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Headcanon/Preference # 37

Gifs NOT mine.

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 12 minutes

Year posted - 2025

So yeah I totally killed the reader off in this one... Wanted this one to be angsty. Enjoy.

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• Obi-wan Kenobi •

• Obi-wan knew he shouldn't have let you join him on this particular mission.

• He knew something was off about this mission, he had sensed it in the Force.

• But he'd let you join regardless, and now you lay at his feet, bleeding out.

• He quickly dispatched of the enemy, and pulled you into his arms.

• "My love stay with me, you're going to be okay."

• He cradled your head in his free hand, trying desperately to assure you that everything will be okay.

• While also trying to fool himself into thinking you'll be able to pull through.

• As your breathing turned shallow, he kissed your forehead, smiling through the pain.

• He needed to be strong for you.

• And as your eyes fluttered closed, and your chest stilled, Obi-wan felt as if a part of himself had died with you.

• Only then did he allow himself to cry, and Obi-wan Kenobi was never the same.

• Becoming a shell of the man he once was, he eventually leaves the Jedi and roams the galaxy, feeling utterly lost without you by his side.

• Anikin Skywalker •

• Anikin thought he could protect you from anything.

• His one truest love, the one person he would have done anything for.

• This is the most dramatic turn of events for Anikin, the moment when he gave into the dark side.

• Cradling your lifeless body in his arms, Anikin screamed and cried.

• "You can't leave me (Y/n), you can't!"

• And with the aggressive flick of his wrist, he killed those that had taken you from him.

• He was merciless, unforgiving, and beyond angry.

• Anikin felt as if he'd died alongside you, and in many ways he did.

• Alone he laid you to rest.

• His once beautiful blue eyes turned to yellow as he watched you disappear from his life.

• Anikin felt as if your blood was on his hands, as if he failed to protect you.

• He also felt as if he failed you, because if you hadn't loved him as deeply as you did, maybe then you wouldn't have given your life for his.

• The day you died, was the very same day Darth Vader was born.

• Qui-Gon Jinn •

• Qui-Gon knew he shouldn't have grown attached to you, he knew it wouldn't end well.

• The rules about attachments, about love, were in place for this very reason.

• Quickly he took care of the man that had fatally wounded you, and held you close.

• Try as he might with the help of the force he attempted to heal your wounds, unable to do so he tried his best to be strong for you.

• He pecked your lips, and brushed back your hair.

• "You're going to be alright darling, just breath. That's it, just keep breathing."

• His hands shook as he placed his free hand over your wound, trying weakly to stop the bleeding.

• Again he tried using the Force to at least try to ease your pain, to make this easier for you.

• "Just relax my darling, we'll see eachother again."

• Qui-Gon promised you with a weak smile, his heart breaking at the sight of your own equally weak smile.

• His heart breaking further as he felt your breathing slow down considerably, the light in your eyes fading with every shallow breath.

• If there was anything Qui-Gon was grateful for, it was getting to hold you in his arms one last time.

• Darth Maul •

• Maul was foolish enough to think you were untouchable, that you were both untouchable.

• And his world crashed around him as you collapsed to the ground.

• Maul thought he knew pain, but all that he's been through, all that he's done. It was nothing compared to losing you.

• "You'll pay for this!"

• Maul growled at the man that was daring enough to hurt you.

• Ruthlessly he slashed at the man, cutting him limb from limb, and keeping him alive until he was satisfied.

• His rage blinded him, and only subsidied when he heard you wheezing in pain.

• "(Y/n) my star."

• Without another thought he dropped his saber, and rushed to your side, cradling you against his chest.

• He was unfazed by your blood seeping into his robes, firmly placing his hand against your wound, desperately trying to at least slow the bleeding.

• "I'll find you again my star, nothing can keep me from you, nothing."

• Maul promised as he rest his forehead against your own, the connection between you both through the Force, assuring him that he could keep that promise.

• He also swore to take down anyone and everyone that was involved in your demise, whoever that man worked for was as good as dead, and anyone else Maul deemed guilty.

• Maul will destroy worlds to avenge you if he must.

• He kept his eyes locked with yours as you slowly slipped away, his hearts thundering with heartache.

• "We will be together again."

• Maul promised before you gave your final breath, a rage filled scream escaping him as you died.

• And all who knew of Darth Maul, learned that after your demise, the Sith could be far crueler, far darker than he had been when you were still alive.

• Maul eventually turns to the traditions of the Zabrak, and finds a way to reunite with you through the magick of his people.

• It isn't enough, and it'll never be enough, because it is simply a ghost of you.

• But until his demise it is all he can manage, and he will accept that while he cannot hold you anymore, he can at least still see you and speak with you.

• Feral Opress •

• Feral is heartbroken beyond belief.

• You were the only truly good thing in his life, you were his and he was yours.

• Savage had witnessed the whole thing unfold, and for the sake of his brother, he struck down the man that dared to harm you.

• Feral wasn't sure what to do, so he acted on instinct, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms.

• You had once said laying in his embrace was your favorite thing, the thing that brought you the most comfort.

• And he knew that's all he could do for you, comfort you as you slowly succumbed to your wounds.

• "Sh sh my sweet, just relax, I'm here, I've got you."

• He brushed your hair back in a soothing way, ignoring how much it hurt him to feel your blood painting his skin.

• He peppered kisses across your paling face, his hearts breaking with every kiss.

• You giggled in a pitiful way, coughing a moment later, blood oozed from your mouth.

• And Feral, delicately, lovingly wiped it away.

• "It's okay my sweet, look at me."

• His lip quivered a little as your glossy eyes peered into his own.

• "I love you, don't you ever forget that."

• He pecked your lips, tears escaping him when your final breath wheezed out from your lungs.

• Savage Opress •

• Savage instantly saw red, his hearts filled with rage, and regret.

• He ripped the man who hurt you limb from limb with his bare hands. The man's blood only cooling his temper a little.

• Dropping the carcass carelessly to the ground, he rushed back to your side, and as gently as he could he picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

• With you in his arms, Savage walked carefully across the tundra of the desolate planet you were on, unable, unwilling to just leave you on this wasteland of a planet.

• "Oh little one, my sweet stupid girl. You should have just let me handle him."

• He meant well, he really did. But he was hurt that you would do something so reckless, so selfless.

• You had once promised him forever.

• You giggled weakly, reaching up to caress his handsome face. And Savage melted into your touch.

• His hearts broke, knowing he couldn't save you, not this time.

• His blazing eyes locked onto your pale face, he wanted to commit your face to memory, despite the fact that he already has every part of you committed to memory.

• "I'll see you again little one, through the magick, the Force, I will see you again."

• He promised as he cradled you close, the chill of your skin finally breaking his resolve.

• Savage cried as he held you close, falling to his knees as you struggled to breathe.

• He grew darker that day, much darker. Swearing to fight to the bitter end, until he could be reunited with you once more.

• Kylo Ren •

• The moment you collapsed before his eyes, Kylo felt as if he would die alongside you.

• With a rage filled cry, Kylo cut down the man that hurt you, and threw the rest over a nearby cliff with the Force.

• He fell to his knees beside you, watching helplessly as your blood stained the snow around you.

• "Starlight what have you done?"

• He breathed out as he pulled you into his arms, tears of heartache and rage streaming down his face, his helmet long since abandoned.

• "I couldn't- couldn't let you get hurt."

• You had wheezed out, desperately clutching the deep gash at your side. Kylo's hand rest over yours, desperately hoping to stop the bleeding.

• "I can't live without you."

• Kylo whispered in a broken voice, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

• He squeezed you tighter, as you grew colder and colder in his arms.

• "Don't leave me, please, I can't go on without you."

• Kylo shook in his sorrow and rage, as your breathing became shallow.

• Despite the fact that you were literally dying, you still tried to comfort him, brushing his hair back weakly, your blood staining his pale skin.

• This only served to break his heart further, how can he possibly go on without you?

• Kylo is the most likely to rage an all out war, in hopes of getting himself killed so he could be reunited with you.

