#Caius Volturi imagine

[volturi-stuff]

The Vampire In Red

Caius Volturi X Reader

Requested @lina-lovebug

Caius x Cullen! Fem! Reader. She's Carlisle younger sister, and they've been pining over eachother for centuries but since Caius is so prideful, he's never admitted his feelings. After Caius coming to check on Reneesme, orders from the Volturi, and sees the Werewolves being all flirty with her, he just snaps. He almost kills them, but she takes him down and demands what his problem is. He just kisses her and spills his feelings, and she takes awhile to let it sink in but she confesses too.

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"Y/N, the Volturi's dropping by to check up on Ness." Carlisle told you. You were sitting on the couch in the living room, reading one of your favorite books. Your lips curled into a smirk.

"Wonderful." You whispered.

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Moments before they arrived Jared had stopped by for Jacob. You saw them approaching, and if your heart could beat again, it would be pounding in your chest. You had the absolute biggest crush on Caius. When you went to events you would always stare at each other and flirt, but it never went farther than that. Crush? No, you were in love with the vampire in red.

Jared spoke and brought you out of your deep thoughts. "Did it hurt?" Jared asked.

"What?" You responded.

"When you fell from heaven, because you are an angel." Jared whispered in your ear. You had a strong urge to punch him, but he was pushed away from you. Caius had him against the wall within three seconds.

"Caius! Let go! You're gonna kill him!" You screamed yanking him back.

"Did he hurt you?" Caius whispered.

"No, I'm a vampire." You said pulling him by his arm into the hallway, and away from prying eyes.

"Why are you acting so... Protective?" You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Y/N, I can't take this anymore." Caius said. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him. He put his hand on your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. Was this really happening? Were you imagining kissing him? Your lips moved with his in perfect sync. He pulled back and looked into your golden eyes. "I love you. I have since I saw you." Caius whispered. You stood there, completely shocked.

"I-I love you too." You mumbled. Caius laid his head on top of yours.

"Good, la mia anima gemella." Caius whispered.

"Huh?"

"It means my soulmate in Italian." Caius said with a smirk.

You laid your head on his shoulder. You finally got him. After years, and years, of one sided love, he finally loved you back. If this is how he reacted, you would have gotten Jared to flirt with you ages ago.

[volturissideslut]

So where I’m from, it’s normal to refer to your partner (regardless of gender or anything) as your spouse/husband/wife regardless if you’re actually married or not. Do you think the Volturi would be cool with this coming from their mate or would they be like 👀? Love your blog bestie btw

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

Aro gets all smug and happy, making it a point to dramatically call you his wife very very loudly in a totally unnecessary setting. He's so happy and giddy, don't take this away from him. He's just casually chatting to someone and drops the 'w' bomb, like "Caius could you pass me that paper to I can write my WIFE a note? Thank you, i'm sure my WIFE will appreciate it too." Meanwhile Caius just does not give one singular fuck about his antics.

Marcus is practically in tears at you calling him your husband casually in passing, he's clocked out of the conversation mentally and is just imagining actually making you his wife. So many decisions, so many choices. Small wedding that is personal? Large wedding to show you off? Summer or autumn? Maybe even winter or spring? Dresses, celebrations, vows, rings, it all flashes in his mind and he's decided that he should probably start planning the proposal as soo as you're done there.

Caius is also a happy happy boy, but keeps quiet until it's just the two of you alone. It will be hours later and you're both winding down. He'll come up behind you with his arms wrapped around you to keep you close and hum gently in your ear. "Husband hm? You want a ring on that pretty little finger? Could have just asked, you little minx" and he's peppering you with kisses and affection.

[twilightt-fantasy]

reality shows [v. kings]

description: the kings walk in on their mate watching a reality show.

requested by: n/a :)

warnings: mentions of sex, mention of cheating

(def describing “too hot to handle” here 🫣)

“Oh shit.” She laughed at the TV screen, covering her eyes with her hands as she did and peaking at the screen through her fingers. Her favorite reality show had just came out with a new season, which obviously meant that she immediately had to binge watch it. It was addicting - the drama, the love, the gossip. The queen of the vampire world was completely hooked and often reacted to the drama the same way the people in the show did.

Like now, watching as one of the boys on the show leaned forward to kiss the girl his girlfriend had been worried about. She immediately hated the boy for it - and he had been one of her favorites at the start. The camera cut over to the other girl, who was currently unknowing and happy as she conversed with friends.

The show moved on, switching over to a steamy conversation between two of the current singles on the show.

She felt a presence behind her after a short amount of time, and leaned her head back against the sofa to look up at her three mates. Caius and Aro both looked bewildered at the conversation and actions happening on the screen while Marcus only looked on in amusement. “What are you watching?”

She named the show, flicking her eyes back to the screen as the group of men and women waited for a couple to return from a date. The camera flashed back to the woman who had been cheated on and still sat unknowing, and she felt herself grow sorry for the girl and what she was about to learn.

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why?’” She turned to Caius, who still looked mildly concerned. “It’s a great show.”

“We just watched a conversation between two people who were deciding if having sex was worth losing twelve-thousand dollars.” He was giving you the look that told you he was worried for your sanity.

She had to laugh at him. “That’s the show, Caius - it’s a show for people to get better at building sustainable relationships instead of just sleeping around and there’s prize money at the end of it.”

Aro raised his brows. “and you enjoy this show?”

“Clearly.” She snorted. “i’ve watched every season. there’s some parts that are definitely comical, but i like seeing how everyone changes in the end.”

Marcus rounded the couch before sitting elegantly next to his mate and throwing an arm around her shoulder. “I’d like to see what makes it so interesting to you.”

She leaned up to kiss him with a smile before looking back to the other two kings who still stood behind her. “Come join. It’s a lot better than it sounds.”

Aro and Caius both joined them, though the blonde looked as though he were being dragged against his will. She knew better though, especially as he situated her to sit on his lap. The queen bit her lip to hide her smile as she turned to lean against Marcus’ shoulder on one side and stretch her legs against Aro.

The four turned their attention to the screen, the three men getting hooked as easily as their mate had. Though they’d never admit it, but she knew they were just as interested when each of them joined her for the rest of the season.

[wendigo-volturi]

Caius: Why are you yelling at me?

Y/N: YOU SAID YOU HATED SMALL TALK SO IM MAKING IT BIG

Caius: I've never been more in love

[entitled-fangirl]

The human did interrupt.

Caius Volturi x human!reader

Summary: The reader is sitting with Caius when Valentina interrupts.

Author's note: This is so short but it just came to me when I remembered that scene lmao.

Masterlist

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A knock on the door interrupted their thoughts.

Aro stood, greeting whomever had dared to enter without announcement.

"Ah, Valentina has brought us something!"

Caius grimaced. His hand came up to rest on the leg of the pretty little human mate of his that currently resided in his lap. "She should not have interrupted."

