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Hope you don't mind I'm back again!

Can I please have Garrett or Alistair returning to their girl after a long trip? She's visited the beach every day waiting for him to return and he does of course she's overjoyed and (attempts to) tackles him to the ground. 🥹🥰 I appreciate anything you can do!!

Tackled by love - Alistair X Reader

The sun was setting on the beach, casting a warm, golden hue across the sand. Your bare feet sank into the soft grains as you gazed out over the horizon, waiting. It had been days, maybe weeks, since Alistair had left for his travels, and every day you found yourself here, walking the shore, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. You have told yourself it was just a passing feeling, a fleeting desire to see him, but that was a lie. You missed him. Terribly.

The ocean waves lapped at your ankles as you hugged your arms around yourself, sighing softly. She tried to distract herself—reading, going for walks, maybe even trying to spend time with the others, but nothing ever felt right without him here.

Just as you were about to turn and leave, you heard it. Footsteps.

A shadow fell over the sand, and before you could even turn around, you felt him. His scent hit you first, a mixture of the outdoors and the faintest trace of danger, but the one thing you have come to associate with home. With him.

You spun around just in time to see Alistair stepping onto the beach, his eyes immediately locking onto yours. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took in your wide eyes and the unmistakable joy written all over your face. He have known how much you have been waiting for him, but seeing it on your face now? It made his heart—if he still had one—clench.

Before he could even say anything, you rushed forward.

“Alistair!” You cried out, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush.

He barely had time to react as you launched yourself at him, tackling him to the sand with all the force of your excitement and pent-up emotions. He let out a surprised grunt as he fell backward, his arms instinctively wrapping around you to catch your fall.

You both landed in a heap of limbs, laughter bubbling from your throat. You straddled him, grinning down at his stunned expression as you tried to catch your breath.

“Did you miss me?” You teased, eyes sparkling.

Alistair blinked up at you, still recovering from the shock of your tackle. “You have gained quite the… enthusiasm since I left.” he said dryly, though his lips twitched with amusement.

“Oh, I’ve missed you, you old grump.” you muttered, your fingers threading through his hair as you leaned down, brushing your lips against his in a gentle kiss.

He let out a low chuckle, hands sliding up your back, holding you close as you both melted into the kiss. His cold hands felt like home, his touch the thing you’d craved most while he have been gone.

“You nearly took me out.” he said with a small smile, his voice gruff but affectionate.

“You deserve it for making me wait so long.” you replied, rolling your hips slightly, just enough to let him know you weren’t quite done with your affection yet.

He raised an eyebrow, the amusement in his eyes deepening. “I see I’ve been missed.”

“You have no idea.” You leaned down, kissing him again—longer this time, more desperate as the tension of days apart finally caught up with you both.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, just held each other tightly, your bodies against each other as the world seemed to quiet around you. The ocean waves were the only sound, and even they seemed distant as you basked in the warmth of his return.

Alistair pulled away slightly, his eyes softening as he studied you. “I never intended for you to wait like this.” he murmured, though the words were more regretful than anything. “I should’ve come back sooner.”

You shook your head, pressing a finger to his lips. “You’re back now.” you whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “And that’s all that matters.”

He gazed at you for a moment, as if memorizing every detail of your face, before finally nodding, his expression softening. “I promise I won’t leave you again… unless absolutely necessary.” His words held a weight of sincerity. “You mean more to me than you know.”

You smiled, resting your forehead against his. “I know. Now shut up and kiss me again.”

And he did.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, everything was right in the world.

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You are kind of a mean girl.😬

I will take that as a compliment!!!!🎀

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Good night sweetheart, I hope you are doing well on your final exams!! Could you do some headcanons on Garret and Kate with a silent partner? They are both very loud

• Garrett is LOUD. We all know this.

• But when youare around, he is like mildly quieter.

• Not that he stops being loud, he still shout about something across the room, but every now and then, he glance at you for a second.

• It’s almost like he wants to make sure you are not silently judging him.

• It only makes him more dramatic. You got this calm aura, and he is literally obsessed with it.

• You are the one who can make him pause in the middle of a rant with just a simple look.

• Kate is a firecracker.

• She loves to joke around, be sarcastic, and playfully argue with Garrett, but when it comes to you? It’s like there is this unspoken understanding that she doesn’t have to compete for attention.

• Your silence doesn’t faze her—if anything, she thinks it’s a challenge.

• She will still throw out her usual loud energy, but she sneak little glances at you to see if you are kind of impressed or reacting.

• And when she catches you smiling? You know it’s the highlight of her day.

