#Alec is so red right now

[lurafita]

Catarina: "My magic was able to repair the most immediate damage, but as your body still has to recover from the magic depletion, the wounds will take longer to truly heal than usual. Which means lots of rest. And I mean real rest, Magnus. No running around, no brewing potions, no magic lessons for the young warlocks that somehow end up with them portaling you into a museum in which you rob some priceless artifact, no anything. Absolutely no strenuous activity whatsoever. I don't care how bored you are."

Alec: "Don't worry. I will tie him to the bed if I have to."

Magnus: "Oh, Alexander, you know I'm always up for that. But she just said no strenuous activity."

[lunajay33]

Am I Good Enough

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Summary: You were on a solo trip to Italy taking a tour of an old castle when everything changes, but will this random guy accept you for who’s and what you are?

Pairing: Alec Volturi x human f!reader

•Masterlist•

Taking a trip to Italy was a last minute decision, firstly needing a break from my boring life and for some reason Italy always just called to me, like there was something waiting there for me

After a long tire some flight I finally landed in Italy, stepping out into the hot heat, waving down a taxi before anyone else could cut infront of me, only traveling with my backpack for easy travel, I told the driver to take me to Volterra, only an hour drive from the airport, seeing pictures of it on a guide and thought it would be a beautiful start to my trip

Finally we arrived in volterra, I paid and now standing infront of this beautiful castle, the town was fully stone built, it was beautiful unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, as I was walking down the street I got stopped by a woman, her hair luscious, he skin was flawless, her eyes so beautiful even though they must be contacts since they were such a rich red, her smile enticing

“Hi there you seem like a girl who’d love a good tour and I just so happen to be showing the castle right now for free! Does that interest you at all?” Her voice was so melodic like she was a siren I was pulled in nodding immediately watching as her smile grew, I followed her to the castle like a puppy meeting up with a group of other tourists

She led us through the castle not stopping to tell us about anything interesting we passed, finally we got to a set of big wooden door that looked like they weighed a ton but she pushed them open with ease, there beyond the doors was a huge room, marble and tile covered every inch, three thrones sat on the pedestal further back in the room, where three men sat seemingly looming over us all, others stood around the room watching us like they were ready to pounce, the doors behind us slammed soon hearing the first scream of many, it was a blood bath as the people dressed in black went from person to person until I was the only one standing

“It seems we missed one brothers and sisters”

“I’ve got her” a tall man said as he started right for me before he was stopped by the older man that sat on the throne

“WAIT” his voice boomed through the chamber, everyone stopping to look at him

He got up off the throne seemingly weak as he glided over to me

“Dear child it seems someone here has been waiting for you for a long long time” he smiled as he turned to a guy who was the most ethereal beautiful person I’ve ever seen, everything about him lured me in, he eyed me the same way and in an instant he was infront of me

“My Lord are you sure about this, she is my mate?”

“Yes child she is your other half”

“But she is human, this can’t be”

“It was meant to be, don’t over think this, it’s the best gift the universe could give you”

“Come we must talk” he said as he led me back out through the doors, silently walking through the vast halls until we finally made it to a huge room decorated in black and ruby red, books covering the walls

“Sit” he demanded as he gestured to the bed

“You haven’t said a word this whole time you must be in shock” he said sitting opposite of me on the bed

“No……surprisingly I’m the calmest I’ve ever been, but I still don’t know what’s going on”

“I must admit you are cute, most beautiful human I’ve ever seen” his words made the blood rush to my cheeks making him smile

“I’d say the same for you but I don’t quite think you’re human….right?”

“You’d be right my rose, we are vampires some much older than others but we rule over the vampiric world, we enforce the laws so the humans don’t become suspicious about our kind”

“Then why are you telling me, why didn’t you just kill me like everyone else in the room”

“Some of us vampires have special powers, the one that talked to you was Marcus one of our lords, he can sense the bond of those who are mated to each other, he could sense that we are meant to be with one another” my heart was racing fast, I was sure he could hear it

“Mates? That’s…..are you sure I mean I’m just a human am I good enough for you?” His eyes softened for the first time

“We will figure this out this isn’t the first time a vampire has been mated to a human, I just got lucky enough to get such a diamond”

It’s been a month now and it’s been well……amazing I didn’t get a lot of alone time with Alec seeing he had a lot of guard duty but when he’d wake me at night so I could curl up to him as he held me, sometimes he’d leave cute notes in the books I’d be reading that always got my heart beating, sometimes leaving red roses on the table for me whenever he had to work late, he made me feel like a goddess, giving me a love I’ve never thought I’d feel before…….well until today

Walking into the library to grab another book hoping to find something more intriguing than the books Alec had collected over the years

Looking on the second balcony I stopped when I heard voices on the main level, Alec always warned me of some other vampires, newer to the Volturi that may not have a reign on their blood thirst as the older vamps, as their voices got louder I recognized them as Jane and Demetri

“You seem more cruel than usual Jane, something the matter?” Demetri asked, I stood completely still as I listened to the conversation

“Alec won’t stop going on and on about that….that rat, complete filth of a human, I mean what fates put them together, she’s just a lowly human, I could kill her in a second and her life would mean nothing”

“Jane don’t be so harsh have you even spoken to her, she’s quite the girl, she’s perfect for Alec”

“No human is good enough for Alec” she scoffed before she stormed out, the doors slamming behind her, I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding

My heart felt like a ton of bricks, maybe I wasn’t enough for Alec I mean it’s been a month and we haven’t moved past just holding each other in bed, or a little pec on the check, maybe I’m over thinking everything but there still that nagging at the back of my mind that Jane might be right I mean she’s his twin she knows him best

I ditched my journey to get a new book and headed back to Alec’s and I’s room hoping to just clear my head and try and forget about this gut wrenching feeling

I threw myself down on the bed when a voice shocked me out of my fleeting moment of peace

“What seems to trouble you amore?” I shot up in the bed looking across the room to where the voice came from seeing Alec sat on the couch looking beautiful as ever

“Oh umm it’s nothing just tired” in a flash he was kneeled infront of me at the side of the bed, his hands holding mine

“Amore you know you can’t lie to me, I hear your lovely heart race everytime, now tell me”

“I just…..I don’t know, I feel sometimes that I’m not everything you need we haven’t even kissed yet and i know the others think this too”

“My love, you are everything I have waited for, you calm me down when I feel my anger rise, you thaw my cold dead heart, and for the other I haven’t kissed you yet because I wanted to take this slow for you, I’m quite into courting if you haven’t noticed, this is special so I’m enjoying my time with every little moment” he smiled running his thumb over my hand soothingly

“I….I love you Alec, and I know I can have my doubts sometimes but I really do, you’ve made me feel more loved than I ever have before” I said placing my hand on his cold cheek

“I love you to my angel, and I want you to never worry about my I devoted love for you, nothing with ever change than no matter if your human or a vampire, I’m yours till the end of time”

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[yasministration]

Imma just fix up my request here- congrats on 3k btw!!!

so since i saw the req were open for the celebration, i thought id request according to that; I'd like a winter with quotes "i'm saying this because i care about you" and "i just want you to be happy" and the blurb (?) like a ploy marauders x reader (but its like that time b4 the war and so pete is like contemplating joining the dark side and they're all worried and trying to get him to rethink?)

it could be based on "Devil doesn't bargain" by alec benjamin(?) Like they're all trying to keep him from joining Voldy-baldy, and it's all angsty but fluffy. You can choose a happy or tragedic ending :) Hope it's okay, thank you and have a good day!

When the war is over - poly!marauders

ʀᴀɪɴʏᴅᴀʏᴀᴛʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ' 3ᴋ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ! summary: with the war escalating, everyone is rethinking their values, and it seems like yours don't match with one of the people closest to your heart. wc: 1666 (speak of the devil) forgot to post this yesterday but oh well

The silence between you and the other marauders was deafening, the underground wizard news channel on the muggle radio finally cutting off. The only sounds you could hear were the boys’ breathing, particularly Peter’s racing breath. He was going to have a panic attack. You stood up, quietly moving across the room to sit next to the anxious boy. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his forehead as you whispered soothing words to him. The words on the radio hadn’t soothed anyone, only adding onto the increasing stress in regard to the situation.

“What if he kills my parents?” Peter finally spoke, causing the other three boys’ heads to perk up. “Pete, your parents are safe.” “But if he finds out I’m in the order he’ll kill them, he’ll-” You brought Peter closer to you, and he dug his face in the crook of your neck as he broke into heartbreaking sobs. Worriedly, you looked over to the three other boys sitting in James’s childhood bedroom. What was Peter insinuating? James held his head in his hands and he was crouched over, thinking deeply. Remus and Sirius were cuddled up together, returning your gaze. Remus shrugged, his arms visibly tightening around Sirius’s body.

“James, are you alright love?” James lifted his head from where he was resting it, allowing you a view of his teary waterline. You gestured for him to come to you with a nod of your head, and the boy abided, taking long steps before slumping next to you on the couch. You put one hand on James’s thigh, leaning over to press a kiss on his cheek and the boy sniffled as his eyes betrayed him, a tear running down the length of his soft cheek. You lifted your hand off James’s thigh, outstretching that arm so he could fill the space in front of it, comforted by the warmth you had to offer.

Suddenly, Peter pushed away from your chest, standing abruptly to begin pacing. “If he finds out I’m in the order, he won’t just kill my parents, he’ll kill everyone I love.” Peter repeated, his tone now factual and determined. He halted his step, turning to look straight at you. “Pete…” “Just listen to me. I’m saying this because I care about you. If I was on his side, he’d leave all of you alone. My parents, you, the boys.” James lifted his head from where it was hidden, his face now red and wet from his silent crying. “So you’re going to betray everything we stand for so he ‘doesn’t kill us!? “ James yelled angrily, tears still streaming down his face. “If only it were that easy Pete! If everyone was so focused on not getting killed rather than doing the right thing, no one would be on the order’s side!” You put a hand on James’s bicep, quietly muttering his name as Peter replied with “Well I’m sorry not everyone is fucking suicidal!”

Remus stood up from the bed, alert now that things were escalating. “I think we’re all just a little bit tense. Let’s not make any impulsive decisions.” Remus’s words didn’t get a response from anyone, so you gestured for him to sit down with James whilst you stood up, taking careful steps towards Peter. You slid both your hands into his, looking deeply into his eyes. “Pete, my love. I just want you to be happy. We all just want you to be happy. But before we can all live happily ever after, we need to fight this. If you join his side, no matter what, things are going to end badly for you. Voldemort doesn’t believe in loyalty. If you make a single mistake, he’ll kill you.”

