#no because imagine them like this with carlisle and esme

[philtatosbuck]

objectively hilarious how alice, jasper, emmett, alice and edward are like. carlisle and esme’s children and then bella is like. the daughter in law. for all intents and purposes emmett should also be a son in law since he was like. brought in via rosalie. alice and jasper adopted themselves 

like edward and rose are carlesme’s children and then like. emmett and bella are the ones who married into the family and alice is like esme’s niece and jasper is like carlisle’s nephew who met before they met esme and carlisle and they’re basically their kids but All This To Say. bella’s the only “official” in law. and i think it’s hilarious. 

#carlesme #bc i mentioned them as a couple #alice cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #jasper hale #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #favorite type of aus are human aus where you have to explain how they're related #anyway. unpopular i think on this front but i enjoy aus where #rosalie and edward are siblings more than hale twin ones #are they my favorite sibling relationship? absolutely not but i do think it's endlessly funny #to imagine them both as carlesme's kids (and they were the first two kids) #who no one can get along with because they're both insufferable #also hale twin aus are so dry </3 #i'll accept edward rosalie AND alice as carlesme's kids too #sometimes #like. ignoring renesmee's existence. #when they go to a new town #what's their cover story. Huh. #where does bella fit in this adopted-fostered-oh-thats-carlises-niece cover story #obsessed with it all. #personally in my little charlie-carlisle-esme world charlie also travels with them with his milf/dilf couple #so the kids look way less inc/sty in school

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

On Renesmee’s stunted growth and the Cullen’s wondering whether it’s about the diet, curious as to how each Cullen views the situation. Is there anyone advocating for her to try human blood?

The post anon's referencing.

Oh boy, and yes, I imagine it's a matter of hot debate (which is why I cut the post off short before we could get into it.

Alice

Alice doesn't really care but mostly she's miffed that she can't see what will happen either way. Everyone's bickering and Alice feels pressure on her to predict her way out when she's 0 help here. She can't see if Renesmee will eventually die, if she's just stuck like this, if she'll grow older eventually, nothing.

She can't even predict which decision will make the family happiest. I imagine she votes animal blood because it's the most likely thing to keep the Cullens intact. The human diet just isn't sustainable even for one person and the Cullens would have to split in half over it.

Alice is against family splitting in half.

Bella

Get her the blood.

They can use blood donations again! Just because Renesmee needs blood doesn't mean she has to become a murderer/not be a Cullen anymore. And more importantly, how can they sacrifice Renesmee's health for an esoteric belief? It's one thing for the rest of them, where the only consequence is being a little weaker, Renesmee might die/is stuck like this.

If they don't want to steal from hospitals, fine, they can set up a fake blood drive/charity with Alice's money. They'll get humans to donate right there in a truck and then Renesmee can eat it fresh.

Bella fails to see why this is even a matter of debate and judges the Cullens strongly for talking about this at all.

Carlisle

As in most things canonically, Carlisle is team "you decide but there will be consequences". He likely lays out that yes, this may have stunted Renesmee's growth, she may even die young because of this, however it's her choice to make if she's willing to live with this for the sake of not eating people.

Most importantly, if she eats people, she can't stay. Eating blood donations is not sustainable at all and even if it was would be noticed. People would still die if those are stolen frequently enough to feed Renesmee. She would have to eat people, actual people, which means she can't stay.

Naturally, this ultimatum throws the family into chaos, and everyone's very upset by it, but them's the breaks.

Edward

Edward's torn. On the one hand, this is not good for Renesmee's health and growth, but on the other hand he can't support not being on the diet even for his daughter. More, if it comes to leaving the family... he can't leave the family.

As Bella's looking increasingly like she'll abscond with Renesmee to feed her people out of spite Edward finds himself more and more stressed as he has to choose between his beloved family and his other beloved family.

Edward tries to play both sides, this goes poorly.

Emmett

As always, Emmett's staying out of this one/taking whichever side Rosalie's taking. Privately, he thinks they should probably just feed the girl blood. Maybe send her to the Irish or something to look after and the family can visit from time to time. She'd be happy there.

Esme

Esme's siding with Bella. She doesn't see why they should be harming the family, doing this horrible thing to this girl, when there are solutions. They can make this work, they always do, and they can't kick Renesmee out for something that's not her fault.

Jasper

Jasper's also staying out of this one but also doesn't really have an opinion/is a bit torn. On the one hand, yeah, this might kill Renesmee. But on the other hand, sometimes life is miserable and you're born a vampire and it's better to die young and in pain than live the life of a murderer.

I imagine him feeling this is a choice Renesmee has to make for herself.

Renesmee

Renesmee doesn't know what's even happening. She's that dog in space.

I imagine she voices she'd rather stay on the diet, as then this argument can be avoided, and she doesn't become the family freak and the one who couldn't hack it.

No one listens to her.

Rosalie

Oh Hell no.

Renesmee's getting the blood. People die all the time, it happens, and there are lots of people who deserve to die for that matter. Are they going to watch Renesmee waste away, for something she can't help, just so they can feel morally superior?

(Yes, this is at odds with Rosalie's firm conviction to remain on the diet and judgement of those who cannot, but I imagine as with other canon events this would skew Rosalie's priorities a bit.)

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #the cullens #alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #jasper whitlock #rosalie hale #renesmee cullen #meta #headcanon #opinion

[panlight]

I'm not sure if its possible to get something like pigs blood from a butcher in the US, but i feel like someone like Esme would prefer that over hunting animals.

And maybe Carlisle and Rosalie would work on a blood alternative, kind of like TruBlood, for vampires.

What are your thoughts on that?

My understanding is that it's tricky in the US to find it, but with the Cullens' money they could probably pay off some local butchers to save blood for them. Just imagining Esme being like "oh I make authentic black pudding and sell it online!" as an explanation and they make like a fake online store front for it and then people start trying to actually order it and she's like, oh crap I guess I have to make some now? Like when you read stories about restaurants that were really fronts for mob activity but someone wanders in and the mobsters have to get their mom to cook some pasta for the oblivious customers.

But, really, if SM were more interested in 'vampire slice of life' stuff AND if she had more room in her story for the secondary characters to have desires and motivations outsides of either facilitating or resenting the main romance, of course Carlisle would have been trying to make a blood substitute, and of course Rosalie and Edward, with their various STEM degrees, would be helping him. And OF COURSE they would have researched the myths surrounding vampires having children long before Bella got pregnant. It's absolutely impossible for me to suspend my disbelief to accept that the Cullens and especially Carlisle were just like 'wow we literally never thought or wondered about this until just now' when Bella gets pregnant. Esme and Rosalie LONG for children! SURELY they've researched this before!?!? I could accept that they researched it but found no concrete evidence and thought it was just a myth made up by the Volturi or whatever but just the 'literally no idea . . . even though apparently there are books in our library about it, and our groundskeepers on Isle Esme know about it, and there are websites online about it' does not make sense to me unless the Cullens have just literally been standing around like unplayed Sims waiting for Edward and Bella to need them for something.

I also think the Cullens probably should have been working on some kind of sparkle-suppressing vampire make-up. I've seen people asking why they don't just use make-up to hide the sparkle or look older, but since their skin is so different from human skin, normal make-up probably wouldn't work that well. But again, you've got Alice the fashion maven and bunch of other vampires with backgrounds in biology and they can't put their heads together and come up with some kind of vampire-friendly, sparkle-proof foundation?

Again, I get it: at the end of the day Twilight is a romance, and romances generally and understandably have a narrow focus on the central relationship. But romances don't usually have so MANY side characters, either. Realistically, I would expect the Cullens, with their various medical and scientific studies, abundant free time (no sleep!) and unlimited wealth, would have already solved a lot of living-as-a-vampire problems by the time Bella showed up.

Assuming they can be solved, of course. Maybe vampire venom on the skin really just makes any make-up lasting for more than a half hour impossible. Maybe a blood substitute just doesn't work because there's some magical 'blood is the life' thing going on here. Maybe pig's blood is just too impractical to get from a butcher in the volume they need it. Maybe the act of hunting helps them release tension and they realize they miss it.

But yeah I'd have loved to have seen more of this. There's some stuff in Midnight Sun that hints at the stuff the Cullens get up to, but it's more like, Emmett and Jasper's complicated chess game with multiple boards, or Alice and Rosalie designing clothes on the computer. I don't think SM really thought about 'what would a vampire doctor who wants to be as human as possible be researching in his spare time?' and so we missed out on some of this stuff.

#asks

[therealvinelle]

what are the cullen’s hobbies? (not canon ones, things and activities you think they’d enjoy - even if being a vampire made it a little difficult or damn near impossible)

God, my eye is twitching with the desire to give them the weirdest hobbies imaginable.

The Cullens have an insane amount of money and time, and their powers (ultra-fine muscle control, amazing vision, etc.) means they will excel at a lot of hobbies.

The hobbies they are prevented from by their vampirism are things involving animals, professional sports (as you'll have to submit to drug tests and your health and fitness routine being monitored), close contact with people in general, food-based hobbies, and hobbies were humans are likely to bleed one way or another.

To say nothing of how niche a hobby community can get. Everyone knows everything about everyone, and that opens up for a level of scrutiny a vampire might not be prepared for.

So, let's assume these barriers aren't an issue for whatever reason. What do the Cullens do?

(I... admit I wasn't entirely able to resist that weird hobby urge.)

Alice might just find herself doing cat or dog shows. The level of perfectionism and effort that goes into preparing your pet (depending strongly on breed and fur quality, of course, some breeds require little if any preparation. The universal experience, though, is GROOOOOOOOOMMMM and if it’s dogs, then TRAIIIIINNNNN your dog) could very well appeal to her, and I imagine she'd develop her own coat products. Silicone powder, color-enhancing shampoo, volumizing spray, she's got her own line, to say nothing of the edge her gift would give her, as she would know which puppy or kitten to buy. (The "which cub am I choosing?!!" issue being a common one because when a puppy is 8 weeks old you simply do not know if it will grow up to be a hottie or not, and it’s not much easier with 12 week old kittens. This is a science.) Her pets win everything.

Carlisle, well, the trouble with this guy is his work is his hobby. And it's already one vampires are supposed to be unable to do. The man is a fluke. Carlisle's hobby is now to be able to contribute to medical research and reference patients from the 1820's without anybody asking questions.

