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❝HUSBAND❞

✭ PAIRING : Edward Cullen x Reader

✭ FANDOM : Twilight

✭ SUMMARY : When Edward proposed to Bella he expected her to accept after all they were mates? Right? Wrong! Bella rejected edwards proposal breaking his undead heart in the process, not being able to withstand the aftermath Edward leaves home; only to return 2 years later but this time he’s married?!

✭ AUTHORS NOTE : I already know there is a story on here called the same story with the same cover (on quotev at least) mines had been edited to a clearer form, (again on quotev) that was my old account, (marveluserlovesmarbel again on quotev was my old and very first account) one of my first actually. If I can remember the login information from it I’d log back in and post my stories from their over here but for now enjoy the remake of said story :)

✭ QUOTEV VERSION

✭ HUSBAND MASTERLIST

✭ CHAPTER THREE : The Storm

Tension filled the air as Bella confronted the newfound presence of (Y/n) in Edward's life. She blinked in disbelief, her voice quivering as she stammered, "My love? Since when did this happen?"

Edward, sensing the impending storm, attempted to walk away with (Y/n) and even gestured for her to go inside. But (Y/n) was resolute and didn't budge. She glared at Bella, her voice dripping with ice, as she asked, "Who are you?"

Bella retorted, her tone growing defensive, "I'm Edward's girlfriend, and who are you?"

(Y/n) didn't waste a moment, showing off her ring with a fiery glare. "I'm his wife."

Bella's eyes widened in shock at the revelation. The words hung heavily in the air, and she was momentarily at a loss for words. She looked to Edward for help, but he maintained a blank expression.

Sensing Bella's vulnerability, (Y/n) couldn't contain her anger any longer. She stepped forward, poking Bella's chest with each word, her voice seething with righteous fury. "You've got some nerve showing your face around here. You made your grave; now lay in it."

Without waiting for a response, (Y/n) turned away from Bella and walked over to her husband, Edward. She looked deep into his eyes, her love and passion evident, and then, she pulled him into a long, passionate kiss. It was a declaration of their bond and a clear message to Bella that she was no longer a part of Edward's life. Bella watched them with a mixture of jealousy and regret, realizing that she had lost Edward. But she wasn’t one to give up easily. With a huff she yanks over her car door looking back at the couple, “I’ll be back later Edward,” and with a slam of the door she pulls out of the Cullen’s drive way.

Emmett the ever so innocent “viewer” in all this snorts, “Women am I right?!”

┉

Inside the house, (Y/n) had stormed in, seething with anger and frustration. She couldn't believe that Bella had shown up and disrupted the peace she and Edward had found together. She muttered to herself, unaware of the growing intensity of her emotions.

"How could that wench come here and think all would be fine and dandy?" (Y/n) ranted, her voice filled with exasperation.

Unbeknownst to her, the lights in the house began to flicker erratically. The others in the room exchanged puzzled glances, noticing the unusual phenomenon. Emmett, always one to comment on such things, blurted out, "Yo, what's up with the lights?"

Edward, realizing that it was (Y/n)'s powers reacting to her emotional turmoil, excused himself and made his way to where she was venting her frustrations. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and whispered soothing words, "Love, it's going to be okay. Please, try to calm down. Your powers are reacting to your emotions."

(Y/n) took a deep breath, her anger gradually subsiding as she focused on Edward's calming presence. The lights in the house gradually steadied, no longer flickering. She turned to him, her eyes filled with remorse for causing such a disturbance.

Edward reassured her, "It's alright, my love. We'll figure this out together. Bella is no longer a part of my life, and you are the one I choose to be with. I love you."

(Y/n) nodded, her anger giving way to a sense of relief and the warmth of Edward's love. They held each other close, finding solace in their bond, and slowly the tension in the house began to dissipate.

As Edward held (Y/n) close against his chest, her anger continued to simmer. She mumbled softly, her voice filled with frustration, "I just don't like it. How can she come back here thinking she would be welcomed with open arms? After hurting you? After unknowingly hurting your family?"

Edward kissed her forehead gently, trying to offer reassurance. "It's okay, my love. We'll work through this."

But (Y/n) couldn't contain her anger any longer. Her emotions surged, and as she shouted in frustration, a light bulb above them suddenly burst, scattering glass fragments on the floor.

Startled by the sudden noise, Alice, who had been observing the situation from the doorway, took a step back. She glanced at the shattered light bulb and then at the two of them, her eyes wide with surprise. With an uncertain smile, she said, "I'll just come back later," and quickly walked away, leaving Edward and (Y/n) alone to deal with the aftermath of this emotional exchange.

As (Y/n) pulled back from their embrace, her guilt about scaring Alice was evident in her eyes. She whispered, "Oh no, I scared Alice. I have to go apologize."

Edward gently placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "No, what you need to do is calm down, love. Alice will be fine. She's a vampire, remember?"

(Y/n) wasn't easily consoled. She replied, "That doesn't mean I didn't frighten her, supernatural being or not."

Edward couldn't help but chuckle, his laughter resonating in the room. "That's what I love about you, my dear."

(Y/n) playfully smacked his shoulder, her worry still evident. "This isn't a laughing matter, Edward. I used my powers unconsciously, and look, I even broke that poor, innocent light bulb."

Edward continued to chuckle, the sound of his laughter filling the room. "You're right, love, but it's just a light bulb. We can replace it. Besides, I’m sure Alice will understand.”

(Y/n) sighed, unable to resist a smile at her husband's laughter and reassurance. She realized that even in moments of turmoil, his presence had a way of calming her, and she felt grateful for the love they shared.

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❝HUSBAND❞

✭ PAIRING : Edward Cullen x Reader

✭ FANDOM : Twilight

✭ QUOTEV VERSION

✭ HUSBAND MASTERLIST

✭ CHAPTER TWO : A Surprise Homecoming

Inside the Cullen home, a sense of curiosity and anticipation hung in the air. The family gathered at the entrance, drawn by Alice's sudden vision and the excitement radiating from her. Her golden eyes sparkled as she clapped her hands together.

"I just had a vision," Alice announced, "Edward is coming back, and he should be arriving any minute now."

Everyone exchanged glances, surprised and eager to see Edward again. Moments later, the sound of an approaching car could be heard, and they watched as Edward pulled into the driveway. As he stepped out of the car, they were taken aback by the presence of a woman in the passenger seat. Edward opened her door, and they exited the vehicle, both smiling warmly at the Cullen family.

Edward greeted his siblings with hugs and was bombarded with questions about his trip. Carlisle suggested they continue the conversation inside, and they all moved into the house.

Once inside, Edward introduced the woman beside him. "Everyone, this is (Y/n). We got married."

The room fell into stunned silence. Carlisle was the first to break it, his face a mixture of surprise and happiness. "Edward, this is wonderful news, but since when did you get married?"

Edward explained, "We got married a year ago."

Alice gasped, fake outrage coloring her tone. "And you didn't let me plan your wedding? Unacceptable!"

Laughter rippled through the room as they realized Alice was teasing. Edward smiled, "Honestly, after Bella, I didn't expect to find love again."

Esme stepped forward, her motherly warmth enveloping them. "Well, I'm happy you did, son." She turned to (Y/n) and asked, "Now, how did you two come to be?"

(Y/n) laughed, her eyes sparkling. "I tried to kill him."

Bewildered looks crossed the faces of the Cullen family. Jasper scoffed and nodded. "That explains it."

”I’m sorry what?!”

”What can I say, it’s in my blood to hunt creatures like Edward,” (y/n) says with a laugh.

“Hunt? Are you a hunter?” Esme asked with slight hesitation.

”Yeah. My last name was Winchester but i guess it’s now (Y/n) Winchester Cullen, decided to keep my last name you know.”

Jasper can’t help but scoff, “Figures.”

Everyone was still puzzled, and Jasper elaborated, "The Winchesters are a hot-blooded family of hunters."

Edward added, "We're also mates."

Rosalie, never one to hide her feelings about Bella, couldn't help but ask, "Wait, aren't you and Bella mates?"

Edward explained, "When I met Bella, it was her blood that called out to me. She was my blood singer, which is why I felt such a strong connection to her. I deluded myself into thinking I loved her for her. But when I met (Y/n), I instantly felt the mate bond."

The family began to understand, and the room filled with smiles and warm welcomes for (Y/n). It was a surprising turn of events, and everyone felt a sense of joy and acceptance as they welcomed Edward and his new love back into their immortal lives.

┉

As the Cullen family settled into their cozy living room, the girls - Alice, Esme, Rosalie, and (Y/n) - conspired to have some girl talk out on the balcony. They silently made their way outside, leaving the boys to their own devices.

On the balcony, a sense of camaraderie and curiosity enveloped the girls. Esme leaned against the railing, looking at (Y/n) with a warm smile. "So, (Y/n), how did you find out that Edward was a vampire?"

(Y/n) leaned against the balcony and looked out at the starry night sky. "He did a good job hiding it at first, but after a few weeks, I noticed something unusual. One day, he reached out for something, and his hand caught the sunlight, causing it to sparkle like diamonds. I couldn't ignore that."

Rosalie's eyebrows arched in interest. "And what did you do next?"

(Y/n) chuckled. "I did what any person would do in this situation—I did some research. I found out about the myth of vampires sparkling in the sunlight, and it all started to make sense."

Esme nodded, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "You were pretty observant."

(Y/n) shrugged. "I guess I've always had a knack for details."

Rosalie, intrigued by the prospect of conversation, leaned in closer. "Have you encountered more of our kind?"

