Hi! I was wondering if you could do more poly Cullens? i really enjoy your other ones but its tots fine if not! I really love your work tho 😋✌️
Chronic Illness
(Poly! Cullens x Sick! reader)
'You can't sleep because you're having a sickness flare up. The Cullens know just how to look after you.'
You lay in the oversized bed, staring at the ceiling as another wave of nausea and ache rolled through you. Sleep had been teasing you for hours: close enough to taste, but every time you drifted, your body yanked you back with a spike of discomfort. The blanket felt too heavy; the unnaturally quiet hum of the house (even though you were used to it) only amplified the pounding and swirling thoughts in your head. You tried to tune into Bella’s soft breathing, but nothing stopped the noise of discomfort tonight. You’d just have to get up.
With a soft sigh, you slipped out from beside Bella (with whom you often shared a bed, since you were the only two who slept in the house), careful not to wake her. Your bare feet padded across the cool, wooden floorboards as you made your way downstairs, one hand trailing the banister for balance. The house was dark and still, but you knew better than to think you were truly alone. Halfway down, you heard the faint rustle of movement— or rather, you felt a presence. Jasper appeared at the bottom of the stairs, golden eyes glowing softly in the low light.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked gently, a wave of calm already easing in as he felt his way around the edges of your pain. You shook your head, leaning into him when he offered his arm. “Just… feel like shit tonight,” you scoffed. “What’s new.”
Before Jasper could reply, Carlisle stepped out from the kitchen, a glass of water in one hand and a small pill in the other. “Edward mentioned you were feeling unwell,” he said, eyebrows furrowed with that calm and earnest concern that years’ of bedside manner had taught him. “We weren’t sure when you’d be down, but Alice didn’t think you’d fall asleep.” He swept across the room— something you were mostly used to, but still found slightly unnerving when Carlisle or Esme did it, being the most ‘human’ of the bunch— and pressed the glass into your hands. Slipping the oil into your hands with a firm look, his cool fingers brushed your forehead to check for fever. He hummed in approval, satisfied you weren’t too sick.
As you swallowed the painkiller, Esme emerged from the living room looking mildly concerned, and wrapped a soft throw around your shoulders. “Come sit with us,” she murmured, guiding you toward the wide couch, rubbing soothing circles on your back. Alice was already there, knees pulled to her chest, patting the spot between her and Rosalie, who was playing absentmindedly with her hair— until you stepped in, and her face lit up with adoration.
As you entered, you felt a whoosh of air pass you: Emmett had shot down the stairs with a mountain of pillows from his own bed (rarely used, unless you fell asleep in there), and began arranging them with surprising delicacy on the sofa between the girls. “Can’t have our Princess uncomfortable,” he teased, though his eyes were full of love as he helped you settle. Usually, he’d sweep you off your feet and place you where he wished, but tonight he just hovered nearby, worried you were too delicate for rough housing.
Edward drifted in last: you guessed he had already sensed the specific flavor of your discomfort. “You to blame for all this?” You smiled at him, gesturing to the scene of absolute devotion before you: every member of the Cullen coven strewn across the living room with various items to help you through tonight. “Sorry. You know I can’t help myself,” he smiled coyly. You didn’t reply: you knew he could hear your gratitude without you saying it aloud.
Jasper kept your calm steady while Carlisle adjusted the heating. Surrounded by their quiet voices and gentle touches, the feeling of sickness still lingered, but it no longer felt quite so heavy in the dark. Soon enough, you drifted off under their gazes, warm and loving despite their cool blooded nature.
Poor Jasper. He finds it extremely difficult to be around you, because he feels the animalistic urge to drink you dry. But he wouldn’t do that to you…right?
“Jasper!” You yell as he walks off into the dark forest surrounding the Cullen Estate. “Please come back!” Jasper abruptly turns back to face you as you chase after him. You know he could use his superhuman speed to run away without you being able to catch up if he really wanted to. But he didn’t—he stayed.
All for you.
“Darlin’.” He says, his golden eyes staring intently into yours. Before you met him and his family, you had never seen such a pretty shade of gold. “Please just talk to me.” You pause, coming closer. “What did I do wrong? I’ll change!” You cry. “I promise.” Jasper simply shakes his head. “It wasn’t you, darlin’.” He says in his deep southern drawl.
“You did nothing wrong.”
ROSALIE
She is very standoffish to humans, worrying more for the safety of her and her ‘family’. But with a human mate of her own? Her feelings are very conflicting.
“Rose.” You say, joining her on the Cullen’s outdoor patio. She’s gently leaning against the redwood railing, staring off into the night. “What’s wrong?” You ask, gently hugging her from behind. But she remains unmoving. “You know you can tell me anything.” You smile.
Rosalie just sighs.
“I know what you’re out here to ask.” She pauses, turning around to look you in the eyes. “And the answer is no. I cant.” She turns away from you in one smooth motion. “I cant understand why you want to turn into a monster. I cant bare to see you throw away the life I wanted so badly.” You sigh. “I know, but-”
“It will all be okay in the end. I promise.”
EDWARD
Like we’ve seen from how he treated Bella (especially in the beginning)—he would constantly feel like a monster, and feel the need to resist you.
“Edward.” You call out, seeing him standing ominously in the dark corner of your bedroom. “Can you stay with me tonight?” You ask sweetly. Edward simply takes a few steps closer in response. “I always do.” He breathes out. “In bed? With me?” There’s a pregnant pause as Edward looks you dead in the eyes. His stare intense.
He was scared. Of hurting you.
“Eddie.” You whine. “Please.” Edward just sighs, letting out a breath of air you didn’t even know he was holding. Not that he even needed it. “I cant.” You instantly frown. “I would just make you colder anyways.” He says, stroking your cheek with his cold hand. “Don’t you love me?” You silently plead.
“That’s the problem.”
ESME
Gentle and motherly, but in an overbearing and unsetttling way. She’s sweet—but too sweet. In a sickening way.
You gently sweep up the broken glass from the cabinet Edward had accidentally shoved Bella into earlier—when you suddenly feel cold, gentle arms wrapping around you from behind. Esme. “Why don’t you go join the others? I can clean this.” She smiles. “I’m almost done cleaning this up.” You say, trying to stop her from stepping in.
“I know.” She smiles, taking the broom and dust pan from your hands.
You were never able to deter her from anything. It could be frustrating at times. She, like the rest of the Cullens—treated you like a gentle piece of fine China that could break at the slightest touch—and it hurt. The fact that they all assumed you couldn’t handle yourself. Although, you knew it came from a place of love.
“Thank you.” You say, pressing a kiss on her porcelain cheek.
Platonic yandere Volturi x fem!reader // Platonic Cullens x fem!reader
Warnings — animal death described in detail, Carlisle and Aro are implied to have a shared romantic/sexual history, mentions of polyamory and homosexuality (in case that triggers anyone??)
A/N — Sorry this took a while to write. I had a family member die and then my long distance boyfriend came down to visit for a week so I have been busy!! 😵💫
Word count — 6899
Divider credit — @cursed-carmine
Friday 12 December 2003
Demetri has never liked Washington. Maybe it’s the culture of the people here, or maybe it’s the constant downpour of rain, but either way, he’d much rather be elsewhere. The rain isn’t an issue right now, but the snow is. He hadn’t minded it back in Volterra, where the stuff danced like powder in the air, but here, it acts like an entirely different being.
In fact, it can hardly be called snow, for what falls from the sky isn’t soft and delicate like what he is used to. It pelts down in large, icy chunks and nestles deep within his wet, tangled hair.
Beside him, Alec isn’t faring much better. His charcoal cloak is completely soaked through, making it appear almost black. If it weren’t for the boy’s shockingly white face, he’d completely blend into the night around them.
The pair of them have stopped atop a snowy mound, a few miles out from Forks. Demetri knows how far-reaching Edward Cullen’s mindreading is. They can’t risk detection until Alec decides what their next course of action will be.
“Are you certain she is here?” He asks, so softly that the wind almost immediately steals his words. “I can’t smell a thing — the weather makes it impossible.”
