The castle was silent, dead in the middle of the night as you walked through the corridors towards the kitchen. There wasn’t a vampire in sight and you hadn’t seen any of the kings since you’d fallen asleep earlier that night. Christmas was only a few days away and, since it was the first time the castle had celebrated in years, some vampires were still making finishing touches.
You’d woken up not long ago, craving some of the cookies you had made earlier. Your socked feet were quiet against the floor, not emitting a single sound as you made your journey.
The kitchen was empty, as you expected, and you headed towards the fridge, ready to pour yourself a glass of milk. Your eyes were heavy as you took your first few sips and you leaned against the countertop, waiting to wake up a little more.
The microwave went off a few moments later, after you had placed a few cookies inside. You grabbed them, setting the warm plate beside you as you hopped onto the counter and unlocked your phone.
Quiet noises came out of your phone as you scrolled through it, leaving you distracted as the kings made their way towards you. A brief silence between videos left you glancing towards your mates before you picked up another cookie.
“Are you eating cookies right now?” Aro sounded amused when he spoke. “It’s 3 AM!"
"If Santa can do it, so can I.” You shrugged nonchalantly and Caius sputtered, outstretching his arms in your direction as he stared down the other two kings. Marcus and Aro leveled the blonde with blank stares, waiting to see what he would do. Out of the three, he was the one most concerned with your human habits.
“You should be asleep!”
Your tired eyes flickered to him for a brief second before returning towards your phone. “I was asleep. Now I’m hungry.”
He was beside you now, gently trying to pry the phone out of your hand. “We’re only worried about you getting proper rest, Y/n. Go back to sleep and you can eat more in the morning.”
You groaned back at your mate, throwing your head back on his shoulder. “Why is he always so difficult?”
“The same reason you’re always so dramatic.” Marcus teased back and you rolled your eyes.
“Whatever.” You sat yourself back up and shoved the final cookie in your mouth before downing it with the rest of your milk. “I’ll go back to sleep as long as you three stay with me.”
“We’ll stay as long as you need us to.” Aro assured as Caius gripped your hand. He helped you down onto the floor and you reached up to kiss the blonde’s cheek before wrapping your arms around his neck. Caius scooped you up easily and the four of you made the trip back to your room.
Each of you scrambled around into comfortable spots on your bed and you cuddled into the nearest king. Marcus gently swept his thumb across the side of your mouth before placing his lips there and wishing you a goodnight.
You fell asleep quickly after, secure in the company of your mates.
You grinned at yourself in the mirror, fingers reaching up to poke at your fake teeth.
It was halloween night and the castle was buzzing, every vampire getting ready for their annual party.
Usually, it was just the guards and lower coven members that attended but it was your first halloween at the castle and, as the mate of all three kings, you insisted that they tagged along.
Now, you were locked in your room, trying to perfect your costume. You had locked Aro, Caius, and Marcus out, not allowing them to see your costume until you were ready.
It had been a challenge to hide this costume from Aro, the king trying his best to understand your reasons for not touching him over the past few weeks.
But you didn’t want to ruin the surprise.
A knock sounded on your door, this one loud and impatient and you rolled your eyes. “I’m coming! Give me two minutes!”
“You said that ten minutes ago!” Caius yelled back. “We’re going to be late!”
You rolled your eyes at the king again. He was always the dramatic one, even more so than Aro. “You can’t be late to your own party, Caius.”
You grabbed your black cape from your bed and clasped it around your neck before popping the collar of your white shirt. Your fingers were splattered from the bloody makeup you bought earlier that week, the blood dried on your chin and the top of your shirt.
You fixed the fake fangs one more time and ruffled your hair again, trying to make yourself look as ridiculous as people claimed vampires were.
Finally satisfied, you marched to the door and wrenched it open, smiling viciously as you greeted your mates.
Marcus was the first to react, laughing loudly at the sight of you. Aro chuckled beside him, his fingers reaching out to poke at your makeup. “This is what you’ve been hiding?”
“I look fantastic, don’t I?” You grinned, eyes catching on Caius’ face. His face was scrunched in a complicated expression, causing you to laugh happily.
“Wha-? Are you supposed to be a vampire?” He sputtered, his eyes taking in the fake blood and dracula-like costume.
“Was it not obvious?” You frowned playfully, glancing down at your outfit. “I thought I looked just like you three.”
Caius scoffed. “You look ridiculous.”
“Good, that means I nailed it.” You patted his cheek, smiling again when he flinched back.
“Now come on.” You said, gripping Marcus and Aro’s hands as you began to walk towards your destination. “Let’s go party.”
Description: reader used to be apart of the voltori like one of the top guards but left and then years later she got a call from Carlisle to be a witness and then volturi see her and idk i was hoping for some aro love you know?
Requested by:Anon
Warnings: none
Dark red eyes followed the human as he walked out of the bar. He stumbled, nearly falling before leaning on the wall next to him for support. You narrowed your eyes at the man.
You hadn’t fed in weeks and you were going crazy. You couldn’t believe there was no one else out in this town. This man would have to do for now.
You moved from the shadows when the man turned his back, and ran towards him. Your hand wrapped around his throat, pinning him to the wall. Before he could scream, your teeth sank into his throat, silencing him.
After you fed, you dropped the man’s body with a thud.
“Really, y/n?” A familiar voice sounded behind you and you spun on your heel. Carlisle Cullen stood in front you, along with his wife Esme.
You smiled, “Carlisle! It’s great to see you again! And you, Esme.”
The woman smiled politely at you. Carlisle nodded, “look, we need your help.”
Your eyes narrowed suspiciously at the doctor, “with?”
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Anxiety crept through your body as you and the large group of witnesses made your way through the snow. The family of Cullens walked in front of you, stopping halfway across the field. You stood beside the Denali’s, waiting for the Volturi to arrive.
You had a history with the Volturi. You had lived there at the same time as Carlisle - leaving at the same time as well. And even after hundreds of years, you regretted leaving.
Mainly because of Aro. Turns out, you and Aro had been mates.
But you were a newborn at the time you lived the with Volturi. You wanted to go out and see the world - even if it meant Aro couldn’t go with you. You planned to go back to him, it was just taking a lot longer than you planned.
Now you would be seeing him again. You were nervous as to how he would react to seeing you on the ‘enemy’s’ side.
Suddenly, a cluster of black hoods broke through the tree line. The group stalked towards you, easily outnumbering the small group you had.
Aro walked at the front of the pack, eyes wandering around the witnesses.
“He’s looking for Alice,” Edward told everyone.
You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He hadn’t changed at all since you had left. His eyes fell on you, halting in his step. You shifted nervously, but your eyes didn’t leave his.
Edward turned back to you, confused for half a second before finally realizing. He tilted his head, inviting you to come forward. You left Tanya’s side and stood by Edward’s, connecting your eyes to Aro’s once again.
No one spoke. Tension rose from both sides of the field, waiting for what was to happen next. After a moment, Aro stuck out his hand.
