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When the Mate Bond Fails - A yandere!Felix x vampire!fem!reader x yandere!Demetri Imagine

A/N: The story where I attempt to 'explore' the 'yandere' theme

A/N 2: This is a quite personal story, inspired by the barely-one month I worked.

A/N 3: This is a quite fictional story but the details regarding the hotel's operations were real(istic).

A/N 4: The characters mentioned are very much real, and the hotel was actually part of a resort with 4 other hotels close by, so the chaos was out of the roof.

A/N 5: Though the reader is a vampire, so it's 'designed' to be perfect, the reality of the job included a lot of emotional, and mental abuse (and physical, if doing things that are not supposed to be part of the job count)

A/N 6: (Y/N/N) = your nickname

A/N 7: Most likely cringey

A/N 8: Also, I did like M. Unfortunately, nothing happened between us irl

No. of Words: 9300+ (the longest one-part I've ever written, so brace yourselves)

Mentions of: Smut, Abuse, R*pe, Beating, Trauma, PTSD, Manipulation, Swearing, Stockholm syndrome-like behavior

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Volturi-related Tag List: @eunoia-kth @raindancer2004 @aquanova99 @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx

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Working in the 'extremely demanding' tourism industry was never easy when you had several "needs". Whether it was dietary needs, medical needs, or personal needs, all these had to be set aside for as long as you were supposed to be working, which could range from an average of 8 to 10 hours per day, depending on your job position. And that was what it was like for humans.

Being a vampire was a different case though. Most days, it was really hard when you were constantly surrounded by people, either colleagues or guests. Creatures full of delicious blood walking around all day long, while you had to control yourself to not jump on them and end them right then and there.

I, personally, was at a point where I could easily control my thirst for human blood, though that wasn't always easy. It wasn't just the high possibility of someone getting hurt in any way; it was also the constant contact with humans around.

Just their mere presence triggered my thirst, and I was forcing my vampire instincts to calm down before I ended up killing someone around me. Though, many of the guests’ or managers’ behavior really made me question how long would I be able to control myself from not ending them.

However, I was good at my job. I assisted people successfully and helped them with whatever they needed. Most of the time, I went out of my way to make sure every guest was satisfied, whether they had an absurd request or not. I was warned by a colleague to not be so willing to help others because they would take advantage of my willingness to help. I learned that plenty of times, but I didn’t mind when I had extra time and nothing else to do.

In contrast to my colleagues, I wasn't too “demanding” so to speak. I didn't need a bathroom break or a lunch break, or even a smoke break, because of my nature. I was only set to work around the reception and lobby, making sure everything was working appropriately, then return to the place I had rented a few days before I started working, and then see how the rest of the night would go by.

Usually, my colleagues would either go to their rooms, eat, get ready to sleep and finally go to bed, or go out for a few hours to have a drink; it all depended on their work schedule for each specific day.

However, while the other employees around the hotel would return to their room where they would stay with random roommates, I couldn't handle staying in a small motel-like room with 2 or 3 more people, let alone 4 or 5 or 6, as it was in some cases.

I needed my space and privacy. I couldn't risk exposing myself to my potential roommates by getting caught drinking blood or not sleeping at all or slipping away at odd hours to go out hunting. So, renting my own place was a no-brainer.

Thankfully, money was also not an issue. Just like other vampires before me, we didn’t attack people just for their blood; we also needed their money, so we stole that as well. It was the only way to survive as a nomad vampire, not staying in one place, but still depending on the modern-life ways of exchange to somehow blend in and not draw unnecessary attention.

Even as a vampire who had been alive for quite some time, the days working at the hotel were passing by torturously slow. I was used to the constant nagging by now; it didn’t bother me, and I didn’t let anything or anybody go through me anymore. The fact that "the guests were demanding because they were paying a lot of money" did not affect me any more than it did in the beginning. After all, I got paid a specific salary and the tips were getting less, and rarer as time passed and more money-conscious guests visited the hotel.

If I didn’t need that extra money for myself, I wouldn’t have even started working there. It wasn’t like it was a lot of money anyway. That’s what the guests thought at least - that we were paid fairly or extra money, and that we could use the facilities around the hotel for free, or, at least, with a discount.

That was far from the truth; not only were we not given discounts, but we also couldn’t use anything around the hotel, and the money we were paid was barely enough for the average human to survive. Add the fact that we had to work 6 days per week, 8 and a half hours a day at least, while our employment papers said 40 days per week. It was a total fraud, and totally unfair towards the employees.

I wouldn’t talk about myself, as my only issue was not feeding frequently enough, but I had seen many employees and colleagues get dizzy or even faint because of the working conditions. No matter the weather - hot and humid, or cold and humid, we were not allowed to show any emotions of how we actually felt; we could only smile for the guests to feel welcome and comfortable around.

Working there made me start questioning my sanity. I felt as if I held a huge weight down my chest that should have not been there. And because my colleagues had very limited human lives, it wasn’t as if we went out at all. We were all living away from each other, as far as 20 kilometers away from the hotel.

Some had to take the small bus provided by the hotel that took half an hour to get them close to where they lived, but still not close enough. Others depended on their own transportation means; some of my colleagues at the reception, who lived close to each other or close enough, would share vehicles to cut down the costs because it was too expensive to drive to and from work every day.

And yet, it seemed to be the only feasible way for them to move around. The distance between someone’s place and the hotel was already far enough, even if you lived at the nearest village which was over 10 kilometers away. It just wasn’t worth it, so people tried to find ways around it.

So, we never did anything all together; the distance, the different time schedules, and human exhaustion prevented us from getting together and having fun, even if I had to pretend I drank like a normal human being would.

However - and I didn’t expect that - for the most part, there was “esprit de corps”, solidarity between colleagues. We all understood that we were in this together, and we tried to support and back up each other whenever possible.

There were, of course, times where the more experienced colleagues would put the newer ones - including me - aside, thinking that we could not handle something; that we could not take the responsibility. It bothered me at first, but then, I understood; sometimes, you had to take the extra step instead of someone else, just to make sure that the job was done. Because, at the end of the day, no one cared about you; they only cared about getting the job done.

However, after a few months of working there, my colleagues started to open up to me more, and whenever we had nothing to do in particular - unless a guest suddenly popped by to pay a bill, or ask a question, or book an activity or a restaurant, we had a good time telling jokes, making fun of each other, whining about the guests, and whatever happened at that time.

Usually, the afternoon shifts were the most fun, as the closer we got to midnight, the more my human colleagues were getting tired and their heads fuzzier, and that resulted in many “crazy” conversations and jokes, to the point where we would laugh loudly. Thankfully, there were hardly any guests in the lobby, and the few that were there were enjoying a drink from the main bar and didn’t particularly seem to mind our laugh.

As time passed and I became friendlier with my colleagues, there was one particular colleague who had triggered my interest. M. was austere most of the time, really focused on his job, and he seemed really experienced. He was like everyone else around - he decided from an early age that he wanted to work in hospitality and he worked his way up to get where he was right now.

I, on the other hand, before I became a vampire, didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. It was much later that I went to college for a Bachelor’s and then a Master’s. I had to think very carefully about what I wanted to do before I finally decided what I would do. And I was still not entirely happy with what I chose for me, but, thankfully, I had all the time in the world to make choices and changes in my life, while my human colleagues didn’t.

But M... M. was different. Different than any human or vampire I had ever met. He was willing to teach me and the other “newbies” everything we needed to know for the job - that was, of course, if he didn’t have to do anything around. He may have been austere, serious, and emotionless when it came to work stuff, but he was really understanding and supportive when needed.

One afternoon shift, it was just the two of us. One colleague got sick and had to leave early into our shift, so it was just the two of us working around for a few hours after the others left until we could hand everything over to our colleague on the night shift.

For some reason, I wasn’t feeling like myself. I was usually so good at not showing my feelings, but that day started so badly. I wasn’t hungry or anything - I had fed 2 days ago, and I was doing fine. But something in me kept telling me that something bad was going to happen.

I wasn’t gifted with - subjective - precognition like Alice was, but I could still sense that something was wrong. My own gift of visual and physical illusions helped me seal my identity from the humans but sometimes turned against me, making me unable to differentiate between reality and illusions. So, I could only attribute this feeling to my gift turning against me, making me feel things that were not there.

At some point, I could not focus on my job at all. Thankfully, no guest came to the reception and no phone rang, so I excused myself for a few minutes, walking - not running because we weren't allowed to - as humanly possible as I could to the back room where usually receptionists and grooms would sit for their break or drink water or smoke or chat. I sat down at the only chair available there, hanging my dizzy head low, between the palms of my hands. I felt venomous tears running down my face, leaving tiny cracks, which only I could hear, on their path.

I must have been back here for more time than I thought because M. was now kneeling in front of me, asking how I was. I lifted my head a bit to see worry written all over his features, something that I had never seen before in him. Then again, he had never seen me upset, crying, or taking a break.

He was whispering things but I couldn’t put my head together to understand what exactly he was saying. I felt small sparks all over my cold, undead body when he touched my hands to force me to look at him and calm down. He tried to wipe away my tears, but I stopped him before he burned himself. And in a moment I would have never expected, he leaned closer and kissed me.

The sparks turned into fireworks, and my body came alive, my mind cleared up, and I finally felt peace. While there was always something occupying my mind and thoughts, at that moment, I felt like nothing else mattered but the man before me.

As our lips moved around, I slowly started letting my guards down, until I realized that if he saw my true self, my red eyes, and “vampiric beauty”, as my kind would call it, he would most likely freak out, and everything would be ruined.

I pulled away slowly to look back at him. His face was his usual dark pink but this time, it was even more prominent than any other time, and, even though I didn’t want to openly admit it, it made him so much cuter than he usually was.

His eyes - a perfect mix of blue and green, sparkling more than I had ever seen them all this time - were moving around, trying to understand why I was silent and what I was feeling. I erased any doubt he may have had by pecking him on his lips before I pulled away once again.

“Let’s get back to work, okay?” I told him calmly, as I stood up from the chair.

My mind was finally in order and I could continue work as usual. But I could also feel as if my heart was beating once again, after all this time. He managed to do that to me; he made me feel things I didn’t remember existed. Some time ago, I may have felt something like that, but this time, it felt more genuine and strong; it felt right.

M. did not say anything, but nodded his head, and followed me back to the reception. The rest of the shift went by fairly slowly; the only thing that drew my attention was M.’s rapid heartbeat. It wasn’t the phones ringing, or the guests who passed by the reception to either ask a question, or make a complaint, or book something, or pay their bills; it was his mere presence and his heartbeat that I could only focus on.

I didn’t realize when our colleague came by for the night shift, but I was glad because it meant we only had half an hour until the shift ended. Usually, in those 30 minutes, we would give a briefing of what the night auditor had to look out for, in terms of guests leaving early, or needing to be woken up early, and so on.

