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Volturi Kings HC - First time in bed

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Volturi Kings x GN! Reader +Carlisle Cullen

Summary: First time in bed.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Establishing/Established Relationship

Characters: Aro Volturi, Marcus Volturi, Caius Volturi, Carlisle Cullen

Minors do not interact!

Aro Volturi

- After a dinner date, he takes you to the bedroom and then lets you get ready for sleep. While cuddling you, he kissed you gently, but he couldn't help himself but get rougher with your lips.

- His hands would be firmly exploring your body, squeezing at your warm skin, then letting his kisses travel down to your neck along with some light bites.

- Taking off anything you had on, he would read your mind through his touch and do anything you wanted as long as it wasn't drawing blood; he knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself.

- He isn't afraid to make noise in the bed, which was known to whoever came close to your door. Whether it was the bed sounding like it was going to break or his moans echoing in the room, he made it known he was enjoying himself.

- Keeping his hands on you, he would know where you wanted him to cum, but he would still want to hear your choked words that mixed with moans.

His hands gripped your hips, thrusting into you, and he watched as your head pushed back into the pillow. Your breath hitches as he thrusts deeper as he moans sweet nothing's to you. Leaning down, he kisses your neck, leaving little bites behind. Edging himself on his instincts to rip you apart, he makes his thrusts almost animalistic before becoming sloppy and coming to his senses. He leans into your ear, whispering with silk in his voice "Tell me where Amore".

Marcus

- Talking about books, he would invite you to his library. You both have already gone over all the castle's library. He would watch as you explored the shelves.

- Finally, after you had picked one you wanted him to read to you or even just tell you what it was about, sitting next to him, a soft touch landed on your thigh with his soothing voice telling you about the book.

- Slowly, his hand moves up your thigh, making you less focused on his words. As you focus on his hand, he kisses your cheek, getting your attention and letting his sweet words finally get to you.

- You watched as he put the book down on the table beside him. Kissing his soft, cold lips, he moved to lay you on the reading couch, letting him in between your legs with his hands moving under your clothes to then take them off.

- He wasn't loud, but his moans could only be heard by your close ear. His lips worshiped every inch of your body, leaving short-lasting, cold trails of kisses. He let your gasps and moans guide him even through his thrusts before kissing you as you met your highs.

Trails kissing down your neck with nothing but coldness accompanying them, his cold hands making you gasp and shake just by their soft touch. Stopping, he removed his clothes, keeping his eyes on you after he threw them to the floor. His hands met your thigh, pulling them apart as gently as he could, feeling years-old emotions coming back.

As the second came and went, his grasp on you became rougher; his hands left prints before quickly going away. Finally finding himself entering you, his moans grew louder even after feeling you match his thrusts. Pulling himself back together, he kisses your hot skin, making you shake slightly with each one. His words and moan made you cry out, telling him all he needed to know.

Caius

- After dating for long months, he insisted a month ago that you get a couple of paintings done, though he posed to look at you as you looked forward. Your bush captured in the painting forever, letting you remember his eyes that carefully scanned you.

- Finally, it was done, and he shooed the painter away, leaving you alone with him and his exploitative eyes. Staring at the painting, you smiled, seeing how his face looked in love. His arms warped around you, accompanied by kisses on your neck, with his teeth lightly meeting your neck, teasing you.

- Pulling to the couch you sat on, he lays you on it, quickly pulling his clothes off and even helping you with yours. His words filled your head, talking about how he couldn't wait any longer to have you.

- Both on your knees, your back against his chest, his kisses keeping your neck company, leaving your moans to surface out into the room as his cold hands mix with your warm skin, wanting for his next move. The chills from his cold skin made him moan, knowing he had a lasting effect on you.

- At first, his gentle guidance would wear off when your moans from his thrust filled the room, taking over his thinking and control, making his moves sharper and rougher, burying himself inside you.

Your head rested on his shoulder, giving him a front-row seat to your moans and making him pull you both into euphoric bliss, blurred by his thrusts and his words, the only thing keeping you in reality. His hand moves down to touch you, pushing you closer to your climax. Curses leave your mouth before pulling your head up and then back down as you came into his hand, your body shaking. His moans join yours as he buries himself into you.

Carlisle

- Having a day off with the kids out living their lives, he waits with a warm bath ready for the both of you. Coming home, he lets you put your stuff down but quickly takes you to the bathroom with slow music softly playing in the background.

- Not letting you lift a finger, he takes off your clothes, letting his cold hands graze your skin, making you hold your breath. A small smirk shows on his lips that makes you smile.

- Having you sit in the bath, he sits behind you, watching his hand go behind a towel that is covering what now you see as sparkling water. After pouring you your glass, he kisses your cheek before pulling you closer. His hands start to travel across your chest, then move down, making you laugh through closed lips that curve into a smile.

- Touching you with his cold hands makes you shake and moan; in turn, he hums lowly in satisfaction, and his lips start sparking in the nook of your neck. He asks you to tell him to make love to you, and with a shaky "yes," he takes you to the bedroom.

- Laying you on the bed, he kisses your thighs, tickling you before traveling back up to your lips. His gentle hands push your thighs apart and slowly enter you as a sweet nothing is whispered into your ear.

His grip grows tighter as his thrust becomes rougher from his gentle touch. Your moans mix loudly in the once-quiet house. Sloppy kisses on your lips as he looks into your eyes and then closes his, his moaning rubble in his chest echoing into your ear. Your hands hung on to him, nails running down his back, leaving nothing behind. His thrust became softer with a kiss near your ear.

Please," you beg through his kisses, and he rushes one of his hands down to touch you to let you finally meet your high. Your head back, you couldn't see his face as he moaned with you as you both came.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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volturissideslut · 4 months

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Can I request poly!Volturi with a reader that is in physical pain? Like, they experience pain and weakness in their joints and they're just having a rough day?

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖞)

You jolt awake with a hiss of pain, a surging stinging sensation shooting up through your leg and resting atop your left keep. It jerks as you rush to sit up, but that only insensifies it.

A flash of pale skin has your raven haired lover by your side.

"Cara mia?" his voice is gentle, and the question innate. He whispers like a normal volume will shatter you to pieces, and a shaking and icy hand rests gently above your knee - the cold and lack of pressure somewhat soothing the residual aches.

"Im okay, darling, really. Just having a bit of a rough time." You wince when he removes his hand to call your other mate, but with his vampiric reflexes it's back in it's helpful little spot in less than half a second.

"Do you need anything. Water? Food?" why does his moth feel so dry. Vampires can't get dehydrated, but the levels of panic he's holding down withing himself brings a close enough feeling.

Your other mates half-run-half-walk in as you answer. "Just.. Just keep your hand there please... And another on my neck. The cold is helping"

Caius places a light kiss to your nose, moving behind you to give your shoulders an extremely careful massage.

Marcus takes the sidelined, holding your hand in his and kissing the back of it.

But if course, the moment cannot last forever.

"when the pain passes, my love, I'd like to discuss your eventual transformation. I cannot stand to see you in such pain"

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shelbgrey · 9 months

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Hi, could I request more about "Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter HCs:" and we have the Volturi wrap around our finger, please, thank you, and love it.

You put it, the Reader doesn't get along with Bella. I was hoping you could tell us more about that relationship. And I personally would love it if the Volturi knew that we're there since Carlisle and Esme got custody of us. They are "Cousins [ Demetri, Felix, Alec, Janeand Heidi,] Anutes and Uncles [ Uncle Aro, Caius and Marcus] to us". When Alice goes and saves Edward dumbass. We're there to save Edward, but we're also happy to see them. When Demetri and Felix came, we called them Cousin Dem and Fe while smiling. We hug Jane, holding hands with her. The Cullens knew about what we call them. We really don't care what happens with Bella, but we do care about our brother and sister. Personally, I got the feeling we don't really care if Bella lives or dies

Thank you so much 💓

P.S. feel free to message me if you need anything clarification on this

Being the daughter of carlisle and the Volturi loving you:

So I usually don't write for the Volturi so bear with me.

🩷MasterList 🩷twilight List

So you want to know more about Bella and y/n's relationship...

So, I want to compare how Edward thinks and how Bella thinks to show the two girls relationship.

I think when Bella is finally introduced to the family she's quite jelouse of Edward's relationship with you, there's no real incureties to it, she just doesn't want girls hanging around Edward.

Bella also thinks your plan and shy, there's off hand comments on how she's discribes you, Edward on the other hand discribes you as happy, humorous, and so beautiful.

You guys are always throwing harmful comments to each other and Bella usually takes it too far.

You also hate how she's treats her father. She always gets mad and says it's none of your business and you have no idea what you were talking about.

“my parents chose me, yours just got stuck with you”

Carlisle and Esme would put a stop to it, there's been many times Carlisle and Charlie have had talks about Bella's bullying.

Of course you're parents know your not a saint in theses situation, but Bella is usually the one to start it.

“if someone pushes you, you push back” Emmett always says, which is why your never scared to decened yourself.

And since your the youngest, your basically the center of the Cullens universe, but then Bella comes along and puts your family in danger, that's your problem.

You also have a problem with Edward putting everything aside no matter what for her, your happy he finally has a girlfriend but there should be boundaries.

You especially started hating her when Edward decided to go to the Vulturi after Bella's supposed death.

