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𝓥𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓸 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻— 𝓴4𝓽𝔂𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓪(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) <Chap 3>
Chapter TW/CW: Bad grammar on purpose (Toby & Nina), Tim
Chapter Pairings: Ben x Reader, Toby x Reader, Nina x Reader, Nat x Reader, (Tim x Reader, Brian x Reader)
w/c: 3349 <Chap 1>
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Chapter TW/CW: Bad grammar on purpose (Toby & Nina), Tim
Chapter Pairings: Ben x Reader, Toby x Reader, Nina x Reader, Nat x Reader, (Tim x Reader, Brian x Reader)
w/c: 3349 <Chap 1>
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Learning to stay - Demetri volturi x F!Human!Reader
Her (part |)
The first thing Y/N learned about living in the Volturi castle was that it was never truly quiet.
There were always footsteps echoing through the ancient halls.
Always guards changing shifts.
Always the soft murmur of cloaks brushing stone.
And almost always…
No Demetri.
It wasn’t because he didn’t want to be with her.
It was because he couldn’t.
“The Guard doesn’t stop because I found my mate,” he had told her one evening as they walked through one of the castle’s courtyards. Moonlight silvered the ivy climbing the old walls. “The masters still expect me to perform my duties.”
Y/N smiled softly.
“I know.”
His cool fingers tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
“I would rather spend every hour with you.”
She laughed.
“I don’t think the masters would appreciate that.”
A tiny smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“No.”
That was Demetri.
Not overly expressive.
Not poetic.
He simply… meant every word he spoke.
And somehow, that meant more.
⸻
Most mornings, he was already gone when she woke.
Most nights, he returned long after sunset with dust on his boots from tracking assignments.
No matter how exhausted he looked, he always found her.
Sometimes he simply sat beside her while she read.
Sometimes he brought flowers from whatever countryside he’d crossed that day.
Sometimes he rested his forehead against hers in silence.
He never acted as though she was a burden.
Never treated her like something fragile.
Only precious.
⸻
The letters started arriving a week later.
The first carried Alice’s handwriting.
Y/N didn’t open it.
The second came from Edward.
Straight into the fireplace.
The third…
Carlisle.
She held it for almost an hour before quietly placing it unopened inside a drawer.
She couldn’t read them.
Not yet.
Every envelope reminded her that she’d been brought to Volterra because she’d been useful.
Because she’d been expendable.
She wasn’t ready to hear apologies.
Not when they still echoed in her dreams.
⸻
Fortunately…
She wasn’t alone.
Felix adopted her almost immediately.
“You look bored,” he announced one afternoon.
“I was reading.”
“Boring.”
“I like reading.”
“I don’t.”
She sighed dramatically.
“I had noticed.”
Twenty minutes later, he had somehow convinced her to watch two younger guards spar.
Then he’d started loudly critiquing both of them until everyone—including Y/N—was laughing.
Felix was loud.
Ridiculous.
Endlessly entertaining.
It was impossible not to like him.
⸻
Heidi was different.
Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her.
She walked into every room like she belonged there.
Golden hair.
Perfect skin.
Elegant clothes.
An effortless smile.
Y/N had never met someone so naturally magnetic.
Heidi liked shopping.
Fashion.
Music.
Long conversations.
Within days she had practically claimed Y/N as her newest friend.
“You’ve been wearing grey for three days.”
“I like grey.”
“I don’t.”
“…I’m sensing a pattern.”
Heidi grinned.
“Oh, sweetheart. We’re fixing your wardrobe.”
⸻
Several weeks later, they wandered through Volterra’s shopping district together.
Heidi held up a burgundy dress.
“Oh.”
“What?”
“You’d look lovely in this.”
Y/N laughed.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Absolutely yes.”
Y/N glanced at her reflection in the shop mirror.
“…Maybe on someone else.”
Heidi frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“I’m just…”
She shrugged.
“Average.”
Heidi stared.
Then burst out laughing.
“You cannot be serious.”
“I am.”
“Y/N…”
She gently lowered the dress.
“You know why humans are drawn to vampires?”
“The supernatural thing?”
“No.”
Heidi smiled kindly.
“Because beauty isn’t one shape.”
Y/N looked unconvinced.
Heidi sighed.
“I’ve watched Demetri look at you.”
Y/N blinked.
“…What?”
“I’ve known him for centuries.”
That caught her attention.
“C…centuries?”
“Mhm.”
Heidi smiled nostalgically.
“I knew him long before either of us joined the Guard.”
Something uncomfortable twisted inside Y/N’s stomach.
“You were close?”
“Oh, very.”
The words landed harder than they should have.
“We were friends.”
Heidi paused.
“…With benefits.”
Silence.
The street suddenly felt much colder.
Y/N forced a smile.
“Oh.”
“It was never romantic.”
Her heart still sank.
“It ended years ago.”
“…Why?”
Heidi smiled—a warm, almost amused smile.
“Because he found his mate.”
Y/N blinked.
“He found me weeks ago.”
Heidi nodded.
“We knew before he did.”
“You…what?”
“The bond changes a vampire.”
She leaned against the shop window.
“He became distant.”
“He stopped flirting.”
“He stopped accepting invitations.”
“I asked him once what had happened.”
“And?”
“He said…” Heidi smiled softly.
“‘Someone is waiting for me. I simply haven’t met her yet.’”
Y/N’s breath caught.
“He said that?”
“Months ago.”
Before Volterra.
Before she’d ever stepped into Italy.
Before he’d ever seen her.
“He believed you’d exist someday.”
Tears threatened to gather in Y/N’s eyes.
“But…”
She looked down at herself.
“I’m human.”
“So?”
“You’re…” She laughed weakly. “You’re beautiful.”
“So are you.”
“No.”
“Y/N.”
