#i can and will beat the shit out of caius

[gaast]

Lightning Returns is a heartbreaking game in many ways, but the way it might hurt the most is the moments where Lightning tries to be familiar with Hope and he cannot respond in kind.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wips on Fridays.

And I seriously feel like it's Tuesday...where did the week go? Why are there earth tremors all the time? Why can't I just art more? idk.

Anyways tagged by @mareenavee and @thequeenofthewinter so thank you guys!!!

Going to drop this week's art and a snippet from something I finished on Sunday.

Art first!

At the stage where I can just use my own shit as references like the dork that I am.

More under the cut! That includes writing.

Because I like him so shhh.

And a cropped for the sensors line art. Ok Writing that relates in a way to all three of these arts..since they are all set within the same 6 months design-wise (sans guns and all that).

Why? Teldryn dressed in the armour he’d been wearing since he crawled out of that damn swamp, old netch leather he pulled off some bandit that tried to shoot him in the ass. He tied his scarf around his neck, stroking the faded vermillion fabric for a moment. Comfort, the only thing he has that provided it. As he slung his pack over his shoulder, something caught his eye. That damn Dwemer Coherer that he had apparently sold his life for. That curious little object just lay there on a shelf, one amongst many miscellaneous objects gathering dust in a storeroom. The thing was a marvel, used as a component on one of their brilliant machines… That sadistic old mer wouldn’t miss it? Would he? Why should he care? Teldryn snatched it from the shelf, quickly putting it in his pack. Fuck him, fuck all of them! He made his way towards the door and opened it into the cool evening air. He had so many things to do. So many reports to write, journals that Caius would want to look over. Every little sordid detail, every expense. He made his way to the shore, journal in hand, his leash that the Blades held him by. He opened it and began to write. - gave me the potion. It didn't cure me. But it did remove all apparent signs of the disease. Divayth Fyr said he didn't actually WANT to cure me, just remove the harmful features of the disease while preserving its virtues. Well, it worked. And now he is eager to test the potion on the other subjects in the Corprusarium. I must hurry back to report to…report to. He scribbled out what he had just written. Awful! Hurry? Why? What was the point of any of this? His skin began to itch again and he sighed. He ran a bandaged hand through his hair, felt the bare skin that dotted his scalp. Bare scalp? He pulled his looking glass out of his pack and assessed the damage. A long scar stretched across his right cheek, cutting into the old tattoos that snaked across his face. He looked drained, pale. His long hair patchy, matted. He hated it! He pulled a dagger out of his boot and began slicing at the strands, hacking, slashing, the hair falling to the sand below. Golden mask, crimson robes. A cacophony of moans, a legion of writhing bodies. A beating heart. He dropped the dagger and fell to his knees. He screamed, burying his fists in the wet sand. Child of his flesh. SPEAK WITH US! He screamed again, throwing a clod of sand into the ocean. He grabbed his journal, tore out the page he’d just written and threw that into the ocean too. Fuck Caius Cosades! Fuck the Blades! Fuck Divayth Fyr and his weird fucking daughters! Fuck that other old man with the snobbish attitude! Fuck the Empire! Fuck the Emperor and fuck the leash that they held him by. A fire ignited in his hands, the journal he had meticulously kept since being dumped in Seyda Neen almost a year ago smouldered in his grip. He’d rather spend an eternity in the prisons below the Imperial City than spend another second serving the whims of those uncaring fucks! “FUCK!” He screamed! His voice, or what was left of it finally returning. Ashen and coarse, unfamiliar. He pounded the sand, punched it until exhaustion overtook him. He slumped over tears threatening to choke in vision. The blur was permanent, everything was out of focus. He couldn’t shake it, couldn’t focus. He punched the sand again before rising to his feet. No, he would not go back to Balmora, he was done with this guarshit! Let some other poor sod chase an ancient ashlander fairytale. He was done! They could think him dead for all he cared. He wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t. He’d head west, he didn’t particularly care where so long as he could be alone. His skin itched, ash and sinew clouded his vision.

[victimeyez]

I have an organ harvester whumper who probably wouldn’t be allowed near him, a rich whumper who would dress him in fancy things and beat him to an inch within his life, and a whumper who does piercings and tattoos for fun and would probably do some very complex needlework (I.e. corset piercings) combined with a stress position (and then if you move then you’re tugging at the needles and it hurts More)

OOOHHHHH I'M OBSESSED

The organ harvester whumper is actually SO perfect, one of the planned whumpers is an organ harvesting student!!! I can prove it lol, it was in the first vote choices. I don't want to do too bad of a grossout but I'm def taking one of his kidneys. He doesn't need both kidneys...Sometimes, you just gotta vivisect a guy. Also this ask had thoroughly convinced me to read all these!

That could absolutely totally 100% be your guy though!! I would love to hear what he would do with him. Is Caius stupid enough to let them take an organ for an additional fee? Without consulting his doctor? Does a bear shit in the woods??

For the rich guy, this ALSO reminded me of another planner whumper I've just been calling The Whale. Super duper rich guy who has to do more and more twisted shit just to feel something. He'll be willing to pay to have Tommy for days. (wiggles eyebrows so you know to be AGHAST)

For your guy though, I would love that so much! Tommy would be so uncomfortable being dressed like a doll, him making him all handsome before beating him blue. Getting the clothes ripped and torn and dirtied and bloodied, leaving him a mess. 100000/10

For your tattoo artist and piercer - I fuckin HAD a tattoo +piercing artist on the first vote as well! But honestly yours sounds so much cooler than what I had been planning omg. LOVE the corset piercing oh my god. I have 5 piercings so far and 7 tattoos and I want so much moooooore! So i've looked at all kinds of piercings and I know exactly what you're talking about. That would be beautiful. and I LOVE the stress position. He already had the hooks ripped out of his back and he is NOT fond of needles. It's about to be a saw trap!

Thank you so so much for your interaction, it really makes my day/life and I'd love to hear more if you were interested!

[bellasredchevy]

the idea of a secret organization of insanely-beautiful vampire royalty who walk around in dramatic billowy robes and medieval gowns straight from the runway who live in a sprawling castle underneath the stunning mountaintop town of volterra nestled in the center of lush tuscany is theoretically like very sexy but unfortunately chris weitz felt it appropriate to cast the three greasiest looking people on the face of the planet as the volturi kings (save for demetri and heidi, the guard is no better) which is disappointing because they’re literally described as greek gods in the books like i’d love to call myself a volturi fucker i really would but these mf’s

just ain’t doin it for me i’m sorry

[volterran-wine]

Caius the artist, headcanons

At some point a couple of months ago, in every Volturi fanfic I read; Caius was depicted as an artist. And this was such a common thing I thought for sure this had to be hinted at in canon... somewhere. But no. The fandom collectively decided Caius is an artist and pretty much decorated all of Volterra and it stuck. I ate that shit up. And as a bit of a pretentious art nerd and artist myself, I had to write these headcanons about our dear king with a love for art. 

Headcanons below because this might get long.

Caius’ true passion for the arts started after his encounter with the children of the moon.

I always imagined that Caius got proper beat up and barely escaped with his life. When he was dragged home to Volterra it was with quite a few injuries that put him out of commission for a bit. 

Now you can only pass so much time planning how to annihilate an entire species when you don't have to sleep so Caius was growing bored, restless and irritable

I imagine that at everyone’s behest Aro tried his best to find a new hobby for his brother. His efforts resulted in art supplies mysteriously appearing in Caius’ quarters one morning. 

Caius was not amused.

After spending a good couple of hours simply ignoring the supplies he did decide to give it a try. There was nothing else to do either way.

Art ended up being one of the greatest loves of his immortal life. 

Anyone who has ever seriously tried to paint knows how chaotic it can be. The sheer amount of stress and emotion that goes into it is purely unique. I think Caius would find great enjoyment in mastering the skill.

He has multiple art rooms that house his various artworks, half of the Palazzo’s art collection is Caius but is marked as anonymous. 

He is partial to highly detailed landscapes and portraits. There is a fascination for motives that depict beautiful, haunting and macabre things in life.

There is an entire wall dedicated to paintings of the Volturi’s victories through the years. Also there is multiple works depicting him hunting down children of the moon. 

While mastering various mediums over the years such as charcoal, watercolor, sculpting and drawing; he has a soft spot for oils. 

Nobody gets to go into his art studio without his strict permission. Aro and Marcus have been in there a total of 10 times. 

Has probably had artistic beef with a multitude of human artists that have been heralded as geniuses through the ages. 

These days Caius paints at a much more leisurely pace, ever trying to perfect his techniques. 

Yes, he would paint his mate with the uttermost care, passion and love. Those paintings are reserved for his and his mate’s eyes only. 

Bonus: While usually being able to respect all art forms, and growing a certain admiration for modern art. He still gets the urge to pull his hair out whenever he sees a photo of that banana duct-taped to a wall (an art installation by Italian artist Maurizio Cattelan that sold for 120k dollars).

That... ended up longer than I intended? Yet I have more thoughts about this. Part 2? any requests? 

[igotathingforvampires]

Anon Ask | Caius Volturi x F!Witch Reader: Punishments

Canon Divergent Dora is true mated to Renata because I <3 Renata Fight Me

Reader is a Witch.

You are a human. Who managed because of a latent heritage of being a Witch to wander past Heidi into the Throne Room thinking it’s a tour.

You’re not stupid, you walk right in and get near the dais and look around and realize that this is not just a tour.

Sighing, you glance around and face palm. “Ahhhhhh Fuck My Life.”

The Kings of Volterra are eyeing you with amusement.

You sigh, and glare UP at the throne of a very, very gorgeous almost elfin, platinum haired King who’s GLARING back at you with a raised brow and a scowl.

“So ah do I get to pick who offs me?”

All vampires just PAUSE.

“Because okay, if I’m gonna die.” You point at Caius. “That one. You. You’ve got dibs Sir.”

Caius is Shooketh.

This little human has got some guts.

He hates humans. HATES humans.

So why when he snatches you up and you just look at him with those big eyes, and a small smile “just make it quick hm?”

You wait, eyes closed.

Caius pauses, growling and suddenly NOPE you’re picked up and ZOOM.

Aro: The fuck just happened?

You’re tucked away in his inner sanctuary of his rooms, sat down on a chair. “Sit RIGHT here human. If you move I shall be displeased, you won’t like what happens if you make me angry.”

“Uhhhhhh kay.”

Caius goes and feeds and after he sits amongst his brothers. “I’m keeping it.” He growls

Turns out he can keep you because you’re not human! YAY!

“So am I like a bunny.”

“Less than a Rabbit you’re human.” Caius would growl at you.

“Mmmkay.”

How things Go:

You are the chillest bitch to ever chill. Life has not been great, in fact it’s been a horror show, Aro of course sees this and he scolds Caius for treating you like a piece of furniture rather than a person.

Aro knows you’re just feeling Caius out, watching because there are moments— the very few moments— when he is oh so gentle.

You shiver, a blanket is flung at your face. “My luck you’d catch pneumonia.”

Your tummy rumbles, the chef brings a five star meal. “I don’t need you dying.”

You’re bored, suddenly you’re in front of the TV and given access to ALL the shows. “You’re being a pest.”

Aro also knows your temper is starting to appear the more Caius pushes you away.

Caius isn’t sure what to even do with you— he is FEELING things, things he’s never even felt with Dora. And Dora is berating him alongside Marcus for being an utter nitwit.

“Cai for all your brilliance for strategy you’re an idiot in romance.” Dora says.

He knows it’s true. He’s an asshole.

And angry.

All the time. But when you’re around he’s not angry anymore.

But at one point you’re still fidgeting with your hands. “What is the problem now.”

“Ah…well…” you fidget some more, “c-can I have some water colors?”

Caius freezes. “You paint?” He seems curious.

You nod. “I do digital art but I like canvas art too!” You show him your phone of photoshop collages, watercolor, digital paintings and such.