Edward... god, all I can picture is some intensely esoteric craft, one that five people in the world can do and that creates something beautiful and meaningful. Making instruments, the rarer and more elaborate the better, is the name of the game, I think.

Emmett would love to compete. He's a vampire, he's going to win at everything anyway, he's incredible. He kicks the butts of seventeen-year-old humans who worked hard and makes them all cry because he just took their scholarships. He whoops, beats his chest. VICTORY!!

Esme, cooking competitions. She's winning them all. And, because anon said to remove the vampirism problems, she's not eating her competitors.

Jasper is into theatre. Not because he's particularly interested in it, oh no, he just likes to abuse his gift this way. With his gift he can make the other actors bomb their scenes, or make an untalented schmuck seem like the next Rex Harrison. He's in a movie club for the same reason. He made one guy laugh during Schindler's List. Just the one.

Renesmée, if finding the limitations of her hybridness lifted, becomes a freestyle diver. Who needs to breathe? Usually Renesmée, but not anymore!

Rosalie has her cars already, but she strikes me as a horse girl. Give the girl an unafraid horse, and the ability to compete without that being an issue, and our girl is on a Dutch Warmblood competing on a national level in dressage.

#cullens #twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight meta #the cullens #carlisle cullen #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #jasper hale #renesmee cullen #you know this post has been in my drafts forever because renesmee was spelled renesmée #renesmée cullen #alice cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen

[blissfulberryxo]

i imagine this happened at some point in the twilight universe

Edward: so you were a soldier, right? Jasper: yes... i was Edward: That's just so cool, tell me what it was like! Everyone else's thoughts: yikes Edward when he hears them: but soldier yeehaw Jasper after that conversation:

A few days later

Edward: you were a soldier TWICE? Jasper: uh... Edward: i'm so jealous! Carlisle, trying to save jasper: WHO WANTS TEA? (they can't drink tea, he just panicked in the absence of Esme)

Later that day

Edward: Jasper is so cool Alice: I know right he's so strong and mysterious Rosalie: What the fuck is wrong with you he's a WAR CRIMINAL Edward: You just say so because you have to pretend to be his twin sister. I wish I could pretend to be his twin sister. Rosalie: OF THE WAR CRIMINAL??? Jasper: I'm not even denying it *keeps reading his book* Alice: D: Alice: He's not a war criminal! Just committed crimes! In a war! Carlisle: Where's Esme when I need her… Esme: *hiding in the woods* 👁️👄👁️

inspired by something that happened in a twilight discord server :D

#twilight meme #twilight #twilight saga #the twilight saga #twilight shitposting #edward cullen #rosalie hale #jasper hale #alice cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen

[so-very-small]

also sorry for Twilight posting in the year of our lord 2023 but Bella as a borrower in the Cullen’s house would be. so fun

like, maybe she’s just small enough that her scents unnoticeable. Alice, future vision queen, knows shes there but hasn’t met her yet. Jasper also knows Bella’s there, cause he’s a sensative newborn, but he can’t ever find her and the others think he’s making it up (respectfully. like “Oh, you’re smelling blood in the walls dear? okay sure:) lets go hunt and get you REAL food” type beat) Edward does not know Bella is there, because he cannot read her thoughts. Edward, Rosalie, Esme, Emmett, and Carlisle don’t know about Bella. (i’m fully picturing them as the idealized cullens i have living in my brain bc maybe letting canon edward around tiny bella would not. be the best course of action.)

Charlie is also a borrower (obvs), and I feel like Bella’s high school friends would be a mix of humans and borrowers living with said humans.

also for the werewolves, maybe they’re sizeshifters as well as shapeshifters. 1) it’d add a new dynamic to the love triangle (like, loving ‘only a giant’ Edward vs loving Jacob who could shift down to her size like Ed can’t) and 2) tiny wolves. the big ouppys but small

and my final thought on this subject: that moment in New Moon where Carlisle put his fingers on Bella’s chin in a moment that was not meant to be as hot as I personally find it? imagine Carlisle tilting her face up with a giant fingertip. that is all. thank u

#g/t #giant tiny #im rewatching the movies and unfortunately ive been thinking abt the cullens a lot #not so much what they are in the story. but how good they could have been

[redheadjustin]

ok ok

twilight family x hybrid youngest brother like reneseme

say bella never got preggo and the boys seen a lot of shit go down, abusive and traumatized past (make it angsty)

he joins after bella, say Alice and jasper find him, take him in and the boys been on the run because hes half yk yk

eventually they get attacked suddenly but the boy uses his own abilities that hes never told anyone abt (like dr. strange magic)

ends up killing them, shocks the cullens

but ofc then the battle comes along, he meets with the wolves and I just need. a fic. where. seth. imprints on a male younger reader. BC OMGICANNOTFINDANY.

anyways that happens and the boy understands

cute gay couple

and if u want to add in the battle go ahead but I just headcanon it as they win they go home the end-

So I realized halfway through that you ment on the run from the Voltouri. And I was tempted to start over but I wanted to finish this version. If you still want a kid on the run from the Voltouri then feel free to send another one in just with different powers and a different character.  

Seth didn’t expect to imprint on a vampire. Least of all you. You were four years old but looked eight. Seth flinched at Edward’s curious look,Alice was grinning like a madwoman, Rose’s eye was twitching, Emmett had the biggest shit eating grin in the history of shit eating grins, Bella was confused as all hell, Carlisle was trying to restore order to the gathering of wolves and vampires, Esme was sending motherly smiles to Seth and you. And Jasper was close to a mental breakdown from all the conflicting  emotions coming from the group assembled.  

Paul and Jared were rolling over, laughing which was a strange sight to see two giant wolves laughing and rolling on the ground. Sam, God bless the poor guy, was trying to restore order with Carlisle while trying to keep the headache away, but given the fact he’d be the one to tell the elders and consul members he wasn’t having much luck. Quill was doing victory laps as he wasn’t the only one to imprint on a kid anymore. Jacob was Glaring back at Rosalie to protect his brother and by God Jake wouldn't  let anyone hurt his little brother, blood or not. Leah was plotting how to kill you and every way you could imagine. Embry was glaring and growling at Leah. Who would want to kill a child because their little brother imprinted on said child? Even if that child was a half vampire.

But, we need to back up. We need to examine just how you joined the Cullen family. It’s a sad tale. Your father was a kind vampire. He only fed on willing humans. He was almost as notable as Carlisle but your father stayed off the Volturi’s radar. He was smart, he didn’t want any unwanted attention. Your mother was the exact opposite. She was loud, outgoing and hard to ignore. She was also a woman who appreciated a good drink. This is how your parents met.

Your mother was spending yet another of her nights at her favorite bar when your father walked in. Your father was not a man to sleep around as he was from the eighteenth century but your mother had the arua about her, it also didn’t help that she was wearing a very form fitting dress that showed her curves off and she wasn’t shy about showing her legs either. Given the time your father was raised everything about the way your mother presented himself should have had him running for the hills. Key word: Should’ve. But there was this pull that kept drawing your father to this woman. Soon your father was sitting next to the woman in the revealing dress and soon they got to talking and soon they found themselves in your fathers apartment and soon, well, You don’t need to know what happened after that. Oh don’t worry! You’ll find out once you're old enough for the Birds and the bees talk.

The next morning saw your mother leave your father in his bed without so much as a ‘thank you’. Your mother found out she was pregnant with you about a month after that. She tried to have an abortion but your father showed up to stop her. It’s not that he didn’t believe that abortion was wrong but this was probally his only chance to have a child and it was the thing he wanted most in the world. Your mother agreed on the condition that afterwards she was to have nothing to do with your upbringing. She was a woman who wanted to enjoy her twenties but a child would hinder that. Nine months later saw you coming into the world and your after could not be happier. It was a dream of his to have a child. Your father wanted to be exactly that since before cars were a thing. The moment you were in your fathers arms he swore to protect you till his head was knocked off his shoulders and he was nothing but ashes. Unfortunately that fate met your father sooner than anyone would have preferred.

It was shortly before your second birthday but you already looked like you were three. Your father knew what to expect when it came to your growth and development. It saddened him that you would grow up fast but he knew there was nothing to be done. It was one Hell of a stormy night when there was a knock on the door. You were already asleep so you didn’t get to meet the group of three vampires that visited, James, Victoria and Laurent. You didn’t hear the fight between your father and the other vampires. You knew what a vampire was and you knew you were a half vampire. You didn’t hear the breaking of your father’s neck nor did you smell the burning of his body outside the house. You wouldn’t find out the truth for a year or two.

What you did know was the lady with the red hair said she and the rest of her coven would take care of you after they couldn’t save your father. You didn’t know their true intentions, you didn’t know that Victoria just wanted wanted a slave, you didn’t know that James would give his mate whatever she so disiured, and you sure as hell didn’t know that Laurent was an unwilling partner. In the two years since your kidnapping/enslavement you were beaten every witch way. You were forced to drink from humans and you hated it. It was just before James and the others went to Washington state when you discovered your magic. You weren’t there when James and the others encountered the Cullens. Your abuse got worse when Victoria came back. You had massive scars by the time Victoria sent you and Laurent to kill Bella, though you didn’t know that was the mission. You simply thought that you and Laurent were stopping by forks for a quick hunt on the way to Alaska to join Laurent's new coven.

When it became clear why you were brought along you were disappointed. But Laurent kept a firm grip on your shoulder and led you to the poor girl. You knew that Victoria wanted to get revenge for James’ death but you didn’t think she’d go after the girl who James tried to kill. Most vampires would go for the one that killed their mate. You were brought along to kill Bella from a distance should the girl put up a fight you weren’t going to do that. You weren’t going to kill a girl who was an innocent bystander. Laurent had Bella pinned down and you were about to intervene when howls reached your ears and you forze. Your father had told you stories about the shifters and you, while scared of them,  you knew they would smell your human side but would be wary of you because you're a hybrid.

