Twilight AU where Esme is a modern-day human that Carlisle is falling for in conjunction with the canon events of Twilight, which results in Edward feeling like Carlisle is a hypocrite for giving him holier-than-thou advice and doing the same thing as him with less risk because Carlisle has better control.
Anyway I wrote a snippet I'm sharing bc I fucking LOVE writing Jasper:
Over the following week, the hot topic around all of Forks was the new girl dating Edward Cullen. Every adult who came in asked Carlisle about it. Every teenager was talking to each other about it. And when the kids were home, all they did was argue about it. Save for Edward himself, of course, who was out more often than home these days.
"Bet he's climbing into her window," Emmett snickered one evening midway into the week.
"Oh, Emmett, ew," Alice scoffed. "Edward is a gentleman, right Jazz?"
Jasper looked up slowly from the book he'd been pretending to read, and he had an expression on like he was being asked to testify against his will.
"He's a gentleman," he allowed. "He's also not in this house, it's eleven at night, and he hunted this morning. Y'all can do that math however you like."
"Thank you," Emmett said, vindicated, and held his fist out. Jasper regarded it, sighed, and bumped it, resigned, like he was being asked to co-sign a second mortgage.
"Bet he sits in the stupid rocking chair," Alice groaned, pressing the heels of her palms to her face, trying to remove the mental image.
Carlisle scrolled further into the journal he'd been reading. The same article, now on his third pass. He'd long since memorized the abstract.
Saturday was two days out. He'd moved his Saturday hunt to Thursday, made a point to tell none of his family, and was confronted with his business being everyone else's via Alice's knowing silence that morning anyway. Which was, unfortunately, a side effect of living with five telepathically and precognitively gifted vampires. Privacy was rarely a given in this house.
Chief Swan's daughter, he thought instead. His own son, sat in a rocking chair in her room, watching her sleep. A month ago, he would have called it a crisis. It probably still was. But it was also the closest this house had come to peace in the better part of a year.
"He should bring her Sunday," Carlisle said, not looking up from his laptop. "For the game."
"Are you bringing your girl to the game?" Emmett asked, grinning wickedly. "As I understand it, father dearest, you're to spend the night at this human lady's house?"
"She said she'd host," Alice corrected, also grinning.
"Right," Emmett agreed. "Hosting four hours away from your guest's home usually implies a sleepover though, am I wrong, Jazz?"
"Leave me all the way out of it," Jasper said to his book.