Instantly, you walked towards him. You didn’t use any speed - you just wanted to take your time. You reached him, immediately placing your hand in his.
Aro pulled your hand to his chest, reading your thoughts for a minute. Then, his eyes came back into focus and cautiously pulled you into a hug. You grabbed him, putting your face in his neck and sighing.
“I missed you,” you murmured, “I’m sorry it took so long to get back to you.”
“Don’t worry about it, my dear,” Aro ran a hand through your hair, “I’m just glad you’re here.”
Another commission ready! NSFW art (full image in fic link) Peter Vincent offers a special massage for a special vampire. If you want to delight in an interesting crossover, run to read this story between Peter Vincent and Aro Volturi!
So I finally found out how to put a tittle through my phone so we are back in business babies. This was requested by anon, Enjoy!
Bella and (Y/n) have been inseparable since she arrived in Forks, she was the one that helped her feel comfortable and welcomed the most out of everyone. She understood that Bella was not used to people taking into consideration how she felt or what she wanted, so (y/n) felt like it was necessary and helped her grow a bit of a backbone.
However, all her work went out the window when her boyfriend Edward left her. She became miserable, depressed and refused to heal from the heartache, (y/n) was a few years older than Bella so she had a grasp of how a break up at that age could make you feel lost and misunderstood so she remained a vague help in the shadows, trying to help Charlie in this process.
“Never in a million years I thought I would end up in this type of situation”
(Y/n) said to Alice as they walked towards the big entrance of where the “vampire royalty” lived. Alice gave her a ghost of a smile and it took no genius to see that she felt particularly nervous.
(Y/n) felt no empathy for her, especially now when in just a span of an hour she found out vampires existed, that they were vampires and apparently they were in trouble at the vampire police? She wished she was dreaming or joking yet they were no sight of cameras and she vividly remembered waking up from her nap hours ago.
As Alice effortlessly opened the big and what looked like quite a heavy door,only to be met by two tall strange men dressed in black, a shirtless Edward and a slightly disheveled Bella.
“Hello Demetri, Felix”
Alice greeted them as she took off her sunglasses. The two men looked at (y/n) with surprise before smiling.
“Another mortal, Aro won’t be pleased”
“She has nothing to do with this”
Bella defended her as (y/n) tried to look confident under their gaze, she felt like she was under a microscope and most importantly that her life was at risk.
“Aro will be pleased, she is here for a reason”
“Am I? And if I am then what is the reason?” (Y/n) thought, still choosing to remain silent and observe the scene.
Before Alice could answer a young female voice was heard in the distance.
“Enough”
“Jane”
Edward was heard in a very shy and almost scared demeanor that made (y/n) hands get sweaty. As the extremely young girl approached and took off her hood you could see her red hues glistening that brought shivers in (y/n)’s spine.
“Aro send me to see what’s taking so long”
At that they all silently followed the girl like sheep followed the leader. She could feel that something was not going to go well at the pit of her stomach yet she couldn’t understand what would happen next.
As Jane opened the doors she was met with three men sitting in chairs a few steps higher than the marble floor, certifying their distance and higher standards than the others that walked in.
As soon as she walked in she felt tense and under a spell, the air felt stuffing like she could not take another breath or her lungs would explode.
“How wonderful, Bella is alive after all, isn’t that wonderful? I love a happy ending, but they are so rare”
A man with long black hair and extremely fair complexion approached them, he seemed like the leader since his chair was more out front. He was firstly walking towards Edward but before he could fully stand in front of him the man froze. He had a strange aura surrounding him, made (y/n) get very hyper aware of her surroundings when they locked eyes.
“And… who is that?”
He asked in a high pitched yet kind of child like voice, it was disturbing to say the least. His entire presence resembles a lunatic to her yet he seemed very intrigued by her.
“That’s (y/n) she is a friend”
“Friends, what an amazing bond to have. Allow me to introduce myself then dear (y/n)… I am Aro”
He said as he extended his arm to her. She gave him hers and he placed a slight kiss on her palm, his hands felt like solid ice against hers. Aro took a deep inhale of her scent that made him feel like his lungs were on fire and her blood was the antidote.
“Aaaaahh quel dolce profumo” (that sweet smell)
He said as she took her hand back in a swift motion. Bella was trying to understand what was happening while Edward felt torn between what was the right thing to do in this situation.
“I don’t understand”
“Of course you don’t dearest, do not be afraid of me, I want to protect you”
Aro reassured her yet she didn’t feel relaxed, quite the opposite actually. As her eyebrows furrowed Alice pushed her a bit closer to Bella.
“What is going on?”
“Il mio cantante” (my singer)
“Can you stop with the Italian? And somebody please explain this to me”
She grew frustrated as her voice became louder. Alice decided that it was time someone helped (y/n), mostly because she felt bad, she saw what could happen if Aro saw her. She could help them survive
“You are Aro’s mate, like Bella is to Edward”
“Excuse me?”
She could not believe it. There was no way her fate would be this crazy man that stood before her, it was baffling to her.
“There must be a mistake here”
“I’m wounded dear, I could give you the world”
Aro said without showing a hint of emotion. In his mind this was the most marvelous news, there she stood, his true second in command and he was sure she would make a great one. Another diamond for his coven
“Edward, what is going on?”
“I’m afraid Alice is right (y/n)”
“No, I’m not going to stay here. I have a life of my own”
“Unfortunately dearest I can’t possibly let you go now, you belong here”
“I belong where my heart wishes and trust me my heart wants to get out of here”
“That could be arranged”
The blonde hair man that sat in the back silently watching hissed at her. At this point (y/n) fell in survival mode and if it was this strange man who could be her punching back then so be it.
“I’m not talking to you fu-”
Alice did not allow her to finish her sentence. She clapped her hand over (y/n)s mouth and pulled her back for everybody’s safety
“It’s for your own good”
Alice whispered in her ear while Aro went into a laughing fit. Alice freed her one (y/n) looked a bit more calm and less dangerous.
“She has a fire in her, you will be one of my greatest additions”
(Y/n) hasn’t felt this helpless in ages, she valued her free spirit and the need to feel alive by choosing her fate at her own time. Now she was standing on a dead end that others forced her in.
“You knew about this? That’s why you brought me here? Like a lamb for slaughter”
She turned to Alice, the feeling of betrayal written all over (y/n)s face. She didn’t understand why Alice insisted in her tagging along but now it all made sense, she was a simple sacrifice for her beloved brother.
“It’s not like that-”
“Okay, explain then”
Alice started looking around as her scattered thoughts did not help her to come out with an explanation to justify her actions.
“I’ll stay here, just let them go please”
(Y/n) stated as she focused on Aro. She could sense what her future meant for her, she would become like them, eternally young.
“The girl knows too much, she is a liability”
The blonde one threw his two cents in. Even though she was caught in this because of them she felt pity for them, she saw first hand how Bella had become because of Edwards absence.
