#stefan romanian coven imagine

[aquanova99]

stefan with a mate who has problems showing affection?

I have two of these and I’m assuming you meaning showing physical affection because if you don’t show affection at all why are you even in a relationship. The whole point is to love the other person and try to adapt to what they need.

Im also just doing the entire coven because I don’t want another ask.

Vladimir

I say I’m doing both and immediately I’m about to ruin this man

You’re going to have to adapt

He is a physical person

Craves touch

It doesn’t have to be sexual and that’s not how I’m taking this ask so I hope that’s not what it was implying

But he needs to feel loved and if he doesn’t feel like you care, which he won’t if you don’t want any touch at all he isn’t going to stick around

Stefan

Again, this man has been without a significant other for so long he really would prefer someone that is at least willing to compromise.

But he will notice when you stay in near him or do a different activity in the same room just to accompany him

Give a kiss on the cheek a few times a day and he will be fine

Now. While I said that this isn’t sexual I want to make sure everyone knows that while it’s not everything it is very important in almost all relationships, so I would hope you are at least more physical in those moments or Stefan will leave. You will make him think you could leave him at any moment and give him too much anxiety for him to overlook

[leahsflwer]

Hiii can u write dating headcanons for the romanian coven from twilight ?thanks 💓💞💞💞💞💓

Romanian Coven dating Headcanons (Twilight)

Warnings: Smut, adult content, fluff, romance, arguments, vampire things, idk slayyyy

Stefan x Reader x Vladimir

Romanian Coven Masterlist || Twilight Master List || reblog

: ̗̀➛ These two like to share everything with one another, so you wouldn’t be able to keep secrets from them both. If you feel sad or upset, you need to share it, anything you want or crave, tell them or they will keep picking at you until you spill it out.

: ̗̀➛ Vladimir is the more dangerous one in the relationship, running around causing trouble, pushing you into the light around humans so he had an excuse to feed on them

: ̗̀➛ While Stefan is the more mature one, yet still cheeky. Telling Vladimir and you off when you’re not behaving, unless he is in a fun mood

: ̗̀➛ Vladimir is rough, leaving marks all over you, claiming you and calling you lots of names, Stefan is more passionate and romantic with sex, leaving you breathless with long kisses.

: ̗̀➛ Together, they’re heaven and leave you weak and wanting more

: ̗̀➛ Stefan wants you near him all the time, standing beside him, sitting on his lap, behind him, in front of him, he wants to be close to you, so he knows you’re safe and not in trouble

: ̗̀➛ Vladimir cares to watch you from afar, sitting up high on rocks, in the trees anything like that, so he can admire you from distance

: ̗̀➛ They are both protective of you and hate the idea of you anywhere near Aro and his followers. They want him dead. They want war for the past. So if they catch a hint of you even a couple feet near them, they will snap and want to fight them

: ̗̀➛ Vladimir likes to start arguments with you sometimes for fun, Stefan telling him to quit it, giving you a hug. Vladimir would eventually come around and give you a back hug, apologising to you

: ̗̀➛ A lot of the time it would end up in make up sex, because Vlad can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. Stefan wanting to join in after Vladimir apologised to you during it

: ̗̀➛ Obsessed. These two are crazy for you, they think about you so often that you will receive gifts such as necklaces, pendants, clothing, for no reason just that “It reminded me of you”

: ̗̀➛ Let’s be honest, before you told them you had feelings for both of them. They would be so competitive over you, both doing everything to win you over, to the point where it was impossible to pick either one

: ̗̀➛ You’re a Vampire. You were a human when you first met, they definitely called you their “Pet” or “Plaything” sometimes “Food” from Vladimir. Until they finally turned you, then the nicknames became softer “Princess” , “Sweetheart”, “Doll”.

: ̗̀➛ So proud of you when you catch ‘Dinner’. Giving you a heap of praise and compliments. Letting you eat (drink) first.

: ̗̀➛ Stefan and Vladimir find you cute every time you’re turned on by their accent, teasing you with whispers or saying dirty things

[twilightt-fantasy]

in sickness and in health [vladimir]

description: Can you do prompt 37 for vladimir please?

prompts: "try to eat something."

requested by: anon

warnings: none

i love picturing vladimir as being totally helpless to his human mate in completely ordinary situations,, thanks for requesting!! <3

"vlad, i am fine." you laughed at him through your stuffy nose as he approached with yet another cup of chicken broth. you had been laid up in bed for the past 2 days and vladimir had waited on you hand and foot in your consciousness.

to be fair, you had a horrible cold - if you could even call it that. the day before, you were almost tied with vladimir's worry for yourself and wondered if you should take his advice and go to the hospital.

you couldn't keep food down, you were sweating horribly, your heart was racing, your head was pounding, and you could barely stay awake for more than 10 minutes at a time. somehow, you had managed to talk your mate down from rushing you to dr. cullen, but promised that if you weren't better in a few days, you'd go see a doctor.

in a welcomed boost of energy, vladimir was tied to your side and doing his best to nurse you back to health. he had called carlisle anyway, begging and pleading for any information he could get on how to tend to you.

"try to eat something, please, my love." he passed the warm cup to you, sitting beside you on the bed and assisting it to your lips. "you haven't eaten in two days."

you wrinkled your nose at the cup, your stomach twisting just at the smell. still, the helpless look in vladimir's eyes had you opening your lips only slightly to allow some of the broth into your mouth. vlad's lips quirked up the slightest bit, happy that you were trying.

your efforts were pointless though, for in the next moment you were reaching for the trashcan and throwing up once more. tears stung your eyes as you emptied your stomach and you sighed, tiredly when you finally finished. "i'm sorry."

vladimir's cold lips felt nice against your warm head. "don't apologize, my love."

"i promise you can take me to carlisle tomorrow." you reached towards his hand, squeezing it once before placing it against your forehead.

"or i could change you now and you will never deal with this again." his voice was soft, but you knew how serious he was. you closed your eyes.

"we'll see how tomorrow goes."

vladimir sighed, knowing he would have to wait a little while longer before he could turn you too. he swung his legs up onto the bed, cuddling in closer to you and pulled you to his chest. his lips pressed to your forehead again as you began to drift back into sleep. "i'll call first thing in the morning."

[volterran-wine]

Hi Nathalie! The image of Caius wearing casual gym wear like sweat shirts while training the guard is weirdly stuck in my head. And it got me wondering, since Caius oversees guard training with Felix and Santiago helping along, how often does Caius actually make an appearance in the training room? And when Caius is training the guard, does he actually wrestle them? Or just demonstrate fighting skills with perhaps Felix? I can imagine the guard lining up to fight with Caius so that he’ll know their learning progress and also crash them in probably 5 seconds. I know those are a lot of questions feel free to answer whatever you like. :)

-🌙

• — 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬 & 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝

Seeing as though The Volturi currenly rule during a rather peaceful time, it means that Caius spends quite a bit of time overseeing the training of the guard. A lot of the time Athenodora joins him as well, both of them working together to whip the guard into shape.

A lot of the time he is demonstrating together with Felix, after all, the executioner is the only person who can give him a bit of a challenge besides Stefan of The Romanian Coven. Santiago too does demonstrations together with Caius, but he is nowhere near Felix just yet; our dear Santi often end up on the ground together with the recruits.

Even though Caius is terrifying to train with he is fair. There is always a level of trust that needs to be shown on both ends, the king needs his guards to understand he will not deliberately harm them in any way. As much as people think him to be a brute, he does not go overboard if he does not have to.