You watched with morbid fascination as the wolves tore Laurent to pieces. You were the one to light Laurent on fire with your magic. You heard his cries for you to help and you worried that if Laurent was given time to heal he’d come after you and you might be able to do magic but you knew you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself from a fully grown, full blooded vampire. But, in killing Laurent you brought attention to yourself from the giant wolves. You took a step back. You were terrified, you knew that your short life would end and the sad thing was, you weren't necessarily saddened by the prospect of your death. You stood still as a large, black wolf stepped closer to you. He got closer and closer till you could feel the breath from the wolf’s snout. You closed your eyes and braced for the teeth. But they never came. But, what did come was a wet wolf nose and tongue licking your cheek. You giggled at the touch and you opened your eyes slowly and you saw all the wolves looking at you with looks of love and understanding.

The wolves stayed for a few minutes until the black one nudged you over to Bella. The wolves gave her a look that said ‘we’ll look for a vampire caregiver for him but until we do please look after him’ Bella looked offended but before she could argue the pack was gone. The girl glared at you as you stared at the ground. You weren’t aware of what Bella told Charlie but the man was a lot like your father and he took care of you while Bella was with Jacob. Speaking of the alpha, he thought of you as a little brother and sometimes he’d insist Bella bring you over when the two would hang out. In fact you were with Jacob when Bella was forced off the cliff. When you all arrived back at Bella’s house.

When Alice saw you her motherly instincts kicked in. She adored you even though she couldn’t see your future. But, that was due to your magic. For some reason you went to Italy with Bella and Alice to save edward. Alice only realized half way through the flight that You could be mistaken for an immortal child and that could lead to major trouble. But, Alice figured that if it was explained that you were a hybrid then any future hybrids wouldn’t be harmed. You liked Alice’s driving. It reminded you of your father. Edward heard your thoughts and knew you were the proper child for Alice and Jasper. You stayed close to Alice. You don’t why but you felt safe with her. You were aware of the glares from the Voltouri guards. As you were brought before the kings you wanted disappear.

The one named Aro was the nicest to you. He waited to see your memories to give judgment. “Amazing, Mother magic has blessed a hybrid. This child is no threat and shall be allowed to live and shall be placed in the care of Alice and her husband.” And that was that and the four of you headed home which was when Alice got Edward to promise her a porsche. You giggled at the thought of being in the fast car again.

Jasper was surprised to meet you but he immediately took the role of your father. Carlisle and Esme took to you like a duck to water and dubbed you as their grandchild. You, of course, loved the idea of grandparents. Rosalie was just as motherly to you as Alice although Rose taught you about cars as opposed to fashion. Emmett was your second dad, especially when Jasper had to be away due to emotional overload and blood lust. Emmett was a teddy bear and never had an issue with cuddling you. He also loved teaching you about sports and you loved it when he called you ‘champ’. Edward was the one to teach you about music. He also kept Bella away from you as he knew what happened from your memories.

When you figured out Victoria was coming after both you and Bella you were more afraid than you’ve ever been in your short four year life. You were brought to the training session just because you were the other one Victoria was after. You were the only one allowed to cross the border and each of the wolves gave you an affectionate lick on your cheek. Then you locked eyes with a wolf with brown fur on top and white on his belly. You knew the pack had expanded in the months you had been with the Cullens. But, the second your eyes met you felt a pull, the pull that was the kind that mates experienced. You didn’t know it but Seth was explaining the same but with imprinting. So while the chaos was happening around the two of you Seth approached you slowly with only Edward, Bella, Carlisle and Sam notice. You looked at the wolf with apprehension. You were friends with the wolfpack but you haven't met Seth, Leah or Quill. So, as far as you knew Seth could be the one wolf who would hurt you. But as soon he was close enough Seth nuzzled his giant wolf body into your side and for some reason you petted the fur and the more you did the more you felt at ease. But, you felt the chaos and arguing around you and felt angry when you heard one particular sentence from Rose.

“You know what? It doesn't even matter. Y/N cant even be alone in the forest anymore. They’ll be mates in name only. We just won’t let Y/N be anywhere the mutt.” You turned your head to the blonde vampire with a glare that shocked everyone in the clearing. You were not a very angry child. You were quiet and reserved and made sure to not anger anyone as to keep yourself from being abused but now? No one would keep you from seth. Vampire or Wolf.

“You will NOT keep me from my mate. And if you try then I’ll leave with the wolves right now and never return to forks.” You saw Alice and Jasper as well as Emmett glare at Rose. they’d finally got their wish to be parentes any god help anyone who tried to get in the way of that. “Sam feels the same. No one will keep the two apart and if anyone tries they will have to deal with the elders.” Edward translated for Sam and Leah backed down a bit but she was still pissed. After the initial argument it was decided that the Cullens would be allowed onto the Reservation with a guard of at least four wolves at all times. You were happy that you could see Seth whenever you wanted.

The days until the attack passed by with a lot happening. You and Seth got to know each other. Seth adored you and made sure you had ANYTHING you needed. Animal blood? You got it. The best muffins or cookies ever? You had an open invitation to Emily and Sam’s house. Over the few weeks till the attack of the newborn army it was decided that Edward, Bella, Jacob, Seth and you would head up into the mountains to try and hide and with two wolves your and Bella’s scents would be hidden.

You always Loved the snow. And to be in a tent with just you and Seth was special. It was late at night as you leaned into Seth’s warm chest. You were trying to stay awake but failing horribly. ‘Why not let yourself sleep, bud?” Seth asked as he tried to keep the amusement from his voice. “Cuz, If they attack overnight, I wanna help.” You couldn’t see the smile on Seth’s face but just know it was huge. “Bud, if we're attacked I’ll wake you up. I promise.” Somehow this convinced you and it wasn’t long till you fell asleep. Seth held you tight the entire night.

The next day Everyone was on edge as they waited for the battle to end. The tension between Jacob, Edward and Bella was thick enough to cut it with a knife. You and Seth just wanted this to end. Seth visablay flinched when the battle began. you leaned into his fur knowing any touch from you would calm him. And you would always make seth Feel better. It wasn’t long until Riley and Victoria showed up. It all happened so fast that you didn’t realize what had happened until Victoria had you pinned down. You were scared to die this time because you’d be leaving Seth. And that thought gave you a sense of angger that you never had before.

“I should’ve killed you with your no good father.” The redheaded snarled which angered you even more. You pointed your hand at Victoria’s ribs and your eyes glowed gold as you felt the magic pulsed to your hands. This gave you a confidence that you never had and you smirked huge. “Yeah, you probably should have. Now it’s gonna be the death of you.” The shock on Victoria’s face was the greatest reward ever. You see Edward brace himself behind you two and you used your magic to blast Victoria off of you as Seth ran over to you placing himself in front of you and you could hear Jacob ripping Riley to bits. You sent a smile to Seth as he Lowered himself to the ground for you to ride on his back.

The group of you five headed back to the Cullen house and you smiled as Edward ruffled your hair. “You’re very lucky Seth. Y/N is truly magical.” Edward said with a smirk as You, Jacob and Seth groan. You kissed Seth’s wolf forehead. “Bad pun aside, he’s Right Sethie. You're lucky you imprinted on me and I’m lucky you’re my mate.” You said honestly as Seth managed to lick your cheek and you smiled as you fell asleep on Seth's beck and you knew that you would be safe and loved. And your father smiled down on you from whatever afterlife vampires had. And the Cullens would make sure you grew up into someone your father and Seth would be proud of.

#x male! reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #male!reader #twilight x male reader #twilight #twilight x male! reader #male child reader

[palmofafreezinghand]

For your Day Needing Distraction requests, wanna do a scene that's just Carlisle and Esme but set during the saga somewhere?

thank you so much for the prompt @jessicanjpa, sorry this took a lil bit!

Esme tries to appease Carlisle's worries about Edward's new relationship with a story about their own. on ao3 here.

Carlisle fed another log to the crackling fire. Edward had banished his ‘parents’ to Carlisle’s study while Isabella Swan was getting a tour of the family home for the first time, something about not terrifying her too much on the first encounter. 

“It never turns off does it?” Esme asked from her place on the loveseat behind him. 

He furrowed his brow, gaze still focused on the flames. “Do I dare ask for more context?” 

“That little brain of yours,” she sighed. His brain being referred to as little made him look over his shoulder at her. “Whatever in there that makes you constantly picture our gory firey deaths and has convinced you God will never let you be happy.” 

He chuckled lightly, standing and walking slightly slower than a human to the couch. “My father deserves some credit for that.” 

“You’re deflecting,” she rolled her eyes as he lifted her feet off the cushion and took a seat, letting her legs rest across his lap. 

“I was not blessed with your optimism, my love.” 

“Faith is a choice,” she parroted words he had told her decades earlier. 

“Alice saw it. She saw him ki —” 

“Alice wears fishnet tights and paints her eyes like a raccoon. Truly I have no idea why any of us trust her judgement.” 

He gasped theatrically, lightly squeezing her calf. “Did I not hear you just yesterday tell her you admired her makeup?” 

“I said I admired her bravery to experiment. There is a difference.” 

“I see,” he nodded absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the fire. Our gory firey deaths. 

She leaned forward and poked at the crease between his eyebrows. “You’re still worrying. Do you not trust Edward.” 

“I love Edward,” he said instinctively. 

“I don’t believe that’s what I asked.” 

“I…” he took a deep breath, weighing the words in his mind. Thousands of thoughts and yet unable to find the way to begin to voice them. She placed her thumb and index on his chin and softly turned his head to look at her. “I believe he can manage it. But you know how he is. He gets over-confident and stubborn, and people get hurt, and he gets hurt.” 

She smiled. “Who does that remind me of?” 

“I’m not stub— ” he stopped himself before he could deny her claim and in turn prove it. 

She blew air out of her nose. “Did you ever worry about us, when we first started courting?” 

“Always” 

“Me too.” 

“You did?” He frowned, again. 

“Till the moment Edward dragged me down the aisle.” 

“Dragged?” 

“He never told you the story?” 

“There’s a story?”  

“Do you remember our wedding day?” 

He laughed. He remembered every single moment they had spent together in perfect detail, but even without the eidetic memory, he would remember their wedding day. “Vaguely.” 

“You remember how I was late?” 

“For the first and last time in your life, yes.” It had been a source of many quips over the years. 

“That may have been because I completely panicked. I believe I ran as far as Colorado when Edward caught up.” 

“Pardon?” 

“Shush,” she grinned, amused by what had to of been horror on his face, slinging her arms loosely around his neck. “My mind had been racing for hours, imagining every horrible scenario that could happen once we were married. Poor Edward had been listening to this for hours. When Edward finally stopped me he said... 

