#demetri fanfiction

[redroses07]

if miguel introduced johnny to snap

[arcana-greenleaf]

Ok, ok, I hope you don't mind another. Your writing is just amazing and the way you write the characters is just PERFECTION!!

I've had this one idea floating around and I'm itching to share it!

A girl ends up in Volterra after deciding to go on a solo trip. She's mated to either Alec or Demetri or maybe even Felix(I'm open!) BUT the twist is this: she is Aro's great(however far down the line) niece. I'm thinking something about her triggers his memories of his human family(I know Marcus was with his sister but I'm thinking one sibling survived and stayed human).

I'd love for her to be a bookwormish type of girl again, maybe she traveled there to see the historic sites or something and ends up being pulled into something supernatural!

I hope this makes sense! I appreciate all you've done so far! 😭😭😭

Hey hey!! I’m so sorry for the long wait I got super busy with exams, Valentine’s Day, and some family things. Hopefully, this chapter meets your expectations! As a history student, I really enjoyed writing the historical elements hehe. :) I focused mostly on Aro and his long-lost niece because I loved the concept and wanted to establish it properly, but I’m totally open to doing a part two where I explore the romance between the reader and their chosen character. That’s all from me for now and thank you so much for requesting, as always! <3<3

The cobbled streets of Volterra were everything she had dreamed of. Ancient, winding, whispering with the ghosts of the past. Ivy clung to weathered stone, the scent of fresh bread and aged parchment drifted from open-air cafés, and the warm Tuscan sun bathed the city in gold. She adjusted her glasses, brushing a stray curl from her face as she studied the guidebook in her hands. She had spent years dreaming about this solo trip, pouring over history books, sketching maps in the margins of her notebooks. It was an escape and an indulgence in everything she loved. History. Literature. The stories that old places told if one only listened closely enough. And Volterra, one of Italy’s most ancient cities, promised plenty of stories. The city was steeped in history, dating back to the Etruscans. She had always found herself drawn to ruins, to places where the past lingered in the air. This was her chance to walk in the footsteps of scholars and poets, of conquerors and commoners, of those long forgotten yet eternally present in the walls that surrounded her. She had spent the morning exploring the Museo Etrusco Guarnacci, marveling at the funerary urns and their intricately carved lids depicting figures frozen in time.

Now, she wandered aimlessly, allowing the city to guide her. What she never imagined was stepping into a story of her own. The feeling started subtly at first – a prickle on the back of her neck, the uncanny sensation of being watched. She dismissed it as the natural unease of being alone in a foreign place, but the weight of unseen eyes never left her. She glanced over her shoulder more than once, but the bustling streets carried only tourists and locals, none of whom paid her any special attention. Still, the feeling persisted. She chalked it up to paranoia. Or maybe jet lag. She had barely slept the night before, too giddy with excitement. That, combined with the heavy heat, was bound to play tricks on her mind. Her feet led her through the Piazza dei Priori, the heart of the city. She let her fingers trail along the cool stone of an archway, pausing before an iron-wrought gate leading into what she assumed was an administrative building. The emblem above it was an ornate crest that drew her in, the design strangely familiar in a way she couldn’t place. She turned away, intending to continue her exploration, when she collided with something, or rather someone, solid. A chill raced down her spine. The man before her was unnaturally still, his crimson eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. He was tall, statuesque, with dark hair and an aristocratic air that made him seem like he had stepped out of a Renaissance painting. “I- ” she began, but the man tilted his head, lips curving in a way that sent every nerve in her body on high alert. “Interesting,” he murmured, his voice a low purr. “You have quite the resemblance to someone.” As he spoke she could feel it – some tether snapping into place, something irrevocable settling in the marrow of her bones. His gaze darkened, nostrils flaring as if drinking in her very essence. She didn’t understand the weight of the moment, but he did. “You should come with me,” he said, voice gentle, but there was no mistaking it for anything but a command. She took a step back. “Excuse me?” Before she could blink, another figure materialized beside the first, this one even more regal, draped in flowing black robes. His skin was translucent, his long fingers steepled in thought as he studied her. “Aro,” the first man murmured, as though she were an offering presented before a king. The second man, Aro, gazed at her in silence. Then as if compelled he reached for her hand. She jerked back on instinct, but something in the way his expression flickered made her pause. “You…” Aro whispered, his voice barely audible. His crimson eyes burned with something she couldn’t name. “I know you.” A cold dread settled in her stomach. “That’s impossible.” Aro’s lips curled into a knowing smile, and in that moment, she knew her fate had already been sealed. She had come to Volterra to touch history. She hadn’t expected history to touch back.

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In the hours that followed, she found herself swept away and led through a labyrinth of hidden corridors beneath Volterra. The walls dripped with age and the air was thick with something ancient, something beyond time. She should have been afraid, should have been struggling, screaming, demanding an explanation but instead, she walked in silence, her mind whirring. They finally arrived at a vast chamber where two more men were waiting. The silence in the chamber was suffocating. Aro stood before her, fingers still tingling from the momentary contact with her skin. His expression remained unreadable, though a storm brewed behind his red eyes. He turned slightly, exchanging a glance with Marcus and Caius, who observed the scene with varying degrees of interest. “My dear,” Aro’s voice was soft, almost reverent. “Do you have any idea who you are?” The question sent a shiver through her. “I’m just… me,” she answered hesitantly. “I came here for a vacation, to see the historical sites.” Aro let out a low chuckle, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Ah, fate is truly a fascinating thing.” He stepped closer, tilting his head. “You are more than a tourist. You carry the blood of my family, the last thread to a past long buried.” She shook her head, heart hammering. “That’s not possible.” “Oh, but it is.” His voice was velvet and as he circled her his robes whispered against the marble floor. “Centuries ago, before I chose this life, before immortality, I had a family. A sister.” His eyes darkened. “She did not join me on this path. She remained human. And her bloodline, it seems, has endured the test of time.” The words hit her like a blow. Aro, this ancient, powerful being was claiming her as kin. “You are my descendant, my blood,” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “How extraordinary.” The weight of his words sank in, a dizzying sensation overtaking her. Her entire reality had shifted in an instant. She wasn’t just another tourist. She wasn’t just a visitor admiring Volterra’s beauty. She was tied to something far older, far darker than she had ever imagined. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to breathe. This had to be a mistake. “I don’t-” She struggled to form the words, to make sense of the impossible. “I don’t understand. How can you be sure?” Aro’s lips curled into something resembling a smile, but there was something almost wistful in his expression. “My dear, I have seen many things in my years but there are certain truths one does not question.” He lifted a pale hand, as if tempted to touch her again but refrained. “When I took your hand, I saw pieces of the past, fragments of what once was. The resemblance alone is uncanny, but the blood… it does not lie.” Marcus, who had been watching in silence, shifted slightly in his throne. His expression was unreadable, yet his eyes bore into her with a depth that made her uneasy. “It has been a long time since Aro has spoken of his human ties,” his voice barely above a whisper. “This is… unexpected.” Caius, on the other hand, did not look as pleased. His lips curled in distaste, his crimson gaze sharp with suspicion. “Blood does not always make one family,” he murmured barely sparing her a glance. “What does it matter? She is human. Fragile.” Aro didn’t seem perturbed by his Caius' dismissiveness. Instead, he clasped his hands together, his eyes still locked onto her. “Oh, but this changes everything, dear Caius. She is the last of my mortal lineage. A thread connecting me to the past I had thought lost forever.” His voice filled with admiration, and it made her stomach twist. The sheer gravity of the situation was suffocating.

This morning, she had been an ordinary traveller exploring the streets of an ancient city, marvelling at its history. Now, she was standing in the heart of something far older, something secret and dangerous. “I- I don’t know what you want from me,” she admitted, voice unsteady. “I’m not… I’m not special.” Aro chuckled, shaking his head as if the very idea amused him. “Oh, but you are, dear one. You are proof that my past did not die with my humanity. You are a living remnant of a life I thought lost to the sands of time.” His gaze softened, something almost warm flickering in his ancient eyes. “And I would see you protected.” Protected. The word rang in her ears like a warning. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “Protected,” she echoed warily. “From what?” Aro exchanged a glance with Marcus before answering. “From the world, my dear. And from those who might seek to exploit what you are.” A chill ran down her spine. “And what exactly am I?” Aro stepped closer, his presence both commanding and unnerving. “You are my kin,” he said simply. “And that is not a thing I take lightly.” She searched his face for any sign of deception, for some hint of ulterior motive, but all she found was certainty. Whatever this was, whatever he saw in her, he truly believed it. And that terrified her. Alec and Felix, who had been standing in silent observation after entering the chamber, finally moved. Alec’s curious gaze lingered on her. Felix, on the other hand, exhaled sharply and smirked. “So, what now?” he asked, his deep voice breaking the tension. “Do we add ‘long-lost niece’ to the official Volterra records?” Caius scoffed. “This is a distraction.” Aro only smiled, clearly unfazed by his displeasure. “This is an opportunity,” he corrected smoothly. Then, turning his full attention back to her he gestured toward the grand chamber. “You must be exhausted, my dear. We have much to discuss, but you will need time to process all you have learned.” She hesitated. Was that an order or a suggestion? Her body screamed for rest, for a moment to breathe and process the sheer impossibility of what had happened. But the logical part of her mind, the part that still clung to reason, knew she wasn’t leaving. Not yet. Maybe not ever. With a deep breath, she nodded. “I… I think I need to sit down.” Aro’s smile widened, his crimson gaze gleaming with something unreadable. “Then allow me to extend my hospitality, dear one. You are, after all, family.” And as the doors to the chamber closed behind her, she knew with unsettling certainty that her life would never be the same again.

[dvesinthewind]

Heartbeat | Demetri Volturi

In which, you've never believed in superstitions or folktales, but a particular encounter leaves you convinced otherwise.