And if you wondered; no, he does not hold back ever. At this point it has become a tradition that the fresh recruits end up on the ground after Caius conducts a 'demonstration'.

[twilight-fieldnotes]

☆— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨.

While I do believe The Volturi went to great lengths in order to erase the knowledge of vampires from the world. The notion above would most likely be a narrative spun by our dear troublemakers Stefan and Vladimir, in order to make the ruling coven even more cruel in the eyes of scholars.

However...

The library actually had a steady decline over 800 years, and did not go up in one glorious roaring fire as the stories would have you believe.

The first time the library in fact burned in 48 BCE, hundreds of years before The Volturi could even call themselves a ruling coven. This was still the heydays of the Egyptian and Romanian covens. There would have been no jurisdiction that demanded they do anything about it. Instead, I would imagine they salvaged some of it while conveniently let the humans do the destruction for them.

Already in 145 BCE did the romans purge the library of scholarly interests and scholars resigned en masse, nobody cared for the knowledge. Then Julius Caesar arrived with his civil war and it burned for the first time, for only to be ravaged only some years later and was destroyed again. Under Roman rule the library naturally declined due to laws being passed that forbade any pagan influences, something the library also housed. By 642 when the muslim conquest of Egypt took place the library was almost gone; what little remained was disregarded.

Humanity is destructive, Aro can worry about other endeavours.

[timetravellingshinigami]

Describe vlads personality and who is now vs who he was as a ruler and how his demise changed him in your opinion. Also what draws you to him? Thanks sm!!

OOO I love this!

It's interesting to think about personality change for vampires because canonically they are set in their ways.

We always see the Volturi as bad guys but really the Romanians were just as bad. They did not hide who they were and honestly valid, but they were also quite cruel and loved to toy with the humans. Their actions most definitely decimated many villages.

Considering that Vlad already was the leader of a four member coven before joining Stefan means that he had charisma and ability to inspire people to join him even more than Aro.

It's said that vampires couldn't work together but as can be seen from the Romanian coven which consisted of 12 founders and even more guards and ruled for 1000 years it shows that vampires can definitely co exist maybe not as peacefully as the Cullens.

But unlike the cullens who bonded on love and family, the Romanians from what we know of them bonded over the shared love of power and control. I'm even sure the mates weren't mates in the loving sense but more like political alliances.

I think there's a reason why even other vampires get creeped out by the Romanians. Probably because the power they held long time ago which the Volturi without Chelsea couldn't match. But also, I think it's the doubt of what would the Romanians do if the Volturi were defeated. Would they decide to rule again and go back to the old ways or will Carlisle be able to speak them out of it lol.

Honestly I would love to believe that Personality wise they have changed. Just a little less cruel. Meeting Carlisle and the cullens make them rethink much of who they were.

Aro was right about his fear of human weapons. And the Romanians would be wise to listen to that one. Stefan especially despite being a founder of the coven and leading battles... doesn't seem much enthusiastic about battling the Volturi. He should have been ready to take any chance but even said "maybe next time..."

Maybe the thirst for battle dulls some after so many centuries. Vladimir seems like the "let's kick as right now"...but he's still cautious. Losing your entire coven will do that to a person set in their ways or not.

I think I love Vlad a lot is because of his back story. And especially the Coven he lead. And I like to imagine what his future holds. And how he can change.

Gonna be real I like reading the Vladimir x Leah story so that got me thinking a lot 😅😅😅

His story is like what if Aro and Caius were the only ones alive after the Volturi are decimated in the future and they wander alone. That's mind boggling to think about because it could very much happen. I'm not sure if anyone has written something like that about the Volturi yet.

Thanks for the ask btw ❤️ I hope this is what you wanted to know.

[twibunny]

Vladimir creates a shit ton of immortal children. He snatches as many as possible and manages to sick them on the Volturi.

His mate doesn't know. (His canonical mate or an Oc)

I was thinking Oc cause his mate was in the coven. SO, she probably was ok with the way things were.

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And finds out and a beatdown ensues. So, the volturi just run up to her beating the shit out of him and yelling at him in Romanian. (He used to rule the Romanian coven hence Romanian.)

I can imagine her ripping his arms off and his feet and maybe rip his knee out of the other leg she isn't standing on and bludgeoning him with his own arm in the torso and head and neck and face.

And Stefan just skedaddled while she was beating the shit out of him.

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Idk I suppose this could be after canon since he could try to blame the Cullens. Since they didn't go after the Volturi as they were on their way back to Volterra.

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Always and forever

PAIRING - Vladimir x Reader

WORDS - 1583

REQUESTED? - Yes! By a lovely anon who wanted Vladimir Fluff ♥️ here you go, hope you enjoy

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PSA - I know the GIFs not Vlad but they're wasn't any tbh.

You sat in the corner of the room, observing the young child who played the piano with her father. She was the sole purpose of everyone’s travel to America, to stand witness against the Volturi, to protest her accusation of being an immortal child. After accidentally becoming friends with Carlisle after a run in with a vampire, you were thrown abruptly into the world of supernatural where you learnt that the myths and legends you were told as a child weren’t as imaginary as you thought. When Carlisle revealed to you that his adopted son Edward had managed to get Bella pregnant and their spawn was apparently an ‘immortal child’, which to be honest didn’t seem that bad but when various covens from around the world appeared in Forks, declaring that they would stand as witnesses and fight against the volturi, which wasn’t common knowledge to you until recently, you realised that you had no chance of leaving and decides to aid the Cullen’s in any way possible.

Many different Covens of vampires had aided Carlisle’s call for help, they were all different yet the common feature of blood red eyes had set them apart from the Cullen’s and made you on edge. One of the Romanian vampires had appeared to be fixated on you from the moment you were introduced as friend and not food, which not only made you uneasy yet extremely curious. After days of milling around the house, helping Renesmee with her reading who became alarmingly educated after days of being born as well as her continuous growth spurts, you decides to ask Edward if he knew the reason behind the Albino’s unwavering watch. 

He confessed that he had read the Romanians’ mind and had discovered the mate bond between the two of you. Edward educated you on the fundamentals of mates in the vampire world, the shock that you not only had someone to take care of you who was specifically designed but that they were a vampire, a creature you had previously thought to be folklore.

Around the campfire, you watched them recall their covens destruction by the hand of the Volturi and how they vowed to take revenge. You felt a tug on your heart strings as you thought of the demise of your own family and how they never received justice. Walking towards your tent, you pulled your coat further around you to try and block out the impending snow that stung your face. Unzipping your tent you quickly shuffled inside and zipped the flap closed, shimming into your sleeping bag you watched your breath condense in front of you, the white haired Romanian crept into your noughts. He was your mate. Designed and made specifically for you, an undoubted part of you. 

The sound of the zipper brought you out of your trance, your tent door opened and Vlad climbed in, your sharp intake of breath made him chuckle. His skin seemed almost glowing in the snow as did his eyes. “I believe you know who i am?” His delicious accent sounded heavenly, it made you weak and all you could do was nod. Vladimir smirked at you, now sat upright and opposite, “Draga. I’m not going to hurt you.” His pearly whites on display, a hand rested upon his chest. “I promise. Now how about we get to know each other a bit better?” You smiled and nodded as he took your hand a placed an icy kiss on your knuckle. The cold seemed to be slightly more bearable with your mate.

