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Heartbreaker (Felix Volturi x Fem!Reader One-Shot)
Request by Anon; Hi could you do an imagine with Felix just leaving people after he sleeps with them and not caring about hurting their feelings? (I can’t stop thinking about it)
Warnings: NSFW themes, abandonment, Fuckboy!Felix
Word Count: 1.78k
Author Notes: Oh god my heart. I’m like, a super emphatic person so when I say I felt this while writing it I FELT THE PAIN
You’d been warned of a vampire’s charm, but that sure didn’t stop you from finding yourself falling for one particular tall muscular vampire, did it?
Despite the warnings from those who knew of how seductive a vampire could be - and warnings from those who knew Felix - you still got wrapped around his finger. Quite happily so. It began with the two of you shooting flirty comebacks at each other, and then that lead to you two getting even more flirty with each other, which lead to hanging out in secret… and then to last night’s events.
You’d slept with him.
He had slept with you.
And it felt amazing. You enjoyed it a lot.
That would have been the most mind-boggling thing about your relationship with him and sure, you still questioned it, but as you stirred back to the land of the living you awoke to just you in the bed.
One thing was for sure, word spread fast in the supernatural world. The Cullen’s had successfully escaped a stand off with the Volturi with their entire coven intact. You had meant to go be a witness for them, you really had. However, your fear, like many others, prevented you from that. Now with the fear of your immortal life ending gone, you had to see this strange child for yourself.
That’s how you found yourself standing in their backyard hesitantly making your way up their steps.
A large man met you at the door, “Hi, can I help you?” He smiled a half smile to appear less threatening.
‘Emmett, it’s her!!” a small woman suddenly appeared at his side. She was smiling like you were the best thing she had ever seen. Your knitted brow must’ve reminded her you were out of the loop.
“My name’s Alice! You’re (Y/N), right?” She grabbed your hand and pulled you into the doorway.
“That’s me,” you nervously smiled.
“Well, I know you’re just here to meet Reneseme, but I really think you’re going to like it here!” She chirped.
And she was right. Once you had met all of the members of the Coven, you had fallen in love with their family. And three days later, when Carlise asked you if you would like to join them, you swore you cried on the inside. From there began two months of changes, mostly to your diet, laughter, and just overall peace with the Coven and within yourself.
In the first week of March, Alice had a vision. Edward, Carlise, and herself kept it very secretive; you would catch them whispering in tones so low you only caught bits and pieces.
None of what you caught raised much alarm in you, until you caught a very key phrase,” If the Volturi are coming…”
“The Volutri are coming?” you asked in alarm without thinking.
Nine pairs of eyes were immediately on you.
Edward heaved a big sigh as Carlise smiled gently at you, “Yes, (Y/N). They’re just coming to check on Renesemes growth and our Coven. As far as we know, it’s just the Upper Guard, so they won’t be much interested in anything, but her.” Little did you all know that he was so very wrong.
Two days later you found yourself standing in the backyard, where your time with the Cullen’s had begun. The guard was coming, and you weren’t very good at hiding your anxiousness from your family.
Rosalie smiled over at you and rubbed your upper back,” It’ll be fine.”
You offered her a small smile. In your almost 15 years of being a vampire you had never met any of the Volturi. Your situation wasn’t uncommon. Most vampires who follow the laws and lay low enough may never meet them, you only wished you had been so lucky.
When they broke through the clearing your eyes immediately darted around in an attempt to not look them in the eyes. You settled on staring at a small dandelion by your foot. It was nearly spring now, so the common weeds were starting to pop through what grass had decided to grow back. You made a mental note to talk to Esme about spraying around the house with weed killer later.
“She’s grown,” came a smug yet feminie voice. You spared a glance upward to look at its owner. This was Jane no doubt. She stood at the front of a small diamond formation the four of them had decided to make. To her left stood a boy who looked identical, only slightly taller, you were for sure this was Alec. His gift was to be feared more than his sisters in your eyes. The mere thought of feeling nothing, seeing nothing, and just not being able to sense anything made your immortal skin crawl.
