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Alec VolturiXReader 

This part 3 to “Why Don’t You Come In” and “You’re Full of Surprises” which are on my blog! 

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Getting to know Alec had been amazing. You learned he loved reading mystery crime novels, especially ones that talked about the supernatural. He loved knowing that humans, even in their clueless-ness, still knew that something mystical was out there in the unknown. He loved trials because he enjoyed justice. His view of what was punishable in the vampire world was different than yours. You had enjoyed hearing his thoughts, and Jane’s as she had chimed in several times. You knew these thoughts were molded by their creator, as your thoughts were molded by yours. 

Alec had gone as far as telling you about his short life as a human, something not even you had ventured into. He spoke about how his mother was a soft spoken woman who loved to sing hymns under her breath as she provided for him and Jane. He rambled one day about how much she enjoyed the wildflowers that grew in the field he and Jane would play in. He confided that Jane loved picking them for their mother. His eyes grew distant as he remembered what townsfolk in his village had done to his poor mother. You could see his obvious distress and it made your unbeating heart heavy for the immortal that sat in front of you. It hurt for the pain he suffered as just a young boy; while you were never the most popular, you were never an outcast quite like he was. 

After one of your movie nights that Felix forced you to participate in where he had chosen to watch the first three Harry Potter’s, Alec had gently guided you back to the library. The piano where you had truly made your first connection with your soulmate sat untouched from your last visit. 

“I’ve realized today that I’ve told you almost everything about my family,” His red eyes bore back into yours. Your eyes were different now that you had come to acclimate to Volturi's diet. He had made sure to tell you each day, in detail, how every inch of you was beautiful. It was truly touching. 

“What would you like to know?” Your concerned tone almost told Alec everything he needed to know. 

“Whatever you’d like to tell me,” He didn't break his gaze from yours telling you that it was alright to leave some messy parts out, for now. 

You thought back to the earliest memory you had. It was your seventh birthday, and like most little girls, you were Disney Princess obsessed. The party was small, both sets of grandparents, your sister, and your parents. Your mom had made an immaculate Cinderella castle cake, and as your little seven year old eyes looked around the room you knew you were loved. Things changed as your sister moved out when you were 13; the two of you became accidental strangers and never spoke. You were scared to even hug her when she visited, which were few days and far in between. You realized why she left as soon as you could when you were sixteen. Your whole family struggled with mental illness, and not one of you knew how to cope. So, you had turned to books, you let the pages of authors like Steinbeck, and more modern authors like Sparks take you away and forget about the real world for a while. In school, you found friends who were loyal, and cared for you. You were lucky to have them. They had convinced you to go to prom your junior year. It was fun, you recalled, you had danced the night away and sang your heart out. You remember it being the most beautiful you had felt in your human life. It was the one day you were truly satisfied with how your hair, makeup, and choice of outfit turned out.

If there was one thing you had regretted most about prom, it was staying at your friends house that night. You left in a rush the next morning in your less than reliable car. You were late for work, and your work clothes were at home. In your rush down the secluded part of your trek home, you had the unfortunate encounter with a rather large buck you were sure your father would have loved to have seen during hunting season. Sadly, your father would never see the buck, or you again. In return for taking his life, the buck seemed to have done his best to take yours. That's how Alice and Jasper had found you, in your vehicle whispering for help while in your head you were sure you were screaming. They decided then to trade your life for an immortal one and open their home to you. And the rest seemed to be the fate toying with you  immortal life strings as you figured out who you would be forever and if that would ever change. 

Your eyes grew distant as he had when speaking about his devoted mother, “Do you ever wish something different would have happened that day?” He inquired. 

“No,” You started meeting his gaze. You knew this was where you were meant to be. 

“Do you?” You pondered. You were unsure that anyone had ever asked him this question as his immortality and gifts became him so well. The magical world often forgot that Jane and Alec were once human as well. 

“No,” came his simple but powerful response. You could see in his eyes that he had long forgotten how it felt to be the very humans you two preyed upon, but then again, so had you. 

-Admin Magda 

(Once again, I AM SO sorry for my like 3 year absence from Tumblr!! I am back and taking Twilight and Harry Potter imagine request! Please feel free to message me with any thoughts, requests or questions! I do love hearing from everyone!!) 

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Are u still working on the Alec series or was Do you the last part to it?

I’m not really for sure at this time! If you all would like to see a part 4 or have an idea of where you’d like to see it go please message me!!

When I started with Why Don’t You Come In, I was just really trying to write Alec as I saw him. I never thought there’d be so much interest in it!

I am truly grateful!!!!