The crackle of the fire harmonised with the piano’s melody, the tense atmosphere had dissipated. The remaining vampires were in joyous spirit as they embraced the freedom.Your eyes drifted along the room to Carlisle and Esme, wrapped in each other’s arms as they watched their family. 

“Draga mea?” A husky voice whispered into your ear, sturdy arms wrapped your middle, pulling you into a solid chest. Vlad rested his face on your shoulder as he murmured various Romanian phrases into your hair. You turned your head to look at your fair haired mate, his ruby orbs peered up at you. 

“Yes?” Your voice quiet as you brought your fingers in-front and intertwined them with his. Looking forward towards the young hybrid who sat coddled among her family, you smiled as you reminisced of your family. Vlad moved himself towards your front, blocking your view of Renesmee, cool hands still woven with yours as he smirked down at you.

“Are you ready to go?” His weighted accent drawled as he spoke, the three of you had planned to travel before finding a temporary abode where you would be turned and a coven would be begun. You agreed to met Vladimir outside with his coven partner Stefan after you had said your finally goodbyes. The auburn haired child looked towards you in anticipation as your mate left, she now stood infront of the seat and watched as you walked forward. Opening your arms, she rushed ad jumped into your embrace and clung to your neck, after returning the little one’s hug and detangling yourself from her grasp, you moved towards Edward. 

“You’ll always be welcome here, with us. You’re family. Remember that.” He spoke as he brought you into a gentle hold. You broke away and gave him a smile, “I know, don’t think you’ll get rid of me that easy.” You both chuckled as you walked towards the coat rack, reaching for your coat you turned around and gestured for the two figures to follow you outside.

As you eventually reached outside, hand clutched by the energetic hybrid as she somewhat dragged you over to her grandparents. She stood next to her grandfather’s legs as you brought Esme into a strong hug. Her cold, slender hands cupped your face as she placed a gentle kiss upon you forehead and whispered a ‘good luck’. Carlisle moved towards you in a similar fashion and placed a hand on each shoulder, a warm sensation crept up your neck at the earnest way Carlisle reassured you that you were a Cullen, and how he hoped he would see you again in the near future. Moving away from the older Cullen’s, you walked over to Stefan and Vladimir.

Stefan was leant against a tree as he watched you come closer, you stood next to him as you looked up and saw that your mate had perched himself on a high branch, grinning madly down at you. Stefan laughed as he saw his coven mate act so free, as if the thought of revenge was never there. Vladimir jumped down and landed beside you, his arm tightened around your shoulders and weaved you through the dense forestry. Stefan appeared to your left, his arm also sheltered your shoulder. The three of you had begun walking away from the house before a feminine voice called your name, you had just managed to turn before the dainty figure of Alice came bursting into sight.

She jumped into your arms and littered kisses on both cheeks before returning herself to the ground, “i’m going to miss you” she cried before pulling you into another one crushing hug. Her mate Jasper stood behind her, poised but happy as he watched Alice fret over you, much to the annoyance of your mate who pouted at the interruption. A scoff was heard from behind you and you saw an agitated albino from the corner of your eye, but before Alice could hug you again, you were abruptly hoisted over Vladimir’s shoulder. 

The hearty laugh from Stefan along with the murmuring of your mate was all you could hear, lifting your head you saw Alice’s frame tucked under Jasper’s arm as well as the appearance of the other Cullens. Renesmee excitedly waved as you were carried off, returning the wave to the coven you caught Alice winking at you and with a little wave of her own, you could feel your face aflame as you quickly looked down as the forest floor became increasingly interesting. After a short walk, the three of you had made it to a clearing, the trees had dispersed and the ocean appeared in your view. 

You walked towards the cliff ledge, looking across the vast land, a deep breath released from your chest as you imagined the rest of eternity spent exploring with your mate and coven. Vladimir once again appeared next you and watched the returning waves, his stony hand grasped yours and brought it to his lips, “for the rest of eternity, I get to spend it with you, draga” he spoke, “I shall cherish you forever.” He now turned to look at you, eyes gazing into your own, almost mesmerised. You returned the gesture by placing a warm kiss upon his knuckles before turning around to Stefan and motioning for him to come beside you. 

The dark haired vampire stood beside you, watching you intently, you kept your hand intertwined with Vlad’s but also grasped Stefan’s, holding them tightly at your side. “This is it.” You spoke out loud, “the beginning or our forever and always.” Both Vampires squeezed your hands gently, Stefan was the first to break away as he turned back around ad began to walk towards the clearing. Vladimir let go of your hand and began to follow his coven mate, you stood and admired the ocean for one last time before joining your mate as you walked towards your new life.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Imagine making a snowman with Vladimir.

"How old are you?" Vladimir frowned. "Old enough." You huffed. "To build a snowman?" "And so are you, now let's go!"  Reluctantly he followed through. 

"Ha! Hes beautiful!" You grinned. "This is our baby! We made this, together! You and I did this!" "...Please never say that again." Vladimir was disturbed to say the least.

[imlostinsantacarla]

Romanian Coven Headcanons:

(A/N: This was literally so much fun to write. I love doing this sort of stuff bc I get to incorporate my sad ass humor into these things. I love to see how other people see these characters too. So if you have any headcanons yourself please make some and tag me in it. These guys need so much more love! - Admin Kat 🌙❣)

Stefan:

- Probably the more playful one of the two. I totally see him pranking Vladimir or messing with him constantly.

- And you bet your ass that Vladimir just  S I G H S ! You know, the one where he’s just done with his coven member’s shit.

- Enjoys to sit on the damp earth in the forest whilst it’s raining and listen to EVERYTHING. It’s something that’s become a delightful past time of his over the centuries and it helps keep his anger at bay when it’s not needed.

- He definitely uses his cunning-ness to lure his prey to their deaths. He makes the experience more playful for himself because - as he explains it to Vladimir - “It’s no fun if you get them to sit down and rip their neck to shreds. I’m draining them of their life, it must be theatrical, honorable!”

- But let’s be honest, he just has a fucking flare for the dramatics okay?

- Is the better fighter of the two I suppose.

- “Plays” with his food.

- Makes terrible puns 25/7 that are very PUNNY. haha kill me i’m not sorry

- Always knows what Vladdie boi is thinking.

- I think these funny fellows joined the circus, which is why they’re so ace at acrobats.

- Screeching ‘HOOPLA’ during every show tbh.

- Until the day Stefan was goofing off and fell a 500 foot drop in front of a billion people, got back up, dusted himself off and was like, “lol did you see that Vladdie boy? I just got wrecked!”

- And I shit you not, Vladimir was up on that platform 500 feet in the air, pissing himself with laughter until he too fell.

- And that’s how they never pursued their circus careers ever again.

- They pretend to be bats with their long ass black trench coats. Fight me! You can’t change my mind!

- But be real, don’t let Stefan’s goofiness sway you, he’s pretty brooding also and his anger is like the sharpest blade.

Vladimir:

- Genuinely the more brooding of the two, though he’s never opposed to a sense of humor.

- Literally done with Stefan’s shit 110% of the time.

- But I swear,  D O N ‘ T  E V E R  T O U CH   S T E F A N !

- Can totally see him sitting there trying to meditate on how him and Stefan can crush the Volturi with their bare hands and Stefan’s just sitting there talking to a squirrel about how he’s worried for his friend.

- He’s seriously there for 20 years trying to ignore Stefan fucking clowning.

- Tiny but can fuck you up in a heartbeat.

- Fights anyone who mentions the Volturi.

