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Forever,even with the grass - Alec volturi x fem!reader
The idea of a picnic had started as a joke.
“Humans do this for fun?” Alec Volturi had asked, watching you unpack sandwiches in the kitchen.
“Yes.”
“You voluntarily eat outside?”
You laughed. “Yes.”
“In the grass?”
“Yes, Alec.”
He looked mildly offended.
“That seems inconvenient.”
Which, naturally, meant you were absolutely making him do it.
⸻
The Volturi gardens were one of your favorite places in the castle.
Hidden away behind ancient stone walls, the gardens were peaceful and beautiful. Flowers bloomed in neat rows, fountains trickled softly, and ivy climbed the marble statues scattered among the pathways.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees, bathing everything in golden warmth.
And in the middle of it all sat a thoroughly unconvinced Alec.
He stared suspiciously at the blanket spread beneath him.
“You know there are chairs inside.”
“Yes.”
“And tables.”
“Yes.”
“And a roof.”
You smiled sweetly. “But there are no flowers inside.”
Alec glanced around.
“…There are flowers in vases.”
You burst out laughing.
“You’re impossible.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Despite all his complaints, Alec had not moved an inch from your side.
Not that you expected him to.
He sat beside you on the blanket, one arm wrapped loosely around your waist while you ate. He himself, of course, had no interest in the food.
Though he watched you with quiet fondness while you happily munched on strawberries.
“You know,” you said thoughtfully, “you make a very handsome picnic companion.”
“Do I?”
“Mhm.”
“Even though I contribute nothing.”
“You contribute emotional support.”
His eyebrow rose.
“Emotional support?”
“And aesthetic value.”
Alec laughed softly.
“You flatter me.”
“No, I spoil you.”
“That too.”
His smile was small.
Rare.
Beautiful.
The kind that was reserved only for you.
⸻
“Honestly, I think you’re enjoying this,” you teased.
“I assure you, I am not.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t like the sunshine?”
“It doesn’t affect me.”
“The flowers?”
“They smell pleasant.”
“The birds?”
“They’re loud.”
“The cuddles?”
Alec paused.
His eyes flicked down to where your head rested on his shoulder.
Then to his hand, which absentmindedly stroked your hair.
Then back to you.
“…I tolerate those.”
You grinned.
“Liar.”
“Perhaps.”
⸻
You spent nearly an hour talking about nothing.
Books.
Music.
Stories from your childhood.
And stories from his.
Though Alec rarely spoke about himself, moments like these made him softer.
More open.
He told you about growing up with Jane centuries ago.
How they used to race through villages.
How she had once stolen a loaf of bread and blamed him for it.
“How rude,” you gasped.
“I know.”
“And was she punished?”
“No.”
“Because she’s adorable?”
“Because she threatened the baker.”
You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your drink.
Alec smiled at the sound.
He always smiled when you laughed.
⸻
Eventually, you laid down on the blanket and stared up at the clouds.
Alec watched you curiously.
“What are you doing?”
“Cloud watching.”
Silence.
“Why?”
“Because it’s relaxing.”
He glanced up.
Then back down.
“I see nothing.”
“That one looks like a rabbit.”
“It looks like a cloud.”
“And that one looks like a ship.”
“It also looks like a cloud.”
“You have no imagination.”
“No, I have eyesight.”
You giggled.
He smiled again.
There was no winning against you.
Not that he minded.
⸻
“You know,” you murmured softly, “I think this is my favorite day.”
His expression softened immediately.
“Why?”
“Because it’s quiet.”
You intertwined your fingers with his.
“Because you’re here.”
Alec looked down at your joined hands.
Something warm and infinitely tender appeared in his crimson eyes.
“You make very simple things seem extraordinary.”
“I think you have that backwards.”
“No.”
His thumb brushed lovingly over your knuckles.
“Before you, I had existed for centuries.”
His voice was quiet.
“And I never once sat in a garden arguing with clouds.”
You smiled.
“Life-changing experience?”
“Apparently.”
“Would you do it again?”
Alec pretended to think.
“Hm.”
“Alec.”
“Yes.”
“Would you?”
He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“As many times as you wish.”
Your smile widened.
“Even with the grass?”
He sighed dramatically.
“Yes.”
“And the bugs?”
“Yes.”
“And the birds?”
“Yes.”
“And sandwiches?”
He narrowed his eyes.
“Let’s not become unreasonable.”
You burst into laughter.
And Alec—who was feared by entire covens, who stood beside kings and inspired terror with a single glance—simply held you closer and smiled.
Because the truth was…
He didn’t care about the picnic.
Or the flowers.
Or the clouds.
Or the grass.
He cared about you.
And if lying on a blanket in the gardens while you pointed out rabbit-shaped clouds made you happy…
Then, to Alec Volturi, it was a perfect afternoon.
⸻
Unfortunately for the two of you, neither of you noticed the figures watching from one of the palace windows.
Aro clasped his hands together with delight.
“Oh, look at them!”
Marcus glanced outside.
“They have been staring at clouds for forty-three minutes.”
“Romance!” Aro declared.
Caius looked appalled.
“They are lying on the ground.”
“Yes.”
“Voluntarily.”
“Yes.”
“In daylight.”
“Yes.”
Caius shook his head.
“Madness.”
But Marcus—just for a moment—allowed the smallest, faintest smile.
And Aro positively beamed.
Because for perhaps the first time in centuries…
Alec looked utterly, undeniably happy.
And for all their strange ways…
Even the kings thought he deserved that.
