You phase for the first time a little later than Seth and Leah, which means you’ve heard plenty of teasing from them about being the “late bloomer.”
Carlisle first meets you when you’re trying to calm Seth during a tense moment between the Cullens and the pack and he’s struck by how steady and kind your presence is.
At first, you think Carlisle is too perfect to be real: the calm voice, golden eyes, and that impossibly gentle smile. (Leah rolls her eyes every time she catches you staring.)
He treats you with the same quiet respect he gives everyone, but you notice there’s a softness in his tone just for you.
You’re fiercely protective of Seth and Leah and Carlisle finds that devotion beautiful. He’s not intimidated by your wolf strength; in fact, he admires how fiercely you defend the people you love.
When you’re hurt in a scuffle with newborns, Carlisle is the one patching you up. He’s calm while you’re grumbling about “vampire smell,” but his hands linger just a little too long as he checks for injuries.
The two of you often meet at the edge of the forest, where the scent lines blur. He brings old stories about medicine, art, and places he’s traveled; you bring sarcastic comments and fresh-caught fish from La Push.
Sometimes, he sketches you while you nap in wolf form near his side. (He never shows anyone, it’s his quiet treasure.)
You’re the only one who gets to see him loosen up: laughing at your jokes, leaning close to whisper when the others aren’t paying attention.
Seth thinks it’s awesome and constantly tries to embarrass you by asking Carlisle if he’s going to “take his sister on a proper date.”
Leah is skeptical not because she doesn’t trust Carlisle, but because she doesn’t want you to get hurt. Still, she secretly notices how much happier you seem and decides to keep an eye on him rather than forbid it.
The rest of the pack is torn between teasing you and being protective. Jacob makes a lot of “Dr. Fang” jokes.
Carlisle is endlessly patient, letting you set the pace. He knows the imprint-like intensity wolves can feel and doesn’t want to rush you.
He loves running his fingers through your hair after patrols, saying it’s “silkier than any fur coat I’ve ever seen.”
When you curl up beside him, sometimes in wolf form, sometimes not, he reads aloud, voice low and soothing, until you drift to sleep.
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Hi there! Could I please request a Jasper Hale X Fem reader where the reader is his mate but still human and just transferred. Maybe a bit shy and likes to paint and read and one day jasper finds her in the woods.
Request by @bellewoods1215
Jasper X f!reader
word count: ~985
As a young girl, y/n was always shy. She found herself more inclined to catch butterflies and read books and let spiders outside than socialize and squash insect-like intruders. This, as one may expect, led to school being, succinctly put, not her favorite environment. She loved to learn, she adored learning, but the crowded halls and talkative peers, and near-constant tension between one duo or another was overwhelming to her. She found her peace in the nearby woods back behind the gymnasium. Her study hall directly preceded her lunch period, which was the luckiest she’d ever felt about a school schedule, and, so, it was easy to spend a couple hours outdoors—even in the vicious cold. Wrapping her late grandfather’s checked scarf around her neck and pulling on her knit cap and gloves, y/n tightened her sweater around herself and took her leave. She brought an easy read out with her—something really written for kids in middle school, but she’d read it a million times and the ease and expectedness of each word and page turn was easy to digest. And so, after brushing off a frosty icy rock, she sat with her legs bunched up in a slim stream of sunlight, opening her book and letting out a foggy breath.
Jasper Hale is the newest “vegetarian” in his family. Because of this, he’s specifically not supposed to spend alone time with humans, particularly when he’s hungry. It’s not at all that he can’t do it, it’s more that it’s safer to have someone of your own capabilities present to hold you accountable. He knows this. That’s why, on one solitary Thursday afternoon when the lunch bell rang, Jasper took the opportunity to leave school grounds and grab a bite to eat. He knew his eyes were quickly darkening to brown and soon they’d be black. He never lets himself go this long without eating, but it was hunting season, not to mention an especially cold winter, and so wildlife in the area was somewhat scarce. Adding to that, he’d rather let his family eat before him. Animals never quite satiated him anyway.
Stopping dead in his tracks, feeling the wind he picked up behind him rush back against him. He smelled the sweet beat of a human heart, but this one was different. There was no blood lust in him as he inhaled the peace that came with the even rhythm. And, without really thinking, almost like an undead monster, he lazed through the woods toward this innocuous love. Upon approach, he laid eyes on her.
Jasper had never particularly missed the warmth a pulse brought to his skin, but seeing her all bundled up, seeing the breath leave her body and almost block her view of the pages before her, he suddenly wanted nothing more than to be as warm-blooded as those wolves across the treaty line. He wanted to blanket her, to protect her from anything that could cause her harm or discomfort—even just the icy air. With nothing but a glance, without even knowing her name, he adored her.