(Y/n) thought for a moment before responding. "I've hunted vampires, but they're of different vampiric natures. Some of them don't sparkle, instead, they burn in the sunlight. Others have special jewelry that allows them to go into the sunlight without a problem."

Alice leaned forward, her golden eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Tell us more about the supernatural creatures you've encountered."

(Y/n) began to share stories of her encounters with various supernatural beings, including werewolves, shape-shifters, and even ancient mythical creatures. The girls listened with rapt attention, enjoying the opportunity to learn about (Y/n)'s adventurous life.

Back in the living room, the boys decided to go on a hunt, giving the girls some privacy. Edward proposed the idea, and Emmett, Carlisle, and Jasper readily agreed. With their departure, the girls had their opportunity to get to know (y/n) better.

In the heart of the dark woods, the Cullen brothers and father continued their hunt. Jasper, after a moment of contemplation, decided to address the questions that had been gnawing at him. He turned to Edward and said, "You look well."

Edward chuckled, his voice a wry whisper. "What's with the small talk, Jasper? You know I can hear your thoughts going a million miles a minute."

Jasper sighed, his concern evident. "Why a hunter, Edward? I know she's your mate, but you could've pulled away."

Edward's eyes, glinting like polished onyx in the moonlight, met Jasper's. "You know I wouldn't have been able to pull away if I felt the pull."

Jasper persisted, his voice tinged with worry. "She's a hunter, Edward. She's dangerous."

Edward countered, "And I'm a vampire. I can be dangerous too."

Emmett, who had been silently listening, finally chimed in. "I mean, they both can kill each other at the end of the day. Can't we move on from this topic?"

Jasper was unrelenting. "No, he's putting us all in danger. Aside from her being the very thing that kills us, she's also a human."

Edward's brow furrowed, and he asked, "What's your problem, Jasper?"

Jasper's voice grew more serious. "Listen, you've never faced a Winchester before. I have. Trust me, you don't want to cross their path."

Before the argument could escalate any further, Carlisle intervened. "Gentlemen, I suggest we drop this argument for now. I see something." He pointed toward a deer approaching through the trees, reminding them of the primary purpose of their venture. The brothers refocused their attention on the hunt, leaving their concerns and debates for another time.

The Cullen brothers and father, fresh from their successful hunt, made their way back to the house. Emmett carried the lifeless deer, a triumph in his strong arms. As they approached the house, their senses picked up the unmistakable scent of a familiar visitor. Bella Swan had arrived, her red beat-up pickup truck parked near the house.

Bella hesitated by the truck, her posture awkward and uncertain. She called out to Edward, "Hey, Edward. It's been a while."

Edward's face remained a mask of emotionless grace, but he kindly greeted her with a simple, "Hello, Bella."

Bella continued, "I didn't believe Charlie when he said he saw you passing through Forks. He said he saw you with someone. I take it you've brought a friend?"

Before Edward could answer, (Y/n) appeared, coming outside with a warm smile to greet him and the others. She rushed into Edward's arms, showering him with affectionate kisses on the face.

"My love," (Y/n) said, her voice filled with both relief and happiness. "You've been gone for so long, I got worried."

Edward's stoic facade softened as he held (Y/n) close, returning her affection with a warm embrace. Bella watched their reunion with a mix of emotions, perhaps sensing that the connection between Edward and (Y/n) was deeper and more profound than she had ever experienced with him.

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❝HUSBAND❞

✭ PAIRING : Edward Cullen x Reader

✭ FANDOM : Twilight

✭ QUOTEV VERSION

✭ CHAPTER ONE : A Proposal in the Flower Field

The warm breeze danced through the lush, sun-kissed meadow, carrying the scent of wildflowers that blanketed the ground in a vibrant tapestry of colors. Edward, his face radiant with anticipation, gazed at Bella, whose 19th birthday was just around the corner. He had planned this moment for weeks, determined to make it the most memorable day of their immortal lives.

"Edward, this is beautiful," Bella said, her eyes shimmering with wonder as she took in the breathtaking scenery. She had no inkling of what was about to transpire.

Edward smiled, his golden eyes alight with love. He guided Bella to a secluded spot in the field, one they had visited countless times, a place filled with memories of their deepest conversations and stolen moments. It was here, among the swaying flowers, that he would make the most important request of his existence.

Bella's heart quickened as she realized the gravity of the moment. She turned to Edward, her breath catching in her throat. "What's going on, Edward?"

He took her hands, his voice trembling with emotion. "Bella, for over a century, I've existed in the shadows, my heart forever frozen in time. You, you're my light, my reason for being. Your love has given my life purpose, a warmth that I never thought possible."

Bella's eyes glistened, tears threatening to spill over. "Edward..."

He dropped to one knee, his hand reaching into his pocket to reveal a glistening diamond ring. "Bella Swan, you are the love of my existence. Will you do me the immeasurable honor of becoming my wife?"

Bella's heart soared as she gazed down at the ring, her eyes meeting Edward's, brimming with adoration. She had imagined this moment so many times, had dreamt of the day he'd ask her to be his forever.

But then, in a soft, trembling voice, she spoke the words that would shatter Edward's immortal heart. "I'm so sorry, Edward."

His golden eyes widened in disbelief, the world around him seeming to slow as he searched her face for understanding. "Bella, what is it? Is something wrong?"

Bella took a step back, her hands trembling. "Edward, you mean the world to me, but I can't say yes. I can't become a vampire, not at this moment in my life. I have so much I want to experience as a human, to grow old with my family. I hope you understand."

Edward remained frozen on one knee, his mind reeling, unable to comprehend the weight of her words. Bella turned and began to walk away, each step an agonizing echo of her decision. She didn't realize that with her 'no,' she'd shattered not just his proposal but his very heart.

Edward watched her silhouette grow smaller in the distance, the vibrant flowers around him now feeling like a painful reminder of his shattered dreams. He remained on one knee, in a heart-wrenching silence, his love for Bella eternal, his heart forever broken.

After what felt like an eternity of just kneeling in the flower field, Edward finally stood and rushed back home, a turbulent whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. Bursting into the house, he didn't utter a word, his face a mask of anguish. Carlisle and Esme, concerned by his disheveled appearance and the raw anguish in his eyes, attempted to get an explanation for his erratic behavior.

"What happened, Edward?" Carlisle asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Edward's eyes burned with anger and heartache. He scoffed bitterly and spat out the words, "She rejected me."

At first, Carlisle and Esme couldn't comprehend what he had just said. It seemed unfathomable that Bella, whom they'd come to love as their own, would refuse Edward's proposal. Edward's frustration boiled over, and he threw a lamp against the wall, shattering it into pieces. Tears of venom welled up in his eyes, and he uttered those devastating words again, but this time with a crestfallen expression, "She rejected me."

Esme rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him, offering solace in the only way she knew how. Carlisle joined them on the bed, his gaze full of concern.

Edward, his voice trembling with pain, explained how he had proposed to Bella in the flower field, how he had imagined a life of eternal love, but she had chosen a different path. He couldn't bear to be near her now, the pain too great to endure.

”I…I can’t stay here. Knowing that she’s here. Knowing that I’ll have to see her everyday for the rest of my life.”

Carlisle and Esme exchanged glances, understanding the depth of his despair. "Edward," Carlisle said softly, "you have a place in this home, wherever you choose to go."

Esme added, "You can always come back, and please, promise to call and check in every now and then."

Edward nodded, his gratitude evident in his eyes. With a heavy heart, he bid farewell to his siblings: Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie. Each offered words of support and love as he prepared to depart on his journey, leaving behind a life he had hoped for with Bella. As he stepped out into the night, he knew that he carried with him the weight of a shattered dream and the support of his vampire family, who would always be there for him.

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Chapter One: A Proposal in the Flower Field

Chapter Two : A Surprise Homecoming

Chapter Three : The Storm

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #x reader series #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #twilight masterlist #twilight x you #twilight x y/n #supernatural #supernatural x reader #avengers x reader #avengers #crossover #crossover masterlist #husband masterlist

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hi, since you have the vampire diaries as one of your new fandom. Can I please request a general yandere Klaus Mikaelson headcanon x a human reader? Thanks a lot.

❝yandere klaus mikaelson with a human partner❞

A yandere personality typically involves intense and possessive love. If Klaus were to exhibit a yandere personality with a human partner, it might involve:

1. Extreme possessiveness: Klaus would be overly possessive of his partner, constantly wanting to know their whereabouts and activities.

2. Jealousy: He would become jealous and potentially aggressive towards anyone he perceives as a threat to his relationship.

3. Isolation: Klaus might try to isolate his partner from friends and family, wanting to keep them all to himself.

4. Intense declarations of love: He would frequently express his love in an obsessive and sometimes threatening manner.

5. Willingness to do anything: Klaus might go to great lengths, including violence, to protect or keep his partner by his side.

❝a yandere's obsession❞

✭ pairing : yandere klaus mikaelson x reader

✭ fandom : the originals / the vampire diaries

✭ summary : kalus mikaelson was a hard man to love, with emotions just as challenging but when you had his trust much less his heart, best believe he loved you with all he got.

✭ yandere masterlist

Klaus Mikaelson, the formidable and ancient vampire, had found something he cherished above all else in his long, tumultuous existence - a human girlfriend named (Y/N). Their relationship was a source of both immense joy and profound torment for him. Klaus's yandere tendencies were well-hidden from (Y/N), who saw only his charming and protective side.

Tonight, they were dining at a luxurious restaurant in the heart of New Orleans, a city Klaus had once called home. The dimly lit ambiance and the soft piano music provided the perfect backdrop for a romantic evening. (Y/N) looked stunning, her smile illuminating the room as she perused the menu.