- Fucking  Y E E T S  them halfway around the world and then chops them to tiny pieces if they support them.

- If you’re on their side he’ll dust you off and profusely apologize in Romanian.

- You’ve just made two friends, my mate.

- Goes on a 100 year rant to Stefan about the Volturi and Stefan knows it off by heart and is just muttering the same words under his breath.

- Vladdie boi is not impressed.

- I think he’s definitely into the arts. He loves classical and ancient art the better, all of it. Literally breaks into museums and steals them.

- “Vladimir why is The Mona Lisa in our-”

- “IT IS ART STEFAN APPRECIATE IT!”

- Loves to swing upside down on branches and screech like a banshee.

- Him and Stefan deffo mess with the humans and have been the beginning and end of several myths of two mysterious sparkling men fucking up the village for a fortnight.

- The Volturi just left them to their desperate shenanigans.

- Misses his mate and comrades immensely, just like Stefan. But he’s glad that he at least has someone with him that was loyal to him back then.

- Stefan soothes him so much and vice versa.

- They can’t be separated for very long. It creates genuine terrible panic and flashbacks.

- Like they’re not mates, but they’re like best friends/brothers and they’re both the only pieces left of their broken past sobs

- LOVES to dance!

- Is the quicker of the two and dodges like a fucking maniac.

- Likes to stalk his prey before ending their lives.

- And he insists that he’s not dramatic at all... stefan ghost wrote that

- Just misses the good old days where his kind didn’t have to hide who they were, the humans and the vampires having a coercing relationship and the terribly perfect HONESTY!

- Both of them aren’t afraid of jack shit tbh.

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65. You make me feel invincible (Romanian Coven fan fiction - Stefan x OC)

Alexandra laughed softly, looking down at Stefan, who was walking up the drive way carrying a heave package. She didn’t bother using the stairs and simply jumped out of the window and greeted a startled Stefan with a passionate kiss. «You look beautiful, darling» he said, smiling at her. She shook her head and her long, dirty blonde hair shone in the sun, and so did her pale skin and her blood red eyes. Stefan looked at her, trying to notice even the smallest of details, such as the way one single lock of her hair refused to stay in place and curled up against her neck. He smiled at her and kissed her again.

«What are you carrying, Stef?» she asked, snooping at the package. He let her, and when she realized that inside of it there was a television she immediately hug him, thanking him in every language she knew.  «Oh, honey, mulţumesc! I knew you would open up to modernity sooner or later!». Stefan laughed at himself, knowing fully well that Vladimir would complain for the device –but he didn’t care, in the end it wasn’t something important, merely something more than furniture.

«Shall we install it, my dear?» he asked, and she happily followed him inside the house.

Watching her man setting up the television all by himself, Alexandra sort of became emotional. She was deeply amazed by all he changes that Stefan had agreed to in order to live better together, the television being it only the smallest of them all.

Stefan noticed her looking at him and smirked. «Soon it will be ready, dear, no need to look impatient». Alexandra shook off his sarcasm. «Oh, do I look impatient now? That’s not at all what I feel». Stefan acknowledged that the discussion wasn’t going where he had expected it to go and simply decided to follow his mate. «How do you feel, then?» he asked. Her eyes never left him when she pondered for a minute what adjective might describe her feeling the best.

«I feel invincible» she stated, looking at her mate right in the eyes. Stefan held that gaze and started to approach her, holding her in his arms. «Is that so?» he wondered. She nodded and they shared a kiss, a long and passionate one. «You make me feel invincible» she specified, and at those words Stefan picked her up and only let her down on their bed.

[aquanova99]

romanian coven x mate who struggles with mental health?thanks bb

God I know these make me sound so mean but I did warn you all

Vladimir

Mental health? What is that?

No seriously if anyone needs therapy, it’s him

But he’s fine

So if he’s fine and worked through everything he’s been through then surely you are fine

Explaining that just because he’s objectively been through more doesn’t mean you’re not struggling

It mostly goes out one ear and out the other

When you’re having a bad day, he thinks you just need to stop thinking about what makes you sad, yeah he’s actually said that at one point

But he doesn’t push you to do anything you don’t want to either and lets you kinda feel your feelings but he doesn’t know what to do and keeps to himself

Stefan

Doesn’t really get it but whatever you say you need he will try and provide whatever you need

Except space

You’re stuck with him all day if you say you need space

But if you try to talk about he will say it’s isn’t that bad so i would just beware of that conversation

Other than that he’s very attentive and very affectionate whenever you’re struggling

[writersblock2point0]

Romanian Coven Imagine:  When Night Comes (Named Reader)

The birds sang softly as I sat in a chair, across from my elder sister Georgeta, who was reading a book quietly, the breeze ruffling its pages. My hair was up and braided, like Mother likes it to be, and I gently fingered the necklace around my neck as I watched my younger siblings Madalina and Berend play with our dogs, Lulu and Louis. The sun was hidden behind a layer of clouds, making me think it was going to rain soon.

“Zia?” Georgeta’s soft voice broke my thoughts, making me lift my head to look at her.

“Yes?”

“Can you go fetch the twins?” She looked up and gave me a soft smile, “They wandered over that hill in the distance, and I think they’ve ventured into the forest.”

I sighed and stood to my feet, walking into our yard and towards the forest to get my siblings before they injure themselves. I walked through brush, careful to keep my dress clean or else mother would have my head. I broke through the tree line and saw a large hill, hearing the laughter of little Madalina and the barks of our dogs.

“Madalina! Berend!” My eyebrows rose as I came over the hill, seeing large piles of rock, and a small crumbled cylinder that I can only guess was once a tower. My sister and brother were climbing on top of the rocks, Lulu and Louis running around with cheerful barks. I rolled my eyes and hurried down the hill, “You two stop that now!” Both froze, looking at each other before climbing down. I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at the small children before me.

“You should know better than to wander off!” I huffed, shaking my head and pointed to the way we came. “Off, go, before I tell Mother you almost killed yourselves.” They both groaned before beginning to walk back, muttering meaningless things about me under their breath. I looked back and didn’t see the dogs anywhere. “You two go ahead, I’ll get the dogs.”

I rounded a mass of rocks, my dress flowing over the soft green grass. I looked around, the piles much larger than I had thought them to be standing on top the hill. Towering over me as I walked beside them. I suppose this was once a house, or judging by the massive amounts, it perhaps was a grand castle. I heard a few growls and briskly made my way, gasped when I saw the two dogs fighting over a bone.

Though it wasn’t just a simply bone, there was a small pile of cream colored bones to the left, a human skull laying asscue to its right. I bit my lip before taking a deep breath, running my hands over my dress before whistling. The two white and black huskies turned to me, ears raised and I cleared my throat.

“Come!” They ran past me, Lulu carrying the large bone and Louis chasing after her. I looked behind me, my eyes scanning across the partially standing towers and few rubble left from what seemed to be a devastating encounter for who ever lived here. I straightened up, pressed my lips together, turned away, and began to walk back to the house.

The human remains were on my mind, plaguing my thoughts with haunting skulls and yellowed bones. I sat in my room, a candle lit on my desk, and I hummed to myself as I brushed my hair. It was long, falling down my side and almost hitting the floor. I took pride in my hair, as it was thick and full of vibrant chestnut colors. My family consisted of mostly blond hair and blue eyes, most of my siblings skin was white with rosy cheeks. I however, had the darkest hair in my line of siblings, just like my Bunica. My eyes were nothing short of black, like my father's, who is mostly responsible for my physical features in my opinion.