—— 

“You’re right,” Edward yelled, from the other side of the river, still gauging how he was going to cross. 

Esme dug her heels into the ground, coming to an abrupt halt. “Pardon?” 

“Carlisle could become a monster. You’re right. Marriage may be the worst choice you ever make. You are absolutely correct.” 

“This is not helpful, Edward,” she huffed. 

“I can not promise things won’t go horribly wrong, they could. But… I can promise that if things go right you two will be incredibly happy.” 

“I do not gamble.” 

“Esme, you two deserve happiness more than anyone I know.” 

“We’re the only people you know,” she attempted a smile that failed to reach her eyes. 

“If you truly want to leave, I will personally ensure you never have to worry about a cent, I can make sure Carlisle never contacts you again. But I need to know with absolute certainty you are not throwing away something that could be wonderful simply because you’re frightened.” 

Esme sighed as she sat down clumsily on the river bank. She chewed at the corner of her lip. The rushing water was the only sound made for minutes. 

“What time does your pocket watch say?” Esme finally asked. 

“Ten after eleven.” 

She stood, brushing dirt off her ratty house dress. “I’ll have to get ready quickly, but we can still make it.” 

“Are you positive?” 

“More than I ever have been.” 

—— 

“You left?” Carlisle exclaimed, eyebrows nearly in his hairline. 

“I came back!” 

“Mere hours before our wedding you were halfway across the country,” he muttered. He was no longer looking at her, back to the fire, gory firey death in the form of a lonely groom at the altar. The spiral began. 

“Look at that, you’ve stopped worrying about Edward,” she laughed. 

“No, no, now I’m only worried about our entire marriage.” 

“Carlisle,” she placed her hands on either side of his face, “I love you more than life itself. I am not asking you to be an optimist. I am not asking you to even be positive. I’m asking you to let him have a chance at something wonderful.”  

He closed his eyes in resignation, or at least she thought it was resignation. “Colorado, that’s over a thousand miles.” 

“You’re impossible,” she laughed. 

#sorry this took a lil bit i started something in breaking dawn timeline got 2k deep and changed course #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #my stories

[sethsclearwater]

requests: can a req a seth fic where reader is bella’s sister and they’re both like on the mountain camping w bella during the eclipse battle and the reader gets hurt? love ur fics btw 💕💕 AND can i get a fic where the reader is a vampire and has the power of making a sonic boom (sry if this doesnt make sense lol) and accidentally uses it on herself because she gets distracted by seth or bella during the eclipse battle and he has to take care of her after?

notes: as usual we’re pretending that reader and seth are both 20+ in this. also pretending that the pack and cullens have a good relationship at this point.

warnings: angst???

you sat in the cullen’s living room, surrounded by both the pack and the entire cullen family as you all prepared for the upcoming battle against victoria’s newborn army.

your sister, bella, and her boyfriend were seemingly the root cause of all of this seeing as they were the reason victoria had lost her mate, james. you had very little interest in the whole thing if you were being honest. you had only recently been turned into a vampire and were still adjusting to that and dating a werewolf who happened to be the one and only seth clearwater. 

seth had his arm wrapped around you, allowing you to curl into his chest while you both listened to carlisle and sam discussing the battle plan.

“i was thinking it would be wise to have y/n down on the field with us in case there are more newborns that alice saw in her vision.” carlisle said, everyone nodding in agreement. 

you gnawed at your lower lip subconsciously, slightly nervous about the idea, “i still can’t control it that well. i don’t want to accidentally hurt anyone.” you said referencing your new powers.

shortly after being turned into a vampire you discovered that you had the ability to create a sonic boom “bubble” of sorts with your hand but were still working on controlling it. 

“not gonna lie i do not want to be the one to get hit with that again and i don’t think paul does either.” emmett teased, referencing your mishap a few months back where you had accidentally used your powers on the two of them. the sonic boom left both men completely disoriented for the rest of the day. 

if you were still human you imagined your cheeks would’ve been a bright pink by now. “it was an accident.” you groaned, burying your face in the crook of seth’s arm and seth chuckled, rubbing your arm with his free hand. 

“it definitely didn’t feel like it.” paul added jokingly, both men laughing at your embarrassment over the whole thing, and you let out another groan, mentally trying to come up with any good excuse for the mishap but sam came to your rescue.

“that’s beside the point,” sam noted, shooting both paul and emmett looks for getting off-topic yet again before continuing, “y/n we can practice with it tomorrow some more before the battle so you’ll be ready. i’m sure paul and emmett would be more than happy to be test subjects for you.” 

both paul and emmett exchanged a look at that and seth chuckled softly, “so seth will be with bella and i and the rest of you will be down on the field?” edward confirmed, adding to sam’s attempt to get everyone back on track.

you shook your head, “absolutely not. i’m not leaving him up there.” your grip on seth’s free hand tightened in a weak show of force.

“i’ll be fine.” seth cooed, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head and you looked up at him shaking your head.

“bella why don’t you just stay at home with edward? you’re safer that way and then seth can stay with me.” you turned to your sister who had been relatively quiet this entire time. 

her cheeks heated up and she shook her head, “i’m not leaving him either.” 

“no one is asking you to leave him. edward-” you started and he threw his hands up in defeat, shaking his head. 

“i already tried talking her out of it y/n.” he reasoned and you groaned, turning to seth for assistance who also shrugged.

esme jumped in then, “why don’t we switch out seth with embry then?” she suggested thoughtfully and you nodded while embry let out a loud groan at that suggestion. 

“esme, as much as i appreciate the suggestion, no way.” embry noted, chuckling as you let out another sigh, leaning further into seth.

seth soothingly pressed his lips to your hair again before suggesting to everyone, “why doesn’t she stay with me and edward can send her down if you need her?” 

you nodded, happy to know at least seth was in agreement with you. it was quiet for a moment while everyone pondered the idea before carlisle broke the silence, “i think that would be okay. and you’d stay with edward and bella if she needed to come down?” 

you felt seth nod, “totally.” he noted, squeezing your side comfortingly.

“then i think that’s a fine idea.” carlisle said, everyone nodding in agreement before he smiled and added, “okay so we’ll get packed up to leave tomorrow morning and everyone will meet at the battle site tomorrow afternoon?”

everyone nodded again, happy to have finally come to an agreement. 

… 

the next morning you and seth had met everyone at the battle site. while jacob, edward, and bella sorted out who was going to carry her up the mountain, carlisle and esme helped you practice getting your power under control.

“carlisle there’s no way this is going to be safe.” you groaned, getting frustrated with not being able to get it under control.

carlisle nodded, “i still think it would be useful to have down here. you’ve been able to control the general direction of it which is good. i think as long as you can do that we’ll be fine. just don’t aim it towards any of us.” he noted thoughtfully and you sighed, sitting down next to seth who had been laying on the ground, patiently watching you in his wolf form while you practiced.

seth lifted his head to rest it in your lap and you sighed, running your fingers through his fur in an attempt to soothe your frustrations. “i guess,” you sighed again before adding, “thanks for helping me practice.” you smiled softly at carlisle and esme who both returned the smile. 

“of course sweetheart,” esme cooed, “why don’t we take a break and get the tents set up for tonight? that might help take your mind off things.” 

you nodded, seth and you getting up and following esme and carlisle up the mountain. 

…

by the time that jacob, bella, and edward had gotten up the mountain, you, seth, and the rest of the cullens had finished setting up the campsites for the night. edward and bella had their own tent while the rest of you had set up a larger tent about half a mile away. although it was primarily for the wolves, you and the rest of the cullens (aside from edward) had decided to spend some time in there with them going over last-minute battle plans before getting settled for the night.

while the remaining cullens went out for one last hunt before the battle, the pack got ready to sleep. you had laid down and cuddled up with seth, listening to the pack’s quiet nighttime talks about their theories for how the jacob/bella/edward tent situation was going to go.

seth didn’t seem to be paying much attention, just stroking his fingers through your hair while you soothingly rubbed your hand up and down his chest. “there’s just no way jacob is getting out of that alive. no way.” you heard paul say, everyone, including yourself, laughing softly at the remark.

you pressed a kiss to seth’s chest before peeking up at him, “did i tell you what she told me about their night last night?” you murmured and he smiled down at you, shaking his head. 

“he proposed.” you murmured again and seth’s jaw dropped. 

“he proposed?” he emphasized, slightly louder than you would’ve liked which led to the rest of the pack catching on. 

“edward proposed?” jared nearly screamed and you sat up, loudly shushing him before laughing at the whole ordeal.

“yes he proposed; you can’t tell anyone though!” you emphasized and everyone broke out into laughter, seth pulling you back down to lay on his chest. 

“that makes it so much worse. they’re engaged and edward is watching her cuddle another man?” jared crowed, everyone cracking up over the thought.

paul chimed in then, “there is no way you’re convincing me that man doesn’t have an embarrassment kink. ain’t no other way he’d be letting it slide like that.” 

you were nearly in tears at this point, laughing so hard you had to bury your face into the crook of seth’s arm to muffle your laughter. “alright, alright that’s enough. go to bed before he starts reading your thoughts, idiots.” sam ordered, though you could hear the teasing undertone to his voice. everyone quieted down a few moments later, seth allowing you to curl back up into him before he drifted off a few minutes later.

…

the next morning the wolves had woken up bright and early to find out jacob had, in fact, found out that bella was engaged to edward which led to a very pissed-off jacob, satisfied edward, and stressed out bella. but what else was new?

you thought that was the extent of it so you and seth had made your way over to bella and edward’s campsite to get ready only to see bella kissing jacob about 20 yards away and edward watching. and, although very interesting, you had bigger problems so you and seth got ready for the battle while that trio sorted out their issues.

seth had shifted and you sat with him quietly gossiping about how awful that whole situation was while you waited for the battle to start. 

“y/n the battle just started.” edward alerted you and seth, both of you nodding and getting up, “victoria and riley are nearby - get ready.” 

you pressed a quick kiss to seth’s head before allowing him to duck behind one of the snow-covered hills to hide while you waited for victoria and riley to appear. you stepped over to stand next to your sister while edward stepped forward in a protective manner.

the snow crunching about 20 feet away alerted you to both riley and victoria’s presence. “riley… riley biers right?” edward asked, both of you watching the two of them wearily.