“It was expected that she would.” Edward's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you watched as he shifted himself slightly in front of his daughter.
“It was merely an observation,” said the man to Jane’s right. This must’ve been Demetri. The greatest tracker known to your kind, able to hone in on exactly where anyone is in the world by just the tenor in the voice. He was also a casanova from what Rosalie had told you.
“You’ve added to your coven,” a deep voice that nearly floored you with how smooth and inviting it sounded observed from behind Demetri.
Panic set into your chest as Carlise turned to smile at you, and then back to the guards.
“This is (Y/N), she was looking for a place to stay and joined us about two months ago.” He explained.
“Where are you originally from, (Y/N)?” the same voice inquired. You hadn’t met his eyes or looked at him yet, but you knew who he was. The whole vampiric world knew who he was. The executioner.
“New York, a nomad changed me by accident.” You replied, looking up at him finally. You met his eyes in a bold move, and if you had still been human the wind would’ve been knocked right out of your lungs. He was gorgeous with a face you swore was sculpted by the Gods themselves. He gasped as if he had felt the same gut punch you had and the playful glint that had been in his eyes disappeared and turned into anger. You weren’t quite sure what you had done, so you stumbled a step backward to only bump into Jaspers chest. Jasper wrapped a hand around your upper arm and held you in place as your family, and the remaining guards, watched Felix turn and storm back into the woods from which he had come. You weren’t sure why, but this action from him panged your heart as if he had hurt you.
You tore your eyes from where he had disappeared into the woods to find a mix of red and yellow eyes on you. You felt the panic rise your chest again, and the familiar twangs of a panic attack set into your body. You barely felt Jasper speeding you into the house and up to your room. Shouts from outside rose into your room, forcing you to listen to the confusion and then the outcry from Jane and Alec as they realized what had just happened.
The executioner had found his mate. Felix Volutri, who was determined he’d never find his other half, had found it in you.
A breathless sob that seemed to go on for minutes wracked the Cullen household. It seemed to shake the windows, and rattle your bookshelves. Once it ended you only then realized it had come from you.
Gentle hands your shoulders, and on instinic your own hands flew up to grab their forearms.
“What just happened?” Your eyes shot up to meet Esme’s.
“You found your mate,” she half smiled in the motherly manner that made you miss your own mother so much, “The feelings that come with it are powerful as you can tell. I’m sure he’s just overwhelmed. He’ll come back.”
Esme’s words seemed logical. It felt as if your whole world had been flipped upside down. The ground from under your feet had been ripped away like a tablecloth in a bad magic show. You were now standing on the gray clouds that plagued the Washington skies, and the only person that could ever stand on them with you was Felix.
Only, he never came back to stand on the clouds with you. He left you to swelter in the storm that came slowly in the following months. And as it started to rain from your feet, you felt the burning in your heart. It only started to thunder the day you received a rather strongly worded voicemail from an Italian number. The thunder was his words. It rumbled in his voice telling you that he would rather be torn to pieces than be mated to you. A vegetarian coward, he had called you. You’re just too scared to own up to the fact you’re damned whether you kill humans or not, he had told you. And then the lightning started every time you listened to his voice. His words startled you like the thunder, but the sound of his voice electrified you from the inside out. Eventually the skies grew darker than they ever had been, and so did your eyes. What was the use of feeding if the very person made for you didn’t want you to exist.
The winds turned violent the day Bella had grabbed you to try and force you to eat. You grabbed her hands off of you and threw her away from you. The moment you had realized what you had done, you ran and didn’t stop.
You picked back up your human diet and in a violent way. You were turning reckless, and you couldn’t force yourself to care. If the Volturi wanted you dead maybe he would do it. Maybe you’d hear his voice one last time, and in your final moments feel his hands on you like you craved. Your craving for him had far out wayed your craving for blood anymore. Several times you had almost booked a flight to Italy, but then you listened to his voicemail again. He clearly didn’t want you, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t tell him how you felt.
