#Cullen Family

[ohmovie]

♪ Ooh, baby, don't you know I suffer? Ooh, baby, can't you hear me moan? ♪

TWILIGHT (2008) dir. Catherine Hardwicke

[shelbgrey]

Comedy short: fire safety with the Cullens

Paring: Cullen!Reader X Cullen!Family

Summary: just the Cullen children not talking anything serious.

A/n: based off a tic tok sound I found. I Don't know the original creator.

🩵Master list 🩵Emmett cullen story 🩵Eleazar Story

“Esme and I gathered you all here today to go over what we do if there's a fire in the house” carlisle stated.

“I'm running away as fast as I can, and if your in my way I'm gonna push you” Emmett joked.

“how about we go to the nearest window and jump?” y/n asked.

“no” carlisle said plainly. “we will all calm down and line up quietly” carlisle said like it was so obvious.

“you want us to stay happy and joyful while we burn?” Rose asked getting annoyed.

Y/n and Alice snickered as carlisle slowly started to get annoyed with his 'children'.

“'line up quietly'” Jasper said in his best carlisle impression. “is the fire sleeping?” he asked.

Ignoring Jasper, Carlisle continued to talk. “if everyone starts screaming I can't take a head count on who's missing”

“do a head count while everyone is burning?” Emmett aksed.

Esme rolled her eyes. “What if everyone started running and someone behind you trips and falls?” she hopped for a real awnser, she didn't get one.

“that's there fault, they should have run faster” Jasper said.

Carlisle sighed, getting annoyed. “you know what? We're just gonna hide under furniture”

“what's the fire doing? Playing hide and seek?” y/n asked. Edward chuckled.

“and we will be Leaving everything in the house” carlisle added, getting more iratated.

“no exceptions” Esme added.

“okay 'dad'” Edward started. “do you want pay for my CDs, books, and my piano?”

Trying not to laugh, y/n spoke up. “Dad do you want to pay for my funko pop collection and all my Elvis records? Beacuse I'll bring the whole shelf with me if I have too”

“I'm not leaving my jewelry behind, you know who much all that stuff cost?” Rosalie added.

“my god” Esme sighed.

“we will calm down beacuse I won't open the door until we're in a nice and tity line” Carlisle said.

“what if one of us is burning?” Edward asked.

“he's gonna tell us 'cAlM dOwN honEY`” Emmett joked.

“no he's gonna tell us to stop, drop, and roll” Edward snickered. Esme looks at carlisle trying not to giggle.

“how about we tie you to a chair and let you burn” Rosalie said getting annoyed.

“Rosalie Hale!” Esme said sternly, everyone eles started laughing while carlisle sighed in dispontment.

“do you think Eleazar and Carmen dose this with Gerett and the girls?” y/n aksed.

“no beacuse they're normal” Rosalie said making us all laugh.

[cullenedward]

he's so edward cullen

[inky-writing]

MIRAGE MASTERLIST

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 5.1

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Coming soon

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Platonic Yandere Cullen family x sibling reader (headcanons)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[goiterinthegullet]

favorite thing about Twilight is how the Cullen family feels like a bunch of strangers who got trapped together on long-ass road trip and bonded on the way but are still really unsure of how to match literally anyone else's vibe

[lunastwilightblog]

[zapreportsblog]

How would (any twilight character) react to reader having a tongue piercing?

Oooh a reaction :) how wonderful so ima do the Cullen family for this one

Edward Cullen :

Edward Cullen might express concern or disapproval since he tends to be protective of those he cares about. He would likely worry about the potential risks or discomfort associated with tongue piercings. However, his reaction would ultimately depend on the dynamics of their relationship and how open they are to discussing such matters.

Esme Cullen :

Esme Cullen would likely react with her characteristic warmth and acceptance. She might inquire about (y/n)'s decision and show genuine interest in their feelings. Her response would likely be supportive, emphasizing that (y/n) should make choices that make them happy while also ensuring their well-being.

Carlisle Cullen :

Carlisle Cullen would likely react with an open-minded and understanding demeanor. He's known for his calm and rational approach. He might express curiosity about (y/n)'s decision and inquire about their reasons. While he might have some concerns about potential health or safety issues, he would likely focus on having an open and respectful conversation to ensure that (y/n) is making choices they're comfortable with.