• But that's not to say he won't fight to the bitter end.

• Armitage Hux •

• It took everything in Armitage to stay standing, to not collapse and cradle you in his arms.

• If he had done so, he knew your sacrifice would have been in vain.

• But the moment the man is killed by his troopers, he's falling to his knees and pulling you into his arms.

• "GET A MEDICAL DROID NOW!"

• He barks at his men, who rush to follow out his order.

• But it's too late, your once bright eyes are dull and lifeless, having died on impact.

• That doesn't stop Armitage from deluding himself into thinking you'll be okay.

• He's crying, and begging you to wake up, but you don't respond to any of his attempts to stir you.

• "Please angel, wake up, come on."

• He's shaking you, kissing you, and eventually in his desperation he's beating on your chest in an attempt to get your heart pumping again.

• By the time a medical droid comes, he refuses to let you go. His troopers eventually have to tear him away from your body.

• He's kicking and screaming, red in the face as he fights them. But it's no good, they are to strong.

• Armitage has to control himself during your funeral, every instinct in him screaming to not let you go, to fight to bring you back.

• He is much harsher after this, starting arguments more and more with Kylo, and taking every ounce of pain when Kylo throws him across the room with the Force, as if he deserves to be punished.

• He's even trying to goad Kylo into killing him, but the man has a little more restraint than the General had thought.

• Armitage is the most likely to give into his dark depressive thoughts, and take his own life.

• His final thoughts are of you and you alone.

• General Grievous •

• You were his most prized "possession" so to speak, nothing in all of the galaxy meant as much to Grievous as you did.

• "My treasure, no you can't do this, you can't leave me I forbid it!"

• He's killed the man before you even hit the ground, where you lay for mere moments before he's cradling you in his arms.

• He's gentle with you, as he quite literally sprints you to the nearest medical bay.

• "Get out all of you!"

• He barks at the droids, not trusting them to fix what cannot be undone. Certain that he'll be able to save you.

• He's frantic in his attempts to patch you up, almost unaware of the way you gently touch his arm.

• Grievous froze in an instant when you weakly called out his name, his attention now solely on your face, cupping your hand in two of his.

• "What do you need treasure?"

• He asked in a soft voice, ignoring how his voice shook with emotion.

• You simply smiled at him, as if taking in the sight of him was all you cared about in that moment.

• "I-I lo-ve-"

• You tried croaking out, only for your breath to be stolen as you slipped away, dying before his very eyes, trying to declare your love one last time.

• The very ground shook with his scream of despair and heart retching agony.

• From that moment on he took out every ounce of pain and anger at losing you on anyone he deemed a threat.

• Sometimes even on innocent people, who would unknowingly remind him of you.

• He fought dirty and ruthlessly, uncaring if he would get himself killed, or if he would even succeed.

• Grievous also travelled far and wide across the galaxy in an attempt to find some way to bring you back to life.

• He cared not for whatever it might cost, or what he might have to do, who he would have to kill.

• If there is a way he can bring you back, he'll find a way, not matter how long it takes.

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Sugar high (James Aubrey)

Paring: James Aubrey x Hodgins!Reader

Summary: James comes home exhausted from a case only to find his fiancée lounging on the kitchen counter in his shirt with a tub of vanilla ice cream. What starts as a teasing snack quickly turns into a heated and messy situation.

Warrings: Smut, unprotected sex, food kink? - vanilla ice cream only tho, dirty talk, counter top sex, rough-ish, oral(F receiving), round 2 fade to black.

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The door clicked behind him, and James dropped his keys onto the counter with a soft jingle. He’d just come back from a long, grueling case, muscles tight and clothes smelling faintly of gunpowder and road dust. His eyes immediately locked onto the sight that made his chest tighten and his pulse jump.

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This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

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Then bring me luck

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the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

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eggrollforyou

hii i saw (and loved) your "wait for me" and have a request on the same vibe"

could you write one where fem! strawhat reader was in love with sanji and confessed but he said he didn't feel the same cause he was scared of being loved, but during time skip reader grows close to sabo/law/a-character-you-seem-fit and when they reunite sanji feels betrayed thinking reader lies about loving him?

don't now if it's clear, english is not my first language

Nonnie! I'm SOO sorry this took so long to answer. 2025 was...well, you know 2025. I really appreciate your patience on this and I hope you enjoy! Also, don't even get in your head about it, you were perfectly clear with your request! ❤️

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Sanji x F!reader

Synopsis: Your feelings for Sanji aren’t reciprocated and you’re forced apart. But finding your peace leaves Sanji wondering if your feelings were ever real to begin with when he realizes he may have feelings for you that go beyond what he finds in your bed.

CW: Smut (p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names), angst, unrequited love, self esteem issues, poor communication, unhealthy coping mechanisms, suicide ideation, use of alcohol, fighting, use of Y/N, canon divergence. Readers (& Law’s) thoughts in italic.

A/N: This is barely proofread. If you see any big errors, point them out and I'll fix them.

It started with the little gestures; his offers to prepare your food just so, the little snacks he saved for you when he knew you were going to sneak into the kitchen for a midnight snack. The herbal tea blends when he learned your favorites. It wasn’t hard to fall for him. You found comfort in the faint scent of herbs and spices mixed with a tinge of tobacco that started to linger in your room for all the time he spent in your bed.

At first, you’d roll your eyes when he fawned over you. Realizing how much he admired the female form with hearts in his eyes and a trickle of blood from his nose when approached by a beautiful woman. But his charm, caring nature for his crew except for Zoro , and devotion to them slowly morphed your initial thoughts of him.

Helping him prepare meals or clean up after dinners, you slowly began to chip away at the exterior that was Vinsmoke Sanji and he settled a place in your heart that began to bloom. Lingering glances turned into lingering touches which led to stolen nights together. The crew knew something was going on between you two, but neither of you had labeled it. There was merely an understanding between you both. You were his and he was yours.

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(short reacts) | "he kisses you" + one piece men

summary: you're cornered. he's too close. your heart is in your throat. he's watching you. and then he kisses you. (part 1 here)

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(short reacts) vol. 2 | "he kisses you" + one piece men

summary: you're cornered. he's too close. your heart is in your throat. he's watching you. and then he kisses you.

characters: zoro, sanji, beckman, kidd, kuzan, smoker, doflamingo, lucci

volume 1 here: (crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon)

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Love at First Sight

sabo x fem!reader

sabo's week aboard the sunny turns into love at first sight for the two of you, with shy glances, awkward moments, and unspoken feelings... and the chaos of the strawhats.

a/n: aaah idk about this one, in my head it was cuter...

words count: 7.8k

tags: sfw, strawhat!reader, fluff, love at first sight, shy romance, humor, awkwardness, slow burn

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The sun shines over the Thousand Sunny. The sea is calm. It’s a peaceful day, and you’re standing near the ship’s rail, watching the ocean.

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Male Hashiras with a pregnant S/O

Once again, this has been in my drafts for months :')

All of them are like the best case scenario (all of them wanting to be fathers), tell me or something if you want, by any chance, the worst case scenario ("it's too dangerous to have kids rn"), or other characters.

He was quietly patrolling near a river, his expression calm as ever, lost in the rhythm of rustling leaves and running water. When you called his name, he turned, blue eyes softening immediately at the sight of you. “(Y/N),” he greeted, voice low. “Is something wrong?” Your heart raced as you stepped closer, hands trembling slightly. “I… I have something to tell you.” His brow furrowed with concern, and before you could say more, he rested a hand on your shoulder, gentle, steady, grounding. “I’m pregnant,” you said, barely above a whisper.

For a long moment, Giyu said nothing. Then, slowly, his hand slipped down to intertwine with yours. “I see…” His lips parted, an almost imperceptible smile appearing. “That’s… good. No, it’s wonderful.” He pulled you into his chest, heartbeat steady against your ear. “I’ll protect you. Both of you,” he murmured, voice shaking just slightly, betraying the emotion he rarely showed.

