hii!! so glad to see fellow tumblr people still in their twilight eraaa 🥹🥹🥹 the twilight craze may have died but may the lil twilight obsessed community prevail forever 🤩🫶
i was wondering can u pls write an aro x oc fic?? if that's ok with u ofc 😭 where oc and aro were lovers but then due to some reasons got separated (with aro believing she was dead, so spice up the angst). and she has been separated from the volturi for many years and eventually joined the cullens and began living with them as an adopted cullen sibling.
but then she finally gets to meet aro and the rest of the volturi with alice and bella when they go to save edward... would be epic to see not just aro but all the other members' reactions too hehe 😁
no pressure ofc, take careee 🫶🫶🫶
Eternal Threads- Aro Volturi
The throne room smelled of ancient stone and the faint metallic tang of old blood. Centuries had passed in these halls, and little changed. Aro sat upon his throne with the same elegant poise he had for millennia, fingers steepled, red eyes half-lidded as he observed the intruders. Alice Cullen and Bella Swan came to stop Edward from his dramatic suicide attempt under the clock tower. A tiresome spectacle, but one that amused him on some level.
What Aro did not expect—what shattered the careful composure he maintained through all this time —was the third figure standing slightly behind them.
The bond that once tied their souls together snapped across the room like a live wire. Aro red eyes widened fractionally, the only outward sign of the storm raging inside him. He believed her dead for nearly three hundred years.
In the shadowed courts of Renaissance Italy, Aro found genuine companionship. Y/N, was turned in the late 1600s, not by him, but by a nomadic vampire passing through the Alps. She arrived in Volterra seeking knowledge, drawn by rumors of the ancient coven that ruled their kind. Aro, ever the collector of talents and minds, welcomed her.
What began as intellectual debates in the library deepened. Y/N possessed an analytical gift—the ability to glimpse fragments of possible futures through touch, less precise than Alice visions but profound in its emotional clarity. More than her talent, it was her mind that captivated him. She challenged him without fear, laughed at his theatrical flourishes, and saw through the layers of charisma to the lonely king beneath.
They became lovers in the truest sense. Nights spent entwined in silk-draped chambers, cold marble skin against cold marble skin, red eyes locked in silent understanding.
Newborn vampires, led by a tracker named Silas, rose against Volturi rule. Battles raged across Europe. In the chaos of one particularly brutal clash near the Swiss border, Y/N was sent to intercept a group of rebels. Aro received the warning that bodies were found—shattered, burned. One fragment of a cloak he recognized as hers, soaked in venom and ash. No trace of her remained.
Aro stood in the throne room that night, clutching the burned fabric, his expression blank while inside something vital fractured. Caius offered cold condolences. Marcus simply nodded, his own grief for Didyme echoing in shared loss. Aro withdrew for months, burying the pain beneath layers of strategy and conquest. He convinced himself love was a fleeting human weakness and never spoke her name again.
Y/N stood rigidly between Alice and Bella, her golden eyes fixed on Aro. She joined the Cullens nearly a century ago, after decades of solitary wandering. Carlisle found her in the Pacific Northwest, grieving her own losses and seeking a different path. He offered her a family and she became the adopted middle sibling—steady, thoughtful, the one who mediated between Edward brooding and Rosalie sharpness. The vegetarian lifestyle suited her reflective nature. She built a life of quiet purpose, never speaking of her past with the Volturi. The Cullens knew fragments: she once lived among the rulers of their world. They never pressed.
Alice vision show Edward death, but fragments of Y/N own future had flickered too—enough to convince her to bring Y/N along. “You need to be there,.” Alice said in the car.
Now, facing the man who had once held her through endless nights, Y/N felt the weight of centuries crash down.
Aro rose slowly from his throne. The room fell into absolute silence. Jane sharp gaze narrowed. Alec stood motionless beside his sister, red eyes flicking between Aro and the newcomer. Caius leaned forward, suspicion etched across his aristocratic features. Marcus, usually apathetic, actually lifted his head, his eyes showing a flicker of curiosity as the bonds shifted visibly to his gift.
“Impossible.” Aro whispered. His voice, usually smooth and theatrical, cracked on the single word.
He descended the steps with deliberate grace, but his fingers trembled as he reached out. Y/N did not flinch. She already prepared herself on the drive over, repeating silent mantras. He thought I was dead. He moved on. But seeing him now—unchanged, regal, those red eyes she used to drown in—ripped open every old wound.
Aro hand cupped her cheek, tears that could not fall burned in his eyes. “Y/N.” he breathed, the name a prayer and a curse. “My love. I mourned you. I built pyres in your name. How—”
“I survived the ambush.” she said quietly, voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. “I was separated from the others, wounded badly, lost for months in the mountains. By the time I recovered and returned… the rumors said you declared me lost. I heard you continued the campaigns without pause. I thought… perhaps it was easier for you.”
The words thickened the air. Aro hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their foreheads nearly touched.