“Consider this as a deal, I won’t put a fight on anything you need me to do but they will leave unharmed. Bella will become a vampire eventually”
“This is a rare occasion, however I feel charitable, take them away demetri. Would you like to say goodbye to your friends?”
Aro asked her. She felt he back tense up at those words, an ironic smirk painted her lips
“Friends? What a funny word.”
Aro instructed Demetri to take them away with a simple hand motion while (y/n) felt tears cloud her eyes. As she heard them walk away Aro came closer to her and placed his hands on the sides of her face in a way to soothe her. His coldness reminded her for what’s about to come, making her legs tremble.
“You’ll be safe here dearest, you don’t have to worry about anything”
AN: idec anymore. Have this rambling nonsense because else im gonna lose my mind and i need this to end asap for i cannot focus on anything else
This is an angst piecce, surprise surprise, between Aro and Caius. Trigger warnings: None Word count: 6447 (yikes)
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It has been just over a century since Didyme’s disappearance, just a little less since Damiano was in their palace halls, wrecking havoc and tearing them apart. A century since they had considered letting Aro in his luck, moving forward without him, a century since Aro took to keeping his skin hidden, protected, unloved, a century since he started keeping his arms folded over his chest at all times in an attempt to hide their terrible tremors.
Caius could not remember the last time he and Aro had a real conversation, that didn’t revolve around a trial, a criminal, a punishment and now, he was making his way to his room. He had taken a warm bath, needing to calm his nerves, finally able to do so on his own without needing another pair of hands to aid him. Felix had been asking about Aro lately, if he was alright, if there was something he should keep in mind, why he never accompanied them anymore when they fed. Caius had no real answer to give him. When he was unable to leave his room, when Marcus and Athenadora were away at wild fruitless hunts, when Sulpicia was with her brother, it was Aro that took the entire responsibility for the palace, for their guard. It was to him that Felix turned for orders and guidance, he the guards would seek out for help, for justice, for leadership, he was the one to do the sorting and choosing of recruits, to oversee training, to try and pick out who the right fit would be and who would not. He spent most hours of each day next to their guards, which is of course how Damiano had such a perfect chance to approach him. And now, after they all returned to their proper positions, Aro disappeared.
He stayed in his room unless there was a trial in place. He didn’t eat as often as he had to, he didn’t come out, he didn’t even go to their growing library anymore, and of course, he hadn’t picked up a paintbrush since she pasdisappeared. The guards, especially the newer ones that only got to know him, were unnerved by his absence. Some missed him, Caius could tell, and in any case, a leading figure disappearing like so is bound to raise questions and doubt.
So Caius walked the halls now with the help of his cane, in his clean clothes and loosely combed hair, approaching Aro’s room. If he was being honest, and he had to be, since he was about to enter a chamber where no secret can survive longer than a touch, he had missed Aro immensely. Despite…everything.
He passed a couple of new guards who greeted him politely if not a little scared, others that didn’t even acknowledge him, something he noted down to change as soon as possible, and then of course, the small, but ever growing group of young men that hang around Aro’s closed door at all times. He smiled at them, almost pitied them for their orders and refused to acknowledge the sprouts of jealousy and competition that had flourished in his chest, just between his lungs, and made their presence known every time he breathed. They nodded at him respectfully, and he had half a care to admit they were most likely simply following orders, maybe didn’t even want to be there at all. He knocked at the door twice, and waited.
For a long moment there was no sound from the room, almost as if there was no one inside and Caius had a split second of a thought that he would be rejected. But no, there, someone shifted from behind the door, got up with some effort, if the sigh was anything to go by and then footsteps could be heard, slow and hesitant and the door opened to reveal a scared black gaze. Caius met him with a smile and after a moment’s consideration, Aro pulled the door open for him to enter, gaze passing over the young men outside his door in resignation. Caius entered, looked around to take in any changes in Aro’s familiar room, spotted Renata sitting near the window bowing her head at him and finally his eyes returned to Aro, looking uncertain and shifting his weight from foot to foot in unnerved patience. His clothes looked different, Caius noticed. Tight sleeves all across his arms, long enough to go past his wrists, high collar to hide his neck, his beard grown and slightly uncared for, hiding as much of his neck and face as possible, socks that were tightly held above his knees, trousers that went quite low, keeping his skin perfectly covered and protected. Caius assumed he sewed the pieces himself. He looked defeated, if Caius could only choose one word.
He took a step forward, noticing how Aro took one back, keeping the distance between them the same, more than an arm’s length. Aro had not spoken a word, waiting for him to state the reason for his visit, but Caius walked to the window, to Renata instead. “Are you well, my lady?” he asked and she nodded. “Yes, master. Thank you.” Caius gave her a small smile. “You may go, enjoy some free time. I will call for you.” Renata nodded politely and swiftly got up from her seat, moving to the door and exiting as Caius turned to look at Aro again.
Aro had put more distance between himself and Caius, silently, carefully and had crossed his arms over his chest, hiding his shaking hands quite well. A prisoner, you’re a prisoner, not even addressed as master of your own bedroom, unimportant, unwanted- Caius leaned against the window, the sunlight coming through halted by his imposing figure and he let out a soft sigh, relieving his back from carrying his weight, if only for a moment. He wanted to say something, ease Aro’s evident fear, but everything seemed not enough to quite express what he was thinking. Perhaps if Aro touched him and saw for himself, like he used to. Touch him and see and chuckle and then kiss him to seal the secrets between them. But he couldn’t do that now, not yet at least, so he remained silent a moment longer, knowing silence caused Aro’s fear only to rise. Aro moved even further away, reaching his furs tucked in the corner of the room and he slowly sat down, never looking away from Caius, with this unbearable terror in his gaze. Caius remained still, looking at Aro then around the room again, wanting Aro to understand he wasn’t a threat. “May I stay here for a while?” he asked at last, after enough silence had gathered in the room that it was getting hard to see through it.
Aro’s pose stiffened visibly at the spoken words and he shrugged vaguely, still not letting Caius out of his sight. He wanted to ask why, but Caius knew he wouldn’t. He stayed silent and Caius thought he could hear his frantic thoughts, of what Caius would tell him, of how he would choose to hurt him, of what he would want as a reaction, of how he would fight to remain silent and stoic through the hits he was about to receive, of how many things Caius could use against him. Caius wondered for a moment how he knew that this was what Arowas thinking about since Aro had stopped talking unless specifically addressed a few years ago. It was slowly occurring to Caius that something was seriously wrong. He felt useless himself, that it had taken him so long to notice the silence, but his head was finally clearing, finally allowing him to connect the nausea brewing in his heart with Aro’s absence. Ji Hao had advised him to wait, to give himself time to heal and Caius had done so, unwillingly. And perhaps Sulpicia’s brother knew something that he himself didn’t, because after a century spent in a haze of incoherent mumbled thoughts and only instinctive reactions, he was finally able to think again, to feel again and all the evidence was here in front of him, accumulated over the past century for him to reach the obvious conclusion now. They all had abandoned Aro, leaving him completely alone and vulnerable and they were now a threat to him, another source of fear and worry, no longer trusted, no longer family but enemies wishing him harm that he could not get away from. Caius could feel the cracks in his heart spread at the thought of being the cause for Aro’s unease and he smiled. This was right. It was right to feel like his own heart was breaking, like he was falling apart himself, and he was very glad that he could finally feel. He felt torn apart, and that was good, because since he knew, he could work to repair and fix and build anew.
