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The Twilight Saga + Costumes

Felix's black suit, grey coat, grey cloak and purple scarf in Eclipse.

// requested by anonymous

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The Twilight Saga + Costumes

Felix's grey suit in New Moon.

// requested by anonymous

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Felix × m! Reader × demetri 🤧💔

He could be trying on his mates cloaks and volturi uniforms while they're soaking in a hot spring or something

Happy pride 🫶🏻🏳️‍🌈 this is my first try at writing male reader. I hope you guys like it. It gets a bit hot here must be the weather lol ❤️

From the corner of his eye he noticed his mate eyeing his cloak. Demetri knew what he was wanting but his dear mate did not feel like asking yet. He nodded at Felix who was just soaking into the warm water. Felix smirked, leaning backwards to watch their mate as well. 

Both Demetri and Felix had taken off their cloaks and uniforms to bathe in the hot springs. Their mission was accomplished, their kings patiently waiting for their return; there was enough time to spend some moments with each other. Because it was night they knew no human would see them jumping into the water. The hot water was a stark contrast to their icy skin, Demetri and Felix wanted their new mate to experience it before they would return to Volterra.

Except he was not keen on jumping in. Instead he sat in the grass and stared at their clothing. 

“Do you think he will put them on if he thinks we aren’t looking?” Demetri whispered low enough. 

“Nah, too shy.” Felix grinned. 

They watched their man inch closer to their clothing. His fingers touched the fabric and they heard him gulp. For a moment they both had forgotten they were soaking in hot water, distracted by whether he would or would not put on their cloaks. 

“He is going to put on yours”, Felix snorted. “Must be because you are tiny.” 

“Tiny?” Demetri protested. “I am 6 feet 3. He is tiny!” 

“I am joking, oh what if he was as tiny as little Jane?” 

“Well,” Demetri was about to argue but he shushed Felix as he saw their mate had finally gathered enough courage to try something. 

They watched him take off his light grey uniform and slowly he put on Demetri’s uniform. The dark grey uniform from Demetri was large for the man as he was only 5 feet 8.  But they both noticed he looked happy as he closed the buttons and moved around a bit. 

Felix couldn’t help himself but quickly get out of the water to get to him. Demetri had to chuckle when their dear was visibly shocked at Felix suddenly standing naked in front of him. He started stammering, apologizing for touching their clothes. 

“Calm down, little one,” Felix cupped his cheek. “You look good in it.” 

“I do?” He whispered. 

“Perhaps I need to ask the new secretary to order such a uniform for you as well,” Demetri joined, eyeing him up. He smirked when his mate gulped as he looked down Demetri’s body. 

Felix had let go of the man’s cheek to grab his cloak. “Now put on my cloak and then you wear something from both of us,” he threw the cloak at his mate. 

He started giggling, making both Felix and Demetri smile. Putting on the cloak he gave it a twirl. 

“Looks good,” Felix couldn’t help but stare. His eyes grew dark at as he watched him. 

Demetri stepped closer, “dear?” 

His mate looked up, “yes?”

He cupped his cheeks, making him gasp again. “Are you aware you are making us want to devour you alive?” 

The noises his mate let out made Demetri more excited, “permission to kiss you?”

The tiny shy “yes” was enough for Demetri to kiss him. He pushed himself entirely against his mate, making him walk backwards until his back hit Felix’s chest. 

Perhaps their moment of spending some time together would take a bit longer before they would return to Volterra.

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it makes me so furious when i want to know about a specific ass species of animal and theres only like 6 existing photos of it. like im actually going to pass away if humanity as a whole doesnt release more pied butterfly bat images

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Mafia!Volturi Au

"They're the mafia of the vampire world."

- Charlie Bewley (source)

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How do you think Demetri and Felix would react to finding out their mate (who is a newborn vamp that was turned by the Cullens) has only been fed animal blood and is scared of drinking human blood because they told her it was bad?

Felix

You... Never drank human blood? Felix is astonished. What type of education did you received?! You're already a cute little thing (compared to him) why make you weak? Felix is pissed at the Cullens for teaching you such silly things. He's a bit rough at first (locking a man in the dungeon for you to feed from wasn't his best idea), but eventually he is getting better at handling this issue. When you finally feed from a human without feeling bad about it, he is overjoyed and is gonna spoil you to celebrate this victory.

