the kind words! Of course! I'm not sure if this is even close to what you may have had in mind, but there's this idea I've been turning over in my head about Carlisle having had a different path and well...

They’d heard the rumors, the talk of an angel of death amidst their world, but they considered themselves somewhat off the grid. ‘Vegetarians’, their friends from various covens considered them, dismissive and pitying.

And they were, for the most part.

But no matter how little they participated in the typical happenings of a vampiric lifestyle, that did not protect them from the all seeing eyes of the Volturi, the whimsical laws of their world.

He receives his orders and sets out within the day to the United States. He studies the maps and the file he was given. He replays the instructions Aro gave him over and over again in his perfect memory.

It is time again, dear brother, to do what God has put you here for. To excavate the earth of its horrors by donning the horror yourself. End the suffering they bring.

The words never sat well with him, no matter how many different ways Aro chose to rephrase them each time he sent him out on these missions. In his 300 years, his work has dwindled, and he has been grateful, but - according to Aro - the Lord’s work is never done.

“Go forth and do His work,” Aro would smile. “Sweet angel of death.”

Esme is perched in her favorite tree, far into the forest and high into the sky, painting the early morning dawn rising before her on a canvas. Her paints are balanced precariously on a nearby branch, but they hold steady once her paintbrush departs the palette.

“Esme?”

She inclines her head in acknowledgement without taking her eyes from the artwork she attempts.

“Yes?” she replies, breaking the silence of the morning as Edward climbs up into the tree beside her.

His body is long and lanky, rough and awkward at times, causing the limbs to shutter and shake beneath his weight. Birds take flight at the disturbance, chirping in irritation at her son.

“I... I was thinking about heading down to Alaska for the week.”

Esme pauses, retracting her brush from the board to glance over at him, the downcast eyes and sheepish look. Technically, she is older than him, born in 1895, while he had not entered the earth until 1901, but his life stopped seventeen years later, while hers carried on a near ten more. Though, in vampiric years, he will always exceed her, his experience greater and more expansive.

He's been seventeen for just shy of one hundred years. She’s been part of the living dead for barely eighty.

Yet, in moments like these, he looks ever the boy he was the day his heart stopped beating.

“What’s happened, Edward?” she inquires, placing her supplies on the branch holding her paint and turning to face him.

“Nothing, nothing, I just...” He pauses, doesn’t speak for a long while, and she doesn’t push him. If she’s learned anything in these last eight decades, it’s to let him think it all through.

Edward is special, she’s always known that even before he explained his abilities to her. He can hear everything, every thought in every person’s mind. She knows how loud it can be for him in his own head. So she waits, patiently letting him sort through the chaos crowding his mind.

“There’s a girl.”

She nearly falls off the tree in glee.

“Esme.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” she grins, quickly covering it with her palm.

“It’s torture, mother,” he growls. “She’s human, she’s annoyingly persistent, and I can’t hear her.”

He lists the issues off on his long fingers, sounding so much like a troubled teenager in that painstaking moment, but his face looking absolutely agonized.

“And her blood - it’s different, it’s stronger than the others, it’s-” He huffs and buries his face in his hands.

Esme eases across the distance from her tree to his, sidling up next to him.

“I - you know, I always wondered when you would find your mate, so maybe-”

“She’s human,” Edward groans into the cove of his palms. “She can’t be. She can’t. I won’t allow this.”

“Okay, okay,” she hushes him, placing a tentative hand on his back. “We’ll figure this out. It’s going to be okay, son.”

Ever so slightly, he relaxes into the weight of her slim hand on his shoulder blade.

Just in time for him to be knocked from the branch.

It was easy enough to find the home located deep in the Washington woods, the impressive structure made from wood and glass. A beautiful home, one he almost felt guilty to destroy.

He would have to burn it once he was done here.

Finding its occupants was a simple next step, his silent travel through the surrounding forest leading him to the murmur of their voices.

The two of them sat high in a tree, sharing a branch and apparently so engrossed in a conversation that they fail to hear him quietly scaling the trunk a few feet behind theirs.

He decides to take out the male first, lunging across the distance and seamlessly knocking him from the branch from behind.

They go sailing to the forest floor, crashing to the ground in a shattering fall that carries the sounds of an earthquake.

His element of surprise did the job, taking the man completely off guard. His opponent sputters before fighting back, slipping from Carlisle’s tight grip.

“Who are you?” the other man - the boy, he looks to be just a boy - chokes out, spewing dirt from his mouth.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Carlisle Cullen,” the boy snaps before Carlisle can make his next move, causing him a moment of pause. “Who - who are the Volturi?”

“How do you know that?”

“I - I heard it, in your mind,” the boy says quickly, arms up and ready to brace against Carlisle’s next attack.

The words shock him into stillness.

“You - you can read my thoughts?”

He doesn’t get to hear the boy’s answer. In the next second, an iron grip hooks around his neck, flings him into the nearest tree.

He grunts as he hits the tree and then the ground, the force impressive. He’s not used to the women being as great of a problem-

Carlisle ascends from the forest floor by the grip on his neck, a forearm cutting into his larynx as he’s pinned to the splintered spine of a tree at his back.

The sight before him would steal his breath if he had the oxygen stored in his lungs.

Yes, he saw her on the tree before his attack, but the glance hardly compared to this view of her blazing eyes level with his, the curls of caramel locks whipping his cheeks in the wind, and the scent of honeysuckles assaulting his senses.

“Touch my son again, and I will singlehandedly destroy you. Piece by piece,” she tells him, her voice calm but razor sharp.

She applies a jerk of pressure and he feels an alarming crack fissure along the side of his throat.

“Esme.” The boy’s voice at her back, his hand on her shoulder. “Esme, he’s not going to hurt us. Not right now, anyway.”

Those fiery eyes assess his face, holding his for a long moment before easing the pressure.

It feels terribly wrong, but all he can think in that split second is that he wouldn’t mind if this is how his life finally concluded.

The woman releases Carlisle with a huff and instantly moves to the boy, her son.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She’s checking over him like a true mother hen, fluttering around him like an anxious bird.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” the boy brushes her off, but he can sense the warmth of appreciation in his tone.

And with that assurance, she’s spinning on her heel, the sundress she wears fluttering around her calves.

“Who the hell are you and what do you think you’re doing?” she snarls, approaching him with that gorgeous fury back in place.

“Carlisle Cullen,” he says stupidly, stopping himself before he can hold a hand out to her. “I - I was sent here on assignment. Whenever we learn of certain individuals of our kind engaging in the most gruesome of sin, it is my job to handle the problem.”

“Sin?” she echoes incredulously.

“It was reported that you - your coven - are a threat to mankind-”

“We are all a threat to mankind,” she snaps, advancing on him again. “Some more than others, but certainly not us. Neither I, nor Edward have touched a human in over fifty years, so you and your employer need to either get your facts straight or update your records. Because you’re in the wrong place.”

It’s then that he notes her eyes.

Amber. A fiery brown like whiskey, flecks of gold around her pupils alive and sparking at him.

Far from red.

A quick glance to the boy, Edward, tells him the same.

“You abstain from human blood?”

Her eyes roll, but he notices a slight softening to her posture, a gentling to the maternal fury he evoked.

“Like I said, it’s been decades. I was the last to falter, shortly after my transformation. Since then, we have survived only on animals,” she clarifies, stepping back to stand closer to Edward.

“Not to mention, Esme goes for only the weakest and oldest,” Edward mutters, earning a swift elbow to the side.

“I don’t understand,” Carlisle murmurs, more to himself than the pair before him.

Aro had said the two he was to kill were menacing to the Pacific Northwest region of the United States, their bloodlust uncontained despite multiple warnings. He was shown pictures, blurred but clear enough to match the woman and the man before him.

The location matched, the identities, but... if what Edward and Esme says is true-

“He lied to you,” Edward cut in, finishing the thought he didn’t want to have. The onslaught of memories, the suspicions he’s pushed away for years, centuries, following and causing his skull to ache. “He likely always has been.”

“There’s no reason for him to...” But he can’t finish the argument. Aro loves control, power, more than all else. Is it possible he has somehow been keeping track of any and all vampires who may pose even the potential of a threat to that power and then ordered Carlisle to destroy them before the risk could grow?

“You are providing them with an act of mercy, Carlisle,” Aro had told him the first time he had made such a request. “Like Gabriel, the angelic messenger of God, you are delivering the good news that their suffering is over. To die at your hands, to be done with this eternal damnation... you are curing them of a plague none of us asked for.”

“Then why do we continue on, brother?” Carlisle had asked, noting himself, Aro, the court of vampires among them.

Aro had not missed a beat.

“Why, to keep order. This sickness, this spread of immortality will never end. Not truly. We cannot selfishly end our own lives and leave this earth to perish at the hands of the damned. It is our responsibility, our cross to bear, to continue. To fight the evils and keep them at bay. It is God’s will.”

Carlisle slumps backwards against the tree.

“We hold court over this hellish earth,” Aro explained to him softly. “And then we send you, an angel of mercy and death all in one, to cull it of what few demons we can. What other purpose could us, the damned, serve?”

He is a fool, to have ever believed that Aro ever gave a damn to what God would expect of them.

“Your leader, Aro, must have learned of my abilities somehow.”

Carlisle thought of Alice, the poor girl who often stuck close to him, whom Aro used to see futures and follies they were supposed to prevent.

“She must have seen you. Known your decision,” Carlisle surmises, no longer needing to explain the entirety of his thoughts with Edward reading them. He only explains further for the benefit of Esme. “Alice can see the future. She can see the decisions of others before they are even made. Aro - he told me Alice was able to see the wrongdoings of those I was sent out to... end.”

Now he understood why he and Alice were never allowed a moment alone. Why she always looked so pained, so stricken, each time he left for a job.

Carlisle slides down to the ground, thumping his head back against the hard bark of the tree.

He is no angel, only a monster.

It is not until the woman, Esme, crouches in front of him that time takes on meaning again.

“Carlisle?” she calls gently, the outrage gone from her face.