I froze as I heard a bark, coming from the open balcony behind me. I was not aware of any of our dogs being out this late, as they usually slept with my younger siblings. I stood and walked over to the  balcony and rested my hands on the fine wood and leaned over, looking down. No movement was seen, as my eyes scanned the darkness, but then I saw something.

One of our dogs was running over the hill, barking before venturing into to forest. I huffed and shook my head.

“That dumb mutt!” I muttered before grabbing a candle and my cloak that my father got for me as a gift last winter. He got each of the children one, but each were different. Mine was a deep red, the velvet fabric heavy and warm. I put on my slippers and headed out to get the dog, which ever one it was. The air was cool, no breese present as I walked across our yard.

Now, usually I would wake one of my brothers, but I had gotten into a fight with my father over the stupid topic of marriage, which each of my brothers took his side in. I didn’t want to see a single one of them right now. I stopped when I heard barking once again, following the sound until the moon shone light upon the area around me. I looked up at the rubble, where the piles of stones laid, and bit my lip when I saw the skull shining in the darkness.

“Louis! Lulu!” I called softly, looking around but it was silent, the air still. I felt goosebumps on my arms, the hair on the back of my neck rising as a twig snapped from behind me. I jumped and turned, looking around into the darkness. My heart pounded against my chest, and I feared for the worst when my eyes began to see the darkness move, creating shadows in the corners of my eyes.

A block fell from a pile, rolling down to stop at my feet. I looked up and jumped when I saw a shadowed figure standing, his features hidden from the moonlight. I could tell his hair was a very light blond, it was cut short as well. The wind blew, clouds rolling away and the moon shown down on his face. His skin was white, his lips full as his eyes locked onto me. What terrified me was the glowing red eyes, a vibrant color contrasting greatly to his pale features. I swallowed hard before I felt my legs moving backwards, my slippers sliding against the soft dirt.

“Um,” I breathed, looking down at my feet as my heel hit the human skull. I looked at it for a moment, gaining my breath back before standing tall and looking at the figure. But it was gone. I frowned deeply, looking side to side, my candle not shining light very far. “Hello?” I asked, turning around when some rocks moved behind me.

“What brings you here, in the dead of night, girl?” A deep voice asked me, echoing around the ruble and cool night air.

“The dogs...they’ve gotten out.” I swallowed, eyes scanning the darkness. “They ran this way.” A whoosh went by my right, making me jump. “What are you doing out here?”

“Hunting.” A lighter voice said, and I furrowed my brow.

“Hunting?” I snorted, ���Isn’t it a little difficult to hunt at night?”

“No.” I felt goosebumps raise on my arms and neck as the voice seemed to be right next to my ear.

I scowled as I turned to see nothing behind me. “But there’s nothing out here. And you have no guns to hunt with.” The flame on my candle flickered, waving in the wind as another whoosh went behind me. “Stop that! Stop playing games, and come out so I can see you. Both of you.” It was quiet for a moment, the air still as I waited for them to appear.

Two figures emerged from the darkness, coming into the light of the candle. They were close in size, dressed in black, and had pale skin. The one to my left had dark hair, cut short, and his face was shaved, not a speck of facial hair on him. His stature was broad, his shoulders large, and his jaw was wide but defined beautifully. The light defining his cheek bones, and the curve of his nose. The other to my right, had a head of whitish blond hair. His body was slimmer, but he seemed younger than the dark haired one. He had a smirk on his face, his full lips showing a row of perfect white teeth. Both of their eyes were a bright red, both sets trained on me, never blinking once as I looked between them.

“Who are you? You certainly don’t look like any hunters I’ve ever seen.” I say, holding my cloak at my neck, fingering the gold brooch.

The blond stepped closer, rounding my arm that held the candle. He lifted a single hand, running the pads of his fingers over my cloaked arm, up my shoulder, and fingers a lock of my hair. I paused as I heard him sniff, making me step away from him.

“We do not care to hunt with weapons.” The dark haired man said smoothly, his voice deep and rich, and I glanced at him as his cherry red eyes burned into me, making my face grow hot.

“What do you hunt with then?” I asked, flinching when the pads of fingers brushed the hair at my temple, the blond’s nails scratching my skin lightly. His hands were cold, like ice against my skin. “Stop that.” I grumbled, pulling away from the smirking blond and fixed my cloak, my heart picked up as they both shared smiles.

“What is your name?” The blond asks, tilting his head and he took a step closer. He had boundary issues, obviously as he seemed to walk around me like a predator. I bit my lip, seeing the dark haired man starting to walk too.

“Zia…” I looked over my shoulder, the candle lighting up the blond’s eyes, and I saw his were a bright crimson red. I jumped as the dark haired man’s large hand was at the golden clasp of my cloak, fingering it as he peered down at it with a calculating gaze. It startled me as I thought he was going to choke me, as the clasps rested against the base of my throat.

“Royalty.” He commented, raising an eyebrow in question as he gazed up at me. My throat tightened, and they went quiet-as if they were very talkative before-and I took a shaky breath. Are they enemies of my father? Do they know my family?

“Y-yes,” I looked to my left, slim pale fingers twirled a handful of my hair, and I cleared my throat. “Do you know my father?”

“No,” The blond answers, “not personally.”

“We know of his lineage.” The other summed up, and I feel my head bob. “Friends of the family one could say.”

“Are you attending the ball?” I asked suddenly, wanting to fill the silence as the mood loomed over us and a thickening fog set in, would I be able to find my way home? “For my sister? She's getting married soon.”

“We've received no invitations.” The deep voice sent a cascade of goosebumps down my spine and make my skin tingle as his mouth was close to my right ear, his breath chilled against my face.

“Oh, well I guess I'll have to invite you.” I spoke before my brain could stop my mouth, “O-of course I'm going to need names and an address.” Slow smiles split their charming faces and I felt a blush rise up my neck.

“You would invite strangers?” The blond inquired, stepping towards me. Both were invading my space, as I wouldn't be able to stretch my arms out they were so close to me. His eyes were bright, a vibrant red that shined in the darkness and contrasted perfectly against his snow white skin.

I looked at him and the other, both of their faces were close to mine.

“Well, you're only strangers until names are exchanged…” I bit my lip when two voices harmonized in bone chilling chuckles, airy laughs that made me rethink everything I've just done.

“Vladimir.” The blond says.

“Stefan.” The other follows, both giving me large grins.

I give a weak, timid smile. “Nice to meet you both.” I shivered as a sudden gust of wind hit me, blowing my night gown and cape around my body, my body cold and it made my bones ache.

“You should get home, Zia.” Vladimir stated, and I jumped as he took the hand that held the candle, the other resting at the curve of my back and gently leading me out of the rubble grounds. Stefan walked to my right, one hand at my shoulder and the other at my elbow, his touches light and ghostly.

“It is not safe for a lady to be out at this hour.”

“But the dogs-”

Vladimir ticks me, shaking his head. His blond locks seem to slowly sway in the air as he shakes his head. “Don't worry your pretty head.”

“Uh…” I glance to Stefan but met a hard gaze that made any thoughts of arguing subside. “Okay…”

[twilightt-fantasy]

couples costume [vladimir]

description: vlad’s mate is dressing up for halloween and needs a partner.

requested by: n/a :)

warnings: none

happy halloween everyone!! 🎃

“please, please, please vlad!” she begged, clasping her hands in front of her as she looked to her mate with wide eyes. “please, i need someone to dress up with me or the costume isn’t complete!”

vladimir ignored her pleading eyes. “there is no way you are getting me into that costume, my love. dress up with one of your friends.”

vlad’s mate’s friend group was throwing a big halloween party that evening and everyone was dressing up. she already had her costume - she’d be going as a princess and she needed vlad to be her prince.