“You do this on a computer?” He tilts his head. He hates technology. So seeing that one can create art this way is astounding to him.

“Yeah I had to sell my iPad a while ago so sadly I can’t do much right now but if I have some water colors that would be a good start!” You bounce on your feet.

You have the a massive iMac, a Wacom Cintiq 24”, an entire selection of Derwent colors and crazy amounts of canvases and anything else you might need that an artist can think of.

Caius is utterly stunned when you tackle him and kiss his cheek thanking him.

His heart explodes into confetti.

Art is how Caius communicates his gentler side. His art is beautiful, evoking deep emotions, and his hand is gentle and fluid enough in motion to capture even the most minute details.

You both grow exceptionally close, till Marcus one day pulls him aside to inform him of the Mate Bond that is between you two.

The Kiss:

You’re modeling for Caius, it’s a random request and you feel utterly embarrassed dressed in flowing robes and sprawled on a chaise lounge half hanging off, your hair spilling onto the marble floor.

You can’t quite help but notice how his gaze is pitch black and devouring you.

“M-Master Caius?”

“Caius.” He grumbles.

“Huh?”

“I think it’s about time you can call me Caius y/n.”

He can hear your heart thump an erratic beat as magic swirls in your eyes. It’s slowly been coming back to you, being cared for, like a plant long neglected, your magic has begun to grow under the tender albeit aloof care of the vampire King you’re so utterly in love with.

But you know it’s silly, there’s no way it’d work—

He’s suddenly next to you, hovering nose to nose, pulling you towards him, “you consume me.”

It’s the last thing he says for a long while as you both end up staying on that lounge for a— ahem lengthy amount of time.

Punishments:

Caius is a sadist.

But he’s a loving sadist.

He has so many kinks he doesn’t know what to do with them. And luckily for him— surprise surprise you’re kinky too.

But you tend to be mouthy. And Caius does not like when he is disobeyed. “Be a good pet and go sit.”

“But—“

“1.”

When Aro counts it’s for orgasms.

When Caius counts it’s for paddling or the crop.

Or it’s for forced orgasms and overstimulation.

The dynamic between you is quite lovely, boundaries are discussed whenever needed, although Caius can come across as gruff and uncaring, at one point during punishment play you had said your safe word rather quickly, and everything stopped. Oils, bath, rub down, talks, blankets, snuggles, and so many kisses to the forehead. “Bunny, oh my little bunny what happened?”

As someone who does not cry.

Ever.

Aro has attested to this.

It astounds Caius that you’d trust him enough to do so.

He realizes that he’s earned a trust that has not been earned by anyone in a long long time, knowing that feeling, he would never break it by overdoing things or going past your boundaries.

Punishments are talked out. Explained. Rules are fairly discussed and you ALWAYS have a say in vetoing or staying off for another day.

If it’s a topic that has yet to be discussed it is tabled, and discussed for what an appropriate response should be.

Punishments include:

Caning

Paddle

Crop (your favorite)

Being suspended and teased.

Leashed. Yes he will have you walk behind him with a leash and collar. And yes he will sit in the Library with you on a leash and your head in his lap. “Good Bunny.”

You are a very good bunny.

Caius has only had only lost his temper with you once. And never will again.

It was due to negligence on your part, you had disobeyed him when it was imperative for you to listen, not aware of the danger of a local coven’s very out of control member. “But Cai why—“

They had heard your blood sing to them.

Caius had torn the individual to pieces in a fit of utter rage before turning on you with a shout, “I told you NEVER to disobey me.” he roared at you, the energy coming off him practically feral as his eyes were murderous.

Seeing you shrink back; the fear in your gaze at him almost broke his heart when the dread kicked in as to what he had done. He had frightened you.

He was supposed to be your comfort and safety.

of course you wouldn't understand vampire's ways of doing things.

or what a singer was...you were a witch...

But before he could even think to reach for you...

You had fled.

Hidden away in Dora’s rooms you tucked yourself away in her bathroom in the tub with a blanket curled up and wept.

Dora and Sulpricia beat the shit out of Caius.

He had sat outside the door pleading with you for hours.

He knew he had utterly fucked up.

He had a horrid temper, he knew it, and the idea of you being drained dry right in front of him had been far too much for him to think of. “Y/n please talk to me. I'm so sorry please forgive me.”

You had unlocked the door with magic…. And he had merely crawled into the tub with you, curled around you underneath the blanket and held you while you cried into him and smacked at his chest. “Don’t do that ever again!!!”

“I know, I know bunny I know. Never again. I'm a bastard I know.”

You calmed down and glared at him.

“Would you like to delve out a punishment?”

You blinked, confused and then realized what he was offering.

“Yes.”

And that is how you ended up quite happy with your vampire begrudgingly, and amused sitting at your feet in your shared rooms with GOOD BOY on a thick leather collar.

Turns out Caius likes being punished too.

“Also a masochist hm?” You laugh at him and grip him by his hair.

“So it seems.” He muses kissing your knee and nudging your legs apart. “But the reward is worth it isn’t it bunny?”

[americancowgirl19]

Puppet Master

Summary: Riley Biers, king from the shadows.

Warnings: angst, fluff, vampire mob shit

Reader: Female Vampire Reader

Pairings: Riley Biers x Female Vampire Reader

Word Count: 2,310

A/n: @fyeahtaylorp

Masterlist

“And what do we have here?” Aro questions, tilting his head as Felix forces the vampire he, Demetri, Jane and Alec brought back from America.

“This is one of the two vampires responsible for the newborn army in the Cullen territory, Master.” Jane tells him. “The other was torn apart and burned.”

Aro steps forward and places his hands on the American vampire. He struggles but is unable to escape Felix’s grip. Aro reads his mind. He sees his life, his death and his ‘resurrection’. He pays particular attention to the part in his memories where the Cullen boy, Edward, told the guards about this boy being his daughters mate.

“I see,” Aro whispers, pulling from him. As far as he could tell this vampire had no ability other than the fact that he is easily manipulated. For millenniums he had hoped that when his daughter finds her match they would be as useful as she is. The fact that he’s one step away from being useless is a disappointment.

His first instinct is to kill Riley before his beloved daughter ever finds him. Then, perhaps, he could find a suitable match and have Chelsea bond them together. Unfortunately, for him, the plan is just a passing thought as not even two seconds later the woman in question struts into the room.

Riley instantly senses you. He struggles even more in Felix’s grip until he can see you. Even though you’re barely in the corner of his eye, it’s enough to settle him.

“I wasn’t informed a trial was in session,” You state, your voice sounding as smooth as honey. Riley craved to hear it once more.

“Ah, my darling,” Aro greets, smiling brightly at you. You return the smile, albeit a more reserved one, as you walk to his side. “They have just returned from their mission and brought back the one responsible for all the trouble,”

“I see that,” You mutter, your eyes not sparing your friends a single glance. You stare at the kneeling man as he stares back at you. “Have you come to a verdict?” You question. Aro’s calculating eyes stare are you.

“He created a newborn army, caused quite the eruption.” Aro tells you. Your head turns to him. It only takes one look for you to catch onto what was going on.

You love your father as he loves you. The two of you worked hard to build this coven. As much as you loved him, you weren’t naïve. You knew your father’s thirst for power. You knew he would do anything to gain an inch, even if it meant hurting the ones he claimed to love.

You also knew him like the back of your hand. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking. Even if it had only been a few minutes since you walked into the room, you could already sense the tie binding you to this new vampire. A tie that Aro knew about. You assume, by the look in Aro’s eyes, that this vampire has no ability to please Aro.

Only vampires that were useful to Aro’s ultimate plan survived breaking the law. The only reason he’s still alive is because of the connecting tie to you. Still, you knew that wouldn’t have been enough to save him had you not arrived. 

“Well, I’ve been paying attention to the human news. I haven’t seen a single report about some demonic creature tearing apart a city in America. That means the vampire secret is still a secret.” You tell him. Aro’s lips tighten, his eyes trained on you.

You walk toward the kneeling vampire, unable to help yourself you comb your fingers through his hair enjoying how his eyes close briefly to enjoy the contact. You don’t stop walking, you pace around Felix as you continue with your second point.

“Has he had any dealings with the Children of the Moon?” You question. 

Aro shakes his head hesitantly. A pleased, yet cocky, grin lifts across your face.

 “He hasn’t exposed our secret to any human, unlike your precious Edward Cullen. He also hasn’t hunted in Volterra, that I’m certain of.” You mutter, knowing that your friends had brought him straight to the castle. “He hasn’t been a false witness to any other crime. Any immortal children?” You ask, your eyes glancing to your father as you pause by the twins.

“No,” Aro says lowly. You stare into your father’s eyes wonder if he wanted you to continue or if he was done pretending to be in charge. He remains silent prompting you to continue.

“Yes, he has caused some attention with his hunting habits,” You concede. You slowly move back toward Aro. “and yes his newborns made a mess of things. However, all the newborns are now gone and his hunting's in the future will be more... discrete,” You promise him.

“The Volturi do not offer second chances,” Caius growls from his throne. Your eyes roll as you turn toward him.

“Oh, do shut up Caius or I will have you punished for the town you drained in 1305,” You snapped, glaring at him. You and Caius spend a few moments staring each other down. A stare down you inevitably win. A small surge of pride runs through you when Caius averts his gaze.

Turning your gaze, you look back at your father. You continue to step closer to him until your just about toe-to-toe. You’re posture is relaxed but your gaze is challenging. You dare him to go against you.

“So, let me get this straight you want to kill him for a law that has been broken by everyone in this castle at least once?” You ask. “I just don’t see how that’s necessary,” You hum.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Aro states.

“Perhaps,” You hum condescendingly. “Felix, let him go.” You order. The brutish vampire releases Riley. You hold your hand out as you continue to stare at your father. Riley looks around him as he slowly stands up. Slowly, he takes your hand. “Though, is suppose to make up for his transgressions he can have a place on the guard,”

“A marvelous idea,” Aro nods. You hum, taking your gaze off of him. You send a smirk to Caius before pulling Riley out of the room.

“What’s going on?” Riley askes you quietly. You don’t answer.

You take him to your part of the castle and into your private quarters. It’s one of the largest rooms in the castle. It certainly impresses Riley.

“Make yourself at home,” You tell him, closing the door behind the pair of you. Riley turns to you after observing the room.

“What the fuck is going on?” Riley asks.

“Before I tell you my story,” You say taking a seat by the table. “Why don’t you tell me yours? It’ll be easier that way,”

You waited for Riley to begin. You understood his hesitance. When he did begin, you soaked up every detail. You managed to bite back multiple growls at every mention of this bitch Victoria. You didn’t know whether to be happy or annoyed that she’s already dead. You honestly would have liked the pleasure of killing her yourself.

“Well, I can tell you for certain that Edward was right. Victoria was using you. She wasn’t your mate.” Riley sits down in the adjacent seat.  “You weren’t anything more than a means to an end,” You tell him.

“What is this place?” He asks, looking at you. “What am I doing here?”

“This is Volterra, Italy. You are in the Volturi castle. We are the strongest and largest coven of vampires. The vampire world, like the humans, have laws. We’re the coven that enforces them.”

“And I broke your laws,” Riley states.

“Some minor ones,” You shrug. “You did nothing that nobody else in this coven has done,” You assure him. Riley frowns his eyebrows and you sigh. “Think of us as... the vampiric mob.” You smirk. With that explanation, everything starts to click for Riley. “Every vampire here serves a purpose because every vampire here - well, almost every vampire has some sort of ability. Like Edward with the mind reading and Jane with the torture,” Riley nods keeping up with you so far. “If you have value to the coven, you live. If you don’t, you die.”

“And what is my value?” Riley asks. You press your lips together.

“I’m your true mate,” You tell him not wanting to beat around the bushes. “You’re still alive simply because I want you to be.” Riley’s eyes widen a fraction. 

“You’re my mate?” Riley whispers. You nod, gently holding his face in your hand.

“And I have waited for you for over three thousand years,” You tell him.