It’s the first time she’s said his name and he can’t deny it’s the most wondrous thing he’s ever heard. It’s a peculiar feeling, that even through his sudden grief, his upheaval of self-loathing, the proximity of this woman, the sound of his name in her mouth, is like a lightning bolt of clarity through his senses.

“Would it be too late,” he inquires hoarsely. “To request for you to destroy me piece by piece after all?”

Her brow creases in concern, the lovely line of her mouth turning downwards.

“There’s only one reason I would do that and something tells me you mean no harm to me or my son any longer.”

He scoffs, rubbing a hand down his jaw. “No. I never - I never meant harm to anyone. I thought I was... what a fool I am. To think I was doing a favor to my victims, doing what had to be done. A sick, masochistic fool.”

“You wanted to die from the moment you came into this existence,” Edward supplies from behind Esme. “You were only doing what you were told, doing what you thought your only purpose was.”

Carlisle shakes his head. “That doesn’t excuse it. Not at all.”

“No, but it offers understanding to your actions,” Esme tells him, her eyes soft now, golden like honey.

“You hated this,” Edward adds, his head tilting, eyes scrutinizing. The boy was completely in his head now, reading through every putrid thought. “Even though you hate what you are, a vampire, you despised killing the others. I even sensed your guilt as soon as you tackled me.”

“I tried to make it quick,” Carlisle chokes out. averting his eyes from Esme. He can’t look at her, not while he talks about this. “To take a life like that... mortal or not, it felt wrong. It always felt wrong.”

The sudden, feather light brush of a touch on his bent knee, brings his attention back to the present, to the woman in front of him.

“You don’t have to be that anymore,” Esme says ever so softly to him. It feels like something inside of him is splitting open, some dormant, suppressed part of him that died the day his humanity did. He somehow feels as if he is alive again.

No longer an ‘angel’ of death, a grim reaper, a husk of a human. He could be more, he could be what he always wished he could be, do something better with his abilities. More than Aro allowed, more than he himself ever allowed.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to her, to them both. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’ll be okay, Carlisle,” Edward promises, no doubt sensing the overwhelm of panic in his mind. “You’ll be fine.”

The boy’s gaze falls to Esme and so Carlisle follows it and has the overwhelming urge to believe the words.

It’ll be okay.

If their kind could cry, she thinks Carlisle would be sobbing. He looks stricken, so destroyed by himself, his realizations. His brown eyes - a coppery shine with not a hint of red to them - have darkened severely over the hours.

She sits in front of him for those passing hours, one hand on his knee like an anchor. Part of her is afraid that if she lets go, he’ll drift away into the darkest parts of his mind that she knows Edward examines as they speak.

When morning turns to night, Edward offers to leave them for a hunt, reluctant at first, but they are both hungry. They were supposed to go earlier this morning, after she finished painting.

“You can go,” she assures him. “Carlisle won’t hurt me.”

Carlisle’s eyes flick up to find hers, a hint of horror at the mere thought, she’s sure.

Edward nods. “I know. I’ll be right back.”

In a flash of movement, he’s gone.

“Is he really your son?” Carlisle asks, staring into the swaying branches the boy left in his wake.

“Not biologically, no,” she answers. finally releasing his patella to fold her own legs beneath her. “Edward turned me in the 1920s.”

Carlisle’s brow arches.

“It wasn’t an easy decision for him,” she’s quick to add. “He hides it well, but I know he still feels guilt for it, still questions if he made the right decision.”

“May I ask what happened?”

Esme nods. “My husband and I, we were visiting Chicago. That’s where Edward is from, where he had been living since he was turned a few years earlier. My husband, Charles, he... he wasn’t a good man.” She instinctively begins to rub the mended bone of her wrist, one of the many bones he broke that final night. “We had gone to see a movie, he had been drinking, and after the film ended, he took me out into the back alley, beat me until I was nearly dead.”

She feels Carlisle stiffening before her, but she doesn’t dare look up until she’s finished.

“All I remember, all that Edward told me, is Charles being wrenched off of me. I had already passed out when Edward bit me.” She flips her hand, allowing Carlisle to see the two half moons healed on the inside of her wrist. “Edward used to hang around the city, targeting rapists and murderers. And abusive husbands, it seems.” She swipes her thumb over the scarred flesh. “He was wracked with guilt when I awoke a couple of days later, couldn’t stop apologizing long enough to explain what had even happened to me. The thirst took over, I made my first kill soon after.”

Esme swallows hard, never wanting to remember the face of the life she took, the innocent man walking outside that fateful day. But she’ll never forget it.

“We decide to move after that.”

“Here?” Carlisle asks, his voice gentle.

“No, Wisconsin first. Then Wyoming. Now Washington. Fans of the W’s apparently,” she jokes, finally risking a glance up to Carlisle’s face. “Edward’s only seventeen, but he’s been seventeen for nearly a century.”

“You’re a good mother to him,” Carlisle offers, a tentative half-smile tugging at his lips. The first she’s seen since meeting him.

“I try to be,” she murmurs, her lips rising to match his. “I love him as if he’s mine. I always have.”

“I’m sorry again, for how we had to meet,” he sighs, eyes falling to his lap.

“Then let’s change it.”

Esme extends her hand. Carlisle looks up confused, so she flicks her eyes to her hand, wiggles her fingers until he gingerly slides his palm into hers.

She ignores the ridiculous flutter in her stomach that she doesn’t quite understand.

“Hi,” she smiles at him. “I’m Esme Platt.”

His eyes shine for her.

“Carlisle Cullen,” he replies, giving her hand a tender shake.

“Pleasure to meet you. Now tell me your story, Carlisle Cullen.”

She draws her hand back to her lap, leans forward ready to listen, but he hesitates.

“It’s not a very good one.”

“I told you mine,” she huffs, watching his eyes cut to hers with a sparkle of amusement at her tone. “I won’t judge.”

She waits him out until he finally sighs, leans back into the tree as if getting comfortable.

“I was born in London, in the 1640s.”

#twilight fanfiction #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #esme x carlisle #carlesme #prompt!#my writing #okay so it was supposed to be a one shot #but then it grew #and now I'm 10k in #i'm sorry!#i can write shorter things i promise

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musingsanddrabbles · 6 days

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A Good Wife, currently a one-shot.

( cw: domestic violence & physical abuse )

She had endured for months. In a tender, few weeks it would be their first wedding anniversary. She had nearly forgotten until opening the pocket diary she took shopping with her. The date was circled, something she had done the morning of the new year in the hope that it would all work out.

That belief was the only thing that got her through the wedding ceremony.

She hadn't slept at all last night. It was a Friday; Charles had come home drunk after missing dinner. By the time he stumbled through the door it was cold and of course it was her fault. She tried desperately to outrun him, use his inebriation against him, but her foot caught the leg of the dining table as she made her attempt to evade him. She was never quick enough at returning back to her feet.

Plates smashed as he swiped dishes from a clothed table, cutlery falling deafeningly around her. His fingers found her ankle as he dragged her toward him before her back was against the wall and his fingers around her throat.

She never cried.

His spittle found her face with every angry word— every insult he hurled at her. She did her best not to struggle, but his fingers grew tighter and tighter which caused her to wince. Soon enough she was struggling to breathe.

Is this how she died?

He released her on the brink, allowing her to fall onto her hands and knees as she heaved, desperate for air in her lungs. The respite was brief. Soon enough he had his fingers in her hair, forcing her to follow him clumsily into the living room.

She couldn't remember what happened once the door closed, but from the bruises staining pale skin, she had gathered it was nothing pleasant.

The fingerprints around her throat were her most urgent concern. She settled on wearing her hair down accompanied by a coat with a generous collar. No-one would notice if she kept herself to herself. Charles had left for work and he expected Esme to shop for groceries. A fruitless endeavour in her opinion, especially when he most often hated what she cooked.

The decision was sudden and derailing. Instead of turning left as she normally would, Esme instead found herself walking a route she hadn't dared tread for months.

As she walked, the first few raindrops began to fall. It was gentle at first, almost relieving against skin that ached beneath clothing, but soon enough the rain pelted down as hard as her husband's punches and Esme found herself beginning to soak through. As roads transformed into dust tracks, the hem of her skirt picked up mud with shoes sinking into it.

The smell of the farm was a different type of pungency to the city. Manure was familiar to her, as was the sight of pigs and chickens.

The tree that came into few as she rounded the curve of the road caused a smile to pull at her lips. She was glad it was still there. With its presence, she was also reminded of the blonde-haired doctor so long ago.

She stood for what felt like hours at the door or the farm house. With every stuttering breath, she tried to find her bravery. An equally as shaky hand (curled lightly into a fist) came up to rap knuckles against the door, but she was interrupted by her name said behind her.

Esme startled. She turned, expecting Charles but was instead met by her mother with a cluster of eggs collected freshly from the hens.

Esme's chest collapsed in partial belief, but anxiety remained chained around her ankle. Rain dripped pitifully from the rim of her hat as she offered a strained smile. Of course her mother ushered her in with comments about Esme catching her death.

They had barely closed the door before Esme revealed she had come to talk to both her mother and father about something which drew her father from the doorway leading into the living room.

They invited her to sit, but nerves refused them.

With nothing more than an deep inhale, Esme revealed the treatment she suffered at the hands of Charles. She peeled away material to show bruising, her voice trembling but not breaking as she detailed his true nature before asking for their help.

The silence between them was as violent as Charles himself.

Esme's mother spoke first; Esme had to understand that Charles had a very taxing and stressful job. Perhaps she could do better not to frustrate him after a hard day's work.

Then Esme's father joined in, supporting his wife by suggesting Esme try to please him physically. The last thing a husband wanted when getting home was a wife who criticised them. He'd want to let off steam somewhere, she should be available for him to do that.

The figures in front of her suddenly became unrecognisable.

In the midst of their appeal of Charles' character, Esme's fingers found the door handle.

The rain had not subsided, but she did not care to stay a moment longer.

She had always wondered when she would lose her parents. This unexpected grief of losing them despite still living nearly doubled her over. Even with the aching in her chest, Esme retraced her steps until the key found the lock of her own house. Tears fell as heavily as the rain outside as she shed nature-stained clothes.

