#cullen family dynamics

[panlight]

Renesmee is partially named after Esme and yet they have no meaningful interactions in the book or movie.

We're told Renesmee sometimes sleeps in Esme's arms, but we don't see it. The only thing we really have is Nessie playing with Esme's second best set of silverware while everyone watches her.

When the Cullens leave to find witnesses, Rosalie blows Renesmee a kiss. Esme only says goodbye to Bella and Edward.

Carlisle put his hand on Edward's shoulder for a second and then kissed my forehead. Esme hugged us both, and Emmett punched us both on the arm. Rosalie forced a hard smile for Edward and me, blew a kiss to Renesmee, and then gave Jacob a parting grimace.

The only reference to 'grandma' in the books is to Grandma Swan's hair combs Bella wears at the wedding.

What's up with this? Is this just a function of the Bella-centric writing in which Esme is an afterthought? Or is this an in-universe thing where Esme and Nessie legitimately aren't close?

Likewise Charlie gets to be 'grandpa' and Carlisle's role seems more like 'doctor,' with him taking measurements and trying to get her to drink baby formula.

"Her diet… well, she prefers to drink blood. Carlisle continues to try to persuade her to drink some baby formula, too, but she doesn't have much patience with it. Can't say that I blame her – nasty-smelling stuff, even for human food."

I know fanfic and headcanons are often filled with sweet moments between Nessie and her Cullen grandparents but the text (and movie) isn't. Part of me wonders if it's because Charlie is Nessie's biological grandparent and Esme and Carlisle aren't. That whole "Edward and Bella have a REAL family" vs the found family of the larger Cullen clan.

Discuss.

[gisellelx]

Twilight Advent Calendar, Day 18

Masterpost/prompts

Dec. 18 - What are some things the Cullens do every time they move? Does anyone have any rituals re: leaving a location or starting at a new one?

It takes three semis to fully move the Cullens. One is mostly Carlisle's art collection, which is way larger than we see in canon and mostly stored in a meticulously ordered climate controlled warehouse. Esme's job is to coordinate the art.

Depending on their reason for moving, they either need to forge new identities, or keep their current ones. If they are forging new identities, it's a shared task between Jasper and Carlisle; sometimes outsourced to people like Jenks. If they keep their current ones, they keep them—their forged identities pass muster and they can walk into a DMV and re-register their cars and get new drivers' licenses. The person who does this fastest is Edward; Emmett is the procrastinating lagger.

No one touches Edward's music but Edward because nobody knows what the heck "personal preference within that year" actually amounts to.

Rosalie handles the cars; depending on what identities they are using, they are either driven one by one so as to not be conspicuous, or they order a car carrier in order to be conspicuous and show that they are rich. If the move has to be fast, the cars often end up in an intermediate location; sometimes they are simply sold. Carvana has made this a breeze.

When she has time, Esme prefers to walk through and design the rooms for each member of the family and to knock out a renovation before they arrive. When she can't, she's always a little pouty.

Bella is still getting used to Cullen moves. Didn't help that the very first one they made after Forks was a spit-up international move.

I dunno about specific rituals; I think they are on the whole too practical for that. Like, I can't see anyone doing a home blessing or some such. But after all these years, a Cullen move happens with the tactical precision of a military operation. Every person has their thing they do; either because they want their items just so or because it's just known that "that's X person's job." This is how they can be gone in 24 hours; it's a crucial part of their lives.

[askcarlislecullen]

Do your children call you ”dad“ (or something similar), and do they call your wife ”mom“ (or something similar)?

If they do, how did you react the first time they did.

For lack of a better term, I have usually burst into tears. It’s very rare. Jasper and Alice and Rose and Isabella have never once called me anything but “Carlisle.” Emmett often calls me “Pops” but it is meant in jest in the way that it would were it a nickname. Edward calls Esme “Mom” about twenty times more frequently than he ever calls me “Dad,” which is at a frequency best measured in decades. Renesmee unwaveringly calls me “Granddad” and I didn’t realize how much I had craved that name until I had it. When the circumstances dictate that she needs to call me Carlisle lest we damage our cover, we’re both quite sad about it.

[captain-lessship]

The Baseball Boys

You were a very critical child, you thought you were doing a little better and were a little smarter than most kids. You could do much more than they could and it did give you a slight ego.

But there’s one thing you couldn’t do. 

Being from the 1950s, your first father was the sole provider for the family and couldn’t teach you how to play catch or baseball. Your first mother tried but you turned her offer down because you knew she was stretched thin with your other siblings.

You loved your new family just as much as you loved your past one. You called  Carlisle and Esme your mom and dad and you called the other adopted Cullen kids your sisters and brothers.  You enjoyed being with them and many things, like baseball were scabbed over with your other hobbies. It had been eighty eight so naturally it faded from your mind. 

