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Eternity // Marcus x Reader.

Fandom: Twilight.

Prompt: “I’m not alone and neither are you.”

Trope: Second Chance Romance + Reincarnated lovers.

Pairing: Marcus x Reincarnation! Reader.

Warnings: none.

A/N: I did it! I finally finished Fictober! And it happened before the year was over so I’m counting it as a win, okay?

He’d been loved once.

Though it may have been hard to believe, it was true.

Long, long ago Marcus had a love that was truer then love, eternity hidden within his darling’s lips, revealed only in the way she laughed and whispered his name, in the way she kissed him. And now? Now all he had left were the distant memories of her, closing his eyes to dream of her once more. Sometimes it was fleeting, something he could not catch. The faint touch of her hand on his, a murmured whisper, things only his heart used to know.

And sometimes it was so real that it became a trace, Marcus losing himself again and again within dream of her…

But he always woke up.

Always.

And every day he lived without her and for nothing, the ghost of love hanging over him.

It was his greatest sin, failing his love in such a way. All of his promises, his vows, had they meant nothing? Had they truly mattered in the end? We all have out crosses to bear and our chains to burden us in life and in death. His was something of everything, neither living nor dying but rather...existing. Lingering. Knowing that he could never live again, love again, nor could he ever right such a wrong.

And he felt it even in the sweeter dreams, the heartbreak heavy upon him, he felt her even now.

Until you appeared.

It was like a dream, something he’d never thought he’d have again. No more then a newborn, you’d been brought to the Volturi with your coven after a rather nasty affair, Aro quite furious about the matter. It was there that he saw you, glittering in the light on the sun and looking at him with a strangeness, an almost dreamy expression upon your face. Marcus was drawn to you in a way he could describe, abandoning this throne and ignoring everything other then you.

“I know you,” you whispered, touching his face softly.

And he knew that touch, falling into it the way he always had.

It was a different hand and another face, but the same heart, oh, he knew you at once! Was it only a dream Or had his love returned to him again?

Ignoring everything else, Marcus stole you away into the sunlight, smiling as he hurried through the garden with you. But you did not question it at all, walking the path as though you had a million times before. You looked over it all with rose red eyes, reaching out to pluck a flower from the thousands and Marcus brought you to a place he knew so well. He was trembling, hands shaking as he fumbled for the key he kept round his neck, hung by a ribbon of scarlet silk. As he did, your hand reached to the ivy-smothered wall, finding exactly what you had not known you were looking for. The door had not been opened for ages, Marcus turning the key quickly and revealing the secrets within.

Ages had passed here and the garden had grown wild, smothered with weeds and tangled ivy. And yet the flowers remained, anemone and bleeding hearts and roses, always roses.

How you had loved the roses…

They had taken over the tree now, blood red blooming against the pale trunk and thorns glittering black and cruel. A silver swing still hung from a low branch and you reach out to touch the ropes softly...you had been here before, hadn’t you? Sitting right here, just as you were now, swaying in the sunlight, spinning, laughing.

He had been here too.

Here with you, laughing and chasing you through the roses, lips on your neck and glitter in your eye. Without knowing it you moved, sitting on the swing and looking up into the sky through half-lidded eyes.

And he had joined you, kissing your neck once more and smiling as you sighed.

“Something just like this...”

You did not know why you said it. It was something that had lingered in your mind even as a human, more of a promise then a phrase.

Once, you had believed, once someone had told you such a thing. That had promised it, everything and anything, and you had known it to be true, dreaming of your happily ever after and then...than what? The dreams always faded into confusion and terror, a nightmare so brutal that you had never been able to make any sense of it. Pain. Terror. Betrayal. But that did not matter now, not when he whispered so sweetly in your ear, his voice like honey and starlight as he promised you everything and anything all over again.

“Please,” he begged. “Anything you want, please just don’t leave me...”

At once you turned to him, nearly falling into his arms. But Marcus caught you easily, just as he always had, pulling you into him and holding you close. It felt perfect just like this, everything falling into place once more.

“Don’t you understand?” you asked. “I never wished to leave you, never...I’ve been trying to make my way to you ever since.”

“I’ve been here! Right here, I have been waiting for you...I was so alone, my love...”

“I’m not alone and neither are you.”