Demetri nods grimly in response. He can’t smell anything either, but then again, he doesn’t need to. Echoes of your presence still linger around the forest like distant memories. He can feel the essence left by your soul as you’ve passed through here, melancholy and fearful, though tinged with a small streak of hope. It’s distinctly you. Demetri trusts his gift more than he trusts anyone else on the guard, and you aren’t at all difficult to track. Finding you was as easy as picking out a swan from a flock of ducks.
“Yes, I am certain [Name] is here.” He replies calmly, squinting against the relentless snow. Through the dark flurry and mass of trees, he can just about make out the edge of the small city.
Alec shifts beside him, brushing off some chunks of ice from his sleeves. Demetri can tell that he isn’t entirely convinced. “Perhaps she only passed through?”
He has to refrain from rolling his eyes at Alec. The boy is his superior, and has served the Volturi for around four centuries longer than he has, yet Alec’s faith in the rest of the guard is still sorely lacking.
Master Aro is far too lenient with the twins. Demetri has held the belief for centuries, though he has never once voiced it. Only Masters Caius and Marcus hold the power to criticise Aro, and even then, they rarely do.
“No, she is still here. She must have come seeking aid from the Olympic coven.” Demetri pauses with a perplexed frown, and then adds, “I don’t understand how she could’ve known to come here. She’s never been in contact with the Cullens before.”
Alec turns his face away as if in shame. For a moment he stays quiet and simply stares out into the darkness, before finally speaking, “After the trial, she asked me why Alma and Joseph had amber eyes, so I explained their diet to her.”
Demetri grits his teeth to stop himself from growling in frustration. Of course this would be Alec’s fault. “And then you told her about the Cullens?”
Alec finally meets his eye, looking slightly offended, “No, only Signor Cullen. [Name] had seen him in some of the paintings Master Aro had commissioned centuries ago. She asked if I had ever met a ‘vegetarian’, as they call themselves, so I told her about him.”
“Dottor Cullen — Carlisle is a doctor now.” Demetri corrects sharply. He immediately notices the irritation that flashes across Alec’s face at the technicality, and wisely decides to change the subject. “Did you not stop to question why she was asking about vampires outside of the Volturi?”
Alec shoots him a glare. His eyes, dark from lack of blood, glitter dangerously in the shallow moonlight. “She was curious, Demetri, that’s all there was to it. Master Aro told us that she likely made the decision to leave after Chelsea shattered her loyalty.”
Demetri remains undeterred. “Even so, [Name] wouldn’t have fled here if you hadn't told her about the Cullens.”
“No, you’re right, she wouldn’t have. Instead, she might have ended up falling into the hands of an even more dangerous coven.” Alec replies coldly, turning back to scowl at the dark expanse before them. “I’m sure the Egyptian coven would love to have her for themselves. At least Master Aro trusts Carlisle, even if only a fraction more than he does Amun.”
Demetri stiffens at the mention of his dominus. That was a personal dig, subtle enough to be passed off as an innocent remark, but Demetri knows it’s anything but. Alec had always regarded himself as superior to him, not just because of his higher rank, but also because he is the progeny of a king.
In human terms, he and Jane would be the closest things Aro has to heirs. Or, they would be, if you hadn't come along. An heir created not from shared venom, but a deep rooted devotion felt by all three of the masters.
And strangely, that has never seemed to bother the twins. Perhaps because no one, not even Aro, knows which vampire turned you. You’re a mystery, an enigma — an abandoned fledgling just waiting to be claimed. You have no natural master.
But Demetri does. Despite his disdain for Amun, the bond still remains unbroken, festering like an old wound that refuses to heal. Alec’s disregard for Demetri’s dominus brings to life a flicker of protectiveness, which he firmly ignores. He holds no concern for Amun — Chelsea promised him that all loyalty to his old master is gone. So why does he care?
Perhaps it isn’t that he cares, but that the idea of Amun having you all to himself is utterly repulsive. Demetri realises with a sudden startling discomfort that if Amun did have you, then he would rejoin the Egyptian coven without hesitation.
“Well, she’s clearly not with Amun, she’s here.” He says briskly, “Let’s just go to the Cullens and order them to hand her over. Carlisle is reasonable — he’ll comply.”
Alec turns back to look at him sharply, “Do not forget your place, Demetri. You are here to follow my command without question, not offer up ideas of your own.”
Demetri rolls his shoulders as if preparing to fight. His eyes burn into the faint buildings in the distance, where he knows you’re hiding from them. So close, just a few meagre miles away, and yet Alec still insists on waiting here. “I thought we shared the view that [Name] needs to be brought back immediately. That is why we’re here, no?”
He finally meets Alec’s piercing gaze. The boy’s face is difficult to read, but it’s clear that he’s unhappy. Perhaps not at Demetri this time, but at the situation they face. Does he care so much about Carlisle’s opinion that demanding they hand you over causes him distress? Or is it you he’s worried about upsetting?
“Yes,” Alec finally replies, his expression hardening with a sudden decisiveness, “but that was before we knew that she had sought refuge with the Cullens. We must return to Volterra and report this to the masters.”
Demetri’s gloved fingers curl into his palms, pressing against his firm, unforgiving flesh. He can feel his whole body itching to disobey Alec. Every christalised cell that makes up his being aches with a burning desire to hunt you down, even stronger than the constant, scorching need for blood.
“We were ordered to bring [Name] home.” Demetri reminds him frostily. “Master Caius will be furious if we do not comply, regardless of your judgment.”
Alec scoffs, “Don’t hide behind such a weak excuse. We both know this has nothing to do with Master Caius.”
Demetri narrows his eyes impatiently. This conversation is a waste of time, and Alec is only prolonging it by lecturing him. “If it is my honest opinion you desire, then fine. I do not fear punishment from any of our masters. If offending the Cullens warrants a negative consequence, then I will take that in my stead. As long as [Name] is safely returned to Volterra, I do not care what is done to me, as no torture will ever rival the terror that seizes my heart every second she is not with us.”
Alec stares at him through the relentless snowfall for a moment, as if Demetri’s speech has stunned him into silence. For a second, his eyes flicker with what could perhaps be mistaken for understanding, but then his expression hardens and the boy shakes his head. “Carlisle won’t let harm come to her, Demetri. We shall return to Volterra without disturbing his coven.”
“Why are you so concerned with the Cullens?” Demetri fires back, taking an antagonistic step closer to Alec. A few white flakes fall from his hair as he moves, one landing on his lip and the rest clinging to his fur lined cape. Without breaking eye contact with the other guard, he brushes his knuckles across his mouth and scowls.
“Why are they more important to you than [Name] is? I thought you considered her your sister. Gods — she might as well be your broodmate, yet you still fret more for Carlisle than you do her!”
Alec finally snaps back at him, “I will not sabotage Master Aro’s plans. He wants Carlisle’s boy to join the guard, so we are under strict orders to maintain good relations with the whole coven. Until we speak to Master Aro directly, we will not make contact with any of them.”
Demetri groans in frustration and runs his fingers through his wet, spiky hair. “You’re prioritising Edward Cullen’s potential future with us over [Name]’s safety.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Alec growls, turning his back on the distant city. Demetri watches as he crosses his arms over his chest and stares darkly at the forest from which they came. “I want to bring her back just as much as you do, but let’s not lie to ourselves. She is perfectly safe here with them.”
Demetri hisses through his teeth. “You can’t know that for certain! Anything could happen, Alec.”
He can already feel his thoughts beginning to spiral. Images of you being torn apart by vicious rogues flash through his mind. What if the Romanians discover you’ve fled from the Volturi? Would they kill you? Turn you against your family? Demetri knows how easy you are to manipulate. Too young, too trusting. Such qualities are endearing, but they make him constantly fear for your safety.
How could he not?
How could Alec not?
“If anything were to happen,” Alec begins, his tone laced with impatience, “then [Name] is perfectly capable of looking after herself. Your job isn’t to protect her, Demetri, she can do that herself. All you need to do is track her down — which you have done adequately, so stop fussing.”