“You’re-... What?” Riley asks. You grin laughing at his astonished look.

“I had lost faith that you would come,” You whisper to him. “I figured after all the lives I took and destroyed that I wouldn’t ever find you. I figured you had lived a human life and died long ago without me ever knowing. I never believed I was worthy of you but here you are,” By the end your sentence you had moved even closer to him. “And I will destroy this entire coven, my father included, before I allow one of them to harm you.” You promise.

“Three thousand years?” Riley whispers. You laugh kissing his cheek.

“I hope you’re into older women,” You whisper in his ear before leaning back in your seat. Riley’s quick to grab your hand before you can withdraw from him completely. You smile, interlocking your fingers with his.

“You’re father’s in this coven?” Riley suddenly asks.

“Aro,” You tell him. “He can read every thought in your mind with a single touch,” You explain. Riley instantly pictures him. “He would have had you killed had I not shown up,” You mention.

“Can you read minds too?” He asks. You smirk.

“My gift’s a little deadlier than mere mind reading,” You tell him. Riley raises his eyebrows obviously wanting to know. “I can kill everyone in this castle at the same time without lifting a finger or blinking an eye,”

“How?”

“Molecular combustion,” You tell him. “I can speed up the molecules in your body until you just burst. I can do it so fast you won’t feel a thing or I can draw it out,” Riley winces. “So, as you can see, if I want something, I get it,” You wink at him.

“What do you do here?”

“Destroy problematic vampires,” You answer shortly. “My father, along with Marcus and Caius, run the coven. I’m not into politics or power all that much. I have enough to make me happy. I have more power sitting in the background than I would on the front lines,”

“How so?”

“Fear,” You smirk. “Everyone here is afraid of me, with good reason. I’ve killed some of my fathers prized possessions more than once. It’s why the twins make such an effort to befriend me. I’ve also sped up Caius’s molecular structure enough to cause severe pain for a month straight after he pissed me off one time. They can’t control me. They can rule the coven all they wish but if I want something all I have to do is take it. It brings me great joy to watch the oh so powerful Kings of Volterra shudder in fear at the sight of me and stand by helplessly while I take what I want. Stomping on their ego is always satisfying.”

“So, even though I have no power, I will be apart of this coven?” Riley asks.

“Yes,” You nod. Riley slowly smirks.

“And since you truly hold all the power, does that make me the second most powerful vampire?” Riley arches his eyebrows. You chuckle winking at him.

“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” Riley smirks broadly. “You spent the last year being that red headed whore’s puppet but now you’ll spend the rest of your immortal existence playing puppet master with the strongest coven, hell the entire vampiric race as your puppets” You tell him.

Riley imagines his future with this kind of power. You stand up and walk behind him. Your arms circle around him and rub his chest. Your head nuzzles into his neck, your teeth nipping at his marble skin.

“Anything you want, my love, I will be sure to give it to you,” You promise him.

“Your father is the king of Volterra... but if we control him then...” You hum biting his ear seductively. 

“You catch on quickly, my dear” You whisper to him. In a flash, you come in front of him and straddle his waist. His hands instantly grab your hips. “Rule from the shadows,” You tell him. “Wil Aro, Marcus and Caius as a front all opposers and enemies will target them instead of us,”

“Surely vampires know of your power, wouldn’t they be able to figure it out?” Riley asks.

“When I use my power, I never leave witnesses outside of this coven,” You tell him. “There are only three people outside of this coven that know of my power. Edward Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, and Alice Cullen. Should word spread, I made sure they knew what I would do to those they love,” Riley smirks holding you close to him.

“Rule from the shadows, all the power we want, all the benefits, hardly any risk,” Riley mutters.

“A major step up from small town Forks, don’t you think?” You ask, tilting your head.

“Well, I certainly didn’t think this is where I’d end up,” Riley admits before getting handsy with you. You smirk, dragging your nails down his chest. “Certainly glad I did though,”

“Ditto,” You whisper, pressing you lips to his unable to hold back any longer.

[volturicangetit]

F.V- One soul, two bodies

Summary: You come to Italy with Bella to save Edward. You didn’t expect to meet your mate there, though.

Reqeust: YES/no @bugmanor ( I can’t tag you :( idk why ) : Would you be able to do something with Felix Volturi and the prompts 10 and 11? Maybe the reader is Bella’s human sister and comes with her to save Edward, where she meets Felix, who realises she’s his mate? Thank you :))))

10. “Fuck me” “I might”

11. “I am one second away from losing my fucking shit”

Warnings: cussing

Wordcount: 2604

Sometimes, you thought that you're sister got the brains in the family. You could never compare to her grades and complex subjects seemed like child's play to her. But in moments like these, you knew that she got one, single brain cell. Edward had left Bella since it was too 'dangerous' for her to be around the Cullens. You were sure that she would be in more danger since it's a known fact under the Cullen's enemies that Bella and you know about their vampirism. And now Edward isn't here to keep Bella's impulsive self in check. But you kept your mouth shut since you knew better than to piss off a vampire. You'd rather not have a pair of fangs in your neck. You were there for Bella to pick her up and put her back together after Edward broke her. For months, you heard her painful cries and calmed her down after a nightmare. So when you heard that Edward wanted to expose himself because he thought that Bella was dead, you were pissed. You were even more pissed when Bella asked you to go to Italy with her to save him, but you complied.

So there you find yourself, running after your hysteric sister through a thick crowd in Italy. If a large number of red cloaks around you wasn't making you dizzy, it would be because the sun burning above you. Sun was new to you. In Forks, there was a collective ten days of sun a year, max. "Bella! Wait," you call after her in between heavy pants. You are close in her tail as you both run towards an open door, where Edward is lurking in the shadows. The loud clanging of the curch's bells egos through the square. Kind of ironic for there to be a church next to a castle full of vampires. Bella jumps over the small stone wall around the fountain and runs through it. You groan before following her through the water. You jump out of it on the other side, feeling the water squishing in your now soaked shoes. Bella jumps onto Edward and pulls him back right at the last second, saving him from public exposure. They both stumble back into the castle as Edward wraps his arms around Bella. You follow them into the castle and quickly close the door behind you, sealing Edward away from the sunlight. You can hear Edward and Bella exchanging some emotional words but you don't listen to them, more occupied with catching your breath. You lean against the cool wall with your back as you let your head fall back against it. The stone feels like ice cubes against your burning skin but in a good way. You are too caught up in calming yourself down that you don't notice the two men entering the hallway until Edward starts to talk to them. "I won't be needing your services after all, gentleman," Edward cool voice says.

You look up at the two men. One has slightly curly hair and is holding one hand behind his back while the other removes a cape, that they both are wearing, from his head. The other is terrifyingly tall. From his red eyes that keep staring at you to the muscles protruding from under his skin, everything about his screams danger. Yet something in you feels the need to run up to his and hug him. You quickly shake that feeling of you thought, because you're sure that he would rip you in half if you did that. "Aro wants to speak with you again," the tall man says without taking his eyes off you. Edward quickly looks at Bella before looking back at the men. "No rules were broken," Edward huffs.

"None the less, we should take this conversation to a more appropriate venue," the smaller man says. He has a slight accent, one that the taller man doesn't have. The giant finally takes his eyes off you and now looks at Edward and Bella who are clinging onto each other for dear life. You push yourself off the wall to stand up straight, whipping some of the dust of the back of your pants. "Fine," Edward says.

"Bella and Y/n, why don't you go enjoy the rest of the festival," he states. Bella looks at you with big eyes. You nod, walking towards Bella and grabbing ahold of her hand. "They come with us," the giant says darkly. His tone sends shivers down your spine and not the good ones. Edward shakes his head, pulling Bella back with him and accidentally pushing you of her. You stand there awkwardly. "No, you can go to hell,". You have to hold in a giggle. O, he'll go to hell alright.

As if on cue, Alice pushing open a door, breaking the lock while doing so. She takes her big sunglasses off. You recognize the pair, you bought them for her as a "thanks-for-putting-up-with-Bella's-ass-for-a-month" gift. She hasn't taken them off since. Her hands go of the rip the bright red shawl of her hair. "Come on guys," she says as she makes her way over to you. "It's a festival. You wouldn't want to make a scene.". The tall man glares daggers at her. You can almost feel his hatred towards the Cullens. "We wouldn't," he says through clenched teeth.

From behind him, you can see a small figure walking towards you. A pile of blond hair forms a bun at the back of her head, a bit of it sticking up and being visible from the front. She's wearing the same cloak as the two men are, just a smaller one. "Enough," she says coldly as she pulls the cloak off her head. What do these vampires have with putting stuff on their head? Edward quickly looks down, so does Alice. Bella looks at you with panic in her eyes to which you simply shrug. "Jane," Edward says quietly as he pulls Bella behind him a bit more. Him, Bella and Alice are all standing very close to each other while you are standing by yourself of to the side. The distance between you is impossible to go unnoticed to you. You wrap your arms around yourself as a form of comfort while you stare right into the blond girls' eyes. "Aro sent me to see what was taking so long.". Her voice sounds very nasally, almost like she has a cold. She glances between the two men who she is now standing in the middle of. Her short height only emphasises how tall the man who won't stop staring at you is. She quickly turns on her heels. Edward, Bella and Alice eclectically follow behind her. "Just do what she says," Alice says. You pass the two men as you follow behind your sisters. The tall man glances down at you. "Okay, creep," you say under your breath. The man's eyes grow big. Fuck, he could hear you. The tall man takes a couple of quick strides to catch up with Edward and push a red robe into his hands.

You all walk down the halls until there is a dark staircase going down, into which the blond girls go. This is how you are going to die. In a dark basement by vampire's who'll use you like you're a fucking Capri sun. "Don't be scared," you hear Edward says to Bella. Don't be scared. How the fuck are you not supposed to be scared when your socks and shoes are wet while you're in a creepy castle filled with human blood-drinking vampire. "Are you?" Bella says. "No,". The blond girl scoffs at this. Who do you already like these three vampires more than Edward even though they're the human killing ones? An elevator opens up. "I'm not going into that thing with them," you say as you stand still before the doors. You point at the three vampires who are now standing in the elevator along with Edward, Bella and Alice. "No offence, I just don't feel like going into a small room with five vampires.".

Alice steps out of the elevator and drags you into it. You struggle but your strength is nothing compared to her's. The doors close and you couldn't be more uncomfortable. The silence that hangs over you all and the fact that your socks and shoes are still soaked doesn't help with it either. The doors open again and you quickly walk out of the elevator. Jane walks past you to lead the way. You see a woman sitting at a desk. She says something in Italian, probably a greeting, but you can't understand what she says. She still has normal, human coloured eyes and her cheeks still have a blush to them. "Is she human?" Bella asks.

"Yes," Edward says. Jane turns another corner as you follow behind her. You can still feel the tall man's eyes staring into your skull. "Does she know?". You try to tune out of Bella and Edward's conversation. You don't care about if the women are human or not, you care about making it out of here with a beating heart. "She wants to be..." Bella trails off. "And so she will be," the men with the accents says. Them turning someone seems as unlikely as Bella making a smart decision since their hatred towards humans is very well known.

"For dessert," the blond says. O yeah, you're definitely going to die. She pushes two dark doors open, revealing a surprisingly light and clean room. On a plateau or three thrones seated, a man with long hair sitting in each. All have a different hair colour though. Carlisle told you about them. Aro, Marcus and Caius. "Sister," a boy who looks to be a bit younger than you says. "I send you out to get one and you bring back two. And two halves. Clever girl.". You scoff at his words. Almost nice to be treated you a half of a person. The raven-haired man stands up.

"What a happy surprise," he says with open arms. "Bella is alive after all.". He clasped his hands together in front of his chest. A creepy smile is glued onto his face as he looks over you all. Behind him is sitting a brunette, Marcus, who is staring at the wall sadly. You heard the story about his wife. You always have found it tragical. The blond, Caius, is looking at you with an angry face. He doesn't like having the Cullens or humans around him. "Isn't that wonderful," Aro says, dragging out every word a bit. He walks over to where you are standing. "I love a happy ending,". He grabs Edwards hand out of Bella's and looks up at his face. His gift, Carlisle also told you about that. "They are so rare," he says sadly. His comment is clearly pointed at Marcus who immediately looks down at his shoes. Aro looks over Edward at the tall man standing there.