Emmett Cullen :

Emmett Cullen would probably have a playful and light-hearted reaction to (y/n) having a tongue piercing. He might tease them in a good-natured way, cracking jokes and making fun comments. However, deep down, he would likely be supportive of their decision and respect their choices. His reaction would likely involve a mix of humor and camaraderie.

Rosalie Hale :

Rosalie Hale might have a more skeptical or critical reaction to (y/n) having a tongue piercing. She's known for her strong opinions and can be protective of those she cares about. She might express concerns about the potential risks or question the motivation behind the decision. However, her reaction could vary depending on her relationship with (y/n) and whether she's willing to have an open conversation about it.

Alice Cullen :

Alice Cullen would likely react with curiosity and excitement about (y/n) having a tongue piercing. She has a fun and adventurous personality, so she might see it as a unique and interesting choice. She might even playfully imagine how it could impact their future decisions. Overall, her reaction would likely be positive and open-minded, focusing on (y/n)'s individuality and expressing her support for their choices.

Jasper Hale :

Jasper Hale might have a more reserved and thoughtful reaction to (y/n) having a tongue piercing. Given his empathetic nature, he might be attuned to any discomfort or unease that (y/n) might feel due to the piercing. He could be concerned about their well-being and might offer calming and reassuring words. Jasper's response would likely reflect his consideration for (y/n)'s emotions and his desire to ensure their comfort.

[aesthetictw]

☽ twilight aesthetic ☽

[kyrithenerd]

EMMETT CULLEN HEADCANONS

"Hey honey, what's this?" At everything you do

he's defo a teddy bear

Constantly hugging you

Kind of pda, bro genuinely can't stop being next to you

Sends you gym pics

"Honey look how much can I squat" or sum like that

Always says you're perfect, doesn't care about weight or anything

He's a goofball so he has a hard time realizing when he should be serious

Guard dog vibes, won't let you get hurt

At school he makes sure (if you're not against it) that your relationship is top gossip

If you're an artist he's next to you watching you sketch

Has bro-nights with Jasper and Edward, but he still sends you pics

If you're human, he takes a long time to tell you that he's a vampire, he's afraid that you reject him for it

If you're a vampire, hunting dates are a MUST

Showers you with Chocholate (or whatever sweets you like)

"Honey check out this new recipe I found" FOR SOME REASON I JUST SEE HIM AD A COOK. He defo cooks even if both of you are vampires, if you're human... Oh boy.. he constantly gives you what he cooks

Travels with you a lot of times

If you're a werewolf, he calls out Rosalie for calling you a mutt. Homey doesn't tolerate wolf-racism.

Tries to get close to Charlie (if he's ur dad) and actually manages to get liked by him.... After months of trying

Buys you flowers, he's a gentleman (he sometimes ruins the bouquet but he tries)

Surprisingly clumsy

He loves how you get along with his family, especially Alice, obviously.

Wears matching outfits with you<3

He's such a jock that it's hard to tell he's a vampire

"Honey are you cold?" Whenever you're cuddling

Calls you honey all the time if you didn't notice already

Totally black cat x golden retriever duo

Constantly asked you what he should wear

Always compliments you

Kills the bugs for you, strong guy you got there.

Absolutely the jealous type, duh

Picks you up and spins you around bc he can

You guys move in together after getting married (obvi)

When he spotted you walking down the aisle, the others swore he teared up (even if vampires can't)

Got so mesmerized almost forgot to repeat his vows

If he gets you to go to the gym with him he flexes like crazy trying to show off

That's all for today, if you'd like something requests are open<3

[drcarlisecullen]

I'm Carlisle.

[raebiis]

Something about the Twilight vampires has been keeping me up at night- specifically Edward and Bella’s relationship.

Okay, so hear me out. There’s sort of an assumption made about vampires in-universe because the Cullens being vegetarian is so different from the norm. But also, they can’t have been so completely wrong if they’re actually able to survive on animal blood, right?