“your parents have been looking for you everywhere.” edward said softly, a stark contrast to his defensive stance he currently held.

riley shook his head, “no they haven’t. my parents are dead. victoria -” riley looked up to her while she remained crouched in the tree above him and she smiled softly down at him.

“they’re dead riley.” she cooed as edward shook his head.

“riley she’s lying to you. they’ve been looking for you everywhere. you haven’t seen the posters? they’re all over forks.” he added before victoria let out a low hiss, looking back down at riley.

she frowned, “i told you, they play mind tricks on you.” you couldn’t tell if she was angry, sad, or what but she was definitely putting you on edge. you put your arm in front of bella protectively.

“if he moves, get back and stay low.” you murmured to her and she nodded, looking from you to riley nervously.

suddenly riley jumped towards you, nearly catching you before seth jumped out from his spot behind the snow hill, biting into riley’s shoulder and dragging him to the side. “you’re never going to get another chance like this, victoria!” edward shouted over riley’s screams.

you pushed bella back, mentally cursing edward for enticing her like that and ran forward to help edward deal with victoria.

unfortunately for the two of you, she was a much better fighter than the two of you anticipated and she had quickly managed to get edward into a headlock.

you could hardly focus with how fast everything was moving. between bella’s and riley’s screams, you weren’t sure where to help out. “just do it y/n!” edward screamed and you knew what he meant.

you needed to use your power. 

you backed up, putting your hands in front of you just as you had practiced, and aimed for victoria’s head. you focused on victoria’s head, the smell of blood overcoming your senses forcing you to turn just as you released. 

instead of hitting victoria, you had hit yourself.

in an instant all your senses were overtaken by the sound of the sonic boom. you couldn’t see, feel, smell, or taste anything other than the sonic boom and fuck, it was painful.

for the first time since becoming a vampire you felt real pain. despite your inability to see anything, everything felt like it was spinning. your ears were ringing loudly, your stomach churned, and you had completely collapsed onto the ground.

“y/n!” you could hear faintly seth yelling but you weren’t sure where his voice was coming from.

“call carlisle.” you could hear edward’s voice too but also couldn’t get a grasp on where it was coming from. 

from seth’s perspective, you were collapsed onto the ground, seemingly unconscious after hitting yourself with your own sonic boom.

despite the fact that you did not need air, you started gasping in air, coughing as you rolled onto your side. you could feel seth’s hand rubbing up and down your side, at least you could feel him.

“you’re okay. you’re okay.” he murmured, continuing to rub your side as you heaved. 

“everything is spinning.” you gasped out, finally able to at least communicate with him. 

“i know, i know. carlisle is coming.” seth cooed as you attempted to push yourself up onto your hands and knees, failing miserably as you collapsed back into seth, still unable to feel much other than the impact of the sonic boom. “shhhh…lay down y/n. you need to calm down.”

you groaned as another wave of nausea washed through you causing you to dry heave and cough again. “i don’t know where you are.” you whimpered, still disoriented, attempting to roll over again but you felt seth’s hand grab your hip, holding you in place.

“‘m right here y/n. promise i‘m right here.” he sounded like he was about 30 feet away from you but the way his hand was rubbing your hip said otherwise. you quite literally had no way to ground yourself.

“just stay still y/n. you’re going to make it worse if you keep moving.” he cooed again, attempting to calm you down and at least try and bring you back to your senses. 

you grabbed onto something, you weren’t sure if it was seth or the ground, squeezing your eyes shut as you attempted to reorient yourself.

you weren’t sure how long it had been, but when you attempted to reopen your eyes, everything was still spinning profusely but you could at least kind of see now. “shhh… there you go. can you see me now?” you could hear seth asking.

you rolled over, getting onto your hands and knees, trying to figure out where he was. you felt his hands cup at your jaw and suddenly he was in front of you. very blurry and spinning, but you knew it was him. 

“not really.” you murmured and you could faintly see him nodding before turning and saying something to someone, you assumed it was edward. 

seth released his grip on your jaw and allowed you to drop your head, attempting to ground yourself by taking deep breaths despite the fact that vampires can’t breathe. you felt his hand gently running up and down your spine as you heaved, centering yourself on the feeling of his touch while you waited to regain your senses.

you closed your eyes again.

when you reopened your eyes, seth was still spinning, blurry, and crouched in front of you but this time carlisle was with him too. the two of them were talking about something but, to be completely honest, it hurt whenever you tried to focus on anything but seth’s touch.

you looked up at seth who mouthed something to you that you couldn’t hear, the ringing in your ears still painfully loud. he allowed you to take a moment before trying again, “there you go babe. are you feeling better?” he asked softly, using the hand that wasn’t rubbing your back to cup your jaw gently. 

you shook your head, whimpering and he nodded, “everything is spinning and it’s ringing.” you murmured and he nodded again.

you focused on his lips, still having a hard time hearing him, “carlisle wants you to lay down, can you do that for me?” he asked softly and you nodded, hoping you heard him correctly. he then helped you lay down and bury your face in his lap while you prayed this would go away quickly.

in between the spinning and ringing, you suddenly made out a loud cracking sound followed by a scream that sounded like one of the wolves. and, in your disoriented state, you had convinced yourself it was seth, despite the fact that he was currently holding you. you immediately rolled off of him, screaming for him and attempting to get up and failing miserably, collapsing back into seth’s arms.

you weakly fought against his grip, still disoriented, before he used the hand that wasn’t holding you up to grip your jaw and force you to look at him, “hey, hey i’m right here. i’m right here. that’s not me, okay?” you whimpered, pressing your hands to his chest, squeezing at the soft fabric of his t-shirt in another futile attempt to ground yourself. 

“i don’t know what’s going on,” you sobbed into his t-shirt, “and i can’t see you.” you sobbed out again. and, although you could still tell it was him despite the spinning around you, you were by no means comfortable.

“i know, i know. i promise i’m right here, we’re gonna get you home in a minute, okay? you just need to lay down right now. you’re making it worse every time you get up.” he cooed, holding you tightly against his chest, waiting for you to nod before he helped you back onto the ground, letting you rest your head in his lap.

you weren’t sure how much time had gone by but soon enough you could hear carlisle talking with seth about how to get you home, “hey,” seth cooed, gently squeezing your hip so you’d open your eyes and look at him. unfortunately for you, the spinning and ringing were still pretty bad but at least he didn’t sound like he was 30 feet away from you. “do you think you can stand?” seth asked softly, hand still stroking your side soothingly.

you nodded, determined to get up despite the spinning in your head. you rolled off of seth’s lap, pushing yourself up to your hands and knees before attempting to stand and almost immediately collapsing into his waiting arms, “you’re okay, you’re okay.” you could hear him murmur soothingly. he held you up, allowing you to lean against his chest, squeezing his shirt tightly as his rubbed his free hand up and down your back.

“there you go,” he cooed softly after he felt you standing a bit more on your own and starting to support some of your weight. “you’re doing great.” he murmured and you felt him press his lips to your hair. 

“do you want to try walking to the car? it’s about 20 feet away.” he asked softly and you looked up, trying to figure out where the car was. although you still were dizzy, it definitely wasn’t as bad as before as you could faintly make out emmett’s black jeep. 

you nodded, slowly releasing your fists’ grip on seth’s t-shirt and leaning into his side before attempting to walk. it took a few seconds but soon enough you were sort of walking. seth had his arm wrapped around you, holding most of your weight up as you attempted to make your way to the jeep.

“hey, hey, wrong way,” seth cooed his grip on your waist tightening as he reoriented you towards the jeep, “it’s this way.” the spinning must’ve been worse than you thought.

after what felt like 10 minutes, you reached the jeep and seth helped you into the back seat and allowed you to lay down in his lap when you got in. “good job.” he murmured, leaning down and pressing his lips to your temple for a soft kiss. 

suddenly you felt a cold hand sliding on your thigh, gently rubbing at your hip, “how are you feeling?” it was rosalie. you opened your eyes, blinking a few times to try and orient yourself again before you made out her figure sitting in the passenger seat and looking back at you. 

“not good.” you murmured before emmett’s booming laugh filled the car followed by the sound of a loud smack as roaslie hit his head. 

“hey!” he almost shouted and you groaned, burying your face in seth’s lap, he quieted down before continuing, “it’s definitely karma for her doing it to me a few months ago.” 

you huffed knowing you couldn’t argue with him, and instead opted to grab at seth’s thigh before you found his hand, lacing your fingers together and squeezing tightly. “we’ll be home in a little bit. just keep your eyes closed. it helps.” emmett said from his spot in the driver’s seat and you nodded, allowing yourself to close your eyes and relax into seth’s lap.

after the seemingly never-ending ride was over, you pulled into the cullen’s driveway and seth helped you out of the car, allowing you to lean into him for support. “good job babe.” he cooed, arm wrapped around your waist as he helped you up the stairs and into the cullen’s house.

“emmett said hot water helped. maybe we should run a bath?” rosalie suggested from her place behind you and you whined, leaning more into seth as he helped support you weight more. 

“that sounds good.” you could hear seth’s soft smile in his voice and you looked up at him to protest but he shook his head, “i’ll come in with you.” he reassured, pressing a kiss to your forehead before helping you up the stairs and into the master bathroom where rosalie had already started running a hot bath for you. 

she smiled when she saw you and you whimpered, leaning off of seth and into her arms, hugging her. although she wasn’t one to show much affection, she did seem to have a soft spot for you from what you could tell. she returned the favor, wrapping her arms around you and helping support your weight, “you’re alright, seth’s gonna help you with the bath, yea?” she asked softly and you nodded, looking up at her. 

“he’s gonna take good care of you, always does.” she reassured, tightening her grip on you momentarily before letting go and allowing seth to take you back into his arms. “i’m gonna get the bedroom set up with emmett for when you’re done. you just let me know if you need me and seth will get me, okay?” she asked softly and you nodded, smiling softly at her before she walked out, closing the door on her way out.

you could feel seth press another kiss to the top of your head, “see? you’re doing great.” seth murmured softly against your hair and you nodded, allowing him to help you sit at the edge of the tub so he could help you get undressed. 

you allowed him to help you out of your clothes before helping you into the tub, the hot water instantly calming you down a bit. you whimpered when you realized he wasn’t with you, looking over at him anxiously, “‘m coming. just gotta get undressed.” he cooed, cupping your jaw and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before stepping back to pull his shirt off. 

once he was undressed, he stepped in so he could sit behind you, allowing you to relax into him. “you’re doing so good babe.” he cooed after a moment, pressing his lips to the crown of your head soothingly.

you nodded, taking in another deep breath, deciding to keep your eyes shut while you relaxed against him. “what happened?” you asked softly, head rested against his bare chest as you intertwined your fingers with his.

