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I have to ask--does scent play a particular role regarding attraction between vampires? I assume your scent as a vampire retains some of the notes of your scent as a human (just without the smell of fresh blood) Like I assume Bella still smells like freesia or whatever. I mean when Bella asks Edward if he misses her smell, she describes it as "tasty" but I assume Bella's scent as a vampire is still engaging to him.
I've already posed the question whether vampires can tell, through scent, whether another vampire would have been a singer to to them, when that vampire was human, and I suppose this is where my current question stems from.
I'm assuming it would. Edward never mentions Bella's scent post-transformation, but Bella does describe Edward's. And she does this with specific comparisons "Honey, lilac and sun"--something she never did when she was human, probably because he olfactory senses weren't keen enough to pick out the individual scent similarities from the mix.
Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.
I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment.
The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a bit. Working on my business and some health issue, but hopefully I will post a bit more regularly. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories. You can request at any time any story or one shot you desire. Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.
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Carlisle couldn’t believe that (Y/N) had been the first one to take a step forward. He was still working when his phone had vibrated in his pocket. He only stopped to look at it once he was done with the page he was holding at the moment. When (Y/N)’s name popped up on the screen, a smile painted on his face. It was a short conversation, but the blank page on his planner for Sunday now had an important activity at five-thirty. He felt nerves building up in the pit of his belly, anticipation building inside of him. A day and a half stood between him and seeing (Y/N) again.
The emotions he was experiencing treaded on thin water. No matter how much he wanted to be next to her, there would always be a treaty standing in the way. Unlike Edward and Bella, (Y/N) lived in LaPush and was under close watch by the alpha of the Quileute tribe. Although his son’s relationship with the human from Forks was forbidden, it was a tad more manageable than whatever he was discovering with the sister of a shapeshifter.
He ran his hands through his golden hair and let out a sigh of defeat. There wasn’t much left to do at the office, so he packed everything up and headed home. He was not ready for whatever interrogation was waiting for him back at the house. Carlisle had yet to go home that week, deciding to stay as close to (Y/N) as he possibly could. He would rest in his office, pretending to sleep as to not raise suspicion from his coworkers. No one questioned as to why the doctor had not gone home, it had been a busy week and he was the best doctor they had.
Carlisle put his car in park and stared at his front door— Alice would be behind the door, a million questions about (Y/N) would be asked, none to which he’d have the answer to. He grabbed his briefcase and braced himself. Before his hand could reach for the door handle, it opened.
“Hi, Carlisle!” Alice perked. Her face was lit up with a giant grin and her eyes held a playful stare. She didn’t need Edward’s mind-reading powers to know what he had been up to that week. “How was your week?”
“Tiring, Alice. I’d really just like some peace and quiet.”
“He’d rather be back in his office, reading with (Y/N),” Edward chuckled from behind a book. “No other advancements in the relationship. But they do have a date on Sunday.”
“A date?! Oh, that’s wonderful, Carlisle.”
“It is, and Edward, you know I don’t appreciate you reading my mind to divulge private information,” he smiled. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to my office.”
Thankfully, Alice had left him alone and he was able to decompress in his office. He had grown accustomed to the books he had collected over the years, but seeing (Y/N) fawn over them awakened his love for them once more. His golden eyes scoured through all the spines and a smile was painted on his face. He reminisced on the first time (Y/N) came into his office. She had been uncertain about going in, knowing the important work he was doing; she didn’t want to become a distraction, she had said. The girl didn’t know that even in absence, she was his biggest distraction.
“Come in.” A knock on the door had captivated Carlisle’s attention and broke his train of thought. “Oh, good evening, Esme.”
“That girl really has a pull on you, huh?” She grinned. “I haven’t seen you smile this big in a long time.”
“She’s truly something special.”
“You shouldn’t feel guilty for pursuing happiness, Carlisle.” Esme smiled. Through the years she had come to know Carlisle in a deeper level, being able to read his silence and know his thoughts without having to read his mind. “It’s been long enough.”
“I just do not believe that I should delve into the risk of being with her for my own happiness. I must think of the family and how our relationship could affect your safety,” he sighed. “It’s selfish.”