You knew about the Vulturi and you became friends with them in fact, your uncle Marcus(yes, you heard me right) says your the glue that holds you all together.

After Aro found out about a human joining Cullen Coven, he showed up to see if it was true, Aro didn't really have a plan for what he was gonna do, but when he met you he saw no harm. He was in aw at the sight of the small child.

The deal was that you could stay human with the family as long as you wanted, you just had to keep the secret of the Vampires.

Honestly you see Aro as the creepy uncle, you'd never say that to his face and he'll never found out because he refuses to read your mind.

“but, Dad he creeps me out! None of the others do”

Dispite you thinking he's creepy, he'd never hurt you.

At first Cauis wanted nothing to do with you and didn't agree with Aro's decision, but the more the family interacted with the Vulturi the more he grew a soft spot for you.

Marcus is more of a grandpa than an uncle if were being honest, he's a lot older than the others and he's always been so gentle and kind towrds you.

He gives you advice and is there if you need to talk.

I don't know much about Heidi, but I figure she'd absolutely love you and is always spoiling you.

Demetri is like a big brother/cousin and you kinda have a love/hate relationship. You guys tease each other and sometimes it'll get mean, but trust me he'd kill anyone who harms you.

Your probably closest to Jane and Alec, they're both closer to your age and you three just hit it off immediately. You hate hearing about they're tragic back stories but they always tell you it's not your fault and you make they're lives better.

Then Edward left for Italy to go and execute himself 🙄

You were so made at Bella for putting Edward in this headspace and situation, especially after you found out she's was perfectly fine.

But, anyway Alice was getting ready to take Bella to Italy and you wanted to Tag along. Not because you were there to support Bella, but because you wanted to see the extented family.

Ya know... Going to Italy to beat Felix and Demetir at Mario cart again...

What you didn't want to do is see Bella getting all dramatic and telling your Uncle Aro to kill her instead of Edward.

You rolled your eyes and came up to hug Jane as she threatened to use her gift on her, she was only using like 5% of it on Edward just for ✨dramatic effect✨ . “alright Jay, they've learned their lessons”

Jane chuckled and stopped using her powers on Edward, wasn't too painful for him.

“Aw, I was having fun” Felix sighed as you ran up to him and hugged him.

Cauis rolled his eyes trying to hide his smile as Bella looked completely confused. “What just happened?”

“nothing... Just you being dramatic for no reason, they're on our side bone head, You think they'd actually hurt Eddie?”

You left Felix's arms and walked around the Castle. “by the way, where's Dem?”

He appeared and hugged you while Bella looked even more confused and kept asking unanswered questions. “aw, she's still alive”

You laughed and quickly shhed him.

“what? You think just because they're old school and basically vampire royalty they're evil? you asked Bella, you were kinda pissed off she thought so low of them.

“yeah we never said we were gonna kill him and Alice never said that either” Aro said, clapping his heads together.

You then clicked your tough, with a sarcastic smile. “well, we send little miss. Main character home and me and Alice can stay here for the weekend, dad said we could.”

Jane hugged you excited for some girl time while Felix ran around the Castle making sure you had a comfy room to sleep in.

“do what ever you want Dem, killer or set her free, send her to the moon, have her for dinner, I don't really care”

Uncle Cauis laughed as bella started stuttering as Felix and Alec came back with arms full of dvds.

“wait, what?” Edward sighed. “they're kidding”

“we could watch a bunch of TV shows, we got Bones, and supernatural” Felix smiled.

“no Supernatural, they got the vampires all wrong” Alec said.

The two boys and you and Jane both just walked off talking about what you should watch without even a goodbye for Edward and Bella. “What about Moon Knight, dad finally got an account for Disney+. It's a really good marvel show”

“ooh, I heard Oscar Isaac is in it, he's so hot” Jane said, Felix and Alec groaned as you girls started thirsting over male actors.

“they're just gonna be horny for 40-something year old men the whole time” Alec sighed, heide slapped him and told him to be nice.

Bella scoffed and left with Edward after Alice smiled and ran after her sister and Jane.

“Lators Gators” you shouted to Edward.

#Volturi #Volturi x reader #Cullen family x reader #Aro x reader #Marcus x reader #Jane and alec #Jane x reader #Alec x reader #Demetri x reader #Felix x reader #Alice cullen x reader #Edward cullen x reader #Bella swan x reader #Volturi headcanons #Cullen Headcanons #twilight headcanons

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the-dawn-star · 3 months

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Hello! I just wanted to ask for a Volturi kings x fem!mate who is very powerful. The problem is that they don't exactly know how powerful she is cause she's all happy and bubbly person and very rarely use her powers. So when the king's lives are in danger, she gets all angry and mouthy to the threat and just uses her powers and just annihilate them. Que open-mouthed vamps and one aroused blonde lol.

A/N: Pikachu meme was my inspiration and let’s once ignore the fact that Aro can read minds! Also, it is hard to imagine a situation where the kings could be harmed so apologies for the bad plot that I made up.

-S

+400ish words.

TW/CW: Three cases of beheading (blame Stephenie Meyer for making the vampires so over powered). I can't think of anything else!

It took them quite a long time before your mates even realized that you had special powers.

You really didn’t talk about them because to you it wasn’t anything too special and due to your bubbly personality, you rarely talked about any bad past experiences.

You sat on Caius’s lap playing with his extravagant clothes whilst waiting for the trial to start.

The room was mostly empty, only consisting of the three kings, you and two lower guards. The next case was said to be pretty simple and quick, so it was deemed that a massive security wasn’t needed. Also, the higher guards were in need of a break.

The heavy doors opened, and you quieted down.

You didn’t really know what the man being escorted had done. But from what you had heard from your mates, the man had hurt many people causing humans to start to question what was going on.

You didn’t really pay attention to the happenings. Aro took the lead like most of the time. He gently took the hand of the man in front of him, diving into the man’s memories.

Aro most of the times closed his eyes when using his powers. He said that it was because it helped him to concentrate on the vast amount of information that he was getting.

You weren’t sure what happened but in seconds the man pulled his hand away from Aro and the two guards on the floor were on the floor heads separated from their bodies.

All of your mates seemed very confused. It had been centuries since one who was standing in trial had attacked the kings.

Before you could stop yourself, you got up from Caius’s lap and activated your power.

Mid movement the man stopped, half a step away from Aro trying to behead Aro just like he had done with the guards. Slowly bringing his hands down.

“What the hell happened?” Caius said, taking your hands to his.

You didn’t have any time to respond when Aro had twisted the man’s head off of his body, letting the body and head fall on the ground unceremoniously.

“I used my powers on him...” You said, finally diverting your gaze from the man.

“Aro...”

Your mate turned to look at you and you ran to him taking him into a hug.

“And remind us of what exactly your powers were...” Caius said, still very confused.

“I can control people's bodies...” You said, getting embarrassed of all the attention that you were getting.

“And you didn’t inform us of this power?” Marcus asked.

“I mean it's not really that impressive, so I didn’t see the point in it...”

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Feel like you want to support me via Kofi? No preasure tho!

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anipiece · 6 months

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Volturi Kings

Some fluffy thoughts I had.

Caius loves to hold you, especially while you sleep. This way he can keep you save. He's known for his cruelty and anger issues, but with you he's gentle and soft. The first time you fall asleep in his arms, it felt like his heart beat again for a second. He was filled with pride, because it's prove you trust him. He also loves late night talks with you, he just loves to hear you talk, no matter the topic. Sometimes, when you sleepily ramble and cuddle up to him, it feels like your cuteness will kill him.

Marcus loves to watch you get dressed in the morning. It doesn't matter if you pay attention what you wear or just pull something out of the closet. If you ever need help with dressing, the zipper is stuck or something he'll be happy to help. Also likes to help you get your hair done. You're allowed to do his hair too. He loves to feel you gentle hands work on his hair. He loves head pats. He likes to watch you getting ready for bed too. He will help you undress. May leave lingering touches and kisses. Doesn't want to get sexual most of the time, he just wants to feel you're real. If your insecure about your body, he will make sure it doesn't stay that way. He will tell you everything he loves about you and your body. (It's all of you)

Aro likes to watch you do your make-up. There is something enticing about the way you apply your make-up. Sometimes he'll kiss you instantly after you get your lips right. If you get grumpy because you need to apply lipstick again, he'll just giggle. If he doesn't have anything to do he may let you "paint his face". He has well manicured hands. You are allowed to do paint his nails, but only black or red. He does like glitter though. Doing each others nails will become a regular thing. Aro also loves to watch you remove your make-up. He just loves to see you unwind when you take it off. It doesn't make a difference if you wear make-up or not though. To him you are perfect either way.

#aro volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #marcus volturi x reader #volturi kings #the volturi #aro x reader #aro volturi #marcus x reader #marcus volturi #caius x reader #caius volturi #twilight #michael sheen #volturi x reader #volturi kings x reader

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the-desilittle-bird · 1 year

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child-of-the-nights · 1 year

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Could u please do some domestic Aro Volturi headcanons?🥰 thx

Absolutely! ^^

A/N: The mate is human in this one but let me know if you'd like a vampire mate version.