"Un'anima in due corpi," he says he lets go of Edward's hand and rushes over to the men. It happens so fast that he is there in a flash. He grabs the tall man's hand as his eyes are focused on you. "Felix has found is mate," he says before rushing over to you. He tries to grab your hand but you shake your head and step back from him, clutching your hands over your chest. "I'd rather not have you touch me, thank you very much," you say in a polite tone. His smile grows a little.

"This one has manners," he says before shooting Bella a glare. "Roasted," you mumble under your breath as you quickly look over at Bella who’s cheeks are now red. Aro holds his hand out to you again. "Would you please be so kind?" he asks. You nod, slowly laying your hand in his. The moment your skin touches his, you can feel him entering your mind. It's a weird and fuzzy feeling. You can feel him scanning through your mind. He lets out a soft chuckle.

Aro lets go of your hand before he makes his way to his throne again, sitting down in it. "Can I please ask what mates are? Because I'm kind of in the dark here," you ask. Caius rolls his eyes and looks the other way, not wanting to be bothered by humans. A smile is now on Marcus's face as he at the invisible red line connecting you to Felix. "A soul split in half, divided over two bodies. You are meant to be," he says in a raspy voice. You nod and look at Bella with worry in your eyes. Apparently, the Swan's had something for vampires. "Cool, great," you say. "I'm sharing a soul with a vampire...Fuck me!" you exclaim.

"I might," you hear Felix say behind you. This was apparently the last straw for Edward, who now runs up to Felix and throws a punch at him. The man with the accent runs over to Alice and holds a hand around her throat to keep her in place as Felix and Edward fight. You know it's bad, but you are secretly rooting for Felix and hoping for him to hit Edward a couple of times as payback for how he made Bella feel. The fight goes so fast that you can't even comprehend what's happening until Felix has both hands around Edward's head who is now on his knees in front of the thrones. Bella is shaking and running her hands through her hands like a manic. Her mouth opens like a fish but no words come out. "Stop!" you yell.

You take a couple of step towards Felix and Edward. You can see Felix's grip on Edward loosening. "Let him go and I'll...I'll do 'mate' stuff with you. Okay? Just don't-don't hurt him," you say. You pluck at the hem of your shirt from the nerves. Felix looks at Aro who gives him a condescending nod. Felix lets Edward go and is in front of you in the blink of an eye. You look up at him. He is handsome and hot. And extremely terrifying. You gulp down your fears as you shot him a smile. "Listen, my shoes are soaking, I think I just had a minor heart attack and I think I just heard someone being murdered down the hall. Basically, I am one second away from losing my fucking shit so you better listen up.". Felix nods, bending down slightly to be more on your level. The action brings a soft smile to your face.

"I'll come with you and do what you want but if I find out that you hurt my sister or the Cullens I will kill you. I don't know how to do that yet but I'll find it our really soon.". Felix nods, mumbling a soft 'okay'. Aro's voice causes Felix to quickly stand beside you and straighten up.

"Felix, you and young Y/n can take some time to...get to know each other," Aro says. Felix grabs your hand softly and guides you out of the throne room after saying his thank you's. You shake as he starts to pull you along with him. Is he going to kill you? "Do you have clothes with you?" he asks. You shake your head quickly, not trusting your voice at the moment. He sighs before shooting you a smile. "Then we'll have to go shopping because you'll be living here from now on.". O God, what did you get yourself into?

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In Awe of You (Felix Volturi x Reader One-Shot)

Summary: Adjusting to becoming a newborn is tough, you're scared and every little emotion you have is dialed up to eleven. Luckily for you, a certain giant vampire is right there for you every step of the way - and has a fun surprise for you.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety with a big dose of Soft Fluff. 

Author’s note: I’ve had some anxiety and crappy things happening lately so I figured why not project that shit into my fantasy ideal way of dealing with that, so here it be! Queen of self-projecting, that is me.

Being a vampire was tougher than you thought it would be. Firstly, you didn't plan on becoming one so soon and against your will.

Secondly, all your emotions felt as if they were live wires. You were easy to set off. When you were excited you practically bounced off the walls, and when you were sad it crushed your soul completely, rendering you almost immobile. You were always an emotional person as a human, so it didn't surprise you too much when it carried over to your second life.

Today was one of your bad days though. Curled up in a ball in your living quarters, you were nestled up with a soft blanket and a book you'd been meaning to read for a while by the window.

A soft knock brought you away from your story. "Come in," you called out.

The door opened and in walked Felix. To your surprise, he wasn't wearing his usual Volturi robes and attire. Instead, he opted for a simple coat and trousers, which you had to admit he looked good; given that you’d only ever seen everyone wearing their medieval-esque robes and cloaks, the modern century attire took you by surprise.

"Afternoon Y/N," he greeted you, smiling widely as he saw how you were sitting. "Feeling comfy?"

If you could still blush, you would have. "More restless," you confessed. "Being cooped up all the time is making me feel antsy."

 “It isn’t easy being a Newborn,” he chuckled in reply. He approached where you sat and gestured with a hand to where you sat as if to say “May I?”

You scooted back on the couch you sat on to allow him some space. “I need to do something other than sitting around being cooped up here, Felix.”

 “Y/N, you know why,” he chided you, offering a sympathetic smile. “You’re still gaining control over your thirst.”

 “It wouldn’t even have to be around people,” you tried to argue your case but Felix’s sigh made your voice die down.

Watching your reaction, Felix frowned. “You would like to go out that bad, huh?”

Deflation turned into eagerness. You nodded your head excitedly. “Hell even if it’s the middle of nowhere, a forest -  the middle of Antarctica even! Just please, I need to get out at some point soon or I’m going to go crazy.”

Cutting your sentence off you put your head in your hands, gripping your hair at the roots in frustration. You felt Felix very gingerly put a hand on your back, making you let out a low growl in warning. All of your instincts were dialed up - part of you wanted to throttle Felix for touching you, but another part of you knew if you did you would immediately start sobbing.

In any other situation, Felix would have simply laughed at your dramatics. He’d seen you when you were goofing around. This time was different. He had a lot to learn about how humans functioned in the modern day; he’d heard of a lot of the younger generations having struggles with anxiety and other mental health issues but hadn’t ever met anyone who dealt with them personally. You were the first - the first quite frankly he gave a shit about - and he knew the circumstances of your turning only made it worse.

He withdrew his hand, standing up. “Come with me.”

You didn’t respond. You were statuesque, unable to will your limbs to move. You wanted to move, to relax but your muscles were locked in place.

Once again, you felt his hands on you just as gently as the first time; he was crouched before you now. Fingers brushed against your hands gripping your hair and you let out another growl, only this one sounded more like a kitten’s attempt at being scary. This time though he didn’t pull away; his hands were still on yours.

 “I have an idea that I think will make you feel better.” His voice was low but lacked the usual sardonic tone he typically used in conversation. It was soft; which again, threw you off. “I’m bending the rules a bit here and Caius will have a fit, but I think it’ll be good for you.”

You lowered your hands, slowly, eyeing him meekly. “What did you have in mind?” you asked quietly. Even in your anxious state, your curiosity was peaked.

A half-smile lit up his face, a pleased one. “There she is. Want to find out? You must come with me - there’ll be no humans where we’re going so no risks.”

Tempting. A day out with Felix. An against the rules outing with Felix, but an outing nonetheless.

What harm could there be?

You trusted Felix - after all, he was essentially your unofficial mentor throughout this newfound afterlife for you. He vouched for your life when Caius and Aro wanted you dead. A mere human who managed to evade hungry vampires during a feeding, aware of the immortals was asking for disaster. But, a few shared glances with Marcus and hushed whispers later, you found yourself writhing on the ground in pain. And as soon as you woke up, Felix was one of the first people you saw and he’s guided you since. There was no reason to not trust him.

So, you conceded, fully bringing your hands away from your hair and letting them fall limp into Felix’s.

He pulled you up and guided you out of the room, reaching for your jacket along the way which was discarded on an end table near your room’s door haphazardly along the way. Even with your anxieties, among the knots in your stomach was a small jolt of excitement building.

 “Are you sure this is safe?” 

 “Y/N, we’re vampires. Things like this can’t hurt us.”

Felix had taken you to what felt like the edge of the world. You’d left the ancient stone walls of Volterra and had followed Felix across the countryside and deep within the untouched Italian landscape. Now, you stood on a cliff, peering nervously down at the waves of water below.

 “Why are we here?” you asked, eyeing Felix curiously as the wind whipped your hair wildly around your face. 

 “We’re going cliff diving,” he replied cheerily, his smile widening into a grin as your eyes went wide.

 “I - are you sure? Cliff diving?” you squeaked.

He nodded and began taking a few steps back. “Tell you what - if you’re nervous I’ll go first and come back up, just to show you there’s nothing to fear.”

The grin on his face was pure, feral glee. Again, this man surprised you with how laidback he was outside of working for the Volturi.

Before you could open your mouth to respond, Felix had launched himself off the cliffside.

Shocked and scared you couldn’t help but scream as he went over the edge, descending quickly and out of eyeshot. “You’re a dick Felix!” you shouted. “How dare you scare me like that!”

You heard loud, raucous laughter from below. He heard you, so that meant he was okay. Good. Not like you were worried or anything.

Five minutes later, Felix appears again at your side completely drenched to the bone. Something about how exhilarated he was, the light in his eyes as he beamed at you with a cocky shit-eating grin sent a new jolt of nerves to your stomach.

If you were still alive, you swore your heart would have skipped a few beats at that moment.

 “See? No harm was done,” he reassured you, “now it’s your turn.”

And the anxiety was back.

Tentatively, you took a couple baby steps to the edge of the cliff. Everything you had been worried about bubbled to the surface - the fear you felt when you thought you were going to be killed by vampires, that same fear when Aro turned you, the heightened anxiety you’ve been feeling since you awoke as an immortal. 

 “One of the things I enjoy about doing this is the freedom of jumping and knowing nothing can hurt me,” Felix’s voice was right by your ear as he spoke. “I know you’ve had it rough. See this as a chance to vent your feelings. Scream, yell... let go Y/N.”

His last words to you came out in a low purr, convincing and oh so very enticing.

And you believed him.

Rocking back on your heels momentarily, briefly feeling your back hit his chest, you took that little leap of faith, letting out a loud scream as you did so. It was a scream of anger, pain, and defiance at the bullshit hand the universe played you and it served as your war cry as the air whipped your face as you descended below.

Unbeknown to you, Felix watched on with a softer smile than the cocky excited one he wore before. You wouldn’t let yourself be beaten by circumstance and quite simply, he was both proud and in awe of you.

[raven-black102]

I Wish I Could Fly

Requested by @rockis4ever : can you do a jasper x reader based on the song bullet by Hollywood undead

Warning: suicide

(Y/n)'s POV

Every since the Cullens left everything change for me. "So your just gonna leave?!" Bella yelled as I whine slightly at how loud she is. "Yes. I'm fucking done seeing Jasper! He's fucking gone and it your fucking fault that he left! It yours and Edward's fault that I had to pay for this shit!" I snarled at her then stopped as I felt the wave of dizziness hit me. "(Y/n)?!" Bella yelled as I calps on the floor.

Time Skip

"Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" Jasper asked as I layed in the hospital bed. "Why do you care? You left me remember. Now we both have to pay for the price." I said looking at him as he looks at me in pain. "I don't want you to be in pain anymore. I don't want to feel any pain anymore." I said as I slowly got up. "Stop." Jasper begged as I override the heart beat machine.

