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little-diable · 10 months ago

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Darling oh Darling - Cowboy!Jasper Hale (smut)

Yes, I'm in a cowboy mood alright, y'all just have to endure it for a while. But I have to say, I truly love how this turned out, so I think y'all will be able to forgive me for this current fixation. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader works at Carlisle Cullen's ranch, where she crosses paths with one of his sons, a guy who instantly catches her interest.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), quite fluffy, yet filthy

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2.8k words)

“You alright there, darlin’?” The man’s voice ripped her out of her thoughts, eyes flickering up to meet his golden ones. Jasper Hale, son of the owner on whose ranch (y/n) was currently working. She hadn’t crossed paths with Jasper yet, had only studied him from a safe distance, feeling an ever-growing respect for the man who handled horses better than anybody else she knew.

“Yeah, sorry, I don’t know how I got them all tangled up.” Her eyes wandered back down to the reins she held, trying to untangle them. His chuckles left her smiling, growing stiff as his cold hand found hers, gently pulling the reins from her grasp. Within seconds Jasper had them untangled, smirking in victory. “How did you do that?”

“Just takes lots of practice, but don’t worry you’ll get the hang of it eventually. (Y/n), is it?” Jasper took off his cowboy hat, combing through his golden locks before he placed the hat back on his head, leaning against the stable door. (Y/n) could only hum, eyes momentarily wandering up and down his frame, trying not to pay the way his clothes fit him all too perfectly any attention, muscles bulging beneath the fabrics. “It’s good to have a face to that name finally, my dad seems to have a soft spot for you.”

“Carlisle’s great, I’m very thankful for everything he’s done for me.” Carlisle and (y/n) had crossed paths at the hospital, sharing details about one another as he had taken a look at her gaping wound. And within a few minutes, she had left his room with a job offer, debating working at his ranch for the summer. Carlisle had given her the ticket out of a toxic household, allowing her to figure out where she truly belonged, and what she wanted to do with the rest of her life – and what better place for a time away from home than a ranch filled with kind people.

“Well, we’re very happy about having a new helping hand around, especially one that’s this pretty to look at.” If she had been drinking something, (y/n) probably would have choked on her sip, eyes growing wide at the comment that had just rolled off Jasper’s tongue. She struggled to come up with a reply, not used to hearing words like these from a man who looked as handsome as Jasper, but she was saved by the call of his name, forcing him away from her with a quiet “See you around, darlin’” leaving him.

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“(Y/n)!” Her head whipped towards the meadow, squinting her eyes to look at Jasper, blinded by the bright sun. “Come on over here, darlin’.”

She walked through the high grass, grinning at the guys who were standing close to Jasper, holding onto their horses’ reins. With her hands placed on her waist, she came to a halt close to the grinning man who had called for her, waiting for him to keep on speaking, wondering why he had called her over in the first place.

“We’re about to go for a ride, Emmett’s desperate for some adventure.” Her eyes found the golden ones of Jasper’s brother, shooting Emmett a quick smile before her gaze flickered back to the brother she found herself drawn to. “You wanna join us?”

“Well, I have no horse.” Jasper’s soft chuckles left her heart skipping beats, trying not to spare the anticipation bubbling inside of her much thought as he reached his hand out for her to take. His cold touch was happily welcomed, biting down her relieved groan at the coldness momentarily distracting her from the heat of the sun.

“You can ride with me, but I can’t promise we’ll go slow.” She stared up at him with a challenging grin tugging on her lips, slowly shaking her head as she let go of his hand, swinging herself up onto his horse.

“Don’t worry, I’m not one for taking things slowly.” The other guys shared her chuckles, grinning at the two as Jasper saddled up behind (y/n), wrapping an arm around her waist to press her against his chest.

“Good, we like a good challenge around here, darlin’.” With his heel pressed into his horse’s side, they started riding, chasing after the other guys who had already started riding away from the ranch, through the high grass. (Y/n) tried not to focus on the feeling of Jasper’s muscular front pressing against her back, tried not to focus on the feeling of his middle meeting her behind with every fast trod, unable to focus on the beautiful nature they were racing through.

Her heart was pounding, fuelled by excitement, finally able to feel that carefree sensation she had been hungry for. She hadn’t felt like this in years, able to let go of her worries, to enjoy the company of people who made her feel safe, people who seemed to genuinely enjoy having her around.

“You alright, feeling comfortable?” Jasper rasped his words, breath clashing against her neck as he spoke to her, accent growing thicker with every syllable rolling off his tongue. (Y/n) could only hum, leaning further into his grasp, not wanting to escape this closeness anytime soon. She tried not to overthink it, tried not to analyse the way he behaved around her, but yet (y/n) couldn’t help but hope he felt that same pull in his chest, wanting to feel her even closer, even more intimately.

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The sound of the crackling wood left her smiling, sinking further into the chair she was sitting on, wrapped up in a warm blanket. They had returned from their ride a few hours ago, splitting up to go shower, feed their horses and finish their jobs for the day before they met here, at the bonfire.

One of the guys had brought his guitar, singing some songs for the group as they enjoyed their beer, whisky, and the company of one another. Jasper was sitting next to her, wearing a big dark jacket that almost swallowed his whole upper body, paired with his dark hat that perfectly sat atop his golden locks. She could watch the reflection of the dancing fire in his pupils, admiring the way his eyes seemed to change colour now and then.

“Thank you for taking me with you today.” (Y/n) murmured the words towards Jasper, smiling at the man who turned his head towards her, no longer focusing on his brothers. He matched his smile, hand reaching out to grasp hers for a moment, squeezing her fingers. The touch almost left her gasping, still not used to feeling this breathless around Jasper.

“Of course, thank you for joining us, darlin’. I enjoy having you around.” For a second she could watch his gaze flicker from her eyes to her lips, a second that was over way too soon, wondering if she had only imagined it. Did he feel the same excitement she did? Did he feel the same pull inside his chest? “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I never saw a sky this starry anywhere else.”

He had his gaze now focused on the sky, hand still holding onto hers. (Y/n) allowed herself to study Jasper for another second before she followed his gaze, admiring the stars twinkling for them. The sight had something so calming to it that (y/n) feared she’d never be able to rip her eyes away. Her heart began to slow its beat, distracted by the view she was now focusing on, slowly adjusting to feeling Jasper this close.

“It is, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.” Her whispers made him chuckle, tightening his grip on her as he felt her shudder. She felt him growing tense for just a moment, debating his next move before he murmured her name, forcing her to look at him.

“C’mon, move over. Carlisle would kill me if I’d let you freeze.” Heat flushed through her as she slowly rose to her feet, chuckling in surprise as Jasper pulled her into his lap, arms wrapped around her. With her face nuzzled into his neck, high on the musky scent of his cologne, she tried to focus on the warmth his big jacket emanated, distracting her from the cool touch of his.

“Thank you.” The words were murmured against his skin, barely audible, yet Jasper picked up on them all too easily. He rested his chin on her head, grinning at his brothers who raised their eyebrows at him, smirking at Jasper. From the first moment he had spoken to (y/n), Jasper had known that she was destined to be his, belonging to the man who had yet to share the family secret with her, hoping that she wouldn’t run from him and the life he could offer her.

“Tired?” Jasper felt her growing relaxed in his touch, breaths growing softer. A hum left (y/n), eyes no longer open, clinging to the comfort his closeness offered, luring her further into sleep’s trap. Before she could even realise what he was doing, Jasper rose to his feet, arms tightly wrapped around her to carry (y/n) towards the house. She was too tired to protest, allowing Jasper to step into the room she was staying in, placing her down on her bed.

“Will you stay?”

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A groan ripped through (y/n) as her eyes fluttered open. It took her eyes a second to focus, breath hitching in her chest. Jasper was lying next to her, one arm wrapped around (y/n)’s waist, the other placed behind his head. His chest was bare – just the sight shot shudders down her spine, slowly remembering how she had asked him to stay.

“Morning, darlin’.” His golden eyes met hers, grinning at the way she clearly struggled to speak up, tongue running along her lower lip, heavily swallowing before she murmured a soft “Morning”. Jasper’s chuckles vibrated through his body, he tightened his grip on her, allowing his free hand to cup her cheek, “Now, don’t grow all shy on me.”

“Sorry.” (Y/n) didn’t know what to say, not daring to look away as she felt his thumb on her lip, softly stroking her skin. The touch left her shuddering, silently praying that he’d close the gap between them. And with a smile tugging on Jasper’s lips, he seemed to answer her prayer, softly kissing her, giving (y/n) a chance to pull away before he’d deepen the kiss.

But she kept close, hands getting tangled in his locks, gasping against his mouth as he shifted them around, hovering over her. His tongue found hers as his hands disappeared beneath her shirt, exploring her soft skin, momentarily freezing before he found her breasts. He pulled away from her, leaving (y/n) whimpering at the sudden loss, “Tell me if you want me to stop, don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, darlin’.”

“Touch me, Jasper, fuck, been thinking of this for way too long.” The words she spoke left Jasper groaning, lips finding hers again as his hands cupped her breasts, tugging on her hardening nipples. He shifted around, and pressed his knee against her clothed heat, giving her just enough friction to coax a moan out of her, begging him for more.

“Been thinking of this too, fucked my hand to the thought of you every single morning these past days.” Jasper’s raspy voice made her drip, grinding her core against his thigh in a desperate need for more friction, needing to feel his fingers closer to her cunt. “Such an eager girl, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

With the fabric of her shirt pushed up to her chest, Jasper kissed his way down her stomach, moving further down the mattress to rest between (y/n)'s thighs, slowly pulling her damp panties down her legs. He looked at her with lust laced in his gaze, eyes darker than ever before, forcing her blood to sing in her ears at the mere sight of Jasper.

His warm breath clashed against her cunt, eyes meeting hers as he sucked on her pulsing bundle, tongue brushing through her arousal-covered folds for a first taste. Jasper had his arms wrapped around her legs to keep her close, not daring to give (y/n) a chance to move away just yet, set on pushing her over the edge with his tongue before he’ll fuck her.

“I can’t wait to feel you clenching my cock, already so tight around my fingers.” Jasper’s words left (y/n) moaning in excitement, arching her back off the mattress at the feeling of his fingers fucking her, nudging her swollen spot. “Talk to me darlin’, tell me what you need.”

“Just you, fuck, just need you, your fingers, your cock, everything.” The devilish grin Jasper shot her left (y/n) breathless, tightening her grip on her covers as his mouth found its way back to clit. He heard her breaths growing shallow, walls fluttering around his fingers, about to cum with his name rolling off her tongue.

The view had something awfully obscene to it, with him resting between her quivering thighs, pupils fully dark, mouth pressed against her cunt. She was dripping for him, making a mess on the covers, on his mouth that devoured her as if she was his last meal. Without another warning, (y/n) felt her orgasm rocking through her, more violently than any other had ever taken over her system, close to passing out. Heavy pants left her, ripping through her as the sensation kept clinging to her, only allowing her to rest as he slowly pulled away from her.

“Heaven, you’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’, I’ve never seen something this pretty. I can’t wait to ruin you with my cock.” He pressed a kiss to her swollen lips, chuckling at the excited whimper ripping through (y/n). She tried to wrap her aching thighs around his waist, keeping him close as Jasper shuffled out of his underwear, exposing his twitching cock to her wide eyes.

“Want to feel all of you, I‘m on the pill, just take me bare, please.” Jasper didn’t comment on the way he didn’t need to use a condom anyways, grinning down at her as he spat into his palm, lubing his aching cock. Their eyes held contact as he pushed into her, groaning loudly at the feeling of her tight walls clenching him.

Her eyes fluttered close, head pressed further into the pillow to fully focus on the feeling of his calculated, ruthless thrusts. Jasper didn’t hold back, he fucked her into the mattress with a strength that would leave her bruises for weeks. She kept choking on his name, fingernails scratching at his skin, trying to keep herself from cumming too fast, already close to letting go once again.

“Such a pretty sight, wish I could wake up to this every single morning.” Their eyes met for a brief moment, a moment she used to give him a slight push, rolling on top of Jasper. He stared up at her with a smirk, helping her ride him. “Take what you need, such a greedy girl.”

“Need it so bad, don’t let me go, Jas’.” He was mesmerised by the sight of her, allowing one hand to wander up her body, exposing her chest to his hungry eyes. (Y/n) momentarily stopped moving to pull the fabric over her head, fully bare for him and his wandering eyes. Curses rolled off Jasper’s tongue at the sight, hips jerking to meet her movements, needing to push her over the edge.

She struggled to keep up her pace as the welcomed sensation crawled up her body once again, gasping as Jasper flipped them around once again, fucking her through her high. He watched her fall apart beneath him, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, chest heaving. It was a sight he’d never forget, forever remembering their first morning together.

Jasper came a few seconds later, groaning (y/n)’s name into the crook of her neck, giving it a few more lazy thrusts. For a few moments, they kept quiet, simply holding one another, enjoying the blissful state they were trapped in. Only as Jasper slowly pulled away did (y/n) allow her eyes to flutter open, matching the smile he wore on his lips.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a while.” (Y/n) whispered her words, hiding her face behind her hands as Jasper broke out in laughter.

“Good, means I’ve done everything right. But don’t worry, I wouldn’t let you escape this room anytime soon anyway.”

#Jasper Hale smut #Jasper Hale x reader #Jasper Hale imagine #twilight

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softspace-fics · 3 months ago

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Butterfly kisses

A/N - I have been writing TOO MUCH angst recently, so let's switch it up! Here's to my favorite thing in the world. Butterfly kisses. (Inspired by Butterfly kisses by Bob Carlisle. A song that I will forever cry to when I hear.)

Masterlist - all my work!

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There was no better way to start off the day, other than wrapped up comfortably in the safety of your bed with your two favorite caregivers next to you. Your little world all in one place. You gently snuggle into Bucky's side, nuzzling his scent back into your nose as he subconsciously wraps his arm around you.

Steve safety spoons you, keeping you safe from the blowing A/C that sometimes keeps you too cold. His soft snores and breaths act as a calming measure in your dreams, reminding you that no matter what your protected on both sides.

When the time comes that one of them wakes, they don’t even move a muscle, instead they cuddle right back into the family pile, sleep or not, they weren’t going to leave until you all were ready to. When Bucky’s eyes flutter open, the sleepiness of his slumber rests in his eyes before he blinks it away and turns his head towards you and Steve.

His eyes rest on the glowing bask of sunlight that shines on Steve’s shoulders,just inches from where his face is buried in your neck to save him from the light. You mimic your dada, your face softly and comfortably hidden in your papa’s chest to do the same. The sheets and blankets are a mess and it looks like an avalanche came through, but it was nothing that couldn’t be fixed.

Bucky softly shifted to make sure you were safely tucked in his arm, while bringing his other hand to gently thread it through your hair. He gently lays butterfly kisses all over your face, just enough for your dream to include it, but not enough to wake you.

Steve wakes not long after Bucky, although he doesn’t want to move from the comfortable squish of pillow and you, as well as the scents of the most precious people in the world that surround him reminds him that he has no better place to be. He lays soft and small butterfly kisses on your neck just as Bucky did on your face before he settles back in your neck, maybe, just maybe going back to sleep.

You shuffle slightly, and Bucky and Steve stiffen,worried they woke you. That is until you grasp onto Bucky more, mumbling happy little blabbles in your sleep, and soft snores following after.

The two softly relax, and Bucky reaches over to make sure that Steve gets some love too. His hand softly rubs Steves side, a calming gesture for the Super soldiers. Steve softly moves his hand from wrapped around your stomach and curls it into Bucky’s side, smashing you just a tiny bit more between the two.

Bucky softly smiles before he settles his head back into the pillows where he once laid. He focuses on the sounds of you and Steve breathing as he falls back to sleep himself, the knowledge of love and comfort reminded through every snore and every mumble of dreams.

Needless to say, when you all wake up later on, the morning is filled with more butterfly kisses all around, the feeling of cherishment in the rays of sun that continue to shine through, and your small giggles and blabbles break through the silence of breaths that once took up the quiet before.

There’s no rush to climb out of the wrinkled sheets, and here no worry of what the day may hold. There’s just you, your papa, and your dada, and an endless supply of butterfly kisses.

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fanfictiongirlie · 1 month ago

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Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Four

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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader

Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,216

It was the beginning of the summer holidays, luckily there wasn't much sun. But in a few days, me and my family were going on holiday to Denali to see our cousins, which I was so excited about. But also I wouldn't be able to see Paul.

I was getting ready to go see him today, he wanted to take me to La Push beach. It was strange because suddenly I was allowed everywhere. I decided to wear more clothes than usual, I had been to the beach once when I was human with my mother and younger brother. Since being a vampire I had avoided them. I put on long jeans, trainers, and a top with long sleeves. And I tied my hair into two long braids.

"Guys I'm leaving for my date" I yelled out smiling, I had a date. I jumped onto my motorbike and started driving towards La Push. I was so excited. I kept driving until I reached the beach, Paul was waiting there, his eyes wide.

"You drive a motorbike?" He asked I nodded, parking it. I jumped off and skipped over to him, we hugged tightly.

"How are you?" He asked, smiling.

"I'm good, how about you?" I smiled and took his hand, and we started wandering the beach. I took my shoes off and felt the sand on my toes, which was nice.

I noticed the sun hiding behind the clouds.

"Are you sure no one is around?" I asked, nervously. He nodded.

"Yeah, not many people come here" He smirked, holding my hand tighter.

We turned a corner and there was a blanket on the sand, with a basket. I smiled at him.

"Is this for us?" I asked, he nodded, with a cheeky grin and sat down. I sat with him and watched him start to unload the basket. He put a drink next to me and some food around us. I suddenly felt back. I didn't eat, surely he knew that.

"Paul, I don't eat," I said, he grinned.

"I know, the food is for me, the drink is for you, its bourbon, I read that vampires like alcohol"

I felt so happy. I grabbed the bottle, it was a water bottle and took a sip, it was bourbon, good bourbon.

"Thank you, Paul" I smiled.

He started eating, I looked out at the view, it was lovely. The ocean was crashing onto the rocks, and the smell of salt was wonderful.

"I forgot how much I love the beach" I smile.

"When did you last come to the beach?" He asked.

"I was 14 I think? I remember wearing my swimming costume which covered my entire body, my brother and I got ice cream" I smiled, remembering.

"Can I ask how old you are? Is that rude?" He asked I laughed. I was so used to people asking me my age.

"It's fine, I just don't want to put you off, but I'm 154" I answered

"Wow, when were you born?" He asked.

"1866" I smiled.

"I bet time was different back then," He said awkwardly.

"Yes, back then we wouldn't be left alone like this" I giggled, "You would have courted me after asking my father's permission, and then after a few months, you would propose to me, and then not long after we'd be married"

"I suppose I could ask Carlisle permission" He laughed. I shook my head,

"Carlise is more like my brother, he found me a few months after I was turned" I explained.

"What happened to your family? What did they do?" He asked. No one had really asked me about my family.

"My mother was a housewife, my father worked in a factory, I wasn't really close with either of them, they let me know they didn't like me as much as my brother" I explained "I loved my little brother, Henry, he was only 17 when I died. I know it hit him hard, after a few years I went to go check him and his life"

"Was he happy?" Paul asked I smiled, I knew I'd be crying if I could.

"He married and had a few children, he was happy, what made me really happy there were a few photos of me when I was younger in his house" I smiled.

"Well, that's normal though, having pictures of your loved ones" He chuckled.

"Well it was still kind of new to have photos, I even have this large painting of me and my family at home, because that was still a thing when I was young" I explained.

"That's kind of cool" He smiled, taking my hand in his and rubbing his thumb over my hand.

"I'm leaving tomorrow to go to Denali" I tell him.

"For a holiday?" He asked, and I nod. As he said that I felt the sun peak from the sun and glitter along my skin.

"Wow, vampires really do sparkle" He stated. I nodded, stretching my limps.

"It feels nice" I smile.

