Welcome to my blog! I'm CC. This is my vampire sideblog, mostly dedicated to the Volturi and the Lost Boys.
My main blog is @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx where you can find my fanfics (all linked on my masterlist). I also repost the ones with vampires under the tag #my fanfics
The Volturi have their own tag , but also Demetri and Felix, and Caius. Here's the general Twilight one.
The Lost Boys also have one, plus Marko .
Spike from BTVS has one.
I also have a Aesthetic tag , and one for my Twilight OC Luci. If you're looking for Black swan, my own version of sister swan it's right here!
Could you do felix with a human reader who is scared of him at first because of how intimidating he is? i feel like the size difference + his personality would be SO interesting
Felix Volturi Size Difference Headcanons
• She first sees him in the Volturi throne room, he is towering over everyone. When his gaze lands on her, her heart practically stops. He is huge.
• She instinctively step behind with and Felix notices immediately and his lips twitch into the faintest smirk.
• He doesn’t approach right away. He lets her stew in the fear for days. Every time she turns a corner in Volterra or the castle, he is suddenly there — watching her.
• Her fear flatters him more than he will ever admit. He has spent centuries being admired or feared for his strength and now fact that she looks like she wants to disappear into the floor whenever he is near makes something possessive flicker in his chest.
• Felix starts small, leaving things for her, a book she was struggling to find in the Volturi library or a a warmer cloak for when she is shivering in the drafty castle halls. No
• He tones down the intimidation on purpose — but never fully hides it. He crouch slightly when speaking to her so he is not looming quite as much. Still, the size difference is impossible to ignore. When he stands at his full height besides her, her head barely reaches his chest.
• One night she is lost in the castle corridors after dark, and hears heavy footsteps, Felix appears, and instead of mocking her, he simply offers one massive hand, palm up. “I won’t bite.” he says, voice quieter than usual. “Not unless you ask nicely.” When she hesitates, he adds, almost gently, “You are safer with me than without me here, little one.”
• He starts calling her “little one,” “piccola” or “tesoro”
• Felix is naturally dominant and teasing. He enjoys watching her blush and stutter when he steps too close on purpose, testing how long she can hold eye contact before looking away.
• He finds her fear oddly endearing at first, then it starts bothering him. He doesn’t want her terrified of him forever.
• He is surprisingly patient once he decides she is his. Centuries of existence mean he doesn’t rush. He lets her set the pace of closeness.
• He can lift her with one arm without trying. The first time he does it she squeaks in surprise and he laughs — a real, warm sound that shocks you both.
• When he hugs her for the first time, her face presses against his sternum and his arms completely envelop her.
• He loves resting his chin on top of her head when she is close. It’s unconsciously possessive.
• Felix becomes fiercely protective. Other guards learn quickly not to tease her or get too close. He doesn’t bark orders — he just gives them one cold look and they back off.
• She slowly realize he has been courting her the entire time in his own way.
• The first time she reach for his hand on her own, he goes completely still. Then his huge fingers curl around hers with surprising gentleness.
• In private, he is surprisingly affectionate. He likes when she falls asleep against his chest — the ultimate trust after how scared she was at the beginning.
PLEASE please please PLEASE do felix headcanons where he falls for someone tiny and human and becomes insanely protective over them
Tiny human- Felix Volturi Headcanons
Felix is the muscle of the Volturi guard. He is a mountain of a vampire, completely built for destruction, and he spends his days ripping rogue immortals limb from limb.
Putting someone tiny, fragile, and human next to him? It absolutely breaks his brain.
He was terrified of her at first. Not because she is a threat, but because he genuinely thought he might accidentally snap her in half.
Watching her do normal human things—like stubbing ber toe or struggling to open a heavy door—makes his dead heart do backflips. It triggers a primal, overwhelming urge to just scoop her up and keep her in a box away from the world.
He is intensely aware of the physical contrast between you. His hands can completely cover hers. Her forehead barely reaches the middle of his chest. When he wraps his arms around her from behind, she completely disappear against him. He loves it, even if it scares him.
