#heidi volturi

[simpfordemetri]

This is genuinely how i see everyone who is still obsessed with Twilight in 2026 (me included)

[sleepyafcapricorn]

Hope you don't mind a 2nd request your last one was AMAZING!! Could I request the Volturi finding their mate when she stumbles across the castle late at night and they find out she's blind?

THE VOLTURI'S REACTION TO THEIR BLIND MATE

a/n: of course! i don't have any restrictions on how many requests someone can make. as long as you read the post for the request you made, i'm happy to oblige all the requests unless i'm on a break. :) i'm also really glad you liked it! i tried my best to match the scenario according to the characters.

warnings: however, since i'm trying my best to match the scenario according to the characters, there will be angst, dark content, mentions of blood, implied cruelty, toxic relationships, etc. in the movies, the kings have always been cruel. we can already see that from caius's behaviour and how aro was willing to kill his own sister to get marcus to stay, so i'm trying to match a realistic scenario to their personalities. though, the backstories for the three kings will be different since they rarely go outside. also, the casts i choose for heidi, aro and marcus differ from the ones in the movies because i imagine them to look like that, but if you imagine them to look something else, then feel free to just use that idea too.

masterlists & requests: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.

DEMETRI VOLTURI — THE CASANOVA

Demetri had been strolling around inside the castle after finishing a feeding. He had just returned to Volterra from a tiring mission, but the blood had quickly filled him up. His senses were sharper now, and it didn’t take much for him to hear the faint sound of a heartbeat coming from just outside the castle walls. It wasn’t unusual for humans to lurk nearby, often drawn in by the beauty of the place, but this time, the scent he picked up was different. Sweet and almost too tempting. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to check. Maybe a little snack. When Demetri stepped outside, he saw you standing by the wall, lightly touching the stone with your hand. You didn’t notice him at first, not until he spoke and asked if you were alright. He kept his usual charming tone, assuming you were just another lost tourist who's either clueless or reckless for wandering alone at night. Either way, it was better to lure you in gently.

But then he noticed the walking stick. The way your eyes didn’t quite focus on him, always looking away. And yet, you answered him perfectly, which made it clear you weren’t ignoring him—you just couldn’t seem to see him.

You explained that you had been separated from your friend and ended up wandering here by accident. For a moment, Demetri felt a feeling of pity. He was about to let you go, but that strong and tempting scent still clung to you, even after he had already fed. He’d never met a human who smelled as good as you did.

All these years, Demetri had one of the strongest resistance to blood, and yet here he was. Tempted, even after feeding? It didn’t make sense. Unless, of course... you were his mate.

Demetri wasn’t shocked by the idea of having a blind mate. That part didn’t faze him. What surprised him was having a mate at all. After all his years, all his killings, and yet somehow, fate still decided to bless him with a sweet and beautiful mate like you?

Still unsure if it was real, he escorted you back to town and easily found your friend by following the faint scent left on you. Later, he fed again until he was completely full, just to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating or caught in one of the guards’ illusions. But even then, he couldn’t get you out of his mind.

—

FELIX VOLTURI — THE EXECUTIONER

Felix had only stepped outside to get some fresh air after hours of nonstop work. He wasn’t expecting trouble. Just a small walk under the night sky. However, the second he picked up the beat of a human heart near the entrance of Volterra, his senses snapped into high alert. He thought Heidi had made sure no humans were lingering too close to the castle, but clearly, something had slipped past her. And honestly, if someone wandered close enough to be bitten, he wouldn’t complain. The darkness of the night made it easy to get away with things.

He approached casually, expecting some clueless tourist or maybe even a ghost catcher, but when he saw you, he hesitated in his steps. You were standing near the castle walls, lost in your own thoughts, and didn’t react until he spoke. His deep voice startled you, and you jumped back slightly before explaining you’d gotten separated from your friend. As you spoke, he noticed two things—you weren’t looking at him directly, and you held a walking stick. That was quick to stop him. You were blind, and your idiotic friend had let you wander this far at night? That pissed him off more than anything else. He knew humans could be irresponsible, but even this much?

Felix didn’t want to hurt you. He had no orders to bring anyone in tonight, and it wasn’t like you were posing any threat. He could’ve let it end there, but something about you made him linger longer—or more specifically, your scent did. It filled the air, rich and sweet, like it was made just to torture him. He found himself thinking about a conversation Marcus once had with him. Something about recognizing a mate by scent alone. It couldn’t be possible.. right? A blind girl, lost in the dark, wandering too close to the Volturi is his mate?

He didn’t know what to do with that thought. Still, he helped track down your friend and gave them a hard warning not to lose you again. His tone wasn’t harsh, but it was firm enough to make them feel it. Then he walked back to the castle at a normal pace, slower than usual, stuck in his head the whole way. The idea unsettled him more than he cared to admit. If you really were his mate… that meant you were in danger just by being close to him. He was loyal to his clan—the same one that despises humans and maintain laws to keep the peace between the two worlds. If staying away was the only way to protect you from the Volturi, then so be it. Even if it meant not seeing you again.

—

HEIDI VOLTURI — THE SEDUCTRESS

Heidi had just finished closing up the last of the evening tours, going over the schedule for the next day and politely turning away any stragglers who hoped for a late-night visit. Of course, the tours were only a cover, a system maintained carefully to feed Volturi members without raising suspicion. Heidi always made sure to tie up loose ends, checking each human off the list before nightfall. Everything was routine until she caught a scent in the air that made her freeze.

It was sweet, powerful, and impossible to ignore. Her eyes quickly scanned the area and landed on you. You were standing near the castle wall, fingers brushing the stone surface. She moved fast, holding her breath to keep control, and approached with a calm, polite voice, asking if you needed help. You explained you had been separated from your friend and had no idea where you were, but you'd overheard some locals talk about the castle and thought you might find them here. The walking stick didn’t escape her notice, nor did the unfocused way your eyes drifted. Still, none of that mattered to her because for the first time in her long life, she knew exactly what this meant.

Out of everyone in the Volturi, Heidi had always been the one who wanted to find her mate. And now that she had, she didn’t care that you were blind. If anything, she found herself even more protective. But as a vampire who's a part of the Volturi clan, the danger was evident and she couldn’t let the others know about you. Not yet. So she helped you find your friend, her smile warm but her tone sharp when she told them never to leave you alone like that again. Then before she turned to go, she quietly promised you that she will make sure to meet with you again. And those words stayed in your mind long after until you could finally meet her again, as she promised.

—

ARO VOLTURI — THE MANIPULATIVE KING

Aro had the ability to see the memories of a person just by touching them. It was a powerful tool he used to determine who was loyal and who was treacherous, and he never grew bored of it. One night, he requested a late-night snack—something light to quench his thirst before the next proper feeding. Out of curiosity, he asked for someone "innocent" as well, wanting to test whether humans truly could be as pure as they appeared. What he didn’t expect was for one of the guards to bring in someone with the most delectable scent he had encountered in years. You followed behind the guard, holding a walking stick, your head turning gently in every direction, eyes never quite settling but still soft.