Demetri glares at him, but doesn’t argue any further. He’s served the Volturi for so long now that disobeying a direct order from a superior doesn’t even occur to him as an option. To go against Alec’s word would be to go against his own nature. It would be a betrayal of the many lifetimes of service he has dedicated to his masters.
The irritation on Demetri’s face relaxes into something more subdued. He sighs in defeat, trying to ignore the aching need to follow your tenors, and then replies, “There is nothing I can say to make you consider the alternative?”
“No.” Alec answers without hesitation. “Nothing at all. This is a matter that should be brought to the kings.”
It seems like a waste of time to Demetri, for he already knows what they will say. Master Aro is the only one of the three who may actually agree with Alec’s initial judgment that for now you will be safe with the Olympic coven. Neither Masters Caius nor Marcus will likely care about maintaining a cordial relationship with them.
There must be more to Master Aro’s history with Carlisle than Demetri knows; a history that Alec would, by default, be more privy to than him.
Something personal, perhaps.
Demetri isn’t blind, nor is he stupid. He had sensed the strange tension that lingered between his master and their distinguished guest all those centuries ago, but never assumed it transcended physical desire.
To vampires, polyamory isn’t the same unspeakable taboo it is among many mortal communities, and neither is homosexuality. No one had batted an eye at whatever was going on between Master Aro and Carlisle, despite Aro having a mate. Of course, they had been subtle, but there was really no need when the only witnesses were the guards, who would never think to disapprove of their master’s private business.
Demetri had been a witness, but perhaps not to everything. Whatever bond Alec seems to believe still exists between Master Aro and Carlisle cannot be good, especially if it may cloud his judgment.
“You don’t worry that Master Aro’s feeling for Carlisle could… affect his decision?” Demetri asks cautiously, trying to keep his voice as inoffensive as possible.
Alec eyes him suspiciously, “Are you doubting our master’s ability to rule?”
Demetri hesitates, choosing his next words carefully. Alec is close enough to Aro to be able to theoretically influence decisions if he desired to, but he could just as easily rat out any perceived disobedience. “Of course not. All I am suggesting is that I am concerned that his priorities may not lie completely with [Name].”
Alec’s brows furrow as he listens, but he doesn’t interpret, so Demetri takes that as a sign to continue. “You were given the authority to make decisions for this mission. I know you want her home just as much as I do, so why not take her back now? You have the freedom to act as you see fit, why are you making decisions according to Aro’s vision of the future?”
Alec’s face turns incredulous. “He is my dominus, my objectives should always be aligned with his.”
“Even if his objectives jeopardise [Name]’s safety?” Demetri challenges, no longer able to keep the desperation out of his voice.
“They won’t.” Alec replies firmly. “Now I suggest you stop arguing with me, or I’ll have to report you to the masters for insubordination.”
Demetri grinds his teeth together to stop himself from retorting back. He knows that Alec isn’t one to make empty threats, so it would do him good to heed the warning.
“Forgive me, Alec, it would be inconsiderate to drag them into such a minor dispute. I shouldn’t have let my personal feelings interfere with our task.”
After a few seconds of heavy silence, the boy’s posture relaxes a fraction and he nods to himself, clearly pleased with Demetri’s submission. Alec doesn’t acknowledge the apology, which is to be expected, but he doesn’t repeat the threat either. “We’ll leave now then, before any of the Cullens notice our presence.”
Demetri responds with a brisk, wordless nod. The sooner they return to Volterra the better. He can admit that, even if he still doesn’t agree that this is the best course of action.
After casting a final, longing look back at Forks, Demetri turns around and starts to run. His feet barely touch the thick blanket of snow beneath him, leaving no print and making no sound as he forces himself to leave you. He doesn’t check to make sure Alec is following, for fear that even a quick glance will be enough to send him running back to that mound. Back to where your distant presence feels strongest.
No, he will return to Volterra. He will follow orders as he has been trained, even if it makes his whole chest ache with something that feels uncomfortably close to human pain. For now, he will leave you be.
Wednesday 28 January 2004
The air around you quivers with every quiet heartbeat of the prey you stalk. It vibrates through the silent forest, occasionally interrupted by the soft crunch of snow beneath hooves. You’ve been tailing the doe for a few minutes now, watching the way each individual hair bristles in the wind, admiring the plethora of browns that would go unnoticed by a human eye. It’s a shame you’ll have to kill such a beautiful creature — something so pure and free from sin.
The Cullens frown upon your former diet, as if their own doesn’t directly contradict the nature of your species, as if killing an animal is any different from killing a human. At least animals aren’t capable of the same cruelty man is.
You exhale softly through your nose, trying to focus on the task at hand. Carlisle will be disappointed if you return without having fed, and despite what you keep trying to tell yourself, you can’t stand disappointing anyone. Not even this strange coven of ‘vegetarians’, as they call themselves.
The doe wanders slightly closer to where you’re hidden, crouched in a snowy ditch beneath a few naked branches. Her nose twitches, but she still shows no sign of noticing your presence. It’s almost sad how defenceless she is, how utterly unprepared she is for your attack. How many predators has she evaded to survive up until this point? Many, you’re sure. Her species have perfected the art of fleeing, yet all those millions of years of evolution will amount to nothing when faced with a vampire.
It’s cruel, really.
A faint, bleating squeal sounds in the distance, a few miles away, you think. One of the others has made their kill — that’s probably a good indication that you should too.
With a quiet grunt, you slowly emerge from the ditch, locking eyes with the doe. She stares back at you for a moment, frozen, and then bolts. You watch with rapt attention as she darts eloquently through the snow, moving with eerie grace.
As soon as the last flash of brown fur disappears behind a cluster of fir trees, you begin your pursuit. It takes less than a second to reach the doe, but you don’t immediately go for the kill. Instead, you carefully lunge from the side, wrapping your arms around her midsection and sending the two of you tumbling to the ground.
The doe screams and bucks beneath you, though not from pain. You made sure to cushion the fall and avoided landing on any delicate limbs. She’s just scared, as all animals are of vampires. It’s strange, considering most members of your kind wouldn’t even think to feed from anything other than a human.
Animals just aren’t the same. They aren’t rich or sweet; their blood tastes like dirt — earthy and bitter. If it weren’t for the scorching pain in your throat, you certainly wouldn’t have the appetite for a deer. To kill one now feels like a waste, but you know that if you don’t, it’ll be a human you prey on instead.
And that can’t, under any circumstances, happen. Not if you want to stay with the Cullens.
Fighting back your disgust, you dip down and sink your teeth into the warm fur, feeling the struggling beneath your increase as the animal’s panic worsens. Her blood rushes into your mouth, soothing the ache in your throat. It tastes unpleasant, like raw foliage, but right now you don’t care. The rapid pounding of the doe’s heart spurs you to continue, awakening the predator within, and you become completely absorbed in the draining of both blood and life from your prey.
Only when the fur starts to cool and the blood pressure drops, do you finally pull back. You can feel the warm liquid already starting to stick to your mouth and chin. Thin wisps of steam rise from the corpse and a few crimson droplets drip onto the snow.
Caius would be furious if he saw the mess.
The thought of your old master makes you frown. It’s been more than a month since you fled the Volturi, and yet they still consume your every thought, still dictate the way you feed, act and speak.
You are a guard, a soldier, and being here with the Cullens hasn’t erased that the way you thought it would. Your time within the guard has made the outside world feel strange and foreign. It has twisted your sense of community — of family — into something only the Volturi can provide.
Aro must have done that on purpose.
Perhaps that is why you still haven’t had any word from your former coven; they know how lost you are without them. Aro thinks you’ll come crawling back, begging for forgiveness as if what you’ve done is comparable to all of the atrocities they have committed themselves.
He doesn’t deserve the satisfaction.
You grimace, and then stiffen as the wind picks up and blows a familiar scent closer — Jasper. Without even meaning to, you let out a low growl and turn around to glare at where he’s standing a few metres away, lips red and eyes a bright, glowing amber. He raises his hands placatingly and takes a few, cautious steps closer.