As they sat down at their reserved table, a waiter approached to take their orders. Klaus couldn't help but notice the young man's gaze lingering on (Y/N) for a moment too long, and a surge of jealousy coursed through him. He clenched his jaw, his lips curving into a tight smile as he observed the waiter's actions.

"Good evening," the waiter greeted, his eyes still locked on (Y/N) as he handed them the menus. "Can I start you off with something to drink?"

(Y/N) looked up from her menu and ordered a glass of wine, her eyes warm and friendly as she engaged with the waiter. Klaus instincts flared up as he watched their interaction. He stand the thought of another man showing any interest in his beloved (Y/N).

Klaus leaned in closer to (Y/N), his voice taking on a possessive tone. "Darling, perhaps we should order quickly. I have a strong desire to savor every moment of this evening with you." His words were meant to signal to both (Y/N) and the waiter that she was his and his alone.

The waiter, seemingly unfazed, jotted down their drink order and nodded, "Of course, sir."

Klaus's eyes never left the waiter as he walked away to give their order to the kitchen. His grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened. His mind raced with thoughts of what he might do to anyone who dared to steal her attention.

The luxurious restaurant provided the perfect stage for Klaus and (Y/N)'s romantic evening, but beneath the dimmed lights and soft music, an undercurrent of tension simmered. Klaus's tendencies had been triggered by the waiter's prolonged gaze, and he found it increasingly difficult to contain his emotions.

As the evening progressed, Klaus maintained a watchful eye on (Y/N). He couldn't help but feel his jealousy intensify every time she laughed at a joke or engaged in conversation with their server. His grip on her hand remained firm, a subtle reminder of his claim on her.

"Darling, what do you think of the ambiance?" Klaus inquired, doing his best to sound casual. He desperately wanted to redirect (Y/N)'s attention away from the waiter.

(Y/N) smiled, seemingly oblivious to Klaus's unease. "It's lovely, Klaus. I'm so grateful for this wonderful evening."

Klaus's lips curled into a strained smile, and he leaned in closer to her. "And I am equally grateful for you, my love. You bring light to my eternal existence."

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), Klaus was concocting a plan to assert his dominance and make it clear that she was his alone. His thoughts raced as he considered his next move.

Suddenly, the waiter returned with their main course, delicately setting the plates in front of them. Klaus's eyes narrowed as he watched the young man, who appeared to be just a little too friendly and attentive. A surge of possessiveness coursed through him.

Before the waiter could leave, Klaus spoke, his voice dripping with a subtle threat. "My dear, would you mind feeding me a bite?" He picked up a forkful of his meal, his eyes never leaving the waiter, who stood at a polite distance.

(Y/N) blinked in surprise but smiled, scooping up a bite of food and offering it to Klaus. He accepted it with a satisfied nod, all the while maintaining an intense gaze on the waiter.

The young server, now understanding the unspoken warning, excused himself hastily, leaving the couple in relative peace.

As the evening continued, Klaus's possessiveness became more pronounced. He showered (Y/N) with compliments, keeping her close, and ensuring that his dominance over her was clear. The tension between his desire to protect her and the need to control his jealousy grew, setting the stage for a tumultuous and precarious relationship between Klaus Mikaelson and his beloved (Y/N).

Sometime later, as Klaus and (Y/N) left the restaurant, the cool night air provided a welcome respite from the tension that had brewed during their dinner. The drive home was a silent one, filled with unspoken emotions. (Y/N) knew that she needed to address Klaus's behavior at the restaurant, but she also understood the depth of his love and protective instincts.

Once they arrived at (Y/N)'s home, she turned to Klaus with a serious expression. "Klaus, I need to talk to you about tonight," she began, her tone firm but gentle. "Your possessiveness and jealousy... they went a bit too far."

Klaus sighed, his shoulders slumping in acknowledgment of his actions. "I'm deeply sorry, my love. I can't bear the thought of anyone coming between us."

(Y/N) reached out and cupped his face, making him meet her gaze. "I understand, Klaus, and I appreciate your devotion. But you must trust me, just as I trust you. We're in this together, and no other man will ever take your place in my heart."

Tears welled in Klaus's eyes as he heard those words. He was relieved to know that (Y/N) understood his intentions, even if they had been expressed in an overbearing manner. He leaned in and gently kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment.

"I love you, (Y/N)," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine emotion. "I can't bear to lose you, and I'll do anything to protect our love."

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes brimming with affection as she embraced Klaus. "I love you too, Klaus, and I'm happy with you. But we must find a balance. You can protect me without smothering me."

Klaus nodded, his heart swelling with gratitude for (Y/N)'s understanding. "I promise, my love, I'll work on it. I'll be the man you need me to be."

(Y/N) gave Klaus a soft, tender kiss on the cheek, sealing their renewed commitment. "That's all I ask, Klaus. As long as we have each other, nothing else matters."

With their love reaffirmed and a newfound understanding between them, Klaus and (Y/N) stood on the threshold of a future where their unique and passionate relationship could flourish, despite the challenges of Klaus tendencies.

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Omg I’ve been inactive for some time (had to be a grown up for a while) and look what I’ve come back too! 1k followers. I know last I seen the followers number it was around 900 followers but damn, thank you everyone who has followed me, I’m so appreciative and I’m thankful you all decided to stick around

#thank you #thank you for following me!#thank you for reblogging #thank you for reading #1k

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❝army of ivarrsons❞

✭ pairing : ivar the boneless x reader

✭ fandom : vikings

✭ summary : ivar has always thought of himself to be a failure of a man, his legs did not work like an normal man, his prick did not work. The only thing he was good for was being a prince and a warrior though he wasn’t all that good at being even those in his eyes, but then along came a woman. One so pure, so beautiful she looked to be a goddess amongst men. And with those sweet words she spoke “I will bare you many sons ivar the boneless.”

✭ authors note : I have requests closed as y’all seen but it’s only temporarily, haven’t really been up to writing and seeing as how I had many ideas in mind for stories I thought fuck it let’s try again

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the great hall of Ivar's family estate, illuminating the long wooden table laden with bread, cheese, and freshly caught fish. Ivar sat at the head of the table, his older brother Sigurd to his right. As usual, Sigurd couldn't resist testing his patience.

"Good morrow, brother," Sigurd teased, a wicked glint in his eye. "Have you finally learned how to eat without spilling half your breakfast on your tunic?"

Ivar clenched his jaw, determined to keep his composure. Their sibling rivalry had existed for as long as he could remember, and it showed no signs of waning. He forced a strained smile. "I'm making progress, Sigurd, unlike some."

Before the exchange could escalate further, the heavy wooden doors of the great hall swung open with a thunderous crash. A thrall, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat, stumbled into the room. The hushed conversations ceased, and all eyes turned to the intruder.

Ivar rose from his seat, ready to reprimand the thrall for her lack of decorum, but before he could utter a word, she dropped to her knees, her head bowed low.

"Forgive me, my lords," the thrall panted, her voice trembling. "I bring urgent news."

Ivar exchanged puzzled glances with Sigurd. Urgent news was a rarity in their peaceful corner of the world. He gestured for the thrall to continue.

She raised her head, revealing wide, terrified eyes. "Freya herself has come and blessed us. She walks among us."

The words hung in the air like a spell, and a collective gasp swept through the hall. Ivar's skepticism wrestled with the growing sense of anticipation. Gods did not simply descend from the heavens to walk among mortals.

Before he could question the thrall further, the great hall erupted into chaos. The guests and servants rushed toward the entrance, shoving past each other in their eagerness to catch a glimpse of the so-called Freya. Ivar, however, moved reluctantly through the crowd, his curiosity piqued despite his reservations.

And there she stood, in the center of the throng, an ethereal vision that defied belief. Freya, if that truly was her name, had luscious hair that billowed in the wind, eyes that seemed to hold both otherworldly wisdom and untold mysteries. Her face was mature but agelessly youthful, her features mirroring the very essence of a Viking legend. It was as if the stories of the gods themselves had come to life.

The hall was filled with awe-struck whispers as people fell to their knees, proclaiming that the gods had indeed come to pay them a visit.

Amidst the reverence, Freya's gaze found Ivar's, and she offered him a serene smile. A shiver ran down his spine as their eyes locked. Something unspoken passed between them.

"We have much to talk about," she said, her voice carrying a mysterious weight that left Ivar both uneasy and captivated.

As the crowd continued to kneel and worship the divine presence before them, Ivar couldn't help but wonder what secrets this so-called Freya held and how her arrival would reshape their world.

Ivar stood alongside his older brothers, Sigurd, Hvitserk, and Ubba, each of them caught between awe and skepticism as they gazed upon the enigmatic woman who claimed to be Freya. The hall had fallen into reverent silence, save for the murmurs of those who dared to question her divine presence.

"Are you truly the goddess Freya?" Sigurd finally ventured to ask, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity.

Freya, or the woman who bore her name, smiled, but her response held an air of mystery. "My face holds many names, Freya may just be one of them."

The brothers exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of her cryptic words. It was Ubba who stepped forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over the ethereal figure before them. "Why have you come to bless us, then?" he inquired, his tone respectful but inquisitive. "If I may ask without sounding rude."

The woman, who had introduced herself as (Y/N), let out a melodic laugh that echoed through the hall. "Rude? Not at all, dear Ubba. You see, I am here for Ivar."

Ivar's heart skipped a beat as all eyes turned toward him. He had been prepared for many things this day, but not for such a direct and unsettling revelation. He struggled to find his voice. "For me?"

(Y/N) nodded, her enigmatic smile never faltering. "Yes, for you, Ivar. If you were to accept me into your home, I would bear you many healthy children."

