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Fictober 2022: Blood for Blood.

Fandom: Twilight.

Prompt: “Not on my watch!”

Trope: Runaway Bride.

Pairing: Aro x Reader.

Warnings: blood + mass murder (cause Aro is that kind of crazy and Y/N is too).

A/N: just Aro taking what rightfully belongs to him (you) and killing anyone that gets in his way!

The king was rather accustomed to getting his way.

It was, after all, to be expected. A king’s whims and wishes, no matter ho terrible, are to be fulfilled at the snap of his fingers and hiss of his cold, sweet voice. He had a way about wishing, so often phrasing it as a polite request when it was anything but.

Aro would always have what he wanted, it was an unspoken law.

And what he wanted most of all was you. The king had stumbled upon you in one of his rare ventures away from the castle, wandering through the forest. Autumn had come quickly, bright and burning, and the forest was alive with its flame. Aro took in this moment, savoring the little bit of peace he could call his own...until he heard it.

A heartbeat!

It was so sweet and lovely, the sanguine song tempting Aro away from the path. There, deep into the forest, was a castle. Created of white rocks, it stood out in the burning forest like a beacon, silver and gold flags dancing in the autumn breeze. And there, hidden in the shadow of a mighty oak, was a woman. He knew at once that she was a lady or some kind, dressed too finely to be a mere servant or wanderer. Dressed in a gown of blood red and adorned with garnet and diamonds, she wrapped her black cloak around herself tightly and watched the guards carefully, waiting for an opening.

“In trouble, are we?” Aro suddenly purred.

Her body stiffened at once, heartbeat dancing a little faster as her eyes, so bright and lovely, darted over her shoulder. There he was, the beautiful stranger just a little too close as she turned slowly, Aro surprising her with his quickness.

He could have killed her.

Right then, right there and without remorse, and the story would have ended with a bloodless corpse. He knew how to strike like a viper, so quick that she would not even have a moment to cry out, that pretty little song in her ribs dying away to silence. But rather then harm her, Aro surprised even himself by only leaning closer, taking in her scent. Sweet. Like roses and sugar, she was simply divine! And he was even closer, the woman pressed to the tree as he leaned low.

A gentle touch of her hand told him everything, absolutely everything.

And it was beautiful, Aro falling for her at once. Never in his life had he been so besotted with anyone, every thought and memory pulling him deeper into her. He wanted to know more, to know all of it, to drown himself in the depths of her and never arise.

But there was no time.

She was, he came to know, the princess of this kingdom, her father’s prize. But she was no simpering thing, a touch of wildness in her little soul. So often she snuck away from the castle, slipping past the guards like a shadow to find a bit of trouble. And she’d found more then she could handle now, unable to find a moment to slip back into the castle. At any moment her absence would be discovered and then, oh, then what would become of her!

Aro certainly wasn’t about to allow such a thing to happen.

He liked a bit of trouble as well, happy to help you in your time of need. Rose red eyes glanced back towards the castle, waiting for his chance to strike. And then he had your hand in his, hurrying you along as he pulled you through the shadows. Keen and quick, Aro easily snuck you back inside the castle, slipping into the library with you.

“If anyone asks,” he whispered. “you were simply reading and forgot the time!”

And then he was gone, leaving you to wander if he’d been nothing but a dream...to your delight, the dream returned once more in the dead of night, Aro appearing in the darkness.

He could not quite understand why he had come back, only that he simply had no other choice. You had awakened something within the king and he was more alive then every, every part of his being still burning with the touch of you. So he had come back, slipping into the palace easily one dark and stormy night. Laying awake, you had watched the storm in wonder, seeing monster and phantoms within the thundering clouds and brutal lightning, quick strikes carving into the sky like a knife.

But you sensed something with you…

Something cold and cruel and lovely, creeping through the shadows. Eyes searching the bedroom, you found that there was nothing...and perhaps, a quiet voice considered, it was only your imagination, spurred by the storm. But you felt so certain that something was with you, wrapping the velvet robe over your billowing nightdress before taking up the candelabra. With your quarters in the lonely tower, your father had felt satisfied to afford you some privacy, only posting guards outside the door (the only door, at that) that lead into the tower.

Creeping down the spiral staircase, shadows danced against the stain glass windows as lighting screamed through the night.

Nothing. No one.

That was until you noticed the door to your personal library ever so slightly ajar...when you were certain that you’d closed it. Reaching out with a shaking hand, you pushed the door open slowly, a low creek filling the air. Candle light formed a shield of light around you, breaking through the shadows as you walked forward. Something was with you. You saw it slipping between the shelves, a quiet hissing filling the air. Startled, the candelabra fell to the stone floor with a clattering, flames extinguished into wispy memories of smoke.