Jane small frame stiffened, possessive of Aro attention. “Master.” she said sharply, “this could be a trick. The Cullens—”
“Quiet, Jane.” Aro snapped, the command laced with rare venom. His red eyes never left Y/N face.
Caius rose, cloak swirling. “Aro, control yourself. This woman abandoned our cause. She lives with vegetarians now.” His lip curled in disgust at the Cullens. Felix and Demetri shifted uneasily behind him.
Marcus voice, rarely used, cut through like rust on iron. “The bond remains. It never broke.” His gift saw the threads clearly—tattered by time and grief, but pulsing with renewed strength, it was almost painful to witness.
Y/N pulled back slightly, though Aro fingers lingered on her arm. She glanced at Alice and Bella, who stood frozen. Bella eyes were wide with shock while Alice offered a small, knowing nod.
“I chose a different path.” She said to Aro, voice low but firm. “After I believed you let me go. The Cullens gave me peace. Carlisle ways… it suits me. I did not come here to reclaim the past. I came because Edward—”
“Edward can wait.” Aro interrupted, the mask slipping back into place but cracked at the edges. He turned to the room, addressing them all with sweeping elegance. “My brothers, my guard. Behold what the fates have returned to me. Y/N, once our sister in arms, presumed lost to shadow and flame. Today marks a new chapter.”
Caius scoffed. “You would welcome back a deserter? One who consorts with the very weakness we despise?” His red eyes raked over Y/N with contempt, but beneath it lingered old respect. She fought well in her time.
Jane stepped forward, tiny fists clenched. “She left you. We all mourned in our way.” Her gift flickered unconsciously, a wave of phantom pain directed vaguely toward Y/N before Aro raised a hand to still her.
Alec placed a calming hand on his sister shoulder, his own expression unreadable. He remembered Y/N faintly—quiet conversations in the library, her patience with his and Jane youthful cruelties. “If the bond is true…” he said softly, “then interference would be… unwise.”
Aro ignored them all, turning back to Y/N and grabbing both her hands, pressing them to his chest as if to prove his heart still remembered how to ache. “Every night after your loss, I replayed our memories. I told myself love was illusion. Yet here you stand... The pain I carried… it was meaningless. You lived.”
Her voice broke for the first time. “I carried it too. Hearing stories of the Volturi expansions, wondering if you ever thought of me. I built walls. The Cullens became my family. But seeing you now—” She swallowed. “It never faded.”
Alice stepped forward cautiously. “Aro, we came for Edward. Please. This reunion… it doesn’t have to end in violence.”
Aro laughed then, the sound rich and layered with centuries of emotion. “Violence? No, dear Alice. Today there will be no executions. Edward little rebellion will be forgiven. In light of this miracle.” His gaze flicked to Bella briefly, assessing, before returning to Y/N as if the rest of the room dimmed.
Caius remained skeptical but relented, waving a hand. “Fine. The girl lives. But she must choose. Volturi or Cullens. We cannot have divided loyalties.”
She met Caius stare evenly. “I choose peace. For now. But I will not abandon those who sheltered me.”
Tension crackled. Jane glared daggers, protective instincts flaring. Alec observed quietly, calculating how this changed the guard dynamics.
Aro pulled Y/N aside into an alcove, away from prying eyes but still within the grand room. His hands framed her face, thumbs tracing cheekbones with desperate reverence. “Stay.” he whispered, voice raw. “One week. One month. Eternity if you will allow it. I will not lose you again. The thought of your death haunted every decision. I became colder because half my soul was ash. Forgive me for believing the reports.”
Tears she could not shed welled in her golden eyes. “There is nothing to forgive. We were both deceived by war and distance.”
In the main chamber, Alice and Bella were granted permission to retrieve Edward. The boy shock upon seeing Y/N with Aro was palpable, but explanations would come later. For now, the Cullens were free to leave—under heavy escort.
As the group prepared to depart, Aro held Y/N hand until the last moment. “This is not goodbye…” he said firmly. “I will visit. Or you will return. The world is smaller now.”
She walked out with the Cullens, glancing back once. Aro stood on the steps, red eyes burning with renewed purpose. The king who had ruled alone for so long now had reason to hope.
The flight back to Forks was silent at first. Bella stared. Alice smiled knowingly. Edward, once retrieved, looked at Y/N with new understanding. “You never told us the depth of it.”
“I thought it buried.” she replied softly, staring out the window at passing clouds.
Back in Volterra, Aro sat once more on his throne, fingers drumming. Jane approached cautiously. “Master… are you well?”
“Better than I have been in three hundred years, dear Jane.” He smiled, genuine and sharp. “Prepare chambers. We may have a guest soon.”
Caius grumbled about weakness. Marcus simply closed his eyes, feeling the strengthened bonds ripple outward. The guard shifted uneasily, old hierarchies adjusting to new realities.
Y/N stood on the Cullens porch that night, eyes distant. The separation ended. What came next—reconciliation, choice, perhaps even conflict between worlds—remained unwritten. But the thread between her and Aro, once thought severed, now pulled tighter than ever.
Eternity gave them a second chance. And neither would waste it again.