Except when thunderstorms rang out. 

 That’s when your family will play baseball, cracking the ball across the field with the bursts of sound.  

Typically you watched, sometimes you read or you were the umpire. No one thought to ask you to play because you never offered to but it was peaking the curiosity of a certain brother: Emmett.

You were situated in the kitchen, carefully working on a puzzle with Esme.

“I think this one goes her- Oh god!” She shouted when the sound of Emmett jumping from the stairs broke her from her focus.

“Sorry,” he said as he walked into the kitchen. “What’s going on here?”

“A puzzle, we’re almost done.” You said , looking intently at the pieces.

Emmett looked at you, “Say, kid,”

“Don’t call me kid.”

“Right, anyway, I was wondering if you’re gonna play baseball this go around? Ed is bringing his girlfriend. We gotta impress her.”

“I don’t play baseball. Does she?”

“Well, her stepdad does. Why don’t you play?”

You didn’t know why you felt embarrassed but you knew what great players all of the other Cullens were.

“I never learned.” You said, not looking up from the puzzle.

Emmett was surprised to say the least, “well, do you want to?”

“Yes!” You jumped at the opportunity.

“Alright, slow down you two. How are you going to teach him?” Esme said, now looking at her two adoptive children.

“Well duh, give him a bat, get a ball and throw it.” Emmett said like it was obvious.

“Be careful and have fun.” She tell with a smile as she continued to work on her puzzle.

You were standing in the driveway, armed with a helmet and a bat. The full experience.

“Okay so, stand like this,” he stood to the side. You followed suit.

Emmett showed you how to hold the bat and he walked away from you, holding the ball.

“Alright. I’m going to throw it, just hit it.”

He threw the ball and you promised yourself you were going to hit it. 

You hit it. 

You hit it directly into Jasper’s window. 

[cinephilesadeqi]

Movie Analysis and Review: "Twilight" (2008)

Introduction:“Twilight” (2008) directed by Catherine Hardwicke, is an enthralling cinematic adaptation of Stephenie Meyer’s novel, ushering audiences into the captivating world of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen. Set against the backdrop of the Pacific Northwest, the film intertwines romance, fantasy, and danger as it explores the burgeoning relationship between a teenage girl and a vampire, along…

[hislittlesparklejumpropequeen]

One thing, everything

Carlisle Cullen x female!reader

Summary: Carlisle wants only one thing for himself and you want nothing more than please him. Warnings: AGE GAP, oral sex (m receiving), mentions of vampire thirst, mentions of rough sex, mentions of creampie, cheating, pet names, unhealthy dynamics, kinda dark?Carlisle

Word count: 1033

An: just wanted to write something short for daddy. I wrote this half asleep, so if there are mistakes sorry about that.

Carlisle is sitting in his office. It’s a smaller room compared the places he owned in different hospitals, way different than his offices when he used to teach in universities. It’s gloomy and has a small window. His patients always complain about lack of oxygen in the room. When it gets dark in Forks, his office turns into a cave without the weak fluorescent lights on the ceiling. He would get them changed but he doesn’t need light. In fact, he runs away from light.

His eyes travel trough the walls. There are pictures of his family. His beautiful wife Esme, smiles gracefully as she hugs him. His daughters are beautiful too, Rosalie looks confident as always and Alice is just as joyful. Emmet is holding Rosalie and Alice in his arms in one picture as Jasper smiles- which is quite rarely since they moved back to Forks-. Edward is in only one picture, a family portrait. He remembers how difficult it was to convince him that day. Yet he still couldn’t manage to get him smile.

His gaze finally finds you, kneeling between his legs, looking up to him with doe eyes. Your mouth is full of his cock, lips stretched around his girth. And your spit mixed with his precum drools down your chin to your new top. He notes to buy you a new one this weekend. He smiles softly when you try to take him deeper into your throat. You are holding his thighs, fingers digging in, creates half moon shapes with the sharpness of your nails. His cold fingers caresses your cheek before he holds the base of your hair tight. Your body trembles and your wetness drips onto your underwear. He can smell your arousal, and the flavour of your very existence makes his throat sore with thirstiness. It’s been so long since he craved for a human’s blood. But you, you make him crazy with need.

“Come on pretty girl. Do better for me.” He says gently. Carlisle knows how much power he has over you. Gosh, you’re just a fragile, little human and he looks like a god in your eyes. Tears are flowing down your cheeks and you try to suck him faster. It’s almost like you can feel him down your throat, in your gullet. The sensation is painful and uncomfortable. Yet the satisfaction of Carlisle brings you more pleasure than anything ever. He groans when he feels your lips at the base of his cock. Your breath hits his blonde pubes, your warm, welcoming mouth drives him over the edge. He loves seeing you struggle on your knees, only for him. He loves having you by his feet, and pat your head when you’re good. You look so beautiful when you look up to him with those beautiful eyes of yours, beg for something you want him to get for you and then thank him with different ways he taught you.