You found Kyojuro in the courtyard, his laughter echoing as his blade sliced through the air with precision. When he spotted you, his face brightened instantly. “Ah! My love!” he boomed, sheathing his sword. “What brings you here with such a serious expression?”

You smiled nervously, fingers clutching the hem of your haori. “I… have some news.” His golden eyes widened slightly, but he stayed silent, giving you all his attention.

“I’m pregnant.”

For a second, even Kyojuro went still. Then, that familiar flame of joy erupted from him. He burst into a laugh, radiant and unrestrained, before sweeping you into his arms. “Marvelous! Truly, this is the greatest blessing!” he declared, spinning you lightly. “We shall raise the child with warmth, courage, and love!” You giggled as he pressed his forehead to yours, voice softening. “Thank you… for giving me something new to protect.”

(Adult Muichiro okay?) You found him sitting in the garden, mist curling around him like an old friend. When you approached, his gaze lifted, soft and distant. “You’re trembling,” he said simply, noticing your hands. “What’s wrong?”

You sat beside him and whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, his expression didn’t change, then his lips parted slightly, eyes widening in quiet surprise. Slowly, a smile formed, small but genuine. “…That’s… great.” He reached out, resting a hand over yours. “I can’t promise I’ll understand everything about being a father right away,” he admitted softly, “but I’ll learn. I’ll protect you and our child. Always.” The wind carried his words like a vow, gentle yet unbreakable.

He had just dismissed the exhausted trainees, sweat glistening on his skin as he wiped his brow. When he noticed you waiting by the steps, a rare, crooked smile appeared. “Hey, what’s up?” he asked, plopping down beside you.

You hesitated, offering him an ohagi to distract your shaking hands. “’Nemi… I need to tell you something.” He stuffed the ohagi in his mouth, glancing your way. “Go ahead.”

“I’m pregnant.”

The man froze, mid-chew, eyes wide, half an ohagi hanging from his mouth. The silence that followed was so absurd that you couldn’t help but laugh. Then, without warning, Sanemi dropped the snack and pulled you into a rough, trembling hug. “I… damit, I’ll do everything right,” he muttered against your shoulder. “I’ll protect you both. I swear I won’t be like my old man.” Your hand brushed through his hair, feeling the tension melt into something raw and tender.

You found him meditating beneath the roaring waterfall, beads clutched between his hands. When he sensed your presence, his serene face lifted toward you. “(Y/N), is everything well?” he asked, voice resonant and gentle.

You nodded, stepping into the shallow pool. “Gyomei… I have something to tell you.” The words trembled out. “I’m pregnant.”

For a long moment, all you could hear was the water crashing down. Then, Gyomei’s lips parted in awe—his sightless eyes wet with sudden tears. “Such… a blessing,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “I am unworthy of such grace.” When you moved closer, he wrapped his arms around you with reverence. “I will pray for your safety every day. For the child, and for you. You are both… my world.”

When you walked into the training ground, Tengen was sparring with Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru watching nearby. He immediately noticed your nervous expression, grin widening. “What’s the matter, Y/N? You look more flashy than usual.”

You exchanged glances with the other wives, who were barely containing their excitement. “I… have something to say.” Tengen tilted his head dramatically. “Don’t tell me, it’s flashy news?” You nodded, smiling through nervous tears. “I’m pregnant.”

He froze for half a heartbeat—then burst into dazzling laughter. “Ha! I knew it! I heard you whispering last night!” Your jaw dropped. “You what?!” The three wives burst into laughter, and you smacked his arm playfully. “You jerk!” He only pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead. “Our family just got flashier, love. I’ll make sure our child grows surrounded by beauty, strength, and more love than they can handle.”

Obanai sat quietly beneath the trees, Kaburamaru coiled loosely around his shoulders. When he saw you, he stood, a faint blush already on his cheeks. “You shouldn’t walk alone,” he scolded softly, adjusting his bandages.

“I needed to tell you something,” you said, smiling nervously.

His single visible eye flicked toward you, wary but attentive.

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence. Even Kaburamaru seemed to pause. Obanai’s breath hitched; he blinked rapidly, gaze darting away as a deep crimson spread across his face. “I… I see,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “That’s… wonderful news.” You stepped closer, and he carefully took your hand, thumb brushing your knuckles. “I never thought I’d have something like this,” he admitted quietly. “Something worth living for so deeply.” When you leaned into his chest, his snake gently coiled around your wrist, as if welcoming you both.

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⋆.ೃ࿔. sanemi fucked the hashira out of you

tw: rough sex, breeding kink, domesticity, creampie, soft aftercare

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thank you everyone who voted in the poll !! here is part two based off those results. xxx

PART ONE

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After that night, it was obvious. Sanemi had made it his fucking mission.

Every time he got his cock in you, he came deep. No pulling out, no hesitation. Just rutting hard, groaning low in your ear when his cum spilled thick and hot inside you.

You knew what he was doing. He didn’t even bother hiding it.

Sometimes you’d try to fight him on it, sitting up, grabbing the back of his white hair, yanking until he hissed. “If you don’t pull out, I swear I’ll - ”

But he’d only smirk through gritted teeth, fucking into you harder, the clap of his hips snapping against your pelvis loud in the quiet room. “Yeah? Gonna slap me? While you’re squeezin’ my cock like that?”

And then you’d both be coming, you yanking his hair, him groaning through clenched teeth, pumping you so full you felt it drip down your thighs. His scarred fingers always shoved it back in, two thick digits pressing the mess inside while he muttered under his breath about “wastin’ good cum” if he didn’t.

Other times he slowed down. Had you in his lap, riding him slow and deep, his scarred hands gripping your ass as his head tilted back. His breath came in harsh pants, his voice cracking with need.

“Fuck…just give it to me already. Want you round with my kid. Can’t stop thinkin’ about it.”

And the way he said it - passive aggressive, like a complaint, like he hated himself for wanting it so badly - made your body clench down on him even harder. And you couldn’t help it.

Morning after, nothing changed. You both pulled on your uniforms, acting like he hadn’t fucked his load into you the night before. You trained. You worked with the lower ranks. You listened to the Kakushi rattle off missions - and Sanemi always scoffed, clicking his tongue, throwing you an annoyed look when your name got called.

But you knew it was only a matter of time before his efforts paid off.

Because you were at it like rabbits. Sanemi’s stamina was insane, even by Hashira standards. Some mornings he came home right before sunrise, uniform dirty and still the first thing he did was shove you into the futon, pounding into you with adrenaline, chasing another orgasm out of you just so he could cum deep again.

Lately, you noticed it more. The way his hands gripped you tighter, the way his thrusts turned frantic when he groaned into your skin about the shit he saw on missions.

Every time, he fucked you like he was chasing a cure to it. Like knocking you up was the only way he’d ever let you out of that hell.

So yeah. Sanemi wasn’t gonna stop.

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You tried to keep things professional. Both of you did.

You were Hashira before anything else. There was no room for tenderness, no space for love in the Corps.

Still, it bled through the cracks. Especially now, with this new…assignment on Sanemi’s mind.

In meetings, when missions were handed out, Sanemi always started arguing.

“Not this one.” He’d mutter, glaring at the map. “Too far. I’ll take it.”

“It’s mine.’” You’d snap, snatching the slip.

“You’re not goin’ out there alone.”

“Not your call.”

“The fuck it isn’t.”

Shinobu would let out a short exhale. “Would the Wind and the…currently domestically entangled Hashira take this outside?”

You both glared at her.

It happened often now - bickering over patrol routes, over duty stations that were meant to last weeks, investigations. You could feel his stare burn through you during briefings, even when you refused to meet it.

Rengoku once laughed quietly, hands folded in his haori sleeves. “Ah, young love! There’s such passion in your quarrels.”

“I’ll show you passion.” Sanemi started to bark, and you elbowed him so hard in the ribs he choked.

And yeah, he pissed you off. Yeah, we was overbearing.

But, when you came home after sunset - when the world finally stilled, the wind calmed, and the weight of your sword had begun to settle heavy on your spine - you’d find him waiting.

He always waited.