"Your not real. Why should it matter?" I asked as Jasper slowly went away. I removed the IV needle out my arm and removed all the other shit. I quickly went to the bathroom to change but was have a bit of trouble. "Come on." I mumbled as I finally manage to change and put on my shoes. Without hesitation I went to the window and opened it. "Good thing I'm on the first floor." I mumbled as I jump out and stumbled off.

Time Skip (few months later)

My legs are dangling off the edge/ The bottom of the bottle is my only friend/ I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone/ My legs are dangling off the edge/ A stomach full of pills didn't work again/ I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone

A small sigh escaped my lips as I sat on the edge of a tall building. "Please. Don't do this (Y/n)." Jasper begs as I trough another bottle of beer to the side where a pile of empty bottles. "Your not real." I mumbled as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

Gone too far and yeah I'm gone again/ It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends/ I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends/ Ones a bottle of pills, ones a bottle of Gin/ I'm twenty stories up, yeah I'm up at the top/ I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off/ Asphalt to me has never looked so soft/ I bet my momma found my letter, now shes calling the cops/ I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it/ 'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance/ Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent/ 'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is/ I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife/ But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice/ I never bought a suit before in my life/ But when you go to meet god, you know you wanna look nice

"Fuck." I mumbled as I heard police sirens from the distance causing me to look down my scarred arms. "Times almost up, I guess." I mumbled softly as I slowly got up.

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow/ Yeah I'll see you tomorrow

"(Y/n)?!" I heard as I look down to see Bella and Charlie looking up at me in complete fear. "Why did you guys have to come." I said softly as I look at them in pain.

My legs are dangling off the edge/ The bottom of the bottle is my only friend/ I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone/ My legs are dangling off the edge/ A stomach full of pills didn't work again/ I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone

"(Y/n)?!" I heard again as I saw the Cullens looking at me but no Jasper. "I'm sorry." I said softly as I felt so sick. "Just leave. Please." I begged as they look up at me in pain and regret.

We hit the sky, there goes the light/ No more sun, why's it always night/ When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream/ When you can't dream, well, whats life mean?/ We feel a little pity, but don't empathize/ The old are getting older, watch a young man die/ A Mother and a Son and someone you know/ Smile at each other and realize you don't/ You don't know what happened to that kid you raised/ What happened to the Father, who swore he'd stay?/ I didn't know 'cause you didn't say/ Now Momma feels guilt, yea Momma feels pain/ When you were young, you never thought you'd die/ Found that you could but too scared to try/ You looked in the mirror and you said goodbye/ Climb to the roof to see if you could fly

"(Y/n)! Please get out of the ledge!" I heard behind me as I turn around to see Jasper standing behind me a few feet away. "Why? So I can continued to feel more pain?" I said as I saw pain and desperation filled his face and eyes.

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow/Yeah I'll see you tomorrow

"You just used me. Why should I stay here? I don't won't to see you anymore. I don't want to think that I can't be with you anymore." I said as I moved back a little more without him noticing. "I was lying. It was the only way I though I could keep you safe." Jasper said as I look at him.

My legs are dangling off the edge/ The bottom of the bottle is my only friend/ I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone/ My legs are dangling off the edge/ A stomach full of pills didn't work again/ I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone

"Its too late. I'm too far gone. I love you Jasper." I said then step back. I closed my eyes as I felt the winds blow behind me. "(Y/n)!" I heard as everything turn black.

I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky/ Like a bird so high/ Oh I might just try/ I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky/ Like a bird so high/ Oh I might just try/ Oh I might just try

Third Person POV

"Noooooooo!" Jasper cried as he kneeled down in the ledge of the building. (Y/n) body layed below as a pool of blood grow under their head. "Why?! Why did you have to go?!" Jasper cried as venom blurred his vision yet no tears could fall.

"I should have been fast. I could have saved you." Jasper mumbled then took notice of the pile of empty bottle of beer and pills. "I'm so sorry Jasper." Alice said as she appeared next to him. "I didn't save them." Jasper cried holding Alice as she quickly guild Jasper out before the police come up.

"Its not your fault." Alice said softly already seeing Jasper decision in the future. "They wouldn't want you to die." Alice quickly said as Jasper started to feel nothing. Not even his gift seems to work or sense anybody emotions.

Time Skip

"Ah? What can we do for you Major Whitlock." Aro asked as Jasper walks into the throne room. Jasper stayed silent as Marcus could already tell just by the look on Jaspers face. Aro took Jaspers hand then slowly frowns. "(Y/n)'s gone." Aro said softly causing everyone in the room to tense up.

"What?!" Caius yelled in anger and sadness at the though of it. "They jumped off a building. Even if I saved them from jumping. They would have still died by a drug overdose and/or alcohol poisoning." Jasper said plainly as Aro frowns. "You could be of used to us." Aro tried to convince Jasper. "I've already made my decision." Jasper said causing Aro to sigh as he looks at both Marcus and Caius.

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It's 3 AM but I am in Alitia brain mode so here's some Alitia fun fact shit

- Minerva's hair was black when she was born. When she gets angry, the edges of her hair catch fire, and the magic of her magic naturally dyed the edges of her hair red over time.

- Minerva's surname was Ardent until she was 16.

- Fromir gets a boyfriend in Crown of Ash after coming out as bisexual.

- Carys starts out as the shortest member of the Second Camaraderie, but she gets a huge growth spurt that puts her on the taller side.

- Minerva is the oldest of three children.

- Mina has a girlfriend. She's a witch at Sacred Heart.

- Nebula has hidden her true identity using her illusion magic before. She's played this prank on Fromir before while disguising herself as Minerva.

- Why Minerva? Fromir was scared shitless of her when he first joined the Starlight Camaraderie his freshman year.

- Fromir's boyfriend definitely takes advantage of this and joins in on the prank.

- Tanith's real birthday is unknown, so her birthday is celebrated in December when Zylphia first adopted her.

- Cessair is part fish. This fish half is based around the Pumpkin Fish, a common pet on her home planet.

- Luce swears the most out of the girls in the Second Camaraderie. She's not overly vulgar, but it's enough to beat her only competition (S.M.).

- Caius can scare many people by sneaking up on them. However, the other members of the Starlight Camaraderie have always been immune to this aside from Fromir and Dawn.

- Altina keeps her hair long since she lets Minerva play with it. Her long hair is highly impractical given how many giant weapons she swings around, but Minerva can't keep her hair long due to the fire thing, so Altina keeps hers long for her girlfriend.

- Minerva is immune to her own fire hair, but other people are not. That's the primary reason it's cut short.

- Zylphia doesn't like kids. At all. She's terrible at taking care of them and refuses to be around any child younger than six.

- Jin, on the other hand, loves kids! He's loved by all the local children.

- Jin's magic allows him to capture the attention and affection of everyone around him, but Zylphia is immune to it for unknown reasons.

- Dawn can cast minor fire charms Minerva taught her, though light magic is still her specialty.

- Minerva was almost a student at Sierra.

- Lewith taught Luce archery after the Thanatos War. Luce is working on making light arrows from magic as a next step.

- Anneliese had a crush on Iris when they were kids. Iris, being Iris, was too stupid to notice.

- Sophia regularly makes flower crowns for her friends. With her life magic, she can ensure the flowers never die.

- S.M. uses gauntlets every once in a while. She infuses them with fire magic to burn her foes.

- After the Thanatos War, Sylvia stayed awake for days since she didn't think she could be tired again. She was sorely mistaken.

- Helena's hair color isn't natural. Her hair is brown normally, but she dyes it to be magenta.

That's enough random facts for one info dump okay goodnight

[ask-marc-anthony]

Marc-Anthony Origins Part 1

I’m not exactly sure where to start in this ever long, twisting hellish corridor that I can comfortably call my life. Hell, I don’t know if anyone will even believe me because it seems like something out of a Stefan King novel. But, you’re here and I’m here, ready to tell my not so cute little fairytale. Anyways, here goes. To start off my name is Marc-Anthony. If I look familiar, you probably have seen my dad or at least have heard of him. The infamous Caius Volturi. A vampire who ruthlessly hunted down the children of the moon simply because he was almost bested by one. A man who’s looks supposedly could swoon even the most loyal of hearts to commit adultery. A sadistic, unforgiving king of the secret society of vampires.

Well, I’m his offspring. No, no, darling Athenodora isn’t my biological mother, though, I wouldn’t mind if she was. How anything so beautifully angelic like her could be with such a disgusting form of a man like my DNA donor is beyond comprehensible. But, love is silly like that, no? One cannot help the chemical reaction our brain fires off when we fall head over heels for someone.

I’m getting sidetracked here. I’ll speak more about those two in a bit, first I need to back up my story a bit because right now it looks as though you are staring at me in disbelief that the man who personally wanted the cullens to die for the very same act, could even have a hybrid. Now, let me just state that you are hearing this story from a person who possibly couldn’t know these things for I was not born when all of this went down. Instead you are hearing what I've collected my entire life through a series of stories from the coven I have been legally held prison in.

Let's start from before I was even conceived. My mother. I don’t know her name. Mom. Mommy. Mum. Madre. Whatever. She was a modern woman with a love for history. At the same time she loved all things science and art. She was apparently very forward and believed in equality for all. Just started her second year in college studying abroad in - you guessed it- Italy. Tuscany. Volterra of all places.

So, the story goes something like….

~*~*~

“Camera?”

“Check.”

“Wallet?”

“Check.”

“Pepper spray? Taser?”

“Oh my lort. You worry too much.” a short woman who looked no older than nineteen with long raven waves spilling all around her pale, chubby frame chirped, turning towards her brother. Her green irises only amplified by her overall appearance dazzled with a glint of playful mischievousness to them as they gazed at her older brother who returned the same mischievous grin to his younger sister. Unlike his little sister, the brother was tall, in perfect shape, with messy auburn hair and a constant five o'clock shadow. His complexion was slightly darker due to his time spent under the unforgiving rays of the sun. They only similarity between them was their emerald orbs that could charm even the most wildest of beasts.

With a lazy shrug of the older brother's shoulders, he spoke. “One can never be too careful. Especially with all these missing people in Italy. Tourist. And b’sides we are the only family we got in this world.” The raven-haired girl stuck out a lower lip, her shoulders slumped slightly, gazing off to the side to focus on anything else but him. He was right. They had no family to speak of other than each other. They never knew their parents. Left on the doorstep of a church. Classic. They grew up together dodging yardsticks, holy water and confinement time and when the church had enough, they were thrown out onto the streets. Her brother says he remembers their parents. He never spoke highly of them. “It was like two trashbags who decided to have children despite their inability to care about anyone else but themselves.”

“I know, Remy. Look I’ll be safe. We always land on our feet, yeah?”

“Damn right we do, Pepper. Now, let us keep going down the checklist. “Taser?”

“Oh my goood.” With that, the siblings worked side by side going through Peppers bags to make sure she had everything she needed for her year away from home. Remy would be lying if he said he wasn’t going to miss her. But, damned if he wasn’t proud of the accomplishments she achieved. Even if she didn’t see it. He did. From what they came from, she had damn sure surpassed him and every stereotype about orphans. He couldn’t say the same for himself. But, that was a story for another time. It didn’t bother him too much. His best friend loved him and he never missed a meal. Not too bad of a life. Right?

A week later, Remy awoke to the smell of pancakes. A smell he and his sister had the same kind of love for. Running a calloused hand through knotted auburn hair, the male pushed his frame from his bed, covers crumpling to the floor. Squinted green irises gazed through the illuminated house as he made his way to the heavenly smell.

“Mooooorning sleepy head! I made breakfast!” Pepper was in an excited mood for sure. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be up this early. She was the one who valued sleep. Too much sleep even. The kind of person who would wake up and go into the living room to take a nap immediately after.