Paul reaches up and strokes his hand over my glittering cheek, I lean into his hand and close my eyes.

"You're beautiful" He smirks, shuffling forward.

"Can I kiss you Y/N?" He asked, quietly like he is nervous. I nod, not opening my eyes. I hear him shuffle some more, and then his warm lips touch mine. We stay still until I moved closer and push my lips more firmly against his. It had been years since I had kissed someone, but this beat every kiss I've ever had. His hand flattened against my cheek and his other hand pressed against my other cheek holding me as our lips movies together.

We kissed, for what it seemed like hours, but Paul pulled back to breathe. I smiled and noticed his blush. I wish I could blush.

"That was really nice" I smiled, he nodded agreeing.

For the rest of the evening, we laid on the blanket, looking up at the sky, talking about our lives, dreams, and school. He was impressed with how many college courses I had done. And with how many books I had read. Just wait until he saw my room, it was basically a library. The entire time we spoke, his hand was holding mine, like he was scared to let go. I hoped he never let go.

As the day came to an end, and he had to go on patrol for Sam, he kissed me again before I hopped onto my motorbike and sped home.

Of course, when I got home, they were all waiting, massive grins on their faces.

"How did it go?" Esme squealed.

"It was lovely, now I'd love to chat but I'd like to take a nice hot bath and read for the evening" I smiled walking past my family.

"A hot bath thinking about Paul, I'm sure" Emmett piped up.

"I'll fight you" I laughed speeding up the stairs to my room.

I started running the bath with an expensive bubble bath Tayna got me last time I saw her. I picked up three books, I'd probably stay in the bath for a few hours to ease my hard muscles.

When I sunk into the water and sighed loudly, I thought to myself. Emmett was right.

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#paul lahote x reader #fluff #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #paul lahote #paul lahote x y/n #vampire x werewolf #vampire #werewolf

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volturiprincess · 1 month ago

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Carlisle with human mate that is Blind and when he turns them, they get their vision back and sees him for the first time

This one was interesting to write, i had to do some small research for it but i enjoyed. I hope the wait was worth it💙 (also did a small HP reference, if I ever had a dog like i mentioned on here, I would without call it Padfoot)

Enchanting

Warnings: mentions of death (I'm so sorry to all my dog lovers out there, I'm one myself), mentions of pain medication (it was only mentioned once and its use for medical purposes, don't do drugs kids!)

h/s: hair shade (dark, light, etc.)

Word Count: 1.5+K

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Never able to see something with certainty and always living with uncertainty. That was until I found him, well more like he found me. I was on a walk with my adorable black german shepherd, Padfoot, we usually walk on this empty street that my house is located on. It was a peaceful afternoon, the rain had stopped for the time being and it was slightly chilly. To me it was the perfect weather for my daily walk, there was a silence that created a serene peaceful setting. Hardly any cars pass by and this is Forks, nothing interesting happens here unless you think about the bear attacks that have been happening lately. As Padfoot continues to guide me down the street I mainly focus on hearing my surroundings, since I can't actually admire the scenery around me.

What happens next can only be described as a chain of events that happened quicker than flipping the switch on for light. It all happened so fast, one minute I heard the roar of an engine and a loud yelp of pain, and me laying face down on… grass? I lay there for a minute trying to recall the events when I hear a small whine, I sit up trying to find the source of the whine but I'm failing as my eyes are filling up with tears in my already hazy eyes. I know that whining all too well, I manage to spot a fuzzy shape laying in the middle of the street and I crawl to him, I cradle his head onto my lap as he slips from me slowly. I managed to choke out a small “Padfoot please” and I felt his body go limp. I held his body against me for a while with hot tears streaming down.

Padfoot has been in my life for a little over ten years now. My parents got him for me when he was a pup and they would take him to his training classes so he could become my guide dog. He was my best friend, without him I would not be able to get to places without fearing of hurting myself. My thoughts were interrupted by a smooth voice.

“Miss, are you alright?”

I look around to find the source of the voice to be met with what I believe is a person, it was hard to make out his features but with the sound of his voice I can tell he is a man. I wiped some of my tears away and blink any upcoming ones away.

“I um, well do I look okay?”

“My apologies I didn't mean to interrupt your moment of grief but you look a bit rough up”

“Oh? I um sorry didn’t mean to snap at you but he just passed away”

“What happened”

“I'm not 100 percent sure, you see I have partial blindness, all I can remember is like a force pushing me to the side, the sound of a loud engine and then a yelp”

I surprised myself that I managed to even get words out since I felt my throat closing in from holding back a choke of a sob in.

“I'm sorry for your lost, but do you mind if I take you to the hospital, I’m actually a doctor there, Im Doctor Cullen but you can call me Carlisle”

Huh, what are the odds that a doctor is the one helping me out. But my reassurance was dissolved when I looked down at the shape of my lovely Padfoot.

“Wh-what about him?”

“Do you trust me?”

Even though I cannot fully see him, his voice was so calm and caring, I think I could hear him talk for hours and not get tired of it. I nod gently.

“I can have one of my kids take him to the vet to get him cleaned up and you can bury him or?”

I always knew that if that dreadful day came that my Padfoot was ever to leave me, I would have him cremated, in that way if for some reason I was ever to leave Forks in the future I dont leave him behind.

“I wanted to have him cremated”

He gently responded in a more softer voice “Ok, I'll have him take care of it while I take care of you at the hospital”

I blushed slightly at the way he said that but nodded, I heard him dial a number and then he spoke quietly to whoever. Must have been his child he mentioned. Weird. He sounds young, I would never assume he would already have kids already and from what I can tell from the situation his kid must be already an adult or at least almost. He stayed with me in the middle of the now deserted street until his kid came. When they finally arrived, I heard two angelic sounding voices, a deep and high one. Two kids?

“Ah Edward, Alice, thank you for coming”

I don't remember much after that sentence, all I can remember was having Padfoot being taken out of my arms and a cold hand guiding me to a car. And bits and parts of being in the hospital, I

remember how he was gentle and slow with taking care of my cuts, the only major ones are the ones on my knees and hands from when I was crawling.

That was 5 months ago already, a month after I met Carlisle he asked me out to dinner. And two months after that he told me he is a Vampire and that I am his supposed mate. I got to meet his adoptive kids, they are all kind and with the time I spend time with them I can almost identify them each with my limited vision. After the loss of Padfoot, which I'm still grieving over, I grew to be comfortable enough with the Cullen clan, they made sure one of them stays with me. That only happens if Carlisle is working but other than that I do spend a lot of time with them, mostly at their house.

Soon enough came the day of my turn date. I thought about it quite often, I spent so much time alone and to find someone like Carlisle, is a one in a million chance. He does not take pity in me and he treats me with so much love and care. In the past when I used to date, they were not the best experiences. But with Carlisle we spend hours outside and he is describing every detail that is surrounding us, if I close my eyes I can almost picture it with a clear vision.

Me and Carlisle have had long conversations about this but with a lot of convincing we both came to a settlement, on my 22nd birthday I will be turned, which is today. He told me he will be there with me every second of the way. The minute I am out cold and letting the transformation overtake me he would be there holding my hand.

And so came the moment, im laying down in his makeshift medical wing in his house. He leans close to my face and whispers “I love you”. After that everything went dark. Before he bit into me he gave me enough morphine so I would not feel any pain when he sank his teeth into me.

And so two days went by, I did feel pain in various moments in the transformation but it would vanish in minutes. On the final day, I felt my heartbeat vanish, the sound of my breathing soon failed to exist but I was met with the pleasing sound of my mates small gasp. I knew it was his because I spent months just listening to his voice without knowing how he looked like but I could assume he is handsome.

I open my eyes slowly to be met with a ceiling, it has a nice brown shade but the material is unknown to me. Wait? I can see that. Wait, I can see!? I sit up immediately to witness everything around me with perfect vision. Everything was so clear and….beautiful. The sunlight casted a nice glow to the room that made me feel for a minute I was in paradise. I could see a gorgeous bouquet of different various colored flowers, something I look forward to learning the name too with time. Next I see a mirror that is hanging on the wall I am facing, and I see myself. Without thinking twice I am standing in front of it admiring myself. I see my eyes are a crimson red and my face is so defined. My h/s hair frames my face perfectly, it looks so healthy, so unreal.

How can that be me? I'm so…

“Enchanting”

My evaluation of myself is interrupted by his voice. I freeze for a moment, slapping myself mentally, for forgetting the man of my dreams. I turn to him slowly to be met with the most attractive man I could ever see, which is a lot to say because I have never seen another man in my life. But he's perfect, how can he be real? He wears a warm smile that makes me feel weak in the knees instantly. He comes up to me, from up close he’s more beautiful than words themselves can explain.

I reached a hand towards his face, unfazed by how fast my arm moved toward him, I caressed his cheek gently. I was fascinated by how we were now the same temperature, the cold versus warm we had seemed to never exist. But his eyes, so full of warmth like his smile, I want to melt into him with how much of awe I am looking at him.

“Your the definition of handsome”

He chuckled quietly at my words, the expression his face makes when he laughs looks angelic, come to think about it he's just angelically beautiful.

“Honey I’m the first man you have ever seen clearly”

“That is true, but even before I could already tell you were handsome”

“How so?”

“By your voice and sometimes when there was not to much lighting I swear I could see you”

“Is that so?”

I nodded, there were moments where I felt like I did get glimpses of him in certain moments, and Alice might have told me in great detail how Carlisle looks like. But now I can look at him with certainty, I never want to remove my gaze from him but I have eternity to not only look at him but I have a whole world to explore with him.

#carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #the cullens #the twilight saga

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 11 months ago

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Carlisle Cullen x Reader (3)

AN: This fic is a continuation of this one and this one. There are no warnings for this installment.

It didn’t take your children long to divide themselves into teams after they heard that you would be playing baseball instead of refereeing like you usually did. Carlisle stole a quick kiss as you accepted the baseball bat that he offered you.

“I choose dad. Sorry mom,” Rosalie called to you.

“I choose mom. Sorry babe!” Emmett fired back.

Your gaze fell on Edward who was whispering in Bella’s ear. You had an idea what your eldest son was saying.

“Edward! Get over here! You’re holding everyone up!” Rosalie complained.

“Yeah, Eddy! We don’t need mom to know that we cheat.”

“Too late,” you quipped.

Edward rolled his eyes in response and darted across the field to join Carlisle and Rosalie. Emmett was batting first and he hit the ball with a thunderous crash once Alice had thrown it. Edward took off into the forest while Emmett darted around the bases. He must have sensed Edward’s return because Emmett skidded to a stop on the third base at the same time that the ball smacked into the glove Alice wore.

Jasper was the next to bat. Alice pitched the ball to her mate and just as it had with Emmett, bat and ball collided with a tremendous bang. Jasper sped around the bases as Rosalie chased after the ball and he had just managed to make it to the second base when Rosalie hurled the ball back to Alice.

You stepped up to the plate and you saw Carlisle motioning to Edward and Rosalie to spread out – you fought a grin; your mate knew you too well.

“Bring us home mom!” Emmett cheered.

The clouds darkened from a light grey to a darker shade while you squared up. Your daughter launched the ball at you and with a heavy boom, the bat and ball connected. Tapping into your powers, you sprinted to first base, tapped your hand into Jasper’s as you passed second base and high fived Emmett as you approached third. Your children raced over to the home plate and crossed it; Bella announced that they were safe immediately after they had each stepped over the plate.

You had almost reached the home plate when you were tackled to the ground. A hand cupped the back of your head to prevent it from slamming onto the ground and you became aware of your mate’s body pressing into you as you heard the ball slamming into Alice’s glove.

“You’re out, darling,” Carlisle purred.

Tearing your gaze away from your mate’s golden, mischievous ones, you called out to Bella.

“Safe!” She yelled back.

You saw the question in Carlisle’s eyes before he noticed that your outstretched fingers were actually resting on the home plate. He chuckled and climbed off of you before offering a hand to help you to your feet.

Your children swarmed you within seconds and you received countless hugs and birthday wishes but the best hug by far that you received came from your mate.

#my writing #my fics #twilight #carlisle cullen #female reader #carlisle cullen x reader #edward cullen #bella swan #alice cullen #jasper hale #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #twilight x greek mythology #no esme

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sachiko6243 · 9 months ago

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I belong to you

Summary: After Aubrey had dealt with her past and finally freed herself from her abusive father, Carlisle made sure to spoil her rotten, buying her a whole island in her name. A new beginning for the couple celebrated with inaugurating their new bed...

This is a part of a story I write on Wattpad (its also finished), as I am conviced this man needs more attention. Its called "Save Haven". Feel free to hop over, my account name is in my description. 🥰

Word count: 3457

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, dirty talk (a lot of it), rough, Dom Carlisle, sub reader, Minors DNI! this contains adult content!

He walked us through the house, but I was way to occupied with him and my feelings than to look thoroughly. There would be time a different day. When he stopped walking, he slowly set me down on the floor. I let go of him, watching his face through my tearstained lashes, a smile spreading over my lips. “Not to sound like I am not appreciating your gift, but why?” I asked, my voice still shaky from the crying. Carlisle shrugged his shoulders: “I wanted to make you happy.”

“You don’t need to throw away that much money, to make me happy.” I scolded him. “This is way too much. I cant take that gift. Its… how am I ever supposed to make it up to you?”

“Its not enough.” Carlisle held his ground. “You are here with me. Spending your time with me. You even considered giving up your mortality to stay with me. That’s more than I could have ever dreamed to have, more than I am even entitled to asked for. And still, I have it. This is nothing compared to the things you already gave me.”

“Its expensive! And I want to stay with you, because I love you, not because of your money. How are you even able to afford all of this? I mean, I know you are rich, but that’s clearly another level of rich.” I tried to argue, searching for reasons to talk some sense into him. But my statement seemed to do nothing more than make him laugh: “And I am very grateful that you choose me because of who I am and not what I am.” He said giving my forehead a kiss. “This is not expensive at all. Do you even know how rich I am? I have been working as a doctor for over 200 years. In the beginning I worked in two hospitals one dayshift one nightshift. There is a lot of money that starts to collect itself. More than I could ever spend. And after Alice joined us, trading on the stock market became another source of income. So please let me spoil you. It’s the least I can do.”

I just huffed, trying to retort something, but he just put a finger on my lips. “No arguing anymore. Remember what I told you on our first date?”

“That you are old school?” I asked, raising a brow in confusion.

“Exactly. And what did Bella suggest if the towns gossip would push you out of your work?” He kept on asking without giving me an explanation.

“To become your sugar babe? That was a joke, Carlisle. You cant just…” I was again interrupted. “I can and I will. I am going to be your very old school, very rich and good looking sugar daddy.” With that he simply pressed his lips against mine, ridding me of every chance of arguing back.

“God, how I missed doing that all day.” He mumbled into my hair and I instantly relaxed against his chest, taking in his masculine scent of books and smoke.

Carlisle immediately picked me up again and pressed me against the wall. Out of reflex, I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. He narrowed his eyes, as desire slowly pushed itself to the front. I swallowed and looked up at him, at those beautiful golden eyes that had grown dark with need. When I ran my tongue over my lips, I heard him groan. "And?" I asked, his strong reaction towards my lust making me cocky, heat pooling in my stomach. "What else did you miss?"

He dipped his head, his lips just above my collar bone. "You." He whispered. Cold breaths fanning over my skin made me close my eyes and whimper out in lust, goosebumps rising all over my skin. "I want you." He repeated, his voice a low growl against my skin.

I swallowed hard, as he pressed up against me, the feeling of his hard cock straining against his pants making my breathing go rigid. His hands let go of my waist; his lips skimming up to my ear. A sound rose from the back of my throat, something that felt like a purr. Warmth and desire washed over me again, and I grabbed onto Carlisle collar, saying: “Please, daddy.”

He pulled back, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with passion. After the next inhale, his lips crushed onto mine. I was pulled into a darkened tunnel of desire. His kisses were deep, drugging me senseless. His tongue, all cold and icy, luscious, and sinful, licked and probed its way into the warmth of my mouth. Whimpering helplessly, I looped my arms around his neck. My body already throbbing and aching, arousal pooling between my thighs, and he had just started kissing me.

There was no need to be hurried. His mouth devoured mine, leaving me breathless, and him oblivious to me working frantically on his clothes. “Slowly, little girl.” He groaned when he felt his vest coming undone. “Slowly.”

Carlisle grabbed my wrists to stop me. “Slowly.” He pulled away just enough, his mouth barely hovering over my lips. “Let’s make tonight count, hmmm?” His eyes had grown dark and dangerous. “How…” I started, but his cold breath fanning over my skin made reel up in need. He was able to make me go weak in the knees just by the way he touched me, and he knew it. “How slow are we talking about?” I was finally able to press out.

“Very slow.” He whispered before dragging my face in for a kiss. “So slow…” He savored the lusciousness of his words. “…that by the time I’m done with you, you won't have an ounce of strength left in that beautiful body of yours.” He wore a wicked grin on his face, walking us over to the sofa in front of the fireplace that was set on the light stone wall across the bed. He gently laid me down, hovering over me before pressing a searing kiss to my cheek, just as gentle as when he laid me down.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty little pussy, kitty.” He gingerly kissed me, fiddling with the strings of my dress. I was stunned at his sudden change in demeanor. Normally he was very careful of the others hearing our interactions. But it seemed the more time we spent together, the bolder he got. Finally, able to loosen my dress enough, he shuffled it up my body, pulling it over my head.

“Fuck.” he breathed. “Feels like you’re trying to kill me already, love.” Keeping his place between my legs, his arms trailed up my chest, playing with my tits. “So fucking gorgeous…” Placing my hands on his wrists, encouraging him to continue, I sighed “Daddy…” Head thrown back. I could swear his eyes darkened by four shades, swallowing his pretty golden hues into the abyss of his lust.

Moving from his place between my legs to help me remove my underwear in one swift motion, quickly getting right back to business as soon as he was able to. Once he was settled back between my thighs again, I could feel his hands gripping them tightly. “Such a pretty pussy you’ve got here, little one.” His face was so close to my center, his breath fanned against my skin with every word he said. “Can’t believe you’ve kept it from me for so long.” Littering my thighs with kiss after kiss, each time getting closer to my core.

“I haven’t.” I breathed out, my voice audibly shaking at his actions. He just tutted at my words. “I had to wait nearly 400 years for you to step into my life. Only to then see you being abused by another man. Forcing me to sneak around everyone’s back, only to be with you.”

My hands made their way to his hair, gently grasping his hair and tugging to emphasize my need for him. “Please, Carlisle…”

“Please what, little kitty?” He mocked coyly.

“You know what.” My hips began to rise from the sofa, searching for some relief.

“Uh uh.” He moved his head further from where I wanted it the most. “I wanna hear you say it for me.”

“I… can you… I want you to eat me out, please?” Squeezing my eyes shut, not being able to look at him, as he finally connected his lips with my center. “Oh my GOD!” His tongue traced my clit lightly, barely giving much stimulation, but even that was enough to make my legs starting to quiver.

While his tongue tracing my clit felt absolutely amazing, nothing prepared me for feeling his tongue tracing along my soaked slit, before delicately prodding inside of me. “Fuck!” I shrieked out, his tongue trailing back to my clit before I felt his finger slowly enter my pussy. He raised his mouth from my center, looking me straight into my eyes. “For Gods sake, how I love this.” His voice was nearly a growl. “That sweet pussy of yours hooked me the moment I had my first taste. And by all what is mighty, I will never stop worshipping it.” I couldn’t help myself but mewl at his words. The way he praised me in his old-fashioned way of speaking turning my bones to water.

He was passionate about pleasing me, humming at my skin. Making sure to wait for me to relax, welcoming the pleasure rather than being surprised by it, before he slowly started to thrust the single digit in and out of my core. I tossed my head back against the pillows at the feeling of his long fingers reaching parts of me that I could never reach myself.