-Admin Magda

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Part 2 of “Why don’t you come in. We can talk” “You seem to be full of surprises” Time had passed since your first conversation with Alec. You had returned to Voltaire with them, and come to love Italy with all of your unbeating heart. You had grown to know each of the guard more and more with each passing day, and had came to know them as family in a sense. Felix was the older cousin who pulled your hair during family reunions; while Demitri was the younger cousin that liked to kick your shins any chance he got. Chelsea and Afton were the aunt and uncle that you could gossip with about basically anything. Surprisingly, Jane had grown rather found of you, the two of you had a mutual respect for each other now and knew that when either of you needed each other, the other person would be there. It wasn’t your typical friendship, but it was friendship none the less. The three kings became like grandfathers, whatever you asked, it was yours. They carried so much wisdom and knowledge with them that it absolutely blew your mind. You grew incredibly close with Caius to everyone’s surprise. You understood how angry he felt about being the least special of his coven, however you fully believed that his anger was a power in itself. Alec, to your dismay, was a little tricker than the rest. You two had developed the same respect you had for Jane; you also had progressed as far as holding hands once during a movie night where Felix picked IT to watch. You hated clowns and by natural instinct grabbed his hand; he interlaced his fingers with yours and neither of you let go. Alec had shown small affection that had definitely left you wanting more. The occasional peach rose left in your room, the beautiful dresses that randomly appeared in your closet, and your favorite of all, a small garnet pendant on a delicate chain of gold that had been left on your dresser. All of these were beautiful and appreciated, however you longed to know Alec. This lead to your conversation with Chelsea at a small park on a rather gray day. 
 “Have you talked to him?” She had offered. 
 “I barely see him,” you broke your gaze from the fountain you were sitting near. The area was beautiful, full of delicate flowers and twisted, green vines. 
 “Do you try to see him?” She turned to face you propping her arm on the back of the wood bench. Your face soured, you always believed that if someone wanted to be in your life that they would make an effort. Maybe Alec had the same philosophy. 
 “Uh huh,” Chelsea smiled up at you, “I knew I was right, go talk to him.” So you did, you tried, but your mate was proving to be very difficult. Any conversation topic you brought up was either met with a short answer or a confused stare. You tried to think of more things that would be great starters for the two of you; you even asked Jane at one point. You read countless classics, listened to operas, and even at one point you started dressing more formal than you usually did in your jeans and tee. Nothing seemed to grab his attention for more than a couple of minutes and if you would have been human your hair would’ve been falling out from the stress of it all. The stress was beginning to be too much for even your immortal body, making you more irritable and mentally drained than ever. This was noticed by Afton and was quickly mentioned to Chelsea. They found you that day curled in the corner of your room dry sobbing, your chest was rising and falling unnecessarily and fast. Afton had wrapped his arms around you in an attempted to calm you down; his attempt left you with a crazy look in your eye and a broken dresser. The pair had fled the room and didn’t return until hours later when your dry sobbing had ended. You had apologized to both for your behavior and you were met with nothing but lunderstanding. This morning you were itching for something to get your mind off Alec, and had asked Jane of all people to give you a tour of the castles library. It was breath taking, the dark cherry shelves held book older than than just about everyone except Aro himself, the room was spacious, but the most beautiful thing in the entire room was the stunning grand piano. It sat in a lowered part of the center of room and as you walked down the hardwood stairs your heels clapped as if anticipation. You stood in front of the stool and gingerly touched the white keys as if they may snap. “You can play if you would like,” a strong voice sounded from behind you. Your form snapped around to find just the person you’d been avoiding. You stared at him like a deer in headlights. He smirked knowing he had caught you off guard. “Chelsea may have mentioned something to me about how you use to love to play with Edward,” he offered a small smile, “I’d like to hear you play.” You turned and slowly took a seat in front of the beautiful master piece. Your fingers easily slid out the notes to Für Elise, something simple, but you knew it well. You felt your self slowly getting lost in what you were playing; this was the most relaxed you had been in months. When you had finished a smooth had trailed across your shoulder; you jumped at his touch and then again when he sat down next to you. “That was beautiful to watch,” he studied your face as you continued to to stare ahead. You broke your gaze to study his face and drink in the longest you had ever gotten to stare at him, “thank you.” 
 Your voice was small and barely filled the room but you knew he had heard you. “I’m afraid I owe you an apology; Jane pointed out to me that I have been ignoring your attempts to get to know me. In fact she mentioned how she knew you better than I did and she was the one who first hated you. I feel as if I know you better than you know me since every time you try to talk to me you share a glimpse of yourself. I’d like to know all of you; if you would give me the chance,” the sincerity in his eyes shook you to your core. He had been so distant, but he had been listening. You had shared with him your favorite books, music, stories, you basically had told him everything you thought he would want to know in an attempt to make conversation with him. Maybe he had been drinking you in as much as you had tried to drink him in. 
 “You seem to be full of surprises, Alec Volturi,” you softly smiled at how vulnerable he looked in this very moment,“I love for you to know all of me, if you’re willing to share all of you with me.” 
 “Consider it a done deal,” he softly smiled again. 
-Admin Magda (Once again this is way over due and I’m very sorry for that! I definitely can see this going at least to part 3 but I want to know what you all think??? Feed back is always welcome and request are open!!! Much love 💕)