TW: None

Domestic Aro Volturi Headcanons

~Reader is gender neutral~

Since vampires don't require food, cooking isn't something Aro does. Now, I do believe that The Volturi has some human staff outside the secretaries. In fact, I think that there are some cooks in the palazzo and they serve food for the secretaries (kind of in a 'free lunch' way).

But if Aro's mate insisted on wanting to cook, who was he to deny it? If he had the time, he would even linger around to see what they are making. Aro has seen thousands of minds and has useful information tucked away in his own. That includes some tips and tricks on cooking.

I fully believe he would help them out with something if they asked him to. He would ask for a favor in return of course, but that's a story for another day.

His mate struck gold with this ancient vampire when it comes to domestic stuff. Why? Because Aro is curious about MANY things.

So when it comes to his mate doing something to keep themselves busy while Aro is working, he would be delighted to hear them ramble about it. Crocheting? Oh yes, he had seen some people do that. Redecorating their room? Aro would love to help them with ideas if they cannot decide on something. Whatever it is, he is ready to share his opinion.

Whenever he is free, he likes to take his mate to his private library. Now, I'm not saying Aro is a hoarder, but he kind of is. As a result, his mate should expect to find a wide variety of books on various domestic themes. After all, who wouldn't want to learn about the ancient art of tea-making?

He also loves fashion and had tried out most trends. What I'm saying is that Aro would love to share his clothes with his mate if given the chance. Heck, he would even dress them up himself if they let him.

What Aro would most appreciate is if his mate could provide him with new information. He just wants to know everything, regardless of what it is about. I mean, with his mind reading ability, it's not that difficult for him to find it out, but he just loves hearing them say it.

When it comes to sleeping, he usually stays by their side until they are asleep. If he doesn't have too much work, that is. If he has time, he would read to them or cuddle with them. He finds dreams to be incredibly fascinating and would enjoy watching them like "movies".

Aro would never expect his mate to clean their room because they have staff for that as well, but if they insisted, he would gladly let them. His eyesight is far superior to that of a human, so they can expect some snarky remarks about how they missed a spot. But it's only a joke. Aro actually enjoys listening to his partner singing their favorite song while tidying the room up. He would never make them feel bad about themselves.

Gardening, on the other hand, is bittersweet for Aro. His sister used to garden a lot, and it reminds him of those times. Nevertheless, he offers advice to his partner when they ask for it. While they are working, Aro might even share some interesting tales about his sister. He gently reminds them to respect his sister's work, or more precisely, what's left of it. For everyone's sake.

Overall, I think he's a great mate to have when it comes to domestic things.

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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Helloo.....it's me....

Can I request the poly!volturi kings x reader that does figureskating? And maybe she falls? How would they react?

Love ya byeee❤️❤️❤️

I love that you keep coming back lol, well here goes nothing!

↱ im not easily impressed but when I am then im impressed ↰

➘ summary : the volturi kings knew their mate was good at figureskating, but this good?! Damn aren’t they lucky

➘ the volturi x reader ; twilight x reader ; aro x reader x marcus x caius

Beneath the veil of night, the Volturi gardens were alive with a tranquility that contrasted with the kings' formidable reputation. Amongst the flora and moonlight, (Y/N) found herself in the company of Aro, Caius, and Marcus, the very embodiment of immortal power and allure.

Seated on an elegant stone bench, (Y/N) felt a contented sigh escape her lips as she gazed up at the stars. The bonds she shared with the Volturi kings were unlike any other, a symphony of emotions that surged through her immortal veins. And it was in these serene moments that she felt most alive, even though the world around her had ceased its heartbeat.

With a tender smile gracing her lips, (Y/N) turned her gaze toward her mates. "You know," she began, her voice soft like the rustling leaves, "before I became a vampire, I was a figure skater."

Her words, gentle as they were, caught the attention of the kings. Aro's inquisitive eyes locked onto her, Caius tilted his head ever so slightly, and Marcus, always the quiet observer, seemed to focus a fraction more on her words.

"You were a figure skater?" Aro mused, his lips curling into an intrigued smile. "How delightful! Please, do share your stories with us."

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and nostalgia. The memories of her human life as a figure skater were vivid, etched into her consciousness like a beautifully choreographed routine. "I spent hours gliding across the ice," she began, her voice carrying the cadence of a storyteller. "The rink was my sanctuary, and the ice felt like an extension of my being."

Caius leaned forward, his crimson eyes fixed on her with newfound interest. "Tell us more," he urged, his tone softer than usual.

As she recounted her stories, (Y/N) painted pictures with her words. She described the early morning frost that embraced the rink, the way the sunlight danced off the ice, and the sheer joy of pushing herself to perfect each spin and jump. She spoke of the ethereal connection she felt with the music, how it dictated her movements and evoked emotions she couldn't express otherwise.

Marcus, his eyes a storm of emotions, seemed to be captivated by her tales. For a man accustomed to the burden of centuries, her stories were a refreshing gust of wind that swept away the cobwebs of his thoughts.

Aro, true to his nature, interjected with curiosity. "Were there any particular moments that stood out to you?"

(Y/N) nodded, a fond smile gracing her lips. "There was one performance in particular. It was during a competition, and everything aligned perfectly. The music, the routine, and my movements—it was as if I had become one with the ice. I'll never forget the exhilaration of that moment."

Her mates listened intently, hanging onto her every word. They were drawn into the magic of her stories, experiencing the echoes of her past as if they were their own memories.

And as the night wore on, (Y/N) continued to share her experiences, laughter and wonder intertwining with the night breeze. With each tale, the bond between them deepened, as if the stories themselves were threads stitching their souls together.

Underneath the stars, the Volturi kings and their enchanting mate were no longer just rulers of the night. They were a constellation of beings, connected by the tapestry of past and present, each thread woven into the fabric of their eternity.

Several years had passed since the tumultuous days of (Y/N)'s transformation. The frenzied hunger of the newborn vampire had given way to control, her movements fluid and measured, her presence a serene echo in the hallowed halls of the Volturi castle. The bond between (Y/N) and the Volturi kings had deepened into an unbreakable connection, an intricately woven tapestry of love and shared experiences.

One afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the castle grounds, (Y/N) found herself wandering through the gardens. She often sought solace in these quiet moments, allowing her thoughts to drift like petals on the breeze.

As if guided by an unseen force, her steps led her to the edge of the ornate fountain where Aro often meditated. His presence was a calming one, and she found herself drawn to him, the years etching lines of wisdom on his immortal visage.

"(Y/N)," Aro's melodious voice greeted her as he sensed her approach. He looked up from his contemplation, his dark eyes fixing on her with curiosity. "What thoughts occupy your mind today?"

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the water's surface. "I've been considering something," she began, her voice a soft melody in the twilight. "I've regained a measure of control over my thirst and instincts. And I've been thinking about something I used to love in my human life."

Aro's expression held a mixture of intrigue and encouragement. "Pray, do share."

With a steadying breath, (Y/N) spoke of her past as a figure skater, her words a gentle current in the conversation. She explained her desire to rekindle that passion, to once again glide on the ice, to feel the rush of the wind against her skin as she twirled and spun. And most of all, to share that part of her existence with the world.

"It's a competition, a figure skating contest," she added. "I believe I can blend in with humans, showcase my skills, and perhaps even win."

Caius, who had approached silently, folded his arms as he listened. "And you believe you can maintain control?" he inquired, his voice a deep rumble.

"I've practiced restraint for years now," (Y/N) replied with unwavering conviction. "I'm certain I can handle it."

Marcus, leaning against a nearby column, gazed at her with a quiet intensity. "Do you yearn for this, (Y/N)? Does your heart burn with the desire to step onto the ice once more?"

Her gaze met his, a shimmering pool of determination. "Yes," she said, her voice soft but resolute. "More than anything."

Aro's lips curled into a fond smile. "Then you have our support, dear (Y/N)."

Caius nodded in agreement. "If your heart drives you toward this, then you should pursue it."

Their words were a chorus of encouragement, a testament to the depth of their connection. As the sun dipped below the horizon, (Y/N) felt a surge of gratitude and determination. The Volturi kings, whose lives spanned centuries, understood the value of seizing the moment, even in their immortal existence.

"Thank you," (Y/N) said, her voice filled with sincerity. "Having your support means the world to me."

Underneath the fading light, in the heart of the Volturi's domain, a pact was forged. The echoes of past lives mingled with the present, and (Y/N) knew that her decision to chase her dreams would forever be intertwined with the love she shared with the kings who had stolen her heart.

The day of the figure skating contest dawned bright and crisp. The arena buzzed with excitement as the crowd settled into their seats, waiting for the event to begin. Backstage, (Y/N) stood amidst the hubbub, her heart a mixture of anticipation and nervous energy. Dressed in a shimmering costume that caught the light like a cascade of stars, she took a steadying breath.

The announcer's voice cut through the chatter, amplified by the speakers, "Is that (Y/N) (L/N) I spot in the crowd?"

Time seemed to freeze as all eyes turned towards her. The spotlight found her, bathing her in a gentle glow. Her heart raced, and a mix of emotions swirled within her: a touch of vulnerability, a hint of excitement, and a surge of determination.

"Holy shit, it is her!" The announcer's voice rang out, carrying the astonishment of the moment. "She's been missing from the spotlight for eight years now, but it seems our world-renowned star is back. This year's competition just got all that more interesting."