“Carlisle, after a century of loneliness, no one will judge you for being selfish this one time.” The forever 26-year-old rested her hand on the doctor’s shoulder, a reassuring energy being transferred from it. “You deserve to explore this relationship for yourself, we’re all big enough to take care of ourselves. And if what Alice sees is true, this is destined to happen. Allow yourself to have something good in your life.”
“I can’t say that I won’t have my doubts about it, but I can tell you I will try my best to enjoy whatever this may be.”
They both shared a smile just before Esme left the room, leaving Carlisle alone with his thoughts. His heart and his brain were in dangerous turmoil, debating on choosing possible happiness or ensuring the treaty was preserved. They were already crossing a line by allowing Edward and Bella to have a relationship. But he would give himself permission to see where this adventure with (Y/N) Uley would take him.
Saturday flew by quickly since (Y/N) spent most of the day in and out of sleep. Her mother had not allowed her to do anything else. Following Dr. Cullen’s instructions, Allison limited her time in front of the tv and computer, closed all the curtains in the house to minimize her exposure to bright lights, made sure she was well hydrated while she was awake, fed her protein centered foods accompanied with other with antioxidants and rich in omega-3s, and a lot of rest. She had not left her room since she had gotten home Friday night. But (Y/N) had made sure to tell her mother that she had an important meeting on Sunday.
It took a long time to convince Allison to let her daughter go, agreeing to at least driving her up to Forks so she could meet up with her school friend. (Y/N) had decided to lie about her meeting with Carlisle, opting to tell her she was meeting up with a schoolmate that had graduated a year before her. Her mother had questioned why this friend couldn’t pick her up from her house, but somehow (Y/N) had been able to convince her mother that her friend was spending time with their family in Forks and was on a tight schedule to not miss a flight back home. Truly, she didn’t want Carlisle to risk crossing the treaty their ancestors had made, knowing the importance the elders held to it. Carlisle had agreed to meet her at the Art Center in Forks and return her there once they were done to the same place, only leaving after her mother would pick her up.
On Sunday morning, she woke up earlier than she had intended. (Y/N) had passed the night tossing and turning, nerves running through her veins for the encounter she’d have to endure in the afternoon. As excited as she was to see Carlisle again, she couldn’t help but feel anxious about the time they would spend together alone. The past five days had been comfortable and exciting, getting to know each other a welcome activity they had partaken in, but that was seen in a friendly light. Now she was looking at him in a way she had not looked at anyone else. (Y/N) wanted nothing more at the moment than to have Carlisle look at her in the same way, and today would be a testament to whether their relationship would take that route or not.
“Morning, mom!” (Y/N) perked as she walked down the stairs following the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen.
“Good morning, darling.” Allison had her back turned to her daughter, plating the eggs she had just finished cooking. “Sit down, breakfast is almost done.”
“Smells good,” she sat. A few more seconds, Allison turned and placed two plates on the table for the pair.
“So, you excited for today?” (Y/N) nodded, not wanting to give away too much information. “I know I won’t be able to meet this school friend but tell me more about her. How long have you guys been friends? You haven’t said much about this mystery person.”
“Um, we met in my junior year, she was a senior at the time, and we’ve kept in close contact. She has some family in Forks and since we haven’t seen each other in a bit she invited me to go out for a bit. Her time’s a bit short cause she had a flight tonight so I’m sorry you won’t get to meet her.”
“Oh, and what’s her name?”
“Um,” (Y/N) had to think quickly on a pretend name for this fake friend. “Carine. Maybe next time she’s around you can meet her.”
“That’d be great, honey! I’d be delighted to meet this friend of yours. I’m sad that I have to work this afternoon, it’d be fun to finally meet someone from the time you were in school. You never talked about friends or anything back then.”
“I know, it seemed like the most boring part of my life when I was in school.” She chuckled dryly, hiding the truth behind her laughter.
“But I hope you have a good time there. Let me know as soon as you guys leave Port Angeles, so I know when to leave, alright?”
“Of course,” (Y/N) smiled. “Thanks, mom.”
“Any time, honey.”
