accelerated healing 𝜗𝜚 | demetri volturi x hybrid!reader
warnings: mention of blood, injury, angst?
tag list: @your-next-daydream @agirllovespancakes @icefrozendeadlyqueen @iloveslasher @pawspurpaw @alecvolturi @kiiwiigii @im-ovulating
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You coughed and sputtered as your eyes remained unfocused, laying on the cold, wet ground. Your breathing laboured as you groaned in pain though that didn’t stop you from making small attempts to move - any attempts at all. Fingers, toes, eyes. Anything you could to stop your body from shutting down. You cry out in pain as a sudden pressure presses on your hip, opening your eyes fully to see Heidi above you.
“Hey sweetheart - you’re okay.. you’re gonna be fine.” A hiss of pain escaped you as she pressed a little harder, trying to roll you onto your back without causing even more damage.
“D-De-“ A stuttering whimper withdrew from your throat as you cried out and the vampire shushed you once again.
“You’re okay” She sounded unconvinced. You tried to plead once again.
“D-de-metri-“ You finally managed through laboured breaths and she nodded, brushing back the hair caught in the blood across your face.
“He’s coming, pretty. I promise - we just need you to stay awake” You shivered, the slight feeling of falling creeping upon you as you looked at her in fear.
Another hand, slightly larger replaced hers which stroked softly at your forehead You managed to angle your head up slightly, wincing at the pain which rushed across your spine to see Demetri’s grief strucken expression staring down at you.
“M-metri-“ You whimpered, eyes meeting his own.
“Cara mia-“ Your whine of pain cut him off as you felt something tighten around your leg, though unable to fully move your head to look down. Demetri made quick attempts at calming you.
“It’s just Heidi, baby. We’re gonna help you, I promise. We just need to stop you from bleeding so you can start to heal and then we can get you back to the castle.”
You were unable to comprehend what he was saying, not with the floating feeling returning for vengeance - much more prominent this time and the way your eyes practically begged you to close them. He continued to speak to you softly upon Heidi’s demand, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
“- and I will make sure you’ll have a nice warm bath however you want, and a soft towel ready for when you get out -“
The blood loss, however, was beginning to get to you.
“De-m…”
“Don’t talk, sweetheart. Just focus on my voice.”
“I-I l-l-love you.” You stuttered out.
“No. No. None of that.” His unneeded breaths began to deepen.
“S-s-say it b-ack” You whined. Even on deaths door you remained stubborn, and in any other circumstance he would have laughed. Teased you for it. He didn’t have the heart.
“Please - stop talking, save it for when we—”
“Say it back-“ You spoke confidently, the words flowing out in one breath.
Demetri inhaled a shaky breath, cupping your face in his hands.
“I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much, please don’t leave me. Please, baby. You’re doing so well, just stay awake for a little bit longer.” He chanted out a mixture of pleads and praises like a mantra, beginning to press soft kisses to your hands as he raised them to his lips.
“I love you. You can’t do this to me - you won’t do this to me. Don’t you fucking leave me. I will never forgive you. Do not do this to me. ”
You whimpered as he pleaded with you, though you seemed to find the willpower as you fought much harder to keep your eyes open and conscious. He praised you immediately.
“So good. That’s it- You’re doing so well. Let me see your beautiful eyes.”
You felt a sudden rush of energy run through you, realising your accelerated healing must be working its magic- finally. Demetri looked up at his companion and you whined at the loss of his attention. Heidi laughed breathlessly before speaking.
“It’s- it’s already beginning to heal. The blood is slowing down. It’s just one last push through to get her back and to the medical wing.
Demetri laughed in disbelief before returning his attention back to you. You could practically see the way his eyes shone with adoration, and began pressing kisses to your lips.
Demitri Loves the way his hand looks around your throat. Not to cut of oxygen, unless you wanted that, but more so to feel your pulse, the deep thumping and raising of your heart rate, making him let out a groan of pleasure.
Not to mention the fact that he loves fingering you, hands bigger than yours, fingers longer and thicker, curling just right enough to make your thighs tremble while he whispers teasing words to your ear.
One hand place on your lower stomach to hold you in place as his other hand slowly circles your clit, as your whines for him to go faster go by ignored.
Loves watching the bruises form softly over your body, thighs, hips, neck, anywhere. This also comes into play with spanking, mainly used as a form of punishment, whether it'd be across your ass, or your cunny, either way works for he just as long as your left squirming and whining his name by the end of it.