“It’s only me,” Jasper murmurs, looking between you and the dead doe. “Feeling better now?”
You open your mouth to answer, only for an unexpected sense of calm to wash over you, masking the primordial need to defend your kill. You want to snap at him for using his gift on you, still wary after Chelsea’s betrayal, but it’s impossible to muster up enough anger to even care.
“I suppose so,” you answer begrudgingly, “though I can’t say that I enjoy the taste of deer.”
He laughs softly, seemingly more at ease now that you aren’t showing any signs of aggression. “Can’t say that I do either. Maybe next time you and I can go hunt some wolves instead.”
Your lips quirk into a slight smile. Jasper is your usual hunting partner, so he knows exactly which animals you find more… tolerable to feed on. “That would certainly be preferable to another deer.”
“Most creatures are preferable to deer,” he agrees, moving closer to where you’re crouched over your meal. There’s a beat of silence as he looks you up and down, taking in the drying blood that paints your maw and stains the collar of your shirt. You’re certainly a sight to behold, practically feral in both your stance and state. Any human that might be unfortunate enough to stray this far into the wilderness would be in for a shock.
You clear your throat and stand up, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I believe I heard a goat earlier — was that yours?”
Jasper’s face scrunches with disgust and he quickly shakes his head. “I’d rather feed from a rat. It must’ve been Carlisle’s kill you heard.”
You hum quietly in amusement and dip your head, trying to hide your growing smile. The kings were always strict about appearances, you were never to show emotion during trials, so expressing joy so freely now feels wrong. In fact, even just experiencing the emotion itself doesn’t feel right. You’re supposed to look down on all other vampires, for they are inferior to the Volturi, yet the Cullens, for the most part, seem remarkably similar to you. Then again, you don’t consider yourself to be part of the Volturi anymore, so perhaps that is why.
“Where is Carlisle?” You wonder, glancing around the forest. “Has he gone back with the others?”
“Ah, no.” Jasper replies, straightening up. He swings his head back in the direction he came, blonde locks dancing like tassels with the movement. “That’s why I came for you. Carlisle wants a word.”
You stiffen, the smile instantly dropping from your face. “Have I upset him?”
“Upset him?” Jasper looks back at you wryly, “No, I doubt it. Think he just wants to talk without the rest of us eavesdropping.”
The tension in your body eases slightly, though your face remains stern. “You mean without Edward eavesdropping.”
Jasper’s head tilts in mock contemplation, “Does it count as eavesdropping if he isn’t using his ears?”
You scoff quietly and walk over to him, trying to wipe away some of the blood that sticks to your skin. It’s become flaky and dry now, chilled by the winter breeze. You’ll have to have a shower when you return to the Cullens’ home.
Your home.
“I suppose not, though the principle remains.”
“I guess it does,” Jasper muses, his lips twitching into a strange smile, “You know he can’t control it, though. His gift doesn’t work the same way yours does.”
You avert your eyes with a guilty sigh, suddenly very interested in the glistening snow at your feet. Even after six weeks here in Forks, you’re still struggling with Edward’s mind reading. Knowing that he can hear your every thought feels just as violating as knowing that Aro can access every single one of your memories, and no doubt will when you next see him.
Whenever that may be.
“I know. I don’t mean to be standoffish towards him, but it’s difficult for me. His gift is so similar to Aro’s…”
Jasper rests a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Edward is nothing like Aro.”
You grimace and nod. He’s right — you know that, but it doesn’t change the way you feel. Every person you meet and every thing you do reminds you of your time with the Volturi. “Yes, I know. I’m just constantly worried I’ll think the wrong thing.”
He smiles down at you sadly. “There’s no such thing. Your thoughts are your own, you can think whatever you want.”
Somehow, you don’t find that entirely believable. Every day since arriving in Forks, you’ve been terrified that they’ll cast you out of their home. You still think about your old family often, more than someone in your position should. What’s stopping Carlisle from handing you right back to Aro? They’re friends, aren’t they?
Don’t friends help each other out?
Jasper’s hand leaves your shoulder and he takes a respectful step back. “I’ll see you at home then. Do you know how to get to Hoh Lake from here? I think that’s where Carlisle is waiting for you.”
“Yes, Esme took me there a couple of weeks ago,” you confirm with a slight incline of your head. “It’s a few miles south from here, isn’t it?”
Jasper hums, pointing towards a cluster of tall firs a few hundred feet away, “Yeah, over in that direction. You’ll catch his scent soon enough, and then he’ll be easy to pinpoint.”
You nod in thanks before swiftly making your leave. The sensation of Jasper’s eyes burning into you doesn’t go away until you’ve travelled at least a mile. He’s watching you, but why? The thought makes your skin prick with unease, but you try to brush it off. Jasper has always been an unsettling presence, which is probably why he uses his gift on you so often. It’s already beginning to wear off, and you can feel yourself growing anxious as you get closer to Hoh Lake.
It only takes around ten minutes of running through mountainous terrain to find Carlisle waiting for you at the lakeshore. The wind is blowing towards you, so he doesn’t immediately catch your scent, however the sound of your boots racing across frozen snow soon alerts him of your arrival.
Within seconds you’re standing beside him just before the frozen water, staring ahead so as to avoid eye contact. From your peripheral vision, you can see that Carlisle’s posture is relaxed: arms at his sides and face sporting a mild expression. He doesn’t seem upset with you, so why bother summoning you so far out in the wilderness?
“There’s no need to be so skittish — you aren’t in any trouble.” He finally says in a gentle voice.
You glance up at him, and then back at the lake, uncomfortable with how easily he read your mood. “I’m not skittish, I’m just… confused as to why you’d want to speak here, away from all the others.”
Carlisle stays silent for a moment before replying. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to make you anxious. I suppose I forget your past, you’ve settled in so well—”
“I’m not anxious.” You interrupt sharply, shooting him a glare. “I served the Volturi for over a decade, I don’t fear anything or anyone.”
Carlisle’s expression falters for a fraction of a second. “Sorry, that’s not what I was implying. I only mean that this sort of meeting probably wouldn’t usually be indicative of good news in the Volturi, would it?”
You shrug uncomfortably — an old habit you’ve forced yourself to pick back up after years of ‘proper’ mannerisms. The surge of defensiveness you feel towards your old coven is an unwelcome surprise. “Not necessarily. Perhaps for the lower guards, that might be true, but the kings favoured me. If I hadn’t done anything inherently wrong, then I’d have nothing to fear. Oftentimes I’d be summoned merely to keep one of them company.”
The snow crunches as Carlisle shuffles close enough to gently pat your back. It feels unnatural, like he hasn’t yet discovered what works to soothe you and what doesn’t. “Well, you haven’t done anything to get yourself into trouble, and even if you had, I’m not some evil dictator, [Name].” His lips quirk into a smile, as if his own words amuse him. “If you’ve made a mistake, then I — and the rest of the coven — completely understand that. With that being said, I’m not sure you have made a mistake, so there’s nothing to be concerned about.”
You shift your weight between your feet impatiently. Not only does he obviously not understand your worries, but he also still hasn’t revealed what the two of you are doing here. “Yes, but… my thoughts. Edward can hear them and sometimes I worry I’m not thinking the way I should.”
“There’s no right way of thinking,” Carlisle replies softly. His hand, which still lingers against your back, begins to rub circles into the fabric of your shirt. He’s trying to soothe you the way someone would a child. The action should irritate you, but strangely it reminds you of home. Or, what was your home. “You served the Volturi for many years, so it’s completely natural to still be on high alert. All that training won’t just disappear within a few weeks.”
You groan and tug at the roots of your hair in frustration — the unfairness of your existence finally settling in. Why did it have to be you? Why was it you who survived the vampire attack? Why was it you who stumbled across Victor’s coven? Why was it you who Aro set his sights on, and you who realised Chelsea’s manipulation?
“They’ve ruined me.” You hiss through gritted teeth. “I shouldn’t be like this. They trained me like a dog, so that I can only find purpose and comfort serving them.”