But this time, M. dismissed me earlier, claiming that he had everything under control. I asked him if he was sure, if he was absolutely sure, and he insisted everything was okay, and that he would inform S. about what needed to be taken care of.

I thanked him, wished both of them goodnight, and went upstairs to the female changing room to get out of my uniform and back to my own clothes. Usually, by this time, most of the employees around the hotel were gone, so I could let myself free.

I walked in front of the mirror, letting my guards down, now staring at my dark red eyes. It was one of the few times that I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that I wasn’t the monster somebody else turned me into. I did drink human blood, but I wasn’t doing it for fun; I was doing it for survival.

And now, I liked, I really liked one particular human, and I was not feeling like I was a monster. I was actually feeling like somebody actually liked me, and that alone gave me so much assurance, confidence, and happiness. It was like my heart, body, and mind were starting to feel alive again; that I wasn’t just an undead person, but I had substance.

I wasted no more time, getting ready as quickly as I could before someone else decided to come in here. I got out of the monotonous, beige dress, and beige-pink flat ballerinas, and into my usual leggings, t-shirt, and white sneakers.

I was dressing really plainly for a vampire; no fancy dresses or capes or whatever. Blending in was important, but comfort and how easy it would be to get rid of your clothes also played a major role in what I chose to wear. I finally grabbed the backpack that I always carried with me, locked my locker, and exited the room, heading downstairs, and out of the building.

It was about 10 human minutes walking distance to the parking where we left our cars, and, though it was almost midnight, that did not mean that there were no humans around. So, I would still have to walk as slowly as possible - as slowly as the average human would walk. However, just before I could leave, I heard my name being called.

“(Y/N)! Do you mind waiting for me? It will take a few minutes.” M. asked me, still in his work shirt and trousers, and I just nodded my head, letting him know that I’d be waiting outside for him.

He didn’t take long, walking out the door a few minutes later, still in his work clothes, with his own backpack on his back. “Thanks for waiting. I still had a few things to take care of.” He smiled slightly; his heartbeat was once again deafening to my vampire ears.

“Thank you for letting me leave earlier.” I smiled back at him, walking forward along with him.

“Yeah, there was nothing else to tell S. anyway. Besides, I’ve never seen you like…, you know, so I got worried. Are you feeling better now?” His voice sounded genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, thank you, you know, about being concerned for me.” I was never as awkward in front of a human as I was now with M., and I really didn’t know why. He wasn’t even my supposed ‘blood singer’; I would have figured that out on the very first day.

“Yeah, about that. I’m really sorry I kissed you. I didn’t think clearly, and it came out of nowhere. I am really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I really didn’t mean to.” He looked down at his shoes, his face was getting more red by the minute; something that would go undetectable to the human eye, because of how little light the few lamps around provided.

But I could see everything clearly. I smiled at M.’s awkwardness; he was much cuter than I originally thought, and it made something in me clench slightly; a feeling that I had never experienced so intensely before.

I smirked at his awkward state, a small wave of confidence washing over me. “I really did not mind it at all. I was actually hoping you would sometime before we left from here.”

M. lifted his head, looking hopefully at me, his mouth slightly agape with a slight smile. “Really?”

“Really.” I reassured him, lifting my hand to caress his cheek. He put his own hand on top of mine, turning his head around to kiss my palm - an act that no one had ever done before.

I was now more assured that this man felt things for me, so I did what I wished I had done from the very beginning: I grabbed his face with both hands, bringing him closer to me, and kissing him passionately. He seemed a bit taken aback, but responded quickly by holding my face between his own palms, kissing me with more passion than I had ever imagined.

It felt as if we were on our own, living in our own little world. It felt like fireworks had filled the dark night sky, and everything around us was bright and warm. His heart was beating like crazy, and I swore mine would have too if it was beating at all. His face was burning, and heat radiated from all over his body.

Our kiss lasted a few minutes before it was interrupted by a golf cart passing by. The groom driving the cart, L., had become a friend of mine as well, along with others around the hotel. He didn’t say anything, but smirked lightly, waving us goodnight, before driving towards the reception to continue his night shift.

Now, it did become a bit awkward. Thankfully, we were close to the parking lot so this awkwardness would be over soon. We walked silently towards the parking area, but before we turned towards the road, M. turned around and awkwardly waved me goodbye.

“Wait! You won’t leave in your car? I thought you and D. shared his car to work.” I was confused. Usually, if they had different shifts, one of the two would come here by D.’s car and would leave by bus, as the other came with the bus and left with the car.

“Well, yeah, but D. has a day off tomorrow, so he went back home with the car. I’ll just wait for the bus.” He pointed towards the wooden gazebo-like structure where employees of the hotel would wait under for the bus to arrive.

“That’s nonsense. Come on, I’ll take you home. I’m with my car.” I motioned him to follow me, but he seemed reluctant.

“Are you sure? Don’t you live, like, far away from me? I’m not anywhere near your route. No one actually is, to be honest.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s no problem for me, honestly. Come on. Would you really like to go by bus?” I looked at him as if he was mad.

“Honestly? No. Okay, if it’s okay with you.” He smirked, looking down.

I laughed at his awkwardness and motioned him to follow me to my car. When we reached my car, it was his time to laugh, and I knew why.

“Seriously? A Volvo? A Volvo SUV?” He let out a choked laughter.

It was kind of an inside joke by now. There were a few Volvo SUVs around the hotel because the suites were offered a Volvo transfer service for free. Plus, many guests and high-ranked managers came here with their own Volvos, so they were not uncommon around. However, it was a pain in the ass when guests who had not booked suites wanted the Volvo transfer service, and we had to explain to them that it was not included as a complimentary service for their room.

“It’s a thing a friend and I have. He has always been so obsessed with Volvos, so I once bought one as a joke. But they are really fine actually, so next time I bought a car, I bought a Volvo again, so there it is.” I showed the car as evidence. Truth was that Edward was that friend, but M. did not need to know the details.

“Cool.” He nodded, smirking slightly before I motioned him to get his stuff in the car and get in.

Thankfully, it was a cool night, and the car was not too hot or too cold for both of us to feel comfortable - well, I mostly wanted M. to feel comfortable. Cold or hot temperatures were not an issue for vampires; our bodies were not affected by either, so it did not matter to us. We only hated the sunlight if it was to expose our identity to humans, and, thankfully, I didn’t have that issue.

M. did not say much during the whole route, and I didn’t know if it was because he was scared of how fast I drove through the dark, narrow roads, or if he did not have anything to say. His heartbeat was still pretty loud in my ears, and it seemed like his heart skipped a few beats. Without giving it a second thought, I placed my hand on his. His heartbeat did not slow down significantly, but it became more steady and rhythmic compared to a minute ago.

“I like you, you know. I think it took me a few weeks to realize it when you first came here, but I needed to be sure that that is how I feel for you. And now I am sure that I like you. I wanted to kiss you from the moment I knew, but I was scared. And when you started crying tonight, I felt something in me break. I hated seeing you like this.”

His confession came out of the blue, but it warmed my heart in a way I never felt before. As a response, I only squeezed his hand; not enough to break it, but just enough for him to know that I felt the same for him. This man that I knew for such a little time made me feel feelings of pure love and adoration. I wish he was my mate, but fate had already chosen that, and pretty unsuccessfully I might say. Still, I didn’t care about that; M. was the one I actually wanted.

So, I didn’t think about it when I stopped the car in the middle of nowhere and practically jumped on his lap, kissing him hard on the lips, and then down his jawline and neck. I could feel the blood pumping in his veins under my cold lips, but my thirst for his blood could not compare to the thirst I had for his body. He moaned loudly under my touch, and that gave me more confidence to continue.

I was careful not to rip his clothes in the process, but, at the end of the night, I had to admit that it was the best sex I had in my life. It wasn’t just plain, old sex; it had so much love, passion, and adoration - things I had never experienced before in sex. Most vampires I’d been with preferred rough sex over passionate love, and all the humans I had ever sex with ended up as my meal. But not M.; M. was special to me.

After we were done, we stayed in the car for about an hour or two, just talking about everything and anything, while we lay in each other’s arms. I was careful to not reveal too much, or things that may have sounded suspicious to the human ears. But still, I felt like I could share my soul with M., which had never occurred to me before with someone else.

However, I knew that he needed to get some sleep, so I urged him to get ready so I could drop him off at his room. He smiled at me, his eyes glistening, and he caressed my cheek before he leaned forward to peck my lips. We got ready quickly, and I started the engine again.

About 5 minutes later, I dropped him off at his room, giving him a goodnight kiss before I drove back to my own room, to think about everything that happened tonight, and how lucky I was to have found him.

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The next days were passing by unexpectedly good. M. and I tried to be as discreet as we could at work, and we were pretty successful at that. We would occasionally look at each other knowingly, but apart from that, we didn’t show anything that could potentially go noticed by our colleagues and managers.

However, I would drive M. back to his room every day, except for the times when we had different work schedules and our shifts did not allow us to leave work together. Most times we returned together would end up in passionate sex in the car, or his room, when his roommates were not around.

I was hesitant to let him stay in my room, mostly because my fridge was stuffed with bottles full of blood, for when I was not in the mood to go hunting. Also, the fact that I could not sleep at all would look suspicious to him, and, as much as I wanted to tell him the truth, I was scared of how it would affect him and what we had.

We were not officially together, but I didn’t mind. So far, I had learned that no good thing could last forever, so I had better enjoy something while it lasted. And while I wanted what M. and I had to last forever, I knew that the possibilities of that happening were slim to none.

Those fears were confirmed a few days later. In the beginning, everything seemed normal; it was a typical day of sweet, bitter, and annoying guests - nothing new. It was a few minutes after 10 pm, and we still had 2 arrivals left, but no specific time as to when they would arrive. We were informed that they were ‘special guests’, friends with the owner of the hotel, so receiving top service was vital.

Thankfully, they had booked two suites right next to each other, so it wasn’t our own responsibility. All the suites were the responsibility of the “personal concierge” department, and they were responsible for everything regarding the suites’ guests - from greeting the guests upon their arrival to arranging their restaurant reservations, and from booking them transfers to arranging simple requests, such as room service and cleaning.

That was a huge weight lifted off our shoulders when we were informed that we wouldn’t have to worry about these arrivals, which would come together, as H., the personal concierge manager, would work overtime tonight, just to make sure these two arrivals were met with the highest standards the moment they stepped foot in the hotel. That allowed D., M., and I to continue working undisturbed, assisting the other guests.

H. was sitting at the personal concierge desk, waiting for the phone to ring. Every time guests would arrive, we received a phone call to the reception from the ‘welcome lounge’ where they would greet guests who arrived. They were also the ones we called when a suite wanted a Volvo transfer, as the drivers would park outside of the welcome lounge, ready to drive to, or pick up guests from wherever they were.

They were the showcase of the hotel, and, as they say, ‘first impressions matter’, so they had to be just as professional and helpful as anyone else, getting to know the guests a bit, and make sure everything was in accordance before a golf cart brought the guests down to the reception building.