Peter brought you into a tight hug, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. “I don’t want to die.” He whispered to you, and the despair in his voice brought tears to your eyes, blurring your vision. You raised a hand, snaking it in Peter’s hair and you mumble “I don’t want to die either, Pete.” You made eye contact with Sirius across the room, who looked ready to pounce on Pete if he made the wrong decision. “But… But I have to stand for what I believe in. And if that means I die in war, then I’ll die with honour.” “Don’t say that.” Sirius cut in, standing up suddenly. “We’re going to fight in this war, but no one is going to fucking die. Voldemort will only get weaker from here. His troops are already fleeing because they don’t trust him.”

His gaze was locked on Peter, and despite the other boy having his back turned towards him, Sirius directed every single word to him. “How are you going to join a man to ‘stay safe’ when his own soldiers are hiding away from him? If you think he’s going to keep you safe Pete, you’re wrong.” “Be nice!” You cried, feeling the tears dribble down your face. Sirius stepped towards you, bringing your face in his hands to wipe away at your tears. Sirius kissed you softly, mumbling an apology against your lips. But it was aimed towards you, not the boy in your arms.

“She’s right.” Remus spoke again. He was holding James just like you were holding Peter. “We need to be nice. Look how we’ve already upset each other so much! We’re supposed to be a team, and if we can’t stand together during this time, then we don’t love each other as much as we thought we did.” You nodded, unwrapping Peter from your hold to sit down on James’s bed, fiddling with the sleeves of your jumper. “We’re all feeling a lot of emotions,” You started, watching as Sirius sat down next to you. “I think we should just try to sleep things off tonight and speak like adults tomorrow.”

Sirius pressed a kiss on your forehead, and you leaned into his touch, wrapping both your arms around his waist in a loose hug. “I agree.” He said, and the two boys who sat across from you echoed his same words. Your eyes glimmered with new tears when you realised Peter hadn’t answered. “Pete?” The boy nodded, but he made no move to sit down with anyone. James stood up silently, opening the sofa-bed he and Remus were sat on so that everyone had space to sleep.

Sirius climbed onto the sofa-bed with Remus, and James joined you on the bed, leaving the blankets off so you could cuddle next to him before he threw them back over your figure. “I’ll join you guys in a bit.” Peter spoke, walking out of the door, for what you assumed was taking a breath of fresh air.

But when you woke up the next morning, there was a letter on your side of the bed. You yawned tiredly, looking around the room to find three out of the four boys in the room. You blinked away the tiredness, swallowing thickly when you finally spotted the letter on the bedside table.

“I’m doing this because I care about you, and love you more than anything else in the world. I won’t let him kill you, or any of the boys. I’ll make sure of that.

I’ll find you when the war is over, but for now, I have too many people I need to keep safe. I left you my blue jumper you like to borrow. Please wear it.

All my love,

Peter”

You didn’t realise you were crying until a loud sob escaped your chest, and Remus jolted awake, his big movements waking Sirius up in the process. You felt as though you couldn’t breathe, bringing a closed fist up to aggressively wipe away at your tears. Remus was in front of you in an instant, asking if you were okay and pulling you into a hug, but Sirius was the one to take notice of the piece of parchment in your hand. “Fuck!” Sirius yelled, scanning through the words quickly. James stirred slowly, arms closing around the empty space you previously laid in. Realising your absence, James cracked his eyes open, adjusting to the scene in front of him.

At the sight of the three of you piled on one side of the bed, James straightened up, a list of questions on the tip of his tongue. The letter answered each and every single one. “The traitor.” James muttered disappointedly, a hand coming up to soothingly caress your back. Remus shot him a warning look, glancing down at your sobbing figure in his arms. “He better never show his face or I’m going to fucking kill him.” “Sirius, don’t say that!” You cried, pushing Remus away from you and standing up, pacing around the room. “He thinks he’s - he’s fucking saving us.” You spotted the blue jumper he wrote about in his letter and grabbed it, staring at it with resentment. You sped towards James’s window, tossing the sweater out before you cried “I hate him! I fucking - I hate him!” The three boys watched you with teary eyes as you cried over Peter, holding you tightly in their arms until you finally decided you were done grieving.

In a few hours, he was dead to you. His betrayal, despite his good intentions, had gone against everything you stood for, so the next time you saw him on the battlefield, instead of running towards him when you spotted him, you flinched away from him, letting James step in front of you with his wand held up. Peter had looked betrayed, but he wasn’t the Peter you knew. There was no life in his eyes and he sported a terrifying dark mark on his arm. When you realised he wouldn’t harm you, you held James by the arm, tugging him away from your past so that you could find a way to survive this war and live into the future.

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[alexanderlightweight]

Hello! I know you just posted this but I really liked it, so can I ask for more swept away please?

i'm glad you liked it! i hope you enjoy and first part here.

there is a scene skip but this is the one that wanted to be written. magnus tells alec about how he was left free for the taking and purposefully in pain and then claims him in a way that ties alec to Magnus without oaths and even to his territory.

<3 lumine

swept away

Alec’s not mad.

That’s not the right word.

He is confused and a little irritated.

Sure one more choice taken from him isn’t much in the end but it still feels too much, even if he said he didn’t care.

The raw, wounded and lost feeling that haunted Alec and followed him to rooftops where he leapt and ran from one to another… without every activating any of his runes.  Survival was not his goal, forgetting was. Yet now that feeling is gone.

Instead of weight pressing down on him, Alec feels claimed and steadied and he hasn't even made any oaths. If he loses the feeling of stability that Magnus' magic feels like coursing through him, then Alec will truly lose himself.

“If you throw me away or betray me.” Alec swears he doesn’t know what will hurt the man whose claimed him but Alec will know someday and he will not be afraid to use that knowledge against Magnus. Because too much betrayal has turned Alec vicious and he has no reason to hide his fangs. “You will not rest easily.”

The realization that Imogen purposefully let him suffer — knowing he’s innocent of all but nepotism and that his orders were purposefully undermined — she still did this to him.

Left him ripe for the taking, as Magnus as so readily explained.

He’s toying with Alec and while Alec isn’t sure why, he doesn’t care. Being played with in games like the ones Magnus clearly enjoys won’t shatter him.

“You’ll make me pay, sweetheart? You do realize in your little scenario that I’d just come and return the favor, don’t you.”

Alec smirks back and he knows the anger and fury and the dark delight of a hunt that he normally pushes down is there.

“What will that matter to me? Do you think I’d let myself be found? Death covers all tracks in the end.”

—

Alexander is making threat and statement both and the only reason Magnus doesn’t put a geas on Alexander’s heart — giving him control to keep it beating — right there and then, is because of timing.  Because Alexander is wrong that Magnus will tire of him. Who could tire of someone who draws out even Edom’s interest and inspired intrigue and delight in Magnus’ own magic.  Who looks as sweet and deadly as sin and far more delicious than any decadence Magnus has been offered or taken.

Alexander’s voice turns into a groan as Magnus grabs his hip and the way he acts you’d think it a mortal rune and yet when Magnus shoves him down on the soft, lilac and jade moss and disintegrates his shirt, there is no wound.

Nothing but a bare patch of skin that arcs with sparks of a power that mocks Magnus’ own.

It’s the rage of his father that ignites within him.

Of a Royal.

Of a King of Edom that Magnus lets the fury of the Fallen gather in his palm and the dark gold and red arcs of his own magic devour and poison and entangle where such energy dared linger.

“You are not deruned, nor have you been proscribed.  There’s a different kind of ritual on you. Tell me what it was.”

Alexander looks like he wants to argue but instead he scowls, “I was arrested and charged for treason committed by my subordinates but not by my own hand or command or deed. I demanded a trial by Raziel to seal the truth of it, as one of those who betrayed both myself and the Clave was my parabatai.”

Magnus suddenly understands why Alexander ached despite there being no wound and the magic that lingered was leftover from when Raziel undoubtedly severed the bonds. Magnus knows enough about parabatai bonds that he’s suddenly viciously glad that Alexander came here how he did.

Magnus would not long tolerate that kind of a leech on the soul of one belonging to him.

“I know a way to help.” Magnus takes a chance and smirks at Alexander who hasn’t bothered to fight him. Letting Magnus pin him down with magic and his body and despite his scowl, Magnus has a feeling that this is the time to use honey. “Will you let me?”

“Oh, you’re asking this time?”

Magnus hides his smirk, if that’s why his boy is sulking and temperamental then it will be easy enough to sooth him.

“Now that I’ve made sure the Clave can’t take you back, yes. Would you like my aid, Alexander?”

Alexander frowns, suspicious and overly trusting at the same time. Especially with the weight of the betrayal he’s been through. Magnus isn’t sure what it is about him that’s luring Alexander in but it’s giving him an open door to claiming his boy.

“What do you want in return?”

“I already have what I want.” Magnus reminds him, because Alexander should have realized by now. “I have you, Alexander. Now yes or no? I won’t ask again.”

And Magnus meant that.

He’s find a way to ensure what he wants needs to happen, one way or another or in a different form. But he will not ask this again.

“Yes.”

—

Alec isn’t expecting the warm fingers that have been petting over the skin where his parabatai rune once lay to suddenly tighten.  Magnus�� fingers press deep into his skin and Alec can’t help the whine he lets out.  It doesn’t hurt but it feels strange and overwhelming and didn’t Magnus already rewrite Alec’s soul and destiny?

This feels more and less and when it’s done Alec realizes that the twisted echoes of his parabatai bond are gone.  The hollow ache instead filled with a cornucopia of bounty and rich full emotions that tangle with his until he’s not sure where they truly end.

“It’s not a parabatai bond if that’s what you’re worried about.  I just took a little taste. Barely a mouthful.”

“What does that even mean—” and Alec is being kissed with bold, claiming movements.  The moss is so soft and delicate that Alec has no traction so he simply tangles one hand through Magnus’ hair and the other he uses to clutch Magnus’ many necklaces.  Keeping him close and demanding he keep kissing Alec like Magnus is actually going to keep him.

Possibly even take care of him.

Alec will kill for him if that’s what Magnus wants from him.

As long as he doesn’t become one more person to throw Alec away.

—

AN:

Alec: I will kill and die for you

Magnus: … or you could kneel there and look pretty

Alec: … that feels like a waste of my talents

Magnus: you’re delightfully accomplished sweetheart that’s true, but isn’t there something I’m still teaching you?

Alec: *furrowed eyebrows and thinking frown*

Magnus: I haven’t finished teaching you to fuck properly, pretty boy.

—

Yes alec is pissed but also that anger is not going to last long with magnus actually taking care of him and the realization that it’s because magnus would risk his anger rather than risk him getting away. For alec, nobody seems to want to keep him. Or that he’s valuable and so for his current shadowhunter mindset that really does hit his buttons in a good way.

—

Magnus: it was just a mouthful. A little nip, darling. (magnus took the sliver of alec’s soul that raziel returned from jace and magnus took that and a bit more. Because he’s possessive enough to want to purify/heal/keep it himself and away from alec and also wants a bit of alec’s main soul as well.)

Alec: something is strange about this but I don’t think I care

Magnus: good, if I keep feeding him magic in kisses he won’t notice later when I feed him a piece of my own soul

-- proscribed is a term from one of my bf's fics.

