#my not great take on caius

[destinyinthemoonlight]

Destiny in Volterra, Dark!AU

Summary: Destiny alludes to her opinion on the Volturi’s diet with Caius as he questions her marriage.

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Warnings: talk of torturing/killing/eating humans, dark and twisty, talk of divorce

A/N: in one of the AU versions I’ve written of Ashore, Destiny and Carlisle end up married and then end up divorcing due to the Volturi and their “corruption” of Destiny (aka evil!Destiny)

Caius is ranting, yet again, about how much he hates humans as his brothers tune him out. As he suggested some fort of cruel revenge, Destiny grinned, lost in thought considering herself doing what Caius was saying.

“You’re grinning” he stopped, surprised as he pointed to her face, “does the Mrs-loves-humans have a secret from her husband?!”

Destiny rolled her eyes as she smiled patronizingly at Caius, “what my husband doesn’t know won’t hurt him”.

“Do tell” he instructed, leaning forward in his chair.

She sighed and slumped back against hers, lying her head against the back of the chair. “There’s nothing to tell”, she muttered, “no matter my thoughts or whims, I will not betray my husband.”

“And to follow your natural diet, to stop the pathetic fighting of your true nature, that would be betraying him?” He asked, amused at the thought of the treachery facing his least favorite person

“But of course. For the man who tried killing himself for a century in hopes to never hurt a human, any even remotely impure action towards a human would be spitting on his sacrifice” she muttered darkly.

Caius grinned a devilish smile, asking, “and if you did not have him to consider?”

“While I don’t agree with your… fishing methods, there are plenty of bad people that the world could do without. Why be the apex predator if you’re not assisting the natural cycle of life?” She asked, half heartedly, glancing up at her companion with a disheartened smile.

“Ahh, it sounds like you, dear friend, have a problem on your hands” he suggested with a Cheshire smile, leaning back in his chair and extending his legs.

“No, not a problem” Destiny responded, shaking her head, “I knew when we first got together that my opinions on the subject would have to be cast aside. What is marriage if not compromise?”

Caius snorted, an unamused noise as he waved his hand in front of him. “Maybe you just married the wrong person” he mused.

She rolled her eyes and tossed the pillow she was playing with at him. He smacked it away like a gnat and narrowed his eyes, his thoughts racing on how he could widen divide between the good doctor and his not so good wife.

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[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 15: Throne

Caius Volturi x GN! Reader

Summary: A rare day of no trails you still find Caius sitting at his throne with tense shoulders, leading to you in his lap.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Smut, Kissing, Handjob, Reader sitting on Caius's lap

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Minors do not interact!

Stepping steadily through the castle's marble halls, looking through every room for your lover, only to find him in the one place you doubted to find the vampire.

In the throne room, the sun's glow on Caius's hair caught your attention, turning into the room, quickly scanning his state of being. Tense shoulders mixed with an intense stare at the big wooden doors as if waiting for a trail to start. Almost on the edge of his seat, readying for his words to be of use for the Volturi, his only use.

Even with all of his on-edge tension, Caius did not react to your touch, tucking a strain of his gold locks behind his pale ear. Knowing it was you having already smelled you from just walking by the room. Cupping his cold cheek slowly, his tension left, leaving him to melt in your hand.

Looking up, giving you a breathtaking view of his maroon-colored eyes, his stare no longer intense but now soft and warm. Leaning down for a kiss, Caius goes further, gently pulling at your arm, wanting you more than just a kiss.

Pulling harder causes you to fall onto his lap, knees landing beside his thighs with just enough space. Quickly cupping your face deepening the kiss, letting you taste how his eagerness turned into hunger.

Leaning back from a kiss, Caius gently bites your lip, slightly pulling it, threatening to bite down harder just to taste you further. Having plans of your own, with a free hand traveling down to his pants, undoing them.

Having felt his cock minutes ago, though poking you through his pants twitching against you. Granting its wish to be let out into your hand, hearing as Caius sucked in a breath, his forehead lay to rest against your collarbone.

Firmly stroking his cock hearing as he begs you, for more or less you ignore his vagueness, circling your thumb around his tip, creating louder moans that echo down the marble halls.

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[volturissideslut]

Lmk if you want a part 2 where they take you to see things and show you their hobbies

Yes Please

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖞)

Part 1

"This way, Cara Mia" Aro's arm is linked with yours as he gives you a tour of your home. You had spent many days like this, being choeffered around by your mates as they helped you navigate the maze of hallways they lived it, but this time was different.

This time, they could show you. You could see the marble details that run throughout,you could see the historic relics they had collected and put on show, and you could see the many portraits of the members, your mates and you.

"This one os my favourite" Caius whispers, chin resting on your shoulder as he shows you the newest one he put up. It was you, in a swarm on blues pinks and greens - a distinct redness to your eyes as you stood side by side with Marcus in the gardens.

"When did you have time to make this?" you turn to kiss his cheek, only for him to face you and make you miss and kiss his lips instead.

"this morning" his voice is smug from the affection and the adoring look you give his work.

"You said you paint a lot... Can I see your studio?" there's an excitement on your face that makes him feel alive again, only to leave him pouting when Marcus answers for him.

"Of course you can, Tesoro. But first, it's my turn to show you something, " his smile of warm, a contrast to Caius' blank stare at having the moment interrupted. "would you like to go and see a play? It's something I think you'd enjoy, given your love of stories"

Aro, stealing the thunder, claps and gasps in the background "Oh, Cara Mia! You'll just love what we've picked!"

Somehow, it's becomes twisted and turned into a competition between the three men, Marcus offering to show you all the flowers in the world, Caius offering a global expadition, and Aro insisting he take you to see the stars and tell you about them all.

And though your heart is dead and unbeating, it has never felt so warm.

(you take their bickering as an opportunity to sneak away and put face to name with the guard, sneaking back in just in time for them to tell you the curriculum they've come up with for you. It's great, really, but you may need to convince them that you don't need to see everything in a day. You have all of eternity together)

[child-of-the-nights]

Various characters on your birthday

A/N: So this is very self indulgent because yesterday was my birthday (yippee!) but I wrote some headcanons with a few of my fav characters from the fandoms I write for. Anyway have fun reading!

Warnings: none

Characters: Aro Volturi, Emperor Belos, Elrond, Shadow Weaver, Thranduil

Aro Volturi:

Now, celebrating birthdays in the vampire world is a little bit different. Since most people at the palazzo have been alive for centuries, they don't really celebrate their birthdays every year. It's more like every decade or even every 100 years.

However, if Aro's mate is still human or a newborn vampire, they can expect to have a big party thrown for them. Even if they prefer solitude, they can expect to at least have the family invited. That being Caius, Marcus, Athenodora and Sulpicia.

Aro obviously gets his mate the best gifts. He can, after all, see their deepest wishes with a single touch. His mate had seen something online and thought "wow, it would be nice to have this"? Aro had already added it to the list of possible birthday gifts.

Obviously he would buy them more meaningful gifts as well. For example, maybe the mate absolutely loves a certain book series, well Aro would commision someone to make them a special edition of the books.

His mate can expect to find love notes and poems all over the place on their birthday. Aro is a gifted writer and he makes sure to capture all the things that he admires about his mate. Which is pretty much everything. Seriously, he can barely name anything he doesn't like.

The entire day is planned carefully by Aro and he intends to go through with his plan unless something absolutely crucial needs his attention. In that case, he promises his mate that he'll make up for being away.

Aro will ask them to dance with him to their favorite songs. Whatever the song may be, he would find a way to dance with them.

It brings him great joy when he sees how his mate has so much fun. Especially if they are holding his hand while doing so. Aro loves it when he can bury himself in their mind.

When the day is coming to an end, he takes them to stargaze outside of Volterra, somewhere not that affected by light pollution. They both would look at the stars and hold hands while doing so. Aro would whisper sweet nothings in their ear, possibly slipping into other languages while doing so.

His mate can definitely say that their birthday was amazing, if not the best birthday they ever had.

Emperor Belos:

When it comes to Belos and celebrating birthdays, he actually prefers to not have a grand party for his beloved. He just thinks it would serve no reason and a private dinner or something similar means far more than anything else.

That being said, he is actually... hardly torn away from doing his Emperor duties. He must prepare for the Day of Unity after all. But after enough begging, he decides to humor his partner for a while.

I'm not saying that he didn't get them gifts, because of course he did. Belos is the type of person to hand-craft presents instead of buying them. He just feels it's far more personal that way.

Belos being the old fashioned man that he is, he writes them a heartfelt letter. As heartfelt as Belos can be of course. He would reminescence of their first date and the moment Belos realised he loved them.

Somehow the entire castle found out of their birthday, so the s/o can expect getting birthday wishes from most of the guards. Some (like Lilith, Kikimora and Hunter) even give them presents. Lilith and Kikimora just want to suck up to Belos of course, but Hunter's is more personal. After all, it's his uncle's lover.