“Fuck!” His finger found the perfect spot inside of me, curling to massage it gently and bringing me closer to the edge. My pussy pulsating in rhythm with his thrusts, the wet and messy sounds of my pleasure filling the room. I felt him moan, even more as he brought his free hand up my chest, pinching and pulling my nipple before switching to the neglected breast, simultaneously adding a second finger.

I cried out for him. “I’m so close, please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” My back began to arch off the sofa, as his ministrations went on, his fingers pounding into my pussy as his lips continued to suck eagerly at my clit. “Oh my…” I rasped, my voice hoarse and thin. “Daddy!” I yelled, as my orgasm washed over me all the sudden. Riding it out, as he refused to cease his actions on my body until I couldn’t take any more and ha to pull him away.

“I need you.” I said timidly, my gaze on the floor. “I need you inside of me.” But the way he looked at me with those dark eyes and predatory look, made me feel brave and…sexy. Carlisle let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I slipped my hand underneath his clothes, gently shoving the fabric down his shoulders. He got the hint, getting up from his knees and undressing himself, making a show for me to watch. His fair skin, scattered with scars from the many fights he had been in, giving his soft appearance a slight hint of roughness, that had me reeling in desire.

"You sound so needy.” He growled, watching me intently as I laid there, spreading my legs for him. "I love it when you are all desperate and riled up for me." He shook his head, a cocky grin appearing on his lips. And I whined at his words. "You are such a slut." He grinned, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me across the sofa to have more space to settle between my legs. But he didn’t. Standing next to me, he looked down with a smirk.

"Do you know what that dress did to me all day?" He asked, his voice a tad gentler. "I should have fucked you when you came down the stairs." A hot shiver ran down my spine and fluttered inside my core. "I would have fucked my cum so deep inside you, until you are a crying mess for everyone to hear. And then I would have had you walk back down. Nothing more than a ripped dress covering you, barely doing anything to keep your modesty, all while my cum runs down your thigh."

I winced at his word, closing my legs in embarrassment. Did he really mean that? "Carlisle…" I started, "…that’s…" I was cut off with a loud moan pushing through my lips as he inserted two fingers. His fingers curled once more, and with it, my toes. "This pussy belongs to me." He pumped his fingers inside of me, slowly crawling on top of me. "Your pussy belongs to me. And I will have it whenever I want it."

Without a warning, his fingers abandoned my needy core, his cock taking their place. The thickness stretching me out, as the head of his penis pressed against my puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out once more. His hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold, his thrusts just as rough. I cried out each time he filled me up. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. He had never fucked me like this before, without preparing me with his fingers thoroughly, but I relished in it. Relished in the way his balls slapped against me with a wet snap. Relished in the way he made a mess of me; my wetness being smeared around between us.

"I belong to you." I whimpered, back arching and hands gripping his biceps, as my nails failed to dig into his skin. Carlisles thrusts faltered and he finally looked at me. He pulled me flush to his chest, my bare breasts against him. Gripping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. "Say it again."

"I'm yours, Daddy. Forever." I repeated, my voice slightly muffled by his fingers gripping my chin hard. Picking up his pace again, he let go of my face, grabbing both of my hands and burying them beneath his fingers.

Like a ravenous predator, his eyes meet mine. A pleasure visible inside of them, that was beyond my wildest dreams, the high I so desperately yearned for just a tad too far to reach. “Please.” I whimpered, finally completely pushed over the edge and into submission. His previously slow pace got replaced by a more moderate one that had me gasping for air. The searing heat returning, yet this time it was more than welcomed, much like his cock, leaving not a spot untouched in its way.

“Daddy…” I whispered, not able to do much more than moan or plead his name. My head hung back, lips parted and back arching as I gave myself into his hands. Soon my moans were accompanied by his groans, showing how much this affected him as well. It was the sound of his voice, growling my name followed by a string of curses, that dragged me towards my release in fast steps.

“Carlisle, please…” I breathed out, loud enough to catch his attention. “More…” Arching my back, to press myself against his chest, unable to fight his strong hold that held me in place as he pounded into me mercilessly. “M-More, please” I rasped.

His response was letting go of one hand and grabbing ahold of my hips, as he kept on driving himself in as deep as possible, knocking the air straight out of my lungs, leaving me clutching onto his shoulder and hand. “It’s as if you are trying to send me over the edge just by looking at me.” His voice was low, unsteady. A mere shadow of its usual self. “My pretty little girl, so eager to be ruined.” I was unable to even process his words. All I could sense was him, so I shrieked, when he let go of me and roughly manhandled my legs upwards.

With knees now brought to my chest, I could do nothing but claw at the pillows, as his strong hold kept me in place. The feeling of his cock more prominent than ever, as blind spots were slowly taking over my vision.

“Carlisle!” I yelped, but my train of thought got interrupted by another thrust.

“This is what you requested, is it not?” He growled. A mewl ripped from my throat, a series of pants and gasps filling the room before my jaw was in his grasp once more; forcing my gaze upon him. “It is what you begged me for. To give you more, is it not?” He repeated.

Not being able to do much more than gape, I parted my lips, staring into golden hues now wild and firm, boring into my soul. Even though I stared at him, I could not focus on anything, all my attention on the snapping of his hips, the feeling of his tip touching that one bundle of nerves that made me cry out in desperation. “Th-There - There!”

My words were jumbled and slurred; my brain drunk from the bliss overtaking my body one tidal wave after another. I bucked my hips, frantic for that sensation to grow stronger. “Here?’’ He drove into my core again, prompting my eyes to fall back into my head. The only word I was able to say being his name and hushed pleads, interrupted by countless gasps, and mewls.

A familiar feeling started to rise within the pit of my stomach, sending all my senses into overload. It was blistering, devastating, and I was unsure how much longer I could hold on. With Carlisles fingers now capturing my clit between his thumb and forefinger, combined with the icy heat of his kisses on my neck and shoulder, it was beyond what I could have ever asked for.

Searing, hot, like a rapid, undying fire my body started burning. With eyes barely opening I tried to warn him, yet my core did it for me. Walls clamping down, earning a curse from him, as fresh marks now stained the skin of my hips.

“C-Can’t - I can’t.” I cried out, but he cut me off with his lips, dragging me into a kiss full of passion. Hunger, vigor, intense and demanding, that’s what crossed my mind as he kissed me. “Come, my love.” His voice almost drowning in the hurdled cry that left my mouth after he parted from the kiss. “Come for me.”

It was all I needed to hear, to finally shatter around him. My vision turning blurry, as a violent jerk overtook my body, all the nerves tensed and contracted in pure bliss. It was blinding and fierce, and in a fervid moment, I arched my back, finally releasing the blistering heat inside of my body with a cry of his name. Surely heard by everyone in this house.

Trembling, that was all I could do. My frame hit the sheets, head spinning, as I was gasping for air. And I barely even noticed Carlisle being brought to his own release a shuddering growl of my name falling from his lips. The once fervent snaps melting into nothing but a few bucks until he steadily came to a stop.

Once more, my swollen lips were captured by his own, slower, gentler this time, but still as passionate as ever. Unable to come up with much resistance, I merely hummed and leaned into him; sighing as his length retreated from my core, leaving behind an empty feeling.

It took a moment for him to gather his composure, but soon he got up, he was making a run for the bathroom to get a towel to clean me up. At least that’s what I assumed; my head still too fogged up to really comprehend anything beyond the tingly feeling inside my body. Within seconds, he was back, kissing every part of my body he could reach while cleaning me up. “Rest.” It was a quiet whisper. “You did so well, little one.” He sighed, pressing a peck to my mouth. “But for now, rest.”

I could feel him picking me up and carrying me through the room. The next thing I noticed was being sat down on a soft surface. But when he let go of me, I cried out for him. Immediately his cold hands were back on my body. “Shh, my love. Its alright. Sleep now. I am here.” Closing my eyes, I registered him climbing into the bed as well. Cuddling into his side, I fell asleep, his arms holding me securely in a cold embrace.

#fem reader #smut #carlisle x reader #carlisle cullen smut #carlisle cullen #twilight

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sethsclearwater · 1 year ago

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this is so weird but could you PLEASEEEEE do a blurb or an imagine where reader is seth's imprint and he gets hurt while training (like something dumb like he gets kicked in the balls or something stupid like that) and the boys call reader over to comfort him because he's all grumpy and just wants to hold reader to make him feel better

"seth-" you breathed out a sigh of relief when you saw your boyfriend laid down on emily's couch, looking relatively decent minus the giant bag of frozen peas he was currently holding over his sweatpant clad groin.

he opened his arms when he saw you and you were quick to step over to him, kneeling down on the floor next to the couch so he could give you an awkward hug, "what happened?" you murmured as you wrapped your arms around his neck, both of you holding each other close as best you could given the circumstances.

seth let out a breathy laugh, pressing his lips to your hair for a moment before responding, "embry doing dumb embry things," he mused teasingly.

embry appeared to take issue with that, coming in from the kitchen where the rest of the wolves were to give the two of you space, "listen i did not-" he started to argue but you rolled your eyes, releasing seth so you could sit up and flip him off eliciting a series of laughs from everyone.

embry huffed, knowing you would get over it soon enough, before heading back into the kitchen so you and seth could get some privacy, "i swear to god if that man fucked with your ability to have any children with me i will end his career," you threatened and seth rolled his eyes, threading his fingers through your hair soothingly.

"i already asked carlisle," he reassured, "promise 'm all good pretty girl, don't gotta worry about me. carlisle just said to take it easy for today and tomorrow and i should be all good to go," he explained, offering you a reassuring smile as you let out a soft sigh, rolling your eyes before he pulled you down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

"now can you come lay down with me for a bit? i need my pretty girl to take care of me," he teased, helping you get up and onto the couch so you could lay with him.

you giggled, "want me to kiss it and make it all better?" you asked teasingly, both of you laughing at your proposition while seth got a movie on for the two of you to watch.

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palmofafreezinghand · 7 months ago

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suspenders: on ao3 here.

2011.

A wolf whistle stopped Carlisle mid-step as he walked down the second-floor hallway.

“Someone’s getting lucky,” Emmett sang, his signature heavy footsteps coming up quickly behind Carlisle.

“That is the hope,” Carlisle said quietly, eyes fixed on his freshly shined shoes, mindlessly twisting his wedding band.

“I’d fuck you,” Emmett chuckled, his strong hand briefly landing on Carlisle’s shoulder as he used the leverage to push himself forward.

Carlisle’s brows furrowed as he looked over at the young man. “If you were a woman and my wife, of course?”

“Don’t be weird. I’d do it as me,” Emmett frowned as if Carlisle was broaching the confines of their relationship with his suggestion.

“Oh, thank you?”

“Anytime, Buddy,” Emmett elbowed Carlisle’s arm as the two began to resume their walk down the hall. “She’s been gone what, a month right?”

“Two months, three weeks, and six days,” Carlisle responded a second too quickly to seem normal.

His wife had been offered the opportunity of a lifetime, lead designer and contractor of a historic restoration project. The original architect had been one she had admired for nearly a century, and the chance to fully restore his work had been one she under no circumstances could refuse, even if the project required her to live on-site.

“Not that you’ve been counting,” Emmett chuckled.

“Of course not. I support my wife in all her endeavors, even the ones that require her to live in a different country for two months, three weeks, six days, and seventeen hours.” “That was almost believable,” Emmet said as they reached the staircase.

“Good, I’ve been practicing.”

“Have fun,” Emmett grinned, punching Carlisle’s arm one last time, before jumping over the railing onto the first floor — an act he was strictly prohibited from doing while Esme was home — and bounding out the front door.

Carlisle made his way down the stairs in a dignified manner, futzing with the drape of his sweater as he walked. He stopped in the first-floor foyer, examining his reflection in the entryway mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair once, twice, a third time. The lock at the front of his hair refused to stay gelled back, stubbornly falling on his forehead. His wife once remarked it made him look like ‘Clark Kent’s’ alter ego, he thought it made him look like a bum.

“Someone’s dressed up,” Rosalie said from the living room.

“Do I look alright?” Carlisle asked, turning to face her, holding his arms out at either side.

“Better than you usually do, but that’s not saying much,” she said from her spot on the couch. A disassembled speaker lay on the coffee table in front of her. A soldering iron in her hand as she pieced two parts back together.

“You know some people do find me half-decent looking.”

“I am painfully aware. You forget Esme and I are friends,” she sighed, turning her attention back to her project.

Carlisle took the move as a sign the conversation was over and turned back to the entryway mirror. His focus was fixed on his tie this time. It was light blue floral silk. Esme had bought it on one of their first trips to Paris, remarking it complimented his eyes.

“Speaking of Esme,” Rosalie said, dropping her voice so the rest of the house could not hear her unless listening intently, “did you know she enjoys a high-waisted pant?”

“Does she? I feel as if most of her pants have a reasonable - Oh, you are referring to my trousers.”

“I did not say that,” Rosalie said but he could see in the mirror she was nodding her head. “I did not say she thinks a pant like you used to wear in the thirties are becoming or quote accentuates your hips.”

“Good to know,” Carlisle said, turning to walk back up the stairs, appearing to be nonchalant. “On other news, I believe I forgot something upstairs.”

He was halfway down the hall when Rosalie quietly called after him, “Suspenders.”

“Suspenders?”

“Yes, but wear something over them.”

“Thank you,” Carlisle said, resuming his walk toward his bedroom.

“I didn’t tell you that.”

“Of course not.”

Once in his bedroom he fetched a pair of dark brown high-waisted wool trousers from the very back of his closet and tried them on. He examined himself in the floor-length mirror, turning and posing. He supposed they did accentuate his hips. Was that a good thing? He clipped on a pair of suspenders and slipped a slate blue sweater over the ensemble. With one more glance in the mirror, he admitted he did look better.

He switched the pants he had previously neatly tucked in his duffel bag for two pairs of high-waisted trousers that he had not worn since 1974 when Alice broke the news they were dreadfully out of style. Another set of suspenders was thrown in the bag, just in case.

Truthfully he did not need to primp as if he was courting her again. His wife would surely arrive at the private airpark smelling of construction crews and latex-based paint, in a pair of dusty stained coveralls. Yet, there was something exhilarating about the preparation, a giddiness similar to the first time he asked her to accompany him on a hunt. As close to a date as they could manage back in those days. Hopefully she still found him as charming.

Two at a time he made his way back down the stairs. He looked over to the entryway mirror one last time, running his hands through his hair, brushing the lock of hair back, it promptly fell when he removed his hand. With a sigh, he turned away from his reflection.

Before leaving he popped his head into the living room doorway, Rosalie had been joined by Edward, Renesmee, Alice, and Bella. Bella and Edward were tucked into an armchair reading from the same book. Alice was scrolling on her laptop. Renesmee sitting on the couch next to Rosalie, picking up a piece of the speaker turning it over in her hands, and then putting them back in the wrong place on the table.

“I’m off to the airport,” Carlisle said. “We will be back soon. Do not burn down the house, please.”

“Can I go with you?” Renesmee pleaded in a manner that was not age-appropriate, but he suspected was a result of being raised by nine adults she had wrapped around her finger.

“Yet again, no you may not,” Carlisle said.

“Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“Ugh,” Ness groaned, slumping in her seat. “I haven’t seen Grandma in months. I have so much to tell her.”

“I assure you she will want to hear every detail when we’re back in a week.”

“A whole week?” Edward asked quietly, looking up from the book he and Bella were reading.

’You have absolutely no room to talk. How many times I have served as a babysitter?’ Carlisle thought with a raised brow.

Edward nodded in concession, pressing his lips together as he returned his attention to the book in his wife’s hands.

“This outfit of yours is awful,” Alice complained. “Why do you never wear anything I buy you?”

“Your last purchase was a lobster-patterned three-piece suit,” Carlisle said.

“It was nautical.”

“I think he looks fine,” Rosalie said, glancing up briefly.

“That’s quite a compliment, coming from her,” Edward teased.

“Thank you, Rosalie,” Carlisle said, picking his keys up from the entryway rack, and opening the front door. “Goodbye, don’t cause any chaos, please. And if you do… I am begging you, don’t call.”

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chin-chilla-7 · 3 months ago

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Take Care

I really really like Carlisle Cullen from Twilight and so I've written another fic with him. It's just smut. But I think it's pretty good smut. Hope you enjoy <3

Title: Take Care Word Count: 4750 words on the dot. Summary: Being a vampire, Carlisle is immune from needing to sleep or eat to regain energy. However, being a vampire does not prevent him from overstressing himself with work. You have a solution, though, and it's your turn to take care of him. Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x GN!Reader Extra Info: Submissive!Bottom!Carlisle, pegging, reader using a strap-on

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A warm light emitted from Carlisle’s home office. He was at his desk, looking over another file. He tossed it onto one of the various piles forming in front of him. You sat across from him, comfortably in an armchair. The pen you had been using to doodle in your notebook was now twirling between your fingers, your focus now turned to your partner, who stared down at his desk, brow furrowed in concentration.

It wasn’t uncommon for Carlisle to get lost in his work. He didn’t need normal rest or to eat. Still, these things did not make him immune to stress. You reached out a hand and placed it on top of the pile Carlisle was taking from. “How about we call it a night, yeah?” you offer, voice gentle, “ You’ve been staring at these papers for hours.”

Carlisle only glanced at your hand before his eyes returned to his current file. “I’m almost done,” he started, something he’s already said tonight. “There’s only a few more left. Marilyn, she- she’s new, she’s nervous, I get it. But when I have to look over every file, correcting more than a half of a file, it really leaves me questioning your ability to do your job.”

Carlisle shut the current file he was working on, throwing it onto one of the piles. The pile was knocked over by the force of the throw. You moved out of the way of the fall as Carlisle reached out to stop it from falling onto you. With the papers scattered on the floor, Carlisle let out a sigh, head hanging between his shoulders. “Shit…” he mumbled.

You set your notebook on a side table, carefully making your way around to Carlisle’s side of the desk. You reached for him, taking his face in your hands. “Hey,” you said softly, making him look up at you. You stared into his golden eyes. “How about we call it a night?” you asked again, and before he could protest, added, “You can clean this up tomorrow, after you’ve taken a break. Don’t worry, it’ll still be here in the morning.”

The tension released from Carlisle’s shoulders as he leaned his face against your hold. He couldn’t help but smile. “Maybe you’re right, I’m sorry,” he stared, placing his hand overtop yours. He held himself there for a moment, grounding himself with your touch. “I’m not usually like this. I don’t really know what’s gotten me like-”

“Hey,” you said again, voice remaining soft. He stared down at you, another apology written on his face. “It’s okay. You know, sometimes you need to someone to care for you for a change,” you assured, taking Carlisle’s hand in yours. You swung it playfully, an idea overcoming you.

“Why don’t you let me care for you tonight?” You asked, your tone having turned into a purr. You took a step closer, pressing yourself up against Carlisle. You walked your fingers up along Carlisle’s arm, a seductive look in your eye. “I’ll help you relax, unwind. You’ve been working so hard, I think it’s about time you let yourself do a little bit of playing.”

You watched as Carlisle took in a sharp breath as you stepped closer, recognition flicking in his eye. He smiled, breathing out a small laugh in disbelief. “Oh, my dear,” he stared, cupping your face in his hand, “how sweet you are to me.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” you teased, taking Carlisle’s hand and tugging him out of his office. “I’m gonna make you feel as pampered as you make me feel everyday.”

You heard that earned another breathy laugh from your partner. Carlisle followed you down the hall to your bedroom easily, and he was sure to close the door behind him once you both entered. You turned to face him, reaching up to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. You kept it soft and sweet, hands slowly moving down his body and unbuttoning each button on Carlisle’s shirt. When you reached the waistband of his pants, you pulled away from the kiss. “Onto the bed, my love,” you requested.

Carlisle simply smiled at you before he did as you told. He sat on the bed, hands resting on his knees as he waited for your next instruction. But you didn’t give him one. Instead you gently moved his hands so you could settle onto his lap, rolling your hips in slow, rhythmic motions as you leaned in to press kisses along Carlisle’s face and jaw. He took in a breath, hands naturally finding place on your hips. His hold grew firm, trying to control your movements out of habit. You stopped moving, placing your hands on his. “Uh uh,” you tutted, moving his hands off your hips, “no touching.”