Demetri

When Demetri found you, he knew that being turned by the Cullens meant your education has been... Peculiar. He also know that for you to grow stronger, you need to go back to a normal vampire diet. He's gonna take his time with you, taking baby steps for you to get used to it, celebrating every little win. When finally you aren't feeling bad about drinking human blood anymore, Demetri's gonna go hunt with you regularly as little dates, to be sure you never forget that this is how things are supposed to be.

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Garden Of Eden

Caius Volturi x fem reader

Warnings: its a bit scandalous, theres no implied smut but mentions of said sensual acts, mentions of being in the nude, blood play(😮‍💨)

A/N: I remember when I was going through a second listen to the album, I knew this song was for Caius. Got to show my ruthless king some love too. Plus I noticed I haven't written for him for a while and just something about this song was giving me inspo.

Word Count: 627

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The Garden of Eden, a place of paradise, a place of feeling free, a place of secret. A place where anything can happen and whatever happens, the world will never find out. So much secrecy could happen, the scandalous acts that can be created there and yet nobody will ever know. Moonlight becomes the perfect spotlight to accentuate sensual touches between two secret lovers. Hands desperate to memorize every inch of skin their lover can offer. Worshipping of bodies as if tomorrow won't come around, and maybe that could be true because we are not promised a tomorrow.

But we don't care, night after night, my hands run all over his cold skin, afraid I might not be able to do this for long. Blood would run down my neck as he would clean it off with his skillful tongue, maintaining eye contact with me. I know his true nature but I was never afraid of him, it only made this whole encounter more exhilarating yet forbidden. Our encounters should be a sin, but I don't mind a little sin if the fruit is so sweet. 

His lips refuse to leave mine as he is furiously ripping our clothes off and as my hands stay on him. How can something so forbidden feel so good? He’s like a dose of aphrodite, once you get a taste of him you become intoxicated by him. He's all you want to crave for days, he's in my thoughts, my dreams, I see him everywhere but I know he's not actually there. 

As I await his arrival in our il giardino dell'Eden, as he says it, I felt my senses be filled with his scent. He's near. I felt his cold presence behind me as his hand slid down my spine creating a deep shiver to run along with his touch. My back on instinct arches as he reaches the ending of my spine. I felt his breath near my ear.

“Hello amore”

His voice dripped with lust, mimicking my own desire for him. I lean my head back as he makes his way to my neck, his teeth slightly grazing it without drawing any blood, at least not yet. With time I know he will draw blood, it's his own twisted way of his love language. It should be a sick act but fuck the way he looks at me as he drinks from my blood leaves me begging him to do it again. A forbidden act between an immortal and a mortal, endless stories of such an atrocity have been looked down upon, I myself have looked down on it. But with him I never want to let him go, I don't want what we have to end. 

His hands made their way to my thighs as he gave them a delicious squeeze, an indication that soon enough he will drink from them. It's his way to remind me our nightly moments did indeed happen by leaving a mark in the shape of a bloody heart. Even as I write in my diary, and recall each night in a lustful mess, I remember the way he made me feel. As said our illicit love between monster and human should not be allowed but a vampire could show you love forever. I know if I go back to our garden every night, he will be there waiting for me, or sometimes I am the one waiting for him and yet I know he will always show up. 

“Forever?”. He mumbled into my now bare shoulder. It was in the form of a question, and there was even a hint of fear in his voice. 

“Forever”

That's all he needed to hear for him to finally sink his teeth into me. 

Diary Entry #60

“I could be your girlfriend for the weekend

You could be my boyfriend for the night

My excuse to make a bad decision” - Garden of Eden by Lady Gaga

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Kristen Stewart(Bella Swan) & Krys Hyatt(Embry Call) on the set of Twilight in 2008🌲⛈️ didn’t know the wolf pack listened to HIM but I’m here for it ♡ 𖤐

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Protectors~

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🃜 pairing : Poly! Lost Boys × Vamp! Female! Reader

🃜 fandom: the lost boys × reader

🃜 summary: Reader is a newly turned vampire and mated toThe Lost Boys. She was turned a few months before Micheal arrived. And the day that Frog Brothers come with the Emerson’s the Reader decided to sleep with her mates. And in their haste to rid Santa Carla of the Vampires they make a grave mistake. (No use of Y/n)

🃜 Word Count:2.7k

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The cave was quiet, the only sound being the waves hitting the rocks outside. All of the inhabitants of the cave peacefully sleeping, well almost all of them. Something instinctual, deep in your gut and the back of your mind is telling you somethings not right. Slipping through the dark fog in the faint chime of hushed whispers. Voices exchanging softly, all dim and low like they were sharing secrets.