She would not wash them, Charles would be too suspicious. Instead she watched them burn in a fire that burned not only fabric, but any lingering connection to her parents.

Eventually, Esme found her diary again. She circled this date before glancing her reflection in the mirror. Lingering tears were wiped away, a smile stretching cheeks despite her agony. A dwindling fire was extinguished, the evidence of her disobedience gone and absolving her of her crimes.

The grocer commented on how late she was, how she usually appeared like clockwork. Esme dismissed his observation with a laugh, fruit and vegetables finding her basket as she explained she simply lost track of time waiting for the weather to pass. He laughed in return as bills were exchanged and Esme accepted her change.

And again she was alone, the sickening recognition of déjà vu lodging itself firmly in her throat as she cleaned and peeled potatoes. She wondered if she would be able to enjoy any of this tonight or if it would be her usual meal of iron with the threat of teeth.

Just a few more weeks. Maybe she would learn to be a good wife, yet.

#drabble #one-shot #esme platt #esme cullen #twilight saga #twilight #stephanie meyer #the twilight saga #fan fiction #domestic violence men #cw: domestic violence #tw: domestic violence

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3vergr3en · 1 year

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Heartbeat

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Summary: Evening naps in Jasper’s bed is a usual thing that happens daily, but the vampire isn’t complaining. Instead he loves it, Y/N’s heartbeat is Jasper’s haven.

Additional Info: (Fem!Human!Reader x Vampire!Jasper Hale.) Some sensual kisses being shared. Overall fluff. This is my first one-shot of Jasper Hale! Please ask for more requests!

Mentions of the Cullen Family, specifically Esme and Emmet.

TW: Slightly suggestive.

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Rain droplets can be heard splattering outside onto the windows of Jasper’s room, but no sound can disrupt the deep slumber of Y/N. You were sprawled out on Jasper’s bed (that was installed shortly after your visits became more frequent). You were laying on your stomach, your left knee raised up to your side and your arms buried under the ivory colored silk pillow. Your breathing heavy but quiet. The aroma of Timber & Patchouli filled the interior, being lit by the vampire shortly after the mortal fell asleep.

Jasper laid beside the human, his back pressed against the wooden headboard of his bed while his hand played with a strand of Y/N’s H/C hair, This was a usual event that happens, and he loved it. He couldn’t get enough of hearing the gentle, repetitive beats of her heart. It was calming for the immortal.

Whenever he felt stressed or overwhelmed, he’d stand behind the latter and wrap his arms around her waist. He then would hide his face in the crook of Y/N’s neck, breathing in the female’s pleasant fragrance, drowning out his thoughts with her heartbeat.

“Jasper..?” Y/N calls out groggily. You slowly, but eventually push yourself up with your arms so that you’re now sitting up. Your arms extending outwards while a yawn left your lips. “Yes, darlin’?” Jasper quietly chuckles, finding the tired mortal to be cute. “I’m right behind you, love.” His voice soothing.

“Mm.. How long was I asleep for?” You ask, turning around to face Jasper with half-lidded eyes. “Just a little over an hour.” The male hums, reaching out to pull you onto his lap. You shiver at the sudden chilliness of his skin in contact with yours, but you soon grow used to it. “What are you looking at? Is there drool on my chin?” You question after noticing the male staring up at you. You turned your face away from the latter, trying to wipe away any saliva from the corner of your lips. “There’s nothing there, hon’. I’m just appreciating the beauty that’s in front of me.” Jasper whispers the last sentence into your ear, pecking your cheek afterwards. You quickly turned your head back to look at Jasper with slightly widened eyes. You gently hit his chest before covering your face with your hands, “Jasper!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “..thank you, love.” You smiled, leaning in closer to fill the gap between the two of you, his lips feeling so soft against yours.

A small, faint gasp left your lips once you felt Jasper’s hands firmly grip at your waist, his thumbs caressing your skin. He smiled into the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. You hum against his lips, pressing your chest up against his broad chest. Your hands riding up his soft, golden locks. “Jasper..” You pulled away momentarily to softly whisper before leaning back in. His lips detaches from yours, leaving a trail of kisses down to your jawline. “Are you hungry, my love?” He asks, pulling back to look at you in your eyes. You smile and nodded, “Starving actually.“

“Esme insisted on cooking tonight because she couldn’t the last time you came over. She felt very guilty for having you leave on an empty stomach, so beware for a feast.” Jasper chuckles as he intertwines both of your guy’s hands together, bringing them up to his lips to kiss the back of your hand. “Oh god, how am I going to finish all of it? You and the cullen’s don’t eat food.” You pout as you make your way off of Jasper’s lap, worrying about how you’re going to finish all of the food. “It’s okay, just sleep over tonight and have the rest for breakfast tomorrow mornin’.” Jasper says as he shifts over to the edge of his bed, shortly standing up afterwards. “I suppose that’s fine. My parents are away for the weekend.” You shrugged, standing up from Jasper’s bed, laughing at Jasper’s enlightened face. “C’mere, give me a kiss.” You ordered, shuffling over to Jasper to wrap your arms around his neck, tipi-toeing to take the male’s lips into yours once again.

But the door slams open abruptly, revealing the tall, built brown-haired vampire. “Y/N! Dinner’s ready!” Emmet announces, immediately regretting his enthusiastic entrance when he’s met with Jasper’s glare. “Dude, seriously?”

“Thank you, Emmet!” You thank, equally as energetic as the brown-haired vampire. You looked over to Jasper with a grin, patting his chest in attempt to calm the latter.

“Oh shit— sorry. My bad.” He laughs, “I’ll just..” He trails off, speedily running down the hall to the stairway.

“Now.. where were we?” Jasper hums with a smirk, leaning in.

“Nuh-uh. C’mon cowboy. I’m hungry.” You laugh, quickly running away from the immortal before he has a chance to pull you back into a kiss.

“Hey-! Wait! That’s not fair!” Jasper calls out, using his vampire speed to easily catch up to the young woman.

#twilight #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x y/n #twilight jasper #twilight imagine #twilight oneshot #twilight x y/n #jasper whitlock #jasper cullen #twilight x reader #jasper hale imagine #jasper whitlock imagine

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congratzams · 1 year

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𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: carlisle, esme, rosalie, emmett, jasper, alice, edward

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: alice predicted your arrival years before you could even imagine yourself entangled to a family of vampires as their mate. this is their reaction when they find out about you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none, except that bella is not included

𝐀/𝐍: just a little work i have in mind! anyone else gets mad when they leave esme out of the fics?

Alice has seen the way your hair framed your face, how your lips tilted up when you laughed at the jokes your colleague said — she's seen it all, as if she watched a movie in which the main star was you.

And she enjoyed all of that. In fact, she sought the moment her visions would grasp her away from reality just to see you, normally accompanied by the Cullen family members. She sensed from the beginning the bond shared between you and each one of the family, a tickling awareness that if her heart could still beat it would reverberate in exhilaration.

A familiar glance shot towards Edward, whose abilities granted him the same bliss, causing him to crave for glimpses of his mate, and it soon became the perfect little secret between the siblings.

It was almost impossible for Alice to contain her excitement, Carlisle and Esme were the ones to bring it up during a family moment. The petite vampire was unsure if it was the right time to tell everyone — but who cares, right? They've already lived for a hundred years, time was nothing but an illusion and there was nothing left except for memories from a previous life.

Edward stood beside her as she posed with an ear-to-ear smile. I've seen her. We all have a human mate!

Rosalie spoke up first, a tingle of hurt in her voice. Her? She's… She's our mate? meaning they would be all sharing. The fact you were human took her by surprise. She worried for your safety and she doubted standing with vampires would do any good. She flashed Emmett a weak smile when she felt his heavy but reassuring embrace.

Rosalie wasn't as excited as her partner. Sure, she would come to terms with it, the bond existing between mates making it difficult to stay away from you, but it would take her a while to accept that it was your fate.

As for Emmett, he thought of himself so lucky as if he'd won the lottery. He couldn't wait to finally meet you. Oh, the things he would do. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you, even carrying you across the woods, the idea that you were merely a human (knowingly?) placed in the back of his mind — you absolutely had no idea the limits you'd be crossing with him.

Carlisle spoke up, I've heard stories about coven mates, but I've never imagined it was a real thing. His gaze glinted with small sparkles of hope and yet, he slightly worried about the dynamics of sharing a mate with the entire family, a human one nonetheless, and the implications it would have in their lives.

He was, however, grateful for the good news and the chance to experience such rare event in his life. The smile sent him by Esme served to sooth him into acceptance and his worries were soon forgotten.

Esme knew deep in her heart she would love you, there was absolutely no doubt in that. She was delighted to have a new addition to the family, one that would ignite flames of joy and love in all of them. You would be more than welcome to take your time in adapting into the family as Esme is known as the patient and loving one.

Jasper shared the same excitement Alice had, both partners so tuned to each other's feelings that an addition would shake things for good. He was thrilled to have you as his mate. Just like Emmett, he couldn't wait until the right moment, he had to meet you. But as it was with Alice, he knew he had to be patient.

Finally, Edward, knowing it from the beginning, got used to the idea of sharing a mate. At first, one could say being the private individual he was, the idea of sharing didn't stick well enough with him, but he eventually grew fond of that. He didn't worry nor was so eager as his siblings, he simply accepted the idea as his destiny and hoped to be accepted by you as well.