When Aro greeted you, you looked confused and asked where you were, then explained that you had gotten separated from your friend and had heard of a nearby castle, hoping they might have come here to find you. All the while, Aro took your hand in his own and looked through your memories. He found joy, kindness, warmth, and something that made his expression brighten with interest. He noticed, too, that your friend had already been among the bodies drained during the morning’s feeding, but he said nothing of it. Instead, he offered you a place to stay in the castle for the time being, claiming it would be safer until your friend returned. In truth, he was intrigued—not just by your scent, but by your mind, your light. And as he continued to touch your hand throughout the conversation, his mood only improved, fascinated by a rare gem like you.

—

CAIUS VOLTURI — THE CRUEL KING

Caius wasn’t particularly hungry, only restless. The kind of restlessness that made him crave control, something to assert his dominance over. So, he requested a late-night offering under the guise of a quick feed, something clean and quiet to satisfy the itch. As always, the guard delivered what he ordered for. The scent that entered the chamber was unexpectedly sweet, enough to catch his attention for a brief moment. Curious despite himself, he turned to look, and then immediately froze.

You stepped into the room carefully, guided only by a walking stick, your head turning at every sound, and your eyes unfocused. There was no fear in you, just confusion as you asked where you were, explaining that you'd gotten separated from your friend and had heard of the nearby castle, hoping for them to be in the castle. Caius didn’t answer. He was too busy trying to make sense of the situation. He looked to you in disbelief, thinking this must be a mistake. But then your scent reached him again—rich, intoxicating, unmistakable. His expression darkened with slow, growing revulsion as he realized the truth that you were his mate.

The very idea repulsed him. Caius, a king among kings, bound by blood to a fragile, blind human who didn’t even know what room she was standing in. Fate, it seemed, was mocking him. He had always valued strength, superiority, control and now this? A weak, wandering soul tethered to him by nature's cruel joke? He didn’t care how kind you might be or how rare your scent was. He saw you only as a liability. A stain on his legacy.

Without a word, he ordered you removed from his presence—unharmed, but unseen. He did not want the others to know. He would not acknowledge it. And yet, as you were led away, the bond was faintly inside him, unwanted and inescapable. He stood there alone in silence, seething, not just at fate, but at himself for feeling anything at all.

—

MARCUS VOLTURI — THE EXHAUSTED KING

Marcus spent most of his time in the library, one of the few places within the castle that offered him any sense of peace. It was the only room in the castle not drowned in screams or dread, and the silence suited him. Aro had long since learned to leave him be during these moments, but Caius remained relentless, always sending in fresh humans under the false disguise of a rare vacation to pressure Marcus to feed—to live, to feel again. He never did. Instead, he gave the humans to the guards stationed at his side, suffering in hunger yet feeling calm in the peace.

That night seemed no different, until he heard the soft tap of a walking stick against the marble of the floors. His gaze rose, mildly curious, only to land on the figure entering behind the guard. You followed obediently, your eyes unfocused and unaware, hand lightly brushing the ancient shelves as if trying to understand the shape of the room. He questioned why you came here, then you explained calmly that you’d been separated from your friend, heard the talks from the locals of a castle nearby, and thought perhaps they had wandered here first. Marcus listened silently, already preparing to dismiss you, but then your scent reached him.

It was soft and pure and quite cruel in its beauty—a scent he hadn't encountered in all his years of mourning. The bond struck immediately, that ancient thread tugging at the remains of a heart he’d tried so long to silence. You were his mate. A blind, mortal girl lost in the castle of monsters—tied to a man who had nothing left to give. He felt the weight of fate settle heavily on him, not with joy, but with sorrow. You didn’t deserve him. You deserved a full life, not a broken one.

He sent the guards away with a quiet order and walked you outside himself, keeping his hand near but never touching. Your friend was already nearby, shouting your name in the distance. Marcus watched your face light up at the sound and felt that pull again, bittersweet and painful. He said nothing as he watched you go, only turning back when the last echo of your steps vanished. For your sake and his own, he hoped that would be the last time you crossed his path, though a strange feeling in his soul told him otherwise.

[volturi1glazer]

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[iloveslasher]

Our little Fool - platonic! Volturi kings x female!human!reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here You are now in part 3

A few weeks after the nomad incident, the entire castle had changed.

Not dramatically.

Not politically.

But emotionally.

Because almost losing you had shaken everyone.

Especially the people who loved you.

Which, much to your endless amusement, seemed to include nearly the entire Volturi.

Felix had become unbearable.

Demetri hovered.

Jane glared at staircases.

Alec followed you around with tea.

And the kings…

Well.

The kings had become ridiculous.

⸻

“Caius, I can carry my own book.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It is now.”

⸻

“My dear girl!” Aro exclaimed one afternoon. “Have you eaten?”

“An hour ago.”

“And?”

“Aro!”

“Humans are delicate!”

Nearby, Marcus quietly slid a blanket over your shoulders because “you looked cold.”

You weren’t.

But you accepted it anyway.

Because Marcus’s little acts of affection were rare treasures.

⸻

And then there were the queens.

The beautiful, graceful queens of the Volturi.

Sulpicia.

Athenodora.

And Didyme.

While they had always adored you, something about nearly losing you had awakened the mothers inside them.

Not that they’d admit it.

But everyone knew.

Especially the kings.

⸻

You had woken up from a nap one afternoon to find yourself tucked beneath three blankets.

Three.

And a note.

“You looked tired. — Sulpicia”

Below it:

“And thin. Eat something. — Athenodora”

And, in elegant handwriting:

“Come braid flowers with me when you wake up. — Didyme ❤️”

You had laughed so hard you nearly fell out of bed.

⸻

The queens spoiled you terribly.

Sulpicia fussed over your injuries.

“Sit still.”

“I’m fine.”

“You are bruised.”

“Sulpicia—”

“No arguments.”

⸻

Athenodora brushed your hair every evening.

Something she had done since you were little.

Not because you needed help.

Simply because she liked it.

And because she had once confided quietly:

“I always wished for children.”

You had nearly cried.

⸻

Didyme—

Sweet, radiant Didyme—

Loved cuddling.

She loved flowers.

Music.

Dancing.

And you.

Endlessly.

“My sunshine,” she called you.

To the eternal embarrassment of every guard present.

⸻

And somehow…

Without really noticing…

You started calling them “Mama.”

Not intentionally.

It simply happened.

⸻

“Mama Sulpicia?”

The queen froze.

Everyone froze.

Even Aro.

You blinked.

“…Sulpicia?”

She stared.

Then immediately pulled you into the tightest hug imaginable.

“My darling.”

Her voice trembled.

“My child.”

⸻

Athenodora had cried.

Actually cried.

And Didyme nearly tackled you.

“My daughter!”

Caius looked horrified.

