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back when midnight sun was officially announced, i wrote a post talking about my experience as a white fan of the series, back when i was younger and as i’ve grown and educated myself and interacted with the fandom more and more. now that tumblr lets you pin a post, i wanted to make a new post for resources, because the original post is a lot to scroll through and i wanted the links to be more accessible + easier to find.

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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.

———————————The end———————————

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.

———————————The end———————————

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Being the mate of Alec Volturi wasn’t something you’d ever expected.

Sometimes, if you were honest, you still didn’t understand it.

Because Alec was…

Well.

Alec.

Beautiful.

Graceful.

Intelligent.

Ancient.

Feared.

And you?

You were just…

You.

Human.

Ordinary.

⸻

Most days, those thoughts were quiet.

Because Alec loved you.

Because Felix treated you like his little sister.

Because Demetri was always making you laugh.

Because Heidi spoiled you and insisted on girls’ days.

And because Jane, though she’d never admit it, had become fiercely protective of you.

Usually.

But then there was the secretary.

Claudia.

Human, like you.

Young.

Elegant.

Beautiful.

And seemingly perfect.

She managed schedules.

Organized reports.

Spoke seven languages.

Worked alongside the kings.

Handled diplomatic correspondence.

And somehow always looked flawless while doing it.

Everyone praised her.

And honestly?

She deserved it.

She worked hard.

But every time you saw her, that ugly voice in the back of your mind whispered:

“Look at her.”

“She’s useful.”

“She’s smart.”

“She’s independent.”

“What do you do?”

⸻

It wasn’t Claudia’s fault.

Not really.

She’d never been cruel.

Never mocked you.

Never tried to hurt you.

In fact, she was perfectly polite.

But somehow…

That almost made it worse.

Because you couldn’t even dislike her.

⸻

One afternoon, you were sitting in the library while Alec finished some duties.

Claudia stood nearby, discussing documents with Aro.

She spoke confidently.

Calmly.

Intelligently.

And Aro looked delighted.

“Wonderful work, Claudia!”

“Thank you, my lord.”

You lowered your eyes.

Without realizing it, you quietly closed your book.

⸻

Later that day, you skipped dinner.

And then breakfast.

And then you spent most of the afternoon hiding in your room.

⸻

Which was strange.

Because normally, by this time, Felix had already burst through your door demanding movie night.

Demetri would be bothering you.

And Heidi would’ve dragged you shopping.

But today?

You’d ignored everyone.

⸻

Unfortunately.

Those three people happened to know you far too well.

The door opened.

Felix.

Demetri.

Heidi.

The Holy Trinity of Trouble.

Felix immediately frowned.

“There she is.”

Demetri sat beside you.

Heidi crossed her arms.

“You’ve been avoiding us.”

“I’m not.”

“Sweetheart,” Heidi said gently, “you ignored three messages, two calls, and Felix.”

Felix looked offended.

“Especially me.”

You smiled weakly.

“I’m just tired.”

Three unimpressed stares.

“Oh no,” Demetri sighed dramatically. “She’s lying.”

Felix nodded.

“Terribly too.”

Heidi sat beside you.

“Talk.”

And suddenly—

Tears.

⸻

“Oh.”

Heidi’s expression softened instantly.

Demetri looked alarmed.

Felix practically launched himself across the room.

“Who do I fight?”

“No one.”

“Who?”

“No one.”

“Names.”

“Felix.”

“Names.”

⸻

Eventually, through tears and embarrassment, you explained.

Claudia.

Her intelligence.

Her beauty.

How accomplished she was.

And how useless you felt compared to her.

Silence.

Then—

Demetri blinked.

“That’s it?”

You stared.

“What?”

“That’s why you’re crying?”

Felix looked horrified.

“Kid.”

Heidi looked heartbroken.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

⸻

“Claudia?” Felix repeated.

“Yes.”

“The secretary?”

You nodded miserably.

Demetri burst out laughing.

You gasped.

“Demetri!”

“No, no—”

He wheezed.