A/N: I, for one, have never been to Italy so excuse any misconceptions or misinformation. This is my first piece in what feels like forever, as well as my first ever smut. Please enjoy, and I may publish a second part. WC 3.6K

Warnings: 18+, f!reader, smut, language, mentions of blood, mentions of death/murder, smoking, alcohol, Demetri is mentioned to be taller than the reader, sex in public

The city of Volterra is a unique one-- full of ancient architecture, a versatile climate, and a few believers of creatures with fangs and an appetite for human blood. Nevertheless, it became home relatively quickly. Naively, you assumed most of the irrational folklores and legends were left behind lingering in the United States while you remained overseas. This was far from the case, however. Abroad, you met Germans who spoke fearfully of Krampus, and Eastern Europeans who drunkenly confessed their acknowledgement of vampires. As a young visitor in the European city, you were aware of the culture, but you were simultaneously aware of the stories, rumors-- men with crimson irises and women who never showed up to class the next day. To you, it was ridiculous. Another excuse to keep women in check, or inside for that matter. You had to see it to believe it. Yet, as unserious as it seemed to yourself, your roommate was far from a skeptic.

Suspiciously quiet inside her own bedroom, you decided to knock carefully. Your clothed feet tapped onto the wooden floors impatiently, feeling the chill of the floorboards only slightly through the fabric with each rhythmic thump. A soft voice echoed, and you twisted the knob mindfully. Her window was open, allowing sweet spring air to filter the muted room. Her back facing you, she eyed you curiously through her vanity mirror. Curtains danced gently along to the breeze, washing in and out similarly to fresh waves amongst a sanded shore. "Is something wrong?" Maria asked. You shook your head, stepping further into the girl's bedroom. A pair of black heels rested beside her wardrobe, that was cracked open barely enough to peer into. Fuzzy, black cat ears laid innocently on the duvet clad on her mattress, next to a small cocktail dress. Watching your curious gaze, Maria spoke up. “Boring, right? If only I gave myself more time to plan something much... more creative.” A frown etched along her lips, and suddenly you remember your initial concern.

"To be honest, I'm really surprised you're going out at all." You shifted your weight onto one foot, crossing your arms like a concerned parent. A true Italian Catholic, Maria was familiar firsthand with the ghost stories, as well as the guilt. In addition to the generational anxieties, she was taking a course on The Origins of Myths, Monsters, and Vampires, making her excessively paranoid. Weeks had gone by where her flashy clothes collected dust in her wooden wardrobe, and her gaudy jewelry remained unpolished in it's casing, seemingly losing it's initial shine. So, as she clasped a golden bracelet around her wrist, bewilderment nested between your brows.

"It's Halloween," she states simply. "Though," Maria inhales sharply, dropping the makeup brush onto the vanity desk with an audible crash. "I can't help but to think about her--"

"Maria, she--"

"Was found torn apart!" She sobs, tears swelling at her waterline and threatening to ruin her existing foundation. The brunette drops her head into her manicured hands.

Your touch finds her back, caressing where her silk nightgown meets her curled hair. It seemed preposterous-- something subhuman feeding on women you knew personally, something monstrous lingering in alleyways just blocks from an ancient church. Her fears had to be irrational, but as you glanced at her brown eyes and the terror imbedded in them, you wondered if there was a semblance of truth. Just weeks ago, a student was reported missing after a night out. She was familiar to the both of you, yet her remains exhibited anything but. Found with multiple bite marks indented into her tanned skin, she sported a gash so deep within her torso that she could've been split into two. The young woman was nearly unrecognizable. An open-toe heel absent from her manicured foot, she was noticeably brutalized. Her skin was cruelly decorated in maroon hand prints, as if one had skillfully painted them on her mutilated corpse. "You don't have to go out tonight, honey."

Maria tosses her hand up dismissively, then softly dabbed a tissue at her tear-stained cheeks. "I promised Giada, besides, I cannot hide forever," she mumbled. Your roommate returns to her beautification, only to pause and point the edge of her brush at you. "Come with me." Head already shaking, Maria disregards your protest. "It would make me feel better having someone, you know?"

“Must I draw on whiskers too?” You jest.

Maria scoffs, “there will only be one sexy pussy in the club tonight. Find your own costume.”

Singing loudly in the backseat of the taxi, Maria's mood was much brighter. As she moved vigorously to the music, her body continuously knocked into yours, making it difficult to light the cigarette in your hand. Your legs were crossed before you, a small purse resting in your bare lap. Your red cape was tucked behind your sitting frame, and you mentally hoped your costume was easily guessable. Giada was beside Maria, stretching over the console to speak to the driver. You didn’t particularly loathe her, but she was certainly not your favorite of her friends. The blonde was unpredictable, slightly problematic, and was quick to get with any guy Maria showed interest in.

The nightclub exhibited a stone staircase, leading guests down a strenuous journey with a singular railing to trust your balance with. Candles were upholstered against the elongated walls, mirroring something medieval. The wax dried trickling against the chipped paint. Cursing the constructor of the ancient steps, Maria looped her arm around your own. The bass shook the ground beneath you, vibrating against your heels. Amongst the sea of people, remained a variety of costumes and glasses with miscellaneous alcoholic potions, yet under the LEDs, it all appeared the same. Giada swiftly dragged Maria to the dance floor, as Maria gave a pitiful look, and you found yourself residing at the bar counter.

That's when you noticed him. A man with indescribable features remained idly across the bar. His hair could've been blonde, or white, but the lighting only allowed so much to be revealed. You eyed him curiously as he nursed a glass of his own, dark irises staring back at you. Goosebumps rise carefully along your spine, allowing you to feel the tightness of your dress around your torso. Strobe lights flash in, and the mysterious man flashes out-- nowhere to be found once it lights the room again. Trying to shake the image of his gaze, you bring your glass along your lips and force some of the liquor down. It should bother you, shouldn't it? Had he not been strikingly appealing, warmth would not be burning below your waist and teasing along your underwear. You had to be practical, and perhaps there was no man at all. So as a quick hand found it's way along the dip of your waist, you reacted swiftly. "Jesus, Maria!" You hissed, softening as soon as she sat beside you. Eyeing the chilled glass resting before you, the girl smiles. As she reaches out, you watch while the condensation melts into the palm of her warm hand, dripping down her chin as she brings the crystal to her lips. “I would’ve bought you your own,” you scoffed.

Maria hums, taking one last gulp before gesturing to the bartender. She wipes the remaining drops from her mouth, and watches the bartender take away the lipstick-stained glass. “Giada disappeared.” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Disappeared where?”

The brunette audibly shrugs. Seemingly not her first drink of the night, she smiles graciously at the pristine glasses set down before the two of you. Leisurely wrapping her long fingers along the clear cup, her brows shoot up. “With a very large man.” Maria paused, gears visibly turning as she chewed the inside of her cheek. “You know, I promised I’d teach you Italian.”

Any semblance of relaxation had vanished once again. You hated babysitting. You wondered how many drinks Maria had scored whilst you sat longingly on the bar stool. It’s peculiar, her mood now—sitting at the bar, watching as the liquid in her hand swished around the ice cube. “You’re not worried?”

“About Italy?”

“No, Maria, not about Italy. About Giada.”

The woman is unfazed. Perhaps she hadn’t heard you, or perhaps she was apathetic to Giada’s whereabouts. Regardless, you hated repeating yourself— especially when competing with the vigorous bass ricocheting off the warm bodies beside you. Allowing the cold liquid to escape down to the pit of your stomach, you glanced towards the other end of the counter. The same man from earlier was standing confidently once again, except he was no longer alone. His counterpart was nearly a head larger than he, staring over the crowd like a lighthouse would the ocean. His lights surveyed towards your position, and the same chills struck against your spine. This man was easier to make out, with pitch black eyes and tusks of curled hair that pressed against his forehead. It was noticeably tousled, and had you not been staring so long, you wouldn’t notice his shorter companion glance back at you. Maria’s phone begins vibrating on the wooden countertop, dragging your attention away from the attractive duo. “Are you going to get that?”

Maria slowly flips her phone over, revealing Giada’s contact reflecting back at you. Your shoulders lose the built up tension. She's alive at least, you say to yourself. Your roommate mumbles something of needing to meet her in the restroom, and again you search for the man across the bar.

Several drinks later, and you’re stumbling through the stoned streets of Volterra. Thin stiletto heels facing difficulty traveling on the crooked roads, you’re left balancing on the walls beside you. It’s a cruel similarity to the staircase in the night club, only this time there’s no railing to trust your life with. The streets are not always this barren, and for once you’re unappreciative of the lack of the typical chaotic symphony of voices vibrating against the ancient homes you’re sandwiched between. There is no aroma that’s thick of freshly baked bread, or the occasional clang of currency clashing against each other and into the palms of the merchants. There is no chatter of shoppers as they mesh into the bustling market streets. The stalls are devastatingly empty, and as your buzz begins to fade into paranoia, you yearn for someone to guide you home.

A clatter rings behind you, raising the small hairs along the back of your neck. If you could only walk a little faster. You can see the university from where you stood, proud and tall from behind the strip of buildings ahead of you. It’s mighty, and for a second you feel like a devout Catholic approaching the Vatican. Yet, your heart thumps inside your chest, and you find your muscles straining with each quicker step. The organ vibrates louder inside your ear drums, and footsteps are nearing behind you. This is it, you think. I am going to be found with one less stiletto, and bite marks along my corpse. Turning quickly, you’re expecting to meet your fate, but it’s something unexpected. A furrow meets along your brows, and the man raises his hands defensively. “A young woman should never walk home alone, especially not one with your beauty.”

Heart skipping a beat, you internally curse at your nervousness partially calming at the sight of him. A stranger. A man who stared longingly at you from across the club, following in your shadows as you lead him to your residence. And somehow, you’re pleased to see him. Perhaps because he didn’t sport fangs, a massive collar, and a long cape that trailed behind him. Seeing him under the yellow hue of the street lights, only now can you see him perfectly. Nevertheless, you reply, “do you always follow women home?”