It was 10:30 pm already, and H.’s nerves were growing more by the minute. Finally, a few minutes later, the phone at the reception rang.

“Good evening. Reception. This is (Y/N) speaking. How may I assist you?” Though I knew it was the welcome lounge, I would say this little ‘poem’ with my sweetest voice, no matter who it was at the other end of the line.

“Hey, (Y/N). This is P. talking. Mr. Romano and Mr. De Lio just arrived. Inform H. to come by and greet them.”

“Of course, P. I will inform him. Thank you very much. Goodbye!”

“Goodbye!” P. hung up, and I ended the call, walking to the Personal Concierge desk to inform H.

Though we were literally a few meters away from each other, we were not allowed to shout at the other. We would either have to call or walk there and since the personal concierge was technically closed by now, there was no point in calling, because the call would return back to the reception.

“Hey H., P. just called. Your arrivals are at the welcome lounge.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). Let’s just get done with this.” H. was quick to leave the reception, getting on a cart and driving up to the welcome lounge to meet the guests in person.

What I would have never expected was for H. to come by the reception a few minutes later, followed by the ‘guests’ - those specific ‘guests’. After these few years of freedom that I got to cherish but not enjoy fully, there they were, right in front of me. Demetri and Felix. If I had a single drop of blood in my body, it would have frozen by now, to match the rest of my body.

I could not believe they were here. I could not believe they found me. The moment they stepped foot in the lobby, they were looking right into my eyes; their own dark brown eyes - the result of lenses - betrayed how evil they truly were, as if to say ‘we got you now, and you cannot run away anymore’. They were smirking as if to say they knew they got me trapped somewhere and I wouldn’t be able to escape them.

This brought back memories of days when they were abusive and cruel towards me if I did anything they wouldn’t agree with. Just the mere thought of me looking at someone else besides them, or going anywhere on my own, without their presence nearby, would result in beatings and unwanted, non-consensual sex, just to prove to themselves that I belonged to them, no matter what.

I didn’t realize how much time had passed of me staring at the two vampires in front of me until I felt M.’s hand touching mine, behind the desk, so no one else in front of us could see, but D., who already knew what was going on between M. and I. D. was M.’s friend and roommate, so he was informed about our relationship, but didn’t make a big deal out of it at work.

Still, though M.’s touch calmed me down a bit, Felix’s piercing eyes and low growl terrified me, and I let go of M.’s hand, muttering ‘sorry’ to the man I loved. I heard Demetri whispering something to Felix’s ear, and I couldn’t believe it, until they turned to speak to H. who stood up and came by the reception desk.

“(Y/N), Mr. Romano and Mr. De Lio would like you to do the check-in for them. They seem quite demanding, but don’t worry. I’ll be right beside you if you need anything.” H. seemed kind of terrified or taken aback by their request.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t do anything but do as they requested, as they may have been my worst nightmare, but in this case, they were guests in the hotel I worked at and their needs had to be met no matter what. I took an unnecessary breath and walked out of the reception desk area towards the couches in the lobby area, where the two vampires were sitting, walking alongside H. who seemed more reserved than any other time.

“Good evening, Mr. Romano, Mr. De Lio. My name is (Y/N). I believe you requested my presence here.” I tried smiling as best as I could without trembling, and without showing the others that I was actually terrified of the two men before me.

“Hello, (Y/N). It’s been so long since we saw you last time.” Demetri was smirking lightly, like a lion looking at his meal before devouring it. “How have you been?”

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t know you all knew each other.” H. was trying to be overly friendly, as they all did with the guests, but his cluelessness made him kind of unsure about the situation unwrapping in front of him.

“Yeah, I used to live in Italy a few years ago.” More like 30 years ago. “That’s where I met Mr. Romano and Mr. De Lio.”

“Please, no need to keep all these formalities between old friends, and, we’re hoping, new friends, as well. I’m Venusto. Nice to meet you, H.” Felix reached his hand out to shake H.’s hand.

“And I’m Salvatore. Nice to meet you too.” Demetri, in turn, reached his hand to shake H. who, by now, must have realized how cold they both were, as he unintentionally shivered a bit.

So, they both found fake names, made fake documents, and decided to travel here. For what? Why would they even bother to come and see me now? Unless..

“I am really sorry, gentlemen. I forgot. We need your passports and your credit cards for the check-in, so we can have you in our system and make your stay comfortable and pleasant.” H. mentioned pretty late, as it was usually the first thing we told guests when they came into the lobby.

“Yes, of course.” Demetri smiled happily, clearly full of sarcasm, as he and Felix reached out in their jackets to grab their documents.

“Thank you, gentlemen. I will register your information in our system and I’ll be with you shortly. In the meantime, (Y/N) will give you some information about our hotel.” H. passed the key cards and papers to me and walked towards the reception desk, where both M. and D. were looking in our direction cautiously, so as to not get caught staring.

I turned back to the two vampires and tried my best to whisper, though I was angry at both of them. “What are you doing here? Why did you come after me?”

“Oh, dear (Y/N). Don’t worry. We’re not here for you. We decided to take a small vacation, that’s all.” Demetri smiled and spread his body across the couch.

“Yeah, right. Because of all the places you two would go, you would choose sunny Greece, and then unintentionally choose the hotel I’m working at. I don’t believe you. I didn’t believe you for one second since you came in here. Why are you here?”

I was really angry at them by now. So angry that I could have easily cast an illusion to scare them away - if that would even be possible, but it would raise suspicions as to why the new ‘special guests’ were getting upset at my presence. So, I could only stay angry at them, but not do anything else about it.

"Okay, we'll be honest, because there's no point in hiding behind words. We learned about your secret romance with that one over there." Felix pointed back at M. who looked taken aback and terrified by this sudden attention. Most likely because Felix was staring at him angrily as if he was ready to attack.

I turned to look back at the guards. "Leave him out of this. He didn't do anything. He doesn't know about vampires or the Volturi or the three of us. So, you'll leave him alone. Understood?"

"We'll see about that, dear (Y/N)." Felix smirked, knowing he got the upper hand in this situation.

Before I could reply back to them, H. returned with Felix's and Demetri's fake passports, and I stood up, walking back to the reception desk.

"Here you go, gentleman. I assumed (Y/N) told you everything you wanted to know?"

"Don't worry about that, H. We are not too demanding. Yet. But, we would like to go to our rooms, if you don't mind. We had a long trip and we started getting a bit tired." Demetri played his role of looking as human as he possibly could pretty well.

"Of course, sir. I will call a groom to take you to your rooms."

"Can't (Y/N) take us to our rooms?" Felix smirked, and I swore I could throw up.

"Unfortunately no, sir. (Y/N) works at the reception, and our female receptionists are not allowed to drive the carts around the hotel."

"Then, the young man over there probably can?" Demetri pointed his head towards M. and I knew that wouldn't end well, so I grabbed a walkie-talkie and asked - more like demanded - a groom to come inside for the arrival before M. was forced to drive these two up to their rooms.

M. could see how upset and angry I quickly became, and though he didn't know why, he held my hand and squeezed it lightly to reassure me that I would be okay. I hold his hand in mine while looking at Felix and Demetri angrily and suspiciously.

“Don’t push our limits, (Y/N).” Demetri barely whispered, though enough for me to hear.

“I’m not sure about that, sir.” H. was at a loss for words, as he turned around to look at M., looking kind of desperate. He may have been a manager and had heard about the craziest requests possible, but the two men’s requests seemed too specific and targeted towards specific employees, especially for it being their first time here.

I walked back towards the three men. “I’m sorry, H., M. has to close the register. I will have to help him and finish a few other tasks in the meantime. But I already called a groom, so you can stay here for a while, and D. will inform you when your groom is here to take you to your rooms.” I fake a smile.

“Okay, dear (Y/N), we will be waiting here.” Demetri was smirking at me, looking me up and down carefully. I huffed and went back to the reception desk.

“Come, M., we have to count the money on the register.” I slowly grabbed the register, taking it out of its shelf, and walked to the back office, where it would be quiet, and, most importantly, away from Demetri’s and Felix’s prying eyes. M. followed me without saying anything, probably also glad after this awkward interaction.

The few minutes left until the shift’s end went by quicker, now that I was away from Demetri’s and Felix’s presence. But I knew that wouldn’t be our only interaction; it couldn’t be. The two vampires had made it their life’s mission to control me in any possible way they could.

The next few days were comparably normal to other days, except from the times rooms 707 and 708 would call and request things. Normally, it was the personal concierge’s duty to deal with the suites, but rooms 707 and 708 were occupied by the two people I did not want to have to face ever again, and, being unable to come to the reception to torture me during the day, they were calling and requesting me, personally, to go to their rooms.

Again, normally, that was not my job, and both H. and my manager, T., tried to reason with them, saying that it was out of my responsibilities to attend to their personal needs outside of the reception. The only time they could get out of their rooms was when the sun went down and the dark settled well around the hotel. They would then come by the reception, sit on one of the couches, and watch me until the end of my shift.

That went on for a few days until we received a phone call from the very owner of the hotel. Apparently, “Mr. Romano” and “Mr. De Lio” had personally contacted him, to ensure that I would visit them in their rooms this afternoon. At this point, none of the managers could do anything to prevent me from visiting them.

T. looked at me worried, having been informed by H. about the two “special guests”. She called a groom to come inside, and she then informed him that he would have to take me up to the two suites, but she wanted him to stay outside of the rooms, just to make sure I was okay, and call security or help me himself if anything happened. The groom seemed taken aback, almost terrified and worried for me, mostly because T. sounded terrified herself. He was silent, not saying a single word, as he accompanied me outside.

It was only when we sat on the cart and he slowly started driving away that he asked me. “So, why do these two want you up in their room? We’ve been hearing rumors, us grooms, that they’ve been calling at the reception every day, asking for you.”

“I really don’t know what they may need. I’ve known them before, but not well enough to be considered friends.” It wasn’t entirely untrue - though I may have known them too well, they were not my friends. “So, I really don’t know what this is all about. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t go.”

“What did they do? Complained until T. was forced to send you?” He let out a laugh.

“They call Dr. A.” I looked down, trying to contain the anger I felt inside.

“Hm, so they know the big boss, huh? You’re fucked.”

“I really don’t want to think about it.” I rubbed my forehead with both hands, trying to focus.

“Sorry about that. We’re here. T. told me to wait for you.”

“Yeah. Do what you want. I don’t want you to get in the middle. I will just call your name if anything happens. I can handle it from here.” I got out of the cart, and worked towards room 707, sensing both guards in there. I knocked on the door and it opened within a second.

“Hello, (Y/N). What a surprise! We’ve been waiting for you. Please, come in.” Demetri showed me the room with his hand, inviting me in. I sighed and walked into the room, as he closed the door behind him.

“Ciao, (I/T/N). È bello rivederti. (Hello, (Y/N). It’s nice to see you again.) We missed you, little one.” Felix smiled wide from his position on the armchair near the window.