The request seemed to come as a shock as Carlisle blinked, hands twitching in want. “What?” he breathed out, looking over your face for any sign that you were joking. “No touching?”

“I’m taking care of you. That means only I get to touch you, not the other way around.” Despite his reluctance, Carlisle accepted your answer, gripping onto the bed sheets to keep his hands to himself. You smiled, pressing a kiss just below his ear before whispering, “Good boy~”

You swore you heard Carlisle’s breath catch in his throat even knowing the vampire didn’t breathe. You let out a pleased hum as you continued to press kisses along Carlisle’s neck, hips resuming their motion. Your kissing slowly became bites, staring with gentle nips before biting roughly leave marks, if only for a short time. Carlisle’s grip on the sheets tightened and you felt him grind his hips upwards against yours. A small noise of frustration left him.

“Please don’t tease me, darling, I need you,” Carlisle pleaded, voice just above a whisper.

“You have me,” you answered, matching his volume. That earned a whine from your partner. What a sweet sound.

“More. I need more of you,” Carlisle tried again, tugging at the sheets. “Please, I need-”

Carlisle stopped speaking when you slid your hands under his unbuttoned shirt. “You have me,” you repeated, taking Carlisle in a deep kiss as you removed his shirt from his upper body. It was still tucked into his pants, but now he was left in his thin undershirt, which hid very little from your eyes. You watched your hands roam over Carlisle’s chest, your own hips twitching with a want for more. But this wasn’t about you. You looked back up at Carlisle, his gaze boring into you in anticipation.

Your hand ran over Carlisle’s nipple, your thumb rubbing the bud over the fabric. Carlisle twitched, an uncertain hum leaving him.

“This okay?” You asked, feeling his nipple grow hard as you rubbed gentle circles against it.

Carlisle nodded. “Yes. Yes, please. Please keep going. I’m just- ah~” his voice quivered as your other thumb began to rub Carlisle’s other nipple. You smiled, watching the other with such fondness in your eyes.

“That’s it, baby, just relax,” you encouraged, observing the way Carlisle’s muscles relaxed from your words and your touch. His body naturally leaned into your touch, soft whines leaving him as you felt his hips twitch under you. But you were mesmerized, needing Carlisle to need you this way all the time. Though, you must have been staring too long as you were taken out of your trance when Carlisle grabbed one of your wrists. You looked between his hand and his face. “I said no touching-”

“Please,” Carlisle said, desperation laced in his voice, “no more teasing.”

You stared at Carlisle for a moment, a smitten look on your face, then nodded, sliding back an inch so you could undo Carlisle’s pants. You then stood up, giving him the opportunity to undress completely. You, however, took a step back when Carlisle moved towards you. “Oh no, just you right now, darling,” you said, placing your hands on his shoulders to sit him back on the bed.

You could tell a part of him was disappointed, but you knew that it wouldn’t stay that way for long. With Carlisle back on the bed, you sunk between his legs to rest on your knees. You slowly ran your hands up his thighs, pushing them apart. You then leaned forward, pressing kisses along the inside of his thigh. A low, needy whine escaped past Carlisle’s lips. You glanced up at him.

“Can I touch you now, my love?”

His question brought a smile to your face as you continued to kiss his skin. You nodded, and felt as his fingers laced through your hair, massaging your scalp. You hummed, your kissing turning into bites. That’s when you felt Carlisle’s hands grip your hair tighter and heard a groan from the man above you. You moved closer to Carlisle’s cock, which remained untouched for now. You noticed it twitched in anticipation, your hands and mouth now dangerously close.

“Please,” Carlisle’s voice broke the silence, tugging your hair ever so gently so you would look up at him. “I thought no more teasing.”

You pulled away to respond, looking up at him innocently. “Oh, but you make such the sweetest sounds when I do.”

“I can make sweeter ones if you let me.”

You let out a hum in consideration, acting as if you needed to take a moment to think about Carlisle’s offer. Of course, you had your decision before he had even finished asking: you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, hand wrapping around the rest of the shaft. Carlisle took in a sharp breath, a soft moan leaving past his lips. You hummed around his dick, tongue drawing circles around his head. Carlisle leaned forward, his hold in your hair going from gentle to firm.

“Oh yes…” he breathed out, hips twitching in hopes you’d take more of him in your mouth, “thank you.” Despite his body naturally seeking more, you adored how much restraint he was displaying, desperate to be good. “Ohh yes. Just like that, darling. Just like that,” he encouraged, rolling his hips in time with your hand. He tugged on your hair ever so slightly, hoping that was all you needed to take more of him in your mouth. While it didn’t make you take him deeper, it did encourage you to suck his tip more enthusiastically. You heard Carlisle moan and took it as a sign to keep doing exactly what you were doing.

After a few moments, though, it seemed Carlisle was growing impatient. He tugged at your hair again. “Come on, darling, take more, please. You can take more, can’t you?” he encouraged, using that tone of his that always made your face flush red. Tonight was no exception. You may be attempting to hold control tonight, but that didn’t mean Carlisle didn’t have his way with you.

You pushed your head further down Carlisle’s cock, your tongue eagerly tasting the underside of his shaft. One of Carlisle’s hands left your head to rest on the bed, finding purchase on the sheets once again. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. You felt your heart swell with pride upon hearing him curse: it wasn’t often he used such language.

“You’re such a sweet thing for me,” he praised, a gasp leaving him as you continued your ministrations. “Just perfect. God, how did I become blessed with someone as perfect as you?”

His words left your face flushed and your legs pressed together. You flicked your eyes upwards and saw Carlisle staring back at you, a smile on his face. A small whimper escaped you before you returned your focus to pleasing your partner. You had most of Carlisle’s dick in your mouth, your hand jerking off any part you couldn’t fit. Carlisle’s groan was all you needed to know that it was working.

It was working so well, in fact, that after a few moments, Carlisle spoke up again. “Oh, darling, I’m close-” he warned, and you could feel his grip in your hair tighten. You could tell what he wanted, but that wasn’t in your plan. As he rolled his hips to chase his high, you pulled off, panting in order to catch your breath. Carlisle let out a noise akin to another needy whine, confusion on his features. “What? Why-”

You cut him off with a kiss, climbing back onto his lap to push him back against the bed. When he was lying down, you pulled away, a smile on your lips. “I want to try something tonight,” you said, your only offer to an answer.

Carlisle furrowed his brow. “Try what?” he asked, sounding a little breathless himself.

You sat up, looking over to one of your dressers. “Well, I know we’ve talked about it, so I was wondering for tonight, as my way to take care of you, you let me use my strap?”

You watched Carlisle’s eyes widen, realizing what you were offering. He was still for a brief moment before nodding. “Please.”

If he could, you’re sure Carlisle would be blushing. You leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, promptly sliding off the bed. Before grabbing the strap, however, you took a moment to undress yourself, being sure to give Carlisle a show. You weren’t looking at him, but you knew his eyes were on you.

With your clothing now off, you squatted down to the bottom dresser drawer, opening it to take out the toy and its harness. First was the harness, which you stood up to put on, stepping into it and pulling it up. It took a few moments to adjust it comfortably, tightening and then untightening to retighten the fabric straps. You heard a soft laugh from behind you.

“Would you like help, my dear?”

You looked over your shoulder back at Carlisle, a playful smile on your lips. “No, sweetheart, I got it,” you assured, figuring you had enough tampering with the harness. You squatted back down to grab the toy and one last thing - lube - from the drawer before closing it.

You set the dildo on the bed, having yet to attach it to your harness. You didn’t want it in the way for the next part. “Lay back for me, baby,” you requested, crawling onto the bed alongside Carlisle. He did as he was asked, moving up the bed so he could lay down with his head on a pillow. With him in a better position, you moved yourself between his legs, spreading his thighs open. There was a pleased smile on your lips as you eyed your partner over.

“You look heavenly…” you breathed out. You looked at Carlisle's face and from his expression, you could tell that this would be another instance where he’d be blushing if he could.

“Funny,” he started, reaching a hand towards you for you to take, “I could’ve sworn it was you who was the angel.”

You took your hand in his, a soft smile on your face. “We can both be angels,” you offered, earning an unconvinced laugh from Carlisle, eyes avoiding yours for a moment.

“A fallen one, maybe.”

You looked at Carlisle with a saddened expression. You let go of his hand in order to crawl over him so you could be face to face. Carlisle’s hands naturally found their place on your hips, his thumb rubbing over your skin. “Fallen or not,” you started, a hand cupping Carlisle’s face while the other held you up, “you’re still my angel. And nothing is going to change that. You’re my own little piece of heaven. One that I know I’ll always have. One that I can always worship.”

You could tell by the way his grip on your hips tightened that talk of worship certainly did something for Carlisle. He broke your gaze, shaking his head. “Oh no, my dear, that’s not… I couldn’t… why would you… I don’t-”

“Shhh,” you soothed, guiding his head back to look at you again. “I want to… I need to.” You couldn’t quite explain why beyond this inherent need. Everything he's done for you, it feels like the least you could do.

Before he had another chance to protest, you leaned down to take him in a passionate kiss. After a moment, you pulled away, moving to kiss along his jaw, then down his neck, then over his chest down to his tummy. Every bit of his skin littered with your kisses of affection. You found yourself mumbling ‘I love you’s under your breath between your kissing. You heard small hums leave Carlisle, especially when you pressed kisses by his more sensitive spots, the spots you have come to discover throughout your relationship.

When you reached the end of the bed, you grabbed the lube, settling yourself between Carlisle’s legs again. You opened the cap and squirted it on your fingers, spreading it around with your thumb. Deeming them evenly coated enough, you reached down, fingers gently exploring between Carlisle’s cheeks. You watched him as he straightened in anticipation. “Relax,” you reminded, your soothing tone doing the trick. Carlisle laid back, staring up at you. You could see the uncertainty in his eye, but you could also see the excitement. Slowly, you pushed your middle finger into his hole.

Carlisle let out a quick groan in surprise, body unsure what to do with the new sensation, but you didn’t stop slowly pushing in. When your finger was up to the knuckle, you kept it there, gently rolling your hand in circles. “Ohh,” Carlisle moaned, hips twitching and legs spreading open in hopes of more. You smiled at the sight, taking this as a sign to progress. You began to move your finger in and out, curling your finger as you did so. It seemed to make your angel sing.

“Ohhh, yes. Yes yes yes. Please, darling, please. I need- you gotta- please, Oh Oh! Fuck-”

The second curse was caused by the addition of your index finger. You smiled at him, voice coming out as a purr. “You’re taking my fingers so well, baby. You’re being such a good boy~” you praised, spreading your fingers to scissor him open. You talked over Carlisle’s gasping. “Gonna be so good at taking my cock too, aren’t you?”

You watched as your words seemed to unlock something within Carlisle. He looked up at you in desperation, hooking an arm around one of his legs to give you better access and a prettier view.

“Oh look at that,” you started, running your free hand over Carlisle’s exposed thigh, “you really are a good boy. Didn’t know Dr. Cullen could be such a pretty little slut.”

The name calling earned a huff from the vampire, but he couldn’t keep much of a pout. “Please… no more teasing. I-I need it. Please.”

“Fuck…” the sight of Carlisle under you with such need left you the one cursing. “You have me, baby. You have me,” you assured, adding a third finger much quicker than the first two.

Carlisle gasped, “Oh!”

You shushed him, rubbing soothing circles against his thigh. “I got you, I got you. You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little more. Wanna make sure you’re prepped and ready for me.”

“I’m ready, I’m ready. Please.”

The neediness. You could get used to hearing that more often. You pulled your fingers out, earning a whine from Carlisle. It was ignored by you in favour of attaching your dildo to the harness. You grabbed the lube once again, generously covering the toy. With it coated, you lined yourself up, looking to Carlisle, who was staring back at you.

“You rea-”

“Please.”

Without being able to even finish your question, you were just as quick to fulfill the request. You pushed in filling Carlisle with the toy. His free arm crossed over his face, covering his eyes as he let out a deep moan. His body twitched as it accepted the toy, the twitching increasing as his cock spurted cum over his tummy. The event seemed to leave both of you surprised, but all you could do was stare at him lustfully.

“Oh baby…” You breathed out, having not even bottomed out yet.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. Oh my god, baby, don’t be. Fuck…” you let out a soft laugh, holding onto Carlisle’s hip. “Can I keep going?”

The question left Carlisle frozen for a moment before he nodded. “Please do.”

“Okay, but let me see your face.”

Another pause, but Carlisle obeyed, moving his arm off his face. He didn’t immediately look at you, though. You sensed his embarrassment. You leaned up to kiss his cheek. “That was so very hot, darling,” you assured, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “Makes me want to draw another and another and another one out of you.”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear you saw Carlisle squirm from your words. “Darling…” he breathed out.

“I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I already have what I want.”

You smiled, pressing another kiss to his face before sitting up once again. You began thrusting slowly in and out of Carlisle. His head fell back against the pillow, soft moans leaving him. His hand came up to cover his face again, only for him to move it away again, remembering the request.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good boy,” you encouraged, hand wrapping around Carlisle’s cock.

Even with his quick recovery rate, Carlisle was still sensitive so soon after his first orgasm. His back arched off the bed again, twitching and squirming against your touch. “Oh fuck, ahh~” he called out, moans spilling from his mouth.

“Fuck, darling, aren’t you beautiful like this,” you breathed out, having found a good rhythm for your hips and your hand. You watched as Carlisle reached out, one hand finding purchase in the sheets while the other reached for you. He had to let go of his leg to do so, but that was okay, because you used your free hand to replace his.

Carlisle had reached out for your shoulder, pulling you down towards him. It was hard to resist: his strength beating out yours easily. You weren’t sure he was aware of how much of his power he was using, too far gone in pleasure. Though, you sure if you weren’t careful, his grip on your sheets would result in tearing. Oh well, it wasn’t like it couldn’t be replaced.

You leaned down, taking Carlisle in a kiss. It’s what he was after; you could tell by the look in his eye and the direction of his pull. You had to let go of his cock to hold yourself in your new position, but he didn’t seem to mind: the friction of your two bodies offering enough friction as he moaned into your mouth. You found yourself moaning back, rolling your hips faster against Carlisle’s ass.

The hold he had on your shoulder then wrapped around your back, holding you to him. You let out a small gasp in surprise, his touch greatly cooling off your burning skin. The contact caused your hips to still as you wrapped your arms around him as best you could, holding him in a hug. Carlisle melted into it, burying his face into your neck as his other arms wrapped around you to complete the hug. “I love you,” you could hear him say against your skin.

You smiled, pressing a kiss on the side of his head. “I love you, too.”

After another moment of simply holding each other, you began to move, pulling out your hands from under Carlisle and running them over the sides of his body, exploring. You dragged your nails over his skin as you sat up again. Not before giving him a quick kiss, of course.

Carlisle adjusted himself under you, inhaling sharply as you teasingly twitched your hips. A smile spreading onto your lips as you caught him off guard. He sent you a look, a look of feign annoyance on his features. “Mean jab.”

You chuckled. “Oh,” you started, hands running over Carlisle’s torso, “like you haven’t done worse.”

“You like it,” he countered.

You tilted your head at him. “What?” you asked, beginning to thrust into him again. “You mean you don’t like this?”

Instead of responding with words, Carlisle’s head fell back against the pillow, a shaky moan suddenly leaving him. You hummed, a hand wrapping around Carlisle’s dick once again.

“That’s what I thought,” you tutted quietly.

Carlisle either didn’t hear your comment or was too focused on his own pleasure to bother acknowledging because all that he offered in response were his continued moans. Not that you minded, you sped up your thrusting as best you could. “Yeah, darling, just take it for me. I make you feel so good, don’t I?”

Now this was something Carlisle did hear. He nodded, finding his words. “Yes,” he panted, hips twitching and moving as he chased his own need. “Yes, it feels so good.” He reached out to grab onto you, his grip rougher than he usually was. “I need to- I’m gonna cum, baby, please,” he pleaded to you, eyes desperately looking at you.

You hummed. “Hmm, I don’t know… you didn’t ask the first time~” you said, but it was only a tease. You didn’t have time to clarify with Carlisle, though, before tears pricked the corner of his eyes.

“No, please,” he stared, his free leg wrapping around your waist to keep you from pulling away. “I’m sorry, please. Please, baby, lemme cum.”

And how could you deny such a request? Your hip thrusts grew more enthusiastic, as did your strokes to his cock. “Okay, baby, cum. Cum for me,” you encouraged.

It didn’t take much more push than that for Carlisle to cum a second time. Most of his release covered your hand. It wasn’t something you minded. In fact, you brought your hand up to your mouth to lick some of the residue, tasting him on your tongue. You then extended your hand to Carlisle, who was still taking a moment to bounce back from his orgasm.

“C’mon, baby, can you clean this up for me like a good boy?”

Carlisle looked up at you for a moment before taking your wrist in his hand. He pulled your hand towards his mouth where he began licking your hand clean. He maintained eye contact with you and you felt your breath hold in your throat. This wasn’t the intent of the request: you had wanted a moment to catch your breath, but it seemed that even now you couldn’t find it.

Once your hand was clean, Carlisle let go of your wrist, but he seemed to sense what you were feeling. “How are you doing?” he asked, voice that soft tone he used when comforting you.

You nodded. “I’m good. I’m good, yeah. You’re absolutely stunning,” you answered, earning a chucking from Carlisle. You continued. “I just didn’t realize how much of a different kind of workout this was. I mean, you do this on a regular basis?”

Carlisle laughed, working his way off the toy. “I wouldn’t say I do it quite like that,” he started, rolling the two of you over so that you were the one laying down now. “How about I show you how I do it?” he offered, running his hand over the curve of your face. “Then you could take some notes.”

Your face was a tint of red, but that didn’t stop you from responding with, “As long as it’s not on the final exam.”

Your answer resulted in the two of you devolving into a fit of giggles. It took a moment to collect yourselves, but when you did, Carlisle gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “No final exam,” he promised, giving you another quick kiss, this time on your chin. “Just a thank you,” he continued, pressing a kiss to your neck, “for the kindness you show me each and every day.”

His soft kisses left your skin burning hot. You watched him, a hand threading through his hair. As he continued to kiss down your body, you breathed out a gentle “I love you.” Carlisle paused to look up at you, a smile on his face.

“I love you, too. Now let me care for you just as you did me.”

And how could you deny such a request?

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 9 months ago

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I’m not sure if you’ve ever said anything about this, but the first time I read new moon, the vote chapter, there was one bit that really stuck out:

(from Bella’s point of view) Edward grabbed my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him. His other hand was out, palm toward Carlisle. Carlisle ignored that.

Bella later went on to say it was hard to talk clearly with how Edward was holding her jaw. I don’t know if I’ve misunderstood what exactly was happening, but why did the entire family watch that and do nothing? I’ve read the metas where you’ve said it’d take a lot for Carlisle to realise what Edward really is, but surely that’s a pretty massive indicator and Carlisle actively ignored it?

Anon, you're hilarious.

An Aside in Which I Say "Look in the Mirror"

I've been running this blog for a few years now (a terrifying thought) and I'm both a) one of the most critical of Edward in this space (which is not a bad thing, mind, people are free to do what they like) b) often get asks in which I am asked by anons to justify why I think poorly of Edward.

This is on top of the thousands of metas I've written pointing out various things from canon, where I've presented many arguments, and anons still will ask me to make more arguments.

This is fandom, anon, relatively objective observers who are privy to information the characters in the story don't have. We know Bella's exact thoughts, we know how Edward has interacted with her in private, and we even know Edward's private thoughts for at least the duration of Twilight because of Midnight Sun.

AND YET, I AM HERE.

And you ask this as if it should be obvious to the most casual observer.