It’s even in the name “vegetarian vampires”. The assumption being that once a human turns into a vampire, they become so far removed from humanity as a species that eating them isn’t considered, like, ‘unforgivable’ or a form of cannibalism. There’s not even a real moral struggle for most. Because feeding from a human for Twilight vampires means killing them 100% of the time, right?

Other vampires in media are given a choice- it comes down to their morality. In other words, they’re closer to human in the fact that they rely on personal beliefs (and the general apathy of time) to tell them how they should consume blood. It doesn’t mean killing the human every time they feed, but they might still choose to do so.

Uh, because I feel like I made that more convoluted than I intended, I’ll boil it down to this: Twilight vampires kill humans every time they feed, but vegetarianism is incredibly rare (even though it’s possible) because guilt/empathy is even rarer. Other media vampires still struggle with the morality of it, and usually choose not to kill the human (or switch to animals) unless their age begins to affect apathy upon them… or they were always murderous, even before turning.

So Twilight vampires don’t feel (or rarely feel) empathy for humans… because they’re so far from human that it doesn’t even register in their brain as an issue, most of the time.

So would that make Edward and Bella’s relationship more fucked up than just Bella boinking a dead guy? Do other vampires in-universe think Edward’s committing bestiality?

Tl;Dr. Is Edward committing bestiality (in other vampire’s opinions) when he sleeps with Bella before she becomes a vampire?

[shelbgrey]

Not many people write for Twilight anymore! I'd love to see the Cullens(separate) with a mate that has a young child in her care. Could be her own or she adopted the child when her parents(family friends of hers with no other family) passed away. Thinking she'd be about 18 and the kid is 2 yrs old. Please and thank you!!!

Cats in the cradle(Cullen family)

Paring: mother!Reader X OC!Child, Mate!Reader X Cullens(separate)

Carlisle cullen:

You had a son named Jason from a previous relationship. His father is a good dad but the relationship between you and him didn't end well.

Carlisle first interaction with Jason was when he broke his arm on the playground and had to get a cast.

When you and carlisle do start your relationship carlisle works hard to be a good father figure and you can tell he genuinely cares for him.

Like I said before his real dad is a good dad but he's not around much which causes Jason to he closer to carlisle is some ways.

If your son is in Marching band or sports, what ever the case is carlisle will go see your son do what he dose best.

Carlisle would do anything for your kid. He wants to play baseball he'll teach him, he wants to watch a movie carlisle would build a theater room for him. Carlisle spoils him.

Carlisle protects him and you both from the supernatural world as long as he can.

Carlisle asked Jason what he thought about marrying you and Jaosn was over the moon excited. He got to be carlisle best man and everything.

Jason will call him pops or old-man.

As he gets older he'll start wanting to be around Carlisle more and even wants to go to medical school like him.

Emmett cullen:

Your the oldest Clearwater sibling and you have a five year old sister named Lily who turned five when your dad died.

She's been around Emmett since she was two and she's always loved him. At first Emmett would be scared to be around her or hurt her.

It didn't matter to her cus' she'd always follow him around when she was with you guys.

She'll always want to play games with him and help work on cars with him.

She thinks he's a giant and thinks of him as a big brother.

When Harry died all she wanted to do was be around you guys. At the funeral Emmett held her as she cried.

Emmett always knows how to make her laugh. You can't take those two anywhere 😂

Those two have millions of inside jokes

Edward cullen:

You Became a teen mom unexpectedly and the father of your daughter Phenox couldn't care less.

You we're embarrassed to tell your new boyfriend Edward about the situation, not about your daughter(you loved everything about her) but mostly the stuff leading up to your bundle of joy.

Edward didn't care and wanted to be a the father to her like Carlisle had done for him.

Sometimes he'll do the wrong thing with good ententions. Like if your daughter wants to watch a horror movie he'll let her so she's happy. The down fall is her nightmares. He'll balme himself for a couple of days and keep apologizing to you both.

She loves to when he reads to her. His voice is calming in her opinion.

He's very over protective.

Her mind makes him laugh. It's always thinking of something joyful or silly.

At some point she calls him dad and he's over the moon about it. The family has never seen him so happy.

