#Voltera

[kakusboyfriend]

I know what hell feels like now. by the way.

[impact-newswire]

Voltera develops, owns, and operates strategically located, fit-for-purpose refueling facilities to enable ZEV deployment and operation at scale.

[kiiwiigii]

Misunderstandings

Alec x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader is under the impression that her mate, Alec, wants nothing to do with her. He decides to prove her wrong.

Warnings:

Smutty, smut, smut, smut

Blood kink

Dom/Sub vibes

Alec speaking in Italian

I suck at summaries.

Word Count: 3,499

A/N: Requested by the ever lovely @rosedpetal Alec isn't as dark as I wanted him to be, but there's always next time. *wink, wink*

I remember the moment our eyes met. That luscious pull, full of want and desire. A red string of fate, pulling and pulling until finally, we were right there before each other. I had heard of him, of course. The witch twins had quite the reputation in the vampire world, just how they liked to keep it. 

He simply stared, slightly taken aback and just as surprised as I was. To top it off, we were on opposite sides of what could have easily become a battlefield. I had been called in as a witness for the Cullens. I was somewhat of an anomaly. Only one of three known human and vampire hybrids, including Bella and Edward's child.  

When Aro had extended his hand, it was all over. I was kindly invited to stay in Voltera, with Alec. Everyone was well aware of the fact that the invitation was more of an order, and I accepted. I had wanted to be near him anyways. Who wouldn't want to be near their mate? 

Well, apparently mine. 

I had been here for nearly three months, and he avoided me like the plague. 

When we did speak, our conversations were short and stilted, and he usually wore a pained expression.  

And then I heard the conversation. 

I had been looking through the books on the upper floor of the library, hoping that considering all the books here, there was a section with modern day thrillers. I needed something to keep me sane. 

I heard his voice from below. 

"Master Marcus?" 

"Alec." Marcus answered, voice soft. 

"Is there any way to change it?" 

I backed away from the railing slowly, pressing my back into the shelves. I could still see them both from my position, their silhouettes highlighted by the large fire in the center of the library. 

"This is the second time you have asked me this, Alec." There was a warning in Marcus' tone that I had never heard before. "My answer has not changed." 

"But she's part human!" Alec growled. 

They were talking about me. I clasped my hands over my mouth in an effort to keep quiet, but I couldn't stop the tears. My mate didn't want me. 

Marcus stood suddenly. "Be happy that you have a mate at all, boy." 

Alec suddenly stiffened and looked right at me. Perhaps he smelled my tears, or maybe he finally heard the slow beat of my heart. A flurry of emotions flitted across his face, but I didn't bother to see what he landed on. Instead, I fled, for once using my vampiric speed to seek refuge in my room. 

I've been hiding here for a week now. I think it's been a week; I was already losing track of time. 

"Y/N?" There was a knock at the door, following the sound of Demetri's voice filtering through. 

"Yes?" 

"You're not naked, are you?" 

The door opened slowly, and Demetri peeked his head in with a cheeky grin, before frowning as he took in the sight of me. I was sure I looked a hot mess, bundled up in a nest of comforters on the floor next to my bookshelves. 

"Hey 'Metri." I sat up, giving him a small smile. 

"Hey, love." He walked over before sitting on his haunches net to me. "Everyone is worried about you. No one's seen you in a week." 

"'M fine." 

He gave me a dubious look and I rolled my eyes and wrapped myself back up in my covers, picking up the book I'd discarded. "I'm fine, Demetri." 

"When was the last time you ate?" 

I paused, thinking and then shrugged. I couldn't remember. I just ate when I felt hungry.  

"Well, we can't very well have you starve. Come on." He stood up and held out a hand. 

"I'm fine, Demetri." 

"And you're a liar, now come on." 

I plopped down in my little nest out of frustration, purposely burrowing myself deeper into the covers. 

"You can't make me." 

"Wow, for someone who's- what? Sixty years old? You're such a child." 

I glared up at him. 

"I'm an adult and can take care of myself." 

"Demetri, what are you doing with my mate?" 

Demetri's back went ramrod straight and I immediately hid under the covers. Okay, maybe I was acting a little bit like a child. I hadn't spoken with Alec since the library incident, and I wasn't very keen to talk to him now. I peeked out from under the covers a little. 

"I'm making sure that Y/N is taken care of." Demetri's voice was neutral, but I could hear the anger lying just underneath. "Something you have been failing to do since she arrived." 

I gasped, wide-eyed. Demetri was treading on very thin ice. I couldn't imagine Alec taking too kindly to being challenged. Alec was quiet for a long moment, tense as he looked at Demetri. 

"I can admit when I am in the wrong."  

The words came haltingly, and the look on Alec's face was caught somewhere between a chastised schoolboy and sucking on a lemon. 

"Thank you for taking care of her in my absence. Please leave, I can take over from here." 

Demetri nodded his head, and casting one last concerned look in my direction, he left. 

Alec looked at me, and I was surprised to see a look of concern on his own face. His next comment took me by surprise. 

"Why are you on the floor, when you have a bed?" 

"I'm aware I have a perfectly good bed. I just prefer the floor." 

"What about the couch?" 

"Not the same." 

"That cannot be comfortable for you." 

"Since when did you care about my comfort?" I snapped. "I'm just a mutt remember?"  

Alec's eyes darkened.  

"Watch your tone girl. You may be my mate, but I will not tolerate disrespect, even from you." 

My shoulders deflated, hiding my face in my hands. "I think it'd be best for me to just leave." 

"No." He followed Demetri's earlier move, and sat down on his haunches, arms resting on his knees. 

"No?" I glared at him. 

"You belong to me. You are my mate, and it is safer for you to be here." 

"Excuse me?? You've made it clear that you don't want anything to do with me." 

"It is simply because you are part human." 

"Simply? Simply? News flash, Alec. You were once a human too!" 

I found myself suddenly on my back, him hovering above me, with his arms caging me in. His eyes turned pitch black.  

"I am all too aware of what I once was." He hissed. 

"I- I can't change what I am." I could feel the tears starting to form and spill over. "If I could, if it would get you to accept me, then I would. But I shouldn't have to." 

Alec jerked back slightly, wide-eyed. 

"You are right." He pressed his forehead to mine. "And if I was a better man, I would not have wished for it." 

He began licking away at my tears and I froze, barely daring to breathe. 

"What- what are you doing?" 

"Taking care of my mate. And you are mine. I will not let you go, and I will make sure that you are taken care of just as the status the mate of an elite guard deserves." I shivered when he finished, giving a small, chaste kiss to my forehead. "It seems that I have much to make up for."  

Alec kissed me then. Slow and soft, pulling me out from the cocoon and sweeping me up to sit on the little couch in my sitting area. I felt oddly exposed as he pulled me in to straddle him, his back leaning into the soft cushions. 

"And you- you accept me? Just like that?" I couldn't disguise the anger in my voice, a little thrown off by our new position but still pissed off. 

There was a long silence as he searched for the proper words. 

"That day, in the library… I had a long talk with Master Marcus. Are you aware of his story?" 

I nodded. If there was something I had learned during my first few short months here, it was that Demetri and Felix were like a group of gossiping teenage girls. 

"Then you can understand his demeanor. He misses her every day, and I know that I have neglected you and treated you rather…" 

"Horribly?" I finished for him, and he smiled. 