He tries to be gentle, as much he can, and guides your head up and down on his cock. You try to catch your breath as he fucks into your mouth. He’s frowning, eyes shut tight and he looks only focused on his climax. Last time, he came on your face. This time he wants to leave his seed deep into your stomach. He knows how much you love when you are able to taste him fully. And he loves making his pretty girl happy. His hips thrusts up few times and before you know, he’s coming in your throat.

“Fuck!” He mutters and his head falls back to his leather chair. His tight hold on your hair loosens as you try to catch your breath and swallow his load. He hears you cough few times but he doesn’t look at you. He thinks of his choices. He knows he has a family, a wife to go back to. And he knows Edward can see his thoughts every single day when they all sit down in the living room, as he hold Esme in his arms. And he knows he doesn’t like it even though he wouldn’t say anything. He wonders if Alice saw this was coming or if she sees something about you that didn’t happen yet.

“Did I do good?” You ask, voice shaky and tears keep running down your cheeks. Your mascara is smudged under your eyes and there are big wet stains on your top. You look like a mess. Carlisle knows what he’s doing is wrong but having one thing for himself feels too good. Having one thing that he doesn’t need to share with others, with the rest of the world is precious. Every single time you enter his office he tells himself that he won’t do it again. And the next thing he knows that he’s fucking you hard on his desk. And in those moments he feels like the weight on his shoulders disappears.

When you’re kissing him, he doesn’t need to think about Jasper’s constant hunger. When youre riding him as your breasts bounce, he doesn’t need to think about Rosalie’s grumpy complaints about everything. When you’re begging him to come deep inside you, he doesn’t need to think about Edward’s century long depression. He only thinks about you when your tight, wet walls clench around him and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Yes, baby. You did so good.” He says as he pulls you up this lap. Your arms wrap around his neck when he settles your shaky body against his own. He holds your thigh and kisses you. The kiss is deep and makes you dizzy. His tongue swirls around yours, cold lips pressed against your burning ones.

“My turn to take care of you.” He says as his fingers trace over your skin to your underwear. His lips are right on your neck, kissing slowly when his fingertips meet with your wetness. His tongue stops right on your pulsing vein on the neck. He can only imagine how sweet you might taste. And the thrilling fantasy sends shivers down his spine. The thought of tasting you feels depraved, sick. But nothing in his life delights him more lately.

[incorrectbatfam]

Have you seen the Good Place? If so what's everyone's personal Good, Bad, and Medium places?

Dick

Good: a big top show with his family and friends in the front row

Bad: getting placed back in his old foster home

Medium: the DMV

Jason

Good: an endless library with every book he could ever want

Bad: a warehouse in Ethiopia

Medium: being a Reddit mod

Tim

Good: a redo of his teenage years with his friends beside him

Bad: being stuck at home home alone and only receiving the occasional postcard

Medium: eating at Red Robin

Damian

Good: an animal sanctuary over a picturesque landscape

Bad: the League of Assassins

Medium: a Chuck-E-Cheese birthday party

Duke

Good: having his parents back

Bad: constantly running from an unseen force

Medium: binge-watching the entire MCU

Cullen

Good: a pride parade where everyone accepts him as he is

Bad: Catholic school

Medium: a Dave Matthews Band concert

Stephanie

Good: a girls' day with her best friends

Bad: failing at whatever she sets out to do

Medium: an incredibly awkward high school reunion

Cassandra

Good: sleepover and family movie night

Bad: returning to her biological father

Medium: dance practice on newly waxed floors

Barbara

Good: a better sibling dynamic with her brother

Bad: an unknown enemy sneaking past her defenses

Medium: slow Wi-Fi connection when she's doing something important

Harper

Good: knowing her brother is safe and cared for

Bad: a house falling apart faster than she can fix it

Medium: assembling IKEA furniture

Carrie

Good: flying through the city with real Robin wings

Bad: constantly looking after her parents

Medium: 7th grade

Kate

Good: finishing her West Point diploma and being hailed a hero

Bad: wandering the earth with a perpetual sense of uncertainty

Medium: Applebee's happy hour

Helena

Good: bringing down the criminal syndicate responsible for her family

Bad: an unending undercover stint as the bad guys

Medium: only having pineapple on pizza

Luke

Good: a constant win streak as Batwing

Bad: a disapproving lecture from his dad

Medium: a meeting that could've been an email

Bette

Good: not being compared against Nightwing or her other superhero peers

Bad: faceplanting in front of an Olympic stadium crowd

Medium: rush hour traffic with the radio stuck on the Top 40

Alfred

Good: his family under one roof for a nice holiday dinner

Bad: permanently leaving Wayne Manor

Medium: an elderly dating app

Selina

Good: a ball pit of kittens

Bad: trying to break into an impenetrable vault

Medium: trying to make plans with her friends but things keep coming up

Bruce

Good: family reunion with his kids and parents

Bad: always responding to distress calls a second too late

Medium: Margie

[vigilante-3073]

Mouse

Rosalie Hale x Emmett Cullen x Female Vampire Reader

Summary: Bella observes the relationship between Rosalie, Emmett and Y/N.