“Athenodora, you’re crying.”

“Shut up.”

“You are.”

“Caius.”

“You are leaking.”

“Caius.”

⸻

And after that…

It simply became natural.

Mama Sulpicia.

Mama Athenodora.

Mama Didyme.

⸻

Which was how, on one particularly peaceful evening, the entire royal family somehow ended up having what Aro called—

“Family bonding!”

Caius called it nonsense.

Marcus called it pleasant.

And Felix called it “mandatory fun.”

⸻

The gardens had been decorated with lanterns.

Blankets spread everywhere.

Flowers.

Books.

Tea.

Paints.

And enough snacks to feed an army.

Jane and Alec sat together.

Felix and Demetri argued over board games.

Marcus quietly read beside you.

And Aro had somehow convinced everyone to participate in painting.

Again.

⸻

“Absolutely not,” Caius declared.

Twenty minutes later—

“Hand me the blue paint.”

You grinned.

“Knew you’d cave.”

“I did not cave.”

“Mhm.”

“I merely wished to demonstrate superior technique.”

Nearby, Marcus was painting birds.

Very well, actually.

Aro painted what looked suspiciously like everyone holding hands.

And Felix—

Felix had somehow painted a giant dog wearing sunglasses.

Nobody knew why.

Not even Felix.

⸻

Meanwhile, you sat with your head resting in Athenodora’s lap while she played with your hair.

Didyme sat beside you weaving flower crowns.

And Sulpicia made sure you drank enough water.

“You need more.”

“Mama—”

“More.”

“Mama Sulpicia.”

“No.”

Everyone laughed.

⸻

“You spoil her,” Caius muttered.

Sulpicia looked offended.

“Of course I do.”

“She is twenty.”

“And?”

“She can drink water without supervision.”

“Can she?”

“…”

Caius looked at you.

You smiled innocently.

“Maybe.”

Caius sighed.

“Hopeless.”

But he handed you your glass.

⸻

Didyme suddenly gasped.

“Oh!”

Everyone looked over.

She smiled brightly.

“Family portrait!”

A collective groan echoed through the garden.

“No,” Caius said immediately.

“Absolutely.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Athenodora smiled sweetly.

“Caius.”

He wilted.

Everyone noticed.

Felix whispered to Demetri:

“He fears his wife.”

“Smart man.”

⸻

Eventually everyone assembled.

The queens in the center.

You sitting happily between them.

Marcus nearby.

Aro beaming.

Caius pretending he wasn’t enjoying himself.

Jane and Alec together.

Felix and Demetri making faces.

The entire royal family.

And just before the picture—

You looked up.

“Love you, Mama.”

Three queens froze.

And then—

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

Sulpicia kissed your forehead.

Athenodora squeezed your hand.

Didyme hugged you tightly.

⸻

Aro immediately burst into tears.

“Oh, this is beautiful!”

Jane groaned.

“Not again.”

Marcus smiled softly.

Even Caius looked suspiciously emotional.

“Ridiculous.”

But his voice lacked any bite.

Because as he looked around—

At his wife smiling.

At Marcus relaxed.

At Aro crying.

At the guards laughing.

At you, healthy and happy and alive—

Something ancient and weary inside him settled.

Peacefully.

⸻

Much later that evening, as everyone relaxed beneath the stars, you curled up against Marcus’s side.

Aro rested nearby.

And Caius sat beside Athenodora.

Didyme hummed softly while Sulpicia knitted.

Felix and Demetri were asleep.

Jane dozed against Alec.

Everything was quiet.

Safe.

Home.

And as you drifted toward sleep, you missed the conversation happening above your head.

Aro smiled.

“Our daughter is happy.”

Marcus nodded.

“She is.”

Caius glanced down at your sleeping form.

And though he would deny it forever—

His expression softened.

“Yes.”

Athenodora smiled knowingly.

“Your daughter.”

Caius opened his mouth.

Ready to protest.

Ready to deny.

Ready to complain.

Then he looked at you.

His little human.

His ridiculous child.

And he sighed.

“…Yes.”

Aro nearly cried again.

Marcus smiled.

And the queens positively glowed.

Because after thousands of years—

Their family had grown by one.

And none of them—

Not kings.

Not queens.

Not guards.

Not anyone—

Would ever let their daughter doubt how loved she truly was.

❤️👑🌹✨

“Our Little Fool, Our Precious Child.”

[volturissideslut]

Omg i really need this

How would the guards including Heidi if its possible react to their mates pulling them a break up prank

And the poor guards doesnt realise its a prank cause reader is very good at acting serious

Head canons🖤

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝕲𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉

Jane hates pranks, especially ones like these. She just thinks that they're not funny. Now she doesn't care much when it happens to others, but her?? She's genuinely upset with you and want's a bit of space. You'll have to apologise to her and mean it because this could actually damage your relationship for the short term.

Alec wouldn't find it funny either, but doesn't want space like Jane. It scares him, the thought of you leaving him, and he breaks a little on the inside. For a while his mind races and he will need some reassurance. If you didn't feel guilty then you sure do now.

Demetri get's defensive. No, he doesn't want to break up, but you've activated his fight of flight response and he's ready to pick an argument now. He'll say things he doesn't mean but so will you, and eventually you two will make up but not before giving eachother the cold shoulder for a while.

Felix is hurt. He's incredibly hurt. Don't get me wrong he's annoyed and irritated too but the main thing that comes across is hurt. He'd ask what he did wrong, what happened between you two. (If you don't apologise to him rn i swear to god.) And yes, he's strong, he's a warrior, he's capable of ripping a mans head off his shoulders in half a second. But this isn't work it's personal. Why would you do this to him?

Heidi is another one to have a hot flash of arguments and then give you the cold shoulder. When all is said and done she still wants to spend her eternity with you, but what happened in that moment upset her. She'll make you swear to never pull any shit like this again

[agirllovespancakes]

Very much asleep

Pairing: Heidi x fem!reader x Demetri

A/N: I am very tired and should work on “One Touch” but this idea came to me when I took a nap today ❤️ up to you how you interpret the ending but I see it as wholesome myself!

Warnings: none. It’s a drabble!

The women in the red dress had seduced you so easily. She just needed to smile at you, compliment your looks and ask if you wanted to join this tour abroad in a pretty castle. One photo was enough somehow for you to feel all right. Perhaps her seduction skills were supernatural, inhuman like how she carefully explained to you that they were vampires.

The moment was quite horrifying. Just as she opened the grand doors she spoke loud enough for every tour member to hear, “have a feast my dear friends.” And before any one of them could grab you, she put her arm around your middle and kept you safe. Her voice sweet and honeylike, she told you with a whisper there that they were vampires. They drank blood to survive. And just like that, she claimed that you had to stay around. She took a liking to you.

His jaw was covered in blood. His eyes pitch black, he smirked at the woman in red and then looked you up and down. The raised eyebrows indicated this was a surprise to him.