The stranger chuckles, and takes yet another step towards you. He is undeniably attractive with a jawline so prominent and a porcelain complexion. His eyes seem peculiarly dark, and then you notice it. An audible hitch in your breath is heard. The man eyes your attire, dragging his crimson irises from your forehead down to your heeled feet. “And what exactly are you supposed to be?”

Perhaps it’s the alcohol lingering somewhere in your system, but his accent sends heat directly where it shouldn’t. You peer up at him, angling your head to get the full visual. “Little red riding hood,” you all but choked. The man smirks down at your frame. “I saw you in the bar.”

“Did you, little one?”

“I think I’d recall,” you hum, somewhat trapped beneath him. You’re engulfed by his cologne, as if he could possibly be anymore enchanting. His maroon eyes still strike bewilderment in you. If he was in costume, did he stop at the contacts? Your curiosity gets the best of you. “And what are you supposed to be?”

“My name is Demetri, and you are?” Demetri brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against it. Only then do you notice how cool his touch is. The man is clad in a black dress shirt, along with black dress pants. On a warm European night like this one, you doubt he's running cold. Unfortunately, your desire gets the best of you.

“What cold hands you have.” You tease. “Maybe I can help with that.”

Demetri wastes no time in swiftly bringing you into a nearby alleyway. Your back is pressed against the hard wall, as he kisses along the skin of your neck, stopping at the ridge of your collarbone. Demetri audibly inhales, the action bringing chills along your exposed skin. Your heartbeat thumps gently against his cool lips and the man lingers for a moment longer. "You're intoxicating." He whispers. A strong hand grabs along your clothed waist, and Demetri's lips finally find your own. You moan into his mouth, arching your back to press your body into his. Your fingertips toy with the material of his dress shirt, fumbling teasingly with his belt before they explore underneath. The man hisses as your manicured nails scratch mindfully along his hardened abdomen. The man is strangely cold to the touch, but as his hand travels below your waist, grasping at the exposed skin where he's pushed up your skirt, any concern is washed away mindlessly.

Whilst pulling at the dirty-blonde hair on his skull, you watch Demetri skillfully unveil your bare breasts. A moan trips over your stained lips, and chilled fingertips toy at your hardened buds. "I wanted you from the moment I saw you across the crowded room." He admits. "Now you're writhing beneath me. You want me to touch you, darling?" His hand cups your warm cheek. The temperature difference makes you lean into his touch. You nod, and the man clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "Tell me, or I will not go further."

"Please." But, it isn't enough. The man holds your waist and part of you feels he's holding your entire weight off the ground. Your knees have grown weak, and yet he hasn't touched you where it's truly aching. "Please, Demetri. Touch me."

A man of his word, Demetri expertly swipes a finger inside your underwear. His fingertip borders your entrance, and you watch as he smirks at the readiness of your sex. "So ready for me, I should just fuck you now." His vulgarity prompts your impatience, wanting to just force his fingers inside of you now. "How attached are you to this particular pair?" You wished your mind was clear enough to remember exactly which pair he was speaking of.

"I mean, why do you ask?" You ask flirtatiously.

"Because I am going to rip them off of you." Desire is imbedded in Demetri's eyes, and yet he's still searching for permission in yours.

"Could always buy me another pair."

The man chuckles, tugging at the soaked, lacy fabric and with seemingly no effort, it is audibly torn off of your body and discarded. You gasp, and Demetri catches it with his own mouth. His gentle digits sink into your entrance, collecting the moisture as he pumps in and out intentionally. Heat floods and flushes across your cheeks, and you bury your face into his chest. The euphoria is unlike any other. You wonder where he had been when you truly needed him. Your sex swallows his fingers generously, pulsating around him like a blood pressure monitor. Demetri brings his thumb to simultaneously toy with your swollen clit, prompting a moan to echo in the empty street. "You take my fingers so well, my love. I can't wait to have you around me." Your companion doesn't stop until your face pinches, that familiar warmth explodes in your abdomen. Your knees buckle, and you feel a strong arm bring you in closer to prevent you from collapsing. As your toes uncurl within your heels, you stand carefully. Weak, standing similarly to a newborn doe, you waste no time in grabbing at Demetri's belt. He stands tall before you, and watches as you loosen it. Seemingly amused, the permanent smirk on his face is wiped into pleasure. Your warm hand frees his length, stroking leisurely. Demetri growls as you unwrap your grip from his throbbing erection. Your knees hit the ground in record pace, and you carefully bring his member to your plump lips. "Gods." The man groans, thrusting subconsciously inside the warmth of your mouth. The street is rough on your bare skin, rocking back and forth with every forward push in your throat. The act is loud inside the alleyway. The clash of suction and his own grunts are pleasantly displayed from your position on the ground. As he stands above you, the throb tenses against your clit. He sounds heavenly. Had you known he tasted this delectable, you would've approached him much sooner. Demetri clears his throat. "As much as I would love to spread my seed down your throat, I would much prefer for it to be inside of you." The man brings you to face him again, his jaw visibly strained with pleasure.

Bringing him down to meet your lips, the kiss you share is far too domestic for strangers. You can't say the experience was expected, but part of you wishes it would never end. The attraction you feel towards him is intoxicating, and as he lifts your leg and positions himself at your entrance, you pray he lasts for hours.

Demetri's length slides into you with little struggle, prompting an immediate pulsation from your vaginal walls. He groans into the crevice of your neck and shoulder, placing his teeth gently along the exposed skin. Part of you wishes he would bite down, but he never does. Instead, he swallows your moans with his lips, thrusting into you with such precision you feel him entirely. The size of him seems almost made for you, as he fills and stretches your entrance expertly. "You take me so well, darling. Who knew a little human would be made for me?"

Little human? You're so drunk off of his length, each stroke leaves you thoughtless. "God, I can't even-"

Demetri hushes you, using his strength to rock your hips into his. His attention finds your nipples once again. This time, he brings his mouth down to suckle carefully. The new sensation brings goosebumps scattered along your chest, and your nipples harden against his tongue instantly. "Such a good girl for me." Your body reacts so well to his touch, melting with every gesture he makes. You feel somewhat like a puppet, with Demetri pulling all of your strings. Yet, the interaction is so rewarding. With him inside of you, his length seems to hit an overwhelmingly sweet spot each time. Your weight is once again supported completely and entirely by the man you met less than an hour ago. The hardness of his biceps only ignites the flame more aggressively.

He shudders faintly, and you feel his length twitch inside of you. "I will have you walking home with my cum dripping down your thighs, little one." You moan at the thought, embracing Demetri's strong frame as he finishes inside of your sex. The secretion slightly frozen inside of you, you hiss at it's attempt to seep out. The contrasting temperature from the warmth of your pussy is intriguing. It leaves you somewhat displeased, yearning for another round. Having him inside of you was so fulfilling, feeling him pull out prompted an audible groan of disapproval. To this, Demetri chuckled. As if he could read your mind, he assured you. "Soon enough, darling. We should get you home."

The entire walk home was a blur. Your sobered mind thought of Maria. Demetri pressed his lips against yours at the university gate, promising to see you again soon, and disappearing as soon as your back turned to face him. You wondered what Maria would say if she caught you in such a position. A man-- undoubtably inhuman, fucking you senseless against a residential building. A man, whose skin was frozen to the touch, kissing you passionately before your residential gates. It's almost comical, until you think of the murdered girl. His cool touch, and eyes uncannily crimson, could this be the creature you heard violent murmurs of? Surely, it could not be the same man that handled you so gently. Had he wanted to feast upon your flesh and blood, he would've done so much earlier on, right? The thought of him sinking his teeth into your neck was no longer as appealing, and it somewhat brought nerves to your stomach. Had you encountered the very folklore you protested the existence of?

As you nestled further into your sheets, your mind wandered to Demetri. Had you slept with the enemy?

[kimi240302]

Come back to me Part 4

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

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

Alec Volturi x Swan!Female!reader

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" The light in her eyes was stolen by the sadness in her heart" - d.s.

“You actually leave your room for once!” Y/N closed her eyes and smiled faintly. She didn't turn to the voice, however and continued to look at the snow-covered landscape in front of her. “I couldn't stand it in my room anymore. After all, I've already spent a year there and look what it's done to me?” Rosalie stopped next to the young girl in the clearing. “I'm glad to see you out here. I couldn't see you like this anymore, shut off from everyone and everything in your room.” Silence fell between the two of them, and Rosalie took advantage of this to take a closer look at Y/N. She had lost weight, her cheeks were sunken and the sparkle in her eyes had disappeared. But the blonde-haired girl had to smile slightly when she saw what Y/N was holding in her hand. “What are you going to do with your portfolio?”

The woman looked down at the black portfolio in her hands. Y/N had to admit that she had forgotten all about it and the reason why she had come to the meadow. The sight that presented itself to her, the fields, the air and the snowflakes that trickled down on her had distracted her. After all, Y/N was seeing all of this for the first time, otherwise she had only ever looked out her room window, which she now regretted, for the beauty spread out before her was nothing compared to the small glimpse she had from this small window. Y/N looked back at the woman she had grown to love like a sister.

“Do you want to hear the truth?”

Rosalie nodded warily, not sure if she really wanted to hear it. After all, she partly blamed herself for the state the young girl had been stuck in for a year. “I know I had a path before the accident. A goal that I was following.” Tears came to Y/N's eyes, but she didn't let them run down her face, she had already cried enough. “I know I had my future planned out. I know I had big plans and was looking forward to the future.” The young girl turned to the blonde-haired vampire. “Now when I only try to think about my future, I feel like something is holding me back, something I might find in my lost memory. But no matter how hard I try, I do not remember! This feeling of having lost something that seems so important to me breaks me every day and I don't know what I can do about it.”

Rosalie watched Y/N lose her fight against the tears, wiping them from her cheeks, angry with herself and the world. “Damn, it's like someone hit the damn pause button for a whole fucking year. I don't understand why, Rosalie! It hurts, so much. I want nothing but to be alive. But this feeling of having lost something of myself in these vanished memories keeps me from moving on with my life.”

