#╱ A BRILLIANT DOCTOR. ╱ carlisle cullen.

[little-diable]

The conference - Carlisle Cullen (smut)

I don’t even know where this idea came from. I just love dbf!fics. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Reader and Carlisle go way back since he is her father’s best friend. But after a shared night on her 21st birthday, he left her behind and called it a mistake. Now, years later, they cross paths again at a conference for doctors. It doesn’t take long till the distance between them grows smaller and smaller.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, age gap (duh), some sprinkles of angst, dbf!Carlisle, somewhat public smut

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!doctor!reader (2.3k words)

Chatter filled the air, loud sounds that rang in her ears while she pushed through the crowd. Every now and then she spotted a few familiar faces she made a note to greet later on after familiarizing herself with the rooms she’d spend the upcoming weekend in.

(Y/n) had arrived at the conference hotel a few minutes ago, driven on by the excitement she couldn’t shake and hadn’t been able to swallow for the past weeks. She loved meeting new colleagues at these events, loved learning about new medical procedures and techniques she couldn’t wait to try at home. A nice getaway that taught her more about new developments than any reading could.

“Doctor (y/n)!” She was forced to a sudden halt, eyes meeting a pair of familiar blue ones. Instantly she was pulled in for a handshake, making a smile grow on her lips as Tom, the elderly colleague she hadn’t seen in years, greeted her. “I was hoping you’d find time to come to the conference!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world! It’s so good to see you, Tom, is your wife here too?” Tom only shook his head but didn’t get the chance to reply verbally as he was interrupted by another person nearing. Her eyes flickered towards the approaching man, and her breath instantly got stuck in her throat.

She had prayed that he wouldn’t be here, that he was too busy back home to leave the Forks hospital. It had been years since she had last seen him, ever since that twenty first birthday of hers that had flipped her whole world around.

“Doctor Cullen, have you met doctor (y/n)? She’s a brilliant young colleague from New York.” Heat flushed through her at the praise. (Y/n) had to avert her eyes, looking back atTom who was still staring up at Carlisle.

“I have, it’s nice to see you again, (y/n).” She only managed to shoot him a quick smile before mumbling something about catching up with them later. Her feet carried her away from them, set on blending in with the crowd to hide away from the man whose lips she could still feel pressed against hers, the man whose words still rang in her ears to remind her that he was her father’s best friend and that all of it had been a mistake.

It was foolish of her to think that she could hide away from him, all too aware of the secret he and his family had managed to keep for all these years. But she couldn’t talk to him, not even when their night together had happened years and years ago, his words were still too loud in her mind, his touch still too prominent.

“(Y/n)!” His voice shook through her body as his cold hand softly clamped down around her wrist. She was forced to a halt again, getting lost in the eyes that had once looked at her with something she hadn’t felt before, something reminding her of love and longing.

“Yes?” Her voice was strained, held back by the strength she used to keep herself somewhat composed. She didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to give in to the hurt she had managed to deal with for so long. The walls she had built around herself were tall and strong, she didn’t want to risk him tearing them down all over again.

Carlisle stared down at her for a moment, pondering over his words before he let go of her. He stood a step back with his jaw clenched and his eyes turning into a darker shade, “It’s good to see you.”

And then he left her side without another word.

……

She had felt his eyes on her the whole time, even at dinner where he had been sitting a few tables over. Everywhere she went, (y/n) felt his gaze lingering, leaving her torn between the way her body was aching for his closeness and the anger she still felt.

With a relieved sigh she stepped out of her shoes after entering her hotel room, ready to pass out and sleep the day away. All her mind could focus on was Carlisle, the man she had never been able to let go of and perhaps never will.

She didn’t get far, frozen on her way to the bathroom as the sound of somebody knocking on her door reached her. Slowly, (y/n) walked back towards the entrance, already having a suspicion of who was standing on the other side.

She could only stare up at him, letting her eyes take in his handsome features before wordlessly stepping aside to let Carlisle in. For a moment or two, they let silence engulf them, wrapping itself around them as (y/n) sat down on the bed.

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I am sorry I didn’t reach out and I’m sorry for leaving you like that. That wasn’t fair on you.” Carlisle kept his distance as he spoke, fingers interlaced in front of himself while he kept his eyes focused on her frowning features.

“You’re right, it wasn’t fair. Especially calling it a mistake when we both know it wasn’t one.” His jaw muscles ticked in anger, staring at her with something she couldn’t pinpoint - anger, annoyance and perhaps a speck of guilt. Whatever it was, it made her stomach sink, forced to accept that both could never escape the tension lingering between them.

“It was a mistake, (y/n)! I’m your father’s best friend, and so much older than you. This isn’t fair on you.” The last part of his rambling left her frozen, wondering if he had meant to voice it out like that. She cocked her head to the side while studying him for a moment or two.

“Not fair on me? What does that mean, Carlisle?” The sigh leaving him was stronger than anticipated, making him appear more confused and torn than she had ever seen him before. Something inside of her spurred her on to reach out her hand for him to take, to pull him closer before he settled on the mattress next to her.

“It was wrong of me to feel that way about you, (y/n). You deserve someone you can be with, someone your age who can be by your side whenever you need them to, and not somebody you’d have to hide.” Slowly, his hand was placed on her knee, squeezing it softly before trying to pull away again. But (y/n) was faster, settling her warm hand on top of his cold one to keep him close.

“But that’s my choice to make, isn’t it?” Her voice was low, barely carrying any strength as she looked at their hands. Perhaps it was foolish of her to chase something she hadn’t been able to reach for in years, something she should have gotten over years ago. And yet she couldn’t, she was drawn to Carlisle Cullen like a moth to a flame, like a trail of blood leading him straight to her fatal end.

“This isn’t right, sweetheart.” His pained voice drew her gaze up to him, getting lost in the pupils that have watched the world change for the past three hundred and so years. Carlisle let go of her hand as he stood to his full height, chasing the distance once again to leave her behind with a heavy heart.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, try to get some sleep in.” And with those words he left her alone with her darkening thoughts.

……

Her eyes were drawn to his frame at any given chance while she held her talk. (Y/n) could barely focus on her presentation, fully focusing on Carlisle and the proud expression tugging on his features. Their conversation from yesterday evening kept replaying in her mind, leaving her distracted by the emotions whispering to her.

She knew that they couldn’t leave things like that, they needed to have another talk, even though she wasn’t sure what else was left to be shared. Ever since that night she had wondered if there was something she could have said to him, something to beg Carlisle to fight for whatever had been lingering between them, words that had lost their meaning over the years.

“Thank you for your attention!” Her legs trembled as she walked off stage, hiding away in the hallway to try and collect herself. Her heart was pounding, and even though one could blame her nerves for it, she knew that Carlisle was the cause of it, distracting her from all things she needed to do at this conference.

“(Y/n),” his soft voice ripped her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering up to meet his concerned ones. He was standing close, towering over her like a colossus. His hands found her arms, holding onto her while she took a few deep breaths. “Atta girl, you’ve done so well up there, I’m so proud of you.”

“Carlisle,” she choked on his name, letting her head rest against his chest while he pulled her in. The walls began to crash down one by one, leaving nothing but dusty clouds he walked through effortlessly. She lost all grip on her strength as she shifted her weight onto her toes to press her lips against his. A chance to chase whatever it was her heart was aching for, a moment of weakness that was about to lead their path into another direction.

He didn’t fight the kiss like she feared he would, only pulled her closer to deepen the kiss. This kiss felt nothing like the ones they had shared that one night years ago, it was rawer, filled with unspoken longings that had only grown over the years.

He broke the kiss with darkening eyes, letting his gaze wander down the hallway before he pulled her with him. Within moments she found herself pressed against the door of an empty room, engulfed by darkness. Their lips found back together like magnets made to fit as his hands shuffled her dress up to her waist.

“We shouldn’t do this.” Carlisle’s voice didn’t carry any strength, it seemed as if he tried to remind himself of his boundaries, trying to rip himself out of the waves of pleasure he was drowning in. Nothing but meaningless words that were forgotten the second her hands found his belt.

“We should, fuck, don’t you dare stop touching me, Carlisle.” She freed his hardening cock from his suit trousers, wrapping her hand around it while he pushed her damp panties aside. (Y/n) wrapped one leg around his waist, trapping him against her to try and keep him close in fear of him stepping away once again.

But it seemed as if Carlisle had long lost the fight, a victim to the emotions both couldn’t shake. His cold fingers circled her pulsing bundle, offering the perfect contrast to the heat swallowing her wholly.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re still so tight for me. Did you let somebody else fuck you?” She was almost embarrassed at the way she shook her head and mumbled a soft “No”. (Y/n) hadn’t been able to touch somebody else, not after experiencing what being with Carlisle was like. A groan left him, spurring her on to pump him faster, feeling him twitch against her hold.

“Will you fuck me? Please, Carlisle. Remind me of what it feels like to be yours.” (Y/n) was proud of herself for managing to speak coherent sentences, even though she was slowly losing her grip on reality. Her distraction only grew as Carlisle pushed her hand away from his cock to align himself with her dripping heat.

His lips found hers the second he pushed into her, forcing her tightness to adjust to him again after all these years. Without breaking the kiss, he picked her up, forcing both her legs around his waist to fuck her against the door. Darkness consumed every part of her body, guiding her through the sensation keeping her trapped.

Groans and curses left them both, clawing out of them while they fucked like they had dreamt of doing for years now. It felt almost too perfect to have him buried so deep inside of her, a perfect match both had been searching for for way too long.

