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Hi babe

Headcanons (separately)about dating the Romanian coven pls

Like being their mates

On it

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hello! can i request carlisle x surgeon!reader? in which they like each other nut carlisle pushes her away bc he’s a vampire and he doesn’t want to put her in risk

Babe yes!

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i would love to send a request but before doing that i wanted to ask if there’s something you don’t write about (like a theme or a certain topic) so i know what to request therefore ❤️

Hi🌸🥺 I do not write sexual assualt themes AT ALL, or heavy trauma ✨

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I'd love to see Garrett getting to hear his human mates voice for the first time. She could have been in an accident that paralyzed her vocal cords and Carlisle performs a surgery or she's turned into a vampire 💗 please and thank you!

Velvit

Garrett x Reader

Requested by: @twilightlover2007

Please play this song when you feel the timing is right✨

The accident had been a devastating blow, shattering the delicate vocal cords that had once carried y/n's beautiful voice. Garrett had been devastated, watching helplessly as Carlisle and the other Cullens worked tirelessly to repair the damage.

But despite their best efforts, the prognosis was grim. The trauma to y/n's throat was simply too severe - the surgeries yielded no improvement, ontop of that, she had multiple blood clots that constantly needed to be repaired, and Carlisle was running out of options.

Garrett never left y/n's side, holding her hand and gazing into her eyes, wishing he could hear her melodic voice once more. The pain of watching her struggle to communicate, to convey even the simplest of thoughts, was excruciating.

Weeks turned into months, and still the Cullens fought to restore y/n's voice. Garrett could see the frustration and anguish in her eyes, the way she would strain to form even the barest of whispers. It tore him apart, knowing there was nothing he could do.

One day, as they sat together in the Cullen living room, Garrett reached out and gently caressed y/n's cheek. "I wish I could hear you, my love," he murmured, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. "Your voice is the sweetest sound in the world to me."

y/n's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she covered his hand with her own, wishing she could convey all the love and longing in her heart. She opened her mouth, willing the words to come, but only a faint, raspy breath escaped. Garrett's brow furrowed in concern, his free hand coming up to cup her face. "Shh, it's alright, my darling. Don't strain yourself." But the worry in his eyes was palpable. Suddenly, a chill ran down Garrett's spine as y/n's eyes widened in panic. She clutched at her throat, her breathing becoming labored, and then...

Silence.

"No, y/n!" Garrett cried, his voice laced with terror as he watched the light fade from her eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, sinking his teeth into the delicate skin of her neck.

y/n's body convulsed as the venom coursed through her veins, but Garrett refused to relent, biting her again and again, desperate to save her. The other Cullens watched in stunned silence, Carlisle's expression etched with concern.

"Garrett, stop!" Carlisle pleaded, but Garrett's eyes were wild with desperation.

"I can't lose her, Carlisle!" he growled, his lips stained with y/n's blood. "I won't let her go. She has to live!"

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, y/n's body writhing in agony as the transformation took hold. Garrett held her close, whispering words of love and encouragement, his grip on her never wavering.

( personally i played the song here )

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, y/n's eyes snapped open, a vibrant crimson burning within them. Garrett held his breath, his heart pounding with hope and fear.

Slowly, y/n parted her lips, and a sound emerged - a soft, melodic voice that sent shivers down Garrett's spine. "Garrett..." she breathed, her voice like velvet.

Garrett's eyes widened in wonder and amazement, joy glistening in his eyes. "My darling," he gasped, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I can hear you. I can finally hear your voice." In that moment, the world around them faded away, and all that mattered was the sound of their voices, intertwined in a symphony of love and devotion. Garrett had faced the depths of despair, but now, with y/n's voice restored, he knew that their bond had only grown stronger through their trials.

The other Cullens watched the scene unfold, relief and sorrow mingling on their faces. They had witnessed the sheer agony and desperation that had driven Garrett to turn y/n, and they could only hope that the gamble would pay off.

As y/n clung to Garrett, her newfound strength pulsing through her, she knew that she had been given a second chance. And with her beloved mate by her side, she was determined to make the most of it, their voices echoing through the Cullen household like a sacred, eternal song.

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Garrett x Reader part 5

Tags: @scuzmunkie

The crisp, wintry air nipped at (Y/n)'s cheeks as she and Garrett strolled through the dimly lit streets of Forks. Flurries of snow danced around them, a stark contrast to Garrett's icy, marble-like skin.

"So, England, huh?" (Y/n) mused, her fingers intertwined with Garrett's. "I have to admit, I didn't peg you as the type to settle down in one place."

Garrett chuckled, his crimson eyes flickering with a hint of nostalgia. "It's not so much about settling down as it is about... finding solace in the familiar," he explained. "England is where I just took to after I was “killed”, guess its the thirst for revenge ." His expression darkened slightly. "During the Civil War, you see. I was turned while fighting those Red Coats."

(Y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine, and she squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I can imagine that's not exactly a pleasant memory."

Garrett nodded, his gaze distant. "No, it's not. But England is where I've always found myself drawn back to, even if I can't quite stomach the English these days." He flashed her a wry smile. "Old habits die hard, I suppose."

As they continued their stroll, (Y/n) couldn't help but notice the way Garrett's attention seemed to drift, his eyes scanning the surrounding area with a subtle alertness.

"Is everything alright?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern. Garrett's lips curved into a faint smile. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about, my dear," he assured her. "I'm just mindful of our proximity to the Cullen territory, that's all."