Heidi’s expression turned unexpectedly serious.
“I have watched kings fall to their knees.”
“I have watched artists paint women who looked exactly like me.”
“I’ve watched thousands of men fall in love with a pretty face.”
She stepped closer.
“Do you know what Demetri sees?”
Y/N shook her head.
“He sees home.”
The words shattered every insecurity she’d been holding onto.
“Beauty fades to us,” Heidi continued quietly.
“We live forever.”
“Perfect faces become ordinary after a century.”
“But finding the person your soul recognizes?”
She smiled.
“That happens once.”
Y/N wiped quickly at her eyes.
“I still don’t understand why it’s me.”
“You don’t have to.”
Heidi linked their arms together.
“You only have to believe him.”
⸻
That evening Demetri returned later than usual.
His cloak carried the scent of rain.
He found Y/N curled in the library.
Without a word he sat beside her.
“You’ve been crying.”
It wasn’t a question.
She looked away.
“I met Heidi today.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
“Oh?”
“She told me.”
His shoulders tensed.
“I should have.”
“No.”
She looked at him.
“You didn’t hide it.”
“You just… never mentioned it.”
“It was over long before I met you.”
“I know.”
Silence settled between them.
Finally she whispered,
“She’s beautiful.”
He looked genuinely confused.
“Yes.”
“And I’m…”
His cool hand gently cupped her cheek before she could finish.
“You.”
She frowned.
“That’s not an answer.”
“It is.”
He brushed his thumb beneath her eye.
“I have seen queens.”
“I have seen empresses.”
“I have seen every definition of beauty your world has ever created.”
His voice remained quiet.
“I searched for centuries without knowing I was searching.”
His forehead rested lightly against hers.
“And then…”
“You walked into that corridor.”
“There has never been anyone else.”
His crimson eyes met hers.
“There never will be.”
For the first time since arriving in Volterra…
Y/N believed him.
Not because he had called her beautiful.
But because he looked at her as though beauty had never been the reason.
Her - Demetri volturi x F!Human!Reader.
Learning to stay (part ||)
The stone corridor beneath Volterra smelled faintly of damp earth and ancient water.
I kept close to Alice as she hurried ahead, her golden hair flashing in the dim light. Bella stayed at her side, pale and shaking after her desperate sprint through the square.
Edward was alive.
That should have been enough to steady me.
Instead, every step deeper into the Volturi’s underground halls made my stomach twist tighter.
“Just stay close, Y/N,” Alice whispered.
The words should have sounded comforting. They didn’t.
A pair of figures emerged from the shadows ahead.
One was enormous, broad-shouldered, with a lazy smile that never reached his crimson eyes. The other was tall and lean, bronze-brown hair brushing his forehead, his posture elegant and utterly still.
Felix.
And Demetri.
“There they are,” Felix said pleasantly. “The masters are waiting.”
Demetri’s gaze swept over Bella, then Alice.
Then it landed on me.
Everything stopped.
His expression changed so quickly I almost thought I imagined it. Surprise. Recognition. Something fierce and unguarded.
A breath escaped him.
“Her,” he murmured.
Felix glanced sideways. “Demetri?”
Demetri didn’t answer. He was still looking at me.
Heat rushed through my face. I should have looked away, but I couldn’t. His crimson eyes were terrifying—and somehow unbearably familiar.
Alice touched my elbow. “Come on.”
Demetri stepped aside without another word.
We followed them through twisting corridors, down worn stone steps slick with moisture, and through a narrow drainage tunnel where cold water whispered around our shoes. Felix led the way. Demetri remained behind us.
Behind me.
I could feel his attention like a hand at the center of my back.
When we climbed the final staircase, the reception chamber opened before us, bright after the darkness. A silent woman sat behind the desk, watching us pass.
Then the doors to the throne room swung open.
The Volturi waited in a crescent of black robes.
Edward stood between Jane and Alec.
Bella’s breath caught. “Edward.”
He turned, relief flooding his face.
“Bella.”
His eyes moved to Alice.
Then to me.
For a heartbeat his expression was blank.
Then it sharpened.
Edward stiffened.
Impossible.
The thought crossed his face before I understood why.
Behind me, Demetri took one step forward.
Edward’s gaze snapped to him.
Another heartbeat.
And suddenly Edward was moving.
He crossed the chamber in a blur, placing himself between Demetri and me.
“Stay away from her.”
Bella stared. “Edward?”
A low sound rumbled from Demetri’s chest.
Not anger.
A warning.
Edward’s eyes narrowed. He was listening to something none of us could hear.
Aro leaned forward, fascinated.
“Well,” he said softly. “This is unexpected.”
Demetri’s shoulders squared. Every line of his body turned toward me, protective and possessive all at once.
Edward bared his teeth. “She’s human.”
“She is under my protection,” Demetri said.
The room went still.
Felix blinked. “Ah.”
Edward’s voice dropped. “Your protection?”
Demetri’s gaze never left mine. “My mate.”
The word struck me harder than the cold underground air.
Mate.
Bella’s eyes widened.
Alice froze.
Edward looked suddenly furious.
“She doesn’t belong to you.”
Something flashed across Demetri’s face then—something ancient and absolute.
“She is not a possession,” he said. “But you will not threaten her.”
Edward shifted closer to me.
Demetri moved at the same instant.
Felix sighed.
In a blur of motion, the giant vampire caught Edward around the shoulders and hauled him backward.
“Easy,” Felix said. “The masters dislike broken furniture.”
Edward struggled. “Let me go!”
Demetri stepped in front of me.
Not touching.
Simply there.
A wall between me and the rest of the room.
I should have been terrified.
Instead, my pulse steadied.
Aro’s smile widened. “Extraordinary. Demetri, our finest tracker, rendered entirely incapable of looking anywhere else.”