The young woman looked back at the portfolio sadly. She opened it carefully and flicked through it. It broke Rosalie's heart to see her like this. She had always been against the idea of interfering in Y/N's life in this way. But she had promised her father. A promise that still ran down her lungs like poison.

The blonde-haired woman approaches Y/N, who was still engrossed in her drawings. She carefully placed her hands on the young woman's shoulder. “Why are you up here Y/N?” Turning her head to Rosalie, Y/N spoke in a low voice, “To get closure. I can't hold on to the past anymore. I can't wait for my memories to come back out of nowhere anymore. I have to finally live my life again. Otherwise it will be on pause forever.”

They both looked deep into each other's eyes.

Rosalie removed her hands from Y/N's shoulders and took a step back. The blonde nodded in agreement. With a deep breath, Y/N closed her eyes. She took the first drawing from her portfolio. She opened her eyes again and looked at it closely. The outline of a face she didn't know and probably never would, that haunted her every night, while the features remained hidden from her.

She lifted the drawing into the air, tears beginning to stream down her face again as her grip on the drawing tightened. Rosalie stepped beside her again, “Shall I go.” Y/N shook her head. “I don't want to do this alone.” The blonde-haired girl nodded. “Why is it so hard?” “Because it was the only thing that kept you alive last year. But Y/N, it's time to let go.” “I know.”

With these words, Y/N let go of the drawing. The two friends watched as the sheet was carried out into the wide world by a gust of wind. They repeated this until there was only one drawing left. Rosalie put her hand over Y/N as she was about to take it out of the folder. “Keep the last one, you might need it one day. Like to remind you what a deep hole you fought your way out of.” Y/N nodded and closed the folder.

“Why did you follow me?” Y/N interrupted the renewed silence between the two of them. “I wanted to give you something. As I said, I couldn't stand to see you wasting away in your room any longer. So I thought I'd give you a little push in the right direction.” She pulled out the envelope she had hidden in her pocket and handed it to the confused-looking Y/N.

The young woman took the envelope, but when she recognized the emblem on the letter, her eyes grew wide and her hands began to tremble. “Rosalie, what have you done?” “I took the liberty of making a folder out of all your drawings and sending it to the school you always wanted to go to. I didn't open it, but they would be idiots not to take you.”

Y/N pressed the black portfolio, which she was still clutching tightly, into Rosalie's hand and tore open the envelope at the same time. She hungrily took in each letter one by one. Then she lowered the letter and looked at Rosalie with wide eyes. “The School of Arts in Rome, wants me! I'm in!” Y/N jumped into Rosalie's arms. Rosalie hadn't expected it and fell into the snow with Y/N. Neither of them seemed to care though. Y/N hugged Rosalie a little tighter, “Thank you!” “For what?” “For never giving up on me!” “Never!”

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“I'm going to Rome!” Y/N shouted not a second later as she entered the Cullen house. The family, who had just gathered in the living room to discuss a trip, were all looking at each other in confusion. “What do you mean?” Bella got up from the couch, picked up the letter from her sister and read it. “I have to pack. Alice, Rosalie you'll help me, won't you?” Without waiting for an answer, Y/N ran up the stairs to her room. “How?” Bella looked around in confusion. “I sent in her drawings. It's time for Y/N to find her own way. Accept it or leave it. You can't stop it either way.” Rosalie turned away from Bella and walked up the stairs. Happy to see Y/N with life energy again.

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“Say what's on your mind, brother.” Caius was busy putting the last drawing pads on the tables in his classroom. “You're the one of us who hates humans the most and yet you've been teaching them art for a year, why?” Aro sat down in Caius' teacher's chair while Marcus simply stood at the window and looked out. Demetri, Afton, Felix and Chelsea stood at the front door, keeping watch, even though none of the humans that were about to come were a threat to their masters.

“First of all, there are new students today. I'm starting my first class of my own.” Caius placed the last block and straightened up to look at Aro. “Everyone has dealt with her disappearance differently brother. She has changed my view slightly. I honor her memory by sharing my knowledge of the art with others.”

Even after a year, every single Volturi found it hard to say Y/N's name and yet everyone had begun something to honor her, even if most didn't always show it. Aro nodded in understanding, stood up and clapped his hands. “We'll leave you to it then. Your students should be here any moment.” Caius nodded, but didn't really listen anymore. Marcus turned to Caius to say something to him too, but a knock interrupted him.

“Come in,” Caius called out, trying to put on his best smile. However, when the door opened, the smile fell from his face, while every Volturi present couldn't believe their eyes. Y/N clutched her folder tighter in her hand as she entered the room. She was unsettled as several pairs of eyes stared at her. “Sorry…” She cleared her throat, “Is this Professor Caius Volturi's class?”

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Girlfriend

Demetri Volturi x fem reader

Summary: Demetri just being his sweet self Warnings: Slight mentions of people being pigs, but other than that just Fluff A/N: Another one!!!! This one just flowed out of me, I'm pretty sure it took me like 5 hours to write. I did not intend to finish it today but all well, Im just keeping everyone feed😅. The song inspiration for this was "Girlfriend" by Big Bang. Enjoy💙 Word Count: 921

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How can you be so pretty? Will you believe me if I tell you I've got more butterflies than the first time I met you

A breath of fresh air I felt as he came into my view, the air felt crispier as I inhaled and exhaled. My eyes never left him as he moved away from me. Where is my air going? Did I say something wrong? Maybe I did say something wrong but I could have sworn I saw a small smile trying to break through his serious face. My mouth spoke before I could even think, I called him pretty. Just that simple six letter word, and  that word made him walk away from me. Maybe I embarrassed him, he mentioned nobody gives him too many compliments, only stares. I probably just caught him off guard then. Yes that's it, maybe I should do it more often. 

I thought it was adorable how he looked at me with a hint of confusion at that word but when he did turn away I caught that smile. It was so adorable, if it were possible for him, I know he would have blushed. I bet he would look lovely with a hint of pink or red on his sharp cheekbones, it would probably suit him perfectly. 

I doubt he would be the one blushing, he always makes me flustered when he compliments me, it's like a second tongue for him, his own language that only he knows how to talk. I wish I knew how to talk like him but he has told me he finds it adorable when I say random things or how blunt I can be with my words.

When I'm tired and wasted. When I sometimes stumble. Girl, you always pick me up. Just like now, by my side

When he found me, I was at my lowest in life, I couldn't even look in the mirror without wanting to break it. Everything in life had no meaning to me, I would just walk life on autopilot not really living life as one should. The sun could be shining so bright, or the day would be so beautiful and I would feel like a heavy cloud would be over me, soaking me in rain. I just felt cold all the time, no amount of sweaters would help lessen the cold. But when I accidentally bumped into him, I felt that cloud be bumped away from me also. He was the warmth and air I needed to be…human again. 

When he looked down at me with the most sincere look of worry as he reached for my hand, I felt my heart beating faster. As my hand touched his cold one, I felt that shot of electricity run through my whole body. It felt like I was having one of those over dramatic sights of a first love moment you see on TV. Me and him were the main characters in some Kdrama, I was for sure seeing the spotlight on us at that moment and I could hear the music.

Yeah, my girlfriend, my girlfriend. She ain't no side chick, mistress, girlfriend. My girlfriend, my girlfriend. 'Cause ain't nothing in the world compare to my girlfriend

When I would bring him along to my work events, everyone had their eyes on him. But his eyes never left me, I was his girlfriend because we can’t say we are mates and saying we were married would bring up too many questions for our liking. And at the time we were together for a couple of months so far. People at work were questioning our relationship. How can the most perfect man to ever exist be with someone…like me. It was hard to ignore them talking, it was even at a point where they didn't even try to be hush hush about it. 

I remembered at another work event he was with some of my male coworkers talking and I heard their conversation.

“So, Demetri was it? How did you end up with a girl like y/n?”

“Was it a bet?”

“Only want her for her body?”

“Nah man she doesn't have anything to put out unless she’s hiding something under her clothes”

He didn't let them continue because his next words shut them up for the rest of the night. “You poor excuse of men are so blind, when I look at her I can see the masterpiece she is, she’s so exquisite in every aspect, you would never be able to meet a women like her”

By then he was at my side guiding us out of the building and off to a nearby lookout point. The whole city can be seen from up here and it was perfect but we only had eyes for each other. The whole world was blurred as I looked into his green contacts, I wish he could take them out so I can look at his red ones. He flashed me his pearly whites while I had one of the stupidest lopsided smiles, some adult I was right now. I was acting like a schoolgirl looking at her new crush of the month. 

I never had someone who would have my back, Demetri had more than my back, he definitely was holding my heart in his hands and he was not letting anything harm it. 

Since meeting you, I feel like I've become a fool. I can't stop smiling. It makes me feel good just to think about you

[brookediamonds]

Could you write an Axel x reader fic. Reader is competing with Miyagi Do in the sekai taikai tournament and is a really smart and good fighter. She is kind of confused why Axel keeps checking her out though because she was a total nerd ( maybe an honorary binary brother? ) and has no game / never gets attention like that.

you're the glitter in the darkness of my world | Axel Kovačević x Fem!Reader

Summary: Back home, you were far from the dating pool. Boys never looked at you, nonetheless flirted with you. Axel is about to change that.

Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: None, sm fluff

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You're not used to this.

Boys don't look at you like that, not the way Axel just did.

You're used to being the third wheel to Eli and Demetri's binary banter, the nerdy girl with killer reflexes and a stash of Star Wars facts no one asked for.

You're the one who corrects Demetri’s math mid-spar and shouts "plot armor!" when Eli pulls off a move he absolutely should not have landed.

That's your role: funny, sharp, underestimated.

So when you're in Barcelona, running through another Miyagi-Do warm-up before the competition, and you catch Axel watching you.

Not just watching, lingering, making you almost trip over your own foot.

You try to ignore it. Tell yourself he's probably just sizing up the competition. The Iron Dragons are intense like that. But then it happens again.

His eyes flick to you during drills. He pauses when you laugh too hard at something Hawk says. And when you land a clean hit in a spar, you swear you hear him mutter something under his breath—low and admiring.