So as you sat on top of a building looking down into Times Square, you hit redial. It rang for several seconds until you heard a click. No voicemail message blurted out at you. Someone had answered; how your dead heart hoped it was him.
“I don’t know if it’s you,” you began,” But if it is please listen to me. All I ask is for two minutes.”
No one answered, and yet no one hung up. You let out a shaky laugh.
“Why would you just leave? All you know is my name and where I’m from. You know nothing of my past, just like I know nothing of yours,” you breathed out,” But what’s done is done. I’m drowning. I left Cullen's months ago. I’m more violent now than I ever was as a newborn. I picked my human blood diet back up; I was only vegetarian because I was with them.”
You swallowed hard, and paused, hoping for a response.
When you got none you sighed again,” I’m reckless. I feel like that's the only way I’m ever going to see you again. I listen to your voicemail and the hurtful words you say to me because that's the only time I feel anything anymore. I want to do something stupid like exposed myself in hopes that you and the guard come find me and kill me. Because even though I don’t know you, I can't live without you.”
You were dry sobbing now, “If this is goodbye forever, Felix, then so be it.”
Heaving a great sigh you quoted,” I love you with so much of my heart, that there is none left to protest. Much Ado About Nothing, Shakespear, Act 5 Scene 1,” and pressed end.
You fell back onto the roof and studied the night stars. You laid there until early in the morning when the peaks of the sunrise came from above the buildings. Gathering yourself from the rooftop you made a short walk in the alleyways to your apartment. Jiggling the keys in the door you swung it open to only stop and stare.
There he stood. Felix. His chocolate hair was shaggier now, it suited him better as it framed his face. The black sweater he wore was form fitting showing almost every single detail in his arm muscles. The Volturi crest hung from his neck and landed in the middle of his chest. You raised your eyes to meet his pained ones.
Pulling the keys from the door you shut it behind you, and placed your keys on the kitchen counter beside the door. Then did you notice his suit jacket draped over your kitchen chair, and a black phone sitting, abandoned, on the counter.
You tore your eyes away from the phone back to him, “You’ve been here all night.”
He nodded, and reached out a hand to you. You slipped yours into it; it felt right, you were sure nothing would feel more right. Until he pulled you into his arms. Your hands were placed firmly on him; one on a firm mass of muscle on his shoulder and the other firmly squeezing his hand. You were sure that if you let go he would disappear again, only this time forever.
The only thing keeping you from thinking that this wasn't a hallucination or death, was the way his arm firmly grasped your waist and pulled your chest into him. You stared into each other’s eyes and swayed to the invisible music that flowed in your heads.
He looked regretful, “I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you?”
You smiled softly,” We have only forever to make up for this time lost.”
He looked thankful as you leaned your head into his chest. You felt his cool lips lightly brush your forehead, as you continued to sway. The morning sun was now beating into the windows, and on to both of your skin. The room filled with rainbow specs, as he twirled you once, only to pull you back in. You stilled with both hands now on his chest. He covered your hands with his own and squeezed.
A dazzling smile was flashed at you as he quoted from the same Shakespearean play you had only hours earlier, “And, I pray thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts did thou first fall in love with me?”
-Admin Magda
(I honestly love Felix, and would die for this tall boi! As always thank you for reading, and request are open! Comments and feedback are always welcome!)
You had almost forgotten what your childhood bedroom looked like. Until you moved back home from college for the summer. You so badly wanted to see Seth seeing as it had almost been a month since you came home and visited the reservation. You weren’t about to let him see the purple and pink walls that you had chosen when you were seven. So you chose to text him you’d see him tomorrow claiming you were too tired for him to come over tonight. Instead you went to the hardware store in town.
Picking out a color had been harder than you thought. It couldn’t be too light or it wouldn’t cover the walls, and it couldn’t be too dark in fear of it making the whole room seem smaller. You had finally settled with a medium gray color when someone tapped your shoulder. You jumped slightly in shock and spun around only to find Quil.
“What’re you doing here kiddo?” he chuckled.