"I think horrible is an understatement." 

"I think I must agree." I grumbled. 

He let out a chuckle before letting his eyes roam over me again. "While I hold Master Marcus in high respect, I do not wish to be like him. I do not want to make the mistake of taking you for granted. You were made for me, and I you. The Fates do not make mistakes." 

"Despite my being what I am?"  

I found that hard to believe. 

"Yes." He said quietly, but this time he didn't look me in the eyes. 

I tensed around him, and I felt his grip tighten on my waist. 

He was lying, but perhaps not for the reason I thought. My eyes widened in realization, and I relaxed against him. 

"You know what I think?" I hummed quietly. 

He looked at me from under his lashes, raising his brow ever so slightly, eyes dark with challenge. I should probably tread carefully but fuck it. I let a shaky hand run through his hair and he tilted his head back to look at me, exposing his throat. I let my other hand cup his neck, running my thumb along his jawline.  

"I think that maybe… you're scared. And you have no idea how to handle it. That's what you ended up talking with Master Marcus about, isn't it? Because I'm weaker than a full-fledged vampire. Am I right? You think I can't protect myself." 

Boom. Judging from the look in his eyes and the surprise on his face I had hit the nail on the head. 

"You are oddly perceptive." 

"Sometimes." 

He paused again. 

"I do not wish to lose you. I am sure word has already gotten out that one of the witch twins has a mate. I have basically painted a target on your back." 

"One that I am more than willing to wear, so long as you never treat me like this again." 

He relaxed and began to let his hands wander in light caresses, leaning in to give me another kiss, this one just as soft as the last. 

"Never again." 

"Good." 

I could feel my heart swell. 

"I have missed your presence." He whispered, his lips barely grazing mine. "I have missed seeing you in the castle." Kiss. "Seeing your beautiful face looking around in wonder." Kiss. "Seeing you laugh." Kiss. "And I have missed you. You have no idea how often I have imagined you here." Kiss. "In my arms." Kiss. "And even in my bed." Kiss.  

Woah, woah, woah. What? 

He grinned darkly at the look on my face. "Oh yes, darling. I have imagined you in my bed from the very beginning. In more positions than you could possibly imagine." 

Had I not been pretty much immortal I think I would have died.  

"I have imagined all of the different ways to claim you, and make sure that everyone knows you are mine." He whispered in my ear, nipping at my earlobe before sucking on it softly. 

This is not where I pictured today going. I wriggled a little bit, feeling my nipples harden almost painfully. This was not fair. 

"Careful, love." His voice was strained, and I felt him grow hard beneath me. 

"You started it." I nearly squeaked. 

"And I would like to finish it." 

His hands were cold against my midsection, and I was suddenly very, very aware of the fact that I was dressed only in an oversized t-shirt and panties. He kept his eyes trained on my face, watching for every little reaction. 

"If you don't want this, I can stop." He breathed, rubbing slow circles on my waist with his thumbs. 

"Trying to come up with excuses, Alec?" 

For whatever God forsaken reason I felt like needling him and pushing his buttons. A part of the back of my brain told me that was really fucking dumb, but I wanted to see what he would do. 

He growled and squeezed my waist in warning. 

"I think I recall telling you to watch yourself earlier." 

Oh my.  

"You said to watch my tone." I raised a challenging brow. 

His hands dug into my waist now, and I was certain I would have bruises there in the morning. 

"Amore." Another growl of warning. 

I simply leaned in to kiss him, happy to finally have my mate here with me. Knowing that he didn’t really hate me but wanted to keep me safe. He was just being a dumbass about it. 

He let out a little groan as our lips met. I let my kisses roam downwards, over his cheek and to his neck, nipping and licking. His hands drifted up, thumbing over my nipples before giving them a rather hard pinch. I sucked in a harsh breath, leaning on his shoulder and grinding my hips downward. He let out a pleasured hiss, giving my nipples another pinch and smoothing his thumbs over them. 

"Arms up." He demanded. 

I did as he asked, and he pulled off my shirt. I immediately crossed my arms over my ample bosom, suddenly self-conscious.  

"Hands behind your back, darling." 

I looked at him startled. "What?" 

"I will not have you hiding from me, nor will I repeat myself." 

My heart leapt at his words, gripping my arms tighter. 

"Sorry, it's just…" 

He frowned and slowly took my hands, lowering them down until I was completely exposed from the waist up. 

"You are not to be ashamed, and I will not stand for it. You are my mate. You are stunning." He said softly. 

He ran his hands over my skin again, his lips following right behind with a lightness that I almost couldn't detect. And not in a sexual way, although I could still feel his hardness underneath me, but in a reverent way. Worshipping. He cupped the back of my neck and brought me in for another kiss, deeper this time. 

"Now love, hands behind your back. I will not tell you again." He rasped, one hand sliding around the front of my neck and the other brushing against one of my nipples. 

He gave my neck a light squeeze in warning, his thumb brushing over my jugular. This time I did as I was told, and his lips twisted into a grin that could rival the devil's. 

"Good girl." 

I sucked in a breath. Oh fuck.  

He kept watching me. "Are you okay?" 

I nodded, a little dazed. 

"You have to say it aloud, Y/N." 

"Yes." I breathed. 

"If we need to stop at any point, tell me." 

"Okay." 

"You are a fast learner, aren't you?" He leaned in, close to my ear. "I like that." 

His hand left my throat, and he went back to cupping my breasts, kneading them softly before he bent his head and gave one a long lick, right over the nipple. Then he proceeded to suck one into his mouth, teeth edging along the sides. 

"Alec." I moaned, throwing my head back. 

I couldn't help it when my hips started grinding, but Alec immediately put a stop to that. 

"The only pleasure you will get, is what I allow you to have." 

A thrill went through me, and I opened my mouth to protest but it came out as a whine instead when he kissed me, tongue running along my lip and slipping past into my warm mouth. I then let out a shocked moan when his hands traveled further south, slipping his fingers into my panties and coming to rest on my soaked mound.  

He rubbed teasingly, fingers finding my clit. Round and round and round. I squirmed against him, obscenely wet noises coming from below as he slipped two fingers inside me. His fingers began pumping in and out of me, combined with rubbing my clit, I could barely stand it. 

Flushed, I pulled back a little, panting against his lips. 

"Please." I whined. 

"Please what?" 

"Alec!" 

"I want to hear you say it, Y/N." 

"Alec. Please. Fuck. Me." 

His eyes dilated at the sound of his name.  

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I could hear the sound of something ripping, and realized that my panties were torn to shreds and dangling precariously from my hips. My warm, wet heat was exposed to the cool air, and his pants were undone, his cock out, with precum already leaking out of the tip. I panted like a whore in heat at the sight of him, eyes glazed and desperate. 

He brushed his cock through my slick folds, completely in control. Then he slowly lowered me, my tight folds giving way and I let out a long moan of pleasure when he bottomed out. He was huge. I wasn't sure how he even managed to fit, or how he was going to be able to move. His arms circled around me, grasping my backside firmly. 

"You managed to take my cock like a good girl. Now let's see how well you handle it." 

"Wait, wait!" 

He paused, looking up at me with concern. 

"Can- can I move my hands now?" I pleaded. 

He smirked. "No." 

