Ihaveareadingaddiction - I'm Just A Girl 🎀

rhaenyra: why on earth are they blaming me? WHO would do such a thing?

daemon, guilty asf right next to her:

rhaenys knowing it was his ass instantly:

That Cullen kid is being weird with your daughter

TOM GLYNN CARNEY as AEGON II TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022-) ↳02x03 "The Burning Mill" ↳Behind the scenes

Day 12: Twelve Drummers Drumming

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Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day, you gave it away This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day, you gave it away Once bitten and twice shy I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye Tell me, baby, do you recognise me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me Now I know what a fool I've been But if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again

The Shepherd’s Girl | Alec Volturi x Female Reader [PART II]

⚠️[WARNING: mentions of murder and attempted sexual assault]⚠️

Two nights later she awoke alone, and for a thousand more she remained that way. Utterly Alone.

She stood atop a balcony of the large cathedral that stood in London. She listened to the beating of hearts below her, deciding on which of them should stop that night.

Control. She loved the feeling. At this moment, she was utterly in control of life and death. Something she wished she possessed long before.

The world seemed off. She’d sensed it the last three days. Usually she would run across at least a vampire or two, but she didn’t even smell one.

Even the humans seemed not at ease.

She took in a deep breath closing her eyes. The wind blew causing rain to speckle on her porcelain skin. Her cloak danced in the wind as she stood up from her stoop.

The sound of a mans voice rang through her ears. The smell of his blood automatically notifying her he was intoxicated.

“That stupid wh-whore wouldn’t give me not-nothing Ollie!”

“After all that fucking money on drinks she wouldn’t even give me a-” Y/N growled as the man continued.

She walked the side of the cathedral with grace as she followed the smell of the intoxicated man. She balanced effortlessly on the three inches she was able to move on. Anger fired in her like a match to kerosene as he continued.

She smirked as she watched the man fall over himself in the dark alleyway below. Leaving the Irish pub.

A cut on his hand made Y/N inhale deeply. Usually alcohol deterred her but at this moment she felt she could endure a little distaste in order to rid the world of someone so vile.

As he stood up Y/N elegantly leaped from the top of the cathedral and landing on her feet in front of the man. He screamed as he fell back once more at the girls presence.

She smirked as he looked in fear, tilting her head. “Who-who the hell are you?” He quickly sobered up as he stood to his feet. He slowly backed away from the young girl.

 She hummed the same ancient melody as she closed her eyes. Tilting her head up to the sky a grin on her pale lips. Her arms extending momentarily before dropping back down to her sides, much like her head and smile. Utterly  enchanted he hadn’t even processed the danger he was in until she pounced him.

His eyes rolled back as she finished him making his body turn cold. The taste of alcohol made her cringe but it soon faded.

She easily threw the mans body over her shoulder and carried him to the dumpster at the end. She lazily threw him in, grabbing the silver lighter in her pocket.

With a small flick she threw it in and the garage burned in a firey blaze. She closed the lid to make sure the rain wouldn’t douse it and to make sure his body wouldnt be found.

She smirked in statisfaction as she walked away from the burning dumpster.

For over a thousand years she had killed people, but none were innocent for a majority of that time. She didn’t enjoy killing the innocent, that’s why she killed the guilty.

She still felt the guilt of her newborn years. She’d killed hundreds maybe even thousands of innocent lives.

She didn’t know what she was, that was until a mysterious man in a black cloak told her if she didn’t contain herself he would be forced to kill her. And with that he left her on her own again.

From her experiences as a human, she decided that her immortal existence would be easiest in isolation.

For over three decades she found herself a nomad in modern day England. She avoided both immortals and mortals successfully.

She wasn’t the same little girl she was before that night. She was a woman now, perhaps even one of the oldest on the planet. Yet, she still looked not a day over 16.

The young and naive innocence left her body as she watched the people she loved be burned alive. Watching her fiancé scream in agony, his sisters pain turning to vengeful anger as flames ripped at her skin, and her future mother in laws pale white body bloodied and surrounded by stones. She was different now. Soulless as she liked to call herself.

She whipped the remaining blood from the corners of her lips. A sigh erupted from her throat as she began her endless journey once more. The same raining sky’s and pavements. The same people, the same smells, and the same pain. Everything was the same, yet so different at the same time.

The off sense of the world kept bothering her as she walked the alleyways of London. Everything felt wrong. The sound of feet made her stop in her tracks.

She paused before she spoke. “What do you want?” Her sorrowful angelic voice mused. She barely spoke above a whisper. Her tone soft and delicate.

“Don’t be threatened, we come here in peace. We were suggested to come here by Amun-” The unknown mans soft tone was quickly cut off by Y/N sharp and loud one. Her back still facing the couple.

“Tell that son of a bitch to kiss my ass.” Her angelic voice quickly transformed into a deep and threatening one.

“You’re obviously not endearing friends of his since he sent you to me. He knows I’ll fucking kill you. And you are fools to have dealings with such a serpent.” She seethed turning on her heel. Her eyes were feral and pitch black.

Although for most creatures she found pity, she had none for fellow vampires. Creatures of the devil. She was a creature of the devil. The contrasting opposite of the angelic being she was as a mortal all too long ago.   

The man silently fell to his knees. A small whimper left his lips as his blonde hair fell into his face. Y/N hadn’t noticed the frantic brunette woman by his side until she spoke.

“Please! Whatever you’re doing to him, please stop! We only wish to inform you! Something horrible has occurred and all vampires are in the middle of this, including you!”

Y/N let go of her hold on the man. Her eyes quickly darting to the beautiful woman. Y/N’s head tilted as she noticed yellow irises. The woman had stepped out of the shadow her and her mate were hidden in.