“It is four-thirty in the morning..” Remy retorted in a groggy tone taking a seat at the small kitchen table. His sister placing down a cup of joe next to him. Elbows resting upon the table, his cheek against his knuckles, the elder brother fought to stay awake. “Didn’t get much sleep. Was up half the night tossing and turning-”

“And the other half playing games with your friends?” The younger of the two added without skipping a beat. Hard not to hear him when their team won an online game. Remy’s face flushed in embarrassment at being called out on his actions his free hand reaching out to grasp the ceramic cup’s handle, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. It was evident on the brother's face that he was nervous about his sister being overseas for an entire year. With limited money, he couldn’t exactly just come and see her.. And then there was the criminal background that prevented him from crossing the borders so easily. “Everything will be okay. I’ll keep in touch. I’ll call you as much as I can. This year will fly by so fast, you’ll want me back out of the house when I returned. It’ll be like I never left.” Remy smiled into his cup, forgoing breakfast she made for now. His stomach was in knots and he feared that if he attempted to put anything in him, that it would end up coming back out. Instead, he just nursed his cup of much-needed energy while his sister sat across from him seemingly vibrating in her seat as she excitedly talked about all the places she wanted to visit while she was there; Pancake particles flying out of her mouth and onto the table.

The drive there seemed too short since there were minimal cars on the freeway. Each streetlamp illuminating the car for the briefest of moments which was perfect for Pepper since she was going through her ‘list of things to get, do and finish before this semester.’ Pepper was always high strung about the littlest things. She needed to have a plan before any action was taken. Remy was only like that when it came to gigs, otherwise, it was more go with the flow for him which of course caused friction between the two at times.  So, it was no surprise that she had a plan for each and every move before she had even stepped foot on the new land.

“Alright.. Try to call me at least once a month. If not more. I know school is busy but, without me being in the same area as you.. It’s-” Remy was cut off abruptly by a little frame throwing herself on him giving one of the biggest hugs he had ever received. His eyes stung as he returned his little sister's hug with his own. He didn’t want to let go. But, he knew she had a flight to catch.

“I will call you as much as I can. Don’t worry. Like I said, this year will fly by so fast.” Pale fingertips pressed into soft cheeks as white teeth flashed a playful grin at the auburn-haired male. “Try to remember how I look now because I’ll look waaay different when I come back!”

“Pep.. you’ve looked the same for the last five years.”

“Shut up. Butt munch. I love you. I’ll call you when I get settled in. I promise. Now, promise me you’ll stay out of trouble and you’ll take care of yourself. Okay?” Pepper scolded the other like a mother would her child, pressing one fist to her hip, her other arm outstretched accompanied by an index finger that pointed directly at him.

Lifting his hands defensively, returning her grin with his own shit-eating one his voice chuckled out. “Look, I can promise the last part, but the first part is asking too much of me. You know I am a troublemaker. Or at least trouble always seems to find me.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I love you too, Pepper. I’ll talk to you when you land and I’ll see you in a year.”

“Bye brother~” Pepper sang as she turned on her heel bouncing off in the direction of TSA.

“No, goodbye makes it sound like I’ll never see you again. It’s see you later.” Remy called out at the bouncing figure who placed her bags onto the X-ray machine. Before she boarded the plane Pepper glanced over her shoulder back at her best friend, flashing him one last smile and giving him one last wave before disappearing into the hall that connected to the plane. Remy couldn’t help but notice how the little girl before him seemed to grow into a woman in a blink of an eye. Returning a wave, his heart hurt and a tear finally escaped out of his eye, sliding down his cheek. “See you in a year, kiddo..” he sighed, taking a seat and watching the plane take off into the nighttime sky. If only he knew that this would be the last time he had ever seen her..

[cherrytart-ffxiv]

all i want is you. (part 1.)

[[ Content warning for general adult themes, body horror, self harm, blood, and stalking. ]]

“She BELONGS to me!” Alfie had bellowed in the wake of his latest rage, gripping a broken bottle in his hand while the blonde Miqo’te cast his mismatched eyes down at the marble floors, covered in broken glass. 

“You mean to tell me you can’t find her?” Suddenly, the Elezen was in Zimmy’s face, and he was forced to look up at his employer. “Have you overturned every city-state and every slum in it? Looked through every nook and cranny? Have you gone across to the sea to Hingashi and Doma to see if she’s run home to her daddy?! Or maybe her Garlean boytoy smuggled her into a Garlean territory. Have you really looked everywhere?” 

“Sir, we-- we been checkin’ every airship landing and takeoff, checkin’ with everyone who knows her to see if she’s come by-- We’re doin’ our best, sir! But you know how these things fuckin’-- fuckin’ work, sometimes. The girls get tired of it and they disappear off the map, probably right into the arms of some social worker. We should be more worried that she ran off to one of those fuckin’ organizations that try to bust places like ours! We could lose everything--”

THWAP!

Zimmy howled and fell to his knees as Alfie’s cane cracked against his skull, both hands lifting to stem the sudden flow of blood. Through the current of crimson and tears of pain that had sprung into his eyes, he looked up at the Elezen. He appeared like a man possessed, lifting another vase and slinging it at the wall as he howled.

“She doesn’t get to just leave, you worthless, miserable sack of shit! Don’t you see? We have lost everything. I have lost... everything! Do not come to my doorstep until you have her with you-- or next time... Next time...” 

Alfie crouched in front of the quivering Miqo’te, icy eyes aflame and wild. 

“Next time you come here without her,” he whispered, “I’ll kill you.”

He could smell her blood. He could hear her heartbeat. He knew the way her flesh tasted and every strand of hair left behind in a comb were secret treasures that he hoarded beneath his bed, locked away with the sketches that her mother had done of her as a child. So why was it, now, that she evaded him so easily?

Alfie stood in front of where her apartment door ought to have been, breathing through his nose. All he could see was smooth wall with the same cherry red wallpaper as the rest of the hallway, the little golden flora mocking him as it glinted in the flickering overhead light. His knuckles ached, bloodied and bruised, from beating into the wall, but it didn’t even show signs of caving in response to his pummeling. 

Wards. Strong wards, hiding her away from her rightful owner. 

How dare they? 

“Audrey!” he roared, repeatedly slamming his palms and fists against the wall. “Audrey, you better fucking come out here! I swear, I’ll slit your pretty throat if you avoid me for another fucking MINUTE! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! You dumb bitch! How dare you do this to me?! I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you myself!” 

Suddenly, the air was cold in front of the wall, much colder than it ought to have been. In the Elezen’s ears, he swore he could hear voices behind it. He wanted to decimate it. The gold handle of his cane slammed repeatedly into the drywall as he screamed his frustration, and suddenly, it felt like he was being enveloped by ice. A chill went down his spine, and he felt breath on his neck. The man whipped around and found himself face-to-face with something fresh from a nightmare, his own scent of roses overpowered by that of burning, of singed flesh and fabric and hair. 

A boy no older than Audrey herself stared back at him, but he hovered, translucent, above the carpet. There was a horrific hole in his cheek, showing his muscle, bones, teeth... Eyes burned like ceruleum behind cracked glasses, lips curling back and parting to reveal a mouth full of fangs. The world seemed to slow, and overhead, there was a scream that Alfie had a feeling was not of this world as the lights sparked and then cracked, flooding the hallway in darkness. The ghost himself was all that glowed, blue and green and red. There were shadows against the wall, tiny, dancing creatures with long teeth and long hair and claws that they clicked together. 

“Leave this place!” the figure howled, his voice layered and layered upon itself, though Alfie had a feeling it was only he that could hear it. Heart thumping so hard it threatened to punch out of his chest, Alfie lifted his cane and swept it viciously at the ghost before shoving off of the wall. His limp hindered him as he ran, and he could feel the ghost fast approaching.

Laughter echoed in the halls, eerie and unnatural, the cold grip of hands tightening around his legs to make him trip over himself. The walls trembled, swelled and deflated, as if trying to suck him in. As he scrambled to his feet in a cold sweat, the carpet beneath his feet shook, and he went toppling forward... right into the Garlean spirit’s arms. His skin felt scorched and covered in mucus all at once, and when Alfie reeled back, there was slime on his hands. 

“You know not what you have come to play with, little man,” another voice rumbled, low and deep but the source unseen. “You look innocent compared to the things we could conjure to drag you under.”

“She belongs to me,” Alfie panted as he fell backwards, the Garlean boy still bearing down on him as the flesh dripped from his cheek. “She belongs to me! Please, can’t we cut a deal--”

“She belongs to no one,” the ghost echoed angrily, through his fangs, placing his hands on either side of Alfie’s head against the floor. “Least of all to you, you rat. You pathetic excuse for a man. What deal would you make with the dead?” 

“She has lifetimes of ancestors to protect her,” the other voice snarled. “The gods smile upon Audrey, little coward, insignificant speck of dust. Can you say the same for yourself?” 

Lightning flooded the hall as it sparked outside, and thunder rumbled so roughly and so loudly that paintings fell from the wall. A painting’s frame shattered beside Alfie’s trembling frame, and perhaps by instinct, his hand jerked out for a shard of broken glass, brandishing it at the Garlean ghost, who laughed at the show the Elezen put on.

“All I want is her. The world will not miss her. She is worthless-- worthless to all but me--” 

“Liar!” the ghost spit, the chill growing so cold that Alfie swear that frost was beginning to form on the fibers of the carpet and upon the walls. “You don’t even know her at all, do you?” 

---

Audrey sat in the tepid bath and stared at the wall. The water had cooled off fifteen minutes ago, but she’d made no move to stand. An idle glance is cast to the razor at the side of the tub, and she thought back to Caius’ arms. She’d dug scissors into her thighs as a teenager when drugs weren’t option, and she remembered the high, the release of emotional pain into something physical. 

She wondered it if would work again.

She remembered Caius in the other room. 

Her voice was still hoarse from their argument over him berating Celia over linkpearl. She didn’t remember the last time she’d been so irrationally angry, been so out of control of her own words and out of her own mind. In truth, only a small portion of her anger was even directed at Caius, but it had been him to suffer the better portion of her second mental breakdown that week. 

Anger. Anger that she’d tamped down for years, anger that she’d told herself wasn’t important, anger that she told herself was good for her, anger that she used to spur herself on... With Connor’s final act upon her, it had set something off in her mind. She felt like something else had entered her body to make it scream for hours, to slam her fists into walls, only to end up collapsing, screaming, sobbing into Caius’ arms with grief, too heavy with self loathing to be able to stand up on her own. 

Connor, Alfie, her old clients... They all thought they knew her. All of them thought she belonged to them, that she owed them something because they hadn’t killed her or cast her into the streets. That she owed her body to them because they gave her gil. That she didn’t deserve anything better than what they gave, because who could love someone like her? If she was a good person, then why did bad things happen to her? No-- she wasn’t a good person. She was a filthy, disgusting, worthless person, given undeserved kindness from her brother and her boss and from the rich men who sullied her body. 

Audrey curled in on herself after shoving the razor off of the edge of the tub, pressing her face into arms. What had she ever done wrong? She had been so young. She forgot, sometimes, that she was still young. Her mind and body felt ancient. Seen too much, done too much, experienced too much, too fast. Her eyes weren’t twenty. They had lived centuries. And as she tried and tried to tell herself that this wasn’t deserved, as the scar on her hip burned, she could hear their voices in her head, cutting in to remind her that she was nothing. Nothing.

Hands clamped over ears as she rocked back and forth in the water, trying to drown them out. Tears sprung to her eyes as she heard Alfie screaming, and she could swear it was just outside the bathroom wall, that she could hear banging and threats on her life from the snake’s lips. 

“No,” she whimpered, shaking her head frantically. “No, no, no, no-- No!”

“Audrey!”

The door swung open, and Audrey still found herself screaming and crying as hands pulled her from the tub. She’d been sinking beneath the surface without realizing it in an effort to escape the sounds. Her body was wrapped up tight with a towel, and she heard her name again, spoken softer. 

“Audrey.”

Caius.

Big brown eyes turned up to look at Caius, at his worried angel face, and all at once, the voices silenced. It was just them, the sound of water dripping from the faucet and into the bathtub, her own heartbeat in her ears.