He thrusted his hips up without warning and I gave a shriek of pleasure. His pace was fairly brutal, and I loved every second of it. He kept sucking and licking at my neck, leaving a trail of dark, bruising love bites, and my nipples scrapped against his shirt. The pleasure was almost too overwhelming, it made the walls of my pussy clench around him. 

"That's a good girl. So tight for me." He groaned into my neck. "How does it feel, taking my cock? To have me stretching you out?" 

Oh fuuuuuck. 

Alec was a dirty talker and I fucking loved it. 

He pounded into me without mercy, and I could start to feel that delicious heat building down low. 

"Yes. Yes. Yes." 

I didn't realize that I had been chanting aloud until Alec let out a dark chuckle. 

"Please." I begged. 

He seemed to break. 

"Hang on to me." 

My hands immediately went to grab his shoulders, clutching at his shirt. I was pretty sure I heard a rip, but I was too lost in the sensation of being, you know, fucked out of my mind. One of his hands slipped down low again, his deft fingers circling my clit. 

"Vieni per me, tesoro." He then proceeded to bite into my neck, right in the dip where it met my shoulder, and the sharp pain sent a wave of pleasure through me. 

Mixing with the pleasure of his cock and the stimulation of my clit it was enough to send me crashing over the edge. I came hard, Alec's mouth muffling my own, swallowing my cries. His hands tangled in my hair, giving it a light pull. I could taste my blood in his mouth, and I found that I liked it. I swiped my tongue over his lips to get more. 

Alec let out a surprised gasp, pulling back, his hips slowing down to shallow thrusts. His face was smeared with a little of my blood, and I leaned back in, giving him a lick before delving back into his mouth with a kiss, enjoying the taste of him and my blood mixed. 

"Fuck." He groaned against my lips. 

I dared to take a bit of control and ground down hard, making sure to squeeze the walls of my pussy to the point where he almost couldn't move. 

"Fuck!"  

Alec went rigid and then spasmed as he came. 

We stayed like that, breathing hard for a moment, before he finally pulled out of me with an obscenely wet popping noise. I blushed and he simply gave me a grin. An actual grin instead of the devilish one I had come to know. 

"Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded quickly, practically glowing with happiness. 

"Words, amore." 

I giggled. "Yes, love. More than okay." 

"Good, because I'm ready to have you moaning my name again." He whispered, licking away the blood I had smeared on my own face. "Preferably in my bed." 

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Translations (Provided via Google): Vieni per me, tesoro.: Come for me, darling. Amore: Love

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[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Hey! If you don’t mind can you do a fic where yandere Marcus Volturi(movies) finds his mate in a human girl who has a shield like Bella so he can’t use Chelsea or Corin to tie her down. Maybe a stubborn mate that’s not putting up with him trying to lock her up and runsaway to prove a point. Just imagine a yandere Marcus stressing because he feels like he might lose her like he lost Didyme plus like 2,000 years of touch starved and hopelessness. Feel free to ignore if you don’t like it🥰

Ofc anon!

Yandere Marcus volturi x reader (stubborn)

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you ran through the dark streets of voltera out of breath and tired, it would have been more logical to escape during the day but night was when your captor hunted giving you a slim chance at freedom. you came to volterra with your friends on what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, it was anything but that. you and your friends had been invited to tour the volturi castle unaware of the monsters that lied inside, the monsters that killed the innocent tourists that fell for the trap like so many others. but not you, they left you standing amongst it all scared and shaking, that is when you met him. needless to say it was a surprise and joy to Marcus when he discovered he had another mate, a second chance at love, one that he would never lose again. he was nice at first not wanting to scare you or force you to love him. thinking you would do it on your own he gave you freedom to move around the castle but the first time you tried to escape he became panicked and realized that giving you said freedom would make him lose you. it took him awhile to realize you had a shield gift but it was jane who had brought it to his attention when she found you trying to escape for the second time and attempted using her gift of you, when it didn't work she took you back by force. You were locked away in marcus's private chambers where only he and the few he aloud could be near you, finding out that you were immune to their gifts nearly drove him mad with fear of not being able to stop you from leaving. But after months of convincing him that you wouldn't run he had left you alone, not for long but long enough for you to escape the castle. Now here you were running through the dark streets of volterra, silently hoping the rushing sounds around you were the wind rather then what you escaped from, just as you reached the border of the city you were pinned against a wall, the force knocking the air out of you. Of course the one responsible for this was jane, she had never bothered being gentle with you not caring that you were human. "You know that your are not aloud out of the castle, it is quite rude to hurt your mate by continuing to run from him" she says giving you a blank stare, her red eyes peircing. You managed to wiggle from her grip, half knowing that she didn't just loosen it for fun, as you guessed once your back was turned to the alleyway your mate sped from behind holding you close, his face in your hair. "You do not know how worried I was my love" he mumbles holding you tighter "thank you jane, that will be all" marcus says barely looking up to look at her as she sped away, "Marcus i-" you start, trying to defend yourself with an excuse of why you ran away "shh it's alright my love, I know you didn't run because you don't love me, it's because I haven't given you enough love" he smiles, holding your warm hand in his "the sun will rise soon, im sure your quite exhausted from your adventures" he says before picking you up bridal style, you didn't fight him, you knew you couldn't you just had to accept this for now, until you could find a way to escape. But deep down you knew that you would never escape, he wouldn't let you. You are his mate after all

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What if Edward met Nahuel during the time in New Moon he travelled to South America? ( i.e Edward finds out about hybrids)

1)How would this change his relationship with Bella? Would he consider himself a worse monster?

2)Would Edward tell the rest of the Cullens and Bella about this new discovery? What about the Denalis? (Aro finds out by touching Edward's hand in Voltera. )

3)Would Edward have sex with Bella in their honeymoon?

How Would this Change His Relationship with Bella?

Yup, he'd think he's even worse.

Even his carnal desires, which he'd thought were that of a normal man's and not corrupted by vampirism (which only wanted the blood) were a vestige of his humanity but it turns out that no, that's the demon too, and it wants to procreate.

Everything Edward feels for Bella is the product of a demon and he can only cling to his platonic love for her, because that, surely, that is real and a product of who he really is.

Would Edward Tell Anyone?

The Cullens, yes, more specifically Carlisle. Carlisle's the oldest, Edward respects him the most, and he has medical opinions to say whether or not this is even possible. A few experiments later and Carlisle can feel very weird and say "yes, actually, it is" as he can observe swimmers in a microscope and realize what he'd never ever considered.

Bella, no.

He (rightly) would fear she'd want a child with him, that she'd think children are an option, when Nahuel's mother had a gruesome pregnancy which ended with her being eaten alive by her child. Nahuel was alright enough, for a vampire, but Edward would be condemning Bella to the worst death imaginable and she's so self-sacrificing that she'd probably do it so that Esme and Rosalie could have a niece/nephew and Edward could have a child. (He is absolutely correct about this).

Edward keeps it to himself and simply tells her that sex isn't possible/advisable and that she can't have children as a vampire and they can't adopt either.

He also probably wouldn't tell the Denali as Carlisle would advise against it and Edward knows it'd bring up painful memories because of Sasha. It's not much use knowing that Sasha could have made a baby in a different manner if she'd turned a male vampire to do it for her.

As you mention, Aro does find out, but I imagine Aro sends out Demetri to find Nahuel, get the scoop, and they quietly put an end to Joham and probably take in the scattered sisters and kill those who are uncooperative so as to keep this hush hush. This isn't something they really want people knowing.