[imaginingmanyfandoms]

the volturi guard when their mate is missing????? can you IMAGINE felix???

i think it's time to rebrand and redesign this blog... but for now lets get back to the good stuff - volturi guard headcanons <3 also sorry it's just the boys im rusty

All characters are 18+ before the turn!!! always!!!

for all of these scenarios, you're kidnapped by a vengeful coven

ALEC:

he would be inconsolable

he would kill anyone that got in his way, and he would ensnare anyone in his dark mist that he thought would know anything at all

jane would be beside him, happy to torture info out of anyone

he would have demetri tracking you, but he wouldn't be patient enough for that

when they found you, he'd be suffering waiting for the ok from aro to wipe them out

and he would okay it because anyone willing to attack a guards mate was a problem

and he wouldn't even need any help

he would rip them limb from limb for touching you

and when he finds you tied up he'd be furious, like frothing at the mouth kind of furious

but as soon as you were in his arms again, he'd slump his shoulders and just fall into you

DEMETRI:

he wouldn't wait for any kind of back-up or clearance

when he found your room empty with no trace of you, he just had this feeling

but not just like you weren't where you were supposed to be

like you weren't where you wanted to be

and he would feel sick, like placebo nausea in that he just couldn't handle it

you were meant to be with him, by his side, under his care and he failed, he failed to keep you safe

he would be on the move, tracking you across the world if he had to

and when he found you, he'd be seeing red

anyone even in proximity of you would be held accountable

and when you were free, and he had taken you miles and miles away from where you were held

he would hold you bridal style, close to his chest, tightly in his arms

"my petal, i'm so sorry..."

if he could cry, this is when he would

when you were safe again, cooing that you loved him and you were okay

FELIX:

he knew something the wrong the second he stepped foot in your room. there was no evidence but he just knew

he would have demetri by the collar, screaming about finding you

if demetri even tried to crack any kind of joke, felix would punch cracks in the wall beside his head

and demetri would do as he's told because there would be something worse than murder in felix's eyes

even demetri would be lowkey scared when they found you

because felix would really rip them apart

and he would coddle you, get you somewhere safe, and the leave you with demetri

"stay with demetri please darling, i'll be right back."

and then he would burn that coven to the ground.

[inlovewithquotes]

"It's your first time," Magnus said. "I want it to be perfect for you."

To Magnus's surprise, Alec grinned. "Magnus," he said, "I've been waiting for this for so long. If we don't do this literally right now, I will jump out of the window."

Magnus started to laugh. It was odd to laugh and feel desire at the same time, he wasn't sure he'd had that with anyone but Alec.

-The Red Scrolls Of Magic

[kimi240302]

Come back to me Part 2

A/N: Before you read this, I want you to know that my native language is different. So I am very sorry for any mistake. Nevertheless, I hope you will like my story and enjoy it.

A/N2.0; I have to confess, this part was finished yesterday, but I couldn't translate it into English because I had to cry for the first time with my own story.

Summary: The love story between Alec Volturi and Y/N Swan, was an unexpected one. Both didn't know what to make of each other when they found out they were soul mates. But they worked on it and created a beautiful strong love that not even Bella's hatred for the Volturi could destroy. But as in any good love story, tragedy was impossible to avoid in theirs. It came as unexpectedly as their love itself, and made the Cullens and Bella seem to win, while Alec and the Volturi were losing their light in the darkness.

Alec Volturi x Swan!Female!reader

Main Post / Twilight Masterlist / Come back to me Masterlist

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It all fell, it all fell down, it all fell down, eh It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down And all I gave you is gone it all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up - Dynasty/ MIIA

Coldness Darkness Numbness

These were the first feelings that crept into Y/N's mind. She had the feeling that something was lying on her chest.

Something that prevented her from breathing.

Something that stopped her from opening her eyes.

Y/N tried to move her arms, to move anything, but the numbness inside her hindered her.

Voices around her grew louder, but she couldn't understand or recognize them.

Y/N tried to shout at them, to ask for help or simply to silence them, but she could do nothing.

Total helplessness spread through her, giving the darkness more power. The young girl tried harder and harder to fight the numbness, the darkness and the cold, but it didn't work.

She didn't know how long this feeling lasted, but she managed to open her eyes. She needed to blink several times to get used to the bright light. Groaning, she turned her head, paused and tried to move her hand to her throat.

"Don't."

A hand closed gently around her wrist. Startled, she flinched at the coldness of this hand. Her eyes drifted to the owner. He looked at her happily, which confused Y/N.

Carefully and thoughtfully, she let her gaze glide through the unfamiliar room. Y/N looked at each face individually, some familiar, others unfamiliar.

Her gaze returned to the man standing next to her. She looked at him closely. His black hair, his almost white shimmering skin, his red eyes that looked at her with so much hope.

Y/N released her wrist from his grip and opened her mouth,

"Who are you?"

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Alec didn't know exactly what he should be feeling right now. All he knew was that he had stumbled, or rather been thrown, from one nightmare into the the next.

"She can't remember anything?" Alec looked at Carlisle, who was standing in front of him. "Y/N recognized everyone just…" Bella interrupted him, "Except for you and your sister." She shrugged her shoulders. "That should be your cue to leave."

Jane stepped out from behind her brother, "Choose your next words wisely newborn or your eternity was only seconds after all!" Alec ignored them both and looked at the Cullen Doctor more sharply. "Y/N has been awake for less than 24 hours, I can't say with any accuracy what's going on yet." "Then make a guess." Alec looked at the blond vampire demandingly.

"It would appear that Y/N has lost part of her memory." Alec turned his head to the side and watched his mate, who had fallen back into a deep sleep. A window separated them, but Alec had the feeling that it wasn't just this window that separated him from Y/N, rather an entire universe.

"How could this happen, how could…" Alec had to collect himself for a moment and looked back at Carlisle, "You said there were no injuries that could have caused any major trauma, so what happened?" The man shook his head. "It could have been anything, the shock, the cold. I can't tell you. I'm sorry Alec." " Could her memories come back?" Alec looked at him hopefully. "I honestly can't say." Jane snorted, "Can you say anything at all about Y/N's condition?"

Bella stepped forward before Edward could stop her. "I'd show a little more respect if I were you. After all, it was Carlisle who saved her!" Jane looked at her angrily, "Careful…" Bella interrupted her, "Forget it. My sister was dying just a few hours ago and if I had to guess, I'd even say it was your fault." She turned to Alec, "Yours, to be exact." "How could it have been my fault?" Alec looked at her undefined. Bella shrugged her shoulders. "No one can explain what happened, why Y/N went off the road." Alec's eyes literally began to burn. "I would never…" "I'm not saying you did it, but you and the rest of your Volturi gang have enough enemies that were just looking for an opportunity to get their hands on Y/N alone."

Silence fell as Bella eyed Alec angrily. "You've never made a secret about her. Never hidden the fact that she is the 'sunshine of the Volturi'. But she was also never alone without one of you. This time she was."

"Enough Bella…" Carlisle raised a hand, but it didn't silence her. "Remember what I told her and you back then. Loving you will be the death of her and look where we've ended up. Look at my sister Alec, she barely escaped death." Bella took a few steps towards the black haired man. "I pray that Y/N won't remember you, because this way I can protect her from this world, this way I can protect her from your enemies." Bella turned and walked back to Edward, but paused once more, "If you truly love her Alec and want her safe, let her go. Let me take her away to where neither you nor any other can find her."

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"Alec?" Jane looked at him questioningly as she re-entered the hospital room. He was once again standing by Y/N's Bedside. " You would think, the way she's sleeping so soundly, that she's fallen back into a coma." He carefully stroked his hand through her hair.

"Are we just going to ignore what Bella said?" Jane looked more closely at her brother. Alec simply ignored her and gave Y/N his full attention. Jane snorted. "How about we just take Y/N with us. We can sort everything else out in Volterra and then…" Alec stopped running his fingers through Y/N's hair.

"She can't remember anything. No more of our time, no more of our world. That means Y/N is a normal woman again." Jane tilted her head. Alec gave her an annoyed look. "She can have everything I could never give her." Jane stood up straight again. "That would be?" "Children? Growing old? A life in the daylight!" Jane's expression changed to one of bewilderment. "If Y/N really wanted that, she would never have agreed to be changed." Alec looked at his sister. "Love blinds you to the things you've always wanted." Jane shook her head, "Alec…"

Alec lowered his gaze, leaned down to Y/N and placed a long kiss on her forehead. He separated his lips, remaining a few inches above her forehead. "I've waited so long for you, that I'm ready to let you go." The vampire stood back up, running his hand over his lover's cheek once more, "Find me in another life. In one where I get more time with you, in one where I can love you longer."

He turned away from the bed and tried to walk towards the exit, but Jane blocked his way. "If you do that, if you leave now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." "And if I stay Jane? Then what?" Alec looked at Y/N again, "She got lucky this time. What if she's not lucky next time? I ignored it, for so long. But her life got more and more dangerous the closer I got to her." Jane shook her head, "Don't let Bella win. She's been trying to break you two apart since you got together." Alec looked down at his sister, "It's not about winning, it's about Y/N safety Jane. She's not safe with me or anywhere near her, no one is."

"What if Y/N wakes up one morning and can remember? She'll think you don't love her, she'll think you abandoned her!" Alec looked at his sister. "Jane…" "No!" the blonde vampire raised her voice, but Alec cut her off. "We're leaving Jane, my decision is final!"

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"Alec, it's been a long time since we've seen you in Volterra." Aro closed the book he had just opened and placed it on the table. Caius turned to the twins. "Is everything okay with Y/N?"

Demetri, Felix, Santiago, Afton and Chelsea looked back and forth between Jane and Alec. An awkward silence stretched out. Alec looked at his kings, "Y/N is awake."

No one said anything, they just watched the twins. Everyone realized that all joy was missing from Alec. He looked lost and Jane couldn't look at anyone. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, which was never the case.

"What happened?" Aro took a few steps towards Alec, but didn't want to touch him yet, he wanted to listen to his words first. "Y/N is no longer part of our world, she is no longer part of our lives. She can't remember anything from the last year." Alec looked Aro in the eye. "My mate woke up, but she woke up in a world I'm not a part of."

Caius stood up, "How?" Alec's gaze lowered to the floor. His voice broke, "Carlisle doesn't know." "Then we must bring her to us…" Caius wanted to continue, Aro silenced him with a raised hand. "May I see?" Aro held out a hand to Alec. The black-haired man immediately placed his hand in his king's.

After a minute, Aro let go of Alec's hand. "Is this the path you really want to take?" Alec looked back down at the ground. "You know she wanted to become one of us." Alec nodded and looked up. "She'd never be safe." "I know."

Aro turned and walked back to the table.

"Spread the word that Y/N is dead."

"What!" All the vampires in the room, excluding Jane, Alec and Aro shouted this at the same time.