“I’m sorry—”

“Demetri!”

“Not at you!”

He finally composed himself.

“Oh, sweetheart.”

He smiled warmly.

“You think Alec wants someone like Claudia?”

⸻

“He could.”

“He absolutely could not,” Heidi said immediately.

Felix nodded.

“Kid, Alec doesn’t even notice when people flirt with him.”

Demetri snorted.

“Remember that French vampire?”

Felix laughed.

“She literally sat in his lap.”

“And he asked if she had injured her legs.”

You couldn’t help laughing.

⸻

Then Heidi cupped your face.

“Listen to me.”

Her golden eyes were kind.

“Claudia is wonderful.”

You nodded.

“Yes.”

“And you’re wonderful.”

“But—”

“No.”

She smiled softly.

“There is no but.”

“She’s smarter.”

“So?”

“More useful.”

“To paperwork,” Felix said.

“More independent.”

Demetri blinked.

“You’re human.”

“Exactly.”

“No,” Demetri corrected gently.

“You have friends.”

“Family.”

“People who love helping you.”

“That’s not weakness.”

⸻

Still.

The thoughts lingered.

And Alec noticed.

Of course he did.

⸻

It happened when Claudia came to deliver some documents.

You smiled politely.

Claudia smiled politely.

Nothing wrong.

Nothing unusual.

But afterward—

Alec quietly looked at you.

And frowned.

⸻

“My love.”

“Hm?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

His eyebrow rose.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

Silence.

Then—

“You’re avoiding my eyes.”

You blinked.

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

His voice softened.

“And you’ve apologized six times today.”

Oops.

⸻

Eventually, after much gentle prodding and one very concerned Jane glaring from the doorway, you told him.

Everything.

And for several moments—

Alec simply stared.

“Claudia?”

You nodded miserably.

“Yes.”

Silence.

Then—

“My darling.”

His voice sounded genuinely confused.

“Do you believe I love you because you are efficient?”

You blinked.

“What?”

“Or because you file paperwork?”

“No.”

“Because you speak seven languages?”

“No.”

“Because you organize Aro’s schedules?”

“No.”

“Then why would I choose you based on those things?”

You opened your mouth.

Closed it.

Opened it again.

“…I don’t know.”

And Alec’s expression broke your heart.

Because he looked sad.

Not angry.

Not frustrated.

Sad.

⸻

He sat beside you immediately.

Taking your hands.

“My love.”

His thumb brushed your knuckles.

“Claudia is brilliant.”

You wilted.

“But she isn’t you.”

He smiled softly.

“She doesn’t laugh at my terrible jokes.”

“You don’t make jokes.”

“I make one every decade.”

You laughed weakly.

“See?”

His eyes softened.

“She doesn’t argue with Jane.”

“Nobody argues with Jane.”

“You do.”

“That’s because she steals my books.”

“And she doesn’t hide strawberries in her pockets because she forgets they’re there.”

You flushed.

“That happened once.”

“Three times.”

⸻

Alec leaned his forehead against yours.

“You are kind.”

“You are funny.”

“You are compassionate.”

“You are stubborn.”

“You are endlessly curious.”

“And you make my existence brighter.”

His voice lowered.

“You make me happy.”

“That is not incompetence.”

⸻

Tears filled your eyes.

“But I don’t do anything.”

Alec looked genuinely startled.

“My love.”

He smiled softly.

“You love people.”

“As though that is a small thing.”

⸻

Then there was a knock.

Felix.

Demetri.

Heidi.

And behind them—

Claudia.

Everyone froze.

Including you.

Claudia blinked.

“Oh dear.”

She held up a file.

“I came at a bad time.”

“No!” you squeaked.

“Yes,” Demetri said.

“Terrible timing.”

Heidi smacked him.

⸻

But Claudia simply looked concerned.

Then she sat beside you.

“May I tell you something?”

You nodded.

She smiled sheepishly.

“I envy you.”

Everyone blinked.

“What?”

She laughed.