A faint laugh rippled through the guard.
Demetri ignored them.
“Are you harmed?” he asked quietly.
The concern in his voice startled me more than everything else.
“No.”
His shoulders eased.
And suddenly I understood that if anyone in this chamber moved toward me with hostile intent, Demetri would fight them all.
Even Edward.
Even the Volturi.
Aro rose gracefully. “It seems we have two matters before us. First, the indiscretion involving our young human friend Bella. Second…” His eyes glittered. “A bond of rare significance.”
Edward stopped struggling.
Felix released him but remained close.
Aro extended a pale hand toward me. “Tell me, Y/N—did you know why you were brought here?”
I looked at Alice.
She wouldn’t meet my eyes.
A cold knot formed in my chest.
“Alice?”
Bella looked confused. “What does he mean?”
Alice finally spoke, barely above a whisper.
“We needed every advantage.”
My breath caught.
“If things went wrong,” she said, “another human witness gave us leverage. The Volturi would be less likely to act immediately.”
The throne room seemed to tilt.
“You brought me… in case they needed a reason not to kill you?”
“Y/N—”
“You used me.”
Alice’s face crumpled.
Bella stepped forward. “She didn’t mean—”
“But she did.”
The hurt was sharper than fear had ever been.
Edward closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
For once, there was no defense in his voice.
I wrapped my arms around myself.
The Cullens had been my family for so long that I’d never imagined being anything else.
Yet here, in the center of the Volturi’s throne room, I felt strangely alone.
A cool hand hovered near mine.
Demetri.
Not demanding.
Waiting.
When I looked up, there was no triumph in his expression. Only concern.
“You are free to choose,” he said.
Aro’s brows lifted.
Demetri continued, steady as stone.
“If you wish to leave, no one will stop you while I stand here.”
Edward stared at him.
“So you’d let her go?”
“If that is what she wants.”
The answer settled something deep inside me.
I looked at Alice.
At Edward.
At Bella.
Love still lingered there, tangled with betrayal.
Then I looked at Demetri.
The fierce stillness in his eyes felt nothing like a trap.
It felt like certainty.
“I don’t know what this bond means,” I admitted. “And I’m angry with all of you.”
Alice flinched.
“But for the first time since we came here…” I swallowed. “I don’t feel like a bargaining chip.”
Demetri’s expression softened.
I took a hesitant step toward him.
Then another.
His hand opened.
I placed mine in it.
The contact was cool, gentle, careful—as though he feared I might disappear.
Across the room, Edward’s shoulders lowered.
Alice’s eyes shone with regret.
Aro clasped his hands together, delighted. “Marvelous. A choice freely made.”
I exhaled.
“I’m not staying because anyone forced me to.”
Demetri’s fingers tightened around mine.
“I know.”
The ache of abandonment remained, tender and unfinished.
But as Demetri moved to stand beside me—not before me, not behind me, but beside me—I discovered that the loneliness was no longer quite so heavy.
And when the Volturi doors opened once more, the future waiting beyond them no longer felt like a sentence.
It felt like a beginning.
A boomer with feelings - Cpt. John price x Reader.
This fic is inspired by @everythingisalwayswipsueme beautiful brain 🧠! Enjoy!
House of wax
⚠️: SH/Suicide
💔: Angst
❤️: Fluff
💞: Smut.
🖤: Bad ending
◇: headcannons
💣: Yandere
Bo Sinclair
Vincent Sinclair
Lester Sinclair
Sinclair brothers x Platonic!Reader
It’s her - lost sister
It’s her - Sinclair brothers x Platonic!Sister!Reader
“Great,” you muttered, gripping the steering wheel. “Perfect.”
The nearest sign you’d seen had pointed toward some place called Ambrose. Tiny little town. Middle of nowhere. Exactly the sort of place you’d hoped to avoid.
With a sigh, you climbed out into the heat and examined the smoking engine. You knew next to nothing about cars, but even you could tell this wasn’t something a prayer and positive thinking would fix.
Then came the sound of another engine.
A tow truck.
The driver leaned out the window. He was lanky, dirty-blond, and wore a pair of goggles on his forehead. His grin was strange but not unfriendly.
“Car trouble?” he asked.
“That obvious?”
“Pretty obvious.”
He hopped down and crouched by the engine, muttering to himself.
“Radiator’s done. Ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Wonderful.
The man scratched his head.
“Name’s Lester. I got a yard nearby. Can tow ya into town.”
You hesitated.
Something about him was odd.
Not dangerous, exactly.
Just… peculiar.
Still, being stranded in the middle of nowhere wasn’t exactly ideal.
“Thanks,” you finally said.
He grinned.
“Sure thing.”
⸻
Lester found himself glancing at you more than once during the drive.
Not because you looked familiar.
No.
Something else.
Something nagging at the back of his mind.
By the time you reached his junkyard, he still couldn’t place it.
Until you climbed out of the truck.
Your shirt had shifted slightly.
And he saw the scar.
A pale crescent on your shoulder.
Lester froze.
His smile faded.
“…No way.”
“What?”
Nothing.
Nothing, probably.
But—
He remembered.
He remembered Bo crying.
Remembered Vincent screaming.
Remembered Mama Sinclair shrieking while their baby sister vanished.
And he remembered another thing.
Bo had pushed her.
Not hard.
Just angry.
Just a little boy with a temper.
She’d fallen against a sharp piece of metal.
The scar.
That scar.
Lester stared.
“You okay?” you asked.
“Uh… yeah.”
No.
No, he wasn’t.
Because if that scar was what he thought it was…
Then—
He nearly tripped over himself rushing toward the phone.
⸻
Bo Sinclair was fixing an old fan when the phone rang.
He wiped his hands and picked up.
“Sinclair residence.”
“Bo.”
“Lester?”