He loves holding your hips as he makes your grind on his thigh, guiding your hips when the pleasure becomes too much for you to try and fight against
description: Can I Request the volturi kings (poly or separate either is fine) with a mate who feels like they aren’t good enough for them. Like maybe they are bit more childish and scatterbrained (maybe they have adhd and/or dyslexia) for their age. And they feel so inferior like even the receptionist who is younger then them is way more put together. Thanks!
requested by: anon
warnings: none
she couldn’t help but watch as the pretty receptionist, andrea, smiled at another one of the guests that made their way into the castle. her painted red lips were spread into a smile, blue eyes twinkling as she pointed a manicured finger in the direction that the visiting vampire had inquired about.
the receptionist made it look so easy, spitting out directions to different places in the castle so easily. the new queen of the volturi had been in the castle for months now and still struggled with getting around.
andrea always looked so well put together, too. her hair was always well done, not a single strand out of place. the makeup she wore was always flawless, showing off her already clear skin perfectly. it was hard to not compare herself to her - she was younger but it seemed like she had everything in her life so well put together. from their conversations, it seemed like she also afforded a well-managed apartment in the center of the city.
before the mate of the three volturi kings had been brought back to the castle from her normal life, she had struggled to make her bill payments on time every month. she lived paycheck to paycheck at a job that couldn’t care about her any less with a boss that pointed out every single thing that she did wrong.
and she knew that she should be grateful - she was now named queen, albeit in a world she knew hardly anything about. but it was hard to be grateful when all she could think about was how she wasn’t worthy of any of it.
her mates - caius, marcus, and aro - were perfect. and she wasn’t just saying that because of her love towards them, but because they genuinely were. they were quick thinkers, always organized and ready to adapt to any change or peril that this life could bring to them.
she had never been any good at change and, despite being fairly well educated by human standards, she couldn’t help that she still stumbled over her thoughts and words.
andrea didn’t seem to have that problem - in fact, the more that the new queen spent time with andrea, she wondered how she was qualified to be the kings’ mate at all. they deserved someone worthy of the title, someone who was actually useful standing by their sides while they held the vampire society to good standards.
“hey!” andrea’s bright voice broke her from her thoughts and she brought her scattered attention back to her friend. “are you okay?”
“oh yeah.” she mumbled, squeezing her hands together anxiously. she could feel that familiar feeling of self-doubt curling in her gut and a lump in the back of her throat when she swallowed. “i actually think i’m going to head back up, i have some things to work on.”
andrea’s smile faltered. “oh, okay. i’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
“definitely.” she nodded before turning away, trying not to walk away too fast but also desperate to get away from her friend and the insecure feelings that always seem to wreck her head.
she managed to hold in the tears until she got to the chambers she shared with her three mates. after shutting the door quietly behind her, she collapsed on the bed, silent tears making their way down her reddened cheeks. she wished she didn’t feel this way - the kings had made it very clear how they felt about her, but their words were never enough to quell the quiet insecurity she always felt.
she didn’t know how long she laid there for, feeling sorry for herself. it must have been long enough for her to fall asleep, because she startled awake and jumped up when she heard the large door to their room open behind her.
“oh, i’m sorry.” she sniffled, wiping her eyes quickly, trying futilely to hide the fact that she’d been crying. there was no use in that, the kings likely already knew before they’d entered the room. a large hand cupped her chin and gently turned her head towards them. caius was kneeled in front of her, his ruby red eyes filled with concern.
“why are you apologizing for crying?” he asked, his voice that same quiet tone that he used every time he spoke to her. it made her feel even worse - he spoke to her like she was something simple, something that would break easily if it wasn’t handled properly. “what’s wrong?”
she stumbled over her words, trying to find a quick excuse that would satisfy the three of them. when it was clear that she was trying to make excuses, aro reached forward, softly grasping her hand in his. she flinched at his touch, turning her head to hide her face from her mates.
“oh, my dear.” aro sighed heavily, his voice filled with sorrow. “i wish i could take these feelings from you.”
“and i wish i didn’t burden you with them.” the queen sighed back, feeling another wave of tears wash over her. she swallowed against the lump in her throat, willing her voice to be steady. “i hate that i feel this way. i know how each of you feel.”
marcus moved to sit beside her on the bed. “you are perfect to us, my love. in no way, do we think badly of you. you are not worth less than anyone to us.”
“you’re worth more.” caius followed marcus’ thoughts. “you are the most precious thing in the world, dearest. no matter your thoughts on your self or your perceived shortcomings. everything that you are is enough for us.”
“we just wish you could see it from our point of view.” aro nodded. “i hate how you think of yourself.”
“i’m sorry.” she whispered again, feeling a strange array of feelings. despite the loving words from each of her three mates, a part of her just couldn’t believe them. another tear fell from her eyes and marcus reached forward to swipe her cheek with his thumb.
“we’re going to start telling you this every hour of every day if that’s what it takes, love.” marcus grinned down at her softly now, his voice light with teasing. “you’re never going to know a moment of peace until you learn to accept how we feel.”
the queen of the volturi couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped her now. “i’m not sure i could complain too much.”
she sighed again, reaching forward to squeeze caius’ hand, drawing her comfort from him. “i’m sorry that i have these insecurities. i’m trying not to be so hard on myself all the time. the three of you make it easier, but it’s something that i’ve struggled with for a long time.”
“we know.” aro told her, his face soft with understanding and acceptance. “and we know that it won’t be fixed overnight, but we’ll be there with you every day. and every time you have a bad thought, just come to one of us. we’ll help talk you out of it.”
she smiled at him, leaning forward on her knees to kiss him softly. “thank you.”
