My headcanon for Movies!Jane and Movies!Alec is that in the movies they were around 18/19 where Aro found them and turned them. In the books they were 12/13 when Aro turned them, but in the movies it's clear that they were older when it happened.
Many of the characters' ages are different in the movies. For example, in the books Marcus was 19 when Aro turned him, but in the movies it's clear that he was way older when he was turned.
Also, friendly reminder that in the Twilight lore it's canon that vampires stop aging not only physically but also mentally. Source:
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A/N: This is a second part to this for the women’s pride. @alecvolturiswifeforever surprise, have the cherry on top! 🫶🏻 I hope it feels very intimate and clumsy.
Summary: Jane and her mate are trying it for the first time together.
Words: over 1k for sure / Warnings: soft smut
It took you over a year to reach a bond nearly equally strong to what she shared with her brother.
You and Jane realised quickly after your transformation there was an energy between you. A potential for a bond between you.
It started with a date in the gardens of the Volturi. Another date there. Walks through halls. More dates in the libraries and at the training grounds. Eventually you showed each other the chambers where you lived. And eventually you shared a real kiss.
Hands that first were held in private. Kisses given when no one looked. Every guard knew already of course. But Jane was very private and possessive. It took you months to feel comfortable showing your bond to the rest of the coven.
You loved Jane.
She was beautiful, sweet, intelligent and kind if she wanted to be. The kindness was mostly shown towards you and her brother, and occasionally to their closest guards Demetri, Felix and Heidi. She was the leader of the missions. The deciding factor when they had to make important choices out there.
You always waited for her. With no gift of your own and just grown past your newborn tendencies, it was important for you to stay at home.
Today Jane asked you to spend time with her in her room again.
“Are you okay? You seem.. nervous?”
She pinched her nose. Sitting next to you on her bed. She didn’t like it when people saw she was nervous sometimes but her brother and you, as her mate, were allowed to see and speak on it. Jane wore a loose black dress. Her hair free which was rare.
“I wish to take it further,” she whispered. She looked a little annoyed when you answered with confusion.
You gasped when she kissed you.
You quickly answered her kiss. Placing your hand on her side.
“You want to-“ you smiled, “have sex?”
Jane furrowed her brows, “yes. Do you?”
You bit your lip, unable to stop smiling, “I would love to try. I have never done it before. Have you?”
She looked at your face, “I have not.”
You gasped again when she pushed you to lay on her bed. She sat down on your abdomen, her dress pooling around her.
“Is this okay for you?”
“It is,” you giggled. You placed your hands on her hips, “is this?”
Jane smiled, “it is.”
She leant forward to kiss your lips. You kissed each other fervently, exploring each other’s mouths. You tried to caress her sides, raking your nails over clothed skin. The shudders she let out made you think she liked it. In turn Jane rested a hand on your stomach, her nails raking through your fabric. You could feel her hand reaching for the fabric tightly bound around your chest. You both wore dresses that were laced together with a tight knot at the front. These dresses were officially undergarments. The Volturi were famous for respecting old fashion.
“Can I open it?” She asked as she pulled away from your lips. Jane looked at the knots.
“We can undress each other,” you agreed excitedly.
There was something very intimate about this act. You grew flustered at the thought of Jane seeing you naked in a few seconds. She gently pulled them out of your dress, loosening the fabric around your waist and chest.
The fabric started to pool around your body. The knots were untied. You looked up at Jane, her dress was still tight. Her pupils were dark, you imagined yours were just as wide blown. You loved her so much. You would do anything for her.
She held the fabric in her hands, her knuckles touching your skin already.
“Can I?”
You nodded.
She pulled the fabric aside. Your stomach, waist and breasts now visible to her.
You opened your lips in focus, watching her place her hands on your stomach. Jane raised them slowly, exploring your skin until she touched your breasts. You gasped when she palmed them, squeezing them carefully. Her fingers touched your nipples and you quickly let out a tiny moan.
“That feels nice?” She asked. She looked excited, you thought.
“Yes,” you stared at her dress.
“Your skin is very soft,” Jane said. She pinched your nipples, watching your reactions.
“Can I undress you too now?”
She giggled, “yes.”
You both were flustered and in awe. This is a day you would never forget.
Sitting up, you grabbed the black fabric of her dress. Hers had the same knots as yours.
Jane squeezed your breasts as you slowly untied her dress. She grew bolder, pinching you a few times to distract you.
You did it back by kissing her jaw.
“Oh,” she moaned.
You knew her weak spots well. She loved it when you kissed her neck.