“I found her.”
Bo snorted.
“You found Elvis too?”
“Our sister.”
Silence.
“…What?”
“The scar.”
Bo’s smile disappeared.
“Lester—”
“The shoulder.”
His heart stopped.
Because there was only one person who had that scar.
Only one.
And Bo had given it to her.
His face went pale.
“…Bring her into town.”
⸻
By the time Lester brought you into Ambrose, Bo Sinclair was waiting outside the gas station.
He wore an easy smile.
Friendly.
Harmless.
The picture of Southern hospitality.
“Afternoon,” he greeted warmly. “Car trouble?”
“Apparently I’m cursed.”
He chuckled.
“Well, we can’t have that. Name’s Bo.”
You introduced yourself.
And Bo almost forgot how to breathe.
The name.
The same name.
After all these years.
His little sister.
Alive.
He forced a smile.
“Pretty name.”
“Thanks.”
His voice stayed smooth, easygoing.
Years of pretending came naturally.
“Where ya from?”
As you spoke, Bo listened carefully.
Adoption.
Foster homes.
No memories before age five.
His stomach twisted.
It was you.
It really was you.
And guilt sank its claws into him.
Because every time he looked at your shoulder—
He remembered.
He remembered being angry.
Remembered shoving you.
Remembered your crying.
Remembered Vincent trying to comfort you while Bo hid and cried because he’d hurt his baby sister.
He’d never forgiven himself.
Not once.
And now you were standing right in front of him.
Alive.
Smiling.
Talking.
Completely unaware.
⸻
Meanwhile, deep beneath the House of Wax, Vincent listened.
Bo had come running into the workshop almost an hour ago.
She’s here.
Those two words had nearly made him collapse.
Vincent hadn’t believed it.
Couldn’t.
Not after all these years.
But Bo had shown him.
Through the window.
Just for a second.
And Vincent had hidden immediately.
Fear gripping him.
Because what if you were scared?
Everyone was scared.
Everyone ran.
Everyone screamed.
He didn’t want that.
Not from you.
Not from his sister.
So he stayed below.
Working with trembling hands.
Waiting.
Listening.
⸻
Over the next few days, Bo played the perfect host.
He fixed your car.
Offered you meals.
Made jokes.
Smiled.
Asked questions.
Anything to keep you close.
And every night, he found himself watching old photographs.
Unable to stop.
Unable to believe.
His baby sister had come home.
And she didn’t even know.
Lester acted weird.
Weirder than usual.
He’d just appear beside you and ask bizarre questions.
“Ya remember frogs?”
“What?”
“The frogs we used to catch.”
“I’ve never caught frogs.”
“Huh.”
Then he’d wander away.
⸻
But one day, curiosity got the better of you.
You’d noticed Bo disappear behind the House of Wax.
And you followed.
Downstairs.
Into a room full of sculptures.
The sight made you stop.
A man stood among them.
Tall.
Broad.
Wearing a mask.
He froze.
You froze.
His breathing became uneven.
And slowly—
He stepped back.
Almost hiding.
Like he expected you to scream.
Instead, you noticed something.
Pictures.
Hundreds of them.
Three boys.
And—
A little girl.
Your heart stopped.
The girl had your eyes.
Your smile.
And—
That scar.
Your fingers touched your shoulder.
“No…”
The masked man stiffened.
And then, slowly, with shaking hands—
He picked up a photograph.
Three boys surrounding a toddler.
The oldest one grinning proudly.
The youngest laughing.
And the middle boy—
Holding the little girl carefully.
Protectively.
On the back, written in faded ink:
Vincent, Bo, Lester, and Y/N.
Tears filled your eyes.
“That’s impossible…”
Behind you, a voice answered quietly.
“No.”
Bo stood in the doorway.
Gone was the easy smile.
Gone was the act.
For the first time since you’d met him, he looked frightened.
Truly frightened.
Lester stood behind him, unusually serious.
And Vincent—
Vincent nearly disappeared behind one of his sculptures.
Still hiding.
Still afraid.
Bo swallowed hard.
“We thought somebody took ya.”
Silence.
“We searched everywhere.”
His voice cracked.
“For years.”
Your eyes darted between the photographs.
The scar.
The resemblance.
Vincent’s trembling.
Lester’s anxious expression.
Bo’s guilt-ridden eyes.
And suddenly—
Something stirred.
A memory.
Warm arms.
A lullaby.
Three boys arguing over who got to carry you.
Another memory.
Crying.
Falling.
Pain.
And a little boy sobbing harder than you were.
“I’m sorry!”
Over and over.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
Your eyes widened.
Bo looked like he’d been struck.
“I didn’t mean to hurt ya,” he whispered.
His voice broke.
“I was mad. I pushed ya. You hit that piece of metal and—”
He couldn’t finish.
Twenty years of guilt sat heavy in his chest.
“I’ve hated myself for that day.”
Silence.
And then—
A pair of shaking hands extended a sketchbook.
Vincent.
His eyes were wet.
Inside were drawings.
Hundreds.
A little girl.
Growing older.
Different ages.
Different hairstyles.
Different possibilities.
Every birthday he’d imagined.
Every year you’d missed.
He’d drawn them all.
You stared.
And Vincent lowered his head, embarrassed.
Until you hugged him.
He froze.
Completely.
Then slowly—
Very slowly—
His arms wrapped around you.
Carefully.
As though you might disappear.
Behind you, Lester sniffled.
“Aw hell.”
And Bo?
Bo simply covered his mouth.
Because after all these years—
His little sister had finally come home.
And somehow—
She wasn’t afraid.
And for the first time in a very long time—
Neither were they.
You? Envy me? - Alec volturi x Insecure!Female!Human!Reader
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?