It was him...that strange, wonderous creature from before.

You felt him again, his presence creeping close. Cold hands wrapped around you, one around your waist and another around your wrist. Pulled into an embrace, you shivered with anticipation as the man whispered something beneath his breath.

“You came back...” you murmured softly, watching in wonder as a pale hand gently caressed your wrist. “I feared you were only a dream.”

But his lips proved just how real he truly was, cold and sweet all at the same time. The stranger’s name was Aro and you knew right away that he was no knave, his true nature revealing itself through the way he spoke, the way he moved, the gentle touch of his hand. He was a king, it was revealed to you, one unlike any other. Nearly every night he could, Aro would creep into your tower and you would come to learn a little more of him.

He was charming and intelligent.

He was a brutal king.

And he was a beautiful monster, showing you his true form. Aro had stayed with you through the night, waiting until sunlight spilled through the tower to reveal himself as what he true was: a vampire. You were in awe of him, watching your lover shine in the light of the morning sun, as though he were something of the universe itself. He was star-like, powerful and bright and burning, kneeling before as Aro took your hands and raised you to his lips.

“Become mine!” Aro begged. “Be mine for all of eternity, my love, and I will become yours.”

He offered himself to you entirely and you took every piece of you lover, the passion you shared only burning brighter with each passing night.

But your father had other plans for you.

The kingdom he claimed as his own was not mighty as some but it was prosperous, the vaults filled to the brim and the noblemen fat and happy. Many wished to make good with the king and what better treaty then a marriage? And just like that you were engaged to a man you’d never even met, the entire kingdom bustling about for the royal wedding.

“I don’t want this,” you confessed to Aro. “I cannot marry this man!”

“And you won’t,” your lover said sweetly. “I will not allow you to be treated like this, my heart. Play your role and be patient, I will take care of all of it.”

You trusted him completely, Aro leaving you with a kiss before he vanished. For some time, Aro did not return...but you knew that he was there, rumors whispering through the kingdom like serpents in dark waters. Tragedy had befallen House Lyon, strange things happening here and there. Sudden plagues, fire breaking out without any discernible destroying everything it touched, vanishings. The horses fled from the stables as though something terrified them, only one left. A hunting party turned into a search party with no answer, three lords vanishing without a trace.

But the misfortune was not enough to dissuade the prince, arriving to your father’s castle with all of the pompous display one would imagine of him. The sight of your husband to be made your skin crawl with disgust, unable to even look at him for too long as you frantically searched the shadows.

And your father certainly noticed, seeing how distracted you were...and how often you seemed to vanish, the servants claiming to witness a phantom haunting the castle. He was a brutish man, the king, but he was no fool and he knew at once that you’d taken a lover, dragging you off to scold you quietly. No matter how much you denied it, your father knew the truth, furiously interrogating you.

“This is a vile accusation!” you insisted, calm despite your anger. “I am never unguarded and rarely alone, you know this to be true.”

“You lie! To your father, to your king, you look at me and you lie.”

He struck you fiercely, ordering you to the tower and doubling the guards. Blood dripped from your lips as you were hurried away, refusing to cry for him. You would be watched, he declared, like a lamb in the den of lions until your wedding came. That would be in three days, the doors slamming with a mighty blast and the heavy locks falling into place. But mortal means could not keep your love away, Aro appearing in the night once more. Seeing the mark across your face, fury flashed in his blood red eyes, demanding to know who had dared to raise a hand to you.

“My father,” you confessed. “He’s a brute of a man...this is not the first time he has struck me.”

“Then it is the last!” Aro hissed. “I have attempted to be careful with my plotting, kind even...I see now that they are unworthy of any such kindness from me!”

Aro knelt before you, taking your hands in his. Kissing softly, you felt the fear and hurt that had plagued you fade away into bliss, his kiss a cure for all of it. He had a way of doing that, your lover, chasing away sorrow with a touch of his lips or whisper of his voice.

“Say the word and they’re dead,” he whispered. “Blood for blood!”

Had you been kinder, you never would have dreamed of such a thing.

But you were no such thing and neither were they, always treated as a possession instead of a person. You had been your father’s daughter, the kingdom’s princess, and now you ere to be some bastard’s blushing bride and eventual womb. Every slap echoed in your mind, the cruel punishments when you failed to be perfect, your father drunk and screaming at you again and again...and now he would be silenced forever.

Kissing him sweetly, Aro knew your answer at once and smiled into your lips. He watched over you through the night, promising to return in time for the wedding.

You were a beautiful bride.

