Little Things: The Volturi x Reader.
Felix loves how tiny you are compared to him! He is an absolute mountain of a man and, trust me, he knows it and he loves it…especially when it comes to you! You are his sweet, little darling barely comes up to his shoulders and damn, he just adores it.
Sweeping you into his arms, Felix holds you to his cold heart and laughs as you grumble.
Little fists pound against his chest, no more the tiny little taps, as you fight him. Peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses, Felix cuddles you close as he staggers about the bedroom, falling onto the bed and crashing down with a fit of laughter; his deep and wild and your own so soft. Felix kisses a trail of kisses up, up, up to your lips, grinning down at you.
“You know what I want.” He teases in an almost singing voice.
“Come on now, tesorina. If you want me to give you a kiss then you must play along.”
Rolling your pretty eyes and sighing loudly, you both know that you only pretend to be annoyed. It is a game that the two of you have so often played, he knows all of your little tells. Oh, yes, he can read you like a book! He can see that sweet smile pulling at the corner of your lips and the adoration in your eyes as you throw your arms around him and say exactly what he wants to hear, your voice so sweet to his ears.
“Oh, Felix! My darling! My hero! You’re so strong and terrible, oh, how I adore you.”
Laughing loudly, Felix’s lips crash into yours in a passionate kiss. And all at once you’ve lost yourself within him, forgetting about the world.
How he loves to tease you! But more then that, Felix loves knowing that he is big enough and strong enough to protect his eternal lover from any danger. That, he believes, is the best part about being as big as he is…being your protector.
Kissing you again and again, Felix has found that, despite his earlier beliefs, there is in fact something he enjoys more then blood and brutality:
Tesorina: little treasure.
Demetri often takes you dancing. The man loves to dance! Dem is a true romantic…flowers, candles, diamonds, and most of all, dancing.
Once a week, he takes you out.
He makes a big show of it, the both of you dressed to the nines (he looks so striking in his tux and, even better, he gets to show you off on his arm, a smug smile on his face) as you race into the night. Demetri takes you to the best restaurants, clubs, and parties in all of Italy.
“My Dionysus!” You whisper, pressing a kiss to his cold neck.
He chuckles softly, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it. All along your arm, Demetri kisses you and kisses you until he reaches your shoulder…your neck…and finally your lips.
Smiling against his kiss, your hands tangle in his long hair and Demetri sighs at your touch. The soft feeling of you is so sweet to him…if his heart could still beat, it would be wild for you! No one can play with him like you can, the vampire tugged by the tip of your fingertips like the strings of a harp. Pulling you along with him, Demetri takes you to the dance floor.
Together, as the music swells, you spin through the crowd.
Beneath the neon lights, your forms look so eerie and the little mortals watch in awe. You seemed to glow together, matching one another’s movements so perfectly.
Dancing the night away, Demetri ended the dance by dipping you low. Leaning over you, he smiled as he stole a deep, passionate kiss from your lips. The crowd melted away for a moment and it was only you and him.
Pulling away, Demetri took you by the hand once more and you ran off into the night, laughter ringing through the cold air. Drunk off of one another, you would dance again and again for all of eternity.
Heidi designs a wardrobe full of outfits for you. Oh, she loves to dress you up! You are her pretty little doll and of course you play along, allowing your vampire lover to dress and undress you. It’s one of her favorite things to do.
Sitting at the vanity, you watch her movements in the mirror.
Pale hands paint your makeup perfectly and fix your hair. Her handiwork is impeccable and you look perfect (“but you always look perfect,” Heidi insists). Taking your hand in hers, she leads you to the wardrobe and together you pick out everything.
The silk dress to match her own shoes and accessories and more.
Dressed in pitch black and drenched in diamonds and pearls, you wrap a sheer shawl around yourself and smile at your darling. Heidi, of course, is dressed in bloody, bloody red…her signature shade! The dress wraps around her voluptuous form tightly and her lips are painted red, black diamonds scattered across her neck.
“Liebling!” Heidi sings. “You look so lovely.”
She’s laughing and kissing you, red lips not even mussed a bit, as she pulls you into the rose garden.
There her camera awaits and Heidi spends the day taking photos of you (more then anything else) and the both of you together.