“Unfortunately, I cannot say the same. Cosa ti serve da me? (What do need from me?) I’m tired of your games.” I spat every single word at them.

“Dear (Y/N), we haven’t even started with you.” Demetri grabbed me by my neck with one hand, as Felix stood up, walking towards me, and kneeling in front of me.

“(Y/N/N), I missed you so much. Don’t leave us, ever again.” Felix stroke my cheek lightly, as he was looking me deep into my eyes. I was unable to move, as Demetri had wrapped his other arm around my torso.

“So, will you tell us about that human friend of yours?” Demetri whispered in my ear, his breath cold and his voice imperative.

“I don’t have to tell you anything.” I spat my words, looking away from them angrily.

“You won’t have to tell us anything, (Y/N). We already know plenty of things. Alice told us everything we needed to know about your little human slut.” Felix’s face distorted into an evil smirk.

“He’s not a slut! If anything, you two are the sluts!”

Felix lifted his hand, slapping me across the face, causing my skin to crack where he touched me. “You better be careful when you talk about us, okay, dolcetta (little sweet one)?”

“You don’t say? You convinced Alice to join you in Volterra, and you’re now fucking her, don’t you? You always had a thing for her!”

“(Y/N), you misunderstood me. Demetri is fucking Alice. I’m fucking only Bella.” Felix smirked, filling me with anger as I tried to break free from Demetri’s arms, but he still held tightly onto me.

“So, what? She decided that Edward was a mistake or something? And she preferred you as a backup? Huh! I always knew this girl would eventually make the wrong choices in her life.”

“You can stop the little act, (Y/N). We let you roam around free for too long. And how do you repay us? By fucking around, and now getting together with a human! It’s time to stop with the nonsense and come back to Volterra with us!”

“And do what exactly? Follow your orders? Serve your Kings? Stay locked in the castle until I’m needed on a mission? No way! These days have passed for me. I’m never going back with you! I’m happy here! He makes me happy!”

"Oh, yeah, as for him, you'll stop seeing him! That human is no good for you!" Felix yelled, now his face slightly cracking from all the anger and frustration.

"And you are?! That human that you speak so disdainfully of is a thousand times better than you! Hell, anyone is better than the two of you!" I yelled back at both of them, not backing away from the argument at all.

"(Y/N)! You'll stop seeing him, and that's final! You are our mate, and you will do as we say!" Demetri chimed in on the argument, supporting his friend's side.

"Honestly, Demetri, tell me if anything good came out from being mated to the two of you. Just one thing! Don't bother. You won't find anything, 'cause nothing good came out of it! You made me a predator. You made me a killer, a monster! Something dangerous and vicious and…!" I was at a loss for words. The anger was getting the best out of me, and I couldn't think straight, even with my vampire brain. I was filled with anger and hatred, and I couldn’t believe these two actually played innocent.

"Save your words, (Y/N). We didn't make you. YOU became the monster, the very thing you seem to hate. You became the 'vicious killer' you talk about. We gave you a new chance in life. We gave you power and a new self." Felix was trying to find excuses for both of them, but it didn't work on me. Not anymore.

"You gave me nothing! You made me into what I am for your own selfish reasons! I was just fine before I met you! I didn't need power or a new self! I was happy with who I was! You made me who I am! You forced me to run away from my family, from my home, because I couldn't hurt them! I couldn't do to them what you did to me! The least you can do is let me live my life the way I want to!"

"That's not possible, (Y/N). We will stay here until you are done with your job. And then, you will come with us back to Volterra. No more 'working'. No more 'sneaking out'. No more 'fun' and, certainly, no more people you get to sleep with!" Demetri's face was as cold and emotionless as Felix's, but his jaw was clenched, and there were clear hints of jealousy and anger on his face, even though he seemed calmer than his fellow guard.

Both of them were looking at me as if they were the parents, trying to discipline me, their disobedient child. But they were not my parents, and I was not their child. And I didn't owe them anything. I didn't have to do as they say; I didn't have to follow them anywhere.

Because, after all these years of being 'damned' into living like this, I finally felt alive and loved and appreciated. And I didn't want to lose that. Not for the power, or the money, or the two mates I was 'cursed' with. I didn't choose this life, and I didn't have to live like this anymore.

“Okay, I will, once I’m done with here.” I calmly said, knowing that I was clearly lying to them. There was no way I would follow them anywhere. “Can you please let me go now? I have to go back to work.”

“Of course, my little baby.” Demetri let go of me, turning my face around to plant an aggressive kiss on my lips. Then, it was Felix’s turn to turn me around and kiss me aggressively.

Everything these two did was aggressive. They were not romantic; they were possessive. And the mate bond intensified this side of them. It was never about true love with them. The mate bond for them meant that I belonged to them, and they could do anything they wanted with me.

The mate bond was bullshit - it didn’t work for me, and it seemed that it didn’t work for Edward or Jasper either. While it was meant to signify your forever love to someone, it seemed to be anything but that. It seemed more as if it was a made-up notion to keep people who did not have anything in common together, even if it meant that they would be miserable with each other.

In my first years after Demetri and Felix turned me, I tried to accept the bond and their psycho behavior as normal - that everything they did was because they loved me. Then, I spent my years doubting their feelings and trying to find a reason why they acted like that. When I had enough, I just tried to tolerate them until I found a way out of there. I knew that they must have known where I was, but they never tried to look out for me, until now. And I still wondered why now? What made them search for me now, and not all these years?

The answer was quite simple though. Their ego. It was quite obvious. I had never been particularly happy with the two of them or with anyone else for the matter. I was happy now, and they had to ruin it for me. If I couldn’t be happy with them, I wouldn’t be happy at all, right? But I was fed up with them trying to ruin the one good thing I found in this life.

I was also scared for M., worried that the two vampires would go after him, and I could not put his life in danger like this. I knew what I had to do. In a moment of total spontaneity, without thinking about it, I called my manager and declared my resignment, telling her that they wouldn’t have to pay me, but I had to leave now for an important family issue, and that I didn't know when or if I would come back.

I drove faster than I had ever driven before to reach my apartment, packing my stuff within seconds. I contacted the owner to let her know that I would transfer the remaining amount of money from our contract to her bank account, and I just left, with no further explanation to anyone. I needed to get as far away from there as I could, to draw the attention away from M. I preferred the two guards coming after me than him.

I stepped on my gas, not thinking about my destination; I would just continue driving until I felt like it was okay for me to stop, even if that meant I’d never stop driving. Though I knew I now had a target on my back, I knew how to fight and survive, and I wanted the same for M., so I was willing to make that small sacrifice for him. I gave him no explanation as to why I left, but maybe that was for the best; it was for his own good.

Knowing M. was no longer targeted, I felt more relaxed now, and I knew that I could now deal with the guards on my own. I felt a wave of confidence and power wash over me, knowing that I left no responsibilities behind. I did not even flinch when my phone vibrated, indicating that I had received a message.

Without taking my eyes off the road, I reached my hand out to grab it from my purse on the passenger’s seat. I unlocked it and looked at the message. I smirked at the context, throwing the device in the backseat. Overflown with my newly-found confidence, I continued driving away to my unknown destination, not giving a care about the world around me. As I was driving into the night, I was lifting the weight off of me, setting myself free.

The message wrote: “Don’t ever think this is over, (Y/N). There is no point in running away because you know that we will find you eventually.”

We’ll see about that, dear Felix. We will see.

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stumacherstan · 5 years ago

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I'm honestly so obsessed with your Demetri yandere alphabet can you do one for our tall boi Felix, I feel like hes defo gonna be interesting

a/n: i love felix 😌 and i’m glad you loved demetri’s alphabet. best part about Meyer not going into too much about the volturi characters is that you get to make up some of their personalities!

Felix Volturi yandere alphabet

A- Attribute: What brought on this side of them? What made them suddenly click?

Felix has always been more composed yet still holding laidback as a title, he never expected for anything to click

but awhile on a mission to bella, he and Demetri decided to tour around the lame town and he smelled you. your delightful scent.

Felix knew he had to have you.

B- Blood- If they’re extreme how messy are they willing to get?

Felix is totally a fighter and by no means a pussy

he’s totally willing to get messy and as messy as he can without raising suspicion for you

C- Cope - Do they try to deal with this jealousy sooner so they don’t lash out?

Felix actually does try, surprisingly. but only because he doesn’t want to purposefully start a war when only the volturi knows about his attraction to a human

he tries to suppress the jealousy since you don’t even know he exists but he wants nothing more to make the whole town perish for you

Felix doesn’t end up lashing out, just takes you. (after three months of getting to know you. my man has will and composure.)

D-Death, Do they feel any sorrow for their victims at all?

they’re disgusting humans who tried to get to you, absolutely not.

E- Earnest, Are they intense?

Felix can be intense but he prefers to show his more laidback side so you can be more comfortable with him. after all, he’s your only friend

however he gets intense slowly if you don’t start feeling the same way, rough hand holding. sly lustful winks at your way. dirty whispers in your ear that he knows everybody else can hear.

you’re his. get use to it.

F-Fight, How would they feel if you fought back against them?

ngl, his pride is wounded lmaooo

like he’s been doing everything “right” so why are you so ungrateful

let him love you.

G- Game: How much do they enjoy watching you run and have a fearful expression?

he actually doesn’t enjoy the fearful expression, he does enjoy hearing your heart point

the running only happens once because he’ll just speed and catch you.

H- Hell: What would be your worst experience with them?

the worst experience with him is when gets angry with you for still being tense and uncomfortable around him

it’s so awkward and tense for you as you watch him try to calm down so he doesn’t break anything

remember, he can break you. that’s what’s most terrifying as you watch him fume

I- Iron: How emotionally stable would you be throughout the events that unfold?

just flinches when he raises his voice and sometimes homesickness

you got use to a lot so you’re okay for the most part

just a little more anxiety. so you’re pretty okay

J- Jet- How fast would it happen for them to go yandere?

after a week of actually talking to you, god you smell so good and your voice is so sweet.

K- Kill- Would they hurt anyone to get to you?

He killed one person before he just grabbed you and took you home with him

they were just getting to close to your heart. Felix didn’t like that.

L-Lonely, How much loneliness would they feel if you two were apart?

Never lonely. you’re always with him :)

but if for some reason you were not, he would feel hella empty and act like a child internally.

M- Might: How aggressive would they be towards you?

Felix can be a hit or miss with his aggression.

because he can either be sometimes sexually aggressive with you as your blood is intoxicating to him but he tries to control himself as to not scare you

or he can be down right passive aggressive with you (only you) as time goes by if you don’t feel the same way

or! he won’t even show emotion when he sometimes frustrated by you.

N- Next: Would they ever move on after you?

you’d probably be turned so you’ll be with him for all of eternity

but if you were to die, i don’t think he would. he would just be a shell of the armored vampire he is.