Would Edward Have Sex with Bella on the Honeymoon

I imagine experiments occur with condoms to see if they're a viable solution: will they stop Edward's vampire sperm. Even then, though, there's always a risk even in human intercourse (the condom could tear/have holes in it) and Edward wouldn't want to explain why he's using one when he's supposed to be a virgin, vampires aren't supposed to have STDs, and he's not supposed to be able to have children.

Even if he secretly got Bella on birth control or convinced her into it, that might not work either, as those are methods to contend with human sperm and there's no guarantee this stuff works exactly the same way as Nahuel was not a product of solely human sperm.

Edward doesn't take the risk.

However, I imagine he doesn't tell Bella up until they're on Isle Esme as he still wants a honeymoon, he wants the wedding, he wants everything and even to make love to her: he just can't.

The honeymoon ends early in disaster, Bella is humiliated and devastated Edward did this to her and doesn't trust her or himself, and I imagine there's long phone calls to Alice where she asks if this is really going to work or not. She probably ends up getting turned by Carlisle and Bella and Edward's relationship never recovers.

[the-dawn-star]

Hello, hello!! may i request for a poly!volturi kings x professional magician!reader except reader uses her magic shows and tricks to distract her audience while she secretly steals all their money and stuff? very much a big bad reader hahaha! can be platonic or not, it's fine.

A/N: Hey, I don't know how well I filled this but I hopw you still enjoy it. The first part is more of first meeting and back story and then the second part has more general headcanons.

-S

+300ish words.

One of the main sources of income in Voltera is tourism. Tourists all over the world come to the town to see all the historical sights and beautiful architecture.  

So, just like any other tourist destination there were people wanting to profit off of the rich tourists. And you were one of those.  

You had one of your performances on a lovely breezy evening. Sun had gone down which means it was a perfect time for your show.  

A good group of tourists were standing around your little stage while you did your tricks. They were fairly simple, but the tourists liked them enough.  

Your main trick was a bit more difficult. Stealing some tourist's expensive looking watch and wallet from their back pockets didn’t need much work to be honest.  

You hid the watch and wallet in the inside pocket of your jacket quickly before shutting your show down and leaving as quickly as possible.  

You ran to a small alley to get away from the touristy areas of the town only to stop when you saw four people at the end of the alley chilling, talking quietly in italian.  

The moon was the only source of light, and it illuminated the people beautifully. Three men and one young-ish looking girl. 

You turned around wanting to give the people some privacy. But you were stopped by the words of one of the men. 