“Nice to see you too,” you rolled your eyes,” I’m getting paint to redo my room.”
“Without your little love sick puppy?” he teased, making kissy faces at you.
“Don’t you have some babysitting to do Quil?” you quipped back.
“Touche, touche, (Y/N),” he put his hands up in defense.
You gathered your paint and supplies, “I’ll see you later!”
He excitedly waved bye as you left the store and ducked into your car. Little did you know that Quil had already texted you boyfriend about your encounter. Pulling in your driveway you found none other than your love sick puppy sitting on the steps of your porch. Opening your car door, you stepped out as he raced to gather you in a hug.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he mumbled into your shoulder.
“I missed you too,” you squeezed his neck tighter as you two stood in a moment of loving bliss.
He pulled back and kissed your forehead,” I thought you were too tired, huh?” his grin told you he was goofing around with you and not in the least bit angry. He was rarely ever upset, which made you fall even harder for him.
“Well, I thought my room could use a fresh coat of paint to make it more bearable. It hasn’t been painted since I was seven after all, wanna help me?” you smiled back at the love of your life.
“Of course! I’d love to see what seven year you had in mind when you painted your room,” he winked at you.
You immediately felt the blood rise to your cheeks. Seth gathered the paint from the back of your car, and you two made your way through your house to the doorway of your bedroom.
“Don’t laugh, okay?” you pleaded.
You swung the door open as the wolf busted out into laughter at your pale purple and pink walls, covered in Justin Bieber, and Hannah Montana posters.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out in between laughs,”it’s just so cute! Are you sure you don’t want to keep it this way?”
“Positive,” you strode past him and set the paint in the middle of hardwood floors. Your dad had moved the dresser and bed out before you had arrived home, so Seth’s giggles bounced off the bare rooms walls.
“Then we better start painting,” He smiled as he reached to take down the posters.
You two spent the rest of the day painting and redecorating your room. It was filled with laughter as you had snuck up behind him and dragged a paint brush across his cheek. He had turned to give you the biggest smile as he chased you down to rub his paint soaked face on yours. One thing was for sure after that day, you were so excited to buy and renovate a house with him in the future. You were more than ready for your future with your best friend, and soulmate.
-Admin Magda
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Warm arms wrapped around your waist as you stared at the line where the ocean met the horizon. Your mind was off in what seemed like another world as you thought about what your sister was going through. Bella didn’t come home when she was supposed to from her honeymoon with Edward which raised suspicion in Charlie. Charlie took himself to worrying in the living room of Billy Black, and from there the worry had made its way to the pack. Sam knew that Bella would most likely come back from her vacation with Edward not human, but nothing could’ve prepared for the information Jake brought after visiting Bella. The news of your sister carrying a baby that might not be all that human and dangerous threw Sam into the situation of having to make a hard and quick decision. In your experience those hard decisions that had to be made that quick were often not the best course of action.
You had argued immediately with him, begging him to reconsider. He had refused wholeheartedly. And when you had tried to leave the comfortable home Emily had created to go see your sister, he snapped. He yelled at you about how this was a mess your sister had gotten herself into, and how it wasn’t his choice to seek her, and her baby’s, death. He truly believed what he was doing was best for the pack, and best for the people he was born to protect. Your now tear welled eyes met your Embry’s, the man you had loved since you first met him in Jake’s garage. Your eyes silently begged him to do something, say anything, and when he gave you nothing but an apologetic look, you had left.
It was scary that you didn’t remember the drive to the beach, but there you sat. Embry’s arms around you was comforting, but you were still hurting, he could tell.
He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “I’m so sorry,” he whispered to you. Those three words were what broke you into tears. Ugly sobs wretched themselves from your throat as your hands reached to clench on to his arms.