“I’ve missed you,” he said at last and watched Aro swallow. So this is how Caius would throw his arrows, he would be thinking, Caius guessed. He carefully lowered himself down to sit on the floor cross legged, to be on the same level as Aro, and not someone imposing above him. Aro followed his movements with his eyes, taking in every miniscule twitch Caius gave and Caius saw when it occurred to Aro: he was still in pain. Something changed in his gaze then, it was small, but Caius counted it as a victory. Aro saw that Caius was distressing himself for him.
Finally seated and comfortable, Caius let out another sigh of relief and smiled again, genuinely and watched as Aro copied him, almost compelled. Every way to approach this was a wrong one, Caius knew that the road would be long and painful “I wanted to thank you,” he began, looking around in pretend ease, wanting to make Aro feel a bit less threatened. “For taking up my responsibilities while I was unable to fulfill them.” Aro took a moment to inspect Caius’ pose, reading him like an open book from experience and practice and his own cursed intuition. Caius was being honest and true and he hoped nothing in his body claimed otherwise. “I did what was necessary,” Aro said and Caius smiled timidly, because he too had practice and experience in reading Aro, and right now Aro was begging not to be hurt. “You didn’t have to, especially after the way we treated you. But you did, and I thank you for not abandoning us.” Aro finally let his gaze fall to the floor, a slight show of a lowering defense. “I would never abandon you,” he said. Caius let the gravity of the statement shake him to the core. “I also wanted to apologize,” Caius said and watched as Aro stiffened again, but kept his eyes to the floor right in front of his feet. “For leaving you to battle everything on your own.” “You were injured, there was nothing you could do and didn’t,” Aro argued in Caius’ favor quickly. “Do not defend me, Aro. I do not have an excuse, and I wish not to create any.” Aro shut his mouth just as quickly, shifting to sit in an even tighter way. There was another moment of silence, where Caius was considering his words. He knew that if he took too long, Aro would dismiss them as not quite true, as very diplomatic. He much rathered when people spoke from the heart. “I’ve missed you, Aro,” he said again. Aro frowned, moving his crossed arms a little higher, covering his heart just a little better. “Why are you here?” he asked, his tone turning just a little colder, just a little harsher. Caius braced himself for a possible breakdown, for anger and accusations. “Because I’ve missed your voice, and I wish to hear how you are. Because I’ve missed your face, and I wanted to see you. Because I’ve missed your touch, and I wish I could feel your hands again,” he said, letting honesty pour out of his heart and prepared for battle.
Aro remained still for a moment, looking at the floor. All the times Caius has told him to shut up passed through his mind, the times he pushed Aro’s hands away, the times he hit him with only intent to physically hurt him, render him actually useless, the times he felt repulsed by his touch, the times he screamed at him not to touch him, not to steal his thoughts from him, the times he called him a traitor and the times he thought of killing him for daring to touch Caius with the same hands that killed his own sister. “Leave,” Aro said. Suddenly there was no fear in his eyes, only anger and betrayal and endless desire for violence. “I mean it, Aro.” Aro’s lips pulled back, exposing his sharp teeth, a hiss left his throat. Caius did not stir from his position. “I’m sorry for hurting you, for leaving you alone. I am here now, I’m on your side. I want to work to be forgiven.” Aro jumped up, his shaking hands suddenly steady and clenched in tight fists. “Leave!” Caius raised his hands in surrender and slowly pushed himself to his knees, then lifted his body up to stand on his feet. “I am truly sorry, and I have truly missed you. I want you back.”
Aro charged at him, pushing him against the wall, growling in his face, clenching his shirt tight in his fists, and Caius allowed it, bearing the pain of his back hitting the wall. He wanted Aro’s skin to touch his own, to let him see the truth. He even contemplated forcing it, but held back. This was about building trust, not breaking it further. “I’m sorry for Damiano,” he said and he saw the absolute wave of fury cloud Aro’s vision entirely and decided to add offense to injury. “I hoped he would have been something real, something good.”
Aro pulled him to himself only to throw him at the wall again and watch him twist and groan in pain. Don’t fall in love, Aro, Caius had told him. I love you, more than the sun loves the moon, more than the earth loves death and more than anyone I had loved before, Damiano had told him. Aro hissed again, baring his fangs right next to Caius’ neck, very much wanting to tear out his throat. But he would have to actually touch him to do that. He would have to enter his mind, hear his thoughts, see his memories, feel his emotions and it had been too long since he last touched him. There would be a lot of catching up to do and Aro wasn’t sure he could bear it. Not when the last time Caius had reached for his hand Aro saw himself broken and dead in Caius’ own arms, not when the last thing he saw Caius wanted was to kill him himself, and spare everyone of his presence.
So he pulled back, letting go of Caius entirely.
“Are you telling the truth?” he asked, unsure if he would believe Caius, no matter what the answer would be. “Yes. I am here now, I am on your side. You can rest,” Caius said, pushing away from the wall so as not to crush his sensitive muscles anymore. “And I wish you would touch me and see it.” Aro looked at the offered hand and clenched his fingers, tucking them away in safety. This could be a lie, it could be a way for Caius to hurt him again, hurt him more. He looked Caius in the eyes again, deciding.
To trust, not to trust. Caius had only ever hurt him in the past. But he had also been the one to defend him, to support him, to believe him. Maybe… If anyone among them would ever believe Aro, it would be Caius. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to take the risk, to put his heart on the line like so again. Especially to Caius who was known to be careless with one’s heart…well, with Aro’s heart specifically.
Aro pulled away again, not scared anymore, not even angry, simply resigned.
“You look hungry,” Caius said. Aro fixed his shirt, pulling his sleeves down and over his wrists. That wasn’t an offer, he thought. It was more like bait for him to ask for help and have it denied. Of course he was hungry. He didn’t leave the palace, he didn’t leave his room and Renata was under Caius’ strict orders not to leave him alone for any reason. His sources of blood were very limited. He depended on humans brought in for him specifically and since he didn’t talk to anyone to specify how often he needed blood, he went many days staying hungry and silent. “I can bring you someone, if you want,” Caius now offered. Aro pressed his lips together, his jaw aching from the tension. “I didn’t kill Didyme,” he said and waited for a reaction.
Caius stared at him. Of course, that was a main source of distrust, of pain and broken love. Didyme… The reason they all started doubting him. An action, that if true, meant that none of them actually knew Aro at all and that they were all in fact in danger. Constantly. Caius tilted his head to the side, taking in the hurt man in front of him. Desperate and broken, enough to fall for false claims of love and devotion, to believe despite his gift and to trust a stranger over his own family. Of course, they were all guilty of driving Aro to a point where he had to turn to a stranger for affection and comfort. Caius really looked at Aro, the carelessly drawn back hair, the untamed beard, the plain clothes, lack of ornaments, the defensive pose, the silence. This was a man in mourning, and they had all been ignoring it.