“Your performance was lovely, almost just as lovely as you are stealing from the pestering tourist.” You turned around to see the people with their attention now on you with all of their eyes glowing red.  

~~~ 

The kings are actually not bothered by your tricks and you stealing. I mean it doesn’t hurt them and pickpockets exist even if you don’t do it.  

They also see it as a bit of a hobby.  

They like to see you practicing your tricks and performances even if they can notice when you are trying to steal one of Aro’s ancient pocket watches.  

You stealing from people and doing magic in general doesn’t cause a lot of problems etc. 

[zapreportsblog]

Hello hope your doing well would like to make a request for poly volturi king/fem reader (human) she’s an exotic dancer and her uni que form of dancin always causes a form of hypnosis and euforia in people. Since she’s so good she been talked about all around voltera. So much so that even vampire got curious and checked her out. One night the kings decide to go and see what the did is about . Let just say they are impressed. Marcus also happens to tell them we jus found our mate how serendipitous. The leave that night shook and satisfied also happy her dancing is exquisite. Fem reader is different when she’s dancing she gets more confident but once she’s out of that place she back to her slightly insecure self . Her last boyfriend really took a toll on her since he. Constantly criticizing her figure and was not supporting her dancing for him it felt almost like she like to get looked at by men. When in reality she danced for everyone. She wanted people to be happy when they watch her and she’s loved music she dances to ever genre but loaves rock. One day one of the clients after she’s dancing was over get to hands and tries to follow her home the man does not have good intentions ( if you feel uncomfortable writting SA you can think of another reason ) the volturi where also there and saw the man and have been watching all her dancing ever since they found she was their mate so the three kings where around figuring out away to tell herZ they see this fool going to try and do something and immediately save her. She was beat up . The kings where furious 😡 he definitely fucked up didn’t end well for him. After the rescue her they present themselves to her. Needless to say they are shook when she basically accepts what they are she pretty open minded about thing there’s a lot of things that happen in this world that cannot be explained so she expect that other creatures could exist she’s fascinated. Agreed to get to know them and move in with them she’s is really attacked to them even though she’s scared because her last relationship was a disaster she could not let her fear sabotage what could be a good relationship with the kings.. she gives herself a chance to be happy. Weeks pas and everyone loved and accepted her as queen. She even helps out and love to sit on the kind laps when they do their trials.🥰

Holy shit you definitely was detailed 😩

❝the enchanting dance❞

✭ pairing : volturi kings x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is a dancer and her performances just so happen to catch the attention of some unexpected guests in the crowd, from then on her fate is sealed

✭ twilight masterlist

In the heart of Volterra, a city cloaked in shadows and secrets, there was a legend that danced through the narrow cobblestone streets. (Y/N), a street dancer unlike any other, was the talk of the town. Her unique form of dance had a mesmerizing quality that seemed to cast a spell on anyone who watched.

She moved with a grace and precision that defied human limitations. Her body seemed to flow like liquid fire, and her movements were a hypnotic symphony of rhythm and grace. When she danced, a euphoria washed over the crowd, leaving them spellbound and entranced.

The rumors about (Y/N) had spread far and wide, reaching even the ears of the Volturi, the ancient vampire royalty who ruled over Volterra with an iron fist. Intrigued by the whispers of her bewitching performances, the three Volturi kings decided to venture out one fateful night to witness the phenomenon for themselves.

Aro, the charismatic leader of the Volturi, Marcus, the stoic and perceptive one, and Caius, the ruthless enforcer, made their way to the heart of Volterra under the cover of darkness. They arrived at the bustling square where (Y/N) was known to perform, blending in seamlessly with the crowd.

As (Y/N) took her place in the center of the square, the night seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. Her movements began slowly, as if she were weaving a tapestry of magic with her body. Her lithe form twisted and turned, her feet barely touching the ground.

The crowd watched in awe as (Y/N) danced. Her every step was a spell, her every gesture a hypnotic incantation. The euphoria she emanated washed over them like a gentle wave, and they couldn't tear their eyes away from her.

Aro, his eyes wide with fascination, turned to his fellow kings. "Remarkable," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. "I've never seen anything quite like this."

Caius, who was rarely moved by anything, found himself entranced by (Y/N)'s dance. "She possesses a rare gift," he admitted, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity he reserved for the most captivating of prey.

But it was Marcus, the most reserved of the trio, who felt the deepest connection to the enchanting dancer. As he watched (Y/N) move, a sense of serendipity washed over him, a feeling that he couldn't ignore.

"We've just found our mate," Marcus whispered, his voice barely audible above the music and the crowd's collective euphoria.

Aro and Caius turned to Marcus, surprised by his words. But when they looked back at (Y/N), they couldn't deny the truth in his statement. The bond that had formed between them, forged in the midst of (Y/N)'s hypnotic dance, was undeniable.

As the crowd erupted in applause, (Y/N) finished her performance with a final, breathtaking flourish. She stepped out of the spotlight, her chest heaving with exertion, and looked out into the night, where the three Volturi kings stood waiting.

Little did she know that her life was about to take a mesmerizing and perilous turn, as she became entangled in the world of vampires and the ancient power of the Volturi.

As (Y/N)'s dance came to a breathtaking end, the crowd erupted in applause, showering her with adoration and admiration. Her unique form of expression had left everyone spellbound, including the three Volturi kings who had ventured out to witness her performance.

Aro, Caius, and Marcus stepped out of the crowd and into the shadows, their minds still reeling from the euphoria they had experienced. They found themselves in a rare state of satisfaction, each one profoundly moved by (Y/N)'s mesmerizing dance.

"That was... exquisite," Aro mused, his eyes reflecting the brilliance of the performance. "I've seen many things in my long existence, but nothing quite like this."

Caius, a man of few words, nodded in agreement. "She possesses a talent that transcends human limitations," he remarked, still captivated by the memory of (Y/N)'s dance.

It was Marcus, however, who had been the most affected. He had felt a connection to (Y/N) on a level he couldn't explain, a bond that had been forged in the midst of her enchanting performance. He turned to his fellow kings, his expression one of quiet satisfaction.

"Her dance... it awakened something within me," Marcus confessed, his words filled with a rare vulnerability. "I believe we've found something truly remarkable tonight."

As they made their way back to the dark recesses of Volterra, the Volturi kings couldn't shake the feeling that (Y/N) had become a pivotal part of their lives. Her dance had left an indelible mark on their immortal souls, and they were eager to learn more about the enigmatic dancer.

Unbeknownst to them, (Y/N) had returned to her life outside of the square, her confidence waning with every step she took away from the spotlight. The cheers and applause still echoed in her ears, but the harsh memories of her past relationship lingered in her mind.

Her ex-boyfriend's cruel words had left scars on her self-esteem, making her doubt her worth and her talent. He had misunderstood her love for dance, thinking it was merely a means to gain attention from men. In reality, (Y/N) danced to bring joy and happiness to all who watched, and she cherished every genre, but rock held a special place in her heart.

That night, as (Y/N) returned to her modest apartment, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her insecurities and past heartaches. Little did she know that her world was about to be transformed, as the Volturi kings, captivated by her extraordinary talent and beauty, began to make plans to see her again, to unravel the mystery of the mesmerizing dancer who had stolen their immortal hearts.

The night was dark and moonless as (Y/N) left the dimly lit club where she had just finished her mesmerizing dance. The euphoria of her performance had faded, and she had returned to her usual state of insecurity. As she walked through the shadowy streets, the echoes of her ex-boyfriend's harsh criticisms haunted her.

‘Not only are you dancing for men on the streets but now you’re dancing for men in clubs. God you’re such a whore.’

Unbeknownst to her, one of the clients from the club, a man with sinister intentions, had followed her discreetly. His predatory gaze never wavered as he trailed behind her, fueled by malicious desires.

Meanwhile, the Volturi kings, who had been watching her performances from the shadows, were well aware of the dangers that lurked in the night. Their bond with (Y/N) had grown stronger with each passing day, and they had been silently discussing how to approach her and reveal their true nature.