“I’m not a bad person,” she wept, but it came out as more of a question. Caius stared at her like he couldn’t quite believe his ears before shaking his head quickly, lips pressing against her forehead, her temple, one of his strong hands gripping her much smaller one tightly.

“No. No, mea columba. You’re not a bad person. You’re a good person. The best person. Breathe. It’s alright. Nothing is going to hurt you. You’re safe. You’ve got me, until the end of time. Okay? I’m here.”

Audrey pressed her face into his broad chest, clung to his clothes as he rocked her back and forth. Quietly, he hummed the lullaby his mother had played when he was a child to her, wrapped around her like a shield. 

(( mentions of the three Beanie babies: @benes-diction​ ))

[shadowynnn]

la tua cantante | part three |

twilight saga

synopsis: You’re a half-vampire with a past you more than wish you could forget. Your life takes an unsuspecting turn when you travel to Volterra to save your adopted brother and discover you’re the mate of the Volterra leaders.

part three synopsis: Edward’s suicide attempt has you racing to Volterra in order to save him.

pairing: Aro, Caius, and Marcus x Reader

words:  3800

a/n : In this series, Aro and Marcu’s physical age will be the same as the books, mid 20′s, and 19-early 20′s respectively, while Caius’s age will be the same as portrayed in the movies, early 20′s.

You listened attentively to the update Alice was giving on Edward’s current predicament as you sat in the backseat of the Porsche Alice had managed to steal at the airport. Edward had been denied the request of the Volturi killing him, thank goodness, so he was left with breaking the law in order to get the death he so craved. To do this, Edward had decided to walk into the sunlight at exactly noon in order to expose himself to the human world. It was a bit overly dramatic in your opinion, but it did give them the time you needed to keep him from following through with it and just maybe save his life. This also enabled you to be able to stop his plans if Bella couldn’t get to him in time and prove he was alive.

“You have to be careful, (F/N),” Alice warned as she pushed the car as fast as it would go, weaving in and out of cars. “If you do it too soon he might realize something’s up. Too late though...” 

You nodded your head not trusting yourself to speak at the moment. Knowing that you could still save Edward if you didn’t make it to him in time did little to comfort your nerves. While you were confident in your abilities, self-doubts began to trickle into your thoughts. What if you messed it all up? You would never forgive yourself if you ended up ruining everything you had tried so hard to fix.

“I want you to stay far away from us though,” Alice added after a moment. “Edward will be at the main plaza under the clock tower. We will come find you the moment we’re in the clear.” You quickly opened your mouth to oppose, but she beat you to it. “If we can go through with our plan without exposing you, you’re staying out of the way.”

You shot Alice an icy glare, but you knew she was right whether you liked it or not. Alice simply ignored the look you sent her way and instead turned her attention to Bella who had asked whether she had seen anything else which might be helpful to the situation at hand.

“There’s something going on, some kind of festival, I believe. The streets are full of people dressed in red and red flags are everywhere. What’s the date?” Alice murmured as she sped past a minivan.

You glanced at the date on your phone. “The nineteenth.”

“Well, that’s ironic; it’s Saint Marcus Day.” Alice let out a bitter laugh.

“Saint Marcus?” you asked leaning forward in your seat to better communicate with the two. “As in the Volturi?”

She nodded her head. “The city holds a celebration every year. As the legend goes, a Christian missionary, Father Marcus drove out all the vampires from Volterra fifteen hundred months ago before being Martyred in Romania. Of course, that’s utter nonsense as Marcus has never left Volterra, but it did lead to the superstitions of crosses and garlic. Vampires don’t mess with Volterra, so they must work.”  A smile appeared on Alice’s lips, but it didn’t sit well with you. “Saint Marcus Day has become more of a celebration for the city as Volterra is incredibly safe. While the citizens credit the police for the safety, it goes to the Volturi. They love their city so much they don’t even allow hunting in its walls.”

“They’re not going to be very happy if Edward messes that up then.” Bella cringed as she realized the extra emphasis the day had on their current dilemma.

“No, they’re going to act very quickly.”

“Is he still planning on noon?” Bella asked as her eyes glanced towards the clock once more. The numbers were creeping much closer to noon than any of you liked.

“Yes, he’s decided to wait and in turn, they’re waiting on him.” Alice kept her eyes on the winding road. “Remember Bella, he just has to see you. He has to see you before he sees or smells (F/N) and me. I’ll take you as far as I can go and then point you in the direction. Go as fast as you can; (F/N) will have your back. Though please don’t trip; she can’t buy you enough time to deal with a concussion.”

Bella groaned, leaning her head against the back of the leather seat she was sitting in. You fought the urge to groan with her. You could already see one of Bella’s acts of clumsiness ruining everything they had come so far to accomplish.

“Volterra.” Alice breathed and pointed to the castle city on top of the closest hill. Ancient sienna walls surrounded the towers and the city, isolating itself from the rest of the world. If you weren’t so terrified at the moment, you would have found the city breathtaking. Instead, it only sent waves of fear down your back as you realized whose city it was. It was the one city in the entire world you were always told to stay away from, yet here you were on your way to enter it.

As you drew closer to the city, the street became more and more congested. Eventually, cars were so close together Alice could no longer weave in and out of them and you were stuck to a painstakingly slow crawl. There was nothing any of you could do about it, however. Alice had informed you this was the only entrance to the city and you couldn’t very well run or else you would expose yourselves to the humans surrounding you and end up in a worse position than you already were.

You were a bit surprised to see many cars pull over to the side of the road and their inhabitants getting out to walk the rest of the way. You thought it was just impatience, but when you saw the filled parking lot on the outside of the city and no cars being allowed to enter the city’s walls, your heart nearly stopped. What were they to do?

“Alice.” Your voice was barely over a whisper and your heart began to quicken once more.

“I know,” Alice bit back, but continued the slow crawl to the city. You didn’t offer any further comment. Alice had to know the fastest way for them to get into the city.

As more people began to walk up to the city, you soon noticed the color donning every person they passed. Red hats, red shirts, red scarves, and then the red flags many held in their hands. It was the exact shade of blood and made your stomach roll. 

You could survive on human food or blood, but you could only go so long without drinking before the smell would start to drive you a little wild. So while you often liked to depend on human food to keep yourself from starving, you did occasionally hunt to keep your bloodlust under control. Like your adoptive family, however, you had taken up the vegetarian diet because it was easier than stealing blood from a local hospital. It didn’t taste nearly as good, but you refused to ever bite a human. Your bite wasn’t poisonous, at least not that you were aware of, but you knew exactly what it felt like to be drank from and you refused to ever submit anyone through that as well.

“I can’t see what the guard will decide,” Alice spoke once you drew near to the entrance. “If we can’t get through I want you both to jump out and go on ahead without me. Bella, just keep asking for Palazzo de Priori and run in the direction people point. (F/N), keep your distance and be ready. Make sure to make it look as natural as possible.”

You nodded your head, already concentrating on the task at hand while Bella kept mumbling Palazzo de Priori under her breath in the front seat. You did your best to ignore her and focused on the dark clouds seen breaking the horizon in the distance.

You kept your attention on the storm clouds coming towards you from the west as Alice moved up in the line of cars before reaching the guard. You were thankful a strong breeze was already coming up from the west as well so you didn’t have to concentrate on that as well. It also allowed you to move the upcoming storm faster than you normally could.  You had learned to perfect your ability over the years, but you still struggled to control it once you got a large storm brewing. It was also difficult to not affect the weather when your temper got out of hand or you got overly emotional, which was actually quite often if you were to be truly honest with yourself. Luckily in Forks, rain and thunderstorms were never uncommon.

You hadn’t even noticed Alice had gotten you in the city until the car slammed to a stop and Bella sprinted out before it was even fully stopped. You were quick to jump out after her.

“Shit, they’re everywhere!” Alice hissed when she too stepped out of the car fully wrapped in clothing to keep the sunlight from hitting her skin. She spared a glance at you, a frown painted on her lips.

You took a deep breath yourself and realized Alice was right. You could smell the sweet scent of many foreign vampires surrounding you and it was nearly overwhelming. You had never been this close to so many vampires before. A chill ran along your spine at the thought of them hiding in the shadows and you spun around in an attempt to locate them. You didn’t like the thought of being watched from the shadows.

“Forget about them, you have two minutes. Go, Bella, go!” Alice pushed Bella in the direction of the square before turning back to you.”There’s a water fountain a few blocks west of the clock tower. Go find it and we will come to you when this is all over.”

You desperately wanted to disagree with her, the chances of some vampire catching wind of your scent was all be certain, after all, but Alice ran off in her own direction before you could even state your point. 

“Yes, Alice, I’ll go and hide away like a coward while you all face your potential death.” You mumbled under your breath before bitterly stalking in the direction Alice had motioned you to. continuing to mumble several other obscenities as well as you went.

Alice’s directions were easy to follow and you soon came to a beautiful fountain made from the same bricks which decorated the walls of the city. The water was a crystal blue that sparkled in the sunlight and was topped with several vibrant waterlilies. If you hadn’t been so annoyed at your present situation, you would have found the fountain beautiful. Instead, you just saw it as another prison.

Your annoyance quickly dissipated as the first loud toll of the clocktower could be heard reverberating through the city. Each ring sent a fresh shiver of fear under your skin and filled you with terrible anticipation. Had Bella made it yet? Had she tripped and fallen? Was Edward safe? Had they succeeded in their plan?

You attempted to keep each and every question locked away as you focused on the sky and the large, dark clouds that had found their way over the sun as the clock struck twelve. If you hadn’t been so overwhelmed and frightened, you would have taken pride in your accomplishment.

Seeing your job now complete, you made your way over to the fountain and collapsed on top of its edge. All you could do was sit and wait. If they didn’t come back soon then you would ignore Alice’s orders and go searching for them yourself.

A sigh escaped your lips as you watched the people celebrating around you, smiling and laughing as if they didn’t have a care in the world and you wished you could join them in their ignorance. You would give almost anything to be back home in Forks curled up in a blanket as you watched cheesy horror movies with Jacob, a bowl of popcorn in between you.

Minutes slowly ticked by and still you were alone. You could barely smell Edward’s, Bella’s and Alice’s scent anymore which scared you. You could, however, smell the scent of the other vampires. A few more minutes is all you would wait before you went off in search of them.

A steady rain had begun to fall as your mood sunk further. The red donned crowd around you began to scream as they ran around to get out of the rain, but you kept your spot at the fountain. The rain helped to soothe your fears and worries. It was familiar and comforting.

Your stance stiffened, however, when one particular scent became stronger than all the others. You jumped up to find him clothed in a black robe and standing in front of you. The rest of the crowd was too worried about staying dry to pay attention to the two of you.

“I guess Alice and Edward aren’t coming back to fetch me, are they?” Your head notched ever so slightly to the side as you watched the man quietly assess you from underneath his hood and fought the urge to shiver. You weren’t going to show any sign of weakness if you could help it.

“Hmm, I thought I was informed wrongly when I was told of a girl who smelled of a strange mixture between a vampire and a human, yet here you are standing before me. It seems as though they were telling the truth.” He cocked his head to the side, mirroring your earlier movement as he further took in your now drenched figure. “Your friends are already on their way inside. If you follow me, you may join them. I’m sure the masters will be quite interested in you.”

You swallowed the lump building in your throat at his words. You didn’t want to follow him but didn’t see much of a choice. If you wanted to see Alice, Edward, and Bella, then you would have to follow the vampire.

“Lead the way then.” You tried to keep the fear out of your voice, but knew you had failed when your voice shook ever so slightly.

The man chuckled, clearly amused by your fear before motioning for you to follow him.

“Is everyone alright?” You built up the courage to ask as you saw the top of the clock tower in the distance. You didn’t really want to talk to him, but your curiosity was getting the better of you. You needed to know whether your plan had succeeded or not.

“Everyone is alive...at the moment.” He replied with a backward glance at you, but his words did little to soothe your fears. What did he mean by that? Had Edward stepped out too early? Had he still broken the law after their attempt to stop him?