After breakfast, (Y/N) cleaned all the used dishes and pans before going to her room to get ready with enough time to overthink her outfit and review talking topics in her head. As the time arrived to leave the house, her bed was covered in various items of clothing, her floor littered with shoes, all her jewelry scattered across her desk. Her hair had been braided and she had applied the slightest bit of makeup to cover any blemishes she didn’t want to be seen, a bit of mascara, and enough highlight to make her look awake and glowing. Rare was the time she did herself up like this, but she wanted to look her absolute best for her encounter with Carlisle – even if he had already seen her at her worst.
“You’ve always looked so pretty in red you know.” (Y/N) jumped slightly at the sound of her mother’s voice. “I think this is the one.”
“That’s perfect!” (Y/N) turned around and smiled at the piece of fabric her mother was holding in her hands. Taking it from her hands, Allison smiled at her daughter, her happiness being so contagious.
“Are you sure you’re just seeing a friend, (Y/N)?” Allison mused, a playful grin teasing her lips.
“Yes, mother. Just a friend.”
“Okay, honey,” she laughed. “Now, hurry up. It’s almost four.”
“Thanks, mom. I’ll be down in a sec.”
(Y/N) worked quickly to finish getting dressed, opting for a mix of silver and gold jewelry to accompany the red clothing she was sporting. She decided on some black boots to cover her feet. Although it was summer, Washington was still quite cold. Pairing her outfit with a black leather jacket, she sprung down the stairs with a bag on her back, finding her mother already waiting for her by the door.
“You look beautiful, darling.” Allison smiled, amazed at how much her daughter had grown up. It had only been four years, but so much had changed in that small amount of time. Allison had lost a son, and her relationship with her daughter was close to none. But her daughter was here now, and there’s nothing she wouldn’t do to keep her close.
The pair walked outside, getting into the car to drive to Forks. It was only a twenty-minute car ride, but the whole way (Y/N)’s hands felt clammy, and her heart was beating quickly. She tried her best to hide her nerves from the figure next to her, but every time Allison would steal a glance at the passenger side, she noted her daughter’s feelings. She did well not to draw attention to it, knowing it would do no good to her child. Deep down she knew (Y/N) wasn’t meeting up with just a friend.
“Call me as soon as you leave Port Angeles, okay?”
“I will, mom. I promise,” (Y/N) smiled. “Drive safe. Love you.”
“Love you, too. Have fun.”
(Y/N) watched as her mother’s car drove away, leaving a trail of car smoke behind it. She sat on a bench, waiting for Carlisle to arrive. And with every second that passed, her anxiety rose. Every time (Y/N) looked at her watch, she felt the time was getting closer but no sign of the blond. Before she knew it, 4:30 had arrived. She was starting to feel nervous about the possibility of a stand-up. Her first date had been ruined before it had begun.
In the Cullen household, Carlisle was running around exasperated. Alice had been berating him over and over about what he was wearing, what car he should take, what excuse to say on why he wasn’t eating that seemed human enough – things Carlisle had already known.
“Alice, thank you for everything, but I’m already late. What will she think if I don’t show up soon?”
“Oh, I’m just so excited, Carlisle. I’m glad you’re doing something for yourself.”
“Thank you, Alice. But if you don’t let me leave it will all be for naught.”
“Yes, yes! Go. Have fun!”
Alice waved at the retreating black Mercedes that was leaving the house, smiling at her father figure, the thought of his future only bringing her happiness.
On the bench, (Y/N) sat growing angsty. Carlisle wasn’t late by much, just a couple of minutes, but he didn’t strike her as someone that was tardy. She was starting to believe that maybe he was married, and he had been caught by his wife trying to leave. The breath hitched in her throat and tears were stinging the corners of her eyes. She fidgeted with her hands and followed with her eyes every car that passed in front of her on the street, none being Carlisle’s.
It was 4:50 when a black car stopped in front of the art center, the driver’s window rolling down. She felt her lungs finally fill back with air when she saw the pearly white smile she had been thinking of.
“Sorry for the tardiness, I’m normally early.” Carlisle got out of the car and opened the passenger door for her. “I hope you can forgive me for this.”
