All right queen you got me once again. After reading your new chapter of A Succession of Mistakes by Demetri Dei Volturi, you have to let us know; what are Volturi royalty and guards favorite/preferred blood type? I wait urgently for your answers once again 😳
Good day dear Anonymous, and thank you for reading my fanfic once upon a time! It always warms my heart.
A lifetime ago someone questioned me about Blood & Taste, in that post I did detail how type has no significance on taste. What determines what blood tastes like to a vampire is probably our health, age and habits. But where is the fun in that?
This is entirely based on the whole Blood Type vs. Personality theory that is prevalent in some cultures.
The circular marble hall swallowed sound, its pale stone gleaming under torchlight. Daisy stayed near the wall beside Demetri—present, observant, deliberately uninvolved.
Bella, Edward, and Alice stepped forward to face the three ancients on their thrones.
Eight Volturi guards lined the perimeter. Demetri stood among them, but his attention flicked again and again to Daisy’s heartbeat—steady, alert, unimpressed.
Bella froze at the sight of the drain cut into the floor, a silent promise of what happened to those who displeased the kings.
Aro rose with delighted theatrics.
“What a happy surprise! Bella is alive after all. Isn’t that wonderful?”
Caius scoffed. Marcus barely blinked.
Aro clasped Edward’s hand and inhaled in pleasure.
“Such intensity in your thoughts. Her blood appeals to you so much it nearly sings.”
He smiled. “A blood singer. Rare.”
Bella stiffened. Edward said nothing. The room held its breath.
Daisy’s brows lifted in interest. Blood singer?
Aro turned next to Bella.
“I would love to see if you are an exception to my gifts as well.”
Bella hesitated, then allowed the contact.
Aro’s delight melted into confusion.
“Curious…”
But his curiosity quickly darkened.
“I wonder if—”
“No!” Edward snapped.
Aro barely paused. “Let’s test her immunity, shall we? Jane?”
Jane stepped forward, predatory smile forming.
Edward leapt in front of Bella—only to be hurled across the marble, writhing in agony.
Bella screamed. Alice struggled.
Daisy exhaled softly, not with fear but with recognition.
“This girl is bold,” she murmured under her breath.
Demetri’s lips twitched.
“Reckless,” he replied quietly. “And he is protective… if misguided.”
That made far more sense.
When Jane turned her gaze to Bella, nothing happened. Her smile shattered into fury. Aro gleamed with childish delight.
Edward lunged at Felix. The fight turned brutal, violent, inevitable.
Daisy did not move.
Not her fight.
Not her problem.
Not her people.
But she watched everything—every strike, every shift, every flicker of power—with razor-sharp analysis.
Felix slammed Edward into stone.
Bella begged Aro for mercy.
Alice stepped in with a vision that saved them all.
Aro was enraptured.
But before he dismissed them—
Aro’s crimson gaze slid toward Daisy, fascination softening the edges of his expression. There was no malice in it—only curiosity sharpened by centuries of seeing rare things.
“And you…” Aro purred, “a variable I have yet to categorize.”
Before he could take a single step toward her, Marcus lifted a hand.
“Aro.”
The entire hall stilled.
Even Daisy felt the shift in the air as Aro crossed gently to Marcus and placed his hand in his brother’s waiting palm. Marcus’s eyes flickered with a rare glimmer of clarity—threads of connection only he could see.
“Ah,” Aro breathed, “Demetri has found his mate.”
A ripple of shock moved through the chamber.
Felix muttered something that sounded very close to “holy hell.”
Jane’s expression tightened, irritation cutting across her youthful face.
Edward froze. Bella sucked in a startled breath. Alice frowned, futures scrambling too fast to follow.
Demetri didn’t speak.
Didn’t deny it.
Didn’t even blink.
He simply watched Daisy—quiet and focused, as though Marcus had only confirmed what he’d known from the instant she fell through that portal.
Daisy blinked, then sighed dryly. “Well. That explains the staring.”
Felix snorted. He tried to cover it with a cough. Failed.
Aro clasped his hands, more delighted than amused. “My dear girl, do you know how rare a mate-bond is among us? Especially for one of my elite guard?”
“Not even a little,” Daisy said. “I’ve known you people for… what? Twenty minutes?”
“That is precisely what makes it extraordinary,” Aro murmured warmly.
He didn’t approach her—he didn’t want to agitate her after the fight. Instead, he offered her a curious, diplomatic smile.
“But tell me, child… how did you arrive here in such dramatic fashion?”
Daisy opened her mouth—
But Demetri spoke first, voice low, precise, and controlled.
“She was pulled through a portal.”
Felix added, “Dropped into the hallway like the universe took a wrong turn.”
Aro lifted an eyebrow. Not accusing—simply attentive. “A portal? Through our walls?”