TW: Throuple, vampire mates, mentions of death and torture.

In the time that Bella had spent as a human while dating Edward, she learned very little about the young vampire who Rosalie and Emmett shared as a mate. Y/N was quiet and reserved, which made her stand out in the relationship with her mates.

Rosalie had an anger that burned like the hottest flame and Emmett was always the loudest one in the room. Someone so calm and soft-spoken didn't seem to fit into their relationship dynamic.

Y/N almost seemed to get lost behind their big personalities, but they always saw her in a way that others didn't. Rosalie and Emmett always had some innate ability to sense their mate in every situation. They gravitated towards each other like magnets and could always be found together.

One thing Bella had come to notice about Y/N is that her love language was physical touch. Y/N was always touching one or both of her mates in some way. Bella was almost alarmed to see how different Rosalie could be when she was interacting with her young mate.

Rosalie tended to be a bit more protective than affectionate towards Y/N when Bella had first come around, but after some time she gradually started to see Rosalie soften.

Bella would always remember the day she saw them all together for the first time. She had walked into the living room with Edward only to find Y/N sitting sideways on the couch with her back leaned against Emmett's side and his arm wrapped around her body, a baseball game playing on the television. Rosalie sat next to Y/N with her mate's legs draped across her lap while she flipped through a magazine. The sight caught Bella off-guard, but then she started to notice it more and more.

On another day, Y/N was walking through the woods after a hunt with Emmett's arm wrapped around her waist and his hand slipped into the back pocket of her jeans. Her other hand was holding onto Rosalie's as they talked about whatever came to mind.

The day after that Bella saw Y/N sitting on Emmett's lap while she talked to Rosalie about a book that she had just finished. The blonde listened to her intently with a soft smile on her face as Emmett brushed his thumbs back and forth over her hip bones.

At first glance, they seemed like they would never fit together in a million years, but Bella had never seen a closer relationship in her lifetime. There was some unexpected gravitational pull that kept them orbiting around eachother. Y/N grounded the pair in a way that was necessary when they got riled up, bringing everything back into focus.

...

Bella learned that Y/N's human life had ended tragically like many of her family members. She wouldn't talk about it, but Edward knew about what she had endured.

He told Bella that he could feel it when her mind drifted to those memories. The first time it happened, he had frozen in his tracks and his body locked up in a way that he had never experienced before.

Y/N had been walking home after a closing shift at the diner she was working at. A car pulled up beside her and a man offered to drive her home, he pulled a gun on her when she refused. Y/N got into the car and it was definitely a decision that she would regret for the entirety of her human life.

Edward had never known someone who had experienced as much suffering as Y/N had. The man kept her chained up in his basement for weeks, he beat her, starved her, cut her, burned her and forced her to endure many other kinds of torture while under his imprisonment.

Y/N barely managed to escape with her life, her bones were broken and the blood loss had made her weak. She ran from the house until her body collapsed into unconsciousness. Y/N thought that she would die in her place on the damp grass, she could feel herself fading away and she decided that it wasn't the worst place to die.

Someone had found her in the morning and called the authorities, she was taken to the hospital and she would have died from her injuries if Carlisle hadn't been working that day. It took almost a week for her body to put itself back together after she had died.

Y/N's death was traumatic and she was never the same after she had reanimated. Y/N was quiet and reserved, slipping back into those dreadful memories.

She was terrified every day, especially around the men in the house and no one could question her reasons. She gradually formed a friendship with Rosalie, bonding over their shared trauma and Y/N slowly began to come out of her shell a bit.

No one could pinpoint when exactly Y/N and Rosalie's relationship had changed into a romantic one, but it had. Rosalie was Y/N's protector and they hardly ever spent any time apart.

Carlisle felt relieved to see the girls finding something in their lives that was worth carrying on for. They had both been through so much and their willingness to create a relationship let him know that they were adjusting to this new life.

Y/N and Rosalie spent every possible moment together and when Rosalie found Emmett, he was brought into their dynamic seamlessly. If anyone chose to question their relationship, Rosalie would be on them in a second.

Rosalie had a ferocious love that no one could ever mess with. She allowed herself to be used and walked over in her human life, the loss of that life made her stronger and showed her that nothing lasts forever.