“No worries, I understand,” (Y/N) smiled. The jittery nervousness was back, but that underlying feeling that he was hiding something from her was still there. Pushing her intrusive thoughts back, she got in the car and waited for Carlisle to get in.
The first few minutes of the ride were silent, only the soft humming of the A/C and the music from the radio were heard. The silence was comfortable, his presence having a calming effect on her. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel to the beat of the song, not sure what to say. They were both too nervous to be the first ones to speak up.
“How have you been feeling these past few days?” The doctor in him couldn’t help but shine through to start a conversation.”
“I’ve been feeling okay, my mom won’t let me do anything other than what you recommended. It’s been quite boring, to say the least,” she chuckled. “Nothing like spending time in your office.”
“Can’t say I didn’t miss you there on Saturday. Kept looking up at the door waiting for you to come in at any point.” He smiled brightly, still looking at the road in front of him. “It was fun having you around.”
“It was fun being around. I think I might enjoy actually working there.”
“I would hope so.” His laugh was like music to her ears, as sweet as honey. He gleamed as he smiled, it was almost like she could see shimmer emanating from him. “You’re always welcome to come around whenever you like. As I said at the hospital, my door is always open.”
“Thank you, Carlisle. I truly appreciate that.”
It didn’t take long before they were at the restaurant. Although they did almost miss the reservation, Carlisle’s fast driving made sure they got there during the tardy window they had for their table.
Once they were settled at their table, they were finally able to stare into each other’s eyes. It had been such a short amount of time but there was adoration shining in their pupils. Anyone that saw them would think they were a couple with several years of love between them. (Y/N) believed everything was happening quickly too. The way she had become so infatuated with the man she had just met two weeks ago – she barely knew his name, but she felt so deeply for him.
(Y/N) wasn’t the only one who felt such strong feelings. Carlisle was feeling like a schoolboy in love, willing to ignore his instincts to have even just an inch of closeness to (Y/N). In two weeks, he had grown captivated by her, in a way he had hoped to be when meeting Esme – who in a century of being together had only grown to be his friend. But with every beautiful thought he had of (Y/N), he couldn’t help but think of everything standing in the way of their happiness. Even if they got together and revealed feelings for each other, they still had to overpass the treaty, the supernatural secret, and the dangers that might arise from their closeness.
“You’re not eating?” (Y/N) questioned, eyeing the plate of spaghetti and meatballs in front of her.
“I had a heavy lunch,” he reassured. “I’m still full of that, but you enjoy. Don’t worry about me.”
“You could have said something, though. I could’ve eaten at home, and we could be doing something else. It’s not very entertaining to watch someone eat.”
“I don’t mind.” She raised her eyebrow. “Truly. We can go get ice cream when you’re done so you can feel at ease of eating here.”
“Alright, that’s a deal.”
They engaged in small conversation before (Y/N) was done with her meal. There was a small ice cream shop near the restaurant where they both got a cone. The afternoon was comfortable, and a walk seemed good enough.
“Does this ease your worries of being the only one eating?”
“A tad, but next time you have to eat also. Or we should do something we can both enjoy.”
“So, I have a chance to do this a next time?” She grinned before taking a lick from the ice cream she held. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Well, I’m definitely not saying no.”
The sun had started to go down and, through the fog, the sky was turning a beautiful orange and pink hue. It was truly something out of a movie. As they walked down the strip, their hands danced around each other. Inching closer and closer, not daring to touch without permission. They both felt the closeness of their hands, neither responding to the calling of proximity they were yearning.
“Can I…” They both spoke up at the same time, a laugh interjecting the rest of their questions.
“Go ahead,” she chuckled.
“I was just wondering if I could hold your hand.”
“Funny, I was wondering the same.” They both smiled at each other, inching their hands quickly together.
A spark was exchanged through their skin, his coldness instantly perceived by her warmer skin. (Y/N) attributed the cold temperature to the ice cream he had been holding, not caring about the difference in degrees – it felt comforting in a way for her. (Y/N) smiled up at Carlisle and got closer to him, enjoying the cone in her hand and the presence of the man beside her.