• There is just something about having you around that calms her, but she is not quite ready to admit it.

• There’s a strange sense of calm when you are around them.

• Garrett will go on a 15-minute rant about something ridiculous, and then he will look at you to gauge your reaction.

• Your expression is usually neutral—but it speaks volumes.

• Kate, despite her wild energy, has this moment where she stops mid-argument just to stare at you. The longer you stay silent, the more she softens.

• She can’t help it. You just have this quiet power that pulls them in.

• In private, when they are alone with you, the dynamic shifts.

• Garrett is still loud and expressive—but with you? He knows when to tone it down because you don’t need the volume to understand him.

• Kate may be playful and sarcastic, but she will also sneak in soft moments of affection, usually without saying a word. She will probably touch your arm, your hand, give you a soft look that makes her teasing smile so much more intense.

• There is something about you that makes their loud personalities seem… quieter. And they love that.

• Garrett and Kate can finally take a breath, not having to prove anything—just being in your presence makes them feel seen.

• You ground them in a way they didn’t know they needed. They talk, but they realize they don’t have to fill the space with noise. Your silence gives them the room to just be.

• And the moments when you speak? That’s when they are fully entranced. Because when you speak, it’s so much more powerful coming from someone who is usually so quiet.

• Garrett will always be loud, Kate will always be electric, and you will always be the one holding it all together with your silence.

• They will fight. They will tease. They will argue. But at the end of the day, you are the one who will keep everything from falling apart with just one look or a gentle touch.

• They are a mess. But you’re their calm in the storm. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Balance.

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Hi!!! Can I ask for Amun and Kebi with an newly adopted GenZ young child vampire? (Someone get these two ancients a chair when this kid goes on and on about how Benjamin is literally Aang from Avatar 🤣)

• Amun is used to control,stoicism and being a leader.

• So when this Gen Z vampire child starts going off about how Benjamin is literally Aang from Avatar, he is like:😐

“Who… or what… is Aang? And why are you comparing my powerful Benjamin to some child?”

• The child goes on and on, explaining the “Avatar State” and how Benjamin control over the elements is just like Aang.

• Amun is sitting there, just… absolutely lost.

• Kebi is secretly snickering in the background, but Amun is trying his best to keep up, nodding like he understands.

• Kebi? She’s sitting there, side-eyeing Amun as you talk about why is it logical.

• Sheis trying not to laugh, and Amun is giving her that death stare, but Kebi? She is so done.

• She finds it all hilarious. She is watching Amun struggle, and she is secretly so proud.

• This kid is full of energy.

• Amun is used to centuries of calm, ancient silence.

• This new Gen Z child, are talking a mile a minute about everything you have learned in the past 20 minutes watching Tiktok’s.

• Amun is on edge. He is this close to just locking himself away in his room to escape the chaos.

• But you—YOU—are an absolute force of nature.

• He is sitting there, looking at Kebi for help, and all she does is shrug and say, “At least they are not boring.”

• Amun doesn’t even know what to say anymore, so he just nods along and hopes this phase passes quickly.

• You keep mentioning how Benjamin is like Aang because of his elemental control, and Amun just nods like he gets it.

• Inside? He is wondering “What kind of Aang could this possibly be?”

• Amun and Kebi are just now realizing that they got this tiny, hyper Gen Z vampire in their lives who is obsessed with things they literally don’t understand.

• They love you—they adore you—but sometimes…

You Are A Lot

• Kebi? She is already thinking how to fix whatever you break next

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Could u do twilight garrett x reader with a Scottish accent ( just finished watching a Scooby doo episode that was set in Scotland and was inspired). You can freestyle it however you like. All I ask is that she is human when they meet.

Aye,You are Stuck With Me Now

The first time Garrett heard your voice and your charming accent, he thought he was hallucinating.

Standing in the middle of a freezing, rain-soaked Highland road, he turned to see you marching toward him, wrapped in a thick wool coat, boots sinking into the mud with every determined step.

“Right, you absolute numpty, do you think you can just stand in the middle o’ the road like some kinda ghost and not expect folk tae crash?”

Garrett blinked. He had been many things in his time—a rebel, a wanderer, an enthusiast for all things chaotic—but never had he been called a “numpty.”

He grinned. “Numpty, huh? That’s a new one.”

You scoffed, waving a hand. “Aye, well, if the shoe fits, pal.You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Garrett hadn’t realized he has been standing so still, lost in thought. The storm had rolled in faster than he expected, and he had simply stopped walking, letting the rain batter against his skin. He hadn’t worried about the car coming down the road—he could have dodged it in an instant—but you didn’t know that.