“It’s just a baby,” you managed to get out through sobs. His arms gathered you tightened, and he pressed his face into your neck. You felt the tears that escaped his eyes. You wished he wouldn’t have to do this. He wished he wouldn’t have to do this. You re-positioned yourself to be sitting in his lap; your arms found themselves in their familiar position around his torso. He rubbed your back as both of you now let out silent tears. Your mind whirled in thought. You couldn’t imagine how Bella felt, being virtually alone, and with a baby who might not be even human, growing inside of you. Being pregnant is scary enough alone, but with the added idea of it being a bloodthirsty monster it seemed terrifying. You knew people that you love were going to die in this dispute of morals and the unknown.
You pulled Embry tighter, “Please don’t go,” you whispered into his shoulder.
“Never,” he choked, squeezing you slightly. Whatever was to come upheld your uncertainty, but you knew he meant it.
-Admin Magda
(Side note: Embry is my favorite, and this has been swirling around in my brain for awhile now. I hope you guys enjoy!! Please message me any feedback or request!!)
Getting to know Alec had been amazing. You learned he loved reading mystery crime novels, especially ones that talked about the supernatural. He loved knowing that humans, even in their clueless-ness, still knew that something mystical was out there in the unknown. He loved trials because he enjoyed justice. His view of what was punishable in the vampire world was different than yours. You had enjoyed hearing his thoughts, and Jane’s as she had chimed in several times. You knew these thoughts were molded by their creator, as your thoughts were molded by yours.
Alec had gone as far as telling you about his short life as a human, something not even you had ventured into. He spoke about how his mother was a soft spoken woman who loved to sing hymns under her breath as she provided for him and Jane. He rambled one day about how much she enjoyed the wildflowers that grew in the field he and Jane would play in. He confided that Jane loved picking them for their mother. His eyes grew distant as he remembered what townsfolk in his village had done to his poor mother. You could see his obvious distress and it made your unbeating heart heavy for the immortal that sat in front of you. It hurt for the pain he suffered as just a young boy; while you were never the most popular, you were never an outcast quite like he was.
After one of your movie nights that Felix forced you to participate in where he had chosen to watch the first three Harry Potter’s, Alec had gently guided you back to the library. The piano where you had truly made your first connection with your soulmate sat untouched from your last visit.
“I’ve realized today that I’ve told you almost everything about my family,” His red eyes bore back into yours. Your eyes were different now that you had come to acclimate to Volturi's diet. He had made sure to tell you each day, in detail, how every inch of you was beautiful. It was truly touching.
“What would you like to know?” Your concerned tone almost told Alec everything he needed to know.
“Whatever you’d like to tell me,” He didn't break his gaze from yours telling you that it was alright to leave some messy parts out, for now.
You thought back to the earliest memory you had. It was your seventh birthday, and like most little girls, you were Disney Princess obsessed. The party was small, both sets of grandparents, your sister, and your parents. Your mom had made an immaculate Cinderella castle cake, and as your little seven year old eyes looked around the room you knew you were loved. Things changed as your sister moved out when you were 13; the two of you became accidental strangers and never spoke. You were scared to even hug her when she visited, which were few days and far in between. You realized why she left as soon as you could when you were sixteen. Your whole family struggled with mental illness, and not one of you knew how to cope. So, you had turned to books, you let the pages of authors like Steinbeck, and more modern authors like Sparks take you away and forget about the real world for a while. In school, you found friends who were loyal, and cared for you. You were lucky to have them. They had convinced you to go to prom your junior year. It was fun, you recalled, you had danced the night away and sang your heart out. You remember it being the most beautiful you had felt in your human life. It was the one day you were truly satisfied with how your hair, makeup, and choice of outfit turned out.
If there was one thing you had regretted most about prom, it was staying at your friends house that night. You left in a rush the next morning in your less than reliable car. You were late for work, and your work clothes were at home. In your rush down the secluded part of your trek home, you had the unfortunate encounter with a rather large buck you were sure your father would have loved to have seen during hunting season. Sadly, your father would never see the buck, or you again. In return for taking his life, the buck seemed to have done his best to take yours. That's how Alice and Jasper had found you, in your vehicle whispering for help while in your head you were sure you were screaming. They decided then to trade your life for an immortal one and open their home to you. And the rest seemed to be the fate toying with you immortal life strings as you figured out who you would be forever and if that would ever change.