#the cullens imagines #the cullens x reader #cullen family x reader #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #twilight #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #jasper hale #alice cullen #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #edward cullen

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idontknowwhatimdoinglol · 6 months

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Platonic Yandere Cullen family x sibling reader (headcanons) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

(this takes place before the timeline of the books and movies)

OVERPROTECTIVE. like seriously the definition of the word. No matter what your age your family will not stand for anyone hurting you in any way. someone insults your outfit? expect one of your sisters to 'accidentally' bump into them and spill lunch on their clothes. someone is mean? next day all of their embarrassing thoughts spilt to the school.

also no friends. your family has jealousy issues loves you to much to let you spend time with anyone but them. They convince you that a friend well only hurt you and it's better to just stay with them.

and any type of date you might want to go on is instantly shot down. Edward can read thoughts so he will say no before you even get the words out. and if he's not in the room and you get to actually say something then that's shot down to even if you cry and fight them on it. they just want to keep you safe, why cant you accept that?

most likely carlisle and esme adopted you as a baby so that they could raise you to keep their secret from a young age. but no matter how old you get esme still well treat you like her baby, so prepare to never go to any party or dates ever. even if you beg carlise to talk to her about it, he probably won't since he loves seeing his wife happy.

once, you snuck out to a party that you heard someone at school talking about after your parents told you no. they sent emmett and jasper to drag you back home and you got in trouble with every member of your family. plus got grounded for a month

when your grounded your family keeps you home from school and spends every moment with you, since of course it was the lack of attention you received that caused you to break a rule.

it is hard for them since you are human still, your brothers cant mess around with you because your so fragile. once they tried playing catch with you but emmet threw the ball to hard and it broke your arm. he felt horrible and spent the next few weeks apologizing in different ways, he also got in a lot of trouble with carlise and esme.

like said in another yandere twilight oneshot of mine, they want you to live a human life but their selfish desires well overcome them. although, you would probably have to have gotten hurt in some way for them to think about it.

they well ask you first. and if you say yes then they'll be thrilled and plan a day to do it where they can all be there to comfort you.

if you say no then they would probably do it unexpectedly, one of them would distract you while carlise or edward does it.

if that was the case then the second you wake up and feed they well shower you in apologys. seriously for the next few months they well get you whatever you want to earn your forgiveness

after your turn they well teach you everything about being a vampire, if you end up getting a gift then they become more protective then ever (if that's even possible).

maybe one day they might let you date another vampire. but of course it would have to be someone of there choosing.

and when bella comes into the picture a few years later you can completely expect her to become a platonic yandere for you aswell.

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#yanderecullens #yandere cullens #yandere twilight #yanderetwilight #yanderetwilightsaga #yandere twilight saga #vampires #werewolves #werewolf #vampire #cullens #cullen family #twilight saga #twilightsaga #the twilight saga #yandere #idontknowwhatimdoinglol

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little-diable · 1 year

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Isle Esme - Jasper Hale (smut)

Just a quick drabble I needed to get out of my system. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Jasper goes down on the reader after taking her to Isle Esme for the first time.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), pwp

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader

“Where are you taking me?” Her excited giggles echoed through the night, a giddy smile shot at Jasper. He was steering the small boat with a smirk tugging on his lips, eyes focused ahead on the calm waves.

The two had left Forks about two days ago, a surprise trip (y/n) had no information about. Jasper had packed her bags for her, mouth kept shut as she tried to ask more questions, desperately trying to figure out where he was taking her.

“We’re almost there, you’ll have to endure it for a few more minutes, darlin’.” Jasper was wearing a thin dress shirt, showing off his muscles, perfectly shaped over the past decades. His cold hand found hers, interlacing their fingers as an island came into view, dark like the night, barely standing out from the surrounding fog.

“Whose island is that?” Awe dripped from her voice, pupils reflecting the flames of the torches alighting a small way up to what appeared to be a house. Jasper pulled her against his side, lips meeting her temple.

„Carlisle once gifted it to Esme, it’s been in the family for a while.“ Jasper slowed the boat down, parking it for the two of them to make it onto the island. He didn’t let go of (y/n)‘s hand, guiding her up the trail with their bags hanging off his shoulders.

„It’s so pretty.“ He squeezed her hand, watching her take in their surroundings as they stepped into the house. The bags found their way to the ground and moments later, (y/n) was pulled into Jasper’s arms, giggling into the crook of his neck as he picked her up. “Stop, I want to explore, Jas’.”

Her words were swallowed by the kiss he pressed against her lips, successfully shutting her up. She felt Jasper move them through the house, mind no longer able to focus on the rooms she had wanted to take in, wondering how long this place has been owned by the Cullens. “We have enough time to explore, I promise.”

(Y/n) was placed on a comfortable mattress, staring at Jasper with an excited glint swimming in her pupils. Another kiss was shared between the two, hands working on their clothes, desperate to free one another from the fabrics clinging to their frames. Her heart was racing, thumping in her chest, a sound Jasper found himself obsessed with, ringing in his ears like the softest tune known to humankind.

“I love you.” He murmured the words against her lips, staring down on her barely dressed frame. Her heat flushed through her, forcing (y/n) to tighten her grip on his neck, moaning his name as his lips found her throat, kissing their way down to her chest. The loving three words rolled off her tongue moments later, allowing a smile to widen on his lips as he cupped her breasts, squeezing her hardening nubs. “Want to taste you, can I?”

A breathy “Please” left (y/n), eyes rolling back into her head as he pressed a kiss to the soaked through fabric of her panties, pulling the fabric down her legs moments later. His cold tongue found her heat, brushing through her folds to taste her arousal, addicted to the taste. She felt sweat pearl on her skin, because of the heat lingering in the room – sticking to the walls even though the sun had set hours ago – perhaps because of the long travels her body wasn’t used to, but perhaps it was simply because of the way Jasper was touching her so carefully, yet fuelled by his desire for her.

Two of his fingers were pushed into her tightness, making (y/n) choke on her gasps, back threatening to arch off the mattress, unable to hold back. Fuck, he knew how to make her see stars within moments, one with his movements, the fire he alighted deep inside of her.

“Mhm look at you, dripping for me, bet you could take me just like that.” She couldn’t reply, could only cry out his name as he sucked on her bundle of nerves, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. No longer did she manage to keep on breathing, holding her breath with her eyes squeezed shut and her hands searching for his golden roots, needing to find something to hold onto.

“Fuck, Jas, ‘m so close.” (Y/n)’s words were slurred, not properly pronounced, and yet he still seemed to pick up on them perfectly, smirking against her skin. She’d cum any moment now, ready to let go with his name rolling off her tongue and her nails threatening to pierce through his cold skin, a sight Jasper never wanted to forget.

He curled his fingers, pushing her over the edge with a raspy groan rumbling through the man, making the sound vibrate on her folds. His name left her, spoken into the warm night with tears welling up in her eyes, desperate for everything he’d be able to offer her. Jasper kept fucking her with his fingers, pushing her through her high over and over again, only letting go as she relaxed with a heavy sigh leaving her.

“I don’t think we’ll do much exploring.” (Y/n) whispered the words, giggling as he squeezed her side, moving up her body to pull her in for a kiss.

#Jasper Hale smut #Jasper Hale imagine #twilight

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jogetsobsessed · 7 months

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Hi! I saw your requests are open, I would like to request with paul with fem!reader if you're interested. Some agnst with paul's anger issues, like they argue and he lost it and hurt reader she's gonna have a scar like a reminder for it. But with fluff in the end?

It's okay if you don't want to, I give it a try! Have a lovely day/night!😊 (English not my first sorry if it doesn't make sense)

The car swerved across the faded yellow lines as more and more tears began to cloud your vision. The pain that was radiating across the left side of your body was paralyzed, and while all you wanted to do was curl into a ball underneath your covers and disappear from the world you knew you couldn't. You weren't really planning on bleeding out tonight.

Blindly you turned off the road, tires rolling a bit to gain traction once they hit the gravel road. Low-hanging branches were narrowly missed as you charged up the driveway, praying that they wouldn't care about your car spraying gravel everywhere.

Slowly you put the car into park, grimacing as your body minorly twisted. Heavy breaths left your lips as you gathered the strength to push the door open. You didn't know how long you were actually sitting there in your parked car because every second felt like a month.

But you could make out the car door clicking open, feeling it softly pull away from where your body was slouched against it. Worried murmurs were all you could make out, as your own breathing was all you could hear in your cloudy eardrums.

Your body was lifted from the seat, which was easy considering you were already curling into a ball and hadn't bothered to put a seatbelt on. The frigid skin you were pressed against was such a stark contrast from what you were used to being pulled against that it only added to the shock you were in.

Concerned faces stared down at you, like patrons at a zoo. If you were competent you would have hated this, hating being looked at as weak. But now isn't the time for ego fragility.

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You woke up two days later.

Laying in one of the Cullens guest rooms you slowly opened your eyes listening for the familiar sounds of the pack, only to be met with radio silence. You had been confused at first, but once you noticed your left arm bandaged everything slowly came rushing back to you. The physical pain of your newly stitched arm mashing with the emotional heartache that you were feeling was overwhelming.

It was sometime around then when the Cullens made themselves known. The comforting presence of Esme and Alice soothed you slightly as you bit back the waterfalls of tears that no doubt would be released the second you stepped foot behind the solitude of your own home.

You had to practically get down on your knees and beg Carlisle to let you leave, he wanted you to stay for observation but you needed to get out of there.

He let you go on the condition that one of his children drive you home, Edward volunteering so Bella would be able to get you inside your house and help you settle in.

“Y/N are you sure you are good to be by yourself? You can come back to mine, Charlie wouldn't mind”, she was genuine for once, it looked good on Bella.

“Bell’s as much as I love your dilf of a father, I really just want to be alone”

Her laugh was soft and brought a smile to your face. The two of you hadn't always got along but the both of you realized along the way that having an ally in the girlfriends of supernatural beings club was beneficial. Different struggles took place, but she was easier to relate to than someone like Jessica.

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Bella hadn't been gone for more than an hour when you heard the banging on your front door. Panic shot through you at first. You were lounging in your living room, your brain foggy from sleep and the pain medication Carslile had been kind enough to prescribe for you.

You felt vulnerable, which was something that you weren't used to, since you normally had your protective presence around you.

It wasn't stopping, only getting louder and more urgent.

So in a great effort, you pulled yourself up from the couch, hobbling towards the door. Glancing through the peephole you saw the one person that could stop your breath every single time.

Even when you thought you hated him, he still had the same effect on you.

He heard the lock click and pushed the door open, barely giving you enough time to move out of the way.

Instantly his arms were on yours, as he looked you over. He was visibly wincing at the sight of your heavily bandaged arm.