It has you pushing your face deeper into David’s neck in an attempt to muffle out the sounds, desperate to escape fully back into the comfort of a deep sleep.

You usually slept in a bed that wasn’t far from where the boys slept, while Star and Laddie slept in the more open part of the cave. Something in your mind told you to sleep with the boys, so you listened to it.

When you arrived back at the cave after feeding, you were brought to where they slept. There was a little arguing over who you slept with,but something was telling you to sleep with David. So you stopped them from arguing,and they all climbed up to the bar they hang from. Dwanye stayed on the ground with you, so you had help getting to David. Once David is settled he opens his arms for you, and with a kiss to your head Dwanye helps you wrap yourself around David. Once you’re settled David wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you tuck yourself into his hold.

It’s still daytime. Something deep in your gut and the back of your mind assures that the sun is still high up in the sky, scorching and hot. An intuition that you still don't quite understand, but it has your limbs turning heavy and lax, muscles relaxing in David’s hold Your exhaustion has you numb to the world, the delicate rhythm of the waves crashing outside the cave muting down into nothing, the sound of the quiet voices vanishing.It must be two of the boys. Awake already. It would strike you as odd on any other circumstance, and to a degree it does, but your sluggish brain is quick to let go of that train of thought.

The insistence that something is wrong fading into an ignorable afterthought. The scuffle of shoes along dust and stone ignites a tremble down the notches of your spine, as though your body is begging for you to wake up and investigate while it simultaneously sinks further into David’s tight hold.

Something isn't right, something isn't right.

It's like a chant. A primal whisper that coils through your bones and sinew. Leftovers from your ancestors, remnants of the instincts that had kept them alive long ago, but it all seems null and void against the fatigue that seems to press you down like a physical weight. Even while hidden away from the sun it seems to sap you of all your strength.

It's impossible to even try to rouse yourself. Its as though you're held under water. The strength of that debilitating exhaustion sweeps back over you, making the sound of the angry, masculine voice that rises up high within the cave, reverberating from the dust covered stone, dim and distant. As though it's miles away.

“I feel a draft. I think there’s something up here.” You hear from far-away, murky and vague.

“Let’s check it out Sam.” Another voice.

“I’ll be right back Mike.” A third voice. Mike. Mike. That sounds familiar from somewhere - someone. A name mentioned in passing. Mike. Michael. A discussion carried on by the boys while they were all encircled around one of the burn barrels one night. So casual while they considered the fate of a complete stranger as though they were discussing dinner and not the destiny of a man's soul. Some sap that had apparently caught the eye of Star. She hadn't wanted it to go far, but then again, it's never supposed to go that far. But David wanted the guy dead. He was meant to be her first, she hadn't been able to do it. 

A wave of muddled scents breaks past the barrier of the rotting wood. Unfamiliar and thick, coated with cologne and shampoo that you don't recognize. All of it twisting with something even more out of place here. Something alive. Heat and life and blood. Iron, warmth, and salt. It's distinctly human. Living. The alarms go off in your head. Raging and flashing red in a way that's violent. And a bright light flashes behind your eyelids.

“JESUS.” One of the voices yells, another one screams before being cut off. Your eyes blink, lashes fluttering as you try to fight the sleep weighing your lids down. Your vision blurs a little, straining through the exhaustion, but then you notice the three figures standing below. They're children. Looking lost, dressed in camo and gear as though they've prepared to fight a war. One has his hand wrapped around the mouth of the blonde child muffling his scream. Wide blue eyes reflecting a visible panic while he stumbles back away from the other two. Another swears, cursing sharply under his breath while he flinches. But it's the one closest to you that moves. His dog tags glinting and chiming from a movement so sharp that it had to be a reflex, but the determination burning in his eyes is purposeful. 

“I thought they were supposed to be in coffins.”

“That’s what this cave is. One giant coffin.” The one with the bandanna says as he moved with the other one dressed in camo. They begin to climb up the wood beside your group.

“They’re at their most vulnerable. Easy pickings.”

“You just have to kill the leader huh.”

“We don’t know which on he is. We’ll kill them all.”

