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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.

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.