Aro turned with a gracious look, "She's new."

Marcus' head turned, "Aren't they all?"

Caius smiled wickedly, pulling the girl in his arms closer.

Valentina simply stood at the base of the stairs, nervous and unsure of what to do.

Aro looked rather annoyed at this, motioning for her to step forward to meet him.

As she does, she presents a silver platter with an envelope on it.

Aro opens it, gazing at the handwriting within. "Ah!  L'amore ci mantiene giovani (Love keeps us young). Edward and Bella are to be married."

The girl in Caius' lap turns slightly to see his reaction. He watched his eyebrows furrow carefully in thought, anger beginning to take over his features.

Marcus simply turned his head, his expression anything but an emotion, "What. Joy."

Caius finally spoke up, "This is the Cullen's way of announcing her transformation. They mock us with their delays…"

Aro looked over his shoulder, his attention now away from Valentina, "Patience, brother." Aro then set the envelope back on the platter. "Though, you do have a point," he gently caressed Valentina's face as his voice lost its kindness, "the human did interrupt."

Caius pulled his pretty mate to her feet, pulling her with him as the three Volturi kings began to exit. 

Felix and Demetri appeared on either side of the secretary as Aro walked on, "I do love weddings."

Caius' mate turned to look over her shoulder to see what would become of the girl, but Caius gently caught her jaw, keeping her from looking back. "…C…Caius?" She asked hesitantly.

"Shh. Come, Bella Amora," he leaned to whisper in her ear, "Let the human learn her mistake."

Caius pulled his mate from the throne room, the sound of Valentina's screams being heard throughout the entire castle.

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Imagine Cauis having a human partner which honestly makes him upset and a bit disgusted. He doesn’t bother learning about her and just sort of forces her to stay in the castle. She gets sick of being disrespected by him and him being so controlling so she tells him off.

Surprisingly to both of them, he sort of loves being told off by her. He finds it cute, intriguing and maybe even a little sexy.

Y/N: “Now you listen to me, right now! To you I may seem like a child, but I am an adult and I am more than capable of taking care of myself. You have forced me to live in a place full of beings who either hate me, want to kill me or both. I understand the law of your people but if I want to leave this place, I will and you will respect me! You don’t have to like me but if I am you ‘mate’ as you say then the least you can do is respect me!”

Y/N: *chest rising and falling with rage filled breaths*

Caius: *staring with an intrigued smile*

Caius: “You truly do not fear me. For a human you are quite interesting.”

[volturi-queen]

Lost dog

description: The Volturi kings mate find a puppy

warnings: none

a/n: this is my first story on here, i hope you like it, if you have any request feel free to hite me i mostly do the volturi kings.

The volturi kings' mate walked the wall of the garden, lonely and lost in thought of how they missed their mates. They had been in trials all day and they were not allowed in the room as they were human, and they feared the worst.

 They could never say it out loud but their mate knew they were worried for their safety. Even now there were a handful of guards, even if they were not seen. They know.  They were about to turn around when a noise caught their attention, a small whing. They know it may be a bad idea to look but they do anyway, behind a rose bush one that looks like it belonged in the alice in wonderland movies,you know the cartoon one. 

As they look behind the bush they see what looks like a teil. Slowly they move the bush at the button to see what looks like a puppy. They Were shocked, how in the world did it get through the gate. It was an 8 feet tall stone wall that surrounded the whole garden. 

“Demetri,” the royal says as they bend to level of the puppy.

 “Your Majesty” Demetri says as he apreses out of nowhere, his eyes moving to the unexpected intruder.

“Run to the kitchen and get me some of the left over from last night's dinner.”  they say as they eye the pore looking puppy.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Demetri says but doesn't move.

“Is there a problem?” their eyes move away from the puppy to the vampire.

“It's just I don't think the masters will like that there is a dog  behind the wall.”    

“Demetri let me worry about them.” Demetri says nothing else  and goes to the kitchen.  As the king's mate is talking to the puppy Demetri returns with a bowl of leftover chili.

The royal thake’s the bowl from Demetri and moves slowly closer to the bush as they watch the puppy move away from them. 

“Your ok sweetie.”  They place the bowl close to the bush and move away from it again to watch it.

Finely after a moment the puppy makes its way out from its hiding place to the food.

When they hear.

“What in the world is that?” the voice was none other than Caius. Caius did not like like dogs much something about werewolves, they didn't know they quit listening after a good 5 minutes of Caius just cursing out werewolves.

“”Love it’s a puppy.” they say looking up to the 3 kings. Caius looked like he was going to put his foot in his mouth so Marcus bets him on it.

“My dear, I thank he means what is it doing here.”  

The kings look at the puppy like they had never seen one before. 

“I don’t know, I just found it.”  The king saw the look their mate was giving the baby dog.  They had seen how longley they were when they were not around.  And most days they were all busy. Maybe they could do this for their mate, let them have what do humans call them, oh yes, a farr baby.

As the puppy finishes the food it slowly walks up to the king's mate and rubs its head in there out sanded hand. 

“Honey, do you want to keep it?” Aro asks his mate they look up at all 3 of them with hope. 

“Can i?” they ask, they can see Caius is fighting with himself until he says.

“Yes, if that's what you won’t you can keep it,” 

There metes squeal with happiness then jumps to to hug them all then moves back to the puppy and pickles it up, to give it a big hug.

“ What will its name be?” Marcus asks with a smile on his face. 

“Pepper.” 

“Very fitting.” Caius says as he sucks up his pride and gives the puppy a pet. 

“Thank you.” their mate says with tries in their eyes.

“It's our pleasure love.” Aro says as they walk back to the castle with the newest part of their family.

[g3tinl0ser]

MASTERLIST

Trailing behind Alice, Bella, Edward, and the imposing Volturi guard, an undercurrent of annoyance gnaws at you, sharp and unrelenting. The ancient corridors echo with the sound of your reluctant footsteps, each one amplifying the frustration that simmers within. You can’t help but chastise yourself, coming here was a mistake. Edward, once the axis around your world, no longer holds your heart in his grasp. Whatever lingering affection remained has evaporated, leaving behind only irritation and indifference. You silently berate yourself for being dragged into his mess, a mess you want no part of.

The absurdity of it all strikes you like a cruel joke. Edward’s theatrics, born from his misplaced devotion to Bella, feel almost comical if they weren’t so infuriating. He, the once-composed and logical Edward, has spiraled into a kind of melodrama that borders on embarrassing. Watching him unravel is painful, but not in the way it once would have been. Your heart doesn’t ache for him, it aches from the sheer exasperation of witnessing someone you once admired crumble under the weight of his own foolishness.

And then there’s the Volturi, their cold, predatory gazes dissecting everything in their path. Their presence is suffocating, casting a long shadow over the already volatile emotions swirling in the air. You glance at Edward, incredulous at how far he’s allowed himself to fall. How could someone who once seemed so steady and rational succumb to this mess? The thought stings, though not in the way it might have years ago. It stings like secondhand embarrassment, like watching someone fall while you’re too far away to catch them, and realizing you no longer want to.