"Our young friend has decided to give his mate, our sunshine, a mortal life. A life without the knowledge of the supernatural and away from our enemies. I support him and so do the rest of you."

Demetri shook his head and walked towards Alec. "You can't do this to us. Alec…" Alec looked at him blankly, "This isn't your decision to make." "How can you just let her go, how can you…"

Alec took a step towards Demetri, "Do you think this decision was easy? Do you think it's not tearing me apart? I love this woman with everything in my being, she's the other fucking half of my soul. Do you think the decision to let her go and know that she won't be in this world in eighty or ninety years was easy?" His voice broke and he shook his head. "Then you're an idiot, it's been the hardest decision of my life and I'll definitely regret it."

"Then why?" Felix looked at him questioningly, while others were shocked. No one had ever seen Alec get so emotional.

Jane gave a humorless laugh and drew attention to herself. "Because Bella managed to get inside his head." Confused, everyone looked back at Alec. He remained silent, but Jane continued, "She thinks that Y/N's car went off the road because one of our enemies made it do it."

"This is ridiculous!" Demetri tried to grab Alec's shoulder, but he slapped the blond vampire's hands away. "Really? We, the Volturi, have more than enough enemies. Everyone we care about has been killed. Think of the secretary who loved you Demetri and was killed because of it. The woman you loved Felix? Chelsea, why is Afton a vampire now? Why don't you ever let him go somewhere without you?"

Everyone looked at the floor.

"I thought so. Loving any of us Volturi is like a death sentence. I'm not willing to do that to Y/N when she's been given a second chance."

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[entitled-fangirl]

Two idiots in love. (P10)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: the reader gets taken by David. And Joel will do anything to get her back.

Warnings: bruises, creepy comments, kidnapping, manipulation, name-calling, cursing

Author's note: I think 3 updates in one day is enough lmao

Masterlist

Part 1 and 11

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Y/N woke up with a labored breath.

In fact, all of her breaths were harsh and painful.

And now that she had truly came to her senses, she couldn't remember taking her medication since Jackson.

She left her medication in Jackson.

"I started worrying you wouldn't wake up."

She sat up slowly, now realizing she was laying on cold tile in a fenced in area of the room.

And she knew that voice.

David.

She hummed, trying to collect her thoughts. 

Her shivering frame no longer had her winter coat.

Her torso was just left in a tank top and Joel's flannel.

She finally managed to look up at David.

He smiled, "Tess… is it?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "…Tess?"

He shook his head, "Apparently not." He held up the piece of paper again, "…Y/N?"

She couldn't stop the small instinctual light up of her eyes.

He smiled again, "There she is… pretty Y/N."

In David's hands was Bill's note to Joel. She remembers Joel keeping the paper, and it must have ended up in her backpack. 

"So, is Tess the girl?"

"Stop saying that fucking name."

His eyebrows rose, "Alright. Touchy subject." He set the paper down, "I just want to get to know you. Understand you? Is that alright?"

"L…Let me out."

"Well, that's certainly the goal." She saw him grimace, "Sorry for that bruising. Can't imagine it feels nice. I talked to James about it, and I truly apologize on his behalf."

The struggle to breathe.

It was the bruising on her neck from her attempted escape.

"Are you hungry?"

"Wh…why am I in a cage?"

David shrugged, "Have you ever had a pet bird, Y/N? You have to make sure it'll stay before you let it out. Otherwise, it may fly away-"

"-Fuck you."

"Or," he continued more harshly, "More realistically, a dog. You're wild. But don't worry. We'll domesticate you. Make you obedient and respectful. Let you eat the scraps off of the table. The others want to kill you. But I saved you. I can help you. Let me protect you."

She shook her head, "We both know I'm not really on my own."

"Right," he nodded, "your family. Your husband, how is he?"

"He's not my fucking husband."

"Well, I can see how much you care about him, so I know it hurts. But that part of your life, it's ending. And what I'm offering you is a beginning. But if you can't find a way to trust me, then yes. You are alone."

Y/N let out a breath, pushing herself against the wall.

"Can I ask about that?" David asked.

"About what?" She replied coldly.

"That bruise on your arm. Is that… from him?"

A bruise in the shape of Joel's fingers laid around her wrist in a deep purple. It was from cleaning his wound only yesterday, and at the time, she didn't think anything of it.

She looked up at him.

"I see." He said, "You know, people that love you- truly love you- they don't hurt you."

"How the fuck would you know about love?"

"Well, I wouldn't hurt you, Y/N."

"The same bruises are on my neck."

"Those are from James. Not me. I would never hurt you. I think you're beautiful. And beauty is meant to be treasured."

"Joel wouldn't hurt me. He's not like that."

David scoffed, "Did you see what he did to Alec at the university? Snapped his neck. You think he wouldn't do that to you?"

"No. He wouldn't." She reasoned. 

"Be serious with yourself, Y/N. That man is dangerous and cruel. You deserve someone kind and protective."

"And you think that person is you?" She scoffed.

He let out a laugh, "Of course, I wish the pretty girl likes me. Who wouldn't? But, I think that's up to you to decide."

And he left her alone with her thoughts. 

…

Joel was livid.

He could barely see through the red that clouded his vision.

In the scheme of things, they had somehow taken Ellie, too. 

And Joel didn't like it when people touched his things.

He continued to punch the man taped to the chair.

"Please," the man pleased, "I don't know any woman."

Joel stabbed a blade through the man's knee.

"Marco-"

"No, no, no, no" Joel said softly, "He can't help you. You focus right here. Or I'll pop your fuckin' kneecap off."

The man took a deep breath, "She's alive."

Joel nodded, "Where?"

When the man wouldn't answer, Joel twisted the man's kneecap with his bare hands.

"Fuck, fuck! The town!"

"WHAT TOWN?!" Joel yelled.

"..S…Silver Lake."

Joel pulled out a map, setting it on the man's lap.

The same map Y/N had used in Bill's truck.

"It's not a real town name," the man said out of breath, "It's a resort."

"A resort?"

Joel sighed and pulled the blade from the man's knee, shoving the handle of it in the man's mouth harshly.

"You're gonna point to where we are, and where your "resort" is. And it better be the exact same spot you buddy over there points to."

The man did as Joel commanded, then he spit the blade out, "Go ask him. He'll tell you. I'm not lying."

Joel nodded, then shoved the knife into the man's stomach with no mercy.

The other man held hostage yelled out at the violent act. "Why did you do that? He told you what you wanted! I won't tell you SHIT!"

"That's okay," Joel said calmly as he walked to him and grabbed a bat, "I believe him."

Joel swung the bat with no remorse.

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Y/N was sat on the floor in a panic.

A human fucking ear laid on the ground not too far from her cage.

They were cannibals.

David came in with a plate, setting it on the ground and sliding it to the hungry woman.

But the last thing she could do was eat after seeing what laid on the ground.

He noticed her gaze and followed it, then looked back with a clenched jaw, "For what it's worth, this is just deer meat. I swear."

She let out a small cry, "Are you gonna fucking eat me?"

"I'd rather not."

"How… how could you do this?"

"There are only a few of us that know." David said, "but, I would've told you. Sooner or later."

She let out another small cry.

"It was a last resort. You think this doesn't shame me?"

She sniffled lightly and looked up at him.

David grinned slightly at the eye contact, "Your friend is no different. Didn't he take another man's life to save yours?"

"He…he was defending himself."

"No, he was defending you."

Her eyes left his as she took in his words.

"Can I tell you something? Be honest with you, Y/N? I'm just a shepherd tending to my sheep. And all I want… is someone to share it with. A friend."

"What about my friend?"

He nodded, "I can tell the others to stop looking for him. They'll spare him."

"W…what?"

"If he leaves us in peace, they will just let him go. They do what I tell them to do."

"What about my daughter?"

He smiled, "About that…"

Her heart dropped, "Where is my girl, you sick fuck?"

"JAMES!"

James walked in with Ellie in tow. Her hands were tied behind her back and she fought against the man's movements until she saw Y/N.

David smiled, "A happy reunion, indeed."

Y/N stood and approached the bars as close as she could to Ellie. "Ellie! Are… Jesus, are you alright?"

Ellie nodded.

"Let her go, David. She didn't do anything. I'm the adult here. Blame me. Just… let her go, please. Don't touch her."

The preacher sighed, "Well, I really want to, sweetheart. But… I have to domesticate the dog, remember? So, I take something that the dog loves, like…. Ellie, you said?… and I dangle her in front of the dog's nose. The dog will now do anything I say to ensure it gets what it wants."

"I'm not a dog, David."

He smiles, "No…?"

James pulls on Ellie's hair, making her cry out.

"STOP IT!" Y/N yells, "STOP! Fine! I'll do anything. Anything, please. Don't touch her!"

"C'mere then."

She approached where David stood on the other side of the bars.

His hand wandered to her cheek.

It made her remember Joel's touch.

But they were nothing alike.

David smiled, letting his voice drop to in intimate volume due to the proximity, "And now, the pretty bitch bows to her master."

He turns around, "Put the girl in there."

When Ellie is thrown into the cage, Y/N immediately takes her in her arms.

They watch the men leave the room.

"Where are you hurt?!" Y/N asked frantically.

Ellie shakes her head, "I'm fine. Just… scared."

"And Joel?"

Ellie shrugs, "I heard voices, so I did what I could to lead them from the house. Got the horse shot. I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, "I don't give a shit about the horse. You're okay, and that's all the matters."

…

A few hours later, the two found themselves a little more relaxed.

David had left them alone for the last 4 hours.

"Y/N?" Ellie asked. "I have something to confess…"

The woman nods, "Okay."

"It's really bad…."

"Bad as in… you killed someone? That's not exactly considered bad anymore."

"No…I… I read the note."

Y/N froze. "What note?"

"The one Joel left for you in Jackson."

Y/N didn't know what to say, "How… when did you… Ellie…?"

"I saw it when I went to the bathroom before we left. I just… I don't know. Part of me hoped that Joel had left it for me. I understand why he left one for you, but…. I couldn't help myself. And I'm sorry for reading it."

"It's fine, Ellie. Really."

Silence.

"Did you want to know what it said?"

"Well," Y/N shrugged, "that depends. Is it something I have to know?"

Ellie considered the question, then shook her head. 

"Okay then. Is it something I'd want to know?"

Ellie immediately nodded.

"Hmm. Would this information change what I have with Joel? And with you?"

Ellie frowned in thought, then nodded, "Yeah. Big time."

Y/N sighed, "Well, I don't care then. I like what I have with you and Joel. I don't want to change it. I'd rather live life not knowing anything and having you two, then to know everything in the world and live without Joel and my daughter."

Ellie let out a shuddered breath at her response.

"Joel also said he loves you."

Y/N's head shoots up, "…what?"

"I won't get into details but… it was all mushy about how much he loves you and how you ground him… all the shit he'll never say out loud."