You just saw a man in the middle of the road, seemingly unbothered by the storm, and had stopped your car to yell at him.

Brave. Reckless. Intriguing.

Garrett liked that.

—————

By the time you dragged him into the warmth of the nearest pub, demanding he dry off before he caught a cold,Garrett was officially entertained.

You plopped a steaming cup of tea in front of him, sitting across the worn wooden table with a suspicious glare. “So, what’s you deal then? You some kind of lost tourist? Hiker? Vampire?”

He nearly choked on air. His red eyes flickered to yours, searching for any sign of actual knowledge, but you just smirked, sipping your own tea.

“Are you joking?” he asked, curious.

You shrugged. “But you didn’t deny it, so now I’m wondering if I should be worried.”

Garrett leaned in slightly, smirk widening. “Would you be?”

You studied him for a moment before huffing. “Nah. If ye were a vampire, I reckon you would ave better things to do than sit here drinking tea like some kinda civilized fella.”

Garrett laughed—loud and genuine. “Oh, darling,you have no idea.”

⸻

He stuck around.

Not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

You were a firecracker wrapped in sarcasm, and he was utterly hooked. Your accent was thick, your insults relentless, and your tolerance for his nonsense dangerously high.

“You’ve got a mouth on you.” he mused one night, watching as you argued with some poor lad at the bar who dared to insult your taste in whisky.

“And you got a face that’s asking to be slapped.”you shot back, though there was a teasing glint in your eyes.

Garrett just grinned.

⸻

It wasn’t until a week later that he realized the truth.

That your scent was the only one that made him pause, that the idea of leaving you made something in his chest tighten.

You had him wrapped around your finger, and you didn’t even know it.

One evening, as you sat beside a roaring fire, your head resting against his shoulder, you mumbled sleepily, “You ever gonna tell me why you don’t feel the cold?”

Garrett exhaled a slow, amused breath. He glanced down at you, your lashes fluttering as you fought sleep, and ran his fingers through your hair.

“Darling.” he murmured, voice low and warm, “I think you already know.”

You smiled, eyes still closed. “But I like hearing you say it.Whatever,you are stuck with me now”

Garrett chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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Everyone being lovey-dovey and touchy-feely. We got kisses. We got face touching. We got the Amazons! And Eleazar and Carmen and Tanya! 

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Me requesting again 🥰🥰 Would you mind having Alistair or Garrett finding out that his mate has cochlear implants? I'm sure they would be fascinated at how it bypassed the damaged parts of her ear and how the sound it creates could be different than how most people hear(I'm thinking she was born deaf but Carlisle offered to perform the surgery when her original doctor was unable to). If she could be plus size too please 🥹🥰 I appreciate anything you can do!! I love your work so much!

The Sound of You

Garrett had seen his fair share of unusual, fascinating things over the centuries—immortality kind of does that to a person. But you? You were something else entirely.

He noticed you the moment you walked into the room, your energy instantly filling the space. The way you carried yourself—confident, despite the fact you clearly weren’t the typical “perfect” shape or look that most people would gravitate toward. Your smile was unbothered, unapologetic, and something about it drew him in like a moth to a flame.

But then he learned something about you—something that made him fall even harder for you.

“You can’t hear me?” Garrett asked, surprised, as you adjusted your hair, revealing two small, discreet devices behind your ears.

You paused mid-conversation, blinking. “Oh. The cochlear implants. Yeah. I was born deaf, but I can hear now. Just… a different way.”

Garrett eyes widened, and for a split second, he forgot to blink. “Different way?” He echoed, taking a step closer. “You can hear, but not like everyone else?”

“Yup,” you said casually, already used to explaining it. “Carlisle actually did the surgery for me when my original doctor couldn’t. Took me a few weeks to get used to it, but it’s awesome now.”

He stared at you, captivated, as if you were the most interesting thing he’d ever laid eyes on. The way your eyes twinkled when you spoke about it, and the gentle hum of confidence you exuded made him want to know everything.

Garrett couldn’t help but ask, “So… how does it work? I’m guessing the sound you hear is… different?”

You laughed lightly, sitting down. “You could say that. It’s not the same as what most people hear. It’s like… the sound is being recreated in my head, bypassing the parts of my ear that don’t work. So, for me, a lot of sounds are a little sharper. Some are muffled, some more tinny. I can hear everything, but it doesn’t have the same quality as when you hear it naturally.”