As much as Belos denies it, he loves having matching things. So his beloved would get something for their birthday that matches something he owns. Perhaps it's a gadget he uses often, or a piece of clothing that he loves; he would get them something similar.

This day is the ONLY day he would allow them to wear his emperor outfit. Belos would watch them try to imitate him and would laugh along. After the day is over though, he makes sure to tell his s/o that they got their emperor-outfit-wearing priviledges revoked.

Obviously Belos knows everything on the Boiling Isles, which means that he knows all of the secret places that are just absolutely mesmerizing. He might just surprise his beloved with a trip to one of these places.

I believe at night, once the both of them are in bed, Belos would share some of his fond memories. That is probably the most sentimental his s/o had ever seen him. It's sort of a birthday present of sorts I suppose.

Now, if his lover REALLY wanted to have a big party, he might be convinced. He would use that to manipulate the Isles into believing that he is a kind man, but he would also just want to make his beloved happy. Belos is just a tiny bit twisted like that.

Absolutely the type of man who would ask for their s/o's hand in marriage on their birthday. I can just totally see that happen.

Elrond:

Oh Elrond, beautiful Elrond.

Now birthdays are a bit questionable for elves as well since... well, they are immortal. But, whenever Elrond and his beloved would celebrate their birthday, the elven Lord would make sure to make it unforgettable.

Elrond plans the whole day of course (if his s/o agrees into the planning).

First, they would wake up and receive breakfast in bed. Elrond would stay with them the whole time, smiling down at them as they eat. After that he takes them on a walk in the gardens where they would talk for hours.

If someone happens to "accidentally" play some music in the distance, Elrond would ask his lover on a dance. They would talk while doing so and laugh along when they accidentally trip and fall in the grass.

After the walk in the gardens, Elrond takes his s/o back to the main halls and leads them to a room that is decorated just for them. There awaits them Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen with smiles on their faces. All of them would give Elrond's beloved a gift while the Lord waits patiently.

Elrond's gift wouldn't be too grand but it would be meaningful. Most likely it is something he made with his own hands. Like if his beloved wears jewellery, he would make them something out of their preferred materials. Since courting is taken very seriously for elves, I believe they wouldn't commision anyone for a piece like that like humans would. The elves make important gifts themselves as it's more meaningful that way.

After a joyful lunch with music involved, Elrond brings his s/o outside to celebrate with the rest of Rivendell. It's a very carefree party where the elves play music and dance around with or without the s/o.

Once nighttime comes around, Elrond will get them away from the party and bring them to a clearing where they can watch the stars in peace. The stars are very important in an elf's life, so why not spend the last hours of their birthday looking at them.

Elrond would tell his beloved how much he loves them while in the comfort of the stars. He would also describe their relationship using great many metaphors.

At the end of their birthday, they walk back to the party and dance the night away.

Shadow Weaver:

We all know how Shadow Weaver loves gardening, right? Well, she would obviously put together a lovely bouqet for her s/o. It consits of their favorite flowers, or if they don't have any, flower in their favorite colors.

Shadow Weaver would wake her lover up by gently caressing their face and wishing them happy birthday once they open their eyes. After that she let's them eat breakfast before giving them the bouqet. It has a little note attached to it that is enchanted so it sparks little fireworks once it's opened.

Now, the sorceress is actually not that sure how to act in this situation because, let's be real, she did not partake in many relationships before. So her s/o will have to excuse if she's being a bit awkward.

She would get her beloved a cake, as suggested by Glimmer. It would be their favorite flavor and most likely would have frosting that is their favorite color.

Because Shadow Weaver is not very big on letting her feelings show, she wouldn't really give her s/o a speech about how much she loves them but she would try to write some of her feelings out in a form of a letter.

Once the s/o is ready, she will take them to her garden that is decorated just for them. It's more colorful than usual, but it still stays in the theme of the sorceress' taste.

Shadow Weaver would then lead them to a table that is decorated by candles. They would drink tea or something her beloved likes while talking. While outside, some residents of the castle would walk by to wish them happy birthday, especially Glimmer.

Once they're done with the little tea party, Shadow Weaver takes them out to a clearing in the Whispering Woods. There she reveals a picnic set up just for her s/o. While sitting and eating, Shadow Weaver finally gives them their present. It's something very personal.

The rest of the day consists of Shadow Weaver and her beloved watching the sunset and enjoying their picnic.

Thranduil:

Once again, the elves are a bit different about birthdays but Thranduil sure does throw a big party. Wine for the whole realm and dancing all night.

But before he gets to that, he makes sure that this day is the best day his s/o has ever had.

Thranduil wakes his beloved up by whispering to them and wishing them happy birthday. He let's them have breakfast in bed, while he eats beside them. After the breakfast he gives the plates to a servant while they stay in bed for some more quality time.

When they finally get up, Thranduil takes them on a stroll in the garden. They walk around, simply talking. Once they found a place where they could sit down, Thranduil gives them their first gift. It's a very personal gift that he made himself (much like Elrond).

While his s/o is looking at the gift, Thranduil whispers in their ear in elvish, explaining just how much he loves them. They stay there for some time before heading back to the palace.

Legolas would wish them happy birthday of course. If he likes them enough, he might make them a little carving of sorts and give it to them.

Thranduil showers his beloved in other types of presents as well. If they like wearing jewellery, he would get them something that matches his. Perhaps his s/o would like another sword? Something that fits them perfectly but also just so happens that matches Thranduil's weapon?

Once Thranduil and his lover had finished with the gift giving, he takes them to the dining room where an exquisite lunch/dinner is prepared for them. Some elves are playing music while they eat.

When they finish, they go to celebrate with the rest of the realm. Thranduil opens up the wine barrels for everyone to drink and all of the elves dance around while singing songs.

The Elvenking obviously would ask to dance with his s/o while most likely already drunk. His partner can also expect to hear a speech from him that is adressed to the entire realm. He talkes about how important his beloved is and expects everyone to respect them as such.

If his lover is more anxious, then he swoops them away from the party to dance alone in a more secluded area. After all, he only wants them to feel great on their birthday.

The day most likely ends with the drunk couple entering their chambers and laughing as they fall on their bed. Alternatively, if his lover isn't one to drink, Thranduil still gets pretty drunk and his s/o can deal with a far more affectionate King.

[volterran-wine]

Three's a Crowd || Felix & Demetri

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx : "Omg your requests are open!!! :D I am a huge fan of your Felix and Demetri (Felix is husband material and i love him so much) so i was wondering if i could get something about Felix ' romantic S/O and their platonic relationship with Demetri. I have a lot in common with Dem (anxious fashionable bibliophile) and i wanted to know how would Demetri's relationship with Felix ' mate would be. (Be my brother Demetri please)

Thank you! ❤️🦇"

Good evening dear, I am terribly sorry for getting to this request late—but I sincerely hope I have made up for the wait with this answer to your request. Demetri and Felix are my dear little duo, so I will always adore writing for them.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

—  𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈 & 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

The thing with Demetri is that, while he avoids a mate of his own like the plague; he will wingman for Felix until he meets his final death. There is no other vampire (besides perhaps Caius) who wishes for Felix to have a mate more. There is no one more deserving in his eyes.

So, the initial stages of Felix finding his mate will be rather blissful. Both Demetri and Heidi will probably shed a venomous tear or two as they watch Felix with his potential mate. The tracker will claim it was a speck of dust later, or a cat hair from Elizabeth that caused the reaction.

That being said, Demetri will never just roll over and allow a potential mate to have Felix. He will demand to get to know them at the same time as Felix is, throwing in his own questions and inquiries while his best friend falls deeper in love with his mate.

“When and where were you born?” “Have you ever met The Romanians?” “What diet do you adhere to?” “Have you felt the mate pull before?” “Why are you interested in Felix?” “Why have you—” You all understand the picture.

Within my writing these two are already platonic mates, the two of them will stick together until death tears them apart regardless if either of them finds mates. If Demetri finds something wrong with them Felix will take the concerns seriously as long as they are valid.

Having the same or similar interests as Demetri will be a boon however, it will be a great way to get in the trackers good graces while Felix is planning the mate ceremony behind his best friends back. If the mate in question happens to be interested in Austen Demetri would most likely warm up even quicker.

While they bond Felix will stand back and count every blessing he has ever had, because he cannot quite fathom he has done enough in either of his life to deserve a best friend like Demetri and as lovely of a person as his mate is.

Once trust has been built, the mate in question will just have to accept that Demetri with all his quirks and flaws will be their close friend as well. The two of them is a package deal, and neither will part from the other.

Demetri will be an overbearing mother in law and the best brother in law at the same time.

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Hello. Can you write yandere Volturi (twilight) ?

Ofc anon!