The man fell back onto the ground and curled himself into a cacoon. The woman’s head quickly turned to him, her eyes widening in fear. She was amazed by what the small girl had done but was confused by what her mate was experiencing.

Venom tears fell from his wide eyes. Y/N was used to the sight. Often people fall into shock after she uses her gift, a temporary side-effect.

“We didn’t come here to recruit you for a coven. Let me introduce myself, I’m Esme Cullen. He is my husband, Carlisle, the leader of our family.”

Y/N felt entranced by the woman. A motherly aura surrounded her as she carefully approached the unpredictable ancient.

She stopped once she was four feet from the girl. Her heart shape face, thick brown hair, and round doe eyes were finally in Y/N’s sight. Her face stayed solemn as she continued to speak.

“I assume you know of the Volturi, since you’ve been around far longer than both my husband and myself. Our family is in need of assistance…”

“I’m not fighting your battles. You’re not the first to ask. I prefer to keep out of others affairs. Find someone else to assist you in overthrowing them. I wish you the best of luck on your suicide mission, Mrs Cullen.”

Y/N turned on her heel as quickly as she finished but the woman’s voice called after her. She sighed heavily and turned around to hear her desperate pleas.

“You’ve got it all wrong. That is not our intention! Though if push comes to shove, it may result in that. Our family has had a miscommunication with the Volturi. My husband is well acquainted with the coven, he lived with them for a little over a century. They have always held a grudge against us from both his departure and our diet. They were very displeased when Carlisle left and they wish to take our gifted members into their coven and use them as weapons. We are a pacifistic group, we don’t wish for violence or war, but if our family is threatened we will do what we must. There is so much more for you to know but we don’t have much more time. The sun will rise soon. We ask that you bare witness, not fight. If conflict were to break out you are free to leave, but if you do please spread the word of what has occurred. Would you join us?”

Y/N stayed quiet as she looked back to Carlisle who was finally starting to regain his stature. Once he noticed her gaze she quickly adverted her eyes to the cross at the top of the Catholic Church.

“I’ve managed to keep the Volturi off my ass for a thousand years. Why should I sacrifice my peace and liberty for your coven? If you were to battle and I evaded, after they slaughter you, which they will, they will hunt me down and burn me at the stake for treason. Your plan is flawed. Anyone with common sense would see the issues.” Y/N wished for this confrontation to end. Y/N desperately wanted to go back into isolation. She hadn’t spoken to anyone this long in over five hundred years.

“But you aren’t at peace Y/N. You’re searching for something that you’re hiding from.” Carlisle Cullen spoke.

Amun had told Carlisle and Esme about Y/N. Amun found Y/N a little over a hundred years after turned, begging her to join his coven. She stayed for only a year before she nearly erraticated the Egyptians.

In that year Amun had discovered everything attached to Y/N’s past. When he connected the dots between her fiancé and his sister with Jane and Alec. He quickly dubbed to never tell her.

Amun knew every night Y/N would run off. She wouldnt return til early in the morning. She believed Alec and Jane were still alive. And every night she would run across the globe to find them, killing whatever she had to in her path.

She obsessed over the thought day and night. Amun could tell it tortured at her soul. She remembered every single ounce of pain she felt. And her gift was only a reminder.

Amun knew if he ever told her Alec and Jane had joined the Volturi Y/N would not hesitate to become one of them. He didn’t want her in their hands. She was too valuable. 

Y/N attacked the night her and Amun had gotten into an argument. Amun had confronted Y/N on what he believed her to be doing, inraging her. Y/N felt betrayed and judged by Amun and the other Egyptians. 

Y/N had fought the coven for hours before it finally ended. Benjamin had to nearly burn her alive before she gave up and retreated back to Europe. Amun had not seen her since but had heard rumors of a reclusive young immortal girl in England.

Y/N stopped, tilting her head in the direction of the Carlisle.

“I’m sorry Mr. Cullen?”

“The very thing you may be running from may very well be the very thing you’re looking for.”

She stayed silent, contemplating on what Carlisle Cullen may have been trying to do. There was no possible way he knew about Jane and Alec, right? He was most likely using mind tricks to win her over to fight this war for him, wasn’t he? 

“What are you trying to get at? I don’t have time for your games Mr. Cullen. I have more important things to attend to.” 

“Please just come with us and we will explain everything on our way there. You’ve been alone for so long, just this once let yourself have some companionship. All we ask is that you stay open minded. And after you understand and you still wish to leave, you’re more than welcome too.” 

Esme Cullen spoke up.

“And in return for your support to stand witness we will pay you back with something you’ve wanted for a very long time.”

Y/N was confused. The two foreigners spoke in riddles. But what struck her is the fact she knew what they meant. She knew whatever favor they needed it would end up with her finding Jane and Alec. 

She wanted more than anything to run now and do whatever they needed of her so she could find them. Find him. But she knew there had to be some sort of catch. This deal sounded too good to be true. 

And the Cullen’s still hadn’t told her why the Volturi were seeking them out.

“Why are the Volturi after you?”  

The yellow eyed couple paused looking to one another. Y/N could see how nervous they were by their demeanor. 

“There’s been a misunderstanding…”

God says: My peace isn’t fragile. It’s your anchor in the storm. Keep your faith in Me. — God

This relationship would have prevented war. Fight me

Harry Collet (Jacaerys) being N°1 Jacelaena shipper!

When a character does something inexcusable to the reader and I’m sat there thinking of all the ways we can get revenge but then I’m hit with the ‘I forgive you just don’t do it again 😃’

NOOO HAVE SOME RESPECT FOR YOURSELF PLEASEEEE IM BEGGING YOU🙏

Especially if they cheated like how are you forgiving that????

Makes me like this fr

Don’t stress. Just pray!

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