Still, you press forward. Whether out of a sense of obligation, the remnants of your once-deep connection, or the flicker of hope that maybe this will somehow lead to reconciliation with the Cullens, you can’t quite say. Maybe helping Edward will buy you some kind of peace. Maybe when it’s all over, you’ll return home with Alice and Edward, and you can finally move on. Separate lives. No more entanglements.

But as you approach the grand doors of the Volturi’s throne room, the strange tugging sensation in your chest intensifies, sharp and insistent, as though pulling you toward something, or someone. Each step makes it harder to ignore. The hallways, lined with ancient tapestries and flickering torches, seem to hum with energy, whispering secrets you can’t quite decipher. The air feels charged, heavy with something you can’t name, and your unease grows.

Edward and Alice exchange frequent glances, their eyes flicking back to you with a mixture of concern and apprehension. It’s as if they’re silently debating something, their unspoken words only adding to your anxiety. What are they not telling you? Do they regret bringing you here? The thought claws at you, planting seeds of doubt that threaten to unravel your resolve.

You try to shake it off, focusing instead on the task at hand. Just get through this. Help Edward. Go home. That’s the plan. And yet, a gnawing worry takes root in the back of your mind. What if things don’t work out the way you hope? What if Alice and Edward don’t want you to come home at all?

The tug in your chest tightens as the grand doors creak open, revealing the shadowed expanse of the Volturi’s throne room. The flickering torchlight dances against the cold marble, and an air of foreboding settles over you. Whatever lies ahead, you can’t shake the feeling that your carefully laid plans are about to fall apart, and that nothing will ever be the same again.

The moment you crossed the threshold into the throne room, it was as if the air itself shifted, thickening with an almost tangible weight. The grandeur of the space barely registered as a sudden, audible gasp shattered the oppressive silence. All eyes turned to Marcus, one of the ancient and unshakable leaders of the Volturi, whose stoic mask had cracked in a way no one had ever witnessed. His sharp intake of breath reverberated like a thunderclap, freezing you mid-step.

For centuries, Marcus had been the embodiment of detachment, his presence cold and distant. But now, he was moving toward you with an urgency that bordered on desperation. The entire room seemed to hold its breath, the guards and even Aro momentarily stunned into silence by the sheer anomaly of Marcus’s reaction.

His dark eyes, wide and glistening with an emotion so foreign it was nearly unrecognizable, locked onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel it then, something alive in the air between you, a presence that had been dormant until this very moment.

Marcus's voice broke through the suffocating silence, trembling with disbelief. “The soulmate string,” he whispered, the words so soft they should have vanished into the air, yet they echoed like a bell tolling in the distance.

Your gaze followed his, drawn by something primal and magnetic, until you saw it, a shimmering thread of light, delicate yet unyielding, stretching from your chest to Caius, Marcus’s soul brother. The string pulsed with a rhythm that mirrored your own heartbeat, radiating an ancient energy that defied comprehension.

Gasps rippled through the room as Marcus’s gift allowed everyone to glimpse it, just for a moment, a bond that transcended centuries, lifetimes, and even the laws of their immortal existence. The thread shimmered like starlight, golden and iridescent, before it faded from view, leaving only the weight of its presence behind.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The realization struck you like a tidal wave, drowning out every thought, every emotion, except for the overwhelming certainty of what you had just witnessed. This was not coincidence. This was destiny.

Caius’s piercing gaze locked onto yours, his usual icy demeanor faltering as something unspoken passed between you. His jaw tightened, his expression a storm of resistance and disbelief, but his eyes betrayed him, beneath the veneer of control, they burned with recognition.

The room seemed to shrink, the weight of the moment pressing down on everyone present. The air crackled with tension, the ancient stone walls bearing witness to a revelation that could alter the course of everything.

For the first time in your existence, you felt truly seen, tethered to something greater than yourself. And as the silence stretched on, thick and electric, you knew with absolute certainty that nothing in your life, or Caius’s, would ever be the same again.

Caius rises, his piercing gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that feels almost tangible. His eyes are a storm, swirling with conflict, surprise, and a recognition so profound it roots you to the spot. For thousands of years, he has wondered if this moment would ever come, if he would ever find you, his soulmate, the one destined to stand by his side. Yet now, here you are, bearing the name Cullen, the family he has long despised.

The weight of Caius’s internal struggle is palpable. He has yearned for you across centuries, imagining the day he would finally find the one who was meant for him. But this? You, a Cullen, aligned with a family whose compassion for humans and rejection of traditional vampire ways stand in stark defiance of everything he believes, are the cruel twist of fate he never anticipated. To Caius, the Cullens are a rebellion against the natural order, a thorn in the side of the Volturi’s authority. And now, you, the embodiment of everything he has resented, are bound to him by an unbreakable, cosmic force.

The air in the throne room grows heavier, the space between you charged with unspoken tension. It feels as though the world around you has fallen away, leaving only the two of you, locked in this moment of revelation. The soulmate bond hums between you like a living thing, an undeniable force that refuses to be ignored. Neither of you can escape the truth, your fates are now intertwined, bound by something greater than centuries of hatred or ideology.

Caius’s steely resolve falters, if only for a heartbeat. His icy demeanor softens, the ancient walls he’s built around himself cracking ever so slightly. He takes a tentative step toward you, his movements slow, deliberate, as if the very act of approaching is a battle against everything he has ever known. In his eyes, there is the faintest glimmer of hope, hope that perhaps this bond, so unexpected and profound, holds the promise of something greater than hatred. Greater even than the Volturi.

But the moment is shattered.

Edward moves like a flash, his hand gripping your arm as he pulls you behind him, his protective instincts blazing to life. You stumble into Bella, who catches you, her own discomfort evident as Edward’s arm shields you both. The gesture is meant to protect, but all it does is ignite your frustration. You glare at him, your irritation bubbling beneath the surface, but Edward is unyielding, his posture radiating defiance.

The tension in the room becomes suffocating, every Volturi guard now on high alert. Their eyes, crimson and calculating, dart between Edward and Caius, anticipating the slightest provocation. The atmosphere teeters on the edge of violence, the unspoken threat hanging heavy in the air.

Caius freezes mid-step, his expression darkening as his gaze locks onto Edward. The air around him seems to chill, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, venomous growl. “Release her.”

The words are simple, yet they drip with menace, each syllable a dagger aimed at Edward. Caius’s tone is quiet but commanding, the kind of threat that doesn’t need to be raised to be understood. “Now.”

Edward stands firm, his body a barrier between you and Caius. His golden eyes, usually so warm, are hard as steel, his jaw set in a way that leaves no room for negotiation. “She’s not going anywhere with you,” Edward replies, his voice steady but sharp, laced with a challenge that dares Caius to make a move.