The gown of white and gold glittered with thousands of diamonds, veil dragging behind you like a river of lace. And you played the part well, blushing sweetly and smiling at all of the right moments, the perfect little bride.

Oh, if only they’d known the truth!

All the lords and ladies watched on as you walked slowly down the aisle, your father keeping you in a vice grip. The priest with his long-winded speech on honor and love, the king’s glare, and the groom’s drunken smile...you only smiled sweetly in return, silently praying for Aro to rescue your from this nightmare. As though he heard your pleas, Aro appeared like a war god, drenched in blood and crazed as he smiled. The wedding guests gasped in horror but it was far too late, his army appearing like monsters in the darkness,

In a brutal flash, the lords and ladies lay dead at your feet, the king and the prince soon following.

Aro took great pleasure in ripping off the hands that had harmed you, a hateful smile on his face as the king collapsed in a bloodied heap. The once glorious gown was stained blood red, the twisted faces of all you’d ever known laying around like a bloodied rose garden...and you did not care at all, happily falling into Aro’s embrace beneath the flowered arches.

History would call it a tragedy.

The royal wedding was destroyed by a brutal fire, killing all inside. Most were accounted for except for the bride, only her blacked and bloodied veil found in the heap of bodies. The kingdom would fall apart for a decade, torn between a brutal war for power, though in time peace would come again. And the terrible wedding would become a tragedy in the history books...and the poor, poor princess would become the most tragic little thing of all. She would remain a thing of legend, Princess Y/N, her ghost said to haunt the castle to this day, still wandering in her wedding gown and searching for her dear groom.

Foolish mortals!

If only they knew the truth of if, the ghostly princess becoming an immortal queen. You would haunt the earth forever and a day, still by the side of your truest lover, your king, your darling Aro!

Even all of these years later, you still loved him madly.

And the king loved you, falling for you a little more every day. Even all of these centuries later, you still had him wrapped around your little fingers, worshiping you and killing for you...and he found that he still did not mind. You were the only creature upon the earth that had any power over him, using your power only for love and blood.

All that Glitters // Volturi x Reader.

Aro gives you garnets.

Cold lips kiss your neck as your heart flutters, then sweet sound of it exciting the king in ways he cannot describe. You love him! You adore him!

And he can never thank you enough for such a glorious gift!

One day your heart will by silent and you will be as lovely as he is…but for now you are a mere mortal and he is content with spoiling you. Perhaps, he hopes, these gems might be pleasing and (they are certainly pretty). Gold and garnets glitter against your skin as Aro kisses you again and again. Sighing beneath his touch, you close your eyes and kiss him too, the sweet summer of your flesh meeting the winter of his own form…no, it can never be enough.

“Oh, it’s lovely, Aro!”

Your love is a far greater gift then glitter gold and pretty gems and he can never thank you enough for loving him as he does you. But he’ll spoil you still, dressing you like the queen you are, and loving you like lovers do:

Passionately, wildly, truly!

Caius gives you diamonds.

If one believes that the brutal king does not have a softness to him, they would be terribly wrong. You alone are his softness and the love he feels for you is his sole redeeming quality.

There is nothing to compare to your beauty, your wit, your love!

But diamonds are quite pretty and they look even prettier on you.

Picking what you like from the seller’s wares, Caius drenches you in silver and jewels and dresses you like a queen…his queen! No one else will know this, but the diamonds draped around your neck is proof of some softness of his. Kissing your hand sweetly, Caius walks with you through the castle, smiling at the sight of his dear queen.

Diamonds around your neck, roses in your hair, and his kiss upon your lips.

“Caius…”

Upon his throne, he is a cruel creature, showing no mercy to the quivering monsters at his feet. But in the privacy of his quarters, Caius will pull you onto his lap and show the sweetness that no one else has ever (or will ever) see. You’re whispering sweet things in his ear, lips nipping at naked skin as Caius sighs beneath your touch. The light catches the diamonds wrapped around and the sight makes him grin as you glitter like a queen.

His queen.

Marcus gives you pearls.

Years ago, in a moment of intense depression and loneliness, he had bought to rope of pearls…though he had not understood why.

Why did he want them?

He had no one to share this gift with, no one to love and dress in pearls and lace…he has nothing. Nothing. But still he kept the pearls, taking them out every so often to look at them and imagine…what would they look like wrapped around a pretty neck? How lovely would it be to place them around his lover?

Now he does not need to imagine.

“Catch me if you can, love!”