You had not yet realised the importance of this moment. You were a gift, she said to him. Something for them to play with.

The conversation around you was terrifying. Yet you felt safe with her arm around your middle, you were holding onto her with both hands. Gulping as you looked at the man.

They were equally good looking. Both tall, red eyes, and that undeniably beautiful smile and voice. And they seemed to be acquainted, perhaps even a couple.

A couple that wanted to play with you.

You knew that could mean anything.

But the truth was that they led you to a room far from this murder room. It was cold, dark and messy with trinkets you could only describe as old and ancient.

Their touches were cold. Their looks curious and they let you get used to their space. Wrapped in an old blanket you watched them play chess. You were sitting on their bed, they sat in leather chairs with a small table, with a chess board placed on top of it, between them. Their movements were fast, yet the time between turns took ages. It was fascinating to look at.

Their curiosity grew when you started yawning, dozing off.

“You all right, sweetie?” She asked.

“I am just tired.”

She nodded before moving one of her pieces. The frown the man showed after her move made you think she was winning.

You had fallen asleep with the blanket still wrapped around you.

And they were laying next to you when you stirred awake later. His head was right next to yours. So close that you could see different shades of red in his eyes. She was behind you, you could feel her hand touching your back.

“Are you tired too?” You asked him. Did vampires sleep?

He snorted, “no. We are always awake.”

You could feel her nails raking over your back.

“We were listening to your body. Everything slowed down when you closed your eyes.” She whispered, “much slower than when you were awake.”

You gulped, frowning at the implication. “You? You hear my body?”

“Your heartbeat just quickened when Heidi said it,” the man chuckled. “We hear every sound you make.”

“You… hear my organs?”

He turned his head to look at you. His pupils grew dark as he looked at your face. You were not afraid before but this look reminded you of how they killed everyone from the tour earlier. They were very much terrifying.

“I hear your heart pumping all that blood throughout your body. Fast and steady. Delicious really.”

“Demetri, do not scare her.”

You looked at his grin. He was not joking.

“Why are you just laying next to me instead of eating me then?”

You were tired still, wanting to close your eyes and sleep again. The blanket was comforting, so was the bed. You waited for his answer.

“You are a gift, remember? Heidi wants us to play with you. It’s interesting to listen and watch you sleep. I haven’t seen a human sleeping before.”

You heard the woman, Heidi, snicker at his answer.

“We shall play tomorrow. When she has rested.”

The promise of such sounded thrilling. You snuggled closer against her torso, letting her wrap her arm around you if she wishes to. You also grabbed the man’s hand, Demetri, to hold during your sleep, much to his surprise.

You could hear them speak just before you were unconscious again.

“You did find an interesting human, Heidi.”

“I know. I saw her and I knew I had to bring her here.”

[lacontroller1991]

Secret Santa (Demetri Volturi x GN!Reader)

Main Master List || Twilight Master List

KoFi

Warnings: None

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Once a year, the walls of Palazzo dei Priori are decorated to the brim with intricate ornaments for guests from all over the world to awe at as the Christmas season comes and goes. For the guests, Christmas ornaments in an ancient medieval castle are a sight to behold, but for the inhabitants, it’s a nuisance to put them up and take them down year after year.

Despite the guard not really caring for the holiday, the kings – namely Aro – insist for “holiday cheer” to “bring warmth to the cold walls”.

“This is pointless,” Jane murmurs from below you, fingers deftly manipulating the hook before handing it to you to hang. If there is one person who hates Christmas the most, it’s Jane. 

Sighing at her complaints, you place the ornament on the large fir tree. “At least you’re not stuck with those two.” Her red eyes trail over to where you gestured and scowl upon seeing Demetri and Felix slacking in the corner, doing anything but helping with the decorating. Her eyes gleam with amusement at catching Demetri staring at you before quickly turning away, a frown on his face.

“Well, Demetri seems to be interested in you.” 

Rolling your eyes, you hop down from the ladder and stare at the girl in front of you. “He’s interested in anything that walks,” you whisper with a scoff, just enough for her to hear. Ever since you joined the Volturi, the famed tracker has been a thorn in your side and you in his. Maybe the two of you are bound to hate each other, or bound to compliment the other. In either case, you’re not one to get involved with someone who wouldn’t take you seriously.

“Secret Santa Time!” Heidi announces as she walks in, wearing a tight fitting red dress, causing Demetri’s eyes to flit to her.

“Case in point.” Jane smirks in amusement as Heidi walks around the room with a Santa hat, each one of the guards grabbing a name from the hat before carrying on with their tasks as Heidi comes to you.

Holding out the hat in front of you and Jane, Jane reaches in and pockets her paper, face void of any emotion. With an unneeded sigh, your fingers dip into the hat and play with the paper before grabbing one and pulling it out, reading one singular name on the paper. 

Demetri.

“Oh you gotta be shitting me.”

“No swapping.” Heidi quickly states with a smirk on her lips before moving on. As she disappears out of sight you quickly turn to your friend.

“Jane please. Help me out. Please swap.” You almost beg, ignoring Demetri and Felix’s eyes on you as Demetri tilts his head in interest. “Pleaaasseeeee.”

“No.”

“What’s the matter over here?” He asks with a teasing tone, hands behind his back and a piece of paper burning in his pocket. 

Turning to face him, you pocket the piece of paper and grab an ornament from the box. “I am tired of hanging the ornaments. I want to swap.”

“Vampires don’t get tired,” Felix juts in with a shit eating grin, adding to your ire.

“Well unlike the two of you, we have actually been doing what we were told.” You bite back as Felix whistles slowly and Demetri raises an eyebrow. 

“And who says we haven’t completed our tasks?” Demetri asks, but with a quick glance over to their station it’s clear no work has been done. He glances back himself and cringes. Maybe they have been slacking too much. “Ok, so we need to get on that.”

“Then do it.” Jane commands as the two back off, not before Demetri spares you another glance, a flicker of hurt and longing crossing his eyes.

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“I don’t get it. Why is she immune to me?” An all too familiar voice stops you in your tracks. Curiosity getting the better of you, you turn yourself invisible, creeping closer to the door.

“Maybe you’re not as charming as you think,” comes a nonchalant response from Felix and you can imagine him shrugging his shoulders as Demetri paces the room. “I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up over this.”

“You heard what Master Marcus said.” What did Marcus say, and about whom? “If only she would just let herself feel the bond.”

“She’s just in denial, Dem. Give her some time.” Give who some time? Are they talking about me? 

“Heidi’s plan better work.” 

“If anyone can meddle with a relationship, it’s her.” Turning from the conversation, your hands fiddle with the paper in your coat pocket. You still have no clue what to get the tracker. You know he likes painting, reading, and tracking; but aside from that you have no clue what he would actually like. 

Lost in your thoughts, your feet carry yourself to the library, walking in on Marcus shifting through some books. Immediately you bow, greeting him in a formal tone as he shakes his head.