Garrett brows furrowed, clearly fascinated. “That’s amazing. So… you hear differently than I do. You are telling me your entire experience of sound is, like, custom?”

You nodded, giving him a playful smile. “Pretty much. But I like it that way. It’s how I have always heard.”

He crouched down in front of you, his curiosity making him forget the usual boundaries. “I can’t even imagine how that feels. I mean, sound is just… sound, right? But for you, it’s something else.”

You laughed again, a deep, warm laugh that felt like a spark. “That’s the thing. It’s sound, but it’s… my sound, you know? It’s a little like seeing colors in a different way than everyone else. But I’m used to it, and honestly? I love it. It’s part of who I am.”

Garrett leaned in, looking deeply at you. His eyes softened as he realized just how extraordinary you were—not just because of your implants, but because you didn’t let anything define you. Not the world expectations. Not anyone else standards. You were completely unapologetically you, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“You are an incredible woman” he murmured, reaching for your hand. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around how you experience the world.”

You smiled, not looking away. “It’s pretty wild. But it’s my normal.”

Garrett nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving you. “I like that. I like you.”

You tilted your head. “You are kinda adorable when you look fascinated.”

“Fascinated? You are a freaking miracle, and I’m just trying to keep up.” He shook his head, trying to find words to match the feelings in his chest. “You see the world in a way that nobody else does.”

You met his eyes, your expression turning serious for a moment. “And you? How do you see me?”

Garrett smiled, that same fiery intensity filling his gaze. “I see you as someone who is unstoppable. Someone who takes everything the world throws at them and makes it their own. You are the only one who could make me feel this way.”

You blinked, slightly taken aback by his words. “I’m not—”

“Yeah, you are,” Garrett interrupted, his voice suddenly more intense. “You are. You might not even see it, but you are perfect the way you are. Every single part of you, including your sound. I want to know everything about you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again, shaking your head. “You really don’t know what you are getting into, huh?”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t care,” Garrett replied, his voice low and steady. “All I know is that the sound of your voice… it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

You blinked, your cheeks flushing a little at the sincerity in his words. And in that moment, you realized—he wasn’t just fascinated by how you heard things. He was fascinated by you.

It didn’t matter that you were different. It didn’t matter that you had to go through something most people would never understand. All that mattered was that you were yourselves—and that was enough.

Garrett stood up, offering you a hand with a teasing smile. “So, when is the next time I get to hear your world?”

You raised an eyebrow, taking his hand. “Soon enough, Garrett. Soon enough.”

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I Was studying for my finals but here I am

Missed me ?

🎀🎀🎀🎀

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Girl I've been thinking and I think vampires are too in connection with their mate for their moods to affect them. I can imagine Romanians in a bad mood when their partner has their period or something.

Por cierto, te pareces un poco a Carmen Denali. ✨

AYYY GRACIAS MI AMOR😭😭💖💖💖

ANYWAYS

Listen. The way Stephenie Meyer wrote vampire mates in Twilight makes it impossible for these creatures to have any sort of emotional independence once they’ve bonded. Like, their mate breathes funny, and suddenly their whole mood shifts.

You are telling me a vampire—an immortal, ancient fossil predator—could be THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD and yet, the second their mate stubs their toe, they are instantly in fight mode?

Make it make sense.

I guess the bond is so intense that they don’t just care about their mate emotions—they physically feel them.

You got a papercut from opening an Shein package too fast? : Your vampire mate suddenly turns into a raging, miserable mess.

Stefan and Vladimir are grumbling in ancient Romanian because they can feel your discomfort and can’t do anything about it.

This is why vampires are bad at handling human mates. They don’t just feel bad for you—they physically feel like something is WRONG.

Their mates are having a bad day? So are they.

Their mates are irritated? They are too.

There is no escape. You could try to fake being fine, but let’s be real—they know.

Now, add in the fact that their mate is in literal pain every month for no reason.

They would be MISERABLE.

Stefan is next to you like 😠 because he can feel your discomfort and it’s ruining his day.And his eternity.

Vladimir would be rambling in dramatic ancient vampire: “This is a design flaw. Who allowed this?”

Expect unhinged Romanian rants about how human bodies are weak and stupid.

Human is mad = They are devastated.

Human is upset = They are upset.

You give them the silent treatment? They are physically in pain.

You can’t even be like “I need space” because they would be like “That is literally not possible.”

Human is happy, they’re ecstatic.

Human is sad, they are on the verge of existential crisis.

SO YES : Dating a vampire means your cramps are now their problem.