Especially after the long missions. The ones in remote areas, where the threat ran deeper, quieter. The ones where you'd be gone for days. Sometimes weeks. Too far for his crow to reach often. Too dangerous for sleep to come easy.

So, he’d wait. Right there. On the top step of your shared estate, elbows resting heavy on his knees.

When you finally walked up that path - he always tried to act like he hadn’t been sitting there for hours.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” You’d sigh, shrugging off your haori.

“Yes.” He’d mutter, eyes sweeping from head to toe for injury, “But couldn’t sleep, I guess.”

You’d fight a smile, soft and small. “You’re terrible at pretending you don’t worry.”

He scoffed, gaze jerking away. “Tch. Don’t flatter yourself.”

But you saw it - plain as day. The way his shoulders finally dropped when you brushed past him. The way his chest rose fuller, easier, like he hadn’t really been breathing until he saw you.

Sometimes, he didn’t even say anything else. Just stood behind you while you peeled off your uniform, while you wiped the grime from your skin.

And when you sank onto the futon, muscles aching and eyelids drooping, he was there - pulling the blanket over you without a word. Calloused fingers brushing hair from your cheek.

You both knew - whatever rage he flung at the world during the day - his peace never came until he saw you, safe and whole, standing in front of him again.

Because he couldn’t rest - not really - until you did.

Until your voice met his ears.

Until your eyes - maybe tired, but still alive - met his across the threshold.

And gods help anyone or anything who tried to stand in the way of that.

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He never really slept. Not unless exhaustion forced it out of him.

Your estate laterns burned low, and Sanemi’s arm was slung around your waist, heavy and unmoving. His breathing came steady and deep, but you knew better.

You could tell by the way his thumb kept dragging the same slow circle over your hipbone. The way his chest stayed too tight against your back - not loose, not softened by sleep. And every now and then, his fingers would twitch.

His sword was always close. Within arm’s reach on his side of the futon, still sheathed but never far. Just in case.

And you knew it wasn’t about paranoia. Not completely.

It was that restless instinct to protect. The deep, marrow-deep knowledge that peace was a fragile, dying thing - that one blink, one breath, one wrong sound, and it could all be gone.

You didn’t try to tell him to sleep. You’d learned not to.

Instead, you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his, and brought it to rest over your stomach.

“You’re awake again.” You whispered, voice soft.

He huffed against your neck. “No shit.”

You smiled faintly, brushing your thumb over his scarred knuckles. “You could try closing your eyes.”

He just huffed. Partially annoyed, partially defeated.

So you turned slightly in his arms, just enough to see his face in the dim light - the deep shadows under his eyes, the lines carved into his brow, the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin.

And gods, he was beautiful in that moment. Rough edges softened. Vulnerable. Human.

You reached up, brushing a bit of hair off his forehead. “Close your eyes at the same time as me.”

He swallowed hard. His jaw tightened. Then finally, “Fine.”

Sometimes, if he did drift off, it didn’t last.

You’d feel it before you heard it - that sharp, quiet intake of breath as he jerked awake, eyes flying open in the dark.

He’d sit up, scanning the room and then, like clockwork, he’d reach for you.

Two fingers pressing lightly to your throat. Checking your pulse.

And when he felt it - the steady beat beneath his fingertips, he’d exhale. “Sorry.” He’d whisper.

You’d shake your head, catching his hand in yours, pressing it flat to your chest. “Don’t be.”

He’d hold it there for a while, feeling your heartbeat against his palm, until it lulled him back into silence.

And sometimes, instead of reaching for your pulse, he’d reach for you.

Fingers curling in the fabric of your robe, tugging it loose. No words, just that slow, careful movement - like asking without asking.

And then he’d fuck you, soft and slow - slower than usual - in the stillness of the hour before dawn. One hand gripping your thigh, the other braced by your head as he murmured into your skin.

“Want you to have my kids.” He’d whisper, breath catching in his throat, hips pressing deeper. “Need it…You’d take care of ‘em. Of all of us. Keep us in line. Keep me sane.”

You laughed softly, breathless. “You think I could keep you in line?”

He smiled against your mouth - small, aching. “You already do.”

His thrusts stayed deep, unhurried, his hands moving up your sides, feeling every tremor of your body under his. The room smelled like sweat and heat and the faint sweetness of the oil lamp burning low.

And when he came - hot, thick, deep - he buried his face in your neck, groaning your name.

He didn’t move right away. Didn’t pull out. Just stayed there, trembling slightly, breathing you in.

“I want it.” He murmured again. “A home. A kid. You. All of it.”

You brushed your fingers through his hair, your heart twisting.

“I know, Nemi.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your throat, eyes closing as he breathed you in.

Maybe, you thought, this wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe being his wife - being the home he kept coming back to - wouldn’t be so bad.

Maybe he was right.

____________

A couple weeks later, it was a quiet night at your estate.

No Kakushi lingering in the hall. No servants fluttering between rooms, lighting lanterns or drawing water for baths. You’d dismissed them all gently at sunset, murmuring something about wanting the house to yourself for the evening.

And for once, Sanemi was too.

Dinner was quiet, and simple. Miso broth. Grilled rice balls. Leftover tempura that you reheated yourself, waving Sanemi away when he tried to hover near the stove like he might actually offer to help.

You ate across from each other on the floor, cushions pulled in close, the lanternlight dim and flickering as you talked about nothing. Patrol routes. The last time you’d seen Mitsuri. The cracks forming in your favorite wooden teacup.

You didn’t realize you were watching him so openly until he looked up at you, jaw flexing mid-bite.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You murmured, looking away.

But it wasn’t nothing. Not really.

Because Sanemi had just licked rice from his thumb - and all you could think about was how those same fingers might look curled around something much smaller. Softer. How he might cradle a child the way he held his sword - too tight at first, until he learned gentleness.

You imagined him muttering under his breath about noise and clutter and how “no one ever puts shit back where it belongs.”

But the moment that baby tugged at his leg, or held their arms up to be picked up - he’d melt. You knew it. He’d groan, maybe. Pretend to be reluctant. But the second that wobbly little voice said “papa,” he’d drop everything.

Scarred hands scooping up tiny limbs. Battle-worn fingers smoothing over soft cheeks.

You pictured him out in the garden, sleeves rolled up, trying to help the kid balance on their feet while grumbling about “weak little ankles” and “who the hell falls over that easily.”

You imagined him coming home after a long mission, blood soaked on his knuckles, and setting his sword down before walking straight into the nursery.

Yeah. You could see it.

You could see him - the man behind the mean attitude - as a father.

And it did something to you.

You blinked down at your bowl, suddenly flushed.

What the hell.

You weren’t supposed to want that. You were still a Hashira. You were still capable.

Didn’t you?

You chewed slowly, lips pressed together. The thought lingered. And before you even realized it, your body moved before your brain could stop you.

When he stepped into the bedroom - yawning, loose robe slipping even further down his scarred chest - you reached for him.

“The hell’s gotten into you tonight?” He asked, catching himself on one foot as you tugged him down.

You didn’t answer. Just pulled until he dropped onto the futon with a grunt, letting you swing your leg over his hips and settle in his lap.

Your robe pooled around your thighs. His hands automatically gripped them.

“You’re in a mood.” He muttered. But his thumbs were rubbing circles into your skin, slow. Curious.

“Are you complaining?”

His jaw flexed.

“No.”

Your mouth caught his before he could say anything else. The kiss was slow, wet - lips gliding, tongue pushing past teeth with familiar hunger. You ground against him through the fabric, hips dragging low and deliberate, and he let out a quiet grunt against your mouth.

“You keep looking at me like that.” He rasped, eyes half-lidded, “You’re not gonna walk tomorrow.”

“And if I said that was my plan?”

Sanemi groaned, head falling back, the curve of his throat exposed to the warm lamplight. You kissed down it, slow and messy, even as your hands tugged at the belt of his robe. His cock was already thick and hot beneath you, twitching with every slow grind of your hips.

“Shit.” He muttered, squeezing your ass. “Didn’t even get through dinner before gettin’ needy?”