Just as she was distracted enough, you used your strength and the power of surprise to turn her and place her on her back. You straddled her middle.
Jane giggled, immediately placing her hands on your stomach.
You grabbed your own dress and took it off completely. Quickly returning to untying her knots.
“You are naked,” she smirked.
“You too soon,” you smiled. With her permission you opened her dress as well, revealing her stomach and breasts in the same way.
You let your hands rest on her stomach and slid it upward until you cupped her breasts. You squeezed them as well, giggling when Jane let out a gasp as well.
“I wonder,” you whispered.
“What?”
You leant forward to kiss her neck. She moaned when you nibbled at her skin there. Her hands flew to your hair, arms around your neck.
“Oh,” she moaned again when you peppered kisses down her throat.
You were right. She was sensitive. You kissed the valley between her breasts and gave her breasts soft kisses too.
You looked up cheekily, “was that good?”
Jane sighed with a smile, “very. Can you, ehm-“
“Pinch your nipples too?”
“Yes.”
You heard rumors of how to please each other. Mostly from and about Heidi and Demetri. Instead of using your hand like she did, you put your lips around a nipple and gently squeezed it. Jane let out a whine and you tried to lick it too, suck it.
“Keep going,” she demanded between her sighs.
You grew a little more confident, using more force. You pulled at it with your lips, using your hand to pinch the other. She quickly started gasping.
“I am-“ she breathed.
“Should I keep going now?”
“Yes please.”
She pulled at your hair while you nibbled at her chest. You were both very sensitive. She locked your between her legs as she came.
It took her some time to come down from the orgasm. You watched her face closely. You kissed her chest once more afterwards and it made her whine.
“Did that feel good?”
She cupped your cheeks, “yes.”
“Are you?” You dared to look down.
“I am wet,” she smirked, her otherwise perfectly combed hair looked messy now. She looked so good.
“I think I am too,” you whispered.
“Can I see?”
You both sat up. Jane took off her dress as well and you looked at each other in this state. Both fully naked. You were completely comfortable with each other.
You opened your legs slightly, a little embarrassed for how wet you got when you helped her through her orgasm.
Jane inched closer. Her right hand resting on your knee.
“You are very wet.” She sniffed the air, “I can smell it.”
“I smell you too,” you giggled. You leant forward to kiss her, she kissed you back.
You both grew more confident in your touches. Hands groping each other’s skin, nails raking over legs and arms, breasts squeezes and throats nibbled on.
“It is your turn to come too,” she kissed your cheek after a while.
“Okay,” you breathed.
“Can I touch you down there?”
You nodded, giggling nervously when she kissed your cheek again while you felt her hand dipping below your middle.
You gasped when her fingertips touched your clit. She grew a little bolder, rubbing over it.
“Jane,” you moaned.
“Lay down,” she instructed.
You did as she said. You admired her as she focused on your pleasure. She was really beautiful, her focused gaze adorable. You started gasping when she pushed her fingers through your folds.
“Can I finger you?”
“Fuck.”
She smirked, “is that a yes?”
“Yeah, you- you can do what you want.”
Her smirk intensified, she pushed one finger inside you. Waiting for your reaction.
You gasped, bucking your hips when she added a second.
“You are sensitive too,” she commented.
“I didn’t know,” you whined when she slowly started thrusting her fingers in and out of you.
“I don’t know what I am doing. Is this nice?”
You nodded, “please, keep going.”
“Okay.”
You gasped when she went a little faster. Jane furrowed her brows, and you noticed she placed her other hand above your clit.
Oh.
You bucked your hips again. That was good. She rubbed your clit too. You could feel your orgasm coming. Had it felt before with masturbations. It would arrive fast.
“Jane,” you whimpered.
“Are you coming?”
You let out a choked “yes” right before you came. It became too much so soon. She stopped fingering you quickly after.
“I like having sex,” she said.
You giggled at the realization you both had come already.
“I like trying it with you,” you answered.
“Yes,” she smiled, “before you I was never interested.”
“Not even when you, eh, heard the others doing it?”
“Demetri and Heidi, you mean?” She rolled her eyes. “I mean, I listened sometimes. Everyone did.”
“There are more things we can try,” you bit your lip. “They are good examples. We could ask Heidi for tips.”
Jane grew flustered, “yes. But let’s not tell Demetri. His ego would explode.”
You sat up to kiss her hand. “Agreed,” you whispered with a smile. “You want to cuddle?”
She pushed you on your back again, moving her body so she laid down next to you. Her head resting on your shoulder.
“We should clean ourselves up,” she whispered.