“i can’t. i need a boy - you are a boy. therefore, i need you to go with me.” she whined, moving to drape herself over his lap, purposely nudging the book he was reading further out of his view. “of course, i could always ask another boy-.”

even though the both of them knew she was joking, vlad pushed her on her back quickly, his lips pulled back in a scowl. “not an option.”

she grinned up at him, reaching her arms up to wrap around his neck. “then dress up with me. we don’t have to stay for long and i won’t ask you for anything else… for a week at least.”

vlad couldn’t help the small exhale of a laugh. he eased his grip on his mate, leaning down to press his forehead against hers. she smiled softly at him, appreciating the quiet moments with him where he showed his softest side.

his cool lips quickly pressed against her own before he was leaning back. “fine. i will dress up with you but only for a little bit. and you will never ask me to do this again. and no pictures.”

she raised her brows at him, feeling herself grow more and more smug as the blonde vampire sighed again. “one picture.”

she could only laugh at him. vladimir could act like he hated this all he wanted but she knew he would never deny her a thing. but instead of voicing her thoughts, she pressed her lips to his again. “you’re the best, thank you.”

“yes, yes.” he murmured, still close to her. “go get ready and show me this costume, so we can get this over with.”

with a gleeful laugh, vladimir’s mate did exactly that.

[imaginetwilight]

(Requested by aristocratunicorn)

“Alice, doesn’t Renesmee like purple better?” You asked with a tilt of the head. 

You were visiting the Cullen home to help Alice plan a birthday party for your favorite niece. 

Renesmee wasn’t actually your niece, but she felt like it. You and Bella were practically sisters after all.

She’s quite pretty for a human.

You tensed up suddenly. The Romanians were visiting for whatever reason and you had been feeling uncomfortable since you could understand every word they said. 

You didn’t tell them though, you didn’t want them to know you had been unintentionally listening in on their conversations.

Indeed she is. I don’t know if I’d like to eat her or take her as mine. Vladimir purred out. 

It creeped you the hell out and by the look on Edward’s face you weren’t the only uncomfortable one.

Why don’t you ask her then? She already knows everything. You could hear the smirk in Stefan’s voice. 

You’re right. In a flash you were trapped in the cage of Vladimir’s arms, much to the amusement of Stefan. Y/N, what do you think about being my Queen? He asked dangerously close to your ear.

It seems they knew that you knew all along.

[hottpinkpenguin]

Number 5- "I wouldn't mind death as long as I go out with your name on my lips" with Aro and fem!reader?

Seeking Death

a/n: yessssss as i wrote this i realized just how beautifully perfect this quote is for him, great pairing anon! this one's a bit longer and i served it up a hot side of angst. let me know what you think <3 Characters: Aro x Fem!Reader (used y/n = your name) Word Count: ~4100 | 15 min. read time Warnings: (light) Breaking Dawn spoilers, and of course angst/fluff

Note: vrăjitoare = Romanian word for 'witch'

Y/n had grown tired of the world. The longer she existed – living no longer felt like the right word – the more the planet felt like dusty decay. People were born, lived, and died all in the span of an eye blink.

She envied humans the ephemerality of their lives. It made moments sweeter, love stronger, and gave a sense of urgency to their day-to-day. For y/n, who’d been made immortal thousands of years before, time felt torturous and death was the sweet release hanging just out of reach. All the people she’d known and loved had died. The people she’d met in the years, decades, and centuries immediately after her transformation had died as well. Now, she saw a blurred parade of faces.

Meeting other vampires had once been a thrill, but at this point even they felt inexplicably dull. So many of them were so young and naïve, still clinging to the morality of mortals and basking in the afterglow of a time-limited existence. The drudgery of existing for close to a millennium would wear them down, eventually, like it had worn her down. But, in the meantime, she couldn’t stand to be around them.

So, she chose to exist far from others: humans and vampires alike. There was nowhere on Earth she hadn’t seen before, but occasionally the faintest whisper of a thrill could still be found in the solitude of nature. She chased that fleeting sensation to the remotest corners of the globe, challenging herself to go further into the wild then she’d gone before.

She’d stayed a while on Easter Island, her only company the large stone monoliths made by a civilization of humans long dead. Alaska and northern Russia had also afforded some opportunities for life away from the world. She found the cold agreed with her much more than heat, but after a century even snow-swept mountain vistas lose their luster. She called a few remote islands in the South Indian Ocean home for a time; after that, a cave in the Alps, an abandoned lean-to in the Amazon, a plateau in Tibet. She didn’t stay anywhere for too long before moving on, and she knew that her restlessness was reaching a fever pitch. Although she’d never imagined herself dying by another’s hand, it seemed that death was now a luxury she’d be made to beg for. And so, with that intent in mind, she set off back into the world of the living, hoping to find a vampire or two who would be willing to oblige her final request.

It was in her travels to this end that she first heard of the Volturi. The idea of a semi-governmental body in the world of vampires was not unknown to her; before this Italian regime, the Romanian coven had been long in power. She’d met the leaders of the Romanian coven – Stefan and Vladimir – and found them mildly intriguing for a time. She’d even lived amongst them for a brief period, but found that ruling over others was almost as boring as being ruled over. Despite Stefan’s objections (and eventually, pleading), she’d left the coven to strike out on her own. It seemed in the time since she’d left the world of organized vampiric clans behind, there’d been a change in leadership, and a rather bloody one. It was listening to the tales of the Volturi’s violent overthrow of the Romanians that piqued her interest; surely if the Volturi were threatened enough by other vampires in power, they’d be happy to rid themselves of one other potential rival. If needed, y/n was prepared to make direct threats to their rule to ensure that they responded with the violence she was hoping for.

With a plan in mind, y/n arrived in the sun-soaked city of Volterra. Y/n had lived in a region now known as Italy when she’d been transformed from mortal to vampire, freezing her forever at the age of 24. When she’d last drawn a breath, this land had been known as Maegna Graecia. Y/n supposed that, if anywhere in the world held the mystical title of ‘home’ for her, it was Italy. Therefore, it seemed tragically fitting and oddly poetic that this would be the site of her demise.

Volterra was densely inhabited by humans, a fact which surprised y/n in a vague, disinterested way. The Romanians had preferred to isolate themselves from humans, holing up in expansive, heavily fortified castles in the mountains. These Italian vampires seemed much more content to surround themselves with mortals. Y/n had little doubt that there was likely a strategic motivation for having one’s food source so easily accessible and apparently so ignorant to the threat that lived among them.

Unsure of how to find the Volturi herself, y/n decided that if she was patient enough, the Volturi would likely come to her. From all that she’d heard from the other vampires who had told her of the Volturi, they were keen administrators of their own territory and would no doubt know if an unidentified vampire loitered about long enough.

Careful to avoid the strong beams of sunshine that snaked through the narrow streets of Volterra, y/n allowed herself to explore the city, taking note of the new gadgets and unusual styles of dress that the humans wore. For all their weaknesses and shortcomings, humanity was an insatiably fad-driven race of beings, and it brought y/n some much needed amusement.