Back to Your Ask

I've discussed this at length in posts I'm too lazy to look up at the moment but the crux of it is that

a) Edward's a beloved family member and it's deeply hard to think ill of those we love and we want to justify their actions

b) the family doesn't see most of what goes on with Bella and are only told things by Alice and Edward with Alice being firmly on Edward's side

c) Due to his having previously had a redemption arc in which Edward came back unprompted to the diet even though it must have been not only humiliating but terrifying, Edward comes across as one of the Cullens who best understands that human life is worth protecting and just why they're all doing the diet.

This particular moment though, I'd also give Edward a pass if I was present. To touch Bella at all, to move her like this, Edward has to be extraordinarily gentle and careful. If he was at all rough with her, at all, Bella would be dead or seriously injured (with her jaw crushed between Edward's fingers, her neck snapped, etc.) Basically, for Edward to do this at all, he's being incredibly mindful and the Cullens as vampires are very aware of that.

Add onto that that Bella can speak, when this is a guy who's hand is made of stone, he has to be holding her incredibly gently from his perspective for her to be able to speak at all (and not have a broken jaw).

Also from the outside perspective, where Bella and Edward are in this romantic relationship (even though they just got out of being broken up) and they all know Edward's deeply in love with Bella, this looks like an intimate gesture than it does a "LOOK AT ME" gesture. It's not something any of them would do, or a normal person would, but they're also not dating Bella/convinced they're soulmates with her.

Add into that that they're in the middle of a very intense day, in which Edward had just tried to kill himself and is very emotionally fragile, Bella's now asking to be turned directly, the Volturi barely pardoned them, and Edward is coming unglued with the idea that Bella's going to be turned and the Cullens aren't at the top of their game.

They're just trying to get through the conversation where they tell Edward (and Rosalie) that, yes, they actually do have to turn Bella.

This doesn't register as physical violence to them, and I don't blame them for this one.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #bella swan #the cullens #carlisle cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion

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little-diable · 1 month ago

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Kinktober 6 - Carlisle Cullen

Finally time for the next Kinktober drabble! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

🖤 Priest 🖤

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, talks of sinning

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (800 words)

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

header by my love @theanythingbuthuman

"I barely remember the last time I’ve seen you here, (y/n).” His voice was soft, calling to her like it did in her dreams. Sinful dreams that would leave her gasping for air as she woke with sweat pearling on her forehead.

“I am sorry, father. I fear I’ve lost my trust in His guidance.” She didn’t dare look at the man, the priest she had known for years on end by now. Father Cullen had joined the church when she had been a teenager, forcing her to develop a heavy crush on the man who had always looked at her with those golden eyes that perfectly matched his fair contrast.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He sat down on the wooden bench next to her, gaze focused on the altar he had stood behind for the morning service. With his hands interlocked in his lap, the priest allowed (y/n) to think over her choices for a moment, wondering how much she could tell the man without being judged.

“There isn’t much to say. I’ve strayed from my path and now I can’t find my way back. But this is on me, I doubt anybody can help me.” (Y/n) dared to shoot him a quick look, admiring his handsome side profile before looking away again. Her breath hitched in her chest as he reached for her hand, holding onto her with a strong grasp that managed to momentarily ground her.

“I am always here for you, (y/n). I’d like to listen, but perhaps this place isn’t what you need at the moment. Why don’t you come by and visit me at home tonight, and we can talk about whatever it is that keeps you distracted?”

……

Perhaps she should have known that the second she’d cross the threshold of his home, she’d lose all sanity. Her body had been guided by some higher power she couldn’t understand. And now, as she found herself with her back pressed against the mattress and her fingers tugging on the cross necklace dangling from his neck, she couldn’t even remember how she had ended up here - tangled in the sheets of the priest she had been crushing on.

“Keep your eyes on me, love. Darkness has no power over you here.” His voice didn’t tremble, it didn’t even drip with any emotions besides the clear lust thumping through his veins. (Y/n)’s thoughts were silenced, merely focused on the handsome priest who was about to fuck her after years of teasing her.

“Father, please, let me feel you.” Her desperate words hallowed through the room, filling a momentary silence. The priest didn’t reply, at least not with any words, all he did was finally push into her, forcing her body to welcome him. A blinding sensation buzzed through (y/n), leaving her trembling while he began to build a toe curling rhythm.

Her thoughts were racing, reminding her of the sin she was committing, offering her body to a man of God, forcing Priest Cullen into darkness's open arms. But she couldn’t pull back, she couldn’t find it in herself to care as he fucked her harder and faster with every shaky inhale of air.

“No word of God will ever be able to teach you about a sensation so strong, but it’s a proof of His love. He knows you were made to find me.” The priest’s words reassured (y/n)'s racing thoughts, finding hope in his guidance while he fucked her closer towards the edge. With their eyes holding contact, he dipped his head down, kissing her softly almost.

One of her hands tugged on his golden roots while the other found her pulsing bundle. She was desperate to let go, to choke on his name as he fucked her through her high. A high that followed moments later, pushing her into the soaring waves of her orgasm.

Gasps and moans ripped through (y/n), sounds that rang in his ears while pride simmered inside of Father Cullen’s stomach. His hips kept snapping against hers, burying his cock inside of her again and again before following her down the edge with a groan of his.

“Are you sure I won’t be punished for sinning yet again?” (Y/n)’s whispers filled the room as he laid down next to her, pulling her against his side before pressing a kiss to her hairline.

“You won’t, because I am a servant of Him, and He trusts my actions as much as I trust His guidance.”

#Carlisle Cullen smut #little-diables kinktober24 #Carlisle Cullen imagine #twilight smut #kinktober #Carlisle Cullen x reader

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pandalorian36 · 2 years ago

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Carlisle Cullen x reader

You are a human and have been dating Carlisle for a while. It is almost Halloween and you want to share your love of pumpkin carving with the family.

Warnings: None, just fluff

Word count: 796

I smile at Carlisle over the table "Can we buy some pumpkins?" he looks confused "Why?" I smile "To carve them. It's Halloween soon and I want to carve some pumpkins." he still looks confused "You want to carve pumpkins?" I nod happily "Don't tell me you've never carved a pumpkin before?" he shakes his head slightly "I can't say I have." I scowl and stand "Four hundred years old and you've never carved a pumpkin? Well we have to fix that, come on we're going shopping."

Alice skips through the door "What sort of shopping?" I grin "Pumpkins." she grimaces "Oh I don't like pumpkins they smell strange." I smile "Well we can leave them outside, but Carlisle has never carved a pumpkin before and that needs fixing." he chuckles "I don't see why this is so important." I tug on his arm "Come on." Alice smiles "Have fun." we walk out the house and to the car. Carlisle starts the engine and I smile "I can't believe you've never carved a pumpkin before." he shrugs slightly "I've never really thought about it before." I smile "What do you usually do at Halloween?"

He grins "Try to stop Alice from destroying the house with one of her parties. Stop Emmett from scaring people. Give out sweets." I laugh "Alice's parties aren't that bad." he smiles "Did you see the house after her Christmas party?" I smile "Fair point." we pull up outside the local shop and climb out the car. "How many are we buying?" I smile "How many am I allowed?" he chuckles kissing my cheek "As many as you want." I nod counting of on my fingers "You, me, Jasper, Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, Edward. Seven, one each." he nods "Seven it is." I smile and help him put seven large pumpkins into a trolley also grabbing candles and matches before pushing it to the till. "Pumpkin carving?" I nod happily and the cashier smiles "My daughter loves it, how many children do you have?"

Carlisle smiles "Five." she nods "Well have fun." we walk back to the car, and I smile loading them carefully into the boot "Pumpkin for everyone." he nods chuckling "As long as it makes you happy." I nod kissing his cheek "Come on we have pumpkins to carve!" he loads them into the boot and drives back home. "How do we carve them?" I smile "Knives or fangs which ever you prefer." he rolls his eyes and helps me out the car kissing me lightly "I think knives would be safer." I grab one of the pumpkins and skip around to the back of the house sitting on the ground outside.

Jasper, Emmett, and Carlisle appear with the other pumpkins and some knives from the kitchen. I take one of them and start cutting the top of one of the pumpkins laying it on the ground so I can start taking the stuff out from inside. "What are you doing?" I grin emptying a handful of the orange goop onto the floor "Gutting him ready for carving." Emmett laughs and sits opposite me "And this is fun?" I nod "Yep." I continue creating a pile of the orange stuff at my side. "That's disgusting." I turn and smile at Alice and Rosalie wiggling my fingers at her "I like it." Carlisle laughs sitting next to me "I'm having trouble seeing how you find this fun."

Emmett shrugs lobbing a handful of pumpkin goop at Jasper "I don't know, I think it's great." the others sit down pulling a pumpkin towards them. Edward walks out the house looking confused "Why are you all sitting on the ground." I grin "We're carving pumpkins." I point to the last one "Come on, you have to do one to." he sighs but sits down.

I smile and pick up one of the small knives starting to carve a face into the pumpkin throwing the bits I cut out onto the large pile of seeds and orange stuff. I grin at my finished pumpkin and hold it up to Carlisle "Ta da." he laughs "Is that a vampire pumpkin?" I nod happily and hold it out for the others to see. Emmett grins "You know you're an adult, right?" I glare at him and stick out my tongue. Carlisle laughs and kisses my cheek gently "I like it." I grin and Rosalie grins flicking at bit of pumpkin at Alice "Hey." I laugh and lean my head on Carlisle's shoulder watching him carve his pumpkin.

He finishes and wraps an arm around my waist as we watch the others "I think we've started a new family tradition." I smile "Told you it was fun." he nods and smiles kissing me gently "You were right."

#carlisle cullen #carlisle x reader #x reader #x Y/N #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight x reader #twilight fanfiction #carlisle cullen x reader

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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Can you do a scenario on how characters in twilight (you can pick the characters) react to reader kissing them on the lips unexpectedly:

Ex:

Reader: kisses Aro on the lips

Aro: *stops mid sentence than smiles* what was that for my dear?

Reader: I just love you is all

Gn!Reader ❤️

Ooh this is such a cute idea. I’m definitely going to have this broken up into parts

↱ how they react to you kissing them on the lips unexpectedly ↰

➘ summary : sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted I did my best and that’s what matters oh and this is how I do my scenarios :)

✭ carlisle cullen :

(Y/N) couldn't believe the excitement of the moment as they found themselves standing close to Carlisle, their heart racing. The tension between them was palpable, and before they could overthink it, their instincts took over. With a mix of nervousness and boldness, (Y/N) leaned in and planted an unexpected, fleeting kiss on Carlisle's lips. Time seemed to stand still for a second as they pulled back, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, awaiting Carlisle's reaction.

As (Y/N) pulled away, a hushed gasp escaped their lips, their heart now pounding even harder. Carlisle's surprised expression quickly transformed into a gentle smile, his eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and warmth. He chuckled softly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as well.

"Unexpected, but not unwelcome," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. His fingers brushed against his lips, as if trying to hold onto the sensation of the fleeting kiss. "I must admit, you've caught me off guard."

(Y/N)'s own blush deepened, a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration swirling within them. "I... I didn't plan on doing that," they stammered, their gaze flickering between Carlisle's eyes and his lips.

Carlisle's smile widened, his hand gently reaching to tilt (Y/N)'s chin up. "Sometimes the most spontaneous moments are the ones worth cherishing," he said, his tone tender and reassuring.

A soft, nervous giggle escaped (Y/N) as they met Carlisle's gaze, feeling a connection that seemed to transcend the unexpectedness of the situation. In that moment, the world around them faded, leaving only the two of them standing there, suspended in time.

"I suppose I should apologize for the impulsive move," (Y/N) finally said, their voice a mixture of sheepishness and genuine fondness.

Carlisle's fingers traced a gentle pattern on the back of (Y/N)'s hand, his touch sending shivers up their spine. "No need for apologies," he replied softly. "Life is meant to be filled with surprises, after all."

And just like that, the atmosphere shifted, the tension that had momentarily crackled between them dissipating into a sense of comfort and ease. As they continued to stand there, locked in each other's gaze, both (Y/N) and Carlisle realized that sometimes the best moments in life were the ones that took them by surprise.

✭ edward cullen :

(Y/N) found themselves standing beside Edward, the air charged with an unspoken tension. The conversation had taken an unexpectedly intimate turn, and the world seemed to fade away around them. In a bold, impulsive move, (Y/N) leaned in, capturing Edward's lips in a soft, unexpected kiss. Time seemed to slow down as their heart raced, and for a brief moment, everything else seemed to vanish.

Edward's eyes widened in surprise as their lips met, but the shock was quickly replaced by a deep and intense connection. The touch was electrifying, sending a rush of emotions through both of them. As (Y/N) pulled away, their breaths mingling, Edward's gaze locked onto theirs, a mixture of astonishment and something else—a longing that had been hidden beneath the surface for so long.

"(Y/N)..." Edward began, his voice a soft whisper as he reached out to gently cup their cheek. His thumb brushed against their skin, his touch sending shivers down (Y/N)'s spine.

"I... I didn't plan on doing that," (Y/N) admitted, their heart still racing from the unexpected boldness of their actions.

Edward's lips curved into a slow, breathtaking smile, his eyes never leaving theirs. "Sometimes the most beautiful moments are the ones we don't plan," he replied, his voice low and filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire.

As they stood there, caught in the intensity of the moment, (Y/N) felt a sense of vulnerability and exhilaration unlike anything they had experienced before. The connection between them had deepened, the unspoken feelings finally surfacing in the wake of that spontaneous kiss.

"I've waited for this for so long," Edward confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "To finally feel your lips against mine."

(Y/N)'s heart swelled with a mixture of emotions—happiness, surprise, and a growing affection that they had been too afraid to admit until now. As they looked into Edward's eyes, they saw a reflection of their own feelings mirrored back.

The world around them may have been uncertain, but in that moment, (Y/N) and Edward knew that some things were worth taking risks for. The unexpected kiss had opened a door to a new chapter, and they were both eager to explore the uncharted territory that lay ahead.

✭ benjamin :

In the midst of a casual conversation with Benjamin, (Y/N) felt a sudden surge of emotion they couldn't contain. His presence, his words, everything about him had an enchanting effect. Without warning, (Y/N) leaned in and pressed an unexpected, tender kiss on Benjamin's lips. Time seemed to freeze as their heart raced, and for that brief moment, it was as if the world had faded away.

Benjamin's eyes widened in surprise, his initial shock quickly replaced by a soft smile that played at the corners of his lips. His hand came up to gently touch the side of (Y/N)'s face, his touch sending a thrill through them.

"(Y/N), you never cease to amaze me," Benjamin said, his voice a gentle murmur filled with a mixture of surprise and warmth.

"I... I don't know what came over me," (Y/N) admitted, their cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.

Benjamin's smile deepened, his gaze locking onto theirs. "Sometimes the most unexpected gestures are the most meaningful ones."

As they stood there, the air between them seemed to shimmer with newfound energy. The unspoken connection that had always existed had now taken on a tangible form. (Y/N) felt a rush of bravery, their heart pounding as they met Benjamin's gaze once again.

"Benjamin, I've always felt something between us," (Y/N) confessed, their voice steady despite the nervousness bubbling beneath the surface.

His fingers brushed against their cheek, a soft caress that sent shivers down their spine. "And I've felt it too," he replied, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.

The space around them seemed to shrink as they leaned in, their lips meeting once more in a kiss that was both unexpected and deeply desired. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them in that electrifying moment.

As they finally pulled away, their eyes met, and in that shared gaze, they found the promise of something new—a connection that had been kindled through the spark of an unexpected kiss.

✭ marcus :

In the grand halls of the Volturi, (Y/N) found themselves in the presence of Marcus, the ancient and seemingly detached king. The air was heavy with tension as the conversation took an unexpected turn, delving into matters of the heart. Something about Marcus's quiet demeanor intrigued (Y/N) in a way they couldn't quite explain.

As the discussion reached a poignant moment, a surge of emotion overwhelmed (Y/N). In a bold and surprising move, they closed the distance between them and pressed a soft, unexpected kiss on Marcus's lips. Time seemed to stand still as their heart raced, the audacity of their actions leaving them breathless.

Marcus's eyes widened in astonishment, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before a faint, almost imperceptible smile ghosted his lips. His hand, cold yet gentle, reached up to touch the side of (Y/N)'s face, his touch sending shivers down their spine.

"(Y/N)," he murmured, his voice a low and soothing rumble. "You've managed to surprise even me."

"I... I don't know what came over me," (Y/N) confessed, their cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and the lingering thrill of the unexpected kiss.

Marcus's gaze held theirs, his eyes seeming to see into the depths of their soul. "The unexpected often carries more weight than the meticulously planned."

In that moment, the tension that had surrounded them seemed to shift, replaced by an unspoken connection that defied the conventional rules of their world. (Y/N) felt a surge of courage, their heart pounding as they met Marcus's gaze once more.

"Marcus, I've sensed something in you, something more than what meets the eye," (Y/N) said, their voice steady despite the tremor of nervousness. "And I wanted to see if there was a chance for something beyond the expected."

His fingers lingered on their cheek, his touch cool yet strangely comforting. "You've awakened something dormant within me," he replied, his tone carrying a weight of ancient wisdom.

With a renewed sense of determination, (Y/N) leaned in once more, their lips meeting Marcus's in a kiss that was both unexpected and powerful. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them in that charged moment.

As they eventually pulled away, the air between them felt charged with a new energy, a promise of something different and unpredictable. (Y/N) and Marcus had defied expectations, embracing the unexpected connection that had ignited with a single, daring kiss.

✭ jane & alec :

In the heart of the Volturi's lair, (Y/N) found themselves in the presence of Jane and Alec, the twins who possessed formidable and unique gifts. The air was charged with an almost palpable energy as they engaged in conversation, discussing their roles within the coven. A daring thought crossed (Y/N)'s mind, and before they could second-guess themselves, they leaned in unexpectedly and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss on Jane's lips. Time seemed to slow as their heart raced, the audacity of their action leaving them both exhilarated and apprehensive.

Jane's eyes widened in surprise, her initial shock quickly replaced by a mixture of curiosity and something akin to amusement. A ghost of a smile tugged at her lips as she regarded (Y/N), her demeanor hinting at a newfound interest.

"(Y/N)," she remarked, her voice carrying a subtle note of intrigue. "You're full of surprises."

"I... I didn't plan on doing that," (Y/N) admitted, their cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and exhilaration.

Alec, who had been observing the exchange with a quiet intensity, chuckled softly at (Y/N)'s words. "Indeed, unexpected actions often lead to the most intriguing outcomes," he added, a playful glint in his eyes.

Emboldened by their audacity, (Y/N) turned their attention to Alec and, without hesitating, leaned in to kiss him as well. The atmosphere seemed to crackle as their lips met, and a jolt of electricity seemed to course through the air.

Alec's surprise was evident in his widened eyes, but he quickly responded with a gentle yet fervent kiss, allowing himself to be carried away by the spontaneity of the moment. His fingers brushed against (Y/N)'s cheek, a touch that sent shivers down their spine.

As they pulled away from both Jane and Alec, the energy in the room felt charged with a mixture of tension, curiosity, and a newfound connection. The twins exchanged a knowing glance before turning their attention back to (Y/N), each wearing a different but equally intriguing expression.

"(Y/N)," Jane began, her voice laced with a hint of something that could only be described as intrigue, "you've certainly managed to pique our curiosity."

Alec's lips curved into a playful smile. "It seems you've made quite an impression."

In that moment, (Y/N) realized they had ignited a spark that transcended the boundaries of conventionality. The unexpected kisses had drawn them closer to Jane and Alec in a way they hadn't anticipated, and as they stood there, surrounded by the enigmatic aura of the Volturi, (Y/N) embraced the uncertainty of the path they had chosen, knowing that the unexpected could often lead to the most unforgettable experiences.