Yandere volturi x reader (forever)

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they had found you injured in the streets of Volterra. they took you in and turned you, you had thought it was just them being kind. that they were the ones who saved your life and were teaching you about this new world. people who had good intentions. but you were wrong, the first few weeks were good, they let you stay in a fancy room with as many books as you could read, and they taught you to feed, to use your abilities. everything was great until you discovered you had a gift. after that, any plans of letting you explore the world were gone. originally they planned to keep you as part of their guard, hold everything they've done for you as guilt to keep you from leaving. but as the weeks went on they all began to love you. your smile. your laugh. you. it was the definition of obsession. One night you were sneaking out of the castle through a secret way in the back, and you felt bad for leaving but you grew scared of their obsession with you. "where are you going my dear?" aro asks seemingly appearing from behind, "oh i was just getting some fresh air" you lie. "this late? and alone? you know that you're not allowed to go out without a guard" Cauis states sternly. "I'm a vampire like you, I don't need constant protection." you reason "but you are not like us. You are special," Marcus said "You all have gifts, most of the guard does too." you say "Oh but it's not your gift that makes you special my dear. it's you" Aro said. then, Felix and Demetri speed from behind and grab your arms. "take her to her room. and keep her there this time" Caius orders. "what?! no, let me go!" you say struggling in their arms. "its no use my love" "it is useless trying to escape" "your ours, forever" was what you heard from the three kings as you were forced back inside the castle.

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[zapreportsblog]

Request for female reader poly volturi.

Im sorry if this is long but the idea popped into my head and I just need to get it out.

She’s the mate of the three kings. She’s becomes a target from another coven that wants to take down the volturi. They managed to kidnap her and all hell breaks loose the volturi immediately act. She’s held prisoner in the covens hideout but she make an uno reverse on them because she’s has the ability to create and control fire she’s had this ability all her life but kept it. A secret from everyone is hard to control for her and her ability is triggered by emotion. She sorta let the coven take her so she could flambéed them and help her mates in the process even thoguht she’s human and was terrified there was no way she was going to let them use her to take down her lovers.😤 so the place was held prisoner explodes and when the volturi get there the captures are on fire and running for their live only to be finished off by pissed off volturi kings.

Needless to say they are shook when they see the place in flames and her just walking out blue like flame surroingg her like halo and your hung the assholes who tried it. Her mates : reactions:👁️👄👁️

The guard:👁️👄👁️

So the kidnappers are taken care of (killed and finished off since they where already burning)

After they all go back home she has some explaining to do. She’s explains how she always had this ability but was scared of telling them because it’s hard for her to control and it sorta drains her energy which is why she sorta fainted afte setting everything on fire but she did it for them and because she was pissed off. She also didn’t know if she would hurt them but she found out that her powers are also controlled by her Will so if she want to harm her powers would do that of not they don’t. She shows them this by by touching them with her hands having flames but it’s not hurting them which makes her happy because she thought that would be impossible for her to have physical contact with them( hug ,kiss etc) turns out she can do that without worrying.

Hugs and kisses they are just happy she’s safe and proud of her 😊 relieved that their mate is ok but not gonna lie they where so scared of losing her 🥹 some ptsd might have happened poor Marcus would have been sweating if he was human . Shook all of them where after these events.

Sorry if this is long btw😂😅

Not a problem at all, i believe it’s you who’s sending in these long requests but I don’t mind, you’re being detailed which is great :)

↳ target on my back ↲

➘ summary : You should know better than to mess with what belongs to the volturi

➘ aro x reader x caius x marcus, volturi kings x reader, twilight x reader

The ancient halls of the Volturi castle echoed with the weight of history as (y/n) moved gracefully through its grand corridors. She was no ordinary vampire; she was the mate of the three Volturi kings: Aro, Caius, and Marcus. Her beauty was as captivating as her power, and her presence commanded respect from those within the castle's walls.

Today, (y/n) was perusing the extensive library, her fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound volumes. As she immersed herself in the knowledge within, a sense of tranquility settled over her. The bond between her and the Volturi kings was unbreakable, forged through centuries of loyalty and devotion.

However, that very bond also made her a target.

Rumors had been swirling about a rival coven, the Romans, who harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Volturi. They sought to take down the Volturi and establish their dominion over the vampire world. (y/n)'s unique position as the mate of the kings made her a valuable pawn in their dangerous game.

As the sun set and twilight painted the sky, (y/n) felt the presence of the Volturi kings drawing near. Aro, with his piercing crimson eyes and enigmatic smile, approached first.

"(y/n), my dear, I trust the library has provided you with some solace?" Aro's voice held a melodic quality as he spoke.

She smiled, her gaze meeting his. "Indeed, Aro. The knowledge contained within these walls is a treasure."

Caius, with his regal bearing and cold demeanor, joined them. "The Romans have grown bolder, (y/n). We must remain vigilant."

"Agreed," Marcus added, his gaze distant and mournful. "They will stop at nothing to tear down what we have built."

Aro's fingers lightly brushed (y/n)'s arm, his gaze intense. "They are aware of your significance to us, (y/n). You must take extra precautions."

(y/n) nodded, her expression determined. "I understand. I won't underestimate the danger they pose."

Days turned into nights, and (y/n) continued to live under the watchful eyes of the Volturi. She trained rigorously, honing her already formidable abilities to new heights. She knew that the Romans would strike when they perceived weakness, and she was determined not to give them that opportunity.

As she patrolled the castle walls one night, a chilling breeze swept through the air, sending a shiver down her spine. Her instincts kicked in, and she turned to face a group of menacing figures emerging from the shadows.

It was the Romans.

Their leader, a tall and imposing figure, stepped forward. "Ah, (y/n), it seems you've been well-protected by the Volturi."

(y/n) stood her ground, her voice unwavering. "I won't be swayed by your threats."

The Roman leader chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You underestimate our resolve, (y/n). Your connection to the Volturi is your weakness, and it will be your downfall."

The chilling night air hung heavy with tension as the Volturi gathered in the grand hall of their castle. News had reached them that (y/n), their mate and a crucial member of their coven, had been kidnapped by the Romans. The three kings exchanged grim looks, their expressions mirroring their shared concern.

"We must act swiftly," Aro declared, his voice carrying an edge of urgency. "The Romans have shown their hand, and they will not hesitate to use (y/n) against us."

Caius's eyes glittered with fury. "We will crush them and retrieve our mate."

Marcus, usually reserved, nodded in agreement. "We cannot afford to wait. Let us strike immediately."

As dawn approached, the Volturi assembled their forces and prepared to confront the Romans. Their resolve was unwavering, and the power they wielded was unlike any other in the vampire world.

Meanwhile, (y/n) found herself in a dimly lit chamber, the cold stone walls a stark reminder of her captivity. The Romans had used her own power against her, exploiting her vulnerability to fire by rendering her unconscious. As she slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings came into focus, and her heart raced with a mixture of anger and determination.

It was time to turn the tables.

Summoning her latent power, (y/n) focused her energy, creating a small flame in the palm of her hand. As the fire danced, she concentrated on her surroundings, igniting the edges of the ropes that bound her. The flames spread quickly, and within moments, the ropes were reduced to ashes.

With her hands free, (y/n) stood, her eyes blazing with intensity. She extended her power, flames licking across the walls of her prison. Panic spread through the Roman vampires as they realized the danger they were in. The fire roared to life, illuminating the chamber with an eerie glow.

"(y/n)!" the Roman leader shouted, his voice laced with desperation. "Stop this madness!"

She fixed him with a steely gaze. "You underestimated me. You may have taken me captive, but that’s only because I wanted you to. You may think you can control me, and those around me but I know one thing you can’t control.”

“And that is my power."

As the flames continued to rage, (y/n) moved with confidence, using her fire manipulation to keep the Romans at bay. She fought with a fierce determination, knowing that her ability was her greatest weapon.

Outside, the Volturi arrived at the Roman hideout, their presence like a storm descending upon the coven. The clash of powers and the chaos of battle echoed through the night as the two powerful factions collided.

Inside the chamber, (y/n) felt the familiar energy of the Volturi's arrival. She channeled her fire, creating a pathway through the walls. As the flames surged, she burst through the stone, emerging from the chamber in a blaze of fire and fury.

The Volturi fought with unmatched strength, their combined power a force to be reckoned with. Aro's crimson eyes blazed, Caius's wrath was unleashed, and Marcus's mournful gaze carried a weight of centuries.

Seeing their mate free and fighting alongside them only fueled their determination. The battle raged on, and (y/n) unleashed her fire against the Romans, their defenses crumbling in the face of her power.

In the midst of the chaos, (y/n) stood alongside the Volturi kings, her flames casting an ethereal light. The Romans were defeated, their plot shattered, and the Volturi's legacy remained intact.

And all remaining members were finished off by the kings themselves.