The words hung in the air, pregnant with meaning and implications that Ivar could hardly fathom. The weight of her gaze bore down on him, as if she could see into the depths of his soul. It was a proposition unlike any other, one that would reshape not only his destiny but that of his family and people as well.

Sigurd couldn't suppress the unease that gnawed at his heart. He looked from his brothers to (Y/N), his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Why him, and not one of us?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness.

(Y/N) met Sigurd's gaze with an unwavering serenity. "You are all favored by the gods," she began, her voice carrying an air of wisdom. "But Ivar, he is favored above all. The accomplishments you will face, the children you will bear into this world—they will be great, but not as great as his."

The revelation left Sigurd and his brothers exchanging troubled glances. It was a difficult truth to accept, that their destinies were preordained and that Ivar's path would surpass theirs. But even in the midst of their uncertainty, (Y/N) offered a glimpse of hope.

Ubba, ever the one to voice the unasked questions, spoke next. "If you are truly Freya," he began cautiously, "then how come you are here with us and not your husband, the Allfather? I do not wish to be rude, but you are married to Odin, are you not? Yet you speak of carrying my brothers' children."

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes holding a mixture of fondness and sadness. "Odin and I have long since split," she explained. "But for the sake of the other gods, we remain faithful to one another—just not in the way one would think."

The brothers exchanged another set of glances, their minds trying to grasp the complexities of divine relationships and the implications of (Y/N)'s presence in their lives.

Amidst the questions and uncertainties, Ivar felt a wave of insecurity washing over him. He couldn't help but voice his doubt, his voice laden with self-deprecation. "You should choose one of my brothers or someone else," he said, his tone laced with a mix of humility and resignation. "They are able men and can do all the things a woman would need in a man. You don't deserve a cripple like me."

(Y/N) turned his head gently, making him meet her gaze once more. Her smile remained, unwavering. "But yet I chose you."

The words held a weight that Ivar struggled to comprehend. In that moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he truly understood the depths of the path that lay ahead, one where gods and mortals intertwined in ways he had never imagined.

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, Ivar found himself giving in to the uncharted territory that (Y/N) had brought into his life. The same night they met, they wed an impromptu ceremony all of Kattegat’s members and held a extravagant feast of celebration.

Now, in the dimly lit chamber, amidst the cheers and laughter, the newlyweds were about to partake in the bedding ceremony. Ivar couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he apologized, his voice tremulous. "I'm not very good at this," he admitted, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment.

(Y/N) leaned in close, her eyes holding a comforting reassurance. "You'll do just fine," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "I've seen how your first time went, my dearest ivar. It is normal to be nervous, especially when it's not the one you truly want."

Ivar felt a surge of relief wash over him. Her understanding words eased his doubts, and he let himself surrender to the passion that simmered between them.

Throughout the night, their love-making was fervent, passionate, and filled with a longing that transcended mere physical desire. The hours blurred together, and the dawn found them entwined, their bodies and souls intimately connected.

The next morning, Ivar awoke with a grin that was unusually happy for the stoic prince. Ubba, his older brother, noticed the change in his demeanor and couldn't help but inquire, "Did something happen to Sigurd, brother?" He assumed that Ivar might have witnessed their brother's misfortune or a rejection.

Ivar chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Nothing of that sort, brother."

Not long after both brothers had been joined by Floki - a member close to their family especially their father and seen as another father figure to ivar, for breakfast, the trio exchanged casual conversation, and Ivar's newfound happiness was hard to conceal. In the midst of a seemingly mundane conversation about the weather, Ivar couldn't contain himself any longer.

"I must share some news," he declared, his voice ringing with confidence. "Last night, I performed well in bed. Every round, to the very end."

Ubba, caught off guard, nearly choked on his mead. Floki raised an eyebrow, intrigued but nevertheless proud by the sudden announcement. "Is that so, Ivar?"

While Ubba struggled to contain his astonishment, he managed to offer a hearty congratulations to his brother, even if a tinge of bitterness lingered. The doubts that had plagued Ivar, the assumptions made by his brothers, had all been dispelled in the passionate hours he had shared with (Y/N).

It had been just a week since Ivar and (Y/N) had wed, but the news that swept through the village was enough to send everyone into celebration. (Y/N), still affectionately referred to as Freya by the villagers, was pregnant with the heir of Ivar, the prince of Kattegat.

Upon hearing the news, Ivar wasted no time in throwing a grand feast to celebrate this momentous occasion. The great hall was adorned with banners and torches, and the long tables were laden with the finest foods and meads. It was a joyous occasion, and the entire village turned out to celebrate the impending arrival of their future leader.

Throughout the festivities, Ivar's attentiveness to his wife was unmistakable. He was by (Y/N)'s side at every turn, anticipating her needs before she even voiced them. If she desired a drink, he would fetch it for her or have a thrall pour it with haste. When she wanted more meat, he ensured her plate was overflowing with it. And when she complained of stiffness in her shoulders and back from the long hours of celebration, he was there to ease the tension, his strong hands working wonders on her weary muscles.

Everyone could see the happiness that (Y/N) brought into Ivar's life, and it was evident in every glance, every gesture, and every tender touch between them. Despite the brevity of their marriage, their connection was undeniable, and it had only grown stronger with the promise of a child.

As the night wore on, and the revelry continued, Ivar found himself in a state of contentment he had never known before. With (Y/N) by his side and the prospect of fatherhood on the horizon, he couldn't help but look to the future with hope and excitement. The people of Kattegat watched their prince with admiration, knowing that he was not only a formidable leader but also a devoted husband, eagerly anticipating the arrival of his heir.

The months had went by swiftly and soon the long-awaited day had arrived. The air in the room was filled with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety as (Y/N) prepared to give birth to Ivar's heir. The labor had been long and exhausting, pushing (Y/N) to her limits, but she persevered with unwavering strength and determination. Ivar stood by her side, providing constant support and encouragement, never leaving her sight.

As the hours turned into eternity, the cries of pain echoed through the room. The midwife worked diligently, guiding (Y/N) through each contraction, offering words of comfort and reassurance. By her side, Ivar held her hand tightly, his eyes never leaving her face. He could see the strain etched upon her features but admired her resilience in the face of such intense pain.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the moment arrived. The cries of a newborn filled the room, and tears of relief streamed down (Y/N)'s face. Ivar's heart swelled with joy as he looked upon the tiny face of his firstborn son. The room seemed to glow with an ethereal light, as if the gods themselves had blessed this moment.

"I am truly blessed by the gods," Ivar whispered, his voice filled with awe. "For I have a wife, the fairest of them all - the goddess Freya herself - in my arms, with my firstborn son, an heir. I never thought I would find such happiness, but I am grateful that I have."

(Y/N) smiled weakly, her eyes shining with love and exhaustion. She reached out a trembling hand to touch Ivar's cheek, her touch filled with tenderness and gratitude. "And I am blessed to have you, my dearest Ivar," she whispered. "You have given me strength and love beyond measure."

In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, overshadowed by the miracle of new life. Ivar and (Y/N) found solace in each other's arms, cherishing the precious gift they had been given.

The midwife gently placed the newborn in (Y/N)'s arms, and Ivar marveled at the sight. His heir, his legacy, lay peacefully in his mother's embrace. There was a newfound sense of purpose and responsibility that settled upon Ivar's broad shoulders.

As he looked upon his wife and son, Ivar knew that he would protect and cherish them with all his might. He, a warrior feared by many, had found his greatest joy in the form of his family. With a heart filled with love and gratitude, Ivar vowed to be the father his son deserved, and not the man his own father had been.

Six years had passed since the day Ivar and (Y/N) had wed, and in that time, Ivar had become a force to be reckoned with. At the age of twenty-four, he had accomplished more than he had ever dreamed of. He had conquered lands, brought riches to Kattegat, and solidified his reputation as a formidable leader.

But it wasn't just his conquests that defined his success; it was the growing family he had built with (Y/N) by his side. Their firstborn, Arvid, had been a source of immense pride for Ivar, carrying the weight of being the heir to the throne. Following Arvid, twin boys named Audun and Axel had joined their family.

Their blessings continued with the birth of a daughter, Astride, who brought a new kind of joy into their lives. And after Astride, more sons had followed: Ase, Bodil, Dane, Ebbe, Eir, and Inge, each one a testament to the love and connection between Ivar and (Y/N).

Now, with the passage of time, the couple found themselves on the brink of another exciting chapter in their lives. (Y/N) was expecting once more, and this time, they had received the news that they were to welcome another set of twins into their growing family.

The prospect of more children filled Ivar with a deep sense of pride and fulfillment. He had not only achieved great success in his endeavors but had also created a legacy that would continue to shape the future of Kattegat for generations to come. With (Y/N) by his side, he looked forward to the challenges and joys that lay ahead, knowing that their love and the family they had built together were the greatest treasures of all.

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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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Hello. Can I request something like a sequel for the Yandere Felix and Demetri Volturi and soulmate reader story? They have a hybrid baby or babies.

Hey and apologies that story was only a one shot, I didn’t have in mind to create a sequel for it or anything other then that one story

#ask reply #answered asks #ask me anything #ask #thanks for the ask!#ask response

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Hello. Can you write for Yandere Brother Day (Cleon xiii) and female reader? The reader may have come from another planet as a guest or diplomat.

❝outworldly visitor❞

✭ pairing : yandere brother day cleon xii x reader

✭ fandom : foundation

✭ summary : she was a outwardly goddess, here to bless all those that fall beneath her feet. At least that’s how he looked at her, he would kill for her, if it made her smile, he would live for her, just to be beside her at every wakening and resting moment, but most of all he would die for her if it meant she would finally see him as her lover.