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So human, so fragile - Alec volturi x fem!reader
Being with Alec Volturi meant learning that his calmness was deceptive.
To everyone else, Alec was composed. Detached. Almost impossible to read.
But you had learned that beneath that quiet exterior was someone capable of loving with terrifying intensity.
Which meant one unfortunate truth.
When you got hurt—
Alec absolutely panicked.
Not outwardly.
Not screaming or pacing.
But in the way Alec did everything.
Silently.
Terrifyingly.
⸻
It happened so quickly.
You had been walking through one of Volterra’s older streets while visiting the market. The rain had made the stone slick, and before you realized what was happening, your foot slipped.
You fell hard.
Pain exploded through your ankle.
And then—
Crack.
You cried out.
Almost immediately, a blur of black appeared beside you.
“Y/N.”
Alec.
His voice was so soft, but you recognized the edge underneath it instantly.
Fear.
Real fear.
“Alec,” you gasped, tears springing to your eyes. “I think—I think I broke it.”
He was kneeling beside you before you finished speaking.
His crimson eyes darted over you frantically.
“Where?”
“My ankle.”
His hands hovered over you.
Hovering.
Not touching.
As though he was afraid he’d somehow hurt you more.
“You fell?”
You nodded.
“It slipped.”
“You hit your head?”
“No.”
“Your ribs?”
“No.”
“Your wrists?”
“No.”
“You’re certain?”
“Alec—”
“Are you certain?”
His voice had gone dangerously quiet.
Not angry.
Terrified.
You reached out and touched his hand.
“I’m okay.”
No.
Not okay.
Injured.
Human.
Fragile.
Mortal.
Things Alec hated.
His eyes closed briefly.
Then, without another word, he carefully lifted you into his arms.
“Alec, I can walk—”
“No.”
“Really—”
“No.”
His answer left no room for argument.
⸻
By the time you returned to the castle, half the Volturi had somehow heard.
Which meant the throne room had become unusually crowded.
Aro stood immediately.
“Oh dear!”
Marcus blinked with mild concern.
And Caius looked personally offended that gravity existed.
“How did this happen?” Caius demanded.
“She slipped,” Alec answered shortly.
“Slipped?”
“Yes.”
Caius narrowed his eyes.
“At the ground?”
“Yes, Caius,” Marcus said dryly. “That is generally where one slips.”
Jane appeared seconds later.
The moment she saw tears in your eyes, her expression changed.
“What happened?”
“She hurt her ankle,” Alec replied.
Jane’s gaze snapped to him.
And she froze.
Because Alec looked…
Panicked.
Not visibly.
Not to humans.
But Jane had known him for centuries.
She saw it immediately.
And suddenly she wasn’t making sarcastic comments anymore.
She moved beside you and squeezed your hand gently.
“It hurts?” she asked.
You nodded.
“A little.”
“Liar.”
You sniffled.
“A lot.”
Jane frowned.
And Alec?
Alec hadn’t let go of you once.
Not once.
⸻
After Carlisle confirmed it was a fracture and assured everyone you’d recover, Alec remained glued to your side.
He carried you everywhere.
Literally everywhere.
“You know I can use crutches.”
“No.”
“Alec—”
“No.”
“You carried me to the kitchen.”
“Yes.”
“I was hungry.”
“You could have called me.”
“You were right beside me.”
“And yet you attempted to stand.”
You laughed despite yourself.
“Alec, I’m not made of glass.”
His expression softened.
“I know.”
But there was sadness there.
Something deeper.
“You break,” he whispered.
The words made your heart ache.
Humans did break.
Bones.
Bodies.
Lives.
Humans ended.
And sometimes you forgot that while you worried about scraped knees and fractures—
Alec worried about losing you.
Forever.
⸻
One evening, nearly a week later, you woke to find him sitting beside your bed.
Watching.
Not in a creepy way.
Just…
Watching.
His hand rested lightly over yours.
“Alec?”
His eyes immediately lifted.
“You’re awake.”
“Have you been here all night?”
Silence.
“…Perhaps.”
“Alec.”
“You moved in your sleep.”
“So?”
“You whimpered.”
You smiled weakly.
“Sweetheart, it’s just my ankle.”
His gaze lowered.
“Today.”
You blinked.
“What?”
“It is your ankle today.”
His voice was so quiet.
“So small a thing.”
His thumb brushed over your knuckles.
“But humans…”
He swallowed.
“…humans disappear from things much smaller.”
And suddenly you understood.
This wasn’t about your injury.
Not really.
This was centuries of immortality loving something temporary.
Something fragile.
Someone he couldn’t heal with vampire strength.
Someone who would someday age while he remained the same.
Tears filled your eyes.
“Oh, Alec…”
He looked genuinely distressed.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
You reached up and cupped his face.
“No, my love.”
His eyes closed immediately, leaning into your touch.
“You scared me,” he admitted quietly.
And maybe nobody else would understand how much those words meant.
Not Aro.
Not Caius.
Not even Jane.
Because Alec Volturi—the quiet, composed, deadly guard that terrified nations—
Had been frightened.
Not because enemies attacked.
Not because wars threatened.
But because the woman he loved slipped on wet cobblestones and broke her ankle.
And honestly?
Everyone in the castle knew.
Because for the next month, if you so much as sneezed—
Alec appeared.
And if anyone dared joke about it—
Jane was the first one to glare at them.
“Leave him alone,” she snapped at Felix one day.