Your eyes grew distant as he had when speaking about his devoted mother, “Do you ever wish something different would have happened that day?” He inquired.
“No,” You started meeting his gaze. You knew this was where you were meant to be.
“Do you?” You pondered. You were unsure that anyone had ever asked him this question as his immortality and gifts became him so well. The magical world often forgot that Jane and Alec were once human as well.
“No,” came his simple but powerful response. You could see in his eyes that he had long forgotten how it felt to be the very humans you two preyed upon, but then again, so had you.
-Admin Magda
(Once again, I AM SO sorry for my like 3 year absence from Tumblr!! I am back and taking Twilight and Harry Potter imagine request! Please feel free to message me with any thoughts, requests or questions! I do love hearing from everyone!!)
Hi! So it’s crazy to think my last post on here was over 3 years ago... I am truly sorry for my crazy long leave of absence, and I would love to get writing again!
For now I can take request for Harry Potter and Twilight, and if you happen to see this and happened to have requested a ship those long years ago, please message me!!
Once again, I’m really sorry I’ve been gone so long!
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Hey! i saw you do ships now so here Iam, can i have one for Marvel please? I'm a french / bi girl, I have red hair, blue-grey eyes, pale skin and i'm 5'1. I'm a bit of a loner, a little antisocial, quiet, I can be really creepy. I think too much sometimes & I'm also a little insecure, I can be possessive and sometimes rude. I have a hard time showing my emotions or if I care for someone, so people tends to think i'm heartless. I like reading, drawing and listening to music. Thanks.
I ship you with Steve! Steve would love your red hair and enjoy playing with it. Steve would try to bring out the more social side in you, but at the same time completely understand when you're antisocial. Steve is the guy to treat his girl like a princess so there for whenever you're insecure Steve is there to remind you that you're a beautiful person. However I do feel like Steve would have trouble with the fact that you have a hard time showing emotion; this would be something you two would have to work through in your relationship. Cap would love the fact you love reading and drawing; he would want to discuss every book he read with you and spending hours discussing art. He would enjoy your love for music as well and want to listen to everything you do and want to show you his favorites as well. (Hope you like it!) -Admin Magda
“I’m getting real sick and tired of your sass” It was on a rare occasion that Alec was the cause of your annoyance; today however he had really gotten underneath your skin. Your fist was clenched so tight that you could’ve sworn your bones were going to pop out through your skin. Alec had apparently decided to leave his filter in his room and was gushing out horrible word vomit.
“Remind me again why we’re friends,” you snapped, glaring at him.
“Because if we weren’t friends you wouldn’t have any friends,” he snarked back. Your face set into a permanent scowl as Alec rambled on about some 18th century shit you could care less about.
“I really don’t care, Alec!” You practically screamed at him.
“You know, (Y/N),” he cleared his throat, “what was it you said to Chelsea the other day, oh yes, ‘I’m getting real sick and tired of your sass’” he put on his best impression of you. You jaw fell open and then quickly shut in rage as you made a loud noise of frustration at him. Smacking your hands down on your thighs you strode away from him in a fluster of flurry making a mental note to slap him later.
-Admin Magda (Hey guys! I’m going to try to upload a full one shot hopefully by Saturday! If you have any request or ideas or feedback please feel free to message us!)