That had always been more than enough. 💜
I love your platonic Volturi fics! Could you please write one where reader interacts with the queens as mother figures and they also treat her like a daughter. Maybe the queens and kings have family bonding time after the whole nomad incident. Tyyy!🫶
Hello my love!
Here it is ❤️
Our little Fool - platonic! Volturi kings x female!human!reader
Part 1 here Part 2 here You are now in part 3
A few weeks after the nomad incident, the entire castle had changed.
Not dramatically.
Not politically.
But emotionally.
Because almost losing you had shaken everyone.
Especially the people who loved you.
Which, much to your endless amusement, seemed to include nearly the entire Volturi.
Felix had become unbearable.
Demetri hovered.
Jane glared at staircases.
Alec followed you around with tea.
And the kings…
Well.
The kings had become ridiculous.
⸻
“Caius, I can carry my own book.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It is now.”
⸻
“My dear girl!” Aro exclaimed one afternoon. “Have you eaten?”
“An hour ago.”
“And?”
“Aro!”
“Humans are delicate!”
Nearby, Marcus quietly slid a blanket over your shoulders because “you looked cold.”
You weren’t.
But you accepted it anyway.
Because Marcus’s little acts of affection were rare treasures.
⸻
And then there were the queens.
The beautiful, graceful queens of the Volturi.
Sulpicia.
Athenodora.
And Didyme.
While they had always adored you, something about nearly losing you had awakened the mothers inside them.
Not that they’d admit it.
But everyone knew.
Especially the kings.
⸻
You had woken up from a nap one afternoon to find yourself tucked beneath three blankets.
Three.
And a note.
“You looked tired. — Sulpicia”
Below it:
“And thin. Eat something. — Athenodora”
And, in elegant handwriting:
“Come braid flowers with me when you wake up. — Didyme ❤️”
You had laughed so hard you nearly fell out of bed.
⸻
The queens spoiled you terribly.
Sulpicia fussed over your injuries.
“Sit still.”
“I’m fine.”
“You are bruised.”
“Sulpicia—”
“No arguments.”
⸻
Athenodora brushed your hair every evening.
Something she had done since you were little.
Not because you needed help.
Simply because she liked it.
And because she had once confided quietly:
“I always wished for children.”
You had nearly cried.
⸻
Didyme—
Sweet, radiant Didyme—
Loved cuddling.
She loved flowers.
Music.
Dancing.
And you.
Endlessly.
“My sunshine,” she called you.
To the eternal embarrassment of every guard present.
⸻
And somehow…
Without really noticing…
You started calling them “Mama.”
Not intentionally.
It simply happened.
⸻
“Mama Sulpicia?”
The queen froze.
Everyone froze.
Even Aro.
You blinked.
“…Sulpicia?”
She stared.
Then immediately pulled you into the tightest hug imaginable.
“My darling.”
Her voice trembled.
“My child.”
⸻
Athenodora had cried.
Actually cried.
And Didyme nearly tackled you.
“My daughter!”
Caius looked horrified.
“Athenodora, you’re crying.”
“Shut up.”
“You are.”
“Caius.”
“You are leaking.”
“Caius.”
⸻
And after that…
It simply became natural.
Mama Sulpicia.
Mama Athenodora.
Mama Didyme.
⸻
Which was how, on one particularly peaceful evening, the entire royal family somehow ended up having what Aro called—
“Family bonding!”
Caius called it nonsense.
Marcus called it pleasant.
And Felix called it “mandatory fun.”
⸻
The gardens had been decorated with lanterns.
Blankets spread everywhere.
Flowers.
Books.
Tea.
Paints.
And enough snacks to feed an army.
Jane and Alec sat together.
Felix and Demetri argued over board games.
Marcus quietly read beside you.
And Aro had somehow convinced everyone to participate in painting.
Again.
⸻
“Absolutely not,” Caius declared.
Twenty minutes later—
“Hand me the blue paint.”
You grinned.
“Knew you’d cave.”
“I did not cave.”
“Mhm.”
“I merely wished to demonstrate superior technique.”
Nearby, Marcus was painting birds.
Very well, actually.
Aro painted what looked suspiciously like everyone holding hands.
And Felix—
Felix had somehow painted a giant dog wearing sunglasses.
Nobody knew why.
Not even Felix.
⸻
Meanwhile, you sat with your head resting in Athenodora’s lap while she played with your hair.
Didyme sat beside you weaving flower crowns.
And Sulpicia made sure you drank enough water.
“You need more.”
“Mama—”
“More.”
“Mama Sulpicia.”
“No.”
Everyone laughed.
⸻
“You spoil her,” Caius muttered.
Sulpicia looked offended.
“Of course I do.”
“She is twenty.”
“And?”
“She can drink water without supervision.”
“Can she?”
“…”
Caius looked at you.
You smiled innocently.
“Maybe.”
Caius sighed.
“Hopeless.”
But he handed you your glass.
⸻
Didyme suddenly gasped.
“Oh!”
Everyone looked over.
She smiled brightly.
“Family portrait!”
A collective groan echoed through the garden.
“No,” Caius said immediately.
“Absolutely.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
Athenodora smiled sweetly.
“Caius.”
He wilted.
Everyone noticed.
Felix whispered to Demetri:
“He fears his wife.”
“Smart man.”
⸻
Eventually everyone assembled.
The queens in the center.
You sitting happily between them.
Marcus nearby.
Aro beaming.
Caius pretending he wasn’t enjoying himself.
Jane and Alec together.
Felix and Demetri making faces.
The entire royal family.
And just before the picture—
You looked up.
“Love you, Mama.”
Three queens froze.
And then—
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
Sulpicia kissed your forehead.
Athenodora squeezed your hand.
Didyme hugged you tightly.
⸻
Aro immediately burst into tears.
“Oh, this is beautiful!”
Jane groaned.
“Not again.”