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Just wanted to post this ,anyways💋💋💋💋💋

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May I request Benjamin finding his mate shortly after she was changed? She doesn't know who changed her, last she remembered she was lost in a snow storm and thought she was about to die. She's unstable with her abilities(figured this might be kinda fun if he finds her in an area where it's usually warm but suddenly it's snowing). I figure with his ability to control elements he'd be happy to help her learn to control it.

She's also got quite unique eyes as well, hers didn't turn red like a vampire(though no one knows why). If she could be plus sized too please? I love your work so much!!! 🥰😭

The Storm Within

It wasn’t supposed to be snowing.

Benjamin stood at the edge of the forest, watching as thick snowflakes drifted down to the ground. The chill in the air didn’t match the warm glow of the sun, and yet, there it was—snow in the middle of what should have been a summer day.

The temperature had dropped in a matter of moments, something that made Benjamin pause. His gift—the ability to control the elements—was sensitive to such shifts, and the storm around him felt wrong. Unnatural.

A figure appeared in the distance, a woman standing alone in the middle of the strange snowstorm. Her long hair was blowing in the wind, and her form was a silhouette against the heavy snowfall. But Benjamin senses weren’t deceived. His heart, too, skipped at the sight. She was familiar in a way that couldn’t be explained.

The wind howled around her, and Benjamin narrowed his eyes. She was powerful, more so than most humans he encountered before their transformation. Her energy hummed through the air in a way he couldn’t quite place.

With a flash of instinct, Benjamin moved forward, the snowflakes swirling more violently around her as if drawn to her presence. Her breath came out in soft gasps, her hands raised as if trying to grasp the swirling wind, confusion and panic clear on her face.

He stepped into her line of sight just as she glanced up, her eyes flashing—strikingly different from any vampire or human he had ever met. There was something almost mystical about them, something that called to him. Something right.

“Hey!” Benjamin called, approaching carefully, his voice calm but urgent. “You need to stop this. You are in danger.”

The woman flinched as if she hadn’t expected anyone to speak to her. Her confusion only deepened, and she shook her head, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and uncertainty. “I… I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t—”

She stuttered to a stop as a sudden gust of wind ripped through the clearing, sending a flurry of snowflakes flying. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and she stumbled, her knees buckling as she tried to control the chaos.

Benjamin moved quickly, reaching out and grabbing her wrist, steadying her. The moment his skin touched hers, he felt the pull, that undeniable bond. His mate.

She blinked up at him, her eyes wide in shock. “Who are you?”

“I’m Benjamin.” he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady. “And I think I might be the person who can help you.”

The confusion deepened, and she pulled her wrist away, stumbling back, looking around, as if trying to make sense of the sudden shift in the world around her. “What’s happening to me? The last thing I remember… I was lost in a snowstorm. I thought I was going to die, and now… I’m here, and everything is different. And you—” Her voice cracked. “What am I?”

Benjamin stepped closer, his own powers calming the wind around them, the storm slowly dissipating as his control over the elements reasserted itself. The weather obeyed him, but it was clear she was still unsteady with her own abilities.

“I think you’ve been changed.” Benjamin explained, keeping his tone gentle. “And I’m going to help you learn how to control all this. But first, we need to figure out what happened to you.”

Her gaze shifted downward, and Benjamin could see the anxiety on her face, the weight of the unknown pressing heavily on her. She had no memories of her change, no idea why her eyes were gold instead of red like any other vampire. There was so much fear in her—the fear of what she was, what she had become. It mirrored his own experiences when he first been changed.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You can help me?”

Benjamin smiled softly, his heart warming at her vulnerability. “I can. And more than that, I think I’m your mate.”

Her breath caught, and she took a step back, her hands shaking at her sides. “Mate?” She gave a small, bitter laugh. “I don’t know what I am. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I thought I was going crazy. How could I—how could I be your mate?”

“Because I feel it too.” Benjamin said, his voice reassuring. He could sense the connection between them, the bond sparking in the air like electricity. He had no doubt she was his. “It’s okay. We will figure it out together. You are not alone anymore.”

Her eyes searched his face for a moment, as if trying to find any hint of deception. When she found none, she nodded slowly, stepping back toward him.

“I—I don’t know what to do.” she admitted. “I don’t know how to control this. I didn’t even know what was happening when… when the storm started. It just came.”

Benjamin stepped closer, his hands reaching out to guide her. “I know. But you can learn, just like I did. We can take it slow. No pressure. You just need to trust yourself—and trust me.”

She met his eyes, her gaze so full of questions and uncertainty. But there was something else there, too. Something deep inside her that pulled toward him, the bond that was beginning to form between them.