You're dumbfounded. No way.

You? The girl who wore a Legolas tee to team dinner and argued passionately about Batman's fighting stance over paella?

There has to be some mistake.

You're huddled on the hotel lobby couch with Eli and Demetri, a half-eaten bag of chips between you and a vintage-looking board game splayed out across the coffee table.

It's something Demetri brought from home, complete with confusing instructions, dice that have too many sides, and pieces shaped like tiny laser blasters.

"I swear to God, if you sabotage my alliance one more time—" Eli mutters, narrowing his eyes at you.

You just grin and casually slide another power token into your inventory. "Strategic decisions must be made, Eli. You knew the risks when you trusted a Level 6 Rogue Commander with a history of betrayal."

"Why are we friends with her again?" he groans turning to Demetri.

"Because I bring snacks," you grin, popping a chip into your mouth.

Your scrawny friend nods solemnly in agreement. "That’s fair."

You're trying to enjoy it, one last relaxing night before everything gets serious tomorrow, but your knee keeps bouncing and you’ve checked your tournament gear three times already.

The nerves are hitting harder than you expected.

"So," you spoke suddenly, your voice a little too quiet. "You guys wanna maybe stay up a little longer with me? Just like… hang? I'm kinda freaking out about tomorrow."

They both look at you, soft, sympathetic, but Hawk stretches with a yawn, rubbing at his eyes.

"Dude, I'd love to, but I'm dead from that plane ride," he says. "Sensei said we're running drills at sunrise."

Demetri winces in agreement. "If I don’t get at least six hours, my kata turns into interpretive dance. You've seen it. It's not good."

You smile, but it’s a little forced. "No worries. Totally get it. Go recharge your anime protagonist energy."

They stand, giving you quick fist bumps and sleepy "goodnights," and head toward the elevators.

And you're left there, suddenly feeling like the last nerd standing at the end of game night.

You sigh and start packing up the game pieces when a shadow moves near the edge of your vision.

You glance up, and there he is.

Axel Kovačević. The male captain from the Iron Dragons, 3x world champion.

Hands in his hoodie pocket, his hair still damp from a shower, that unreadable look on his face as he steps closer.

"You're nervous," he says simply, not as a question.

Your mouth opens slightly. "Were you just—standing there?"

"I was walking through. I heard you." He pauses. "I can stay."

You blink, completely taken back by his offer. "What?"

His eyes soften, just a little. "If you want company. I'll stay.”

Your heart does that stupid skip thing. You were prepared to spend the night stress-babbling about tactics to your plush Porg in your room, not this.

You clear your throat. "I mean, unless you’ve got broody karate stuff to do…"

"I can be broody here," he says with a hint of a smirk. "Besides… I want to."

Your voice catches. You weren’t expecting that. You never expect this kind of thing.

"…Okay," you nod, slowly smiling. "But only if you promise not to judge my dice-rolling form."

He lifts an eyebrow. "Depends. Is it as sharp as your roundhouse?"

You laugh, for real this time, and scoot over to make room on the couch.

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You end up ditching the dice game in favor of scrolling through streaming services together, your legs tucked beneath you on the couch while Axel lounges beside you, one arm stretched along the backrest.

Somehow, you both end up deep in a passionate debate over The Lord of the Rings—specifically, the extended editions.

"I'm just saying," you argue, gesturing with the remote like it's a sword, "if you skip the scene where Boromir tries to teach the Hobbits sword-fighting, you have no heart."

"I didn't skip it," Axel says, completely serious. "I just said the Helm's Deep battle is better."

You gasp sitting up straight. "That’s blasphemy!"

"I stand by it."

"You would," you mutter, crossing your arms. "Tall. Mysterious. Favors epic destruction. You're basically the Croatian Aragorn."

He snorts at that, a rare laugh escaping him. "He's not mysterious."

"He is to me," you state.

The smile on his face fades slowly, but not in a bad way. More like something's shifted.

You turn back to the screen, but his silence lingers. After a few seconds, you glance sideways, and freeze when you catch him staring.

It's not casual. It's not accidental. His eyes are fixed on you, soft and unreadable, like he’s seeing something that’s unraveling him in real time.

"…What?" you ask, blinking. "Do I have something on my face or something?"

He doesn't laugh. Doesn't look away.

"No," he says, voice quiet. "You're just… really beautiful."

You stare at him, brain stalling like an overloaded game console.

"Shut up," you respond, reflexively, trying to hide the way your heart just jumped into another dimension. "You're messing with me."

"I'm not."

His hand lifts slowly, hesitating for just a second before he reaches out, fingers brushing lightly against your cheek as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

The touch is soft. Careful. Like he’s scared you'll pull away.

"You think I'd stay down here past midnight just to talk about hobbits if I didn't want to be near you?" he adds, tone lower now, almost like a confession.

You feel your breath catch in your throat. For once, your brain, usually full of stats and trivia and sarcasm, comes up completely blank.

Just you, Axel, and the warm hum of hotel lights.

"…I, um," you manage, eloquently.

He leans in slightly, not enough to crowd you, but enough to make the air between you shift.

"You don't have to say anything," he says. "I just wanted you to know."

And he means it. You can tell. No teasing, no smirk, just honesty.

The kind that makes your stomach flip in a really inconvenient but also kind of amazing way.

Your cheeks are burning, your brain is jelly, and your heart is definitely betraying you with how loud it's pounding in your chest.

Axel's fingers still hover just slightly from your face, like he doesn't want to break the moment too fast.

You swallow, trying to work moisture back into your throat.

"…No one's ever told me that before," you admit, voice barely above a whisper. "Outside the dojo, I'm the weird girl. The one who'd rather stay in playing video games or ranting about Tolkien lore than go out and flirt with boys."

You let out a small laugh, kind of nervous. "I have zero game. Like negative game."

He tilts his head, the smallest crease forming between his brows as he studies you.

"That's because the other guys are idiots."

You feel the heat creep up your neck as you catch sight of his soft blue eyes boring into your own.

"I'm not like them," Axel says, his voice quiet but firm. "I don't care if you're a nerd. I like that you're different. You're not trying to be like anyone else. You're just you."

You glance at him, unsure, still half expecting a punchline or some kind of tease, but it never comes.

His expression is completely serious. Earnest.

You exhale slowly, still kind of stunned. "…Are you sure? Like, you know I own three different replica swords, right? And I named my car after a Star Wars character?"

"I like that, too."

"…The swords or the car?"

"Both," he responds without hesitation. "Especially if one of the swords is Andúril."

You let out an actual laugh, a real one this time, and shake your head in disbelief. "You're either lying or you're some kind of perfect, broody glitch in the Matrix."

He leans a little closer, lips twitching into a rare smirk.

"Maybe I'm just into you," he says softly.

Your heart flips, and you're about to make some kind of awkward joke just to keep from combusting when he adds, almost offhandedly—

"You know… earlier you said I was like Aragorn."

You nod, caught off guard. "I mean… yeah. You kind of have Aragorn energy. Quiet. Intense. Sword skills. Very'‘if by my life or death I can protect you' vibes."

Axel's smile grows a little, barely there, but real.

"Then I guess that makes you Arwen."

Your brain stutters, completely still in shock this boy was giving you any kind of compliment.

"What?"

He shrugs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "She was powerful. Kind. Smart. Everyone underestimated her. But she was strong. Unshakable. Beautiful."

Your breath catches in your throat again, and you're sure your entire body temperature just spiked by ten degrees.

He looks down, just briefly, before adding, quieter, "And Aragorn loved her the second he saw her."

Silence.

It stretches between you, soft and warm and full of everything you didn't think someone would ever say to you.

You open your mouth. Close it. Open it again.

"Okay," you finally manage, eyes wide. "That was… objectively the smoothest thing anyone has ever said to me."

He tilts his head slightly, playful. "Even with your zero game?"

You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder. "Okay, rude."

But he just smiles at you again. Open, gentle, and you realize something that hits you like a surprise boss level:

This boy means it.

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The lobby's mostly empty now, just the soft hum of vending machines and the distant sound of elevator dings echoing through the quiet.

You and Axel walk slowly toward the elevators, shoulders bumping every so often, your fingers brushing once or twice in a way that makes your stomach flutter each time.

He doesn't rush the silence. Doesn't try to fill it with anything unnecessary.

Just… walks with you. Like it's enough.

When you reach your floor, you both step out, and suddenly it hits you. You don't want the night to end.

Even though your tournament is tomorrow. Even though your brain should be spiraling into strategy mode. All you can think about is the way Axel's still looking at you.

When you reach your room, you pause in front of the door, turning to face him. He stops just a step closer than before, and your breath hitches.

"This is me," you say quietly, hating how cliché it sounds but not knowing what else to say.

Axel nods, hands in his hoodie pocket. "I know."

You don't open the door yet. Neither does he move away.

And then, gently, he asks, "Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes widen, and your whole body seems to freeze in place.

"I—" You blink, mouth suddenly dry. "I've never, um… I mean. I haven't—"

You don’t have to finish. His expression softens instantly.

"It's okay," he says, stepping just a little closer, lowering his voice like it’s something sacred. "It doesn't have to be perfect. I just want it to be special for you."

You feel your heartbeat everywhere, in your chest, in your fingertips, behind your eyes.

"I do too," you say, almost whispering. "Especially with you. I just… might be really bad at it."

He smiles, the kind of smile that makes everything feel a little slower, a little steadier.

"I'll help," he murmurs. "And you're not bad at anything."

Your breath catches again as he reaches up, his hand cupping your cheek so gently it nearly makes you cry.

"You're beautiful, Y/n," he says, his thumb brushing your skin. "And I see you. Every part of you."

And then, slowly, giving you every second to pull away if you want to, he leans in and kisses you.

Soft.

Careful.

So full of unspoken words that you forget to be nervous halfway through and just feel.

When he finally pulls back, your eyes flutter open and you're sure your face is on fire.