Marcus smiled softly.
Even Caius looked suspiciously emotional.
“Ridiculous.”
But his voice lacked any bite.
Because as he looked around—
At his wife smiling.
At Marcus relaxed.
At Aro crying.
At the guards laughing.
At you, healthy and happy and alive—
Something ancient and weary inside him settled.
Peacefully.
⸻
Much later that evening, as everyone relaxed beneath the stars, you curled up against Marcus’s side.
Aro rested nearby.
And Caius sat beside Athenodora.
Didyme hummed softly while Sulpicia knitted.
Felix and Demetri were asleep.
Jane dozed against Alec.
Everything was quiet.
Safe.
Home.
And as you drifted toward sleep, you missed the conversation happening above your head.
Aro smiled.
“Our daughter is happy.”
Marcus nodded.
“She is.”
Caius glanced down at your sleeping form.
And though he would deny it forever—
His expression softened.
“Yes.”
Athenodora smiled knowingly.
“Your daughter.”
Caius opened his mouth.
Ready to protest.
Ready to deny.
Ready to complain.
Then he looked at you.
His little human.
His ridiculous child.
And he sighed.
“…Yes.”
Aro nearly cried again.
Marcus smiled.
And the queens positively glowed.
Because after thousands of years—
Their family had grown by one.
And none of them—
Not kings.
Not queens.
Not guards.
Not anyone—
Would ever let their daughter doubt how loved she truly was.
❤️👑🌹✨
“Our Little Fool, Our Precious Child.”
Our Little Fool - Platonic!volturi King x female!Human!reader part 2
Part 1 here You are now in part 2. Part 3 here
For one terrible moment, the throne room was silent.
Not the usual calm silence that accompanied the Volturi.
No.
This was fear.
Raw and awful and unfamiliar.
Because the human girl they loved—the one person in the castle who brought flowers into the throne room, who made Aro laugh, who listened to Marcus’s stories, who argued with Caius over scarves and meals and sleep schedules—
Was unconscious.
And covered in blood.
No heartbeat.
⸻
“Move.”
Everyone jumped.
Caius.
His voice shook.
Actually shook.
He knelt beside you immediately, uncaring of the blood staining his robes.
“My child.”
Nothing.
No response.
Your heartbeat.
Where was your heartbeat?
Felix looked ill.
Demetri looked worse.
“I’m sorry,” Felix whispered.
The enormous guard stood frozen, his hands covered in your blood.
“I’m sorry.”
Demetri couldn’t even speak.
His face had gone white.
Aro gently held your hand.
“Fetch Carlisle.”
Nobody had ever heard Aro sound like that before.
Quiet.
Not theatrical.
Not cheerful.
Scared.
Jane disappeared instantly.
Alec followed.
⸻
Marcus sat beside you.
His ancient eyes fixed on your face.
And something inside him twisted painfully.
He had lost so much.
So many bonds.
So many loves.
But you—
Bright, sweet, stubborn little you—
Had somehow wormed your way into his ancient heart.
And now—
“No.”
Marcus whispered it softly.
As though denying reality itself.
“No.”
⸻
Five minutes later, the doors burst open.
Carlisle Cullen rushed in.
Behind him came Esme Cullen.
Then Edward.
Alice.
Rosalie.
Emmett.
Jasper.
The entire Cullen family.
And immediately—
Esme gasped.
“My baby!”
Edward froze.
Alice burst into tears.
Rosalie looked murderous.
Emmett looked horrified.
Jasper’s eyes widened.
Carlisle was already moving.
“Everyone back.”
Nobody moved.
“Caius.”
Nothing.
“Aro.”
Nothing.
“Marcus.”
Nothing.
The three kings sat around you like gargoyles.
Carlisle softened.
“Gentlemen.”
Aro blinked.
Then immediately moved aside.
Marcus followed.
Caius remained.
“My lord—”
“No.”
“Caius.”
“No.”
Carlisle sighed.
“Please.”
Slowly—
Reluctantly—
Caius moved.
⸻
Carlisle worked quickly.
Broken ribs.
Concussion.
A fractured arm.
Bruising.
Cuts.
Heart started beating again.
Nothing fatal.
Nothing permanent.
But enough.
Enough to terrify everyone.
When Carlisle finally stepped away—
“She’ll recover.”
The room collectively sagged.
Aro nearly collapsed with relief.
Marcus closed his eyes.
And Caius sat down heavily.
Thank God.
⸻
Then came the guilt.
Felix still hadn’t moved.
He stood near the wall.
Silent.
Demetri beside him.
Neither guard had spoken in nearly twenty minutes.
You had risked yourself.
For them.
And because of that—
You were hurt.
Demetri swallowed.
“She thought we were losing.”
Felix’s voice cracked.
“We’re supposed to protect her.”
Nobody answered.
Because nobody knew what to say.
“We’re supposed to protect her,” Felix repeated.
His shoulders shook.
“And she protected us.”
Aro stood immediately.
“Felix—”
“No!”
Everyone froze.
Tears streamed down Felix’s face.
“If she’d died—”
His voice broke.
“I would’ve killed her.”
Silence.
“What?” Jane whispered.
Felix looked devastated.
“I would’ve killed her.”
He sank to his knees.
“Because I couldn’t live with myself.”
Demetri crouched beside him.
And for the first time in centuries—
The tracker wrapped his arms around his best friend.
Neither cared who saw.
Because both of them were shattered.
⸻
Hours passed.
Then days.
And you still hadn’t woken.
⸻
The kings refused to leave.
Absolutely refused.
Carlisle gave up arguing after day one.
Aro sat beside you reading books aloud.
Marcus quietly held your hand.
And Caius—
Caius complained.
Constantly.
“The blankets are insufficient.”
“The room is too cold.”
“Why are humans so breakable?”
