Twilight Aro/Bella fanfiction
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'Of Ravens and Renevants'
At the Papal court of Renaissance Italy, Aro encounters a mind that he cannot read; a woman shaped by forbidden inheritance. When curiosity becomes inevitability, he will stop at nothing to see her crowned. Sometimes, chaos is in the blood.
A fated mates Aro/Bella fanfiction ❤️🔥👑
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An excerpt:
She dragged the blade across her palm before he could move to stop her.
Time passed very slowly.
He heard the lush sound of her skin as it broke beneath the edge of the dagger. He felt the vibrations in the air as she let out a quiet exhale. He saw the acceptance in her eyes and the almost mischievous curve of her lips.
He scented—
Gods, the scent.
It was an intense assault on his self control, blooming in the air; an intoxicating, decadent aroma that was dense with sensuous warmth and a deep, inviting honeyed-note. He'd before never associated blood with arousal - had never had cause to - but the temptation she now presented appealed to man and monster, both. If this was a seduction, it was an effective one; an overwhelming blow to his composure in every sense.
He made an involuntary sound from low in his throat as the layers of the bouquet unfolded, rich and thick and heady, clouding his thoughts until there was nothing left but the singular desire to taste.
Aro froze - for many reasons.
Shock in her actions.
Horror that she'd injured herself.
Fear that she'd cut too deeply and done actual damage.
Uncertainty in that he didn't know what appallingly reckless move she was going to make next.
A sudden, devastating urge to tear into her neck and drink properly.
The. Scent.
It beckoned, stirring a feeling within him that went far beyond thirst, seemingly caressing his most primal instincts and pulling them to the surface.
And barely a second had passed since the silver had kissed her flesh.
"Stay exactly where you are. I can't— you shouldn't— Isabella," he groaned, rendered almost helpless against the intoxicating lure of her blood. "You test my limits."
His eyes squeezed closed for a moment as he desperately tried regain his composure.
She didn't listen, turning more fully towards him, her hand curled palm up, cupping the precious liquid within. His eyes flashed in warning as she raised her palm and pressed it slowly to his mouth, drawing her hand across his face until only the tips of her fingers touched his lips. He didn't allow her to move further, catching hold of her wrist and tugging her firmly against him, his free arm wrapping around her waist and anchoring at her lower back.
He angled her hand and licked a deliberate path along the cut, his eyes fluttering closed again as his brow furrowed in tortured pleasure.
"This is my vow to you,” Isabella said breathily, feeling his lips close purposefully around the wound, “I will be yours, Aro. I am already yours, in heart and soul if not yet in name.”
He let out another wordless rumble of dark satisfaction, applying gentle pressure to draw more of her blood into his mouth. The taste of her was unlike anything he had ever sampled, silken and opulent, its sweetness unfolding slowly on the tongue, layered and deliberate, as though it had been cultivated rather than born. There was depth to it, something that lingered and drew him in, inviting further indulgence. Beneath it, unmistakable, lay something more; an undercurrent of latent power that stirred against his senses, subtle yet undeniable.
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Chapter one posting soon 👑❤️🔥
Genre - Historical / renaissance romance
Rating - Explicit 🌶️ 😮💨
Potential triggers/warnings -
• Dark Aro
• Dark Bella
• Domestic violence
• Dubcon (Bella passively performing her "marital duty")
• Discussions of contraception & termination of pregnancy (though there is NO pregnancy in this fic & therefore no actual termination taking place)
• Suicidal ideation
• Attempted SA
• Discussions of infidelity
• Violence
• Murder
• Arson
• "Traditional" vampire behaviour (human blood drinking, mating bites, possessiveness, protectiveness, "touch her and die" etc)
🚫 I currently intend for this to be a Cullen-free fic due to plans for sequel, where the story will catch up to the canon timeline 🚫