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Months went by. A number of people had approached y/n, Mike and Jessica, Angela and Ben, and it’s not as though she had anything in particular against anyone, she just didn’t feel the need for them. She didn’t feel drawn to them. Only one student caught her eye—a yellow-eyed, honey-haired boy with pain in his gaze. They only had a handful of classes together, and in none of those classes did they sit beside each other, but she kept an eye on him. She observed him and, unbeknownst to her, he returned the observations. Even sitting across the room from him, there was a peace she only knew when he was near.
But then the sun came out—really came out—and the ground began to thaw, and he was gone. She felt ridiculous even thinking about him, she wasn’t even sure of his name, how can you feel so attached to someone when you don’t even know their name?
One week—he was gone for a week—Wednesday to Wednesday—but, sitting against a tree near the edge of the lot on one solitary Thursday morning, a rumbling was heard probably throughout the entire city and a motorcycle—which was somehow both shiny and dusty—pulled into the lot. It parked, the kickstand was kicked to make the bike stand, and a helmet was removed to reveal that honey hair. He wasn’t cocky or attention-seeking, he didn’t catch much attention for suddenly roaring back to school, but y/n couldn’t look away. Not when he clipped the helmet around the handlebars, not when he pulled his leg over the bike to be standing independently, and not when his eyes met hers. They looked at each other for a second or maybe it was a year, and then the bell rang. Y/n’s eyes snapped away, looking towards the plain building, and she scrambled to stand unfortunately dropping her bag. Its contents spilled—a cheap watercolor set, pens, pencils, books, the works.
“Shit, shit, shit.” People pooled into the school behind her as she tried, as quickly as possible, to scoop all of her belongings back into her bag. Shoving one thing in, she turned back but it was all stacked quite neatly in a hand that held her things out to her.
“Thank you.” She smiled, awkwardly, and grabbed her things. They were cold as he removed his hands, looking up to thank the Good Samaritan properly, her eyes were fixed back on his.
“Of course.” A beat, as she placed her things aside and he stuck out his hand to her, “Jasper.”
His voice was smooth and twangy, but in a subtle sort of way. It felt like nobody else was around—and maybe they weren’t by now—but she smiled, placing her hand in his.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵?Please take the time to read through this post if you’re wanting to request anything!
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨-
1. I exclusively write for background characters, or characters that I believe weren’t elaborated enough on/humanized enough in twilight. Feel free to request for the Cullens, however it’s very unlikely that I’ll talk about them anywhere unless you request, as I believe there are enough Cullen blogs without me contributing. (I also find it fun to elaborate on small background characters >:3)
2. I do write nsfw and sfw, however I kindly ask minors to avoid interacting with nsfw posts, please.
3. please specify if you want it to be a f!reader, m!reader, gf!reader, etc, if not, Id rather stick to a gn!reader as I want everyone to enjoy my little worldbuilding as much as I do.
4. I see Jane and Alec as 13/14, so I’m not fond of the idea of writing smut or nsfw for them, so please don’t request it. But other than that feel free to ask anything about them.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵?
I write headcanons, drabbles, moodboards, imagines, ships, etc etc. I’m willing to write anything unless I’ve said otherwise. (Alec and Jane nsfw.)
Also, give me a character and I’ll make them a playlist, and I’ll give them an aesthetic and write a small drabble.
If you want a character match-up, just tell me a bit about yourself, and your sexuality, so I match you up with someone I think you’ll like.
Also, I really enjoy any questions about how I personally view things within twilight or not, so if you have a question that’s bugging you feel free to come and chat. <3
can you write a fanfic where (y/n) and seth are together then she finds out she’s pregnant. BUT!!! Paul is her older brother and is kinda pissed off by the fact that seth got his younger sister pregnant
You held Seth’s hand as you two walked towards the rest of the pack. Everyone was gathering at Sam’s for another bonfire and cookout, but tonight was special because you and Seth had some big news. “Hey sis,” Paul greeted and walked over to hug you. “Long time no see.”
“I saw you three days ago,” you laughed. Ever since you moved out of the house to live with Seth a year ago, he acted like he never saw you.
“That’s too long. Tell your mangy boyfriend to let you come over more.”
“Play nice you mutt,” you grinned. “I don’t come over more because I have this thing called a job. We can’t all run around on all fours all day long.”
“You sound jealous,” he smiled.
“You sound like a child,” you quipped. That was the kind of playful relationship you two had always had. The festivities went on and you were all sitting around the campfire with smores in hand now. Everyone was talking about their weeks when you and Seth looked at each other and smiled. “Y/N and I have some exciting news,” he stood up.
“You two finally unpack all the boxes from when we moved you in the house,” Jacob laughed?
“We did actually,” he looked at you before looking at the pack. “We had to get everything organized to make room for the nursery.”
You watched as it clicked for everyone. “What? You’re kidding! I’m going to be an Aunt?” Leah got up and hugged Seth before crushing you into a hug. Everyone said their warm wishes until your brother let out an audible growl.
“Paul,” Jacob warned.
“You knocked up my sister?” He stalked towards your fiance huffing and puffing.