The room feels like it might explode under the weight of the unspoken war brewing between the two vampires. The soulmate bond thrums in the background, invisible to all but you and Caius, a reminder of the truth neither of you can escape. This is a turning point, and every choice from here on will determine the shape of the future, for you, for Caius, and for everyone standing in this room.

Bella, sensing the weight of the moment, edged closer to Edward, her movements hesitant but deliberate. The room itself seemed to hold its breath, the ancient stone walls standing as silent witnesses to the standoff unfolding before them. Every second felt suspended, stretched thin by the sheer magnitude of what was happening. It was clear this encounter would not end easily. The balance of power was as fragile as glass, and one wrong move could shatter it entirely.

Yet amidst the tension and the impending chaos, a single thought consumed you, looping in your mind like a mantra.

He left you.

He left you.

He chose Bella.

So why is he now standing between you and your mate?

The question burned in your chest, its weight pressing harder than Edward's arm pinning you behind him. Your mind reeled, a storm of emotions swirling, betrayal, anger, confusion, and the faintest spark of clarity. The tension in the air thickened, but your focus shifted. The Volturi guard, legendary for their ruthless efficiency, didn’t seem poised to attack. Their postures were rigid, yes, but not with malevolence. Instead, their stance radiated caution, their eyes darting between you and Edward, who held you in place with a grip that felt more suffocating than protective.

Why were they standing guard like this? Why weren’t they advancing?

And then, a startling realization gripped you: the fear you’d carried all these years, the fear of the Volturi, was born entirely from stories. Stories told by Edward. Stories designed to paint them as monsters. But you’d never met them before today. And now, here they were, standing in their own halls, their power undeniable, yet their actions… tempered. They had refused to kill Edward. How monstrous could they truly be?

Edward’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and urgent. “You don’t understand. They’re dangerous. You can’t trust them.” Alice chimed in, her tone pleading. “They’ll destroy you. They’ll destroy all of us.”

But their words rang hollow. Their voices, once a source of comfort, now felt like static against the growing clarity in your mind. You weren’t sure when it happened, when their warnings lost their weight. But as you turned your gaze toward Caius, the truth settled over you like the calm after a storm.

Caius.

The realization hit like a bolt of lightning. This wasn’t just some ancient, ruthless vampire king. He was your mate. Your mate. The bond between you thrummed with an energy you couldn’t ignore, couldn’t deny. It was deeper, more profound, more unbreakable than anything you had ever known.

You studied him, truly seeing him for the first time. His fierce demeanor, the sharpness in his gaze, the rigid set of his jaw, they all spoke of power, of authority. And yet, there was something else there. A flicker of concern, raw and unguarded, etched into his face. His crimson eyes, though intense, held no malice when they met yours. Instead, they reflected a quiet but unmistakable truth: you were his.

And for the first time since stepping into this room, you felt something you hadn’t expected. Not fear. Not panic.

Calm.

It settled over you like a gentle tide, washing away the confusion and fear Edward’s presence stirred within you. Something fundamental had shifted, clicked into place. You weren’t Edward’s to protect. You weren’t Edward’s at all.

As you glanced toward Caius, the tether between you seemed to pull tighter, drawing you toward him in a way that felt as natural as breathing. This wasn’t a choice. This wasn’t something you could fight. This was fate. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you were ready to embrace it.

Caius’s crimson eyes locked onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, something unexpected flickered within them, worry. It was a stark contrast to the aura of cold brutality he was known for. Yet even in his concern, there was no softness, no vulnerability. Instead, his gaze was sharp, possessive, and unyielding, like a predator daring anyone to challenge what was his.

He stepped forward, each movement deliberate and calculated, exuding an air of restrained power. Though he moved cautiously, his presence was anything but hesitant. The room seemed to tense with each step he took, the weight of his authority pressing against everyone present. Caius didn’t need to speak to command attention; his presence alone was enough to silence the space.

Behind you, Edward’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into your arm in a futile attempt to hold you back. The act felt less protective now and more desperate, an attempt to keep something he had no right to claim. Trusting the instincts that guided you, you wrenched free from Edward’s grasp, his protests fading into the background as you stepped toward Caius. The pull between you was magnetic, undeniable, a force greater than yourself.

For the first time in what felt like forever, clarity settled over you. Your path had irrevocably changed. And with Caius by your side, you were ready to face whatever awaited.

Caius’s eyes never left yours as you approached, his expression unreadable but intense. When you stopped just a few steps from him, he did something no one in the room could have expected, he knelt.

The gathered vampires froze, their shock palpable. Caius, the most ruthless and feared of the Volturi kings, knelt before you. His voice, normally sharp enough to cut through stone, dropped to a tone that was both reverent and dangerous. “I vow,” he began, the words laced with power, “to protect you for eternity. No one, no one, will come before you or between us. My life, my resources, my strength, everything I have is yours.”

The sincerity in his tone was chilling, not because it softened him, but because it made the weight of his promise all the more terrifying. Here was a creature of destruction, a king who had lived centuries drenched in blood, pledging himself entirely to you.

The room seemed to hold its collective breath as Aro and Marcus exchanged delighted glances, their faces lit with approval. They, better than anyone, understood the gravity of what Caius had just done. This wasn’t merely a declaration; it was a binding vow from one of the most dangerous beings in existence.

Caius rose with a lethal grace, his attention shifting from you to Edward. His expression darkened, the softness from moments ago replaced by a glacial fury. His gaze bore into Edward, sharp enough to make even the bravest falter.

“Edward,” Caius said, his voice cold and venomous, “take your human and leave. You should know when to step aside.”

The threat wasn’t spoken, but it hung thickly in the air, saturating every word. It wasn’t just a suggestion, it was a warning, a challenge. The unspoken promise of what would happen should Edward ignore it crackled like electricity in the silence.

Edward’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes darting to Bella, who clung to him with fear etched into her face. For a moment, he looked like he might argue, might challenge the king standing before him. But Caius took a step forward, his presence radiating such overwhelming authority and menace that Edward instinctively stepped back, pulling Bella closer.

“You don’t belong here,” Caius said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. “And you will not stand in my way.” The room seemed to tremble with the finality of his words. For a moment, there was only silence, heavy and oppressive, before Edward finally turned, pulling Bella toward the exit. His retreat, though reluctant, was inevitable. Against Caius, even Edward knew he stood no chance.

As the doors closed behind them, Caius turned back to you, his gaze softening ever so slightly as it met yours again. The storm within him calmed, replaced by something just as intense but infinitely more profound.

“You’re mine,” he said, the words carrying not just a declaration but a promise, and a warning.

And in that moment, surrounded by the power and danger of the Volturi, you knew he was right

[volturiprincess]

Caius x reader who is always tired and wants only cuddles?

I apologize for the late post, I been slow with getting to my request but here it is💙.