(Y/n) tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "The Cullens? I thought you said you tried to avoid them." "It's not that I'm scared of them," Garrett clarified, his tone thoughtful. "We've had our fair share of... disagreements over the years. But the truth is, I'm more concerned about drawing the attention of the Volturi."

"The Volturi?" (Y/n) echoed, her brow furrowing. "Who are they?"

Garrett's expression darkened. "They're the closest thing our kind has to a ruling body," he explained. "And they have a particular interest in one of the Cullens – the psychic, Alice. I'd rather not get caught up in that kind of drama, you understand?"

(Y/n) nodded, her gaze searching his face. "So, we're staying on the outskirts of Forks to avoid the Cullens and the Volturi?"

Garrett chuckled, his fingers caressing her cheek. "Precisely. I may have a complicated history with the English, but I'd rather not add the Volturi to my list of adversaries. Especially not with you by my side."

(Y/n) leaned into his touch, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Well, then, I trust your judgment, Garrett. As long as I'm with you, that's all that matters."

Garrett's eyes burned with a fierce intensity that made (Y/n)'s heart race. "And I'll always be here, protecting you," he murmured. "No matter what."

Garrett's grip on (Y/n)'s hand tightened slightly as they walked through the snow-dusted streets of Forks. The crisp, wintry air swirled around them, a stark contrast to the vampire's icy skin.

"You know, (Y/n)," Garrett began, his crimson eyes glinting with a hint of mischief, "I've been thinking about taking a little trip. Back to England.”

(Y/n) felt a surge of excitement at his words, but she couldn't help the hesitation that crept into her voice. "England, huh? I've always wanted to visit, but..." She trailed off, her gaze wandering.

Garrett's lips curved into a warm smile as he gently cupped her face in his hands. "Ah, my dear (Y/n), that's the beauty of it. This won't be a short trip – I'd love for you to come with me, for as long as you'd like."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling within her. "You mean it? You really want me to go with you?"

"Of course," Garrett murmured, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I can't imagine exploring my old hunting grounds without you by my side. And who knows, maybe we'll even stumble upon a few new adventures along the way."

(Y/n) couldn't help the smile that spread across her face, her apprehension slowly dissipating. "Okay, Garrett. Let's do it. When do we leave?"

"How about in a week?" Garrett suggested, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek. "I've been itching to get back, and I'd much rather have you with me."

(Y/n) nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with excitement. "A week from now it is, then. I can't wait!"

* * *

Weeks later, as (Y/n) and Garrett explored the bustling streets of London, their peaceful getaway took an unexpected turn.

The entrance door to the backpacker's lodge suddenly opened, and three figures stepped inside, their movements graceful and deliberate. (Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat as she recognized Garrett, flanked by two strangers – a man and a woman, both with the same striking golden eyes and pale, marble-like skin.

"Carlisle, Esme," Garrett greeted them, his tone polite but reserved. "I appreciate you meeting me here."

The woman, Esme, offered him a warm smile. "Of course, Garrett. We're always happy to see you."

(Y/n) watched, transfixed, as the trio made their way towards her, Garrett's gaze meeting hers with a reassuring nod.

"(Y/n)," he said, his voice soft, "there are some people I'd like you to meet. This is Carlisle and Esme Cullen – they're old friends of mine.”

Carlisle's gaze shifted from Garrett to (Y/n), his expression one of mild surprise. "Garrett, I must say, I didn't expect to see you with a human companion."

Garrett placed a protective hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder, offering Carlisle a slight nod. "Ah, yes. Carlisle, Esme, this is (Y/n), my... mate."

(Y/n) furrowed her brow, the unfamiliar term catching her off guard. "Your mate? What does that mean?"

Carlisle's expression softened, and he offered (Y/n) a reassuring smile. "In the vampire world, a mate is a lifelong companion, someone with whom a vampire forms an unbreakable bond." He glanced at Garrett, his tone turning more serious. "I must admit, I'm surprised to see you've taken a human as your mate, Garrett. That's quite... unconventional.”

Garrett's jaw tightened slightly, but his grip on (Y/n)'s shoulder remained gentle. "You should understand, given your circumstances… (Y/n) is special to me. And I intend to protect her, no matter what."

Esme stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Carlisle's arm. "We're not here to judge, Carlisle. We're simply glad to see Garrett has found someone he cares for so deeply."

Carlisle nodded, his gaze shifting back to (Y/n). "Of course, my dear. And I'm afraid the reason we've come to see Garrett is a rather serious one. The Volturi are gathering witnesses against my family, because of our... unique circumstances."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, her heart racing. "The Volturi? What's happening?"

Garrett pulled (Y/n) closer, his crimson eyes filled with determination. "It's a long story, but the Volturi believe that Bella and Edward's daughter, is an immortal child. They're gathering witnesses to go against the Cullens… likewise Carlisle is doing the same, he’s asked me to be one of them."

(Y/n) looked up at Garrett, her own resolve hardening. "Whatever you need, I'm here to help."

Carlisle and Esme exchanged a relieved glance, and Carlisle reached out to gently squeeze (Y/n)'s hand. "Thank you, my dear. Your support means more than you know."

As the four of them sat down to discuss the impending confrontation with the Volturi, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a mix of trepidation and determination. She may not fully understand the intricacies of the vampire world, but she knew that she would stand by Garrett's side, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

… 3 days later….

As (Y/n) and Garrett settled into her small house on the edge of town, the weight of the impending confrontation with the Volturi hung heavy in the air. Garrett could sense the underlying tension in his beloved's demeanor, and he pulled her into a tender embrace, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Don't worry, (Y/n)," he murmured, his crimson eyes filled with unwavering devotion. "I'll keep you safe, no matter what."