Jasper Hale:

About two years into your relationship your aunt and uncle died unexpectedly. They left behind your three year old cousin Lucas, and thats where you and Jasper come in.

When you got the call about becoming his legal guardian you didn't hesitate. Jasper was a little nervous about, but he wasn't gonna say no.

When you first brought him home Jasper had no idea what to do, he's never been around a kid that age before. Maybe Renesmee but she was only three for about four days and he was gone all that time.

Lucas settled in with the family quickly and over time Jasper and him grew super close.

Lucas loves history so he's always wanting war stories from Jasper.

Jasper would do anything for the kid and thinks he's the only pure thing in his life.

He strives to be a better person because of Lucas.

And Jasper thinks lucas is his kid no matter if they Share the Same blood or not.

Esme Cullen:

Esme is a mother at heart so she immediately took your two year old son under her wing.

She loves Danny with all her heart and felt she finally had a family.

Danny loves helping her with anything and everything. He just wants to be around her.

Sometimes you joke Danny loves her more than you.

Danny calls her mommy and you mama.

He feels so lucky to have two amazing moms like you two.

Rosalie Hale:

You Became the Gardian of your little brother Tom after your parents lost him through CPS. Knowing how awful your parents are you immediately brought him home with you to the Cullen.

Carlisle said he could move in mean he'd be around Rose more often. Rose always wanted to be a mom so she immediately took the roll as the amazing step-mom

She always wants to babysit and take care of him. She'll get him anything that his heart wants.

She'll read to him every night and if he wants to sleep your guys bed he will.

Tom loves her and thinks of her as a amazing step mom but still sees you as his sister. When he got older you explained everything to him. After that he didn't care and still saw you guys as his care givers and loving parents.

Alice Cullen:

Can't say much about this one. You have a Son named Owen and it was totally unexpected when Alice started dating you.

She's not awful to him at all it's just she doesn't know how to interact with him.

They have small talk if it's just the two of them but other than that is not fun to be together with out you.

Over time the two got used to each other but at the same time the two bickered.

Alice truly dose love him like her own son but doesn't know how to show it. She's protective and over time it annoys Owen.

You and Alice have had fights about owen but it's never serious. Owen and Alice relized they had to learn to live together if they want to be with you so they did.

Other than that Alice and owen are cool with each other, they're just not as close as you wished they were.

[twilightsourceinforks]

[inky-writing]

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Warnings: mention of death, of dead people, pagan holiday, ESME, anyway, its long, sorry for any typo...

Word count: 3,399

Book II - Chapter 4: Yule secrets

December 2005

The Christmas season had settled over Forks, though the cheer it brought seemed muted in the Swan household. Bella, still a ghost of herself, rarely left her room. She avoided the festive decorations lining the streets and the cheery music playing in stores, retreating deeper into her sadness. When she did speak, it was in short answers to Charlie or Y/N, never more than what was strictly necessary.

Y/N tried to remain optimistic, but it was hard to ignore the weight of the silence that hung over their house. Bella wasn’t the only one struggling, though Y/N’s struggles were far different.

The strange occurrences that had plagued her life in recent months had only grown more bizarre. Objects still appeared seemingly out of nowhere whenever she thought about them, and the black cat continued to follow her wherever she went, its orange eyes watching her intently.

One cold afternoon in early December, Y/N decided to pick up groceries after school. Charlie had forgotten his list on the kitchen counter that morning, and she figured she could knock it out quickly before heading home.

The supermarket was crowded, filled with shoppers stocking up for the holidays. Y/N wove her way through the aisles with her cart as she ticked off items on the list. Milk, eggs, bread, canned soup, cereals… it was all mundane, but it was a welcome distraction from the strange whirlwind her life had become.

As she rounded a corner into the baking supplies aisle, she bumped into an elderly woman.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” Y/N said, stepping back quickly.

The woman smiled faintly, her piercing grey eyes twinkling with an odd intensity. “No need to apologize, dear.”

Y/N couldn’t help but stare. The woman was very old, her face was lined with deep wrinkles, her skin papery and thin, but there was something about her that seemed… ageless. Her hair, though streaked with white, hung long and thick over her shoulders, and her posture was surprisingly straight for someone her age.