“You feel like heaven, sweetheart. But fuck, you’re my downfall.” (Y/n) could only moan as a response to his rasped words, clinging to the man who fucked her harder and faster with every passing thrust. Her insides tingled, goosebumps littered her skin, all while giving every part of herself to the man she was still in love with.

“Carlisle,” she sobbed his name, head thrown back against the door, legs quivering around his waist. (Y/n) was close, ready to give her all to the man who fucked her with his mind set on drawing a powerful orgasm out of her. She scratched at his neck, trying to hold on but miserably failing to do so as she was thrown off the cliff.

Carlisle pressed his lips against hers to muffle her sounds, swallowing the moans clawing through her as he kept snapping his hips against hers. It took him a few more ferocious thrusts to follow her down the edge, to let go of a groan himself that vibrated on her lips.

She clung to him for a few more moments, needing to catch her breath before she could stand on her trembling feet again. Carlisle kept his grip on her waist, only letting go to redress himself before pulling (y/n) in again.

“Please don’t call this another mistake.” Her whispers left his heart aching, forcing him to shake his head before softly kissing her.

“I promise, sweetheart, this wasn’t and will never be a mistake. I shouldn’t have let you go and I will work hard to make up for our lost time.”

[goldeneyedgirl]

TwiFicmas NYE Edition: Variable Stars

Okay, since I got some very desperate DMs, you all win and we'll celebrate the end of 2023 with Variable Stars, and the beginning of 2024 with STL snippets.

This is a few pieces from Ch 7 of Variable Stars. It's close to done, and the bare bones of Ch 8 has been set up. I look forward to getting back into the swing of VS because friends to lovers is just so damn wholesome.

I hope you all have a brilliant NYE and I'll see you next year ;)

She’s not sure when everything changed. 

When it stopped being the Cullen home and it stopped being Jasper’s home and it started being hers too. When she started seeing her own face in the photographs on the walls, when the other family members called for her, she wasn’t just an extension of Jasper. 

She knows the house (which step is cracked because one of them stepped down too hard, but there’s been a lot of damage lately, so they’re all gingerly avoiding it in the hopes it can hold out a few weeks so that Esme doesn’t get too mad. Which bathroom never has hot water after midnight. That Carlisle moved all the travel books from the top-most shelves in the library down  to her eye-level so she could take them without lingering. That the spinning chair in the living room is shoved in the corner near the window because it’s her favourite but she won’t sit in it if her back is exposed.)

She knows that Esme is fiercely protective of her garden, that the stepping-stones are there for a reason. There’s a greenhouse that’s about to be built; and that Bella sulks if anyone is in the hammock when she wants to use it. (She also knows that Emmett and Rose are banned from the hammock because of what they did to the last one.)

And the forest. She knows it better than anything. That’s where they hunt, where her and Jasper go running. Where he found her that day, washing off the blood. Where they play-fight and she plays on the ice at the end of winter and it’s all broken up in pieces.

Then there is Jasper. There are a million different ways to explain Jasper and who he is to her, how he soothes all the raw spots and open wounds just by being there. Everything is easier with him, and there's never a day when she doesn't thank whatever higher power exists that they crossed paths.  

(Peace is a funny thing; it feels solid but she’s so intensely aware of how easily it could shatter. Eight vampires in one place is a recipe for disaster; she never forgets that. But for now, she just savours every single moment.)

It’s home. She’s finally home.

//

Some things are inevitable; Alice knows this well enough. Her death, for instance - setting foot in that hospital when she was a newborn, where the doctor knew who she was… that was a place people went to die, not to heal.

Realising that the only thing her gift would bestow upon her was death, destruction, and the legacy of a monster was another. 

Oh, and Jasper being someone important. There had always been something about him, even when he was a nomadic grump. 

But Alice has accepted that certain things are inevitable and avoiding them, or pretending they aren’t going to happen. The only thing she can really do is accept them, and face them head on, no matter how nervous or uncomfortable she might be. 

That is to say, she’s heard about Peter and Charlotte before; Jasper’s got lots of stories about them and it’s nice to hear to his stories - she’d like to set Maria ablaze for some of the things she did to him, and she’s more than a little bit sorry that she never made it for enough into Mexican to make the woman burn for her sins, but Jasper seems to be mostly at peace with everything that happened to him. 

(He worries more over her stories, which she finds funny. A couple of bites is nothing, and she makes it abundantly clear that she walked away the victor in those battles. When she says that, he always relaxes, like he’s worrying for her in that actual moment even when she’s sitting opposite him playing Go Fish in pom-pom socks.)

Sometimes she wonders what he would say if she told him the real story about how she woke up. About the one named James and the woman with him, about what she did to him, about finding the hospital and going inside and decimating it, killing every single person she found. If he’d be mad at her, or disgusted, or angry for her or what. 

It’s purely academic of course; she’s never, ever going to tell him all of that. As much as the past doesn’t bother him, she still remembers how he used to look, how he used to carry himself all those decades ago. She doesn’t want to add more violence, more rage to the burdens he carries. 

(She never wants to become one of his stories, like Maria.)

//

There’s more and more talk about their next move. That makes Alice nervous, he realizes. For a second, that’s confusing because there’s no way that moving will change anything - it’s still their family, just in a new place (there’s a vigorous debate between Montana, Minnesota, and Maine - he’s hoping for Minnesota because the home there is on a huge parcel of land where they can roam without being disturbed. Maine is the most claustrophobic option, a place where they will be under the most scrutiny, and Alice isn’t ready for that yet.)

But he takes a second and realises, for Alice, this is a huge change. The utter unknown - this house is the only home she’s ever known. She might have heard about high school and college, and posing as human, but she’s never had to play that part. 

(He’s already cornered Carlisle and told him that Alice isn’t going to school yet. Her reading and writing are good, but not enough to deal with a high school class. Not to mention that he got almost a decade before he was forced to play his part in their charade; Alice deserves the same.)

Esme is making adjustments to the house model in the family meeting, her stylus darting over the screen as everyone throws out requirements (or demands) about their new residence - Edward wants a music room, Rosalie wants space for at least twelve cars, Carlisle and Bella had grand plans for the scale and design of the library. 

His requests are the same as always - his study, and a bathroom he doesn’t have to share. Esme is doting and amused as she confirms his space, the exact requirements he gives for every single new house. 

“Alice, what do you need?” she asks, and Alice has been very quiet; Bella and Carlisle are still debating the two-story library of their dreams. 

She looks like a deer in the headlights as Esme looks at her expectantly, and looks at him for help. 

“Another bedroom and ensuite, maybe with an extra-giant closet for all your clothes,” he says teasingly, and Esme is already nodding, already sketching. 

“I don’t have that many.” She’s trying to sound flippant but she’s already looking relieved as Emmett begins negotiating a gaming room of his own. It’s true, she rarely asks Esme for anything more complicated than help navigating the washer and dryer. It’s him that she goes to for money, with questions, everything. And it’s Esme and Carlisle that come to him when they need her to know something, especially if it’s a delicate topic. 

And he likes it that way, likes that he can be useful, be important for a purpose.

//

The thing that they all like to ignore is that Bella’s change wasn’t without its difficulties. The Volturi had hovered in the peripheral right up until she had reawakened; it was that tangible risk that had allowed them to form a formal, ongoing alliance with the Pack, and allowed Bella to keep Charlie in her life. It was messy and uneasy but Edward was convinced that Aro held no malice for the entire debacle - Bella was changed, her shield gift only interested Aro in how it had manifested when Bella was human, and everyone had parted friends. 

(Well, Caius and Jane were still looking for reasons to destroy the lot of them, but the linchpin in the whole thing was Aro, and he was suitably amused and affectionate towards Carlisle that they were safe.)

Alice had been bewildered and scared when they’d told her the entire story, her unease syrupy as they spoke about Volterra and the agreements, Victoria and James, the Pack. She was slack-jawed when Carlisle explained that he had been close friends with the Volturi for decades before he had his family. 

He has his arm tight around her as the story is told, and quietly reassures her that they have no reason to ever see Aro, the Volturi, or even set foot in Italy. 

“They only punish those that break the laws,” he says and she nods, but the fear is still there. 

[fogmade-a]

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Why do you think SMeyer wrote her vampires as super geniuses? Other than Carlisle being a fantastic doctor, I don’t see many vampires utilizing their genius in ways one would expect. I suppose that’s not my main issue as vampires have to remain low-key. I just wonder why SMeyer wanted them to be this way. What’s the point? If they have high IQs, they definitely falter in the EQ range. Did she just want Bella to be astonished by the Cullens in every way possible? Even when we’re reading Edward’s POV, nothing to me screams genius when he’s perusing through other vamp minds. I understand that vamps hunt humans as prey and have to be smarter than us, buuuuuut she doesn’t write genius very well. Sorry for this run-on question.

Well, this isn't really the blog for why Meyer does what she does.

What I'll say is she didn't write super geniuses.

Computers Are Dumb

The way I like to think of it is that the vampires in Twilight have improved hardware. Their memories are better, their coordination and senses are improved, they can think faster. However, thinking faster does not necessarily mean thinking smarter.

We see this in Edward, his mind goes a mile a minute and he's able to hold several tangential thoughts in his mind at once. However, he's an idiot. Oh, he thinks he's brilliant, but lord that boy is dumb.

My point being, your hardware can be fantastic, to reach full potential the software has to be carefully written so as to take advantage of that hardware.