“thank you, tesoro.” he reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “no matter what you think of yourself, you are our heaven. nothing will ever compare to you or be better than you again.”
he seemed so sure of his statement and with the way that marcus and caius agreed so earnestly, she couldn’t help but believe it a little bit. and hopefully, she’d believe many more of their statements in the future.
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
You stood frozen, the weight of everything threatening to pull you under. Your family, your family, had done this. They had planned this. The people who were supposed to love and protect you had walked you into this fate without a second thought, as if you were nothing more than a pawn to be sacrificed.
Edward, your ex-fiancé, the one who had once sworn he would love you forever, hadn’t even looked back. Alice, your sister in all but blood, had known. Had seen this. And still, she had said nothing.
It burned.
Not with the fiery rage you wanted to feel, but with something deeper. Something hollow and aching and endless.
Your hands curled into fists at your sides, nails biting into your palms. You wanted to lash out, to let venom spill from your lips, to make someone hurt the way you were hurting. But before you could, before the first syllable of your fury could form,
A voice.
Your name.
Spoken in disbelief, cracking at the edges.
You turned sharply, and the breath caught in your throat.
Afton.
Your second-oldest friend, the one you had never thought to see again. His wide eyes locked onto yours, emotions warring in them, shock, confusion, and something painfully close to relief.
For the first time since Marcus’s revelation, since the world as you knew it shattered, you felt something other than rage or betrayal.
You felt seen.
And in that moment, you weren’t sure whether to run to him, or break entirely.
Caius POV
The guard broke formation.
It was subtle, just a step out of place, a pause where there should have been none, but Caius noticed instantly. He always did. Discipline was the spine of the Volturi, and this one had just bent it.
Afton.
Caius recognized him immediately. An older guard. Reliable. Quiet. Not prone to sentiment.
Which made what happened next intolerable.
The vampire crossed the space between them without awaiting command and pulled her into his arms.
The bond flared violently, a sharp, instinctive burn beneath Caius’s ribs. His vision sharpened, the world narrowing to the sight of another male touching what fate had claimed as his. Not in threat. Not in challenge.
In familiarity.
Caius did not move.
He locked himself in stillness the way he had learned to do centuries ago, when rage meant execution and hesitation meant weakness. The guards shifted uneasily, sensing the pressure change, the air tightening as if the room itself held its breath.
The embrace was brief. Necessary, perhaps. But Caius did not miss the way she leaned into it, the way her posture eased for half a heartbeat. Recognition twisted something deep and unpleasant in his chest.
Not jealousy.
Assessment.
This was someone who knew her before this moment. Before the bond. Before him.
When she pulled back, Caius allowed himself to breathe again.
Aro, of course, noticed everything.
“How fascinating,” Aro murmured lightly, stepping forward with theatrical interest. “One rarely sees such… familiarity among the guard.”
Caius turned his gaze fully on Afton then.
“You will explain,” he said calmly.
Two words. A command.
The guard straightened immediately, discipline snapping back into place, though his eyes flicked once, only once, toward her.
“Later,” Caius added, tone sharpening. “For now, step back.”
Afton obeyed, retreating with rigid precision, but the damage was done. Caius had already cataloged the interaction, the implications spiraling outward like fractures in stone.
She had ties here. Not just through fate.
Caius turned to her.
The bond responded instantly, a low, steady pull that urged proximity, protection, control. He ignored it. Public softness was a liability.
“You will be escorted to your chambers,” he said evenly. “This environment is no longer suitable.”
Not a dismissal. A shield.
His eyes held hers, not possessive, not gentle, but absolute. “You are safe. That is not negotiable.”
Only then did he shift his attention back to the guard.
“Afton will remain.”
Aro’s smile widened, delighted. “Ah. A complication. I do so adore those.”
Caius did not dignify the comment.
“To your post,” he ordered the others. “And then prepare a full report.”
As the escort moved to guide her from the chamber, Caius felt the bond stretch, not painfully, but insistently, like a tether testing its limits. He did not reach for her. He would not weaken her trust with sudden closeness.
Only when the doors closed behind her did Caius finally step forward.
His gaze fixed on Afton.
“You have known her,” Caius said quietly. Not a question.
Afton inclined his head. “Yes, my lord.”
“How?”
The answer would determine whether this guard remained standing, or became a problem Caius would eliminate personally.
Caius did not repeat the question.
He did not need to.
Aro was already smiling.
“Ah, ah,” Aro said lightly, lifting a finger as though scolding a child. “Before we rely on memory, wouldn’t it be far more efficient to rely on truth?”
Caius’s jaw tightened. He knew that tone. It meant Aro had decided to be entertained.
“Afton has served us well,” Aro continued, circling lazily, crimson eyes gleaming. “But even the most loyal servants have… complicated pasts.”
He stopped beside Caius, lowering his voice just enough to make it intimate. “And I do so hate incomplete pictures.”
Caius said nothing. He did not object. He rarely did when Aro was already moving.
“Demetri,” Aro called pleasantly, not turning around. “Fetch Lyra, would you?”
The name landed wrong.
Caius’s gaze snapped to Aro. “This does not require, ”
“Oh, but it does,” Aro interrupted smoothly, smile never wavering. “You deserve to see.”