“You seem lost in your thoughts child. Anything I can help with?” With a lip tugged between your teeth, you debate on opening up to Marcus. If there is anyone who could help you, it would be him, but should you bother him with such trivial matters?

“Yes, actually.” He gestures for you to sit on the chair across from him. “I need to get a gift for someone whom I don’t care for, but also do care for. He is a royal pain in my side, but I feel a pull toward him, and I am tasked with gifting him something for Christmas.”

“You refer to young Demetrius.” If you were human, your ears would be burning.

“Yes master. He irritates me to a great extent but I also know we compliment each other well.”

He stares for a minute, whether to build tension for dramatic effect or to think of an answer, but the more you wait the more antsy you get. “You should let yourself feel the bond. I think both of you would be much happier if you admit your feelings.” He stands, grabbing the book from the table and heading toward the door. “He wants ‘Thus Spoke Zarathustra’ first edition. He does not have that in his collection yet.” Marcus leaves the room and you alone with your thoughts.

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A sharp knock on your door stirs you from your thoughts. It is 4:25 am Christmas Morning and as far as you’re aware, you don’t have any guard duty this early in the morning. Opening the door, Demetri greets you with a smile, hands behind his back. “Good morning (Y/N). Might I come in?”

Opening the door further you step to the side and allow him in your room as his eyes trace over every decoration choice. “What do you want, Demetri?” You didn’t intend for the tone of your voice to come off as rude but it did, not that he cares.

Turning to you, he sticks out a gift, neatly wrapped in black satin wrapping paper and a red velvet bow. “I was your Secret Santa.” “Oh,” it takes you by surprise, “weren’t we doing that later today?”

He pauses for a second, his casanova persona crumbling as he struggles not to internally panic. “Yes, however, I am on guard duty soon and would not be able to participate, so here I am.” Hesitantly, you take the gift from his hand and undo the wrapping, opening what seems to be a jewelry box and gasping at what lays inside.

“Demetri. How?” Your eyes widen as you pull out your missing bracelet that you lost on a mission. It was the very last thing you had of your mother from years ago and it got torn off during a mission against newborns, never to be seen again. Until now. “Did you have this the whole time?”

Shaking his head, he takes it from your grasp and brings your arm toward him, clasping the jewelry onto your wrist. “I had some help tracking it. Then I had a special jeweler repair it.”

“This is–” you’re stunned for words as your eyes meet his. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” For a minute, neither of you speak as the pull between the two of you becomes unbearable. Snapping out of it, you rush to the opposite end of your room and grab his gift wrapped in brown paper. Rushing back over to him, you don’t meet his eyes as you hand him the gift. “For me?”

“I was your secret santa as well.”

“Funny how fate works,” he smirks while unwrapping the gift, only for his face to drop as he inspects the book with wonder. “How did you get this? I thought it’s in a museum.”

“Was in a museum. I talked with the seller. It took some convincing but I managed to work with him to sell it.” His eyes flit up to you, before pulling you into a hug, something that is uncharted territory for the both of you. 

“Thank you (Y/N). I appreciate this.”

Despite all of the bickering the two of you do, you can’t deny how right it feels to be in his arms. It feels as if nothing in the world could touch you. Nothing could harm you. Not without going through Demetri first. “Demetri?”

“Yes?”

“I’m ready to work on that mate bond.”

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Author's Note: The brain rot is REAL

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Hidden (Part 2)

Twilight

Caius x Reader

Request: Can you write a series (it can be long or short) where the reader is the daughter of Marcus and Didyme? I know it will make it not cannon but it's fiction. She meets Marcus later in life and when they do meet he sees a bond between the reader and Caius. You can come up with the rest.

Link to Part 1

AO3 Link

Chapter Warning: SMUT

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You watched Caius storm out with wide eyes.

The fuck was that?

You thought before frowning. He asked you not to hurt him, and you were giving him confirmation that you weren’t like his ex. You would just tell him, at least not intentionally.

I could treat him pretty damn good.

You thought coldly before leaving the room, too. Going downstairs, you stopped seeing Heidi talking to Demetri and Aro. They looked like the perfect unprepared audience for your drama.

Aro tilted his head at the rather annoyed expression on your face. One thing Aro liked about you, like Didyme, your facial expressions were a window to your soul.

“Are you alright, dear?”

You huffed sitting down. Sitting in silence for a moment, you finally looked up to the multiple sets of eyes looking at you.

“So, I’m going to be a lesbian. Heidi want to be my girlfriend?”

The three looked at each other before Heidi came to sit beside you.

“What happened? I don’t think Demetri would go for me being a lesbian. We’ve been together for a long time.”

Demetri shrugged before grinning.

“Y/n could join us.”

Aro gave him a look that made him apologize. Aro sat down with a small smirk.

“As much as I support the lesbian community and would be totally accepting if you decided to be one, can you explain what got you to this point?”

You poked your head up.

“I finally got my first kiss then ruined it by pissing said person off.”

Aro and Heidi’s eyes widened.

“Who kissed you?”

You met Aro’s gaze. This was either going to be a dumb conversation or your uncle would go on a rampage.

“Caius. He got mad at me because he asked me not to hurt him. I said I wasn’t Athenadora, and he went zero to one hundred. He does that a lot, doesn’t he?”

Aro had his hands clasped in front of him. He, too, knew about the bond Marcus saw between Caius and you. Aro just assumed that Marcus’ “just stay away from Caius” and Caius’ shitty attitude would be enough to keep you away…clearly not.

Heidi and Demetri exchanged glances. They had been making bets with Felix on who would make the first move.

“Damn, I hate telling Felix that he was right, but here we are.”

Demetri grumbled before joining you at the table.

“I don’t think what you said was dumb. You were giving him some confrontation that you were different. We all know that you aren’t like her.”

Heidi said soothingly. Aro blinked.

“You kissed Caius?”

You stared at your uncle, raising an eyebrow. Did he not hear you the first time?

“Yes?”

Aro muttered “oh, that’s lovely” and went back to his little world. You shook your head and turned back to Demetri.

“Well, how was it?”

“Nice…I know what French kissing in movies feels like now.”

Aro stood up.

“I shouldn’t be hearing this yet I can’t look away. You didn’t do anything wrong. Heidi is right. You aren’t like Athenadora. Darling, you have to understand that when she left, it devastated Caius. He isn’t the person that you wrong and expect nothing to happen. He has a lot of trauma that he unfortunately likes to bottle up and store away. Just give him some time. I can talk to him, if you want.”

You shook your head.

“Thanks, but don’t. I don’t want my uncle fighting my romantic battles. Something about that sounds weird. Thanks for caring, though.”

Aro nodded.

“Of course, darling. I’ll give him a scathing look of disappointment. He can make of that what he wants. Excuse me while I leave, not knowing a thing.”

When Aro left the room, you sighed again, turning back to Demetri and Heidi.

“I’m really considering joining you as a throuple…just so you both know.”

Demetri smirked.