“He nearly had a nervous breakdown.”
Alec sighed in embarrassment.
Jane smirked.
“He counted how many times you blinked while you slept.”
“…Jane.”
“He made Carlisle explain fractures four times.”
“…Jane.”
“He threatened the stairs.”
“JANE.”
You burst out laughing.
And though Alec buried his face in your shoulder in humiliation—
You felt him smiling.
Because you were laughing.
And that meant you were okay.
And for Alec?
That was everything.
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Corin reaching reader about the ways of the volturi such as their status and a few notable vampires gifts only to discover reader can copy gifts 👀✌️
Copy cat
A/N: This reminds me of life and death which I need to read after I finish Midnight sun 👀 I hope you like it! I must admit the personality I gave her in one touch has become the standard for me 🫶🏻
Warnings: none / Words: I think 1kish
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The following hour and a half passed slowly. Aro, Marcus, and Felix awkwardly kept giving each other sixes glances while Athenadora sat tapping her foot.
“What exactly do you have him doing?”
Aro pressed his lips together. Again, he nearly made another snide comment but stopped himself before finally speaking. The amount of lewd comments Aro was coming up with blew his mind.
Caius found someone to actually put a smile on his face.
He’s got someone who actually makes him happy to keep his bed warm.
I really have to stop.
Aro decided to stop out of some respect for Marcus.
“This he’s doing on his own accord.”
Athenadora raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Marcus having enough of Aro being vague. For once Marcus didn’t look like he was trying to think of a way to put a fork in a toaster and die. In fact, he looked offended. Athenadora had gotten used to the hopeless and bored expression on Marcus’ face after Didyme died.
“Marcus, why are you looking at me like that?”
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Twilight
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You watched Caius storm out with wide eyes.
The fuck was that?
You thought before frowning. He asked you not to hurt him, and you were giving him confirmation that you weren’t like his ex. You would just tell him, at least not intentionally.
I could treat him pretty damn good.
You thought coldly before leaving the room, too. Going downstairs, you stopped seeing Heidi talking to Demetri and Aro. They looked like the perfect unprepared audience for your drama.
Aro tilted his head at the rather annoyed expression on your face. One thing Aro liked about you, like Didyme, your facial expressions were a window to your soul.
“Are you alright, dear?”
You huffed sitting down. Sitting in silence for a moment, you finally looked up to the multiple sets of eyes looking at you.
“So, I’m going to be a lesbian. Heidi want to be my girlfriend?”
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Safe Haven - James & Victoria x Reader- Twilight
Y/N was curled up on the couch with a book in her lap, eyes drifting to the door every few minutes waiting for her mates to arrive.
They left for a hunt few hours ago, claiming they would be back before noon. She wasn’t worried about them exactly, they were just feeding, but whenever she was left alone the pull felt painful in her chest.
After half an hour, the door creaked open and she closed the book incorporating herself, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Finally, took you long enough.” She complained crossing her arms over her chest.
He dropped onto the couch beside her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders pulling her in for a quick kiss. “Miss us, sweet thing?” He asked smirking.
“You know the answer.” She murmured leaning back into his chest, planting a small kiss on his cheek. “Where is Vic?” She asked looking around.
“Don’t be greedy, girl, i’m right here.” Victoria said walking though the door a moment later, she crossed the room in a blur and cupped her face gently, locking her eyes with hers.
“You are cold.” She said accusingly, looking at James. “You left the fire low again, you know how fragile our little human is.”
“It’s okay I was all cozy here guys. Don’t start arguing now that you are here.” She murmured wrapping her arms around both of them.
Victoria rolled her eyes as she leaned back into the cuddle, her hands brushing their human hair back softly as she left a kiss on her forehead. James did the same, his left arm stretching to wrap around Victoria too, holding both of his girls.
“I’m hungry, probably going to have dinner soon.” She said cleaning her throat, her stomach grumbling and her cheeks going red at the fact they could hear it perfectly.
“You know…” James murmured against her skin with a chuckle. “we could have brought you something fresh. A little snack. You sound a bit starved.”
She laughed, her hand smacking his chest. “No, thanks. I prefer having real food for dinner and not type O blood.”
Victoria lifted her head, joining the joke without missing a beat. She leaned in closer, brushing her nose along her jaw with a soft hum. “He is right though. We could share.” She teased.
James laughed, his hand squeezing her hip. “See? Even Vic agrees. We are excellent providers.”
She groaned but she couldn’t stop the laugh that scaped her. Victoria fingers poked her side gently tickling her while James pretended to bite her neck.
“Oh my god, stop.” she wheezed between laughs, shoving at Jame shoulder while leaning into Victoria. “You two are the worst.”
“You love us.” James said pressing a loud kiss to her cheek.
After a while she let their voices wash over her, eyes drifting shut as James hand rubbed slow circles on her back and Victoria kept playing with her hair, occasionally pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I love you.” she whispered before falling asleep.
James arms tightened. “Love you more, baby.“
Victoria smiled against her hair. “We love you most.”
Outside, the rain kept falling, the sound relaxing and helping her sleep as the they stayed tangled together.
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Getting along (Alec volturi x reader and Platonic Jane volturi x reader)
The first time Jane Volturi met you, she stared at you like you were something unpleasant stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
Which, admittedly, wasn’t the warmest welcome.
You stood awkwardly beside Alec Volturi in the massive throne room, painfully aware of your heartbeat echoing through the silent chamber. Every vampire in the room could hear it. Especially Jane.
Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly as she circled you once.
“A human,” she said flatly. Alec’s expression didn’t change. “Yes.”
Jane looked personally offended by this information. “You brought a human here.”
“She is my mate.” That stopped her for exactly two seconds. “And?” Jane replied.
You tried not to look intimidated. Failed a little.
Alec sighed quietly through his nose, already sounding exhausted. “Jane.”
“What?” she asked innocently, though the glint in her eyes said otherwise. “I simply don’t understand why you’re attached to something so fragile.”
You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but Alec beat you to it. “She is important to me,” he said firmly. “That should be enough.”
Jane crossed her arms, unconvinced. From then on, things were… difficult.
Not openly hostile—mostly because Alec would never allow that—but Jane clearly disliked having you around. She disappeared whenever you entered a room, gave one-word answers when you spoke to her, and occasionally stared at you like she was imagining creative ways to kill you.
Alec noticed every single thing. “She’ll come around,” he promised one evening while the two of you sat together in his room. You smiled weakly. “Your sister hates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you.”
“She threatened to throw me off a tower yesterday.” Alec considered that. “That’s actually progress.” You laughed despite yourself, and his expression softened immediately at the sound.
The truth was, you understood why Jane struggled.
You were human. Weak. Temporary. To the Volturi, humans were little more than decoration—or food. But Alec loved you anyway.
And Jane loved Alec more than anyone in the world.
Which meant she saw you as a risk. So instead of giving up, you tried harder. You started small.
When the cooks prepared meals for you, you’d ask for enough for two and bring some to Jane’s room. She usually claimed she didn’t want any.
But after the third time, you noticed the plate always came back empty. You invited her to sit with you in the library while you read. She pretended she was only there because the room was quiet.
You asked her opinion on dresses before gatherings, even though she acted annoyed every time. And slowly—very slowly—Jane stopped leaving every time you entered a room.
One afternoon, you found her sitting alone near the castle gardens, looking unusually bored.
You hesitated before approaching. “I’m going into the town nearby.”
Jane glanced at you lazily. “Why?”
“I wanted new paints.”
“You paint?”
“A little.”
Silence.
Then—
“You’re terrible at it, I assume.”
You grinned. “Probably.”
Jane looked away for a moment before standing abruptly. “I’m coming with you.”
You blinked. “Really?”
“I have nothing else to do.”
But she stayed close to you the entire trip.
That had been all Aro needed to see in Jane’s memory.
“A painting evening!” he announced dramatically. You should’ve known better.
Now the grand throne room had somehow transformed into a studio filled with canvases, brushes, and enough paint to concern everyone involved. Marcus looked like he would rather walk directly into sunlight.
“I do not understand why I’m here,” he said flatly from his throne. “Because art feeds the soul, Marcus!” Aro replied. “I no longer possess one.”
Meanwhile, Jane Volturi sat beside you looking deeply offended by the entire concept. “This is ridiculous.”
“You’ve said that six times.”
“Because it continues to be true.”
Despite her complaints, though, Jane hadn’t left. Which already felt like progress. You smiled to yourself as you mixed colors on your palette. Across the room, Alec Volturi leaned silently against one of the pillars, arms crossed as he watched everything unfold.
Mostly, he was watching you and Jane. Specifically, the fact that Jane was voluntarily sitting beside you. That alone nearly qualified as a historical event.
Then there was Caius.
Unlike everyone else, Caius had not complained once. In fact… he looked intensely focused.
You glanced over curiously—and froze.
“Oh my god.”
Jane followed your stare. Caius’s canvas was stunning.
Not decent. Not surprisingly okay.
Stunning.
The details were impossibly precise: a moonlit landscape overlooking Volterra, painted with elegant brushstrokes and rich shadows that looked almost alive.
Even Marcus looked mildly impressed.
Aro gasped theatrically. “Caius! You’ve been withholding talent from us!”
Caius barely looked up from his work. “Unlike the rest of you, I do not approach things incompetently.”
Jane stared at the painting in disbelief. “Why is it actually good?”
“Because I painted it properly.” You leaned forward, genuinely amazed. “That’s incredible.”
For the first time all evening, Caius paused.
His red eyes flicked toward you carefully, as though judging whether you were mocking him.
You weren’t.
“I mean it,” you said quickly. “The lighting is beautiful.”
A strange silence followed. Then Caius looked back at his painting with the faintest hint of satisfaction. Jane blinked. “…Did you just compliment Caius?”
“Yes?”
“You’re either very brave or deeply stupid.”
“Both can be true.” Alec covered his mouth briefly, hiding what looked suspiciously like a smile. The evening continued after that, oddly calmer than before.
At one point, Caius unexpectedly corrected your brush technique when he passed by your canvas.
“You’re using too much pressure,” he said. You looked up. “Can you show me?”
Jane nearly dropped her brush. Caius narrowed his eyes slightly, but after a moment he stepped beside you and took the brush carefully from your hand.
“Like this,” he said stiffly, demonstrating a softer stroke. “The paint blends more evenly.”
“Oh,” you said honestly. “That’s actually really helpful.” Jane looked utterly scandalized. “You’re accepting painting advice from Caius.”
“You say that like he isn’t clearly amazing at it.”
Caius looked smug immediately. Aro was having the time of his immortal life. “Look at this!” he exclaimed. “Art bringing everyone together!”
“It is not bringing everyone together,” Jane muttered. But then you turned toward her with a grin. “Can you help me pick a background color?”