Moments later, footsteps approached, light, unhurried. The vampire who entered was unfamiliar, slender and composed, her dark hair pulled back severely, her eyes an unsettling silver-gray rather than crimson. She inclined her head toward the kings, expression unreadable.
“Lyra,” Aro said warmly. “How lovely of you to join us.”
She moved to his side without question, her presence subtly shifting the air in the chamber. Caius felt it immediately, like pressure building behind the eyes. Power, restrained and humming.
“My lord,” Lyra said softly.
Aro extended his hand toward her. “You remember how this works.”
Lyra took his hand.
The effect was immediate.
Caius felt it, not Aro’s gift, but its amplification. The room seemed to sharpen, reality itself drawing closer, clearer, as though a veil had been torn away. Aro turned then, his other hand reaching for Afton.
The guard stiffened but did not resist.
A mistake, Caius noted coldly. Resistance would have been pointless.
Aro’s fingers brushed Afton’s temple.
And Caius saw.
Not images, but truths, unfolding with brutal clarity.
Afton meeting her decades ago, young by vampire standards, guarded but curious. Assignment turned watch turned protection. Her laughter, rare and unguarded. Her anger, righteous and sharp. The Cullens. Edward. The engagement. Their wedding. The quiet ways Afton had stayed close without overstepping, a shadow at the edges of her life.
Never touching. Never claiming.
Always watching.
Always loyal.
The visions deepened, strengthened by Lyra’s gift, pulling Caius through layers of context he would not have otherwise accessed, emotion, intent, restraint. Afton had not loved her romantically.
He had guarded her.
Because someone had ordered him to.
Caius’s gaze snapped back to Aro.
“Who,” Caius said slowly, dangerously, “gave that order.”
Aro released Afton at last, sighing contentedly as Lyra let go of his hand. “Ah,” he said. “Now that is the interesting part.”
Afton dropped to one knee immediately. “I was instructed to observe and intervene only if necessary,” he said evenly. “The directive came from you, my lord.”
Aro beamed. “Did it?”
“Yes,” Afton replied without hesitation. “Nearly a century ago. You said she would be… important.”
Caius felt something cold settle into his bones.
Aro clasped his hands together. “I do so hate being right.”
Silence stretched, thick and suffocating.
“So,” Aro continued cheerfully, turning to Caius, “you see? No betrayal. No rivalry. Merely foresight.”
Caius did not respond.
Inside him, something recalibrated.
This was not coincidence. Not fate alone. This had been managed. Watched. Allowed to unfold. And now she was bound to him, pulled into the center of a web spun long before either of them had a choice.
“You planned this,” Caius said quietly, angry.
Aro tilted his head. “I anticipated,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.”
Caius’s hands clenched at his sides.
“Enough,” Caius said. “She will not be a piece on your board.”
Aro’s smile softened, almost fond. “Oh, Caius. She already is.”
Lyra stepped back into silence, her role complete.
Afton remained kneeling.
Caius looked down at him.
“You will continue to serve,” Caius said. “But your loyalty now answers to me.”
Afton bowed his head. “Yes, my lord.”
Only when the chamber finally emptied did Caius allow himself to exhale.
And only then did the bond pull again, stronger now, impatient.
She was waiting.
And Caius was done allowing others to decide his fate.
Caius did not return to the council chamber.
He did not summon Aro.
He did not argue.
He did not explode.
Those were all reactions Aro would expect.
Instead, Caius turned sharply and left.
The halls parted for him without question. Guards bowed, doors opened, servants froze themselves into silence as he passed. He felt none of it. His mind was a blade pulled too tight, every thought honed around a single truth that refused to dull.
Aro had known.
Not suspected. Not guessed. Known enough to assign a guard. Known enough to watch. Known enough to wait.
A century of observation.
A century of restraint.
A century of deciding when Caius was allowed to meet the other half of himself.
The bond thrummed under his skin, furious now, no longer patient. It pulled him forward with undeniable insistence, less like desire and more like reclamation.
Mine.
The thought startled him with its force.
The doors to her chambers opened before he reached them.
She was standing when he entered.
Of course she was.
She felt it too , the shift, the disturbance, the sudden gravity of his approach. The bond tightened, snapping into alignment like a weapon locking into place.
Caius stopped just inside the threshold.
He did not touch her.
If he did, he wasn’t sure what restraint would survive.
“You were watched,” he said quietly.
Not an accusation.
A fact.
“Aro knew you long before today.” His eyes searched her face, not for guilt , for truth. “Before Edward. Before the Cullens decided your life was theirs to arrange.”
The room felt smaller with him in it, power rolling off him in controlled waves. Not directed at her. Never at her.
“I did not consent to this,” Caius continued, voice low and edged. “To be measured. To be prepared. To be completed on someone else’s schedule.”
The bond flared painfully at the word.
Completed.
Caius inhaled slowly, forcing the rage back down where it belonged. When he looked at her again, there was something raw beneath the control , something old and rarely exposed.
“I would not have chosen this,” he admitted.
Honesty. Brutal. Rare.