“I don’t want Caius to kick my ass. He will get that stick out of his ass soon.”

You stood up. How were you going to face him? The two of you shared this mind-blowing, passionate kiss, and now you had to act as if nothing had happened.

“I guess we shall see. In the meantime, I’m going to get drunk.”

You replied. Heidi gave Demetri a look.

“We can go with you! Obviously not the drinking part, but we will go and keep you company.”

An hour later, you sat at a table with several empty shot glasses in front of you. Heidi, Demetri, and Felix all stared at you with concerned eyes.

“Maybe you should slow down?”

Felix suggested as you downed another drink.

“You know, Felix…you look great with brown contacts. I’m barely feeling anything…Maybe I am. I’m going to tell Caius to bite me. The motherfucker kisses me like that, then gets pissy when I try to be romantic. You know what, he just might…carry on.”

Felix pressed his lips together, fighting the urge to chuckle as Heidi grabbed your hand.

“Come dance with me. You’ve drunk enough.”

Once you were out on the dance floor, Felix turned to Demetri.

“She’s going to break a lot of hearts.”

Demetri nodded.

“Caius’ in particular. What do we tell the kings when we take her extra drunk ass home?”

Felix shrugged.

“We kept an eye on her, and she kept her clothes on. Oh, wait, Heidi just had to fix her dress. We should probably get her home.”

Meanwhile…

Caius sat on his throne in a mood from hell. He was so annoyed with himself that he couldn’t see straight. You kissed him. You actually kissed him. That was possibly the best kiss that he had ever had in his life, and he ruined it by being weak.

I was a typical useless man.

Caius grumbled. You hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, you were being the opposite. You were trying to reassure him. He could feel it. You weren’t Athenadora and were so far from it. If you had been like Athenadora, you would have been pestering him with stupid, useless wants. You hadn’t asked him for a thing...just that perfect kiss.

Why am I acting like a teenage girl?

Caius thought as Marcus came in with an annoyed-looking Aro. Both sat down before turning to look at him. Caius made note that Marcus wasn’t trying to kill him, so clearly he didn’t know.

“Why are you so moody, brother?”

Aro asked. Caius groaned.

“How about you don’t speak to me. I don’t have the patience today.”

Aro started to say something, but Marcus cut in.

“I would prefer that the two of you not argue today. I don’t have the patience for it. Have either of you seen my daughter?”

Aro turned to Marcus, thankful for someone to have a conversation with.

“No, I have not. She’s probably being the Hide and Seek World Champion. I did see her earlier with Heidi and Demetri. I’m sure she’s just fine. Hopefully safe from ridiculously hurtful idiots.”

Caius’ head slowly turned to Aro, looking at him like a lion about to stalk its next meal.

“You have about five seconds before I come after you.”

Marcus held his hands up.

“Please stop. What is going on?”

Aro turned to Caius.

“Are you telling him or am I?”

Caius raised an eyebrow.

“Fine. Marcus, I kissed your daughter…or she kissed me. Not that it matters what matters is the fact that I ruined everything and you have nothing to worry about.”

Marcus stared at Caius with wide eyes before turning to look at Aro.

“And you knew?”

Aro nodded.

“Indeed. Y/n was upset. Is it the least of your worries that I know?”

Marcus turned to Caius again. The bloody bond. It appeared that no matter what he said, the bond would happen.

“What did you do?”

Caius groaned.

“Can’t you take comfort in the fact I came out looking like a jerk and go in peace?”

“Absolutely not.”

Caius stood up and started to pace.

“We were talking, then kissed. I had a rather weak moment and asked her not to hurt me. She said she wasn’t Athenadora. I lost my temper, and here we are. I know about the bond that you saw! I also know that you told her to stay away from me.”

It was Marcus’ turn to look surprised.

“How did you find out?”

Caius glared at Aro.

“A giant bird with a big mouth told me!”

“Aro.”

Marcus groaned. Aro held his hands up.

“I had no one to talk to! You didn’t want to talk, and it was him. Besides, Marcus, you know Caius would technically be the best for Y/n. He can protect her properly. Do you really want her dating some stupid human that would break her heart and die? Do you want to see her hurt?”

Marcus glared at Caius again.

“Look what he’s gone and done.”

“He has trauma.”

Aro said, trying to sound soothing. Caius stopped pacing to glare at the other kings. Aro was back to being close to being attacked.

“He can hear you.”

Aro smirked.

“I think we need to allow events to happen and see how it goes. Marcus, you’re her father, and you will always worry, but remember, they will be here where you can see everything.”

Marcus wasn’t happy. He didn’t like the situation one bit. Marcus knew Caius’ temper and tendency to be a sadist. Did Marcus think Caius would intentionally hurt you? He didn’t know. The last thing Marcus wanted was for you to be injured in one of Caius’ fucked up moods.

Marcus knew that Caius was good to Athenadora. In fact, he spoiled her. He could only hope that if things progressed between the two of you, Caius would be as good to you.

“Fine.”

Marcus said while Caius sat down with a huff.

“If he hurts her…”

Aro held up a hand.

“Then I’ll let the two of you deal with each other. Whoever is in the wrong will have to deal with the consequences of their actions."

A few hours later, Felix walked in with your sleeping body in his arms. Aro, Marcus, and Caius all stood with matching expressions on concern on their faces.

“What the hell?”

Caius snapped as Marcus reached out to take you from Felix.

“She wanted to go out drinking, and she did. We were with her. Fascinating how half-breeds have such a large alcohol tolerance. We kept her safe.”

Heidi handed Aro one of your shoes.

“She kept her clothes on, but we aren’t sure where her other shoe went. I’ll go find some medicine for tomorrow. I think she will need it.”

Aro nodded, looking at your one shoe.

“I think that may be a good idea.”

Both Felix and Heidi glanced at a very annoyed Caius. That was all the proof that they needed to see that Caius cared.

The next morning, you woke up at the bottom of your bed. It wasn’t often that you slept; it usually seemed to be when you were drunk. Sitting up, you rubbed your hand over your eyes.

This is why I don’t drink. Christ on a cracker, this sucks.

You thought before getting up. The last memories you had of the night before were dancing with Heidi. Somehow, you got home and in bed. You made a mental note to thank whoever it was.

Walking out of your room and into the throne room, you were met with automatic frowns from Marcus, Aro, and Caius.

“Good morning to you all, too.”

You said as Marcus stood up.

“What were you thinking last night?”

You groaned as Aro stood and started walking circles around you.

“I watched Supernatural, and the angel drank a liquor store. I decided to give it a shot. I don’t recommend it. Why are you circling me like that? Are you trying to be a vulture?”

Aro sighed.

“Because if you were hungover, this would make you dizzy.”

You groaned.

“Congratulations, I am hungover. I’m about to ruin your fancy shoes.”

Marcus hadn’t looked away from your face. Aro quickly stepped back. He spent too much money on the shoes that he was wearing to be vomited on.