Jane opened her mouth to refuse automatically—
Then paused.
“…Fine.”
Alec noticed instantly.
His expression softened in a way that made your chest ache a little. Because this—Jane sitting beside you while the two of you argued over paint colors, Caius silently offering criticism from nearby, Aro practically glowing with delight, Marcus pretending not to care while secretly observing all of it—
This was what Alec wanted.
Not peace in the political sense.
Not power.
Just his family getting along with you.
And somehow, through paint-covered hands and sarcastic commentary, it was finally happening.
Later, while Jane reluctantly helped clean paint from your fingers, Alec moved quietly beside her.
“You like her,” he murmured.
Jane scoffed immediately. “Don’t be absurd.”
Alec raised an eyebrow.
Jane looked away. “…She asked Caius for painting lessons without fear. That was moderately impressive.” Alec’s smile widened faintly.
Across the room, Caius overheard and looked unbearably pleased with himself. “Of course she was impressed,” he said coolly. “I am clearly the most talented one here.” Marcus stared at his own canvas. “You painted for six straight hours.”
“And?”
“That is the longest I’ve seen you willingly participate in anything.” Caius looked offended by the observation. You laughed so suddenly you nearly spilled paint again, and Jane—before she could stop herself—laughed too.
Alec looked between the two of you like the moment alone was enough to make the entire evening worth it. After that, things changed faster.
Jane began appearing beside you during meals. She listened when you spoke instead of ignoring you. Once, she even smirked when you made Alec roll his eyes—which felt like a massive achievement. The biggest shock came weeks later.
You were sitting in Alec’s chambers, attempting to braid Jane’s hair while she complained the entire time. “You’re pulling.”
“I’m not!”
“You are.”
“You’re dramatic.”
Jane scoffed. “I literally torture people for entertainment.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re not dramatic.” From the doorway came an unfamiliar sound.
Laughter.
You both turned. Alec stood there staring at the two of you, genuine happiness written all over his face. It softened his usually cold features so completely that your chest tightened.
Jane noticed immediately.
“Oh, don’t look at us like that,” she muttered.
“Like what?” Alec asked, though the smile tugging at his mouth gave him away.
“Like you’re emotional.”
“I am emotional.”
Jane looked horrified. You laughed quietly. “You’re making her uncomfortable.”
“I can see that.”
Alec crossed the room and leaned down beside your chair, brushing a kiss against your temple before glancing at his sister.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
Jane rolled her eyes instantly. “Disgusting.”
But there was no bite to it anymore.
Not really.
You reached over and took her hand dramatically. “Jane, I think this means we’re best friends now.”
“We are absolutely not best friends.”
Alec smiled faintly. “You braided her hair.” Jane froze. You grinned victoriously.
“…I hate both of you,” Jane muttered.
But she didn’t let go of your hand.
—————————— The end ————————————
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Gone too long (Alec volturi x Reader)
The doors to the grand hall were closed, but you could still hear the low murmur of voices beyond them.
You sat on the edge of your bed for the hundredth time that night, fingers twisting anxiously in the fabric of your sleeves. The castle had been silent for weeks without Alec. Empty. Cold in a way even immortality couldn’t ignore.
He had been gone on one of Aro’s endless missions—some dispute in the south that required the Volturi guard’s attention—and every night since he left had stretched unbearably long.
You hadn’t slept once.
Not truly.
Then, finally, hours before dawn, you heard movement in the corridors.
The familiar scent reached you first.
Alec.
Your heart lurched.
Before you could think better of it, you were already out the door.
The stone floors blurred beneath your feet as you hurried through the castle halls, following the sound of voices toward the throne room. You barely registered the guards stationed outside before the doors swung open.
Inside, the three kings sat upon their thrones. Aro leaned forward with theatrical interest, crimson eyes gleaming. Marcus looked as indifferent as ever. Caius appeared moments away from irritation.
And standing before them—
Alec.
Alec Volturi turned at the sound of the doors opening.
For a second, neither of you moved. Then every ounce of restraint snapped.
“Alec!”
You crossed the room in an instant and threw yourself at him.
He caught you automatically, arms wrapping around your waist with enough force to lift you clean off the ground. A soft breath escaped him—almost a laugh, almost disbelief—as you buried your face into his shoulder.
“You’re back,” you whispered, clinging to him like he might disappear again.
His cool hand slid gently into your hair. “I’m back.”
The tension that had wound tight inside you for weeks unraveled all at once. You didn’t care that the kings were watching. Didn’t care that half the guard stood around the room.
You had missed him too much to care. “You were gone forever,” you muttered against his collar. “It was three weeks.” “That is forever.”
A faint smile tugged at Alec’s lips—small and rare and meant only for you.
“I would have returned sooner if I could.”
You pulled back just enough to look at him properly. His silver eyes softened under your gaze, exhaustion lingering beneath them despite his calm composure.
“You should’ve told me you were home,” you said accusingly. Alec tilted his head slightly. “I arrived less than five minutes ago.”
“That’s still too long.” Behind him, Aro let out a delighted laugh. “Oh, how lovely,” Aro said, clasping his hands together. “Such devotion.”
Caius looked thoroughly unimpressed. “You interrupted official business,” Caius snapped. You didn’t even glance at him. “I don’t care.”
Alec actually laughed then—a quiet, genuine sound that made your chest ache. Marcus’s eyes flicked between the two of you with mild interest. “The bond is… considerably calmer now that he’s returned.”