“We’ll start with her. She’s already seen us.” They say as the climb closer to where you’re hanging with David. An animal kind of panic tears through you, lighting up your nerves like lives wires, electricity and adrenaline burning through your veins with the white heat of fire. You try to move and wake up David, but your limbs struggle, sleep thawing in your tired arms and legs.

"Kill her, kill her!" One shouts all while the blonde in the background yells at them to stop, but it falls on deaf ears. The boy wielding the stake lunges forward with a war cry. You manage to wiggle slightly in David’s hold.

“David wake up!” A panicked shout rips from your throat, but David remains sleeping.

"The bitch is trying to wake them, you gotta get her before they wake up," someone shouts in a panicked rush. You continue to squirm in David’s hold trying to get the two of you away from the teenagers. Poised in the air, high above the boy's head in an arch. There's hardly any time to act and fear sinks in your gut, chilled and frozen as he drives it down with all the strength he has in his body; his lips curled in a hateful snarl. He's going to kill you. This is it. This is how you die. Your mind screams it over and over again on a broken loop, but your body acts all on its own. It twists so David’s unconscious body turns away from the stake,and your heart is away from the point.

There's no time to rejoice when the stake is already piercing your skin. It sinks in deep, parting flesh and muscle beneath its lethal point. The boy collapses and tips over the side of the ledge that they were standing on. You don't initially realize that you're screaming. You feel it first. The strength of your agonized wail shreds up your throat as though you've swallowed nails, but that pain is secondary to the fire and anguish pulsing through your shoulder. The stake is still wedged inside of your back, burrowing past skin and meat, prying at your shoulder blade like it means to rip it free from the sinew keeping it intact with the other bones. You're bleeding. You can smell it, sharp and distinct in the panicked air. The pain is crippling. Ripping and engulfing, eating up your spine.

The boy with the blue bandana wrapped around his head is stepping forward, already clasping a stake in a white-knuckled hold. The resolve in his eyes is haunting. The desire to kill you fervent and glaring in his stare. That's all it takes to have your voice spilling from you, rising up in another terrified shout.

“BOYS WAKE UP!”

"Say your prayers bloodsucker." He practically spits it out, lips twisting in a grimace as he moves forward preparing to stake you again. And then combined hissing and snarling fills the pit as the boys awaken. They finally awoke to your shouts and the smell of your blood. Four sets of yellow eyes focus in on the three humans in front of them as snarls fill the air.

"Guys, guys, we gotta go." It's the blonde that's repeating it over and over as he sees the vampires awaks, stumbling over his words while he jerks on the other's arms. They give in without any resistance. Fear alive and bright in their eyes, even while the kid with the bandana points his stake in your direction and tosses a quick "This isn't over" at you as the three of them take off in a brisk jumble in the direction that they came from.

The growls from within the cavern raise up higher as the boys realize what happened and it has the kids in a full-blown panic. Tripping over their feet in an ungraceful run as they try and reach the opening of the cave. Your body trembles and your head rolls forward onto the snarling David’s chest.

“YOU’RE DEAD MEAT.”

You can feel your lung snag and pinch as though it's being burned from the inside out, catching on the point of the stake when you inhale. It has you crying, a tear managing to trickle free as your ribcage shudders violently as you gasp. 

You don't want to take your eyes off of them, desperate to track their panicked flee, but your eyes cloud over. Stars dot your vision, spotting and flickering in shifting colors as a vignette blurs around the corners of your sight. You feel the world spin as David jumps down from the bar and lands on his feet. You still cradled against his chest. Three more thumps follow as the rest of the boys land behind. Iron coats your tongue. Thick and wet. Bursting up from the back of your throat while you try to breathe, spitting up with each labored inhale. You can feel your life waning. The strength diminishing, shrinking under your skin. Dying out like a flame that's being smothered. Whimpers spill from your lips as your carefully laid on your bed. You can hear the sound of claws ripping across the earth as two of the vampires tear their way out of the chasm like creatures pouring out of hell.

You hear muffled screams and shouts. The dull thud of hysterical footsteps as they rush to escape before death can seize them. You hear David's bellow roll throughout the cave, crashing over the screams from the horrified children. The loud chaos of it all grows dim - distant as they're no doubt running up the mouth of the cave while Paul's laugh rings out from somewhere far away. 

