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I know I’ve been behind on request in my Inbox or plain not answering them. That’s mostly on my writer’s block not you guys. So I would still love if you could send in some request. I’ll try to do write what I can along with think up my own drabbles but it just feels hard at the moment. I would really love some October inspired prompts if you guys can think of some while I’ll also attempt to get think of my own thoughts out this 

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In the Clouds

Felix Volturi X Reader 

Request for @prettyinblack231  

Word Count: 2,306 

One thing was for sure, word spread fast in the supernatural world. The Cullen’s had successfully escaped a stand off with the Volturi with their entire coven intact. You had meant to go be a witness for them, you really had. However, your fear, like many others, prevented you from that. Now with the fear of your immortal life ending gone, you had to see this strange child for yourself. 

That’s how you found yourself standing in their backyard hesitantly making your way up their steps. 

A large man met you at the door, “Hi, can I help you?” He smiled a half smile to appear less threatening. 

‘Emmett, it’s her!!” a small woman suddenly appeared at his side. She was smiling like you were the best thing she had ever seen. Your knitted brow must’ve reminded her you were out of the loop. 

“My name’s Alice! You’re (Y/N), right?” She grabbed your hand and pulled you into the doorway. 

“That’s me,” you nervously smiled. 

“Well, I know you’re just here to meet Reneseme, but I really think you’re going to like it here!” She chirped. 

And she was right. Once you had met all of the members of the Coven, you had fallen in love with their family. And three days later, when Carlise asked you if you would like to join them, you swore you cried on the inside. From there began two months of changes, mostly to your diet, laughter, and just overall peace with the Coven and within yourself. 

In the first week of March, Alice had a vision. Edward, Carlise, and herself kept it very secretive; you would catch them whispering in tones so low you only caught bits and pieces. 

None of what you caught raised much alarm in you, until you caught a very key phrase,” If the Volturi are coming…” 

“The Volutri are coming?” you asked in alarm without thinking. 

Nine pairs of eyes were immediately on you. 

Edward heaved a big sigh as Carlise smiled gently at you, “Yes, (Y/N). They’re just coming to check on Renesemes growth and our Coven. As far as we know, it’s just the Upper Guard, so they won’t be much interested in anything, but her.” Little did you all know that he was so very wrong. 

Two days later you found yourself standing in the backyard, where your time with the Cullen’s had begun. The guard was coming, and you weren’t very good at hiding your anxiousness from your family. 

Rosalie smiled over at you and rubbed your upper back,” It’ll be fine.” 

You offered her a small smile. In your almost 15 years of being a vampire you had never met any of the Volturi. Your situation wasn’t uncommon. Most vampires who follow the laws and lay low enough may never meet them, you only wished you had been so lucky. 

When they broke through the clearing your eyes immediately darted around in an attempt to not look them in the eyes. You settled on staring at a small dandelion by your foot. It was nearly spring now, so the common weeds were starting to pop through what grass had decided to grow back. You made a mental note to talk to Esme about spraying around the house with weed killer later. 

“She’s grown,” came a smug yet feminie voice. You spared a glance upward to look at its owner. This was Jane no doubt. She stood at the front of a small diamond formation the four of them had decided to make. To her left stood a boy who looked identical, only slightly taller, you were for sure this was Alec. His gift was to be feared more than his sisters in your eyes. The mere thought of feeling nothing, seeing nothing, and just not being able to sense anything made your immortal skin crawl. 

“It was expected that she would.” Edward's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you watched as he shifted himself slightly in front of his daughter.  

“It was merely an observation,” said the man to Jane’s right. This must’ve been Demetri. The greatest tracker known to your kind, able to hone in on exactly where anyone is in the world by just the tenor in the voice. He was also a casanova from what Rosalie had told you. 

“You’ve added to your coven,” a deep voice that nearly floored you with how smooth and inviting it sounded observed from behind Demetri. 

Panic set into your chest as Carlise turned to smile at you, and then back to the guards. 

“This is (Y/N), she was looking for a place to stay and joined us about two months ago.” He explained. 

“Where are you originally from, (Y/N)?” the same voice inquired. You hadn’t met his eyes or looked at him yet, but you knew who he was. The whole vampiric world knew who he was. The executioner. 

“New York, a nomad changed me by accident.” You replied, looking up at him finally. You met his eyes in a bold move, and if you had still been human the wind would’ve been knocked right out of your lungs. He was gorgeous with a face you swore was sculpted by the Gods themselves. He gasped as if he had felt the same gut punch you had and the playful glint that had been in his eyes disappeared and turned into anger. You weren’t quite sure what you had done, so you stumbled a step backward to only bump into Jaspers chest. Jasper wrapped a hand around your upper arm and held you in place as your family, and the remaining guards, watched Felix turn and storm back into the woods from which he had come. You weren’t sure why, but this action from him panged your heart as if he had hurt you. 

You tore your eyes from where he had disappeared into the woods to find a mix of red and yellow eyes on you. You felt the panic rise your chest again, and the familiar twangs of a panic attack set into your body. You barely felt Jasper speeding you into the house and up to your room. Shouts from outside rose into your room, forcing you to listen to the confusion and then the outcry from Jane and Alec as they realized what had just happened. 

The executioner had found his mate. Felix Volutri, who was determined he’d never find his other half, had found it in you. 