As the last embers of the battle flickered and faded, the Volturi kings and (y/n) stood amidst the aftermath of their victory. The scent of smoke lingered in the air, and the remnants of the Roman coven lay defeated around them. The bond that held the Volturi family together was stronger than ever.

Aro, his eyes alight with curiosity, approached (y/n) as she emerged from the dissipating flames. He regarded her with a mixture of intrigue and wonder. "My dear, I couldn't help but notice the way the flames danced around you. It was as if you were surrounded by a halo of fire."

Caius nodded in agreement, his stern expression giving way to genuine interest. "Indeed, your power over fire is remarkable."

(y/n) met their gazes, her own filled with a mix of emotions. She took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "I've always had these abilities, even before I became a vampire."

Marcus's voice, usually soft-spoken, held a touch of surprise. "You've had this power all along?"

She nodded, her gaze steady. "Yes, I've been able to create and control fire since I was a child. But I never saw fit to tell anyone. I didn't want my abilities to overshadow my role as your mate."

Aro's smile was genuine, his eyes reflecting a newfound appreciation. "My dear, you needn't have hidden such a remarkable gift. Your power is a testament to your strength and uniqueness."

Caius's lips curved into a rare smile, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness. "You've kept quite the secret, (y/n)."

She smiled back, her heart warming at their reactions. "I wanted to prove my worth through loyalty and action, rather than relying solely on my abilities."

Marcus's gaze held a sense of understanding. "And prove yourself you have."

As the realization sank in, (y/n) felt a weight lift from her shoulders. The Volturi kings accepted her not just for her bond to them, but for who she truly was. Her power was a part of her identity, and it was something she no longer needed to hide.

Aro's voice held a note of excitement. "Your power over fire will only enhance our family's strength. With your abilities, we are an unstoppable force."

Caius nodded, his tone resolute. "We will face any challenges that come our way, together."

Standing amidst the remnants of the battle, the Volturi kings and (y/n) looked to the horizon, their unity unbreakable. The flames that had once been her secret were now a symbol of her strength, their glow illuminating the path forward. As the night gave way to a new day, the legacy of the Volturi burned brighter than ever before.

As the Volturi kings and (y/n) discussed her newfound revelation of fire manipulation, the guards stood in the background, their expressions a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Among them, Felix couldn't hold back his incredulous thoughts any longer.

His deep voice cut through the moment, and he spoke with a mixture of sarcasm and mock concern. "So, no one's going to talk about the fact that her powers are literal fire? Vampires fear fire, and she can literally burn us to dust and ash if she so feels like it."

A brief, awkward silence fell upon the group. Aro, Caius, and Marcus exchanged glances, their expressions a blend of amusement and understanding. (y/n) looked at them, her lips twitching as she fought to suppress a smile.

Aro finally spoke, his tone light yet carrying an air of assurance. "Felix, my dear guard, you bring up a valid point. However, I believe we can all trust (y/n)'s discretion in how she wields her power."

Caius's dry humor made an appearance as he added, "Indeed, I would prefer not to be turned to ash, should I accidentally upset her."

Marcus's gaze held a hint of mischief. "I suppose that's a mutual sentiment."

Felix blinked, caught off guard by the lack of surprise or panic in their responses. "Oh. Okay, then. I see how it is."

(y/n) couldn't help but chuckle at Felix's reaction. She stepped forward, her tone light. "Don't worry, Felix. I promise not to burn you to ash."

Felix raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "Appreciate that, (y/n). It's good to know our safety is a priority."

As the tension eased and laughter echoed through the hall, the Volturi guards and the kings shared a moment of camaraderie. (y/n)'s newfound ability had brought an unexpected twist to their dynamic, but they embraced it with the same unity that defined their coven.

Amidst the laughter and shared understanding, (y/n) felt a sense of belonging stronger than ever. Her fire was no longer a secret, but a source of strength that bound her even closer to the Volturi family. As the night gave way to the dawn, they stood together, ready to face whatever challenges the future might hold, fire and all.

[gulnarsultan]

I'd love to request how the Volturi Kings would handle this situation:

A young woman enters the castle doors in the middle of the night. She has bruises on her skin and a small child fast asleep in her arms. Moments after she shuts the door there's a man yelling for her outside. She hides in a dark corner hoping to stay hidden. The man is quite obviously drunk but keeps yelling anyway. The woman is their(or either Aro or Marcus') mate. The child is her own and when the child awakes and meets the Volturi he or she would be incredibly drawn to Marcus saying "Him sad" the moment they meet.

Please and thank you!!

It's a beautiful scenario. The reader is the soul mate of Aro and Marcus. I hope you will like it.

The full moon illuminated the dark streets. The sky was clear as if to show that it wanted to help you escape, there was not a cloud in the air and the moonlight was guiding you. You press the baby in your arms tightly to your chest. You had decided that it was impossible to live with your husband now. You left home to start a new life with your baby. You actually entered this castle to hide. After your husband left, you would go to the police and ask for help. You sit on the floor and lean your head against the wall. You realize that someone is standing in front of you. When you raise your head, you encounter three men and a few young people. You hiss in pain as the tallest of the three men kneels and cupped your face. Because he had unknowingly touched one of the wounds on his face.

"Who did this to you?"

"My husband. I actually took refuge here to hide from him. Don't worry, I'll go. The police will help."

"You can't go, honey."

"From where ?"

"You're our soul mate. Don't worry, your stupid husband will be taken care of."

They take you to a luxurious bedroom. They introduce themselves one by one. They give information about the vampire world. At first you shy away from them and consider leaving. But Marcus' sad mood makes your soul ache. You put your hand on your face when he sits next to you on the bed.

"You're like a samurai who lost his katana. I wish I could make you happy by bringing your katana back to you."

Marcus smiles for the first time in centuries and rests his head on his shoulder. Aro feels a little jealous and purrs.

"Sorry to forget you. Join us, please."

Aro sits on your other side and rests his head on your shoulder. Meanwhile, your ex-husband is killed after being tortured by Caius and the guards. They take great care of your wounds. They promise over and over that they will never hurt you and will protect you from everything.

[bookofmac]

okay okay okay, thinking thoughts

So I find the concept of Names really interesting in Camlann, reading into the extracanonical stuff put on the tumblr is giving me food for theory crafting. The Catacylsm seems to be some kind of return of magic to the world (possibly heralded by the return of The King of the Britons in their hour of need?) and thus people with significant Names have access to something because of it. they fall into the stories of their namesakes; Perry, Gwaine, and Kay are Knights, Morgan is Morgana Le Fay, and we now have a Gwen in Shújūn.

Based on Kay's dicussion with Perry if more people can fill in the roles of their stories to more 'to plan' the stories will go, Of course this is not good news if you know the general end point of Arthurian legend (Betrayal, muderer, war, most everyone dead, the 'Glory' of camelot gone). It's inherently kind of a doomsday cult if you stay in those stories, you know where parts of this are going (i'll get back to this)

it also seems like there may be some, for lack of a better term, kin drama going on. There are 900 members of the court and Kay mentions that Peredur is a really uncommon name outside of Wales, meaning there are certain knights who are more common, i assume Lancelot's, Kay's, maybe a few Talisin's, a bunch of Gareth's, and like 50 Elaines like in the legends lol

We also dont have the context for how Names work full yet and neither do our characters. I think theres a lot of answers to be had with Shújūn/Gwen with how it works, how you know other than the buzzing in you're head and desire go through the motions and Follow the Story

Now, where does Dai fit in all this?

Dai doesn't have a Name, and I think theres going to be a point where he changes his name in a major way, but not to a Name, but a Bardic name. In welsh poetic and story telling tradtions Welsh poets, THE OG Bards, will take on pseudonyms tell their stories. This practice stems from the medievil era, but goes forth to today, and many modern Welsh and welsh heritage poets have connections to this tradition (Dylan Thomas' middle name was his great uncles bardic name, Sarah Williams published her work under the name Sadie), I believe it's also a requirement to have one if you intend to perform in the major Eisteddfod, (I am Australian so my experiance of Eisteddfods here is very different so if i'm wrong on that let me know)

Why would he do this? I think Dai is going to, at least try, to write him and his friends a way out.

Much ink is spilt over how Arthurian legend doesnt have an 'orginal text', and as such there are lots of stories that are inherently contradictory; Bedwyr is the best knight, but so are Gwaine, Lancelot, and Galahad. Mordred is some random king until his Arthur's son. Arthur has a sister, no he has two, actually he has three and one of them is an Elaine. This could be used to explain any doubles (are you my Gwaine), as well as why we see a few different spelling varients which are, the very welsh Peredur as opposed to Percival or Parzifal, the anglisised and more boarish Kay as opposed to Cei or Caius (this last one might just to keep Dai and Kay distinct tho). These variations are no more or less 'canon' than any other telling of the story, and so often the writer of a given telling of Arthurian legend is going to have their own bias. But things dont HAVE to end the way they always do, and sometime you need to have someone outside the story you're caught in to tell you a new one.