As (Y/N) turned down a dimly lit alleyway, the malicious intentions of her pursuer became all too apparent. The man lunged at her, his intentions clear. Fear surged through her veins as she struggled to fend off her attacker, her strength no match for his brutal force.

But just as hope seemed to wane, a sudden burst of movement from the shadows caught the man's attention. He barely had time to react before three imposing figures emerged, their eyes glinting with an otherworldly glow.

The Volturi kings, Aro, Caius, and Marcus, had been watching, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal themselves to (Y/N). And this was the moment they had been waiting for, a moment that would forever change the course of their lives.

In a blur of supernatural speed and strength, the Volturi kings subdued the attacker, rescuing (Y/N) from harm. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched them in a mix of shock and awe. These mysterious men, who had been a presence in the shadows, had come to her aid.

"We mean you no harm, (Y/N)," Aro said, his voice filled with a soothing reassurance. "We've been watching you, captivated by your dance and your spirit."

Caius added, "You are not alone. You have captured our hearts, and we are here to protect you."

But it was Marcus who approached her with a gentleness that touched her soul. He extended his hand to her, his eyes filled with an undeniable connection.

"We've been waiting for the right moment to reveal ourselves," Marcus murmured, his voice laced with sincerity. "You are our mate, (Y/N), and we are bound to you."

As (Y/N) looked into Marcus's eyes, she felt a deep sense of serendipity wash over her. The trauma of her past relationship began to fade, replaced by the newfound sense of belonging and love that these extraordinary men offered.

In that dark alleyway, under the watchful eyes of the Volturi kings, (Y/N) began to realize that her life had taken a remarkable and unexpected turn. She had found not only protection but also a love that transcended time and circumstance, a love that would forever bind her to the mysterious world of vampires and the enigmatic Volturi.

(Y/N) stood in that dimly lit alleyway, surrounded by the enigmatic Volturi kings, her heart racing not just from the recent attack but also from the whirlwind of emotions that had overtaken her. While the idea of vampires and otherworldly creatures was beyond the realm of conventional belief, she was remarkably open-minded, and the evidence before her eyes left little room for skepticism.

Her curiosity had always led her to embrace the unexplained, and the connection she felt with Aro, Caius, and Marcus was undeniable. Their presence had brought a newfound sense of security and belonging into her life, something she had been missing since her disastrous previous relationship.

With a mixture of courage and vulnerability, (Y/N) looked at the Volturi kings and spoke with unwavering determination, "I've always believed that there are things in this world beyond our understanding. And now, standing here with you, I'm willing to accept what I see."

Aro, the charismatic leader, smiled warmly. "Your open-mindedness is a gift, (Y/N), and we are grateful for it."

Caius, the enforcer, nodded in agreement. "You are not just our mate but a rare soul who accepts the extraordinary."

It was Marcus, the most reserved of the trio, who extended his hand to (Y/N) once more. "Come with us, (Y/N), and learn about the world beyond the ordinary. You are meant to be with us."

With those words, (Y/N) took Marcus's hand, sealing her fate and embarking on a new chapter of her life. She moved into the Volturi's grand ancestral home, a place steeped in centuries of history and secrets. The transition was surprisingly smooth, as she embraced her role as queen with grace and curiosity.

Weeks passed, and (Y/N) became an integral part of the Volturi family. Her genuine kindness and inquisitive nature endeared her to the vampires, and she found herself welcomed with open arms. She eagerly participated in their activities, even sitting on the Volturi kings' laps during their trials, providing a comforting presence.

The love that blossomed between (Y/N) and the Volturi kings was like a force of nature, strong and unbreakable. Despite the scars of her past, (Y/N) refused to let fear sabotage her chance at happiness. She had found not just love but also a sense of purpose and belonging among the immortal world of vampires.

In this enchanted world, where darkness and light coexisted, (Y/N) had found her place as queen, a role that allowed her to embrace her love of dance, music, and the extraordinary. As the Volturi's queen, she became a beacon of hope and fascination, a symbol of how love could transcend time and circumstance.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Aro - The first encounter

Aro x fem reader

warning : angst, tiny comfort, blood, implied yandere and paranoia

Summary : The first encounter with Aro was for you a nightmare but for him it was everything

masterlist

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°When you met, there were better circumstances, but that was the reality you found yourself in. In an old throne room with a group of people who, like you, just wanted to learn more about Voltera. But the reality was different, the legends and tales were not fairy tales. Vampires were real and they started killing all the humans.

°Several fearful sounds left your lips as you felt not only the warm tears on your cheek but also more and more often the warm almost hot splashes of blood that stained you. How fear turned to panic and the blood seemed to fill the room.

°Blood and death seemed to be everywhere in the room, people torn apart, children torn apart, blood flowing everywhere. In the chaos, in all the chaos of reality, she saw the three. Three perfect beings. Three demons.

°It was a miracle that the three hadn't pounced on her yet. She was somehow able to disappear in the mass of people. She must have looked like a deer in headlights. Eyes wide with fear, tears running down her cheek and the dripping sound of blood that sounded like ticking.

°But the red eyes of the three did not leave her for a blink of an eye. Her heart seemed to beat so loudly that she was sure they would hear it.

°But as the last drop of blood fell, adrenaline flooded her body and the instincts of fear took over, she turned and ran as fast as she could towards the exit.

°But it wasn't even three steps when someone grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her to the ground. There was a force that went through her whole body as if one push was enough to kill her. It was frightening. With her back and head hitting the marble floor hard, she doubled over in pain.

°With one blow, the air had been forced out of her lungs and black spots and a flicker ran through her vision. But as far as she could see, the blonde seemed amused, the smirk clearly visible on his lips.

°Crying and whimpering, trying to crawl away with the last of her strength, she shuffled her figure across the floor. But this too came to an abrupt end when she was grabbed again and got back to her feet with such ease that she was afraid she would topple over again and fall to the ground.

°Instead, the blonde grabbed her and forced her head slightly to the side. But she couldn't even stop herself, only silent tears ran down her cheeks as she realised that this was the end. Killed by a legend that should not exist.

°And yet she did. She was about to close her eyes and hope it would be over quickly when someone seemed to shout the blonde's name.

°Her gaze went to the black-haired creature and saw anger flickering in the red eyes. Rage and madness. Before the blond left her with a last deprecating look and went back to his throne. ,,Plea-Please, I-" she began to plead, but fell silent when the black-haired man suddenly stood in front of her in the blink of an eye.

°But she couldn't escape any further because he had already grabbed her wrist and was holding her tightly. A shiver ran through her, he was cold as death. A walking corpse. A vampire. But his gaze bored into her, sending tingles through her body. Something seemed to be doing it something she didn't understand what.

°Suddenly a smile came to his lips and a mixture of delighted squeals and giggles left him. Slowly, as if afraid she would be frightened, he lifted his other hand and placed it on her cheek. Smearing the blood and her tears, he just watched her for a moment. ,,What a beautiful sight" he murmured to himself and his red eyes seemed to show joy.

°But even she could feel that there was something between them. Whether it was his nature or her fear. Had she already gone mad or was there more between them. ,,She is mine," he said carelessly, not glancing at the other two.

°He didn't seem to care what the others had to say. His will would be done and that was all that mattered. ,,You do, don't you?" he asked the question directly to her, seeming to look into her head again.

°Searching for her thoughts to escape the paranoia that had empowered him. But she had no choice. Not unless she wanted to live a little longer. A no would mean a painful slow death she was sure.

°She nodded, barely visible at first, and then gave a broken ,,Y-yes" as he took his hand from her cheek and pulled her behind him. Just take her with him, leaving her no choice. ,,A new pet," she heard Caius murmur and saw the brown-haired man's sad look as he turned his gaze to the floor.

°Everyone in the room seemed to know that his new pet had no chance of escape. She was his partner at least until his parnoid side devoured him and he would kill her. But there was still time, wasn't there?

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@smolchubbygoddess , @misslavenderlady

[therealvinelle]