I'm Tired

(a blessing of a man❤️, he's so pretty📸)

“Caius my love” I whine to him as he is currently looking at boring documents about who knows what.

“In a minute darling, let me finish this page”

“But I want to cuddle so bad, I can't sleep without your arms wrapped around me”

“So what am I? Just arms to you?”

“Mi amorcito con problemas de enojo, don't be like that, you know I love you but come here please” I am literally pulling all of my strings here to get him to bed. I spend a majority of the day sleeping but I sleep best with him by my side. There was actually a time I fell asleep on him in the middle of a trial. He does not mind having me in trials as long as I don't interfere. Sometimes I could be taking my daily naps and think that would help with my tiredness but it doesn't. I just want to sleep all day but not without my king.

“Please Caius, i'm tired and I need your cuddles”

“I said in a moment already, please be patient, im almost done here”

I walked over to him to stand right next to him where he is leaning over his desk. I crossed my arms to watch him with tired eyes. His gaze shifted to me slowly to give me an exasperated look, he tilted his head slightly at the sight of me, and then came the soft eyes. My weakness. He turned his whole body completely to face me and to pull me in.

“Awe my poor amore, you really do look tired”

He guides me into his laps and cradles me into his chest, his natural coldness being my blanket. He soothes my hair to help me fall asleep faster.

“What does amorcito even mean? I know amor means love but what about the cito?”

Of course he would ask that. At the point of passing out I still answer him “In the way I use it, it means my little love but it could mean sweetheart too”

“Mmmm…I like it, call me that from now on”

“Yea yea you big old softie”

We stayed in silence for a bit until he asked another question “Do I really have anger issues?”

“Definitely, but I love it”

Barely able to keep awake, I finally fell asleep. When I awoke later I was tucked into Caius' side in our shared bed. Funny, I don't even remember being moved or anything.

“Has someone finally woken up from their slumber?”

I do a small yawn as I turn to look up into the eyes of him. I give him a sleepy smile as I reach up to push one of his loose strands of hair away from his face. He’s so beautiful, he’s literally a walking piece of art, the way he looks like a come alive statue would be an understatement. I follow the lines that form his cheekbones down to his jawline. It didn't even faze me that he was watching me curiously and intently. My focus was purely just mesmerizing every little dip or sharpness his face had to offer. But soon enough I felt my eyes drop slowly. I want to stay awake and keep admiring his perfect face but my eyes are betraying me, my mind is starting to cloud with sleepiness. How can I be so tired already if I just woke up from a nap not even five minutes ago? 

“Sleep my regina, I will be here when you wake up”

Not having to be told twice, sleep overtook me once again. Being unaware of what is happening in the waking world, Caius spent that quiet time watching over me with adoration. Nobody has ever seen this side of him, this moment could only be described in one word, soft. He’s in awe of the way I curl into him each time I fall asleep on him, the way I cuddle him like he is not like some ruthless vampire who could kill me instantly. The way I trust him when I am in a vulnerable state leaves a bubbling feeling in his chest. He would have never thought he would ever feel this…happy and relaxed, for once he does not feel that natural feeling of rage or hunger for justice to be served. That side of him is tucked away like I am with him currently whenever he is with me.

In the periods when I am awake, and I visit his private art room, I notice  new paintings. What are they, you ask? They all have one thing in common, it's of me sleeping, it's amazing how he captures every little detail of well me. To the furrow my eyebrows might make when I face a slight discomfort in my dreams, or how sometimes a small smile might form when something happy happens in my dream, he captures that. Some of the settings the paintings take place in are when I'm sleeping on our love seat or on our bed but he likes to get creative. He might paint me sleeping in a lushful forest, to an open field of wildflowers, or the one that caught me completely off guard; sleeping in the clouds looking like an angelic being. 

My favorites have to be when he does ones where he is holding me while I sleep or we are cuddling. He does a rough sketch of us as we are settled in front of a full length mirror he has in his art room. We could spend hours there, me cuddling him without a single care of things we might need to do for the day. He once mentioned he had a small fear that cuddling with him would not be the best for it being he is cold and firm. I dismissed his fears by saying I actually like how he's cold because he keeps me from overheating as I sleep and his firmness keeps me locked into him. 

Bottom line he does not mind if I want to cuddle with him at any chance I can get, he enjoys me being in his arms. It's his way to protect me personally and to show his affection towards me without using his words. And with always being sleepy, he’s always there to keep me company, he enjoys the quiet atmosphere between us because it gives him time to admire me without me interfering with him. It even gives him time to talk out loud, I manage to catch him talking about what he loves about me and the feeling I give him when I am in his arms. Mi amorcito con problemas de enojo. 

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Regina: Queen

Problemas de enojo: Anger issues

[kimi240302]

Come back to me Part 4

A/N: Before you read this, I want you to know that my native language is different. So I am very sorry for any mistake. Nevertheless, I hope you will like my story and enjoy it.

Summary: The love story between Alec Volturi and Y/N Swan, was an unexpected one. Both didn't know what to make of each other when they found out they were soul mates. But they worked on it and created a beautiful strong love that not even Bella's hatred for the Volturi could destroy. But as in any good love story, tragedy was impossible to avoid in theirs. It came as unexpectedly as their love itself, and made the Cullens and Bella seem to win, while Alec and the Volturi were losing their light in the darkness.

Alec Volturi x Swan!Female!reader

Main Post / Twilight Masterlist / Come back to me Masterlist

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" The light in her eyes was stolen by the sadness in her heart" - d.s.

“You actually leave your room for once!” Y/N closed her eyes and smiled faintly. She didn't turn to the voice, however and continued to look at the snow-covered landscape in front of her. “I couldn't stand it in my room anymore. After all, I've already spent a year there and look what it's done to me?” Rosalie stopped next to the young girl in the clearing. “I'm glad to see you out here. I couldn't see you like this anymore, shut off from everyone and everything in your room.” Silence fell between the two of them, and Rosalie took advantage of this to take a closer look at Y/N. She had lost weight, her cheeks were sunken and the sparkle in her eyes had disappeared. But the blonde-haired girl had to smile slightly when she saw what Y/N was holding in her hand. “What are you going to do with your portfolio?”

The woman looked down at the black portfolio in her hands. Y/N had to admit that she had forgotten all about it and the reason why she had come to the meadow. The sight that presented itself to her, the fields, the air and the snowflakes that trickled down on her had distracted her. After all, Y/N was seeing all of this for the first time, otherwise she had only ever looked out her room window, which she now regretted, for the beauty spread out before her was nothing compared to the small glimpse she had from this small window. Y/N looked back at the woman she had grown to love like a sister.

“Do you want to hear the truth?”