O- Oppression- How many rights would they take away from you?

Felix wouldn’t try to take too many rights away from you. actually uses rights to his advantage

like you can leave! just with him by your side! let’s go see italy amore

P- Prize: Would they consider this a game?

no. love is not a game for him.

Q- Quality: Would they to be secretive or be flashy about what they do?

considering it’s the volturi, he would have to be secretive.

R- Rain: Would they keep you trapped inside forever?

no, you can leave sometimes :)

S- Stalker: Would they stalk you? How intense would it go?

Felix would stalk you so hard in between the times he could

he wanted to know everything about you

and he’s so fast that you know somebody is watching you but never see him

T-Turmoil, Would they force you to team up with them?

Felix knows it’ll put a strain on you but it’s either you be with the volturi or be locked up

and he does quite enjoying your face. very nice 10/10

U-Usage, Would they use you to get what they desire?

he’ll use little things you like/want to his advantage.

oh well he got this for you! now you have to do something for him :)

V- Version: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Felix wouldn’t kill the people around you that talk to you

he can’t risk all the bloodshed and everybody noticing his presence

he’s not reckless like most yanderes

W-Wild Card, a random yandere headcannon.

You’re the second person to actually get use to felix quite faster causing him delight. Felix rewards you with your favorite things. once you actually get use to the life, Felix spoils you endlessly.

X- Xenophobia: How much would they get angry from their jealousy?

Felix is all about keeping his composure so he hides his anger

but the raise of his eyebrow and his eyes turning black says it all

he gets so fucking furious that when you didn’t know about him at first

he actually drank an animal as to not attack anybody and harm you

Y- Yander: How many crimes would they commit?

if he could, he would commit all of them

but he only commits like three so yk

Z-Zesty letters, give me your own and I’ll answer it!

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight imagine #felix volturi #felix volturi imagine #felix volturi x reader #the volturi #the volturi imagine #the volturi x reader #yandere alphabet #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yanderelove #vampires #vampires x reader

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 3 years ago

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Once stung, thrice bitten - Chapter 4

AN: Mentions of vampire death, hints to depression, tiny bit of yandere Volturi Kings and manipulation.

For the first time in ages, Athenodora was happy. So happy in fact that she almost ran into Marcus. The older vampire steadied her easily.

“Careful, sister.” He rumbled as he held onto her arm, “The next wall you run into may not be as forgiving.”

Contrary to popular opinion, Marcus had a sense of humour.

“It must be a good day if Marcus is making a joke.” Athenodora thought and then she realised what he’d called her.

“Marcus, you know as well as I do that Caius and I are not mates and neither are Aro and Sulpicia. There is no need to call me “sister.””

Marcus leant down a little, “You and Sulpicia may not be mated to my brothers but you both are part of my family.”

Marcus suddenly let go of Athenodora’s arm and his eyes widened but it wasn’t out of fear.

“Sister,” he offered her his arm, “please accompany me to the throne room.”

Athenodora looked longingly at the door before taking Marcus’ arm and letting him escort her to the throne room.

Demetri and Felix opened the heavy doors as if they weighed nothing and they bowed to Marcus and Athenodora as they passed.

Athenodora groaned as she heard a rogue vampire pleading for his immortal life to Aro and Caius.

“And here is the reason I do not sit in Court.”

The vampire’s head turned to face the newest arrivals, “King Marcus, I beg mercy from you.”

Marcus gently dropped Athenodora’s arm and strode over to the vampire. With a quick flick of his wrist, the nomad stopped pleading for mercy.

“Brother.” Caius smirked, “I am supposed to be the murderous one.”

“I will not apologise for my actions. Not only did he draw attention to us, but he also prevented me from revealing the news about our mate to you.”

“Splendid news brother,” Aro clapped and then held out his hand. Caius sat up straighter in his seat suddenly much more interested than when the vampire was pleading for mercy.

Marcus looked back at Athenodora and Aro understood, “Please come forward, dear sister.”

As with Marcus, Athenodora knew that this wasn’t a request no matter how politely it was phrased. She walked forwards and placed her hand in Aro’s.

An excited hiss left Aro as he watched Athenodora’s memories.

“Well?” Caius demanded impatiently, “Our mate, Aro?”

“She was dating a Jedi and he broke her heart over text. Athenodora met her last night because of the smell of the Jedi that clung to her clothing. They talked and learnt some things about each other.”

“Is our mate human?”

“Yes, Caius. She is.”

Caius gnashed his teeth and crossed his arms as Marcus focused. The line that connected him and his brothers to their mate was made up of two colours. On Marcus, Caius and Aro’s side, the line was a vibrant, deep red and on the side of their now known but unmet mate, the line was a bright yellow and it reminded Marcus of the mortals’ perception of the sun. While Marcus continued to focus on the line, the vibrant red slowly crept forwards and covered the yellow before pausing.

“Progress.” Marcus exhaled before frowning as he remembered that Aro had said your Jedi partner had dumped you over text. You deserved better than that.

“She must be protected, Aro!”

“And she will be Caius. She will have the best protection imaginable. She will have us and Athenodora will bring her to us, won’t you, Athenodora?”

The only thing Athenodora could do was nod and selfishly, she hoped that you would forgive her eventually.

#my writing #star wars x twilight crossover #athenodora volturi #marcus volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #hint of yandere Volturi Kings #reader is mentioned but she isn't in this chapter #protective Volturi Kings #demetri volturi #felix volturi #oncestungthricebitten

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volterran-wine · 3 years ago

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Possessive - Felix

Requested by anonymous: “Yandere Felix headcanons?”

Short and to the point Anonymous, I can respect it. I will honestly say the Yandere trope is not one I myself am very attracted to. Nor do I envision Felix as being one. However, one can always find similar traits.

Warnings: Some darker themes with the nature of what being a Yandere is. There is nothing explicit here however.

Headcanons in the depths as usual.

Felix is a protective partner by nature, his immortal existence had consisted of guarding both things and people who had grown precious to him over the many years. When his significant other entered his life, those sentiments were amplified.

There were not many people stupid enough to agitate Felix. The only person who could get away with irritating the hulking vampire except his S/O was Demetri. Which was why he found it especially infuriating when he one day found a visiting vampire making clear advances on someone who was his.

The offending party must have had a death wish. It was the only logical explanation. And if there was one thing Felix was good at, it was fulfilling those kinds of wishes.

“You can’t harm every vampire that looks my way Felix” “He wasn't just looking.”

His significant other had not been too pleased with his behaviour. But they didn’t understand. That vampire was looking at them with such a depraved look it disgusted even him. The Volturi’s executioner. He didn’t even want to imagine what thoughts were running through their head.

“D... I need a favour.” “... I’ll keep your love occupied Felix, do what you must.” “Thank you brother.”

For being 6′7, Felix was in fact quite good at getting by unnoticed. Over 2 millennia filled with training, warfare and battle does that to somebody. Oh, that idiot of a vampire didn’t see him coming at all. His back turned as Felix appeared out of the shadows to end his pitiful existence. If anyone heard the crunching of marble and terrified snarls they elected to ignore it. Once he returned to the palazzo he sought out his significant other, finding them deep in conversation with Demetri in the library. Looking as perfect as they always did in the warm glow of the candle light.

His dearheart didn’t have to know what he had done. After all; the only thing that was left of the waste of an immortal life was a pile of ash scattered on the winds outside of Volterra.

#felix volturi #felix volturi headcanon #felix volturi x reader #twilight #twilight renaissance #on a different note #I'm weak for Felix and Demetri calling each other brother.

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like-rain-or-confetti · 3 years ago

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So if you're with a yandere vampire whose part of the guard like felix or demetri; would you be allowed out your room to eat/make something to eat? Because if I was reader I wouldn't want to eat takeout all the time. Or would the receptionist be responsible for cooking? Imagine that being on the job requirements: Must be able to cook

Also would the Volturi have the receptionist shop for groceries or have them to delivered?

For Felix? No. The receptionist will make food for you and that's that. He barely trusts you to go to the bathroom.

Demetri would let you cook...under supervision. His supervision to be specific.

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wallwriterstuff · 4 years ago

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Obsession ||Yandere!Alec Volturi x Female Reader|| Part 1

Warnings: Yandere!Alec, obsessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships and implied non-con later on. This is possibly one of the darkest fics I have ever written so please be aware if controlling behaviour, gaslighting etc. If this is triggering to you, do not read this fic. This and posts like this one will be tagged under dark themes so please feel free to block that tag if you do not want to see content like this in the future.

The following link will take you to a Citizen’s Advice Page that have resources regarding Domestic abuse and violence. They detail various organisations offering support, refuge and advice for both women and men in abusive situations, however these only apply to the UK.

https://www.citizensadvice.org.uk/family/gender-violence/domestic-violence-and-abuse-getting-help/

I am from the UK and therefore am not sure about what resources may be available internationally, however I know many of you are from places outwith the UK. If you have any resources you know of that would be useful or helpful to add here then please do! You can reblog this post with link in or message me a link to have me edit it into the original. I will post this link and any that get added in all three parts of this fic that I post.

Words: 3116

Summary: A request for @tiger-khans-blog Savings your sister’s boyfriend was an act of kindness, something you had done out of the goodness of your heart, but hadn’t they always said the road to hell is paved with good intentions? Alec is aged up to 16 in this fic.

Part 2: When You’re Lost I’ll Leave My Gaslight On

Part 3: These Violent Delights

It had been near constant since you’d entered the room.

His eyes were the most piercing ruby red – until they weren’t. The onyx colour had followed you ever since you’d set foot in the throne room, a sharp inhale being the extent of his communication with you. If he wasn’t so damn creepy he might have been handsome, with his shock of dark hair framing a pale face with all the sharp, angular cheekbones and jawline of a model. He was taller to, definitely taller than you by at least half a head, but his stare was piercing and completely at odds with his otherwise apathetic expression. He showed no emotion at all yet the way he looked at you…it was like the whole world revolved around you and only you. There was hunger and excitement and need and envy and a whole host of other emotions in his eyes. It had made you so uncomfortable you’d gravitated towards Alice as best you could, but the whole plan had gone out of the window when the hulking mass of muscle they called Felix started towards your sister.

Isabella Swan was two years older than yourself, but for most of your life she had been the one taking care of you. Renée hadn’t planned on having a second child but like so many other things in her life, you were a complete accident. As loving as your mother was, she wasn’t necessarily fit to take care of one child, never mind two. Bella was the one who had helped with homework, who had crawled into your bed with you when you had nightmares or were sick. To see Felix coming straight for her was like something straight out of a nightmare and you’d moved without thinking. One minute you were facing the taunting smirk of a mountain man and the next the room had blurred, and your vision was filled with the furious stare of the boy who had been watching you all day.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hissed. His grip on the tops of your arms tight enough to bruise. You winced, wide eyes filling with tears, and in the next second the boy had released your arms and moved to tenderly cup your face. “Shhh, shhhh sh sh, it’ll all be over soon.” He promised, thumbs stroking your cheeks while you tried to squirm out of his grip. His eyes hardened, clearly unhappy with you trying to escape him. You could only see him, his face the only thing in your vision, but you could hear what sounded like rocks colliding, granite smashing. Your body trembled, anxiety filling you up. It wasn’t clear if the boy was more upset with your trying to get out of his grip than your interference with Bella’s execution, but those coal black eyes never lost their laser focus on you.