(Y/N)'s eyes met the spotlight, her resolve hardening. This was her moment, a chance to embrace her past and let her vampiric grace shine. As the music swelled, she stepped onto the ice, her skates gliding with an elegance that was both mesmerizing and supernatural.

With every twist and turn, (Y/N) moved with an otherworldly grace. Her body flowed like water, each movement executed with a precision that defied the bounds of human capability. As she twirled and spun, the audience held its breath, captivated by the ethereal performance unfolding before them.

And then, in a breathtaking moment, (Y/N) tapped into her vampire abilities. She spun faster, her form blurring as if time itself had lost its grip. Her body contorted with impossible flexibility, and she transitioned into moves that seemed to defy the very laws of physics. Gasps of awe and wonder echoed through the arena, mingling with the soft strains of the music.

Among the audience, (Y/N)'s mates, Aro, Caius, and Marcus, stood hidden amidst the crowd. Their eyes were locked onto her, their pride and love evident in the unspoken connection they shared. As she moved with a combination of elegance and supernatural skill, their hearts swelled with a mixture of emotions.

As the final notes of the music faded into silence, (Y/N) came to a graceful stop, her arms outstretched. The arena erupted in a thunderous ovation, the applause echoing off the walls in a symphony of admiration.

Backstage, her heart soared. She had poured her heart and soul into this performance, and the audience's reaction was a testament to the connection she had forged with them. The judges, too, rose to their feet, their expressions a mix of awe and appreciation.

When the results were announced, the tension was palpable. And then, with bated breath, the announcer declared, "First place goes to (Y/N) (L/N)!"

A tidal wave of cheers erupted as (Y/N) stood on the podium, a brilliant smile lighting up her face. The victory was sweet, but it was more than just winning a competition. It was a triumph over adversity, a testament to the enduring strength of the human spirit and the infinite possibilities of an immortal existence.

As the cheers washed over her, (Y/N) felt a warmth deep within her soul. She had reclaimed her place in the spotlight, not as a mere figure skater, but as an embodiment of her journey, her past, and her future. And as her mates emerged from the crowd to congratulate her, their eyes shining with pride, she knew that this moment would forever be etched into their shared history.

(Y/N) had instantly thrown thrown herself back into practicing figure skating with an intensity that matched the fire that had driven her throughout her life. Her graceful movements and daring spins had only grown more intricate and breathtaking with time. Her mates, Aro, Caius, and Marcus, watched with pride as she embraced this passion with the same fervor she had approached her immortal life.

One morning, the sun painted the sky in shades of rose and gold, (Y/N) found herself on the rink, the cool air kissing her skin as she spun with unparalleled grace. Lost in the rhythm of her movements, she didn't notice the small figure that darted onto the ice, their footsteps barely audible against the smooth surface.

"Mommy!” the child's voice rang out, filled with a mix of excitement and joy. With eyes wide and filled with wonder, they watched as their mother spun, one foot outstretched in a daring maneuver.

Startled by the voice, (Y/N) quickly stopped her spin, the momentum causing her to lose her balance. With a gasp, she stumbled, and her ankle twisted in an awkward angle. Pain shot through her leg, and she crumpled to the ice with a cry of discomfort.

Before she could even process what had happened, her mates were there, their presence swift and unwavering. Aro and Caius carefully lifted her, while Marcus scooped up their child, whose eyes were wide with concern.

"Mommy, are you okay?" the child asked, their voice trembling.

(Y/N) managed a reassuring smile through the pain. "I'm going to be alright, sweetheart," she replied, her voice gentle and soothing.

Marcus knelt down, his calm presence radiating comfort. "Your mommy is strong, little one. She'll heal in no time."

Aro's gaze was filled with worry, but he masked it with a gentle smile. "Let's get her inside and tend to her injuries."

Caius, always the pragmatic one, nodded in agreement. "We'll have you up and moving again soon."

With the utmost care, they carried (Y/N) back to the castle, her child walking alongside them, their small hand gripping Marcus's fingers tightly. As they settled (Y/N) on a comfortable couch, her ankle already swelling, she offered her child a reassuring smile.

"You know what, sweetheart?" she said softly. "Mommy's different from others, and that means I heal quickly. I'll be back on my feet before you know it."

“Like a superhero?!” asked her child.

“Just like a superhero.” She replied.

Hours passed, and true to her words, (Y/N)'s ankle mended at an astonishing rate. Her mates took turns hovering around her, fussing over her well-being. And just as she had promised, she was soon back on her feet, albeit gingerly.

The child watched with wide eyes, their amazement evident. "Mommy, you really healed so fast!"

(Y/N) chuckled, pulling them into a warm embrace. "Yes, darling, that's the magic of being a superhero.”

“Well I wanna be just like you when I’m grown up mommy!”

As the day drew to a close, (Y/N) found herself surrounded by her loving family, her mates and their adopted child. The incident served as a reminder that even in the midst of the extraordinary, they were bound by love and the simple joys of life. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold once more, (Y/N) held her family close, grateful for the journey that had led her to this moment of shared happiness.

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The Volturi Kings-

Calling them your favorite vampire

(Human Reader, no pronounce so GN Reader)

Aro Volturi-

You and Aro had been dating for a while now. You were a human so you two needed to keep it a secret but once in a while Aro took off from his work to spend time together and so he did today. You two were walking through the dark streets of Volterra. Your hand was around Aro’s tightly. You two were just enjoying the night. “Look!”, you pointed at one of the buildings. “That’s where I work!”, you exclaimed excited that you could show Aro parts of your life that he was missing. Aro smiled at that:” That’s great, darling!” You pulled them to it and he looked at it interested. “You need to come visit me there!”, you exclaimed. “I would love to but you know that I can’t go out when the sun is shining.”, he answered calmly. “I know but you could visit on a rainy day or use make up!”, you replied with a bright smile,” I need my favorite vampire around!”, you exclaimed making him look surprised. “I am your favorite vampire?”, he asked softly clearly happy about hearing that. You nodded:” Of course you are! You’re my boyfriend after all!” He grinned like an idiot which was strange because Aro was always careful to not seem like he is an idiot. “I am your favorite vampire!”, he exclaimed excited making you laugh. “Yes, Aro, you are.”, you said giving him a gentle kiss onto the lips. “I love you.”, you mumble making Aro smile. “I love you too!”

Marcus Volturi-

You two were on a walk in the forest at night, a small tradition both of you had. Suddenly Marcus stops looking at you. “Are you really not bothered that I am going with you?”, he asks and you shake the head. “I am not bothered at all.” “Are you sure?”, he asks. “I could never be bothered by my favorite vampire!”, you replies making Marcus blush slightly. He then starts to talk:” That’s quite the claim, how many vampires have you met?”, he then asks. “With you?”, you start to grin,” One!” That makes Marcus smile amused:” That means I have quite the substantial lead over my… uh… competition, hm?” That makes you giggle not replying anything. “You know I have only met one human who has not ran away in fear.”, Marcus said making you grin:” How many humans have you met?” “I’ve been a vampire for quite a while now. I’ve met a fair amount of human.”, he replied. “So not only me?”, you ask making Marcus laugh at this joke. “No not only you, I’ve met lots of humans but you are a special one.”

Caius Volturi-

You and Caio’s were having a date. He was as cold as always but wasn’t trying to kill you eventhough you’re a human so it was pretty much a “I love you so much”. You were smiling at Caius. “I love you, my favorite vampire.” Those words made his cold heart melt and he smiled back. “I love you more, my human!”, he said hugging you possessive, You were his and he loved you more than any person in the world. You hugged back. “You are my favorite vampire.”, you repeat. “I know and you are my favorite human.” You two hug for quite a while before pulling away from you. After that you have a nice evening together with dinner (he just watches you eat). He acts completely different from the way he normally does which shows you that you broke through his mental wall completely making him show his feelings towards you but you would stay the only person that would ever see this side of Caius and not the cold and cruel side everyone else gets to see.

#aro volturi #volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #aro x reader #caius x reader #marcus x reader

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vasiktomis · 9 months

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TripAdvisor's Top 10 Things To Do In Volterra, Tuscany (18+)

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Pairing: Aro/F!Reader(No use of y/n). Rating: Explicit (Minors do NOT interact). Word Count: ~3000. Warnings: Pretty tame beginnings tbh but future warnings for Stalking, Toxic relationships and power imbalances, Blood and gore, Devious little fruity men, and Reader-insert being a terrible enough person that it sort of balances it all out?? Idk. Yes there will be weird vampire sex. Read it on Ao3 Here!

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It’s in early Summer that you meet him for the first time.

One sentence typed and re-written with two pages to fill and three proseccos nursed over some amount of hours. A hot afternoon is well on its way to becoming a balmy night, and daytime family shoppers along the tight, sloping roads in Volterra have condensed into young adults seeking whatever might come close to resembling nightlife amidst alfresco dining areas and tall views of rolling hills and old brick- oh, that’s not a bad line.

Rapping the enter key, you make room for the statement.

Whatever might come close to resembling nightlife amidst alfresco dining areas and tall views of-

A pang of revulsion hits.

Fuck it. It’s shit.

You slam on the backspace, offsetting just a little of the temptation to hurl your laptop over the retaining wall and onto the road below.