Part 2 of “Why don’t you come in. We can talk” “You seem to be full of surprises” Time had passed since your first conversation with Alec. You had returned to Voltaire with them, and come to love Italy with all of your unbeating heart. You had grown to know each of the guard more and more with each passing day, and had came to know them as family in a sense. Felix was the older cousin who pulled your hair during family reunions; while Demitri was the younger cousin that liked to kick your shins any chance he got. Chelsea and Afton were the aunt and uncle that you could gossip with about basically anything. Surprisingly, Jane had grown rather found of you, the two of you had a mutual respect for each other now and knew that when either of you needed each other, the other person would be there. It wasn’t your typical friendship, but it was friendship none the less. The three kings became like grandfathers, whatever you asked, it was yours. They carried so much wisdom and knowledge with them that it absolutely blew your mind. You grew incredibly close with Caius to everyone’s surprise. You understood how angry he felt about being the least special of his coven, however you fully believed that his anger was a power in itself. Alec, to your dismay, was a little tricker than the rest. You two had developed the same respect you had for Jane; you also had progressed as far as holding hands once during a movie night where Felix picked IT to watch. You hated clowns and by natural instinct grabbed his hand; he interlaced his fingers with yours and neither of you let go. Alec had shown small affection that had definitely left you wanting more. The occasional peach rose left in your room, the beautiful dresses that randomly appeared in your closet, and your favorite of all, a small garnet pendant on a delicate chain of gold that had been left on your dresser. All of these were beautiful and appreciated, however you longed to know Alec. This lead to your conversation with Chelsea at a small park on a rather gray day. “Have you talked to him?” She had offered. “I barely see him,” you broke your gaze from the fountain you were sitting near. The area was beautiful, full of delicate flowers and twisted, green vines. “Do you try to see him?” She turned to face you propping her arm on the back of the wood bench. Your face soured, you always believed that if someone wanted to be in your life that they would make an effort. Maybe Alec had the same philosophy. “Uh huh,” Chelsea smiled up at you, “I knew I was right, go talk to him.” So you did, you tried, but your mate was proving to be very difficult. Any conversation topic you brought up was either met with a short answer or a confused stare. You tried to think of more things that would be great starters for the two of you; you even asked Jane at one point. You read countless classics, listened to operas, and even at one point you started dressing more formal than you usually did in your jeans and tee. Nothing seemed to grab his attention for more than a couple of minutes and if you would have been human your hair would’ve been falling out from the stress of it all. The stress was beginning to be too much for even your immortal body, making you more irritable and mentally drained than ever. This was noticed by Afton and was quickly mentioned to Chelsea. They found you that day curled in the corner of your room dry sobbing, your chest was rising and falling unnecessarily and fast. Afton had wrapped his arms around you in an attempted to calm you down; his attempt left you with a crazy look in your eye and a broken dresser. The pair had fled the room and didn’t return until hours later when your dry sobbing had ended. You had apologized to both for your behavior and you were met with nothing but lunderstanding. This morning you were itching for something to get your mind off Alec, and had asked Jane of all people to give you a tour of the castles library. It was breath taking, the dark cherry shelves held book older than than just about everyone except Aro himself, the room was spacious, but the most beautiful thing in the entire room was the stunning grand piano. It sat in a lowered part of the center of room and as you walked down the hardwood stairs your heels clapped as if anticipation. You stood in front of the stool and gingerly touched the white keys as if they may snap. “You can play if you would like,” a strong voice sounded from behind you. Your form snapped around to find just the person you’d been avoiding. You stared at him like a deer in headlights. He smirked knowing he had caught you off guard. “Chelsea may have mentioned something to me about how you use to love to play with Edward,” he offered a small smile, “I’d like to hear you play.” You turned and slowly took a seat in front of the beautiful master piece. Your fingers easily slid out the notes to Für Elise, something simple, but you knew it well. You felt your self slowly getting lost in what you were playing; this was the most relaxed you had been in months. When you had finished a smooth had trailed across your shoulder; you jumped at his touch and then again when he sat down next to you. “That was beautiful to watch,” he studied your face as you continued to to stare ahead. You broke your gaze to study his face and drink in the longest you had ever gotten to stare at him, “thank you.” Your voice was small and barely