✭ authors note : lol I still have no clue who this man is :)

✭ yandere masterlist

In the farthest reaches of the cosmos, on the peculiar planet known as Trantor, resided a being unlike any other. Cleon XII, or Brother Day as he was often called, was a complex personality, one that straddled the fine line between love and madness. His reputation was a paradox; some revered him, while others feared him, all for the same reason – his affections were as intense as his wrath.

One day, as Cleon XII strolled through the surreal landscapes of his celestial realm, he felt an unexplained shift in the cosmic tides. It was an unearthly sensation, entirely foreign to him, drawing his attention to an indistinct point on the horizon.

As he approached the source of this mystifying disturbance, his eyes fell upon a sight that left him utterly astounded. There, amidst the radiant tapestry of stars and cosmic phenomena, stood a figure unlike any he had ever encountered.

The person that he was staring at happened to be named (Y/N), and she was a goddess in every sense of the word. Her skin, as dark and rich as the deepest chocolate, seemed to shimmer with the brilliance of a thousand stars. Her hair flowed in ebony waves, cascading down her back like a cascade of shadows. Her very presence radiated an otherworldly charm, and her eyes, mysterious and profound, held the secrets of the universe.

But it was not just her captivating appearance that held Cleon XII in thrall. Her hips, generously wide, hinted at strength and fertility, as if they could bear him healthy heirs for generations to come. Her mere existence seemed to bestow blessings upon all who fell beneath her gaze, and Cleon XII was no exception.

The moment his eyes locked onto her, an overwhelming obsession ignited within him, a fervor that threatened to consume his very essence. He watched her move gracefully through the celestial realm, her footsteps leaving trails of stardust in her wake.

For Cleon XII, this ethereal visitor was more than just a blessing; she was a mystery that beckoned him into her enigmatic embrace. His fixation was instantaneous, a revelation that would push the boundaries of love and madness on a planet where reality and desire were intertwined in a delicate dance.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), her arrival had forever altered the course of Cleon XII’s life.

Cleon XII, with an air of calculated intimidation, strode towards (Y/N) with his entourage of guards trailing behind him. His steps echoed through the cosmic realm as he approached the enigmatic goddess. His presence alone demanded attention, as though the very fabric of reality bowed to his whims.

With an icy tone, Cleon XII questioned, "Who are you, and what brings you to Trantor?"

(Y/N), poised and composed, met his gaze with an unwavering calm. "I am (Y/N), a wanderer of the cosmos," she replied, her voice as serene as a tranquil nebula. "I found myself here after a crash landing."

Cleon XII's eyes narrowed, and his brow furrowed, his mind racing with a storm of emotions beneath his stoic facade. He was the protector of his realm, the guardian of its order, and now this mysterious event had disrupted his carefully balanced world.

Without hesitation, he commanded his guards, his voice carrying an undertone of seething rage, "Take her to the medical examiner. I want to know the extent of her injuries."

As (Y/N) was escorted away, still calm and collected on the surface, Cleon XII burned with an internal fury. His sudden obsession with this celestial goddess had ignited a protective instinct within him, it was quick and raw and so very sudden, it almost let out a primal urge to safeguard her at any cost. He couldn't bear the thought of any harm befalling her.

As he watched her being led away, thoughts swirled in his mind. Who had dared to hurt his goddess, even inadvertently? He vowed that he would find answers, and if anyone had caused her harm, they would face his wrath, a wrath that knew no bounds.

With measured patience, Cleon XII made his way to the medical laboratory, the echoes of his purposeful steps resonating through the halls. As he entered, the staff turned their attention to him, their expressions a mix of reverence and trepidation.

"How is she?" Cleon XII inquired, his tone laced with concern, though his eyes betrayed a simmering impatience.

The chief medical officer stepped forward, nervously wringing their hands. "Your Highness, her injuries are relatively minor. Just some slight bruises and marks from the fall. Nothing that can't be healed with time."

Cleon XII's mask of composure wavered for an instant, his mind aflame with discontent. Inwardly, he seethed, questioning the competence of the very healers he had entrusted with her care. His goddess should have been immaculate, untarnished by any trace of harm.

Yet, externally, he maintained a façade of calm. His voice remained measured as he replied, "That's good. I'm glad to hear that she isn't too injured." He couldn't afford to reveal his inner turmoil, not when he needed to ensure her safety above all else.

Cleon XII’s obsession with (Y/N) only intensified with this revelation. He vowed to himself that he would personally oversee her recovery, ensuring that she emerged from this ordeal unscathed. As he left the medical laboratory, his thoughts churned with a dangerous determination to protect the enigmatic goddess who had become the center of his universe.

Days passed, and (Y/N)'s injuries began to heal. Her celestial beauty, though initially marred by the bruises and marks of her crash landing, was gradually restored to its otherworldly perfection. She had regained her strength, and the time had come for her to leave Cleon XII's planet.

As (Y/N) contemplated her departure, Cleon XII was filled with a profound sense of unease. He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving, not after she had become the focal point of his existence. His obsession had grown stronger with each passing day, and the idea of her absence was unbearable.

Approaching her with a charming smile, Cleon XII said, "I'm delighted to see you recovering so well, (Y/N). But you know, you haven't had the chance to truly explore my planet. There are wonders to behold, and our people in the nearby village would be honored to meet you."

(Y/N), thoughtful and kind-hearted, considered his words. She had indeed been preoccupied with her recovery and had not had the opportunity to explore the mysteries of this celestial realm. She felt a sense of duty to repay the kindness she had received.

"I suppose I could stay a bit longer," she conceded, her smile as warm as a distant sun. "I wouldn't want to miss out on the chance to learn more about your world and its people."

Cleon XII's heart soared with elation, his carefully woven web of persuasion drawing her closer to him. He knew that he needed more time to deepen her connection to his realm, to make her a permanent fixture in his life. A welcome ceremony would solidify her presence on Trantor, and he had no intention of letting her slip away.

"Excellent," Cleon XII replied with a smug satisfaction, "We will arrange a grand welcome ceremony in your honor. You'll see, (Y/N), Trantor has much to offer, and you won't regret staying a bit longer."

Little did (Y/N) know that she had unwittingly fallen into the clutches of a being consumed by obsession. Cleon XII’s determination to keep her on his planet had only just begun, and he would stop at nothing to ensure that she remained by his side, forever.

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❝corny lines wins the girl❞

✭ pairing : rory keaner x reader

✭ fandom : my babysitters a vampire

✭ summary : sure rory’s looks changed since becoming a vampire, he’s got a bit more muscular and he grew a few inches but he was still the same the old geeky rory, a bad flirt with even worse pick up lines, turns out some people are into that kinda thing.

✭ authors note : i definitely had a crush on this boy back when I watched disney

Rory Keaner had always been the quintessential nerd. With his mop of unruly brown hair, glasses that constantly slid down his nose, and an obsession with all things sci-fi and fantasy, he was a familiar face at Whitechapel High School. But there was something different about him now, something that caught the attention of his best friends, Ethan and Benny.

Since being turned into a vampire, Rory had undergone some changes. He'd grown a few inches taller, and his once lanky frame had filled out with a hint of muscle. He still wore his nerdy graphic tees and carried around his trusty backpack filled with books, but there was an air of confidence about him that hadn't been there before. Vampirism had its perks, it seemed.

One sunny morning, as Rory, Ethan, and Benny made their way through the crowded school halls, a hush fell over the students. Heads turned, and whispers of excitement rippled through the crowd. Rory followed their gazes and froze in his tracks.

There, standing near the lockers, was a girl he had never seen before. Her name was (Y/N), and she was a vision of beauty. Long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that seemed like it belonged in a fashion magazine. Her eyes sparkled with an indescribable allure, and her smile could have lit up the darkest of nights.

Rory's heart skipped a beat as he watched her. He couldn't tear his eyes away. She was the kind of girl who seemed to belong to a different world, a world far removed from the one he inhabited. But that didn't stop him from hoping.

Ethan and Benny exchanged knowing glances, and Benny couldn't help but tease his friend. "Rory, buddy, I hate to break it to you, but she's way out of your league."

Ethan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, man, she's like a movie star or something. What chance do you think you have?"

Rory couldn't help but smile, a newfound determination in his eyes. "You'll never get anywhere in life if you don't try," he said with a shrug. "Besides, you never know until you take a chance."

With that, he walked over towards (Y/N), determined to introduce himself and see where this unexpected encounter might lead.

Rory took a deep breath and leaned casually against the locker next to (Y/N)'s. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this, but there was a newfound confidence coursing through his veins. Clearing his throat nervously, he turned to her and flashed a somewhat awkward smile.

"Hey there," he began, trying to sound smooth but failing slightly. "I'm Rory. Rory Keaner."

(Y/N) looked at him, her lips curling into a faint smile as she glanced up from her book. "Nice to meet you, Rory. I'm (Y/N)."

Rory's heart raced, but he pressed on, determined not to back down now. He took a deep breath and delivered a classic, albeit corny, pickup line, "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

(Y/N) chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "No," she replied with a playful smirk. "But I did cut up my hands and knees a bit crawling up from hell."

Rory grinned, relieved that she was playing along. "Well," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "that must be why my heart's on fire for you."

(Y/N) burst into laughter, her melodious giggles filling the hallway. It was a response Rory hadn't expected, but it was music to his ears. He couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at her reaction.

"You certainly have a way with words, Rory," (Y/N) said, still laughing. "I have to admit, that was a good comeback."