“You’re not ruined,” Carlisle says firmly. His hand retreats from your back and he turns to face you with a serious expression. “Your past doesn’t dictate your present, you don’t have to be what they created.”
“I don’t know how to be anything other than a soldier,” you admit quietly. “It’s been so long since I’ve had this much freedom. Even before the Volturi, I still had a duty to my old coven. I don’t— I don’t feel that way here.”
Carlisle’s solemnity doesn’t change. He listens raptly to your confession, as if your words themselves hold divine weight, and then gently cups your face. “I understand, you feel restless, don’t you? That’s why I wanted to speak to you alone, without the others listening in.”
He smiles fondly at the thought of his progenies, though stops when you don’t share the sentiment. “I know you haven’t been with us for very long, but I think it would do you good to attend high school with the others.”
It takes a second for Carlisle’s words to register. He can’t surely mean that. Attend school? Exist among the very creatures you’ve been slaughtering for the past fifty years? The thought almost makes you laugh. What a foolish suggestion! He might as well encourage you to stand on a stage and announce to the whole town that you’re a creature of the night — that you consume blood as they do water and exist as a being that defies what every human believes to be true.
But the way Carlisle stares down at you suggests otherwise. The astronomical trust lingering in his golden eyes reveals that he genuinely believes it to be a good idea.
“Um, I’m not sure,” you reply carefully, stepping back so that his hands fall from your face. “I’m not great at controlling myself around blood, and I’m worried that all of the smells and lights will overwhelm me.”
His lips slide into a sympathetic smile, “I’ve considered that. Alice and Edward are currently posing as sophomores, so I can speak to the school and see if we can get you put into their grade. That way they can keep an eye on you and make sure no accidents happen.”
You scratch the back of your neck with a confused frown, “How old are sophomores supposed to be? I don’t exactly look the same age as those two.”
Carlisle laughs quietly. “Sophomores are typically fifteen or sixteen years old, so you’ll look a little younger than the rest, but I can tell them that you’re exceptionally bright for your age and would benefit from being put in a higher grade.”
His enthusiasm for the idea makes it near impossible to disagree, so you have to be careful with your words. “I haven’t been in education since I was a human, and even then, I believe I dropped out early. The teachers there won’t believe that I’m ’bright for my age’ if I don’t know any of what they’re teaching me.”
“You and I both know that won’t be a problem.” Carlisle’s voice turns slightly condescending now, and you can’t help but feel as though you’re being spoken to like a child. “It won’t take long to catch up, and I’m sure you have a good foundation of knowledge already. The Volturi have always valued science and art, were you given any lessons? I’m sure Aro would’ve taken great pleasure in teaching you.”
A quiet scoff slips from your lips, earning you a confused frown from Carlisle.
“You speak of him as if you’re still friends.”
He grimaces and shoves his hands into his pockets. “I… Well, Aro was hospitable to me when I resided with his coven. I don’t agree with what he did to you, but I can still appreciate certain aspects of his character.”
“Like what?” You challenge quietly, “What do you actually like about him? He’s a tyrant and a snake. I thought you of all people would be smart enough to see that.”
Carlisle just stares down at you with a pitying expression, “He means well, he just has an unconventional way of doing things.”
“Unconventional?” You gawk, “I’d say murdering my previous coven for personal gain is a little more than just ‘unconventional’. And then on top of that, he had Chelsea scramble my brain so that I’d be blindly loyal to the very people who stole my life away from me!”
Carlisle’s brows furrow and his body shifts to the left, as if pushed by the unobstructed alpine wind. “You see things in black and white. Aro may have wronged you, but his existence is imperative for the stability of our kind. The Volturi may be flawed in many ways, but they are a necessary force.”
“What he did was entirely unnecessary,” you snap back. “They didn’t need my gift — Aro just saw me as a shiny new toy to play with. He takes whatever he wants because he believes, as a self-appointed king, that he has the right to. He’s not serving some ‘greater good’, he’s just fulfilling his own selfish desires.”
Carlisle sighs deeply, a troubled look crossing his face. His golden eyes seem to glisten with venom, though you’re certain that he isn’t crying. He can’t be, it must be a trick of the light.
“I’m sorry, [Name]. You’re right, I may consider him a friend, but what he and his brothers did to you is inexcusable.”
The apology comes as a surprise, so much so that you don’t immediately know what to say in response. Stranger still, Carlisle appears to be genuinely remorseful, an emotion rarely seen from the vampires of your past. You aren’t sure how to approach the situation.
“I— I just don’t understand why you consider him a friend, knowing everything that you do. He hides his true nature behind false smiles and meaningless words, surely you are able to see through that!”
“I am,” Carlisle admits, “but you must understand, it isn’t as simple as that. The Volturi were the first civilised vampires I met, and they gave me a home for twenty years. Aro was a… stimulating companion. He was, and still is, unlike anyone I have ever met before.”
Carlisle pauses, as if in search of how to explain himself most clearly. “I value him as an old friend who provided me sanctuary and knowledge when I was at my most vulnerable. It pains me to see him commit acts of cruelty after showing such kindness to me, though unfortunately I find that, despite my own morals, I cannot help but value the connection we have.”
You feel yourself deflate slightly, your previous anger reducing to a quieter confusion. “But you know what Chelsea is capable of. Aren’t you worried that this ‘connection’ you speak so highly of is merely a fabrication?”
Carlisle seems oddly surprised by the question, as if he hadn’t expected your thoughts to move in the direction they have. “I’m not gifted,” he reminds you gently, “Aro has no need to force any kind of friendship or camaraderie between us. Perhaps if we had met at a later time, after I had turned Edward, things may have been different.”
The casual way he speaks about Aro desiring Edward’s gift makes you grimace. “You seem strangely at peace with the knowledge that he might do to your coven what he did to mine in order to obtain your own progeny. I thought you considered Edward a son. Would you give him up if push comes to shove, or would you stand by and allow him to slaughter the grade of your coven?”
“We are not a coven,” Carlisle replies firmly, “we are a family. And I like to think that he would not do that.”
“Well, I’ve seen him do it first hand,” you argue back, “we both know what he’s capable of. All I’m saying is that you should be more careful about who you decide to befriend.”
Carlisle’s brows knit together into what would be a frown, if it weren’t for the close-lipped smile he bears. You aren’t sure what emotion he is trying to convey, but it probably isn’t a positive one.
“I appreciate your concern. It pleases me to see that you care enough to worry about our wellbeing, but you have nothing to fear. Despite the pain he has caused you, Aro isn’t the heartless monster you believe him to be. No one is entirely good or bad, and our actions are just as significant as our motives behind them.”
Carlisle’s insistence on defending Aro is alarming, to say the least, but by now you’ve given up trying to change his mind. Either he has a frighteningly distorted view on what kind of a person Aro is, or he simply doesn’t care that the man is a power-hungry tyrant. You can’t decide which would be worse.
“We’ve gotten quite off topic here, haven’t we?” Carlisle suddenly says with a light chuckle. It’s clearly forced, but you can appreciate the effort.
“Yeah, I guess we have.”
“How about we go home, then?” He suggests in a much gentler tone than before. “We can discuss the finer details of your enrolment with the others, to make sure that everyone’s on the same page.”
You wrap your arms around your midsection and glance down at the dark, fur-lined boots Alice bought you last week. The Cullens have been very kind to you, all things considered, so you aren’t in much of a position to deny Carlisle’s wishes. All the same though, spending seven hours in a building that’s swarming with humans doesn’t sound like a particularly good idea.
“Are you sure this is wise? I mean… anything could happen, I don’t want to mess up the life you’ve built for yourselves here.”
Carlisle removes a hand from his pocket to give your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You have more control than you give yourself credit for, and the others will be there in case of an emergency. I really do think this will be good for you, [Name]. It’ll give you the purpose you’ve been missing since leaving the Volturi and you’ll finally have the chance to live a somewhat normal life. Don’t you see? You can be human again.”