And for the first time, she smiled, a small, tentative thing. “Okay. I trust you.”

Benjamin gave her a reassuring smile. He felt the weight of the moment settle between them. The uncertainty was still there, but now, there was hope. There was potential.

“I’ll teach you.” he said softly, his voice warm. “We will figure this out. Together.”

And with that, the snowstorm finally began to dissipate entirely, the world around them returning to a calm that matched the peaceful moment between them.

Her eyes never left his as she took a step closer, their connection beginning to bloom into something deeper, something permanent. The beginning of a journey they would share.

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Hi cuties!

I was sick,so i couldn’t write anything this days.

Im better now,so everyone be ready for some cute content!!!!

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Heyy would you write Denalis x human reader who doesn’t want to turn into a vampire?

Carmen

Carmen

• Loves you too much to push you.

• Carmen is the sweetest, always asking what you need, what’s on your mind. She knows you are not ready to make that choice.

• Carmen love is unconditional, and she will stand by you as you decide whether or not you want to join her world.

• But when you get too close to danger, she gets furiously protective, refusing to let anything harm you.

• She will 100% try to make your human life more enjoyable in small ways—maybe she teaching you some vampire skills,but only for fun.

• She respects your decision but still, she holds your hand tighter every time someone brings up the issue.

Eleazar

• Patient. Thoughtful. Persuasive—but never pushy.

• Eleazar, with his analytical mind, often thinks about what best for you, especially when he knows you are struggling with the idea of becoming a vampire.

• He listens. Always. If you feel unsure, he will be there to talk through it with you, giving you all the time in the world to make the decision.

• Never pressure you into something you are not ready for, but he might accidentally make you feel like you are being swept into his world anyway, with how natural he makes being a vampire seem.

• And if you choose not to, he will love you with a calm assurance, knowing you made the right choice for you.

Tanya

• Stubborn and passionate, but incredibly gentle when it comes to you.

• Tanya can’t stand the idea of losing you, but she would never force you into becoming a vampire.

• Tanya doesn’t hide her hurt when the idea of turning you comes up, but she respects your wishes completely.

• Low-key, she might try to talk you into it, sweetly—like getting you a necklace with a hidden message inside about her love for you, to make you feel less scared about the future.

• Still, even if you say no,she is not pushing.

Kate

• Protective to the point of aggression, but she’ll never pressure you into changing.

• Kate’s a little more intense when it comes to your safety—she is always worried that, as a human, you are in danger just being around vampires.

• But she respects your decision. If you are firm in your choice, she is going to stand by you, even though her instincts make her want to sweep you into her arms and never let go.

• She will always have that fierce loyalty to you, even if you remain human. She might push you to learn self-defense or how to fight, just to make sure you can defend yourself.

• If you do face danger, she will handle it ruthlessly, protecting you in ways that make her seem more dangerous than any vampire.

Irina

• Hurt but understanding.

• Irina might feel a little betrayed by your refusal, because she can already see the beauty of the immortality she offers, but she will never force you into it.

• Irina might be quieter, more reserved when it comes to her feelings on the matter, but she is still there, holding your hand and being incredibly patient while you come to terms with your own decision.

• If you choose not to become a vampire, she will grieve, but she would never let you see the extent of it. She will remain calm, collected, and respectful of your choice, even if it pains her.

• Still, in the quieter moments, she would probably talk to you about immortality, like it’s an invitation—but she won’t push you.Just offer it.

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I hope this doesn’t sound creepy but i genuinely have a huge crush on you.

💗💗💗💗💗💗

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Senna having a human gen z (female) as a mate Headcanons

Also

The human is so chaotic!

• Senna is unshakable. Literally nothing fazes her.

• Her mate? A walking hurricane of chaos.

• She watches them dodge death daily—tripping over nothing, running headfirst into danger, talking back to vampires like they won’t get snapped in half.

• Does she stop them? No. She just catches them effortlessly every time.

• Silent judgment, maximum protection.

• Doesn’t scold them, just stares.

• Her human: “Senna, babe, you’re not gonna believe what I just did—”

• Senna: “…I believe it.”

• Is always right behind them when they do something dumb.

• Will literally grab them by the back of their hoodie if needed.

• Unbothered but possessive.

• Will let them run their mouth at other vampires—until someone actually threatens them.

• Then it’s instant silence, instant death glare.

• Doesn’t speak much, but the look she gives is enough to make grown vampires back off.

• Acts like their babysitter, but secretly loves it.