“Do you know what I do after work?”

“No.”

“More work.”

Felix snorted.

She smiled.

“You paint.”

“You bake.”

“You read novels.”

“You make flower crowns with Didyme.”

“You picnic with Alec.”

“You have movie nights.”

Her smile became wistful.

“And honestly?”

“That sounds lovely.”

You stared.

“You envy me?”

“Terribly.”

⸻

Demetri smiled.

“See?”

Felix wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“And besides.”

He grinned.

“None of us are keeping you around because you’re useful.”

“Felix!” Heidi gasped.

“That came out wrong.”

Everyone laughed.

Even Alec.

⸻

And as you laughed with your friends, with Claudia smiling beside you and Alec holding your hand—

You realized something.

Worth wasn’t earned by productivity.

Not to the people who loved you.

Because Felix loved you.

Demetri loved you.

Heidi loved you.

Jane loved you.

And Alec—

Alec looked at you as though you were the most precious thing in his immortal life.

Not because you were useful.

Not because you were perfect.

Not because you accomplished extraordinary things.

But simply because—

You were you.

And to him?

Twins - Alec & Jane Volturi

Jane sat on Alec’s bed cross legged, her cloak rested on the end of the bed as she patted the spot next to her. Alec hesitated, he knew his sister was just bored, but he caved in.

"Aro is considering another acquisition.” Jane said when he sat down. "A tracker from the American south. He thinks the newborn talent could be useful."

Alec subtly rolled his eyes. "Aro always wants more toys. Until he gets bored of them, or until new ones appear."

"He won't get bored of us.” Jane said flatly, but it wasn't reassurance, it was a statement of absolute fact.

Alec tilted his head, a rare smirk touching his lips. "No. But only because you enjoy your job entirely too much."

Jane looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly, though there was no real venom behind it. "Someone has to maintain order. Your fog is too peaceful. Fools can’t learn their lesson if they are numb, Alec."

"That's because you want them to scream.” he replied getting up and walking over, sinking into the armchair opposite her. "I prefer efficiency. It saves time."

"You are just lazy. Always have been, even when you were human.”

"It’s called elegance, maybe you lack it, sister.”

Jane snorted, a sound reserved strictly for her twin where the rest of the guard couldn't hear. After some silence she talked again. "Marcus asked about our human years today.” Her demeanor shifted growing a fraction more distant. "He wanted to know if I remembered the fire."

His expression hardened at the memory of the smoke, the screaming villagers, their pain… “What did you tell him?" Alec asked.

"I told him I only remember the pain.” she said simply. Then her eyes locked onto his. "And that I remember you holding my hand."

The tension in his shoulders melted away as he reached across the room, rapping his knuckles gently against her knee. "Always."

Jane leaned back against the cushions, her arms behind her head, resting. After all, only they both know they are just two children who had survived together, and who now made people feel the same pain side by side.

"Demetri hid your favorite book behind the tapestry in the library.” Jane noted casually, shifting the subject as if she hadn't just touched on their trauma. "The one from the 14th century. He thought it was funny."

Alec raised an eyebrow. "Did he?"

"I gave him a fraction of a second of a migraine for it.” she said, a small and cruel smile appearing on her face. "Just enough to make him drop his ego."

Alec Volturi x Vampire/Hybrid Reader (Gifted with Pyrokinesis)

Alec is on guard duty, but that doesn't stop you from trying to get to know him.

If there was one thing the Volturi valued above power, it was order.

And if there was one thing you seemed personally committed to destroying, it was Alec’s ability to have a quiet shift.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

Alec did not break stride.

“No.”

You kept pace beside him anyway, hands clasped behind your back, walking half a step too close and entirely too loudly for a place built on silence.

“Is that, like, a rule? Or a personality trait?”

“A preference.”

“Boring.”

Jane: Not possible. We don't have nearly enough piranhas.

Alec: Then Protocol 63 it is.

Sometime later:

Felix, walking into the throne room: Alec and Jane are planning to fly you into the sun.