He hates leaving her alone in the castle while he is on missions. If he has to go out with Demetri or Alec to handle whatever, he will literally station lower-ranking guards outside her room with strict orders.
He carries her. A lot. He will pick her up like she weigh absolutely nothing, cradling her against his chest. She doesn’t even have to ask anymore; it’s just standard operating procedure.
When he hugs her, he has to consciously practice restraint. He leans his massive frame into her, burying his face in her hair or the crook of her neck, just breathing in her scent.
He is completely obsessed with how small she looks beneath him. During sex he will deliberately pin her wrists above her head with just one of his hands
random volturi headcanon: alec loves cats, especially black cats (because he knows what it's like to have a bad reputation and to suffer at the hands of superstitious humans) and once got into a fist fight with a group of older boys who were trying to drown one.
He ended up getting arrested (because he punched out a cop trying to break up the fight) and his "Uncle Arthur" had to pick him up from the local jail, looking at his "nephew" with a perfectly worried guardian face ("oh no! That doesn't sound like my Alec!!) but eyes that say this:
When Alec gets home, he gets another scolding about beating up the local yokels (again)...but that cat he saved keeps coming around.
Even though vampires terrify it.
Even though it can only be around him for a few moments before bolting off, that mangy black cat spends it's entire life in the gardens of Volterra, hissing demonically at anyone who comes near but allowing Alec close, even close enough to pet it. It lived far longer than it should have (nearly twenty-eight years), returned after a brief disappearance missing an eye, hated everyone and everything in sight, and was known in the city for biting priests, teenage boys, and elderly people with canes.
Minor pet peeve: Y'all really gotta start looking up when things are invented. I am SO happy about all the new fics in The Lost Boys fandom. Great writing, great characterization. Big fan. But oof. Guys.
There was no "putting someone on speaker". It was a landline, you either held the receiver up between the two of you, or someone picked up another receiver in the house.
Waterproof eyeliner? That was invented in 2006. 30 years after The Lost Boys.
It really only drives me wild because I was born prior to The Lost Boys coming out and I have very vivid memories of the early 90s and what life was like pre-internet and pre-cellphone.
The slang is also positively hilarious. "Cringe"??? No, that's a strictly 2020s word. People were "uncool", "weird", or the f-slur.
Fun 80s words that I distinctly remember actively being used by my older cousins: rad, gnarly, bogus, clutch, ditz, warped, to veg out, scarf down. There's a bunch out there. They just sound boring to 2026 ears because they've been around so long. They were new once.
Seriously, it's not a big deal. I just find it so funny reading 1987 vampires saying "Ugh, don't be cringe." Or someone just "looking something up". No babes, that involved a library, card catalogs, the dewey decimal system, and microfiche or microfilm. And a phone number? That was the yellow pages or the white pages. Boy was it not a good time if that book wasn't tied down to the payphone or if the pages you needed were ripped out. Best to have those numbers memorized.
Lestat or another from the Anne Rice bunch in full gothic vampire attire?
Ooh! As much as I love classic vampires, my brain associated the words Lestat and gothic and just… crashed. So instead of the elegant vampire outfit we all know, picture this: 80s Lestat in London, just full on Batcave goth. You’re welcome.
Fic thought: Platonic Bella x Paul in which they bond over being mad as hell. I guess you could also make it romantic but their bond should be thoroughly platonic first.