You are not locked into that ever looming cloud of Thomas Mallory and Le Morte d'Arthur.

Other evidence I have for this is that Dai sings at the begining of each episode, and sings in welsh at that. He also is, to a point our narrator, existing both in and out of the current narative. Also his name is an a lyric of Sosban Fach (a song i would be surprised if it wasn't in the show at some point) 'Dai bach y sowldiwr' which is also not from the text the song was based on. Tangential yes, but i think it's worth thinking about.

I think there is also something to be said about choice in what your name is and how it feeds into the overall theme of identiy, and how that plays into other themes at play in the story, like Transness, Imperialism, and Predestination

TL:DR; While he doesnt have a Name, Dai's gonna give himself an epic bard name and save them all by writing a killer hook to get them out of the story

[quailxcrossing]

who sleeps with the most blankets? who sleeps with the least? anyone who needs a whole stack of pillows in just the right spot to make them comfortable?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION SO MUCH i had to save this one bc its just. like. i love my characters sleeping so much i dont know why im just completely, genuinely enthralled with picturing them sleeping, it is how i get myself to sleep like every single night

it was so hard to pick just one guy for such category, so ill take the opportunity to talk about a few guys! okay i made a new rule i can only talk about 3 guys per category i'm yapping too much

SLEEPS WITH TONS OF BLANKIES KINDA GUYS-

- Caius! Caius gets cold extremely easily, even in summer nights, so they always have a nice big comforter and lots of throw blankets. PILLOWS TOO. He likes to have something on every side of him, be it a pillow or a boyfriend. Wrap them up

- Cian! She sleeps wrapped up in a weighted blanket every night, and then Turrie snuggles around that. She needs to be smushed. Turrie sorta falls into the sleeping with minimal blankets, as she often doesn't have a blanket, only a sheet. and she likes that! it feels good to keep her wings very outstretched in the night, and they can keep her warm in the winter.

- Louin! His bed is covered in big thick quilts which provides a great hiding place for him and/or his plushie collection if anyone walks in. He also likes to find blankets large enough to cover him during his shifts, but he won't tell anyone thats why he's buying them. Dude just wants to be snuggled and hidden when he's a big doggie

SLEEPS WITH MINIMAL BLANKIES -

- Ruse! Well, I suppose the better way to say it is that Ruse CAN sleep with minimal blankets. Even in freezing weather, she can get herself to sleep! She can sleep most anywhere really...she is first to volunteer for the floor when visiting others, and her friends gotta beg her to take the couch. She's a bit confused about it, she doesn't NEED anything, so why is everyone so concerned...she is very used to sleeping on the road when she was a knight, as well as any sleeping accommodations she received being stolen from her as she was very non-confrontational and an outsider of her troop who everyone just walked all over. It was very easy to take things from her; she didn't really feel like she owned anything, anyway. SO learning to sleep with nothing became a necessity. That's not to say she doesn't love blankets....she is quietly very grateful for what she has at Cradle's complex, although she would be prepared to forfeit it at a moment's notice.

- Goat! Goat sleeps warm and restless, his blankets always end up tossed across the room by morning. Sometimes, I mean that very literally- he wakes up from a light frustrating sleep and mindlessly tosses his blanket off to cool down or because its texture is bothering him (even if he loves the texture by the morning) and then zonks back out. What he NEEDS is pressure...and a fan

- Winnie! Winnie likes to sleep above the blankets, despite Cheriko's urging. Winnie feels trapped under blankets, which is also why she likes to sleep on top when Cheri is shifted. She's also really fluffy, so probably gets a bit too hot too. What she neeeeds is to sleep snuggly with her girl but also not feel too trapped by fabric

NEEDS THAT REALLY SPECIFIC SLEEPING CONDITION - (putting this in the category of who needs a whole stack of pillows)

- Maiceo! pillow guy <3 with all the growing pains of having their insides sloshed around and giant ram horns splitting out of their skull, they took to propping themselves up with lotttsss of pillows to get comfortable. typa guy who kept grouching around asking people if they had extra pillows because Hierophants aren't supposed to buy things they "want" (only need). Also a particularly semisoft one can be perfect for spooning, and they're just fucking miserable...

- Auï!! he's not so much of a blankets guy as he is a pillow guy. He loves his NEST!!!! he will get soooo comfy cozy with a pillow on every side of him. what will he do!! snuggle one on his side? lay flat on his back with one on his chest? lay on his stomach and cling the one beneath him? oh his possibilities these days are endless. Goat loves getting lost in his pile of pillows, if he's still enough you cannot see him at all

- Runo! okay he's a little special. He also is in the big-fluffy-blankets category, but his biggest sleeping tell is he needs pressure like Cian, but a LOT. He needs his wife using him as a bed, basically. He didn't always need this, but unfortunately, he can't sleep without her now...when Peony had a broken ankle and couldn't sleep on him, Runo didn't sleep. When the babies were born and it was her turn to check on someone in the night, he'd just lay there unable to get back to bed. he used to be normal....then he got married to me, it looks SO uncomfortable to have a person directly on top of you as you lay on your back, but to him, its instantly zzzzzzz's

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Midnight Roses (3)

This fic contains canon-typical violence and behaviours, manipulation, mentions of death, murder, orphans, pain, blood, blood drinking, torture, memory manipulation, prison, and criminals.

Italian Translations:

amore mio - my love

Anche tu mi sei mancato - I missed you too.

Chapter 3

Once the Cullens and Bella had left the throne room, escorted by a very displeased Jane, Alec and Sulpicia, Caius and Athenadora swept from the throne room in step with each other.  Aro took one look around the room, sighed, shook his head and then he too left.

Marcus was clearly at the end of his patience and so, using his grip on your hand, he lifted you over the arm of his throne that was in between the both of you in one fluid movement and onto his lap.

“I missed you, amore mio,” he purred into your ear.

You snuggled into your mate’s embrace “Anche tu mi sei mancato”  You replied in a soft tone.

“Did the Romanians give you any trouble?” He rumbled.

You peered up at him, “If they didn’t give me any trouble, they wouldn’t be the Romanians that we knew.”

Marcus let out a dissatisfied growl at the fact that the Romanians’ stubbornness had kept the two of you apart for longer than necessary.  He rose from his throne and instead of letting out a yelp at the sudden movement like you had earlier in your relationship, you wove your arms around his shoulders and rested your head against his broad chest.

It didn’t take the two of you long to reach your shared quarters and Marcus placed you carefully on the bed and took off your shoes before laying down himself.  You immediately curled into his embrace and he cupped the back of your neck to keep you in place.

Without any prompting, you answered his unasked question, “I think Bella has been provided a biased view of our history.”

Marcus’ hand dropped and he massaged your shoulder gently, “You aim to correct this.”  He stated.

“You can’t make a decision if half the information is missing.”  You yawned as the battles, travels and meeting in the throne room caught up to you.

“You can,” Marcus disagreed.  “But it won’t be a well-reasoned one.”

You yawned again.

“Rest my beloved.  You are home.”

The next morning you woke up still cocooned in Marcus’ embrace.

After reluctantly extracting yourself from your mate’s presence hours later, you found Bella standing in the portrait corridor.  She was facing away from you and staring at the numerous paintings that adorned the walls.

“Art has a way of making the darkest parts of our history glow with a secretive light.”

Bella spun around to face you, “Edward said that I shouldn’t be alone with you.”

“There’s that phrase again: Edward said.”  The last two words were oozing with venom as you gazed at the teen.

You felt a rush of air and then Rosalie appeared at your side.  “There.  Now you’re not alone with her.  Problem solved.”  

Bella shook her head with a faint sneer and turned to face the paintings again.  Rosalie glared at her before switching her gaze to the paintings.

“Did Great King Marcus paint these?”  She asked in awe.

Some of your anger vanished at her amazement, “My mate has a passion for art, especially painting.”

Rosalie’s gaze moved to the next painting on the wall, “Why did he paint a portrait of so many immortal children?”

You saw Bella’s head turn slightly in your direction, “It was his way of remembering the children when they were innocent and mortal.”

Still facing away from you, Bella spoke.  “What are immortal children and why did Marcus feel the need to honour them?”

“Immortal children are children who were transformed into vampires.  Like all other vampires, they are frozen in time but there is one crucial differences.  Immortal children cannot develop mentally.  Children can be infuriatingly stubborn, especially toddlers which was what the majority of the immortal children were.  You cannot reason with a toddler when they are in the middle of a tantrum.  Now, imagine that that toddler had vampiric abilities as well.  Every thought, every impulse would become an action.”

“Why were they turned to begin with?”