“Soon,” you whispered back. “I like this for now.”
You both grabbed the blanket from her bed. Crawling underneath it for comfort.
“I am happy you found me.”
“Me too,” she smiled. “You are mine.”
You loved when she showed her possessiveness.
“I am yours,” you whispered.
“I have duty soon. Do this again tomorrow?”
“Yes, that would be fun.”
You both started giggling at the prospect of trying again tomorrow.
Alec immediately pulled you into his arms as soon as you shot awake, the unnatural rhythm of your heartbeat and the tears that instantly began streaming down your cheeks shocking his instincts into action.
“I’ve got you- I have you, sweetface it’s okay…”
Blonde hair peeked around from the doorframe as Jane popped her head around the bathroom door, the near fluorescent light bouncing from the tiles and filtering into the bed chamber. Jane was freshly dressed in pyjamas (merely for the sake of your comfort, most definitely not hers) with her hair wrapped in a towel and skin shining with all of the unneeded creams and serums she desired to put on, “What’s happening here?”
Alec looked towards his sister, pulling you closer to stroke at your hair and gently rock you to and fro.
“I think it was a nightmare.”
A hiccup in your sobs had the vampire looking down at you and you tilted your head to press your face into his chest as much as you physically could.
Jane was abrupt in her comfort, “You know nightmares can’t hurt you.”
Alec frowned, wrapping his arms around you in a way that he wasn’t shielding your face.
“Jane.”
She pulled an exasperated face at him, however with a sigh she dropped the item resting in her palm. Abandoning her nightly ritual, Jane made her way over to you both, tugging at the sheets that had wrapped around your legs to untangle them and give you some space to breathe. She kneeled on the mattress, gently reaching a gentle hand to brush the hair back from your sticky forehead.
Her voice was uncharacteristically soft as she called for your attention.
“My Y/N…”
Your eyes drifted to the blonde, who was cooing at your tearful eyes and pulling you from her brother’s arms into her own. A fresh wave of tears washed over you at the scent of her, lavender and wild rose intermixed with the clean scent of the lotion she had just put on. Alec couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled his chest - the territorial feeling of his mate in potential danger overriding the rational side of his brain. His sister simply tutted at him as if she were scolding a child, brushing him off and giving you her full attention.
Their bickering was oddly comforting, the normality of it distracting your brain enough to calm your sobs.
She pressed a soft kiss to your hairline, and began to rock you back and forth, just as her twin had. “It’s a good thing Alec likes to watch you sleep, isn’t it doll?”
At the mere mention of his name, you reached out for your other mate who shuffled closer and brushed his fingertips soothingly over your back. “It’s okay, mia amore. We’re both here.”
Mumbling in agreement, your body calmed itself to silent weeps and gentle whimpers. Alec noticed when your face scrunched up.
“It was only a dream, sweetface.” You hummed in response, a shaky breath in and out regulating the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No, it just- it felt so real.” A soft, broken hum echoed between the three of you, “I think that’s why it’s scaring me.”
Jane pressed another kiss to your hairline, repeating her brothers words, “Only a dream.”
They let a few silent moments drift past, and the silence intermingled with the small acts of comfort they bestowed on you had your eyelids falling heavy.
“Try and go back to sleep, darling.”
“But I-“
You were shushed instantly, their reassurance hitting you hard in the chest. “We will be here if you have another.”
Settling down, both your mates held you. A cuddle puddle of entangled limbs allowing you to seek shelter.
Whatever they had encouraged must have worked.
When you returned to dream land the darkness no longer frightened you, for the sleep that finally returned to you was gentle.
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Burning sensation
Pairing: aged up Jane x fem!reader
A/N: Aaah happy pridee ❤️ First fic for the women’s pride. I hope you like it, it has been a while I wrote for her! This is written on my phone 🫶🏻
Warnings: none, it’s fluffy
It was not really clear to you why you were part of this world now, this coven, this fortress. You were certain you were destined to be the meal of one those guards. A memory that started to fade as no one really knew your identity, who you were before you became one of them.
However, the guards were kind to you. The high guards and the masters at least. Lower guards seemed to avoid you, almost as if they were afraid of you. You did not understand. Was it because you were a newborn? Your strength would be increased in the first few months, they explained. But when Demetri trained you for the first time, you were not a match for him. Felix and Demetri spoke to you as if you were their younger sister now. They explained everything to you.
And then you had the twins. Alec looked at you with fondness, curiosity and slight hostility at the same time. He seemed to take his distance from you, only ever coming close whenever his sister was around.