You kept these questions to yourself despite the itch to throw them at the man. He didn’t seem too keen to answer your questions anyway, so there wasn’t much point in asking.

After a fairly short walk, the man bent down and pushed the cover to a grate open below them and motioned for you to drop down the small, open hole. “After you.”

You gave the man a sharp look, briefly wondering if you should make a run for it. Quickly realizing that option would only end up doing more harm than good, you bent down to the ground and slipped your body through the hole.

You landed on the hard ground with a thud, stumbling ever so slightly to catch your balance. The man dropped down beside you a few seconds later and the grate fell back to place above you. Without the outside light, you struggled to make out your surroundings. Your vision, like your other senses, weren’t nearly as powerful as a vampire’s.

Either not noticing your disorientation or simply not caring, the man set off down the tunnel leaving you struggling to catch up with him. You could feel the decline of the floor as you went, telling you they were descending farther underground. The further they went, however, the colder it got. You had been wearing a jacket, but it had become thoroughly soaked from the rain and left you shivering in the cold air.

You cursed yourself for letting it rain and in an effort to keep warm, you tightly wrapped your arms around your body. You yearned for a hot bath to work out the kinks in your body from the stress of the past days and to also just warm yourself up. 

Eventually, the end of the dreary, freezing tunnel could be seen and the man opened the door which laid at its end. You flinched at the bright light that suddenly appeared, raising your arm to shade your eyes. When your eyes adjusted to the new light you saw it was a nondescript, plain hallway on the other side and swiftly stepped through when you heard the man yell at you to keep up.

Their trip in this new hallway was small and they soon approached an elevator guarded by another vampire in black robes. You could feel his gaze on your body and briefly wished you had Edward’s ability to know what he and the other vampire you were following thought about you. When you feard the guard take a deep breath as you walked by, however, you were glad to not be able to hear his thoughts. You didn’t think you wanted to know based on the way his eyes took in your shivering figure.

As the elevator began to ascend, you caught movement from your side and saw the man you had been following had pulled down his hood and you were finally able to get a good look at him. His skin held a slight olive tone to it, a weird combination with the chalky pallor which came with being a vampire, but it took nothing away from his vampiric beauty. His hair was short and a sandy, brown color, slightly mussed from the hood he had been wearing to protect his identity. He was tall too, much taller than you had initially noticed.

He seemed to notice you assessing him, and his eyes, a bright red, caught you (E/C) ones causing you to shuffle back a bit. You were used to the CUllens’ gold eyes after living with them for a little over a year now, but these were the first red eyes you had seen since your trouble with...

“Are you wearing colored contacts?”

“What?” Your face scrunched up in confusion as the sudden question had taken you by surprise. You hadn’t expected him to talk to you.

“Your eyes.” He leaned slightly towards her as if to get a better look at what he was talking about. “Are they naturally (E/C)?” 

“Oh...um...yeah.” You managed to stumble out, your eyes quickly looking anywhere else in the elevator except for him. You could still feel the intensity of his gaze making you rather nervous and uncomfortable, but at least he was looking at you like you were a meal.

“Interesting,” the man breathed before straightening back up an turned his gaze away from you. From the sideways glances, he kept throwing you afterward, you could tell he had several more questions he wished to ask, but kept them to himself.

You began to nervously nibble on your bottom lip as the elevator ride continued. You urged it to finally stop and allow you to escape its small confines. With each passing glance your way, the more nervous you grew. So far he had shown no signs of hurting you but after previous engagements with vampires, you were just waiting for the moment when he would finally pounce.

The elevator soon reached its destination and you were relieved to see the man had made no move to attack you and instead continued to lead you through yet another hallway. This hall, however, was quite different than the last few and was lavishly decorated with expensive looking decor and beautiful arching windows towering above them. You could only imagine how beautiful it might look if the sun were out and shining through them, but you were too nervous and panicked to concentrate on letting the sun come back out so that you might see what it would look like.

You soon passed by a woman at a desk, lazily working on the computer in front of her and you were shocked to see that she was human. Why would the Volturi have a human working for them? Better yet, did she know what kind of monsters she was working for?

She jumped to her feet when she saw the two approaching. Smiling brightly at the vampire you were with, she greeted him in a language you were largely unfamiliar with but recognized as Italian. He gave her a sly smile as he passed her by, making the woman’s dark complexion blush before she turned back to her work, not even giving you a single glance.

You had no time to process whether you were offended by her actions or not when you noticed the man you had been following had stopped in front of a pair of doors which looked to be made out of gold. They climbed all the way to the ceiling and were carved with intricate swirls and patterns. If you didn’t know they led you to your certain doom, you would have found them beautiful. Instead, you simply saw them as the gates to hell.

“Nervous?”

Your eyes tore from the door as the man gave you a knowing smile of his own before reaching forward to grab one of the doors’ handles. You attempted to throw a sharp glare in his direction in an attempt to mask the terror that had suddenly burst into you at knowing you were about to meet the Volturi, but the sharp swallow that followed and the frantic beating of your heart was enough to expose your facade.

He simply laughed at your response before easily swinging the door open and exposing you to the contents of the other side. You stood still as you peered at the other side, feet glued to the ground as you didn’t have enough courage to step forward. Before she realized what was happening, you were given a small, but oddly gentle push by the man who had guided you to this spot and entered the one room you really hadn’t wanted to.

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[sunset-wishes-upon-hill]

In your story how does a vampire realize he/she is in love-love?

I imagine it’s like how humans realise they are in love. Everyone is different, some realises quite quickly while others deny it until they have to face it; others might not really know it’s love. In Alec’s case, I see it’s something that puts him in a conflicting position, there’s sense of confusion, anger and fear by his overwhelming and compelling desire of wanting to be close to her and he knows little love other than his familial love to Jane and to extent Aro and other members of his coven. He wants to protect her (Jessica) like he does with Jane, wants to be friend with her like he is with Jane; it really frustrates him because she’s the reason for this unknown, consuming emotions that he can’t seemed to stop or numb.

Demetri, it’s sort of like when he thinks he prefers her alive than dead and he stand beforeher and he know all of her flaws, all to well, but all he can manage to see is perfection.

Caius is he sees human-Jessica and he thinks she’d be more interesting if she were a vampire like him and he’d be a bit disappointed by her death (not that he’ll ever admit it) kind of like a favourite toy breaking too soon.

My favourite love quote is from the Perilous Gard by Mary Pope:

I never thought of it like that. I always thought of you as a part of me, like my own eyes or my own hands. You don't go around thinking 'I love my eyes, I love my hands', do you? But think what it would be like to live without your eyes or your hands. To be mad, or to be blind. I can't talk about it. It's how I feel.

Don’t worry new chapter coming soon!

Jessica still has soft spot for Mike but most of it was just an excuse to say she’s not interested.

Yesss!!!! With that human-hating nature of his, 100% he never played any human made modern games! But he’s quite good with games and planning and tactics so once he gets the gist of it, he’d be hard to beat. Monopoly though, I can imagine him riling Jessica up by taking out a rulebook for some ridiculous rule she never even heard of and he keeps sending her to jail and taking multiple property until she has to declare bankruptcy.

It’d be better to die drunk than die sober by vampires. At least, you won’t remember (at least most of it). Alec would sulk the next morning by something she said while Caius demands her head on stake for daring to threaten him (but it was more like Jessica shading Caius)

Well, I’m on 1800 words at the moment. Hopefully I’ll get it more written over the week.

Hmm, Alec - he sort of already like her even though he’s yet to realise. Demetri, he’s the type of guy you don’t really know what’s he’s thinking and suddenly he’s catching feelings and wanting things to be exclusive and serious and poor Jessica is like shit, are you serious?! because Demetri can be really intense with his emotions like Caius, Caius - when he realise he doesn’t detest her as much as he detest other humans and willing to bend the rule as much as his moral code/pride allows him to be. I mean it’s not like a marathon where it’s clear who came in first and last, their relationship is already progressing and developing in their own terms so even I can’t really say for certain who will love her first for definite. 

If you mean the whole dynamic of where they end up in a twisted pas de deux, where they are enemies and allies, friends and some sort of lovers and there’s something bubbling between them and we don’t know if it will ever come to fruition nor which direction it will go; romance isn’t the right label for them, addiction/obsession might come close but it’s clear their relationship fell into something. Jessica sees something within Aro that might have a chance of redemption but the person who he is gets in the way of that. Jessica feels like there’s moments where she think she know him and he has some humanity and then she go, ‘Oh no, you really don’t. But there is something that she’s finding within herself because of the connection she’s made with Aro, that Aro ignites in her but I don’t think she can quite grasp it. She’s unsure of what’s going on within her mind and her feelings and he’s making her question her own morale?Then yes. 

[friedesgreatscythe]

outside of the XIII-verse, which is your favorite FF?

i started answering this thinking you said of the xiii-verse lol so i’ll just post that at the end.

it’s hard for me to pick a favorite one of anything. it fluctuates a lot. i think xii is underrated and really fantastic, though there’s some things that hold it back from being truly wonderful. i love the gambit system, and i think it’s pretty cool how they brought the world of ivalice into a mainline final fantasy, and that localization was fucking amazing. i can’t remember what meter of poetry its written in, but that’s what gives the script its rhythm, and the choice to include so many different accents to create more personality and life to the different cultures and races really made it stand out. i love ashe’s story, and balthier, basch, and fran make for a good balance to the party. i think the occuria being petty gods desperately clinging to any chance of influencing humanity was pretty ballsy, too. but i can’t stand vaan and penelo, i think the game was wrong to make vaan the posterboy for it instead of settling with ashe (the rightful protagnist) or basch (who kinda got shafted despite having the second most compelling story in the cast).

i think vii is about as good as people think it is, but i still can’t stand or don’t care about half the cast, and sephiroth is an incredibly underdeveloped villain, so it falls short. i love the sci-fi body horror, and i think it paved the way for more science fantasy games in the final fantasy series (viii, xiii).

viii is weird but my kind of weird, and i really love ultimecia as a time traveling revenge-seeker, fighting back however she can against a world that is designed to fear and hate her, so she becomes the monster they fear. i’m a sucker for love stories, so seeing squall and rinoa bond and influence each other in all the ways they need really meant a lot to me, though its flaws still hold it back juuust a bit.

i think iv and vi are superb, too. i remember being really moved and shocked at cecil’s self-inflicted redemption arc, transforming from a dark knight into a paladin. plus how can you not love the lunar freakin’ whale? vi also had a cool world, and did a truly ballsy thing of ending it halfway through the story, so it wasn’t about stopping the apocalypse but ensuring that the world could possibly recover from it. i couldn’t stand some of the gimmicks in it--like sabin’s fucking blitz attack--and i also don’t think kefka is that great, but man... terra and celes? that operahouse scene? gorgeous.

sooo those are my favorites--iv, vi, vii, viii, and xii. the rest are disappointments.

now here’s the answer i wrote when i misread the ask.

ooh that’s hard to pick. i really like things specific to all three of them.

i enjoy the first one’s story, as it impacted me at a really painful time in my life. watching them all struggle with a curse that could neither be cured nor survived reminded me a lot of how it felt to have all the worst parts of my mental illnesses come back. sometimes it felt like i was fighting a pointless battle--fighting ‘fate’ if you will. and xiii helped me be angry enough to confront that.

i really like how they handle time travel in xiii-2, and all the branching endings that can happen. i love caius and lightning’s rivalry, and how caius is a genuinely sympathetic villain. i think xiii-2′s music is also exquisite, though i have a soft spot for origa (who does most of the singing). i don’t know if i’d say i enjoy the story or combat as much, however.

lightning returns is also really important because i love how bleak it is. the world’s clinging to the last remaining thread, lightning’s companions are scattered, hopeless, or in the case with snow and hope, a gutted shell of themselves. watching lightning literally beat the humanity back into snow was some powerful shit. and bhunivelze! holy fuck, don’t get me started.