“i didn’t see it but edward said bella tried to cut her arm with a rock and that must’ve distracted you. he said you turned and hit yourself instead of victoria on accident.” he cooed, taking your hands and pressing a kiss to them, “you scared me.” he murmured.

“‘m sorry.” you murmured, curling further into him and allowing him to wrap his arms around you and hold you to him. 

“nothing to be sorry for. ‘s not your fault. ‘m just glad you’re okay.” he reassured softly, pressing another kiss to the crown of your head.

you nodded, “what did i hear?” you asked softly, pausing before adding, “afterward i mean. i thought someone hurt you.” you murmured, drawing mindless shapes on his chest with your fingers.

seth nodded, “it was jacob. apparently they didn’t get all the newborns and one came out afterward. leah had it but jacob tried to help her out and the newborn got his arms around him. carlisle is with him now so i don’t know what happened but it didn’t look good.” he explained, giving you a soft squeeze. 

“is he gonna be okay?” you murmured, opening your eyes to peek up at him and he nodded.

“i think so. it didn’t look good but he’s a wolf. should heal pretty quickly.” he reassured, pressing his lips to your hair again.

you nodded, letting out a soft sigh and closing your eyes as you relaxed into his chest. you listened to his heartbeat, allowing the steady thumping to ground you while the two of you relaxed in the tub.

after a while, seth asked, “want me to wash your hair? promise i’ll be gentle.” you smiled, opening your eyes again and nodding.

he helped you shift so you were straddling his lap so you could wash his hair too. you held your hands out, allowing him to squirt some shampoo into your hands before you wove your hands into his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he did the same for you. 

despite your raging headache and pain quite literally everywhere, it was intimate. after washing the conditioner out of his hair and allowing him to reciprocate the action for you, he helped you out of the tub, drying you off before doing the same for himself. 

“rosalie brought you some comfy clothes.” he mused, as he helped you step into your underwear before helping you sit down so he could get the rest of your clothes from the neatly folded pile on the counter. “you want to wear a bra?” he asked softly, smiling at you as he held up the bra in question and you shook your head.

“didn’t think so.” he teased, tossing it to the side before helping you into one of his oversized t-shirts and old pair of sweatpants. after helping you sit back down, he got himself changed into a fresh pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. 

once he finished, you reached out for him from your place on the edge of the tub, both of you smiling as he helped you up, allowing you to lean into his side as you made your way into the master bedroom. he pulled back the covers, helping you into the bed, “i’m just gonna get the brush then i’ll be back, okay?” he asked softly, pressing another kiss to your forehead. 

“okay,” you paused before adding, “i love you.” you murmured, sitting up so you could lean against the headboard. 

he smiled, cupping your jaw in his hand before pressing another soft kiss to your lips, “i love you too.” he cooed, “i’ll be right back.” he smiled before heading back into the bathroom for the hair brush. 

as he stepped out, rosalie and esme came in. “oh honey,” esme cooed, stepping over to you and sitting at the edge of the bed, “how are you feeling?” she asked softly, gently squeezing your thigh through the covers. 

“better. everything hurts and the ringing is still there but i can see you all now.” you murmured and rosalie smiled, stepping over and sitting at the edge of the bed as well so she could stroke through your wet hair.

“that’s good, is seth getting the brush?” roaslie asked softly and you nodded, smiling as seth stepped back in holding the object in question.

“you want the honors?” he teased, handing rosalie the brush when she nodded and coming around foot of the bed so he could climb in with you.

you leaned into rosalie’s touch, allowing her to gently brush through your hair, “carlisle should be coming back to check on you soon.” esme cooed, gently stroking her fingers up and down your leg. 

you nodded, smiling as emmett stepped into the doorframe, leaning against the frame and chuckling when he saw your disheveled state, “hurts like a bitch right?” he teased and you giggled softly, nodding.

“sorry i didn’t believe you.” you mumbled, your smile betraying you and he chucked again.

“‘s fine.” he teased before turning his attention to seth, “you want anything to eat? i was gonna order some food but none of these vamps will eat.” he teased and you rolled your eyes. he always ate human food despite knowing he’d just throw it up later. 

seth grinned and nodded causing both you and emmett to laugh, “‘m sorry. i forget you need to eat.” you said softly, stroking your fingers through seth’s wet hair gently and he smiled, pressing his lips to your collarbone for a soft kiss.

“not your fault.” he cooed before turning his attention back to emmett, “what are we getting? i’m starved.” 

you giggled, allowing rosalie to finish brushing your hair while emmett and seth discussed which type of pizza they were going to get.

shortly after they decided on an extra large cheese pizza, esme, rosalie, and emmett left you two to relax for a while. you laid down, allowing seth to pull you into his chest, holding you against him, “i love you,” he murmured, “so much.” he cooed, kissing your forehead.

“i love you too.” you murmured, allowing him to slide his fingers under your shirt and stroke his fingers up and down your back soothingly. it didn’t take long for him to drift off, clearly exhausted from the overwhelming day. you relaxed into him too, allowing yourself to decompress, finally able to calm yourself down in his arms.

#seth clearwater #seth #clearwater #twilight #tts #twilight imagine #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #bella cullen #jacob black #embry call #jared cameron #sam uley #Quil Ateara #imagine #seth clearwater imagine

[dark-elf-writes]

Okay Stepdad Harry is the funniest thing ever. Harry doing the most intense shovel talk to Edward. The vibes would be so different when Bella comes to forks, because Harry wouldn't allow her to continue playing housemaid to her parents (because she s done that her whole life and damn Harry hates how familiar it is). Harry would aggressively parent off with Carlisle and Esme.

Stepdad Harry would be so powerful okay like Bella knows that her dad is seeing someone. Has heard his voice over her occasional calls with Charlie (more often now than they had been just a few years ago) as he laughs or calls for a “Teddy” or on one occasion is complaining loudly about meddling old men over the sounds of clanging pots. It almost keeps her from moving in with Charlie. She left her mother’s home for the very same reason in the end (why would she go from being a third wheel in Arizona to a third wheel in Washington of all places?) but in the end decides that it would be the lesser evil.

Living with Charlie and Harry is… not what she expected

Harry and Charlie sit her down on her first day in Forks and tell her that she’s fully welcome to help around the house (not the ghost of her childhood home that she had expected but… newer, bigger, cleaner than she had expected for two men and a young child if she’s being honest) if she wants but she isn’t their maid or cook or childcare. Their only expectations really amount to her keeping her room clean, doing as well on her school work as she can, and coming to them if she has any problems. To have expectations at all is.. weird. Settling in is weirder.

Harry doesn’t drive, claims he never learned how. For all he and Teddy technically live next door the two of them are over enough that they might as well live in the house. Harry laughs when she asks about where he went to school in England and says he dropped out of private school to raise Teddy. He never gives her the name. He looks sad enough that she doesn’t ask.

Teddy’s hair looks wildly different every other week. She can’t imagine the time and money Harry must put into their ever shifting styles particularly for a child under ten, but they seem so happy that she doesn’t bring it up. It’s not really her business anyway. That being said they always seem to go through more lightbulbs than she had thought possible. At least one set in the house a month. (She doesn’t realize until later that they always burn out or on one occasion explode right around the full moon)

Charlie seems happier, not at all the quiet man she remembers from her childhood or the distant workaholic her mother made him out to be. He dances with Harry around the kitchen; he puts Teddy on his shoulders to reach the cookie far on the top shelf; he tries, awkward and stifling to speak with her about what books she’s reading and what is happening at school. More than once she comes home to a new edition of one of her favorites on her bed, far nicer than the cracked spines and loose pages of her mass markets on the shelf. Each of them with a note tucked inside the front cover “Love, dad Charlie”. He doesn’t press her to not use his name, even though she can see it hurts him sometimes.

For as weird as her family is Forks itself seems to be full of all sorts of weird things. Including the Cullens and Harry’s weird rivalry with the seemingly normal, if ridiculously young and good looking, town doctor.

#the elf talks #harry potter #twilight #stepdad Harry

[someonexsomeone]

Dear Soulmate

Title: Dear Soulmate

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: Edward Cullen x np!Reader

Summary: Edward has a hard time expressing himself with words, so he turns to music instead.

Authors Note: Day 7!! Told you I would do it!! I had such a hard time writing this because, apperantly, i cannot think of the words that describe the feeling of love that completes you entire being the way Edward thinks about it. I mean...does it work that he can't express himself and neither can i? maybe?

There were many things to love about the vampire life that was bestowed upon Edward. First and foremost, the fear that consumed most of his teenage years was practically nonexistent anymore; it took many years for Carlisle to convince him not to wear his mask anymore when he was around people, and even more to show that Edward wouldn’t ever get sick again, despite every rational part of him denying it. The mindreading was hard to get used to, but it did allow him a unique type of freedom to explore the world without the slow caution that Carlisle and Esme had to. He had more time than he knew what to do with, all the hobbies and dreams he had as a kid suddenly being possible now that sleep wasn’t an issue. He didn’t have to give up as many aspects of his human life as he thought, especially things like his studies or music that reminded him so much of his mother.

His Mother…

With the positives, there was always, naturally, the things that made his life a living hell. The fear of outside forces on him were near eliminated, but going from prey to predator was difficult to handle. Things as simple as handshakes and opening doors became calculated, and the amount of walls and furniture he accidentally destroyed throughout his early years cost Carlisle a fortune to replace. His mindreading nearly broke his mind, especially when they first attempted to move into cities, too many voices swimming through his mind to even hear those speaking aloud. And their thoughts…Carlisle showed him that humanity was worth preserving, worth saving, but there were so many vile people all around, thinking unthinkable things and sometimes going as far as acting on them. He loathes to remember his ‘rebellious phase’, as Esme indeeringly calls it, as, for the first time since turning, he was able to do something about the voices. Even now, as he attributes those murders as the reason he’s able to manipulate his mindreading more like a radio than an onslaught of noise, he shudders at the memory of those final thoughts slowly fading away. 