“Of course it is,” Aro mused dramatically. “She looked ready to tear the castle apart.” “I was not,” you argued weakly. Alec raised an eyebrow.
You avoided his gaze.
“…Maybe a little.”
His thumb brushed lightly across your cheek, impossibly tender for someone so feared by the world. “I missed you too,” he murmured softly. The words hit harder than they should have.
Your expression immediately melted, and you tucked yourself back against him without hesitation. Alec held you closer instantly, chin resting briefly atop your head as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
Aro sighed dreamily. “Ah, young love.”
Caius looked ready to banish both of you from the throne room.
“You may continue this elsewhere,” he said coldly.
But Alec made no move to put you down.
For once, he seemed perfectly content ignoring the kings entirely.
And honestly?
So were you.
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Another shift. Another day, you think, walking to the automatic doors of the hospital.
It’s bright, morning sunshine drifting through the massive windows. You move, your shoes tapping softly on the tile below.
Your feet guide you as muscle memory kick in. Starting your rounds, you stop at a familiar door.
Room 203.
Johnny Mctavish.
A Scottish man who’s been shot in the head.
And miraculously survived.
Johnny’s speech is slurred and sometimes hard to understand but you’re around enough you begin to get what he means.
Especially since he’s so insistent on flirting with you.
You walk inside room 203 with a warm smile, met with blue eyes and a loopy grin right back at you.
You’re a nurse.
Young, and kind.
Too sympathetic.
“Good morning Johnny, how you feelin’?”
You ask causally, drifting over to his side.
“G’morn.. feelin’ like… I died n’ went to heaven.. got n’ angel in fron’a meh.”
He smiles all big and toothy.
You warm and chuckle.
“Morphine got you feelin’ good huh, Johnny?”
“Yeh.. angel,”
You move closer, checking his IV.
“Good. I’ll be back with breakfast.”
Johnny leaned back in his bed, watching your hips shake as you walk, completely shameless.
…
Price wasn’t at the hospital for any good reason.
His comrade had been shot in the head.
And he wasn’t taking it well.
Carrying something heavy on his shoulders.
The steady beeping of soaps heart monitor was the only thing cutting the silence in the room.
Then.
The door opens.
..
By the time you come back, the room has changed.
You come in with a smile, assessing the room.
Tray of food in your hand that you carried as you marched down the white halls.
Johnny’s gone quiet.
Asleep.
Theres two extra people in the room, faces you’ve never seen before. Your eyes bounce to each man, clearly military despite not a spec of camouflage being in sight.
Sitting in the corner, a big man wearing a black surgical mask, dirty blonde hair, dark eyes lost in thought.
The other standing by Johnny’s bed, turns to face you.
He’s got rainy blue eyes, hairy cheeks and mustache. Wearing a fishing hat that catches your eye as misplaced.
“My name is y/n. I’ll be taking care of your friend here.”
You place the tray of food down at his bedside table.
Your hand reaches over Johnny—
The man in the skull mask stiffens, you catch it out of the corner of your eye.
“I’m not going to hurt him,” you assure with a smile.
“Just making sure his IV his clear.”
The masked man nods stiffly.
His eyes, just dark beads, watching your every move intently.
Your hands are steady as they return back to your pockets.
You smile at the men.
“Please let me know if I can do anything for any of you.”
You nod, sweet and simple.
Then leave.
…
Simons eyes never leave Johnny.
Price sighs..
“M’ gonna get a coffee.”
Unable to stay with the reminder of his mistakes.
His eyes hesitating before they land on Simon.
“Can I get you somethin’?”
He gets no response.
Taking a sharp breath he turns and shuts the door behind him with a soft click.
His legs carry him to the cafeteria but his mind is elsewhere entirely.
Going over the mission, the mistakes, what he should have done, where he should have been.
His thoughts spiral and melt into one big knot of anxiety.
Then-
Something calls his attention.
Lilac purple.
He sees you.
Smiling big, your expression light as you talk with another nurse.
He hears Johnnys name come from your lips, and stops in his tracks.
“Johnny.. the patient in room 203– his friends are really concerned I believe.. scary lot they are.”
You chuckle, but your expression falls quickly, more of a nervous tick than anything humorous.
“I wish I could give them a proper update… it’s just, their not proper family— I’m not allowed to say much.”
The nurse you chat with, shrugs looking unaffected by your sentiment.
“Well they can be scary somewhere else.”
She replies flatly.
Your face twists.
“Are you joking? They’re not causing a problem—“
“They could go home.”
She reminds with an eye roll, trying to look back at the clipboard in her hands.
You bite your tongue, but the words come out anyway.
Low.
Not wanting anyone to hear, but also not ashamed of it.
“No. If that was my friends- or family in there, you’d have to drag me out too.”
You say with such certainty, your coworker almost laughs.
Price stands watching from afar.
Like a statue hidden in shadows.
“And…they’re not your friends.”
Your coworker remind with mocking sweetness.
Price finally moves, taking a step closer.
He’s not in his uniform but still his presence demands attention.
Your coworker quickly busies herself, walking away muttering of better things to do.
You draw a polite smile to your face. The man is handsome, gruff features but eyes that seem more than just tired.
Worn.
Exhausted.
“I’m with—“
“Johnny. Room 203, right. I saw you.”
You nervously cut in. Your jaw clenching as you continue.
“How can I help you?”
The man is quiet for a moment. Shifting on his feet.
He breathes out.
“You’re the nurse assigned..”
“Yes sir,” you nod.
Your eyes scan over his form, his gaze down cast, shoulders tight.