Rosalie nodded warily, not sure if she really wanted to hear it. After all, she partly blamed herself for the state the young girl had been stuck in for a year. “I know I had a path before the accident. A goal that I was following.” Tears came to Y/N's eyes, but she didn't let them run down her face, she had already cried enough. “I know I had my future planned out. I know I had big plans and was looking forward to the future.” The young girl turned to the blonde-haired vampire. “Now when I only try to think about my future, I feel like something is holding me back, something I might find in my lost memory. But no matter how hard I try, I do not remember! This feeling of having lost something that seems so important to me breaks me every day and I don't know what I can do about it.”

Rosalie watched Y/N lose her fight against the tears, wiping them from her cheeks, angry with herself and the world. “Damn, it's like someone hit the damn pause button for a whole fucking year. I don't understand why, Rosalie! It hurts, so much. I want nothing but to be alive. But this feeling of having lost something of myself in these vanished memories keeps me from moving on with my life.”

The young woman looked back at the portfolio sadly. She opened it carefully and flicked through it. It broke Rosalie's heart to see her like this. She had always been against the idea of interfering in Y/N's life in this way. But she had promised her father. A promise that still ran down her lungs like poison.

The blonde-haired woman approaches Y/N, who was still engrossed in her drawings. She carefully placed her hands on the young woman's shoulder. “Why are you up here Y/N?” Turning her head to Rosalie, Y/N spoke in a low voice, “To get closure. I can't hold on to the past anymore. I can't wait for my memories to come back out of nowhere anymore. I have to finally live my life again. Otherwise it will be on pause forever.”

They both looked deep into each other's eyes.

Rosalie removed her hands from Y/N's shoulders and took a step back. The blonde nodded in agreement. With a deep breath, Y/N closed her eyes. She took the first drawing from her portfolio. She opened her eyes again and looked at it closely. The outline of a face she didn't know and probably never would, that haunted her every night, while the features remained hidden from her.

She lifted the drawing into the air, tears beginning to stream down her face again as her grip on the drawing tightened. Rosalie stepped beside her again, “Shall I go.” Y/N shook her head. “I don't want to do this alone.” The blonde-haired girl nodded. “Why is it so hard?” “Because it was the only thing that kept you alive last year. But Y/N, it's time to let go.” “I know.”

With these words, Y/N let go of the drawing. The two friends watched as the sheet was carried out into the wide world by a gust of wind. They repeated this until there was only one drawing left. Rosalie put her hand over Y/N as she was about to take it out of the folder. “Keep the last one, you might need it one day. Like to remind you what a deep hole you fought your way out of.” Y/N nodded and closed the folder.

“Why did you follow me?” Y/N interrupted the renewed silence between the two of them. “I wanted to give you something. As I said, I couldn't stand to see you wasting away in your room any longer. So I thought I'd give you a little push in the right direction.” She pulled out the envelope she had hidden in her pocket and handed it to the confused-looking Y/N.

The young woman took the envelope, but when she recognized the emblem on the letter, her eyes grew wide and her hands began to tremble. “Rosalie, what have you done?” “I took the liberty of making a folder out of all your drawings and sending it to the school you always wanted to go to. I didn't open it, but they would be idiots not to take you.”

Y/N pressed the black portfolio, which she was still clutching tightly, into Rosalie's hand and tore open the envelope at the same time. She hungrily took in each letter one by one. Then she lowered the letter and looked at Rosalie with wide eyes. “The School of Arts in Rome, wants me! I'm in!” Y/N jumped into Rosalie's arms. Rosalie hadn't expected it and fell into the snow with Y/N. Neither of them seemed to care though. Y/N hugged Rosalie a little tighter, “Thank you!” “For what?” “For never giving up on me!” “Never!”

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“I'm going to Rome!” Y/N shouted not a second later as she entered the Cullen house. The family, who had just gathered in the living room to discuss a trip, were all looking at each other in confusion. “What do you mean?” Bella got up from the couch, picked up the letter from her sister and read it. “I have to pack. Alice, Rosalie you'll help me, won't you?” Without waiting for an answer, Y/N ran up the stairs to her room. “How?” Bella looked around in confusion. “I sent in her drawings. It's time for Y/N to find her own way. Accept it or leave it. You can't stop it either way.” Rosalie turned away from Bella and walked up the stairs. Happy to see Y/N with life energy again.

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“Say what's on your mind, brother.” Caius was busy putting the last drawing pads on the tables in his classroom. “You're the one of us who hates humans the most and yet you've been teaching them art for a year, why?” Aro sat down in Caius' teacher's chair while Marcus simply stood at the window and looked out. Demetri, Afton, Felix and Chelsea stood at the front door, keeping watch, even though none of the humans that were about to come were a threat to their masters.

“First of all, there are new students today. I'm starting my first class of my own.” Caius placed the last block and straightened up to look at Aro. “Everyone has dealt with her disappearance differently brother. She has changed my view slightly. I honor her memory by sharing my knowledge of the art with others.”

Even after a year, every single Volturi found it hard to say Y/N's name and yet everyone had begun something to honor her, even if most didn't always show it. Aro nodded in understanding, stood up and clapped his hands. “We'll leave you to it then. Your students should be here any moment.” Caius nodded, but didn't really listen anymore. Marcus turned to Caius to say something to him too, but a knock interrupted him.

“Come in,” Caius called out, trying to put on his best smile. However, when the door opened, the smile fell from his face, while every Volturi present couldn't believe their eyes. Y/N clutched her folder tighter in her hand as she entered the room. She was unsettled as several pairs of eyes stared at her. “Sorry…” She cleared her throat, “Is this Professor Caius Volturi's class?”

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[i-heart-slashers]

[zapreportsblog]

Hello. Can you make an obsessive Volturi Kings and female fairy or elf reader?

❝our little fairy❞

✭ pairing : yandere poly volturi king x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) is a tree spirit who was out exploring one day when she flies into the broad chest of Felix volturi, curious on her being he takes her back to his kings where a bond is formed between the three leaders and their little fairy.

✭ twilight masterlist 2

In a hidden corner of the ancient woodland, bathed in the soft, golden glow of the setting sun, a tiny woodland fairy (Y/N) flitted gracefully through the air. She was no larger than a dandelion puff, her iridescent wings shimmering with each delicate flutter. Her mission this evening was simple - to gather boggle cap tops and fragrant flowers to adorn her cozy little home nestled within the hollow of an ancient oak tree.

(Y/N) darted from one flower to another, her laughter like the tinkling of a distant wind chime. With nimble fingers, she plucked the petals of a dew-kissed wildflower, all the while imagining how they would brighten her tiny abode. Lost in her world of flora and whimsy, she didn't notice the towering figure of a man approaching.

Felix, a formidable vampire with rippling muscles and a chiseled jawline, moved through the forest with an eerie grace that belied his imposing presence. He was on a solitary walk, deep in thought, when an unexpected gust of wind swept (Y/N) off course. With a gasp, she collided with his chest, knocking the wind out of her, quite literally.

Startled, Felix instinctively reached out to catch whatever had just crashed into him. In his massive, open palm, he found himself holding the tiniest being he had ever seen. A creature so delicate, so ethereal, it could only be the stuff of legends.

