Aro meets Carlisle

“You look troubled, young friend.”

He turned around quickly as the elder vampire practically floated toward him, coming to a stop a few feet in front of the bewildered young man. “Would you prefer to converse in your mother tongue?” he asked in an indulgent tone, rather as if he were speaking to a child.

“No thank you,” the stranger answered, a slight English accent coloring his speech. “I enjoy practicing my Italian.”

The cloaked figure smiled in approval. “Very well. As I said, you look troubled. What is on your mind?”

“To be perfectly honest, I am trying to determine whether I am a guest or a prisoner.”

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Imprinting rewrite

“Jacob, may I have a word?” Jake looked up from where he sat on the floor playing with Nessie to see the leader of the Cullen coven standing in the doorway. His expression was pleasant, patient even, but his posture signaled this was not a request to be declined. “Sure, sure,” Jake said, standing up. “Don’t miss me too much, Ness,” he teased, ruffling the girl’s hair. “Outside,” Carlisle said, nodding his head towards the door. “I would like us to have a modicum of privacy.”

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imagine: going to carlisle for comfort.

“Doctor Cullen,” you sniffled, gripping onto the edge of your shirt.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” the blond man spoke as he turned to face you, his smile quickly disappearing once he saw your tears. “[Your name],” he frowned. “Are you alright?”

“Could you just—could you just hug me?”

The man put down his clipboard, quickly pulling you into a tight hug. He didn’t ask any more questions, knowing you were in no state to answer them. He would just hold you until you were good enough to dry your tears and regain your composure, even if it would take quite longer than he needed it to take.

Thunderstorms

Pairings: Carlisle Cullen x Reader Warnings: Fear, I guess Author’s Note: I love thunderstorm prompts. They are dear to my heart.

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Y/N really didn’t like storms. She rather liked rain, she could deal with rain just fine. The occasional small grumbles from the sky weren’t terrible and didn’t scare her.

But thunderstorms terrified her and startled her to the very bone. Y/N hated thunderstorms. She was confused for the longest times as to why before she eventually found out it was because she’d been afraid of them when she was little but no one was ever there to tell her that there was nothing to be afraid of. No one ever told her that they would be there until the rain cleared and after.

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Past 4 am - Carlisle Cullen (fluff)

Requested by anon: 9 from the prompt list with carlisle cullen??? maybe when he comes from working late at the hospital?

Enjoy my loves. xxx

9 Don’t tell me you waited all night, just to cuddle me

Another yawn fell from her lips, (y/n) was cuddled into Carlisles bedsheets, dressed in a shirt of his, eyes focused on the pages of the book in her hand. Impatiently she kept on glancing at the clock on his nightstand, counting the minutes, till he’d finally be home. 

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Beautiful - Carlisle Cullen (fluff)

Request by anon: then will you consider writing Carlisle with a plus size reader? like I know vamps are supposed to know they’re perfect, but reader’s the exception to that because carlisle and the cullens are completely unworldly beautiful and she was immensely self conscious as a human and that stayed with her. idk I just need some carlisle fluff and I feel he would be the unbelievably bothered by his love being insecure about her looks and would do the most to prove her otherwise 🥺

First off, fuck the stereotype, that vampires have to be “perfect”, like none of them truly are and I think we should all be able, to put ourselves into the position, where we can be whatever the fuck we want to be, it’s our imagination and everything is possible. Second, I love you and I hope you like it. Enjoy my loves. xxx

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“Didn’t you want to change?”, Carlisle walked out of the bathroom, buttoning up his dress shirt, eyes focused on (y/n)s frame. She was sitting on their bed, dressed in a pair of sweats and one of his shirts, hair pulled up in a messy bun, knees pressed into her chest. 

“I- I think I’ll probably stay at home.”, she couldn’t look at him, didn’t want to see the disappointed look in his eyes, knowing how much he had been looking forward to this evening. He placed himself in front of her, ran a hand across her cheek and pulled some of her hair behind her ear, “what’s wrong, love?”, he kissed her forehead. 

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