Waiting no longer, Marcus kissed you sweetly, falling into you once more. Any doubt vanished when your lips met his, love devouring him sweetly. It was the same as it had ever been, gentle and soft and so much like you. Marcus forgot himself, falling back into the tangled grass and pulling you along with him. You laughed into his lips, hands playing with dark curls, as you kissed him again and again. For hours you lay there, without care for anything else until you were disturbed.

“Brother?”

Aro’s cool voice cut through the laughter, Marcus rising up with bright eyes and flower petals in his hair. He was confused, clearly, looking between you both and attempting to make sense of the matter.

“Don’t you see?” Marcus asked.

Reaching out, you took Aro’s hand happily, laying on Marcus’s chest. At once memories flooded from your mind to his own, the king desperately searching your mind for answers and finding things he had nearly forgotten.

His mother’s voice, much like his own, singing a soft lullaby as a small child whimpered, storms ravaging the sky.

A girl calling his name, delighted over him.

Laughter and music swelling, figures dancing gracefully.

That same lullaby, sung by a man as a woman whimpered in pain, knowing that a moment of pain would be worth an eternity of love...but she had still been scared and he had still sang to her.

A frightened, dying whisper upon her lips, something so faint that it could no longer be heard...but he knew. He knew it well. Even if you did not remember, he did, shivering as the memories, that final memory, filled him coldly.

“Aro...”

Snapping out of his trance, the king forced himself to smile at the both of you, Marcus holding you close and as you looked up at him. Once upon a time, he’d been your brother and now...he did not know what this was, what strange magic this could be. But it was true, the proof was in your mind, and he comforted himself with the fact that you only claimed bits and pieces of it all.

“Welcome home, sister.”

Marcus was nothing but joy as you took your hand and returned home once again, already talking of your quarters in the tower and new dresses and everything else.

How happy he was! What a joyous occasion!

Laughter filled the castle, Marcus chasing you through the light of the fading sun.

But you did not run far and he caught you easily, pulling you back into his arms as you called him name sweetly, just as you’d done in his dreams.

“Marcus!”

There was nothing else now, nothing but you and this light, this love. He had come alive again, like roses after a long winter...never again would he lose you. Knowing now what that loss was like, he could not bear it again. And he never would, kissing you once more and knowing it now...

He was not alone, not anymore.

And he was loved.

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.

Hi, could I request more about "Being Carlisle and Esme's youngest daughter HCs:" and we have the Volturi wrap around our finger, please, thank you, and love it.

You put it, the Reader doesn't get along with Bella. I was hoping you could tell us more about that relationship. And I personally would love it if the Volturi knew that we're there since Carlisle and Esme got custody of us. They are "Cousins [ Demetri, Felix, Alec, Janeand Heidi,] Anutes and Uncles [ Uncle Aro, Caius and Marcus] to us". When Alice goes and saves Edward dumbass. We're there to save Edward, but we're also happy to see them. When Demetri and Felix came, we called them Cousin Dem and Fe while smiling. We hug Jane, holding hands with her. The Cullens knew about what we call them. We really don't care what happens with Bella, but we do care about our brother and sister. Personally, I got the feeling we don't really care if Bella lives or dies

Thank you so much 💓

P.S. feel free to message me if you need anything clarification on this

Being the daughter of carlisle and the Volturi loving you:

So I usually don't write for the Volturi so bear with me.

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So you want to know more about Bella and y/n's relationship...

So, I want to compare how Edward thinks and how Bella thinks to show the two girls relationship.

I think when Bella is finally introduced to the family she's quite jelouse of Edward's relationship with you, there's no real incureties to it, she just doesn't want girls hanging around Edward.

Bella also thinks your plan and shy, there's off hand comments on how she's discribes you, Edward on the other hand discribes you as happy, humorous, and so beautiful.

You guys are always throwing harmful comments to each other and Bella usually takes it too far.

You also hate how she's treats her father. She always gets mad and says it's none of your business and you have no idea what you were talking about.

“my parents chose me, yours just got stuck with you”

Carlisle and Esme would put a stop to it, there's been many times Carlisle and Charlie have had talks about Bella's bullying.

Of course you're parents know your not a saint in theses situation, but Bella is usually the one to start it.

“if someone pushes you, you push back” Emmett always says, which is why your never scared to decened yourself.

And since your the youngest, your basically the center of the Cullens universe, but then Bella comes along and puts your family in danger, that's your problem.