“Why are you here Paul?”, the swooning effect was gone, and all the emotions that you had been harboring were coming forward.

“God Y/N, I was coming to see you, there's no reason to be so hostile”.

“Hostile, I am being hostile? Paul, I have every reason to be hostile. Last time we were in the same room it didn't exactly end well”, you yelled gesturing towards the bandage.

He was at a loss for words.

He opened his mouth and started to speak but nothing came out.

You couldn't bear to look at him. The look of absolute regret and sadness was shattering your heart. His soft cries were the final straw for you.

Collapsing on the couch you placed your head in your hands sobbing, shaking your entire body.

No matter how much you had cried since the incident you still had so much emotion over it.

He mirrors your actions, falling down next to you.

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“I don't know how I will ever make this up to you. It's not excusable, but I just don't know what came over me”.

You knew that it wasn't excusable. He had come home and made an over-pack business. You had been cleaning the kitchen, completely minding your own business. But when he burst through the door, he made his business your business.

You had asked him what was wrong and received no response. He stomped through the house and out the back door. Something came over you and you followed him. In hindsight, you don't know why you did. But once you got out back you saw him throwing stuff into the woods, clearly not caring about breaking anything.

It was then that you yelled at him to knock it off and act like an adult, not a three-year-old throwing a tantrum.

Within an instant you were lying on your back, the wind completely knocked out of your lungs.

“Dr. Cullen said that it could have been worse. Only the upper portion is going to scare. He was able to stitch the lower part tightly enough”.

“Y/N, every single day I am going to make this up to you if you let me. The scar… it's going to be a reminder that I have to try harder and that I have to be better”.

“You have to prove it to me Paul. We are not going to just go back to how we are. We need to work past this. But I know we can”.

“Thank you Y/N. I love you so much and please believe me that I will make it up to you”.

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There wasn't much fluff at the end, sorry. Let me know if you want a pt 2 potentially to get the full amount of fluff.

#edward cullen #fanfic #imprint #paul lahote #twilight #paul lahote x reader #fem reader #x reader #sam uley #seth clearwater #jogetsobsessed #wolf pack x reader #request

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simpfordemetri · 2 years

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Can you please do the cullens with a wheelchair reader?❤️

Esme:She always makes sure to help you,tries to clean your room for you and prepares you meals,even if you reassure her it's okay and you can do it yourself.

Carlisle:Makes sure you are fine,if you need help showering he will be there,washing you.When he leaves for work,he always ask someone to check on you,usually Esme.

Rosalie:She always helps you get dressed,leaving kisses everywhere.She takes you to high school with her,making sure you two share classes so she doesn't have to leave your side.

Emmett:You can be sure he will make you have fun with him,will play some games with you that doesn't include much movement and always include and modify games for you when he plays with his brothers.

Alice:If you need something she would already know,and it would be done before you know.She loves taking you shopping and help you try on clothes.

Jasper:Whenever you feel anxious he would know,taking you for a walk while reassuring you about everything.He will always hold you close to him in the positions you are comfortable with

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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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Cullens family x youngest sister! Reader

The cullens each trying to wake up their newest and youngest member in their family for her first day of Highschool.

Let’s just say reader isn’t a light sleeper😅

❝like a bear in hibernation❞

✭ pairing : cullen siblings x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (Y/n) is the recent adopted member of the Olympic Clan, she’s was once a Norman vampire but after having a run in with Esme she was taken under her wing and slowly adopted into the family’s traditions. Now it’s the first day of school for her and no one can seem to wake her up

✭ authors note : in this version of twilight the vampires here can sleep

✭ twilight masterlist

In the cozy Cullen household, a sense of serenity prevailed. The family had welcomed a new member into their fold, (Y/n), a former nomadic vampire who had once struggled with a dangerous addiction to human blood. But since coming under the Cullens' guidance, she had embraced their lifestyle, adopting a diet of animal blood and striving to gain control over her thirst.

Today marked a special day for (Y/n) as she prepared for her first day of school in the small town of Forks. Her siblings, each with their unique approach to waking her up, had agreed to take turns in the morning.

Alice, always the lively one, decided to be the first to rouse her new sister. She entered (Y/n)'s room with a mischievous grin, armed with a portable speaker playing loud pop music. With precision, she positioned it right by (Y/n)'s ear and cranked up the volume.

The blaring music filled the room, reverberating off the walls. Alice watched with eager anticipation, expecting (Y/n) to jolt awake at the sudden noise.

However, much to Alice's surprise, (Y/n) merely mumbled in her sleep, turning away from the source of the noise. Her eyelids remained closed, and she seemed undisturbed by the cacophony.

Alice couldn't help but giggle at (Y/n)'s resilience. It appeared that (Y/n) was not an easy sleeper to wake.

Alice exited (Y/n)'s room, a bemused expression on her face. Her attempt to wake their new sister with loud pop music had failed, leaving (Y/n) in blissful slumber. She reported back to the rest of the Cullen family, who had gathered in the hallway outside the room.

"No luck in waking her up," Alice declared with a huff, her brow furrowed in frustration.

Edward, with his telepathic abilities, chimed in, "I couldn't sense any change in her emotions when you tried to wake her, Alice."

Emmett chuckled, amused by the situation. "Well, this ought to be interesting. Who's next?"

Alice rolled her eyes playfully before suggesting, "Jasper's turn."

Jasper, always calm and composed, entered (Y/n)'s room with a sense of determination. He understood that his unique gift could be used to influence emotions, and he had a plan in mind.

Approaching (Y/n)'s bed, he reached out and gently touched her shoulder, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wake up, (Y/n). It's time to start your day."

(Y/n) stirred at his touch, but her sleep seemed unusually deep. She mumbled something unintelligible and shifted in her bed, still not fully awake.

Jasper didn't give up. He decided to use his gift, channeling feelings of excitement and energy into (Y/n)'s subconscious. It was like giving her a burst of enthusiasm, akin to the zoomies a dog might experience.

As he infused her with this vibrant energy, (Y/n)'s body reacted. She began tossing and turning in her bed, her limbs twitching as if caught in the throes of excitement. Her breathing quickened, and her features contorted into a mix of joy and restlessness.

The rest of the Cullens watched with fascination as (Y/n) remained blissfully asleep, completely oblivious to the energetic turmoil happening within her dreams.

Jasper couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight. It appeared that, even in slumber, (Y/n) was a force to be reckoned with.

After Jasper's attempt to wake (Y/n) ended with her tossing and turning in her sleep, the Cullen siblings couldn't help but be entertained by their new sister's stubborn slumber. Jasper exited her room, shaking their heads.

Jasper smirked and said, "Seems my attempt didn't work. Emmett, it's your turn."

Emmett, always up for a challenge, grinned widely. He stepped into (Y/n)'s room with an air of excitement, ready to try something different. As soon as he spotted her, he couldn't resist the urge to act like a big kid.

Emmett began bouncing on (Y/n)'s bed with the enthusiasm of a child on a trampoline. The mattress squeaked and shifted beneath his weight as he jumped up and down. He called out, "Wake up, sleepyhead! It's a brand new day!"

But all (Y/n) did in response was mumble in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly as if she were having an unusual dream. Unbeknownst to Emmett, her powers were activated in her sleep, her telekinesis manifesting.

With a sudden burst of power, Emmett was lifted off the bed and sent flying through the air. He let out a surprised shout as he crashed through the bedroom door and slid into the living room, creating a comical scene that left the other Cullens in stitches.

Emmett groaned from his less-than-graceful landing and rubbed his head as he rose to his feet. He looked back at the closed bedroom door, shaking his head.

"Rose, your turn," he grumbled, determined to finally get their new sister out of bed.

Rosalie, determined to wake (Y/n) from her stubborn slumber, entered the room with a plan in mind. She approached the bed and, with her vampire strength, effortlessly lifted it, attempting to tilt it slightly to make (Y/n) lose her balance and fall.

However, as Rosalie exerted her strength on the bed, she quickly realized that (Y/n) was gripping the mattress tightly, refusing to budge. Her brows furrowed in surprise, but before she could react, (Y/n) activated her telekinesis once more.

With a surge of power, the bed was wrenched from Rosalie's grasp, and she was sent flying backward. Emmett, who had been waiting just outside the room, caught Rosalie with ease.

Rosalie looked back at the closed door, her irritation evident. "Tough luck," Emmett teased as he held her.

The other Cullens, who had been watching the spectacle unfold, exchanged glances. Edward, always the logical one, was their last hope. They turned to him with expectant expressions, silently asking if he could use his telepathy to wake (Y/n).

Edward chuckled, shaking his head. "I can't, actually. She puts up a mental block when she's asleep. It's like she's determined to enjoy her beauty rest."

The Cullens sighed collectively, realizing that (Y/n) was indeed a unique challenge when it came to waking her up. Her stubborn slumber was proving to be quite the puzzle, and they couldn't help but be intrigued by their new sister's extraordinary abilities, even in her sleep.

The Cullen family had exhausted their attempts to wake (Y/n) from her deep slumber. With her first day of school looming, it became clear that a more unconventional approach was needed.

Esme, always the nurturing and caring mother figure of the family, spoke up. "Well, we can't just have her miss her first day of school."

Carlisle, the family's patriarch, sighed, knowing what had to be done. "I hope it didn't have to come to this."

He informed the rest of the family of his plan, and with a determined expression, he left the house. Minutes later, he returned with a packet of human blood from his job at the local blood bank.

The Cullens watched with curiosity as Carlisle poured the human blood into a cup, the rich red liquid contrasting starkly with their usual diet of animal blood. They exchanged concerned glances but remained silent.

Carlisle ignored their inquiries and proceeded to (Y/n)'s room. He left the cup of human blood on her nightstand, hoping it would be the key to finally waking her.

Only seconds later, (Y/n) emerged from her room, cup in hand, sipping the human blood. Her eyes were bright and alert, a smile on her face as she greeted her family.

"What a nice wake-up call," she said, her tone cheerful. "But you guys wouldn't believe what I dreamt about."