Venom does not make you smarter, it simply gives you the tools you need that you might, in some respects, be smarter (be able to come up with solutions faster/recall more information).

[gisellelx]

I 💖 the thought of Carlisle being a little mean or unfair. Can you show us more of what that looks like? Like what’s the meanest thing he’s said to someone? Is he ever just an immature 23 year old jerk?

We only get a handful of glimpses of the Cullens from the perspective of non-Bella humans in the saga--the first scene in the cafeteria, the post-date debrief with Jessica, the party in Eclipse. In all of them, the humans are more or less of the opinion that, yeah, the Cullens are pretty, and rich, and also extremely stuck up as a result.

If you think about how the Cullens have to live—in secret, in a way that people mostly don't catch on to them, or at least, are more offended by them than curious, you get to some very interesting conclusions about what Carlisle must be like interpersonally. He can't actually risk having someone be his friend (though I think prior to Edward he was willing to take this risk much more often because he was borderline suicidal—there's a headcanon about the source of the "undiscovered Hassam" from Midnight Sun that runs through several of my fics). So, you have Carlisle, who is the person who is most connected with humans—he can't just cross his arms over his chest and be moderately attentive in class, or pretend to be taking a gap year every three years. And he needs this. "Workaholic" does not cover Carlisle adequately. This man found his salvation in his work. He has to do this, or he is going to a) go mad or b) really bad dark things. He's got to figure out some way to be near humans all day without them cluing too far into his secret.

Ipso facto, Work!Carlisle is a jerk. Sort of.

Oh, I think he has the most wonderful bedside manner, and that he can draw laughter out of almost anyone. He's very friendly. And I think he's well-liked by his colleagues. But if you recall Charlie from canon, he said "he's a brilliant surgeon who could probably work in any hospital in the world" not "he's a lovely guy."

It makes sense that he's constantly trying to cultivate that.

I don't imagine it's very overt, though. He's very subtle about putting himself in places that let people just assume he thinks he's better than them because he's got a superior education (fic), because he's rich, or because he's just obsessive and weird. But like, if someone offers him some food? He's just going to smile sort of wryly and be like, "Oh I don't eat that, thanks" and then add some sanctimonious thing about either the way that food is often processed or caught inhumanely, or that that particular type of that food is just way beneath him. It's not free-range, or that particular thing is full of hormones, or the workers are mistreated, or whatever. And he does it quietly but in such a way it makes the other person feel kind of like dirt, but also not in a way that they go, "Man, Carlisle's such a snob" but instead like, "Man, Carlisle has such serious principles, but he's kind of not chill so I'm not going to invite him for happy hour."

In other situations I suspect that he has to act like other people are really dumb to hide the fact that he just diagnosed something based on his vampire senses. I imagine him being very aware of cancers and diseases like epilepsy and diabetes the way many animals are, and him just shoving a scan in another doctor's face, like, "You don't see that? Right there?" while jabbing his finger at what he knows full damn well is absolutely nothing. But it makes the other doc feel embarrassed and kind of mad and resentful, and so the result is that he is awed and respected but again...not really the guy they're inviting out. And then he goes home, and snuggles up with his wife, or has a long conversation with Edward, and spends time being very close with the people he's actually able to be close to. But he absolutely possesses the capacity to be an aloof jerk, because he needs to be one to make it all work.

[witchyangela]

When you have some time I’d love to hear your take on Carlisle as the best and worst! While on the whole I think his character is fascinating and I like him, the dude has made some uh...questionable choices.

Thank you so much for asking!! Cos tbh this has been in my head for a LONG time! The thing is that Carlisle is very much (at least to me) the one character in twilight that really feels like a full character. Like sure he doesn’t get much but what we do get is really fascinating. And honestly as someone who loves morally grey characters he really gives a lot.

To break it down he is very much the best of the Cullens. He is the only one of them that chose to be vegetarian if his own will. And he has got so many things about him that are just GOOD! Like he is reborn as a bloodthirsty monster and chooses to become a doctor? He practises radical kindness in that he just refuses to be what he is told to be. He looks at what he’s given and says no. And that’s sort of a brilliant character. (No praise to Meyer) A vampire who won’t be a vampire is very compelling. And I honestly believe Carlisle is the only one of the Cullens who is written as if he would make that choice alone. If any of the others woke up as a vampire, alone, they wouldn’t even consider doing what he did. And so in that way he is the best cullen.

However he is also the worst (bar maybe Jasper but like let’s ignore him). He doesn’t care about consent in the slightest. He does what he thinks is best whether it’s studying Jakes blood or turning Rosalie. And never thinks how others may react. He also is just a literal coloniser which is more than enough evidence he doesn’t really care about other people. He does want to to what is best, but only what he thinks is best and his thought processes are flawed. He also did hang out with the Volturi for a very long time, which I think is evidence enough that he can let anything slide if it benefits him.

At the end of the day he is interesting because he makes sense as a character, but maybe not as the vaguely saintly one Smeyer intended. He is deeply self centred but he had to be otherwise he would never have thought he had the strength to resist blood. He does truly believe he is helping people and yet time and time again he hurts them and doesn’t learn. He is a product of his time and he allows this to hurt people in the present. He values knowledge and his own curiosity over the lives and bodily autonomy of people. And yet he is also the one Cullen striving to be good for goodness sake. Idk man... there’s somat about that awful little man that hits different.

[cudan2]

We’re Only Human

Spring Break Shadowing Part 4

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Word Count: 2,040

Summary: It’s the last day of shadowing with Dr. Cullen, but you’ve come to realize a little more about how you feel towards him. Cue crushes and a little bit of chaos along the way.

A/N: I finished the semester and can actually dedicate time to writing this again because instead of being on spring break, I’m now on winter break. I also chopped this part in half because it was probably going to be over 6,000 words otherwise and that’s just a lot compared to the previous ones. Bear with me, guys. Another note - I’m thinking about posting this on Ao3 but will rewrite it because I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote this in present tense lol. 

Anyways, this is #8 on my headcanon list.

Masterlist

XXX

You don’t know how it happened, but time is on your side and you’re running early this morning. The sun has just risen and casts a warm glow across the hospital as you make you way to the Starbucks, determined to be the one to buy Doctor Cullen his drink for once.

Meeting him here every morning has become a tradition, a tradition that involves him getting you breakfast every day you’ve shadowed him this week. The two of you would chat about various topics while walking to where ever he had to be next. Sometimes you would prod his brain with more medical-related questions, occasionally he would tell stories from his past, but regardless, his every word had you captivated.

Alright, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to finally admit that you may or may not have developed a tiny crush on Doctor Cullen. To be fair though, this is your last day shadowing him and it’s not like you’re ever going to see him again anyways. You feel a pang of disappointment at the thought, but it soon disappears when Emily greets you at the counter.  

“Hi, Y/N! Where’s the doctor today?”

“I was running early today, so I figured I’d grab both of our drinks.” You place your order and ask the barista what Doctor Cullen’s “usual” was.

“Oh that?” she laughs. “He gets boiling water. It’s a little weird, but I just assumed he makes tea with it.”

Boiling... water? You think back to the last several days and try to remember what Doctor Cullen even did with his drink. He definitely never made tea with it. In fact, you don’t think he’s ever taken a sip out of the cup before throwing it away.

“Then I’ll be adding a grande boiled water to my order,” you tell Emily and thank her before she moves on to the next person in line.

You wait to the side for your food and see Jaime standing there too. He’s wearing a backpack and a faded college sweatshirt thrown over his scrubs, and you’re reminded of how many years left of school you have before you can even call yourself a doctor. You wave to him, and he pulls an earbud out from his ear with a sleepy smile.

“Hey, what’s up?” he greets you.

“Nothing much, just grabbing something to eat before the day starts. I’m surprised to see you here though. What happened to morning rounds?”

Jaime lets out what you can only discern as a mix between a hollowed laugh and a groan and tells you about forgetting his coffee at home. “Don’t even get me started on this morning. My car died on me, so I had to get an Uber. Lo and behold, there weren’t any Ubers around either, so ya boy eventually took not just a taxi, but a taxi and the train. By the time I got here, I realized my coffee was still on the counter at home, and so now I’m here.”

Damn, and you thought mornings were rough for you.

“Sorry to hear that! Did you get in trouble for being late?”

“I called Doctor Cullen myself and told him what was happening. He was so understanding, god bless, so I’m in the clear for now.

At the mention of the doctor, your thoughts instantly go back to blond tresses and a brilliant smile you already know you’ll miss when you leave the hospital for the last time today.

“Yeah, he’s pretty great, isn’t he?” you say a little too dreamily. Jaime gives you a knowing look and you rein it back in, hoping you haven’t exposed yourself already.

“You know, I think he’s going to miss you the most when you leave.” You don’t even get the chance to react when Jaime continues on, “Don’t get me wrong, Lily and I will definitely miss having you around, but the man really took a liking to you a lot faster than he did with us.”

“What do you mean?”

“He always kept us at an arm’s length before you came around. All of that personal stuff you get out of him would have taken him weeks to tell us before, and that’s if we’re lucky. He just seems more comfortable around you,” Jaime shrugs. His coffee is then called out, cutting off anything he wanted to say next. “That’s my cue. I’ll see you later!”

You take a moment to mull over what Jaime said. From your perspective, Doctor Cullen has treated you exactly the same way he does with everyone else. You don’t dare to over think what Jaime could be saying – over thinking never leads to anything good. And yet, the damage is done. The seed has been planted and now you can’t help but wonder about what made you stand out to the doctor.