A breathless sob that seemed to go on for minutes wracked the Cullen household. It seemed to shake the windows, and rattle your bookshelves. Once it ended you only then realized it had come from you. 

Gentle hands your shoulders, and on instinic your own hands flew up to grab their forearms. 

“What just happened?” Your eyes shot up to meet Esme’s. 

“You found your mate,” she half smiled in the motherly manner that made you miss your own mother so much, “The feelings that come with it are powerful as you can tell. I’m sure he’s just overwhelmed. He’ll come back.” 

Esme’s words seemed logical. It felt as if your whole world had been flipped upside down. The ground from under your feet had been ripped away like a tablecloth in a bad magic show. You were now standing on the gray clouds that plagued the Washington skies, and the only person that could ever stand on them with you was Felix. 

Only, he never came back to stand on the clouds with you. He left you to swelter in the storm that came slowly in the following months. And as it started to rain from your feet, you felt the burning in your heart. It only started to thunder the day you received a rather strongly worded voicemail from an Italian number. The thunder was his words. It rumbled in his voice telling you that he would rather be torn to pieces than be mated to you. A vegetarian coward, he had called you. You’re just too scared to own up to the fact you’re damned whether you kill humans or not, he had told you. And then the lightning started every time you listened to his voice. His words startled you like the thunder, but the sound of his voice electrified you from the inside out. Eventually the skies grew darker than they ever had been, and so did your eyes. What was the use of feeding if the very person made for you didn’t want you to exist. 

The winds turned violent the day Bella had grabbed you to try and force you to eat. You grabbed her hands off of you and threw her away from you. The moment you had realized what you had done, you ran and didn’t stop. 

You picked back up your human diet and in a violent way. You were turning reckless, and you couldn’t force yourself to care. If the Volturi wanted you dead maybe he would do it. Maybe you’d hear his voice one last time, and in your final moments feel his hands on you like you craved. Your craving for him had far out wayed your craving for blood anymore. Several times you had almost booked a flight to Italy, but then you listened to his voicemail again. He clearly didn’t want you, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t tell him how you felt. 

So as you sat on top of a building looking down into Times Square, you hit redial. It rang for several seconds until you heard a click. No voicemail message blurted out at you. Someone had answered; how your dead heart hoped it was him. 

“I don’t know if it’s you,” you began,” But if it is please listen to me. All I ask is for two minutes.” 

No one answered, and yet no one hung up. You let out a shaky laugh. 

“Why would you just leave? All you know is my name and where I’m from. You know nothing of my past, just like I know nothing of yours,” you breathed out,” But what’s done is done. I’m drowning. I left Cullen's months ago. I’m more violent now than I ever was as a newborn. I picked my human blood diet back up; I was only vegetarian because I was with them.” 

You swallowed hard, and paused, hoping for a response.

When you got none you sighed again,” I’m reckless. I feel like that's the only way I’m ever going to see you again. I listen to your voicemail and the hurtful words you say to me because that's the only time I feel anything anymore. I want to do something stupid like exposed myself in hopes that you and the guard come find me and kill me. Because even though I don’t know you, I can't live without you.” 

You were dry sobbing now, “If this is goodbye forever, Felix, then so be it.” 

Heaving a great sigh you quoted,” I love you with so much of my heart, that there is none left to protest. Much Ado About Nothing, Shakespear, Act 5 Scene 1,” and pressed end. 

You fell back onto the roof and studied the night stars. You laid there until early in the morning when the peaks of the sunrise came from above the buildings. Gathering yourself from the rooftop you made a short walk in the alleyways to your apartment. Jiggling the keys in the door you swung it open to only stop and stare. 

There he stood. Felix. His chocolate hair was shaggier now, it suited him better as it framed his face. The black sweater he wore was form fitting showing almost every single detail in his arm muscles. The Volturi crest hung from his neck and landed in the middle of his chest. You raised your eyes to meet his pained ones. 

Pulling the keys from the door you shut it behind you, and placed your keys on the kitchen counter beside the door. Then did you notice his suit jacket draped over your kitchen chair, and a black phone sitting, abandoned, on the counter. 

You tore your eyes away from the phone back to him, “You’ve been here all night.” 

He nodded, and reached out a hand to you. You slipped yours into it; it felt right, you were sure nothing would feel more right. Until he pulled you into his arms. Your hands were placed firmly on him; one on a firm mass of muscle on his shoulder and the other firmly squeezing his hand. You were sure that if you let go he would disappear again, only this time forever.

The only thing keeping you from thinking that this wasn't a hallucination or death, was the way his arm firmly grasped your waist and pulled your chest into him. You stared into each other’s eyes and swayed to the invisible music that flowed in your heads. 

He looked regretful, “I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you?” 

You smiled softly,” We have only forever to make up for this time lost.”

 He looked thankful as you leaned your head into his chest. You felt his cool lips lightly brush your forehead, as you continued to sway. The morning sun was now beating into the windows, and on to both of your skin. The room filled with rainbow specs, as he twirled you once, only to pull you back in. You stilled with both hands now on his chest. He covered your hands with his own and squeezed. 

A dazzling smile was flashed at you as he quoted from the same Shakespearean play you had only hours earlier, “And, I pray thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts did thou first fall in love with me?” 

-Admin Magda 

(I honestly love Felix, and would die for this tall boi! As always thank you for reading, and request are open! Comments and feedback are always welcome!) 

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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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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!)