"What a surprise we have here," Felix mused, his voice a deep rumble that (Y/N) felt rather than heard. He marveled at the tiny being he held, her translucent wings fluttering desperately to regain her composure.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was equally awestruck. Her wide, sparkling eyes took in the towering figure before her, his crimson eyes and pale skin telling her all she needed to know. She had heard tales of vampires, creatures of the night, but had never imagined she would encounter one up close.

As Felix examined her with a mix of curiosity and amusement, they both spoke in unison, their voices overlapping in a bizarre coincidence. "What are you?"

Their synchronized query left them momentarily dumbfounded, but it was Felix who broke the silence. "I'm a vampire," he declared, his gaze locked on her. "Now then, what are you?"

(Y/N) gathered her composure and replied, "I'm a fairy," her tiny voice ringing with a mixture of pride and wonder.

Felix's lips curled into a wry smile as he considered the possibilities. "Interesting," he murmured. "My masters, the Volturi Kings, would probably want to meet you. Would you be willing to accompany me to them?"

(Y/N) hesitated for only a moment before nodding. She had always been curious about the world beyond her woodland home, and this encounter promised an adventure unlike any she had ever imagined. With a sense of anticipation, she remained perched in the palm of Felix's hand as he set off on a journey that would change both their lives forever.

Felix returned to the imposing fortress of the Volturi, the ancient stone walls and eerie silence of the place contrasting sharply with the vibrant world from which he had come. In the palm of his hand, nestled amidst the swirl of his dark cloak, (Y/N) clung to a strand of his clothing, her heart aflutter with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

As Felix entered the grand hall where the three Volturi kings resided, his voice echoed through the cavernous chamber. "Masters, I bring you a most extraordinary guest."

Aro, the ancient and charismatic leader of the Volturi, turned his crimson eyes toward Felix, his features alight with curiosity. Marcus, the somber and introspective king, regarded Felix with a gaze as penetrating as the shadows that clung to him. Caius, the most imposing of the three with a demeanor as cold as ice, observed the proceedings with an air of detached indifference.

Felix recounted the story of his chance encounter with the tiny fairy, (Y/N), and how their simultaneous question had sparked this unusual alliance. As he spoke, Marcus, the most attuned to emotions among the Volturi, felt a peculiar sensation. It was like the faint stirrings of a bond he hadn't experienced in centuries.

The bond, however, was not limited to him alone. As Marcus delved deeper into the sensation, he realized that it extended, tendrils of emotion, reaching out to touch not only him but also Aro and Caius. It was as if this tiny being in Felix's palm had ignited a connection that bound them together.

Marcus met Aro's gaze, and without words, he conveyed his discovery. Aro's eyes widened with intrigue, and he nodded in understanding. Caius, on the other hand, seemed indifferent to the revelation.

With an air of expectation, Aro approached Felix and the small fairy. He extended a slender hand, and Felix carefully transferred (Y/N) into Aro's palm. The fairy stood there, her heart pounding, as Aro examined her with a bemused expression.

"Interesting," Aro murmured, his voice a velvety whisper. "Such a rare and exquisite creature."

Caius, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't resist the pull of curiosity any longer. He reached out and gently cupped (Y/N) in his hand, his cold skin contrasting with her warmth. Her miniature form seemed even smaller against his massive palm, but she held her composure, her wide eyes flitting between the three kings.

Caius, Aro, and Marcus leaned in, their expressions filled with fascination as they admired the tiny fairy before them. And just as (Y/N) had marveled at their vampiric beauty, she found herself flustered yet enchanted by the kings' ethereal grace and handsomeness.

With her heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings, (Y/N) realized that her adventure had taken an unexpected turn. She was now the center of attention among the most powerful vampires in existence, and the enchantment of their world was beginning to weave its magic around her in ways she could never have imagined.

Aro, the enigmatic leader of the Volturi, continued to study (Y/N) with fascination as she now stood in the palm of his hand. Her ethereal beauty and innocence intrigued him, and he couldn't help but find her presence captivating.

With an air of gentleness that contrasted with his usual demeanor, Aro began to speak to (Y/N). "My dear, I must explain that we are not like the creatures you are familiar with. We are vampires, though I’m sure our guard felix told you of our species. We vampires are immortal beings who feed on blood to survive."

(Y/N), who had never heard of vampires or their dark nature, simply nodded, assuming Aro was merely explaining his kind to her. "I see," she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity. "I am a woodland fairy, a guardian of the forest. We live in harmony with nature, nurturing the plants and creatures that inhabit our realm."

Marcus, the quieter and more introspective of the Volturi kings, couldn't help but feel sympathy for the tiny fairy. He decided to share another piece of information that would undoubtedly surprise her. "You see, (Y/N), there's something else you should know. Vampires have mates, like soulmates. It's a bond that goes beyond our understanding."

(Y/N) furrowed her tiny brow, not quite comprehending. "Mates? I've never heard of such a thing among my kind. We exist to protect and preserve the balance of the forest, but we don't have mates."

Caius, the most imposing of the Volturi kings, leaned in closer to (Y/N) and explained in a surprisingly gentle tone, "Mates are like soulmates as Marcus has said, and you just so happen to be ours therefore our souls are now linked to your existence, and we can't let you leave."

Confusion welled up within (Y/N). She loved the forest and being with nature, and the thought of not returning to her home saddened her. The three kings, sensitive to her emotions, proposed a solution.

Aro spoke, "We can build you a small house in our garden. You can be close to nature, and we can be close to you."

Although it was a generous offer, (Y/N) couldn't help but question it. "But why can't I go back to my home in the forest?"

Aro, ever the strategist, decided to stretch the truth to ensure her compliance. "The further you are from your mate, the weaker it makes the vampires. Eventually, it could even lead to our demise."

Hearing this, (Y/N) was filled with concern for her newfound friends. She didn't want to be the cause of their suffering. With a heavy heart, she agreed to stay in the garden with them, trusting their words.

Aro turned his attention to Alec and Jane, two of his loyal guards. "Alec, Jane, please retrieve the things from (Y/N)'s little house in the forest. We will make her feel at home here."

As the two vampires departed on their mission, (Y/N) couldn't shake the feeling that her life had taken an unexpected turn, and the enigmatic bond with these vampire kings would forever alter her existence.

The Volturi kings watched with a mixture of relief and elation as (Y/N) agreed to stay with them in their garden. The fact that they didn't have to resort to force or Chelsea’s manipulation abilities, filled them with a sense of contentment they rarely experienced. To them, she was more than just a rare and beautiful creature; she was their perfect mate.

As (Y/N) spoke animatedly about where she would place her belongings in the garden and how she would decorate it to fit her needs, the kings sat in a contemplative silence. Dark thoughts swirled in their minds like a storm on the horizon.