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Alec X Reader Drabble 

 “I’m getting real sick and tired of your sass” It was on a rare occasion that Alec was the cause of your annoyance; today however he had really gotten underneath your skin. Your fist was clenched so tight that you could’ve sworn your bones were going to pop out through your skin. Alec had apparently decided to leave his filter in his room and was gushing out horrible word vomit. 

“Remind me again why we’re friends,” you snapped, glaring at him. 

 “Because if we weren’t friends you wouldn’t have any friends,” he snarked back. Your face set into a permanent scowl as Alec rambled on about some 18th century shit you could care less about.

 “I really don’t care, Alec!” You practically screamed at him. 

 “You know, (Y/N),” he cleared his throat, “what was it you said to Chelsea the other day, oh yes, ‘I’m getting real sick and tired of your sass’” he put on his best impression of you. You jaw fell open and then quickly shut in rage as you made a loud noise of frustration at him. Smacking your hands down on your thighs you strode away from him in a fluster of flurry making a mental note to slap him later.  

-Admin Magda (Hey guys! I’m going to try to upload a full one shot hopefully by Saturday! If you have any request or ideas or feedback please feel free to message us!)

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Your time in Rome had been nothing but stressful; rouge vampires decided just to make your immortal life miserable and draw you away from home for more than two months. You missed Voltaire and you longed for your mate, Aro. Most questioned your relationship with the king simply because you were complete opposite of him. You showed compassion where he did not and most of your sanity was still in tact. When you arrived back in Italy you were greeted by the twins who both spared a small grin at you. You hadn’t been with Aro when he took interest in the pair, but you knew their story very well and treated them with the respect they both deserved. You had came to Aro in the early 1800’s, when you all about died from a fever. He had found you however and made you his forever. You craved for your mate, it had felt like a century since you’d been away from him. When you finally pushed open the castle doors and made your way down the hall your unbeating heart all about soared. You quickened your step and threw the throne room doors open to find all three kings engrossed in a book. Aro’s head snapped your direction and a beautiful smile came across his face.

 “il mio amore! You have returned to me!” He exclaimed appearing infront of you in a second.

 “Like always,” you beamed up at him as he cupped your face and drank in your soft features.

 “Come tell me about Rome, my queen,” he lead you by the hand to his throne. He perched you on his lap,“ I feel as if we have much to discuss.” 

 -admin Magda (SO ITS BEEN FOREVER BUT WERE BACK! I am so so so very sorry to all of you; we both got so busy with school, work and various other things we just didn’t have time to write! I hope you all enjoyed this small Drabble that I will expand on as I get time! Please feel free to give feedback or give request! Love you all so much!)

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“Why don’t you come in? We can talk.” 
AlecXReader 

 You were the youngest and newest Cullen Clan member. Alice had seen you and from there her and Jasper set off to find you. When you returned with them you were met with nothing, but love and affection from your new family. Growing particularly close with Carlisle you had heard all the stories of the Volturi and of his time with them. They interested you and terrified you all at the same time. You emphasized with the twins most and understood what made them so cynical as vampires. That’s why when you heard they were coming for a visit you made sure to be as polite and well-behaved as you could be. Your first impression when Aro walked through the door was “Woah I wish my hair was a silky as his,” which needless to say earned a slight smile from Edward. Cauis looked exactly as he had been described to you, perpetually pissed off. Marcus seemed to have no interest in why they were there and what was going on, and you couldn’t blame him. Felix was the next you noticed, he loomed at least a foot and a half taller than you and had a physique similar to Emmett. You bet that would be one heck of a fight if it ever came down to it. Next to Felix stood a shorter man who you recognized to be Demetri, Amun had spoke of him the last time Carlisle and you had visited Egypt. You knew the capability of his power and found it absolutely fascinating. A girl about three inches shorter than you glided up to Aro’s right side. This was her. This was Jane. She looked different than you had imagined. Her hair was pulled back into her signature bun and her red eyes scanned the room several times every minute, as if she was ready to drop someone at any moment. Her cheekbones were sharply defined and her lips were thinner than yours. She made eye contact with you and you immediately dropped your gaze to your painted nails and started to chip off the gray and red paint. You only looked up again when her burning gaze left your body. 