Imagine you wake up in Twilight as a random side character. (Part 1)
Nullification!reader Human reader! SideCharacter Bella! Isekai au! Edward Cullen X reader. Eventually Jacob Black x reader. (2 endings.)
Next
Blinking her eyes open, Y/N’s gaze fixed upon the unfamiliar white ceiling. She wrinkled her nose, sitting up on her bed, feeling the cotton sheets beneath her crumple. The room seemed untouched, meaning that Y/N hadn’t been here long.
‘Where….?’ She frowned, ‘Where the hell am I?’ Y/N ran a hand over her face and swung her legs off the bed, feeling the carpeted floor beneath her toes. Huh, interesting rug. Glancing at the suitcase beneath her feet, she gambled that it was full of her personal belongings. This would mean she had most likely just arrived somewhere seeing as the suitcase was haphazardly unzipped, her clothes strewn about.
The plinking of the rain slapping against her glass window was comforting, grounding her from hyperventilating. It was cold and wet, the entire sky was tinted in a greyish blue. She couldn’t tell if it was early morning or evening, but based on the birds chirping, it seemed to be dawn. It also looked like it had snowed the night before. How pleasant. This wasn’t her first time waking up in a different world. However, the knowledge of where she resided was always quite slow to come. It was irritating, to say the least.
Stumbling her way into the bathroom connected to the room, she turned on the faucet and splashed the cool water on her face.
At least all her features were still her own, she noted, staring into her reflection in the mirror. Huh, she looked to be herself when she was in high school? Y/N shook her head and stepped back into her room, looking around somewhat frantically. Which world did she wake up in??
A ringing in her ears began, soft at first, crescendoing into a roar. She always hated this part, the memories, emotions and information, all rushing to cram itself into her mind. Overwhelming as it was, the process was short, swift and very much necessary.
Ah, she was Y/N L/N in this world too. A side character. Just moved in from Australia as a transfer student. Her parents had been friends with Charlie Swan before they moved. She called him ‘Unca’ Charlie when she was young. All her memories from the real world were merging into place.
‘Hey, kid! School starts in half an hour!’ A gruff voice called, flowing into her seam of thoughts.
She had gotten here the night before, she was staying in the room next to his daughter’s, Bella. She was moving in from phoenix apparently and would be arriving not long after Y/N.
Wait
Charlie Swan? Daughter named Bella?
‘Son of a bitch.’ She muttered, ‘Really? Twilight? How am I meant to survive here?’
‘Hey, everything alright?’ The voice was closer now, outside of her door. It was probably Charlie.
‘Yeah, m’fine just have a headache!’ She called through the door, slumping down, head in her hands.
Three raps came from the wood before the door slowly whinged open, revealing a handsome middle aged man.
‘Y/N, do you… is there anything….’ Charlie began, his eyebrows were drawn in concern.
‘I’ll be ok. When did you say Bella was coming back again?’ She sighed out, dropping her hands and looking up at the man helplessly.
‘Tomorrow! Did you wanna just start school with her on Monday?’ He asked with a small smile.
‘It’s okay, I’ll go today so I can at least show her around. After all today is Friday, i'll have the weekend to recover. It’s the least I could do.’ Y/N smiled at him, standing and moving to her suitcase. Charlie was empathetic. Kind. Y/N felt bad for him in this story. Bella wasn’t exactly a good daughter. She hummed, slapping on an appropriate outfit for school. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the drizzly sky before deciding to grab a sweater just in case.
Ah, highschool. What a fucking waste of time.
Charlie had driven her there and offered to take her to the office but Y/N shook her head. She didn't want to inconvenience him anymore than she already had.
‘I’ll be fine Charlie, thank you for the ride, I’ll see you tonight?’ She smiled at him. Charlie had offered for her to borrow the car that he had bought for Bella. Y/N however, did not want to drive to school seeing as she had no idea where said school was, and maps were a hassle.
‘Alright kiddo, give ‘em hell!’ He waved, before shifting gears out of parking and preparing to make his way to work. Y/N waved as he rolled away, allowing her smile to slip when he was well out of sight.
‘Alright Forks, do your worst.’ She rolled her eyes, trudging past the horde of teenagers and into the school building. There were a couple of stares here and there that Y/N fully ignored. She made her way through the pruned shrubbery and a walkway, following the sign that indicated she was going in the right direction.
The office was small, disgustingly warm, and stuffy. It was not so different from the typical office of any other school. The pastel yellow reminded her of hospital walls.
Y/N cleared her throat. Trying to catch the attention from behind the desk of the woman, click-clacking away at a computer.
The red-haired woman looked up, pushing a finger under her glasses. "Can I help you?"
"I'm Y/N L/N," Y/N informed her, watching the light behind the woman's eyes slowly blink on. Gossips, all of them, Y/N grumbled in her mind. Forks was a small town and she had no doubt that everyone knew that she was an outsider. The girl who left her parents Down Under to come study in America! Hopefully she wasn’t asked any stupid questions.
"Of course," the lady from behind the desk said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for.
"I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter.
‘Thanks very much ma’am. Have a great day.’ Y/N gave her a polite smile before pushing out of the office doors and into the cold, wet outside.
Following the sea of students, she glanced at her schedule and up at the classroom numbers, filtering through the rooms before finding her own.
Slipping into a classroom marked on her schedule, she slinked, silently to the back and sat down.
Ignoring all the people around her until the teacher would inevitably call out her name and bring the gaze of gossip hungry teenagers onto her.
Great.
She slumped into her table and pulled her hoodie up to cover her head. Y/N was heavily hoping that none of the Cullen's were in her class. ANY of her classes. She didn’t need the mind reading emo in her brain or the still flighty, ex-soldier who was struggling with his cravings. Alice would be alright, she seemed to be the nicest sibling in the family besides Emmett.
‘Y/N L/N?’ The teacher called, raising an eyebrow at the unfamiliar name. She could feel the scrutiny under his gaze, along with the rest of the class. Y/N could hear the whispers
‘Uh yeah that's me.’ Y/N said, in a whisper. Shrinking back into her seat as she felt eyes burning into her silhouette. Now, she felt almost bad for Bella. She would have it worse, being the chief's daughter and all.
Someone was staring, boring their eyes into her form.
Y/N looked up, shifting her gaze from the floor to her left slightly.
Black eyes glinting. Nay, burning a hole into her own. High cheekbones, reddish brown hair and pale perfect skin.
Shit.
The boy jerked his head back slightly, looking as if he had been hit. He gave a quiet gasp, shaking his head and gripping his desk. Y/N was in the same homeroom as Edward Cullen .
The bell rang, a nasally drone. Y/N stood quickly, grabbing her backpack and rushing to her first class. Stealing a look at her schedule she bumped against the crowd of people in the hallway.
She was lost.
‘In what universe does this map even make sense.’ She snarled quietly, as the hallways began to slowly filter out people, leaving her standing at a locker that she didn't own.
‘Are you lost?’ A soft, melodious voice, from behind Y/N snapped the poor girl to attention.
‘What in the flaming-’ Y/N whipped around, brandishing her schedule like a weapon.
‘Are you lost?’ The question was gentler this time, probing for an answer.
Y/N’s eyes widened, looking at the owner of the voice.
Edward Cullen.
Crap
‘I uh, yes but I’ll find my way thanks, don’t let me keep you from class!’ She sputtered out, backing away from the boy who gazed curiously at her. Y/N didn’t give a chance for the boy to respond, power walking away to a direction of which she was only semi-sure was correct. Seeing as Edward Cullen was meant to be a mind reader, Y/N wasn't too sure about being within a five foot radius of him. What if he killed her because she knew he was a vampire?
Finding her way to her classroom ended up proving difficult as she had walked in the wrong direction. She had managed to end up in English without being too late. Luckily for her, she had already finished reading all the books they would be studying. She knew the content and remembered the gist of all her essays. English would be a breeze.
American History on the other hand, would be a different story. However, she was confident that she would pick it up. After all, it wasn’t like she had to study for the other subjects. She had graduated highschool before.