(Y/n) nodded, though a part of her couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness. Garrett seemed to understand, and he tightened his hold on her, determined to provide the comfort and reassurance she needed.

They spent the evening in quiet contemplation, both lost in their own thoughts about the challenges that lay ahead. Garrett's mind raced with strategies and contingency plans, he couldn’t hide that he was semi excited for a fight again.

As the night wore on, (Y/n) eventually drifted off to sleep, her head resting on Garrett's shoulder. He watched over her with a mixture of adoration and protectiveness, his gaze never wavering.

In the silence of the cottage, Garrett made a silent vow – he would do whatever it took to ensure (Y/n)'s safety, even if it meant facing the fearsome Volturi head-on. She was his world, his everything, and he would never let any harm come to her, no matter the cost.

With a renewed sense of determination, Garrett gently scooped (Y/n) into his arms and carried her to her bed, where he lay beside her, his keen eyes vigilantly scanning the darkness for any sign of danger.

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Garret x Reader part 4

Tags: @scuzmunkie

Garrett regarded (Y/n) with a mixture of trepidation and wonder, his crimson eyes searching her face for any sign of fear or revulsion.

"Are you sure you want to know?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What I am... it's not something that's easily understood or accepted."

(Y/n) felt her heart pounding in her chest, the weight of his words settling heavily upon her. She knew, in the deepest recesses of her mind, that he was no ordinary man – that he possessed a power and a darkness that she could scarcely comprehend.

And yet, the intoxicating pull she felt towards him was undeniable. There was something about him, something raw and vulnerable, that called to her in a way she couldn't quite explain.

"I'm sure," she replied, her gaze unwavering. "I want to understand. I want to know the truth, no matter how difficult it may be."

Garrett studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, ever so slowly, he reached up and brushed his fingertips against the side of her neck, tracing the delicate line of her pulse.

(Y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch, her breath catching in her throat. There was an electricity in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to crackle between them.

"What you feel," Garrett murmured, "is the call of my kind. We are drawn to the warmth and vitality of human life, to the rhythm of your heartbeat and the scent of your blood."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened, realization dawning on her. "Your kind?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You mean... you're a..."

Garrett's lips curved into a humorless smile. "A vampire," he finished, his gaze both apologetic and intense. "I am a creature of the night, a predator forced to wander this earth in search of sustenance and purpose."

(Y/n) felt a surge of fear, but to her own surprise, it was quickly overtaken by a sense of fascination. She had always been intrigued by the mythology of vampires, but to have one standing before her, to feel the power and danger that radiated from him, was something entirely different.

"And you're drawn to me," she murmured, her eyes tracing his jaw.

Garrett's expression grew pained, his eyes flickering with a mixture of longing and anguish. "I wish I knew," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "There's something about you, something in your blood, your very essence, that calls to me in a way I've never experienced before."

He paused, his gaze searching her face, and (Y/n) felt a surge of empathy for this tortured, enigmatic creature. "I'm a danger to you.” he continued, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. "My mere presence in your life could bring you harm. And yet, I can't bear the thought of leaving you."

His whole attitude seemed to change. From killer intent, to something else entirely.

(Y/n) felt a lump form in her throat, the weight of his words settling heavily upon her. She knew, without a doubt, that he was a being of immense power and danger – a predator whose very existence defied the boundaries of the natural world.

And yet, there was a vulnerability to him, a longing and a conflict that resonated with her in a way she couldn't quite explain. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek, and Garrett leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Then stay," (Y/n) whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Help me understand. Help me see the world through your eyes."

Garrett's eyes snapped open, a glimmer of hope shining in their crimson depths. "Are you sure?" he murmured, his expression filled with uncertainty.

(Y/n) nodded, a sense of resolve settling within her. "I'm sure," she said, her voice steadier than she had expected. "I want to know you. All of you, even the parts that terrify me."

Garrett regarded her for a long moment, his features softening with a hint of wonder. Then, slowly, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace, his movements fluid and graceful.

"Then so be it," he murmured, his lips brushing against her hair. "Let us see where this path leads us…”

Garrett regarded her for a long moment, his crimson eyes searching her face. Then, slowly, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I'm Garrett, by the way. Pleasure to meet you."

(Y/n) felt a flutter in her chest, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. "Garrett," she replied, her own smile widening. "I'm (Y/n).”

As they stood there, the tension between them slowly dissipating, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Whatever lay ahead, she knew that she would face it alongside this enigmatic vampire, a creature who had somehow found his way into her life.

This story took a literal 180😂😭 but if Bella and edward can do it so can Garrett and Y/n.

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Garrett x reader part 3

Y/n) stood frozen in the doorway, her heart pounding as she locked eyes with the pale, red-eyed stranger. Despite his menacing presence, something in his gaze gave her pause. There was an intensity there, but not the predatory malice she had expected.

The twisted smile slowly faded from his lips, and his brow furrowed slightly, as if he were suddenly uncertain. "You..." he murmured, his voice losing its sinister edge.

(Y/n) swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "W-what do you want from me?" she asked, hating the tremor in her voice.

The man rose from the principal's chair, his movements graceful and almost eerily fluid. But rather than advancing on her, he took a step back, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm not here to hurt you," he said, his tone almost pleading. "I was just... drawn to you."

(Y/n) stared at him, confusion and wariness warring within her. "Drawn to me? What are you talking about?"

