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.”
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.
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.
: - Marcus was born 1400BC in Greece, despite being the youngest physically he is the eldest of him and his two brothers. He discovered his gift of bond sight early on and has used it to his advantage ever since. He greatly admired Aro’s vision for the future, and fell in love with Didyme; hoping for an eternity filled with light and peace. However, tragedy struck; and since then he has been a solemn king performing his duties out of obligation to his coven. A once fearsome king that experienced the greatest love of all time, and lost it.
When Aro announced to Caius and Marcus he was going to live with Carlisle for a few years, Caius gave him a blade that had his own blood soaked into it (To be safe. To protect yourselves from danger and enemies) and Marcus gave him a thick, woolen, hand-hoven blanket (To be safe. To protect yourselves from the cold and loveless doubt)