“Their creators wanted to preserve them in time due to factors such as war, famine, disease, poverty.  The list is endless.  Part of the problem with immortal children was that their sire would become obsessed with their existence.  That extended to other vampires as well.  To know them was to love them.”

“The portrait of the immortal children I understand but why is there a portrait of the Romanians and Strigoi on the wall?”  Rosalie questioned.

“To ensure that we never forget how damaging and unexpected alliances can be.”

“Who are the Strigoi?”

You frowned at Bella’s back, “What has Edward taught you about this world?”

Bella chose not to answer so Rosalie did, “Very little.  It appears that Edward,” she sniffed disdainfully and a memory flashed in front of your eyes of Hera doing the exact same thing, “taught her only what he thought she needed to know when he thought she needed to know it.”

“He told me all about the Volturi!”  Bella shot back.

“Did he really?” Rosalie argued, “Or did he only tell you about the most important vampires in the Volturi coven?  I know my brother much better than you do.”

“There were three main types of vampires in the world.”  You spoke over the two of them, hoping that your words would prevent the brewing argument and they did.  “The Empousai who were the servants of Hecate and some believe inspired the legend of the vampires to begin with, the Strigoi who were the deadliest and most feared of all vampires and the vampires you know today are the only ones who survived.”  You explained.

“The Cold Ones.”

You inclined your head, “That is one of the names for them.  Years ago, when the Romanian coven ruled the vampiric world, they joined forces with the Strigoi and for a time, they were the deadliest combination of vampires.  However this alliance had an unintended side effect.  Due to their power and their egos, the Romanians became reckless and arrogant.”  Bella pivoted and gazed directly at you, completely enthralled in your recount of the past.

“They began to hunt in the day and draw attention and so, as the legends of the Romanians grew, the power of the Strigoi faded because the Strigoi depended on their reputations and the humans fear of them to survive.  At this time, the Volturi were growing stronger.  They decimated the Romanian coven and destroyed the Strigoi.  When the Romanian coven fell, leaving only two members alive, the Volturi became the rulers of the vampiric world.”

“The last time that Edward, Alice, and I were here, Caius said that the Volturi don’t give second chances.  If that’s true, why did he, Aro and Marcus let the Romanians live?”

“Because they weren’t living Bella.  The Romanians were forced to spend the rest of their immortal existence in their castle with only the memories of their glory and power to keep them company knowing that the power they once enjoyed was now lost to them.”

“You used the past tense when talking about the Romanians just then” Bella observed shrewdly, “Did the Romanians have something to do with the fact that you returned to Volterra after Alabaster?”

“They did.”  You admitted with a small grin at Bella’s perceptiveness.  “We received a report that the Romanians were marshalling their remaining strength for an attack on Volterra.”  You omitted the fact that the report had come from Alabaster after he had a dream about the chaos that would ensue if the Romanians were successful with their plan.

“Aro dispatched Alabaster and I that same day to deal with the Romanians.”

“What were they planning to do?”

“They were planning to revive an army of Strigoi and challenge the Volturi for the crown.  Because they would have been the ones to raise the Strigoi, the Strigoi would have been completely loyal to them unlike the Strigoi that the Romanians allied themselves with in the past.”

“You and Alabaster obliterated the Romanian coven, didn’t you?”  Rosalie inquired.

“By the time we arrived, some of the Strigoi were raising their hands out of the dirt outside the Romanian castle.  When the Romanians were destroyed, the spell reviving the Strigoi was broken and the Strigoi lost their tether to this world.  They were sucked back into the earth and imprisoned there as their consciousness faded and they crumbled into dust.”

As soon as you finished speaking, you realised that you might have been a bit too matter of fact in your explanation because Bella was now gazing at you with a look of disgust on her face.

“I almost believed that you and the Volturi were different but what you just said proved that Edward was right.  The Volturi are monsters.  I don’t know how I thought they could be anything more especially after Heidi led that tour group into the throne room to their deaths.”

Rosalie stepped forward angrily, “You are a guest in Volterra, Bella.  Act like it.”

“Don’t you think that it would draw too much attention if several official tour groups were to go missing while they were in Volterra, Bella?”  You demanded at the same time.  “The Volturi would be breaking their only law to feed and while the Volturi have been called many things that are historically true, only the ignorant call them hypocrites.”

“You’re a liar!  You’re exactly like them!”

“Did you know that Volterra and her neighbouring regions have the lowest rate of crime in all of Italy?” You asked conversationally.  You knew that the vampires in the castle and Alabaster would be able to hear what was going on but you also knew that they had enough faith in you to diffuse the situation.  That being said, you were certain that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you when you saw two blonds and one brunet zip past the three of you.

“What has that got to do with anything?”  Bella cried.

“Those ‘tour groups’ are dangerous criminals.  Heidi, Jane, and Alec visit the prisons, find the most dangerous criminals, and take them out for a day tour.  The heads of the prisons are all vampires and they are loyal to the Volturi.  The criminals are dressed in expensive clothes, taken for a luxurious tour of Volterra before they are ushered into the castle.”

“No.”  Bella refused, “We saw children.”

“Alec and Jane escort the children into a side room and Alec uses his gift to keep them calm and dull their senses.  The children are not blamed for their parents or caregivers actions.  After the Volturi have fed, we have some vampires who use their gifts so that the children forget what they’ve seen, heard, smelled, or felt and Jane finds the children new homes after extensively researching prospective parents.”

Bella’s expression cleared and she looked thoughtful, “But what if someone was wrongfully incarcerated?  Is there a chance that they would they end up in the group?”

Now it was your turn to shake your head, “That’s why we have vampires running the prisons.  They examine the evidence and if someone is truly innocent of the crime that they’ve been convicted of the evidence that demonstrates their innocence is presented to the courts and the innocent is freed.  And yes, as a precaution, a vampire will examine their mind to ensure that there is no chance of the innocent being aware of the hidden supernatural world.”

Bella’s stomach grumbled and a rosy tint appeared on her cheeks.  With a quiet, embarrassed goodbye, she walked out of the corridor leaving you alone with Rosalie.

“You handled that much better than I would have.”  The blonde remarked.

“After a lifetime of people making assumptions about you, you learn how to react to it.”  You replied, “What were you doing before you came to the corridor?”

“Watching my mate spar with Felix.  It wasn’t an uneven fight; Emmett was holding his own against Felix.”  Rosalie answered proudly.

“Felix would enjoy the challenge of fighting someone who matched his strength.”  You hummed.

[bella-goths-wife]

Why cullen reader got her gift

In your human life, your uncle had been a traveler and collector of animals

From domesticated animals to exotic birds he had owned them

And as his only niece, you received many pets for your birthday

Even at a few months old animals acted strange around you

Birds would gather outside your closed window where your crib faced and your uncles pet dog would lay near your crib and growl at anyone it perceived as a threat

This pattern grew more when you had grown older

Your father once took you with your brothers to witness him hunt deer in the local forest

You were extremely distressed at seeing the deer in a panic and when it was shot down you screamed bloody murder as if you had taken the bullet yourself

Your gift only increased after your sickness with Scarlett fever almost became fatal

Carlisle would observe you from afar as you wandered the woods and one day he watched as you approached a wild wolf only to pat its head and send it on its way

This sealed your fate in Carlisle’s mind as he saw it as another sign that you must be turned

When you were turned and locked away, your gift was one of the only things that brought you comfort as you would bring the birds to your window to sing you songs to ease your sadness

When you were turned you gained the ability to control and communicate with animals

The negatives to that was you formed a connection with these animals so if they were put under distress or injured while under your control, you would feel it’s pain and fear

You quickly found this out when your family forced you to force a deer to approach them so they could feed, once they sank their teeth in you felt it as if it was your own neck

You preferred not to use your power to hunt animals as you didn’t want them to to experience pain or distress

Carlisle would take this as a possibly punishment for you so if you committed a grave error in judgement, he would make you take control of a small animal and would then kill it

You were given this power because your soul intertwined with the spirits of animals as if fate knew before you that you would be treated like a pet too

With this power your face slightly adapted to give your eyes a more wide, doe like look which always made you look even younger

You slightly disliked your power because you saw it as you robbing the animals of freedom, something you always craved

The Volturi had a great interest in your power, not for battle but for their entertainment

Jane and Marcus liked the songs of the birds you would bring to their windows

Aro and Caius liked to see you control giant beasts of animals and talk to them as if they were simple house pets

Alec enjoyed seeing your kindness and care towards the animals, it was rare for him to enjoy anyones kindness but your gentle nature made you an exception to him

Felix and Dimitri loved to have you help them mess with each other by using the animals to prank each other

Caius and Alec would love to see you use your power in battle but the others forbid them

You didn’t know it at the time, but your power would one day aid your escape and the start of your new life

Hope you enjoyed, my requests for cullen reader are open so feel free to ask anything

Love ya ❤️

[the-dawn-star]

Hello darling.