“Not a soulmate. Not fate. Not a vulnerability that can be used against me.”
A pause.
“But you are not the betrayal.”
He stepped closer then, just enough for the bond to hum instead of burn.
“You are the consequence of one.”
His gaze softened , not gentle, but intent, unwavering.
“And no one,” he said, voice absolute, “decides when I am allowed to know what is mine.”
Silence stretched between them, heavy but unbroken.
For the first time since the bond snapped into place, Caius did not feel trapped.
Description: Caius ask for forgiveness from his queen
Warning: talk of violence
a/n: i hope you all all well and i no its after christmas but this where the story went, so yeah and remember i love you all and stay safe.
“That ass.” lizzy the girlfriend of the ruffles king says as she lays in bed after the fight of the sensory with her boyfriend Caius, over something so stuped.
Lizzy wanted to spend Christmas with her father, Charlie Swan, she had not seen him, scene she had come with her sister Bella to the volturi to save Bella’s ass of an ex Edward. The only reason she had come with Bella was that she didn’t trust Alice. And for good reason when Aro, Caius, brother read her thoughts Alice was going to use Lizzy for leverage as in if Edward did not come out alive she would rip Lizzy's throat out.
Which didn't go over well with anyone in the volturi and why Caius was so determined to keep her in the castle. And way from the filthy animal drinkers. He said it was not right, vampire where man eating killers not bunny murders. Notice he was at a petting zoo when he said this, why was he at a petting zoo, Lizzy was bored. But yes Lizzy knew to stay away from the Cullen's. Well Alice and Edward.
Rosalie was always nice to her as was Emmett. They had always been good to her, even went out of their way at school to talk to her as she didn't have a lot of friends. Jasper was nice too but he didn't talk to her much as Alice would not let him. In all honesty Lizzy had know idea what Edward and Alice had against her. Hell her and Bella were best friends until Edward came into the picture.
“Lizzy, love,” Caius said as he nocks on the bedroom door. Lizzy rolls away from look at the door to the wall l. At see this Caius let’s out a breath.
“Lizzy, I know you hate me, but I'm only thinking of you.” Lizzy says nothing. Why would she, he was the one keeping locked in the castle like a prisoner, NOT the love of his eternity.
“Look I know seeing your dad is important to you and in all honesty from what I remember I didn't have the best relationships with mine, so I just don't know what it's like to have the relationship you too have. And in all honesty I'm kinda jealous.” Caius tells Lizzy. At first Caius thinks she is ignoring him until she lets off her own breath.
“Caius, you have nothing to be jealous of, my dad that's just worried. You and him are both the most important men in my life. And know one can replace either of you. He can’t replace you and you and replace him. It's just the way it works.”
Lizzy turns to look at the vampire. He looked ready to fall apart at any moment.
“I no and that's why I have this for you.” He says as he pulls out a small box that has a ribbon around it.
Lizzy sends him a smile as she takes it from him. Knowing him it could be anything from a flower from the garden to a diamond necklace. So when she opens it and sees a sticky note that says “two sets on the private jet to sporks… I mean forks.” She laughs at the sports bet. She has lived in forks her entire life and loves to make fun of the name. Really, who names a town after an eating utensil.
“Sporks, really you know me too well, but why two?”. Caius takes a set with Lizzy on the bed and gently moves a piece of her out of her face behind her ear as he says.
“I want to meet the man that made you so perfect. And if you are willing I was going to give him immortality.” Lizzy bust out into tiers to have her dad with her forever would be a dream come true. Bella was already immortal so she would see her whenever.
“Thank you.” Lizzy says taking him in a hug.
“I would do anything for you Lizzy Love Swan. I love you more than anything. I would become human again if it meant you would be happy.” the king tells her. She knew he would not lie about something like that as he is not a big fan of most humans. But there are some he likes.
“Oh Caius, you don't have to change, you're perfect the way you are.” Lizzy says then kisses him.
hi!! can you do volturi x secretary!reader (platonic) who's just TOO GOOD AT HER JOB. she spells carlisle correctly, she doesn't interrupt, and she's like really professional. ALSO YOU FOLLOWED ME BACK LIKE I WAS SO SURRPISRD THANK YOU HAVE A GOOD DAYYAYAYYA
❝she’s just too damn good❞
✭ pairing : volturi x reader
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : (Y/n) is the best damn secretary the volturi could ask for
✭ authors note : aww of course I’d follow you back :)
✭ twilight masterlist
The grand entrance hall of Volterra, Italy, echoed with the weight of centuries-old secrets and power. It was within these ancient stone walls that the Volturi, the ruling vampire coven, held their dominion. Aro, Caius, and Marcus, the three elder vampires who led the coven, sat upon their thrones, their crimson eyes filled with an ageless wisdom.
Their previous secretary had met an unfortunate end, her fate sealed by a single, costly mistake. Now, it was time to find a new secretary, one who could handle the delicate matters that crossed the Volturi's path.
(Y/n), a human with a reputation for competence and diligence, stood before the Volturi leaders. She pushed her glasses up on her face, the light catching the lenses and reflecting an intense determination in her gaze. She had no intention of failing in this prestigious role.