Y/N nodded. "I see. I hope Joel is out there looking for us then."

"Me, too."

If only they knew.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Boy in the Bubble

Demetri Alexopoulos x reader

warnings: bullying

a/n: after i finished this i realized it was supposed to be romantic so i hope this is romantic enough or at least slow burny 😭

prompt: @elemental-of-magic: “May I request a Demetri Alexopoulos x reader (romantic) to “Boy in the Bubble” by Alec Benjamin (I was thinking that reader defends Demetri in his pre Miyagi-Do era)?”

You’d missed one day of school. How did it come to this?

Demetri has bruises on his arms and hands, and a damn good shiner on his eye. All he wanted to do was hide, stew in his embarrassment, and go home and hide some more. But unfortunately for him, he had you.

“It’s fine, y/n. I don’t want to cause anymore problems. It’s my fault anyways, I didn’t let him copy my homework.” Demetri tried to talk you down as you arrived at school, seething at the fact anyone would take the opportunity of your absence to bully your best friend.

“Eli, who was it.” You cornered your other best friend and demanded an answer. “Tell me now!” Demetri shook his head desperately behind you, not wanting to risk anymore embarrassment.

“I-I don’t know.” He answered, which wasn’t good enough for you.

“It’s over, y/n! I don’t want to drag this on any longer. I got beat up, I don’t need you standing up for me.” Demetri argued, trying to push you out of they way of his locker. “I’m gonna be late to class if you keep pressing it.” He grew increasingly agitated and you could see that his cheeks were bright red. Next thing you knew, Eli had slipped you a note with the name of his aggressor—Kyler. You bit your tongue to prevent your loud groan until Demetri ran off to class, and he sure did while he gave you the silent treatment with tears welling in his eyes.

“I want you to stand up for us.” Eli quietly told you. “If you don’t, no one will.” You pat him on the back and nodded.

“Did he try to do anything to you?” You asked Eli.

“He just made fun of my lip.” Eli shrugged. You rolled your eyes and stormed off to class, awaiting lunchtime so you’d have an audience for your public confrontation.

“Hey, Kyler.” You took a seat next to him at his table.

“What do you want?” He asked, trying to begin his mockery with his friends before he realized your plan of dumping chocolate milk AND orange juice on his head. You stood up and walked away as he started yelling, blinded by the beverages and oblivious to the puddles below his feet when he slipped and landed on his ass. Demetri and Eli were watching the whole thing with mouths agape and became fearful when Kyler got back up and walked in your direction, running right by in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Maybe I should have just poured it on his pants.” You rethought your plan and sat at your own table, immediately receiving a tight hug from Demetri.

“You are a badass.” He told you. “I take it back, you can stand up for me any day.”

“Anytime.” You hugged him back.

“Ow, ow. Bruises, remember.” You quickly pulled away and decided a kiss on the cheek would work better in this situation, making him just as red as he was in the morning. “Thanks.”

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[volturiprincess]

Hello can you write about getting into a relationship with volturi guard? How is that process would be like? Thank you💗

Getting into a relationship with them (HC)

A/N: Sorry it took a while to get out 😅. Hope you like it 💙 (I noticed a certain familiar name for the GIF of Alec😁)

Felix:

You know that phrase “Right time, right place”?

Well you were in the middle of your Junior abroad trip in Barcelona, when you decided instead of going to the beach like your peers were you headed to the library called “Biblioteca Publica Arus” 

You were skimming through the bookcases not really paying attention to anything but the books when you bumped into something, well more like someone 

About to apologize you were caught off guard by how tall he was, mouth was hanging slightly open and eyes widen kind of deal

How the fuck can he be so tall….and so handsome!? Wait? Red Eyes???

“Ay perdón, no estaba prestando atención a lo que me rodeaba.” (Omg sorry, I was not paying attention to my surroundings)

Not expecting him to have such an irresistible deep voice with an accent that left you feeling weak in the knees he answer “No te preocupes hermosa, debería ser yo quien te diga lo siento, claramente estás en tu área de interés y te interrumpí.” (“Don't worry beautiful, I should be the one saying sorry to you, your clearly in your area of interest and I disrupted you”) and he finished that off with a wink

That wink had your mind going in an overload of emotions

You guys introduce yourselves and he took you out for Crema Catalana 

He didn't eat any which you found odd but none of that mattered when you were with him

There was just something about him that made you feel so attracted to him, it's an indescribable feeling but all you knew is you wanted to be with him forever 

He was absolutely a sweetheart with you, held the doors open for you, would listen to you when you would ramble about your studies and your hometown, he also shared about his life and said he was just passing through 

It was like that for a couple of week when you have time off from your studies until you had to go back to your university, you feel for him hard 

He offered you to come with him back to Italy and you could go to a school that is nearby, all expenses paid and you would get to live with him 

You would be crazy not to take the offer so you did

Now skip to a year, obviously you know about him being a Vampire and have meet the other guards, but you have never felt so happy 

He told you about the mate bond (which made so much sense now), and your changed date was set after you graduate 

If you never went to that library who knew if you would of ever meet your hunk of a mate 

Demetri:

It was feeding time for the Volturi, and you happened to be one of the unfortunate souls so be part of the group 

You can't be blamed with this, you got convinced to take this tour by a beautiful goddess who could probably convince you to do anything if she wanted 

So here you were admiring the interior design on this ancient castle, you were a sucker for this type of architecture 

The tour ‘ended’ in a throne-like room, it was gorgeous in there, but wait…is that a drain? Or two? Why are we surrounded by what you can describe as beautiful beings who are too beautiful to be humans?

Oh shit! Am I going to die? This is what I get for following my love for women and exquisite architecture mindlessly 

As if on cue the beautiful beings around the room come at the group and you witness so much blood and screams 

Vampires!? Soon after that realization you spot one stalking towards you like a predator does to a prey, he’s beautiful with his brown locks and burgundy eyes maintaining his eyes on you 

Before he even gets to you, you feel someone grab you and pull against their chest with covering your mouth, you try to fight but you hear a husky seductive voice whisper into your ear “Relax gorgeous face, i'm not going to let you get hurt, trust me”

He took you to a room and said he will be back later 

He came back and oh dear gosh he is beautiful

He revealed his identity and why he saved you 

From that day your destiny was to live with Demetri and one day become a Vampire like him

Of course it took you a while to get used to be with everyone else but with time you grew close to them 

You later found out the one who was about to drain you dry that fateful day was Alec (he of course apologize, but you always kept an eye on him)

With Demetri it took you a solid 2 weeks when you gave him a kiss, he was patient with you and he wanted you to make the moves or waited for you to give him permission to do other things 

He was easy to be around, you guys would talk about anything, and he would take you out to the most romantic or cutest dates, there was no inbetween

The relationship just happened to become so natural, almost like you knew each other since forever 

Alec:

Boy oh boy are you for a ride 

You happen to meet to be a witness for the Cullens for the whole ‘immortal child’ fiasco, you knew Carlisle since he was turned so you were really good friends

When the Volturi arrived, you got a weird feeling, your initial thought was a bit of fear and panic when you saw the whole coven but then it quickly turned to “Mate!?”

You looked at each member trying to identify who it was until you saw him

Oh gosh, of course it had to be one of the infamous intimidating twins 

He is breathtaking, and those eyes, they were your favorite color, burgundy

Just the thought makes you want to run your hands through his dark locks, wtf are these thoughts, well you did just find your mate so it's not your fault 

As if he knew someone was looking at him, his gaze snapped to you 

The eye contact was filled with tension and what you can tell as yearning

He quickly looked away and you also 

When the whole drama was finished and Marcus confirmed the bond, you ended up going with the Volturi back to Italy 

But this is the interesting part, he avoided you for a while 

Like you tried to approach him but he would vanish, Jane would just give you the death glare, and frankly you do not want to feel her wrath 

Marcus was the one who basically ‘locked’ you guys in a room and that is where hell broke loose 

Harsh words were said, venom in eyes, but then he said “I do not mind you, I think I can get used to having you as a mate, but friends first “ which you agreed with

And soon a beautiful friendship was created 

Took almost a year of building up his trust and Jane’s 

He was the who showed affection first, he held your hand one time in a meeting with the kings 

And then you guys had your first kiss on your first date in the gardens 

Then the rest is history 

Jane:

She’s a tough cookie 

She meet you when you were brought in by Felix and Demetri to the Kings 

You were brought in for the reason of your ability, you were able use an invisible hand that can hold your victim in place, you could even crush them if you wanted to (You could imagine the excitement in Aro’s eyes when he heard about your ability)

A bit like the Alec’s encounter, you two made eye contact and the intensity was so strong 

But even if Marcus confirmed your mate bond, she wanted no sort of relationship with you, heck the looks she would give you left you scared for your life 

Obviously you do not fear her, but what she can do left you always on high alert 

You gave her space, not wanting to force this bond, and not wanting to anger her either 

She didn't speak a word to you for 5 months, when she did it was simply “I was reading that book” (it was about flowers)

You responded with a simple “oh i'm sorry my little death flower”

The look she gave you was unexpected, her eyes widened slightly and her mouth opened slightly basically this was her reaction: 👁️👄👁️

Same with Alec, it took a year from that day for her to be with you

You were the one to make a move, when you were both reading her hand was in reach and you held it, her head snap to you but you focused on the book, you only squeezed her hand but she did not pull away or anything on the contrary she scooted slightly closer to you 

There was another time she laid her head on your shoulder suddenly but you didn't say anything 

Until when you asked her out to a date and well that was the best decision you ever made 

You took her out on ‘picnic date’, which only involved blood with wine

The sun was already setting and you both turned to each other and leaned in and shared a kiss, the bond from there only got stronger since then 

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if i killed someone for you

if i killed someone for you - alec benjamin

villain! reader x hero! bakugou

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The city lights cast a harsh glow across the skyline, the weight of the night pressing down like an oppressive silence. The streets were quiet, almost eerily so, save for the faint hum of sirens in the distance. You perched on a rooftop, the wind ruffling your hair as you gazed down at the chaos you had caused. The plan had been simple, quick. You'd gone in, taken what you needed, and left destruction in your wake.

But now, standing there, watching the flickers of red and blue lighting up the dark, something gnawed at you. You should be long gone by now, hidden in the shadows, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave. Not yet.

You weren't alone on this roof. The familiar presence of explosions echoed through the air as Bakugou stood a few feet away, his back to you, fists clenched at his sides. His fiery spikes of blond hair were wild, his costume tattered from the pursuit, but there was no hiding the rage in his stance.

"You know, you're getting real good at pissing me off," Bakugou growled, voice rough but controlled.

You didn't answer right away. There was something about his voice—something about the way it cracked through the tension—that sent a strange feeling through you. It wasn't fear or anger. No, it was... something else.

"You've been a pain in my ass for way too long," he continued, turning to face you now, his fiery eyes narrowing. "But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let you just wreck shit whenever you feel like it."

You finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "You'll stop me... right? Is that what you're saying?"

Bakugou's eyes flickered with something sharp. "You think I've let you get away with everything just so I can stop you now? You're fucking wrong."

The words stung, but not in the way you expected. It wasn't the anger you saw from him—it was something deeper. Something... more conflicted.

His expression hardened. "If I wanted to stop you, I would've done it already. But this—" He gestured around them, toward the aftermath of your chaos, his jaw clenched tight. "This is getting old. You've done worse. You've killed."

You flinched, your gaze dropping to the ground. The weight of your actions hit you harder now, but you couldn't bring yourself to apologize. Not to him.

"You don't care about that, do you?" he asked, the roughness in his voice softening just the slightest bit. "You think I'm gonna just let you walk away, after everything you've done?"

Your pulse quickened, and you finally let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You met his gaze, searching his face for any sign of the familiar anger, the intense hatred that always seemed to fuel his every word. But now? Now it was something else.

"I don't care," you said, your voice shaky, raw. "I never asked you to care."

There was a long pause before Bakugou finally spoke again, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm not letting you get away with this." But there was no conviction behind the words anymore. Only a quiet, underlying frustration. "I'm not letting you ruin everything for yourself."

You didn't understand. You were a villain, a force of destruction. That's what you were built to be. But Bakugou? He was a hero. The kind of hero who would tear apart anyone who threatened the peace.

Except... something had changed. It was in the way he was standing, the way he wasn't shouting at you like he used to. There was no threat in his stance, no confidence in his words.

"I've done things that... I can't undo," you said, voice cracking just the tiniest bit. "I've killed for people. I've hurt so many. And you think—" You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. "You think I care about you stopping me? I'm just... trying to survive."

Bakugou stared at you for a long moment, the fire in his gaze flickering as if torn between two realities. His hands curled into fists, but there was no explosion this time. No rage.

"Why?" he finally asked. "Why the hell are you doing this?"

You couldn't look at him. You didn't have an answer for that question. Why did you do what you did? Was it out of desperation? To prove something to yourself? To everyone who ever looked at you like you were nothing more than a tool to be used?

Maybe. Or maybe it was just because you didn't know how else to exist.

But the quiet question hung in the air, and for the first time, it felt like Bakugou wasn't asking because he needed to stop you. He was asking because he cared. And you hated it. You hated how that small part of you that had buried all the pain suddenly wanted to reach out and tell him the truth.

But you couldn't. You'd made too many choices, crossed too many lines.

"You should just let me go," you murmured. "You can't fix me, Katsuki."

A beat of silence passed before Bakugou's voice sliced through the quiet. "I don't give a damn about fixing you," he said, his tone sharper than ever. "But you don't get to walk away like nothing's happened. Not from me."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, you almost didn't know what to do with yourself. The world felt heavier, more suffocating.

"Stop," you said, taking a step back, your voice trembling now. "Just stop. I'm not who you think I am. I'm not some damsel in distress. I'm not gonna be saved."

He took a step forward, closing the distance. His eyes never wavered from yours. "Maybe not," he said, his voice softening in a way that felt too personal. "But I don't care. You don't get to destroy everything just because you think you're unworthy."

His hand reached out, hovering just above yours, waiting.

You looked at his hand. You looked at him. And for the first time in a long time, you wondered if maybe you weren't beyond saving.

"Stay," he whispered.

You didn't answer with words. But with the quiet decision in your heart that you weren't running anymore.

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Arlington Reservoir-based actor James Wilby – My Favourite Things

By Louise Flind

Favourite role?

Maurice, because very, very rarely is a piece of theatre or film about the character you're playing, and I was in every scene bar one. And it was a harmonious experience with the director James Ivory at the helm. He was just so supportive, inventive and wonderful. And I got on very well with my two co-stars Hugh Grant and Rupert Graves, and that also doesn't always happen.

Favourite playwright?

On one level, I love Stoppard but then I find you could say some people would argue he has a slightly particular frothy style in his use of language, and on another level I’d say Shakespeare because it's so profound.

Favourite director?

James Ivory, because he's one of those directors who has an amazing eye, and also an amazing ear.

Favourite co-star?

I loved working with Jonathan Pryce in Regeneration. What's interesting about really wonderful actors is you've just got to up your game. Also, Anthony Hopkins on Howards End, and Helen McCrory, who's sadly died now, on Witness Against Hitler.

Favourite theatre?

For the structure of the building, Glyndebourne. It seems to be a celebration of theatre, I'd love to do a play there, to direct a play, but I suppose it's not allowed. And the speed at which you can get out of it and into it and the bars and the restaurants, and the grounds – everything about it is a delightful experience before you've even watched whatever you're going to watch. The sight lines are so good, you can be quite far back and you still get an amazing experience and that's very rare in theatres.

Favourite location where you’ve filmed?

Canaima in Venezuela - you had to take a little prop airplane, land on a dirt runway, and there was just a sort of club, and it had about 20 chalets and a central dining space. It looked as though it was on a lake. And to the right of the lake were these massive waterfalls. It was just amazing and we were filming A Handful of Dust there for a week, and we all had to share one of these chalets because there wasn't enough of them for the entire crew. I shared with one of the actors who got very ill and went to bed at six in the evening. So I took my script on a boat, a long canoe, and under the starlight I was easily able to read and learn my lines for the next day. Charles Sturridge directed it for ITV, but it was a feature film with Kristin Scott Thomas, Rupert Graves and Alec Guinness.

Favourite thing about yourself?

Oh, bloody hell. That's just vanity. I'm a survivor.

Favourite thing about your work/career?

I love acting. It's a lucky thing because I've actually had not such a great career over the last 10 years, but when I get a chance, off I go and have a ball. I enjoy the whole thing, putting on the costume, the silliness of it all, and I revert to being a child every time. I love the theatre too although it’s much harder work for different reasons.

Favourite saying?

In The Prophet, a book of sayings by Kahlil Gibran, there’s one that really caught my eye, and I've followed it – and it's not necessarily done me any favours as I'm sure I’ve upset so many people in my business that I don’t work as much as I should – but it’s:‘most of us hover deviously between mute rebellion and prattling submission’.

Favourite house you've ever lived in?

The house we live in now near Arlington Reservoir.

Favourite place to walk?

Abbot’s Wood, it’s just literally five, 10 minutes away from our house. You can get lost in it, it's got so many different parts. I know it so well now, but at first, I had to pinpoint where the sun was so I could navigate my way home again. It's probably about 10 square miles.

Favourite thing to do on a day off locally?

Going fishing with my friend. We go down to Seaford or Newhaven. We're after things like bass and black hawk but we catch very little. Fifteen years ago you'd be pulling them out.

Favourite site in Sussex?

I do love the Pavilion [in Brighton].

Favourite drink?

Red wine. Bordeaux, claret.

Favourite thing about Sussex?

I feel obliged to be within striking distance of London because of my career. I'm always going into London for one reason or another, either to work there, do a costume fitting or a casting, so to be miles away seems counterproductive. Sussex has a lovely quality, the sea, as well as the countryside. I think it's quite interesting that where I am now, which is east of Lewes, is more rural and less stock-brokerly-belty than it was on the west side when I was in Plumpton.

Favourite decision you've ever made?

To become an actor. It was quite hard because I read maths at university and my father was a businessman and I think he was rubbing his hands and knees together that I would end up as an accountant or a banker. And I suddenly decided I wanted to be an actor, which rather threw him. He didn't put tremendous pressure on me not to but he kept pointing out that 90% of your profession are unemployed at any one point. I'm a lazy individual so the idea of sitting behind a desk doing accounting or banking didn't really appeal to me but the idea of playing in a room with lots of others really did.

Favourite place at home?

My study I suppose, get away from everyone, and sit there and do nothing, or learn my lines.

Favourite way to relax?

Probably doing The Times’ cryptic crossword. I do it every day, I'm an addict. What it does is it shuts me down in terms of anything else, so I'm not pondering and worrying about the worries of life. I also do Sudokus, the killer ones, and I’m also rather good at those as well.

Favourite time of day?

Just before dinner, let's say six o'clock, and you can have a drink.

Favourite season?

Spring. I love the idea that summer's about to happen and the buds are coming out. I just find it just electric – the garden springs to life and you think, God, where did all that come from?

Favourite Sussex restaurant?

I refuse to spend heaps of money on food. It would be somewhere quite cheap, I'm a Yorkshireman. Also, when you're out in the country, it's almost nicer to cook something for yourself than get in the car.

Favourite sport?

To play, tennis and to watch and to play, even though I have a sort of love-hate relationship with it, would be rugby. If England are playing rugby, I have to watch them. I played it to quite a high level as a school kid, even at university, until I realised they were all just too big.

Favourite item of clothing?

A black linen suit that I left on a train which really upset me.

Least favourite thing?

A bunch of middle-aged men in their cycling gear, taking up the road, thinking they're the bees-knees and just in the ****ing way and they can ***ger off.

Plans for April?

TV series ‘I, Jack Wright’ out towards the end of the year.

April, Sussex Life Magazine

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NEW: My Favourite Things - Great British Life magazine Interview April 2025

Favourite role?

Maurice because very, very rarely is a piece of theatre or film about the character you're playing, and I was in every scene bar one. And it was a harmonious experience with the director James Ivory at the helm. He was just so supportive, inventive and wonderful. And I got on very well with my two co-stars Hugh Grant and Rupert Graves, and that also doesn't always happen.

Favourite playwright?

On one level, I love Stoppard but then I find you could say some people would argue he has a slightly particular frothy style in his use of language, and on another level I’d say Shakespeare because it's so profound.

Favourite director?

James Ivory, because he's one of those directors who has an amazing eye, and also an amazing ear.

Favourite co-star?

I loved working with Jonathan Pryce in Regeneration. What's interesting about really wonderful actors is you've just got to up your game. Also, Anthony Hopkins on Howards End, and Helen McCrory, who's sadly died now, on Witness Against Hitler.

Favourite theatre?

For the structure of the building, Glyndebourne. It seems to be a celebration of theatre, I'd love to do a play there, to direct a play, but I suppose it's not allowed. And the speed at which you can get out of it and into it and the bars and the restaurants, and the grounds – everything about it is a delightful experience before you've even watched whatever you're going to watch. The sight lines are so good, you can be quite far back and you still get an amazing experience and that's very rare in theatres.

Favourite location where you’ve filmed?

Canaima in Venezuela - you had to take a little prop airplane, land on a dirt runway, and there was just a sort of club, and it had about 20 chalets and a central dining space. It looked as though it was on a lake. And to the right of the lake were these massive waterfalls. It was just amazing and we were filming A Handful of Dust there for a week, and we all had to share one of these chalets because there wasn't enough of them for the entire crew. I shared with one of the actors who got very ill and went to bed at six in the evening. So I took my script on a boat, a long canoe, and under the starlight I was easily able to read and learn my lines for the next day. Charles Sturridge directed it for ITV, but it was a feature film with Kristin Scott Thomas, Rupert Graves and Alec Guinness.