By the fourth day in Volterra, y/n finally had enough cloud cover to brazenly explore the unshaded outskirts of the city. As she meandered down a dusty road between two vineyards, a figure came into view ahead of her. To mortal eyes, he would appear a man, although y/n saw clearly the red tint on his eyes and the vaguely marbleized quality of his skin. He had dark, shoulder-length hair and was wearing an outfit of all-black. Exquisitely tailored Italian silk, y/n registered. If there was one quality that most vampires shared, it was a love for beautiful things.

Unafraid, y/n inclined her chin deferentially to the vampire by way of greeting, keeping her gaze even and her expression neutral. He returned her greeting with an interested smile, his head cocking slightly to one side as he approached her.

“Enchante, mademoiselle,” he purred, gently grasping y/n’s hand and placing a chaste kiss on the back of her knuckles. “I do not believe I’ve had the pleasure.” Y/n watched as he ran her hand through his fingers, his eyes darting back and forth as if reading something only he could see. A sad smile spread across his lips as his eyes met hers.

“You have a request for me and my companions.” His statement was not a question, and the certainty with which he said it revealed that he’d been in her thoughts. Y/n was not surprised nor offended; she’d met a fair amount of vampires who were imbued with certain powers during their transformation from mortal to immortal. She herself had not acquired such gifts, but she had assumed that the Volturi would have at least some number of their contingent with extra abilities.

“I do,” she agreed, her voice even. She watched carefully as he considered this admission, his fingers still tracing over her hand. No doubt she had quite a lot of memories for him to sift through, and she found that the intimacy of the act was not unpleasant.

“It’s a shame to lose one among us who’s seen so much,” he mused, his eyes still flicking through her memories. “Perhaps, I could convince you to reconsider.” He looked at her with hope in his eyes. Y/n was oddly struck by that. It had been so long since she’d felt cared about by another that she’d forgotten the feeling. Lonely wasn’t the right word for how she felt, for she didn’t find herself missing companionship. Unlike many other vampires, she’d never found a mate, and had largely given up on the idea. Resigned to an existence of isolation, she’d become quite comfortable with solitude. But to see another so affected by the idea of her not existing, it sparked a flame in her that she’d long thought extinguished.

She wasn’t convinced that this spark would be enough to change her mind, but she couldn’t help to smile back at the man.

“I’d be willing to hear arguments on the matter,” she quipped. The vampire smiled a genuine grin of eagerness as he let her hand fall from his.

“Please, allow me.” He offered his arm to her – a gallant gesture that earned a demure smile from y/n – and led her back towards the city.

*****

That day had been almost forty years ago. Y/n had never expected to find her mate in the Volturi, the vampires she’d planned to petition to end her existence, but fate clearly had other plans for her.

Aro had proven to be an exciting partner, and he’d rekindled y/n’s long dormant zeal for exploration. Together, they’d traveled the world, and although y/n had seen it all before, she found that with Aro it felt as if she were given a fresh pair of eyes. Sunsets were more vivid, flowers more fragrant, mountains taller.

Through their travels, Aro had introduced her to many vampires he knew scattered throughout the world. She hadn’t realized just how many of her kind there were, and she felt a certain affinity for the others she encountered. The Cullens were a particularly intriguing coven, subsisting entirely on animal blood and welcoming a mortal girl into their fold as one of their mates. Y/n saw Aro’s keen interest in the particulars of that storyline, and she felt herself similarly enthralled by the unorthodox practices of Carlisle and the handful of vampires who lived alongside him.

Although y/n was unconcerned by the threat of mortals knowing about vampires, Aro and the other Volturi were deeply unsettled by this, and it was the crux of their leadership to protect the secrecy of vampire kind from humans. To an even greater extent than his companions Marcus and Caius, Aro was particularly discomforted by the threat of exposure, and it was on this premise that he took great exception to Carlisle’s practices with the human girl, Bella.

And so, she found herself alongside the entirety of the Volturi coven – the mercurial Jane and her diffident brother Alec included, amongst others who lived under the Volturi’s protection in Volterra – standing in a large field in the Pacific Northwest across from the Cullens, an assortment of other vampires, and several large werewolves. Y/n had crossed paths with werewolves only a handful of times in her existence. They were natural-born enemies of vampires, and the only creatures y/n knew of that could kill a vampire (save other vampires, of course), so to see such a large pack apparently co-existing with the Cullens was a shock.

The werewolves bristled and growled eagerly, their sharp canines glinting in the late afternoon light. Y/n sidled closer to Aro, a coil of fear twisting around her gut. Not fear for herself, but fear for him. Aro was the leader of the Volturi, and she could practically see the target their opponents had placed on him from across the expanse of bluegrass. Next to her, Aro placed a protective hand along her back, his eyes dancing in her direction for the briefest of moments. Y/n knew he felt the same fear twining around his core for her, and the ferocity with which they would protect another was undeniable.

Tearing her eyes away from the wolves, y/n’s eyes grazed the other vampires assembled next to Carlisle and his clan. She recognized a few, including Benjamin with his smug smirk and the Denali coven, a group of vampires with similar “vegetarian” lifestyles to the Cullens. There were a few faces y/n did not recognize, including two striking Amazonian women with luminous cinnamon skin and an eccentric looking vagabond who hung back from the group near the treeline, uncertainty in his eyes.

Then y/n saw them. The Romanians. Stefan and Vladimir had aged since she’d last seen them almost 1500 years ago. Their skin was so white it was almost translucent and their bodies looked stiff with disuse. They had the same diffident, superior expressions y/n remembered. In the same instant that y/n saw them, Stefan saw her. A murderous glitter flickered in his red irises as his lips curled into a snarl, his body springing into action.

When y/n had decided to leave the Romanians, Stefan had implored her not to, and promised her a seat beside him as his equal, his mate, and the queen-apparent of the vampires. Y/n had known that Stefan’s affections for her far outweighed the benign friendliness she felt towards him for some time. Partly out of self-preservation and partly to avoid parting on poor terms, y/n had lied and told Stefan that she refused his offer based on the fact that she didn’t want that kind of power. In truth, y/n cared little for a potential mate’s power - or lack thereof; she had simply wanted to exit the Romanian coven without having to kill any of them. They’d been kind enough to let her live with them for nigh on three hundred years, and she’d enjoyed their ostentatious, violent lifestyle for a time.

Y/n saw the irony of her arrival in that clearing from Stefan’s perspective. The memory of her rebuke was fresh in his memory, that much was crystal clear from the savagery with which he responded to seeing her. And now, to see her standing next to the leader of the Volturi, the de facto vampire monarch, exposed her true motivations for turning down Stefan’s offer of eternal partnership. Y/n hadn’t anticipated meeting the Romanians here, but it seemed she had gravely underestimated the lengths they were willing to go to exact their long-desired revenge on the Volturi for usurping them centuries ago.

As these facts coalesced in y/n’s mind in an instant, she watched as Stefan, shortly followed by Vladimir, sprinted across the field. The ghostly white faces of the two Romanians were twisted into masks of bloodlust, and they were closing the gap between them with astounding speed. Acting on instinct, y/n threw her arm in front of Aro, shoving him backwards with as much force as she could muster. Aro was powerful, and larger than her, but the element of surprise worked in her favor. She felt Aro lift off his feet and begin hurtling backwards, away from the two Romanians closing in. In the distance behind them, the Cullens and their counterparts were all wearing various expressions of surprise, befuddlement, and horror. It seemed that the Romanians’ offensive was not part of the plan. Y/n hoped this would work in her favor, but she was unable to give that hope much thought before she was face-to-face with her two former associates.

