Y/N is a witch on the run from Viktor and his Death Dealers... for conspicuous reasons. Along the way she makes a vital yet crucial decision that leads her to the Volturi. Aro Volturi had no intention falling in love with a mortal, let alone a witch...
Y/N's heart thundered in her chest as she sprinted down the dark and foreboding corridor. Every shadow seemed to reach out for her, threatening to swallow her whole. She was desperate to get back to Aro, knowing that his life hung precariously in the balance. The consequences of the impending action weighed heavily on her mind, driving her forward with a fierce determination. She could sense the danger lurking behind every corner, fueled by a sense of impending doom. With each step she took, the intensity of the situation only grew more palpable, pushing her closer to the edge of panic. Y/N knew that time was running out and that failure was not an option. As she finally reached the spiral stairs, she braced herself for whatever awaited her within those ominous walls.
Aro had her dagger. She knew that he took it. Only he knew the true power of the weapon he had Lucian wield for her.
Aro has Y/N's dagger in his possession. As he kneels on the cold stone floor, he is consumed by an overwhelming desire to end his eternal life. The weight of centuries of death and destruction laid heavily on his soul, and he knows that there is no redemption for the sins he has committed. The dagger glints in the dim candlelight, a symbol of all the pain and suffering he has caused. Aro raises the sharp tip of the dagger to his chest, feeling its sharp point against his cold skin. He takes a deep breath and closes his crimson eyes, ready to finally be free from this existence that has become nothing but a prison. Perhaps a prison to those in his presence. But as he hesitates for just a moment, memories flood through his mind. Memories of love lost, of friends turned enemies, of the thrill of power. And in that fleeting moment of hesitation, Aro realizes that even in death he will never escape the darkness that resides within him. With a tortured cry that echoes through the ancient, cold, dusty room, Aro drops the dagger from trembling fingers, knowing that he is damned to an eternity of torment and regret. His yearning for an escape as he looks up to an abandoned ceiling.
Suddenly, the door flung open. Aro did not turn to see who it was. He only stayed in his dark state. His crimsons stuck on the view of emptiness and his throat releasing the low cry of a man seeking refuge.
As Y/N rushed into the room, her heart pounded with fear and confusion at the sight of Aro on his knees, tears streaming down his face. Her dagger on the floor next to him. His usual composed and stoic demeanor shattered by the raw emotion of his cries. The anguish in his voice cuts through her like a knife, sending a shiver down her spine as she watches him plead with desperation in his eyes. The once powerful and enigmatic figure now reduced to a broken shell of himself before her. Y/N's own emotions swirl in turmoil as she grapples with this unexpected vulnerability from someone she had always seen as untouchable. The tension in the room hangs heavy as she stands frozen, unsure of how to react or comfort him in this moment of profound weakness.
Y/N shook the image of a rogue vampire and consumed the image of her Aro. This was not the monster she endured. He was the soft Aro she knew and loved.
Y/N made her way over to Aro with silent steps and steady hands, she kneeled on the ground next to him, an unspoken promise of support in her eyes. As she gently reached out to him, her touch tender, conveying a sense of solace and understanding. The weight of the world seemed to lessen as Y/N enveloped Aro in her comforting presence, offering a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume them both. In this moment of vulnerability and raw emotion, Y/N's unwavering love for Aro shined through as she embodied the true essence of compassion and empathy. It is through her quiet courage and unwavering empathy that she became his anchor in tumultuous waters, steadying him with every reassuring word and touch.
"Aro" Y/N spoke softly. Aro then turned his attention to her. "Y/N, why did you come back?" He asked her through solemn crimson eyes. "I will always come back" Y/N spoke. "I hurt you" Aro spoke with a heavy breath. "You didn't" Y/N placed her hand on his. He then turned his hand over so their fingers could enter twine. "How dare you attempt to leave me here, alone" Y/N spoke up. "I'm sorry" Aro then grabbed her in a tight embrace. Both on the floor holding each other. "I almost did it, I almost ended the centuries of pain. But I couldn't do it. I could not leave you, my orchid. I would rather live with centuries of pain, rather than lose my mate" Aro spoke gently. His voice carrying a passionate tone.
"Aro" Y/N investigated his crimsons. Searching for reassurance. Her own eyes filled with impending tears. "I am the monster that was going to take your mortal life" Aro explained. His crimsons were searching her eyes in return. "Could have, but you didn't" Y/N placed a hand on his cheek. Aro smiled at her slightly. Her touch creating an unstoppable form of comfort. Her mortal warmth felt like a blanket.
Suddenly, Y/N felt a surge of pain run along her lower abdomen. The same pain she felt in the corridors when she was running from Aro. She quickly moved her hand and held herself. Waiting out the pain that surged.
Aro noticed her discomfort. His eyes narrowed in concern. "What's wrong?" He was worried. "Did I hurt you?" Aro was beginning to think it was a wound from when he went rogue. He knew he hurt her. That is why he wanted to end his immortal life. He truly was a monster, and he lived for far too long. He was tired. "No, no you didn't" Y/N spoke quickly. He did not hurt her. Yet, she could not confess the true reason for her pains. She should have listened to Carlisle and had not run. But she had to. She couldn't live with herself if Aro ended his immortal life.
"Y/N, you are in pain" Aro indicated as he watched her hand grip the fabric of her dress. "I'm fine" Y/N spoke as she let go. Acting as if she had no pain. But that was a lie. She was sore and she was tired.
Aro's crimson eyes widened slightly as he looked her over in mere silence. "You are lying to me" he stated. He then picked up her hand in his.
Her small, warm, mortal hands
Y/N realized she could not lie to him. Especially when his crimsons were piercing through her. Then she noticed their hands. He was caressing her hands as usual. He was physically asking her permission to delve. This was their usual thing. If Y/N refused, he would notice. "Aro" she yelped. Aro slightly jumped. "I need to ask you something" her voice was a higher pitch than usual. Aro only tilted his head slightly. He was curious of her recent behavior. "Ask" Aro was worried about the question. "If, something happened between us, that was against the ancient laws, what would you do?" Y/N asked him. Aro could feel her hand become slightly shaky. He sensed she was nervous. This making him slightly nervous as well.
"I don't understand" Aro stated. "Would you uphold the volturi laws if you and I went against them?" She asked again. This time changing how she worded it.
"Are you asking if I would uphold law and prosecution?" Aro narrowed his eyes. "I guess I am" Y/N then looked at their intertwined hands. She wasn't sure what to do anymore.
"Y/N, there is nothing you could do that would make me take you to trial." Aro spoke lightly. "But what if it is something.... Worse? " Y/N kept her gaze down. "Worse?" He questioned her. "I mean, it's something happy. But it is forbidden" Y/N explained. Her voice slowly became a whisper.
"Would it be easier if I looked?" Aro gestured to their hands. Y/N did not speak. She only nodded. She was worried. She didn't know how he would react.
Aro brought their hands closer to each other as he wrapped both his hands around hers. Caressing her skin as usual. Aro and Y/N placed their foreheads together. Their noses touching as they closed their eyes. Aro could feel how she tightened her grip. As they sat there, their hands glued together, and their minds linked. Their breaths became in sync.
Aro was going to find out. Y/N was bracing herself.
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