Daisy stepped forward then, reclaiming her narrative with calm clarity.
“Yes. And for the record, I didn’t choose Volterra. Someone intercepted my mission and ripped me across… whatever dimensions portals count as. I hit your floor harder than I planned.”
Caius’s voice was firm but not accusatory. “And who did this?”
“Chronicoms,” Daisy replied.
This time the ripple through the guard was confusion, not fear.
A flicker of confusion rippled across the Volturi—except for those who were there and already knew the word from her earlier explanation.
Daisy shifted into briefing mode with the ease of a seasoned agent giving a field report.
“They’re an ancient race—synthetic, semi‑robotic, highly advanced. Every model is specialized: anthropologists, hunters, soldiers. They observe galaxies. catalog civilizations. And sometimes… interfere.”
Aro nodded thoughtfully as though taking notes.
Caius frowned. “Why would such beings pursue you?”
“Because their home, Chronyca‑2, was destroyed,” Daisy said. “A creature called the Shrike wiped it out. The survivors commandeered Confederacy warships and decided to rebuild.”
Daisy paused.
“Here. On Earth. Chronyca‑3.”
Caius’s posture was rigid, not hostile but alert—like a commander gathering facts before deciding protocol.
“You believe they intend to colonize this world?”
“Yes,” Daisy answered with a calm she did not feel. “And they didn’t track my biology. Or my energy. They tracked something much worse.”
Aro tilted his head. “Worse than power?”
Daisy blew out a slow breath. “They tracked my future.”
The room stilled.
Felix blinked. “Your… what now?”
“Future,” Daisy repeated. “The Chronicoms don’t hunt the way you do. They don’t smell you. They don’t hear your heartbeat. They don’t sense your abilities.”
Demetri leaned closer, interest razor‑sharp.
“Explain.”
Daisy lifted her hands slightly in a helpless gesture. “They’re predictors. Analysts. Supercomputers with legs. In my timeline—they tracked us using the Time Stream.”
Aro’s eyebrows rose. “A device that sees the future?”
“That maps the future,” Daisy corrected. “It models it. Predicts it. Calculates possibilities before they happen.”
Jane frowned. “That is impossible.”
Daisy shrugged. “Tell that to Sibyl—the Chronicom predictor who used it to anticipate every move my team made. They studied our history, our psychology, our patterns. They extracted memories from my friends. They even hijacked temporal anomalies.”
Caius held up a hand. “Memory extraction?”
“Yep. They took everything Fitz and Simmons knew—about time travel, the monoliths, SHIELD bases, our strategies. They used Nick Fury’s Toolbox intel. They crossed centuries using stolen tech.”
Felix let out a low whistle. “So they’re like… time cops?”
“They’re like time invaders,” Daisy corrected. “And the moment they targeted Earth as the replacement for their dead world, Chronyca‑3, they ran every simulation they had.”
Aro leaned forward, enthralled.
“And what did these simulations reveal?”
“That I get in their way,” Daisy said simply. “A lot.”
Demetri’s jaw tightened.
She continued, voice steady:
“They tracked me because probability models said I would interfere. Not because of energy. Not because of tech. Because in the future they’re trying to build—”
Her voice dropped, a dark, humorless note.
“I don’t exist there.”
The Volturi reacted as one:
Caius’s eyes narrowed—calculating.
Marcus’s gaze sharpened—interest flickering briefly before fading back to passivity.
Felix muttered a curse under his breath.
Jane’s fingers curled at her sides.
Demetri stepped half a pace closer without conscious thought, placing himself subtly at her flank.
Aro spoke gently, with the calm of an ancient magistrate:
“So these beings sought to remove you from possibility.”
“Exactly,” Daisy said. “They didn’t lock onto me. They locked onto my impact. My potential choices. The way I disrupt their timelines.”
She glanced at the cracked marble floor.
“They don’t care what I am. They care what they think I’ll do.”
Aro’s voice rang with fascination and something like respect.
“How extraordinary. A foe that hunts not your present… but your future.”
Demetri’s gaze stayed fixed on Daisy, voice low and unyielding:
“They will not remove her.”
Daisy shot him a quick look—surprised, thrown off-balance, and a little warmed despite herself.
She turned back to Aro.
“So that’s the story. I didn’t come here to cause trouble. I landed here because the Chronicoms decided Earth was their next experiment.”
Aro’s smile softened—not sharp, not hungry.
Reassuring.
“And fate,” he said gently, “placed you in the one place where we can protect you.”
Daisy folded her arms. “Or where I can cause paperwork for you. Depends on the day.”
Felix huffed a laugh.
Demetri’s lips curved.
Jane rolled her eyes.
Marcus closed his eyes again, peaceful now that the truth was spoken.