[Don't mind me violently projecting my issues onto Bella for a paragraph or two] Bella is struggling to deal with huge amounts of repressed rage from a childhood of being parentified by her mom and semi-ignored by her dad. I like to interpret *her walking alone at night in a town she doesn't know (that time she's almost assaulted in Port Angeles), getting together with edward, staying with him even though he's a vampire, staying with him after she's attacked by another vampire, wanting to stay with him when his own BROTHER attacks her, wandering around in the woods until she goes into shock after he dumps her, approaching those shady dudes when she's hanging out with jessica, buying and trying to ride her bike, and jumping off the cliff into the ocean* as a response to having to be so mature and responsible all her life. Like each of those acts had their own reasoning and intention behind it, but together they make up this long and painful spree of extreme exercises of freedom combined with the horror of losing your identity. All she has ever known is being her mom's caretaker and household manager. She can't be that anymore, so who the fuck is she now??? She doesn't know!! Maybe now she's supposed to be the kind of girl who dates a beautiful and scary freak who is weirdly into her? Maybe in life you can either be a Renee or a Bella and since she can't be Bella anymore she'll give being Renee a shot. Or maybe she's the kind of girl who risks her life doing reckless and impulsive things because there's no concerned parent to stop her? I almost see the more obviously harmful moments as at least partially motivated by resentment and spitefulness towards her parents (and edward too ig. Edward in some ways is a stand in for her parents). She's kind of stuck in this ugly limbo place where she feels like she can't accuse her parents of neglecting her because they obviously really do love her, but they aren't properly fulfilling their roles as parents and meeting her needs either. So she's attempts to do something so bad to herself that they have to notice and, at the very least, feel worried about her, but maybe even recognize how they've been neglecting her.
Paul, angry king, appreciates her spitefulness and erratic behavior and bonds with her over various less dangerous ways to express anger. Like maybe Jacob is freaking out about Bella and pleads with Paul like "You're angry all the time and yet you don't try to kill yourself semi regularly! Can you please get Bella to be like that too??" And Paul sighs loudly but a couple days later he brings one of his punching bags to Jacob's house and they hang it up in his garage. From then on Paul just happens to be training when Bella comes over to hang out with Jacob. Paul offers to teach her how to throw a punch safely when he catches her watching and it grows from there. Over a couple of weeks, they manage to shift Bella's focus from the motorcycles to self defense, paul by treating her normally instead of like a delicate but clumsy flower that needs to be protected as she's used to, Jacob by pretending to grow increasingly challenged and frustrated by fixing the bikes (he could have had them restored like new two weeks ago he's just making shit up about how he 'can't find the right parts' and he 'isn't familiar with this kind of engine' or whatever).
I think Paul has a variety of means to express his anger (exercise, art, cathartically angry music, patrols, harassing his friends, surfing, some form of martial arts or boxing). When summer comes around and it's too hot to stay in the garage he introduces her to some of them. Since this au kind of prevents the solo cliff jump and subsequent drowning from happening, maybe Edward shuffles his way back to forks and Bella a couple years later with his tail between his legs expecting to be welcomed back with open arms and instead she just socks him good then proceeds to yell at him for an hour. Paul, leaning back, smirking with pride like 'that's my girl'.
And THEN they fall in love. or maybe they're just besties.
I need to write about David being such a stinker, a little guy who loves to fuck with you, a stink weed who may or may not like to freak you out a little bit
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Oughhhhh David making the lamps and lights in your home flicker and pulse to let you know he’s there. David who will open the door and let it creak open to wordlessly let you know that he wishes to be invited in, because he likes to be “old fashioned”. David who appears in the darkness once you tell him he can come inside, not giving you any hint that he did so just so he can keep you dangling in anticipation.
David who wraps his arms around you with a loud greeting just to get your heart racing and to feel you jump. David who softly kisses your cheek to “apologize” for giving you such a fright♡
Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.
I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.
Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.
cw: yandere behavior, obsession, consensual smut, dark content, fast paced
summary: when reader comes with bella (her friend) to Italy, she encounters Felix who happens to be her mate. Unfortunately for her, he won't let her leave. So, she devised an escape plan.
The first time you had met Felix was months ago, unfortunately for you - he was your mate. More unfortunate events, he did not let you leave with the companions you came with. To top it all off, they didn't seem to care either simply leaving you behind as to not piss off the Volturi further.
Bunch of cowards.
Still, you planned an escape.
The first one was obviously the most ridiculous, one with any knowledge of vampires would never do. You had no knowledge other than Dracula, a once admired piece of work.
You never expected in a million years, that vampires were real and one of the strongest was obsessed with your very being.