And, time. He vaguely remembered sitting through his lessons as a human as lamenting the time passing so slowly he thought he would die of boredom. The flash of jealously is not uncommon when he thinks of those very human emotions he once had. The possibility of infinity is beyond what he ever could imagine, and the understanding he would remember every single detail of it drove him mad. Those human memories, those would cease to exist in only a few more years as they faded away, but his vampire memories would never go. And he would never stop making memories, or have things like sleep or becoming comatose as a buffer to slow the onslaught. He was desperate for the first year, writing every memory he could of his human life, especially those of his Mother, who, now, was no more than her favorite Edwardian dress and a silhouette. As he reread his journal over and over, the story became more and more like a novel he plucked from a library shelf, lost in time for a person he didn’t even recognize. He couldn’t attend school or play music, no matter how much he loved it, because the feeling that something or someone was missing ate him alive.

If Esme and Carlisle hadn’t been there to help him through these impossible feelings, he feared he never would have made it out the other side.

He could see how hard it was on his new parents to watch their son suffer at the hands of fate. Carlisle’s forgiveness when he returned burned through his nonbeating heart, and Esme’s relentless kindness balled guilt low in his gut. And, worst of all, he wanted to express his love for them, his thankfulness at their patience with him, but as eloquent as he was, there were never the right words to do it. Edward knew they knew his appreciativeness, but he always wished he could express it beyond his devotion to them.

The first time he sat at the piano after his mind accepted his new life, Edward nearly convulsed at the pure adoration in Esme’s thoughts. His fingers were clumsy, not quite used to the power and dexterity that vampirism brought to every part of his being, but the song was his Mother’s favorite, and his muscle memory was stronger than his recollective memory of her face. Too fast, then too slow, but Esme’s thoughts never faltered from their awe at the notes twinkling from within the wooden piano. Her thoughts made him smile so wide his cheeks ached. They ended up sitting together in the lounge for three days, Edward playing every song he could think of, Esme watching his every move and thinking of only her love of music and her new family. Carlisle liked to joked sometimes that, had he not finally returned home after a long weekend away, the two of them would have remained sitting in the lounge until the building collapsed around them. Though they hadn’t done another musical marathon since, Esme never failed to appear in the room when Edward played, her soothing thoughts weaving in time with the notes.

Then, that Christmas, Edward gifted Esme her very own song. If she could have wept, Edward had no doubt that she would have, instead pulling him into a hug so tight he was worried he would crack apart at the seams. She insisted he played it for her, and he did, everytime she even thought about it. 

From that Christmas on, Edward turned his unspeakable feelings into music. Everyone in his life had their own music journal, filled with notes and keys and rhythms that conveyed every feeling that Edward had ever felt. Esme’s journal was filled with the slow melodies of love, Carlisle’s contained the rhythmic beat of loyalty, and as more people joined their family, so too did their journals get filled with every song he created. Rosalie scoffed at the way her songs commanded attention, though her thoughts always betrayed her pride in being someone’s muse, and Emmett’s randy tunes always made him laugh. When Alice and Jasper joined them, Edward began to experiment in a collection of genre’s to convey Alice’s changing visions, and Jasper’s fluid tangle of emotions. Edward and Jasper grew exceptionally close then, Jasper finally having someone who could relate to his complex understanding of being, constantly assaulted by other’s emotions and not always knowing which were his true feelings, and finally having a way to express that to others in ways words failed him.

Then, there were the secret journals that were for his eyes only. Esme knew, of course, Edward trusted her with every part of his being, but he never dared show the vulnerability within those pages. He composed pieces for every deep feeling he had - resentment, fear, hope, envy, rage, happiness - just to be able to get rid of the knot of emotion that tangled itself inside him. His family was too close, to all knowing, to really keep private things truely private, but he appreciated the effort anyway. Jasper would always be able to tell what emotion he was using while composing, as Alice had the ability to see which piece Edward would start next. Carlisle had a look that, even without reading his mind, Edward knew meant that he knew exactly what each song was. Rose, even, afforded him some privacy, pulling Emmett out the door with her to go shopping when his verses would become too filled with emotion. He allowed her a couple snide remarks about it here and there as a thank you.

The most embarrassing of the collection, though, was the small black embossed one Esme had gifted him many years ago. It was a souvenir from their trip to Paris for one of their many honeymoons, the first time they left Edward alone to fend for himself. The cover was intricately detailed with the Lovers of Peynet, a story of love and peace that Esme fell in love with immediately. It was only fitting, then, that Edward used that journal to write his own complicated feelings of love. He was, after all, surrounded by it all the time.

Esme and Carlisle were so perfect for each other that Edward could never fathom the fact that both had relationships before. Esme’s compassion matched Carlisle’s perfectly, and Carlisle’s thoughts were only ever burning passion for his wife. Alice and Jasper moved with one another like no one else he had seen, adapting without needing to speak to always be there for one another. Jasper never seemed to need his empathy to be attuned to Alice, and Alice, in turn, worked patiently everyday to help Jasper untangle the twisted life he led before meeting her. Even Rose and Emmett worked! Emmett’s unwavering devotion and love for his Rose was unlike anything Edward had seen, rivaling those fake ties he witness between the Volturi in Carlisle’s memories. Rose, as standoffish as she seemed, cared for Emmett so deeply that they didn’t even have to be true mates to love as fiercely as the others. Choice, Destiny, Edward wanted any of it, to hold someone like Carlisle and Esme, to love like Rose and Emmett, to be understood like Alice and Jasper.

The pages of his book were filled endlessly with the different versions of love he both dreamed and attempted, but nothing ever came close to the feeling he got when he watched his family with their true loves. He always left them when the feeling got too much, bolting out the door as soon as Jasper was able to make the connection. In those instances, the only thing he would leave with was the clothes on his back, and the black embossed notebook in his hand.

The pieces, just as his thoughts, were complicated and unfinished. He tried more times than he could count to figure out the notes that most encapsulated his feelings, but it would always come up short. Melodies would stop midway, notes scattered like a puzzle waiting to be put together. More than a few times the notebook would end up thrown across the room, something Edward perfected in order to release some frustration in a human way. 

There was only one song finished in the entire book. The pages were flicked through so frequently that they were warped along the spine, and the ink rewritten so many times the pages were on the edge of ripping right through. Edward revisited this song whenever his thoughts became too repetitive, pretending they were written by someone else just to have something to relate to besides himself. There were no wishes written in the lines, only wonder, hope, at the thought of a mate, a soulmate, really existing out there for him. A vampire, a human, something else? Female, male, neither? What would they look like? How would they react to his mindreading? Who were they?

Edward had only played the song outloud a handful of times. The first was an accident. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn’t realize Esme had come into the room, watching him intently as he wiggled his fingers over the keys in order to play without making a sound. Her abrupt thoughts of curiosity allowed him just enough courage to gently play the piece for her. A passing thought of longing was all Esme had to do for Edward to stop abruptly, jumping from the bench and racing out the room without a word. After that, she didn’t ever push him to play it again, even going as far as chastising herself in her own thoughts when the thought crossed her mind. Edward smiled gratefully at her whenever it happened. The next time they had the house to themselves, Esme was privy to the song in it’s entirety, the melody soft and sweet. Her chin wobbled, and her eyes grew large, the signs Edward had come to associate with Esme crying without being able to. When it was just the two of them, she would often ask for him to play it for her again, and Edward loved her too much to deny her request.

After playing it for everyone but the person it was about, he found it strange, completely unbelievable, that he was now able to play it for the very person he wrote it for. You were sat beside him, awe in your face as his fingers tapped the keys to reveal the melancholic song. You were pressed so closely to him, the lines of your body curving into his. As his arm reached across you body to play the keys on your other side, you absentmindely rested your hand on it, reminding him of the times he took pretty girls for walks in the park during his human years. If he still had a working heart, he knew it would be beating out of his chest, but he didn’t need a heart to feel the sweet of adoration deep inside him whenever he looked at you. 

Even as the original song ended, his fingers continued as if reading from his black book, melodies mixing and unfinished songs melding together to try and show you just a smidge of the emotion swirling inside him. His very own notebook brought to completion as you sat there, switching between watching the way his hand glided elegantly across the keys and his face, which hadn’t taken a moments break from yours. He effortlessly leaned down everytime your eyes met, pressing his lips to yours, stealing your breath from your lungs, and replacing it with the melody of his love. 

A new song was already writing itself out in his mind; a rhythm based entirely around the way you looked at him, eyes wide and lips pouted, and the gratitude to whatever force brought you into his complicated existence. Yes, that would have to do for now. Just until, Edward decided, he could find some other way to express the irrationally wonderful love he had for you.

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#laufeyfest #someonexsomeone #edward cullen imagine #twilight imagine #twilight one shot #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen one shot #edward x reader #edward cullen imagines #twilight imagines

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but. What if EDWARD gets pregnant instead of Bella?

Well.

That is a question, isn't it?

I'll have to think about this.

Let's Do It

Alright, we start in the same place as Breaking Dawn. Bella and Edward have sex >= 2 times, Edward at first is very upset with the physical injuries Bella shows but he's much better from time two onwards.

Two weeks pass by with much tropical delight. Unlike in canon, unless the chicken really was bad, Bella does not suddenly get violently ill. If she does, then it passes after a terrible time with our good friend salmonella.

However, Edward's feeling strange. I imagine Bella's the first to notice as Edward doesn't stare at himself that often. Bella's definitely noticing if Edward's abs are a little less defined than usual.

The thing is...

How does she bring it up?

"Edward, you're bloated?"

"Edward, you kind of have a muffin top there?"

Now, Bella's not the type to gaslight herself, she knows he was ripped before and that now he's a little poofy where he wasn't. And vampire bodies aren't supposed to change, but Edward's not saying anything and... is this just a weird post-vampire sex thing?

Edward is also feeling weird stomach "pains" (he's not sure what to call them as he has no stomach and he's never felt anything like this before, but yes, it is a baby starting to move around in there).

Edward becomes progressively more pregnant and neither Edward nor Bella say anything. Edward has now definitely noticed but is in that stage of illness where one denies this is happening or what this even is because vampires don't get ill and Bella isn't sure that this isn't totally normal.