“Who designed ribs?”
“Stupid things.”
But every few minutes—
His eyes drifted back to you.
Checking.
Always checking.
⸻
Esme cried.
Alice cried.
Rosalie threatened violence against everyone.
Emmett sat beside your bed and held your uninjured hand.
Jasper paced.
Edward remained silent.
Jane practically lived in your room.
And Alec quietly brought everyone tea.
⸻
Felix and Demetri never left either.
Though neither dared sit beside you.
They didn’t think they deserved to.
Which finally made Caius snap.
“For God’s sake.”
Felix blinked.
“My lord?”
“Come here.”
Felix obeyed automatically.
Caius pointed at the chair.
“Sit.”
“My lord—”
“Sit.”
Demetri looked confused.
“We failed her.”
Caius’s eyes narrowed.
“And who did she throw herself at that nomad for?”
Silence.
“You.”
“Yes.”
“And if she wakes to find the two idiots she nearly killed herself saving have abandoned her bedside—”
Caius looked personally offended.
“—she’ll be furious.”
Demetri’s eyes widened.
Felix looked hopeful.
“…Really?”
“Yes, really.”
Caius muttered.
“Ridiculous child.”
⸻
The fourth day.
Everyone was exhausted.
Even vampires somehow looked tired.
Aro sat with his head resting against your bed.
Marcus held your hand.
Caius pretended to read.
Jane curled up in a chair.
Felix and Demetri sat nearby.
Alice leaned against Jasper.
Esme rested beside Carlisle.
And Emmett quietly snored.
⸻
Then—
Movement.
Tiny.
Small.
But enough.
Marcus sat upright immediately.
Your fingers moved.
Aro gasped.
Caius dropped his book.
Jane practically teleported.
Felix stood so quickly his chair exploded.
Demetri screamed.
“CARLISLE!”
You groaned.
“Ow.”
Silence.
Then—
“Oh thank God.”
Aro.
Tears.
Actual tears.
You blinked.
Why was Aro crying?
Why was Jane crying?
Why was Felix crying?
Why—
“Caius?”
The ancient king immediately appeared beside you.
“Yes.”
His voice shook.
“I hurt.”
“I know.”
“My ribs hurt.”
“Yes.”
“My head hurts.”
“Yes.”
“My arm hurts.”
“Yes.”
“Everything hurts.”
“Yes.”
And suddenly—
Caius wrapped his arms around you.
The room froze.
Even Carlisle.
Even Marcus.
Even Aro.
Caius never hugged anyone.
Ever.
But now?
He held you tightly.
As though afraid you’d disappear.
“You foolish child.”
His voice cracked.
“You absolute little fool.”
And to everyone’s complete astonishment—
Caius was crying.
⸻
The room exploded.
Aro hugged you next.
Marcus held your hand.
Jane climbed onto the bed.
Alec smiled in relief.
Alice sobbed.
Esme cried.
Emmett cried.
Rosalie cried.
Jasper cried.
Carlisle smiled.
Edward laughed.
Demetri looked like he’d seen heaven.
And Felix—
Felix simply stood there.
Unable to move.
Until you smiled weakly.
“Hi.”
He burst into tears again.
“Kid.”
And suddenly this giant terrifying vampire was kneeling beside your bed.
“I’m sorry.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Felix—”
“I’m sorry.”
“Felix.”
“I failed—”
“No.”
You squeezed his hand.
“No.”
Demetri had tears in his eyes.
“We almost lost.”
“No.”
You smiled softly.
“I saw my brothers needed help.”
Brothers.
Felix broke completely.
Demetri too.
And suddenly both guards were hugging you while trying very hard not to crush you.
⸻
Much later.
After everyone calmed down.
After Carlisle had shooed everyone away.
After the chaos settled—
Marcus quietly spoke.
“You scared us.”
You blinked.
“I’m sorry.”
“No.”
His hand squeezed yours.
“Do not apologize for loving.”
Aro nodded.
“You protected your family.”
Caius snorted.
“Though next time, perhaps use less self-sacrificial stupidity.”
You laughed.
And all three kings relaxed.
Because laughter.
Laughter meant life.
⸻
As you drifted to sleep again, you heard Caius mutter:
“We’re locking her inside.”
“No we’re not,” Carlisle said.
“Perhaps chains?”
“No.”
“A small cage?”
“No.”
Marcus smiled faintly.
“Too small.”
Aro gasped.
“Matching family armor!”
“No!” everyone shouted.
And for the first time in four terrible days—
The room filled with laughter.
Because their little fool had come back.
And none of them intended to let her out of their sight again.
Not for the next thousand years. ❤️
Our Little Fool
You are now in part 1. Part 2 here part 3 here
Platonic!Volturi Kings x Human!Female!Reader
Wounded bond - Platonic!Volturi x Female! Reader
The worst part wasn’t finding out.
It wasn’t even seeing your boyfriend with another girl.
It was how normal he acted afterward.
Like he hadn’t shattered something inside you.
Like he hadn’t smiled at you that morning and kissed your cheek before class.
Like he hadn’t looked you in the eyes and lied.
And somehow…
That hurt more.
⸻
By the time school ended, your heart felt heavy.
Alice Cullen was chatting excitedly about something with Rosalie Hale while Emmett Cullen and Jasper Hale argued over baseball.
Edward Cullen glanced over at you from the driver’s seat.
You immediately looked out the window.
Edward frowned.
He couldn’t hear your thoughts, but he could see the sadness in your eyes.
“You alright?” he asked quietly.
You forced a smile.
“Fine.”
Alice stopped talking.
Rosalie narrowed her eyes.
Emmett paused mid-sentence.
Nobody believed you.
But nobody pushed.
Not yet.
⸻
What none of you knew was that visitors had arrived.
Important visitors.