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #x reader scenarios #scenarios #twilight scenario #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight x y/n #twilight x reader #twilight imagines #twilight x you #twilight masterlist

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futuremrsdrcullen · 4 months ago

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This love Came Back To Me - Chapter 3

It's Finally Here!!!! I can not apologize enough for how long this took to get out. But here it is! I hope you love it.

Summery- I was completely overwhelmed with this looming dread. This wasn’t just about Bella anymore. Though that was bad enough, this involved me now. Despite how often Edward disregarded my safety and despite how desperately Carlisle tried to protect me from this;

My life was in danger.

It was never going to end was it?

Word Count- 12,927

Warnings- Vampires- and all the things that go along with vampires (blood, biting, age gaps, sparkling, dramatics) a lot more swearing this time. There's some minor injuries and some very minor character death. mentions of vomiting (2 actual vomits, due to injury) Battle, fighting and planning. It's all very happy I promise.

There is no imprinting and there never will be <3

Notes from me- My name is Claire and this! This is finally my third love child. I started writing this on the 27th of July in 2022. I lost hope a few times but it's here and I hope you love it. Thank you, so so much for staying with me.

As always, I DO NOT own The Twilight Saga. All rights go directly to S. Meyer.

Read on AO3 <3

Masterlist <3 (Ch 1, Ch 2)

I love you <3 Thank you for still being here <3

“I think I've upset Bella…” Alice said before she threw herself onto the couch next to Carlisle. She had just gotten home from school and normally she came in and gossiped about her classmates, but she was clearly wrapped up in this situation with Bella.

I let Carlisle take the lead, though we both had to hold back a laugh. “Why would you think that?”

She sighed. “Well she didn't say she was mad, but I told her about the graduation party and she didn't really fight back? And then I thanked her for the gift she's going to buy me, but she hardly seemed phased. And when we started to drive her home she asked what day it was and when I said the fourth that's when she got all weird.”

The date made me freeze too. I turned sharply to face her. “Today is June fourth? You're sure?”

“Not you too…” She groaned. “What is wrong with the date?”

I took a deep breath. “I'm sure it just took her by surprise. Its- it's really close to graduation.” I had to force the answer out. Carlisle kissed my hair. “I didn't realize it was so soon either…”

I was only guaranteed ten more human days with my sister. Only ten days until everything changed and I didn't know when I'd see her again- or any of them for that matter. Carlisle promised to stay with me, of course, but the others would probably leave with Bella and Edward. I didn’t know if I would see them again until I was ready to become a vampire too.

I shivered and leaned into Carlisle.

“I don't see her changing right away, Y/n” Her face softened as she saw how tense I’d gotten. “She may be determined, but Edward won't let anyone change her until everything in Seattle is settled and even then there’s still the intruder to worry about.”

“We don't know how long that will take. We still don't even know what's going on.” I pointed out.

“That's her point, Dove. She still has plenty of time.” He whispered.

I tried my best to not roll my eyes. Bella was going to push every one of their buttons until she got her way- rogue vampires be damned. I couldn't hope for the best when Bella was involved; I knew I had to prepare for the worst.

“Honestly, I'm just glad she didn't throw a fit about the party. I've planned it all perfectly.” Alice moved on from my worries.

I sighed but didn’t disrupt her joy, “How many people are you expecting?”

She beamed, “Almost seventy, currently.” It was Carlisle's turn to tense, but Alice casually pressed on. “I invited everyone from our graduating class, and Bella's family. Nearly everyone agreed to come too.”

“Seventy? Bella is okay with seventy people being here? Will Jasper be okay?”

“Jasper is around more people at school everyday. He'll be fine.” She brushed me off but Jasper did give me a soft smile in thanks from his side of the room. Alice continued, “Bella doesn't exactly know how many people are coming…”

Carlisle and I couldn't contain our laughter. “That's why she didn't freak out.”

“She. Will. Get. Over. It. I'm excited. This party will be perfect.” Without another word, she got up and floated up the stairs.

I turned so I could hide my face in Carlisle's chest, though it barely muffled my laughter. He still laughed too and soothed my hair.

“This is a mess…” As our laughter died my thoughts went back to the beginning of the conversation. It was overwhelming. Between moving in with Carlisle and Bella's graduation looming, and whatever was going on in Seattle, at times it felt like the walls were closing in.

But Carlisle held me close and kissed my forehead and whispered, “It will be alright. We'll get through this together.” And I believed him.

The Seattle News had been playing on the TV for over an hour now, though it was too low for me to make out what was going on. Carlisle filled me in occasionally with a simplified version. I knew he was sugar-coating it. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know the truth. They discussed things from the news in hushed voices, but nothing changed enough to please Alice and whatever she was seeing in her visions. Mornings like this often gave me more anxiety than clarity.

Still, Jasper calmed the rest of them and Emmett tried to distract me. Somehow, he managed to get Rosalie to play a game of Uno with us; she was winning.

They turned to face the door seconds before it opened. Carlisle whispered to me that it was just Bella and Edward so I could relax a bit. I was always more at ease when we were all together, but I had to pick on Bella just a bit.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?” I called over my shoulder as they walked into the living room.

She smiled at me. “Ditching is healthy.”

It made Emmett laugh, “She can just catch this lesson next time.” Which made both Edward and Rosalie roll their eyes. He completely missed it or chose to ignore them. “Want us to deal you in?”

“Rose is winning.”

Bella sat next to me and shook her head, as Edward walked over and handed Carlisle a piece of paper.

“Did you see that they’re considering a serial killer now?” he asked.

Carlisle sighed. “They’ve had two specialists debating the possibility on CNN all morning.”

“We can’t let this go on”

“Let's go now, I’m dead bored.” Emmett dropped his cards and walked over to Edward. Rosalie hissed at his word exactly as I gasped. The rest of the room was unphased. Emmett muttered something under his breath

But Edward agreed, “We’ll have to go sometime.”

The alternative was letting the Volturi handle it, and none of us wanted that. I also knew how heavily the death count was weighing on Carlisle. They would act and they would probably do it soon. I shivered.

“I know,” Carlisle sighed.

“Oh,” Edward said sharply, turning his head slightly to look at Jasper. “I didn’t think of that. I see. You’re right, that has to be it. Well, that changes everything.”

The entire room froze, staring at Edward like he’d sprouted a second head. I only tore my gaze away long enough to check with Bella, who looked the most confused.

“I think you better explain to the others,” Edward said, still only talking to Jasper despite the annoyance growing on everyone's face. Edward started pacing and mumbling and Alice joined us at Bella’s side.

“What is he rambling about?” She asked Jasper. “What are you thinking?”

Noticing the attention on him, Jasper shied closer to Alice, but his eyes danced between Bella and me.

“You’re confused.” He said as if it wasn’t clear. He knew exactly how confused we all were. I chose to not point it out.

“You both need to understand this. Since you’re part of us now.” Bella looked shocked, but I was too confused. He continued, “How much do you know about me?”

Emmett gave up and sat down dramatically next to me. He picked up his cards again though there was no way I could focus on Uno now. He sighed.

“Not much,” Bella admitted.

Jasper stared at Edward, who looked to meet his gaze.

“No, I’m sure you can understand why I haven’t told her that story. But I suppose she needs to hear it now.”

When Carlisle was met with the same questioning gaze he held up his hands. “It wasn’t my story to tell.” I almost laughed.

Jasper nodded, clearly at a loss as to where to start. He rolled up his sleeve and held his arm out to Bella. I wondered how his arms played a part of this until I saw what his fingers traced.

His arms were covered in lots of little crescent shaped scars.

I gasped and then Bella seemed to get it too. “Oh, Jasper, you have a scar exactly like mine.”

Jasper smiled faintly. “I have a lot of scars like yours, Bella.”

He was polite, but his face was unreadable. Bella’s scar was given to her by James. I’d guessed that she had been bitten, but no one ever explicitly confirmed the events of that night with me. I could tell from Bella’s reaction alone that the same could be said for Jasper. The sheer volume of bites stunned me to silence.

Bella stared up at him. “Jasper, what happened to you?”

“The same thing that happened to your hand,” he answered in a quiet voice.”Repeated a thousand times. Our venom is the only thing that leaves a scar.”

“How?” I wasn’t sure what I was asking. How did he get bitten so many times? How did he survive? But he understood, and started his story.

“I didn’t have quite the same… upbringing as my adopted siblings here.” As he spoke his voice went cold. I hated it. I knew his past was worlds away, but I wished I could protect him from it.

“You should know, before I go further, that there are parts of our world you haven’t needed to see. In the north it’s easy for us to blend in. We don’t have to fight for territory. We can coexist. But in the south, immortals only come out at night, while spending their days plotting this never ending war.”

“Fighting for what?” I didn’t want to ask, but was glad Bella did.

He almost smiled. “To them, territory is power. They all want the places where they can feed without much notice. If there was one coven, who controlled a densely populated area, they could hunt freely. Each coven would have to fight to keep the land in their control.

“Wars broke out all across the south. Some with more effective tactics than others, but there was one that won out. One vampire, Benito, claimed most of Texas and northern Mexico in a matter of weeks, he was unbeatable.”

“How did he do it?” my voice was shakier than I expected it to be.

“He created an army of newborn vampires. Newborns are nearly impossible to control. Their thirst is really the only thing that controls them. And they’re just as likely to take out themselves as they are to take out an enemy. He created more as they destroyed themselves and when it came down to a fight, he’d walk away on top.

“When the surrounding covens realized what was happening they created armies of their own, though it was often too late.

“All hell broke loose- and I mean that more literally than you could possibly imagine. We immortals have our histories, too, and this particular war will never be forgotten. Of course, it was not a good time to be human in Mexico, either.”

“So, as the body count rose to unthinkable numbers the Volturi stepped in to clean up the mess. The entire guard came together and sought out every newborn in the bottom half of North America. They killed Benito first, and sought out his followers. If anyone had a newborn within two thousand miles of Mexico City, the entire coven paid with their lives. Our kind will always remember this too. The Volturi didn’t ask questions. They didn’t offer second chances.

“When the Volturi returned to Italy, the southerners left behind were quick to reclaim land. They were smarter, quieter this time. These newborns were carefully selected and thoroughly trained. And, though rarely necessary, the Volturi will step in to clear out the cities. But they let the quiet ones- the careful ones continue.”

He looked lost in his own thoughts as he stared at his arm. I almost reached out and grabbed his hand for reassurance, but thought better of it.

“That’s how you were changed.” Bella whispered.

He nodded. “I lived in Texas, just outside of Houston. I tried to join the army in 1861, but I was seventeen and they saw right through me. I didn’t really want to fight, but I had watched the horrors that had fallen on my community and I wanted to help. So many innocent people died because the confederates didn’t stop to consider how the civilians would be affected.

“I was young and dumb, but I had a way with people. I had to lie a lot, to get battle plans, or uniforms, but people trusted me. I used that trust to lead women and children away from battlegrounds.

“That night wasn't any different than the rest. I had just led a group of young women to safety and was headed back to Galveston. I didn't want to waste time, I didn't stop to rest. I was maybe an hour out of town when I saw three women walking alone. I was afraid they were stragglers.

“Their names were Maria, Nettie, and Lucy. They hadn't been together long- Maria had rounded up the other two- all three were survivors of recently lost battles. They all had their own goals but they all agreed on one thing. They wanted territory.

“Maria was the one who turned me. Said she ‘had a good feeling’ about me. I didn't know what she meant at the time. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run. Of course, I didn't know then that running would do me no good. Still, I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. If I had been right and they had needed help, I wanted to help them; I was completely frozen in place.

“Maria grew quite fond of me- she began to depend on me. And in some ways, I worshiped the ground she walked on. She put me in charge of the army she was building. I still had so little understanding of my powers but as long as I could keep everyone calm and quiet, Maria had use for me.

“For her, I fully trained an army of twenty-three. We fought a group of only eleven and only lost four of ours. And because we were so well trained, we did it without attracting notice. The city changed hands without any human being aware.”

“Maria was greedy and she'd made a few too many enemies. Though things did quiet down for us over time, there are still small battles. Power is a dangerous thing. Many still seek vengeance. They won't easily forget.

“I made her newborns- dozens at a time- that I then destroyed after a year of each new life. Every life I took weighed heavily on me. Each time, I hesitated more and more. I'd made fast friends with a newborn named Peter. He was strong so Maria let him live and he was in charge of helping me dispose of the rest. As much as it weighed on me, it really took a toll on Peter. And one day he met his mate- A newborn named Charlotte. She brought him back to life, but she ran out of time. Instead of ending her, he told her to run. He took off with her. I was supposed to track them down. I never did.

“Maria was irritated with me for that…

“Five years later, Peter came back for me.” I could tell by the change in his demeanor we were getting past the scary stuff. He was still tense, but he smiled softly at the memory of Charlotte and Peter. I didn't know them, but I was grateful for their part in his life.

“Peter told me about his new life with Charlotte, told me about options I'd never dreamed I had. I walked away without a backwards glance. Maria didn't track me down. She didn't fight for me. I was grateful I wouldn't have to kill her. We weren't close but we'd spent so many years together… I don't think I could have killed her if I tried.

“I didn't realize how depressed I'd gotten until I was far out of it. Always worse after I hunted. Always tearing away pieces of what soul I had left. I felt the savagery of the newborns for years, the hatred that filled our every battle, but also the fear of every human I killed.

“It broke me…

“I went my own way. I tried so many ways to keep some sense of sanity, but nothing stuck. After a century of instant gratification, I found self-discipline… challenging. I still haven't perfected that.”

I was so lost in his words, I almost laughed. His face softened into a peaceful smile. It was a nice change; one I was grateful for.

“I was in Philadelphia. There was a storm, and I was out during the day- something I was not completely comfortable with yet. I knew standing in the rain would attract attention, so I ducked into a little half-empty diner. My eyes were dark enough no one would notice them, though that meant I was thirsty, and that worried me a little.

“She was there- expecting me, naturally.” He finally chuckled and so did I. It was clear as day how much happier he was. “She hopped down from the high stool at the counter as soon as I walked in and came directly towards me.

“It shocked me. I was not sure if she meant to attack. But she was smiling, and the emotions that were emanating from her were like nothing I'd ever felt before.”

“You had kept me waiting a long time.” Alice was next to him suddenly, wrapping her arm in his, their fingers intertwining. “And you ducked your head, like a good southern gentleman, and said, ‘I'm sorry, ma'am’. She laughed at the memory.

Jasper smiled at her like she'd hung the moon. My heart melted. “You held out your hand and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.”

As infatuated with his story as I was, I knew the reason he told it now. There was an army forming in Seattle. Alice and Jasper smiled at each other as they recounted joining the rest of the Cullens and I struggled to follow along.

I caught the end of something Edward was saying, “When I got home, all of my things were in the garage.”

Alice only shrugged. “Your room had the best view.”

Everyone laughed. I played along and laughed too, but Carlisle could tell it was forced. His hand tightened around mine ever so slightly.

“That’s a nice story,” Bella said. Everyone looked at her like she'd lost it- even me. She quickly clarified. “I mean the last part. The happy ending with Alice.”

“Alice has made all the difference,” Jasper agreed. “This is a climate I enjoy.”

Finally, Alice went back to the point of the story. “An army,” she whispered, “Why didn't you tell me?”

I was glad I wasn't the only one worried. Though I could barely force the words out, I needed to ask, “And you guys plan to face this?”

“We don't have much of a choice, Cara.” Carlisle's voice was soothing as he pressed into my side.

Jasper answered only Alice's question, “I hoped I was mistaken. I hoped that maybe I just saw the similarities because of my past. It simply doesn't make sense for there to be an army in Seattle. No one would want to claim it for power when there isn’t anyone to oppose. No one would even defend it.

“But I've seen this before, and there's no other explanation. There is an army of newborn vampires in Seattle. Fewer than twenty, I'd guess. The difficult part is that they are totally out of control. Whoever made them just set them loose. It will only get worse, and it won't be much longer till the Volturi step in. Actually, I'm surprised they've let it go on so long.”

“What can we do?” Carlisle asked his son.

I sat forward and placed my face in my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. They continued to make plans. Jasper wanted us to find an advantage. I couldn't really hear past the blood rushing around in my head. I wanted to vomit. I was so sick of that feeling.

“Maybe we won't have to.” Edward’s voice broke through my anguish, though I wished it hadn't. “Does it occur to anyone else that the only possible threat in the area that would call for the creation of an army is… us?”

“Oh for fucks sake…” I whimpered. Carlisle almost laughed at my outburst as his thumb traced comforting circles on my hand.

There was a silence in the room as everyone took in Edwards words. There were various states of confusion. Bella seemed the most lost. But Edward, Jasper, Alice, and Carlisle seemed to understand the gravity of it all. I just wanted them to say it and get it over with.

Alice spoke first, “They're not coming after us,” she insisted, her eyes dancing wildly. “Or… they don't know that they are. Not yet.”

I couldn't hope that they weren't after us. “What can you see, Alice?”

“Flickers,” Alice answered. “I can't see a clear picture when I try to see what's going on, nothing concrete. But I've been getting these strange flashes. Not enough to make sense of.”

“Like they can't decide if we're worth it? Or they don't even know what they're doing?”

“I don't know…”

“Wait…” We all faced Edward while he tried to make sense of what Alice couldn't. “Not indecision- Knowledge. Someone who knows you can't see anything until the decision is made. Someone who is hiding from us. Playing with the holes in your vision.”

I sigh, “So it has to be the Volturi.”

“But I would see if they decided to come…”

“Unless they aren't acting directly. It has to be them. You said Aro read your mind in Italy, right? And he's always wanted the two of you.” I gesture between her and Edward. “So, he calls in a favor, someone who would do as he says without question.”

Rosalie agreed with me, “Someone in the south… someone who already had trouble with the rules. Someone who should have been destroyed is offered a second chance- if they take care of this one small problem… That would explain the Volturi's sluggish response.”

“Or their lack of response at all. The only question left is why?”

Despite his comforting, I think Carlisle was just as confused as we were. “There’s no reason for the Volturi-”

“It was there,” Edward interrupted. “I didn’t expect it so quickly- his thoughts were all over the place and the others were… louder, I guess. But like Y/n said, he wants me and Alice by his side. He’d have the present and the future right in the palm of his hands.”

“He would kill the rest of us just to have you two?” Emmett asked. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“But it does, if he wants to weed out the competition. Carlisle has what he wants, a large coven of loyal and gifted followers. If he had someone take us down, sparing only Alice and myself, then we would join him and there wouldn’t be another large powerful coven to oppose him.” Edward added.

It was Carlisle who interrupted this time. “They’re too committed to their mission. They would never break the rules themselves. It goes against everything they’ve worked for.”

“They’ll clean it up afterward. A double betrayal,” Edward’s voice was grim but not surprised. “No harm done.”

“No, Carlisle is right. The Volturi do not break rules. Not to mention the mess. Whoever this is has no clue what they’re doing. This has to be their first time making an army- I’d put money on it. It’s too hard to believe the Volturi are involved. But they will be.”

The stress around the room is palpable- even as Jasper worked to calm the space around us.

Emmett clapped once, pulling focus. “Then let's go! What are we waiting for?”

Carlisle and Edward exchanged a long glance. Edward nodded once. My breath caught in my throat.

“We’ll need you to teach us, Jasper,” Carlisle finally said. “How to destroy them.” As much as I hated the idea, I knew how heavily it would weigh on him. I couldn’t muster up much strength, but I looked at his face, I watched his eyes, and I squeezed his hand- If only so he knew I was there with him.

Our eyes met for the briefest moment and he kissed my forehead before returning to the conversation.

Jasper added that they would need extra hands. “Do you think Tanya’s family would be willing? Another five mature vampires would make a huge difference. And then Kate and Eleazar would be especially advantageous on our side. It would be almost easy, with their aid.”

“We’ll ask,” Carlisle answered as he took out his phone. He kissed my hand before pacing in front of the windows. Edward pulled Bella to sit between him and I on the couch. Across the room, Carlisle spoke quickly and quietly but everyone in the room remained tense.