Carlisle was surprised that she didn’t recoil when she felt his hand in hers, she seemed to actually enjoy the small act of intimacy. He was overjoyed that (Y/N) was reciprocating the feelings he was experiencing, but he could sense a bit of doubt in her.
“Is something the matter, (Y/N)?”
“What do you mean?” (Y/N) looked up at Carlisle, wondering if he could read her mind.
“It seems something might be troubling you.”
“It’s nothing to worry about, Carlisle. Don’t worry.”
“But I can see it’s bothering you.” Carlisle was now standing in front of her, his cone already discarded, and placed his free hand on her cheek. “You can tell me anything, (Y/N).”
“Alright,” she leaned into his touch before grabbing both his hands in hers. “There is something that I have been questioning.”
“What is it?”
“My mother commented on something the other day. Apparently, there’s talk that you’re married and have kids already with this person. And, as much as I like you, I would not enjoy being put into the position of being the other woman.” Although (Y/N) had gathered the courage to voice her worries, she was not able to look into his eyes when she spoke these words. She was putting everything on the table, and she didn’t know how he would take it.
“(Y/N), I can assure you now and forever I would never put you in a position where you’d have to go against what you believe. And this will not be the exception.” He lifted her chin and held her stare so she would trust in the words he was declaring. “I am not married, and I have never been. I adopted 5 teenagers with my best friend and people just assume that we are a couple. I am tremendously infatuated with you, (Y/N), and I wouldn’t want anything to come between whatever could flourish between us. I hope you can trust that all I’ve said is nothing but the truth.”
“I do, Carlisle,” she smiled. “I don’t believe there’s any reason for you to lie to me, and I appreciate your honesty. I’m excited to see what will become of us.”
“You truly are something special, (Y/N) Uley.” A smile painted onto his face as his eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips, wanting nothing more than to seal that statement with a kiss.
“As are you, Carlisle Cullen.” The man would not wait long before their lips first made contact.
(Y/N) stood on her tiptoes and balanced herself holding onto one of Carlisle’s arms, closing the gap between them – Carlisle lowered his head to meet her halfway. Electricity rang through their bodies, feeling a ripple in time where pieces of a puzzle had finally fallen into place. Their lips both curled into a smile, and Carlisle’s hand landed on (Y/N)’s neck to deepen the kiss.
The girl wasn’t sure if she was dreaming -- this being a strange fever dream had crossed her mind. But being able to touch him and be as close as she was now told her that she wasn’t.
On the other hand, as happy as he was, Carlisle couldn’t help but feel guilty. Nothing stopped the thought that he could be putting his family in danger, or worse, (Y/N). He knew just by having her be associated with the Cullen clan she would have a target on her back, and if the Quileute tribe found out of their relationship it could be grounds for the dissolution of the treaty. Carlisle would never forgive himself if he did anything to jeopardize the lives of the people he most cared for. But for now, he would allow himself to enjoy the moment and take everything as it developed.
So I've considered a third option in terms of placement for the Cullen home.
Yesterday i explored the what ifs of putting the Cullen home to the left of the 101.
But to be honest I have always imagined the Cullen house on the East side of the highway so let's see if we can make that work.
As we know, from the google maps images from yesterday's post, immediately north of Forks, the only area where the Sol Duc runs close to the highway is, presently and as far as i can tell has been for some time, the site of various campgrounds, outdoor sporting facilities and inns, while the other side of the river runs quite close to a road and some patches that have been cleared by the logging industry.
but how about if we venture a bit father north.
Ten minutes drive North of Forks is an area called Beaver and it is now my belief that the Cullen property is likely closer to Beaver than Forks. This actually lines up quite well with Bella's statement "Well, the Cullens don't live in town, do they?"
And, I believe that Beaver still falls in the Quillayute Valley school district, so it's still consistent that the Cullens would attend Forks High.
Around this area. This allows the river to be south of the house , but also gives makes it possible for Rose and Edward to walk "North along the river" in midnight sun. And there's NOTHING on the other side of the river for a good four miles, plenty of space for Bella and Edward's cottage.