Aro, the most talkative of the trio, addressed her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I trust you won't follow in our previous secretary's footsteps. Her errors cost her dearly."
(Y/n) met Aro's gaze with unwavering confidence. "No need for the warning, sir. I take my work very seriously. I'm here to ensure that every detail is meticulously attended to."
Caius observed her with a critical eye, his expression stern. "You are aware that our affairs are highly confidential, and discretion is of the utmost importance?"
(Y/n) nodded, her resolve unshaken. "Absolutely, sir. My lips are sealed, and I understand the consequences of breaching that trust."
Marcus, the most reserved of the three, merely regarded her with a measured gaze. "We shall see if your actions align with your words."
(Y/n) straightened her posture, ready to take on her new responsibilities. "You won't be disappointed, gentlemen."
With that, she accepted the role of secretary for the Volturi, stepping into a world of secrecy, power, and ancient vampires. As she walked away, she knew that she had taken on a role unlike any other, one that demanded her utmost dedication and discretion. The reflection of her determination in those glasses was a symbol of the resolve she brought to her new position, one that she intended to uphold at all costs.
(Y/n) settled into her new role as the secretary for the Volturi with a fierce dedication. Her efficiency and attention to detail quickly became apparent to the coven's leaders. Aro, always one to appreciate those who could fulfill his demands promptly, decided to put her to the test.
One afternoon, he strolled into her office, his graceful presence demanding attention. (Y/n) looked up from her desk, her fingers flying across the keyboard of her computer as she organized files and scheduled appointments.
"Ah, (Y/n)," Aro greeted her with his customary smile. "I have a task for you."
(Y/n) nodded, ready to take on any request from her employer. "Of course, master Aro. What do you need?"
Aro explained, "I need you to post an aid about a tour for fifty people for tomorrows feeding, a rather impromptu event. I would like you to schedule it for me.”
(Y/n) didn't miss a beat. She continued typing on her computer, her eyes darting across the screen as she worked her magic with scheduling software. "Consider it done, master Aro."
Aro was taken aback by her speed and efficiency. He had expected this task to take some time, but within mere minutes, (Y/n) turned her screen toward him, displaying a perfectly organized tour for fifty attendees, complete with dates, times, and an itinerary.
His crimson eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "You work remarkably fast, (Y/n)."
(Y/n) looked up with a confident smile. "I pride myself on being efficient, master aro. Is there anything else you need?"
Aro chuckled, clearly impressed. "Not at the moment, my dear. Carry on with your excellent work."
As he left her office, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had proven her worth to the Volturi leader, and her efficiency would undoubtedly serve her well in this world of secrecy and power.
In the serene garden of the Volturi castle, Marcus often found solace among the flowers that his late mate had once lovingly tended to. He wandered the garden, lost in his own thoughts, the weight of his immortal life bearing down on him.
One day, as he strolled along the carefully manicured paths, Marcus noticed something extraordinary. The flowers that had once withered away had begun to regrow, vibrant and beautiful as if brought back to life by some unseen force. He couldn't help but be struck by the sight, the memories of his mate's love for these flowers flooding his mind.
Marcus approached a lower guard who was on duty nearby, his curiosity piqued. "Who has been taking care of the garden? These flowers, they are flourishing once more."
The lower guard, a vampire who had served the Volturi for centuries, nodded respectfully to Marcus. "It is the human, my lord."
"The human?" Marcus asked, intrigued. "What is their name?"
The guard, who knew the human by the name the Volturi called her, replied, "The secretary (Y/n), my lord."
Marcus considered this revelation, the name sparking a distant memory. He had heard the name (Y/n) mentioned in passing, but he had paid little attention. Now, it seemed this human was not only tending to the garden but also reviving the memories of his lost mate.
With a nod of appreciation, Marcus continued to admire the blooming flowers, a silent acknowledgment of the human named (Y/n) for her care and dedication. In the garden, among the resurrected blooms, he felt a connection to his past and a glimmer of hope for the future, all thanks to the efforts of this mysterious human.
In the dimly lit halls of the Volturi castle, Caius, one of the coven's leaders, was growing increasingly frustrated. He had been searching for his favorite cloak, a luxurious garment of deep crimson, for what felt like an eternity. His irritation had escalated to the point where his voice echoed through the corridors as he yelled at everyone in his path.
"Where is it? Who has taken my cloak?" he bellowed, his tone venomous.
Vampires scurried to avoid his wrath, their wide-eyed expressions betraying their fear of their temperamental leader.
In the midst of the chaos, a soft and calm voice cut through the tension. "(Y/n)," Caius snapped, his crimson eyes narrowing as he turned to face the human secretary, "(Y/n), have you seen my cloak? I cannot find it anywhere."
(Y/n) stepped forward, holding Caius's missing cloak draped carefully over her arm. Her voice was composed, unruffled by his outburst. "Master Caius, you left this in your office. I've noticed it had specks of dried blood on it, so I've had it dried clean."
Caius was momentarily taken aback, his anger dissipating as he processed her words. He couldn't believe it. The usually distant and indifferent human secretary had not only found his cloak but had taken it upon herself to ensure it was cleaned.