When you looked up a boy had moved to Aro’s left side. You almost took a sharp intake of breath but quickly regained yourself. This was Alec. He stood with his shoulders square to make him look broader and his feet shoulder with apart. His face alone was beautiful, much like his sister his cheekbones were high and defined, but his lips were plumper. His red eyes glittered under fine, thick lashes, indicating they had fed recently. His dark hair was sweeped the side and it framed his face nicely. His hands were clasped behind him beneath his cloak and his arms rippled every minute or two showing that he was clenching his fist. You heard someone clear their throat and your head snapped in their direction. 


“Aro, this is Y/N, the newest member to our clan,” Carlisle spoke giving you a soft smile as you looked Aro in the eyes giving what you hoped looked like a welcoming smile. 


“Y/N, what a lovely name for a lovely young lady” Aro spoke taking tow strides forwards and grasping your hand. 


“Tha-” you didn’t get to finished before your human life flashed before your eyes as Aro saw it. Your first day of school, your first crush, your best friend, your prom dresses, your car, your parents, your siblings, the car wreck that you “died” in, he saw all of it and you had never felt more vulnerable in your existence. 


“What an extremely ordinary life you had, Y/N,” Aro commented striding backwards to his spot between Alec and Jane. 


“I-Um-thank you, I guess,” you stuttered trying to regain composure. Aro gave off a light laugh before Marcus stuck out his hand to him. Aro quickly grabbed for it pushing Alec back slightly, as if what Marcus was offering him better than the blood he craved. Not seconds later Aro’s loud maniacal laugh filled the kitchen where the clan’s were gathered. Edward was beside you in seconds in a defensive stance 


“No, I will not let my baby sister be mated to him,” Edward hissed. 


“What is it Aro,” Carlisle said calmly, as if he already knew the answer to his own question. 


“Miss Y/N here, is Alec’s mate, dear friend,” Aro said dreamily like, as if he had hoped for this very day. My mouth fell slightly agape as I made eye contact with Alec who hadn’t even broke composure. He was stoic, he showed no shock as I did. Jane, however, looked as if she was ready to burn me right then and there. 


“No,” Emmett growled and moved to stand by Edward in front of me, “Out little sister isn’t about to be mated with a Volturi guard.” 


“Your ‘little sister’ has no choice, fools,” Cauis spat, looking for a fight. Emmett growled and started to move forward. You grabbed his arm and attempted to hold him back as Felix moved forward. You had bet that a fight between the two would be a good fight, but you did not want it to be over you. 


“He is right, Emmett, you have no say and neither do Alec or I. I’m sure if he had a choice he would chose different,” you pleaded with your brother. Fortunately, Emmett backed down and so did Felix, but the tension still stuck in hot and heavy in the air. 


“May we stay a few days, Carlisle. So the new mates may get to know each other before she comes back to Voltaire with us,” Aro smiled as if the encounter between Emmett and Felix hadn’t even happened. 


“Of course,” Carlisle nodded much to your horror. Yes, Alec was beautiful, but did you want to be mated to him? You weren’t for sure, he put you on edge, they all did. 
The days went on and you didn’t even speak with Alec. Yes you two had your fair share of state downs as you tried to find the right words to say to him. What do you say to him? “Oh hey my names Y/N, nice to finally meet the guy I’ll be with for the rest of my immortal life,” some how you didn’t think that would quite cut it. Jane had been staring you down every time she saw you. You understood why, she feels like you’re going to take away her brother and he’ll not have anytime for her anymore. You understood where she was coming from, but it was seriously making you panic that she would light you on fire if you turned your back to her. You decided enough was enough and it was finally time to talk to Alec and maybe Jane if she was with him at the time, so there you stood in front of the white oak door with your hand raised ready to knock. You debated for several minutes before lowering your hand and moving to back away. Right as you did though the door swung open. 


“I’ve been waiting for you to knock, but seeing as you never did, why don’t you come in? We can talk,” he spoke smoothly. 


“Uh, sure,” if you would have been human your face would have been redder than that really bad sunburn you got when you went to the beach for spring break one year and didn’t wear sunscreen the whole week. 


“My sister feels as if you are going to take me away from her,” he bluntly stated closing the door behind him. 


“I promise you that won’t happen, I know how much the two of you mean to each other,” you say hugging your arms to your chest and turning to face him. You fiddle with the ends of your long sleeve shirt as you waited for a response. 


“Good. As long as you know my sister will be a priority over you,” he was very cold. 


