TAINTED BLOOD (Aro Volturi X Reader)

Immortal Mortal

The pale moonlight painted the bedchamber in shades of silver, illuminating the soft rise and fall of Y/N's chest as she slept. Aro, his features softened by a tenderness that bordered on awe, held their newborn daughter close to the window. The cool night air brushed against the delicate skin of the infant, who cooed softly in his arms, a tiny, comforting sound.

He cradled her gently, his movements slow and deliberate, as if afraid to break the fragile spell of her existence. Aro had never imagined he could feel such a profound sense of peace, a calmness that settled deep within his ancient soul. It was a sensation born from the warmth of the tiny body nestled against him, the rhythmic flutter of her breath, and the scent that clung to her like a whisper of the past.

Lavender and vanilla.

The scent was unmistakable, a delicate perfume that transported him back to the sun-drenched fields of Volterra, to the laughter and warmth of Y/N's presence. It was a reminder of her spirit, her essence, woven into the very fabric of their daughter's being. 

Also claiming she withheld the ancient tainted blood of her mother.  

Aro inhaled deeply, the scent a bittersweet melody. It was a constant reminder of the joy and the sorrow that came with their love. Y/N, with her vibrant spirit and infectious laughter, had filled a void in his immortal existence that he never knew existed. And now, their daughter, a fragile embodiment of that love, carried the same intoxicating fragrance. 

The knowledge that she withheld the blood of her mother gave him slight peace. No one would dear sink their fangs into his daughter. As her blood was tainted. But, it held a new worry, that she was a witch like her mother and would be hunted down for her magic. Let alone her being a hybrid. 

He pressed a gentle kiss to the baby's forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. "Sei un miracolo, piccola mia"(You are a miracle, my little one,) he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Una testimonianza di un amore che trascende il tempo e l'eternità" (A testament to a love that transcends time and eternity) He spoke in Italian. 

Aro could not hide the fact he also realized the warmth of his daughters skin. A mortal warmth like her mother. Leaving him to question many things. He even noticed the faint crimsons whenever his daughter would attempt opening her eyes. The same eyes he met whenever he looked in the mirror.

Only time would tell.

The baby cooed again, her tiny fingers curling around his thumb. In that moment, Aro felt a surge of protectiveness, a fierce desire to shield her from the cruelties of the world, to ensure that her life, unlike her mother's, would be filled with only happiness and light. He did not want their daughter to endure what Y/N went through in the north.

He held her closer, the scent of lavender and vanilla a comforting anchor in the vastness of his immortal life. His daughter, a beacon of hope, born from a love that had bloomed amidst darkness, was a promise of a new dawn. And Aro, the ancient and powerful vampire, was ready to dedicate his eternity to protecting her, to nurturing the fragile flower that carried the sweet fragrance of her mother's love.

Little did her know, Y/N awoken from her slumber.

Y/N watched him, heart swelling with a warmth that threatened to spill over, as he cradled their newborn child in his arms. The baby, a miniature version of Aro with Y/N's warm soft skin slept soundly, nestled against his chest.

She had awakened silently, her own slumber a hazy memory, and found herself drawn to the window, a silent observer to this beautiful scene. Aro, oblivious to her presence, hummed a low, melodious tune, a sound that vibrated with an ancient, almost forgotten, love. His touch was feather-light, his movements careful and precise, as if afraid to break the fragile perfection of the tiny being in his arms.

Y/N's lips curved into a smile, a silent testament to the happiness that blossomed within her. She had never imagined she would find such peace, such contentment, in this world of eternal life and ancient power. Aro, was a father, a protector, a lover. And she, Y/N, was his chosen one, the mother of his child, his mate. 

The air was thick with unspoken emotions, a symphony of love and belonging that filled the chamber.  This moment, this quiet vigil under the watchful gaze of the moon, was perfect. It was theirs, a secret sanctuary of love hidden within the walls of the fortress.

She held her breath, afraid to disturb the fragile serenity. Aro's humming continued, a gentle lullaby weaving through the silence. Y/N watched them, her heart brimming with affection, content to remain a silent observer in the moment. It was a scene she would forever cherish, a memory etched in her soul, a testament to the unexpected beauty that had blossomed in the heart of darkness.

The world outside the window could wait. The impending war could wait. For now, all that mattered was the soft glow of the moon, the gentle rhythm of Aro's humming, and the peaceful slumber of their child.