My eyes never left his face.

Edward groaned from the other side of Bella. “Damn it. Damn Laurent to the deepest pit of hell where he belongs.”

“Laurent?” Bella whispered. I tore my eyes from Carlisle to her. She looked more scared by the name than she had been of Jasper's backstory.

While Edward read his fathers thoughts, I tried to get her attention. “Which one was Laurent again?”

“James’ coven. Moved to Denali, found me in the meadow.” She shivered.

My mouth formed an ‘oh’ but we focused on Carlisle’s phone call again. I had never seen him quite like this. He was almost begging whoever had answered, but his tone was firm and calm.

“There’s no question of that,” he was suddenly angrier than before. “We have a truce. They haven’t broken it, and neither will we. I’m sorry to hear that… Of course. We’ll just have to do our best alone.” He hung up the phone without another word. His eyes watched the fog out of the window.

I was on my feet before I even knew what I was doing. My hand found his, he pulled me into him. I buried my face in his chest and he rested his chin on my head.

“What’s the problem?” Emmett asked.

Carlisle answered, “Irina and Laurent were… romantically involved. More so than we knew. She is still angry with the wolves for their part in his death.”

Edward took over when Carlisle couldn’t go on. “She wants revenge. To take down the pack. They would trade their help for our permission.”

“No!” Bella gasped.

“We would never agree to those terms.” I said, to help calm Bella’s nerves.

“Neither would I. Laurent had it coming,” Edward growled. “And I still owe the wolves for that.”

“So it will be an even fight…” I looked at Jasper and he nodded.

“We may still win. We have the upperhand in skill, just not numbers.” His eyes left mine to only glance at Alice. When he found me again, there was a bit more panic on his face.

If they won this at all, not everyone would come home.

Edward, Rosalie, and Carlisle went hunting a couple of days later. He expected to only be away a few hours- twelve at the most, since they weren’t going far. The original plan was for Bella to hang out at our house so the three that were staying could keep her out of trouble. She opted out to go see Jacob- which I thought was a better plan anyway.

However, that did leave Emmett, Alice, Jasper, and myself to our own devices.

Normally I would have been very excited for Bella to get a chance to see Jacob, but right that very second, I really wished she was there to at least mediate.

Emmett was laying on the kitchen floor dramatically. “We are in way over our heads.” I giggled as Alice stomped over to him. “How are we going to make over a hundred cupcakes in just a few days?” He acted like we were forcing him.

“It’s only a hundred and forty! I want every guest to at least have two. Bella’s graduation is important.” She sounded exhausted, not that that was possible- and not that I could blame her, Emmett was kind of acting like a baby.

She looked at me so she could beg with her eyes to get him to cooperate. Jasper just laughed and continued scooping batter into the trays.

Emmett just groaned and rolled over to his stomach. “Go on without me… I won’t make it.”

The glare on Alice’s face was the only thing to hold back my giggles. I would never say it, but I almost agreed with him. We’d been at this cupcake thing for more than an hour and we still didn’t have any cupcakes in the oven. In Alice’s defense, she bought eight cupcake trays and we had two ovens, so once we got this batch in we’d only have to do it one more time to be over her goal anyway.

I decided it would be best not to offer any input for either side. I liked my head exactly where it was. Instead I nudged Emmett with my foot. “All you have to do is crack a few more eggs. Then she might let you off the hook.”

“I won’t even ask you to decorate!” Alice’s tone was sweet- too sweet. I knew as soon as she said it she was up to something.

I might have been the only one to notice though. Jasper continued with his task and Emmett got to his feet. He grumbled a little more, but continued cracking eggs.

I’d hoped the moment passed, but then Jasper said, “She wouldn’t want you to decorate anyway.”

I froze, Alice’s eyes went wide.

“Boys-” I warned as Emmett picked up two eggs from the carton.

“Jasper, please don’t-”

“Wanna elaborate, Cowboy?” Emmett pressed. Their matching smirks were the only thing reminding me that while they were only playing, things could easily get very messy.

“I mean… The cupcakes would look like shit if you decorated them.” Emmett threw one of the eggs as soon as the words left his lips. It hit the center of Jasper’s chest with an oddly satisfying splat. “Hey now,” he laughed. “Let’s not start something Y/n will have to clean up.”

I definitely would have made them clean it up, but I kept my opinions to myself.

Emmett gave me an apologetic smile, but his focus didn’t leave Jasper. “I bet I can make prettier cupcakes than you can.”

Jasper’s smirk grew. Alice almost danced with excitement. I caught on to the couples scheme. Poor, sweet Emmett had no idea.

“Really now?” Jasper’s southern drawl was dangerous. “You wanna place bets?”

Just like that, Emmett took out his wallet and set a one hundred dollar bill on the counter. Jasper laid down two more.

“Winner takes all?” Now Emmett smirked and held out his hand.

I quickly added, “Loser cleans up!” just so Alice and I didn’t have to piece the kitchen back together.

“Sounds good to me.” Jasper shook his hand, then faced me and Alice. “Ladies, Do you want to judge?”

“Absolutely.” Alice said. Her smile matched Jaspers.

“As long as Alice gets final say. It’s her party.” And I did not want to be caught in the aftermath.

Alice and I proceeded to supervise the boys competition. I half listened as she talked through the rest of her party plans and half watched out the back window for Carlisle return.

It was so easy to be comfortable with them. They always made me feel like I belonged. I was constantly surrounded by this overwhelming sense of family and belonging. Somehow, despite everything, the Cullens felt like family. Like coming home after an extended trip to open arms. Like a part of me missed them before I even knew them.

And like a part of them missed me too.

“I think Bella invited some of the wolves…” The annoyance in Alice’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. Jasper's gaze was on me, a soft smile on his face. I blushed and pulled my focus to Alice. “I can barely see it anymore.”

“Jacob’s coming here?” I asked.

“I guess… Or he’s trying to decide. It comes and goes in flashes. It’s really hard to plan a party I can’t see.”

Everyone laughed but Alice.

“I think that’s how most people feel, Sweetheart.” Jasper kissed her cheek.

“I’m serious! I haven’t been able to see anything for hours. What if I’m not making enough cupcakes?”

Emmett looked up. He had icing on his cheek. I hid my giggles with the back of my hand.

“I can make more. I’m in the zone now.” he offered without any prompting.

“You’re the best, Emmett!” Alice skipped over to him and threw her arms around him. Jasper and I made eye contact again and laughed to ourselves.

By the time he ‘ran out of steam’ he had made two hundred and six cupcakes.

Jaspers were a bit prettier but we let Emmett have it for being such a good sport. (and for doing most of the work.) I was still anxiously watching the front door. They talked about something on the TV. I only pretended to be interested.

It wasn’t long before Carlisle had his arms around me. I’d barely turned around before I heard Edwards tires screeching out of the garage.

Still, I leaned up and kissed Carlisle.

Now that Carlisle was back, Emmett moved towards the garage to meet up with Rosalie. “What’s his deal?” He asked Carlisle over his shoulder.

“He didn’t go into much detail. Something happened with Bella at Jacob's. He said they'd be here shortly.”

My eyes darted to Alice who looked just as concerned as I felt. I wasn't sure if he knew more and just didn't tell me yet. I tried not to panic.

“I haven't seen anything… Jacob is still too involved. But I'll keep you updated.” She painted on a smile and turned back to the TV.

Carlisle ran a soothing hand over my arm. “I'm sure it will be alright. How was your day?”

I didn't let his efforts to calm my worry go wasted. I knew Edward would be normally a bit jumpy when they'd get back, especially when Jacob was involved. They were probably right. It was probably nothing. I took a deep breath and answered his question.

“Alice wanted to make cupcakes for the party. Emmett was kinda a baby about it at first, but the ones he made came out really nice.”

“Well, there aren't any scorch marks in the kitchen.” the corner of his mouth turned slightly upwards slightly. “That is an impressive feat in and of itself.”

I laughed with him. “I supervised!”

“She was great!” Alice added.

Carlisle’s smile was soft as his eyes met mine. “She always is.”

I, of course, melted into him. I hid the color in my cheeks by burying my face in his chest. I felt his soft chuckle as he held me tighter. I continued with the shift in conversation. “What about you? How was your trip?”

I felt him sigh. “It went smoothly, though it did end abruptly. I think we were finishing up anyway. The quick trip will definitely help in the long run.” I understood his meaning without him having to elaborate. I wanted them to be as prepared as possible, that was all I needed to know.

For just a moment we fell into comfortable small talk about the day's events. Alice complained some more about her lack of visions involving the party.

Until Alice froze and spoke quickly. “Finally! They're almost here. Bella thinks she's broken her hand.” She focused on Carlisle, “They want you to look at it.”

“I'll go get my bag.” He kissed my forehead and disappeared up the stairs. I went out into the garage just as they were pulling in.

Bella and Edward were already getting out of the car. Emmett was holding up his jeep so Rose could work under it. Somehow, I was unphased. I noticed the way Bella was babying her hand and that took my focus.

I asked, “What happened? Are you okay?” At the same time Emmett asked, “Fall down again, Bella?”

Her soft eyes shifted from me to glare at him. “No, Emmett. I punched a werewolf in the face.”

Shocked, I stared at her. Emmett, of course, burst out laughing. I managed to push my panic aside. “Who? Why?”

I wasn't sure I actually asked until she stopped glaring at Emmett to answer me. “Jacob kissed me.”

My confusion faded to anger. I had to bite my cheek to contain it. “Why?”

“Because he's an entitled, selfish, piece of-”

From her spot under the Jeep, Rosalie laughed and announced, “Jasper's going to win the bet.”

Edward winced and tried to pull Bella faster into the house but she froze in her spot.

“What damn bet?” My anger with Jacob shifted back to general confusion, with just a touch of anger. I was already tired of their bets after the cupcake debacle and while I had no idea what they'd bet on, I had a terrible feeling about it.

Bella looked between the boys and demanded, “What bet?”

“Let's get you to Carlisle. Y/n, is he in his office?” I knew he knew exactly where in the house he was and was just trying to use that to shift her focus. I didn't answer.

“What bet?” Bella insisted.

“Thanks, Rosalie.” His arm tightened around her waist and he continued forward.

“Edward…” the concern was heavy in my voice but it also came off as a warning. I didn't want him to pick a fight with Rose. I also wanted to know about the bet.

“It's infantile,” He shrugged. “Emmett and Jasper like to gamble.”

I rolled my eyes.

She didn't drop it there. She tried to turn back, but his arm was tight around her waist. “Emmett will tell me.”

He sighed, finally giving in. He probably knew that neither of us would drop it. Bella could get Emmett to tell her, I'd get Carlisle to tell me. “They're betting on how many times you… slip up in the first year.”

The horror on Bella's face matched my own. I suddenly felt like throwing up and wished I had never asked.

Bella repeated his answer to elaborate. “They have a bet on how many people I’ll kill?”

“Yes.” He sounded annoyed, I couldn't help but agree. “Rosalie thinks your temper will turn the odds in Jasper’s favor.”

Bella looked lost. I was grateful we were still walking towards Carlisle.

“Jasper's betting high.”

“It will make him feel better if you have a hard time adjusting. He's tired of being the weakest link.”

“Sure. Of course it will. I guess I could throw in a few extra homicides, if it makes Jasper happy. Why not?” Her voice was flat and distant.

“I- That's so fucked up actually…” I didn't want to think about what they thought Bella would be like as a newborn vampire. Or that that was right around the corner.

I definitely didn't want to know if they'd placed bets about me.

“They didn't,” Edward answered anyway. “They talked about it, but it's not certain when- or if you'll be like us. Also Jasper thinks you're too much like Carlisle. It wouldn't be wise to bet high.”

I cringed, wanting to throw up again.

He squeezed Bella a bit tighter. “But neither of you need to worry about it now. In fact, you don’t have to worry about it ever, if you don't want to.”

Bella groaned and Edward pulled her a bit faster to the dining room. I didn't think it was her hand that was bothering her, but I was grateful he wanted to get her to Carlisle faster. I was more than willing to be closer to him as well.

Carlisle looked at Bella's hand for all of two minutes before agreeing that it was broken. He wanted to take her to the clinic for a legitimate x-ray and proper cast, but they came to a compromise. She just had to wear a brace and let him check on her regularly. She promised to be good and follow the doctor's orders.

Bella was out of it. Edward fussed over her multiple times, but she wasn't in any pain. Carlisle gave her some pain meds just in case.

Even as she hugged me before they left, she seemed off. I wondered if she really was just tired or if, like me, the idea of their bet threw her off.

When they were gone, Carlisle walked with me to our room. I was ready to pass out. The weight of the day was finally catching up to me. I couldn’t believe how tired I’d gotten in just the last 30 minutes.

Carlisle laid in bed next to me; both of us on our sides, facing each other, our hands joined between us. We laid there for a moment, just existing together, but my curiosity did get the better of me.

“Did you know?” I asked, just barely above a whisper.

“About the boys bet?” I nodded and he sighed. “Not exactly. I knew of the debate that started the bet. I knew that Jasper had joked that once Bella was a newborn, he wouldn’t be our biggest concern. However, they knew better than discussing it around me or Edward. I only heard in passing what Edward gathered from their thoughts.” His tone was apologetic, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“I’m not upset with them.” I specified. “They’re just being silly. It’s just… It’s weird to think about what we’ll be like… after.” I felt like my voice sounded as distant as Bella’s did earlier.

“You don’t have to-”

“I know. They didn’t even bet on my… outcome.” I almost laughed. “The idea of it though, somehow makes this all feel more real.”

He did laugh. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know.” I rolled over to my back and stared at the ceiling. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. “I guess I just couldn’t imagine it before. Like a part of me held on to the fantasy of it.”

“But since Jasper's story… and then today, after they mentioned the bet… It’s like now I can see it. I can see Bella with red eyes and cold skin. I can picture myself like you. It’s just so real.”

I turned back to him and his eyes were on me. I could tell he was analyzing my words, but his gaze wasn’t harsh. He was calm and soft and collected just like he always was- all while trying to decide if I was panicking.

I caressed his face. “I still want this… eventually. Not now-” I smiled softly at him and he smiled back. “But at some point, I still want to be like you. You just have to promise to love me if I accidentally kill people.”

He moved so he was positioned a bit over me, without putting any actual weight on me. “I will always love you, and I think I can manage keeping you in line.”

“That’s good…” I leaned up to kiss his nose. “Someone has to. It might take all of us to keep Bella in line.”

His lips lifted on one side in a half smile that made me melt. “Are you betting high?”

I playfully glared at him. “I am not betting… But if I had to guess, I think Bella is stubborn and she doesn’t really take no for an answer. And if this spring was any indication she has a flair for the dramatics- justified or not.”

He thought over my points for a moment before nodding. “You have excellent points. It’s a good thing there’s six of us.”

“And some overly attached wolves.” I giggled.

“I have nothing to wear!” Bella said into her now empty closet. I sat on the floor leaning against her bed. I started in the bed but as she pulled out all of her clothes I was quickly booted to the floor. “At this rate, I’m graduating in this!” she gestured towards herself and her old sweats and baggy sweater.

“You will not!” I insisted. “We’ll stop at a store on the way if we have to.”

“We don’t have time!” She glared at the pile of clothes. “Stupid, thieving, annoying vampire!”

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Alice said “What did I do?” while leaning casually beside the open window.

“Holy shit- Alice!”

She just laughed and added “Knock, knock.” with a grin.

“Is it really so hard to wait for me to get the door?”

“Or at least shoot either of us a text first so you don’t give us a heart attack?”

“It’s more fun this way.” Her grin got a touch wider “Anyway! I was passing through and I thought you might need something to wear.”

I giggled as Alice tossed a white box on the bed. Bella looked like she was relieved and also like she might throw up.

“Admit it,” Alice said. “I’m a lifesaver.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Bella muttered. “Thanks.”

“Well, it’s nice to get something right for a chance. You don’t know how irritating it is- missing things the way I have been. I feel so useless. So… normal.” She cringed. I had to laugh.

“How could you?” I joked at the same time Bell said “Eww, normal?”

Alice laughed. “Well this makes up for missing your annoying thief- now I just have to figure out what I’m not seeing in Seattle.”

Maybe it was the look on Bella’s face or the way Alice said our two problems so closely together, but it clicked. All of it lined up perfectly. I quickly scanned Bella’s face as she put it together. Her eyes darted between me and Alice as she tried to judge if we’d caught on. I nodded but Alice remained unmoved.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” Her question barely had time to settle before she moved to open it for her. “Pretty, don’t you think? I picked blue because I know it’s Edward’s favorite on you.” Bella wasn’t listening. She looked completely dazed.

I stood up and grabbed Alice’s hand. “Alice.”

At the same time Bella whispered “It’s the same.”

Alice didn’t get it. “What is?” she demanded. “You don’t have anything like this. For crying out loud you only own one skirt!”

“No-” Bella cut me off.

“-Alice! Forget the clothes, listen!”

She still hadn’t caught on, her face softened with disappointment “You don’t like it?”

“Listen, Alice, don’t you see? It’s the same!”

“The uninvited visitor, our missing things, the newborns-”

“Yeah! Thank you, Y/n!” She seemed a little less frantic knowing I understood. “They’re together.”

Alice froze, the dress fell from her hands delicately back into the box. “Why do you think that?”

“Remember what Edward said? About someone using the holes in your vision to keep you from seeing the newborns-”

“Right! And I brought up that I thought that maybe they were just curious as they passed through-”

“Then what you said before, Alice. The timing was too perfect.”

“Someone ‘Just curious’ wouldn’t have taken our things.” I added air quotes around my own words knowing now just how wrong I was. “And they were way too careful not to make any contact.”

“Because he knew you would see that.”

“You were right, Alice. He has to know. There’s no chance it’s multiple people who not only know, but are also using the holes in your vision at the same time.” Bella looked at me. Alice was still frozen.

Bella continued. “The one making the army is the one who stole our things.”

Alice stayed completely unmoving for quite some time. Around a minute in, I sat on the bed, trying my best to mind the pile of clothes. More time passed in silence. I was afraid she'd gone into shock.

Then she whispered, “You're right.” Her voice was hollow and completely detached. I wasn't convinced she was okay. I worried she was panicking. “Of course you're both right. And when you put it that way…”

“Edward had it wrong.” Bella whispered. From where I sat, it was hard to make out what she said. “It was a test… to see if it would work.”

“To see if he could get in, get our scent, and get back out unharmed.” I added.

“As long as he didn't do anything you would be watching out for.” Bella continued.

“Like speak to either of us… or eat our father.” I shivered.

“And he didn't take our things to prove he found us. He stole our scent… so that the others could find us.”

Another moment passed without a sound. None of us breathed. We were right. We had to be right. It was clear Alice knew it too.

“Oh, no,” she mouthed. Alice's stillness quickly became a panic that rivaled my own. Bella somehow looked relieved.

“Well,” she whispered. “Everyone can relax. Nobody's trying to exterminate the Cullens after all.”

Her words confused me. I just stared at her for a beat. “Relax? That's what you got from this?”

“If you think that one thing has changed, you're absolutely wrong.”

I teetered this line of understanding where Bella was coming from and outright disagreeing. This wasn't about the Cullens, which was good, but there was a ravenous army of newborn vampires after the two of us. If we could just turn ourselves over to them, maybe they'd leave our family alone. “But the Cullens would never let them get to us. No one will back down without a fight.”

“You're probably right- But at least we know what they're after. That has to help.”

“Maybe,” Alice muttered before she started pacing Bella's room.

When Dad knocked on the door both Bella and I nearly jumped out of our skin. Alice kept pacing, unbothered.

“Aren't you girls ready yet? We're going to be late!” I was sure he was more bothered that he had to wear a tie than he was about being late.

“Almost. Give us a minute.” Bella said hoarsely

His tone changed from frustration to concern immediately “Are you crying?”

“No. I'm nervous. Go away.”

Once he had grumbled his way back down the stairs, Alice whispered again, “I have to go.”