You should’ve teased him back. Should’ve called him insufferable, rolled your eyes, pushed his head down into the futon and rode him without a word.

But instead -

“How bad do you want me to quit?”

The question slipped out on a whisper. Too honest.

Sanemi stilled. His voice dropped low - that rare, almost reverent rasp he only ever used when it was just you.

“I’d throw myself in front of a blade if it meant you’d never have to lift yours again.”

You blinked.

“I’d tie you to this damn estate if I thought you’d let me.”

“Maniac.”

He grinned, but it was pained.

The words made your chest squeeze. Because gods help you - you were starting to get it.

You wanted to laugh. Or cry. You weren’t sure which. Maybe both. Because you’d spent your entire life fighting for the chance to fight. And now, with his hands on your skin, your body slick and warm and straddling his lap…

You were thinking about kids. About gardens. About quiet nights waiting for him to come home.

Shit.

What if you already were?

Your eyes darted down to where his cock was pressed against your soaked folds. You hadn’t bled in…how long now? Three weeks? A little more?

He noticed. “The fuck are you thinking so hard about?” He muttered, eyes narrowing as he slipped a hand between your bodies and palmed your cunt, rubbing slow.

“Nothing.” You lied.

Sanemi hummed, reached up, and tugged your robe open the rest of the way, dragging it off your shoulders until you sat bare in his lap, flushed.

“Look at you.” He muttered, sitting up on one elbow just to look.

You didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just watched his face as his eyes drank you in - the slope of your breasts, the sheen of sweat on your collarbone, the soft flex of your thighs straddling his lap.

You didn’t hesitate.

You reached between your thighs, gripped his cock, and lined yourself up - letting yourself sink down with a breathless gasp.

“Fuck.” He choked, hand slamming to your hip to keep you steady as your cunt squeezed around him.

You rolled your hips slow, eyes fluttering shut.

And all you could think about - between each wet, dragging thrust - was him.

Sanemi. Crouched in the backyard, holding a small toddler by the arms. Guiding their steps with loud, clumsy encouragement.

Sanemi. Holding a baby after a mission. Skin stained in blood, but whispering soft apologies as he cradled them against his chest.

Sanemi. Coming home to you in a quiet kitchen, arms wrapping around your waist, voice low in your ear, asking how his girls were.

You clenched around him so hard he groaned.

“Fuck - you trying to snap my cock in half?”

“I think I want it.” You whispered. “All of it.”

He blinked up at you, chest heaving.

“Want you. A family. All of it.”

He cupped your face then - both hands, suddenly - pulling you down into a kiss that tasted like home.

Your thighs started to ache, muscles trembling. His hands gripped your hips, dragging your body against his in slow, grinding rolls that made your breath catch.

Then one of his hands smoothed up your back, calloused fingers tracing your spine, before he cupped the base of your neck.

You let him move. Let him roll his hips up, deep and slow, cock dragging along every slick ridge inside you like he was trying to carve his name into you from the inside out. Every thrust was deliberate - measured, not rushed.

And gods, he was warm.

You could feel it in your core, that slow build starting all over again, your stomach tightening with every roll of his hips.

His hand cupped your ass. Guided you. Encouraged you.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this. Mine.” He murmured, glancing down between your bodies

He sat up suddenly, arms sliding around your waist in one swift motion - hugging you to him, pulling you in so tight you could barely breathe.

You gasped, arms looping around his neck, pressing your forehead to his shoulder as his cock stayed seated deep inside you.

“Mine.” He whispered, rough. “My pretty wife.”

You froze. Just for a moment.

“You’re all I need.” He breathed. “You hear me?”

Your fingers dug into his hair, gripping tight. You could barely speak past the lump rising in your throat.

“And you’re gonna help me…” He went on, voice raw and low, “Raise the best damn kids this world’s ever seen.”

You nodded, barely breathing.

“You’re gonna be such a good mom.” He whispered. “So good. So sweet. Gonna love them like crazy. Gonna - fuck - gonna love me even when I don’t deserve it.”

You kissed his temple, forehead, cheek - anywhere you could reach.

His arms tightened.

“I’ve never wanted anything like this.” He whispered. “Not ‘til you.”

You whimpered - just a little - because it hit too hard, too deep.

Because you wanted it now. You didn’t know when that happened. Didn’t know how his hands and voice and stupid, hopeful dreams burrowed their way inside you.

You buried your face in his shoulder, voice shaky.

“I think I’m already pregnant.”

Sanemi stilled.

His arms didn’t loosen. Just pulled you in even tighter.

“…Good.”

You lifted your head, and he kissed you before you could finish, slow and soft.

And then he moved again, hips tilting up, slow and deep.

You cried out - his name on your lips, nails digging into his shoulder, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

He rocked into you with everything he had. “My pretty girl.” He murmured. “My sweet lady. My wife.”

“Sanemi -”

“Gonna make you a mom. Gonna take care of you. Always.”

You nodded, clinging to him.

“Even if I gotta cut down the whole world to do it.”

You came hard and he quickly chased after it. Your moans echoing off each other.

And when he stilled - come spilling deep and hot inside you, arms wrapped around your waist, body shuddering as he groaned into your skin - you stayed like that.

The whole world soft for once.

Just the two of you.

Maybe three.

____________

The front gate creaked open with a clang, wood smacking against wood.

“Shinazugawa-sama, please, let us—”

“Go home.” Sanemi barked, not even bothering to look at the two estate servants still waiting by the corridor. “I didn’t ask for a damn welcome party.”

“But your uniform, sir—”

“I said go home.”

You smiled faintly to yourself, the laundryline creaking as you reached up to pin the last yukata sleeve in place.

You could hear him now - feet heavy, pace sure, irritation in every step. A door opened. Another slammed shut. A muttered curse. A huff of breath.

Then silence.

And a heartbeat later -

“…there you are.”

You didn’t turn around.

Sanemi crossed the yard in ten strides, no haori, just his sleeveless corps uniform clinging to his frame - all scarred biceps, and sharp muscle cutting beneath his open collar. His white hair was damp from training, jaw tight, the scowl on his face softening the moment he saw your hands full.

“Tch.” He grumbled, coming up behind you. “Didn’t I say you’re supposed to be relaxing?”

“Didn’t you want a housewife? I’m doing wife things.”

A beat of silence.

Then a resigned scoff as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, palms immediately finding your stomach like they were drawn there by instinct. He pressed his face into your shoulder, muttering something indecipherable, and you could feel the way his chest rose and fell against your back, slower now.

“Be nice to the staff, Sanemi.”

“They’re annoying.”

“They’re trying to help.”

“I don’t need help. I need you.”

You laughed softly, leaning back into him. “You saw me this morning.”

He kissed your temple, voice gruff in your ear. “Wasn’t enough.”

His hands rubbed along the curve of your belly, slow and warm, and you could feel the way his shoulders dropped. Like tension bled out of him with every pass of his thumb. His cheek brushed against your hair.

“You alright?” he murmured.

“Mhm.”

“Feet hurting again?”

“A little.”

He turned his head and pressed a kiss into the space just behind your ear. “Should’ve had your ass up by early with me to soak.”

You smiled. “You’ll come bathe with me later, right?”

He snorted. “What kind of question is that?”

Another laugh. Another little pause, full of nothing but breath and breeze and the sound of laundry rustling on the line.

“I got a couple names.” He said suddenly, low and casual, like it was something he’d been sitting on all day. “For the next ones.”

You tilted your head. “Next what?”

He looked down pointedly.

You rolled your eyes. “We haven’t even had this one yet.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He muttered, rubbing lazy circles into your side. “Told you how many I want.”

You arched a brow. “Oh, so that’s all I’m good for now? Making babies?”

Sanemi gave a low snort, hands unapologetically sliding over your sides to settle beneath the swell of your belly. “You weren’t complaining about it the other night.”

You turned just enough to catch the smirk on his face.

He shrugged, unrepentant. “Said you’d give me four more while you were bouncin’ on my cock. Don’t remember? Sounded real sincere.”

Your face burned. “Sanemi…”

He ducked to kiss your cheek, all smug affection and rough warmth.