Edward's just, you know... not fat... but kind of pregnant looking? And eating a lot of animals?

Should she call Carlisle?

Alice I imagine calls at some point as she stops seeing Edward. Now, she may call right away as in canon, or may call later so as to not er be looking in on the honeymoon even though she totally is. In canon, she'd thought Bella had died, here nothing can happen to Edward so... maybe he's just being weird about decisions or ew Jacob showed up.

Edward is also debating calling Carlisle but he's reached the shame portion of an illness where he does not wish to confess to his family that he is seriously ill with something and he has no idea what it is or how it happened.

...

Goddammit.

I think Renesmee is born like a xenomorph on Isle Esme. Luckily, they can piece Edward back together. Unluckily, Bella will still be human by that point and... well... Renesmee may not drink her fill and Bella may survive but be turned.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #bella swan #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #anti bella swan #meta #headcanon #opinion

[panlight]

Let's say that vampirism actually enhances a person's WORST trait (rather than an innate ability or power). What would be each Cullen's enhanced flaw?

I keep trying to answer this and I keep coming back to like, twisting their positive traits into a flaw, so I guess that's where my brain is going with this.

Like, Carlisle. I think if negative things were enhanced we'd end up with someone who is like . . . 'saving' everyone. He knows best, he wants to help, congrats you're a vampire now whether that's something you'd ever have wanted or not. He'd like amass a huge coven much more quickly and before he himself had really beaten the bloodlust/thirst stuff, so either it's just way too many vampires to keep in line and they start killing lots of people, or it really becomes a cult-like sort of thing with his natural ability to draw people to him also being twisted/corrupted. Probably wiped out by the Volturi early on because yikes.

With Edward I guess it would be his judgmental streak? Already in canon he is pretty quick to decide this person is bad based on a few idle thoughts, thoughts this person might actually consider intrusive, or thoughts they would never voice nor act on. He's probably leave on his rebellion much sooner because he would be convinced he'd ridding the world of monsters and Carlisle's like, "he's just like my father." I think whether he can still read minds in this scenario or not wouldn't really make a difference, he'd still appoint himself judge, jury and executioner.

The dark side of ability to love, to me, is possessiveness and jealousy. So an Esme with flaws intensified I see as someone who is very possessive and jealous of those she loves, to a manipulative and unhealthy degree. Lots of guilt-trips and "don't you love me?" and all that. Carlisle probably can't keep a job because she's jealous of the time he spends there; the kids probably don't go to school because she wants them with her, etc.

SM seemed pretty happy to highlight Rosalie's flaws already; her vanity, self-absorption, her rudeness. But I think if her power is beauty than the enhanced flaw has to be related to that too, so either enhanced vanity or maybe she's more like a Heidi type who can lure people in not just with looks but with a little something supernaturally extra. Whether she still abstains from human blood or not, she could still use and manipulate people with that kind of power.

Emmett's competitiveness and impulsiveness could be the enhanced flaws. It would be sort of like James, I'd imagine, constantly compelled to put himself (and his family) in increasing levels of danger. It could also enhance his temper; instead of being kind of playfully competitive, he gets actually violently angry.

I mean Alice, let's be real, already manipulates reality and the people in to her will based on her visions. She does so in an attempt to bring about the 'best' future possible, but it still veers into questionable territory pretty quickly. If her sort of pushiness and desire to know and control everything were enhanced, it would take what is already sort of there in canon and push it all the way into a really dark place where she's pulling the strings and creating a future that solely benefits her and doesn't care one bit about who might be harmed in the process.

Jasper lack of self-control intensified would also be, uh, really bad. I suppose he would have been killed by Maria pretty early on if he was that impossible to rein in, unless he killed her first and then the Volturi would have to step in because there is this out of control killing machine who can't control himself running around. If we stick with his gift being corrupted/turned into a flaw, that charismatic streak that he had could turn into a power to actually make people do things, like mind-control of sorts. I personally don't like mind control powers because the lack of free will really squicks me out, but I can go with something like hypnosis, where like some people are more susceptible than others and you can't really get someone to do something they wouldn't do as themselves. So like he couldn't compel the average person to serve as his Renfield or to murder people on his behalf, but he could find people who were susceptible to the power of suggestion AND who had that darkness already in them and get them to do almost anything.

#asks

[therealvinelle]

What if during the sex session in Isle Esme, after the wedding, Edward severely hurts Bella? Meaby a broken pelvis. What does he do then? Mind you he can't take her to the hospital and if he calls Carlisle, he will insist on turning her. Does he turn Bella or says that she is fine until she dies from internal hemorrhaging because the broken bones have torn the soft tissues?

Oh he would call Carlisle.

Carlisle is the one Edward goes to when he's in doubt or in distress, and crushing your bride's pelvis or otherwise injuring her is as distressing as it's going to get.

Carlisle is warned by a somber Alice, and moments later he gets the dreaded phone call. He gets to tell Edward to turn her if he thinks he can do it, if not then keep her alive until Carlisle gets there.

"We don't need to turn her, humans get new hips all the time!" - Edward.

The funny thing is, I imagine Bella would actually want to recover as a human, insofar it was possible, before being turned. To her, it was meant to be this romantic passing from one life to another, a tender act where Edward chose her. Being miserable, barely conscious and in pain on her honeymoon with Carlisle coming in to most likely bite her...

It's not how she wants vampirism.

Not to mention, if Bella gets turned because Edward hurt her, while making love to her no less, then he will never ever get over it. Bella would realize as much, and also realize that if she wants a sex life (and a functional husband) as a vampire then... she'll have to show him that human Bella recovered just fine from the injury and loved him all the same, no fear here, no sir.

Carlisle arrives to Isle Esme to find Bella tearfully assuring Edward she's staying human.

"Bella, I don't know if you're ever walking-"

"I'M FINE, CARLISLE"

Edward, not about to jeopardize Bella's newfound commitment to staying human, is talking about titanium hip replacements. She can get physical therapy! Years and years of physical therapy.

("Perhaps not years"- Bella)

Carlisle can't even, but he can't turn someone who doesn't want it and it's all he can do to bring her back to Forks and give her a titanium hip. God alone knows how he got his hands on it.

Bella's just beginning her physical therapy (it consists of her doggy paddling in a pool with Edward, it's great) when Alice brings up her birthday party, at which point Bella realizes that, holy shit, she's going to be nineteen in a few days.

"Edward, are you... over it yet? The broken pelvis thing?"

Edward, who has realized that Bella is staying human because she's worried about his mental health, sees an opportunity.

No, Bella.

No, he is not over it.

Going to need six months at least. Maybe longer.

Bella eyes the calendar with dread.

She wants to be a loving wife, a good woman who does anything for Edward.

But...

She also wants to be the same age as her husband. And she’d like to not have to go through physical therapy.

I imagine that her solution ends up being that she must fake her death, make it something unrelated to the pelvic injury! Something that means she'll have to be turned, but it'll be completely unrelated to the pelvic injury and then Edward can be upset with the thing that injured her, and not himself. Brilliant!

She... would go to Alice about this, form a plan with her, except Alice's mind can be read by Edward.

Alice can, however, see that Bella is planning something.

"Look away and think of nothing." - Bella

How to get injured, though?

This soon after major surgery she's wheelchair-bound, if she's getting out of bed at all, which already means that she can't get into a car accident, fall down a staircase, or walk around Port Angeles until something bad happens. Not wanting Edward to blame himself also means she can't choose a death he would think he could have prevented, and she certainly can't let them think suicide or that she was tired of human life (again, she wants Edward to think her number was simply up).

In the end, Bella does the one scheme she can think of that a wheelchair-bound woman can get up to where even Edward can't blame himself.

"Oh no, I was going to get a drink of water but I drank laundry detergent instead! And entire bottle of it :/"

It's very obvious she did it on purpose.

Carlisle bites her and Edward, blaming himself, cries.

#bella swan #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #edward cullen #kleailia

[wastheheart]

Hiding From Me

@divescustos asked: "i'm not supposed to give you any details." (hello & thank you!)

It has felt like nothing more than walking on eggshells since Edward's reappearance. It's not to say Esme isn't ecstatic at his return; while she loves Carlisle unconditionally, the house felt too big for the two of them alone. Edward's presence is like the missing piece of a puzzle— perhaps because it was all she knew when crimson eyes opened in this life.

She has allowed Carlisle and Edward to sort things out between them, but she is hardly blind. Edward's bloody eyes contrast starkly against his skin, merely bringing the red out more profoundly in his hair. Still, she has questions and who can blame her? Yet both of them remain tight lipped.

With Carlisle away at work, Esme fills her day with art so to sate otherwise curious questions. Her efforts border on comical when remembering Edward can hear them regardless if she asks or not.

"Carlisle's orders?" she queries, glancing at him briefly from around a canvas situated on an easel. "I'm hardly a child," she sighs as her brush finds oil paints once more, "and I'm not ignorant either. Red eyes don't leave much for the imagination, I'm sure you can agree."

#divescustos #answered ask #c; edward cullen #v; undetermined #hope this is okay! #if you want something else pls just let me know!

[gisellelx]

Big Dad Energy

I was going to reflect on this anyway this week because the Common Lectionary Year A for Advent 2 (this past Sunday) has Isaiah 11 as the Old Testament reading, which is the "he shall maketh the lion (or wolf) lie down with the lamb" passage. I really thought that was a fun little revelation in Midnight Sun, that Edward was remembering some time with Carlisle when he said that to Bella in his meadow, and I liked the drop of backstory that Carlisle likes wandering into churches and I've been meaning to comment on it basically since MS dropped.

And then I was listening to the latest epi of @threebooksoneplot and they made a comment that just made me shriek in the car which is that does that fact NOT give Carlisle THE BEST dad energy? Like can you imagine? You know there's that thing that your parent can't resist and if you go near one on a family trip you're just all gonna be derailed. Like, the Cullens are traversing the northeast and suddenly the kids realize it's just them. Three hours later, Esme finally shows up.

"Where's Carlisle?

"Your father found a church."

"Oh for the love of God."

"Late seventeenth-century."

"Well he's never coming back."

#I just...I love it #it's such a perfect quirk #honestly at this point I don't expect SMeyer to get Carlisle right #so it's quite amusing when she does #especially when it's something I haven't already thought of #carlisle cullen #midnight sun #vampire dadding