He smirks slightly, but his eyes are still soft. "Still think I'm messing with you?"

You cover your face with your hands. "A little less now."

He chuckles under his breath, then reaches out to gently tug one of your hands away, wanting to see the adorable blush he created.

"I will see you tomorrow,” he says, brushing a kiss to your forehead this time. "Goodnight, my Arwen."

And just like that, he turns and walks down the hall, leaving you standing outside your door, heart pounding, lips tingling, and head completely, blissfully spinning.

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(a/n: that was cute as hell 🥹 btw, i've updated my rules for requesting incase y'all wanna go check that post out it's linked on my masterlist. I think I have 4 more requests to get through before I open my submission box again. thank you to those who have been so patient with me with getting your requests out, this past month has been crazy and i'm up for a promotion at work so i've been doing a lot of interview prep. anyways, don't forget to like, comment, reblog, love y'all!!! 🤍)

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For all the Alec Volturi fanfic writers out there ~

While having him use Italian words of endearment is cute and awesome, have you considered using 'Early Medieval English'?

A list of possibilities; with their loose translation

Mīn lēof - my beloved, my dear

Mīn mægden - my girl/maiden

Mīn līf - my life

Mīn swēte - you can guess this one

Mīn dēore - this one too

Mīn lufu - my love

Mīn hēorte - my heart

Mīn hēartlufu - my heart's love

Mīn trēowa - my true one

Mīn trēowalufu - my true/faithful love

Mīn hordwynn - my delightful treasure

Mīn midgesīþ - my companion (generally not romantic)

For a child perhaps (?) Mīn l��tle wynn - my little joy

Bonus phrases! Iċ lufie þē - "I love you" Þū eart mīn līf - "You are my life"

As far as I know, the only gendered term here is 'mægden'.

P.S. If you do use this, please use ī not i when writing 'my' because...

Sources; (1), (2), (3)

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How they feel when they find out you're their Mate Headcanon

Jane

She never, ever wanted a mate (and honestly, never thought she'd find hers at all, further adding onto the dislike of finding hers), all she needed was her brother (plus Demetri and Felix [which she won't admit out loud, ever]) and then you came along and changed her life, for better or worse. She still hasn't decided but y'all are working on it a little bit every day and that's all her brother could ask her (on your behalf)

Alec

Not once did he think he'd ever find his mate (or admit it to his sister that he actually wanted one [he'd never hear the end of it, something about betrayal and abandonment] he doesn't want to hear it period) and then he found you while he was out on a mission and things definitely changed for him plus the rest of the guard and got his sister to like you

Felix

He was not expecting to meet someone like you, not at all. I mean, the quiet little thing that you were, dude lost it when he put two and two together. Man, was he floored, and everyone knew it before he actually had the guts to admit it (especially when Marcus flat out mentioned your connection growing stronger during a meeting or when he did tell the big guy that you two are mates)

Demetri

He was even less ready than the others. He was the last person to expect to meet his mate, especially someone who could match him, in more ways than one. For example, the first time you two met, he naturally tried to charm you only for him to be the one who was enamored, something that did not shock the other (it also didn't help when Felix teased him about it, damn them living for eternity)

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Your sick

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Miguel: when you was sick Miguel would act like you couldn't do anything and you was as fragile as a flower so you basically wasn't allowed to get out of your bed unless you needed the toilet. He would get his mum to make you some soup and he would watch your favourite movies with you.

Eli/hawk: He would be super soft with you and buy you all your favourite things at the store which made you super happy , when you was sick he would hold your hair back for you.

Demetri:When you told Demetri you was sick he would absolutely not go near you and he was really sorry because he wanted to take care of you but he didn't wanna get sick and when you threw up he would gag and run away but he would make up for it after by giving you all his attention and affection.

Robby: He would have to force you to take your medicine and hold you down because you absolutely hated it (it's disgusting) ,when you fell asleep he would put on something he liked and would braid your hair for you.

Young Daniel Larusso:He wouldn't stop cuddling you no matter how many times you told him he'd get sick ,would get mr miyagi to make you some soup and would read to you until you fell asleep then he would eventually fall asleep to.

Young Johnny Lawrence: He would cancel all his plans and keep asking if you was okay and when you threw up he would hold back your hair but would be fake gagging to , when you fell asleep he would play with your hair and go to the store to buy your f/choc and f/snac which made you super happy and he felt super proud of himself.

[actually-phoenix]

Samtory and hawkmetri parallel scenes while talking about a straight couple getting married doesn't feel right to me like they are two ships that have so much chemistry just to not be canon

[moreofaloner]

On the fandom's wiki it says that Tory's mom died in December and Sekai Taikai is set on April...

THAT'S FIVE MONTHS

They didn't search for her for FIVE MONTHS??

I'm guessing she had to go to Korea to train with the rest. But no one wondered what happened to her??

Her boyfriend didn't call her? Didn't look for her? Didn't wonder where she was for five months??? What about Amanda, what about Sam?? They were her friends. Did they not think five months was enough time and space to give a person??

Tory is a better person than me, because if these bitches started acting all betrayed and disappointed in me I would have caused an international scene.

This feels so ooc. I thought it was like two weeks later. I could understand that in that timeframe. The writers messed up so badly 😭

[briefkittenearthquake]

i’m afflicted with

onlylikingsubbyand/orpath-eticmenosis

(omg…)

(me right now)

[arcana-greenleaf]

May I request Demetri finding his mate? I'd love for her to be a bookworm, plus size if you don't mind, I mean sweaters, tons of To Be Read piles, glasses, hair bows, fuzzy blankets, the whole thing. 🥰🥹😭 I think he would be soft with a girl like that(I'm SO not projecting...) I can't get over how amazing your work is 😭🥹

Hehe, another fun request, thank you! <3 Demetri might be a bit OOC here, but honestly? I too am a sucker for soft Demetri. Thank you so much for the support, I appreciate it more than you know! Enjoy! 📖💖

Demetri never expected his mate to be human. Much less someone so… soft?

He first finds her in a dimly lit bookstore, curled up in a reading nook with a massive hardcover, completely oblivious to the world.

She’s wrapped in an oversized sweater that complements her eyes and her glasses are gradually sliding down her nose, requiring her to push them back up every so often.

As far as Demetri can see her hair is held back with a little bow and there is a steaming mug of tea on the table beside her.

She looks like a painting that he would name ‘a perfect picture of warmth and comfort’.

When she finally notices him she pushes her glasses up once again and offers a polite smile before returning to her book.

He’s captivated.

"What are you reading?" he asks, his voice smooth as velvet.

She blinks up at him, clearly startled by his presence, and stammers something about a historical romance.

His lips twitch in amusement and he makes a mental note to read the book later to understand what has her so entranced.

He quickly becomes a huge part of her life.

Demetri notices she often forgets to eat or drink when she’s too absorbed in a book, so he starts bringing her little snacks and gently nudging her to take a break.

She hesitates at first when he compliments her, brushing it off, but Demetri makes it his mission to ensure she knows how utterly magnificent he finds her.

He adores her reading nook, her towering TBR piles, the way she annotates her favourite books with tiny notes in the margins and pastel sticky notes, the way she organises her books on the shelves, the way she enthusiastically retells him the plot of the book she is currently reading.

He loves to tease her. "I found my mate & she’s more interested in fictional men than in me."

If she falls asleep with a book in her lap he will carefully remove it, mark the page and drape a fuzzy blanket over her.

If anyone so much as looks at her the wrong way, his usual easy charm disappears while his terrifying side emerges. But around her? He’s gentle. A knight sworn to a queen she doesn’t even realize she is.

She is constantly ranting about books and Demetri is so soft for it. He just sits there, chin resting on his hand, watching her with complete and utter devotion while she goes on and on.

"And then – oh my god – he sacrificed everything for her, and she still thought he didn’t love her! Like, HELLO?!"

He hums, amused. "A tragedy, truly."

"RIGHT?"

Honestly he has no idea what’s happening, but she’s happy, so he’s happy.

Sometimes she gets self-conscious about rambling but he immediately shuts that down.

"I could listen to you talk for eternity, darling."

Demetri might be couple of millenniums old but he does not understand the concept of fuzzy blankets.

"Dearest, why do you require this?" "Because it’s cozy?"

He lifts the edge of the blanket with a single finger while staring at the softness as if it offends him. "It is unnecessary. You have me."

"Okay but you don’t come in an oversized, fluffy, warm, machine-washable form."

"Machine-washable?" He repeats, deeply unimpressed. "I am eternal."

She just snuggles deeper into the blanket, murmuring, "Mmm. But is your eternity fleece-lined?"

He loses to the blanket multiple times before he finally starts to understand the appeal.

Demetri quickly learns that a "quick stop" at the bookstore is never really a quick stop.

"Only five minutes, I just need one book."

Forty-five minutes later, Demetri is holding an entire stack while she debates between two editions of the same book.

"This one has deckled edges," she explains. "But this one has sprayed edges. The struggle is real."

Demetri, a vampire with infinite patience, simply stares at her.

Eventually, she just gets both and like a proper gentleman he insists he pays for them.

He loves watching her push her glasses up when they slide down her nose or how she peeks over the frames when she’s suspicious of something.

Sometimes, she loses them and panics. "Demetri, have you seen my…oh."

He’s already holding them out to her with a smirk. "You mean these?"

"...How long have you had them?"

"Long enough to enjoy the show."

One time he tries them on. instant regret

"How do you see through these?" He scowls, blinking rapidly. "This is horrific."

"That’s what I’m saying!" she exclaims. "Now you know my pain!"

He immediately takes back every time he ever teased her about misplacing them. She’s fighting for her life out here.

One day as a joke, she puts one of her bows on him.

A baby pink, frilly hair bow, right on top of the Volturi’s most dangerous tracker.

"...You will remove this," he says, deadpan.

She just grins. "But you look adorable."

The rest of the Volturi are in shock when Demetri walks through the halls with it still in his hair.

Aro is delighted. "Ah, young love!"

Felix and Jane are dying. They will never let him live that down.