Rory blushed, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with his vampire abilities. "Thanks," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "So, do you come here often? I mean, to this locker, I mean...not that I'm stalking you or anything!"

(Y/N) laughed again, this time more gently. "No worries, Rory. I just moved here, so this is my first day. I guess we're locker neighbors now."

Rory's heart soared. He couldn't believe his luck. "Well, in that case, welcome to Whitechapel High, (Y/N). If you ever need help finding your way around or just someone to talk to, I'm your guy."

(Y/N) smiled warmly at him, and for a brief moment, the bustling school hallway faded away, leaving just the two of them. It was the start of something new, and Rory couldn't wait to see where this unexpected encounter would lead.

Rory's world seemed to revolve around (Y/N) from the moment they met. Fate, or perhaps a dash of daring, had brought them together, and he couldn't have been happier. In the days that followed their first encounter, Rory found himself sitting next to (Y/N) in most of their classes. He was determined to make her smile, even if it meant bombarding her with corny pickup lines.

In their English class, he leaned over and whispered, "Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're Cu-Te."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. "Well, you must be a vampire because that line was pretty dead," she replied, her tone teasing.

Rory couldn't help but chuckle at her clever response. He wasn't used to someone who could match his wit. Meanwhile, Ethan or Benny, who happened to be in the same class, watched the exchange in disbelief. They couldn't understand how their nerdy friend had become so bold and charming.

During chemistry, Rory leaned closer and said, "If you were a compound, you'd be sodium chloride because you're salty but essential."

(Y/N) laughed softly, shaking her head. "Nice try, but I think I'd be more like helium. Rare, mysterious, and you can never really hold onto it."

Ethan or Benny, depending on the class, nudged Rory and whispered, "Dude, I can't believe you're doing this. And she's actually enjoying it!"

Rory gave a proud, albeit somewhat smug, grin as he continued his pursuit. In history class, he leaned over again and asked, "Do you believe in time travel? Because every time I look at you, time seems to stand still."

(Y/N) let out a small giggle. "Well, good sir, you may have just created a time paradox."

As the school days passed, the playful banter between Rory and (Y/N) continued. It was a unique connection that neither of them had expected. Rory found himself looking forward to each class they shared, eager to see what clever retort Y/N would come up with next.

Ethan and Benny remained astonished by the transformation of their friend, unable to believe how he had captured the attention and humor of such an enchanting girl. It was as if Rory had found his own magical potion, and it came in the form of witty pickup lines and a girl who appreciated them.

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #rory keaner #rory keaner x reader #rory keaner x you #rory keaner x y/n #rory keaner imagine #rory keaner imagines #my babysitters a vampire x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire x you #my babysitters a vampire x y/n #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire imagines

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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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Hello. Can you write yandere Brother Day (Cleon xiii) headcanons ? Please

A yandere Cleon XIII, based on the concept of a yandere personality, might act in the following ways:

1. Obsessive Love : Cleon XIII would have an intense, almost obsessive love for someone, potentially a romantic interest or an object of fixation.

2. Possessiveness : He would be extremely possessive of the person he loves, wanting them all to himself and becoming jealous of anyone who comes close to them.

3. Protectiveness : He might go to great lengths to protect the person he loves, even resorting to violence or manipulation if he perceives a threat to the relationship.

4. Manipulative Behavior : Cleon XIII might use emotional manipulation tactics to control and maintain the affection and loyalty of the person he loves, such as guilt-tripping, gaslighting, or other forms of emotional coercion.

5. Isolation : He could try to isolate the person from their friends and family to ensure they are completely dependent on him.

6. Stalking : In extreme cases, a yandere might engage in stalking behavior to monitor the person's every move.

The sun cast long shadows as Cleon XIII walked through the crowded streets of the city, his heart pounding with anticipation. He had heard whispers, seen glimpses, and every sign pointed to one person who had become the singular focus of his obsession - (Y/N). He couldn't bear the thought of anyone else being near them, let alone stealing their attention away from him. And so, he had to meet them, to make sure they knew he existed.

As Cleon turned a corner, he spotted a familiar face in the distance. His pulse quickened, and his breath caught in his throat. There they were, (Y/N), the object of his fervent desires. They were walking gracefully, a gentle smile gracing their lips as they chatted with a friend. Cleon's heart ached with both jealousy and longing.

He couldn't help but follow them discreetly, his steps falling in line with theirs. Cleon kept his distance, hidden in the shadows, but his eyes never left (Y/N). His fixation on them was all-consuming, and he knew he had to devise a plan to make them notice him.

Minutes turned into hours as he trailed (Y/N), learning their habits, their routines, and the people they associated with. Cleon's determination to protect (Y/N) from anyone who might threaten their connection only grew stronger. He couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking their attention away from him.

Finally, the opportunity he had been waiting for arrived. (Y/N) had separated from their friend and was now walking alone, headed toward a quiet park. Cleon knew this was his chance, his moment to introduce himself and make sure (Y/N) understood how deep his affections ran.

With each step, Cleon's heart pounded louder, a mixture of excitement and anxiety coursing through him. He approached (Y/N) cautiously, rehearsing what he would say in his mind, trying to appear as charming and non-threatening as possible.

As he drew closer, he cleared his throat and greeted them with a polite smile. "(Y/N), isn't it?" he said, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

(Y/N) turned to look at him, surprise flickering in their eyes as they nodded in confirmation. "Yes, that's me. Do I know you?"

Cleon took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving (Y/N)'s. "No, we haven't met formally, but I've been watching you for a while. You see, (Y/N), I've been captivated by you from the moment I laid eyes on you. You're the most extraordinary person I've ever seen, and I couldn't resist the urge to finally introduce myself."

As Cleon XIII poured his heart out to (Y/N), he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. He was obsessed, possessive, and utterly convinced that they were meant to be together, no matter what it took.

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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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Yandere Aemon Targaryen ( Jaehaerys 1 son)

❝you and I will rule together❞

✭ pairing : yandere aemon targaryen x reader

✭ fandom : game of thrones

✭ summary : aemon targaryen is a known as the ruthless prince and it’s a wonder to the people how he managed to get with a sweet young women such as (y/n), wherever she goes, he lurks in the background watching her every move.

✭ authors note : yeo I turnt his picture around and now it’s fucking with me 😭

✭ yandere masterlist

In the realm of Westeros, tales of the Targaryens had always been shrouded in mystery and intrigue. Stories of dragons, madness, and power were whispered through the halls of King's Landing. Yet, amidst the legends and blood feuds, one Targaryen stood out in a different way - Prince Aemon Targaryen.

Aemon Targaryen was known throughout the Seven Kingdoms as the Ruthless Prince. His demeanor was cold and calculating, his words sharper than Valyrian steel. His reputation for cunning, ambition, and a ruthless determination to achieve his goals preceded him wherever he went. Many pondered how such a man could ever find solace in the arms of a woman, especially one with a reputation as sweet and gentle as his wife, (Y/N).

(Y/N) was a stark contrast to her husband in every way imaginable. Her smile was a beacon of warmth in a world that seemed perpetually shrouded in shadows. Her kindness and compassion had won the hearts of all who had the privilege of knowing her. But what truly puzzled the court and commoners alike was how Prince Aemon, the feared and obsessed protector of his wife, could ever have found love in the first place.

Their union had been a source of endless fascination, for Aemon had always been notorious for his affairs and dalliances. He had indulged in passionate liaisons with countless women, including his younger niece, before the day he married (Y/N). Yet, as soon as their wedding vows were exchanged, a transformation occurred. Aemon's infidelity ceased, and the relentless pursuit of his desires turned towards his wife.

It was said that he had been obsessed with her long before their marriage, though few dared to speak of it openly. Some whispered that he had been captivated by her ethereal beauty, her radiant kindness, and her unwavering loyalty to him. Others believed that it was something darker, an obsession that consumed him entirely, making him willing to forsake all others for her.

Regardless of the reasons behind their union, one thing was certain: Aemon Targaryen was fiercely protective of his wife, (Y/N). Wherever she went, he was never far behind, though often he remained concealed in the shadows, lurking like a silent sentinel. It was as though he believed himself to be her unseen guardian, sworn to protect her from any harm that might befall her.

The courtiers of King's Landing often gossiped about the strange relationship between the Ruthless Prince and his sweet wife. Some speculated that he kept her locked away in their chambers, a delicate bird in a gilded cage. Others claimed to have witnessed tender moments between the two, glimpses of a love that defied the prince's reputation.

As the tales of Prince Aemon and (Y/N) continued to unfold, it became clear that their union was far more complex and enigmatic than anyone could have imagined. The Ruthless Prince had indeed been tamed, but the reasons behind this transformation remained hidden, buried beneath layers of secrecy, obsession, and the shadows that clung to them both.

The court of King's Landing was always abuzz with rumors and speculation about Prince Aemon and his sweet wife, (Y/N). Some said that their marriage was nothing more than a strategic alliance, a move to solidify power and alliances in the ever-shifting game of thrones. Others believed that there was something deeper, something hidden beneath the surface.

(Y/N) moved gracefully through the courtly affairs, her gentle smile lighting up even the darkest corners of the Red Keep. She was a beloved figure among the nobility and commoners alike, known for her charitable deeds and her ability to bring a sense of calm to the chaos of the capital.

But as beloved as she was, there was always a lingering unease whenever the conversation turned to her husband. Aemon Targaryen was a man of sharp edges and unpredictable moods. His obsession with (Y/N) was undeniable, and it was often the source of hushed whispers among the courtiers.