I was listening to kingdom dance (movie tangled.) And it's where rapunzel drags Flinn for a dance in the middle of the town and people join and it's fun.

I wanted to request a poly!volturi kings x reader where she drags marcus into the middle of the plazza (where the fountain is in the movie) and starts dancing like royals and people just think reader is so beautiful that they join. And aro and caius are just in shock

A/N: Hi, I kind of changed the idea a bit less fantastical but I tried my best!!

-S

+300ish words.

It was a lovely summer day.  

The days had gotten shorter, but you didn’t mind. It just meant that you could spend more time with your lovers.  

After a long fight with the three kings you got them to come with you to the town. 

You walked hand and hand with Marcus while Aro and Marcus bickered about something, something about this being a bad idea.  

They all had dark clothes and sunglasses covering their red eyes.  

But the day was so nice and you couldn’t possibly stop your lovely walk.  

You stopped your group in the middle of the plaza where a young man was playing violin.  

You pressed your cheek against Marcus’s shoulder and smiled.  

You could hear the murmuring of Caius about how he was better at playing violin than the man but you didn’t let that ruin your good mood.  

With your group stopping, few tourists joined in watching the performance.  

The song ended and the man picked up a less mellow song to play and a smile rose to your face.  

I took Marcus’s hand and pulled him a bit forward, giving us a bit more space and I pulled him closer taking his hand.  

Marcus smiled and pulled me closer like he had done so many times before.  

Marcus was a great dancer, it had become clear from the first time you danced with him at the first ball you had attendant while being in Volterra.  

And You were proven right again when Marcus started to gently dance with you, keeping you a bit closer than needed.  

For a moment you two were lost in each other, only to be woken up again when an old couple started to dance to the man's beautiful melody.  

You let out a small hum of a laugh, bringing Marcus back to this reality.  

Marcus let out a small very rare smile while watching the old couple before turning back to you.  

“You are so gorgeous, my love...”  

“Same could be said about you...” 

[archoniluthradanar]

Kite Flying with the Volturi masters

Kite Flying with the Volturi Masters

You love the weather in Volterra, but not the wind. Today, however, is breezy, just enough for another old past time of yours. Kite flying.

You go find Aro, who is sitting on his throne, doing absolutely nothing. His red eyes remain unfocused, that is, until he notices your arrival.

"My dear, it's good to see you. Please..." He holds out his hand to you, not to read you, but to draw you closer. He pulls you onto his lap, kissing your cheek. "What can I do for you today?"

"Well," you begin, "if you, Marcus and Caius aren't doing anything, and it looks like you're not, how would you like to spend some time outside, away from the city, that is. There's that large field a few miles away. It's perfectly breezy out."

"I thought you hated wind," he said.

"I do, but this is a breeze. I thought we might go kite flying." You look at him with an expectant expression.

The ancient Volturi master sometimes finds your ideas silly, but he does enjoy experiencing bits and pieces of your human life. "We have no kites," he says, assuming you would know that.

"Felix can go into the village. There's a small toy store there. He knows the place," you suggest.

"And how would Felix know about stores that sell toys?" Aro raises his brow at you.

You bite your lower lip. "I sent him there once?"

Aro smiles at you, his raised brow unchanged.

"Ok, three times." How does this master of vampires so easily make you admit the truth about anything, and without torture?

"Of course, our Felix would do anything for you. Very well, go ask him to get four kites. I will speak with Marcus and Caius. We will meet you here at say, 2:00pm?"

You hug your protector, grinning. "Thank you, Aro. Maybe we can run instead of taking a car?"

"You just want Marcus to carry you."

You blush. "I love having Marcus carry me. Look, Aro, you put us together, so no grousing when we find we like being together." You hop off the master's lap and say, "See you later, Aro." You go find Felix to ask him to visit the village toy store to buy the kites.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

Later, Felix returns with four kites, hoping they prove suitable for you.

"Thank you, my friend. These are perfect."

You take the kites to the throne room to see all three masters waiting for you.

Marcus moves to your side and kisses you. "What is this new hobby you have, my love?"

Just being with your new mate has you wanting to participate in another hobby recently acquired. But you do still want to go outside to enjoy the fresh air away from the city. Later, you tell yourself.

"Who wants to take the kites? Marcus will be taking me."

Caius rolls his eyes but he picks up the package holding the kites, heading outside through the back gate.

Marcus smiles at you and picks you up in his arms, asking if you're comfortable. "Keep your face close to me and close your eyes, little human."

You nod and wind your arms around his neck, while burying your face in his chest, eyes closed. He takes off, moving so fast it forces you to tighten your hold on him.

Aro runs fast enough to easily catch up to you. It's not long before he arrives at the field you mentioned, Caius and you with Marcus close behind. Marcus kisses you before putting you down, holding onto you when you sway a bit unsteadily.

Caius puts the kites on the ground, and looking them over, chooses the kite that is shaped like a black bat. You wonder why you're surprised. "You do realize how cliché that is."

"You're just jealous you didn't get to choose it first, little human. The bat may seem a bit cliché for our kind, who do not turn into bats by the way, but they are fascinating creatures all the same."

You help the masters put together their kites, the breeze picking up a little bit. This should be great for high flying.

"What is the purpose of this again?" Aro asks.

"Haven't you ever heard of Benjamin Franklin?"

"He was an American also."

"Yes, Aro, but the important thing was his experiment using a kite and a key to see if there was a correlation between lightning and electricity. You're supposed to be among the most intelligent people on the planet, or so you implied."

Aro takes that as a challenge. "Yes, my dear. So kites do not have to be just toys."

You press up against him and kiss his cool cheek. "Now you've got it, Aro!"

"What do I do?" he questions you, feeling a bit resigned to your enthusiasm.

"Tie the string to your wrist. That way if you lose the string, the kite won't fly away." You show them by letting go of your string and how the end is tied to your wrist, securing the kite safely. "As the wind catches the kite, let the spindle string out so the kite will be able to fly upward.

You watch as all four kites slowly but surely make their way up into the sky. Then you notice the smaller black kite heading for yours, bumping into it several times.

"Caius, your kite is not a weapon. Stop attacking my kite!" The bat kite circled your rainbow striped kite, as if it were stalking it.

"I am not trying to attack your pathetic kite," he tells you, smirking and using the breeze to send his kite into yours once more.

"Ha! You're a leader of armies, a strategist of wartime fighting. It's all you know. Attack and destroy," you accuse him playfully.

Caius let his kite drift away from yours, and moved to your side. His red eyes bore into your human orbs, his concentration only on you. You felt yourself leaning toward Caius and not on your own accord. He still hadn't blinked. His hand reached up to touch your chin. "It's not all I know."

"Marcus! Caius is trying to seduce me again!" You saw your mate flash between you and the blonde vampire master. You clung to his shirt while you stood behind him.

"Brother, it was one thing when we were unattached to one another. Tease her no more in this fashion." His eyes had turned a shade darker when he stared down Caius.

Caius stepped back, his hands up. "It was just that, teasing, brother. She likes it." He looked behind Marcus to meet your eyes with his. "Isn't that so, little human."

You glare at him, then shake your head. "My soon-to-be-brother, unless you'd like to go around headless, listen to my mate."

"Oh look, my kite is falling to Earth. I'd better work on it. If you'll excuse me." Caius returned to using the breeze to his advantage.

Meanwhile, Aro was smiling to himself. He was happy to see Marcus finally accept Didyme's death and absence by taking you as his mate. Soon he would change you, then you would officially be a member of the Volturi.

"Uhem...wake up, Aro! You're entangling your string with Marcus' string."

"It will go no higher, my dear."

You see the breeze is starting to die, and the kites are beginning to fall to Earth. "I suppose we will have to call it a day. With no wind, there is no lift." You help the others reel in their kites, thinking if they're kept nice, the guards may want to play with them.

Once everything is packed up, Caius takes the package again and heads for the city and castle, followed by Aro.

Marcus takes you in his arms, and you burrow into his chest, wishing you could hear the beating of his heart. He may not have an active heart any longer, but he loves you, this you know with certainty. One day, your heart will stop beating, yet you know it will still feel only love for this ancient vampire.

Marcus looks down at you, and smiles. "To our chambers?" he asks hopefully.

You cup his cheek and kiss him deeply in response. "Please."

He then flashes back to Volterra proper.

The hours were fun for you, and you wonder what else you can share with the masters. They're so hard to keep entertained.

[sylvienerevarine]

Sophrine Aulette's Skyrim Encyclopedia (Part 2)

ok i guess i'm not done with this series yet. it may take a while. i keep thinking of new jokes.

Part 1 is here.