It makes you jump when a pair of hands smooth over your shoulders, light like a caress, but you can still feel a heavy tremble run through the fingers. A voice hums out, cooing softly to hush you when a strangled sob wrangles out from your body. The way they handle you is delicate, softly turning you over onto your hip and lifting you up to cradle you against their chest as though you might shatter into a million pieces otherwise. Breathing past the wet iron to try and notice the traces of spice and earth and musk. 

It was Dwanye. You try to say his name, but your throat tightens, choking on blood. You can feel his fingers grip your bicep, holding you still and you know that he's looking at the stake punctured deep in your flesh. His hold is nowhere close to the to the wound and yet it flares pain across your nerves, making you twist in his arms while a gutted sob wracks from your body. 

"I know, I know, love. I know,but I have to take it out" he says into your hair. It's difficult to hear his voice past the roaring in your ears, but once the words make it past the hum. It's like you can feel the agony already, simmering and slicing across your fried nerves like the edge of razor blades.

“Marko! I’m gonna need your help. ” He calls and you can hear another person coming. And then a gloved hand is cradling your face. The glove was cold against your skin as the hand tilts your head back from where it was tucked against Dwayne’s shoulder. It makes your lashes flutter, and you have to force yourself to keep your eyes open with how heavy they've grown, weighing heavy and threatening to slip closed.

“If we don’t remove it. You’ll die baby.” Marko says. There's a protest lodged somewhere in your mouth, slick from the blood and caught on a broken gasp, but you don't have time try and voice it.

“I’m gonna hold her still you pull it out.” Dwanye says as his grip around you tightens. Marko nods, gripping the stake in his hand and pulls. You want to scream, but there's no air left in your lungs for you to do so, and all that makes it out is a ragged, splintered gasp. 

Scorching hot pain pours in your veins as he rips the wood from your shoulder. It slices ribbons up your spine, feeling bone deep and white-hot, acid lashing up your muscles.You thrash in Dwayne’s lap, the grip around you tightening and pinning you against his chest. Marko continues to pull the stake from your shoulder, and there’s hardly any relief once its out. The damage it's done is still agonizing, coiling through your muscles. It's as though the flesh on your back has been flayed.

You can faintly hear the clatter of the stake hitting the stone walls. As the two fuss over you, David and Paul rush back into the area where your bed is.

“How is she?” There's a rawness to his voice, a breathless edge despite the non-necessity of breathing.

“She needs to feed.” Dwanye says. “She won’t make it to sundown.”

David stalks forward while dragging his nail across his wrist. He kneels beside your bed and presses his wrist against your lips. You clasp your fingers around his arm, digging into the aged leather of his jacket. Your teeth bury themselves into his arm as his blood pours down your throat. You feel a hand stroking your head as you feed on his blood. Life floods back into you with each gulp, syrupy and warm. The hole made in the split meat and torn flesh of your back begins to mend in a sluggish process, stunted. You’re cradled protectively between Dwayne and David as Paul and Marko hover around the two.

Paul leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Did you get them?"  Dwayne asks.

The thick silence that follows gives Marko and Dwayne their answer. And twin snarls rip out of their throats.

“They’re dead.”

“And they will be. They will be.” David says with a snarl.

“Marko when nightfall hits I want you and Dwayne to go hunt. She’ll need an actual feeding and we’ll need our full strength.” David says as he continues to stroke your hair, letting you have your fill of his blood. He wanted to make sure your wound was healed.

“Paul you’ll be staying here with her while we go take care of the little pests.” Paul nods as he sits on the edge of your bed by your head.

“They’ll regret touching our mate.” They all say as your wound completely healed and you pulled away from David’s wrist sagging against Dwayne as exhaustion took over. The boys continued to plan their attack as you fell into a deep sleep.

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Yeah he's crazy and loves bloodshed, and maybe caused a bunch of death just for fun... but that's pookie

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I say “it’s pride month” instead of “happy pride month” because if it was a happy pride month I’d be a member of a gay biker gang that are secretly vampires and lives in a sunken hotel and also eats nazis but I’m not

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Stay still she’s trying to suck the life out of you🫵🏽

I am obsessed with Victoria from Twilight these days 🧍‍♀️

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THE LOST BOYS X MONSTER HIGH!!! I like the collab doll they did do, but I think these boys would've made perfectly ghoulish Mansters on their own! I loved translating things like Marko's jacket into what I think an MH doll would have, same with some added/moved around accessories! And ofc, WAY more funky shoes lmaoo. Lemme know what y'all think, I might do Michael n Star, maybe even Max!!