Out of the hybrid children in yours and muffins stories, who is the best off? Like who has the best shot at genuine happiness in the long run? Hongs vat baby, the Blue Moon baby, Renessmee (glamorous life version), Renesmee (and then there were none version), Renesmee (an island in the sun version) Carlie, Two men and a baby baby, prima nocta baby, and of course Edinburgh Di Voltera. Who has it the worst?

I mean, what is happiness? Carlie in Bleach on the Brain/Leech in the Rain might have it rough now, incredibly so, but she won't be miserable forever. In fact, she's already doing much better than she was when she was at rock bottom. Same goes for Renesmee in And Then There Were None, her mother murdered her entire family, but she has her life ahead of her.

As for Hong's vat baby (as seen grown in @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin's fic The Seventh Seal) and Renesmee in Last Christmas, those fics are ongoing so I won't be commenting beyond that they'll be fine too, in the end.

I think the one with the longest path to happiness is Renesmee from Nebuchadnezzar's Dream. Stuck at the bottom of the ocean for however many lifetimes it'll take, she may find relative happiness but it'll be the Willow Rosenberg "It was rough at first but I've gotten used to the rotten air and constant pain of the pressure so far underwater so I think things are looking up! Unlike me, because I don't know which way is up. Heh." type of sincere cheer that depresses everyone around her.

[psalm22-6]

Comoedia, 5 February 1934 (note the picture of Harry Baur by the masthead!) So I learned that the 1934 Les Mis film premiered two nights before a far-right anti-government riot! And you can feel that there was a crisis about to happen in this account of the movie's premiere:

A rough start to the night: there’s the taxi driver’s strike and there’s the parliamentary crisis. The latest information passed from mouth to mouth and most journalists arrived late, bearing the most recent news. “So Emile Fabre is jumping ship?” [Fabre was the director of the Comédie-Française and was apparently being pressured to leave.] “It’s a scandal!” “It’s disgraceful!” “What folly!” “And who is replacing him?” “George Thomé.” [Thomé was a musician as well as the former director the Sûreté.] “Seriously?! They’re going to be cuffing the Comedie-Francaise.” Emile Fabre makes his entrance, followed by his charming daughter. He is just as soon surrounded and interrogated. “I don’t understand! I don’t understand!” “No one understands.” “There is too much to understand.” Our editor-in-chief, who has not always been fond of Emile Fabre, is spotted by his side; he shakes his hand cordially and I note that Pierre Lazareff [editor-in-chief of Paris-Soir] notes this effusive sympathy. A political star enters!...M. [François] Piétri [briefly the Minister of Finance]…thoughtfully and hurriedly, he passes by on swift feet which recently exercised a wise retreat that was, if I dare say, a step ahead of wisdom. He joins Mme. Piétri….It’s impossible to get him to open up!... Caught up in the commotion of the crowd, I hear this brief dialog between a political columnist and a deputy: “And how are your ‘misérables’ doing?” “They are waiting for their Monseigneur Myriel!” The huge Marignan theater is too cramped for this crowd of guests. Luckily Jean-José Frappa and his second in command, Mme. Audibert, thought of everything, took care of everything… And everyone is able to get to the coat check and find his place easily. Because the taxi strike and political events delayed hundreds of people, who then arrived all at once and with haste, this was not an easy task. Who was there? Tout-Paris...I randomly noted with my pencil: Messueirs Paul Abram, Achard, De Adler, Berneuil, Archimbaud, André Aron, Arnaud, Louis Aubert, Aubin, Kujay, Kertée, Azaïs, Bacré, Barthe, Baschet, Baudelocque, Harry-Baur, Bavelier, Robert de Beauplan, Antonin Bédier, Pierre Benoit, Mme Spinelly, Charles Delac and Marcel Vandal, Léon Benoit-Deutsch, André Lang, René Lehmann, Bellanger, Mag Bernard, Tristan Bernard, Jean-Jacques Bernard, Louis Bernard, Dr. Etiënne Bernard (all the Bernards!)...Bernheim, Bernier, Guilaume Besnard, Bétove, Bizet, Blumsteien, Mme Rocher, Boesflug, Pierre de la Boissière, Bollaert, Bouan, Boucher, Robert Bos, Pierre Bost, Paul Brach, Henry Roussell, Charles Burguet, Pierre Brisson, Simone Cerdan, Henry Clerc, Albert Clemenceau, Pière Colombier, Germaine Dulac,Henri Diamant-Berger, Julien Duvivier,Jean Epstein, Fernand Gregh, Mary Glory, René Heribel, Tania Fédor, Alice Field, Jacqueline Francell, Mary Marquet, Florelle, Marguerite Moreno, Françoise Rosay, Becq de Fouquière, Jean Servais, Vidalin, Maria Vaisamaki, Orane Demazis, Rachel Deviry, Rosine Deréan, Jacques Deval, Christiane Delyne, Renée Devillers, Jean Chataigner, Germaine Dermoz, Léon Voltera, Robert Trébor, our director, Jean Laffray, Lucie Derain, Paul Gordeaux, Jean Narguet, Parlay, Suzet Maïs, Antoine Rasimi, Renée de Saint-Cyr, Jean Toulout, Mady Berry, Yolande Laffont, Jean Max, Parysis, Charles Gallo, Léo Poldès, Jean Fayard, Edmonde Guy, Mario Roustan, Paul Strauss, Cavillon, Emile Vuillermoz, Josselyne Gaël, Charles Vanel, S. E. Si Kaddour ben Gabhrit, the duke and duchess of Mortemart, Madame Henry Paté, Marcel Prévost, Louise Weiss, Alfred Savoir, Henri Duvernois, Paul Gémon, magistrate Maurice Garçon, magistrate Campinchi, Sylvette Fillâcier, Jean Heuzé, Pierre, Heuzé, Mona Goya, Simon-Cerf, W.E. Hœndeler, Georges Midlarsky, Michel, Nadine Picard….and others I must be forgetting…pardon me!....Silence!....

In the glow of the half-light from the screen….there are applause! Not since les Croix de bois has a movie been so highly anticipated and now it is time for the verdict….Raymond Bernard can be sure that the audience is rooting for him. Our eyes are full with light and pretty colors. This Paris night is practically magical…and departing from that magic, we are plunged into the great river of les Misérables, into the furious waters of this social storm. Luckily André Lang and Raymond Bernard have made the trip for us. What contrast!  From the spectacle of an elegant and distinguished gathering, we move to the misfortunes of Jean Valjean.

The audience picks up on everything that could be an allusion to the present times. But of all these allusions, one stands out. It’s the lament of two gossips, at the moment when the barricades are rising. “What sad times!” “We’ve barely made it through the cholera…and here is the Republic!” Thunderous applause and mad laughter. When, on the barricades, the Republic calls on us to act, the spectators think of other promised actions which haven’t happened and they forget to applaud. But the whole audience is prodigiously virtuous; whenever a good deed is shown on the screen, when some sentence about the heart graces the white canvas, it is punctuated by applause. After the first film, stop!... Time to eat! There’s a mad dash to the punchbowl. In the haste of this day of crisis and running late, many in the audience did not have time for dinner….the buffet, in the blink of an eye, is emptied and the dry drinks make vindictive and impassioned discussions flow. High and low, here and there, everyone was speaking of the Parliment's chances and the intermission bell sounds in an atmosphere charged with electricity. The two other parts of the film, cut by another intermission, each end with a double ovation for Harry Baur, both in the lobby and in the theater. The little Gaby Triquet is passed from person to person towards a chocolate eclair, which she leaves a trace of on the cheeks of Harry Baur. And then as usual everyone rushes to the coat check.  Then we go to the fifth floor of the Marignan building. There, in an unoccupied apartment, dinner waits for us. There are more than a thousand of us around little eight-person tables. Ten thousand meters of film, that will make you hungry! Three orchestras pour out waltzes, tangos, and other tunes, while the masters of the hotel fill up our cups. And that continued to six thirty in the morning, in an atmosphere of charming cordiality as each person attested to the pleasure of seeing French cinema accomplish such a feat. Bernard Natan and Raymond Bernard were too surrounded for me to speak to them. Besides, what could I say to them that they haven’t already heard ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times that evening, which was the apotheosis of cinema and of Les Misérables. -Jean-Pierre Liausu

[fanfictionangel]

Hi y’all! Fanfic angel here to bring you another amazing review. Like I said, my ships and interest are all over the place so not all fics I review and recommend will be in the same category.

Todays fic is is by Nauticalmass, Leaves of grass.

This is a Jasper/Bella pairing set mostly in 1862-1863. The title is in reference to the actual book of piety by Walt Whitman. Nauticalmass uses the poetry as a key component in her story to bring a whole new world to you. And the title of her story is based off of that.

After a conversation with Alice after rescuing Edward from voltera, she learns, to her surprise, that Jasper and her were never really together in the way that bella had always thought. They were inseparable best friends and FWB but nothing more would ever come of it then that, because both of them had true mates they were waiting on. Alice told bella she would be going on some kind of journey but didn’t give her any insight on what it would be, only telling her to leave her heart and mind open to possibilities. After alive leaves, Bella falls asleep in edwards room, only to wake up on a couch in the parlor of a house she does not recognize, wearing 19th century clothing. Not having a clue as to how she got there, or why, but believing it to be a dream, she goes along with it for the day. When night comes and Bella sleeps again, she wakes up to realize she is still there. Not a dream and she is really in a different time. And from conversations from the day before, smack dab in the middle of a civil war torn Houston, Texas. Not knowing when she will ever get back home or if she ever will, Bella has to adapt to life in civil war times and has to come to grips with her growing friendship, and possibly more with a very human Jasper Whitlock! Oh dear! How will she cope?! 🤣 you will have to read and find out!