Your own order is called, and you’re pulled from your thoughts with the smell of warm food.

Now armed with two beverages and a pastry bag sandwiched between your fingers, you make your way to a nearby table to wait for Doctor Cullen. Your wait is soon cut short though, as you see him walking towards you out of your peripheral vision. The clouds shift and the sun shines through the windows again. Its golden rays pass over the doctor, and for a second, you swear you could see him shimmering in the sunlight.

You squint strangely and blink a few times. Get it together, you tell yourself. Over thinking is clearly playing some weird psychological tricks on your eyes, and you still needed to be on your A-game.

“Hey you,” he flashes that familiar smile once more when reaching the table you are settled at. “You’re early today.”

“I am. It even gave me the chance to get you your water.” You hand him the cup with a smirk, having made sure to put a sleeve on it earlier because unlike Doctor Cullen, you actually have hands that hold the risk of being burnt.

“Ah, I see Emily has divulged one of my secrets with you. Thank you, Y/N, you really didn’t have to.”

“It’s nothing,” you insist. Seriously, water is free at Starbucks. “Think of it as a small thank you present. It’s the least I could do for the amazing surgeon that let me follow him around for the week.”

“Hmm, I think you may have meant the amazing, extremely kind, highly skilled, and not to mention, quite dashing–”

“Okay! No need to flatter yourself,” you laugh, trying your best to refrain from rolling your eyes. In all honesty, you can’t describe him any better. Add in attractive, intelligent, compassionate, way too humble sometimes, and it would be the perfect recipe to recreate another Doctor Cullen.

From there on, your daily routine at the hospital continues without a hitch. It’s a morning filled with back to back surgeries and question after question thrown at you from the doctor. There is no doubt that he is keeping you on your toes – literally and figuratively. You have to admit though, you are pretty proud of yourself for being able to answer the majority of his questions.

Your feet swing aimlessly while you spin around in a padded chair in Doctor Cullen’s office. Your laptop is open on his desk, displaying a blank document that’s meant to be your personal statement. It has been a little over an hour since he left you here to attend a mandatory meeting and you are starting to get antsy.

Aside from several stacks of files and other various papers, the desk lacks the small trinkets you would expect to see. As a matter of fact, the office itself is surprisingly void of anything personal. There aren’t any pictures of family, friends, pets, not even of a possible wife. There are no decorations on the wall either, and if it weren’t for the leather briefcase leaning against the side of the desk, you’d never believe this office belonged to him. No wonder he spends as much time as possible outside of this dismal room.

As you continue spinning in the chair, you bring up a paper fortune teller made earlier from a sticky note. You choose a color, two subsequent numbers, and flip open the flap to reveal the fortune.

Brunch date with Dr. Cullen.

The things you do to kill time. Your friends would never let you live this down if they could see you now.

Just as you’re about to go another round with the fortune teller, the door opens and Doctor Cullen walks in. The fortune teller goes flying out of your hands and onto the floor next to you as you jump in surprise and halt the spinning.

“Sorry about the wait, Y/N. I’m afraid the meeting took longer than expected,” he says, his words laced with a hint of bitterness. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice you nearly jumping out of your skin. Not wanting to draw attention to the fortune teller on the floor, you leave it there for now and start packing up your stuff.

“I presume you found a way to entertain yourself?”

“Kind of? I tried starting my personal statement again. It’s really not coming together,” you laugh dryly. Too preoccupied with turning off your laptop and putting it away, you don’t notice that Doctor Cullen walking around to the head of the desk where you are until it’s too late.

Oh crap, the fortune teller. Of course, he just has to notice it too and picks it up with a curious expression. You look up, and he’s standing there with it in his hand.

“Did you make this?”

You leap up from the chair and snatch it out of his hand before he can examine it any closer. There is no way in hell you’re letting him open it.

“Uh, yeah... It’s just something we used to make in elementary school – nothing special!” You try to play it off as cool as possible and slip the fortune teller into the small trash can underneath his desk. “So what’s next on the schedule?”

He takes a moment before answering you. You see his eyes study the way your fingers nervously fidgets with a loose thread on your shirt. He seemingly brushes off the interaction that occurred and responds, “Pre-op. I believe this one will be much different than the others you’ve observed this week.”

“What’s different about it?” you ask. Doctor Cullen starts to leave and holds the door open for you.

“You’ll see.” You don’t have to look at him to know he’s smirking.

He shuts the door and you start walking towards to the surgical department when a hand abruptly pulls you back just a little too hard. You trip over your own feet in the process and in some miraculous, but also really unlucky, sadistic, cruel-of-the-universe sort of way, land in Doctor Cullen’s arms. Goosebumps form up your arms where he’s holding you, and you can’t tell whether it’s from the temperature difference or the fact that your face is only an inch away from his chest.

You are absolutely mortified to say the least. Heat begins crawling up your cheeks and if there was a witness, they would have seen you quite literally jump out of the doctor’s arms.  

“I’m so sorry, Doctor Cullen! I didn’t mean to trip and fall and–”

“No, no, please, Y/N. It was of no fault of yours. I admit, I wholly underestimated the extent of my strength in that moment.” You stare at him, still dismayed at what happened, but it seems you aren’t the only one feeling like a deer in the headlights. “Can you find it in yourself to forgive me?” he asks, smiling meekly.

“It’s fine, these things happen. We’re only human after all, right?”

“...Right.” There’s a moment of silence that goes on for longer than you prefer, and you can’t help but feel like you’re the punchline of some inside joke. You don’t dwell on it though. There’s really only so much social embarrassment you can handle in one day. “Now, if there aren’t any more near-accidents,” he points in the opposite direction and says, “we’re headed to the children’s hospital.”

Oh.

[tintind]

One night in 2018

Esme wasn't used to feeling like a guest: although it was rare for her to have a party of her own, she was usually the hostess. Last Sunday, she met Sally who was the head of their school's parent Council at the store while they were both shopping for a week for the whole family. Her husband's birthday fell on Christmas day, and Sally made it a tradition for the whole city -- at least for a fairly large circle of her acquaintances, and every year they had a party. Mrs. Cullen couldn't refuse the invitation.

They were already a little settled in their new place, and Esme didn't like their habit of not getting close to people at all: their unsociability gave rise to a lot of suspicions.

So tonight they surprised the guests by showing up on the doorstep of the house where they were invited, with a box of sweets and flowers. Fortunately for them, they were a drop in the bucket of guests flooding the house, so after a while the Cullens stopped attracting attention. Sally made sure they had a drink in hand, knew where the bathroom was, and felt completely comfortable. They kept their distance from the crowd, holding hands, Carlisle whispering in Esme's ear, and she smiled as she looked at the people. In the end, her husband told her he was leaving her to her own, kissed her on the top of the head, and swam off somewhere in the direction of his friends from the hospital. Esme was left standing alone at the high kitchen table. After making her solemn rounds, the hostess returned to Mrs. Cullen.

“How do you like the party?”

“Everything's fine, thank you”. Esme smiled as she cheered up the glass of golden, sizzling liquid. Of course, she didn't try it.

“I'm glad you enjoy it. And I'm glad Peggy lost me a ten. We had a bet on whether you would come at all.”

“Happy to contribute to your well-being.”

“No offense, it's just that you're so rare in the city that sometimes you look like a cult.”

“I see,” Esme said. “Carlisle works hard, we try to devote all the time to each other and the children. It's great to know that someone else believes in our ability to socialize.”

Sally laughed, wrinkling her pretty nose.

“You’re welcome!”

They talked about family and everyday life, and Esme was lucky that Sally was happy to take the lead. This made it possible to avoid situations where Esme didn't know what to say to sound believable. The vampire was lost in her own thoughts, searching the crowd for Carlisle's blue sweater. Somehow, as if he sensed her concern, he turned to her and waved his hand. She held up hers. They exchanged smiles.

"So, Carlisle...” Sally said pointedly.

Esme nodded, still watching her husband. He returned to his conversation and openly laughed at some joke, and, throwing up his head, patted the other on the elbow.

"How did you manage to snatch such a handsome man? How long have you been married?” Sally was also staring at the young doctor.

"Fourteen years," Esme lied very confidently.

"It’s impossible!" Sally really didn't seem to believe it. “It turns out that you were-”

She wasn't good at arithmetic, and few people remembered the exact age of the Cullens.

"Not enough," Esme said. "We met when Carlisle was a sixteen-year-old child Prodigy and I was a slightly clueless eighteen-year-old schoolgirl.

"That sounds very intriguing," Sally said, and cast another glance in Carlisle's direction, as if to confirm his existence.

After a few moments of silence, Esme realized that Sally was waiting for a story. Well, it will be a story for her...

"We met in high school, went to biology class together in our senior year. He already knew that he would devote himself to medicine, and I just liked to draw our skeleton and stuffed animals in the closet at the end of the class. I think the skeleton's name was Heinrich. The teacher decorated it for Christmas instead of a Christmas tree, you know, hung it with a garland and put a cap on the skull.”

"Sixteen years! Unbelievable!” Sally exclaimed, not even trying to hide her gossip side. Then she caught herself, touching Esme's arm: "Sorry, go on."

Esme chuckled. People are curious. She changed the hand that held the glass.

"We sat next to each other for a semester, trying in vain not to talk, so as not to distract each other, and I was probably the first and only person he thought of inviting to the new year's dance. I agreed, and then I found myself kissing him at the prom in the darkest corner. We’ve finished school, I was thinking of taking a year off, he was looking for a College ready to take such a young student, and suddenly... You know how hasty and stupid things are with teenagers.