Lunch came around and Y/N had followed the rest of her gym class to the cafeteria. Edward was in the same gym class as her but she split off as soon as the coach blew his whistle. She ended up trying to think of anything that wouldn't draw his attention.
‘So, you found your way to class alright.’ Edwards' voice came from behind Y/N.
‘I did, thank you for asking.’ Y/N stiffened, grabbing onto an apple hard, breaking the skin with her nails. She couldn't just dash away from the lunch line. Could she?
‘Hi! You must be Y/N! I see you've met Edward!!’ A girl from behind Edward hummed. She was shorter, hair in a manic pixie cut and a knowing smile. Behind her was another boy, blonde and just as chiselled as Edward.
‘Come sit with us!’ The girl grinned, as she gestured towards an empty table. The boy next to this new girl seemed to be in pain.
‘She won’t be sitting with us.’ Edward snapped, voice strained.
Y/N frowned and sneered at him.
‘Don’t worry, I wasn’t even thinking of it.'
The girl spun around and walked off to return her tray. Y/N had lost her appetite and her temper. She sent Edward one last withering look before grabbing her apple from the tray and storming off. Y/N didn’t need to be friends with the Cullen's to survive. She could just move away right after high school graduation.
The rest of the day proved to be less interesting, thank goodness. Y/N flew through the rest of the day, avoiding the Cullen's at all costs. She had briefly made friends with Angela, Y/N remembered she was kind in the books. One of the only good friends Bella had. Jessica also proved to be just as much of a gossip as she was in the book. However she did introduce herself politely.
Y/N deflated slightly. Charlie was still at work. She would have to walk home. Not that walking was an issue, it was more like she didn't actually quite remember where home was…
Crossing the car park, she slipped on her earphones and walked towards the road. Bella would be arriving tomorrow and the timeline would continue. Everything would be the same and she woul-
The screeching of tires on gravel. Burnt rubber. Y/N heard a loud cry from in front of her and glanced up to see a vehicle heading straight towards her.
I'd love to see Emmett bringing his human gf to meet his family. She and Rose get along already as she has a little 1 yr old that Rose gets to coo over. 💖 I can see Alice buying ALL the outfits too lol! Please and thank you!
Hello love! Thank you so so much for a request and thank you for adding this adorable gif TwT. Let's jump in and meet Cullens, shall we? ^^
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Emmett Cullen- one of us
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Meeting your boyfriends family ^^
Reader has a lil' baby :3
Emmett Cullen
The rain pattered gently against the windowpane, a soft symphony that filled the air of the Cullen home. Outside, the usual gray skies of Forks loomed heavy, but inside the grand house, there was a warmth that belied the chill.
You peered nervously around the spacious living room, your heart fluttering like a caged bird. Today was the day you would meet Emmett’s family, the infamous Cullens—and you had no idea what to expect.
Emmett stood beside you, his muscular arm brushed against yours as if to anchor you to the moment. He flashed you that charming, toothy grin that made your heart race. His presence exuded both strength and warmth, and his laughter had a sweetness that lulled your anxiety.
“Relax, babe! They’re going to love you.”
He reassured, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.
Emmett’s sister Rosalie was known for her beauty and a no-nonsense attitude, but you had already connected with her through brief conversations.
The way she cooed and fawned over your one-year-old—gently combing her fingers through the tiny baby’s hair—revealed a softer side that you found enchanting.
As you waited, the door creaked open, allowing a shadow to spill into the room. Alice bounded in, her petite figure a whirl of energy. She spotted you immediately and squealed with delight.
“There she is! The beautiful human who stole my brother’s heart!”
Alice exclaimed, her voice like bells. She rushed over, enveloping you in a warm hug before stepping back to take you in.
“And look at your little one!”
With a gleeful shriek, she turned her attention to the baby nestled in your arms, her dark eyes glinting with affection.
“Oh, I need to buy her ALL the outfits! Wait I think mom has something from when I was a baby-”
She declared, her hands already reaching for imaginary fabric swatches as she dove into fashion fantasies.
You couldn’t help but laugh at Alice’s enthusiasm. Her excitement was contagious, your anxiety slowly melting away.
“She has enough clothes, but thank you so much.”
You chided playfully, cradling your baby closer.
Just then, Rosalie entered with a soft breeze, her presence immediately commanding attention. She glided across the room, all grace and poise. But when she reached your side, her demeanor softened, and you felt her genuine warmth.
“Hello dear, wow you look so beautiful today”
Rosalie cooed, glancing up at you with sincerity in her eyes.
You smiled and felt your cheeks flush.
“Thank you, Rosalie.”
Her approval meant the world, and you could see why Emmett adored her.
As more of the Cullen clan trickled in, including Carlisle, Edward, Jasper and Esme with their welcoming smiles, the atmosphere of camaraderie enveloped you.
Each member of the family shared little quirks that made you feel like a part of their peculiar world.
With every passing moment, laughter filled the air. You told stories about your life as Emmett teased you in affectionate ways, giving his siblings a glimpse into the human experience you cherished.
The living room transformed into a cozy hub of shared laughter and warm glances. Rosalie, who had perched next to you with your baby on her lap, regaled everyone with tales of motherhood that you had never imagined coming from her.
Alice was right there, capturing every precious moment with a quick snap of her camera, while Jasper stood off to the side, content to absorb the joy around him with a smile.
“Let me tell you, taking care of a little one is like preparing for a battle. They have these tiny weapons called tantrums.”
Rosalie said with a mock seriousness, sending everyone into fits of laughter again.
You chuckled, sharing in the warmth of the moment. As you looked around, you felt an overwhelming sense of belonging rush over you. This strange family, these vampires who moved in shadows and light, felt closer than you ever imagined they could.
Suddenly, Emmett cleared his throat dramatically, silencing the room.
“I propose a toast-”
He declared, lifting an imaginary glass.
“To my gorgeous girlfriend and her equally adorable daughter! May they both shine brighter than the sun!”
You blushed, glancing down at your baby who giggled at her father’s antics, her laughter harmonious with the family’s supportive cheers. Each member followed suit, sharing warm sentiments about you, a flood of love that made your heart swell.
As the evening wore on, you caught moments of quiet intimacy with Emmett. He would sneak in small kisses and whispered compliments, adding to the warmth bubbling inside you.
“Can you believe this is really happening?”
He murmured, leaning close.
“You’re amazing, you know that? I can’t wait for more days like this.”
His words filled you with joy, and as you gazed into his loving eyes, you felt a connection that seemed to penetrate the boundaries of time and space.
Later, when the rain poured harder outside, creating a soothing cadence against the windows, Alice cornered you again, her playful demeanor ever-present.
“I think Rosalie and I should take you shopping tomorrow—after all, you and your baby need to be the best-dressed in Forks!”
You grinned at the idea, the thought of spending time with Alice and Rosalie bringing you a sense of eagerness.
“That sounds like a lot of fun!”
As the night concluded, you felt enveloped in comfort, the weight of the world slipping away. You looked around at the family who had welcomed you with open arms and felt grateful in every sense.
Outside, the rain began to taper off, and a sliver of moonlight broke through the clouds, casting a soft glow on the house. You realized that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey, one that would intertwine your life with Emmett's and his beautiful family—a tapestry woven in love, laughter, and a tiny bit of chaos.
With a smile on your face and warmth in your heart, you knew you had found your place in this twilight realm—forever cherished in the embrace of love and family.