“Top-up?”

Panic jolts down your spine at the black suit of a hospitality worker in your periphery. You haven’t bought anything since the sun was up. Not since the first prosecco, and the complimentary bread basket, and the second prosecco, and the complimentary bread basket, and the third prosecco, and the humiliating explanation that a family-run business simply cannot keep giving you any more of Nonna’s war-time era bread baskets.

It’s not your fault that no one’s come along to pick up the tab of a pretty tourist tonight. Alcohol’s usually pretty cheap when some cashed-up slob in linen intends to use it to leverage against you later in the night. It’s getting ridiculous out here. It’s been hours, and not only have you gotten a solid zero words into your article — you’ve been squatting here with the nicest view in Volterra for long enough that you fear the staff and your fellow patrons have begun to make assumptions about you.

You have no money left.

They can’t know you have no money left.

You offer up a smile. “Just water, please.”

You’re met with a pained reflection of the look. Maybe yours is just as sad. They leave with a hurried nod, too busy serving every other table to have time to bother with your bullshit. Maybe you should just order something. Drop a precious thirty on a four-ingredient carbonara that’ll either have you hungry again in an hour or shitting your guts out for the next twenty-four. Wasteful spending, either way. There’s only a few hundred euros left, and you can’t afford to keep doing this.

Rolling hills. Just write something about rolling fucking hills and go back to the airbnb.

Your fingers poise over the keyboard.

“Mi scusi—“

“Just water’s fine.” You nearly snap.

“Oh, you speak English.”

Another black suit in your periphery. Another wave of shame. You look up again, and the well-pressed suit standing before you smiles a mildly manic, overly familiar smile. “Good evening. I’m dreadfully sorry to ask, but would you mind moving on?”

He’s exceptionally pale, you observe. Perfect teeth. Wonderful hair that reminds you of some kind of animal.

Your brow furrows. “I’m sorry?”

“Yes. That’s fine. No harm done.” The man’s already turned away from you, clicking at the boy who had yet to fetch your water. “Un'altra sedia. Per favore-“

“I’m not done sitting here.” You say.

That smile on his face strains. Just a little.

“Well, you see,” He offers, “I like to sit here — as well as my company, and you’ve been here for—“ the smile tightens further, and you rejoice in your judgement. He feels entitled to this spot. This is his seat you’re in.

He’s just as much of a dick about this as you are.

“Four hours — and this is an exceptional spot to view the end of the sunset at this time of year.”

What a fucking prick. What sweet vindication.

“Yeah.” You agree, not budging. “It seems like it.”

“Is she gone, yet?”

Another suit approaches. This time blonde. Younger. Early-twenties perhaps, as opposed to your original assailant’s early-forties. There’s a scowl fixed to his face, exacerbated by a scoff when his gaze finds you still seated.

You don’t even give him the time of day, turning back to the brunette. “I’m working. You’re distracting me. I might’ve been gone already if you weren’t bothering me.”

“Oh please.” He lets out a breath of laughter. “You haven’t made a keystroke in over twenty minutes.”

“It’s called incubating.”

“A charming term for a nothing activity. Please move.”

“No.”

“You’re drawing attention.” Now it’s a hiss.

“Good. Let me finish my article.”

Maybe if you act distressed enough, you’ll get a free pity meal.

“God.” The blonde snarls, snapping his attention behind him, to where a small pod of similarly dressed, similarly toneless people have arrived. “Forget it, Aro. We’re missing it.”

The brunette’s head whips around, as does yours, to catch the last sliver of sun disappearing behind the hills, only the reddest of remnants remaining of its aura on the horizon. Your argument carried you through the entirety of a sunset, and the man — Aro — purses his lips into that same tight smile. Over his shoulder, the blonde retreats, muttering under his breath and merging with the herd.

Seemingly victorious, your fingers hover over the keyboard again, and Aro leans down, not quite in your space. Just close enough for you to find yourself captivated by those filed-straight teeth again.

“A word to the wise —“ He says, tone hushed, pressing a hand to the table. Fingers inches from yours. “That was the Summer solstice drawing to a close, and you made us miss it-“

“I think you took care of that one yourself, actually."

He leans closer. “You’ve drawn enough eyes to protect yourself until the locals forget this, but some of us — my friend Caius, especially — are very fond of our evening routine; and some of us can hold a grudge. You’d do well to move on before the week’s end.”

You’d be happy to punch him if you weren’t thinking so hard about that free meal, so instead, you opt to flash a smile of your own. “You’d do well to eat my ass.”

There’s a pause. A tick of his brow. A tiny twitch at a corner of his mouth. Filmy eyes bore into yours, flickering minutely to your throat.

“Buonanotte. Do try to become at least conversational in Italian.” Aro’s gaze flits to the bare centimetres between your hands. He makes a point to withdraw it across the table, slowly. Like it would simply be beneath him to touch you. “What’s the saying? When in Rome?”

Then, he’s turning. Taking his leave. Shrouded in black cloth the moment he passes into his crowd of gothic friends.

Your gaze lingers on the retreating group. A subtle glance is afforded in your direction from one of the men in his company. Tall. Far too solemn for such an exciting night.

A young man at a neighbouring table leans over to you, and you’ve spent so long looking at milky white faces at you’re nearly blinded by the hue of his sunburned face. “Ravers.” He comments. American. “Don’t mind ‘em. Probably gonna go take horse tranqs in some warehouse.”

Horse. That’s what you were trying to think of. His hair reminded you of a horse.

“I am sorry for the commotion.” The hospitality worker returns. A glass of tap water is set down before you. “Could I offer you dinner on the house?”

…

Victory.

You crack a grin up at your server. “Hey, what’s buonanotte mean?”

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For such a compact place, you do not run into Aro again. Nor any of the grimly dressed people that had been in his company.

Over the weeks spanning your stay, tourists come and go, but many of the faces in Volterra remain the same. Permanent residents remain static and likely have been so for generations. Mornings, recently, have held you in increasingly high regard; your refusal to leave their cramped community with each new brief wave of visitors bringing familiarity usually only reserved for years-old neighbours. Now you're no less annoying than a particularly entitled local.

None of whom, curiously, show any traits of albinism. Funny, considering you’d had a run in with at least half a dozen in a single night.

“Are you now living here?” A busboy asks in the evening, passing your table (god, you love claiming that) on his way to clean another. You like this one. He’s gotten into a habit of sneaking an extra biscotti onto your saucer when you order. “How is your article?”

“It’s…” The look on your face tells enough to warrant a laugh.

“I have a cousin in Florence. Single.” He explains. “He would take one look at you and fall in love. You can marry him. Take his money. His car? Three wheels. Loser. You can do what ever you want if you marry him.”

“I’ll think about it.” You assure him, turning back to your laptop.

Huh.

Odd.

There’s a smear of black in your periphery again.

That hasn’t happened since-

Your gaze snaps upward, meeting the eye of the rude bastard who’d made a martyr of you in front of the restaurant. Same phoney smile still plastered on his face. Something surges in your chest — fight instinct activating, readying you rip out a hunk of his hair should the situation call for it.

You open your mouth. Preparing a scathing slew of words.

“Oh, hi.”

Aro — you recall — doesn’t reply. Not until he plucks a chair from a nearby table and sets it down across from you. At your table. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t apologise. He just sits and watches you with his pleasant expression and his milky eyes and his horse hair. His wake wafts old paper and lint; like community library, or a darkroom, or a basement.

Your skin runs cold. Oh fuck, is he actually making good on that threat from the other night?

“Buona—“ A gesture is extended to you.

“—sera?”

“Very good.” He affirms with a too-animated grin. Like you’re a toddler. Bit patronising. “Going native, are you?”

“How do you mean?”

“Caffè in the evening, just like the locals do it. And you’ve been here every night for the better part of three weeks. One might say you were squatting.”

He’s been watching you.

He’s wearing an identical suit to the one he wore last you’d encountered him.

He’s a weirdo. You should find another stranger to cling to. Pretend to go home with them to discourage him from following more of your routine—

“Funny. I haven’t seen you.” You reply, bluntly.

A micro expression must give your thoughts away, because his eyebrows shoot up in mock-surprise. “Oh? Oh. My friends have mentioned seeing you. I hope you don’t mind — we tend to keep an eye out for people who cross our paths. Small circles and what have you.”

“That’s fair. You did threaten me last time we met.”

“Water under the bridge.” Aro dismisses. “Gossip gets around. People notice you staying.”

Your caution doesn’t dissipate. “Insular but curious?”

His smile widens. “Exactly! I’m Aro."

“I know. I heard one of your friends say it.” You reply, before giving your own name.

“I know.” Aro mirrors, and then fails to follow-up. Then, he moves to stand from his seat, pausing to consider something. “Care to walk with me?”

“Give me a minute. I’m working.”

An outright lie. You commit to typing gibberish for several minutes before closing the device and packing it away. All the while, he watches you like he’s watching a fish in a bowl.

“Upfront?” You say, standing, and he follows suit. “I carry a box cutter.”

“Wonderful.”

“Also, I choose where we go.”

He tips steepled fingers in a mockery of a bow. “Of course. Lead the way.”