It wasn't a cutesy type of obsession either. No, he was a very strict and scary man.
He had rules for you as you still remained human, but you doubted he would change them when he inevitably changes you.
One of the main two that he likes to point out consistently would be, 1. do not wander alone especially during feeding times and 2. do not try escape because he will find you.
So, after multiple failed attempts - all ending up with you back in your shared room with Felix, you decided that the perfect moment would be when he is sent away. You would play the perfect little human mate that he has determined you are, leaving him unknowing when the time to strike comes.
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Your moans echoed throughout the empty room and into the corridor outside. Perhaps the whole Volturi could hear your whines alongside felix whimpering of your name. It would have embarrassed you if it didn't feel so good to let out the pent up emotions.
Felix has you pinned against the wall, your legs wrapped around him as he thrusted in and out of you with too much speed for a human to take.
Suddenly, the doors swung open revealing a very amused Demetri. "Couldn't be any louder, could you sweetheart?" Demetri was asking you, but hardly cared for a response.
Felix was still thrusting into you, his eyes glazed over. "Leave us, demetri." He warned but his vision was still on your face as it involuntarily twisted with pleasure.
You truly had no need to cover yourself as Felix towering frame hid most of you, your face was the only thing that Demetri could see from the position.
"Fortunately for the rest of the castle, we have a mission. You can fuck your human later."
"I'll continue fucking her now, thank you." Felix eyed Demetri for a moment, his eyes returning to you - slowly looking down at himself entering you. A bulge in your stomach was evident and it was the final straw for him. He came inside you quickly, groaning into your neck before biting down on it. He pulled away with your blood running down his chin, his eyes closed momentarily as he drank the last bit in his mouth.
"Alright, come on. We haven't got all day." Demetri was still in the room, typical behavior from him. A smug look as Felix unpinned you from the wall, your legs that were previously wrapped around his waist now shook as he set you down.
Felix placed a small kiss on your forehead, your blood smeared on it from the remnants that he did not finish.
"I'll fill that sweet cunt again when I get back." He promised.
No, you will not. You knew better than to mutter that. This was the perfect time to escape them all before you became one of them.
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The escape was nearly perfect. It had been two whole days since you last saw any red eyes, despite being riddled with anxiety - you found yourself quite happy. You would not return to Forks, to those traitors - oh no, they can rot in hell.
Instead, you would venture elsewhere. Somewhere no one would find you, Japan perhaps?
Volturi has eyes everywhere though, so you would have to be quick and remain in the sunlight filled with people always.
Somewhere sunny would be a much better choice.
Texas.
You closed your eyes, drifting off to the thought of being free from every supernatural being.
You jolted awake at the feeling of moving, your eyes scanned around before nearly popping from your skull. Felix was holding you, bridal style, walking with Demetri.
"Felix?" You whisper-scream as you jumped from his grasp, one that he could have stopped but let you stand on your feet.
"Did you truly believe I didn't catch onto your little act, my love?" He questioned a small, mocking pout. You merely shook your head, no. He chuckled deeply, "Speak up, mouse."
He considered you prey. When you refused to answer, frozen in shock as his towering form seemed to instill fear in you as if you really were just a mouse - he continued.
"And why would you run away? Was I too rough earlier?" He asked if it truly hurt him that you wanted to leave the place that kept you locked away with beasts that could kill you in less than a second.
"I-, Just-" Your mind was not letting your mouth form any sentence whatsoever.
"You just?" He placed a kiss on your forehead, similar to the one he placed there two days ago. His absolute favorite thing to do. "My love, I don't know how much more clear I can be. You are never leaving me."
He rubbed his cold hands on yours arm, a feeble attempt to soothe you. "Is that understood?"
"...yes." You knew the answer came out too weak for his liking.
"What was that?"
He heard you. His vampiric hearing could let him hear what anyone whispered from miles away, he was doing this as a way to have power over you.
"Y-Yes." You finally spoke a little more clear.
"That's my girl."
Authors Note: Hello, this is all over the place because it was a last minute thought that I would never complete if I didn't write it now.
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