“Alec?” the petite blonde beside him sounded thoroughly confused while you fought off a shudder. You hated how his name sounded so appealing. Everything about him was enticing, even his scent, but he terrified you beyond belief with the way he was acting.

“Is it the noise? Would you prefer not to see? To hear?” he asked. In the next second it was all gone, like the world had fallen away around you. You couldn’t see, couldn’t hear; you were left screaming in your own head with absolutely no idea if you were still in that awful, awful room or if your soul had mercifully fled your body before you could feel any pain. There was simultaneously nothing and everything, an endless abyss of silence and the imprecise, ever-shifting image of what you thought you remembered the Volturi’s throne room to look like wavering in your head.

Being left alone with your imagination was somehow worse than seeing the actual thing. In your mind Bella was torn in half, one hand stretched towards you while the other remained in Felix’s grip. Alice was trapped by Demetri, Felix holding Edward by the throat. Then the scene would shift and Bella was limp in his arms with Felix’s mouth attached to her neck, both Cullen’s dead and Alec descending on you with that insane stare of his. There were too many ways to envision what mutilation might have occurred and you were beginning to drive yourself insane with them when suddenly the darkness faded.

You blinked rapidly, unsure if what you were seeing was real since it was so blurred. A gentle hand dabbed rough wool beneath your eye and you realised the world looked so watery because you had been crying. Alec used the sleeves of his jacket to dry your tears. Bella was watching you with horror filled eyes, your trembling body almost giving way as you fought the urge to run – you were sure Alec would just drag you back. You could feel his breath on the side of your face. He clearly didn’t understand the concept of personal space.

“Mesmerising, to see what you have seen before it has happened.” Aro murmured, stroking Alice’s hand before she pulled it back with a clearly forced smile.

“But what will.” She reminded him. He clapped his hands, looking so joyful you were left utterly paralysed with confusion. Did he not understand how terrifying this all was? Had he not seen the sheer crazy that was waiting to burst forth out of the boy holding you back? His behaviour was erratic, completely at odds with the rest of the refined and well disciplined Guard. How could Aro not see?

“Yes, yes it’s quite certain, you are free to leave.” Aro informed them. Your breath escaped you in a rush and you immediately tried to dash for your sister. Bella had opened her arms straight to you and the safe haven was so close, yet so far. Alec didn’t let you take a step, hauling you back against his chest and burying his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“No you don’t, I’ve waited too long.” He grumbled. You struggled frantically, the tears springing to your eyes again as Caius tried to protest his brother’s decision. You had drawn the attention of most of the Guard and the man you knew to be Marcus by now though, the brunette king looking somewhat sympathetic towards you. For a man with no respect for human life to look at you like that could most certainly not be a good thing.

“What are you doing brother? Let the foolish thing go.” Jane said, reaching for his arm. His head snapped up, a growl rumbling through his chest into your spine. If looks could kill, you had no doubt the petite blonde would have burst into flame then and there, bursting into a thousand pieces with the intensity of the danger in his glare.

“Bella!” you whimpered. His hold was like having an iron beam wrapped around your torso, two strong arms refusing to let you move so much as an inch from his chest. It didn’t make sense, none of it did, why was he so obsessed with keeping you near? Did he want you dead? He couldn’t, he’d had plenty of chance to do so by now and hadn’t taken a single opportunity to hurt you on purpose. So what was his problem with you?

“Alec, dear one, is something the matter?” Aro asked, eyes glistening.

“Aro.” His brother held a hand out to him and the black haired leader flashed towards him while you continued to struggle, your frustration mounting.

“Let me go!” you cried, You stomped on his foot – nothing. You threw your elbow back into his ribs – nothing except a sore elbow for you. You tried to pry his arms away from your body – nothing.

“No.” he hissed. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Let me go! Please! Let me go!” you begged.

“I said, no.” he repeated, his voice ice cold. Your heart rabbited in your chest, the nausea in your throat rising until you were sure you were on the verge of throwing up. You could barely breathe and it wasn’t just his tight grip that was the problem. There was a panic attack looming on the horizon for you if he kept this up.

“Please, let her go, she’s done nothing wrong. Aro said we were free to go.” Bella tried. She took a step towards you and with one swift jerk he had turned his back on her. You screamed, your limbs fatigued and losing strength with every hit.

“I’m afraid young Y/N will not be going home with you,” Aro’s voice was soft, “To separate them would clearly only cause harm. Alec cannot leave his mate.” You froze in his grip, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket as you lip trembled. Mate? Mate? What the hell did that even mean? Animals mated, not humans! Was that what he was implying? The boy was so horny for you he wouldn’t let you leave? The fear that gripped you was utterly paralysing as you thought of a thousand different scenarios that made you want to be utterly sick with the horror of them; your choices taken from you, your voice inconsequential as he did things to you you never consented to.

“She’s my sister! Please, I’ve looked after her since she was born, you can’t just-“

“And from this day forth she’ll be looked after by me. She is mine.” Alec snarled quietly. He didn’t seem to notice you’d gone completely rigid in his grip.

“Alec her father will be devastated, she hasn’t even finished school, if you keep her here you’ll just make her unhappy.” Edward tried to reason with him, but he merely tightened his grip on you. You cried out, a sharp pain ripping through your midriff as he almost choked the life from you. The blonde-haired Guard appeared in your line of sight then, his expression somewhat concerned as you struggled to force air into your lungs. If Alec could hear you rasping for air he didn’t show it.

“Alec, old friend look at her,” he coaxed. Alec had done plenty of looking at you, you didn’t want him to look anymore. You shied away from his gaze, head ducking and hair falling between you. Shuddering gasps escaped you as your heart began to roar in your ears, a sure sign there wasn’t enough oxygen getting into your lungs. One arm moved from around your waist but you were too scared to move away from him now, his freezing cold fingers gently brushing your hair back. You flinched.

“She’s mine, Demetri.” He insisted, frowning like a petulant child who was being threatened with their favourite toy being taken from them. Demetri nodded his head.

“She is, and yet she flinches from you. You are scaring her Alec, and she will most definitely bruise if you keep holding her so tight, that’s I she doesn’t suffocate first. Do you want that for your mate? Do you wish to hurt her? To make her fear you?” he questioned. Alec gave a soft wince, immediately loosening his grip.

“I’ve hurt you?” he asked, looking a lot like a wounded puppy now. You swallowed past the lump in your throat, not trusting your voice to remain steady and simply nodding in response. His eyes were still wide with conflicting emotion, but Demetri seemed to be getting through to him at least. You were grateful, and pleaded with your eyes for the man to keep going.

“You cannot simply claim her Alec, she is so young still, would you not prefer her to live a full life and come to you willingly?” Demetri wondered. You felt your stomach drop as Alec’s expression hardened.

“You’re trying to take her from me to.” he growled.

“Alec you are-“

“She, is, not, leaving!” he snarled, a sea of black exploding around him. Your eyes widened, a cool mist swirling about your legs as you finally managed to stumble away from him. Only Bella was still standing, the others having crumpled to the floor until only he, you and Bella remained conscious.

“Y/N!” she cried out. He didn’t stop you running to her this time. You stumbled into her arms, sobbing and shaking. She held you tight to her, her fingers pressing harshly into her skin. It felt like butterfly wings caressing your flesh compared to Alec’s vice like grip. “It’s okay, we’ll figure this out, it’ll be okay, you just have to-“

“Make this quick, say goodbye to your sister. That’s what you want isn’t it? A proper goodbye?” Alec asked, mist still pouring from his hands as his black eyes followed your every move. You shook your head frantically.

“I don’t want to say goodbye, I want to go home! Let me go home!” you begged. Alec hissed.

“What don’t you understand? You are my mate! I’ve waited a thousand years for you, you are mine and you cannot walk away from me!” he snapped. Bella tried to hush you, stroking your hair gently as you collapsed into her.

“Please don’t let him keep me here.” You cried. Bella remained silent, horribly, startlingly silent. Her hands shook as she held you close. Alec approached you, the mist seemingly absorbing back into his body as he walked. The room was in an uproar as soon as everyone was on their feet again, Felix and Demetri forcing him to his knees with furious expressions. He still never took his eyes off of you, his expression devoid of any and all emotion suddenly.

“Are you insane Alec? Using your gift on us? We’re trying to help you!”

“How could you brother? You broke our promise and for a human no less!”

“What insolence is this? Need we remind you of your place boy!”

Alec didn’t respond to any of the accusations, his neck straining so he could keep his eyes on you. Aro only had to touch his hand to know his intentions for you, but you didn’t dare look anymore, choosing instead to bury your face in your sister’s neck as you struggled to calm your breathing and sobbing.

“I would advise you leave now.” Felix huffed.

“We can’t,” Edward’s voice was quiet, apologetic, “Y/N, if we take you, he’ll destroy us all.” Your chest constricted, you felt like you could barely breathe as a lead weight settled in your gut. Destroy them? Alec was a killer, if the red eyes hadn’t told you so then his actions just now had. It wasn’t difficult at all to believe he’d go so far as to kill anyone who stood between you both, but what hurt even more was that you didn’t trust him to be good to you if you stayed either. Why did it have to be you? You’d come to Volterra to do something good, to save someone’s life! So why were you losing yours?

“You ought think on your actions Alec, your mate will be here waiting for you, but for now you need some time to reflect on your position. I think two weeks in the dungeons ought to suffice.” Aro’s voice was ice cold, his fury obvious. Clearly, he had never thought one of his own guard would dare use his powers against him.

“You monster! You fucking monster! Edward I can’t leave her here, she’s my baby sister!” Bella protested. You tightened your grip on her shirt, eyes itchy red and cheeks wet as the terrible weight of hopelessness sank down on your chest. There was no way out. Even if they had tricked Alec and let you leave what then? Did you run from him for the rest of your life? Did you just wait for him to find you? Maybe the dungeon might mellow him out some? It was a bit of a relief really, when the stress just shut your brain and body down, even if the moment of relief was as brief as blinking.

You could almost pretend nothing had ever happened, that perhaps you were at home, as your consciousness dripped back into you. You were on soft sheets, your pillow cradling your head, and you wanted to just burrow away in them. The only thing was, you could feel sunlight warming your skin, and that addictive, woodsy smell was not the lavender your laundry usually came out smelling like. You felt awfully nauseous for a moment when you opened your eyes, your body readjusting to having your brain in control once more, but the red eyes that met yours were far kinder this time than Alec’s aggressively territorial stare. The chestnut brown hair and angular face was familiar to you, and you warily sat up to lean back against the headboard. Demetri let you put the distance between you with an aura of calm that tempted you to relax to. He was alone, no Felix or Jane by his side, but that didn’t mean he was any less dangerous.