He nodded slowly. “I believe you,” he said and watched in awe Aro’s tightly sprung together stance begin to crumble. His shoulders dropped, revealing his vulnerable neck, even though covered by fabrics, his fists unclenched, revealing exhausted fingers and palms carved with claw marks. His legs gave out, forcing him to drop to his knees, his jaw relaxed, let go of held back groans and cries, his eyes found the floor again, and spilled uncontrollably through an unbearable emotion. “Don’t lie to me, please,” Aro’s voice came out trembling and quivering and Caius wanted to kneel next to him, offer comfort somehow, but knowing he has never been good at this. “I am not lying. Your sister is dead, and you say you didn’t do it. I have no reason to doubt you,” he said instead, knowing his choice of words was crude. Aro looked at him, through a haze of tears before crawling back to his pile of furs and fighting to get control of himself again. Caius approached him slowly, making sure to keep enough distance between them and lowered himself down again. “Was it the two vampires we got? The two Marcus executed?”
Aro stopped moving all together for a moment, the shock of the memory rendering him completely immobile as the last of his tears trickled down his face, gathering in the thick, black hairs covering hisjaw and disappearing there forever.
Marcus dragged him down to the palace dungeons, his grip unyielding and forcing Aro to witness the entirety of his pain, of losing his soulmate and the anger and hate he felt towards him, the accusation and despise and desire for revenge. And then, forcing Aro to touch both her murderers, witness their own memories of the tragedy, access their thoughts and joy when their hands were around his sister, when they grabbed and twisted and stole her life and they had known that Aro was after her, after them. They had known he would reach them soon and that he would be unable to do anything, they knew he was useless and it added to their excitement further. The dungeons… Where Damiano had taken him multiple times, knowing it was the only part of the palace where there could be true secrecy, absolute privacy. Where he had declared his love multiple times, where he had ignored Aro’s pleas that they leave multiple times, where he had physically attacked and injured Aro towards the end, and Aro had failed to see it… Yes, those dungeons, and those two vampires indeed.
Aro nodded, Caius’ question almost having left his mind already, for something greater was occupying it. “He was…perfect,” he said in tired resignation. Caius brought to the forefront of his mind the image of the young man, beautiful and wild. Lean and inviting, soft and pretty and seemingly full of wits. He had not had enough time to properly get to know him, but if Aro said so, it must have been so. “He smiled at me, and it seemed like everything would be alright. He was easy… Easy to be around, to talk to, easy to trust. He told me he loved me”- Aro bit his lip in a moment’s heartache “-and the first time he acted embarrassed. Because it was too soon, because he said he thought he had it under control.” I can’t believe I fell for it, Aro wanted to add. But there would be no point. Because he did fall, very hard, very fast and he had no one to advice him this seemed quite forced. Caius listened carefully, calculating his breaths, his moves, his blinks. “I am sure he was perfect, Aro.”
The witch wanted to cry some more, but no tears wanted to come. He feared he had dried himself off emotion and he was unsure how he would find release anymore. But of course, he did not deserve release, did he? Just like he did not deserve love that was real, trust or sympathy. Caius saw this as a losing conversation. He had more to say, but Aro wasn’t very receptive and he was about to fall deeper into a haze of unawareness. He could take a risk.
“I love you, Aro.”
Silence. And rising tension.
A bow is a very curious weapon. Very effective and silent. If, of course, the archer is skilled enough. To pull the string in one motion requires far more strength and elegance than it appears, far more precision and practiced skill. And once the stringwas attached and ready, to place the arrow against it, to pull just enough, to aim and release was almost ritualistic in nature. And Caius knew that pulling the string too hard or too fast could snap it and cut his fingers in punishment. Because the bow punishes the archer when mistreated.
Aro looked at him, in shock and hesitant fear and reached his shaking hands towards his face. There was danger lurking underneath those fingers, even when they looked fragile and afraid. Danger in what Aro could do with them, what symbols they could carve on Caius’ flesh, what secrets they could peel off his skin and Caius breathed in once, praying that his mind was clear enough for Aro to see. The aching fingertips touched his cheeks, the thumbs laid just underneath his eyes and Caius did not look away from the man who was about to take a look inside his soul.
I love you,werewolf jaws snapping around his limbs, I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you, guards falling down one after the other, the image of Damiano smiling sweetly, countless wishes of death and relief, screaming and screaming and never being heard, crushing guilt that blinded, dead soldiers and a living general, Didyme singing and Marcus crying in lament, I love you spoken to a dark night with no moon, meant for one in particular who was not supposed to hear but would. Guilt and shame for death was always the easy way out. Guilt for not keeping his people safe. Guilt for falling. Guilt for the shameful desire to die. Guilt for not telling Aro what he was seeing even in a state of darkness. Guilt for not retrieving him sooner. Guilt for needing to heal, for being weak. Guilt for thinking Aro may in fact deserve this.
Aro pulled back, as if hit directly on the chest by a cruel fist.
“Keep going,” Caius urged softly and the fingers twitched in agony, but were back on his face, gently touching, fearful of more pain to come.
Guilt for not being fair in his treatment. A haze of apologies and pleas to be let go, the figure of a giant god and fear of death. Fear that he would not see his soulmate again, that he would never tell her he loved her again, that he would never feel her caress. Guilt that it was not the only caress he missed. Relief to be saved from the numbing pain and guilt for not being able to say thank you. Fear that he was being left alone in his room, crying out for Aro but not being heard, knowing Damiano was dangerous and not being able to tell on him.
Aro pulled back again. “You think I was leaving you alone while you were in shocked silence?” Caius only looked at him, not knowing what Aro had and hadn’t yet seen. He had no answer for him, no different answer than his mind had just given him. “I was with you every day, Caius. You weren’t always aware, and I could not get inside your head every time, I am sorry it was too much. But I was there every single day.” Caius felt a thin wall get knocked over inside his heart. Of course Aro had not left him alone. That was not something Aro did. “You were?” “Who else would I trust to care for you?” Aro did not wait for an answer and placed his palms against Caius’ smooth face again.
Guilt for not having expressed gratitude yet, for not treating Aro with respect, for making him feel trapped in his own home. A personal guard for a king, a personal guard for a high danger prisoner. And of course, jealousy. And guilt over said jealousy. The memories of how easily Aro yielded to him, how easily he spread his legs for Caius, how softly he held him, kissed him, how much he trusted him, how much he loved him, and guilt because Caius was taking all of that, never to give anything in return. Selfish and truly evil and now daring to be jealous of the harem of boys outside Aro’s door. As if Aro asked for them, or has made plans to use these gifts. Guilt for thinking with his own sense of pleasure above all else, for wanting to accuse Aro of something, as if Aro had even looked at the boys sent for him. Guilt for feeling jealous instead ofgrateful, that Aro kept their family afloat while they were all gone. Of course the other kings had assumed Aro was the most important one of them, he was the only one being seen for decades. Jealousy that maybe Aro would in fact find love in one of the young men waiting outside and would not remain waiting and hoping for Caius. Because Caius was a truly evil man, who did not want to admit his love for Aro, unless it was for his own gain somehow. Who would rather have Aro wait for him forever than watch him find peace with another. And guilt for not quite believing these were all his own thoughts, but not being able to hide them from Aro. Guilt for knowing he will hurt Aro again, for knowing this will hardly be the last time.