filled the room but you knew he had heard you. “I’m afraid I owe you an apology; Jane pointed out to me that I have been ignoring your attempts to get to know me. In fact she mentioned how she knew you better than I did and she was the one who first hated you. I feel as if I know you better than you know me since every time you try to talk to me you share a glimpse of yourself. I’d like to know all of you; if you would give me the chance,” the sincerity in his eyes shook you to your core. He had been so distant, but he had been listening. You had shared with him your favorite books, music, stories, you basically had told him everything you thought he would want to know in an attempt to make conversation with him. Maybe he had been drinking you in as much as you had tried to drink him in. “You seem to be full of surprises, Alec Volturi,” you softly smiled at how vulnerable he looked in this very moment,“I love for you to know all of me, if you’re willing to share all of you with me.” “Consider it a done deal,” he softly smiled again. -Admin Magda (Once again this is way over due and I’m very sorry for that! I definitely can see this going at least to part 3 but I want to know what you all think??? Feed back is always welcome and request are open!!! Much love 💕)
Your time in Rome had been nothing but stressful; rouge vampires decided just to make your immortal life miserable and draw you away from home for more than two months. You missed Voltaire and you longed for your mate, Aro. Most questioned your relationship with the king simply because you were complete opposite of him. You showed compassion where he did not and most of your sanity was still in tact. When you arrived back in Italy you were greeted by the twins who both spared a small grin at you. You hadn’t been with Aro when he took interest in the pair, but you knew their story very well and treated them with the respect they both deserved. You had came to Aro in the early 1800’s, when you all about died from a fever. He had found you however and made you his forever. You craved for your mate, it had felt like a century since you’d been away from him. When you finally pushed open the castle doors and made your way down the hall your unbeating heart all about soared. You quickened your step and threw the throne room doors open to find all three kings engrossed in a book. Aro’s head snapped your direction and a beautiful smile came across his face.
“il mio amore! You have returned to me!” He exclaimed appearing infront of you in a second.
“Like always,” you beamed up at him as he cupped your face and drank in your soft features.
“Come tell me about Rome, my queen,” he lead you by the hand to his throne. He perched you on his lap,“ I feel as if we have much to discuss.”
-admin Magda (SO ITS BEEN FOREVER BUT WERE BACK! I am so so so very sorry to all of you; we both got so busy with school, work and various other things we just didn’t have time to write! I hope you all enjoyed this small Drabble that I will expand on as I get time! Please feel free to give feedback or give request! Love you all so much!)
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Choose one to slap, one to lick, and one to fondle: Ragnar, Athelstan, Lagertha
I chose to slap Athelstan: To me Athelstan was strange. Someone of a different world who held too much knowledge, I suppose that’s why Ragnar liked him so well. The room was very silent as your shoes clacked coming towards him. I raised my hand and delivered a quick smack to his forehead making the room full with laughter and even Athelstan cracked a smile.
I chose to lick Lagertha: The room fell silent once again as I approached the woman I considered my closet friend. I hiked my legs over hers and sat on her knees. She kept her eyes shut but she cracked a shit eating grin. She knew you all too well. “Well, (Y/N), get on with it,” Lagertha egged you on. You clasped her jaw in your hand and brought her nose to your mouth in a light peck. I quickly flattened my tongue and swept it up to her forehead making the hall roar with laughter. Both of you giggled like little girls and as you stood.
I chose to fondle Ragnar: my confidence pretty much flew away when I realized I now had to fondle the king. I stood in front of him; the hall was hot with tension and I’m pretty sure I was sweating. “Don’t be nervous, Y/N, I don’t bite. Too hard,” his lips twitched into a smile as I straddled his hips. Regaining a bit of confidence I pushed my hips down on his only to find his erection was already growing. I let my hands wander around his neck to play with his hair and lightly scratch his back. The room was dead silent as if everyone was holding their breaths. Your hands grazed over his shoulders and down his chest to the edge of his trousers. I loosened the ties and reached to pump his member a few times before I decided this was too far. Retying his trousers I leaned in to press a kiss to the side of his neck and move my lips to his ear. “If you ever decide you’ve had enough with Aslaug I’ll be waiting,” my voice sounded much more smug than I had expected and the look on Ragnars face had made my daring move all the much sweeter.
-Admin Magda (Sadly we won’t have Ophelia’s input tonight, she just got back from vacation and is super busy so hopefully we’ll hear from her tomorrow! Feedback is always welcome and Request are open! I hope everyone enjoyed!)