By the time your family reached the Cullen house, laughter drifted from the living room.
You blinked.
“…What?”
Alice gasped.
“They’re here!”
Before you could ask who, she was already dragging Rosalie inside.
And there—
Seated comfortably in the Cullen home as though they owned it—
Were the Volturi.
Aro practically lit up.
“My dear child!”
He stood immediately.
Marcus sat beside him, serene and quiet.
Caius looked mildly annoyed by Washington weather.
Nearby stood Felix, Demetri, Jane Volturi and Alec Volturi.
And of course, Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen were smiling warmly.
Aro spread his arms.
“Come, come!”
Normally, you’d have rushed over.
Normally, Aro would’ve received a hug and Caius would grumble about “human affection.”
Normally.
But today…
You just smiled weakly.
“Hi.”
And headed upstairs.
Silence.
Everyone stared.
Aro froze.
Marcus blinked.
Caius frowned.
Even Jane looked confused.
The front door closed behind Edward.
And immediately—
“Something is wrong.”
Three voices.
Simultaneously.
Carlisle sighed.
“We noticed she’s been upset.”
Esme nodded worriedly.
“She won’t talk.”
Aro looked horrified.
“She didn’t hug me.”
Marcus sat forward slightly.
“Her bond feels wounded.”
Caius’s expression darkened.
“Who upset our girl?”
Edward blinked.
“Our girl?”
“Yes,” Caius snapped.
Edward slowly looked at Carlisle.
Carlisle looked just as surprised.
⸻
Without another word, Aro stood.
“We’re going upstairs.”
Esme smiled softly.
“She may need space—”
“Nonsense.”
Caius rose too.
“Clearly she’s distressed.”
Marcus followed.
And suddenly three ancient kings marched upstairs with all the urgency of a military operation.
Felix and Demetri exchanged looks.
Jane grinned.
“This should be interesting.”
⸻
You sat on your bed hugging your knees.
You hadn’t even changed out of your school clothes.
Your eyes burned.
You were tired.
Sad.
Humiliated.
Then—
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
You sniffled.
“Come in.”
The door opened.
And you nearly fell off the bed.
Aro.
Marcus.
Caius.
Standing there.
Like concerned dads.
“Hello, darling,” Aro said gently.
You blinked.
“…Hi?”
Marcus sat beside you.
Caius remained standing.
And for several moments, nobody spoke.
Then Marcus quietly said:
“Your heart is hurting.”
Tears instantly filled your eyes.
And that was all it took.
You broke.
⸻
Through tears and hiccups, you explained everything.
The cheating.
The lies.
How stupid you felt.
How embarrassed you were.
And the entire time—
The three kings listened.
Aro held your hand.
Marcus rubbed your back awkwardly.
And Caius looked increasingly murderous.
By the end—
Silence.
Then—
“He did WHAT?”
Aro’s voice echoed through the room.
Downstairs, everyone jumped.
Jane looked up from her book.
“Oh dear.”
Felix smiled.
“Someone’s dying.”
Demetri nodded.
“Probably.”
⸻
“No one is dying,” Carlisle said immediately.
“No one is dying,” Esme repeated.
“No one is dying,” Edward added.
Upstairs—
Caius looked offended.
“He betrayed her.”
“Yes.”
“He made her cry.”
“Yes.”
“He breathed near her.”
“…Yes.”
Caius stood.
“I merely wish to speak.”
Everyone knew that phrase was dangerous.
Aro nodded.
“A discussion.”
Marcus, surprisingly, spoke.
“He has caused pain.”
“Exactly!” Aro cried.
“Which means consequences.”
You stared.
“Guys—”
Three heads turned toward you.
“Sweetheart?” Aro asked softly.
“You can’t kill him.”
Aro looked scandalized.
“Kill him?!”
Pause.
“Certainly not.”
Another pause.
“…Without consulting Carlisle.”
“Carlisle!”
⸻
Downstairs, Carlisle groaned.
Edward covered his face.
Esme tried not to laugh.
Rosalie smirked.
Emmett whispered:
“I kinda like them.”
⸻
Eventually, after much convincing, the kings agreed not to murder your ex-boyfriend.
Though Caius muttered something about “showing restraint.”
Then Marcus quietly reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You loved.”
You blinked.
“And being hurt for loving is nothing shameful.”
His voice was soft.
Ancient.
Gentle.
“It speaks well of you.”
More tears spilled down your cheeks.
Aro squeezed your hand.
“You are precious.”
“And foolish boys are plentiful,” Caius added.
“You deserve better.”
And somehow…
That made you cry harder.
Because they cared.
These three terrifying rulers who commanded nations.
Who inspired fear.
Who had lived thousands of years.
And they were comforting you over your first heartbreak.
⸻
Later that evening, after much coaxing, Aro insisted on movie night.
“You require healing.”
Caius complained about the television.
Marcus sat beside you on the couch.
Jane brought blankets.
Alec offered tea.
Felix arrived with snacks.
Demetri somehow found your favorite candy.
And soon the entire living room was chaos.
Emmett challenged Felix to arm wrestling.
Rosalie yelled at both of them.
Alice demanded everyone wear matching pajamas.
Edward was suffering.
Carlisle looked amused.
Esme looked happy.
And you—
For the first time all week—
Laughed.
The room went quiet.
Everyone turned.
Aro smiled warmly.
“There she is.”
Marcus’s lips curved slightly.
And Caius—
Caius, who frightened entire covens—
Reached over and handed you another cookie.
“There.”
You smiled.
“Thanks.”
He huffed.
“Naturally.”
And though he’d deny it for the next five centuries—
Caius stayed beside you for the rest of the night.
Because no foolish teenage boy was going to make one of his children cry and get away with it.
Not while she had an immortal army of overprotective vampires who loved her.
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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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