Aro pulled back, Maybe this type of love is all I deserve. To be loved in secret and in shame, and folded is arms over his chest, trying to put together all that he had seen. Who would want to stand beside him now, proudly next to Aro, king of Volterra… A man who killed his own sister for the crown. Who would dare take his side and risk being called an accomplicein sororicide? Few things are as cursed as to betray your own blood, few things as unforgivable, and in reality, it hardly mattered that Aro did not commit this sin. If everyone believed he had done so, that was how it was. For since they declared war on the King, and fought others, since they named themselves royalty, they depended on rumors and spreading information. That is how royalties survive and die. Rumors and stories and witnesses. Spies and informants, friends and enemies and those who spread lies are just as important as those who share truths. That is why they didn’t kill Stefan and Vladimir after all. Witnesses to keep their victory alive and known. Two survivors of an entire empire. Survivors not through wits, but through mercy.Or mockery of. Rumors and stories and witnesses.
Damiano was dead, killed by Caius’ hand and many guards were there to bear witness. To see Aro carried back, unconscious and drained and still mourning for Damiano. He hadn’t dared look at what story this had kindled among the guards. Or the fact that other leaders, from all over the world, had decided the most appropriate gift to send was young men for him to fuck. He didn’t know and he did not wish to know. But he knew all about the rumors of how he killed his sister, what drove him to such a decision, why he was right to do so, and why he was condemned by the gods now. How Caius was in the know, and how Marcus had been lied to. How Sulpicia wasn’t told the truth and how Athenadora was being threatened. He knew with great detail, how some guards were terrified of him now, others disgusted, in awe, and rage. Heknew some of those that left the palace in the years inbetween did so out of hate for the crown, or distaste for the king, for him. He knew of the stories of how Caius supposedly lost his mind in battle, and is now less of a man than he used to be. How supposedly he used to be dark skinned, just a shade lighter than Aro himself and the gods took from him all color when he declared war on the wolves. He knew about those who now viewed Caius as weak for acquiring such an injury, as incompetent, as a motherfucking traitor for letting his guards die like so. How Marcus was driven to uncontrollable thirst for evil blood after his soulmate’s passing, and how the kind and considerate king would have never condoned such violence against another species, had he been in his right mind.
Aro had wanted to say something, to correct a few assumptions that bloomed and spread among the newest guards, but had learned to hold his tongue. The guards didn’t share these things with the kings and queens, and even though they reasonably knew Aro could see their thoughts, they had not bothered with the details a lot. To find out Aro truly knew their every thought would make them scared and distrustful. And everyone has a right to their own thoughts, Aro knew. Yet it was getting harder and harder to stay silent as the pity for king Marcus and the pity for king Caius grew as fast as the distaste and mockery towards him grew. Because he knew Marcus, better than anyone. And his thirst for blood did not bloom from Didyme’s death. He had always been bloodthirsty and violent. Precise in his killing skills and never satisfied with the caused pain. Itwas Didyme that eased that down, until someone more palatable became known. It was Didyme that pushed him towards civility and peace and diplomacy. And now that she was gone, Marcus was simply reverting back to himself. Yet the new guards didn’t know. And most old guards were dead…
Except for Felix. Gods, what would they have down without him.
Aro knew Felix was one of the guards that had decided it didn’t matter, whether Aro had killed his sister or not. He had long ago abandoned notions of sacred bonds and unforgivable betrayals. He was one of those who thought if Aro had done it, it was with good reason. Felix had been the one to stick with them the longest, he had lost friends during those wars, and his devotion had not flickered once. Aro had looked in his head for a while at one point, trying to find what it was Felix was missing and he could find it with them, despite the terrible actions and reasons. And he had found it, of course, there was nothing he couldn’t find, nothing he couldn’t see, except for Daminano of course… He was now sure the boy had a gift of sorts. Something along the lines of causing blindness, or making others ignore things. Aro remembered now, that when they were alone, he and Felix, trying to put the guards in order, when the rest of the kings and queens were away and indisposed, Felix had said he didn’t care about who happened to Didyme. Aro had frozen for a moment, before requesting entrance to his mind to see what he meant. And among other thoughts, Felix had considered the fact that perhaps Didyme’s death was a planned thing byboth Aro and Caius, and it turned sourerthan planned. Aro had pulled back violently at that suggestion, that not only was he responsible for his sister’s death but that Caius had been complicit too. How dare Felix accuse Caius of such dishonesty. Yet, as he was pulling away, a much smaller, much more fleeting thought had crossed Felix’s head and Aro had caught it too, because he was cursed to do so. Aro was only interested in Damiano because he could not have Caius anymore. And the connections were all very logical. Aro and Caius planned Didyme’s death, they did not share the fall equally, perhaps Caius backtracked, left Aro to drown in the consequences and now Aro was getting back at him with the young boy. Aro had curiously touched his hand again, to see more about this perplexing story, and true enough, in Felix’s head, Damiano was nothing but a skill-less toy. There was no doubt in his head that Aro knew exactly what he was doing, and that once Caius was recovered, the toy would be dismissed accordingly. There was no doubt in him that Aro was in fact seeing the strange behavior, and empty promises and rushed confessions and Aro had gotten very angry. That their best man had reached the conclusion Aro only ever did things with Caius in mind. That he could not possibly have feelings for the young man, but that was too, somehow connected to Caius, as if Aro could not exist without Caius.
Aro had stopped looking into Felix’s head after that, incredibly angry. He had even confessed this to Daminano himself, and missed the flicker of worry the man had failed to conceal. But now he was curious to know what Felix, with his misdirected, but very on point observation, thought about the harem of boys sent for Aro.
How had he gotten here, Aro wondered. Ah yes of course. Rumors. Hehad to know what new rumors had spread.