Aro, with his uncanny ability to see into the future, envisioned a world where (Y/N) would never leave their side. He saw himself as her protector, ensuring that she would never be harmed by anyone, and those who dared to threaten her would face the full extent of his wrath.

Marcus, whose empathy allowed him to sense the emotions of others, felt a growing sense of possessiveness towards (Y/N). He couldn't bear the thought of her being with anyone else, and the idea of her happiness being dependent on them was intoxicating.

Caius, who had always been the most cold and ruthless of the trio, surprised even himself with the intensity of his feelings for (Y/N). He imagined a future where they would be inseparable, where he would be her shelter from the world, and where anyone who dared to hurt her would face a punishment beyond measure.

Their fixation on (Y/N) was all-consuming, and they couldn't help but revel in the darkness of their desires. To them, she was the embodiment of perfection, the one they had longed for, and they were willing to do whatever it took to ensure she would never leave their side.

As (Y/N) continued to share her plans for her new life in the garden, the Volturi kings sat in silence, their minds filled with possessive thoughts and an unwavering determination to keep her with them, no matter the cost.

[volturissideslut]

Hiii I hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself!

I wanted to ask for a Volturi kings (poly or separate) with a mate who's hyperfixated on something and forgetting basic necessities like eating and drinking and stuff! Just how they'd help and deal with it

This may be spurred on by the fact that I've been hyperfixated on cars (lego cars and just model cars) and haven't slept for over 2 days straight 😭😭

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

"Cara Mia, please" Aro implores. Desperation creeps it's ugly tentacles around his throat as he all but begs you to put down the fucking lego titanic model. "It's been three days. Come eat, come lay with me and-"

"-Yes" interrupts Caius, needy for you bet equally worried for your wellbeing. "yes tesoro, it is time you feed, time you look up from that- that- plastic!" He says the word with such disgust, in such an accusational manner you would believe the clipped together blocks of lego had murdered his you in front of him out of spite.

Marcus huffs under his breath and pushes Caius (and his dramatics) to the side. He crouches down to your eye level from the seat you had been on and gives you such soft eyes. "What my brothers mean to say," he glances behind himself to where they stand and then looks right back at you, "is that we miss you. And we're worried about you. Did you even notice it's been three days?"

And to Marcus you give in, putting down the pieces in your hands and giving him your full attention. He basks in it for a moment, smug, knowing he'd won already. "Has it really been three days?" You ask, genuinely confused. Just how long had you been building these ships?

When Caius hisses out a secretly upset yet that just comes out as irritated, you stand and kiss the top of Marcus' head. The brunette man finally stands and grins at having snapped you out of whatever trance you were apparently in. Aro zooms forward and takes you into his arms, hilding you close to his chest and giving you a swift kiss. When you pull back you happen to notice a certain blond with his arms crossed and lips pouted, like he's ready to throw a tantrum.

"I'm sorry my love" you say, taking the few steps it takes over to him and cupping his face in your hands. His resolve crumbles completely in that instant and he finds himself melting in to you. You pepper some kisses into his face and all is forgiven. Temptingly, his teeth drag alongside your marbled neck and you feel Aro and Marcus sandwich you in from behind.

"Now how about I find us a little snack to share?"

[wendigo-volturi]

Caius around others: I’m a boss ass bitch and whoever talks to me is catching my fists.

Caius around Y/N: I. Am. A. Baby. And I cannot be left alone. I need you to hug me. And give me kisses. And your full attention. It would also be a good idea if you carried me. And feed me. I’m so innocent. And cute. And precious. Take care of me.

[velvetdaisies333]

So I was wondering if you can make Caius headcannons with a mate who is swiftie and who is a fan of Lana Del Rey, a female mate pls

a/n: of course !! i love taylor n lana <3 he’s so ultraviolence

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Caius With A Mate Who’s A Fan of Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey

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Caius would probably prefer listening to Lana Del Rey more than Taylor Swift whenever you play music.

It’s not that he doesn’t like Taylor’s music, he just prefers the production of Lana’s work more.

He’s definitely an Ultraviolence and Honeymoon girlie.

Caius supports your love for your favourite artists, on the condition you don’t love them more than him.

One time you joked that you loved Taylor and Lana more than him and he didn’t join you for dinner for 3 days.

Tells you that he should be your favourite musician because he can play almost any instrument, but he prefers playing piano.

When ‘Snow On The Beach’ was released, he learned how to play it on piano for you.

“I hope you like this, mia amore.”

He would prefer the albums ‘folklore’ and ‘evermore’ from Taylor, but ‘Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’ is definitely his guilty pleasure.

He likes listening to the instrumentals from Ultraviolence and Born To Die.

Definitely appreciates the poetry that’s Lana’s lyrics.

“How could a mortal write this?”

Loves Taylor’s lyrics on a story-telling level.

“Timeless is so us.”

“What does that mean?”

Gets tired when you play the same songs over and over again.

“Mia amore, please play something else.”

“I thought you liked this song?”

“You’re making me hate it.”

You best believe he got you tickets to The Eras Tour.

“Oh my god, did you like, give a limb for these?”

“… Something like that.”

He wouldn’t hear the end of you talking about what you’re gonna wear for weeks and weeks.

“Darling, please. It’s a few hours in one seat, not a ball.”

“Might as well be.”

Caius matches his outfit with yours to be supportive.

Is very confused when you yell the lyrics to All Too Well.

“Don’t I treat you better than how Jake Gyllanhaal did Taylor?”

“How’d you know that?”

“Something about a scarf.”

Has bought you every edition of every Taylor and Lana album ever on vinyl.

He actually managed to get a copy of the Lust for Life heart-shaped vinyl for you.

Listens to Lover and thinks of you when you’re away.

Aro found him sitting in his office with that song playing and asked if Caius was alright.

“Are you alright, dear brother?”

He’d put a hand on Caius’ shoulder knowing Caius wouldn’t tell him verbally and immediately understands.

“They’ll be back soon.”

“I know.”

Isn’t a big fan of pop, but endures it for you.

He would never ask to put on anything that you like, but would secretly hope that you will.

When the love songs come on, he’ll dance with you if you’re up for it.

Lover, invisible string, willow, and Timeless, are his favourite Taylor Swift songs to dance to with you.

Religion is his favourite Lana Del Rey song to dance to with you.

The gifts he gives you are very catered towards your love for Taylor and Lana.

As well as his declarations of love; he often quotes their songs.

“You’re my religion, mia amore.”

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Imagine getting into a fight with Caius because he acts like he hates you. You try to shove him but end up hurting yourself and he surprisingly apologises and feels awful

Y/N: “Why don’t you just fuck off!” *tries to shove him but he stays completely still and great pain shoots through your wrists*

Y/N: “Aaaahh! Fu-uck! Uuhh huh haaa!” *begin to cry loudly from both the pain and frustration*

Caius: “Oh, darling. Please, I’m so sorry. Oh my sweet love.” *cradles your face gently and wipes your tears*