“Pretty sure you asked me to fuck more babies into you. That you wanted our house full of ‘em.”

You slapped his chest with the back of your hand, face hot. “That was the pregnancy hormones talking.”

He just snorted, mouth pressed to the side of your neck again, smirking against your skin. “Mm. Sure it was.” He mumbled.

You shook your head. “One at a time, Shinazugawa.”

Silence fell over the yard again. Just the two of you. Cicadas humming. Fabric flapping softly overhead.

His grip on you loosened slightly.

“C’mere.” He mumbled.

You followed him back inside.

And you thought - he had done it. He succeed in fucking the Hashira out of you.

Because nothing about you missed the corps.

Not when he was like this.

Not when home smelled like sun-warmed linens and sweat and his skin.

Not when his arms wrapped around you like this was the safest place in the world.

Not when you were pregnant with his kid, and he was already planning for the next.

You were his wife. His pretty lady. His soft place to land after long days.

And you were happy with that.

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SHY SHY SHY ; s. genya

summary: tanjiro and zenitsu decides to play matchmaker and set up his good friend genya who was too shy to make a move on an already shy!reader. I changed the plot slightly. longest one shot I’ve written so far!

fluff! I love and miss my baby genya so much. I’m not ready for the next movie.

tanjiro could smell emotions, there was no doubt about that. His heightened sense were never wrong so when he smelt something so soft, so gentle, warm and sweet around genya he became curious.

“you okay, genya?” he asked as he watched his friend polish his gun. genya cleared his throat, “y-yeah.” He whispered not looking up at him. He heard a small laughter come from the end of the training ground. It was you playing five stones with other slayers.

the smell became stronger…sweeter.

he looked over at genya who was looking over at you with a soft expression, his ears red. Tanjiro smiled sweetly, “I see.” he said kindly before cleaning his own katana. Genya looked back at him, “you see what?”

“Your love for y/n.”

Genya jumped in the air and covered tanjiro’s mouth, “love?! love?!” He panicked, “who said I love her?! what are you talking about?! I have no idea what you’re talking about?! All those head butting must start to damage your brain!” he hissed before grabbing his things and left, his whole face red.

Tanjiro could only let out a soft laugh, “it’s okay to fall in love, genya. Love is an amazing feeling. I wish to feel the same one day.”

“shut up, tanjiro!”

once tanjiro finished cleaning his sword he heard footsteps walking towards him, “hey.” you whispered and sat down next to him, “why didn’t you join us?” you asked, “because I didn’t want to leave genya alone.” he replied, making you sigh, “oh.”

“he’s a good person, y/n.”

“I’m sure but you know how hard it is for me to make friends. I’m not like you or Rengoku that can be friends with everyone. I just find it hard to express my feelings and thoughts to random people.” You voiced out, “plus, it doesn’t help that he hates me. I don’t have the patience like you.”

“hate you?” Tanjiro repeated, “genya doesn’t hate you. At least I don’t smell hatred when he’s near or around you.” He explained. You looked into his eyes for a second before lowering your gaze to the ground, “he does hate me. I just know it, he never looks or acknowledges me. I know I don’t like to be centre of attention but I do want a voice of acknowledgement especially since we’re all in a similar age group.”

Tanjiro could smell that sadness blooming off of you. He didn’t know what else to say because he didn’t want to be the one to tell you genya likes you. He wanted his friend to confess.

confess? YES!

That is exactly what he will do. He will help him confess!

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(short reacts) | "you wake up in his arms" + one piece men

summary: you wake up, blinking at soft light, cozy warmth, and realize—you never made it back to your own bed last night.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

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Unintentional couple behaviour

you two acts like a loving couple all the time, so what happens when someone points it out?

gn!reader

characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace and sabo

(luffy, kidd, katakuri, shanks and mihawk)

words count: around 0.8k - 1.3k each

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── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:

You do a lot of things for Zoro without thinking.

You wake him up when it’s time to eat. You stop him from training too much. You make sure he doesn’t get lost whenever the crew visits a new island.

It’s normal for you. Someone has to do it.

But one day, the others start teasing you about it.

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Prompt 1.7 the hearing aid one with Garrett from Twilight if you can! I'd love to see him with a mate that was born deaf and perhaps has a cochlear implant. Perhaps post what happens when she becomes a vampire and hears for the first time without the use of her implant. Please and thank you!

Voice of an Angel(Garrett)

Parring: Human!Cullen!Reader X Garrett

Summary: Garrett loves everything about you even if your deaf, he's always been fascinated about your cochlear implant and even learned sign language for you. But then he has no choice to turn you into a vampire after an accident, but on the bright side you hear for the first time.

Prompt: 1.7)“I'm not ignoring you. My hearing aid just doesn't like you”

A/n: for plot reasons we're just gonna say Garrett was invited to Edward's wedding and that's how you met then you'd be in astablish relationship by BD2

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“It's really good to hear your voice saying my name, It sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words, it makes me weak” - lips of an Angel, Hinder

-------(3rd pov)-------

Bella and Edward's wedding ceremony went off without a hitch and now they're husband and wife. Y/n clapped for her little brother dispite the lonly and aching pain she felt, she wanted what Edward had.

During the reception y/n turned off her hearing aid, getting tired of all the noise that surrounded her. She was leaning against the wall away from everyone when her best friend Eleazar came up to her.

“you okay?” he asked, she didn't respond too stuck in her day dream. Eleazar nudged her, making her look his direction. She turned her hearing aid back on a smiled.

“you turned your hearing aid off again?” he asked. She shrugged. “I hate how loud it was getting”

“try listening to all this with vampire hearing” Eleazar joked.

As the friends talked something or someone cought her eyes. She looked over and saw a scruffy vampire joking with Emmett and Rosalie. She pointed towards the vampire. “hey El, who's that?”

His gold eyes shot to the direction she was pointing. “I don't know... Friend of Edward's maybe”

Garrett looked around as he was joking with Emmett, he tried to ignore the smell of humans everywhere as he had promised not kill anyone, but then one smell cought his attention, it wasn't an appetizing smell... It was a smell he was attracted to. He looked over and saw a woman, the prettiest one he's ever seen.

He couldn't explain the emotions he was feeling, but he knew one of them was jealously as she laughed with a guy he didn't know. He nudged Rosalie not taking his eyes off the girl.

“who's that over there...” he pointed at y/n. Rosalie smiled. “that's y/n.. She's the newest member of the family, she's kinda like our big sister”

“she's gorgeous” he mumbled and for a second he forgot about the advanced hearing him and Emmett possessed. Emmett smacked him upside of the head. “that's my sister... My human sister”

Garrett, not phased by the smak walked towrds y/n, completely ignoring Emmett's threats. As he silently walked towrds her he felt relieved as another woman whisked the guy she was talking to way.

“Hey, I'm Garrett” he said flashing his devishly handsome smirk. “you looked lonely”

“y-you mean board” I she chuckled. He smiled then looked at all the couples dancing. “would you care to dance?” he held out his hand, y/n didn't know why but she took the strangers hand.

“I'm y/n by the way”

“Garrett” he replied as he pulled her to the dance floor and flawlessly swayed around the room among the other couples his ruby eyes stared into her's like a love sick puppy. “can I ask you something?” he asked.

“Sure” part of her thought he'd ask about the hearing-aid, it's always the first thing people notice about her. But not him, the first thing he noticed was her eyes. But then he asked somthing cought her off guard.

“Do you believe in love at first sight -or should I walk by again?” he grined. She let out a chuckle and looked away as she unexpectedly blushed at the cheesey pick-up line.

“really? You've been spending too much time with Emmett it sounds like” she joked. Before he could awnser Jasper came up with smile but his eyes held fire.

“can I cut in?” He asked. Y/n gave her brother a weird look as Garrett released his hands from her.

“Sure”

“what was that about?” she asked putting her hands on his shoulders. Jasper just shrugged. “What, I can't dance with my sister?”

“you can but, Emmett and you both have been acting weird, so has Eleazar” I said as we danced to a more up-beat song.