Caius had been silently observing him, worried that he had lost him to the unconscious world from which Aro was alwaysunwilling to return from. But no, Aro blinked, indicating he was merely lost in his thoughts. Or most likely another’s thoughts. And as Caius was inspecting him, he took notice of his short hair and feeling like the worst and vilest man on earth, he had to ask. “Who helped you with the hair?” his voice is quiet, guilty. That was what he mostly was. Guilty. Aro did not respond immediately, not having heard himyet and Caius felt a pit in his stomach grow and stretch and he remembered…
Felix had asked him how king Aro was, since they hadn’t seen him in a while and Caius felt some form of judgment come from his soldier. He felt threatened by everyone lately. And he just now noticed Aro had cut his hair. It must have been old enough an action too, because the black waves were long enough already to be tied back with hair pins. And he remembered, that day Aro had come back home shaking, and lost and told them what had happened to Didyme, he asked for someone to help him. But none of them actually listened, much less understood what he meant. Marcus, taken by rage and shock, Caius already planning ahead, Athena and Sulpicia stunned and plotting revenge. The days passed and Aro asked again, to be given some help yet he was ignored again. Because they all had other issues in mind, they all had war and revenge planned and they could not listen to Aro who was trying to mourn. Aro had even asked Caius personally, the day before they attacked the wolves, the day before Caius was mortally wounded, if he could spare him a few minutes and help him cut his hair, but Caius had refused. Saying it was no time for mourning yet, and so he had forced Aro to postpone what he had to do.
“Damiano,” Aro answered at last, catching up with Caius’ question. Of course, Damiano helped him. Caius bit his lip and looked away. They were all complicit in this. Damiano listened and understood and helped. That is what Aro needed, that is why he fell so easily. Because Daminao saw the opening and forced himself there, and none of them was there to defend the weaknesses in their walls. They all took it to heart that Didyme’s death was an attack against their palace and rule and they could not accept that Aro was simply a brother who needed to mourn. Damiano offered him what they all could have, had they been just a bit kinder. And here they were now, scrambled and ruined and without hope.
Aro decided that he should let the pair go, he should stop arguing with them. He should have guessed that prohibiting Didyme from leaving would stir her rebellious nature and he should have seen that Marcus was still blinded by her. There was a solution to the fights and misunderstandings and that was letting them go. Because Aro knew they would come crawling back soon enough, disheartened but enlightened as to who they truly are.
Because Aro knows everyone pretends and everyone lies and cannot quite escape their nature. He keeps telling himself that he isn’t desperate and hopeless but he knows it isn’t true. Vampires don’t change and he will forever be doomed to carelessness caused by his heart’s frantic search. And so, Marcus will forever be doomed to a leading role, that he supposedly despises so. As if he would ever be sated by anything else. He began his quest of building an empire on a petty, little whim, as if he could destroy the idea of royalty by creating his own. An ambitious, idealist nineteen year old who wants to rule and thinks he can do better than everyone who came before him. Aro had seen through the flimsy lie that very first day they met. And he has been proven correct ever since. Marcus seeked out a Roman general after all, someone who knew how to enforce rules, how to keep people in order, someone who valued laws. Making guards, taking down other covens, helping Aro himself when he made that deal with Kleo. Is there a more certain way to establish power than having a god on your side?
And then Didyme, who as opposed to him, can never be called impulsive in her actions, had to fall for him. She was always so viciously entranced by the idea of freedom, she had nothing to prove, no carved path to stray from and of course, that attracted Marcus. She was someone he could not rule. Aro saw that Marcus thought, or tried to believe, that part of his love for her was his desire to be like her, unbound and untamed but Aro knew better. Marcus was almost obsessed with her because his need to control was undying and she was resisting him.
He predicted that if Marcus left with Didyme, the two would be happy for a few years, thinking they somehow deceived fate, or maybe even Aro himself. But then Marcus’ skin would start to itch and one day he look around and he would see that he has gathered himself a new flock to lead. Servants perhaps, founded towns or worst of all, he will manage to enslave Didyme and break both their hearts. And when that happens, the pair will return to the palace, disillusioned with themselves and finally knowing perfectly well where their place is.
He went to find his sister, talk to her about having a change of heart, and that she absolutely should run away with her soulmate.
Caius was lying on his stomach on his brand new bed.
It was the softest mattress they could find, meant to accommodate Caius’ injury except he could still not lie on his back, and so, the feathers that bended under his weight caused his spine to curve awkwardly and his waist to ache. He had been trying to sit up for hours now but he hadn’t yet found the strength. Just imagining the way he would have to stretch, readjust his weight, turn and swing his legs to the side had him paralyzed, at the edge of a panic attack. The sun moved lazily, the god in his carriage seemed to linger just when the warm rays could slip through Caius’ window, and the vampire swore he could feel the warmth seep into his bare bones and he desperately wanted to move away, to hide. But he remained where he was, a statue in perfect despair. Nothing existed outside the walls of his room, outside his immediate line of vision and that barely was registered as anything.
His mind circled again and again through the same thoughts. Seeing his soldiers fall, getting surrounded by wolves, falling himself and then just never ending pain. His wife crying over his wrecked body and him wanting to reassure her that he was alright, but only managing to speak in agonized screams. And then the day he returned to the palace, carried by Athenadora and Ji Hao seeing so many unfamiliar faces among the new recruits, seeing Marcus and Aro again and feeling relief for the first time in years, before being rushed to his room and not coming out since.
He had stayed with Ji Hao and Sulpicia for too long, in his opinion. Marcus was always away from the palace, he only came to see him for minutes at a time, informing him of what he found and what he didn’t find before leaving for someplace new. He was after Didyme’s murderers but he refused to take Aro with him. Sulpicia had stayed back, building up the necessary allyship with her brother, so that the two covens could face the werewolves together. Athenadora was with him the entire time she was in the palace, but sometimes Marcus wanted her with him. It didn’t matter very much, whether his wife was in his room or not, because Caius barely saw anything other than his own thoughts. Except there was something wrong and he couldn’t quite gather his wits to figure it out.
It was about Aro he was sure. Aro didn’t come to his room as often as Caius expected. He wanted Aro’s company. He wanted the other man to come to him, reassure him, talk to him about some insignificant nonsense. Tinted glass art and symbolism for example, but Aro wasn’t there, and Caius didn’t have the voice to call him. But something wasn’t right and his mind circled back to the battlefield and his dead soldiers.
Aro was in his room, a young man straddling his hips and lazily pushing his tongue down Aro’s throat, in and out and in and out. The sun was setting and he was getting impatient. “Can I drink from you, sir?” Aro chuckled and tilted his head to the side. “When will you stop calling me that?” The man grinned, let his fangs down and hungrily pushed them in the softest spot on Aro’s neck. He sucked and Aro held his breath, forcing his tension away. He let the new recruit drink from him until he was satisfied.