The Cullens exchanged relieved glances. It seemed that the allure of human blood had successfully roused (Y/n) from her deep slumber, and she was now ready to face her first day of school with her newfound family.

As (Y/n) shared her dream with the Cullens, they couldn't help but be amused by the creative lengths they had gone to in order to wake her. It was just another extraordinary day in the life of their unique family.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 9 months

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Wildest dreams, pt. 27

Summary: While Y/N takes a walk with Bella, Paul discovers the truth about his worst fear.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death

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At first, it felt weird eating while the Cullens carried most of the conversation. Y/N listened to their banter and memories of their latest trip to Antarctica because Emmett decided to pick up photography as his newest college course. For such a big, confident man, Emmett shyly offered Y/N a peak into his work which she gladly accepted.

Unlike Emmett’s photography interest, Rosalie was much more interested in talking about writing, another one of Y/N’s hobbies. She’s barely had time to write or read in years, but it’s still a dream she once hoped would come true. If she didn’t become a doctor, she’d have been an author.

Inhaling deeply, she knew the Cullen’s did their homework on her. Whether it was Jacob spilling the beans, or if Paul tried to give them solid ideas for conversation, it was painfully obvious they’ve done their best to make her comfortable in their home and she’s grateful. She didn’t know what to expect when they agreed to this get-together, but she’s put at ease now. Vampires aren’t quite as bad as movies and lore would have her think, at least vegetarians aren’t.

Placing a hand on Paul’s thigh, she takes a sip of water as she glances at him. Realizing his gaze is on her, she gives him an earnest smile of reassurance, igniting hope in his heart. He’s been more anxious than Y/N, especially whenever he felt the fear swirling in her body that kept him on edge for days now. That fear is subdued now, whether it’s real or due to Jasper’s meddling, Paul couldn’t quite tell. Either way, Paul’s relieved. Perhaps Y/N won’t be so quick to say no now.

“The food is spectacular”, Y/N dabs her lips with the napkin, “honestly.”

“Esme trained in France for a while”, Carlisle gushes. “Every winter, for ten years to be exact.”

Smiling, Esme places her hand into Carlisle’s. “And so did Carlisle. It was our favorite winter pastime.”

“And the salad was really good too”; Y/N adds quickly, glancing at Rosalie’s emerging smirk.

“I see Paul presented me in the best light.”

Chuckling, Y/N nods as Paul rolls his eyes. “Had to warn her. If she can survive hurricane Rosalie, she’ll do well with everyone else”, Paul states.

“I’m not that bad”, Rosalie argues.

Giving her a pointed look, Bella speaks up. “You terrified me!”

Grimacing, Rosalie stands. Picking up her plate, she shrugs. “I didn’t like you then”; Rosalie defends. “Her”, she points at Y/N with a smug smirk upon her face, “I like.”

“Shots fired”, Emmett exclaims, cackling.

Sharing a quick look with Paul, Y/N smiles lightly as he takes her hand under the table. “Thank you”, he mouths and she nods, wanting to tell him she loves him enough to do this for him a thousand times over but instead, she remains quiet.

“Let’s help clean up”, Renesmee says as she and Jacob stand.

“We’ll help too”, Y/N volunteers.

“I have a better idea”, Bella suggests. “Would you like to take a walk with me?”

“Alone?” Paul frowns as Bella nods in confirmation.

“Sure”, Y/N manages a smile. Leaning in, she pecks Paul’s lips gently. “I’ll be fine.”

Swallowing thickly, Paul sighs. “If you need me”, he begins.

“I’ll call”, she smiles. “Don’t worry.”

“Impossible”, he reminds her. He always worries, awake or asleep, near or far, Paul worries.

Letting go of Paul’s warm hand, Y/N and Bella leave the kitchen.

“Would you like Jasper to follow us?” Bella asks.

Shaking her head, Y/N glances at Paul over her shoulder. He’s still looking at her with uncertainty. Despite every argument they’ve had recently, Paul barely left her side. Each and every minute only brings him more anxiety over her uncertain fate and no amount of reassuring words on her behalf will ever quell his thundering heart.

“It’s okay”, Y/N states. “Jasper doesn’t need to accompany us.”

Content with her answer, Bella leads the way. She wonders if she should have told Y/N that even though they’re going off alone, any of the Cullens wanting to listen in would be able to do just that. Their hearing is unmatched and it’s impossible for Y/N’s human legs to ever walk far enough in a simple walk to escape their abilities. It used to scare Bella as a human, having little to no privacy gets tiresome after a while, but it’s the most mundane part of her life for a long time now. In the end, Bella decides not to warn Y/N, hoping for an honest conversation. After all, didn’t Paul ask her and her family to convince Y/N to make the same choice she once made? Even if she fails, discovering reasons behind Y/N’s reluctance can only help Paul do the job himself.

Walking out onto the back deck, Bella walks down a path leading into the woods. Letting out a shuddered breath, Y/N clenches her jaw and follows after. She’s never been in the woods without Paul. Since she came back to town, Paul made certain she didn’t trek around the woods alone, even when they were still in their frenemy phase. Despite her spewing hate every chance she was given, Paul protected her.

“I’m sure you have questions”, Bella starts, “and I’m more than willing to answer anything you ask.”

Nodding, Y/N sighs. “You seem to be the only one.”

“It wouldn’t be fair otherwise”, Bella notes. “I knew what I was getting into when I asked join the family. I chose this life so I could be with Edward. I don’t regret it.”

Clearing her throat, Y/N looks at her feet. “You always knew you wanted to be one of them?”

“Since the moment I knew what they were, yes. Edward was the one who didn’t like the idea.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N licks her lips. “How come?”

Smiling, Bella pauses. “He seemed to believe his kind…our kind, have lost our souls. I had a different opinion on the subject.”

“Do you still have the same opinion?”

“Becoming a vampire doesn’t change who you are”, Bella continues to walk. “Your senses are stronger, your thirst for blood is…difficult but manageable. You get a lot more time since you lose the ability to sleep, which allows you to do all you’ve ever wanted to do. Any hobby, any activity”, Bella smirks, “for however long you want.”

Pulling down her sleeves over her hands, Y/N nods. “Jacob said you didn’t have a lot of issues with controlling your thirst for blood.”

“It’s not easy, not even for me, but I had a good support system. Besides, my daughter is part human, I have no choice but to control myself.”

“And your feelings for Edward didn’t change?” Y/N looks at Bella, her eyes glossy.

“They did”, Bella smiles. “I loved him even more. Every emotion you have ever felt feels like it has no bounds once you become one of us.”

“I worry it would be different for me and Paul”, Y/N admits. “We’re bound by an imprint bond. What if feelings and memories of our past are affected by the bond? What if I say yes and become a vampire only for that bond to be severed and”, Y/N closes her eyes, covering her mouth. “I would never give up on what we have now. Death would be kinder than to find out it was all a lie.”

“Is that truly the only reason you’re hesitant?” Bella asks, her golden eyes seem almost empathic. It’s hard to tell what emotions lie underneath the surface, but she seems to care.

“I want kids”, Y/N says quietly, as if her desires are a sin. “To be there for my dad as he enters the last stages of his life and care for him”, Y/N pauses as her lips quiver. “I want to get married and to travel the world and watch as Paul grows older too. He had such a good grip on his anger and now he’s shifting again and I feel like every time he does it I lose a part of him I can never get back.” Sniffling, Y/N looks up at the sky with a lump at the back of her throat. “If I turn, he’d shift every day to keep himself from aging too and I know he hates it. So he’d spend an eternity doing what he hates? How will that not be a reason for him to resent me down the line? And not to mention me hunting animals and drinking their blood? He’d be disgusted with me! And what happens if I kill someone? If I can’t control myself and someone gets hurt, he’d hate me! I’d hate me! I spent so much time learning how to save lives, I don’t want to be a killer!”

Placing her hands on Y/N’s shoulders, Bella gives her a light shake to stop her rambling. “You really gave it some thought.”

“Of course I did”, Y/N admits. “I thought of his solution before he did. But if becoming a vampire means risking what he and I have now and losing everything we both wanted our future to be…is it truly worth it?”

“You know we can ask Alice”, Bella reminds her. “She can try to see the future if you get past your fears and make a firm decision now.”

Scoffing, Y/N feels the familiar sting of tears forming in her eyes. “I can’t.”

“But you’d be okay if Paul dies when you do?” Bella gives Y/N’s shoulders a tighter squeeze before releasing her, choosing to fold her arms over her chest.

“No one knows if that’s real. It doesn’t have to be death, it could mean a million different things.”

“Sometimes, death is kinder.” Bella signs before continuing the walk.

“Was your brush with death kind?” Y/N asks. “Paul told me how it happened, but”, she pauses, “how did it feel for you?”

“Painful”, Bella answers. “I was scared and in so much pain that I’d black out several times before my heart stopped. All I remember is the smell of blood and a cry before my heart gave out.”

Swallowing thickly, Y/N nods. “And the process? When the venom was in your system?”

“Far worse than anything I’ve experienced before.” Looking at Y/N, Bella smiles. “And I’d still go through with it.”

Chewing on the inside of her bottom lip, Y/N blinks fast as she twirls her engagement ring over and over again. “I’m scared.”

“The pain is temporary”, Bella comforts her.

“I’m scared of what Paul’s seen”, Y/N interjects. “He has this look”, she rubs her temple before huffing. “It’s like he’s haunted by this image of my body and he barely told me what happens, only that it’s violent and”, Y/N shakes her head as a panicked giggle passes her lips. “No matter what I choose, apparently violence and pain is guaranteed.”

Frowning, Bella allows herself the freedom of wrapping an arm around Y/N, pulling her closer in an awkward side hug. “That’s true. But only one of those two options ensure you’ll live to tell the tale.”

“Bella seems to be making progress”, Edward notes.

Pacing up and down the living room, Paul nods in acknowledgment. “If she gets her to agree, tell Bella I’ll let her punch me. Without wolfing out on her this time.”

Smiling, Edward shakes his head. “She can hear you just fine.”