Whenever she attended social gatherings or events, Aemon's presence was felt, if not seen. He remained hidden in the shadows, a vigilant guardian who watched over his wife with unwavering devotion. Some found his protectiveness endearing, a testament to the depths of his love. Others couldn't help but feel a shiver of discomfort at the way he loomed, unseen but ever-present.

Aemon's transformation from a notorious philanderer to a devoted husband had been abrupt and mysterious. It was as though a switch had been flipped on the day they were wed, and his former pursuits were cast aside. No longer did he entertain the company of other women, no longer did he engage in reckless liaisons that had once been the talk of the court.

The court's intrigue only deepened as time passed. (Y/N) seemed content in her role as the beloved wife of the Ruthless Prince, but there were moments when glimpses of unease flickered in her eyes. Those who were closest to her noticed the subtle changes in her demeanor, the way her laughter sometimes sounded forced, and the hints of sadness that occasionally clouded her bright spirit.

As the court's whispers grew louder, one question remained unanswered: What had driven Aemon Targaryen, the Ruthless Prince, to forsake his past and become the shadowy protector of (Y/N)? What secrets lay beneath the surface of their marriage, and what price had been paid for their union?

The sun hung high in the sky as (Y/N) strolled through the bustling marketplace of King's Landing, her heartlighter than usual. The aroma of exotic spices, the calls of vendors haggling, and the vibrant colors of fabrics and trinkets surrounded her. Despite the lively scene, there was a persistent absence by her side, a shadow that never strayed too far.

"Sweet King," she whispered, her voice gentle as a summer breeze. It was the affectionate nickname she had bestowed upon her husband, Prince Aemon. She paused her steps, glancing over her shoulder towards the concealed figure lurking among the crowds. "Would you come out from the shadows and walk beside me today?"

Aemon hesitated, his silver hair concealed beneath a hood as he observed his wife from afar. He had always been vigilant, his eyes sharp and wary. But at her request, he reluctantly emerged from the shadows, his presence sending ripples of unease through the marketplace.

His tall figure materialized beside (Y/N), and for a moment, the people of King's Landing seemed to hold their breath. The Ruthless Prince, now visible in the daylight, was an imposing sight. But as his wife took his arm, her smile warm and welcoming, some of the tension dissipated.

As they strolled through the market, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. Her husband had a reputation as the ultimate protector, a guardian that lurked in the darkness. Yet today, he had yielded to her request, stepping into the light by her side.

Amidst the stalls and vendors, (Y/N) stopped at a jewelry merchant's cart, her eyes sparkling as she admired a delicate necklace adorned with sapphires. She exchanged a few words with the merchant and handed over a few coins, and he, in turn, reached out to give her the purchased item.

Aemon's watchful eyes never left her, even for a moment. He saw the merchant's hand brush against (Y/N)'s as he handed her the necklace, a seemingly innocent gesture of transaction. But to Aemon, it was an intrusion, an unwarranted touch that sent a jolt of anger through him.

Later, in the privacy of their chambers, Aemon summoned the merchant who had dared to touch his wife. The man, trembling with fear, stood before the Ruthless Prince, unaware of the storm that was about to descend upon him.

With a swift, merciless stroke, Aemon ordered the man's hand to be severed, a gruesome punishment for what he had perceived as an act of disrespect towards his beloved (Y/N). The merchant cried out in agony, his life forever altered.

When (Y/N) came to her husband with questions in her eyes, her voice trembling with concern, Aemon held her close, his arms a shield around her. "My perfect little dove," he murmured, his voice soft but filled with an underlying intensity. "I saw that man doing something unspeakable with his hands before he touched you. I couldn't let him near you."

(Y/N) was mildly horrified by the brutality of her husband's response, but she didn't doubt his words. She had always trusted Aemon's judgment, even when his actions seemed extreme. Nestled in his protective embrace, she nodded and whispered, "I know you'll always keep me safe, Sweet King."

The enigmatic shadows that clung to their marriage deepened, and the secrets that bound them together remained hidden from the prying eyes of the court. As they held each other close, Prince Aemon and his sweet wife (Y/N) faced a future filled with uncertainties, their devotion to each other stronger than ever, and their love veiled in mystery.

Late that day, as the moonlight gently cascaded through the curtains, Aemon lay beside his wife, watching her peaceful slumber. He couldn't help but be captivated by the delicate contours of her face, tracing his fingers softly over her features.

Whispering tenderly, he shared his deepest promises, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. "I'll always be there for you, no matter what," he murmured, his words filled with unwavering devotion. "When I am king, you will rule beside me as queen, sharing in the power and responsibilities that come with it."

His heart swelled with affection as he imagined a future where she stood by his side, their love a beacon of strength and unity. "By my side is your rightful place, your birthright," he continued, his hand resting gently on her stomach, envisioning a time when it would be rounded with their heirs.

In that moment, the room seemed to hold an air of anticipation, as if the dreams they shared were on the brink of becoming reality. Aemon's mind raced with thoughts of the legacy they would create together, a dynasty built on love and unity.

As he watched her breathing steady and calm, he felt a surge of gratitude for the woman lying beside him. She was not only his partner in life but also the embodiment of everything he held dear. Her strength, grace, and unwavering support were the foundations upon which his dreams were built.

With a gentle touch, he pressed his lips against her forehead, sealing his promises with a silent vow. In that quiet moment, Aemon knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, he would face them with unwavering determination. For his wife, his love, and the future they would forge together, he would give his all.

As sleep finally began to claim him, Aemon held her close, cherishing the warmth and comfort they found in each other's embrace. The night was filled with whispered dreams and the tender hopes of a future that seemed closer than ever before.

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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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How y’all fill up my request box that quick 😭 had to shut that down quick. Seems this finna be a regular thing huh

#shut down ask box #requests #filled up ask box

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⬈ one shots ⬉

family ties / alec volturi x reader x jane volturi

you’re our soulmate darling / demetri volturi x reader x felix volturi

you are mine for eternity / cleon xii x reader

a new spider in my web / miguel o’hara x reader

hidden away from preying eyes / demetri volturi x reader x felix volturi

from the darkness the light exposes itself / poly volturi kings x reader

here for a good time not a long time / aro volturi x reader

our little fairy / poly volturi kings x reader

please don’t take our sunshine away / poly volturi kings x reader

you and I will rule together / aemon targaryen x reader

outworldly visitor / cleon xii x reader

a yandere’s obsession / klaus mikaelson x reader

⬈ headcanons ⬉

yandere demetri volturi headcanon

ranking yandere volturi members headcanon

yandere cleon xiii headcanon

yandere klaus mikaelson with a human partner headcanon

how the volturi would act with a yandere member

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere masterlist #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere imagines

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Yandere Jane and Alec Volturi and older sister.

❝family ties❞

✭ pairing : yandere jane volturi x unnamed reader x yandere alec volturi

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : jane and alec are possessive over their only remaining family member but it’s becoming too much and she wants to leave, unfortunately they won’t let that happen.

✭ twilight masterlist 2

Within the ancient and mysterious halls of the Volturi castle, the air was heavy with a sense of foreboding. In the heart of the coven's ruling family, there existed a sinister trio of siblings - Jane, Alec, and their older sister, whose name was seldom whispered in the castle's shadowed corridors.

Jane and Alec, the infamous twins with their eerie abilities, were known throughout the vampire world for their cruelty and devotion to Aro's cause. Their yandere tendencies had turned them into merciless enforcers, but their obsession with their older sister was an open secret among the Volturi.

Their older sister, whose name had long been erased from official records, was a shadowy figure within the coven. She had once been a fierce protector of her younger siblings, but something had gone horribly wrong. She had become their obsession, the object of their darkest desires.

Jane's obsession with her older sister was rooted in a twisted need for approval and attention. She would go to great lengths to please her, often using her painful gift to torment those who dared to oppose their family. The thought of anyone coming between her and her sister filled Jane with a burning rage that knew no bounds.

Alec, on the other hand, was equally obsessed but expressed his devotion in a more subtle manner. He used his power to create an aura of irresistible attraction around their sister, making it impossible for anyone to resist her. He was always lurking in the shadows, ready to eliminate anyone who posed a threat to their sibling bond.

Their older sister, aware of their intense fixation on her, walked a delicate tightrope. She had lost herself in the dangerous dance of her siblings' affections, fearing both their relentless devotion and their unpredictable wrath.

As the days turned into years, the Volturi castle became a dark and twisted labyrinth of desire and obsession. The siblings' bond, once built on love and loyalty, had warped into a tangled web of possessiveness and torment. And within this volatile family dynamic, the older sister remained trapped, a pawn in their relentless game of yandere devotion.

The Volturi castle, shrouded in secrecy, concealed the dark drama that unfolded within its ancient walls. The older sister walked a treacherous path, constantly balancing her siblings' affections while trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy within the coven. Her own desires and dreams had long been sacrificed on the altar of her family's obsessions.

Jane's yandere tendencies became more pronounced with each passing day. She'd seek moments alone with her older sister, her eyes a mix of desperation and possessiveness. "You know you're the only one who truly understands me," she'd whisper, her voice laced with a chilling sincerity.

Alec's influence was equally potent. He'd subtly manipulate situations to ensure his sister's undivided attention. Those who dared to approach her too closely found themselves inexplicably drawn away, as if caught in an invisible web of his making.

Amidst the chaos of their twisted dynamics, the older sister found solace in fleeting moments of clarity. She longed for the sibling bond they once shared, the laughter and camaraderie that had been lost to their obsessions. But breaking free from her siblings' grasp seemed impossible; any attempt to distance herself was met with unfathomable anger and cruelty.

The Volturi coven, under Aro's rule, remained oblivious to the storm brewing within their ruling family. The older sister's pain and desperation remained hidden beneath her stoic facade, as she struggled to navigate the treacherous waters of her siblings' yandere love.