This is one of my favorite stories of this pairing. It’s beautiful and timeless. It has amazing character development, and really sucks you in and cast you back in time to Jaspers human past. As always, link is below, and happy reading. Drop a comment and let me know how you found the story and pairing!

[kakusboyfriend]

Voltera finding out he and brainy are extremely distant relatives is like giving a cat who grew up miserable and isolated a new kitten to play with. What I want to say is there will be biting

[mbsanandreas13]

💜 Love is wasted

The fear is tasted

And you, know every day,

You do what your Daddy say 💚

(Our Mothers always radiate mothering energy in which makes them slay on stage as always, 9 more days till my spinnin tour show!)

[ghostfaey]

La sparizione - chapter eight

Summary: Plagued by the ghosts of her past, Riona has hidden away for centuries. That is until the call for help of a certain seer finds her and begs her to save her brother. Not knowing how her life will change, she finds her way to Volterra, directly in front of the leaders of the Volturi.

Trigger Warning: Violence, SA, blood, Death of Children, Murder, just some nasty things

<<<chapter seven chapter nine>>>

"So, what was it that you wanted to talk to us about, cara?", Aro asks as he takes a seat on his throne. If vampires could be tired then I would almost think he needs a good nights sleep. His brothers antics must be rather exhausting to him. 

"As I said, I want to give all three of you a chance.", I start speaking, letting my eyes wander between the three kings. 

"But I can only do that if you are willing to give me a chance too. I do understand that you have duties but keeping me locked up in a room so I have to wait until you finish your work is no way of handling this."

My voice must sound quiet harsh because I can see Marcus grimace at me mentioning how they have been treating me. I put a soft smile on to let them, and espcially him, know that it am not angry anymore.

"You are right, cara. We have been treating you poorly.", Aro says. "We were not prepared for your arrival. Not that we aren't happy to finally have you with us, afterall we have been waiting for you since decades. But it was very sudden and our schedule is thight. We are trying our best mia cara."

I shake my head as I take a few steps towards them. Do they really think it wasn't a sudden change for me too? I left my home thinking I would be back in a couple of days. Now I'm supposed to be staying here, with them, forever.

The thought alone scares me to death. 

"Aro, you three are not alone in this. This is a big change for me too.", I try to explain. "I never planned on getting close to anyone, let alone share a bond. It is sudden and it scares me quiet a bit. But I would like to try."

A feeling of warmth takes over me, like the rays of a sun. 

My eyes leave Aro to look at the imortals next to him and I see both of them wearing a soft smile. Marcus especially seems touched at my words. He truly does have a tender and sensitive soul. I can tell that all he has said and done until know has been to make me feel at peace. And it did work, I must say. I am glad that my words do have a positive effect on him. I never wanted to make him feel bad with my actions, not just because of our bond but also because he does deserve happiness. 

"You, my dear, are truly magnificent.", Aro whispers and so makes me turn my attention back to him. He is gazing at me with pure adoration and if only I would still have blood running through my veins then I could feel the warmth in my cheeks. 

Again I can see the twitch in his fingers as he wishes to touch me. But I know he will not do so as long as I do not give him permisson. 

I do not think that he yearns to touch me to see my thoughs. There is a whole other reason. I am sure he does feel the same as I do. The tingle that I feel in my fingers, the strange pull towards him and his brothers. I yearn to be close to them. To feel their ice cold skin, to run my hands through their silky hair, to engulf myself in their scent.

But not yet. Just not yet.

"I only wish for us to not perish in agony."

As I sit in the library I take in the smell of the ancient books surrounding me and the sweetness of the blood which stands in a wine glass on the table next to me. Aro has made sure the one of the guards would get me a whole carafe so I could still my thirst that had only been growing stronger. The burning in my throat is now way more bearable, though it is still there. That is the thing about being immortal. The thirst never fully goes away. 

In my hands I hold an old book, containing the history of Voltera. Of course it is written in italian and understanding those old texts is rather difficult but one can try. Some words I've read or heard before so I can make out what is written.

The kings and I have come to an agreement. I give them a fair chance. All of them. 

Therefor I will spend an equal ammount of time with each one of them, getting to know them and trying to also let them get to know me. It will be hard to actually let someone into my life, letting them learn about me. 

For now I decided to let them get done with their paperwork, not wanting to distract them in order for them to get things done. I know what kind of effect I have on them, they have the same effect on me afterall.

I take my eyes of the book and look up, over to the giant standing in the corner of the room. Felix is trying to vanish in the shadow to give me the privacy I so desperately wish for. 

This castle has eyes and ears on every corner and it is irritating.

But it isn't his fault. I know the kings have given him the duty to protect me from every danger that may lie in this castle. Not that I needed it but it makes them feel more comfortable.

Felix eyes are advertet, not daring to look me in the eyes when he for sure has noticed my gaze on him.

I sight and close the book, placing it on the table next to me. I take the glass and swirl the blood in it as if it was the finest wine one could buy with money. 

"Felix.", I call out. His head snaps up and his eyes meet mine for only a second before he looks at the ground again.

"Yes, my lady?", he asks, looking like a kicked puppy as he does so. A smile spreads on my face.

"Don't stand there and act like you are a statue. Come over here and have a seat."

Felix shakes his head. "This would be rather inapropriate, I am on duty afterall.", he explains. I furrow my eyebrows at him, sighting. 

"Your duty is it to protect me and I am pretty sure you can do this over here aswell.", I speak. He still doesn't look up at me seemingly unsure on how to act in the current situation.

"What if I order you to take a seat?", I ask now, quirking my right brow. It takes a moment for him to answer. His mouth opens and he looks at me directly now. 

"Apologize my boldness, my lady, but I don't think I have to obey your orders.", he speaks carefully. 

He is right. He is serving his masters, the kings. Me being bonded to them doesn't change anything about that. His loyality doesn't apply to me. But I could play a little game if I wanted to.

"True, although I'm sure your masters would be not very pleased if they find out you denied me my wish. Or am I wrong, Felix?" Oh how interesting, now hs getting sweaty. Or at least he would if he could. 

A smirk displays itself on his face. "You're making this very difficult for me, my lady."

"Truly sorry about that, Felix. But I do not like being watched like an animal in a zoo. So take a seat so I at least can pretend we're two old collegues just having a nice talk.", I apologize although I do not really feel any kind of remorse. Surely the kings won't punish him for this.

Almost painfully slow he takes a seat on the far end of the couch, as far away from me as possible. He does not seem to happy about the situation he is in.

"So, forgive my curiosity but I must ask: What brings you here, to the Volturi? Is it the thrill of being their executioner? The power?"

His ruby eyes shot up to me, a smirk on his lips.

"Oh yes the power truly is enticing. But that is not it. Not entirely at least.", he speaks. I quirk my brows, wanting to know more. 

"Safety, my lady. You cannot deny that staying with the Volturi isn't somewhat a way of securing oneself a spot in all eternity."

"Ah yes, eternity. The addicting sweet taste of an everlasting life.", I sight. "Some people would say it gets boring. Maybe it does, if you're alone that is."

Felix watches me curiously. Daring enough to gaze upon me.

"But you are not alone. Or not anymore that is.", he speaks after a while of watching me carefuly. I chuckle and look at him, our eyes meeting and for a second I thought he would look away but he stays unwavering. 

"I learned to enjoy being lonesome.", I explain. "Being around others always ends up hurting someone. I tried to spend my eternity with other people but in the end something always happened. So I decided a very long time ago to stay by myself."

Felix eyebrows furrow. His eyes leave mine and fixade something in the far distance.

"So, does it scare you? Having to suddenly be surrounded by so many others?"

He is asking the question I have been thinking about since hours. It is a strange feeling, being surrounded by so many people, mortals just as immortals. But does it scare me? I'm not sure.

"It isn't others that scare me. It's what could happen. That is what truly scares me.", I answer and it feels like the right thing to say.

The gentle giant turns himself to me, his body moving forward only slightly. 

"What is it that could happen, my lady?" His eyes glimmer with curiousity.

I force myself to smile as to not give away how sad this topic truly sorrowful this makes me feel.

"Heartbreak."