“Eleazar is back”, Carlisle warns Paul, showing him to the couch. “I’m sure he’d prefer the less known wolf to be seated and calm before he comes inside.”

Paul doesn’t argue, taking a seat next to Edward immediately. As soon as he sat down, the door opened. The vampire doesn’t speed up as he walks into the room like Paul’s used to. Instead, his eyes darken and focused on Carlisle.

Glancing at Edward, Paul frowns when he sees even he has lost the playfulness from earlier and his lips are pressed in a thin line.

“What am I missing here?” Paul dares to ask, his heart roaring as a new wave of anxiety rushes through his veins.

“Y/N can’t be turned”, Edward states, his eyes still glued to Eleazar.

“Speak, friend.” Carlisle sits on the couch across from Paul, watching his friend do the same.

“She’s a healer”, Eleazar spits out, as if in agony.

Almost fearful, Carlisle asks, “Like Cassandra?”

“Yes”, Eleazar confirms.

“Who the fuck is Cassandra and what does she have to do with my Y/N?” Paul raises his voice ever so slightly, his hands beginning to tremble as Carlisle turns to him.

“She was a friend with a very rare ability.”

Scoffing, Eleazar continues. “So rare that she’s the only one that’s ever had it…until now.”

“What’s so wrong with healing?” Paul furrows his eyebrows, clasping his hands in order to calm their shaking.

“Healing abilities mean being a cure all for everything in this world”, Carlisle states. “Even vampires.”

Blinking fast, Rosalie’s lips part. “She could cure vampirism?”

Swallowing thickly, Carlisle nods. “Which is what happened with Cassandra. She cured a Volturi guard by accident. She didn’t even know she could do it and when Aro found out”, Carlisle pauses, closing his eyes as Edward continues for him.

“They killed her”, Edward says. “Ripped her to shreds while she begged for mercy.”

“Then burned her so she couldn’t heal herself”, Eleazar explains bitterly. “As if she could. Truth be told, she was a cure all for humans and vampires, but she was unable to do it for herself. Cassandra never wanted to be a vampire.”

“Hold up”, Paul stands, unable to keep himself calm. “Why would they kill for curing a vampire?”

“Because she’s a threat”, Jacob sighs. “And they’ll see Y/N as a threat too.”

“A threat to what?” Paul growls. “Y/N wouldn’t go around curing vampires!”

“It’s Y/N”, Jacob reminds him. He still remembers how insistent Y/N was in helping every single animal she encountered, despite the danger to herself and she certainly never shied away from helping strangers no matter how often Jacob got mad at her for it. She’s always done the illogical, dangerous thing as long as she believed it would help someone. Sighing, Jacob continues, “She’d be unable to walk away from humans she could help and if someone”; he glances at Rosalie, “anyone asked her to cure them from vampirism, Y/N would do it.”

“Then we make sure the Volturi never find out about her”, Paul exclaims. “We would be the only ones aware of this healing ability she might have in case she chooses to turn.”

“Arlo would know”, Edward remarks. “Even if you tried to hide it and all of us managed to escape him reading our minds, eventually someone Y/N decides to help would tell another living soul and you’d have a wildfire of rumors spreading across the world and Arlo would be at your door within a day.”

Slamming his fist on the table, Paul shouts, “WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!”

“Live whatever time you have left to the fullest”, Eleazar says, earning himself a glare from Jacob.

"No," Paul mutters to himself, his voice a low growl, as if the very act of denying it could change the truth. How can he accept this?

He glances around the lavish room, his gaze landing on the grand piano by the corner, the ornate furniture, and the exquisite artwork on the walls. None of it means anything to him, it can’t anchor him as his thoughts are running rampant. All he can think about is her, his imprint, the woman he would do anything for.

His heart pounds in his chest, a mixture of fear and desperation twisting his insides. He can hear the faint sound of his own breath, rapid and uneven, as his thoughts race. He wishes he can just phase into his wolf form, let the transformation release some of this overwhelming emotion. But he can't do that here, not in this place.

The realization hits him like a wave crashing against the shore—he’s helpless. There is nothing he can do, no way to save her. He’s always prided himself on being strong, on being the protector. But now, faced with this situation, he feels powerless.

He closes his eyes, his hands trembling. Images of her flash in his mind—her smile, the sound of her voice when she talks about him, the way she looks at him with eyes full of love, even when he makes her angry. He feels a lump form in his throat as the weight of his emotions threaten to overwhelm him. He had imprinted on her, their souls forever bound, and yet he can't save her.

A growl of frustration rumbles in his chest, the sound barely contained. He wants to throw this table he’s gripping straight out of a window, to unleash his anger in a physical way. He wants to let his wolf instincts take over, to tear through the room, to howl his pain to the heavens. But he can't. Not here.

With a deep breath, he tries to steady himself. He knows that losing control won't help her, none of it will change the situation.

“If you want to and Y/N is willing to join our family, I don’t see a reason why we wouldn’t try”, Rosalie states, shocking Paul to his core. She’s likely doing this in order to have a promise of a cure for herself, but he still appreciates it.

“It would be like a putting a target on our backs for an eternity”, Emmett argues with her.

“Renesmee, Edward, Bella and Alice all have exceptional abilities that already put targets on our family. What’s one more?”

Emmett shakes his head, giving Rosalie a pointed look. “There’s a real chance it could be one too many.”

“Leaving her to this fate would be cruel”, Esme argues.

Desperate, Rosalie looks at her sister. “Alice?”

With a blank look, Alice shrugs. “I can’t see anything. As long as Y/N is undecided, we”, Alice pauses, her eyes widening as she gasps loudly. “NO”, she shouts at Rosalie who takes a step back.

Edward grabs her forearm firmly, stopping her from running off. “You can’t.”

“What is it Alice”, Jasper asks, rubbing her arm up and down.

“Rosalie made the decision instead”, Alice frowns. “If she were to turn Y/N, it would start a war with the Volturi. I don’t know how, but they’d know of her abilities. Soon.” With a shiver running down her spine, Alice looks to Paul with sorrow in her eyes. “Even if Y/N doesn’t turn, the mere promise of what she could become will be enough for the Volturi to act with lethal force.”

Covering his face, Jacob shakes his head. “Are you telling me that she’d have been fine if we didn’t try to convince Y/N to become a vampire?”

Paul remains quiet as he can't shake off the gnawing realization that his actions, his reckless words, have set in motion a chain of events that will ultimately lead to the very thing he's been desperately trying to prevent. He’s the reason she dies.

His fingers grip his hair in frustration, his dark eyes burning with a mix of anger and fear. Every step she takes now feels like a countdown, each heartbeat echoing a haunting reminder of the impending danger. He never meant for any of this to happen, never intended to put her life at risk.

Out there, in the woods, Y/N walks alongside Bella Swan, unaware of the storm that rages within Paul's heart. He can almost hear her laughter, a sound that's both beautiful and agonizing. He pictures her smile, her eyes lighting up with joy, and he can't help but let out a guttural growl. How can he bear the weight of knowing what's to come?

It’s my fault.

“It’s not your fault”, Edward tries, but it’s of no use.

His hands ball into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as if the pain might help him focus, might offer some sort of release from the torment of his thoughts. He wants to reach out to her, to grab her and pull her away from the path that leads to danger. His instinct is to be her shield, her guardian, to keep her safe at any cost.

I killed her.

Paul's breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he struggles to hold back the tears that threaten to spill. He's barely holding it together, his emotions a tumultuous whirlwind that threatens to consume him. He wants to break something, to let out the howl of agony that's building up inside him. But he can't. He can't let anyone see the depth of his pain. Edward and Jasper feel it, they share his agony unwillingly, but the rest will not see him fall apart.

I did this.

He closes his eyes, and for a moment, he imagines holding Y/N in his arms, comforting her, protecting her from the darkness that looms ahead. His heart aches at the thought, a deep ache that resonates through every fiber of his being. He wishes he could be there with her, to whisper in her ear that he's here, that he'll always be here.

I’m so sorry.

As the minutes tick by, he fights the overwhelming urge to phase, to run into the woods and find her, to be with her and shield her from the world ending, because that’s what it feels like. But Paul knows that he can't, he’s not safe to be around now as his body trembles violently. He’s a coward, allowing himself to succumb to the need of shifting, abandoning Y/N in this mess of his making.

Forgive me.

Without a word, Paul rushes to the door. Slamming it behind him, he runs toward the woods as his human bounds are ripped apart and the wolf takes over once again.

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@keyanhypothetical-deactivated20 Could I get something about how some of the ladies (Alice, Rose, Esme, Leah, maybe the Denalis and Victoria if you're comfortable with that) would react to a big butch werewolf imprinting on them?</p>

Hell yeah! I’m limiting requests outside of RE8 to four characters per ask, so I’m going to do Rosalie, Alice, Esme and Leah for this one. Y/N is gender neutral but will be on the masculine side so feel free to hc them however you want! Also, fuck Stephanie Meyer. Let’s get into it!

Alice:

The pint-sized pixie couldn’t see you in her visions.

You were traveling near the forests of Forks and caught her scent.

You followed the delicious smell until you found the adorable little vampire.

You stood stock still as you imprinted on her. You didn’t even know her name and she was now the center of your universe.

Alice was in shock when you went up to greet her. You were much taller than her, and she found you to be quite good-looking.

You held out your hand to her and she took it immediately. Your hand was so much larger than hers.

Her skin was so soft as you rubbed your thumb against her hand.

She loved the rough feeling of your calloused fingers.

“Hi… I’m Y/N.” You said in a husky voice.

Alice shivered in delight. “My name is Alice.” She beamed. “I think we’re going to get along quite nicely!” She grinned and poked your muscled shoulder playfully.

You laughed at her cheerful personality. She was everything you ever wanted.

Her voice was so melodic. You could listen to it all day.

You smiled back and slowly moved in to hold her. You gently leaned down and kissed her which she eagerly reciprocated.

You two are bonded forever now which makes you the happiest wolf in the world.

Rosalie:

Rosalie was in school when she saw you enter her English class.

You were definitely her type. She was immediately drawn to your rugged good looks.