"(Y/n)," Caius said, his voice softer now, "you did this for me?"
(Y/n) nodded, her gaze steady as she met his crimson eyes. "Of course, Master Caius. It's my duty to assist in any way I can."
Caius, still in disbelief, reached out to take the cloak from her arm. His fingers brushed against hers, and he felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation stir within him. He couldn't deny that her thoughtfulness had left a mark on him, one that he couldn't easily dismiss.
As (Y/n) excused herself and left the hallway, Caius watched her retreating figure with a newfound appreciation. It was a small gesture, but one that had touched him deeply, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to this human secretary than met the eye.
The grand trial room within the Volturi castle was filled with a weighty silence as the three kings, Aro, Caius, and Marcus, gathered for a discussion. The subject of their conversation was none other than their human secretary, (Y/n).
"She's good at her job, almost too damn good," Aro commented, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. "I can't seem to find a simple mistake in her work."
Caius nodded in agreement. "She's quick, and her work is effective. It seems we'll be keeping her around long-term."
Marcus, who often remained silent, offered his approval with a subtle nod.
The kings reached a unanimous decision. They would offer (Y/n) a gift, one that would bind her to the Volturi for eternity. They sent their most trusted enforcers, the twins Alec and Jane, to fetch her.
Alec and Jane, swift and efficient as always, found (Y/n) in her office. They approached her with the precision of a well-practiced routine.
"(Y/n)," Alec began, his tone even, "the masters request your presence in the trial room."
(Y/n) blinked in surprise but complied, following the twins to the room where the three kings awaited.
Once inside, (Y/n) stood before the Volturi leaders, her heart pounding with anticipation. Aro spoke first, his voice dripping with charm.
"(Y/n), in the short months you have been with us, your dedication and efficiency have impressed us greatly," Aro said, his crimson eyes locked onto hers. "We value your contributions, and we would like to offer you a gift."
(Y/n) couldn't hide her surprise. "A gift, masters?"
Caius stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "We offer you immortality, (Y/n). A chance to join our coven as one of us."
The offer hung in the air, a life-altering decision that (Y/n) had never expected. She considered her options carefully, her thoughts racing. The weight of eternity was a heavy burden to bear, but the allure of becoming part of the Volturi coven was undeniable.
After a moment of reflection, (Y/n) finally spoke. "I'm not sure what to say, masters, but thank you for the offer."
With her acceptance, the kings nodded in approval. The twins, Alec and Jane, moved closer, their hands lightly touching her body. “Alec -“ aro calls out and in second Alec has (y/n) wrapped in his dark smoke, her senses numbing within seconds. “Don’t worry dear, it’ll be over in no time.”
Over the course of three days, (Y/n) underwent the agonizing process of the vampire transformation. She endured the fire of change, sometimes which were numbed by Alec per the kings request and now she was emerging from the ordeal as a newborn vampire, her senses heightened and her existence forever entwined with the Volturi.
As her eyes fluttered open in her new immortal life, (Y/n) realized that she had become a permanent part of the Volturi coven, her loyalty and dedication recognized in the most profound way possible.
Not ever in my hundreds of years. But these walls started to feel restricting. Aro's voice during sentencings felt like nails against metal, so did Jane's, Alec's and Caius's. And Felix I was almost at the point of throwing him across the room everytime we were together which at times I did. Which if anything he only found it amusing that added to my annoyance of him further. Then there was Heidi.
"You never visit me anymore Demetri, why is that?" She whined seductively in my ear, her hands all over me but I didn't budge. She'd been almost..I dare say clingy for weeks.
"Heidi we had a good run, but I think it is time we should find other engagements" I step back from her and move around her. She stood there shocked as I ended a hundreds of years affair with a single sentence. But I felt nothing as I did it.
As I did it I wasn't thinking of Heidi..I was thinking of Nina. She is what consumed my thoughts for weeks now. Everytime I was in these halls, with my colleagues all I thought about was her. A resentment was starting to grow in me towards the Volturi. That they were taking up my time that I could spend with her.
The precious time I had to hear her laugh, see her smile and listening to her speak for hours about the different arts of the world. I've come to the point I don't want to be without her. I've come to the point..that I need a watch.
I'm standing there at another bloody meeting about the search for vampires with shield abilities and if I have to listen Caius's whining for one more moment, I will- "Have somewhere to be Demetri" I froze, thankfully it was Felix low in ear. Me and him were mostly ignored at these meetings. I've already been found unsatisfactory with the search because I track a person with something of substance not thin air and wants of masters.
"No" I bit out because I actually did have somewhere to be, Nina wanted me to explore Italy's club life with her. I told her I'd find her like I have the past couple times and I get the enjoyment of being called a stalker or the usual one are you a mafia prince? Nina's had many guesses about my life more amusing than the last.
"Well if you don't stop fidgeting someone might think you're guilty of something or running late" He hums in my ear toying with me I could tell my shoulder involuntary flinching up nudging him away.
"I do not fidget" I say almost insulted by the accusation.
