⋆·˚ ༘ * DEMETRI VOLTURI HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ
demetri meets you during a volturi “check-in” on the cullens. aka thinly veiled threats.
you catch his attention immediately. not just because of your beauty, but because you’re immune to his tracking.
“strange,” he murmurs with a smirk, circling you like a predator. “i can’t find you. it’s like you don’t exist.”
edward hates this already.
you just roll your eyes, “too bad you still found your way here.”
there’s mutual fascination (and denial).
he starts showing up more when the volturi get involved with anything cullen-related.
“official volturi business” is usually just an excuse to catch a glimpse of you.
you act annoyed, but carlisle has caught you reading old italian history books and lingering around when alice warns you they’re coming.
you trade sharp words every time, but there’s always a teasing undercurrent.
demetri lives for the way you snap back at him. “don’t get cocky just because you wear a fancy cloak.”
meanwhile, demetri in his chambers: “she’s going to be the death of me.”
it’s the start of forbidden feelings.
the moment he realizes he cares about you is terrifying. for someone as loyal to the volturi as demetri, this is dangerous ground.
he starts pulling away. you notice. it hurts more than you expected.
you confront him one night during a volturi visit. “what is it? did your masters remind you i’m disposable?”
he grabs your wrist gently, voice low: “don’t call yourself that.” and his eyes? desperate.
you kiss first. he kisses back like he’s starved.
you have a secret relationship. the volturi cannot know. and your family definitely can’t know.
you sneak away during visits, meet in the forest, or vanish to italy when alice covers for you.
emmett: “is anyone else wondering why y/n suddenly loves tuscany?”
alice knows. she’s known. she’s just waiting for you to say it.
“you changed your perfume. that means you’re seeing someone. and judging by the way you stare out the window like a war wife waiting for her soldier to return…”
you trust alice. you know she’d always have your back.
demetri sends you handwritten letters on parchment sealed with his volturi crest.
he never writes anything incriminating, but the way he phrases things drips with longing.
“you haunt me in every corner of this ancient castle. i think of your laugh in the silence of the throne room.”
he hides your photo behind a book in his room. he calls it his “weakness” and stares at it more than he’ll ever admit.
demetri is soft with you in a way no one’s ever seen.
“i’ve done terrible things,” he tells you once, forehead pressed to yours. “but i’d burn this world down before i let them touch you.”
demetri is… very territorial.
he doesn’t like it when human boys flirt with you at school. or when jacob looks at you for too long.
“does that mutt always stare like that? maybe i should give him something to be afraid of.”
demetri: “oh, i’m perfectly calm.” (he is not)
you once danced with a random vampire at a coven gathering just to make demetri jealous.
it worked. he dragged you outside and kissed you against a stone wall.
“don’t ever do that again.”
“why? did it bother you?” you grin, breathless.
“i’m a tracker, not a saint.”
there are times demetri almost bites you. not to hurt you, but out of pure instinct when you kiss him.
it terrifies him how much he wants you. just you.
“don’t tempt me like that, cara mia. i’m trying to be good.”
you tease him relentlessly. “who says i want you to be good?”
you’ve stayed in demetri’s room in volterra once or twice, hidden behind a sealed chamber door only he can unlock.
it’s quiet there. dim, ancient. you bring books. he watches you read.
he touches your face like he still can’t believe you’re real.
“sometimes i wonder if you’re just a dream i’ve built to survive this place.”
once, you meet halfway between forks and volterra in the middle of nowhere to avoid suspicion.
you’re both tense. he’s late, and for a minute you think the volturi found out.
when he appears from the trees, it’s wordless. he just grabs you, holds your face like you’ll disappear, and kisses you like he’s been drowning.
“they’re watching more closely now,” he warns.
“then let them.” you kiss him again, harder this time.
when the truth comes out, the cullens are shocked.
bella: “you’re dating a volturi tracker?”
rosalie: “please tell me you’re joking.”
carlisle is… quietly disappointed at first, until he sees how protective and gentle demetri is with you.
edward is furious. until he sees that demetri can’t read your future, track you, or control you. and he realizes: this wasn’t manipulation.
demetri truly fell for you.
the family, slowly (and with some threats), begin to tolerate him.
emmett: “if you break her heart, i break your legs. and i know they grow back, but i’ll keep doing it.”
he’s always touching you now. hand at your back. fingers laced with yours. lips pressed to your temple when he thinks no one’s watching.
it’s not just affection. it’s a quiet kind of desperation.
“don’t leave my sight,” he murmurs constantly.
when you go hunting, he waits by the window until you return.
once, you tease, “miss me already?”
he doesn’t laugh. “always.”
demetri never had softness in his afterlife. he was turned, trained, and used by the volturi.
affection was weakness. gentleness was dangerous.
then you came into his life like a sunrise he wasn’t ready for.
he resists it at first, but the way you touch his face like he won’t shatter. like he’s real, undoes him.
he doesn’t do grand gestures. he’s not showy. but he remembers every little detail about you.
he brings you obscure books he knows you’ll like. ones written in languages barely spoken anymore.
he steals them from the volturi library like a lovesick thief.
he doesn’t say “i love you” often, but when he does, it’s like a vow:
“i love you. and i would destroy anything that dared to touch you.”
sometimes, when he’s alone, he imagines a future where you and he live far away from all of this.
no volturi, no cullen coven politics. just the two of you somewhere quiet. free.
but he doesn’t believe he deserves peace. he’s done too much. hurt too many.
when he was human, he dreamed of being free.
when he was volturi, he dreamed of being powerful.
now, the only dream that visits him is you. sunlight through your hair, your laugh echoing off forest trees.
demetri is used to tracking, following, studying people from a distance.
but with you? it’s not calculation. it’s reverence.
he watches the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re reading, or how you hum softly when you’re thinking.
he doesn’t realize how tender he looks until alice catches him and says softly, “you look like you’ve already made your choice.”