Esme noticed that Sally made an almost physical effort to keep the tactless question from escaping her mouth.

"I got pregnant after he had asked me to marry him and I had refused. Or rather, I didn't mind, but our parents wanted us to wait.

Esme set the champagne aside, knowing that Sally still had questions, and wanting to prolong the theatrical pause.

“He reacted strangely. I mean- Everyone knows that such stories don't end well. And his first words when he found out were, " If you want to keep him, I'll find a job to provide for us. If not, marry me anyway, so you can always change your mind." He was almost a child himself, but with him I thought I was ready. Maybe I was, I don't know. He said "we" and "us" in such a way that it was impossible to resist. I was head over heels in love and young, and my future didn't seem like a sacrifice. His father gave in to our persuasions, and by the end of my eighteen years, I was a happy wife and future mother...”

Mrs. Cullen sighed.

"I'm sorry if my question hurt you," Sally said quietly, realizing how far Esme's story had gone. "I didn't mean to.”

"You're interested in the end, aren't you?" she asked, deliberately calm.

"Sure, but if you’re-”

"I'll tell you.

I don't remember exactly, I think it was Tuesday. Carlisle went to night school, and I went to pick him up in dad's old car. The weather was terrible, you know, a typical Northern autumn evening. Dank and foggy. So I could barely drive. And then some idiot tried to pass me, and I tried to gave way in my turn and slid into a ditch. When I woke up in the hospital, he was there. He was there all the time I was under anesthesia after the operation. He kissed my forehead, stroked my hair, and cried. Such a child! When he told me what the doctors had to tell me, we cried together, and he held my head in his hands, because it was impossible to hug me, all in plaster and tubes. We lost our boy. I lost the possibility to have children. But, contrary to all the assumptions of others, we did not lose our family. Sometimes the loss breaks, but sometimes it binds. Our case was the second one. In the end, everything worked out the way it should: I graduated from College, Carlisle -- from medical school, and a few of years ago we started thinking about children again.

It might not be healthy, but I couldn't imagine us adopting a baby. It’s still hurt. Besides, it's not just babies who need love. There are so many children in the system who can't find a family because they are too old or because they don't want to be separated from siblings. Our first two, Jasper and Rosalie, are a little older than the baby Carlisle and I would have been. This comforts me.

Esme was so engrossed in her story that she didn't notice Sally fumbling in her pockets for a napkin to wipe away her unwanted tears.