Aro spread his hands with a humble, diplomatic gesture.
“My dear, you are not a threat. You are not a prisoner. You are simply… someone who requires our attention and protection.”
Caius gave a firm nod. “We are the law here. It is our duty.”
Demetri’s voice joined theirs—quiet, unwavering.
“She is under my protection.”
Daisy’s pulse jumped—just once.
Demetri felt the tremor as intimately as if it had been his own heartbeat.
Aro’s smile warmed further. “Then this shall be… most fascinating.
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The carved double doors thundered open at Aro’s gesture. The sound echoed up the marble walls like a final punctuation to the chaotic encounter.
Edward, still stiff from Felix’s assault, pulled Bella close. Alice hovered protectively at their side as Felix and Afton stepped forward to escort them.
“Go,” Aro said gently—almost kindly, though the weight of ancient authority lingered beneath every syllable. “Make your preparations.”
Bella hurried to Edward’s side, eyes bright with fear and relief. Caius’ frown deepened.
“You’re letting them leave?” he demanded, voice sharp but not cruel.
Aro sighed, an exasperated older brother appeasing a younger one.
“Dear Caius, the girl’s disappearance would be conspicuous at best. And surely”—his eyes sparked—“you see her potential.”
Caius grumbled. Marcus barely raised his eyes.
Heidi slipped quietly into the hall, her beauty disarming even in silence. Behind her, a cluster of tourists waited.
Marcus spoke at last, voice flat. “Let us be done with this.”
Aro nodded. Felix and Afton moved to escort the Cullens away. Edward shot one last, wary look at Daisy—confusion shifting into grim understanding. Alice stared between Daisy and Demetri as if trying to glimpse a future that now refused to align.
The doors shut behind them with a reverberating boom.
Silence fell.
Aro turned back toward Daisy, expression bright with curious diplomacy.
“My dear Daisy Johnson,” he said, clasping his hands, “before we proceed further, I must request a formal debriefing.”
Daisy blinked. “A… what now?”
“A debriefing,” Aro repeated, with a scholar’s warmth. “A clear account of the events that led to your arrival, the threat involved, and any potential risks to our people or our city. As one leader to another.”
Her brows lifted. “I’m not a leader.”
“You stand like one,” Aro said simply.
That startled her more than any threat could have.
He continued, “Please join me in my private study once you have rested. There is much to discuss—politely, thoroughly, and without urgency. We have fed,” he added lightly, a glance toward the now-clearing hall, “and thus are in a most agreeable mood.”
Daisy snorted softly. “Right. I’ll… keep that in mind.”
Aro bowed his head. “Demetri, show her to guest quarters.”
Demetri stepped forward immediately—smooth, disciplined, but with an undercurrent of instinct that hadn’t faded since the moment they met.
“As you wish, Master,” he said, though his eyes never left Daisy.
Aro smiled at the subtle devotion. “Do take care. She is now our guest.”
“And under my protection,” Demetri replied, quiet but firm.
Aro’s eyes warmed. “Of course.”
Demetri held the door open with effortless grace. Daisy stepped through, her boots clicking softly against stone.
The corridor was long, torchlit, lined with portraits of rulers and warriors from centuries lost. Demetri fell into step beside her—not behind, not ahead, but aligned perfectly with her stride.
“So,” she murmured, hands in her pockets, “escort duty. That normal for you?”
“For most,” he said, “no.”
“And for me?” she asked cautiously.
He glanced at her, eyes bright as garnet. “For you, it is instinct.”
Her breath hitched—so small a sound she wasn’t sure anyone could have heard it.
Demetri heard it.
He smiled, subtle and devastating.
They walked another twenty feet before she spoke again.
“You always act like... this?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re mapping every breath I take.”
“Ah,” he said softly. “Then you notice.”
She rolled her eyes, trying to hide the warmth creeping up her neck. “Kinda hard to miss.”
Demetri stepped slightly closer—not touching, not crowding, simply nearer.
“I cannot help it,” he said. “Your presence pulls at mine.”
Daisy’s pulse fluttered.
Demetri inhaled once, sharply, the sound almost reverent.
“Stop doing that,” she muttered.
“I am only breathing,” he replied innocently.
“You’re weaponizing it.”
He chuckled—quiet, rich, old as sin. “If it affects you, that is not my doing.”
“It is absolutely your doing.”
Demetri’s smile widened.
They reached a tall wooden door carved with swirling patterns of vines and wolves. Demetri opened it with a gentle push.
“This will be your room,” he said. “It is secure. No one enters without your permission.”
Daisy stepped inside.
Warm firelight. Stone walls. Thick rugs. A bed large enough for someone twice her size.
She turned back toward him.
“You going to hover outside all night?”
“If you wish.”