He shook his head, a look of frustration crossing his face. "It's difficult to explain. Your scent, your blood... it's unlike anything I've ever encountered." He paused, his red eyes boring into hers. "I don't fully understand it myself."

(Y/n) felt a chill run down her spine. "My blood? What are you?" The realization that this man might not be entirely human dawned on her, and with it, a growing sense of dread.

But to her surprise, the stranger's expression softened, and he took another step back. "I'm not here to harm you," he repeated, his voice almost gentle. "I simply... I needed to see you, to understand this pull I feel towards you."

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes, her mind racing. "If you're not here to hurt me, then why did you break into the school? Why are you following me?" Her voice wavered, betraying the fear that still gripped her.

The man seemed to hesitate. "I'm not entirely sure myself," he admitted. "All I know is that when I caught your scent at the museum, it... it awakened something within me. Something I didn't even know existed."

(Y/n) watched him warily, torn between the urge to flee and a growing curiosity about this enigmatic stranger. "What are you?" she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper.

The man met her gaze, his expression solemn.

(Y/n) felt a glimmer of something akin to understanding, but the fear still lingered. She knew she couldn't trust this man, not completely. But perhaps, just perhaps, there was more to him than the dangerous predator she had initially perceived.

As the tension in the room began to slowly dissipate, (Y/n) knew she had to tread carefully. This encounter had shaken her, but she couldn't shake the sense that there was more at play than she could comprehend. With a deep breath, she steeled her nerves and prepared to engage this enigmatic stranger once more, determined to unravel the mystery that surrounded him.

Was he some kind of stalker? A dangerous criminal? Or something else entirely?

"If you're not sure what you want from me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "then why are you still here?"

Garrett's gaze softened, and he took a step closer, his movements fluid and graceful. "Because I can't stay away," he admitted, his voice barely above a murmur. "There's something about you that calls to me in a way I've never experienced before."

(Y/n) felt her breath catch in her throat as he approached, a strange mixture of fear and fascination overwhelming her. There was an undeniable magnetism to him, a pull that she couldn't quite understand.

"What are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Garrett paused, his expression clouding with a mixture of emotions. "I'm...different," he said, his voice barely audible. "Dangerous, even."

(Y/n) felt a lump form in her throat as she processed his words, the implications sending a chill down her spine. Whatever he was, it was clear that he was no ordinary man. And as much as she should have been terrified, a part of her was intrigued, drawn to the vulnerability and conflict that seemed to rage within him.

"Then tell me more," she said, her voice steadier than she had expected. "Help me understand what's happening here."

His lips curled into a faint smile, and (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a spark of hope. Perhaps, in unraveling this mystery, she might find the answers she so desperately sought

tags: @scuzmunkie

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Garrett x Reader part 2

Unsettling revelations

(Y/n) sat across from Chief Swan, her hands trembling slightly as she recounted the events at the museum once more. The grizzled police chief listened intently, brow furrowed in concentration.

"And you're certain this man had red eyes?" Swan asked, jotting down notes.

(Y/n) nodded shakily. "Yes, they were unmistakable. And his skin - it was so pale, almost unnaturally so. And the way he moved, it was..." She struggled to find the right words. "Inhumanly fast and graceful."

Swan's expression grew increasingly grave. "This matches the description of a suspect we've been trying to track down for some time now. A dangerous drifter with a history of violence."

(Y/n)'s heart sank. "So you know who he is? What does he want?"

The chief sighed heavily. "Unfortunately, we don't know much about his motives or origins. All we can say is that he's extremely volatile and unpredictable. A real threat to the community."

Bile rose in (Y/n)'s throat as a horrifying realization dawned on her. "The children... Am I putting them in danger by being around them?"

Swan reached across the desk, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. "We're going to do everything in our power to keep you and the kids safe. In the meantime, I'd advise you to be extra vigilant. Don't go anywhere alone, and keep your doors and windows locked at all times."

(Y/n) nodded mutely, her mind racing. She had to find a way to protect her students, even if it meant putting herself at risk.

As she left the police station, a dark shadow seemed to loom over her. The unsettling encounter had shaken her to the core, but she knew she couldn't let fear consume her. She had to be strong, for the sake of the children.

Little did she know, the danger was closer than she could have imagined...

(Y/n) gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she drove back to the school. Chief Swan's words echoed in her mind, the ominous warning about the dangerous drifter sending a chill down her spine.

Her thoughts raced, trying to process everything she had learned. This man, with his unnatural speed and chilling red eyes, was a known threat to the community. And he had singled her and the young boy out at the museum. The realization that her students could be in danger because of her filled her with a sense of dread.

As she pulled into the school parking lot, (Y/n) took a deep, shuddering breath. She had to pull herself together and figure out how to keep the children safe. She couldn't let this stranger's dark presence cast a shadow over their lives.

Stepping into the familiar hallways of the school, (Y/n) felt a small measure of comfort. This was her domain, a place where she could protect and nurture the young minds in her care. She made her way to the principal's office, determined to discuss the situation and implement any necessary safety measures.

However, as she approached the office, she noticed that the door was slightly ajar, a faint light flickering from within. Furrowing her brow, (Y/n) pushed the door open cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest.

The sight that greeted her made her blood run cold.

There, seated in the principal's chair, was the red-eyed man from the museum. A twisted smile spread across his pale features as he locked eyes with her, his gaze burning with a predatory intensity.

"Hello, my dear," he purred, his voice dripping with a chilling menace. "I've been waiting for you."

(Y/n) felt her breath catch in her throat, all the color draining from her face. How had he found her? And what did he want? Panic gripped her as she realized that she was now completely alone, with no one to come to her aid.