By the end of the night, the tow of you are naked in bed as you look through her photos, picking out the best ones. Her very favorites will be framed and placed upon the bedroom walls…every part of this room is covered in your love. Wherever she looks, Heidi can see you smiling and laughing, all dressed up in her fashion.
Rose petals lay tangled in the sheets.
Heidi sighs softly as you pull her close and kiss you with all of the love that you have, all of the love that she has dreamed of.
Jane always holds your hand. She very much needs to be close to those she loves, needing to hold you and touch you.
And because you know how important it is for her, you’re always there for her.
Taking her hand in yours and squeezing softly when her temper starts to flair up, rose red eyes flashing violently.
Playing with her blond curls, your fingers running through her hair as her head rests upon your heart. Pale fists clutch tightly to the skirts of your dress, refusing to ever let go, and you hold tight too, whispering softly in her ear.
“It’s alright, ma biche, I am here.”
Kissing you sweetly, it is no more then a peck around others (she can be quite shy) but so much more when alone. Jane can be rather passionate when she has the privacy to enjoy it, taking you in her cold embrace and losing herself in your lips. And you melt just for her, like snow in the sun, spending your days and nights so deeply in love!
But more then anything, she holds your hand.
When you walk together, Jane holds your hand in hers and pulls you close, whispering something in your ear.
As you run through the gardens, you hold on tight and pull her along, laughter ringing wildly through the night. And in her bedroom, you lay together on the carpet and hold onto onto one another, a song playing endlessly.
“Will you always be here?”
It seemed like such a silly question!
You were her mate, her one true darling, of course you would be with her always. But Jane had been through too much and needed you to assure her from time to time and you loved her enough to always tell her the truth:
Kissing her pale cheek sweetly, Jane smiled and closed her eyes, falling into the blissful love that was you.
Alec always makes you laugh. He was a rather wicked sense of humor and loves the sound of your laugh and goes out of his way to make you grin and giggle. It’s one of his very favorite things to do and he’ll happily spend eternity doing it!
Just the sound of his teasing tone has you smiling.
Glancing through the vacant library, placing the book you had been reading aside. Though you try to spot him between the shelves, you cannot manage it. He was so quick and so careful and you could not catch him.
Hurrying through the shelves, you can feel him racing behind you!
Like the wolf bounding after the innocent little lamb, Alec hurries after his prey..You are running, giggling with every step as your skirts fly behind you. He follows and the wolf pounces! Laughter shrieks through the quiet air as Alec flings himself at you, taking you down and tackling you onto an old red couch in one swift movement.
Struggling beneath him, Alec laughs and covers you in an array playful kisses, red eyes shining so brightly.
And you laugh too, throwing your arms around him and smiling up at your mate.
Kissing him softly, Alec takes a moment to enjoy the sweetness of your lips…and then he’s running through the shelves, grinning as you chase him and laugh and laugh all through the day. There is no sweeter sound to his ears. There is no better way to spend an eternity then this:
Laughing and playing with you.
Immortality may have had a terrible start but he has found the happiest of endings and the truest of loves!
Santiago brings you flowers. At least once a week, he brings you a bouquet of flowers, a little note tucked in the blooms.
Red roses (passion, true love), sweet alyssum (immortality), nemophila (you are my one and only), mallow (consumed by love), gardenia (sweet love), diphyleia (I will show my true self to you), red carnations (deep romantic love).
He’s quite fond of flower language.
Santiago will bring you flowers plucked from garden or bought from stands, tied together with ribbons of velvet or lace.
Sometimes he will hide flowers between the pages of your books or sneak up behind them to slip a little bloom into your hair. The cold touch of him makes you smile and sigh, his arms wrapping around you and holding you tight.
His garden is a place of worship.
Every seed planted, every sprout tenderly cared for, every flower that blooms is a for you! Santiago believes you to be a goddess and he is your most devoted worshiper.
Is there any sweeter way to spend an eternity? In a garden tucked into the far corners of the castle, Santiago cares for the gorgeous flowers he grows. Soon they will be pressed between love poems or woven into a crown, tied into a bouquet and left on your pillow. But for now they are not yer ready and Santiago happily tends to them.
The sound of your voice makes him smile and he turned as you embraced him.
Resting your cheek upon his shoulder, your hands wrapped around his chest and he placed his own hands over them, holding you close.