Caius was alone, just him and the moon and his thoughts. There was a knock at his door and it startled him. He couldn’t answer, but the person behind it didn’t wait. Aro entered and Caius felt more worried than relieved. Something was wrong, he just couldn’t tell what it was. Aro sat on the chair next to his bed, kept his hands to himself and Caius almost screamed for him to touch him and see. Can you help me sit up? he wanted to ask. His soldiers falling one after the other, not one of them granted a fast death. Caius stared at Aro in disbelief and concern, but he couldn’t quite place it. His soldiers, they trusted him and he led them straight to death. Aro was sitting calmly, but Caius thought he saw something unspoken. Touch me, please! he wanted to cry out. The wolves descended on his body, slicing and biting and feasting on his flesh. Aro looked tired and hurt. Caius was ready to speak, to say something, but all he could think about was the way Ji Hao was carving at his muscles trying to help him. “Do you want me to bring you some blood?” Aro asked and Caius blinked. This was wrong, it had always been the other way around. Aro couldn’t kill his prey, the dying brain was so overwhelming Caius had been doing it for him for centuries now. This was important, he had to focus and figure it out. His soldiers calling his name, crying out for his help, he betrayed them, he killed them. “Caius?” Aro called softly and Caius locked his gaze on him. “I’ll send you someone with Felix, alright?” Caius watched him get up and move to the door, he wanted to call after him, to ask that he bring the human himself, he wanted to tell him something, if only Aro took a look in his head and understood. Giant jaws locking around his ribs and ripping away. He didn’t manage to speak and Aro closed the door behind him softly.
Caius stared at the door, hoping Aro would understand, wishing he would come back. A huge figure wearing a helmet and carrying a spear, slicing through the wolves and then his wife picking him up. Felix entered the room, carrying an unconscious mortal. His tall frame not nearly huge enough to fit Caius’ memories. “I knocked, sir,” he said and laid the mortal on the chair. He helped Caius sit up, sliding one arm under his chest and lifting. Finally the pressure against Caius’ waist was relieved and he sighed. Felix stood for a moment, holding the unconscious victim in his arms, waiting for Caius to act, bare his fangs and bite. But Caius only stared into nothing. A war cry he had never heard before, only supposed to exist in legends “ALALA ALALA ALALA!” Felix sat next to him, bit the human’s wrist and brought it close to Caius’ lips. Finally, the scent knocked him into action and he lunged at the human, starved. He drank and drank until the body was drained and he kept sucking still. Felix gently unlocked his jaw from the pale wrist. Caius pulled away, wanting to tell Felix something, something important. There were too many new faces around, he should watch out. Aro wasn’t well. Why? He didn’t know. Ji Hao ripping away his rotten flesh and him begging to be killed. He pulled away, Felix was gigantic and Caius felt scared. He wanted him out of his room immediately. He wanted to tell him to call Aro. “You look better, sir,” Felix said as he took the drained body with him. He closed the door behind him, leaving Caius alone again. Caius wanted to tell him to watch out, that something was wrong and there were too many new faces. The wolves ripping away at his soldiers, chewing and swallowing and them screaming for Caius.
Requested by Anonymous:“I squealed in cursive after receiving the notification that headcanon requests are open. Then promptly flip, trip, and dippity-dipped into the Mecca known as your ask box, but I digress. May I please have NSFW headcanons for the kings with a highly-dominant female S/O? I’ve heard that they would cave into that kind of stuff circumstances permitting, but I would like to see it expanded into bullet points before I die. Even if it means that the two are clawing for dear life. tysvm!”
Oh dear Anonymous, you gave me a good chuckle when I first woke up to this message in my inbox. For that is quite the description of the huge ordeal you went through in order to request something from me. But you are quite correct, I believe the kings will gladly cave for a significant other they trust completely. I hope you enjoy these sinful bullet points before you pass to the great beyond.
!Warnings! This one has NSFWcontet, minors avert your eyes.
Your dad and mum had fought to keep you at home, where they deemed it safe. However, you had shifted a couple weeks before the battle with the Volturi and insisted you fight along side them. You were part of the pack and it took you a couple extra years yo shift do you were older than Seth, yet he was still told he had to fight. You refused any favourtism.
Now, the snow was biting into your sensitive pawpads as you wait for these cloaked figures to speak.
You begrudgingly admired how powerful they all looked. The Cullen’s witnesses stood in groups of their own, clearly separated by feuds or tension whereas the Volturi were united, walking in a straight line, the only exception being the Kings, who stood a couple steps infront.
The leader began talking to Aro, he you found out. He was tall and lithe, long hair to his shoulders, red eyes and pale skin.
Suddenly, as if by a magnet, their eyes connected and Y/N kept the world tilt on axis. Images of her future assaulted her brain. Paris, Italy, Britain, Spain… So many countries filled her head. She was being held in those arms, sweet nothings whispered in her ear.
The wolves snarled hatefully, starting to back away from the Volturi.
“Wait!” Bella called desperately, just as the pack were about to turn away. “Edward, where are they going?”
“One of them imprinted on Aro, they can’t attack an imprint,”
Bella looked horrified, her possible advantage was taken in a couple seconds and now they were sure to crumble to their knees.
Chatter broke out with the Cullen’s witnesses, talk of traitors and death filled the air.
Nobody on their side was stupid, with such a decrease in numbers, they were goners.
“Wait!” Aro exclaimed from across the field, halting the Wolves movements’. “Bring that one to me!”
Y/N Uley shrunk away from the stares, tail between her legs.
“We can’t do that,” Carlisle discreetly put his body infront of her, but it still elicited a growl.
“You will bring her to me, or you shall face the destruction of your comrades,” Aro snarled, gesturing to her form.
The Vampires all looked at her, as if they were waiting for her to give themselves up, she growled lightly in response.
But then, four pairs of hands were on her, dragging her furiously towards the Volturi.
“GET AWAY”
Sam made to launch forward, four more vampires coming to pin him down. More and more vampires swarmed your pack until each one was pinned down, apart from Jacob. However, Jacob made no move to help you, choosing to look away and focus on his imprint.
Once she was shoved to the ground, she turned and snapped her powerful jaws at the four vampires who dragged her, only to whine in betrayal when she saw Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie and Edward walking away from her, heads down.
“Mia Cara, look at me,”
She tried to ignore the pull, the melting feeling she had on her insides, but a strong hand grabbed her under her jaw, lifting her head up to meet his.
She was a goner, his eyes drew her in like blood to vampires. She melted underneath them, embraced their colour and just stared at them.
He smirked.
“Such interesting thoughts, Y/N,”
Her eyes widened, as much as they could, and she shook his hand off, huffing at her stupidity.
His smirk was gone, replaced by a frown instead.
“Such hurt these Vampires have caused you, i was hoping for a little resilience at least,” Aro sighed dramatically. “What will it be my dear? We can so easily rip their throats out, so quickly and effortlessly.”
She glanced at the coven, for a moment the moment flashing through her brain.
She was petty, that was for sure. If someone hurt her she hurt them ten times as much, maybe thats why they go together.
She placed her head into his palm
“I want my family freed,”
Before Aro could reay the message, Edward ordered them to release the pack, and as soon as they did, the pack rushed forward, her meeting them half way.
“Are you ok?” Sam questioned, nuzzling her head.
“Let those leeches burn to the ground,” Paul snarled.
Y/N snarled at the vampires, who in turn looked away.
headcanon that because of his power, Aro is always incredibly gentle and as delicate as possible with others as he can be. Even through blood drinking and death, he tries to make it as fast an painless as possible, and go as far as to comfort people as he takes their life. the tormented thoughts of another at the end of life, even an enemies, is enough to put him out for months.