Swallowing hard, (Y/n) knew she had to find a way to escape, to get help and protect her students. But the man's unsettling presence and the malice in his eyes made her doubt whether she would even make it out of the room alive.

The tension in the air was palpable, and (Y/n) could feel her heart racing as she braced herself for what was to come. She knew she had to be strong, for the sake of the children. But in the face of this supernatural threat, she couldn't help but wonder if she was truly prepared for the horrors that lay ahead.

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The Ocean's Call

Jacob Black had always felt a certain pull towards the sea, an inexplicable draw that he couldn't quite explain. Ever since he was a child, the rhythmic crashing of the waves and the salty tang of the ocean air had an almost hypnotic effect on him. He loved nothing more than spending hours on the beach, watching the tides ebb and flow, wondering what secrets the vast, blue expanse held.

That is, until the day he stumbled upon Y/N.

It was a particularly sweltering summer afternoon when Jacob found himself drawn to the secluded beach near the reservation. As he approached the shore, a glimmer of something caught his eye - a figure basking in the warm sunlight, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. As Jacob drew closer, his breath caught in his throat.

There, sprawled out on a large rock, was the most breathtakingly beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her long, flowing chestnut hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, framing a face that seemed to radiate an otherworldly glow. Her skin glistened like diamonds, as if tiny crystals were embedded in the surface. Jacob was instantly entranced, his heart racing as he approached her, unable to tear his eyes away.

When she turned to face him, Jacob felt a profound connection, as if he had found his missing piece. This was his imprint - a mermaid who could freely traverse both land and sea. Y/N's vibrant green eyes sparkled with curiosity, and a playful smile tugged at the corners of her full lips.

"Hello there," she said, her voice like the sweetest melody. "I don't believe we've met."

Jacob was momentarily struck dumb, mesmerized by her ethereal beauty and captivating presence. "I, uh... I'm Jacob," he managed to stammer out, inwardly berating himself for sounding like a bumbling fool.

Y/N's smile widened, and she gracefully rose to her feet, her movements fluid and effortless. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jacob. I'm Y/N." She extended a slender hand, which Jacob gently took in his own, marveling at the softness of her skin.

From that moment on, Jacob and Y/N met on the beach every afternoon, their connection growing stronger with each passing day. Y/N was endlessly fascinated by the world above the waves, eager to learn about Jacob's life and the intricacies of the human experience. In turn, Jacob was spellbound by Y/N's vibrant personality and the wonders of her aquatic existence.

The pack was skeptical at first, unable to fathom the idea of their wolf brother imprinting on a mythical creature. But one fateful day, they witnessed Y/N emerge from the ocean, her shimmering tail transforming into legs as she stepped onto the sand. The pack was utterly awestruck, their jaws dropping as they realized the truth of Jacob's bond with this extraordinary woman.

From that moment on, the pack embraced Y/N as one of their own. They marveled at her ability to adapt to her environment, seamlessly transitioning between land and sea. Y/N, in turn, was delighted to have found a new family, her infectious laughter and boundless curiosity quickly winning over the hearts of the wolves.

Jacob and Y/N spent countless hours together, swimming in the cool waters or walking along the shore, their connection growing deeper with every passing day. Y/N's playful spirit and zest for life brought a new sense of wonder and excitement to Jacob's world, and he found himself falling more in love with her with each moment they shared.

I've had this idea ever since I saw the Little Mermaid in live action.

An imprint for Jacob Black to be a mermaid? He found her by chance when she was going out to sunbathe and since then they have met on the beach every afternoon.

The pack doesn't believe that their companion is a mermaid (because of course, vampires, but mermaids? pff-) until one day they see her come out of the sea.

These types of mermaids can adapt to their environment, so they can go out onto dry land and return to the sea whenever they want.

I love this darling!

Expect this fic to be out by Sunday💅

Or Wednesday 15th May

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hii can you write headcanons for the romanians from Twilight where their mates are sad because of a fight they had with them

Headcanons for a Romanian Vampire Trio

Background: The Romanian coven consists of three powerful vampires - Vladimir, Stefan, and Y/N. They have been mates for centuries, bound together by a deep, unbreakable bond. However, as with any relationship, they occasionally have disagreements and fights.

After a Fight:

Y/N is distraught after a particularly heated argument with Vladimir and Stefan. She feels guilty and ashamed for the harsh words exchanged.

Vladimir and Stefan can sense Y/N's sadness and regret through their mental bond. They know she is beating herself up over the fight.

Stefan tries to console Y/N , assuring her that they all said things in the heat of the moment that they didn't mean. He reminds her of their unbreakable love.

Vladimir is the first to initiate physical contact, pulling Y/N into a tight embrace. He murmurs apologies and sends waves of love and forgiveness through their bond.

The three of them spend the next several hours in quiet contemplation, reaffirming their commitment to one another. Gentle caresses and soft words help heal the rift.

By the end, Y/N feels infinitely better, the sadness and guilt replaced by a profound sense of relief and gratitude for her mates.

Aftermath:

The trio emerges from their private reconciliation with a renewed appreciation for their relationship.

They are extra attentive to each other's needs in the following days, showering one another with affection.

The fight has brought them even closer together, reminding them how deeply they care for one another.

They know that even when conflicts arise, their unbreakable bond will see them through.

......................