Cramped as the little city may be, it’s surprisingly much harder to navigate when you’re trying to remain in the most well-lit spots. Conversation speeds up and slows with your meandering and Aro’s occasional interjection, all the while keeping a good bit of distance between you while you walk. His hands remain clasped in front of him, where you can see them. Making a show that he means you no harm.

He probably won’t murder you tonight, you decide.

You learn that he’s quite fond of history. That his friends are much the same. Even the ones that are very clearly children have a passion for preserving the arts and maintaining what Aro defines as ’cultural customs’.

It all sounds vague enough to be a little fucking hinky, but there’s a degree of relief that washes over you when Aro assures you they’re not funded by the Catholic church.

He’s also a bit pretty, and you’re humble enough to admit that your brain goes smooth when you’re confronted with pretty.

“So what is it you’ve been trying to write all week?” He eventually asks, gaze flickering to the laptop folded under your arms.

“That’s the issue.” You admit. “I haven’t really found my muse.”

“You just write about anything?” He presses.

You snort. “Wouldn’t that be nice. Right now I’m giving travel writing a whirl. Saved up a while after I finished my degree, but the longer I’m out here, the more I’m starting to realise student loans can’t really be paid off in stories.”

“Is it the stories upsetting you?” Aro frowns. “Or the loans?”

“It’s kind of fucking hard to feel inspired when all you’ve got in savings is the plane ticket home.”

“That explains all those free meals you’ve been charming everyone into.”

The heat returns to your face. He’s really been keeping an eye on you.

“Yeah — I’ve, uh—“ You keep your gaze front and centre on the road. “Sort of run out of money.”

Aro considers that for a moment. His steps slow. Then stop.

“Then, would you like a job?” He asks.

Your brow furrows, thoughts already flicking through every possible trafficking scenario and how to stage a rebuttal, and his hand raises in defence just as you open your mouth. “You would be working with a few young friends of mine.”

You think about that. “Oh, yeah. Very…varied sense of fashion.”

“Heidi’s dress sense is the most modern of us, I assure you. She leads our public outreach, but she’s a single point of contact.” Aro explains, trailing off into thoughtful contemplation. “I like to pride myself on the diversity of our group, but things don’t move as slowly as they once did, and the internet is becoming too big a sandbox for just one voice to be heard so much lately. Perhaps you could lend a hand.”

All of Aro’s words up until that pitch have sounded pretty organic in comparison. That whole thing was rehearsed, for certain.

“I don’t buy it.”

“Would you, if you had an allowance?”

”Well, yeah. That’s sort of what a job is.” You frown. For an apparently wealthy man, he's not great with employment terminology.

“You’d be compensated more than fairly.” He persists. “Most of us are volunteers, but if it helps put food on our tables, I’d be curious to see how successful you might be.”

He’s got you by the balls with this whole money thing, you won’t lie. It makes it hard to say no.

“What do you and those other two do, then?” You ask, referring to the men he had stuck to his side on your last meeting. Scraping through whatever you can amidst the glamour of his offer just to find something to poke holes in.

“We boss everyone around.”

Once it’s adequately clear that you’re not amused, Aro pivots, resuming his pace. “Marcus is in charge of relations. Caius keeps everyone in line, and I oversee the structure of everything we do.” He expands. “I do a lot of travelling. Talent scouting, recruitment. We’re globally spread. It’s…busy work, keeping track of everyone.”

“Sounds like you don’t have middle management.” You comment. “Why not hire me for that?”

That earns you a chuckle.

”It’s not perfect, but it’s preferable that olive branches are extended personally.”

”So you’re middle management.”

“In less grand terms, you could say I’m intuitive.” Aro explains, lingering for you for fall back into step. When you stop again, he does too. “I’m quite good at reading people.”

“An empath, are we?” You ask drily, turning your attention over the retaining wall at blackened country hills.

He doesn’t pick up on it. “How kind of you to say. No —“ He extends a well-manicured hand to you, keeping respectable distance. Just enough to demonstrate that this is an offer. Not an order.

He’d look like kind of a jerk if you left him hanging, so you relent and offer your own.

“If I touch you, I can see your thoughts.”

Your hand stops just short of his, pulling away just as he reaches for you. “Sorry. I’m not into the whole street art thing.”

“Not to worry.” Aro assures, outstretching his fingers until the tendons flex over his knuckles. “I’d never commit such an act without your consent.”

“Yeah. I already fell for a a bracelet scam in Barcelona.” You insist. “Once bitten, twice shy. Maybe another time.”

Aro observes you for a long moment. He’s been doing a lot of that, tonight.

“Perhaps another time.” He agrees, and the beat he takes doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s not used to being denied.

“You’re not rescinding the job offer for that, are you?” You frown.

“Don’t be ridiculous. We’re friends now.” Aro replies. “Besides; if anything, if you’re sitting in my office I won’t have to worry about you taking my favourite seat outside.”

You squint at him. Unblinking. He only gives you patience in return.

“I’ll get you in contact with one of my colleagues, and one day, you’ll let me perform my party trick for you. Sound agreement?”

It’s all just a little too good to be true, and a little too weird to be charming. You attempt a sympathetic look, but it feels more like an outright wince. “I’m sorry, it’s gonna have to be a no.”

Aro’s lips purse. His fingers lock together at his front, knuckles pressing while he thinks.

Then, he regards you with a split-second point of his finger. A final bid.

”I’ll pay for your dinner tonight.”

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Sold.

#to everyone who heard i was writing a oneshot: im sorry #aro volturi #twilight fanfiction #aro x reader #further tagged as:#TTTVT #oh yeah if you're new here and you see a typo #no you didn't

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Volturi Kings HC - Finding out their a vampire

Volturi Kings x GN! Reader

Summary: Finding out their a vampire.

Warnings: Fluff, Established a Relationship, Vampire bitting, Mentions of blood, Some fluff

Characters: Aro Volturi, Marcus Volturi, Caius Volturi, Carlisle Cullen

Aro Volturi

- Waltzing across the castle's ballroom, taking your hand and body in lead as you two talked away, he'd make you feel like a real royal as you floated through the dance, not knowing what his mind raced on since meeting you.

- All of your dates consisted of activities that didn't involve food, yet it never made you question as to why being blinded by his entirety, never guess his next words to you.

- Loving every bit of his oddity, taking his words as a joke, kissing his icy lips lending him an opportunity of proof in cutting your lip with his sharp teeth.

- With the sting of pain on your lip watching as he smiles to your shock, smashing his lips onto yours once again, tasting the blood from the cut.

- Kissing back, he'd see it as acceptance causing him to pull you closer into his arms, feeling as his cold hands cupped your face, giving all of his love in that moment on the rush of tasting your blood.

Feeling the contrast of heat and icy skin, you bit back a moan of enjoyment, but just as quickly as it came, it went. Aro looked at your face, seeing the masterpiece of your bloody lip, with his help in painting it across your lips.

Seeing as he smirked with the same copy of his work, but quickly he licked it away, making you both laugh, not questioning him only letting your love bloom further with another dance across the dance floor, not caring for the sacred musicians in the corner as they played away once more.

Caius

- Having every intention of telling you, though not caring to when, his cold touch to your hand as you both stare forward getting your painting done.

- Watching as the painter turned the canvas, showing you the oiled painting of you both, looking back to Caius seeing as he frowned. Giving his thoughts on your cheeks needing to be more flushed, the painter nodded, going back to work.

- Seeing that it was only you who needed to be worked on more, Caius turned his head to you, fighting the urge to look into his red jewel-like eyes. Flushing as he moved closer to your neck, his breath echoing off your neck.

- Pain struck your neck making your body rush as his cold hands pulled you closer. Feeling as Caius's hands gently held your body to him, almost putting your body at ease.

- Just as it came, you looked face-to-face with your lover, seeing as his lips were colored in your blood. Hearing his next words, you looked to the painter, who turned the canvas to the two of you, making Caius even more satisfied.

As his sharp teeth dug into your tender skin, drinking away, returning the favor in digging your nails into his arm, still not changing his gentle touch that wrapped to pull you in.

Slightly tightening his grip as if in excitement to your cries of pain, as his teeth break away, he kisses the bite, leaving it swollen. Moving your head to look up to his red eyes, seeing as they grew bright matching his glowing smirk.

Marcus

- Never intended on telling you, but as your time was mostly spent in the castle library, it was inevitable getting a hand on a book of tales of vampires unraveling the surface of his being.

- Giving the book to him as you preferred his somber voice, laying on his quiet chest, ready to hear his tale, but instead speaking of his own story as a creature of the night.

- Listening stiffly against his chest as his voice echoes through his chest, not reading from the book, only from his infinite brain telling of his transformation.

- Every detail shocked you but kept you enthralled as the story moved on, hearing the times and places of his journeys, not holding back as the book of truth no longer having to fight within his head about you being human, as this opened the door of eternal love.

- Hours later, absorbing his words not looking up to your handsome lover, his shoulder visibly lifted as his cold hands held your hands as he went on, almost lulling you to sleep.

Looking to your glowing lover as the sunset shines through the arched window, his hair and eyes perfect, seeing how he pulled you in even now with the soothing words of his life.

Finishing his last words, looking down at your tired face, seeing as he was in his mind, airing out his empty chest, nothing else mattered to him, not even what your thoughts were to him. Only seeing as you still felt comfortable falling asleep on his chest after telling you the tales of his sins over his long life.