“I know, I am sorry. I know you don’t want to be mated to me. I’m in no way pretty and by no means special. I don’t even have a power,” you apologize lowering your gaze from his. 


“You are very pretty, Y/N. Please do not think otherwise. And you are special. Well now you are. You’re the mate to one of the witch twins. You will be respected because others will be afraid to disrespect you because you are mine,” his slender fingers wrap under your chin and lift your face to look at him. 


“No matter what you may believe Y/N, I do want you and I believe with time we can learn to love each other. For now though, no I don’t love you, but you are mine.” 

 -Admin Magda 
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BjornXReader "I better leave now" (WARNING: if you haven't seen Season 4 there are spoilers!) “Bjorn?” I called my voice carrying through the small house we called home. It was cozy and for the two of us it had been perfect. When I received no answers I wondered into the small bedroom where I found him. His head was buried into his large hands and his body shook. His broad shoulders were still wrapped in the furs from the morning and he looked like he had not moved in hours. “Bjorn,” I called, softly this time, as if he were a bear I didn’t dare disturb. His hands fell to his lap and he clasped them together abruptly. “What,” he spat his face lifting to look at mine, he was red with anger or maybe even sadness, and his body still shook. I started at him in shock, my mouth slightly agape. “Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to say what you came here to?” He spouted angrily again. I shook my head trying to shake off his foulness with me,” I came to check on you. Margrethe told me what had happened.” “Magrethe told you, what exactly did she tell you? Hmm, that my father was murdered by a man he trusted? That he was thrown in a pit of snakes, hmmm? Let me guess, she told you how long he suffered too?” He yelled, he was spitting in my face with every word, but I dared not to flinch. “Magrethe just told me what Ivar had said,” I whispered trying not to anger him further. He shot me a glare and stood, quickly brushing past me to the petite kitchen with quick steps. I took a deep shaky breath and turned to follow him. He stood in the kitchen with his back to me, the discarded furs were draped over a chair and he had obviously knocked over a few of the many pots in the room. I stood in the doorway trying to find the words to say. “Bjorn,” my voice barely audible. “ WHAT!” he screamed throwing the tankard he held straight at me. I quickly moved out of its way. I felt hot tears run down my face as my body shook in fear. “I better leave now,” I decided quickly. I rushed for the door grabbed my furs from the sitting room. I could hear his large strides behind me as I approached the door. Grasping the cold handle and yanking the door open, I almost made it out. His sturdy hand quickly slammed the door shut and his burly body trapped me face first against the door. “(Y/N), “ Bjorn whispered against my neck. “Yes,” I questioned back, my eyes stinging with fresh tears. His breath was heavy and hot against my skin. “Stay,” he slumped his shoulders and backed up off of me letting me turn to face him, his hand never moved from the door. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, salty tears continued to pour as I looked up at him. “I am sorry,” he stated, the regret clear in his face. “It is alright,” I managed to stammer out. “No, it is not, I scared you all because I was upset,” he retorted. “Bjorn, you’ve just lost your father, I should have been more understanding,” I cooed my hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. The tears came slower now, no longer in fear, but for Bjorn and his brothers. I pulled him closer into an embrace, he wrapped his arms around me tightly and buried his face into my neck. “Please stay,” he murmured against my shoulder. “I will always stay, Bjorn. I love you.” I tightened my hold on his shoulders. “And I love you, (Y/N).” -Admin Magda (Feedback is always welcome! Request are open!)

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HvitserkXReader "How much wine did YOU just had?" "Let's dance, right now." Celebrations in Kattegat were not uncommon, but this certain celebration seemed to be more lively than the others. Ale and wine were continuously passed around; laughter and sounds of dancing filled the room as I searched for my soon to be husband. Seeing a familiar face I drunkenly stumbled over. "Ubbe!" I giggled, "Where is Hvitserk?" "How much wine have you had, (Y/N)" Ubbe chuckled. "How much wine did YOU just had?" I raised my eyebrows. A pair of strong arms wrapped around my middle,"I surely hope I just heard that right," Hvitserk chuckled in my ear. "HUSBAND!" I yelled turning and throwing my arms around him in an embrace. He chuckled and slightly lifted me off my feet. My eyes lit up as I took his hands in mine, "Let's go dance, right now." "If you wish to my love," he smiled. I grabbed his hands and rushed to the dance floor. He spun me and we twirled until we were one of the few people left in the hall. My drunken high had began to ware off and my feet had began to ache. Hvitserk pulled me to his chest,"Let's go home, min skjønnhet." -Admin Magda (I hope everyone liked it! Feed back is always welcome and request are open!)