Their relationship had endured years of traumatic experiences and bloodshed, built on the back of a curse that provided eternal life.

...

Hearing about their relationship from Edward's point of view gave Bella a better understanding of who they were to each other. Though no recognition could be given to their union at the time, they were all married to each other. It didn't matter to them that it wasn't legal, they knew that their bond ran deeper than any laws ever could.

Bella respected the love that they all had for each other, it was fierce and strong like nothing she had ever seen before. It made her look at the other relationships that had blossomed within the Cullen family and she quickly found that none of them were the same.

They may have had similar values, but their dynamics were all vastly different. Her own relationship with Edward was romantic, tumultuous and tragic. There would always be parts of their lives that would never be possible if they stayed together.

Edward had lived for many years before he met her, forming relationships and losing people that Bella would never know. Bella would likely never know who he was before he died, time changes so much and it would likely be impossible for him to remember now.

If Bella transformed into a vampire to stay at Edward's side, she would lose whatever future she could have had as a human. She would never be able to have children or grow old with her friends or family. Eveyone would die around her and she would remain unchanged with Edward and his family as her only solace in a changing world.

Her fascination with Y/N's relationship had served to put things in perspective for her regarding what she could gain and lose in this life. None of the Cullen children had a choice in whether or not they pursued this life. Bella seemed to have tunnel vision on the topic, always worrying about how much time she was wasting.

Every day that passed made her feel physically older, every scrape or bruise on her skin made her feel like her body would just crumble underneath her. Bella knew that her worries were nothing that a teenager should be concerned about, but she had seen what a future could look like.

Bella was staring down the finish line of a marathon that she had been treating as a sprint. She didn't have to rush, she didn't have to make a choice now.

Y/N, Rosalie and Emmett never would have found each other if it hadn't been for the horrific way that their human lives happened to end.

Bella felt like she could finally understand that this choice shouldn't be rushed, it needed to be carefully considered. Bella didn't need to push the envelope and choose a tragic end for herself when she had the luxury of time.

She would become a vampire, but she could definitely choose to enjoy her life as a human for a while.

[imaslutforwritingshit]

Edward Cullen Imagine (F!Reader)

Y’all this took 2 hours 😨

WARNING- smut, biting, oral (m receiving)

PART ONE

Fem. Reader-

Name: Calypso Sawyer (Callie)

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

EDWARD CAN READ CALLIE’S MIND*

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

Setting- The Cullen Mansion

“I think I have to go now.”

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

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

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

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

Staying, at Edward’s house.

Alone with him.

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

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

I’m scared of myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d do anything for you, Edward.”

It was true.

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

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

Desire clouded my vision.

“Show me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit.

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

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

I wanted to please him.

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

“Callie, you don’t have to-“

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

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

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

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

The fact he read my mind, heard those thoughts,

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

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

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

I ripped those off, too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part TWO here

[congratzams]

𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊

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

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

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none, except that bella is not included

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[runawaymaven]

Hiii, sorry for my extremely horrible English, I literally used Google translate, but I wanted to make a request for Paul where he imprint on a Cullen, she wouldn’t be a vampire, but a witch. A girl that Carlisle and Esme or Rosalie and Emmett adopted, and she has a personality similar to Rosalie’s, but nicer and kinder like Alice. She would be magical and would become immortal at 18, like every witch. She decided to stay in Forks after having a premonition about Bella’s condition after the Cullens left. Anyway, she would meet Paul, and it would be a “grumpy x sunshine” dynamic, with her defending Bella from his attack, and him conflicted because she is his imprint, but still a Cullen. She’s provocative, with a sharp tongue that attracts him, but still a Cullen. And the pack is having fun with the whole situation.

A/n: Hi! I tried to write this the best I could, so I hope you like it !

Fate's sharp edge - paul x reader

The clouds hang low over Forks, heavy and gray, threatening rain as always. There’s a tension in the air, thick and unyielding. Bella’s presence in La Push is unexpected, especially with the pack on edge. The peace between the wolves and the Cullens is fragile, now teetering dangerously on the edge.

You arrive at the clearing just in time to see Paul storming toward Bella, his body a blur of frustration. His muscles are tense, eyes flashing as he takes in the sight of her standing in front of Jacob, the scent of vampires still clinging to her.

“What the hell are you doing here, Swan?” he growls, his voice full of danger. “This is our land. You stay away, go back to your filthy blood suckers. Oh, wait...” He trailed off with a smirk, the pack laughing in the background.

Before Bella can answer, you step forward, your voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

“She’s here under my protection.”

Paul’s head snaps toward you, his entire body freezing as his eyes lock onto yours. His reaction is immediate, the air around him changing, thickening. There’s something in the way he looks at you—something primal, something new.