“Where’s Bella?” you whispered. She had to be somewhere nearby. Maybe she was in the bathroom? Or had gone to find food and drink? How long had you even been out? Whose room was this?

“She and the Cullen’s departed for their return flight to America not an hour ago.” Demetri informed you. Your stomach dropped, your nausea rising and face paling.

“No…no she – she didn’t leave me here, she didn’t….you’re lying!” Knees curling to your chest, you gripped tightly at your jeans until your knuckles turned as white as your face.

“Not without protest,” he assured you, his voice softer now with sympathy, “But it seems Alec has become unpredictable. His reaction to the mate pull unnerved us all, you are not alone in your fear, though perhaps we fear different things.” His voice was soothing in a way not much else to you was right now. Thoughts swirled in your mind, the bitterness at your abandonment only outweighed by terror at being left behind.

“What is he going to do to me?” you asked, your voice barely more audible than a whisper. Demetri’s head tilted.

“And that is why I am afraid…I truly cannot tell you.” He murmured. He didn’t exactly comfort you when the tears came again, your eyes beyond irritated with all the crying you’d done today, but he didn’t stop you from letting your emotions run away from you instead. He remained close enough to remind you you weren’t alone, but Demetri didn’t hold you as Bella would, or stroke your hair or do anything remotely soothing. His greatest gift to you in that moment was to simply let you be human.

You didn’t know how long that would last.

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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Yandere poly volturi kings and female elf reader.

❝hidden away from preying eyes❞

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

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : demetri and felix have long since come across their mates and turns out they shared one, she was different from others, an elf her species were called, she was theirs, all theirs and they’d be damned if anyone came about her. No, that simply wouldn’t do at all. She didn’t need to be exposed to the brutality of the vampire world and that’ll be sure she’s kept a secret, their little secret

✭ authors note : thank you for the request but as posted on my last twilight fic I’ll be writing for other fandoms mostly instead of twilight, I’m not limited to just writing twilight seeing as how I write for various fandoms :)

✭ twilight masterlist 2

The grand halls of the Volturi castle echoed with whispers of ancient power and authority as Demetri and Felix strode through them. Today was a rare day; they had been excused from their duties serving the kings. An off day. The prospect of freedom beckoned to them like a siren's call, and they intended to make the most of it.

As they exited the castle, the brilliant Italian sunlight warmed their skin. Demetri, ever the expert hunter with his tracking abilities, had something special in mind for their day of respite. "What ever shall we do now felix," he said, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. "After all it is our off day."

Felix raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Our off day you say? Hmm, I take it you already know what I’m thinking.”

With Demetri's keen senses guiding them, they ventured beyond the city's edge and into the dense Italian forest. They followed the winding paths until they reached an unassuming spot near the base of a craggy hill.

"Ah, but of course I do," Demetri announced, his eyes narrowing as he focused. "Do you think the little ones hatched.”

Felix watched in fascination as Demetri's hand moved gracefully, tracing invisible lines in the air. Slowly, as if an invisible cloak were lifted, an entrance revealed itself. An underground cave system beckoned them.

They jumped down gracefully, landing with the ease of supernatural beings. "Anyone here?" Felix called out into the dimly lit cavern.

The echo of their voices faded, and there was a moment of silence. Then, as if materializing from thin air, a house appeared before them. It had been hidden by some form of illusion, but it was now fully exposed.

The door swung open, and a breathtaking elf woman emerged. (Y/N) was her name, and she was their mate. Her long, silvery hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back, and her ethereal beauty left Demetri and Felix momentarily breathless.

"I've missed you, my loves," she said, her voice like a melodious song. With grace and swiftness, she ran into their arms. One by one, she planted a passionate kiss on each of their lips.

Felix grinned, his golden eyes filled with affection. "We've missed you too, little fairy.”

And then came the chorus of little voices. From the house behind (Y/N), a group of hybrid vampire and elf children came running. Their laughter filled the cavern as they called out in excitement.

"Daddy! Papa!" they cried, their tiny arms outstretched.

Demetri and Felix knelt to embrace their children, their hearts overflowing with love. It was moments like these that made their relentless service to the Volturi worthwhile. Here, in this hidden sanctuary, they found the love and family they had always yearned for.

“It seems the little ones did indeed hatch.” Demetri smiled in pure amusement.

Now inside the house, Demetri and Felix sat on the ground, surrounded by their exuberant little ones, their hearts filled with joy and contentment. As they shared affectionate moments with their children, Demetri couldn't help but be overwhelmed by a nagging curiosity.

"(Y/N)," he began hesitantly, "can I ask... when were they... born?"

(Y/N) smiled warmly, her eyes filled with maternal pride as she gazed at their offspring. "Just last spring, my love."

Demetri's brow furrowed, and he grimaced inwardly. They had missed the birth of their children, and it weighed heavily on him. He exchanged a quick glance with Felix, who shared his remorse.

"We are sorry, our love," Felix spoke up, his voice tinged with regret. "Our duties... they keep us occupied."

(Y/N) placed a gentle hand on Felix's shoulder, her touch reassuring. "I understand," she said, her voice filled with understanding and love. "You two are protecting our family from that dangerous world up there."

Her words brought solace to Demetri and Felix, a reminder that their sacrifices were not in vain. They had chosen to continue to serve the Volturi to safeguard their loved ones from the perilous existence of the vampire world. But in this hidden sanctuary, beneath the earth's surface, they had found a haven of love and acceptance.

Demetri leaned in to kiss (Y/N), his gratitude and affection evident in the tender gesture. Felix wrapped his arms around both of them, drawing them closer into an embrace that spoke of their unbreakable bond.

As they held each other and reveled in the laughter of their children, the world above, with all its dangers and complexities, faded into the background. Here, in the arms of their mate and the embrace of their little ones, Demetri and Felix found the greatest treasure of all: a family born of love, acceptance, and unity.

Demetri and Felix reveled in the simple joys of parenthood as they took turns playing with their little ones in the underground sanctuary. The children's laughter echoed through the cavern as they engaged in various activities, from playing games to exploring the hidden corners of their unique home.

While one of them spent time with the children, the other shared passionate moments with (Y/N) in their bedroom. Their love for each other burned just as brightly as it did when they first met, and these stolen moments of intimacy were a reminder of the deep connection they shared.

As the day unfolded, Demetri and Felix switched roles, each taking their turn to bond with their mate and tend to the children. It was a seamless rhythm of love and care that filled their hearts with contentment.

By the time dinner approached, the children's excitement was palpable. They gathered around the makeshift dining area, their eager faces lit with anticipation.

Felix and Demetri joined them, taking their seats as (Y/N) served a simple meal. The children couldn't contain their enthusiasm, and their voices bubbled over as they began sharing their adventures.

"I found a rock!" one of the youngest ones exclaimed, proudly displaying a shiny stone.

Another chimed in, "Mommy's helping me grow a garden!" Her eyes sparkled with pride as she described the tiny sprouts that had emerged.

Demetri and Felix listened with rapt attention, their hearts swelling with pride as they celebrated each child's discoveries and accomplishments. It was a far cry from the world of the Volturi, where power and dominance ruled. Here, in this hidden sanctuary, their family thrived on love, support, and the simple joys of life.

The children's stories and laughter filled the underground cavern, a reminder that they were building a future together, one filled with love, acceptance, and the promise of endless adventures in their hidden world.

Demetri and Felix lovingly tucked each of their little ones into their shared nest, ensuring they were comfortable and secure beneath the warm covers. The children's eyes were heavy with sleep, and they clutched their favorite toys as they settled in.

"We'll be back as soon as we can, my loves," Demetri whispered to them, his voice gentle and reassuring.

Felix leaned down to place a tender kiss on each child's forehead. "Sleep well, little peanuts."

As they turned to leave the nest, (Y/N) watched them with a soft smile. However, there was a hint of concern in her eyes. "You shouldn't lie to them," she said softly.

Demetri turned back to her, his expression conflicted. "Let's not fight, my love," he urged, hoping to avoid discord.

(Y/N) sighed, her gaze filled with understanding. "I don't wish to fight either, but they are growing older. Soon, they will question where their papa and daddy are and why they can't see them as often. I understand you are protecting us, but they need their fathers."

Felix, sensing the tension in the room, approached (Y/N) and kissed her gently on the lips. "We will find a solution for this," he promised.

As they left the nest and made their way through the underground sanctuary, dark and possessive thoughts began to swirl in their minds. They were fiercely protective over (Y/N) and their offspring. The idea of being separated from them or putting their family in harm's way was unthinkable.

Demetri's eyes gleamed with a possessive intensity, and Felix's grip on his mate's hand tightened. In the depths of their hearts, they were willing to do whatever it took to ensure the safety and happiness of their beloved mate and precious children, even if it meant taking extreme measures.

As they ventured deeper into the cave towards the exit, the darkness of their thoughts matched the shadowy world they inhabited, where love and protection bordered on obsession, and where the boundaries between right and wrong blurred in the name of family.

After a particularly harrowing mission, Felix and Demetri returned to their hidden sanctuary beneath the earth, their minds heavy with the weight of their deeds. But the protectiveness they felt for their mate and offspring had only grown stronger, and they were determined to provide a safer and more comfortable life for their family.

Not far from their underground haven, they stumbled upon an isolated house nestled among the trees. The owners, oblivious to their impending doom, never saw it coming. In a swift and efficient manner, Felix and Demetri eliminated any threats, securing the property for their own purposes.

With grim determination, they began the arduous task of transforming the house into a hidden treehouse. It was a labor of love and protection, and over the course of three weeks, they worked tirelessly. They constructed a series of long, winding stairs that spiraled up the massive tree trunk, leading to a network of cabins on different levels.

As they labored side by side, their thoughts often turned to their mate and offspring. "Do you think they'll like it here?" Felix asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Demetri paused, wiping sweat from his brow. He gazed around at the hidden treehouse they were building, a sanctuary far removed from the dangers of the vampire world above. "They'll love it," he affirmed, his eyes filled with determination.

They envisioned their family laughing and playing in the treehouse, the children exploring the different levels and cabins, their mate feeling safe and protected in this hidden haven. It was a labor of love and a testament to the depths of their devotion.

With the final touches in place, they stood back to admire their creation. The treehouse blended seamlessly with the surrounding forest, hidden from prying eyes. It was a symbol of their commitment to their family's well-being, a refuge from the chaos and darkness of the world above.

As they left the completed treehouse, Demetri and Felix were filled with a sense of satisfaction and hope. They were willing to go to any lengths to ensure the happiness and security of their loved ones. This hidden treehouse, nestled high among the branches, was a testament to their unwavering love and their determination to provide a better life for their mate and offspring.