“I wish everyone had such a strong family...”

~~~~~~~~

As the party drew to a close, Carlisle finally found a good moment to slip away through the garden with Esme.

They walked down the street, breathing in the winter chill. The sky cleared, and the transparent air made the brilliant stars brighter. After all these people's gatherings, it was so nice to be quiet for a while.

Carlisle suddenly chuckled: “Biology class?”

Esme snorted: “So everything else in the story suits you?”

"It sounds very touching and romantic, just my type," the doctor explained. He raised a pale brow skeptically: “But the biology class?”

Esme stopped and looked at her husband for a long, long time, as if annoyed  she had to explain everything to him:

"They’ve stolen our island, Carlisle.”

The doctor laughed loudly:

"So this is the revenge.”

[forever-more-never-again]

Liquid Fire (A Request)

Requested: @rexburn12​

Word Count: 1805

Pairing: Alice Cullen X Reader

Warnings: Mention of death

Request: Hi, Rose can you do a one-shot where Fem Reader is The Last Dragon, is older than the Volturi and extremely powerful. She moves to Fork Washington for a new start, and lives in her territory next to the Cullens and opens her own Bakery. The Cullens Sense her presence, and feel how powerful she is, and wants to talk to her, and assert no problem happens so she doesn't destroy them( except Alice Reader is her mate).

Masterlist

It was a well known fact that Dragons used to roam the Earth many years ago. Powerful and free and looked upon like gods.

People would leave them offerings and pray for their protection and sometimes revenge.

But now Dragons are fairy tales. Something that isn’t real. Told to tiny children to make them believe in magic for a short while before they grow up and have to deal with taxes and mortgages.

But you knew different. Because you were a Dragon.

The last, as far as you knew. 

Living alone for so long was taking its toll on you. So for the first time in nearly three millenia, you decided to settle down in a town and make a life for yourself.

Which is how you found yourself touring the tiny town of Forks Washington with a realtor trying to find a shop to start your own Bakery in.

Baking had always been a passion of yours, and now, you could try to actually do something with it.

“And over here you could fit a couple stoves! Oh, and this shop is conveniently placed only a block away from the town hospital and sheriff's office!”

You paused the realtor at that, bewildered, “Why does that matter for a bakery?”

The woman paused, and her face grew nervous for a second, then she whispered, as if scared of being overheard even though you were the only ones in the Bakery, “Last year there were sightings of giant wolves! Like, huge! And the year before that, there were a ton of strange, unsolved murders in Seattle and near the boat marina here.”

As you digested that information, the woman went a full 180 and returned to her bright cheery disposition, “Anyways! Here is an on fire garbage can...could be a nursery.”

You choked, “I’m not pregnant!”

The lady wiggled her brows, “Not yet. Forks has many good looking people. Especially that Dr. Cullen. Whoo honey if he wasn’t already married I would climb him like a tree.”

Later that day you had to sign the forms making you the owner of the first bakery in Forks.

As you walked into the bakery for the first time as its actual owner, you smiled and breathed in deeply. And then got to work.

Being a Dragon. You had two forms. Your Dragonic form was huge, monstrous. The stuff of legends and knight in shining armors stories. It was a brilliant Ruby Red color and you missed the days you could soar in the sky without fear or restrictions. Nowadays if you want to fly, you have to go to Alaska or antarctica. And those were cold areas.

Your human form was normal. With [H/c] hair and [E/c] eyes, you passed for a human no problem. The only difference. You kept some of your Draconic abilities in your human form. Specifically, Fire breathing.

So with a smile on your face, you let out a rush of swirling heat from your mouth and lit the fireplace and the stoves.

Your first few weeks flew by without incident. A couple people came to check out the bakery and a few of the town folks loved to spill gossip.

And then you received a package.

Your nostrils flared as the scent hit you. Death. Decay.

The Volturi.

The Vampires who were the cause of your kinds extinction. 

When they rose to power, and your family chose not to accept their rule, they chose to try and fight them. You were left alive because you were ‘Special’. Aro, the head vampire, saw your human form, rare for dragons, and your ability to breath fire while in it, and had cackled with deranged glee and ‘allowed’ you to live. You sometimes wish you had been killed with your family.

...You swallow back your grief and carefully open the package.

Inside was a gorgeous bracelet and a letter.

A warning. 

To leave Forks.

Stay away from The Cullens.

And an invitation to join Aro’s army.

A simple sigh sent the letter up in ashes.

The Cullens must be important if the Volturi had their eyes on them. You would have to see what the fuss was about. But you weren’t about to leave Forks just because some stuffy Italian Vampires told you too. If they wanted to come and try to make you leave, you would love to watch.

You were about to close shop for the day when you caught a scent. It was similar, yet not.

Instead of Death and Decay. It was Death...and clean air. And fresh, and flowery. 

Vampires...but none like you have smelled before.

You decided to see what they would do as you resumed your position behind the counter right as several highly attractive people entered your shop.

Pasting a smile on your face, you welcomed them,Wondering about their strange golden eyes, unlike the blood red eyes of vampires you have met before. “Hi! I’m [Y/n], welcome to my bakery, what can I get for you guys?”

The older, blonde male smiled charmingly at you, “Hello. We just heard about your bakery and wanted to welcome you into town. I’m Dr. Carlisle Cullen, this is my Wife,” He wraps an arm around a brunette, “Esme, and our children.”

At this point, another blonde male, a blonde female, a hulky brown haired man and a slender man with his arms wrapped around another brunette girl stepped forward.

Dr. Cullen pointed to each as he introduced them, “Our twins, Jasper and Rosalie. Emmet, and Edward and his wife Bella. And … Where’s Alice?”

You interrupted, your smile tighter and your eyes practically searing holes through their skin, “I know who you are...and what you are.”

In those simple words, you caused them to tense and prepare for a fight.

Dr. Cullen, the obvious Clan leader, spoke softly, gently, as if trying not to spook a frightened animal, “I’m afraid we don’t understand [Y/n]. Just what do you think we are?”

You saw how Edward stared at you, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and Bella was focused on him, an energy coming off of her that was directed at him.

You returned your focus to Dr. Cullen, “Your eyes. How do you make them Golden instead of Red?”

You knew you didn’t answer his question, but the stiffening of his smile told you they knew that you knew they were vampires just based on that observation.

“You have us at a disadvantage [Y/n]. You know what we are, and yet...you are not mortal yourself and we do not know what you are.” This is spoken by the one called Esme, Carlisle’s mate if you had to guess based off the stench of the pair.

You growled lowly in the back of your throat, the sound animalistic, a warning. 

Edward spoke up, “Their mind...I can’t get a stable read, it keeps moving, as if something ancient...something else...is guarding it for them.”

Your Dragon self. You smirked. 

“First...your eyes. Are you like the Volturi or not?” You needed to know. You needed to be sure you were safe here.

Carlisle, well, all of them took a step back as if you had slapped them.

“No! We are nothing like those bastards!” That was from Bella. Her eyes filled with disgust at the notion that her family could be like them.

You nodded, “They are bastards.”

Carlisle smiled again, though it was still strained, “We liken ourselves to vegetarians. We drink from animals. Not humans. We want to live amongst them peacefully.”

Now that was different, and based off the looks in the eyes of the others, your shock and surprise was fairly obvious.

“Now,” Carlisle hardened his gaze a bit, “What are you?”

You opened your mouth to tell them, when the jingle of the bell over your door rang, and a tiny petite brunette girl waltzed through the door with a big smile and her caramel eyes set on you.

“They are a Dragon.”

Silence. Your throat was dry as this vampire just said your deepest secret like she was telling everyone the weather.

The vampires were frozen, statues and unmoving as they took in this new information.

“A-”

“-Dragon?”

The two blondes spoke at the same time then looked at each other in confusion.

It was too much at once, you began laughing. Hysterical laughter, clutching your stomach about to fall and roll on the ground laughter.

Everyone except for Alice were giving you looks of deep concern and slight fear.

“Dragons don’t exist…” Rosalie looked at Carlisle, “Do they?”

Carlisle stared at you, a doctor’s gaze, “I was with the Volturi for a while, you guys remember, and they often spoke about how they killed off the Dragons.”

Bella gasped, “Dragons were real?”

You straightened up and pointed a finger at the woman, a playful frown on your face, “Hey I am very real thank you very much.”

Carlisle kept talking, his eyes growing a distant look as he spoke of your families history, “Dragons were one of the first creatures to walk the Earth. They are older than the first Vampires. They live for thousands of years. They were revered as Gods. Until the Volturi came and began collecting abilities.”

You snorted, an ugly, harsh sound, “Yeah. Those Vampires they collected and managed to convince that the Dragons would kill them. Murder them. For fun. My people were kind!”

Tears rolled down your cheeks and you realized just how much you had been holding back for the past thousand years.

“I was left alive because I can do this.” You breathed a tiny stream of fire from your mouth, causing a chorus of gasps to erupt from the vampire clan before you.

Alice stepped forward, ignoring the looks from her family, her eyes drawing you in.

“I’d like to believe you were left alive, as I was, for a different reason. For this reason.” She gestured between the two of you.

You were justifiably confused until Edward cleared it up, “You’re mates.”

And that’s when it hit. The smell of flowers from earlier.

It was distinctly coming from Alice. And in Dragon Lore. The mates of Dragons were found because the other smelled like their favorite scent. 

Your eyes were wide, and Alice was grinning, but it was a nice, soft, smile, with a small hint of fear hidden behind it.

You smiled softly, coming from behind the counter to capture her cold hand in yours, “Well then, I guess I am staying in Forks after all.”

Alice giggled, “I could have told you that, I can see the future you know.”

Her eyes glinted with mischief and love.

Life was for sure about to become a lot more interesting since you moved to Forks.

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Being Alistair's mate and reuniting with your sister Esme during the battle would include~

(my crap gif)(requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera​ )

D- Y/n is the biological sister of Esme. She is turned by her mate Alistair on her deathbed after a violent fight with her husband. Years later she is able to reunite with her sister as they prepare to face the Volturi.  

(warning: light mentions of domestic abuse, drinking and death. Not graphic but I wanted to give a warning just in case)

- Following a drunk home was particularly easy. Hunting a human wasn’t difficult per say but the clean up could be. Yet, never drunks, they could be picked up and tossed in any alley and it wouldn’t make a difference either way. The police would go around and ask where they had been; ‘the bar’ would be a citizens answer and the case would be closed. Easy. Not that he really had to worry anyway.

- Alistair had been traveling for two days when he landing in your quaint little town. He was hungry and it was the perfect time to pick a prey. A married couple walked by, two business partners, individual important looking men, too important to not be missed. He was growing frustrated, but then he saw him, stumbling and red faced, the perfect target.

- The game of “chase” didn’t take very long, the poor bastard only lived a few minutes away from the bar. In no time Alistair was standing in the mans yard, leaning against a tree in the dark, waiting to strike. It was time and then it wasn’t. There was a light in the window...someone else was home.

- Alistair waited, contemplating leaving right then and there, if the man had someone living with him then he wasn’t worth the trouble. But then he heard it, a shrill cry that only a young woman could make and the reaction he had to it alarmed him. It physically hurt him to hear the sound, it made him feel the most awful sense of panic he had ever felt.

- He didn’t like it, in fact he couldn’t take it, so he made his way inside. The first thing he saw was the clean home, pristine save for the muddy marks the mans boots had made on the wooden floor. But then he saw the man, now illuminated by the light of the room down the hall, heaving and shouting as he shook and swung at something; someone. The next thing he knew he could hear a body drop to the floor. 

- In an instant he was inside of the room, his hands tearing the man away from the person and throwing him to the other side of the room. He quirked his head to the side, giving the person below him a long look. Giving you a long look, trying to take in every feature of your face.