“And who the hell are you to protect her?” he spits, though his voice lacks the usual venom.

You smirk, amused by his sudden change in demeanor. His frustration, his anger, it only fuels the fire in your chest. You’ve seen wolves like Paul before—gruff, hotheaded, ready to fight. But none of that bothers you. In fact, it excites you.

“I’m Y/n,” you say, your voice steady, yet challenging. “Adopted by the Cullens, but I’m not a vampire. I’m a witch.”

The moment the word leaves your mouth, something changes in him. His breath catches, his muscles stiffen, and for a second, it’s as if the world has stopped spinning.

Imprint.

You don’t realize what’s happening, but Paul does. The pull between you is magnetic, undeniable, overwhelming. His heart races, his body drawn to yours in a way he can’t comprehend. But the conflict in his chest is immediate. You’re a Cullen—or at least part of their family—and everything in him screams that this shouldn’t be happening.

Paul grits his teeth, his fists clenching. “You’re a Cullen,” he says, as if that one fact alone should tear you apart.

You tilt your head slightly, eyes gleaming with challenge. “Does that bother you?” you ask, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “That I can protect Bella better than a pack of oversized dogs?”

Behind him, you hear the snickering of his packmates. Embry, Quil, and Jared all watching with amusement, finding the situation far too entertaining.

“Oh, this is priceless,” Quil says with a laugh. “He imprinted on a Cullen.”

The air is thick with their laughter, but you stay focused on Paul. You notice the way his jaw tightens, his eyes darkening as he fights against something internal. You’re pulling at him, though you don’t understand why.

“What’s the matter, wolf?” you tease, your voice dripping with amusement. “Cat got your tongue?”

His temper flares—though not as much as you expect. His frustration simmers beneath the surface, restrained, struggling against something else. Instead of blowing up like you thought he would, he takes a step closer to you, his gaze locked on yours.

“You’re part of their family,” he says, though his voice falters slightly, like he’s trying to convince himself more than you.

You shrug, maintaining the playful edge in your tone. “And you’re part of a pack that wants to keep Forks safe, right? We’re on the same side.”

His fists tighten again, but his eyes remain on you, drawn in by the warmth you radiate, the magic that hums around you. Imprint, the word echoes in his mind. He doesn’t want it to be true, but every instinct in him screams that you are his now.

You glance back at Bella, your focus shifting slightly. “Bella’s in danger,” you say softly, your voice more serious now. “I saw it coming.”

Paul blinks, his frustration giving way to confusion. “Saw what?” he asks.

You look back at him, your gaze steady. “I have visions. Premonitions,” you explain, though you know it’s a lot for him to take in. “Bella’s going to need protection, and I’m not leaving her.”

Paul’s chest tightens. Your confidence, your fiery spirit—it’s everything that should drive him crazy, but instead, it draws him in deeper. He can’t decide if he wants to argue with you or protect you, and that conflict gnaws at him from the inside out.

“And you think you can handle what’s coming?” he challenges, though his voice lacks its usual bite.

You smile, taking a step closer to him. “I know I can,” you reply confidently.

The pack’s laughter hums in the background, but Paul’s focus is entirely on you. The fire in your eyes, the strength in your voice—it’s intoxicating. Everything about you draws him in, and despite the fact that you’re tied to the Cullens, you’re his now.

And that’s going to make things very, very complicated.

[panlight]

*I personally don't consider Bella a Cullen kid; she married in and still has at least one human parent actively in her life. But I know others see it differently so here you go.

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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.

[askcarlislecullen]

Will you and your family all live together one day again? Maybe even anytime soon?

You know, I very rarely answer questions that are at the top of my inbox. These days, I sift through them with a good bit of discrimination and some of them sit for years and still others I never deal with. But this is a provocative question which the asker may not realize is very timely, as Esme and I are preparing our home to be closed for a month while we make what has now become an annual sojourn to Europe. So as we pack, and prepare gifts, and reminisce, and think about the time soon to come with our children less than two weeks from now, we have also been asking ourselves this rather thorny question.

And I think—I think—I am at peace with the fact that the answer is likely no.

I never intended to be the leader of a large coven. No one is more surprised than I that seven others found fit to stay with me all these many years. That those I turned chose to stay, and that two others saw reason to travel and hold out for years to find us, and that my daughter-in-law chose to join us in this very life will never stop being surprising to me.

We've lived in many configurations in the little over a century we've lived as a coven of two up to a coven of eight. As a man and his brother in law, as a man and wife and her brother, as a couple and their boarders, as two couples and their brother. It wasn't until Alice and Jasper joined us that we even broached choosing cover stories that more closely resembled the family we imagined ourselves to be, and even then, some frequent and sudden moves in the early days there necessitated that we take different covers and often, live apart.