Carlisle

- Dating for a good amount of time, sharing many days with each other, and yet knowing little about him, through the time of your relationship never had he eaten in front of you, brushing it off to his busy life.

- Never leaving your mind only as it slowly feeds onto the things that stuck out to you, finally having enough with questions that needed answers, you sat him down after your date night.

- Comforting him as his amber eyes softened hearing your words, wanting to protect you, but with your relationship on the line, he risked something greater, your lives.

- Starting slowly, he told you everything he could in very few words, fearing that if not, you would run off before hearing the whole truth. Soothing your feelings, no matter what your reaction is, with his silken voice that drowns out any fear or doubt.

- Feeling as though you were floating out of your body, not taking in the sun hitting his skin, watching it shine, taking away your breath.

Taking in your lover's new appearance, seeing how his glowing skin looked perfectly with his blonde and amber eyes as he spoke with such grace. Stunned to your seat on the bed, realizing all of what he had brought you into—a world of chilled-skinned beings that would kill to not have you know.

Breaking you from the daze with icy lips on your cheek while cupping the other, as your eyes followed him as he stood up with the familiar warm smile.

Let me know if you like it this way compared to how I did this one: First time in bed, I did it more in writing style and not just telling, so do please let me know which you prefer.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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volturissideslut · 5 months

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Can you the volturi kings with a mate that is a tattoo artist and covered in tattoos. She gets turned into a vampire and discover that she has the powers to give vampires tattoos

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖞)

Some NSFW thoughts, but its just a few sentences. Not proper smut.

They would LOVE your tattoos while you're human.

Caius would spend hours upon hours kissing them and tracing them with his tongue. Let me tell you, if you got his initials really high up on your inner thigh he would spend days, months, years, the rest of his immortal life with his head between your thighs just to switch between eating you out and sucking dark hickeys over that tattoo.

Aro designs new ones for you. Your body is art to him (with or without tattoos) but he gets so happy when you get one of his designed permanently etched onto your skin. He would foam at the mouth if you got a bite mark tattoo and told him that's where you want to be bitten when you're turned - it's like he's marked you already.

Marcus just things its so hot. So god damned unbelievably hot. He just can't stop staring at you. Strip tease him, I dare you. You'll be face down ass up before you can even reveal the newest design.

Also, if you tattoo yourself they'd let you practice on them. They're vampires, it doesn't hurt. And the design will fade after an hour or so because the venom that flows through them would break it down.

There was a fifteen minute period where all four of you had matching tattoos and it was the best fifteen minutes of their lives. Okay, that's a lie. But it makes top 5 at least!

After you're turned they fade a bit and then come back?? And everyone is so confused until they all realise your gift.

They make you put your initials on them. Aro has them on the inside of his right wrist (so he can always see it and so everyone knows he belongs to you) . Marcus has them on his bicep (he often shows it off to you when trying to subtly impress you with his muscles). Caius has it on his collarbone, halfway between is hear and shoulder on his left (and he takes every moment he can to be shirtless around you and flex)

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 7 months

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Pride

Based on this request: Hi ! Is it possible to request something with Aro Volturi, please ? With Aro’s mate (newly found/turned), basically being a smart-ass and sarcastically kicking buts, and Aro behind being so proud behind her (kind of like Jake Peralta, “Chills, literal chills”) ? Thank you very much !

Here you go! I did change it just a little bit to better fit the flow I wanted with the story. *Familiar characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Twilight

Warnings: None? Mentions of training, some fluff. Reader is sassy. Post books/movies.

Pairings/Characters: Aro Volturi x fem!vampire reader, mentions of the other Volturi leaders, The Olympic Coven.

Aro heard what sounded like two boulders crashing together. It didn't take long for him to realize that two vampires were fighting. Whether it was a real fight or simply training, he didn't know, but he needed to find out. After all, he and his brothers were in Forks to check up on the Olympic Coven. They needed to be certain everything was being handled accordingly.

The three Volturi leaders followed the sound of the fight until they came upon a large open meadow. One of the Cullens was laughing, clearly engaged in a mock fight with another vampire that the Volturi did not recognize. "Come on, Emmett! I thought you were supposed to be the strongest vampire here!" the new vampire sassed. Emmett laughed again.

"You've got newborn strength on your side," he playfully pouted. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Excuses. Excuses. If you can't handle me, why don't you just-" you cut off as you turned your eyes on the newcomers. Your red eyes met Aro's and the leader nearly sank to his knees.

Aro prided himself on his composure in all situations but one look at you had his undead heart nearly thundering out of his chest. A sense of loyalty and possessive protectiveness consumed Aro in an instant. There was only one thing it could mean. After thousands of years, Aro had FINALLY found his mate.

"Aro. Marcus. Caius," Carlisle greeted. Edward and Bella, who had been watching the fight, were instantly on edge upon Carlisle's greeting. The two of them were still sharing a "them.vs.us" mentality of the Volturi after nearly 20 years since the incident of the trial about Renesmee. The others had calmed a bit more and Carlisle and Esme had attempted to repair relationships between their coven and the Volturi.

Aro heard Carlisle's greeting, but could not tear his eyes off of you. You cocked your head to the side as a dozen emotions crossed your features at once. Edward grew even more on edge after a moment and Aro was certain he'd read your thoughts. The emotions of newborn vampires are intense beyond measure and Edward was probably worried as to what was about to happen.

"C-Carlisle?" The leader of the coven turned his attention to you, earning a soft growl from Aro. Carlisle froze, glancing between you and Aro for a moment. His eyes lit up in understanding. "Oh. Aro, is she…?" Aro didn't reply so Carlisle turned to Marcus, who nodded after using his gift. "I see. Y/N, this is Aro, a dear friend and one of the leaders of the Volturi. Aro, Marcus, Caius; this is Y/N."

"Well, there goes my sparring partner," Emmett grumbled, causing you to raise a brow at him. "Surely the leaders of the most powerful coven in the world see the need for training?" Carlisle glanced at Aro again. "Of course they do, Y/N. But as Aro's m-" The vampire in question shot Carlisle a look telling him that now wasn't the time. You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned. "I don't like being kept in the dark. What is going on here?"

Everyone in the Olympic Coven tensed as you stared at Aro. He was honestly surprised at your courage. The air grew more tense as you waited for someone to respond. Everyone could see that you were ready to run or fight if someone didn't say something soon. Your newborn emotions were beginning to get the better of you until Jasper sent a wave of calm in your direction. Aro had never been more grateful for the empath.

"You are right, mia regina," Aro began slowly and softly, as if you were a frightened animal. "Stop messing with my emotions, Jasper. I'm in control," you stated before turning your attention back to Aro and asking, "What am I to you? Why are you looking at me like I hung the moon in the sky?" Aro wanted to chuckle. You were intelligent too, or at the very least, highly observant.

"Maybe we should give them a moment," Carlisle softly suggested, "Though Jasper could stay, should he need to." You rolled your eyes again. "Dammit, Carlisle, I am perfectly capable of managing my temper. I'm not some hormonal teenage girl on her period, but if you keep walking on eggshells around me, I'm sure I could convince Jasper to make you feel like one." Used to your sass by that point, Carlisle chuckled and motioned for the rest of the Cullens to leave. Marcus and Caius followed, leaving you and Aro alone.

You turned back to Aro with your arms still crossed over your chest. For a moment, neither of you said a word and Aro could see that you were becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the silence. He didn't want that, so he spoke. "How long have you been one of our kind?" You arched a brow. "A few months. I-I don't have a gift, if that's what you're after. Edward said-"

"That boy is vexing at the best of times and overly dramatic at the worst. He is fortunate I respect my friendship with Carlisle. Yes, the Volturi pride ourselves on our guard and their gifts, but that has nothing to do with this, mi amore." Your face scrunched in an adorable manner as you processed what he said. "Then what is this exactly? Because I'll be honest, I am completely confused as to why one of the leaders of the Volturi is looking at me the way you are now."

"How much have you been taught about the life of a vampire?" You shrugged and answered that Carlisle had taught you quite a bit. "I see, and has Carlisle spoken to you about mates?" You instantly froze. It was obvious that you immediately understood what Aro was getting at. "You don't mean that I-I mean…that I am your mate, do you?" Aro nodded. "You are. Surely you can feel it? Though, with your rather…intense newborn senses, you may not fully understand what it is you're feeling in the moment."

You paused for a moment, staring at Aro intently. Aro, for his part, waited rather impatiently for you to say something. "What happens now?" you finally asked softly. Aro so desperately wanted to order you around. Tell you that you would come to Volterra with him without a fight. But something told him that would not go over well. He didn't want you to be unhappy or feel like you were forced into the situation.

"I understand that the world has a lot to offer to a new vampire. It pains me to think about being apart from you, but if you wish to explore the world for a while after your newborn year is finished, you could. I would ask that you keep in touch, however. Not knowing that you are safe would be…It is not something either of us should wish to experience."