The fight had been intense, emotions running high as tempers flared. But in the end, Vladimir, Stefan, and Y/N had found their way back to each other, reaffirming the unbreakable bond that tied them together. Now, in the aftermath, the trio was more attuned to each other's needs than ever before. They moved through their daily activities with an extra level of care and tenderness, stealing gentle caresses and lingering gazes. The brief rift had been a stark reminder of how deeply they relied on one another, and they knew that no matter what challenges arose, their love would see them through. United, they were an unstoppable force - mates in every sense of the word.

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HI CAN I ASK ABOUT WHAT THE ROMANIANS FROM TWILIGHT WOULD DO IF THEY SEE THEIR MATE CRYING FOR THE FIRST TIME 🖤

Stefan and Vladimir were immediately alarmed and unsettled at the sight of Y/N's tears. As their precious shared mate, they had never witnessed her in such a vulnerable state before.

Stefan was the first to react, his brow furrowing with concern. In an instant, he was at Y/N's side, wrapping his strong arms around her trembling form. He pulled her into a tender embrace, murmuring soothing words as he projected waves of calming comfort through their bond. Stefan's gentle, reassuring touch was designed to ease Y/N's distress and convey his unwavering support.

Vladimir, the more dominant and possessive of the two, felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him. His crimson eyes darkened with barely contained fury as he saw Y/N's tears. Cupping her face with his cool palms, Vladimir used his thumb to delicately wipe away the glistening droplets. In a low, rumbling voice, he demanded to know what had upset her so. There was an edge to his words, a barely restrained promise to eliminate whatever had caused his mate's pain.

Together, Stefan and Vladimir formed an impenetrable shield around their distraught mate. They lavished her with tender kisses, peppering her face and neck in a display of their ardent love. Through their mental link, they conveyed their steadfast promise to always be there for her, no matter what. The sight of Y/N's tears had ignited a fierce protectiveness within them, and they would stop at nothing to soothe her pain.

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sorry but would u write for the romanian coven ?💞💞

You mean my babies!!!!??? Yes!

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I've had this idea ever since I saw the Little Mermaid in live action.

An imprint for Jacob Black to be a mermaid? He found her by chance when she was going out to sunbathe and since then they have met on the beach every afternoon.

The pack doesn't believe that their companion is a mermaid (because of course, vampires, but mermaids? pff-) until one day they see her come out of the sea.

These types of mermaids can adapt to their environment, so they can go out onto dry land and return to the sea whenever they want.

I love this darling!

Expect this fic to be out by Sunday💅

Or Wednesday 15th May

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(The man ) Garrett x Reader

(Requested by @twilightlover2007 )

Part 1

“Single file line, please! The ground is still very wet and slippery”, the bustling of very small toddlers and a single teacher trying to keep them all together was a sight to see at the Forks Museum. (y/n), a young pre-k teacher had finally gotten to take her small class of 10 children to the museum after weeks of waiting for parental approval forms to be brought back. It was the middle of winter and living in Forks meant that there wasn’t alot for a pre-k teacher to come up with to entertain the little ones. The museum was the cheapest option, and guaranteed that the small children would be entertained by the many artifacts and attractions that surrounded them. An aquarium would have been a much better bet, but the nearest one was out of state and very expensive. 

The small group of teacher and students were on their way to the minivan bus that (y/n) had organised when a small hand tugged at her winter jacket, “Miss Johnson I have to make a sissy!”, (y/n) knelt down to the boy’s height, “Okay Troy, but let me make sure everyone is buckled in first and that the nice security man can look after them”.

After that was all organised and the museum security agreed to watch them, (y/n) grabbed small Troy’s hand and guided him to the bathrooms inside the museum. They didn’t take long before exiting the girls restroom that (y/n) noticed the boys untied shoelaces, “Oh, just a second dear, let miss Johnson help you tie your laces…”  

It was a small gust of wind she noticed first, a glance to her left told her that the doors and windows were shut, leaving no room for cold air to pass. She stood up, “Miss Johnson, my-” “Hush”, her tone left no room for a word, she stepped in front of the boy and felt his small hands cling to her leg. She took a steady look around them, they were in a darker part of the building, and the light above them was flickering randomly. Another gust of wind past them, this time with enough force to blow her hair in her face and make the small child yelp. 

“Who’s there?” her voice seemed so quiet all of a sudden, almost out of pure instinct as if to hide where she was. She took a look back down to the boy but was met with bright red eyes the second she looked back, “Hey!” she yelped, taking a big and clumsy step back, careful of the child clung to her. The scruffy-looking man in front of her gave her a wry smile, “My my,  aren’t you a pretty thing?”, she scowled. He stepped forward, dark bags under his eyes making their strange colour stand out so much more, “Stay- stay right there…” The man took a step closer, “But you smell so good… Its been driving me crazy for days!” he made a dramatic gesture. (y/n) was so so frightened, frozen in a state of shock she could barely feel the shaking hands around her leg, but the boy’s crying snapped her out of it, and like a mother hen she snapped around and took the boy into her arms, holding onto him for dear life. The man stopped in his tracks, staring alarmedly at the crying child in her arms, (y/n) took her chances, not knowing if they were slim, “Please… don’t hurt us” she pled through her own tears now, her body seemed to be going haywire since this man showed himself like all her senses were telling her she was the prey and this red-eyed man was the predator.