Demetri sighs and accepts his fate. He can never say no to her.

She gets excited about romance tropes and tries to get him to recreate them with her.

"Demetri, we need to do the one bed trope."

"But dearest, we share a bed every night."

"No, no. You have to complain about it first, then dramatically sigh before giving in."

He humours her, dramatically throwing himself onto the bed. "Fine! But only because there’s no other option."

She giggles and cuddles up to him.

He secretly loves how invested she is in this.

Then she reads a book where the love interest casually leans against the doorway, arms crossed, looking lovinglyat the main character.

Once again she convinces Demetri to try it.

He props himself up against the doorframe, all smirks and sharp jawline, literally like he just walked out of a book.

"Like this, love?" he asks, his voice like silk.

"Mmmhmm," she nods with a blush, suddenly forgetting every coherent thought.

He pushes off the frame with a pleased smile.

He does it randomly now just to see her flustered reaction.

She is constantly giving him book recommendations.

"Demetri, this one has an intense, brooding, immortal love interest. It’s literally you."

He flips through the pages. "So, I’m a ‘tortured soul with a tragic past and a poetic way of speaking’?"

"Well… yeah."

He smirks. "Flattering, really."

He actually does read them (because it makes her so happy).

The best part? He engages in serious discussions afterward.

"I must say, darling, this hero is hardly as brooding as you claimed. If he were truly tormented he wouldn’t monologue so much."

[emloafs]

a binary boyfriends au where the house fight on December 19th never happened, demetri and eli never make up in high school, and the universe keeps pushing them back together (Boston college au)

aka I wanna gage if anyone would read this fic..... (UPDATE: it's written!)

Demetri is having a shitty morning, so he can’t catch a break. 

Maybe he was moving too fast. Maybe he was in a rush to get back to his apartment and finally attempt the other nine pages of the ten-page essay he should’ve already finished. Maybe the whole thing could be blamed on his long limbs or his natural clumsiness, but Demetri is fully convinced that this guy ran into him. Not the other way around. 

And there goes his second coffee of the day–all over his sneakers, the cafe floor, and the guy who shoulder-checked him at full force. 

“Shit!”

“C’mon, man!” the guy barks at the same time. 

The guy has the hood of his green sweatshirt pulled up over his head, likely doing very little against the weather outside. He’s got wired earbuds in–like all pretentious douchebags do–and Demetri bitterly thinks he must have his music too loud to be aware of his surroundings, hence the collision. His worn utility jacket may have saved the hoodie from the spill but it looks completely ruined now.

Arguably, Demetri is much better off, notably not covered in hot coffee. But, this is his second spilled coffee in a single morning, and the universe is out to get him, so this guy isn't going to hear the end of it.

“You ran into me!” Demetri protests, fuming. 

The guy flicks both his arms a few times, trying to wring out any dripping coffee from his coat sleeves.

Demetri’s never been good at biting his tongue and right now he’s too pissed to hold back. “Maybe if you were actually paying attention to the world around you, and not just plowing in here without a care for other customers or your surroundings, you wouldn’t have ran me over! You know, that’s my second spilled coffee today. I have half a mind to demand you get me a new one-”

The guy finally looks up seemingly to find who is responsible for dumping a medium-sized hot latte all over him. His face is half covered by his hoodie and Demetri can only see an intense side-eye of annoyance as a response to his lecture on the important or personal space. Then, he straightens quickly and narrows his eyes, leaning slightly in to the limited space occupied by a puddle of cooling steamed milk and espresso between them.

“And truly it’s blatantly a matter of safety–”

They lock eye contact and the guy’s eyes widen comically and his eyebrows shoot up so high they disappear above the overhang of his hood.

His voice cracks a little as he interrupts Demetri’s rambling.

“Dem?”

Demetri’s words die halfway through his sentence. Does he know this guy?

The stranger shakes his head roughly and clears his throat. “Sorry, it's just- I…” He looks Demetri up and down and narrows his eyes again. “Is your name Demetri?”

And that's… odd. Demetri inspects the guy’s face as best he can under the sweatshirt hood. He seems sort of familiar, but Demetri can't place it. 

Demetri shifts from one foot to the other, suddenly unsure of how to hold his weight under this guy’s intense gaze. “Um. Yes?”

“Oh my- holy shit!” The guy lets out a laugh of disbelief and pulls out his earbuds, letting them hang out of the top of his hoodie. “This is crazy.” 

He roughly shoves his hood off of his head, and Demetri’s heart drops into the bottom of his stomach. 

He rakes his hand through a thick mop of shaggy light brown hair. Hiding under the hood was a pair of startling blue eyes that Demetri really should’ve recognized. As the not-so-stranger pats the hoodie down behind his neck, Demetri has a clear picture of his entire face. And just before Demetri can come up with a plausible theory on doplegängers, his eyes land on the faint scar rippling from the guy’s upper lip to his nose.

There's just no goddamn way.

So, since Demetri really can’t catch a break this morning, his childhood best friend, Eli Moskowitz, is standing in front of him, covered in his second latte of the morning. 

And Demetri wants to say fuck off or what are you doing here or get out of my city or honestly just walk away, but he’s rendered completely frozen. Demetri feels a little like a cartoon character when their jaw completely unhinges and hits the floor with a comical clang. He’s left buffering like a YouTube video being played with a shitty wifi connection.

He hasn’t seen Eli since high school. Hasn’t talked to him in even longer. It’s probably been four years since they last spoke. Not that Demetri is counting. What the hell is he doing in Boston? What the hell is he doing this close to MIT? Just… what the hell?

Eli’s excited expression falters when Demetri doesn’t respond. He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“It’s uh- It’s Eli. Moskowitz?”

Demetri notes first that he introduces himself as Eli, not that ridiculous nickname he coined in school.

He says it as if Demetri doesn’t know. He says it as if Demetri wouldn’t recognize him faster than the back of his own hand even all these years later. His hair is long, too long. It’s curling over his ears and nearly touching his shoulders, and Demetri is pissed because it still looks good. He looks older, he looks better, and all Demetri can see is the tiny Eli he met in first grade who was missing both his front teeth. 

Demetri doesn’t know what to make of any of it. This feels like some cosmic joke. 

“Uh, no, yeah. Yeah. What- What are you doing here?” Demetri finally manages. His voice sounds a little strangled, but the question comes out bluntly and a bit harsh. 

“Uh,” Eli starts, glancing around, and letting out a confused laugh. He raises an eyebrow and shoves his hands in his pockets, gesturing with his coat around the cafe. “Getting coffee? What are you doing here?” he teases.

Demetri really doesn’t have time for this. He rolls his eyes. “Not here. What are you doing in Boston?” he demands. 

Eli’s playful expression falls. He furrows his eyebrows. “I live here.”

And that’s- that can’t be right. Demetri lives here. Demetri just started his second semester of his junior year at MIT a month ago. He certainly would’ve noticed if Eli Moskowitz lived in Boston. Right?

“You live… in Boston?”

“Yeah,” Eli shrugs, looking much too nonchalant for Demetri’s liking. “I go to BU.” He cocks his head slightly to the side and earnestly says, “I thought you knew that.” 

Demetri did not know that. That’s the thing about no contact. Demetri’s had Eli blocked in all forms of communication since their junior of high school. It’s sort of hard to keep tabs on someone when they’re pretty strictly out-of-sight, out-of-mind. 

[kimi240302]

Part 5 Come back to me

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

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

Alec Volturi x Swan!Female!reader

Main Masterlist / Twilight Masterlist / Come back to me Masterlist

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"Our "almost" will always haunt me"

“You look like you've seen a ghost!” Jane, who had bumped into Demetri in the entrance hall of the castle, looked at him with a questioning look. He only nodded, “Something like that.” Now she looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

Demetri, who until now had only been leaning against the wall and staring at the floor, looked up at Jane. “Y/N is back in Volterra.” A brief silence spread between them. Until Jane found her voice. “Are you sure about this? Demetri, you thought she was back once and then she wasn't!” He nodded. “I know, last time I just wanted it to be her!” Demetri ran his fingers through his hair. “It's true this time, Jane. I'm not the only one who's seen her. Jane she's in Master Caiu's class. Y/N is so close, but….” Jane walked up to Demetri. “But what, Demetri!” He looked at her sadly. “It's true, she can't remember us! She came in and looked at all of us, but didn't recognize any of us. She who changed us can't remember anyone. Nothing, the hours we spent, the stories, the memories! Nothing Jane!”

Jane remained silent, just propped against the wall where Demetri had been leaning just a moment ago. “What are we going to do now? Alec should know. He'll be in the classroom with Master Caius next week, all week, when he walks in there and sees her. His world will be turned upside down once again. As is the case with all of us. Master Aro has disappeared since they met in the library. Master Marcus is in the garden and hasn't moved an inch. Afton and Chelsea are holed up in their room, Felix has gone to tell Santiago and I, I don't know how I can be anywhere near Y/N without wanting to hug her and beg her to remember. We saw her as a sister or a daughter and we're already like that. How will your brother be?”

Jane looked at the floor. “I…” she began, but broke off. Demetri looked at her questioningly. “A year ago, I could have told you how he would react, what would or wouldn't happen. Now it's like I've not only lost the girl I loved and still love like a sister, it's like I've lost my brother in this accident too.” Jane exhaled, even though it was unnecessary for her, pushing herself away from the wall. “Since the day Y/N lay in that hospital bed, I lost him. Whether she's dead or not, they both are in a way and there's nothing I can do about it. That's what haunts me the most.”

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“Alec?” Jane entered the greenhouse with cautious steps. The man she spoke to didn't turn around, just continued to look at the statue. Jane looked at her brother's back for a few seconds. Sighed, turned to the tree that had been planted there to use its leaves for the many candles in the water that were renewed each time. Proof that no one had really let Y/N go. She plucked off a leaf, walked to the pond, past her brother, and sat down on the cold ground next to the water basin, carefully placing the leaf on the water.