Favourite thing about yourself?

Oh, bloody hell. That's just vanity. I'm a survivor.

Favourite thing about your work/career?

I love acting. It's a lucky thing because I've actually had not such a great career over the last 10 years, but when I get a chance, off I go and have a ball. I enjoy the whole thing, putting on the costume, the silliness of it all, and I revert to being a child every time. I love the theatre too although it’s much harder work for different reasons.

Favourite saying?

In The Prophet, a book of sayings by Kahlil Gibran, there’s one that really caught my eye, and I've followed it – and it's not necessarily done me any favours as I'm sure I’ve upset so many people in my business that I don’t work as much as I should – but it’s:‘most of us hover deviously between mute rebellion and prattling submission’.

Favourite house you've ever lived in?

The house we live in now near Arlington Reservoir.

Favourite place to walk?

Abbot’s Wood, it’s just literally five, 10 minutes away from our house. You can get lost in it, it's got so many different parts. I know it so well now, but at first, I had to pinpoint where the sun was so I could navigate my way home again. It's probably about 10 square miles.

Favourite thing to do on a day off locally?

Going fishing with my friend. We go down to Seaford or Newhaven. We're after things like bass and black hawk but we catch very little. Fifteen years ago you'd be pulling them out.

Favourite site in Sussex?

I do love the Pavilion [in Brighton].

Favourite drink?

Red wine. Bordeaux, claret.

Favourite thing about Sussex?

I feel obliged to be within striking distance of London because of my career. I'm always going into London for one reason or another, either to work there, do a costume fitting or a casting, so to be miles away seems counterproductive. Sussex has a lovely quality, the sea, as well as the countryside. I think it's quite interesting that where I am now, which is east of Lewes, is more rural and less stock-brokerly-belty than it was on the west side when I was in Plumpton.

Favourite decision you've ever made?

To become an actor. It was quite hard because I read maths at university and my father was a businessman and I think he was rubbing his hands and knees together that I would end up as an accountant or a banker. And I suddenly decided I wanted to be an actor, which rather threw him. He didn't put tremendous pressure on me not to but he kept pointing out that 90% of your profession are unemployed at any one point. I'm a lazy individual so the idea of sitting behind a desk doing accounting or banking didn't really appeal to me but the idea of playing in a room with lots of others really did.

Favourite place at home?

My study I suppose, get away from everyone, and sit there and do nothing, or learn my lines.

Favourite way to relax?

Probably doing The Times’ cryptic crossword. I do it every day, I'm an addict. What it does is it shuts me down in terms of anything else, so I'm not pondering and worrying about the worries of life. I also do Sudokus, the killer ones, and I’m also rather good at those as well.

Favourite time of day?

Just before dinner, let's say six o'clock, and you can have a drink.

Favourite season?

Spring. I love the idea that summer's about to happen and the buds are coming out. I just find it just electric – the garden springs to life and you think, God, where did all that come from?

Favourite Sussex restaurant?

I refuse to spend heaps of money on food. It would be somewhere quite cheap, I'm a Yorkshireman. Also, when you're out in the country, it's almost nicer to cook something for yourself than get in the car.

Favourite sport?

To play, tennis and to watch and to play, even though I have a sort of love-hate relationship with it, would be rugby. If England are playing rugby, I have to watch them. I played it to quite a high level as a school kid, even at university, until I realised they were all just too big.

Favourite item of clothing?

A black linen suit that I left on a train which really upset me.

Least favourite thing?

A bunch of middle-aged men in their cycling gear, taking up the road, thinking they're the bees-knees and just in the ****ing way and they can ***ger off.

Plans for April?

TV series ‘I Jake White’ out towards the end of the year. source: https://www.greatbritishlife.co.uk/magazines/sussex/24967090.arlington-reservoir-based-actor-james-wilby---favourite-things/

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(A/n: Already day 6? Sheesh... Dont get used to these being this on time😅)

(A/n: Not proofread (as if anything I post /is/😅))

Word Count: 860

Summary- Don't be so receptive next time...

Warnings: Spanking, Degradation, Cumming untouched

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Alec/Jane Volturi x GN! Reader: Kinktober Day 6- Pain + Humiliation

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There were many perks of being mated to two vampires.

Even more once you factored in that they were both members of the most powerful coven's elite guard.

You had more freedom than a normal human in this castle. You were free to walk around and use the library as you pleased. You didn't have to worry about pissing anyone off and becoming their lunch. And, you had two loving people who would do anything for you.

What's not to like? Well…

Two mates might mean double the love, but it also means punishment and disappointment doubles.

.

You cry out as another slap echoes through the room.

Your ass stings and tears are falling from your cheeks.

The only indicator that you're even semi enjoying yourself is your obvious arousal. Droplets fall from your crotch and soak the bed sheets from your position.

Jane has you bent over on all fours in the middle of your bed as she brings her hand down on your ass again and again.

"What number was that?" Her voice is almost cold.

"Six…" you hiccup, trying your best to keep yourself upright. You only have four more; if you fail now, she'll start over.

"You remember your colors." She says it like a statement, but you know she wants an answer.

You nod. "Green," you answer her unspoken question.

*smack*

You sob out, "S-sev-ven."

Three more, you've got this.

"What was that?" Jane chides. "A mate of mine has more tolerance than that."

Taking a shuddering breath, you say it again, clearer this time. "Seven."

"That's more like it."

*smack*

Your eyes squeeze shut as you fight to hold back an orgasm. Your face is soaked with a mixture of sweat and tears.

As the feeling ebbs away, you count: "Eight~.."

"Look at them-" Alec seethes from his place across the room. He sits in an armchair with his legs spread apart, one arm leisurely thrown over the back as his other hand rests between his thighs. "-about to cum. Haven't even been touched yet. Pathetic."

"Very sensitive," Jane agrees, eyes not leaving your trembling form.

*smack*

Your arms give out, forcing your head to the mattress with your ass still up. "Eungh~" you couldn't describe that noise if you were given a thesaurus. You twist your fingers into the sheets as you push back release once more.

"Nine…" you whimper out, muffled by the blanket. Drool starts to pool against the fabric as your mouth hangs open from both pleasure and pain.

The sweet sting shouldn't be enough to push you so dangerously close to the edge, but here you are: teetering like the world's most dangerous seesaw all because of a spanking.

God, Alec's right. You are pathetic.

The realization stings a bit, but as you look across the room at Alec, red eyes boring into your own, you can't bring yourself to mind it. You'll gladly be pathetic for him. For her. Anything your mates want you to be.

"How desperate are you?" He snarls. "How desperate must you be for this to be all it takes to wreck you so?"

*smack*

Your mouth opens into a silent scream as Jane spanks you with the most force out of all the others. "...ten~" Your eyes roll back as you cum, hard.

Your body shakes with the force as you collapse fully.

"Typical. Cumming untouched like the needy, whiny whore that you are."

You're not sure who says it as your brain slowly starts to recover from becoming mush.

"Why did you need to be punished?" Jane asks, still behind you.

Why did you? You know why. But you don't?

Your brain is practically pudding right now.

Oh.

Oh, that's right. But you were just bored; you didn't mean anything by it.

"Because I let a lower guard flirt with me…

Your ass hurts, your feelings hurt, and you love it. You're going to be bruised tomorrow. Maybe even within the hour.

That's okay. It just means your mates are going to be extra attentive for the rest of the night.

"Don't let it happen again." Alec commands, standing and closing the distance between you. He grips your hair and yanks your head up so you can look at him as Jane slips into the ensuite bathroom. You hear the water start up and assume she's running a bath for you.

"If we catch our mate acting like such a harlot again, you'll get more than you did today."

The thought drags a debauched moan from the depths of your chest. Finally breaking his stone facade, Alec releases your hair and leans down to scoop you into his arms and take you to the bathroom.

As you said: having two mates has its perks.

You might get double the disappointment, but you also get double the doting and double the pity points after your punishment. Not to mention, if you like it, is it really that much of a punishment? You would have to disagree.

So, yes, you think, soaking in the coolness of your mate as you reach for your other lover once she's in sight. It definitely has its perks…

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The Red-Eyed Boy pt. i

Pt. Two | Three | Outtake

Alec x Swan!Fem!Reader

Summary: When Edward goes to the Volturi seeking death he accidentally exposes Bella's sister. Not taking any chances Alec is sent to finish you.

Warnings:

I haven't written ff in forever soooo...

Also I have trouble with the whole Y/N thing.

Language

Kinda, sorta NSFW I guess? Lot's of kissing.

Word Count: 1,938

A/N: Alec is aged up.

Aro let his mouth twist into a cruel smirk. Apparently, the Swan girl was dead, a sad waste of possible talent he lamented silently, but what was done was done. Edward had had no intention of turning her anyway, so what did it matter?

However, there had been another problem that Edward hadn't meant to expose.

Her sister.

"NO!" Edward shouted. "No! No, she's not aware. She doesn't know-"

"Now, now Edward. We cannot take chances, you know this. The girl already has her suspicions."

Edward's face crumpled into a half snarl. Going to the Volturi for your own death was one thing, but not only had he been denied this sweet relief, he had sentenced another to death. Surely he could get them to understand that Y/N was completely in the dark. Sure she had suspicions but that was just it. Suspicions. And aside from a few shopping trips with Alice (in which Alice had to practically drag Y/N out of the house in an attempt to get to know her better) she had stayed relatively far away. What Bella should have done, he thought with a cringe.

"Alec." Aro called over his shoulder.

Alec was at his master's side in less than a second, staring blankly ahead and awaiting orders.

"You are to head the Swan household in Forks. Take care of Bella's sister."

"Of course Master."

Alec gave a bow before sharing a look with his own sister and heading out of the throne room; Edward's renewed attempt at talking Aro into sparing the other Swan girl's life fading away ever so slightly. He couldn't help but smirk. Fresh blood that didn't have to be delivered. A chance to hunt. Maybe he would play with his food before he finished her off. Make her run. Make her beg. Or perhaps... a different kind of begging. A begging brought on with kisses and meaningless words whispered in her ear. His smirk twisted into a smile. There were always different ways to play, right?

Dad,

I'm with Alice. Edward's in trouble. You can ground me when I get back. I know it's a bad time. So sorry. Love you so much.

Bella

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."

With a groan I let the letter slip from my fingers and back to its original place on the kitchen counter. I knew Bella was still healing, but never in my wildest dreams did I picture her dropping everything and just taking off for the boy who dumped her.

I paused, leaning against the counter with my head in my hands, wondering if I should just go ahead and call dad or wait to break the news to him when he got home. On the one hand if I called him now, it would distract him from his job... however if I didn't tell him now and he finds out I knew before he got home, I could possibly land myself in hot water and get grounded myself. And oh boy was Bella going to get grounded. Probably for the rest of the year if not her life.