You also have a problem with Edward putting everything aside no matter what for her, your happy he finally has a girlfriend but there should be boundaries.

You especially started hating her when Edward decided to go to the Vulturi after Bella's supposed death.

You knew about the Vulturi and you became friends with them in fact, your uncle Marcus(yes, you heard me right) says your the glue that holds you all together.

After Aro found out about a human joining Cullen Coven, he showed up to see if it was true, Aro didn't really have a plan for what he was gonna do, but when he met you he saw no harm. He was in aw at the sight of the small child.

The deal was that you could stay human with the family as long as you wanted, you just had to keep the secret of the Vampires.

Honestly you see Aro as the creepy uncle, you'd never say that to his face and he'll never found out because he refuses to read your mind.

“but, Dad he creeps me out! None of the others do”

Dispite you thinking he's creepy, he'd never hurt you.

At first Cauis wanted nothing to do with you and didn't agree with Aro's decision, but the more the family interacted with the Vulturi the more he grew a soft spot for you.

Marcus is more of a grandpa than an uncle if were being honest, he's a lot older than the others and he's always been so gentle and kind towrds you.

He gives you advice and is there if you need to talk.

I don't know much about Heidi, but I figure she'd absolutely love you and is always spoiling you.

Demetri is like a big brother/cousin and you kinda have a love/hate relationship. You guys tease each other and sometimes it'll get mean, but trust me he'd kill anyone who harms you.

Your probably closest to Jane and Alec, they're both closer to your age and you three just hit it off immediately. You hate hearing about they're tragic back stories but they always tell you it's not your fault and you make they're lives better.

Then Edward left for Italy to go and execute himself 🙄

You were so made at Bella for putting Edward in this headspace and situation, especially after you found out she's was perfectly fine.

But, anyway Alice was getting ready to take Bella to Italy and you wanted to Tag along. Not because you were there to support Bella, but because you wanted to see the extented family.

Ya know... Going to Italy to beat Felix and Demetir at Mario cart again...

What you didn't want to do is see Bella getting all dramatic and telling your Uncle Aro to kill her instead of Edward.

You rolled your eyes and came up to hug Jane as she threatened to use her gift on her, she was only using like 5% of it on Edward just for ✨dramatic effect✨ . “alright Jay, they've learned their lessons”

Jane chuckled and stopped using her powers on Edward, wasn't too painful for him.

“Aw, I was having fun” Felix sighed as you ran up to him and hugged him.

Cauis rolled his eyes trying to hide his smile as Bella looked completely confused. “What just happened?”

“nothing... Just you being dramatic for no reason, they're on our side bone head, You think they'd actually hurt Eddie?”

You left Felix's arms and walked around the Castle. “by the way, where's Dem?”

He appeared and hugged you while Bella looked even more confused and kept asking unanswered questions. “aw, she's still alive”

You laughed and quickly shhed him.

“what? You think just because they're old school and basically vampire royalty they're evil? you asked Bella, you were kinda pissed off she thought so low of them.

“yeah we never said we were gonna kill him and Alice never said that either” Aro said, clapping his heads together.

You then clicked your tough, with a sarcastic smile. “well, we send little miss. Main character home and me and Alice can stay here for the weekend, dad said we could.”

Jane hugged you excited for some girl time while Felix ran around the Castle making sure you had a comfy room to sleep in.

“do what ever you want Dem, killer or set her free, send her to the moon, have her for dinner, I don't really care”

Uncle Cauis laughed as bella started stuttering as Felix and Alec came back with arms full of dvds.

“wait, what?” Edward sighed. “they're kidding”

“we could watch a bunch of TV shows, we got Bones, and supernatural” Felix smiled.

“no Supernatural, they got the vampires all wrong” Alec said.

The two boys and you and Jane both just walked off talking about what you should watch without even a goodbye for Edward and Bella. “What about Moon Knight, dad finally got an account for Disney+. It's a really good marvel show”

“ooh, I heard Oscar Isaac is in it, he's so hot” Jane said, Felix and Alec groaned as you girls started thirsting over male actors.

“they're just gonna be horny for 40-something year old men the whole time” Alec sighed, heide slapped him and told him to be nice.

Bella scoffed and left with Edward after Alice smiled and ran after her sister and Jane.

“Lators Gators” you shouted to Edward.