Stefan reached her first. In a fit of spurned rage, he grabbed her forearm and began wheeling her towards Vladimir, a few steps behind him. Despite y/n’s initial assessment that Stefan had looked marbleized and immobile, the sheer force with which he seized her knocked her off balance. Her feet dug into the soft, muddy ground up to her ankles, but Stefan had already brought her in Vladimir’s direct line of attack. Y/n vaguely registered movement around her as the rest of the vampires and wolves assembled in the field sprang into combat. Vladimir’s lips peeled back, revealing his fang-like canines as he cocked his head, his eyes bored onto the side of her neck, his target.

Y/n had just enough time to crouch down. Stefan’s iron grip on her forearm didn’t yield, however, and she felt a sickening splintering sensation in her shoulder - accompanied by a sound like shattering glass - as her arm threatened to snap off at the root. Vladimir wasn’t able to correct, and he sailed over her head, grasping futilely at the air as he tried to stay his momentum. Before he’d hit the ground, y/n grabbed Stefan’s ankle, the closest part of his body to her, and wrenched his foot with all her might. The same crackling sound preempted the gratifying snap as his foot broke clean off his leg. He collapsed to his knee, loosening his grip on her arm, a roar of pain mingled with blind rage erupting from his throat.

Y/n seized her momentary advantage, rising to her full height and gripping the sides of Stefan’s face. She began to twist, fighting against him to wrest his head from his neck. The sides of his pale face cracked, and he snarled viciously at y/n, his red eyes boring into her. She saw nothing but hatred there, and a small distant part of her felt sadness for him. Stefan had been an entertaining companion, but his heart was shallow and fickle; one of many reasons y/n knew she could never love him.

As that spark of pity for Stefan flickered through her, y/n felt hard arms wrap around her neck from behind, lifting her off the ground. An accented voice laughed coldly in her ear.

“Nice to see you again, vrăjitoare,” Vladimir sneered as he put his arms to the task of twisting her neck. Y/n knew immediately that Vladimir had outmatched her; he was taller than she, so she wasn’t able to catch her footing, and with him behind her she had almost no chance of overpowering him, a tall order even from the front with proper footing. As y/n felt the flesh on her neck erupt into a thousand splintering fissures, she felt a panic set in.

Panic over death was not something y/n had felt since she’d lost her mortality. Even before she’d become world weary and set off on the path to seek her own demise, death hadn’t held the mystique over her that it had when she’d drawn breath as a human. But now, as she saw darkness seeping in at the edges of her vision, there was an indisputable terror coursing through her body. Y/n realized it wasn’t terror of dying so much as it was terror over not being with Aro.

Aro. She had lost track of him since she’d made sure he was clear from danger, but she knew without a doubt that he was watching. Undoubtedly, he was probably making his way back towards her at that very moment. Y/n could picture his expression, the franticness with which he would try to close the distance between them to prevent her demise. She knew his eyes would be trained on hers, gliding over her features, trying desperately to stretch out the fractions of instants between now and her death. Y/n felt a pang of regret rip through her; she refused to allow Aro to see her in her final moments giving in to pain and horror. He’d once rescued her from the edge of death; how ironic that he should now bear witness to it. The least she could do was give him an image of her at peace before she could no longer give him anything.

Y/n let herself relax into Vladimir’s death grip as she called up images of her life with Aro.

Their first hunt together, the fascination and adoration with which Aro let y/n pick her target… the shy way Aro had first shown her his chambers (“our chambers”, he’d called them) at the Volturi’s compound in Volterra… the swell of pride in his chest when he introduced her to old acquaintances he’d made across the globe, always using the term “my long awaited mate” to present her to the vampires he considered friends… the gleeful way Aro would scroll through her infinite memories, holding her palm against his bare chest with both hands…

These images, and the bone-deep serenity they conjured in her chest, allowed y/n to completely surrender herself to the inevitability of death. She waited, her face relaxed and her eyelids fluttering closed, for the final fracture before darkness took her.

But it never came. Instead, y/n felt Vladimir’s arms slacken like loose tree trunks around her neck as an ear splitting crack resounded across the field. Y/n fell to her knees, grabbing instinctively at her neck, a white hot pain radiating around her throat like a necklace. She was distantly aware of a figure stepping over her towards Stefan, who’d remained where she’d left him to watch greedily as Vladimir had made to end her. Y/n looked up to see Aro, his eyes afire with bloodlust, as he emitted a guttural growl and ripped Stefan’s head from his body by the root of his white-blonde hair. Stefan’s severed head dropped to the ground, his face still contorted in a frozen mask of shock and fear.

Aro sank to his knees in front of y/n, cradling her face gently between his palms.

“My love,” he murmured, his voice laced with horror. Y/n looked up at him, and although it had been thousands of years since she’d last used lungs, she felt breathless. His eyes poured into hers with unbridled intensity, and as he saw her return his gaze his face broke into a cry of relief. He pressed his lips to hers - messily and needily - as his hands raked through her hair. He gripped her close. Around them, y/n heard the sounds of combat lessening, and Carlisle’s gently but firmly given command of “enough!” silencing the final few moments of battle. Y/n cast a quick glance around; aside from Stefan’s and Vladimir’s headless corpses, it seemed that the remainder of the Volturi and the Cullens’ assembled forces hadn’t suffered any casualties. She noticed a werewolf limping away from the field, favoring one of its legs, and saw Carlisle helping one of his children - the surly looking dark-haired one who was mated to Bella - up from the ground.

“Why didn’t you fight? Why did you give up?”

Y/n had hardly registered Aro’s worried murmurs as questions until he repeated them several times. Gently, he guided her face back until her eyes were square with his, his palms still framing her face and stroking her tenderly, careful to avoid the ragged wounds on her neck.

“Why did you give up, mi amore? Why were you going to let him end you?”

Y/n had difficulty grasping Aro’s meaning at first. She felt her mind tiring as the adrenaline of battle wore off. Slowly, the moments she had thought to be her last slid back into her memory: the surrender she’d thrown up in the face of certain death, the peace she’d felt at recalling the beautiful life she’d discovered with Aro, all at a time when she’d thought herself entirely drained of capacity to care for beauty anymore. As the pieces fell into place, she realized that Aro had indeed been watching her at what she’d thought was the end, but that he had misinterpreted what he’d seen. He’d seen her giving up, when in fact she’d been giving over to the happiness he’d given to her.

Suddenly intent on correcting his mistake, she brought her hands to his, lacing her fingers with his as she brought their hands to his chest, inviting him to read her memories.

“Was it not enough, my sweet? Our life together?” His voice shook with emotion as he contemplated his deepest fear: that he had saved her selfishly from the end she’d wanted, and not given her anything in return.

“My love, no, I was not giving up,” she replied. She saw Aro listening and also watching, her memories becoming his as he watched her memories. His thumbs glided softly over the backs of her hands. Y/n remembered fondly the first time he’d done so, in the outskirts of Volterra, the day he’d saved her immortal life.

As she watched him read through her memories, she smiled indulgently at him.

“My dear Aro,” she murmured, “I wouldn't mind death, as long as I went out with your name on my lips.”

She saw his handsome mouth turn into a smile as the sincerity of her words soaked into his ears. He reconnected his lips with her, this kiss deeper and fiercer than the last, as he gave her his firm agreement on the subject…