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Blades

If you’ve ever met a Blade, no you haven’t (that was a joke, because they’re secretive). The Blades were originally founded as a dragon-slaying organization, but eventually expanded into other areas like bodyguarding and espionage. They got their name from using swords, which generally have blades.

Some notable Blades include:

Caius Cosades, who according to my Nana Sylvie’s memoirs never wore a shirt and drank a lot of skooma

Baurus, a fellow from the end of the 3rd Era who impressively survived the entire Oblivion Crisis

My distant great-aunt Sacha Llervu, Martin Septim’s best friend, who had a knack for closing Oblivion Gates and committing petty crimes

Delphine Fitzhubert, who is sort of my friend, except she’s still cross with me for being polite to some dragons. She’ll come around eventually.

Draugr

A draugr is a person who was alive at some point, but is now an undead sort of thing with a terrible complexion. There are a few different stories about how draugr came to be–many of them worked for dragon priests and became undead so they could keep doing their old jobs forever, and apparently some on Solstheim were cursed because they ate other people. Nasty stuff. Unless you’re Bosmer, I guess.

The good news about draugr is that they’re not terribly bright, as is proven by the fact that they can’t solve the puzzles in Nordic ruins. If you know the voice-projecting Shout like I do, you can just call “Who wants free mead?” from somewhere else in the room, and then sneak by while they’re trying to find the free mead.

Palace of Kings

I’m not allowed in here anymore (see Stormcloaks).

Stormcloaks

The Stormcloaks are a political movement based out of Windhelm, and are led by Ulfric Stormcloak (which is how they got their name). They have some pretty good ideas (make Skyrim independent, stop religious persecution, annoy the Thalmor) and some very bad ones (being horrible to Dunmer and Argonians and anyone who isn’t a Nord, really).

I once met Jarl Ulfric and pointed out some of these bad ideas to him, and he banned me from his palace. There’s gratitude for you.

Talos

You probably know about Talos from the park in Whiterun, where that fellow Heimskr is always shouting about what a good lad he was. There are two main theories about where Talos came from: either he was born in Atmora and moved to Skyrim as a young man to take Dragonborn lessons, or he was born in High Rock and did a lot of complicated political things. My grandparents favor the second explanation, since they’re very patriotic.

Wherever he came from, we know that Talos later went around conquering and uniting any piece of land he came across, and set up what we now know as the Third Empire. Somewhere along the way he changed his name to Tiber Septim, in order to match what the money was called.

Many people believe that after Talos died, he was promoted to a member of the Divines. Just in case any of the Thalmor are reading this, I’m legally required to state that this did not happen and humans can’t become gods, because we simply don’t have the intelligence for it. Unlike the average Thalmor officer.

The Throat of the World

The Throat of the World is the tallest mountain in Skyrim and by extension Tamriel. They might have higher mountains in places like Akavir or Atmora, but no one really bothers about those places. It’s unclear how the TotW got its name, since people’s throats aren’t typically very pointy or covered in snow. My guess is that someone from the Bards’ College thought it up. The only place on the Throat to get a bite to eat is High Hrothgar, the home of the Greybeards. While the monks don’t offer much in the way of conversation, they’re very kindly old men, and won’t shout at you for accidentally falling asleep in their library and drooling on their copy of Songs of the Return.

[volterran-wine]

Lost, but not forgotten || 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝗛𝗖)

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ @mywinterivy : "THE TIME HAS COME- forgive me for the influx of requests coming, I’m very excited

I absolutely loved your headcanons of the Kings with an artist/theatre/musician mates, and I was thinking of something:

You know how famous artists and writers (Van Gogh, Dickinson, Poe, Bach, etc.) died relatively unknown only for their work to become popular later? Imagine the King’s mate being some kind of artist (painter, actor, singer, composer, etc.) who’s art wasn’t recognised by the time they faked their death/turned into a vampire, only for their work to be ‘rediscovered’ a few years/decades afterwards and become famous.

(Documentaries are made, exhibitions, people recognise paintings/music playing on the first/public floors, movie or tv adaptations of their novels, etc.)

How would the Kings react? I feel like the mate may have some mixed feelings about it, flattery, bitterness, embarrassment, pride, annoyance, gratitude? How would they deal with that?"

I do indeed understand where you come from. Sadly so many of our great artist’s do not see the appreciation they deserved in their lifetime, only for us to gobble it up now. Personally I would hope this was my trajectory if I was blessed with immortality, I would enjoy it immensely. 

!𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! None.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

—  𝐀𝐑𝐎

Their art was in fact the reason they met in the first place. Aro had always been a patron of the arts, willing to sponsor all artist’s he saw great potential in. When he had spotted them in their cramped atelier he had known within his non-beating heart that they would be a star. When fame did not find them in the years to come he grew worried, for the life of an unsuccessful artist was cruel at best. They had been a few months from deaths door when he turned them, and the coming days they mourned their human life of supposed failure together. 

The king had offered to have their works transferred to Volterra but they had refused, swearing to never paint again. The words stung, but Aro remembered how his brother had exclaimed something similar after finishing his magnum opus; they would paint again... he was sure of it.

About five years later during warm summers night, Caius returned to the palazzo with a cheshire grin upon his lips. Beneath his arm he held a painting, carefully wrapped and of a decent size. It came as a surprise that it was in fact one of the works Aro’s mate had abandoned in their haste to escape their mortal life. But the greatest shock came when Caius announced he had paid over 2000 Crowns for it. 

It took a while before they began creating art again, but slowly they regained that fire of inspiration that had engulfed them as a human. Aro breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Love, you must paint me!” “... Aro I have painted you sixty times the last twenty years.” “But I had Renata trim my hair ever so slightly, I am practically a new man.” “I would argue all of us are expired, but I will retrieve my art supplies; a sketch will have to do” “You wound me.”

He would certainly get a lot of joy out of visiting museums and exhibitions featuring his significant other. All through the day he would make sure to study the works of art and ask for his mates opinion on them. It would take a good while, but his mate would finally relent and play along; the end of the evening filled with much laughter.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

—  𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐔𝐒

The king had been front row to witness many composers make their debut, most of them did not impress him in the slightest. Humans had a way of either overcomplicating their works, or creating something so simple that a child could have played it. Personally he had always been fond of Tchaikovsky. So when he first saw his soon to be mate on the stage he had not had the highest expectations. How wrong he had been.

Humans did not share his appreciation however, not for a long time. His mate was well into their immortality when they were hailed as a long lost female that rivalled the greats. 

Though it was quite a hassle, Caius had a piano installed in his art studio to make sure his mate could work on their craft at the same time as him. There is nothing he adores more than listening to them play as he paints. At this point there are quite a lot of paintings depicting them in front of the instrument in clear concentration. 

It is their music that plays on the first floor of the palazzo, many a tourist has recognised the composer and the receptionist cheerily replies the owners of the building are quite fond of them. Sometimes new and mysterious tunes are played over the speakers, little do they know that a beloved composer is still making music to this very day.

“Play a concerto with me.” “Love, are you sure you wish to do that? Your skills with the violin put my piano to shame” “Nonsense.” “Caius-” “I shall fetch my Stradivari. Prepare your ‘Winter’ movement.” “Yes, Sir.”

Whenever Caius has a particularly difficult time due to nightmares that still plague him, it is his mate’s music he fills his private quarters with. In those precious moments he is able to close his eyes, finally being able to simply exist without worry. He leaves a kiss filled to the brim with desire on their lips the next time he sees them.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

—  𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒

In the beginning the two of them had laughed about it, twenty years had gone by since he had turned his second chance at love; perhaps they would finally be appreciated for their creativity once their corpse lay rotting in the ground. The jokes were all well and good until a new guard wandered into the palazzo, one of their belongings? A first edition of Marcus’ sweet mate’s first novel.

It did not take long before Marcus’ mate began writing again, beginning with short stories and poetry they began dedicated to the various inhabitants of the palazzo. Soon enough they had their own section in the library The Volturi is known for.

Though the couple rarely leave the safety of the palazzo, when they do; there is always room for stopping by a library or bookstore to look at their name on the shelves. Sometimes it is bittersweet, but most of the time it brings a sense of joy to Marcus’ mate.

What his significant other is unaware of, is that the king has secretly been collecting all editions of their written works that have been in circulation. Though they continue to write personal prose, poems and books within the safe walls of Volterra; there is something especially beautiful about seeing all the languages his beloved’s stories are translated into.

“Will you not read me an excerpt of your first novel?” “Marcus.” “Hmm?” “I have written far better stories after you turned me, why not one of those?” “They do not contain your humanity, and there is something sweet you do not capture in the same way. It reminds me of when we met.” “Fine, I will read it for the 658th time” “659th actually.”

One evening Marcus would drily suggest they should audition to play themselves in an upcoming biopic, the suggestion was promptly shut down with a glare and it ended up being difficult for Marcus to rein in his boisterious laughter.