You continue softer, already sure of what he wants to know.
“He doesn’t remember much, but… he’s strong willed. Talks to me daily. Always gets a flirt in.”
That makes the man chuckle.
It’s soft, and broken.
He shakes his head.
“That’s Johnny for ya..”
It’s quiet for a second.
You smile softly.
“You look tired… maybe I can offer you a coffee?”
His gaze find yours..
Scanning over you like you could be some threat.
He nods slowly, turning to follow your lead.
You join him with ease.
Leading to the cafeteria.
You buy two coffees, both black.
He takes it with a nod.
“Thank you...”
You smile back at him, nodding to the halls littered with doctors and nurses.
“Let’s walk.” You suggest.
He follows without word.
…
You two walk down the halls, the man quiet beside you, until.
“My name is Price.”
You look over, your lips parting.
You recognize the name.
“Captain John Price?”
That makes his steps falter.
He clears his throat.
“Soap talks bout me?”
He returns the question, his voice dropping.
“Johnny? Yeah. He gets confused but he knows you. He asks about his team, his captain mostly.”
You nod to him with a knowing smile.
He takes it without comment.
“So… you been a nurse long?”
Price asks from beside you, walking slowly through the halls.
“Four years now.”
You reply honestly.
He nods.
Price looks down at the coffee in his hand, still untouched.
His jaw clenches with the tension in his next question. Unsure if he wants to know the answer himself.
“He.. talk about the mission?”
He whispers.
You stop moving in the halls.
“No.. not exactly..”
Gesturing to a quiet place to sit down.
He follows a small distance away from you.
“Johnnys memory isn’t the best.” You state, taking a breath. “He has bits and pieces…he gets confused, scared at times.” You pause trying to find the right words without saying too much.
“He’s lucky to have someone like you around. You care about him, I can tell.”
Prices grip tightens on the coffee cup.
How could soap be lucky to have someone like him? Someone who allowed him to get hurt.
Your hand comes out, gently landing on his.
“Johnny is strong, everyday he makes more and more improvements. Recovery will be long, and he may not remember everything. But I think he’ll be just fine.”
Price looks down at your hand on his, his expression tightens but he doesn’t pull away.
His gaze drops to the floor, mumbling so quietly you almost don’t catch it.
“You.. don’t know what you’re talkin’ about..”
Even softer.
“He shouldn’t even be here…”
You give him a soft smile, seeing grief in many family members. You don’t ask questions, it makes Prices stomach knot with guilt.
“You can’t blame yourself for things that aren’t in your control.”
That snaps something inside him.
His gaze locks onto yours quickly.
Not because he’s angry.
Because he was in control.
He gave Johnny orders.
Orders he wasn’t certain on.
And look where it landed him.
He stares at you for a long while—
When your pager on your side goes off, pulling your attention away for just a second.
Long enough for price to stand up.
Clearing his throat.
“I should get back to Johnny.”
You nod tightly wishing there was more you could say.
“I’ll make another stop by his room in the next hour.” You promise with a nod.
He doesn’t respond.
You watch him walk away.
A strange tightness in your chest as you pick up the abandoned coffee.
Still completely full.
You sigh, throwing it away in a near by trash can.
Walking down the halls your footsteps are light. You pass doctors in the halls with polite nods and smiles.
Stopping only to do your rounds, when your mind returns to Captain price.
Johnny.
You look at the clock on your wrist, and acknowledge the fact that time has moved quicker than you anticipated.
You stop at 203, this time there’s chatter behind the door.
Soft but there.
You knock before you enter.
Peaking your head in with a familar smile.
Your eyes lock onto Johnny first then Price, lastly the man who hasn’t moved an inch since you first saw him.
“Angel..there ye’ is.. knew yu’d come back for meh.”
Johnny raises a bruised arm, his smile never missing, sitting up in bed with Price standing by his side.
You laugh at Johnnys comment, shaking your head, when your eyes meet Prices for another moment.
“Gotta make sure you’ve eaten Johnny.”
You remind unable to not smile at the charming Scot.
“Oh yah.. m’full”
He replies, tapping his belly for emphasis.
Price from the side raises a brow, shooting you a knowing look, nodding to the untouched tray.
You shake your head as your hands fall to your hips.
Tone turning more stern.
“Johnny, I need you to eat something.”
You grab the tray of food you left, moving it to him.
“Do I gotta feed ya?”
You joke, your tone lightening.
“Don’t enable him.”
Low. Gruff.
The man in the medical mask finally speaks.
Your head snaps to the corner.
No Ko You smile unable to help yourself.
Simons eyes move down to your lilac scrubs.
Face twitching in amusement.
His eyes move back to Johnny.
“Nurse ‘s right, you needa’ eat Johnny.”
You look back at Johnny, waiting for an answer.
His smile only sharpens.
“Like it when yu’ get onta’ me Angel. Real cute bird.”
You roll your eyes at his flirts, he moves to begin eating. Slow, his hands weak as they grip the plastic utensils .
Price decides to sit down, his eyes scanning over the room. Bouncing to the door like he’s waiting for another threat to come in. Then back to you.
You check Johnnys monitors as he eats.
Watching his hands and coordination.
Johnny looks from his captain, to you, back to Price with a smirk.
“Don’t get ideas cap’n. V’ already claimed ‘em as mine.”
Prices expressions twists when it moves back to Johnny. Shifting in his seat, ignoring his friends teases.
His eyes linger a second too long.