"Usually no, you are Usually a perfect stick in the mud..still and straight but lately not so much" I roll my eyes feeling him lean against the wall behind me "Now what is your foot doing?" A tapping sound comes to my ears and stops when I pause. I didn't even know I was going doing that.
"Along with the furrowed brow and clenched jaw. And I've never seen you look so tense" He suddenly grabs at my shoulders "Come on demetri, spill the beans" He whispers rhythmically his nose nudges my ear. But all I heard was meeting is concluded making me the first to head out making Felix nearly fall over from leaning on me.
Nina's Outfit
It didn't take me long to find her downtown and when I did..I almost wish I didn't at the sight of her making my mouth water. Almost.
I lightly tapped her on the shoulder, making her turn. She instantly smiled which made mine widen.
"Do you have an apple airtag on me or something" She grins wrapping her arms around me. I keep my hands placed firmly behind my back as she had no idea of the war I went through everytime I was with her. This would be our seventh date far past the expectation of a kiss or heaven has truly forsaken me..making love but I've been restraining myself.
"I just follow the scent of delicious strawberry lemonade body mist and the in tune hums of who did you say..Lana Del Rey" I muse leaning in my nose into hers making her giggle.
"Hmm I don't know whether I should be creeped out that you were a man of your word saying" She grabs my hand as she spoke while I look at her with probably a look of pure adoration "I'll find you anywhere" She says in a very stiff voice in her best impression of me "or find it adorable that you're retaining things about me" her lips perched up at the sides as she looks down at her pretty black heels.
"Shouldn't I be retaining things about you? We are dating after all" I say obviously as my eyes roam over her, thinking how glad I am how evening wear as changed over the years.
"Yes you would think that's bare minimum right? But you are way past bare minimum standards like you were written by a woman" She smirked at my knitted eyebrows by the expression.
"Maybe I have been" I thought of the phrase and the many women of my life that molded me to..be me I suppose.
"Hmm" She smiled "well you would think most men would be..coming from a woman..what's your mom like? You never talk about your family" She inquired lightly but she saw the complete indifference in my face making her raise an eyebrow.
"She died a long time ago, they all did. If I'm honest I don't even remember what they look like.." I shrugged having not thought of them in hundreds on years.
"I'm sorry..were you-" I pull her into a random bar "this looks lively" the bass was close to antagonizing but I've been ducking any awkward conversation topics for weeks and this was a prime example.
"You can reciprocate, I got delicious taste, you need a woman's touch in your place. Just protect her and keep her safe" a shiver went down my spin as Nina sang the lyrics of the horrid song in my ear but coming from her lips, they were angelic.
"Baby, worship my hips and waist, so feminine with grace, I touch your soul when you hear me say" She spinned around with her back, her hips against my chest, my..I bit my lip hard as my nose nuzzled into her hair. Her scent made me tense, her body made me throb. My hands going into fists, if I touch her its over.
"Boy, let me be your woman" She turned around and whispered into my lips before her mouth opened mine and claimed it. I was somewhat taken back. She had crossed the boundary. She had made the first move. She had made me completely undone.
We moaned into each other's mouths as she pulled at me to be closer. She was making it very hard for me to control myself. But I had to even if I didn't want to at this moment. I wanted to claim her in my own way. My lips slowly peppered at her chin and her jawline. I probably seemed very human as I forced myself to inhale even though forgetting to exhale. I couldn't unclaw my hands as they laid at her hips that were still moving to the music. This made a low growl come from me as my lips, my teeth, my tongue finding the vein that was perfectly curved to her neck as it led down to her clavicle. My mouth opened about to make the gravest most lustful mistake.
"It's so pretty at night" I froze, my throat restricted, I flew my head up to where she was looking.
"I love starry lights" The way she looked at them baffled me. In anything she saw, things were beautiful.
"Do you like them-" She paused when she saw the way I looked at her. I saw the lights reflected in her eyes. That's what made them beautiful to me.
"Yes very much so" I didn't move as I completely painted her in my mind in this moment. Her eyes, hair, skin glowing in this practically dinghy club. I never wanted to forget her in this moment. Over the centuries you forget so many things but I never want to forget her. Our moments together. I'd rather die than forget her. I'd rather die than be the reason she is forgotten.
I can't stop looking at her clavicle, the place moments before I was going to sink my teeth into. And in this club no one wouldve noticed or cared. No one or anything to hold me accountable for the murder of something so beautiful. For the first time in a thousand years..I hated myself for what I almost did.
"Demetri" My name came softly from her lips making to start to take off my jacket.
"Are you cold" I said more of a statement than a question before she could answer I had wrapped it around her securely covering the place I wanted the most.
She stared at me in confusion before she started laughing.
"Now Demetri if you like modest women, that could be an issue for the relationship" Nina giggled making me smirk.
"Far from it love" I leaned close and placed a painfully chaste kiss to her lips. She perked up an eyebrow at me playfully making me eat my words trying not to grimace.
"Come this can't be the only place we grace with our presence tonight" She smiled cheerily with my fingers becoming entwined with hers.
I could never share my thoughts with her. That I never realized being with a human woman would be the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life.