She probably figured I'd find the letter first and would butter dad up anyways. Soften the blow that his eldest daughter went missing with a barely half-assed explanation. Well, she would be wrong about the latter at least. She'd be dealing with dad by herself on that one. As much as I loved her, I didn't want to be mixed up in her shenanigans.

Mind made up, I picked up my cell to make the dreaded call, and as expected dad picked up on the first ring.

"Uh, hey dad..."

I'm dreaming of him again. The boy with the red eyes.

He was standing in front of a familiar house, just watching. Waiting. I could see it in his eyes as they flicked back and forth. He was contemplating something, his head tilting just slightly as he took in the sloping roof and the off-white siding that was in severe need of cleaning. A truck and police car rested in its driveway, silent and empty.

My heart leapt. Why was he in front of my house? I'd dreamt of this boy plenty of times before, but never had he been in my own yard. Or anywhere I was even familiar with.

Instead, he was usually shrouded by a fine black mist. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough, he would simply be doing something rather mundane, like reading a book or walking in a garden. Other times my dreams would be rather violent, and I could hear the screaming of his victims as he ripped them to shreds. Then there was the girl that usually stood by his side. If the boy was violent, she was easily a hundred times worse. It was like watching a horror movie come to life and I couldn't close my eyes. I found that I didn't want to close my eyes. He was fascinating to me.

Or maybe it's because I'm a weird and sick individual.

He circled around to the back of the house now, his eyes trailing upwards until they landed on the second-floor window, a smirk beginning to curl on his lips.

My window.

I woke up with a gasp, clutching at my sheets.

What the fuck?

My imagination was finally getting away from me.

I couldn't help but look towards my window, still tightly shut and locked, only the soft glow of fairy lights winking back at me. Untangling myself from my sheets, I slipped from my bed and plodded over to the window. Nothing's out there, I thought. It's a stupid dream. They've all been stupid dreams. The red-eyed boy doesn't exist, Y/N. I unlocked the window and pushed it upwards before sticking my head out and looking around. Of course, I couldn't see worth shit but I squinted my eyes anyway, you know, just in case it would help me see better.

The yard was dark and empty. No handsome, red-eyed boys anywhere to be found.

I almost breathed a sigh of relief before a loud jingle broke through the silence, causing me to jump and slam my head into the window.

"Fuck." I hissed, cradling the spot that I could now feel a nice bruise forming.

It took me a moment to realize that the jingle was coming from my phone. Scrambling towards my dresser I managed to trip on the sheets I'd thrown off just minutes ago and go crashing to the floor. Tonight was just not my night. Despite my new entanglement, I reached up and managed to grab my phone, flipping it open without looking at the caller ID.

"Y/N? Y/N?" The voice on the other end was frantic.

Bella. I finally let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, the tension easing from my shoulders for the first time in days.

"Who else would it be?"

Despite my irritation and anger from her stunt I couldn't help but crack a grin as relief flooded through me. She was safe. I could already feel the hysterical laughter bubbling up. But that was quickly quashed as a new voice spoke from behind me.

"You're just as clumsy as your dear sister."

I whirled around and promptly dropped the phone as my eyes took in the dark figure standing at my feet. He was beautiful. Sinfully so. Dressed in all black, his pale skin stood out all the more. Agonizingly perfect and flawless, with dark hair sweeping across his forehead. And his eyes. Oh those eyes. My dreams didn't do them justice. Didn't do any piece of him justice.

"You." I breathed; eyes wide.

He suddenly tensed as our eyes met.

"You." He repeated.

Before I could blink, he was right before me, a gloved hand cradling my face. My mind was going haywire, trying to comprehend just what was happening. What was this pull I was feeling? What is this warmth? Did he feel it too?

"Your eyes." I whispered.

He arched a brow in amusement. "What of them?"

"They're beautiful. Like- like rubies." I stuttered quietly, feeling myself flush. "Am- am I dreaming again?"

Now both brows shot up. He probably thought I was crazy. And at this point he would be right. The boy that I had literally been dreaming about since I was a child was right in front of me.

"Y/N!"

The faraway crackle of my phone pulled me back to reality and I slowly picked it up, watching the boy in front of me. He made no move to stop me, only brushing a cool thumb across my cheek.

Wait, when had he lost the glove?

"I- I'm here."

"Did you hear anything I said?"

It was Alice Cullen

"Er- no."

"Listen," Alice began hurriedly. "I know this a lot to take in, but Alec isn't going to hurt you. It's- mates are a complicated thing in the vampire world."

"I'm sorry, what now?" I blinked rapidly as I tried to process what she was saying.

There was a low growl before I felt the phone being taken from my hands gently. I would be lying if that growl hadn't sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Cullen. Given your talent I think you would know that Y/N is perfectly safe with me." He leaned in as he tilted my head back, his nose running along my neck. "She is my mate after all."

My breath hitched at not only his words but the little nips and licks he began to trail along my neck, cool against my flushed skin. Oh gods, this could not be legal.

"Please inform Aro that Bella's sister will be coming to stay with us soon."

With a click he snapped the phone shut and molded his lips mine. I was pretty sure that my heart was about to beat out of my chest. Finally, he let me come back up for air with a small nibble on my bottom lip and burying his face back into my neck, his hands running down my sides in a slow caress.

"So- so you're Alec?"

He let out an actual purr at the sound of his name. "Say it again."

"You know people usually introduce themselves before making out right?"

There was a growl in response, and I almost let out a moan. Oh fuck, please stop doing that. It was doing weird things to my body.

"Alec."

He lifted himself up to look at me again, eyes no longer that beautiful ruby red but nearly pitch black. He kissed me again and again, swiping his tongue along my lower lip before delving into my mouth with a hunger that shot heat straight between my legs. This time I moaned. He chuckled as he pulled away, placing light kisses along my jaw until he reached my ear and nibbling yet again. Lord did this boy like to nibble.

"I will be back, mio cara."

Suddenly he disappeared just as my door opened and my dad stood there looking rather alarmed. I just blinked at him in a daze.

"I heard voices." He grumbled, looking for all the world like he had just rolled out of bed... which he had.

I felt my face heat back up, trying to figure out exactly what he had heard and trying to come up with an excuse.

"Uhm. I heard from Bella!"

For once my sister saved the day.

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Starved (Alec Hardy)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: Alec discovers you fantasise about his tongue. A lot.

CW: oral (reader receiving), no pronouns but reader does have a vagina, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation

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There was just something about the way that Alec spoke that enraptured you. The accent, the way his lips moved around the words. His tongue. God, Alec’s tongue. The amount of time you had spent fantasising about having Alec’s tongue buried inside you was, well, ridiculous. 

“Eh, love? You alright? Not sayin’ much.” 

You’re only pulled about halfway out of the trance when you reply- 

“Sorry- thinking about your tongue.” It only takes a further second for you to snap completely out of it and realise what you’ve just said. “Oh, shit.” 

Your cheeks go beet red and you slap a hand over your face in mild horror. Alec’s not usually a cocky bastard, but the way a smirk twists its way across his lips just drips with sin. Your breath hitches and Alec’s fingers reach out to caress up your thigh. Unconsciously, your leg twitches into his fingers. A silent plea for more. 

“What ‘bout it? Huh? Thinkin’ ‘bout my tongue?” 

You bite your lip as his grin turns darker. You nod, and his fingers trail up your thigh towards your sides. He moves closer. You can see the bulge growing in his trousers. It’s all you can do not to whimper- the memories of having him buried inside you to the hilt, fucking into you- oh this had to stop. But then again, you didn’t want it to. 

“Yeah,” you reply breathily. “God, I want your tongue on my clit.” 

Alec chuckles at your bold statement. Now that was unexpected of you.

“Spread your fuckin’ legs then, darlin’,” he replies with a nonchalant shrug. A moment later he’s beside you and pulling your chair away from the table. You let out a sound that’s halfway between a whimper and a yelp and spread your legs for him as he kicks your feet apart softly. 

Another moment and he’s between your legs, spreading your folds with his fingers and licking a flat stripe up your clit. You groan, sinking back in the chair and you feel the puff of air hit your core as he chuckles at your reaction. 

“Please, Alec?” 

Alec doesn’t make you beg. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucks it into his mouth and flicks the tip of his tongue back and forth over you mercilessly. His fingers reach around to grip at your ass and tug you closer to the edge of the chair. He eats you like a man starved, salivating at the taste of your pretty little cunt. 

“Oh, I could eat you for days,” he groans, breaking away to catch his breath. Your hips wiggle as the stimulation stops and as recompense, he pushes two fingers inside you, eyes entranced by the view of them inside you. Your cunt clenches around them and he laughs. “You like that, eh? Bet you do. Love having your pretty pussy stuffed like this.” 

Your head drops back against the chair and you spread your legs impossibly wider. Alec approves if the way he crooks his fingers just right for you is any idea. 

Another moment and his fingers are pulling out and his tongue is replacing them. Alec has to press himself as close to your flesh as possible to get his tongue as far as he can into your hole. You cry out, fingers digging into his scalp and holding him there. 

Alec flicks his tongue inside you and rubs the tip of his nose against your clit as he does so. You keen, thighs trembling with the effort of not closing around his head and popping his eardrums. 

One of his hands snakes around your thigh so his thumb can rub at your swollen clit. 

“Fuh-huh-uuck,” you moan, grinding your hips against his mouth and thumb. He feels so good, and there’s no way you’re not going to cum on his tongue in the next few seconds. “Fuck, Alec- shit- I’m- I’m close. God, please.” 

Alec laughs into your cunt as best he can with his tongue buried halfway into your core and he moves his thumb faster. You twitch and shake as the stimulation brings you closer and closer before-

“Oh, God- fucking fuck- fuck, Alec!” 

Your fingers yank against his hair, grinding yourself against his tongue as you ride out your high. Waves of pleasure roll over you while the continuing stimulation on your clit makes you shudder and twitch. 

He pulls his face away from your sopping cunt once he’s had his fill of your pussy and you grin tiredly at the blissful, wet mess that is his face. You can see your slick on his cheeks and chin. He wipes his mouth with the back of his spare hand. The sight of him panting, eyes black with lust does things to you. 

All of a sudden, his fingers are rubbing against your clit again hard and fast. You yelp, hips twisting to try and get away from the overstimulation. He tuts and refuses to relent. Your hips buck off the chair, fingers white-knuckling the edge of the table. 

And you cum again. But this time, you do the unthinkable and squirt. All over him. You’re shocked through the haze of pure pleasure coursing through your system, though it doesn’t stop you from making sounds a porn star wishes they could emulate. He’s grinning like a loon, rubbing at your clit like a man possessed until you have to basically all but kick him off you. 

The noise that escapes him sounds quite like disbelief, and while the main thing you can focus on is the pulsing of your overstimulated clit, you still manage a shaky “shut up.” 

“Never,” is his reply.