Alec turned his gaze to his sister. “I've just renewed the candles.” His voice was cool and quiet, a sign of the few words he spoke these days. Jane ignored her brother and took a candle out of her pocket. She smiled at the candle. The blonde-haired vampire had seen it on a forced shopping trip with Heidi and had taken it immediately, because even though Jane couldn't admit it to herself, at that point, she had never given up hope that fate would eventually bring Y/N back to them. She places the candle on the leaf and lights it up.

“Why is the candle green?” Alec had stepped closer and looked at his sister in confusion. Jane didn't take her eyes off the candle, she gave the leaf a gentle push so that it slid closer to the statue. “Green is the color of hope, Alec. A hope that has been rekindled today, and for every Volturi in this castle.” Jane's gaze lingered on the candle for a few seconds, then she stood up and looked her brother straight in the eye. “Y/N is back in Volterra. She is right now, in Master Caius' class.”

Alec, who hadn't been expecting this news, visibly stumbled back a few steps. “What?” “She still can't remember, but it's a second chance. I know how you feel about it Alec, but it's not just a second chance for you, it's a second chance for the rest of us. I want my sister back Alec, just like the others!”

Alec stood more steadily again, “This is not your decision!” “It was never yours to keep us all away from her either! Alec, we want our sunshine back. I mean look around Alec,” Jane spread her arms, ”Every single Volturi has been here this year. To put up candles, to tend to the plants, to plant new plants where only one looked sick! Y/N's things were never touched, her corner looks like she'll be right back to continue working on her projects. Master Aro has written down all the stories he knows to pass on to Y/N at some point, Master Marcus is still picking out notes to show her on the piano. Master Caius comes here to renew the colors that have dried up or to put down new exotic colors that Santiago has discovered on his missions. No one has moved on with their lives, everyone had hope you change your mind and now!” Jane walked towards her brother. “Fate has given us all a second chance Alec. You can't ignore that! Please!”

Alec fell silent, looking at his sister. “I can't. You don't understand.” “Then please explain it to me. Don't shut me out anymore. I'm your twin! Of all the people in the world, I understand you best! You know that too.” “You can't understand that, no one can.” Alec turned to the statue again, his eyes sliding over her features. “I watched her die, Jane. Every damn day in Forks, in that goddamn hospital bed. No matter where I am, no matter what fond memories this place or the castle has with her. Those images I saw every day for months, they overshadow this. She was lying there in that bed, in that condition, because of me. I didn't protect her, I failed and that's the price I'm paying.”

Jane's eyes grew wide. She approached her brother and carefully took his face in her hands. “She's not dead Alec. Do you understand me.” She looked deep into his eyes, her voice becoming insistent, authoritative. “Y/N is alive and she's here. That's the reality. What happened all those months ago wasn't your fault. That car accident was not your fault!” Alec's hands found his sister's. His face contorted into a pained expression. “Alec, I lost you in her accident as well. I grieve not for the sister I found, but for my twin as well. Please, I just want you both back. The fear you have, I understand it, believe me I feel it too. But you and I know that your eternity doesn't exist without Y/N and therefore neither does mine. Take the time you need, but Y/N is here now and you know you can't run away from it anymore, not from your feelings, not from reality. She's alive and that's what matters, not what was, not the what ifs. Only the here and now and if you let her go now, you will never forgive yourself again. No matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise.”

Jane let go of her brother and disappeared. Alec stood with his head down for a few moments, looked up at the green candle, which seemed to shine brighter than all the others, and collapsed.

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[volturiprincess]

Tus Besos

Felix Volturi x fem reader x Demetri Volturi

Summary: leaving lipstick marks on them and them returning the favor Warnings: Theres some slight mentions of smut but nothing crazy, mostly fluff A/N: My first Felix and Demetri one shot, I been wanting to write one where reader has them both as mates. As you will realize when you read this I was going to post this on Valentines Day but I was so focused on other things I postponed it😅.I remember this post of how reader would leave JJK men full of kisses and leave marks, that was part of my inspiration. My song inspiration for this one was, "Tus Besos" by El Indio ft Maluma and "Ansiedad" by Maluma also (I love his music okay)...Enjoy💙 Word Count: 1k+

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It’s amusing how in the past I used to despise Valentine's day but once I met my mates, I've been looking forward to it. Usually Demetri is incharge of planning things with Felix on occasion helping him. Demetri takes this holiday very seriously, he tends to be relaxed and calm but when this time of the year comes around he morphs to a whole other person. He’s running in and out of our shared room, barking orders to Felix and Heidi about a certain shade of red he needs. He never asks me for help because in his words “You don't need to lift a finger my angel” and then he's off running. 

Every year he outdoes himself, the room is always decorated in the richest of red, to every shade of pink decorating the walls. He truly knows how to spoil his mates. When he is not ordering Felix around,

Demetri likes for him to be by my side while he does everything. This year I thought I would try to relieve some of the pressure of Demetri by trying something new.

I recently started wearing lipstick, I have a variety of different shades and the guys like to get me new ones almost every week. Safe to say I have every color imaginable at this point. I usually like to wear reds to dark pinks, when I wear those shades I catch Felix and Demetris gaze lingering longer than needed on my lips. On those days they don't kiss me because they fear the lipstick will get all smudge or it will go away. It's thoughtful of them but at the same time I want that to happen, I want it to get a bit messy. 

With that being said I want to litter their faces with kisses, from their handsome faces, to their necks. I don't necessarily want this to turn sexual or for it to lead to another passionate night, not that I would not be opposed to the idea. They always drown me in love so in return I want to do the favor. 

And so as I sat on Felix's lap with comfort, Demetri started to question my request.  “How did that idea come to your mind?”

“I don't know, I was just looking at my lipsticks one day, and you two are not so subtle at how you stare at my lips all day when I wear certain shades”

“You can't blame us for staring, your lips are begging for us, and you don't make it easier when you pout”

I do that on purpose, being able to mess with both of them is the highlight of my day. Considering they've been around for so long it's been my goal to fulfill that hole they had for so long.. Felix has been my greatest challenge for sure, he’s not easily persuaded by my acts whereas for me I jump him at any given point. 

For Demetri, he can easily become putty for me, he always has his hands on me but there can be times where he can be serious like Felix. There was a time where I heard Demetri ask Felix how he can stay so composed with me around and he admitted that he can't. He only acts like that to mess with me and to see what else I will do to try to ‘break him’. We truly are a match made in heaven. 

“I don't see you complaining”

Felix tilts my chin up with his index finger to face him. “We are not complaining, we could never when it comes to you”

I felt a small smile spread onto my face as Demetri grabbed my hand. “I think we should try this idea of yours out”

“Really”

“Yes really, angel”

I instantly hop off Felix's lap and run to my unnecessarily grand vanity set that the guys got me when I moved in. When I first saw it I thought it was a desk for Felix from how big the table was but I do love the space it provides. I look at the endless shades of lipsticks I have, I think I will do two different shades for each one. For sure I will do burgundy wine for Felix and a rich red for Demetri. 

As I apply the red on, I can see both Felix and Demetri gazing at me, their focus is on how I glide the lipstick on my lips slowly as I have my lips parted. As I apply a small gloss on it to make sure it will leave a mark when my lips make contact with their skin I see Demetri lick his lips slightly. 

When I turn to them their eyes are right on my lips but my eyes turn to Demetri since he will be my first victim. 

“Metri I picked this shade specifically for you, I thought this color would look nice on your skin”

He nodded as he helped me settle on his lap. I remove his button up slowly to reveal his bare skin to me. The temptation to just cover each inch of his chest with color is so strong. I cradled his face as I leaned to give his cheek a kiss, and to say I was right, this color suits him perfectly. I took my time in covering his face with endless marks from my lips, he had his eyes closed through the whole experience. He must be really enjoying this because he is not saying anything. In the corner of my eye I see Felix watching me intensely, his eyes following my lips as I move from different areas of our lovers face. 

When I pulled away from Demetris face, every inch of his face was covered in red. I leaned his head back so his neck was exposed to me, he looked so vulnerable like this, so tempted in just biting him. I lean once again as I kiss him right on his throat. I heard him do a small whine, I always knew he was the most sensitive in the throat. My hands started to caress his chest down to his abdomen as I was touching each dip of his muscle. I felt his hands go to my waist as he pulled me flush against his chest now.

When I felt satisfied with my work I pulled completely off him to see my art. He was my canvas as my lips were the paintbrushes. He looked at me with half opened eyes, he looked like he was drunk on love. I give him a playful wink and go off to my vanity again to do the same routine I did for Demetri but this time for Felix. The shade was a bit darker than Demetri’s as that was my plan.

I went over to Felix who looked so eager, his shirt was long gone as he sat there with his chest exposed. Without me being able to think twice, he pulled me eagerly onto his lap as he rested his large hands on my waist. His eyes looked like he's been neglected for too long, almost looking like a kicked puppy. He pulled me in closer so we were chest to chest as his eyes stayed on my lips, I felt myself smile slightly at his impatience, I never saw him like this. Where has my stoic giant gone?

As I gave his face endless marks of my lipstick I saw his infamous shark-like grin widening more, Demetri would scoff each time Felix grin would widen. Once his face was done I started to make my way down to his neck, he would move his head without me having to tell him. As I got to the area where his shoulder meets his neck I bit into him. His hiss made a small giggle escape from me, even Demetri did a chuckle. 

“You little minx”

I pulled away with a devious smile as he rolled his eyes. They now both looked as if Cupid himself was the culprit of the endless marks on their faces. Felix and Demetri both had the same love drunk gaze, as I sat there between them with a proud grin.

“Our turn”

“Huh?!”

 Felix pushed me gently on the bed as Demetri ran off to my vanity to grab something. When he returned he had lipsticks, the same ones I used on them not that long ago. Felix leaned into my ear as his warm breath fanned it as he spoke

“You thought we were going to leave you bare? Oh little rose, we are about to cover your whole body now as a thank you for that wonderful experience”

Both stared down at me as I laid there helplessly, their gazes hungry as they were set to devour me.