- You were absolutely breathtaking. An angel that existed in a world of awful loathsome creatures. But you were dying, he could smell it on you. The effect the thought of you, a stranger, dying had on him was unlike anything he had ever felt. He wanted to keep you, he had to keep you, had to keep you alive, and so he would. He turned you that night and your lives were never the same.

- You were hesitant to trust him, you were hesitant to trust any man. Who wouldn’t be after all that you had been through? But Alistair was fine with waiting, in fact he seemed happy to. Even if you were his mate he had to get used to being around others nearly as much as you had to get used to being around him.

- Although he was brooding when you first met him it seemed that his mood had improved considerably with your growing presence in his life. You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed yours. You seemed like a match made in heaven. 

- It wasn’t long before the two of you were all but inseparable, hardly leaving each others sides and never wanting to. For the first time in a long time you were happy. 

- You’re on the move a lot, never staying in one place for too long. Alistair is a nomad at heart, it isn’t natural for him to settle down in one place. You don’t mind though, in your previous life you’d never been far outside of your home town. The change was welcome.

- You don’t stay in touch with many others like you, save for one person: Carlisle. 

- When Alistair told you about him and his family you felt a pang of sadness twist inside you. Esme, just hearing the name immediately upset you. It had been so long since you’d seen your sister, not even counting the years after you were turned. You’d tried to seek her out soon after you changed but couldn’t find a trace of her anywhere, years later you found her obituary. 

- Esme Cullen, you couldn’t get the name out of your head for days after you had heard it. You sat thinking of your sister as Alistair contemplated coming to the aid of the Cullen's during their time of need. 

- You were more excited then you should have been when he asked if you’d accompany him to their home and help in the battle. Perhaps you felt an odd sense of hope, as though this Esme could have ever possibly been your sweet Esme. 

- You arrived at the Cullen residence late in the evening nearly as anxious as Alistair. You both took comfort in your locked hands as you approached the door. 

- Before you could even knock it opened to reveal the tall blonde doctor your mate had mentioned. He gave you a warm welcome, telling you how it was a pleasure to meet you and urging you to come inside. Alistair squeezed your hand as you walked forward. 

- You could hear voices inside of the house, one room in particular; the living room you assumed; it made the most sense. The three of you quietly made your way into the room but you and Alistair hung back by the doorway. 

- The group before you turned for a moment to see who had arrived and in an instant you heard the sound of shattering glass. Your eyes shot to where the noise came from and then you went stiff. 

- Esme, brilliant, beautiful Esme standing off to the side of the room her eyes wide as though she’d seen a ghost... and perhaps in a way she had. Alistair stiffened beside you and pulled you protectively into his side, Esme’s eyes quickly moved to take in the man beside you before they shifted back to you. 

- She walked over delicately as though she was frightened you’d disappear before her eyes if she moved to fast. You moved from Alistair’s side and the two of you ran the rest of the way, wrapping your arms around each other. 

- You stayed that way for a long moment before she pulled away, her hands moving to cup your face, a quivering smile on her lips. “I thought you’d died. I thought you lived a normal life, my god what happened?”

“I should be saying the same thing to you,” You laughed quietly. “All those years ago, I read all about how you had died.” 

- You hugged each other again before you got a hold of yourselves and pulled away. You turned to look at Alistair and Esme acknowledged him fully for the first time. 

“My mate, Alistair.” You told her. 

“Boy do I have a surprise for you.”

- She smiled, laughing quietly as she took your hand and led you over to a group of vampires all with the same golden eyes. Edward was the first to come forward, offering you a smile, the confusion the rest of his” siblings” had was absent from his face. 

- You could feel Alistair behind you as you introduced yourself and tried to remember each of Esme’s “children's” names. Carlisle went to Esme’s side, telling the two of you that you should go somewhere private to properly reunite and catch up, that he’d talk to Alistair about what was in store for everyone. 

- You turned to look at your mate, a silent question on whether he was alright on his own. He gave you a reassuring nod and a soft smile, you beamed back at him as Esme took your hand and led you out of the room. 

[heartscfvalor]

“Let’s not get caught up in antiquated gender roles.”

Edythe Antonia Masen Cullen, 24, is the youngest of her rather large and unconventional family. Hailing originally from Chicago, she was orphaned due to a tragic accident that killed both of her parents, and left her severely wounded when she was a toddler, and it took nearly five months for her to make a recovery. In that timeframe, she was cared for by Doctor Carine Howard, a young and brilliant surgeon at the time, and eventually the good doctor’s heartstrings were pulled into adopting the girl. They lived in relative quiet peace for two years, before Carine met and fell in love with Earnest Cullen, and his niece and nephew, Royal and Jessamine Hale, whom he was raising after their own parents died due to illness. The couple married when Edythe was five years old, and the family relocated to Tennessee for a time, eventually acquiring two more foster children, Eleanor and Archie, before they moved a second time, all the way to Alaska, due to Carine’s expertise being needed at a hospital in Anchorage.

Growing up, Edythe was considered an oddity among many of her peers, being unusually intense and sensitive to the thoughts of others. As a result, she doesn’t really have a lot of friends beyond her “siblings”, though she considers Archie to be her favorite brother, as they have a bond that transcends the kind she has with the others, as well as his uncanny ability to predict the future. Often times, it’s as if they can read each other’s minds, with Archie sharing his visions and Edythe experiencing the world in a way that so few ever do.

Carine and Earnest are very loving and patient parents, and they encourage their children to learn and try new things at every opportunity, resulting in Edythe discovering that she is a musical prodigy thanks to her diagnosis for synesthesia; for her, it’s relatively mild, as she can see colors while she plays music, and can hear music while looking at colors. While it’s stronger when music is involved, every sound Edythe hears becomes a color to her vision, and vice versa.

After graduating high school, Edythe did about two years at the University of Alaska, before deciding to leave the nest in order to truly see what the world has to offer. She’s been accepted at the University of California just to get her feet wet, and she finds life in a more sunny state to be a little overstimulating, but she enjoys it nonetheless. 

Positive Traits: Ambitious, intelligent, fiercely loyal Negative Traits: Has quite the temper, is a bit closed off, intense.

Connections:

Belle Delacroix: Roommate. Edythe thinks Belle is very sweet in personality, and she likes her tastes in books, though she does often get into trouble.

Joe Hardy: Roommate. This is definitely a strange one. As lovable a goofball he is, Joe has a sort of aura that makes Edythe side eye him sometimes, and she’s not entirely sure she buys the whole “psychic” business, but...he has an intuition that’s rather uncanny. He reminds her of Archie in some ways, and thus they become decent friends.

Cecelia Carter: Roommate. A very sweet and hardworking woman, in Edythe’s opinions. Due to Edythe not sleeping often, she is normally the only one awake when Cecelia returns home from odd hours at the hospital, and she always gives the woman some tea and a chance to talk about her shift before heading off for bed.

Rapunzel Carter: Neighbor. Very bubbly and friendly; Edythe likes her energy, though she’s heard some crazy stories about the blonde in question.

Serena Carlisle: Neighbor. A dancer, someone that Edythe can enjoy spending time with. Multiple times she has helped Serena prepare for dance recitals by playing music on her piano for her to dance to.

Anakin Skywalker: Neighbor. Another odd one. Edythe has heard him screaming at odd hours of the night, and several times she’s found him sleep walking the hallways, usually with objects in hand that don’t belong to him. She quietly thanks her lucky stars that she’s not his roommate.

Beau Swan: Neighbor. A naturally shy and clumsy lad, but with a heart of gold. Edythe is a little bit more than entranced with how blue his eyes are. Shut up, it’s not a crush.

[starboymp3]

okay but charlie’s big old crush on carlisle will never not be funny........... and fucking adorable,,, like, the first time bella talks about the cullens he literally gets so Angry that people don't like them very much.......he literally yells about it: “Dr. Cullen is a brilliant surgeon who could probably work in any, hospital in the world, make ten times the salary he gets here,” he continued, getting louder. “We're lucky to have him — lucky that his wife wanted to live in a small town. He's an asset to the community”,,, like, alright we get it you're in Love . also,

bella: *talks about how pretty the kids are*

charlie: yOU SHOULD SEE THE DOCTOR

i get it tho lmao

“It's a good thing he's happily married. A lot of the nurses at the hospital have a hard time concentrating on their work with him around” uhuh i don't think only the nurses are whipped for the man, chief swan... he even got mad at billy, his best friend, when he heard that they weren't going to the hospital since carlisle started working there... and when he hears that bella went over to “dR. CuLLeN's pLacE”? he literally drops his fork lmao @ charlie same..... and at the end of the book, after the james incident, “he was almost worshipfully grateful” toward carlisle,,, wOrshipfully...... like,,,,, hhhhsame ,,,,

[magnificent-cullen]

Reunion

Carmen and Esme reunite.

Wc - 1079

The dark blanket of the night swallowed up the blue day, white glimmering circles of light dotted seamlessly around it. The cold air nipped at her cheekbones and wrapped in her arms in an old friend's embrace. One she'd love to forget. It'd been a quiet evening so far, the only really interesting thing being the stars in the sky and the passing cars.

Perhaps the night would change, however Carmen could never be sure. The rooftop of her house was a perfect place to observe what goes on below – yet there never seemed to be anything interesting enough to even do a double take to. Even the brilliant painting of the sky seemed to bore her.

Pulling her cardigan tighter around herself, Carmen hummed thoughtfully as she stared out at the trees far ahead of her. Most were evergreen, though the faintest hint of orange was growing at the roots. It appeared as though autumn was dawning, the leaves all over the ground a telltale sign of the prettiest season of all. 

There was nothing quite like the third season of the year – the fashion and the endless cycle of cold sunny days and violent storms all happening in one day were two of Carmen's favourite things about it. (Not to mention, of course, the fact that your breath is visible because of the cold air – it always brings a kick of nostalgia to when she'd pretend to be her mother smoking excessively in the living room on Friday afternoons when she was too young to understand why.)

With a gentle sigh, she looked out over the roof again, her hands shaking to battle the stiffening cold. Scanning the pavement, her green eyes caught several figures walking in a group. Excessively intrigued, she leaned closer, her eye twitching at the sudden pungent smell in the air. The group were ghostly pale, Carmen telling so from their reflection in the lampposts.

Must be some sort of cult.

Without managing to topple over to the ground she leaned even closer, unfortunately catching the eye of two. They both looked directly at her, a harsh blush decorating Carmen's cheeks as she quickly looked away. She got up to leave, however a certain someone caught her eye.

A quick glance and that's all it took for them to lock eyes, the angel burning scarlet and burying herself into the attic window and back into the house.

☆☆☆☆☆

After that, it'd been relatively quiet in the little town. Aside from the occasional celestial visitor, of course, but Carmen had learned how to deal with them before people started noticing. That's what small towns give you, she supposes. However, whatever cult had moved here had caught her interest long enough, enough for her to take even the smallest of actions.

The sun may have been shining, however the piercing cold wind still flowed through the air. The moon was out, as expected for an early autumn morning, the pale crescent hanging in the sky — contrasting heavily with the blue sky. This time of the morning, strangely, was when Carmen stepped out of her house and went on a walk.

And so, with her coat wrapped tightly around her, she walked quickly down the pavement – fumbling with her headphones and she briskly made her way to nowhere. Funnily enough, she'd never minded the cold. In fact, she quite liked it.

Cars of all colours cruised past her, Carmen paying no mind and continuing to walk. The smell of exhaust was a comfort to her, in a way, it reminded her of when times were simpler. Maybe it wasn't a good thing that petrol reminded her of her childhood, but it's not like she really understood the severity of it.