She looked passed Jasper's shoulder and saw Garrett talking to Rosalie. He looked up and their eyes met. She immediately looked down when he flashed her a smirk.

The smiles, the pick up lines, it didn't go no where the rest of the night. It's not like he had the chance, her brothers and best friend wouldn't leave her side. It didn't go anywhere passed a dance, or so she thought.

After Bella and Edward left for their honeymoon people dispersed throughout the next two days. But one didn't leave, Garrett hit on her every chance he got and she didn't know why. She was sure it was just in his nature to do so, but it was annoying.

She always felt a little insecure about her hearing aid, she never thought a guy would find it attractive. She got over it thought and she wasn't ashamed of who she was, but then Garrett shows up and she starts to question everything.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

It was night three and Garrett still. Hadn't left, he used the excuse that he wanted to catch up with Emmett. He wasn't catching up with Emmett.

That night she sat on the roof of the house trying to get some peace and quiet, but she wouldn't be alone for long.

“Any chance you have an extra heart? Mine’s been stolen” Garrett smirked as he jumped on the roof and sat next to her.

“Garrett” she said simply.

“Yes?” he smiled.

“shut up” she smiled softly and shook her head.

He chuckled, she looked at him and she couldn't held but laugh with him. They talked into the night, important and useless stuff on both ends.

“can I ask you something?” he asked”

She nodded. “how did you get thing on your ear?”

She recoiled and moved her hair over it without relizing it. He grabed her hand gently stopping her. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you”

She shrugged. “I've had it as long as I could remember... I was one of Carlisle's patience before he took me in”

“I know thst look” he started as he read her body language. He could be all jokes but over the centuries he learned how to read people.

“I didn't realize it when we first met ya know? I noticed your eyes” he said. She looked into his red ones and saw nothing but the truth. Being around Edward for some long she learned how to read people too, just the human way.

“I think your beautiful” he admitted. She looked at him shocked at his boldness, but then she couldn't deny the connection between them. Without out thinking he leaned down and connected her lips to his could ones. He froze for a second, not expecting it but his brain quickly rewired and he pulled her closer.

~~~~~~~~(1st pov, present time)~~~~~~~~

The whole family was in shock when Renesmee was born, the little miracle quickly terned into a curse when Irina outed us to the vulturi.

We gathered many witness, even some of Garrett's old war buddies. The house was full of red eyes and being human thst wasn't so great. Garrett knew that too which is why he wouldn't leave my side for too long, and if he did Eleazar or carlisle would be with me, watching me like a couple of body guards. As much as he loved being around my brothers I think those two are the only ones he really trusted.

He especially didn't trust Vladimir, not because he thought he would drink me, but beacuse he saw the way Vladimir would look at me and flirt with me. He was nice and I was too head over heals about Garrett to realize the flirting.

After Garrett told me his concerns I started to notice Vladimir's flirting... Then it started to get annoying. Tody was one of those days.

Vladimir smirked and continued to flirt, you could tell it was getting on Garrett's last nerve. Vladimir then tunred to carlisle. “carlisle, do those little hand movements you and Garrett always do, she can't hear me”

I snorted “I'm not ignoring you, my hearing aid just doesn't like you” I said not taking my eyes off my book. “and it's sign language you Dracula want to be”

Garrett smirked as I snapped my book closed and left the living room. “that's my girl” he smirked and followed after me.

We got threw the week though and the kid was safe and so was the family. The witness said their good byes thought out the week and left for home. The Denalis were the last to stay, which was nice to just morn the death of Irina.

Sigh...

I don't know how it happened really, one second I was saying goodbye to my knew friend Benjamin and then the next I'm lying in the woods covered in my own blood... I couldn't hear a thing either.

~~~~~~~~(Garrett's pov)~~~~~~~~

I looked around the house feeling uneasy. Y/n hadn't been back yet and that was unsal for her.

“have you guys seen y/n?” I asked coming into the living room. The family looked up confused.

“somethings wrong” I mumbled. Some of them shrugged and said she usually disappears after a 'family emergency'

“maybe she got tired of you and left for Egypt with Benjamin” Emmett joked. I knew it was a joke but I was to nervous to think of a usual comeback.

Everyone chuckled but Eleazar looked at me just as worried. “your right... Somthings not right”

Alice dropped something and gasped. She looked panicked, I feared the worst. “it's y/n”

I didn't think twice and was out of the house in seconds with Carlisle and Eleazar behind me. We raced around the woods frantically. The deeper we got the stronger the smell of her blood was, I gasped feeling sick at how strong it was.

I stoped and saw her hearing aid. “over here!” I shouted. Eleazar was at the scene first. I jumped back aginst a tree at the sight of her... Blood never looked so sickening.

“Garrett she needs you right now” Eleazar said as his hands socked up the blood as he checked her womds

“I can't do it” I gasped. “changer her! Please before she dies”