But what really caught Y/N’s attention was the necklace around the woman’s neck.

It was almost identical to the one Y/N wore, except the stone in its center was a glowing white, almost translucent, apophyllite instead of amethyst. The intricate metalwork surrounding the stone was the same, though, delicate spirals and runes that seemed far older than anything you’d find in a modern jewelry store.

The woman noticed Y/N’s gaze and smiled again, this time with an air of knowing. “You have questions,” she said simply.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

The woman nodded toward the amulet around Y/N’s neck. “About that.”

Instinctively, Y/N’s hand flew to the necklace, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the amethyst. “How do you know?”

The woman tilted her head, her smile never wavering. “Because I’ve seen others like you before.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Others like me? What do you mean?”

The woman’s gaze seemed to pierce straight through her. “It’s not something we should discuss here. The walls have ears.” She reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a small slip of paper, writing something on it before pressing it into Y/N’s hand. “If you want answers, come here tomorrow at noon.”

Before Y/N could say another word, the woman turned and walked away, disappearing around the corner of the aisle.

Y/N stared at the slip of paper in her hand. It had an address scrawled on it, along with the word Tomorrow underlined twice.

Her mind raced. Who was this woman? How did she know about the amulet? And what did she mean?

When she finally left the supermarket, her hands were shaking.

The house was quiet when Y/N returned, save for the faint hum of the television in the living room. Charlie was watching a football game, his feet propped up on the coffee table. Bella’s door was shut, as usual.

“Got everything on the list?” Charlie asked without looking away from the screen.

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, setting the bags on the kitchen counter.

She put the groceries away mechanically, her thoughts consumed by the encounter at the supermarket. She considered telling Charlie about the old woman but decided against it. He would probably just tell her to stay away from strangers, and she didn’t have the energy to argue.

Instead, she retreated to her room, locking the door behind her.

Sitting on her bed, she pulled out the slip of paper and stared at the address. Her fingers brushed against the amulet at her neck, and for the first time, she wondered if it had been a mistake to start wearing it.

The black cat was sitting outside the house again, its orange eyes glowing in the moonlight at it starred intently at her window.

The next morning dawned cold and misty, the kind of day where the fog clung to the ground and muted the world. Y/N couldn’t shake the unease that had settled in her chest since her encounter with the old woman at the supermarket the previous evening. The slip of paper with the address sat on her nightstand, the handwriting etched into her mind as though it carried some weight she didn’t yet understand.

By mid-morning, her curiosity got the best of her. Putting on her leather jacket, scarf, and gloves, she grabbed the paper and slipped out of the house, leaving a note for Charlie saying she was going to run errands. Bella wouldn’t notice her absence, she hadn’t noticed much of anything since the Cullens had left.

The address led Y/N to the outskirts of Forks, down a narrow dirt road flanked by pines. She had almost convinced herself she’d gone the wrong way when she spotted the house.

It was small, like something out of an old storybook. Vines twisted around the wooden porch posts, and colorful, wildflowers grew in neat beds around the yard, defying the snow. Smoke curled from the chimney, and the faint scent of lavender and sage drifted through the air.

Y/N hesitated at the gate, her fingers brushing against the amulet at her neck. For a moment, she thought about turning back. Then, the door opened, and the old woman stepped out onto the porch.

“I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind,” the woman said, her voice carrying a touch of amusement.

Y/N took a deep breath and walked through the gate.

Inside, the house was warm and cozy, a contrast to the chill outside. The air was filled with the scent of herbs and spices, and every surface was covered in books, jars, and trinkets.

“Sit down, dear,” the woman said, gesturing to a sage green sofa.

Y/N sat, her eyes darting around the room. The woman moved about the kitchen, setting out two delicate teacups and a teapot.

“I imagine you have questions,” the woman said, her back to Y/N as she reached for a jar of tea leaves.

“A few,” Y/N admitted.

The woman smiled. “We’ll get to them. But first, let’s have some tea.”

She carried the teapot to the table and set it down. That’s when things took a turn.