• Pretends to be exasperated by their antics, but the corners of her mouth twitch when they do something ridiculous.

• Their chaos brings something new and unexpected into her centuries-old existence.

• She enjoys watching them spiral into existential crises over the dumbest things.

• Physical affection? Endless.

• Their favorite activity is climbing on her like a koala.

• Strokes their hair absentmindedly while they rant about their problems.

• Her human tests fate daily.

• Her human is clingy but avoidant.

• Clings to Senna like a lifeline, but the second they start getting too vulnerable—

• Adapting to vampire life? Chaos.

• Refuses to walk like a normal person in the jungle.

• Swings on vines, does unnecessary parkour, and falls out of trees daily.

• Senna is always there to catch them. Always.

• Endgame? Absolutely.

• They are her chaos, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything.

• Watches their unhinged existence with quiet amusement and endless patience.

• Holds them tight at night, even when they’re talking nonsense at 3 AM.

• “Senna, do you think vampires pay taxes?”

• “…Go to sleep.”

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May I request Alistair finding his mate when he comes to Forks? Her scent draws him in like a good book and a warm fire on a rainy afternoon. 🥰 If she could be a plus size human off in the forest reading(snuggled up in a warm sweater under a tree) that would be wonderful!

-A warm fire on a rainy day-

Alistair x Plus-Size Human Reader

It’s raining in Forks. Of course. The sky is a dark, swirling mess of clouds, spitting rain that batters the trees like a thousand tiny drumbeats.

Alistair was just wandering through the woods,as always.Though this time he was scaping from the chaos of the Cullen’s house,and the upcoming confrontation with The Volturi.

He wasn’t tracking anything,or at least not trying to,but his nostrils caught a sweet smell,calling to him.

A scent. Her scent.

It’s sweet. Warm, like the feeling of sitting in front of a fire with a good book in hand, the rain tapping against the windows. He has been to a thousand places, met a thousand people,and hated every single one,but this? This scent makes him feel something. Makes him forget the icy walls he built around his heart for centuries.

It’s an intoxicating mix of vanilla and something earthy—woodsy, even—like the forest itself had wrapped its arms around her and gifted her to him.And for the first time,he wasn’t going to run away.

He steps closer, feets barely making a sound as he moves between the thick trees, following the pull like some kind of twisted instinct.

And then, he sees her.

There she is, curled up under the trunk of a tree, deep in her thoughts like the world doesn’t matter. She is reading—her big, soft sweater swallowed her figure, making her cozy.

God, she is beautiful.

Her dark hair is messy from the wind, and her face—her cheeks flushed pink from the cold—has this kind of calmness to it, like if she were completely absorbed in her world. Sheis so human, so fragile, yet there is something about the way she sits there that makes his heart feel a little too full.

He steps forward, not making a sound, eyes flickering over her as she shifts, leaning back against the tree to get comfortable. There is a smile on her face. A soft one. Like she is in a place that belongs to only her.

Without thinking, he steps closer, the wind carrying his scent toward her. His eyes narrow, watching as her head tilts, nose twitching. Her book is forgotten for a moment as she looks around, that soft, curious gaze scanning the area as if she is sensing something.

And then her eyes land on him.

The world stops.

For a brief, ridiculous moment, he thinks he is caught in some kind of trance.The way her eyes soften when they lock onto his, the way the faintest blush creeps up her neck—it feels like she is already known he is been here.

“…Hello?” Her voice is soft, a little uncertain, but there is this spark of curiosity. A hint of nervousness, but also, strangely, comfort.

Oh, God. He’s lost.

Alistair hesitates. Vampires don’t get nervous.And specially not him,to start with,he does not like people.

But here he is, unsure how to move, unsure of the weight of this moment. He wants to say something,anything.But for once, he feels like he is not the one in control.

“Your scent…” He clears his throat, realizing he is staring, his body betraying him.

“It’s… it’s like a good book. A warm fire on a rainy day.” He finishes,his voice softer than ever.

She blinks, eyes wide, and for a second, Alistair thinks she might laugh at him, but she doesn’t. Instead, she smiles softly, pulling the sweater closer around herself. The book is forgotten.

“Sounds nice.” she says with a soft giggle, her eyes sparkling. “I think it’s my favorite part about rainy days.”

Her smile makes his heart tighten in a way he doesn’t quite understand, but he is addicted already. Her presence is like coming home—even if he never been here before.

“I’m Alistair.” he says, more composed now, his voice a little smoother than before.

Her lips curl into a gentle smile. “I’m (Y/N). I didn’t expect to meet anyone out here today.”