She knew you were not human by your scent… Rosalie loved your fresh and invigorating smell, but she would not admit this until later.

You decided to sit down without looking at your desk partner. As you placed your bag on the ground and turned around to introduce yourself, you felt your breath catch in your throat.

All you could see was the beautiful blonde vampire next to you as you imprinted.

“What did you just do?” She asked you, uncharacteristically flustered. She felt complete somehow by your presence.

“I t-think I just imprinted on you.” You said with awe.

Rosalie then dragged you out of the classroom which made the teacher question you both. Rosalie shot him a piercing glare and he blanched and let you leave.

Rosalie was pissed. She told you she was not going to fall in love with a mangy werewolf.

She wouldn’t talk to you at first, but she did let you stay outside near the tree line of the Cullen house because it pained the two of you to be apart. Her mating bond with you annoyed her endlessly.

Eventually, she came around and brought food to you as you waited outside. She was an excellent cook.

As you two talked, she realized that you were what she has been looking for all of her undead life. You two are so in love now.

Esme:

Esme was doing her usual shopping at Newton’s. She kindly smiled at everyone she passed by.

Esme was a respected member of the Forks community and everyone loved her warmth and friendliness.

As she rounded the corner of one aisle, she spotted you.

You kind of stuck out like a sore thumb. You were very tall, easily over six-and-a-half feet, and your muscled body made everyone around you seem so small.

Esme had never felt such a strong attraction before. She placed a hand on a nearby shelf to steady herself.

You walked up to her after you felt yourself imprint when you looked at her. Your surprised eyes made Esme chuckle in spite of herself. Esme felt her mating bond form with you immediately as well.

“Well, my dear. It seems we will be seeing a lot more of each other. I’m Esme.” She smiled at you.

You chuckled nervously and scratched the back of your head. “I’m Y/N. I’ve been searching for you all of my life, it seems.” You took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.

Esme would have blushed if she had been able to.

You two took your relationship slowly. She would invite you to dinner at her house (She didn’t eat, but she loved to cook for you).

You started going on romantic dates to the movies or to see a show up in Port Angeles.

You had never been happier and Esme’s need to shower someone with care and attention was finally satisfied.

Leah:

Leah was, unsurprisingly, heartbroken after Sam imprinted on Emily.

She closed herself off and only interacted with the pack out of obligation.

When Jake had gone on patrol around the reservation one day, he howled as a warning that there was an unknown shifter near the perimeter.

The pack hightailed it over to where Jake was to see what was going on.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know this land was claimed.” You said after you shifted back into your human form. Luckily, you were full-blooded werewolf and didn’t have to worry about your clothes shredding.

As you scanned all of the wolves in the pack, your eyes landed on the svelte form of Leah’s wolf.

Your eyes widened as you imprinted. Leah felt it as soon as she laid eyes on you.

The pack was shocked. They could feel your bond through Leah’s mind link.

Sam felt a huge sense of relief. He was so guilty about leaving Leah for Emily.

He surprised everyone by offering to let you join the pack so you and Leah could get to know each other.

You nodded distractedly in agreement, not taking your eyes off of Leah. You’d do anything to be with her.

The pack left to give the two of you some privacy. Leah hid behind a bush, which confused you, before she shifted back to her human form.

“Sorry we have to meet like this.” Leah stuck her head up and laughed as she called out to you. You realized that she was completely naked! You blushed and turned around.

The glimpse you caught of her face was gorgeous. You could stare at it all day and find new things to admire about it.

“I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” You asked.

“I’m Leah.” She shocked you, and herself, by walking right in front of your line of vision, still in the nude.

“I guess we’re not strangers now.” She purred and pulled your face down to her height for a kiss.

You two are very intimate and share just as much of a physical bond as an emotional one.

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Based on this request: Hi ! Is it possible to request something with Aro Volturi, please ? With Aro’s mate (newly found/turned), basically being a smart-ass and sarcastically kicking buts, and Aro behind being so proud behind her (kind of like Jake Peralta, “Chills, literal chills”) ? Thank you very much !

Here you go! I did change it just a little bit to better fit the flow I wanted with the story. *Familiar characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Twilight

Warnings: None? Mentions of training, some fluff. Reader is sassy. Post books/movies.

Pairings/Characters: Aro Volturi x fem!vampire reader, mentions of the other Volturi leaders, The Olympic Coven.

Aro heard what sounded like two boulders crashing together. It didn't take long for him to realize that two vampires were fighting. Whether it was a real fight or simply training, he didn't know, but he needed to find out. After all, he and his brothers were in Forks to check up on the Olympic Coven. They needed to be certain everything was being handled accordingly.

The three Volturi leaders followed the sound of the fight until they came upon a large open meadow. One of the Cullens was laughing, clearly engaged in a mock fight with another vampire that the Volturi did not recognize. "Come on, Emmett! I thought you were supposed to be the strongest vampire here!" the new vampire sassed. Emmett laughed again.

"You've got newborn strength on your side," he playfully pouted. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Excuses. Excuses. If you can't handle me, why don't you just-" you cut off as you turned your eyes on the newcomers. Your red eyes met Aro's and the leader nearly sank to his knees.

Aro prided himself on his composure in all situations but one look at you had his undead heart nearly thundering out of his chest. A sense of loyalty and possessive protectiveness consumed Aro in an instant. There was only one thing it could mean. After thousands of years, Aro had FINALLY found his mate.

"Aro. Marcus. Caius," Carlisle greeted. Edward and Bella, who had been watching the fight, were instantly on edge upon Carlisle's greeting. The two of them were still sharing a "them.vs.us" mentality of the Volturi after nearly 20 years since the incident of the trial about Renesmee. The others had calmed a bit more and Carlisle and Esme had attempted to repair relationships between their coven and the Volturi.

Aro heard Carlisle's greeting, but could not tear his eyes off of you. You cocked your head to the side as a dozen emotions crossed your features at once. Edward grew even more on edge after a moment and Aro was certain he'd read your thoughts. The emotions of newborn vampires are intense beyond measure and Edward was probably worried as to what was about to happen.

"C-Carlisle?" The leader of the coven turned his attention to you, earning a soft growl from Aro. Carlisle froze, glancing between you and Aro for a moment. His eyes lit up in understanding. "Oh. Aro, is she…?" Aro didn't reply so Carlisle turned to Marcus, who nodded after using his gift. "I see. Y/N, this is Aro, a dear friend and one of the leaders of the Volturi. Aro, Marcus, Caius; this is Y/N."

"Well, there goes my sparring partner," Emmett grumbled, causing you to raise a brow at him. "Surely the leaders of the most powerful coven in the world see the need for training?" Carlisle glanced at Aro again. "Of course they do, Y/N. But as Aro's m-" The vampire in question shot Carlisle a look telling him that now wasn't the time. You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned. "I don't like being kept in the dark. What is going on here?"

Everyone in the Olympic Coven tensed as you stared at Aro. He was honestly surprised at your courage. The air grew more tense as you waited for someone to respond. Everyone could see that you were ready to run or fight if someone didn't say something soon. Your newborn emotions were beginning to get the better of you until Jasper sent a wave of calm in your direction. Aro had never been more grateful for the empath.

"You are right, mia regina," Aro began slowly and softly, as if you were a frightened animal. "Stop messing with my emotions, Jasper. I'm in control," you stated before turning your attention back to Aro and asking, "What am I to you? Why are you looking at me like I hung the moon in the sky?" Aro wanted to chuckle. You were intelligent too, or at the very least, highly observant.

"Maybe we should give them a moment," Carlisle softly suggested, "Though Jasper could stay, should he need to." You rolled your eyes again. "Dammit, Carlisle, I am perfectly capable of managing my temper. I'm not some hormonal teenage girl on her period, but if you keep walking on eggshells around me, I'm sure I could convince Jasper to make you feel like one." Used to your sass by that point, Carlisle chuckled and motioned for the rest of the Cullens to leave. Marcus and Caius followed, leaving you and Aro alone.

You turned back to Aro with your arms still crossed over your chest. For a moment, neither of you said a word and Aro could see that you were becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the silence. He didn't want that, so he spoke. "How long have you been one of our kind?" You arched a brow. "A few months. I-I don't have a gift, if that's what you're after. Edward said-"

"That boy is vexing at the best of times and overly dramatic at the worst. He is fortunate I respect my friendship with Carlisle. Yes, the Volturi pride ourselves on our guard and their gifts, but that has nothing to do with this, mi amore." Your face scrunched in an adorable manner as you processed what he said. "Then what is this exactly? Because I'll be honest, I am completely confused as to why one of the leaders of the Volturi is looking at me the way you are now."

"How much have you been taught about the life of a vampire?" You shrugged and answered that Carlisle had taught you quite a bit. "I see, and has Carlisle spoken to you about mates?" You instantly froze. It was obvious that you immediately understood what Aro was getting at. "You don't mean that I-I mean…that I am your mate, do you?" Aro nodded. "You are. Surely you can feel it? Though, with your rather…intense newborn senses, you may not fully understand what it is you're feeling in the moment."

You paused for a moment, staring at Aro intently. Aro, for his part, waited rather impatiently for you to say something. "What happens now?" you finally asked softly. Aro so desperately wanted to order you around. Tell you that you would come to Volterra with him without a fight. But something told him that would not go over well. He didn't want you to be unhappy or feel like you were forced into the situation.

"I understand that the world has a lot to offer to a new vampire. It pains me to think about being apart from you, but if you wish to explore the world for a while after your newborn year is finished, you could. I would ask that you keep in touch, however. Not knowing that you are safe would be…It is not something either of us should wish to experience."

"Or, and hear me out, you could join me?" you suggested. Now that your mind had processed everything, you were able to think rationally. Aro blinked for a moment in surprise before smiling. "I suppose that could be arranged." You beamed up at him, but the smile quickly faded from your lips. Aro was about to ask why when Emmett reappeared, launching himself at you. You caught the bigger vampire by the arm and tossed him deeper into the woods. Then, after blowing a kiss to Aro, you chased after Emmett. Aro watched you go with a look a pride all over his face. That was his mate.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

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