The man said nothing, trying to reclaim his facade, he grumbled and sighed, his eyes darting between her and the child. He waved them off, and without thinking she ran, ran until she was at her van and told the security what happened, all the same trying to comfort a child in distress as the authorities arrived ten minutes later. Parents were called too, and most showed up not too long after the police, led by Charlie Swan. (y/n) was in such a state when she told them what she explained to the security, a tall, rough-looking man with red eyes had shown up out of nowhere and tried intimidating her and most likely worse. Chief Swan had the museum swept through and found no trace of such a man. “Go home, get some rest and tomorrow you come down to the station and we’ll take it from there, aight?” With nothing else she could of done, she drove the rest of the children back to the school and with the school already knowing what was up, she left them in the care of another teacher as she was sent home at just past noon.

(Y/n) locked all her doors and windows and distracted herself with a scalding shower. With no desire to eat or do anything else, and stressed beyond measure, (y/n) put on her cd player in the living room of her small one-story house and ploughed herself down on her coach, heavy blankets following.

She didnt sleep well that night, red eyes filling the dark corners of her living room…

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Hello! I'd love to see Garrett with a human mate. She's a pre-k teacher and perhaps he stumbles upon her while she's with the kiddos with one clinging to her leg(I have one like this 🥰). Please and thank you!

🥰😭i love Garrett! What a creative request✨ keep an eye out the next 2 days✨🙏

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PSA

I need two people to Beta read a new fic Im starting for Twilight; I need ship suggestions, name suggestions for my main character (female) and if she should become a vampire and what tyoe of ability you guys would like to see her have and if she should even become a vampire or not.

Here is a summary so far:

Title: "Whispers in Twilight: A Twilight Fanfiction"

Summary:

"Whispers in Twilight" is an enthralling Twilight fanfiction that follows the journey of OC, a deeply introspective and devout teenager, as she grapples with her inner conflicts and faith-based values upon discovering the existence of the enigmatic Cullen family.

When OC transfers to Forks High School, she is immediately intrigued by the enigmatic group of students known as the Cullens. As she unravels their supernatural nature and delves into their complex lives, OC finds herself entangled in a web of curiosity, danger, and unforeseen desires.

As she navigates the challenges of high school and the captivating world of the Cullens, OC's heart is drawn to a mysterious person whose identity remains shrouded in secrecy. Their connection deepens, challenging her beliefs and pushing the boundaries of her faith. OC must confront her own prejudices and question the principles she holds dear as her feelings intensify.

Caught between her unwavering devotion to her faith and the allure of the unknown, OC embarks on a personal journey of self-discovery. Along the way, she forges unlikely alliances, unravels long-held secrets, and faces formidable adversaries.

"Whispers in Twilight" explores themes of self-exploration, faith, and the universal struggle of choosing between the familiar and the unknown. Join OC as she unravels the mysteries of her heart and navigates the shadows of her own desires, all while trying to maintain the core values that define her.

Thank you✨ kindly leave your email below or in my submissions box.

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Paul x Reader

Imagine

Requested by @littlemissvenom0

It disgusted you to a deep degree, and Leah had warned you long before you started dating that Paul was a loose guy, never being able to fully commit to something.

It wasn’t that your relationship even felt real. Paul was incredibly distant and avoided doing anything that put you two in the same space for too long. Like he was some royal who couldn’t even entertain the idea of mingling with poverty.

You were again reminded of this when you and Leah hung out today. The weather was cloudy and the remnants of earlier rain was still around, making everything wet. You and Leah were out in the forest near the river border of the tribal grounds.

“I don’t understand why you just don’t break up with him, (y/n). You guys haven’t even acted like a real couple for months”

You sighed while rolling up your vest sleeves, shifting your position on the damp clump of rocks you two were sat on. Distant laughter was in the background, coming from the Black residence.

Leah’s head turned to you, waiting patiently as you puffed your cheeks before letting the air go.

“Yeah, I know, I know… “ you took a pause, tossing a pebble down to the river below you, “I geuss I just hope he’ll come around before I do decide to break it off”

Leah rolls her eyes, “I can’t believe you’re holding on to some slim piece of hope that he’ll maybe turn into some prince charming or whatever, its not”

You frown slightly, “You obviously don't think I should''. Your cousin gives you an exasperated expression, “All I see is him flirting with every girl within a few feet of him, while you stay back all embarrassed all the time, it's getting frustrating and I keep having to listen to him think about it everyday. You have to do something about it”

You look away, biting the inside of your cheek as you listen to her talk. Truth be told you knew your relationship with Paul could only go one of two ways, either you break up with him, or he miraculously turns from his ways and realises how much he actually loves you, if he even does love you.

“You’re right Leah” you stand up, pulling your cousin up with you. “I think it’s time I have a serious talk with him”. You two make your way to the Black residence in a matter of minutes, just as the rain comes pouring down around you.

You and Leah made it just in time to see Paul getting it on with a brunette you absolutely didn’t think you’d see again. “Isnt that Jessica?!” You hear Leah from a few feet behind you. You couldn’t believe it, Paul knew you didn’t like Jessica at all, she was as pretentious and bratty as they come and seeing Paul make put with her under Billy’s porch roof just triggered something in you.

Your breathing got heavy, a heat like you’ve never felt before started spreading though your veins, Leah’s eyes got wide and she called for Sam who came rushing out of the cabin, Quil and Embry on his tail.

“Hey! (Y/n), calm down!”

Sam was standing a bit back. You couldn’t focus on him right now, steam was pouring off your skin and you winced and yelped as you felt your skin and bones move inside you. Leah rushed away from you just in time as you recklessly shifted into a medium sized salt and pepper toned wolf. You stumbled as you threw yourself off balance and landed disgracefully in the muddy grass. No one moved, Paul had already started making his way down when Embry held him back.

You didn’t wait to see or hear what was going on as you stumbled and ran into the forest, Leah’s hollering voice yelling for you to wait and come back.