She talked to you only a few times. Giving you orders or asking how you were faring here. When she was looking at you, you felt like you were burning again. The same way you felt when the venom was spreading through your body during your transformation. That memory was unpleasant, the burning you felt around her was the most opposite. It was the kind of burning you wanted to feel at all times. You craved it.
Jane was her name.
She was slightly shorter than you. Wore her blonde hair in pretty hairstyles, usually in a braid tied with a pin or a loose braid with a red bowtie. She used eyeliner everyday, it was expertly done. The dresses she wore were pretty: always black with dark purple or burgundy details.
Today she wore a loose dress with a belt around her middle. Her hair was loose as well. It suited her, you thought. She was off duty. She looked at you again when you tried to listen to Felix about a training session. You could feel her gaze and it made you glad you couldn’t blush visibly anymore. Except Felix was very capable of noticing the shift in your attention.
“You are off duty, little one.” He smirked.
You looked at Jane the moment you couldn’t feel her gaze anymore. She was talking to her brother, a few metres away from you.
Felix poked you, causing you to jumpscare. His smirk grew as you glared at him, “you are staring.”
“I-“ you grew flustered. Jane moved closer, you noticed. “Jane,” you addressed her politely.
She nodded, giving you a smile. Then she looked at Felix, squinting her eyes.
“I will leave the two of you alone,” Felix could barely stop smirking.
You were not sure if you were comfortable alone with her. That burning sensation was there again. You gulped. She was so pretty. Slightly intimidating too. You knew of her gift. Saw it firsthand a few days ago when she was angry with Demetri and a lower guard. Jane used her gift whenever she thought it was necessary.
“Have you seen the gardens?” Her voice soft today. She pursed her lips, fiddling with her hands.
You tried to sound confident, “I have not. I am too young, they said.”
“I will keep an eye on you. Just don’t touch anything.” She smiled carefully, turning around for you to follow her.
It was quiet as you walked towards the gardens together. You had seen it a few times through windows. The masters had tasked a few lower guards with upkeeping the gardens. Several flowers, ancient trees and pathways were kept neatly and carefully. It was available to anyone capable of holding themselves back. Newborns were therefore not allowed unless guided by a high guard. You were nervous. You had not spent alone time with Jane before.
There was only one moment before now that was ingrained in your memory. A few days after your transformation when Heidi tried out a few dresses on you. Jane and Corin joined the session silently, just watching. You had noticed her smiles and stares. At some point Heidi was contemplating what hairstyle was appropriate for your new life. Jane said loose was prettiest. She had carefully touched a few strands of your hair, placed it over your shoulder. When you made eye contact you had gasped. That was when the burning started. Those odd feelings you had for her.
Jane now led you into the gardens and you were smiling. It was cloudy, your skins didn’t shimmer but you enjoyed the warmth of the outside sky.
She sat down on a bench near flower beds, “sit.”
“I love it here,” you whispered, sitting down next to her.
Her hand rested on the wood between you. You were painfully aware of how close she was. Was she aware too? Did she do it on purpose?
“I like the silence of the gardens,” she spoke.
“Do you sit here often?” You grew more nervous but dared to look at her.
She looked back!
Jane smiled, “I do. My brother joins me often.”
“That is nice.”
Jane didn’t stop looking at you and you saw she fiddled with her hands. You gulped, she was really so pretty.
“Do you remember why you were turned?” She suddenly asked.
You frowned briefly, “I am not sure. I feel like I was meant to be a meal.” You tried hard to remember again. It was a few weeks ago already.
She sighed, “you were.”
“Why? Why didn’t I get eaten? I don’t have a gift like anyone here and yet I wear dark colours.”
You gasped when Jane grabbed your hand. Oh, the burning sensation increased. As if your heart pounded through your chest. As if you were alive again!
She leant towards you and smiled. As she squeezed your hand she looked at your face. You could see her eyes going over every part of your face. You could only stare at her eyes.
“You are mine,” she spoke with possessiveness audible in her voice. Yet there was uncertainty audible as well. She was somehow just as nervous as you were. “I saw you and couldn’t let them take you.”
“You?” You gasped, “you are the reason I am still here?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” You looked at her lips. She was very close.
She gasped herself, “I am not sure.”
“But-“
“I want to find out,” she quickly continued. “Get to know you.”
“I am not sure I know myself so well anymore,” you whispered. “But I did like to get to know you too.”
Jane smiled and it made you feel even lighter.
“Is- is this a date?” You were terrified to ask. But you had to. Those feelings wouldn’t go away even if you tried. You wanted to be near her at all times, you realised.