As Y/N watched, the teapot tipped itself, pouring steaming tea into one of the cups. Then it straightened and moved to the second cup, repeating the action before settling back in place.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “What the…?!”

Before she could finish her sentence, the room spun around her. Her vision blurred, and the last thing she saw before everything went black was the old woman rushing to her side.

When Y/N opened her eyes, she was lying on the couch. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and the same warm, herbal scent filled the air. The old woman was sitting in a chair nearby, her hands folded in her lap.

“You fainted,” the woman said, her voice calm. “I suppose I shouldn’t have let the teapot serve itself. It’s been a long time since we’ve had someone new in the family.”

“Family?” Y/N sat up slowly, her head pounding.

The woman smiled gently. “Yes, my dear. I suppose I should introduce myself properly. My name is Callista. I’m your grandmother’s sister, your grand-aunt, if you will.”

Y/N stared at her, the words struggling to sink in. “Did you… knew my mom?”

Callista nodded, her expression tinged with sadness. “I did. Though I haven’t seen since she left. She left the family when she reached eighteen, determined to marry your father despite our objections.”

“Why did you object?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Callista sighed. “Because your father wasn’t one of us. Your mother came from a long line of witches, Y/N. Magic runs in your veins, just as it does in mine. But your father was human, and your grandmother feared their union would weaken our legacy.”

Y/N’s heart ached at the thought of her parents. “So she left?”

“She did,” Callista said softly. “She chose love over tradition, if I must say. And though it broke our hearts to lose her, I never blamed her for it. I guess she still practiced magic in her own way, even after she left, small things, I imagine. But she never contacted us again. Learning her death has been terrible… Your grandmother retreated into the Canadian forest just after, I don’t have news anymore…”

Callista paused, her gaze searching Y/N’s face. “And now, here you are.”

Callista then rose from her chair and disappeared into another room. When she returned, she was holding a large, black leather-bound book that looked extremely old. The cover was embossed with symbols and runes, and the edges of the pages were gilded.

“This,” Callista said, setting the book on the table in front of Y/N, “is your mother’s grimoire. It contains centuries of knowledge, spells, rituals, history, and things she added. She didn’t take it with her when she left. Everything you’ll need to understand who you are and what you’re capable of is in here.”

Y/N reached out hesitantly, her fingers brushing against the worn leather. “I don’t know if I can do this. It all seems so unreal.”

Callista placed a hand on her cheek. “You can. It’s in your blood. And you won’t be alone, I’ll help you, if you’ll let me.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. Everything Callista had said felt overwhelming, like stepping into a world she hadn’t even known existed. But at the same time, something deep inside her stirred, a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt in years.

“I’ll try,” she said finally, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her.

Callista smiled, her eyes gleaming with pride. “That’s all I ask, my dear. Now, let’s begin.”

Two weeks later

The days leading up to Christmas passed in quiet monotony for the Swan household. Bella still barely left her room, her absence a ghostly presence that hung over the house. Y/N tried not to let it affect her, but she could feel the tension like a weight pressing down on her.

Every week, Y/N made the trip to Callista’s house, and sometimes to the esoteric shop that Callista had introduced her to just days after they’d met. The shop was tucked into the edge of town, its windows filled with crystals, herbs, and candles. It smelled of incense and earth, a comforting combination that felt like home.

In the back room, Callista guided her through the basics of potion-making and telekinesis. Y/N’s progress with telekinesis was slow but steady; she could now move small objects across a table or float them in the air for brief moments.

Still, she felt the weight of her potential. Callista had assured her that her other abilities would reveal themselves when she was ready, but the anticipation gnawed at her.

And now with school out for winter break, Y/N spent her days trying to fill the silence. She and Charlie had fallen into a rhythm, dining together at the kitchen table, watching old movies on the couch, and decorating the house for Christmas. Charlie seemed grateful for her presence, though his worry about Bella was palpable.

The decorations they hung were simple: twinkling lights around the windows, garlands draped over the fireplace, and a tree they adorned with ornaments.

But Y/N couldn’t help but add her own touches. After hours spent pouring over the grimoire Callista had given her, she’d learned about the traditions of Yule and how closely they tied to her own magic.