“Why?” Bella and I asked at the same time.

“Edward is coming. If he hears this…”

“Go, go.” Again, Bella and I spoke in unison. I knew that Edward wouldn't have the best reaction, which was easily an understatement.

“Y/n, can you keep him out of your thoughts?” Alice asked. My eyes went wide, not having considered the issue, but I nodded.

“I can try. I've never done it on purpose, but I’ll really really try.”

She did not look convinced. “If you can't keep him out, just keep your thoughts busy with literally anything else.” I nodded again trying to plan what to think about for the entirety of the graduation.

“Put that on,” Alice commanded before going back out the window. Bella looked at me and I just walked out of the room without another word- unsure of what to say anyway.

Dad was in the kitchen, looking at the paper, grumbling something along the lines of “-that girl is going to be late to her own damn graduation…” but I couldn't really hear him over the roaring in my head.

Could I just choose to keep Edward out of my thoughts? And, if I couldn't, could I really keep my head busy enough for him not to catch on.

And, possibly the hardest part, could I sit next to Carlisle for the entire graduation ceremony like nothing was wrong. He would be able to tell the second he saw me that something was off and I would have to be able to still not think about it and not tell him when he asked.

I poured what was left of the coffee into my travel mug, knowing very well it would not help the pit in my stomach but I hoped it would at least give my brain a bit of a caffeine buzz. As I finished making my coffee, Bella rushed downstairs. Dad complimented her and asked about her dress. She thanked him. She mentioned Alice.

I wasn't paying attention.

Once Edward arrived I thought about all of the shoes that I owned. I tried to just think ‘no Edward’ but didn't want to trust in that alone. They just as quickly drifted out to the cruiser. Dad kissed my check on his way out.

“I'll be right behind you guys. I'm almost ready.” I mumbled and Dad nodded but I didn't hear if he said anything. I shut the door behind them and for a second leaned my head against it.

I whispered to myself as I heard the car pull away. “It's no big deal. It's just an hour- maybe two. I can do this. I can do this.” I breathed a heavy sigh and straightened my dress. “I really hope I can do this.

I turned my back to the door to put on shoes. I looked one last time in the mirror by the door. I opened the door but immediately shut it back.

Quickly, I ran through the house and made sure every window was shut tight and locked. I made sure the back door was locked and double checked the front door was locked before heading to the school.

I got to my seat mere seconds before the ceremony started. Carlisle had chosen a seat that was next to isle and left the seat next to him for me. My Dad was just behind him with Billy and Jacob. I tried my best to smile politely at Billy. I didn't even look at Jacob.

Carlisle stood and placed his hand on the small of my back as I passed. He kissed my cheek and whispered “You look stunning, as always.”

I mumbled my thanks and it took a single second after I sat down for him to ask, “What's happened? Are you alright?”

I almost let my guard down. My mantra of ‘No Edward. No Edward. No Edward.’ almost paused, but I managed to get a grip. “Nothing’s happened. Everythings fine. I’m okay?”

His eyes squinted slightly, like he was analyzing every syllable in my words.

“I promise I will tell you about it later.” I smiled as best as I could at him. I poked the middle of my own forehead twice before repeating the motion on his.

“Oh,” He mouthed. “I understand.” He didn’t press though his grip did tighten ever so slightly around my hand. I kissed him quickly and Dad cleared his throat behind us. I let myself giggle.

When Principal Greene started the ceremony I repeated every word he said in my mind.

I clapped and cheered when Alice was called. She appeared, accepted the diploma, and disappeared just as quickly; I pretended not to notice. Edward followed after and his general confusion was clear. I continued to clap but my cheering was cut off when his sharp gaze met mine.

His expression didn’t change beyond confusion. I breathed a sigh of relief but sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in my head anyway. Even Jasper walked across the stage just as tense as Alice had been. Carlisle continued to cheer for his family as they graduated again.

As the next names were called he said under his breath, “He’s not sure what, but he can tell all of you are hiding something.”

I said nothing and continued the lullabies in my head.

When Bella’s name was called, Dad stood and cheered. Jacobs cheering was the loudest and though I rolled my eyes, it did make Bella crack a small smile- even if it was a little forced.

I stood and clapped with everyone else at the graduates moved their tassels and threw their caps. The kids started meeting up with their families and friends. I planned my escape route just to get stopped by Dad and Billy.

Dad asked if I wanted to go out to eat with them, which I could politely decline since Alice had made the party such a big deal. He bought it easily, said goodbye to me and Carlisle, before leaving with Billy and Jacob. Thankfully Jacob said nothing to me the whole time.

As soon as they were gone, Carlisle put an arm around my waist and started to walk with me to my car. He turned his head to face me as we walked, one eyebrow raised. “Y/n?”

“Carlisle?” I’d switched from lullabies to 80s love songs. If he was still in my head, I Wanna Dance With Somebody would have to work as a distraction.

“Will you please tell me what is going on?”

I shushed him. I doubted anyone could even hear our conversation over the crowd of families but I wasn’t going to risk it now. “As soon as no one can hear us.” I assured him.

The plan was that I would drive separately to the graduation and Carlisle would follow me back to our house after. That way I could help Bella get ready in the morning and then I could help Alice set up after the ceremony. I didn’t think the plan had changed and he walked me to my car like everything was normal. His arm stayed around my waist our entire walk. I figured we’d made it out of the woods without Edward finding out and freaking out.

But as we walked up to my car, Carlisle said, “I understand why you didn’t want to tell anyone in there.”

My eyes shot open and I turned to face him. “She told him? Is he alright? Is he freaking out?”

“He’s… not calm. But he will be alright, Mon Coeur.” He opened my door. “I do hope you have a bit more understanding than your sister, who seems to think that this connection solves everything.”

I didn’t move to get in the car. “I know it doesn’t. I think it’s probably worse…”

“It’s definitely worse.” He drew his lips into a line. “I’ll see you at the house. I will be right behind you the entire time.”

I nodded and kissed him. His car was behind mine before I even left the parking lot.

Alice gave everyone tasks. As soon as we walked in the door we were assigned balloon duty. I could hardly focus on the balloons. I popped three and let go of more than I could count. I giggled everytime they shot across the room. Alice sighed and took the remaining stack from me.

“I think that’s enough balloons… I’m going to get the music started. Y/n, why don’t you change into your party clothes?”

I looked down at my clothes then at Carlisle and mumbled, “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Nothing!” She said quickly. “It’s just that this is a party, and you look like you’re going to a graduation- Oh! I have the perfect dress!” and then she vanished up the stairs.

Carlisle only chuckled once he’d heard me laugh. Edward and Bella came in before Alice came back down. Edward was normally hard to read but his face really gave nothing away as to what he was feeling.

“Edward!” Alice had emerged from upstairs, seemingly unaware how much she’d startled me. Carlisle chuckled and rubbed my arm. “I need your advice. Should we give them familiar and comforting or educate their taste in music?”

“Keep it comforting,” Edward recommended. “You can only lead the horse to water.”

Alice nodded and started the music, placing whatever she decided was too ‘Educational’ in a separate box.

Bella looked down at her blue dress and mumbled. “I think I’m underdressed.”

“You’re perfect,” Edward disagreed.

“Alice is just over dressed,” I added.

She ignored me and said to Bella, “You’ll do.”

I laughed. Bella thanked her but her voice still had hope when she asked “Do you really think people will come?” Alice made a face at her.

“Everyone will come.” Edward confirmed. I watched Bella deflate. I wasn't too excited about the party, but I was excited to watch Bella try to navigate the house full of people.

Then Alice continued barking orders. I followed along, completing small tasks for her. Bella held on to Edward while we floated around. I doubted he would have let her go, but I also never saw her try. The guys moved as Alice commanded, all while discussing battle strategies for their attack on the newborns in Seattle.

I wanted to throw up.

They still had no backup. Tanya’s family refused to send any aid, and of course there was still no chance they’d change Bella early. Yet they still had every intention to charge in before the army got too close.

Jasper looked about as nervous as I felt. Trying every angle he could think of just to swing the odds in our favor. I hated that it wasn’t looking like a bright outcome. Not to mention they had no idea what they were going to do with me and Bella during the fight.

I didn’t like the idea of staying in forks and waiting it out. I wouldn’t let them divide their numbers by making anyone stay behind. Bella looked like the thought alone would drive her mad.

But then the doorbell rang.

Everything shifted immediately, going from betting odds and battle strategies to teenage house party. The stress melted out of the room, while still clinging to me. Carlisle smiled, Jasper moved to Alice’s side. Alice turned up the music, pointed at me, and mouthed the word ‘change’, before dancing to get the door.

I let out a harsh laugh and kissed Carlisle’s cheek and drifted upstairs to put on whatever it was that Alice deemed party worthy.

I was a bit thankful, actually. Not only to get out of my dress and- with any luck- into something a bit more comfortable. But I was thankful that even for just a moment, I could take a breath and try to push some of the panic aside.

I shut the door behind me and took the biggest breath I could muster; granted, it was shaky and broken. I tried again. And somehow that one was worse. I hoped that with the music and the chatter even the Cullens couldn’t hear my gasps. I moved from the door as fast as I could and sat on the edge of the bed. My hand went to my chest.

I knew that at least tonight we were fine. They weren’t coming to get us tonight and now that we had a more clear picture, Alice could probably see them coming. I didn’t have to panic.

And yet… There I sat. Panicking.

I was completely overwhelmed with this looming dread. This wasn’t just about Bella anymore. Though that was bad enough, this involved me now. Despite how often Edward disregarded my safety and despite how desperately Carlisle tried to protect me from this;

My life was in danger.

It was never going to end was it?

I was shaking and crying before I even realized. I’d been in there for a while when there was a soft knock at the door followed by another that was a bit more demanding. I had just enough time to wipe my tears and sit up straighter before the door cracked open. I saw Jasper's soft blonde curls before it registered that it was him.

“Y/n?” His accent was thick with concern, even as he just said my name.

“Jasper… I-I” I tried to breathe again. “I figured you were Carlisle.”

“Alice had him step out to get ice. He figured he’d be back before you noticed he was gone. But I heard you crying… thought I could lend a hand.”

I smiled softly at him and he took a small step into the room. He left the door cracked just slightly so the noise filtered in. I took another deep, settling breath.

“Alice might come lookin for ya if you don’t come down soon, but I might be able to stall her a bit longer.”

I almost giggled but it got caught in my throat. He handed me a tissue. “Thank you, Jasper. I really should get down there.”

“No problem. Though, I wish I could do more to ease your panic.”

I sighed, “Thanks for always trying…” I took his outreached hand and he helped me to my feet. I held on to him a bit longer just to make sure I was stable on my feet. I thanked him again.

He chuckled and grinned softly. “Happy to help.”

I turned to let him go but stopped before he could. “Uhm… one last thing?” He nodded. I sighed and my lip trembled. I pushed past it and said, “Are our numbers… completely hopeless?” I had to look out the window and blink back my reamerging tears.

“I wouldn’t say hopeless… I’m just not quite used to playing with the disadvantage. But, I’ve never lost a fight. I don’t plan on startin’ now… Especially not now when my family is involved.”

I pulled my eyes back to his and saw the sincerity there.

He nodded and I nodded and he continued. “Everyone will be alright. We have to be confident.”

I nodded again and mumbled my thanks.

This time when he went to leave I didn’t stop him. I quickly changed into what Alice had laid out, though I did forgo the heels.

I made my way down the stairs. Alice was pointing Carlisle to where she wanted him to take the ice but Jasper took it from him and nodded towards me. I mouthed one last thank you in his direction before meeting Carlisle’s warm gaze. His soft smile and bright gold eyes almost washed my panic away completely.

He saw it anyway and when his arm wrapped around my waist he pulled me close to him. His free hand went to my chin, lifting it so he could see my face better. I felt my cheeks heat.

“You’ve been crying. Has something happened?” His tone was hushed even as he scanned me for obvious injury.

I giggled and shook my head. “I’m fine. I just got overwhelmed.” When he just looked at me with one eyebrow raised, I lifted a pinky. “Promise! It’s no big deal. We can talk about it later.”

He didn’t look happy about it, but he interlocked his pinky with mine before fully taking my hand. We walked into the main room where the bulk of the guests had started hanging out.

He pointed out to me that the largest tower of cupcakes was nearly empty. I was glad they were doing well with the crowd after all the work Emmett and Alice put into them. A few girls walked up and gave compliments to Carlisle about our home. Some were obviously flirting with him. It made me giggle every time. His hand never left the small of my back.

Everything was going smoothly, until it wasn’t.

Bella was talking with Jessica and Edward, then Edward walked off, just fast enough to still seem natural. Bella looked around for a second and then something caught her eye behind us. I turned and saw Alice frozen in the doorway. She looked like she could hardly stand on her own.

Carlisle froze too. I sharply turned to face him again and whispered, “What’s wrong?” The quiver in my voice was only loud enough for him to hear.

“I’m… not sure. Stay here, I’ll find Edward.”

Two seconds after he walked off and I walked over to where Bella had met Alice, the doorbell rang.

I only caught the end of what they were saying. “I have to talk to Carlisle,” Alice had said. Then she was gone and Bella said to the space where she’d been, “No, Alice, wait!” before swearing under her breath.

I touched her arm and she still jumped. “Where did they go? What is going on?”

“I have no idea… Where is Carlisle?” I could tell she was just as lost as I was.

“Looking for Edward.” The doorbell rang again. “Should I get that?”

“No.” She started heading for the stairs. I continued to stand there, confused.

“Hey, Bella!” I didn’t expect to see Jacob. As a matter of fact, I’d never expected to see Jacob in my house at all. Definitely after the shit he pulled the last time she hung out with him. But there he was, in my living room with two of his friends. Though it was clear, at least to me, that his friends very much did not want to be there.

Bella also did not want them to be there. She waved back at him when he waved, but still turned and disappeared into the crowd. Jacob disappeared too and I just stood there with my hands in the air.

“I… don’t worry guys. I’ll handle the party hosting. It’s fine…” I said sarcastically and just loud enough that they probably heard. Something was going on, and instead of telling me- or Bella from the looks of it, they ran off to have a secret little meeting.

I scanned the crowd looking for a single vampire or at least Bella, but all I found was the back of Jacobs head. I guessed he was talking with Bella but I did not want to get involved. I had nothing nice to say to him, So I walked away. I moved into the room picking up and throwing away abandoned plates and empty cups. I was in the middle of wiping icing off the table cloth when Alice’s cool hand wrapped around my arm.

“Shit! My god- Alice… you nearly scared me to death!” I put a hand on my chest to try to slow my heart beat. Her face didn’t change.

She looked panicked.

“Alice, what’s wrong?”

“I need you to come with me. Where’s Bella?”

I looked at the crowd again. “She’s over there with-” before I could finish she disappeared, “with Jacob…” I pulled my lips into a tight line, but headed towards where I’d last seen Bella.

Alice was already there, whispering to Bella. They started to walk off with me trailing behind when Jacob blocked their path. “Hey, not so fast.”

Alice and I demanded in sync, “Excuse me?” I glared at him but her eyes stayed wide.

“Tell us what's going on.”

“How about you-” I took a step forward, but Bella held her hand to stop me.

Jasper appeared next to Alice and I'd never been so excited to see him. Jacob, on the other hand, took a step back. I could barely hold back my laughter.

“We have a right to know.” Jacob muttered, still glaring at me.

I had to bite my tongue. Jasper stepped in between us. Jacob and his friends tensed.

This time Bella stepped in, laughing just slightly to play it cool. “Hey, hey… This is a party, remember?”

No one moved. I glared at Jacob and Jasper as they had a seemingly never ending staring contest. Alice was the first one to soften.

“It's okay, Jasper. He actually has a point.” Jasper did not relax.

“What did you see, Alice?” Bella asked, like she could not handle the anticipation a second longer.

Alice took a moment before her eyes left Jacob and met Bella's anxious gaze.

She answered loud enough for everyone to hear. “The decision has been made.”

“You're going to Seattle?”

“No,”

“No? What do you mean, ‘no’?” I asked even though I had a sinking feeling I did not want to know.

Bella looked like I felt; Her face paled as she figured out what she meant. “They're coming here?” She choked out.

“Here?” I couldn't comprehend what they were saying. How could the army come here? The boys in front of me looked equally as confused. Nothing felt real.

“Yes.”

“To forks.”

“Yes.”

“For?”

Alice nodded, in understanding. “One carried your things. Your red shirt and your pillow case.”

“But… they can’t come here. It’s too close. Dad is here- Bella-” My voice didn’t sound like my own.

“I know,” Alice agreed with more sadness in her eyes than I had the capacity to understand. “But it doesn’t matter where we stop them. There still won’t be enough of us, and some of them will come here to search.”

“No!” Bella whispered.

My eyes locked on Jaspers. Just an hour before, he’d said our numbers weren’t hopeless. I wanted to beg him to have that confidence now. I needed them to find a way to stop whatever end we were coming to. He only watched Alice.

Bella grabbed my arm and pulled my focus. I felt the world spin. “Then we have to go meet them!” Her voice was shrill.

“Bella!” Alice scolded.

“Hold it,” Jacob spoke for the first time in a long time. He looked caught between anger and confusion. “What is coming?”

Since they decided to talk about it so openly, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to explain but I still whispered. “Newborn vampires. Like a whole bunch of them.” I hated how small my voice was.

“Why?” He pressed.

Alice took over for me. “For Y/n and Bella. That’s all we know.”

“There are too many for you?” he asked.

Jasper was deeply annoyed with the question. “We have a few advantages. It will be an even fight.”

A terrible thought passed through my head. I tried to push it away but Jacob grinned in a way that could only mean he was thinking the same thing. “Jake- no…”

No one acknowledged me.

“No,” Jacob said. “It won’t be even.”

“Excellent!” Alice hissed. I was frozen. Bella was frozen. Alice and Jacob just grinned at each other. “Everything just disappeared, of course. That’s inconvenient, but, all things considered, I’ll take it.”

“We’ll have to coordinate,” Jacob started but all of the noise was overwhelming. Their words sounded like mush. The music was too loud. I squeezed my eyes close and took a few deep breaths while Alice, Jasper, and Jacob casually discussed fighting an army.

I felt a cool hand brush against my arm though I couldn’t tell whose. I locked our fingers together and opened my eyes to find Rosalie. I didn't know when she’d gotten there but I was grateful she had.Bella was too distracted to notice we’d left.

Wordlessly she led us out of the crowd and safely into the garage. It was considerably quieter in there. She took me straight to Carlisle's side then she moved to stand next to Emmett. I mumbled my thanks to her as I wrapped my arms around him. While normally, his presence alone was enough to calm my heart rate, at that moment I still felt like I was drowning in panic.

Carlisle said something to the others in a tone too low for me to understand as he pulled me close to him. He kissed my hair. Only when I was completely surrounded by him did I feel like I could even breathe. His hold on me didn’t loosen.

“Find Bella and Alice. End this party on a positive note. We can reconvene later.” He sounded calm. Everyone followed his instructions without another word to either of us. I’d only just heard the door to the garage shut behind them before Carlisle shifted me back and lifted my chin so he could see my face better. “Everything will be okay.”

I wasn’t crying. I could have, at any second, but I was afraid that if I started I wouldn’t be able to stop. He ran a thumb over my cheek anyway. I held it together better than I thought I would, but maybe I was out of energy to fight and panic. I let his confidence soothe me and nodded softly.

I didn't believe him- but I wanted to. I wanted to believe that with aid from the wolves we'd make it out of this unscathed. No one would be hurt. We'd be safe again. But the worry I felt was bigger than me.

So I just let him hold me. He dulled the ache with soft kisses to my face. He kissed me and held me right where they'd left us in the garage until there was only silence around us. As much as I needed this- as much as I needed him, I could tell by the way he held me that he needed me too. The kisses to my head and face and neck reassured him as much as they did me. When we finally drifted inside everyone was gone. We went upstairs to our room so I could try to get some rest.

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