Slipping a flower in your hair, the sweet scent of it makes you smile. Jonquil…return my affection! Laying back on the emerald grass, Santiago held you close you just enjoyed this little Garden of Eden and his darling goddess.
P.S. There are no gifs of Santiago so I’ve chosen Chadwick to play him!
Marcus leaves you notes. He is a busy man and though he doesn’t want to be (if he could, he would spend his days and nights with you), Marcus often has to be away.
So he leaves you pieces of himself.
His handwriting is impossibly beautiful, neat calligraphy written in black or dark red ink. Scribbled on sturdy parchment and slipped into red envelopes, closed with wax seals, are the most lovely of love letters (look, he tried to be more modern for you but it didn’t work, he’s old fashioned and you love that about him).
“Cuore mio, I miss you already!
Your king has too many meetings today and I must attend…Aro’s orders. But though I will sit upon my throne, my thoughts and heart will be here with you.
Soon, I hope, we will be together again.
I want so much to hold you and kiss you! When I come to the tower, will you allow me to kiss you for every moment we have been apart?
Upon your shelf is a keepsake box, made of carved black wood and lined with red velvet. Inside are the many love letters he has written you, tied together with black lace. There are other little gifts within the envelopes…poetry, pressed flowers, little photographs!
Soon you will need another box for he will never stop confessing his love for you.
Sitting at his desk, Marcus smiles to himself as he writes you another note. It will be waiting for you when you return to your quarters, just another way he tells you that he loves you.
Aro spoils you like crazy. You are his dear little queen and must be treated as such (he says so and he’s the king which makes it law)! So anything you want is yours. There is nothing he enjoys so much then showering you with endless gifts.
Gowns, crowns, jewels, flowers, and more!
Anything you want, you may have.
Do you like to read? You have your own personal library, books overflowing on the shelves and a comfy couch tucked into the corner, a little desk beneath the window.
Or perhaps you prefer fashion? He builds you a dressing room with a massive wardrobe and a beautiful vanity, outfits and accessories lining velvet boxes, shoes racked together so neatly and your favorite beauty products as your hand,
Are you an artist? You will have paints, pencils, canvases, markers, sketchbooks, and more! Aro loves your artwork, from scribbled sketches to grand masterpieces.
In the end, no matter what you want, it is yours! He loves to surprise you, wrapping everything up in pretty little boxes and silken ribbons and watching as you open everything in delight. Or he will take you out on a midnight shopping trip, flying out far, far away and showing you off to the pathetic little mortals.
Oh, he just LOVES to spoil you!
Caius is soft for you and only you. The frightening vampire king is really quite proud of his reputation:
Terrifying, violent, and cruel!
He has worked very hard to show the world that he is a creature to be feared. But for you, his dear heart, for you he is so sweet and so soft. He lets you cuddle him and play with his hair and kiss him all over.
You are sitting upon his lap, arms wrapped around his shoulders and hands playing with his tangled curls. His shirts has long since been unbuttoned, lipstick prints left all over his pale chest. Sweetly kissing his neck and jaw, Caius leaned back and let you worship him, sighing at the perfection of your touch.
“Don’t tease,” he begs softly. “It’s terribly unfair of you, darling.”
“Oh?” You replied innocently. “Is it?”
“I’ve worked all day and thought of nothing but you! Can’t you do me this kindness and give me a kiss?”
Laughing beneath your breath, you look down at him with a playful smile. His red eyes silently beg and, leaning low, your lips just barely press against his…until something steals his attention. The door opens (without knocking!!) and a young guard freezes at the sight of you both. Moving swiftly, Caius rolls and pins you to the bed, hovering over your partially undressed form (yeah, that guy’s super dead) and hiding you from view. Hissing viciously, the sound is more monster then man and quickly the guard is gone, fleeing from view.
He’d deal with him later.
The second the door slams shut, Caius is relaxed and smiling once more, looking down at you with loving eyes.
“Are you alright?” You asked, tucking his blond curls behind his ears.
“I’m vexed,” Caius replied. “But that’s nothing you can’t fix!”
And he finally gets his kiss, lips crashing into yours and passion blooming like wildfire in his heart. Oh, there’s nothing sweeter then you! And he will be sweet too, only in secret…only for you.