I closed my eyes as Eleazar bit into her. I would be sobbing like a baby if I was human.

~~~~~~~~(1st pov)~~~~~~~~

When I opened my eyes everything seemed so clear. I could see the tiniest cracks in the wall and every single dust partical.

I heared birds chirping. I was so loud it was like the bird was on my shoulder yelling in my ear.

Wait..

I reached up and I didn't feel my hearing aid. I immediately sat up and looked around. My eyes stopped on Garrett. He looked so relived.

“are you okay?” he asked frantically. My eyes widened at how clear his voice sound, I could always sort of hear him but to hear him clear as day made me want to cry.

“say something eles” I said ignoring the question. He looked at me with a questioning look. “What?”

“say something! I can hear!” Garrett shot up immediately with suprise. “oh shit!”

He looked around with the biggest smile. “oh my god! I love you! This is great” he picked me up and spung me around.

“I love the sound of your voice” I chuckled. He pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. “I love you” he said.

“love you too”

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The Executioner’s Bride

Pyramid Head x Reader

Summary: In a town of punishment and suffering, you are the only one who walks beside Pyramid Head without fear.

Silent Hill had never known love.

It was a place of torment and suffering. It twisted souls into monsters and forced them to relive their worst sins.

But you?

You were different.

Because you had been chosen.

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A Rare Flower in a Factory

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Summary: Everyone has their own hidden little secrets, it just happens to be that Heisenberg's secret is the rarest and most beautiful flower.

Everyone has their secrets. Even the four Lords.

But no one could have guessed Heisenberg's.

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Falling in love with James Aubrey after losing Lance Sweets:

Paring: James Aubrey x Hodgins!Reader, previously Lance Sweets x wife!Reader

Summary: learning to fall in love again after your husband Lance passes away. - there will be a part 2!

🩷MasterList 🩷Part 2

you first met James Aubrey when he helped you and your husband Lance figure out who framed your best friend Seeley Booth.

Your first thoughts of him was that he was kinda adorable with his extreme eating habits and goofy personality.

“he's adorable” you whispered to Booth, when you said it back then you didn't mean it as you were attract to him. You ment as if someone called a small child adorable.

What you didn't know was he was smitten when he saw you, he thought you were beautiful and extremely smart. He couldn't stop staring at you and your husband and best friend noticed.

Lance trusted you and it was clear you weren't interested to Aubrey, he let it go and focused on the case. He was still sharp towrds him though, he was checking his wife out after all.

Booth had a different reaction, he thought it was humorous but wanted to Inform him before he started playing with fire. He took Aubry aside without you two knowing “married” he pointed at you, he then pointed to Lance. “husband”

He didn't know why it hurt so much, especially do to the fact you guys just met, but there was something about you and he couldn't get you out of his head. He really tried to let it go but failed, he had a crush on a married woman.

“don't worry” Seeley said, patting his back. “you'll get over it like the rest of them” meaning everyone has had a crush on you at least once.

To make matters worse he was there to witness your husband getting gun down. He felt tears run down his cheek as he watched you hold Lance lifeless body and sob.

“please don't leave me” you cried and rested your forehead on his. “I love you so much” Lance said softly

James didn't know what to do, he wanted to help some how but he only stood there in shock.

Seeley tried to separate you and Lance but you weren't having it. “he's not dying! Please Temperance help me” you cried.

Temperance was trying to hold it together herself. She held back her tears and looked at her husband then back at you. “honey... He's gone”

Seeley made his final good by in privet. “I'll make sure they're alright... Y/n and Charlotte both, I promise to protect them”

And just like that the love of your life was gone, it left a huge whole in your heart and all you wanted to do was avenge Lance.

What hurt you most was telling your daughter Charlotte that her daddy was gone, and on top of that your son hadn't even been born yet.

You stayed strong for your daughter, she had yet to real learn about death. She would have with when her gold fish Gus died but Lance replaced it while she was at preschool. All she knew was her daddy was in Heaven now.

You couldn't sleep on Lance's side of the bed, work got harder, and you just started to drift through time. Your brother Jack got worried about you and asked you and your daughter to move in with him and Angela.

It was a nice change, you got to be with your big brother, who you saw as your hero and Charlotte had the opportunity to grow up with her cousin Michael-Vincent.

A couple months went by and you started to feel better, you knew Lance wouldn't want you to be in so much pain so you tried to just live every day in his name.

Suprisenly James became a good friend to you, for awhile he forgot about his crush on you and just wanted to be there for you and your Daughter.

He made you laugh, the first time you really laughed since Lance passed away was when you went on a case with Seeley and James. It was video game company and James stoped to take a goofy selfie with a bigfoot. Seeley would have told him to knock it off, but it was the first time he heard you laugh in a while and he didn't want to take that away from you.

The more you hung out the more he fell for you and it scared the hell out of him... The both of you. At the time you didn't want another relationship, Lance was the love of your life and you always thought you only get one. You were scared you were giving off the wrong signals to him. Your kindness has been mistaken for flirting before.

Two years passed and your friendship with James only grew stronger. He was their when your son Seeley Lance Sweets was born. He was in the waiting room while your brother and Angela was there comforting you.

James got to be one of the first few to hold little Seeley and was aw struck. Once he saw that little boy he made a promised that he'd protect him and his sister from now on.

People noticed how differently James would treat you. He was naturally a kind man, but with you he treated you like a queen and was always there to protect you if you were out of the lab helping with a case.

He treated your kids like his own, he knew he'd could never replace Lance and he wasn't trying to, but if he need to babyset he would, if they want him read them a story he'll go all out and make difference voices for the characters. He loves your son and daughter.

Then there was the whole sharing food. People knew not to get in between James and his food. Your friends suspected his feelings when they cought you two sharing a plate of fries at the Diner. “that's different” Seeley said.

Hodgins, who just happened to be with him shared a worried look. “you don't think... He would be trying to get close right? She just lost Sweets”

The two didn't try to over think it, Jack knew your stance on a new relationship. He didn't want you to be in anymore pain but he couldn't help question James reasoning, it had only been two years since Lance left.

When the bottled up feelings became too much for James he went to Booth for advice. He was pacing back and forth while also rambling, Seeley tried to keep up as he watched him pace back and forth infront of his desk.

Then it finally clicked. “Wait! Your in love with her!? And she's into you, are you sure?”

“I can't help it.. I would never push her into anything but i cant-” he started but Booth cut him off.

“No, no, no. It's just that Lance was, Lance was perfect for her. I mean, that girl's heart beat for Lance Sweets. It just, it never occurred to me that she would ever be with anyone else.”

James knew how special your relationship with Lance was to you and he respected it. If you two were ment to be he would never be jealous or mad that you'll always love Lance.

But he is human, he would feel a pit in his stomach at the thought his first with you will always be your second with him. You experienced everything that was involved with a relationship with Lance first. Sex, cuddling, having a kid, everything.

Your first reaction to your feelings for him was absolute panic and remorse. You felt you were cheating on Lance or betraying him for having feelings for another. It ate at your already broken heart and you kept it bottled up.

It would go like this, you'd sneek a glance at James, admiring his beautiful eyes and his cute little smile. Then you'd immediately start feeling bad.

Jack caught on, he knew you like the back of his hand and loved you with every fiber of his soul. One day your big brother took you to the side and asked you if you're okay. You broke down in tears and told him how awful you felt.

“buddy, your not cheating on Lance” he said softly. “he would want you to be happy... You lost Lance at such a young age and now Your experiencing something most people wouldn't after losing a spouse, your getting another chance”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “what if I lose him too? And I can't expect him to take care of me and my kids? My son didn't even meet Lance”

That became another fear, you were so afraid of losing him too, what if James dies on you too?

“I think you two should have a long serious talk” your brother said.

You took your brother's advance and talked to James, you talked for hours and brought of everything that was on your minds.

“just promise me you will never die on me” you said with tears in your eyes. “I promise” James nodded and slowly leaned in, you mentally panicked and moved you face so his lips landed on your cheek.

“I'm sorry.. I-” he quickly said. You looked at him saddly and pecked his cheek. “I'm just not ready for all that yet”

He nodded “when ever you are... We'll take things slow there's no rush, just know I'll always be there for you and your kids”

It's been a while since you felt so much love and it scared you, you knew you could trust him but there was still fear of losing him if you got too close.

Even if you took things slow you both loved every moment. It was the little things that mattered most, you'd go to New restaurants, watch movies, go to your kids school functions.

James didn't miss a single thing involving your kids, if your daughter had some kinda concert with her class he'd be recording the whole thing. He even got to witness your Son's first steps.

Seeley Lance or LJ has know James all his life so it wasn't a surprise he called James dad, you told him stories of his father, but he couldn't help but see James as father. Charlotte calls him Jamie, she looks up to him and all but in her mind, her daddy is in heaven.

They do have a strong bond though, the little girl loves to be a round him and feels safe with him.

they probably watched every thing episode of Bluey together.

Speaking of which, James did get you and your kids a puppy, a Beagle puppy that your daughter named Bluey.

The first time you ever said I love you was about a year into your relationship, unfortunately it was after a life threatening experience. You went on a case with Booth and you ended up being in a coma for about a week.

You thought you were dying, and this sad thing is you accepted it. While you were under you could have sworn you talked to Lance, you didn't know if it was hallucination or a ghost.

You ran to him and hugged him tight as tears filled both of your eyes. He was so happy and sad to see you, it just wasn't your time.

“our kids need you.. They can't lose both of their parents”

You held his face in your hands and kissed his lips saddly. “you didn't even get to meet your son... He's so much like you”

He smiled. “I know... And couldn't be more prouder of him and Charlotte both, but I know you three are being tooken care of”

Once again you felt a pit in your stomach when you thought about James, you will never be ashamed of falling in love with him. James put your piece back together and helped you heal, but Lance will alway be your first love.

“don't you ever feel bad for falling on love again... You remember the pain you felt when I died?” Lance asked softly, you nodded sadly. “Aubry is feeling that right now, he's so scared of losing you”

You knew he was right, but you still shook your head and cried... All you wanted to do was stay with him forever.

He smiled softly and whipped your tears away. You said 'I love you' one last time before you started to blink back to reality. You took deep breath and looked around the hospital room. Your brother Jack was fast asleep on a couch in the room, Charlotte and Seeley was piled up with him asleep as well.

James was fast asleep next you, he had a chair pulled up to your bed with his head in your lap and his hand holding your. You took your free hand and ran your fingers through his hair softly.

He jolted awake in a panic, he left out a sigh of relief when he saw you smiling softly at him. “your awake” he said with tears pricking his sleep-deprived eyes.

He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you. “I thought I lost you” you placed your hand on his jaw and pulled him towrds you kissing his lips passionately, it was so soft but held so much emotion. “I love you... So much James”

He smiled, you didn't know how long he's been waiting to hear thoughs words. He smiled from ear to ear and kissed you again. “I love you too”

You only pulled away when you hear your kid chearing your name. “mama!” they jumped from Jack's lap and ran to you, giving you a big hug.

You finally had peace and felt you could move on, your life was better knowing Lance and you are better person because of him. Now it's time to start over with a man you knew loved you just as much as Lance did.

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