Marcus is smiling brightly at the sight of you, oh, how perfect you are! Dancing through the sunlit garden, your lover is chasing you between the roses and lilies, pale hands reaching out to grasp your waist and pull you into him. Laughter ripples through the air as Marcus kisses the sweetness of your neck, cold lips trialing along your skin until he meets the pearls.

Perfect and beautiful, just like you.

Pulling you away to a shady corner of the gardens, Marcus will worship you as the lovely goddess you are, glowing and glittering and drenched in pearls, as you though you had risen from the sea in splendor.

Felix gives you rubies.

They’re bloody and pretty and, oh, how lovely they look upon your skin! Red is his preferred color and he loves to drench you in bloody, bloody red.

For years, he has worn a ruby ring on his left middle finger.

And once he finds you (his lover, his darling, his mate!), he has a matching set made: a necklace, a ring, and a set of earrings. The excitement he feels when he finally gives you the gifts is wonderful, the massive vampire handing you the set of velvet boxes.

“Oh, Felix~”

Cold hands caress your skin as he dresses you in jewels. The necklace rests upon your neck and fixes the ring on your finger, kissing your hand as he does. You sigh sweetly beneath his touch as icy kisses move up, up, up your arm and along your neck. Still so warm in his embrace, Felix kisses the pulsing beat beneath your skin.

The world is silent tonight, there is only you and your undead lover.

And it will remain that way until morning light, Felix adoring you all through the night. Everything else will come off expect for those rubies, blood red gems the only thing left on your beauteous form.

Heidi gives you anything from her collection.

Over the centuries, Heidi has gathered a massive collection of earrings, necklaces, chokers, rings, bracelets, and more. There are diamonds and pearls and emeralds and sapphires, opals and rubies and topaz!

And you may have them all!

She loves to dress you up in glittering gold and silvers and a sparkling array of gems. They are lovely, yes, but she insists that nothing could be as lovely as you…especially like this.

“My love…”

Laying nude upon the silk sheets, your body is adorned by only her jewels, diamonds and pearls glittering all over your supple form. Bracelets and rings adorn your arms and hands, a shimmering rope wrapped around your neck and dripping down your chest. The sight of you is something godly, like a gift sent from the heavens above.

But even prettier are the kisses she gives you, lipstick staining your skin as Heidi makes her way to your lips and takes what is rightfully hers.

Santiago gives you sapphires.

While black, gray, and red are popular colors in the Volturi, Santiago has always preferred shades of blue. He likes the summer sky and starry nights, oceans and forget-me-nots and blue moons.

And he likes it all the more on you.

When he first found you and realized who you were to him (his one and only, his dream come true), Santiago had a gift made for you in hopes that you would one day wear it for him. And when you agreed to come away with him and become his for all of eternity, he gave it to you. Wearing it at this very moment, Santiago cannot take his eyes off of you.

The sapphires cover your skin like deep blue tears, looking so lovely.

Taking your hand in his, he pulls you into his embrace and begins to kiss the cold skin of your neck. It was there, Santiago recalls, that he had bitten you, venom still scarring the crook of your neck. He kisses the wound and grins as you sigh, hands running along his back.

“Santiago…”

He could listen to you say that for all of eternity!

Alec gives you his heart.

You convince him to attend a festival with you, the two of you sneaking out of the castle and into the city. In the darkness of the night, you dance and play, no different than any lovers dancing through Volterra…and then he sees it.

It’s a pretty thing, a red heart that glows when you touch it just so.

He wins it for your easily (though is sure to throw a loss or two in order to blend in a bit better, the both of you are already stealing too much attention) and clasps it around your neck as you smile.

“I love it!”

You kiss him sweetly and, since that night, you’ve worn it always. Sometimes Alec presses it just to see it light up because when it does, you light up too, giggling and kissing him all over again as he sighs in delight.

Eternity was never so sweet as it has been with you.

Over time, Alec will bring you many gifts (he likes to spoil you) but this will always remain his very favorite and one of his fondest memories.

Jane gives you a locket.

There are two of them, identical necklaces that she has made for the both of you. Within her own is a photograph of you and a tiny little daisy (the one you gave to her when you first met, pressed long ago). Yours shares the same photograph and a little bit of lace, ripped from the dress she had worn when you ran away together.

It’s very sweet but then again, so is she.

Though very few people will ever truly come to know Jane for who she is, you will be one of the few that know just how gentle and wonderful she cane be.

The silver heart is proof of such.

Every morning they both of you get ready together, Jane’s nightdress tossed over a chair as you brush her hair, her laying out your clothes for the day. And everyday you each place the necklace around the other’s throat, Jane stealing a kiss from your neck as she does.

“Janie!”

And you’re laughing, playing with her hair as you greet the sun together with kisses and dappled light and love.