With their hidden treehouse complete and the sun casting long shadows through the forest, Demetri and Felix ventured back to the underground sanctuary to fetch (Y/N) and the children. Their hearts swelled with anticipation as they imagined their loved ones discovering their new home.

As they approached their family, (Y/N) turned toward them, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What's going on? What's the surprise?"

Felix exchanged a knowing look with Demetri, and together they led their mate and the children on a winding path from out the cave, through the dense woods. The children's eyes sparkled with excitement as they ventured deeper into the forest, this was their first time outside of the cave.

Finally, they reached the base of the towering tree where the hidden treehouse awaited, its long staircase winding its way up the trunk. The children gasped in awe at the sight before them.

"(Y/N)," Demetri began, his voice filled with warmth, "we wanted to give you and the children a place closer to us.”

(Y/N) looked up at the treehouse, her eyes wide with wonder. "It's incredible," she breathed, taking in the sprawling structure.

As they ascended the stairs to their new home, the children's laughter echoed through the trees. They ran from cabin to cabin, exploring the hidden passages and rooms with boundless enthusiasm.

Demetri and Felix watched with contented smiles as their offspring reveled in their new surroundings. "My loves," (y/n) began, "does this mean we'll see you two more often?

Felix nodded and demetri followed. Demetri’s eyes filled with love and reassurance. "Yes, only we know of this place. It's our secret haven, away from the rest of the world."

Tears of gratitude welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she embraced them both. It was a promise of togetherness, a sanctuary where they could nurture their love and protect their family. As the sun set behind the trees, casting a warm golden glow over the hidden treehouse, Demetri, Felix, and their beloved mate and children stood together, united in their secret world, ready to embrace the future with love and unwavering devotion.

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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Hello. Can you make an obsessive Volturi Kings and female fairy or elf reader?

❝our little fairy❞

✭ pairing : yandere poly volturi king x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is a tree spirit who was out exploring one day when she flies into the broad chest of Felix volturi, curious on her being he takes her back to his kings where a bond is formed between the three leaders and their little fairy.

✭ twilight masterlist 2

In a hidden corner of the ancient woodland, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun, a tiny woodland fairy (Y/N) flitted gracefully through the air. She was no larger than a dandelion puff, her iridescent wings shimmering with each delicate flutter. Her mission this evening was simple - to gather boggle cap tops and fragrant flowers to adorn her cozy little home nestled within the hollow of an ancient oak tree.

(Y/N) darted from one flower to another, her laughter like the tinkling of a distant wind chime. With nimble fingers, she plucked the petals of a dew-kissed wildflower, all the while imagining how they would brighten her tiny abode. Lost in her world of flora and whimsy, she didn't notice the towering figure of a man approaching.

Felix, a formidable vampire with rippling muscles and a chiseled jawline, moved through the forest with an eerie grace that belied his imposing presence. He was on a solitary walk, deep in thought, when an unexpected gust of wind swept (Y/N) off course. With a gasp, she collided with his chest, knocking the wind out of her, quite literally.

Startled, Felix instinctively reached out to catch whatever had just crashed into him. In his massive, open palm, he found himself holding the tiniest being he had ever seen. A creature so delicate, so ethereal, it could only be the stuff of legends.

"What a surprise we have here," Felix mused, his voice a deep rumble that (Y/N) felt rather than heard. He marveled at the tiny being he held, her translucent wings fluttering desperately to regain her composure.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was equally awestruck. Her wide, sparkling eyes took in the towering figure before her, his crimson eyes and pale skin telling her all she needed to know. She had heard tales of vampires, creatures of the night, but had never imagined she would encounter one up close.

As Felix examined her with a mix of curiosity and amusement, they both spoke in unison, their voices overlapping in a bizarre coincidence. "What are you?"

Their synchronized query left them momentarily dumbfounded, but it was Felix who broke the silence. "I'm a vampire," he declared, his gaze locked on her. "Now then, what are you?"

(Y/N) gathered her composure and replied, "I'm a fairy," her tiny voice ringing with a mixture of pride and wonder.

Felix's lips curled into a wry smile as he considered the possibilities. "Interesting," he murmured. "My masters, the Volturi Kings, would probably want to meet you. Would you be willing to accompany me to them?"

(Y/N) hesitated for only a moment before nodding. She had always been curious about the world beyond her woodland home, and this encounter promised an adventure unlike any she had ever imagined. With a sense of anticipation, she remained perched in the palm of Felix's hand as he set off on a journey that would change both their lives forever.

Felix returned to the imposing fortress of the Volturi, the ancient stone walls and eerie silence of the place contrasting sharply with the vibrant world from which he had come. In the palm of his hand, nestled amidst the swirl of his dark cloak, (Y/N) clung to a strand of his clothing, her heart aflutter with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

As Felix entered the grand hall where the three Volturi kings resided, his voice echoed through the cavernous chamber. "Masters, I bring you a most extraordinary guest."

Aro, the ancient and charismatic leader of the Volturi, turned his crimson eyes toward Felix, his features alight with curiosity. Marcus, the somber and introspective king, regarded Felix with a gaze as penetrating as the shadows that clung to him. Caius, the most imposing of the three with a demeanor as cold as ice, observed the proceedings with an air of detached indifference.

Felix recounted the story of his chance encounter with the tiny fairy, (Y/N), and how their simultaneous question had sparked this unusual alliance. As he spoke, Marcus, the most attuned to emotions among the Volturi, felt a peculiar sensation. It was like the faint stirrings of a bond he hadn't experienced in centuries.

The bond, however, was not limited to him alone. As Marcus delved deeper into the sensation, he realized that it extended, tendrils of emotion, reaching out to touch not only him but also Aro and Caius. It was as if this tiny being in Felix's palm had ignited a connection that bound them together.

Marcus met Aro's gaze, and without words, he conveyed his discovery. Aro's eyes widened with intrigue, and he nodded in understanding. Caius, on the other hand, seemed indifferent to the revelation.

With an air of expectation, Aro approached Felix and the small fairy. He extended a slender hand, and Felix carefully transferred (Y/N) into Aro's palm. The fairy stood there, her heart pounding, as Aro examined her with a bemused expression.

"Interesting," Aro murmured, his voice a velvety whisper. "Such a rare and exquisite creature."

Caius, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't resist the pull of curiosity any longer. He reached out and gently cupped (Y/N) in his hand, his cold skin contrasting with her warmth. Her miniature form seemed even smaller against his massive palm, but she held her composure, her wide eyes flitting between the three kings.

Caius, Aro, and Marcus leaned in, their expressions filled with fascination as they admired the tiny fairy before them. And just as (Y/N) had marveled at their vampiric beauty, she found herself flustered yet enchanted by the kings' ethereal grace and handsomeness.

With her heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings, (Y/N) realized that her adventure had taken an unexpected turn. She was now the center of attention among the most powerful vampires in existence, and the enchantment of their world was beginning to weave its magic around her in ways she could never have imagined.

Aro, the enigmatic leader of the Volturi, continued to study (Y/N) with fascination as she now stood in the palm of his hand. Her ethereal beauty and innocence intrigued him, and he couldn't help but find her presence captivating.

With an air of gentleness that contrasted with his usual demeanor, Aro began to speak to (Y/N). "My dear, I must explain that we are not like the creatures you are familiar with. We are vampires, though I’m sure our guard felix told you of our species. We vampires are immortal beings who feed on blood to survive."

(Y/N), who had never heard of vampires or their dark nature, simply nodded, assuming Aro was merely explaining his kind to her. "I see," she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity. "I am a woodland fairy, a guardian of the forest. We live in harmony with nature, nurturing the plants and creatures that inhabit our realm."

Marcus, the quieter and more introspective of the Volturi kings, couldn't help but feel sympathy for the tiny fairy. He decided to share another piece of information that would undoubtedly surprise her. "You see, (Y/N), there's something else you should know. Vampires have mates, like soulmates. It's a bond that goes beyond our understanding."

(Y/N) furrowed her tiny brow, not quite comprehending. "Mates? I've never heard of such a thing among my kind. We exist to protect and preserve the balance of the forest, but we don't have mates."

Caius, the most imposing of the Volturi kings, leaned in closer to (Y/N) and explained in a surprisingly gentle tone, "Mates are like soulmates as Marcus has said, and you just so happen to be ours therefore our souls are now linked to your existence, and we can't let you leave."

Confusion welled up within (Y/N). She loved the forest and being with nature, and the thought of not returning to her home saddened her. The three kings, sensitive to her emotions, proposed a solution.

Aro spoke, "We can build you a small house in our garden. You can be close to nature, and we can be close to you."

Although it was a generous offer, (Y/N) couldn't help but question it. "But why can't I go back to my home in the forest?"

Aro, ever the strategist, decided to stretch the truth to ensure her compliance. "The further you are from your mate, the weaker it makes the vampires. Eventually, it could even lead to our demise."

Hearing this, (Y/N) was filled with concern for her newfound friends. She didn't want to be the cause of their suffering. With a heavy heart, she agreed to stay in the garden with them, trusting their words.

Aro turned his attention to Alec and Jane, two of his loyal guards. "Alec, Jane, please retrieve the things from (Y/N)'s little house in the forest. We will make her feel at home here."

As the two vampires departed on their mission, (Y/N) couldn't shake the feeling that her life had taken an unexpected turn, and the enigmatic bond with these vampire kings would forever alter her existence.

The Volturi kings watched with a mixture of relief and elation as (Y/N) agreed to stay with them in their garden. The fact that they didn't have to resort to force or Chelsea’s manipulation abilities, filled them with a sense of contentment they rarely experienced. To them, she was more than just a rare and beautiful creature; she was their perfect mate.

As (Y/N) spoke animatedly about where she would place her belongings in the garden and how she would decorate it to fit her needs, the kings sat in a contemplative silence. Dark thoughts swirled in their minds like a storm on the horizon.

Aro, with his uncanny ability to see into the future, envisioned a world where (Y/N) would never leave their side. He saw himself as her protector, ensuring that she would never be harmed by anyone, and those who dared to threaten her would face the full extent of his wrath.

Marcus, whose empathy allowed him to sense the emotions of others, felt a growing sense of possessiveness towards (Y/N). He couldn't bear the thought of her being with anyone else, and the idea of her happiness being dependent on them was intoxicating.

Caius, who had always been the most cold and ruthless of the trio, surprised even himself with the intensity of his feelings for (Y/N). He imagined a future where they would be inseparable, where he would be her shelter from the world, and where anyone who dared to hurt her would face a punishment beyond measure.

Their fixation on (Y/N) was all-consuming, and they couldn't help but revel in the darkness of their desires. To them, she was the embodiment of perfection, the one they had longed for, and they were willing to do whatever it took to ensure she would never leave their side.

As (Y/N) continued to share her plans for her new life in the garden, the Volturi kings sat in silence, their minds filled with possessive thoughts and an unwavering determination to keep her with them, no matter the cost.

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