•••

“ I thought she didn’t have the wolf gene in her?!”

“ I know, im pretty sure everyone here thought so”

The wolf pack, along with Billy Black all crowded Billy’s small living room. The rain was still going hard and you had left the grounds 10 minutes earlier. Sam and Billy were in a heated talk.

Paul threw his hands up,and pushed himself out of the chair, “I’m going after her-“ Leah grabs Paul’s arm, “No way! You think she wants to look at your ugly face right now? You’re the reason she turned !”

Paul got in Leah’s face, but she wasn’t intimidated, “What did you just say?!”

“Enough!”

Sam’s authoritarian voice broke them apart and a silence filled the room, albeit tense. Billy cleared his throat and spoke to Sam, “I think you should be the one to go look for (y/n), she trusts you, and you’re the only one who could handle another accident”

Paul huffed and stormed out, no one bothered to stop him.

•••

“(Y/n)!”

Sam had been searching the woods for hours, but it was futile, he didn’t think she’d have gone so far from the reservation.

Sam shifted into his wolf form as a last attempt to find her.

He stood still in the dark forest. Listening.

Help

His ears twitched to the front.

Paul

Help

Its so cold

Sam didn’t hesitate now as he ran forward towards the mountains. Wherever (y/n) was, she was in trouble.

It wasn’t long before he reached the base of a mountain, rain falling hard around him and mud splattered through his wet fur. He stuck his nose to the ground as he took a deep sniff, letting the aromas and smell of the forest drift through his senses until he latched onto a sweeter scent, perfume. He followed the scent, leading closer and closer to a rushing river where he finally found her.

(Y/n) was back human now, and unfortunately in the nude as far as Sam could tell. But he acted quickly, coming to his senses as he rushed to (y/n), laying half in the river and on the riverbank. As gently as he possibly could while in his wolf form, Sam pulled her completely put of the river. Her body had turned from a tanned olive to pale and sickly. He brushed past the fact that she was bare and pawed at her to wake her up. Moments later her eyes fluttered open slowly, she looked sluggishly up at him and struggled to push herself up as best she could. Sam laid flat to allow (y/n) to slide herself onto his back.

•••

Leah rushed out of Billy’s house as soon as she heard Sam’s thoughts. The rest of the pack behind her.

They all gathered outside as Sam came jogging through the treeline, still in wolf form. A pale body hung onto him and he came to a still infront of the group. Paul ran forward and scooped (y/n) from Sam’s back, pulling her protectively into his body as he and Leah entered Billy’s place.

Billy motioned for them to take (y/n) into Jacobs old bedroom as he rolled to a linin closet and took out heavy blankets to give to Leah. “Thanks Billy” Leah took the pile and pushed Paul out of the bedroom, he looked offended but didn’t push it and went back into Billy’s living room where only Sam was waiting, now human and dressed in jean shorts.

Billy sighed, “Leave her be for now, go home” Sam nodded and moved to leave, Paul stayed sat, Billy stared pointedly, “You too, Paul”. Paul stayed put, leg twitching, “No way, not until she wakes up, I have to see her open her eyes Billy”. Not wanting to make a scene Billy let Paul be.

•••

(Y/n) didn’t wake up that night, or the next day.

It took a week for her complexion to return.

And when she did wake up, Paul was by her side, tear uncharacteristically streaming down his face as he grabbed her hands and kissed them.

(Y/n) frowned, “Paul?… where am I?”

“You’re at Billy’s place, you were asleep for a week, I thought… “ Pauled rubbed his eyes, “Forget it, how do you feel?” He let go of her hands as she sat up, she popped her back, no longer bare as Leah had gone to fetch clothes for her.

Paul stepped back, guilt covering his face. “Whats that look for Paul?”. (Y/n) sat on the edge of the bed, sluggish and confused.

“Im so so so sorry (y/n)…”

Her eyes went wide. This was a Paul she had never seen before. She kept quiet.

“I screwed up by doing what I did, but it was because I was scared”

“Scared?” She gave him an umimpressed look.

He nodded, “Believe it or not, I thought I could push you away because I was scared of what I was feeling for you, I never expected it to happen with you”

She frowned, standing up slowly and steadily, “What? What didn’t you expect Paul?”

His words froze her in her place.

“I imprinted on you (y/n)”

And apparently that was all it took for her to collapse back on the bed, tears coming to the front.

She struggled to find the words, but Paul seemed to hear what she was thinking.

Paul spent the better half of the night explaining to (y/n) what happened, why it happened and why he did what he did. He got a scorching red hand print on his cheek by the end of it, along with a heavy scolding. But not forgiveness. (Y/n) explained that she couldn’t forgive him right off the bat, although his intentions were understandable, he did wrong by her and to her by what he did with all those women, especially Jessica.

She needed time.

And Paul gave her that, without a word against it.

•••

It took (y/n) 3 months to fully forgive Paul.

Another 4 months to agree on dating.

And all the while Paul was respectful of (y/n)’s wishes and compromises.

Leah gave him an earful telepathically and verbally almost every chance she got.

But by the end of the year, they were happier than they were before. Although their relationship was far from perfect, and they argued still, they were happy. Paul no longer went out of his way to apite her and make her jealous and (y/n) put her foot down alot more.

Leah held a grudge against Paul a bit longer but eventually gave in.

Sam and the pack helped (y/n) integrate into the wolf pack and train her.

For now, all was well.

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Thank you dear reader.

And thank you to littlemissvenom0 for requesting this.