Johnnys shoulders slump, moving his food around in his tray with less than amusement.
“Stop lookin’ at me like that cap.. m’ not a dead man.”
It feels like a punch right to Prices gut.
Your eyes finally move from the monitor you’ve been watching, suddenly feeling like you’re encroaching.
“Johnny… just eat..”
Price mumbles from the side, his gaze anywhere but Johnny.
“No!”
Johnny slams his fork down onto the table below.
“You keep looking at me like m’ already bloody gone! Like I’m some— some corpse!”
You stiffen. Watching his heart rate spike.
Price stands quickly, the chair scraping under him.
He takes a few steps, his strides long. stopping right before the door.
He can’t look at Johnny, his head down, hand on the door like he’s already decided he’s leaving.
“I’m.. I gotta go.’”
The door closes without a click.
You swallow hard. Your own heart thumping too hard in your chest.
“Johnny,”
You whisper, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.
His eyes snap to you, something pleading in his gaze.
“Take a breath, please.” Your voice is calm, relaxed.
Johnny does as he’s asked.
Wincing slightly.
“S’ not his fault..” he repeats.
You nod.
“I understand.”
Your eyes drift to the man in the chair, who stands.
He’s massive. Sitting where price once was.
“Johnny.”
Blues eyes travel.
“Relax. He’ll will be back.”
He assures lowly.
Johnnys jaw works, his eyes down casted on his half eaten tray.
“Angel..?”
Johnny asks, you’ve been quiet administrating medication through his IV.
“Yes Johnny?”
“Mind goin’ after him?”
AN: part 2 maybe? Unsure.
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Bound. Dwayne (The Lost Boys) x OC – Finale
Story summary: After moving to Santa Carla to escape a difficult situation, 18-year-old Savannah is inexplicably drawn to a mysterious stranger. But when she discovers his dangerous secret and what it means for her, will she be able to stay away, or is it already too late for that?
Pairings: Dwayne (The Lost Boys) x OC
Previous chapter: Dwayne turns Savannah
Warnings: blood, death (not a main character), attack scene
My fangs pierced through Dwayne’s neck as I straddled him in bed, a hand on his bare shoulder and one tangled in his long dark hair.
As I drank, he hummed in bliss and then let out a moan that went straight to my womb.
‘You taste so good, vampire boyfriend.’
‘Thanks, hu—’ but he corrected himself before he could call me “human girlfriend” like he used to. ‘I’ve gotta say, “half-vampire girlfriend” doesn’t roll as smoothly off the tongue.’
I laughed and drank some more as he ran his hands up and down my back. It tasted like an orgasm.
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Summary: After a lot of broken promises Y/n decides to get out of and leave Charming and California for that matter. Needing some space and time to heal her heart she heads to New York to stay with some friends. New York might just be her new home. While there she finds an unexpected romance that just feels like its meant to be, with a man in a very similar world as the one she grew up in. New friends that feel like family. Sure there's some ups and downs, shoot outs, break ins, a fast moving relationship, rival Mob’s and a kidnapping. But they’ll navigate it together.
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Chapters :
Chapter 1
~ Saying goodbye to Charming is hard but Y/n needs a fresh start away from a certain blue eyed blonde biker.
Chapter 2
~ Y/n explores the city and meet's up with some old friends.
Chapter 3
~ Y/n has a run in with the most powerful Mob boss in Brooklyn. But she doesn't know that's who she goes to have a drink with.
Chapter 4
~ Y/n and Bucky go on a date. A fancy date, it goes well but Bucky has some worries at the end of the night.
Chapter 5
~ 3rd date in a row Bucky has something less extravagant planned. Something he feels would be more Y/n's speed.
Chapter 6
~ Bucky confides in Steve and Sam all the while Y/n confides in Wanda.
Chapter 7
~ Bucky get's introduced to Wanda and Pietro. Y/n and Bucky have a heart to heart.
Chapter 8
~ Bucky introduces Y/n to Steve and Sam.
Chapter 9
~ Bucky asks Y/n to be his date to an upcoming event, and get's her something custom for it.
Chapter 10
~ It's moving day into her own apartment for Y/n but there's bigger news. Her brother's coming to visit.
Chapter 11
~ Opie want's to meet this guy his little sister is dating. While Opie's here Bucky want's to meet him to.
Chapter 12
~ Bucky come's over to help Opie, and they have some one-on-one talk. It's Gala time. Time to show Y/n some more of the people Bucky knows. But Y/n might have figured out Bucky's secret.
Chapter 13
~ After the shootout Bucky take's Y/n back to his home. Where the two get to know one another on a deeper level. And they both discuss deeper the world's they live in.
Chapter 14
~ Y/n stays a little longer at Bucky's. A ground rule about secrets is established. When Y/n goes home Bucky has a big surprise for her.
Chapter 15
~ Time for halloween. Wanda and Pietro meet Moxley, Puppy shots are due, lunch with Bucky is nice, watch some movies, hand out candy, oh and a break in happens.
Chapter 16
~ After the break in Bucky would like to show Y/n some weapons and how to use them so his mind could be at ease. . , Y/n grew up in Samcro. Bucky's underestimating her.
Chapter 17
~ Girls Night, Guys Night, Video Call with Opie, and Thanksgiving.
Chapter 18
~ Christmas in Charming. Bucky meets Samcro. . . he meets Jax.
Chapter 19 (Not Typed yet / December new years eve)
more coming...
(All chapters shown above are done and in my queue, & currently writing more)
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