"Or, and hear me out, you could join me?" you suggested. Now that your mind had processed everything, you were able to think rationally. Aro blinked for a moment in surprise before smiling. "I suppose that could be arranged." You beamed up at him, but the smile quickly faded from your lips. Aro was about to ask why when Emmett reappeared, launching himself at you. You caught the bigger vampire by the arm and tossed him deeper into the woods. Then, after blowing a kiss to Aro, you chased after Emmett. Aro watched you go with a look a pride all over his face. That was his mate.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

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the-dawn-star · 11 months

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Hello. Yandere Volturi kings, yandere Volturi guards(Felix , Demetri, Alec) and soul mate reader. Can you write ?

A/N: Hi! And once again a disclaimer: this stuff is not healthy and not okay! And Alec is the movie Alec, of course.

-S

+ 700ish words.

TW: Yandere stuff, talk of Demetri breaking reader’s wrist, stalking, paranoia, kidnapping, in general not good stuff.

Felix...

Felix didn’t really believe in love at first sight. He had been focused on his job for so long that seeing you for the first time his whole world turned upside down.

Felix just had to have you, and he was going to make sure of it.

He took you to the castle and locked you in his personal room. After all, the room was going to become yours, so you had to get used to it.

Felix would hold you while you cried in his arms and tell you how much he loved you.

Felix is a quieter type, don’t get me wrong he is possessive, dangerous and manipulative, but he doesn’t want to hurt you physically at least.

Demetri...

If Demetri happens to be your soulmate you will be practically dead to anybody who is not Demetri himself.

When he saw you for the first time, he got close to you but then he got a smell of another man on you. To say it shortly that man was hunted down and tortured until Demetri felt like the man had gotten enough of a punishment for touching you.

Demetri is super clingy and will show his best puppy dog eyes, if you say no to him.

He will also manipulate you to be okay with his behavior, but like Felix he doesn’t want to hurt you physically. Demetri once broke your wrist while you were fighting about his concerning behavior.

Alec...

Alec is shy with his soulmate but not any less yandere than s co-workers.

Alec likes to know you before he starts to get into a relationship with you. He watches you, but to him he is doing this just to make sure that you are safe and happy.

When you start your relationship, you will get a massive surprise when he starts to talk about your personal life that you hadn’t told him yet.

Alec hates to see you cry, but he is a bit more understanding. He will hold you and tell you how much he loves you.

Caius...

Caius is the most sadistic of all of them.

Caius will bound you to a bed and force you to hear him. Caius will go on and on about the fact of how you could be killed and how that would crush him like it did with Marcus.

In his mind, he needs to keep you safe from other people, but in the process, he will hurt you so much more.

Caius is paranoid and sadistic, and rarely shows you any actual affection. But when you get some of that so needed affection Caius will be glued to you and you are left to wanting more.

Marcus...

Marcus wants you to love him. His first plan isn’t to kidnap you and force you to be his. He wants the normal kind of relationship first.

And he gets it for a short moment, but like everyone else in this post he is yandere.

First, he manipulates you to stay with him at all times and next the paranoia hits. It’s his job to keep you safe anyway.

Slowly he becomes more paranoid. Didyme had died and now you were a new chance for happiness for him. He just needs to be sure that something like that wouldn’t happen to you too.

And if you didn’t like him at that point, it didn’t matter, because after all you were alive.

Aro...

Aro is paranoid too, but he doesn’t want to show it to you.

He actually doesn’t want to show any weaknesses to you, in case you would use them against him

Aro tries to get you to fall in love with him the normal way first, but soon sees that it has been a long time since he has talked to a human for more than a second.

So, he kidnaps you and confesses his love for you, only to start panicking after you start to cry in terror. Instead of listening to you, he will hold you and whisper to you how he would never let you go.

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Volturi Kings with a pale mate

So you're pale (wow) and still human. You're veins are visible through your skin. I think over all they probably don't really care either way... BUT I had this thought so here you go:

Caius goes crazy because of it. These delicious lines covering your body, make his mouth water. He could eat you up (literally). Probably even stares if you walk around in a t-shirt. It already takes a lot of control for him not to jump you when hearing your heartbeat, but seeing the veins shine through your skin? (especially your décolleté). He probably gets mad about it sometimes, and tells you to cover up (sometimes in a not so friendly manner). If he's been too harsh he'll apologize. He loves you and doesn't want to hurt you. He's just afraid to lose control.

Aro is fascinated with it. He doesn't question his control as much as Caius does. So sometimes he kisses those lines or nibbles your skin in those places (like every vein visible even). Will use this as foreplay. Never fails to turn him on and ,obviously because he kisses and licks and nibbles all over your body, it turns you on too.

Marcus is happy to have a second chance at love. He's loves being close to you, touching you, sometimes to make sure you're not just a part of his imagination. While he does like to kiss along those lines. (He doesn't like it as much as Aro though.) He prefers to trace them, running his fingers over them in gentle touches. There's no sexual intent behind those touches most of the time.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 8 months

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Aro - In a relationship/turning you

warning : dark themes, blood, mental issues, obsession, angst, hurt, tiny comfort, no use of Y/n

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°Blood, violence and madness

°You would still be human if you met each other and he automatically felt this irrepressible desire for you.

°His dead heart beats only for you and yet instantly the fear of losing you. His paranoia and his way of becoming the better.

°He leaves you no choice, you will stay with him and be locked up in Volterra. Darkness, candlelight and only light rays will be the light that comes to your body.

°But for Aro it is the same, for him you and above all your blood count. Your entire existence. His paranoia would get worse day by day, especially about your fragile existence.

°Anything could kill you, including him. But his love goes so far, at least in the beginning, that he gives you a little time to think about it. Either he bites you and you're all his forever. Or he tries out the abilities of others on you for the time being. See what your love can withstand before you break and come to him.

°Then you would be his broken heart which he could put back together again at will. An idea that appeals to him more than anything else.

°But even in the time to the bite he is sometimes like a child. When you read something together, he sometimes insisted on reading you something from an already lame language, almost clapping his hands.

°His red eyes would flit over the pages of the book and he would look graceful in an armchair. He was beautiful and it was exactly this irresistible beauty and his looks that made the love between you seem real.

°In addition to the countless books he read to you, chuckling at your lack of plan for the contents of what you had read. Nevertheless, it was above all his cruel jokes that he liked to make. Whether it was exploiting your fear of others, punishing you for not always looking at him.

°Because in his madness he was convinced that as soon as your gaze left him you would be in danger.

°Once, for fun, he had the Volturri guards hunt you down and lock you in a room with corpses. For him, it was more of an amusement than anything else in the millennia of his life. He rarely gave you any tenderness afterwards, once wiping away a tear and running an encouraging hand over your head before turning back into his grey self.

°Until the day his love finally began to love him in his eyes. At her meal, which he watched for fear she might choke on the food, but still looked at it with fascination, she stabbed. The knife, sharp enough to give her a deep cut, she plunged into his chest before using the larger of the two and plunging it into her own.

°A desperate attempt to drag the monster down with her even though she knew it would do no good. While sounds of pain came from her lips, only a sincere laugh of madness came from his.

°A laugh combined with the amusement of red eyes that made her want to back away from him in fear. She wanted to rush to the door with the knife stuck in her chest. She didn't want to die with him, at least she wanted to decide about her death.

°But he did not let her.

°Instead, she hadn't even been able to take a step when he grabbed her from behind and held the knife still stuck in his chest in front of her eyes. She forced herself to look at the big mirror. She saw that she now had pure fear in her eyes but a hint of pride was in her frightened eyes.

°She and he knew that he could kill her any second if he wanted to. ,,I never thought you would kill for me," he murmured, burying his head in the crook of her neck, smelling her blood pouring out. He felt her tense as he put the blade of the knife to her neck, ignoring her ,,Don't" and made the first cut.

°,,Shall we see how long this useless life lasts?" he asked, not even waiting for an answer. The next cuts and wounds came and came. It was pain that he seemed to enjoy, letting her know that it would be the only time she would rebel against him and never again.

°It was first seconds, then minutes and finally hours when even Marcus and Caius herebi came to see how the leader's love was doing. The weak pleas for help fell on deaf ears. Vampires. Monsters did not feel pity. Especially not for humans who were still alive.

°Until they disappeared and Aro was left with his beloved in the blood-soaked room. He looked down at the drained, almost dead woman laughing in her own blood, which was still on his hands. I think you understand," he murmured his thoughts and saw the faint nod that satisfied him.

°Moving to her and grabbing her, he lifted her back up onto her legs that were barely holding her. She was far too weak and he could only hold her, he protected her, he was everything to her at that moment. He was her god. The master, the decider of life and death.

°When he pulled her to him and said one last ,,Now you are mine forever, my love" before he bit her. Sucking the last drop of her blood and feasting on it before holding her dead, asleep body in his arms. His dead hands ran over her icy cheek to her lips and twisted a little with her.

°A dance of death between two bodies that would be together forever. When his red eyes met hers of the same colour, her heart stopped beating and the two of them had forever before them.

°Not knowing that something had developed in their new state. A gift. The gift to sense when one or more people want to harm her. She felt it and even if helpful at the beginning she was almost happy about it. But with time the enemies seemed to be everywhere, everyone seemed to want to harm her.

°But then came the madness and in her madness, knowing that everything wanted to kill her, there was one who did not. Who didn't want to harm her. Aro. The leader of the vampires was the only one who would not harm her.

°So it was the madness of the two that brought them together for eternity. In bloody, cruel love in which they both kept the only forever. Together in madness and paranoia.

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