As time marched on, the older sister faced an agonizing decision. She could continue to be a pawn in her siblings' twisted game, or she could attempt to break free and forge her own path, even if it meant defying the Volturi's most formidable enforcers. But with every passing day, the cost of such a decision grew increasingly steep, and the fate of the Volturi siblings hung in the balance, suspended between love and obsession, loyalty and betrayal.

The tension within the Volturi castle grew more palpable with each passing night. The older sister's inner turmoil had reached a breaking point, caught between her siblings' yandere love and her own desire for freedom and autonomy.

Jane's obsession had escalated to alarming levels. She'd often corner her sister in secluded chambers, her crimson eyes filled with a manic devotion. "You can't leave me," she'd whisper, her voice tinged with desperation. Her power, once a means of protecting their family, had become a weapon of torment, a tool she used to ensure her sister's compliance.

Alec's influence remained insidious, his power constantly at work to keep their sister within his orbit. His manipulations extended beyond their immediate interactions, subtly controlling her relationships with other members of the coven. Anyone who showed her kindness or friendship found themselves inexplicably drawn away, isolated and alone.

Despite their overwhelming presence, the older sister yearned for a sense of agency in her life. She longed to be free from her siblings' suffocating grip, to explore the world beyond the Volturi castle. But the fear of their wrath held her back, like an invisible chain that bound her to her yandere siblings.

One fateful night, as the moon cast eerie shadows through the castle's corridors, the older sister decided to take a bold step. She gathered her courage and confronted Jane and Alec in the grand hall, her voice trembling but resolute.

"I can't live like this anymore," she declared, her gaze shifting between her obsessed siblings. "I need my own life, my own choices."

The twins' reactions were immediate and intense. Jane's eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a snarl. "You belong to us," she hissed, her power crackling in the air. "You can't abandon your family."

Alec's expression remained eerily calm, but his voice held a chilling undercurrent of threat. "Think carefully, dear sister," he murmured. "Are you willing to risk everything for a taste of freedom?"

The older sister's heart raced, torn between the love she once had for her siblings and the burning desire to break free from their yandere grasp. Her decision would have profound consequences, not only for herself but for the Volturi coven as a whole. As the castle's ancient walls seemed to close in around her, she knew that the path she chose would shape her destiny in ways she could scarcely imagine.

The grand hall of the Volturi castle seemed to hold its breath as the older sister stood her ground, her resolve wavering under the weight of her siblings' intense gazes. In that pivotal moment, she felt the echoes of their shared past and the cruel reality of their present obsessions.

Jane's power crackled, ready to be unleashed in a storm of agony. The older sister knew that defying her would come at a painful cost, yet the yearning for autonomy burned brighter within her.

Alec's subtle manipulations were equally potent, but his influence extended beyond the confines of his power. He had always been the calm strategist, and his words carried a chilling warning that lingered in the air.

The older sister took a step forward, her voice shaking but determined. "I love you both, but this isn't love anymore. It's possession, and I can't allow it to consume me."

Jane's fury erupted like a tempest, her power sweeping toward her sister. But before it could make contact, a firm hand grasped her arm, halting her attack. Aro, the ancient leader of the Volturi, had arrived, his eyes reflecting an odd mix of curiosity and concern.

"Enough, my dear Jane," Aro said, his voice silencing the room. "Let us hear what our sister has to say."

The older sister's heart pounded as she explained her yearning for independence, for a life beyond the walls of the Volturi castle. Aro, ever the astute observer, considered her words carefully.

"Family loyalty is paramount, my child," Aro finally replied, his tone measured. "But so is personal growth and happiness. Perhaps it's time for a compromise."

Aro's words hung in the air, a ray of hope amidst the darkness of the Volturi's obsessions. The older sister couldn't believe her ears—could there truly be a way to find balance between her love for her siblings and her desire for freedom?

As the Volturi coven watched in anticipation, the fate of the siblings hung in the balance, teetering between the crushing weight of yandere obsession and the possibility of a new, more balanced future.

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Poly

Yandere Felix Volturi and soulmate reader and yandere Demetri Volturi.

❝you’re our soulmate darling❞

✭ pairing : yandere demetri volturi x soulmate reader x yandere felix volturi

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : demetri and felix have found their soulmate in a human girl named (y/n), it was believed that vampires didn’t have soulmates though some argued that mates were vampire soulmates.

✭ twilight masterlist 2

In the dimly lit corridors of the Volturi castle, Felix and Demetri, two of the most formidable members of the vampire coven, went about their duties as usual. Their crimson eyes scanning for any signs of intrusion, they were the protectors of the Volturi's ancient laws, and their loyalty to Aro was unwavering.

However, on this particular evening, something unusual was in the air. The castle seemed to hum with an underlying tension, and the normally stoic Demetri was more alert than ever. Felix, on the other hand, was curiously intrigued, his gaze flickering toward the entrance as if expecting something or someone.

And then, she walked in.

(Y/n) entered the castle with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. She had heard of the Volturi's reputation, and the legends surrounding them had always been a source of fascination. A young human with an undeniable sense of adventure, she had embarked on a journey to Volterra, Italy, without fully comprehending the gravity of her actions.

Her heart raced as she took in the opulence of the Volturi's stronghold, unaware that her arrival had already caught the attention of its most enigmatic residents. Her scent, a tantalizing blend of innocence and fear, reached the heightened senses of Felix and Demetri simultaneously.

As their eyes locked onto her form, something within them stirred—a deep and primal possessiveness they had never experienced before. They exchanged a knowing glance, and a silent understanding passed between them. This was no ordinary human; she was their soulmate, and they would do anything to protect and possess her.

But in their twisted world, love often took a dark and obsessive form. Felix's yandere tendencies had long been a source of fear among the Volturi, and Demetri, with his ability to track anyone instantly, was equally relentless in his pursuit. Together, they were a formidable force, and they were ready to claim (y/n) as their own.

As days turned into weeks, (y/n) found herself ensnared in a web of intrigue within the Volturi castle. Her initial trepidation had given way to a strange mix of fear and fascination, especially whenever she encountered Felix and Demetri.

Felix, with his broad shoulders and disarming smile, often appeared by her side, making sure she was comfortable in this ancient abode. His obsession with her was palpable, though he managed to keep it hidden beneath a veneer of charm. Every conversation, every touch, was calculated to draw her closer to him, to make her dependent on his presence.

Demetri, on the other hand, was a master of subtlety. He watched her from the shadows, his piercing gaze never leaving her for long. His ability to read her thoughts, her desires, and her fears gave him an unfair advantage, one he used to manipulate her emotions.

One evening, as (y/n) wandered through the castle's labyrinthine halls, she felt a presence behind her, an almost magnetic pull. She turned to find Demetri standing there, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

"Lost, my dear?" he purred, his voice a hypnotic melody.

"I...I was just exploring," she stammered, feeling a shiver run down her spine. There was something undeniably captivating about him, something that both terrified and intrigued her.

Felix's approach was far less subtle. He'd often join her for meals in the grand dining hall, positioning himself close enough that their legs brushed beneath the table. His intense, unwavering gaze was impossible to ignore, and his occasional possessive touches sent a shiver through her.

The more time she spent with Felix and Demetri, the more entangled she became in their dark, twisted desires. They whispered promises of protection and love, their words a seductive siren song that threatened to drown her in their obsession.

But (y/n) couldn't deny the dangerous allure of the Volturi duo. She was drawn to their power, their mysterious ways, and the undeniable connection that seemed to bind them all. Little did she know that her choices would soon lead to a point of no return, where her fate would be forever entwined with the Volturi, and the line between love and possession would blur beyond recognition.

As the weeks continued on, and (y/n)'s life in the Volturi castle settled into a dark and twisted routine. She found herself drawn further into the enigmatic world of Felix and Demetri, unable to resist the allure of their power and obsession.

Her relationship with the duo grew more complicated with each passing day. Felix's possessive tendencies became increasingly apparent. He'd watch her sleep, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he whispered sweet promises of eternal devotion into her dreams. His touch became possessive, his need to have her by his side at all times growing insatiable.

Demetri's subtle manipulation was just as potent. He knew her thoughts, her fears, and her desires, using his gift to create a sense of dependency within her. He'd appear at the most unexpected moments, his presence a constant reminder of the inescapable hold he had on her mind.

One evening, (y/n) found herself alone with Demetri in the castle's ancient library. The dimly lit room seemed to hold secrets of centuries past, and the atmosphere was thick with tension.

"You know," Demetri began, his voice low and intimate, "I can feel your every thought, your every heartbeat."

(Y/n) couldn't help but shiver at his words, her eyes locked onto his. "What do you want from me?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Everything," he replied, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek. "Your thoughts, your dreams, your soul. You're mine, (y/n), whether you like it or not."

Meanwhile, Felix's obsession had reached a dangerous climax. He'd stopped pretending to be subtle, openly declaring his desire to make her his forever. His presence was inescapable, and he seemed to be everywhere she turned.

One night, as she tried to escape the suffocating hold of the duo, she found herself trapped in a dark corridor. Felix cornered her, his eyes blazing with an unsettling mix of desire and possessiveness.

"You can't run from me, (y/n)," he hissed, his fangs dangerously close to her throat. "You're ours, you’re demetri’s but most of all you’re mine, and I'll do anything to keep you."

The line between love and possession had blurred beyond recognition, and (y/n) was caught in a dangerous game where escape seemed impossible. Her fate was now firmly intertwined with the Volturi duo, and as the days grew darker, the price of their obsession became increasingly apparent.

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