Her smile increased, “I believe so.”
“That is nice,” you whispered, flustered.
Jane squeezed your hand again, sitting back to watch the garden with you. You watched a few lower guards pick flowers to make bouquets with them.
It was nice to sit here with her in silence. You tried to focus on those guards and the flowers but all you could do, was feeling her skin against yours. Her hand wrapped around yours.
After two hours she took you back to your room. You would have training soon again from Demetri. You had to get ready for it.
Jane fiddled with her hands again. Waiting for you to go in or say something. You thought the date was very nice. You liked her very much, though, the nerves did not go away.
“Can we sit in the garden tomorrow too?”
She gave you a sudden wide smile, “I can pick you up after my duty.”
“Sounds good.”
“That will be our second date, then.” Jane said.
You couldn’t help but be happy. A thought passed and you wondered if she would like it if you did it. That burning sensation grew and it felt like you were on fire before you even did it.
You quickly kissed her cheek. “I look forward to it,” you whispered.
Jane was surprised. Very surprised. But she quickly recovered and to your surprise, she squeezed your hand again. You were trembling with nerves.
A/N: Happy pride month 2026 🏳️🌈 For this month I was thinking to challenge myself writing for Chelsea, Corin and Renata and perhaps even the queens. I will focus on wlw ships but if you have something in mind, just ask! In July I will then focus on all the men from the guard.
Smut and dark themes are welcome. If you are unsure, my inbox is open for questions ❤️
This means you can just send in requests. I will write drabbles and make moodboards. I have a few ideas myself as well. This post will be a masterlist for all drabbles I write this month!
Hello!! Thank you for requesting this. Jane has a lot of very interesting lore in my opinion so here are some headcanons i feel would be scared for her if she we’re to fall in love with a human :))
𖤝 First of all, Jane would initially treat a human relationship like a private experiment. We know Jane is emotionally stunted from being turned so young and from centuries of serving the Volturi. She understands fear, loyalty, and power better than affection.
𖤝 She’d be obsessively protective, but in a possessive Volturi way rather than a soft and caring, healthy way. A human partner would become “hers” in the same category as a treasured object or strategic asset.
𖤝 Physical affection would start out awkward. Jane’s personality is controlled and detached; she’s not naturally warm nor affectionate. But once attached, she’d probably become quietly clingy in private while acting completely indifferent in public.
𖤝 She would absolutely weaponize silence. Instead of arguing, she’d stare at you until you became uncomfortable. The Volturi court culture rewards intimidation and restraint.
𖤝 Alec would know about the relationship before anyone else. The twins are deeply bonded, and Jane would trust her brother’s opinion more than almost anyone’s, maybe even more than Aro in personal matters.
𖤝 Aro would find the relationship fascinating rather than romantic. He’d likely tolerate it as long as the human was useful, entertaining, or emotionally stabilizing for Jane. The Volturi are political first, sentimental second.
𖤝 Jane would test loyalty constantly: Constantly asking you if you’re scared of her or what she’s done, disappear for days without an explanation, casually threaten others in front of you to see your reaction, etc…
𖤝 She’d secretly like human warmth, since she’s ice-cold. It might just be a slight memory of her human life, but she will never admit it.
𖤝 She would hate being treated like a child. Even though she was turned around 12–13 physically, Jane is mentally centuries old. A human infantilizing her would immediately anger her.
𖤝 Jealousy would be terrifyingly subtle. Jane wouldn’t scream or cry. She’d politely smile at the person flirting with you while they suddenly experience unexplained agony five minutes later.
𖤝 She would never fully relax around mortality. A human lifespan is incredibly short compared to Volturi time. Even if she cared deeply, part of her would see the relationship as temporary unless, she deeply falls in love with her human and would consider transformation an option.
𖤝 If she genuinely loved a human, she’d become more dangerous, not softer. Jane reacts to emotional threats with cruelty and control because vulnerability is foreign to her.
𖤝 Caius would probably dislike the relationship immediately. He’s paranoid and intolerant in canon, especially regarding anything that could destabilize Volturi authority.
𖤝 Jane would remember tiny details about a human partner despite pretending not to care: Their favourite scent, the rhythm of your heartbeat when she’s around you, your nervous habits, your preferences in music or books, etc…
𖤝 She’d be fascinated by human fear because her power is built around it. But if she truly cared for someone, seeing genuine fear directed at her might actually unsettle her more than she’d admit.
𖤝 If the human were eventually turned, Jane would likely become intensely attached afterward. Immortality removes the one thing she cannot control: losing them to time.