That pungent smell leaked through the air again and she paused, looking out at the cars briefly. One was driving particularly slow – a bright red convertible. She glanced over and sniffed delicately, frowning at the fixed stare the person driving had.

Very much a cult, then.

Once the car had passed, Carmen relaxed, continuing her walk with a little more haste.

☆☆☆☆☆

The next day, she'd seen them again. This time, it was a little more than just a brief glance. 

The uncomfortable sterility of the hospital corridors made Carmen shiver – that, along with the distant smell of death that never really disappeared. Perhaps she shouldn't be here, yet there wasn't anything that could stop her.

Taking a sharp turn, she sent a short wave to one of the nurses before stopping in front of a set of double doors. Emblazoned on them, were the words: Intensive Care Unit. With a breathy sigh, she opened one of the doors and entered quietly.

As soon as she stepped in, Carmen immediately wanted to leave. She knew the steady beeping meant well, yet it was only an announcement of victory. A Doctor she didn't recognize was in there, reading through Valentina's notes. When he noticed her hesitation, he smiled and gestured to come in. "Hello, I'm Dr. Cullen. You must be Miss. Goldstein?"

It a took a few seconds to respond before she nodded, a smile on her face. "Yes, that's me. How… How is she?" Carmen didn't even want to look at her sister's ghastly pale face, let alone be close to her. 

"Ms. Goldstein is doing quite well, I'm sure the surgery did a great measure on her." He watched Carmen hesitantly cross over to the bed and sit down. "I assume you're related?"

"Yes. Val's my sister." With a shaking hand, Carmen reached out to brush Valentina's hair out of her face, her eyes glossing over with tears. "I- I should probably go. I don't want to wake her up or anything."

Before Carlisle could protest, she'd already gotten up and left, quietly shutting the door behind her.

☆☆☆☆☆

The car park was unusually empty, it being too early for anyone (who doesn't work there) to be visiting. Only a few cars, including hers, were sat parked in the spaces.  Briskly, she walked with her head down, staring down at the pavement ahead. 

It was all going good, until she collided with a much shorter body who was walking in front of her. "Oh! Sorry."

She quickly moved away, pausing to look back at the unlucky person. The pungent smell was back again, even stronger with the close proximity. She raised an eyebrow, recognising her right away.

"Oh."

[fogmade-a]

a petition to make c.arlisle c.ullen come originally from Scotland

[specialagentlokitty]

Can I get a matchup for Marvel, Teen Wolf, Twilight, My Hero Acadamia, Supernatural, Lord of the Rings, Hobbit, The Umbrella Academy, Dictir Who, and Brooklyn Nine-Nine? You only have to do the ones that you can figure out a ship for. I am 5'7, shoulder length hair dyed red, slightly overweight, and I am bisexual. I love to read and write stories. I love to listen to classical music and Broadway and musicals. 1/3 sorry about all the fandoms, again you can skip whatever you want.

Marvel - MJ

MJ has all sorts of hate as well, so she’s with you on that, someone being offensive? They have both of you to worry about.

She doesn’t care that you’re slightly overweight, she loves you for your personality, that’s important for her. She doesn’t like groups, so she won’t force you into groups and if she sees you panicking she’s quick to get you out of there.

She’s seen you pissed and has to admit it’s scary and to her it’s hot too, she loves seeing you scare other people, and she’s always down to take things slow if that’s what helps her and if you need to talk she’s there too

Teen wolf - Stiles stilinski

Stiles was in love with Lydia for a while, but as soon as he met you that changed, and he found someone who actually saw him.

He asked you out, and you asked to take things slow, you didn’t tell him why but he agreed, hoping you’d tell him when you were ready.

He picked up on your anxiety pretty fast and he’s careful not to make you do anything that could make you panic and he keeps an eye on you in huge groups and in school he’s always at your side, his hand in yours.

He gets terrified when you’re pissed, he thinks you’re scary and stays well out of your way when your angry. He’s even resorted to hiding behind Scott prayin scotts werewolfness would save him.

He thinks you have a beautiful singing voice even if you don’t think so and always asks you to sing for him

Twilight - Carlisle Cullen

Carlisle has been around a while, so when he first started dating you he had a feeling that you’d been in a few bad relationships and it was him that offered to take things slow.

He always buys you little gifts and such, and when you panic he’s always there to calm you down and take you away from the group.

He enjoys listening to musicals with you, and especially loves to listen to classical and dance around the place with you, he loves it, he loves holding you in his arms.

He’s a vampire so seeing you pissed doesn’t scare him, but he always tries to calm you down and take you away just so you don’t do or say anything that may make things worse.

He’s gentle, loving, caring, kind, he’s brilliant and he’s always going to be there to support and love you

My hero academia - Izuku Midoriya

This softy cried when he found out what had happened in your past, you cried and held you tightly telling you he’d never let anything like that happen to you ever again.

He can be pretty shy and awkward so when it comes to helping you with your anxiety he’s not very good but he tries and that’s what counts right?

Deku loves music, so he’s down to listen to whatever you want to listen too, classical or musicals and if you sing around him, he spends the rest of the day smiling brightly.

Now, when you get pissed, he’s scared but he stands by your side because if you’re angry clearly you have a reason to be.

Overall he’s just a huge softy who loves you to bits and wants to keep you safe no matter what

Supernatural - Sam Winchester

Sam understands your need to take the relationship slow and he does, because you’re the first person he’s been with since Jess.

He always asks before kissing you, hugging you, even holding your hand, especially when your panicking. But with him being a hunter and wanted by every federal organisation, so you don’t really get into a group with others, it’s usually just you, Sam, Dean and Cas.

He likes how calm classical music is, and he asks you to dance every time, and when it comes to musicals he asks to watch whatever t came from first.

There isn’t much reason you’d get pissed, but if you do Sam stays out of your way to let you calm down and he buys you you’re favourite food for when you calm down

Lord of the rings - Aragorn

He’s sad when you asks to take things slow because of the past, but he understands.

Aragorn spends time letting you know he loves you, getting you things and keeping you safe. He loved how you accepted he hobbits immediately and how you mothered them.

When you started to panic because of how big a group was, he took you away, hugged you tightly until you calmed down and kiss you softly when you were read, he’s very gentle with you, as if you were glass that could break

The hobbit - Fili Durin

Fili is a lot like Aragorn, he’s shocked you love him but he’s happy because you’re perfect, even if you are way taller than him (much to his embarrassment)

He loves every bit about you, he adores you.

He wants to kill the people that hurt you, but doesn’t show any sort of anger or bad emotion near you in case he scares you, and if your angry he tries to cheer you up, no matter how many chilling glares you send his way

The umbrella academy - Vanya

Vanya is very gentle, shy and awkward. She’s not used to someone loving her or giving her attention, so you’ll have to give her time.

She’ll be the one asking to take things slowly, and you’d be more than happy to agree. She likes to hold your hand and she shyly kissed your cheek, and she’s reluctant to introduce you to her family, but when she does everyone’s happy, since she can play the violin she often plays for you.

She tells you about her past, and you tell her about yours, and that’s how you bonded. Over he fact neither of you had felt love, and you both started to fix each other, picking up the pieces.

She get nervous when you’re angry, but after you reassure hernit wasn’t at her and she feels a bit better, and since she doesn’t like people you don’t have to worry about groups

Doctor who - Clara Oswald

Clara is a teacher, she’s seen and encountered students with anxiety like yours, so she knows pretty well how to help you through it and won’t force you to go anywhere you can’t.

She also understands you need to take things slow so that’s what you both do, even when the doctor tries to meet you, she refuses to let him until you’re ready.

You and Clara often read to classical music and you watch a lot of musicals when she’s not busy, everything is this relationship is trust, love and fairness

Brooklyn nine nine - Rosa Diaz

Rosa is a badass, so you can bet she hunted down the people who hurt you and she hurt them, not only to try make you feel better, but so she knew they paid the price.

She isn’t big of PDA but for you she’ll hold your hand and let you kiss her cheek, and behind closed doors she the most loving person and showers you with affection.

She isn’t big on musicals or classical music but she tries for you, but she just can’t do it, she doesn’t like it.

She loves you though, you can bet on it, though she wouldn’t admit to anyone but you, she loves you and she’ll take care of you

[ofcursedmiinds]

the mirrors surrounding you did as they were meant to, reflecting back a spitting image of CHRIS EVANS  -  but it’s clear something is wrong from the moment that a vision of OF BEING PART OF THE VULTURI strikes you.  perhaps it was a passing daydream in the frenzy of the funhouse. you reassure yourself  -  you’re CARLISLE CULLEN,  a THIRTY-EIGHT OLD GENERAL SURGEON whose virtue lies in your + COMPASSION & + PATIENCE, although you’ve been told that you tend to be quite - PERFECTIONIST & - OBSESSIVE,  and you’re associated with STETHOSCOPE, TRAVELING AND PORTRAITS by those around you.  suddenly,  however,  you’ve found A WEDDING RING on your person - was that always there? from the moment you leave the funhouse,  memories from your life in TWILIGHT SAGA have begun to return - leaving whoever you had been before in the mirror’s reflection behind you.  you can almost hear HOW TO SAVE A LIFE by THE FRAY following in your wake. ( him/he & cis-male )

CANON LIFE

Carlisle Cullen was the son of an Anglican pastor. He was born sometime in 1640 in London, during a time of religious and political upheaval. His mother died giving birth to him. Carlisle's father and other pastors led hunts for werewolves, witches, and vampires, claiming that they were attempting to rid the world of evil and sin. Many a time, however, these groups would end up killing innocent citizens. As his father aged, Carlisle took over the raids. He was less at ease about killing as his father was, but he was intelligent enough to find a real coven of vampires inhabiting the sewers of London. Carlisle led the hunt after them, and in the chaos that ensued, he was attacked and left bleeding in the street by a vampire. Knowing what his father would do, Carlisle hid in a potato cellar for his painful transformation, emerging three days later as a vampire. Carlisle was repelled and horrified by what he had become and tried various ways of killing himself, including starvation, drowning, and jumping off cliffs. Eventually, he was so desperate for blood that while he was hiding in a cave in a forest he attacked and fed on a herd of passing deer. He found that he could survive off animal blood and he considered this much more humane than drinking the blood of a human, thereby killing them.

PERSONALITY &. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Carlisle is described as looking like a model. He has collar-length blond hair, is 6'2", with a well-toned medium frame, gentle eyes and was 23 when he was changed. He is described as looking like a movie star and Charlie (Bella's father) said that many nurses cannot concentrate on their work while he is around. 

Carlisle's most prominent personality trait is his compassion, which is what prompted him to practice his diet on animal blood and use his capabilities to help people in need instead of killing them.  His loneliness in the years before he changed Edward and his love for his "children" also indicate that, like Esme, he is very family-motivated. Carlisle is also very patient and non-judgmental. He has a passion for art collecting, reading, and medicine. He is also very curious about the unknown, such as the genetic makeup of the Quileute tribe. His peaceful and accepting nature has allowed him to make many friends, ranging from fellow vampires to humans and even werewolves, over the centuries. For a time, he was even willing to tolerate life amongst the Volturi, despite the marked contrast between his great compassion and Aro's callous disregard for human life - as shown, for example, when Aro dumped a profusely-bleeding human body outside the library where Carlisle was studying for no other reason than to test Carlisle's self-control.

LIFE IN ALUCARD

carlisle has spent most of his life in alucard ; or as long as he can remember . along with his adoptive son edward , they have been here for quite some time, carlisle is the head of general surgery in bellevue clinic . everyone in alucard ( or whoever works and knows him ) knows that carlisle is incredibly compassionate , sometimes even when it comes to his work ; yet these past few days he has been feeling a bit odd ,  surely must be something in the air.

"Dr. Cullen is a brilliant doctor who could probably work in any hospital in the world, make ten times the salary he gets here. We're lucky to have him. He's an asset to the community…" - charlie to bella in twlight