She collected pinecones from the forest behind the house, stringing them together with cinnamon sticks and small bundles of rosemary to hang on the tree. She placed oranges studded with cloves in bowls around the house, their warm, spicy scent filling the air. And she crafted a wreath of evergreen branches to hang on the front door, weaving ribbons of gold and red through the boughs.

December 21st, 2005

By the time Yule arrived, Y/N had memorized the pages of her grimoire about the holiday. She knew that Yule marked the longest night of the year, a time when the veil between worlds was at its thinnest. It was a night to honor the dead, to reflect on the year past, and to welcome the returning light.

That evening, after a quiet dinner with Charlie, Y/N retreated to her room. She lit a small cluster of candles on her desk and opened her grimoire, sitting cross-legged on her bed with the book resting on her lap. The soft glow of the flames flickered across the pages as she practiced simple spells, her focus sharpening with each word spoken.

A faint meowling interrupted her concentration. She looked up, startled, and saw the black cat perched on the windowsill outside her room. Its orange eyes gleamed in the darkness, almost glowing.

“How did you even get up here?” she muttered, crossing the room to open the window.

The cat stepped inside with an air of ownership, leaping onto her bed and curling up on the knitted blanket. Y/N hesitated, then shrugged. “I guess you’re staying, then.”

The cat flicked its tail as if to confirm her words, its eyes watching her.

As the night wore on, the atmosphere in her room grew heavier, charged with energy. It was almost midnight, the hour when the veil between the living and the dead was said to be at its thinnest.

Y/N felt an inexplicable pull, a need to acknowledge the moment. She pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen, her hands trembling slightly as she began to write.

The first letter was to her mother. She wrote about the memories she could still recall, the warmth of her embrace, the sound of her laughter, the way she used to hum the same melody while cooking. She thanked her for the love and strength she had passed down, and for the magic that now felt like a lifeline.

The second letter was for her father. She wrote about how much she missed him, about how Charlie often reminded her of him. She told him about her life in Forks, about the struggles and the small moments of joy. She wished he could have been there to see her grow.

When she finished, she folded the letters carefully and placed them on the windowsill, letting the candlelight illuminate them.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, tears rolling on her cheeks. “For everything.”

The air in the room seemed to shift, a soft breeze brushing against her skin despite the closed window. The cat purred softly from its place on the bed, its eyes half-closed as if it, too, understood the significance of the moment.

As the clock struck midnight, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over her. She didn’t know what the future held, but for the first time, she felt more connected to her family, to her magic, to herself.

And as she lay down to sleep, the black cat curled up in her arms, its presence comforting.

Later that night

Y/N stirred awake around 3 a.m., the room quiet except for the soft purring of the black cat nestled in her arms. Its warmth was comforting, but her thoughts were anything but. Sleep had eluded her ever since the letters she’d written, and now her mind wandered, seemingly without direction.

But there was a pattern. A name. A face.

“Carlisle,” she murmured, almost afraid to say it aloud.

The thought came unbidden, like a whisper from deep inside her soul. She tried to push it away, but it lingered, persistent and nagging. Why was she thinking about him? It wasn’t as though she hadn’t thought of him before, he’d been so kind to her during the summer, so understanding. But this was different.

She wondered where he was. What he was doing. Was he with his family? The questions swirled in her mind, growing heavier with each passing second.

Then, for reasons she couldn’t explain, she felt something. It was faint at first, like the lightest tug on her heart, but it grew stronger, more defined. It felt as though there was an invisible string connecting her to him, a thread woven into the very fabric of her being.

She closed her eyes and imagined pulling on it, curious to see what would happen.

Carlisle’s pov

Thousands of miles away, in a quiet corner of London, Carlisle Cullen sat alone in the small flat he’d rented for the time being. The room was sparse, elegantly decorated with neutral tones and clean lines that reflected his meticulous nature. Yet, despite the calm surroundings, his mind was a storm.

Esme had left for Australia nearly two weeks ago, insisting she wanted to visit friends she hadn’t seen in decades. She had convinced him to stay behind, claiming she needed “girl time.” At first, he had acquiesced, not wanting to deny her something so simple.