Alistair can’t stop himself. He’s already sitting down beside her—closer than he has ever been to anyone in years. Not even a second thought, just instinct pulling him closer.

“So, what’s the book about?” He asks, the words casual, like they are nothing. Like just two strangers talking.

But it feels like more. And they both know it.

Her cheeks flush, and her hands curl around the pages of the book like she is holding something fragile. “Oh, it’s just a fantasy story.Soulmates and crazy,unreal stuff.”

That hits him like a hammer to the chest.

She is not even looking at him when she says it, too focused on her book, but Alistair can’t stop the pulse of warmth that floods through him at the thought. His hand twitches, wanting to reach out, but something holds him back.

“Sounds like the perfect story.” he mutters, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Her eyes meet his, those eyes so full of life, of everything Alistair has tried so hard to avoid for centuries. And in that moment, he feels it.

Her. His mate.

She closes the book slowly, her fingers brushing against his hand as she places it on her lap. “I’m glad you think so.”

Alistair doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. His eyes are full of all the words he doesn’t have the courage to say yet.

And for the first time in his long life, he feels like he has found exactly what he has been searching for.

In that moment, Alistair knows one thing: his soulmate, in all her human fragility, is sitting right next to him, and this rainy day might just be the start of something that will last forever.

[simpfordemetri]

Terrified of missing you

Part 2

The engagement ring on Lilia finger felt heavier than it ever had before.The weight of their eyes on her felt suffocating,like if the bond were ripping out her chest due to the distance,to the new decisions.

Amun and Kebi hadn’t let her leave—not by force,or command. But by something deeper. Something unspoken.And she had let them.

She should have walked out the door. She should have told them goodbye for good. Instead, she sat between them, her hands curled into fists against her lap, her heart a traitorous thing pounding against her ribs.Her eyes avoiding theirs,but somehow theirs always found hers.

Amun had barely moved since she sat down, but his gaze was burning into her like fire. “Do you love him?” There,the question that could change everything,there it was,again.But this time,waiting for the truth to be told.

Lilia swallowed. “I told you, I—”

“Do not lie” Amun cut in, sharp.A rare vulnerability was cracking in his voice,his eyes searching answers in yours.

Her breath hitched.

The truth was cruel.

She did love Matt.

But not the way she loved them.

Not with the same all-consuming pull, not with the same ache that had never really left her, not with the same longing that had driven her to keep their necklace, to keep some piece of them close, even when she tried to move on.

Her love form Matt was human,temporal,not fated.

Amun jaw tightened. Kebi, silent as ever, sat beside him, watching. Lilia wasn’t sure how Kebi could say so much without speaking at all.

But then Kebi moved again—her fingers trailing forward, brushing against Lilia wrist like she had before. That simple touch sent a shiver up Lilia spine. It was gentle. Not possessive, not demanding. Just a touch.A reminder.

Lilia exhaled, slow and shaky. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” she murmured.

Amun was still, his expression unreadable. “You already said it” he said after a moment. “You are terrified of missing us.”

Lilia squeezed her eyes shut. “That doesn’t mean I can just come back.”

“Why not?” Amun asked,his voice a soft whisper.

She let out a bitter laugh, opening her eyes. “Because you don’t change, Amun. You expect me to fit into your life the way you want me to, and I can’t.” Her voice wavered. “That’s why I left.”

Amun lips pressed together, and for the first time, he looked lost.

Kebi tilted her head slightly. “What would make you stay?”

Lilia blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“What do you need?” Kebi asked softly. “To stay?Say it and it will be yours.”

Lilia throat tightened. They asked her that before. Not once.

She hesitated. She wasn’t sure if she had an answer.

But then she looked at Amun—proud, possessive Amun, who had let her go once and now sat there, watching her like he was scared to even breathe the wrong way.

And she looked at Kebi, who had always seemed like an extension of Amun, but now, now—she was the one reaching for Lilia first.

Lilia fingers curled around the chain at her neck.

And she thought about Matt. About the way he made her laugh, the way he held her hand so easily. About the way she hadn’t told him about Amun and Kebi, about what they had been to her, because deep down, some part of her had never really let them go.

What did she need?She wasn’t sure.

But she knew what she wanted.

Slowly, carefully, she unclasped the engagement ring from her finger.

And she set it on the table between them.

“Take me home.” She whispered,but they heard her perfectly.Their gazes softened immediately,a sigh of relief scaped Amun lips,as he stands up,offering his arm to her.

“Home,indeed.” Kebi said,planting a kiss to Lilia forehead.