“You could have been hurt, darling. I would like you to be more careful.”

You nodded, not feeling like arguing. Glancing at Caius, he glared at you as if you had personally offended him. At least he didn’t come along. You could have slept with him and dipped before the sun came up, but you didn’t.

I have some morals.

You thought with a cheeky smirk.

“Okay, no more benders for me. Can I go?”

Marcus nodded as Aro attempted to fix your hair.

“Yes, dear.”

You turned and walked from the room without another word. It was time to go nurse your poor, pathetic self back to health and happiness. It would have been great to nurse this hangover with but you had to work with what you had. At the moment, that was a lot of nothing.

An hour later, you lay looking out at the gloomy mid-morning afternoon.

“I hope you know what you did was incredibly stupid.”

Frowning, you looked up, seeing Caius glaring at you. He stood with that haughty frown on his face, glaring at you as if he were surveying a bug.

“Yeah, I got the message. Wait, how the fuck did you find me? I’m hiding.”

Caius raised an eyebrow. Was this the bond in the making?

“I just found you. How could you think going out with humans was a good idea? You could have been hurt.”

“And I know how to fight. Caius, if you are going to stand here and berate me, at least lower your volume. Like I told Aro, I will ruin your fancy shoes.”

Caius crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m barely speaking to you.”

“Oh.”

You replied before putting your head back down on the pillow.

“It was still stupid.”

You sat back up, a little too quickly.

“You don’t get to boss me around. You think one kiss gives you that right? You can go fuck right off.”

Those words left your mouth before you even thought of the weight. If Caius was going to kill you, this would be a great moment for it. Instead, he looked rather amused.

“You’re so pathetically sassy. Even if you did gain a man’s attention, that mouth of yours would drive them crazy.”

“Yet here you stand.”

You replied. Caius sighed, sounding defeated. You really were the most difficult woman that he had ever come across. He could walk away, but he didn’t want to at the same time. Moving to sit down beside you, Caius watched as you put a hand over your eyes.

“I assume you have a headache.”

“You would be right.”

You said, wishing that mortal pain pills would touch this shit show of a headache.

“Come here.”

Your hand lowered slowly. For a moment, you thought you were delirious. Caius stared at you with his typical frown, but something was different. His voice had a slight softness to it, like the day before when he asked you not to hurt him.

"I said, come here."

Without needing to be told twice, you carefully crawled onto Caius’ lap. Placing a leg on either side of his body, you snuggled your face against his shoulder.

The fuck is this?

You thought, keeping one eye open. Is this when he killed you? Closing your eyes, you breathed in his scent. This was intimate, like the kiss. You made a mental note to try not to say anything stupid.

“Stop worrying about things that do not matter at this moment.”

Caius said as his hand stroked up through your hair. Lying his cheek against your head, Caius closed his eyes. Marcus was right. This was a bond. This was the proverbial lightning striking his heart, and Caius no longer cared.

He thought that he had felt this with Athenadora. It turns out that Caius was very wrong. He tolerated Athenadora. You were different. You would keep him on his toes. Caius was ready to tear anyone apart when it came to you.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before Caius spoke.

“Be mine.”

You sat up, looking at him carefully.

“Please don’t play games with me. I’m feeling fragile.”

Something in Caius’ eyes was different. This was the look that would only be reserved for you.

“You? Fragile? Oh please. I’m sorry about yesterday. You didn’t deserve that. She wasn’t worth getting that upset over. I only thought that she was. You’re different…we have a bond. Your father saw it too. You should feel grateful. That’s my once-in-a-century apology.”

“To think my father told me to stay away from you.”

Caius rolled his eyes.

“I gave him hell over it, too.”

“That’s probably how you found me when I was hiding.”

Caius’ eyes rolled up to your face.

“I’ll always be able to find you. I can’t stay away…no matter what your insane uncle and father have to say.”

You winced thinking about how Marcus and Aro had to behave. It probably wasn’t a pretty sight.

“How you haven’t choked them by now is a mystery to me.”

Caius smirked.

“Unending mercy, my darling. Now enough talking about them, I want to taste those perfect lips again.”

Caius quickly pulled you into another hungry kiss. This kiss rivaled the one from the day before. If you could have been left breathless, this would have been the one that could have done you in.

When you pulled away, you kept your mouth close. If he wanted to kiss again, you wouldn’t object.

“God, you’re dreamy.”

You murmured. Caius gave you one of those rare smiles that you would soon come to adore.

“You get the side of me that no one else sees. It’s a rarity. I hope you enjoy it.”

“I do. I’m glad I decided not to be a lesbian.”

Caius’ red eyes fluttered open. He immediately looked confused.

“I’m sorry?”

You giggled, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger.

“I told Heidi that I was going to be a lesbian after our little tiff yesterday. I don’t want to kiss another man like. It’s hard to beat a first kiss like that.”

Caius’ eyes widened. Your first kiss? He was your first kiss?

“That was your first kiss?”

He asked. You nodded.

“It was nice too.”

Caius rolled his eyes. Maybe the kiss was nice, but the situation sucked ass.

“Minus my ridiculous tantrum. I can, at least, make sealing our bond romantic.”

He watched your face for any signs of apprehension.

“And that’s done how?”

You questioned. Caius reached up, cupping your cheek. You were his weakness. If he needed to find an Achilles heel for himself, you were it.

“Sex.”

He said simply.

Oh, hot damn, I am getting all of my firsts with this man.

You thought before giggling nervously.

“Oh…well….I wouldn’t complain. I uh have never done that before.”

Caius smirked.

“I had a feeling. Considering you have never been kissed, I would have been astounded and worried if you had sex with some other man. I would also want to tear him to shreds.”

You unbuttoned the first three buttons of Caius’ red shirt.

“Maybe we should get that part officially taken care of?”

Caius pulled you a little more tightly against him.

“You don’t seem so cocky now, love. Look at you, wanting to give yourself to me so quickly.”

“Oh I’m still cocky. I’m just giving you a reason not to shred some random dude to shreds.”

Caius chuckled. That mouth of yours was going to be the death of him yet.

“We do this, and I can’t stay away.”

“Who said I wanted you to?”

You replied. That was enough for Caius. He stood keeping your body in his arms.

“I’m not gentle, Y/n. I’ll be gentle with you this once, but after that, you get what you get.”

Caius wasn’t stopping. Now that he had your consent, you were all his. There would be no worry about having to potentially kill some other vampire over you. You were his queen, and anyone who tried anything would be dead.

Dead is good enough.

Caius thought coldly as he closed the door to his chambers with his foot.

“You have one more chance to back out.”

Caius said, carefully. He knew that you wouldn’t, but it would look better than just having his way with you and not being considerate. You finished unbuttoning his shirt before batting your eyes.

“If I didn’t want to be with you, I would have kneed you in the balls by now.”

You were relieved when Caius chuckled.

“Something tells me that you would do just that, too.”