But now, as he sat in the stillness of the night, he knew the truth. Esme was responsible for everything, her manipulations, her deceit. He had realised she had powers. He could feel it like a shadow pressing on his mind, the edges of it fraying at the seams. She hadn’t been able to maintain her hold entirely, and now he could see her actions for what they were.

Still, he hadn’t confronted her. Not yet. He needed time to think. About her lies, about how he now felt she wasn’t his mate. He hadn’t say anything to the others, but as each day passed, the weight of the truth bore down on him, and he felt increasingly alone.

He sighed, leaning back in the armchair as he gazed out the window at the city lights. His thoughts drifted to Y/N. He remembered her laughter, the way she’d looked at him with such trust, and the strange sense of peace he’d felt in her presence.

A sudden jolt broke through his reverie, a pull so sharp and undeniable that it made him sit up straight. His hand instinctively went to his chest as though the sensation were physical. It wasn’t pain, exactly, but an ache, a longing.

And then a whisper in his mind, soft but insistent.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 11 a.m. on December 22nd. The pull intensified, a silent demand that he couldn’t ignore.

“Forks,” he murmured, the word heavy with meaning.

He didn’t know why, but he knew he had to return. Even if just for a few days.

Y/Ns pov

Y/N opened her eyes after pulling on the string, the feeling of it fading into the back of her mind. The cat shifted in her arms, looking up at her with its piercing orange eyes.

“Did I... do something wrong?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The cat only blinked, purring louder as if to reassure her.

Y/N shook her head, trying to shake off the lingering sense of connection. Whatever had just happened, she couldn’t explain it. But for the first time in weeks, she felt a flicker of hope.

Chapter 5 >>>

Note: HEHE, so Carlisle is now aware of Esme, but, what will he do about it???

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[theconstellationprincess]

I watched twilight for the first time and. Thoughts have happened, mostly about Carlisle because he’s my favourite

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I think everyone in the Cullen family regresses, though at varying ages and frequencies.

Carlisle and Esme both caregive for their children and each other, but none of the others have any true inclination for caregiving. Within their pairs (Rosalie and Emmet, Alice and Jasper) they care for eachother in their own ways, but all of them are young/teenagers and bad at taking care of themselves, let alone each other, so adults are necessary.

Esme has an easier time regressing than Carlisle, who fears that everything will fall apart the moment he takes a break, and as such pushes himself to his breaking point regularly. Esme scolds him for it, but he hasn’t changed this particular bad habit yet.

Carlisle makes sure that his family have anything they could ever want or need, so every house they have is very well stocked with little supplies- pacifiers, stuffed animals, diapers, blankets, bottles- everything.

Carlisle is quite content to take care of his kids, regardless of age, and enjoys it truly. Esme as well, she likes mothering her children. The Cullen kids have mixed feelings about regression in general (which though happens in both humans and vampires, feels like something none of them would have done if Carlisle had not turned them.) but they tolerate Carlisle’s and Esme’s caregiving

Carlisle is the best out of all of them, at caregiving. He’s very good at multitasking, and where Esme may become overwhelmed if more than one of the children slips, Carlisle thrives. It doesn’t matter to him if it’s one or all of them, everyone gets taken care off and gets to feel much better by the end of it.

Despite his extraordinary caring abilities, Carlisle will avoid a caregiver at all costs during the times he regresses. He rarely regresses, and when he does, he never fully lets it happen and ends up in a weird between state when everything feels wrong. He knows that Esme, or even any of his children, would try- and likely succeed- to coax him into fully regressing, so he avoids them whenever he’s feeling slightly small.

On the occasions where he gets caught and ends up slipping all the way into that headspace, he is a very quiet little. He’d rather sit and observe than do anything, and he is absolutely terrified of doing anything wrong. He generally does not speak, and when he does it is in short clipped sentences and very soft.

Esme tries to get him to regress more frequently, or at least come out of his shell a bit, but Carlisle is steadfast in the idea that he needs to be the taker of care, not the taken, much to Esmes dismay.

Okay that’s all for now, feel free to request stuff for twilight <33