She blinked. “That’s not a yes-or-no answer.”
“No,” Demetri agreed. “It is not.”
Their eyes locked—charged, electric.
Daisy swallowed. “I don’t need guarding.”
“I know,” he murmured.
“Then you’re staying because…?”
“Because I want to.”
He stepped back slightly, giving her space again. “But only if you ask.”
Her pulse jumped.
Demetri exhaled softly at the sound.
She opened her mouth—
Then stopped.
“Maybe later,” she said quietly.
Demetri bowed his head, accepting her terms. “Then I will be nearby.”
He stepped back, letting the door fall gently shut between them.
Still not taking twilight requests as it stands. I'm just practicing, hehe. Hope everyone likes the surprise!😂 it came to me half an hour ago.
Intense Moment (Afton Volturi x Reader)
It was an ordinary day in the Volturi castle. You had just got done getting ready for the day and went to turn before an invisible force turned you back to face the mirror and pressed you against the counter. You could feel the cold hands on your waist, the strong force pressing your hips into the counter edge a little painfully. Thinking fast, you wracked your head for what or rather who this could be.
"A-Afton?" You asked shakily. "Shhh..." A faint whisper brushed your ear. A soft exhale brushed the side of your ear and the faintest sound of a low hungry growl. "Don't be afraid." He breathed. " You just make it all the more harder to-" You heard another inhale and a swallow. "You smell so good." He whispered, though it wasn't apparent if it was to himself or intended for your ears.
Somehow, despite being hundreds of years old, Afton's tone made it sound like he'd never known satisfaction. Like the thirst never left him and raged on like the first. Leaving him gasping for even just a drop.
"I've to tell you..." He continued and you felt a cold top of a nose brush up your neck. It made you flinch and he pressed you harder against the counter like you'd bolt and held your shoulders still. "...Aro requests your presence." He sighed out, and another faint growl was heard right behind you. "Try not to keep him waiting, little human." He breathed. His invisibility made his touch all the more prominent as his fingers curled around your shoulders towards the front and slowly down your arms before the touch disappeared at your wrists. You couldn't stop the shiver down your spine but chose to blame the cold.
Suddenly the door slammed shut and you felt alone once more. You reached over your shoulder still staring at the seemingly empty space behind your reflection and felt...nothing. He was gone. You breathed out, slumping slightly with an exhale you didn't know you were holding. You wished it had worn off by now. The novelty of the Volturi. They were alluring yet terrifying. The biggest monsters you had ever known, yet the most beautiful beings you had ever seen. And even two months later, the affect didn't wear off.
I don’t have Santiago, Caius, Heidi and Felix in this poll specifically (they are in a seperate one). Because theirs are heightened vampiric trait or abilities that are improvement of their natural vampiric abilities. Like physical attraction is not inherently a gift, more or less an improvement on an already existing trait. since I don’t know if I personally completely count Mele or eleazar as fully members as one quit the coven and Mele is a member in a genderswap twilight AU Stephanie wrote. But we are here to judge their gifts books and movies so I included them two anyways for the sake of it.
Which one in the volturi coven has most useful gift( not heightened ability)
I’d just like to preface this with the fact that by book canon, Alec and Jane are 12 and this is how I see them therefore I refuse to write them in any sexual contexts. I will write these for the other guards though as they are all adults.
Felix
Praise — He doesn’t like to degrade in any way, he doesn’t see the romance in it. He’s much more inclined to praise you for being good or taking him well. Conversely, he loves being praised because that way he knows he’s pleasing you.
Size Kink — Simply put, everyone is smaller than him and he likes it that way.
Demetri
Degradation — Exact opposite of Felix in this respect, he likes to feel powerful. As I’ve mentioned before, he definitely has a sadistic streak and that feeds into it.
Submission — If I’m honest, I see Demetri as someone who would be a very controlling partner. That carries over to the bedroom.
Heidi
Blindfolds — Whether it’s you or her who’s blindfolded, she likes the trust involved.
Body Worship — She’s absolutely gorgeous but isn’t a big fan of being complimented on it by a lover but will enthusiastically dull it out towards you with no hesitation.
Corin
Honestly, Corin is very vanilla but she is very skilled in that so who could fault her?
Chelsea
Wax Play — She likes the effect that the burning sensation has on her partner. She likes the mutual trust aspect of it as well.
Domination — She likes to take control in the bedroom. She is a very doting dom but not above punishing her sub.
Santiago
Spanking — He’s very disciplinary by nature. There really isn’t much to it other than that.
He doesn’t really have many other kinky other than that he really likes rough sex.
Afton
Being spoiled. That’s all I have to say for him.
He is Chelsea’s sub and that’s all I’ve got. I have this suspicion no one is reading this post for him anyway.