Stroking your hand down his chest, you stopped at a scar that ran across.

“Werewolves.”

Caius said simply. The anger had returned to his eyes. You nodded and began to undo your dress.

“You’re still perfect.”

You commented as your dress dropped. Caius’ eyes widened, looking over your nearly naked body. Chuckling, you took his hand and placed it on your breast.

“No matter the species, when a man sees a pair of boobs, he goes to pieces.”

Caius shook his head.

“Stop being a comedian and get into the moment.”

He reached out and ripped the bra right off your chest. You blinked a few times as he lifted your body and carried you to the bed.

“Too bad that I can’t just keep you naked. In here, that’s what it’s going to be.”

Dropping you on the bed, Caius wiggled out of the rest of his clothes before taking his place over you.

“This will hurt.”

You nodded. There had been enough stories for you to know this wasn’t going to be a painless task. Judging from his size, you weren’t about to get away pain-free.

“I know.”

You said. Caius raised an eyebrow as he toyed with your nipple.

“You don’t sound so bloody sure of yourself now, darling.”

Rolling your eyes, you reached up and pulled him down for another kiss.

“Shut up and get to work.”

You grumbled, earning a small laugh from him. Caius teased your lips a little longer before kissing and licking his way to your breasts. The moment his mouth locked on your nipple, you whimpered. Caius slipped his hand between your body to tease your clit. Your hips jerked and your back arched.

His red eyes rolled to your face.

“Easy, love. You’ll have to get used to me touching you. I’m going to be spending a lot of time touching you.”

Caius went back to sucking hungrily at your nipples. He bit down enough to draw blood. Caius closed his eyes, his tongue licking every drop.

“You taste like heaven, my darling.”

Lifting up, Caius moved up enough to kiss you once more, his tongue teasing yours.

“Now for what I really want.”

Kissing his way back down your body, Caius slipped off of the bed onto his knees. He watched your face for any signs of regret. Seeing none, he gently spread your legs apart. Biting his lip, the swell of desire returned yet again.

She’s all mine.

Caius thought before moving to kiss your inner thighs.

“These will look so pretty with garters on them.”

He mumbled, making future plans on how he would dress you like his personal doll.

You gasped the moment he bit down on your thigh. Looking down, you watched as Caius closed his eyes, enjoying every drop. When his eyes opened, he looked at you as if judging how you would react to his action.

“You are heaven.”

He murmured, kissing the wound and moving back to your lower body.

“Time to make you feel good, angel. Are you ready for your first orgasm?”

You only nodded. Your snide, snarky side was off and replaced with a nervous girl that you weren’t familiar with. The moment Caius licked a strip over your clit, you nearly came off the bed.

“Easy, love.”

Caius murmured before going back to your clit, sucking and teasing you until you were gasping.

“I think this is it.”

You whimpered. Caius looked up at you and replaced his tongue with his fingers. Rubbing harshly, he watched your face for the inevitable moment.

You cried his name as the feeling of being pushed over the edge consumed you. Caius quickly moved back up to hold your face close to his.

“That’s it, angel. I’m going to keep doing this to you. You’ll only be able to moan my name. Keep going, I know you feel good.”

It took a few seconds before you could open your eyes.

“Wow.”

You murmured as Caius leaned in to kiss you.

“Did you like that?”

You nodded.

“I see what the movies are talking about now.”

Caius chuckled, letting his fingers go back to stroking your pussy. This time, he stopped at your opening.

“Wait until I get inside of you.”

You swallowed, spreading your legs a bit more.

“Hurry up already.”

Caius moved to take his place on top of you.

“As you wish.”

He murmured before slowly beginning to push inside. With each inch, you were beginning to become uncomfortably full. You gently tried to push Caius back, but he stopped you.

“No. Don’t push me away. Just one more…l

He snapped his hips, shoving through your barrier. You cried out as he wrapped his arms around you, gently shushing you.

“It’s over, angel. You did well. I’m going to move.”

You only nodded as Caius began to slowly rock his hips. He kept a watchful eye on your face. It took only a few seconds before your mouth made a perfect “O.”

“Caius, I need you to go harder.”

That was all of the information he needed. Totally withdrawing, Caius flipped you on your belly. You whimpered as he pulled you up by your hips, then shoved back in.

“Like that? I’m going to be fucking you like this a lot. Look at me, I want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck you sore.”

You did as you were told, focusing on the delicious feeling between your legs.

“I’m close.”

You whimpered. Caius closed his eyes, increasing the speed of his hips.

“Hurry up, woman. I don’t have all day.”

He said through gritted teeth. It took two more thrusts before you were finishing again. This time, you were pretty sure the world went dark for a brief second.

Caius’ hands tightened on your hips as he moaned your name and oh god before filling you.

Neither of you moved for a moment. Caius was the first to pull away. He withdrew, then lay down beside you, gathering you into his arms. You placed your head on your chest. Neither of you spoke for a moment.

Caius stroked his hand through your hair, wondering how he was going to explain this to Marcus.

Fuck Marcus. It was my decision.

He thought before smirking at the thought of the expression on Aro and Marcus’ faces. They knew there was a bond between the two of you. They would have to accept it or get over it.

“Are you okay?”

Caius finally asked. Maybe he should check on you after a first fucking…making love…

Maybe I should be more romantic?

Caius thought as you kissed his cheek.

“Perfect. So the bond is good?”

“Yes, all I can feel is you. You’re all mine, darling.”

(Meanwhile)

Aro and Marcus sat in the throne room. Neither had seen Caius in hours.

“Do you think?”

Aro stated. Marcus held a hand up.

“I don’t want to know. Speak no further.”

Aro was quiet for a moment before speaking.

“Should we have the sex talk with them? We don’t need another Cullen situation. I don’t know if Y/n will be able to get into that condition. You’re her father. You should talk to her.”

Marcus’ eyes rolled over to Aro. If he hadn’t been sitting down, he might have fallen down.

“No, we do not. We have no information on the subject. I am not having the sex talk with Caius. You are the leader of this. You do it.”

Aro started to comment that they were better off finding a human pamphlet on the subject, but stopped when the door opened. Felix stepped in with Athenadora behind him.

Oh fuck.

Aro muttered before standing.

“Athenadora. What a surprise. “

Athenadora nodded and smiled politely before looking to where Caius typically sat.

“I came to see Caius. Where is my dear husband?”

Aro and Marcus exchanged glances. It took all Aro had not to say "You're dear husband is somewhere with my niece under him calling him daddy” but he also didn’t want to need to wash his mouth out.

“Don’t you mean ex-husband?”

Athenadora smirked.

“Whatever. Where is he?”

Aro pressed his lips together.

“He’s busy. We can tell him that you dropped by.”

Athenadora shook her head, sitting down. She wasn’t about to take this as an option. Placing her handbag on her lap, she gave Aro a small smile.

“I’ll wait for him.”

Aro glanced at Marcus again. This day just kept getting better.

“You will be.”

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