“We’re mates, Paul. It’s not a big deal.”
“You,” he muttered and shoved a finger in Seth’s direction, “slept with my sister.”
“Oh my God,” you went to step in front of Seth but he quickly turned so you were behind him. “Guys, take Y/N away.” Two of them grabbed you and dragged you back to safety just in time for your brother to shift and leap towards Seth, who shifted just as quickly. You watched them tussle and wrestle until they disappeared into the woods.
“What an idiot,” you threw up your hands. “I can’t wait until he’s mated so I can give him hell.”
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Your bio says requests are open, but Idk what kind of fics you write and I can't find any rules anywhere, so just ignore this request if it violates your rules or something. Could you do headcanons (or a short scenario, whichever you want) for Vladimir taking care of his human mate who is sick?
Vladimir would not understand the concept of a cold. He would eye you suspiciously and stay away for the first, let's say, 40 days. Just kidding, Ștefan would intervene and force him to attend to you, both because he cares about you and because he isn't too fond of sick humans, even if he knows vampires are safe.
Once Vladimir decides to help you, he does some extensive research on medicines and other remedies. He is amazed and taken aback by the ability of human doctors to cure illnesses.
This new-found faith in humanity leads to Vladimir not accepting the fact that there is no cure for the common cold.
If his mate had the common cold, may the gods help them. Vladimir will literally do anything to relieve their discomfort.
He will run to the chemist's and buy some drugs, then to the supermarket. He will ask every and each store clerk what they would buy for a sick loved one. In the end he will purchase some vegetables, fruits, tea and a new cozy blanket.
He would put the fire pit to use and cuddle with you while keeping you occupied, reading to you ancient stories or telling you anecdotes about his time as a king/emperor.
Their mate would love this because of the warmth of the fire but also the coldness of his chest. Cuddling with a vampire in front of the fire is like the most perfect of the cuddling scenarios.
If his mate has something more serious than the common cold, then Vladimir would force them to go to the best doctors in the country. He would bring along Ștefan, the designated driver.
He is very caring and loving and patient. He would stay by your side all the time until you fell better.
He would drop some hints about how awesome immortality is, and his mte would shot him a dark glare at first, but then they would slowly warm up to the idea.
Vladimir has lived through wars and other horrors, so he isn't afraid of the gross aspects of being sick. He would let you rest while he happily cleans. And this is coming from a former king/emperor, so it's a very big thing.
He would shower you with gifts. Simple things yet very delicate and effective, like a bath bomb of your favorite scent to make you look forward to bath time, or a snack of your liking to make you start eating normal again.
"Tell me what your thinking" she swept his honey golden hair away from his matching, yet troubled, eyes. Eyes that held a century of anguish locked away in their depths. She knew what he was thinking of course, that million-miles-away stare only meant one thing. Or rather, two thousand miles away to be more precise.
Her touch broke his reverie and he snapped back to present. He didn't speak for an immeasurable moment, taking in everything about the woman in his arms-his home. The early morning sun filtered hesitantly through the window, dancing across the skin of her exposed shoulder, up her neck and over her cheekbones, leaving a glistening trail where it touched. Her aura struck him like a pleasant perfume, just like the first time they met. If anyone of our kind is meant to have a soul, he thought, it's Alice. Her inner peace and compassion was intoxicating to him. Even with her underlying sense of worry making its notes known in the harmonious symphony, he was still in awe of the feelings of adoration and passion rolling off of her.
He knew he didn't have to say a word. She knew what occupied the better part of his mind, even after all these years. He brought a returning touch to her cheek, grazing down to her jaw. Her eyes did not unfocus as they bored into his, as they might have done with normal conversation with anyone else. She would weave in and out of the present and future, even predicting the boring conclusion of some of those conversations. She made an effort to remain present with him. Not predicting his words, but listening to them as they happened.
Her fingertips traced at the scars that littered his shoulder. They didn't bother him anymore, she had spent the last half century recreating a different kind of memory attached to each individual bite mark. Each scar she touched was a grounding memory of his life with her, rather than the vicious one that had come before.
"It's constant" he breathed. And it was. Just as she filled his life with hope, he filled it with anger. She drank at the water he drowned in, all the while he secretly broke the levee. He felt the remorse and guilt of selfishness, and they only seeded his anger further.
"It's not" she argued gently, tracing another scar beneath her fingers. "You and I are indefinite. Your past is quite the opposite. Finite, limited. If time is meaningless to us than the years that have passed are even more insignificant. There is an eternity to fill with your happiness and growth."
He knew of course she was right. An eternity to live meant an eternity to learn. He thought himself unchanging until he met Alice. In the years following, he had changed more than even in his human life. He chuckled softly, remembering their first hunt together.
"Of course, miss," he drawled, placing a kiss gently on her forehead first, and then her lips. He knew her words were as much for herself as they were for him. He felt a respite of peace and comfort, and let it wash over them both just like the morning sun.