Then came those intense seven years over the turn of the last decade, in which our sense of family was abruptly sharpened as if by a gravitational pull by raising our miracle child. We got to experience for the first time the visceral realness of existing as parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents. And if I had to put a finger on it, I suspect it was that moment, of for once, not playacting at being a family, that allowed our family to evolve.

The distance forced upon us by the pandemic was painful, I won't lie. But this new reality where we can travel when we choose to, when our adult children or our adult granddaughter and her fiancé freely come to us for a spell and then go their way, is strangely healthy.

I lay a great deal of blame for the dysfunction of our family dynamic squarely at my own feet; when I turned Edward I needed badly his adoration and his unwavering love. I needed someone to guide, to counsel, to bring into manhood. But there was always a part of me that was a little bit afraid of letting him fully step into that manhood, holding an iron grip, terrified that if my child was no longer a child, I would lose the identity that a century ago saved my life. And without consciously intending to, I arranged everyone else so that I wouldn’t have to let that go.

Isabella and Renesmee changed that. When Edward became a husband, and so soon after, a father himself, our relationship shifted. And I found that in adding "Renesmee's grandfather" to my identity, much to my relief, I didn't cease being "Edward's father" but that there was suddenly room for me to live even more fully into being "Esme's husband" and also sometimes just "Carlisle."

I put up less of a façade with my children now. It is easier to admit to them when I also am afraid or worried or sad. They in turn don't seem to worry as much about pleasing or disappointing me. We feel free to treasure one another's company, and, when we feel we can't treasure it, to be apart.

Now does this mean the ten of us will never again be under one roof? Hardly. For one, we already regularly do this for weeks at a stretch twice a year now, in the summer and in the winter. To say nothing of the fact that time periods which are long for humans are devastatingly short for us—in the future, we might choose to live together for years, or even a decade or more, who knows. But we will do so with the changed understanding that the arrangement is temporary, for however long "temporary" is.

And I suspect that is, in fact, the way we should've thought of it all along.

[fangssss2006]

I WAS THINKING ABOUT A MARAUDERS TWILIGHT AU AND I WAS LIKE NO THAT'S DUMB THEN THOUGHT WELL THE BLACKS CAN BE THE CULLENS BECAUSE EVERYONE THOUGHT IT WAS A WEIRD FAMILY INCEST DYNAMIC ANYWAYS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Don't Mess With The Doctor's Wife 💘 | Carlisle Cullen Snippet

Twilight Masterlist Part 1

Characters & Pairings: Carlisle Cullen x female!vampire!reader (romantic), Bella Swan x Edward Cullen, Edward Cullen x reader (platonic)

Content warnings: fluff, light angst, suggestive themes right at the end | female reader (she/her) | wc: 1.4k

Premise: Just some good ole fluff of a married vampire couple of a few dumbass teen immortals.

Note: So many people loved 'The Doctor's Wife' and asked if I could continue it! not sure if I'll make it long imagines but I definitely plan on making small snippets like this that is good ole fluff of the golden couple of the Cullens dealing with their chaotic teenage immortal children. Enjoy and thank you so much for the positive reception on my work!

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“Honey….,” Carlisle leaned against the door of their bedroom, treading carefully on water he knew better than to cross. But their whole family dynamic was at stake and as the patriarch--and coven leader--he needed to fix it. 

Without any bloodshed.

Her glare, however, spoke against his hopes for peace. “Don’t honey me, Carlisle Cullen.” Clothes flung everywhere, the room in utter disarray contrary to its usually unkempt nature. “He is being ridiculous and you know it.” Tossing a pair of Manolo Blahnik pumps into the suitcase she gave him another look, “And yes, I know he can hear me.” Carlisle had opened his mouth, but closed it, his wife not having to the mind reader in the family to know what he was about to say. 

“You have every right to be upset. I’m not happy about the situation either, but we have to do what’s best for our family.”

Carlisle came over to where she was, beginning to pack his clothes into his own suitcase. Brushing away the stray hairs that fell from her hair scarf, Y/n’s eyes turned serious, “What happened was unfortunate--and it is a shame Bella got hurt. He’s been beating himself over it the entire weekend and I understand that, Carlisle. But what I don’t appreciate is him uprooting us and using you as the excuse.”

Following Bella’s birthday party gone wrong, Edward didn’t waste a second in making the executive decision to the family that they had to leave Forks. Saying they were a danger to Bella and to ensure her safety and no more harm comes to her as a result of his doing, they needed to remove themselves from the picture. And Edward’s genius move was to tell Bella it was because the staff at the hospital were starting to notice Carlisle’s lack of aging. 

“His concern is valid. We’ve been here four years now. It was bound to happen.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve heard people talk at the hospital?” She challenged.