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This one was pure fluff and family love! I adore soft Cullens, that's way too pure for my soul TwT
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Going over to the Cullens’ house for the first time:
Carlisle Cullen:
Firstly, he would absolutely be making sure everyone is acting right
Secondly, he had that house cleaned spotless
I think he would trust you to find your way there, but he did offer to pick you up
He would make sure that everything would keep you comfortable; the heater is on, blankets are out, he got food, etc etc
He would probably show you around but then have the two of you sit in the living room as he made the rest of his family introduce themselves and talk with the two of you
I think he would be someone who genuinely has so much pride in the people he’s around, so he would probably brag about/explain all his family’s achievements even if it’s something simple and silly
The pride goes for you, too, and he’s for sure talking about your achievements and accomplishments in a way that makes his family relate to them so there’s more conversation
I think he would also probably show you around outside, and he’d probably tell stories about certain things like the trails or why there’s this or that in the house
I don’t think he would talk about vampirism that much unless you asked, but he would be explaining things around it if you didn’t know or he thought you would want to
Esme Cullen:
Being the most motherly of the Cullen-Hale family, I think that if she invited you over (as human), she would do a similar thing like in Twilight and likely try to prepare something to make you feel comfortable
Whether it’s food, TV, or games (that she forces everyone to play), I think that she would pay a lot of attention to your comfort and reactions
Whether or not you’re capable of doing things on your own, she would be there to assist you by either fetching things for you (“like a good host”) or directing you to things
She definitely pointed out where everything is as soon as you stepped inside
Definitely started telling stories about the trinkets she has around the house
“Do you see the driftwood boat I have on the wall, with the succulents? Edward threw a tree at Emmett the last time we were in town, and that’s all that was left! I keep it to remind them to be aware of their strength:))”
She would also be the sort of attentive host that would be asking you questions about yourself and relating whatever you say to her family, so that you can make conversation later
She would also be very careful about talking about the vampire stuff, so they don’t sound even more weird to you
Made sure everyone ate before you came over
Edward Cullen:
He’s driving with you, and he’s monitoring everyone’s thoughts so they don’t make you uncomfortable
He would begrudgingly let Esme talk to you about your life, but like in the actual series, I think he would quickly get you away from the rest of his family
Most likely, the two of you would be hanging out in his room and he would talk about the things in there
He’s very proud of his music collection, and I think he probably would have put something on that he thinks you would like
Definitely thought to keep the house warm for you, because the rest of his family isn’t bothered by the temperatures and the house is usually cold asf
He would probably be trying to read you/watch you closely for any signs that you need something
I think he’d be like Esme or Rosalie in this regard, and make sure that you are provided anything you need while over there
If, like in the actual saga, you two go out, he wouldn’t be opposed to showing off. Definitely would pull you around to show off his speed or strength, but I think he would also be overly conscious that he’s actually freezing
Would make sure to meet your parents before actually taking you over to his house, since he does try to be a gentleman (he also wants to make sure they get a good impression of him)
Also made everyone sweat to act normal
Rosalie Hale:
(She’s my favorite, I love her)
If she invites you over to her house, be honored because even if she did like you, I think she would keep you away because she wants to pretend to be normal for a while
Getting her to invite you over was like pulling teeth for Alice and Esme
She also would pick you up, and I think she would probably warn you about her family and apologize in advance
When you get to the house, she definitely tried to hustle you into her room but Alice and Esme stopped her to introduce themselves and such
She would likely keep the two of you in her room the most, but I think she would allow others to be in there with you for brief periods of time also, as long as they swore to her not to be weird or rude
She would be another one that would be mostly worried about running you off, so she would probably not talk about the vampire stuff unless you asked really nicely
She was born in the early twentieth century, so I think she would be a really good host since it was a really big part of the culture on the time
She probably cleaned her room very well, laid out some blankets or a robe nicely across the bed (she has one, idc if she doesn’t sleep), got some flowers for the desk, etc
She also probably fends off Esme and her questions, but is later bullied into answering for you if you didn’t get the chance
Jasper Hale:
Like Rosalie, I think he would also be borderline unwilling to invite you over (for different reasons though)
I think that while he has pride in his family, and trusts them greatly, he would be more afraid of something happening and him reacting to it (like Bella’s birthday party)
When he does eventually invite you over, he probably has you drive yourself but waits for you outside so he can open your door for you
He’s also from a time period where manners were extremely important, especially in the way women were treated and how you presented yourself, so I think he would probably have his spaces very tidy and everyone in good moods
He would probably be glad that Esme and Carlisle were engaging you in conversations, so I think he would be happy to sit with them in the living room and talk
Probably is also worried about you being uncomfortable, so he would make sure to pay attention to any of your cues or mood shifts
Probably wouldn’t take you anywhere that it would be only you two, at least not at first, because he does have a fear of hurting you (in a similar way that Edward does in the series, but they go about it very differently)
Would probably like to sit outside with you and talk
Emmett Cullen:
I think he would pick you up, but not in a car
He’s running
I think that he wouldn’t be bothered showing off his vampiric qualities since you already know, but he wouldn’t probably keep it on the more minimal (for him) side because he doesn’t want to actually scare you
If had medical equipment that he couldn’t run with, he would instead take his Jeep and have all the windows down to feel like he’s running still
He would probably show you around the house (per Esme’s instruction), but tell you any embarrassing story behind anything
“That corner’s where Jasper ate shit because he didn’t see a table! Put his head through the wall and everything!”
Probably would not have thought to bring food for you, but Esme took care of it when he said you were coming over
Isn’t bothered by anyone’s bad attitude, but also doesn’t let it come that close
Shows you his room and explains all the stuff he has in there, like trophies or trinkets
He definitely collects things like a crow, so there’s a lot of interesting things
Tbh his room would have no cohesion to it but he did pick it up so it looked nice for you
Probably would also gift you something if you liked it enough (you’re leaving with a license plate he stole from Edward thirty years ago that got Edward arrested)
Alice Cullen:
She had a vision about you coming over, so when she asked it was more of a statement
She also knew almost anything you would need, so she went to the store for snacks (and blankets, and house shoes, and pajamas. It was really just an excuse to get you things and to spend her money)
I think she would pick you up from your house and drive to hers, but I also think she would probably take the most scenic route there to talk to you
She probably saw how her family reacted, and explained their personalities to you (if you weren’t all that close to them) and threatened them to play nice (if they weren’t on their best behavior in her vision)
She for sure would drag you around the house and explain any stories
Would definitely tell you something embarrassing as shit about Edward (which she knows he hears)
Would probably not take you to hang out in her room, but instead somewhere like the roof, or the porch
Would probably tell you about any visitors she’s had (but only the light hearted ones, because she really doesn’t want to frighten you)
Would also probably show you all the clothes she’s accumulated and gift you anything she’s seen you like or bought to give you
Over all, you’re leaving with stuff she’s given you and if you try not to take it, it ends up in your house somewhere, somehow
Request: The Cullens hc with a newborn reader (vampire not baby)? by 🥝 anon.
Pairing: Platonic Cullen’s x vampire!reader.
Warnings: Not beta nor proofread. No Bella mentioned. Platonic!!!
Word Count: 324.
Note: I’m so sorry, this is definitely not my best work :(
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• Emmett finds it funny when you feed. Trying not to be a messy eater as a vampire is hard, you can’t help it, he should leave you alone.
• Esme mothers you much more than the others, except maybe Jasper. Jasper actually feels closer to you because of that.
• Alice loves to take you shopping. You’re a new you, you should dress like it too; at least that’s what she tells you as she drags you to the car.
• Rosalie is sceptical of you at first and then you say you like her car. She decides if no one else will take an interest, she can make you. You love it.
• Carlisle adores you. You make his family happy and you like to sit with him in his office while he does his paperwork, he likes that you take an interest.
• Jasper chooses the car with you in it nine times out of ten. He likes your music taste, it makes him feel human.
• Edward’s great when it comes to teaching you how to hunt and authentically control your thirst.
• He’s also great at making sure you don’t have emotional blockage via your thoughts; Jasper’s a big help.
• Esme cleans your mouth like you’re a toddler when you come home with your food around your mouth; she tuts and coos as she does.
• Carlisle has you a room ready for you to decorate the second Alice has a vision. (Esme helps decorate.)
• Emmett’s in full on annoying brother mode, headlocks and noogies all the time. (He’s in for a big surprise when you break a window shoving him off of you.)
• Alice has a whole photo album of just you in over the top outfits; most while you hunt which isn’t ideal but they call them your baby pictures.
• Rosalie babies you (she thinks she’s being discreet but you all know).
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