“I don’t need to hear them say it aloud, Y/n,” he tells her with a knowing look. “Their stares are enough confirmation. I had one nurse ask me last week if I had a skincare routine.” His attempt at a joke doesn't work. She doesn’t so much as crack a smile, but he tries again. “Soon they’ll be asking what botox doctor I go to.”

Y/n knew Carlisle had a point. It always happened wherever they moved. They settled down, spent maybe five or six years until all the kids graduated from high school for the hundredth time, then did it all over again. If it wasn’t nosy hospital workers, it was teachers. If it wasn’t the bakery owner she frequented asking how she managed to look 27 after seven years, then it was the engineer she was collaborating with on a project. 

“It’s not fair,” she goes on, carefully folding her dress shirts, skirts, and pants. Not looking forward to having to pack up her art studio. All the supplies, artwork, and projects she was working on. “And I feel so awful for her,” her frown made his own appear, “You see the way she looks at him. It’s utter devotion, as though he was a sentient being sent from the heavens. And Edward,” her voice drops to a whisper, “he worships the ground she walks on. And this decision not only punishes her, it punishes him.”

The pair fall into a silence when the front door opens and slams shut. Edward’s lingering scent disapparating, causing Y/n to groan and place her head in her hands. The anger and not caring if her adoptive son heard her rant suddenly vanished. Replaced with shame. 

Carlisle sighs, setting down the pile of towels he folded to walk over to her. Gently grabbing her shoulders, he brings Y/n into a comforting embrace, letting his hands fall to her waist, allowing her to sink into his arms with a content hum. 

“Listen to me,” she closes her eyes, not wanting to meet his gaze where she’ll find judgement. “I sound ridiculous--and I’m being unfair to him and his feelings on the matter.”

“You care for him dearly,” Carlisle strokes her hair, “he understands that. And I think deep down he knows you’re right, but won’t admit to it because he believes he’s doing the right thing for Bella.” Carlisle leans back to look into her eyes, “Remember, he was turned at a young age--and has never experienced this type of love before. He’s learning all this for the first time.”

“I know,” she mumbles, deflated but understanding. They stayed in their embrace for a few minutes before separating to continue packing up. Edward returned later that night with brighter eyes, indicating he had fed to which resolved some of the tension between the two when they finally sat down to have the conversion they’d been dreading. Him apologizing for uprooting the family suddenly, and for the harm he was to cause Bella. And Y/n apologizing for the words she spoke before he left. They hugged it out, neither able to stay mad at the other, and Edward helped her pack the art room throughout the remainder of the night. 

The time away from Forks was odd but somewhat comforting. Carlisle and Y/n decided to spend their time on the island they owned just off the coast of Brazil. Rosalie and Emmett traveled to New York, Alice and Jasper in Mississippi and Edward in Rio de Janeiro. They spoke on the phone frequently, sent letters and postcards, or emailed. Edward would spend a night or two on the island to hunt, Y/n painted canvas after canvas, and Carlisle worked on a medical textbook he was in the process of writing.

“You hear that?” She asked one night when they were cuddling on the couch. A random movie playing on the TV.

“What?”

“It’s quiet,” she whispered, a grin spreading on her lips. “No kids. No animals. No workers. Absolute silence.” Carlisle mirrored her smile. 

“You’re right. We haven’t had complete silence in ages.”

“More like eighty years--give or take,” she snorted. 

When the shit hit the fan in Italy, Y/n nearly killed Edward herself. Not just for the danger he put himself in but for the whole family. Alice and Rosalie also met her wrath--Rosalie for not explaining clearly to Edward the vision, and Alice for dragging Bella to Italy. 

Yeah, none of them wanted the smoke. 

The sight of the three siblings sitting on the couch with their heads down and twiddling their thumbs while Y/n paced in front of them while shouting a motherly tangent had Emmett straining to hold back his laughter. Carlisle didn’t dare intervene. 

Back in Forks the family settled back into their routines. Carlisle in the hospital and Y/n working on projects. The kids in school and planning for the summer. 

Then shit hit the fan again.

This time in the form of a newborn vampire army created by the red-headed lover of the tracker they disposed of the year prior. Victoria. And she was out for revenge against Edward and Bella. 

Y/n was not the fighting type, but that didn’t mean she did not know how to throw down. She could get her hands dirty if she desired. Emmett and Jasper taught her the ropes, Edward taught her how to anticipate opponents moves. 

“C’mon old man!” she dodged Carlisle’s attack, giggling as she pivoted to kick lightly at his chest. “Don’t be getting sleepy on me now. That’s not like you.” Carlisle smirked, catching her off guard by grabbing her waist and flipping her onto the ground.

“I’d watch who you call old, sweetheart,” he mocked right as Jasper yelled, “Never turn your back on your enemy!” 

Let’s just say…they did more than spar that night once the sun went down.