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Sword (blade: early 16th century; hilt: late 16th century)

Kunsthistorisches Museum Vienna

A German sword associated with Georg von Frundsberg, a prominent commander of the Landsknecht mercenaries during the early 16th century. The blade bears a later inscription referencing him and carries the Passau wolf mark, a well-known quality mark of swordsmiths from Passau.

Type: Sword

Overall length: 99.6 cm

Width: 18.2 cm

Thickness: 7.0 cm

Origin: Germany

Associated owner: Georg von Frundsberg

Blade mark: Passau wolf mark

Material: iron, wood, fish skin, brass, gold, silver

Technique: forging, engraving, black etching, gilding, damascening (gold and silver inlay)

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⚠️ Slight blood, intoxication, and usage of vampire and friend in place of character names

One touch

When Alice decides to turn a stranger so soon after her dangerous meeting with the Volturi because of a vision she had, she did not expect for this person to be so important for the future of both the Cullens and the Volturi. Dina has the gift of letting vampires feel human again just by touch. While Dina tries to learn how to control her gift and struggles with the bond she has with Demetri and Felix, the conflict between both covens grows. Where does she stand when a confrontation between their coven and Alice’s coven is unavoidable?

Romantic Pairing: Dina x Demetri x Felix

Warnings: Explicit/Mature: fluff, smut, violence, character deaths, psychological trauma and warfare, psychological torture,, trauma bonding, bdsm, It’s canon divergent. See ao3 for full list of warnings. Read them before reading!

Main info Dina: female OC, second pov

Words/chapters: originally planned sixty according to the chapter index of end of New Moon, entirety of Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. Now it’s 68!

Only posting on ao3. See tag #one touch for polls and updates and #one touch vibes for aesthetic purposes.

Moodboards: Dina - Felix - Demetri - Heidi

Bedrooms in Volterra

Portrait of Dina, Demetri and Felix

Demetri and Felix go undercover

Demetri and Felix portrait

Aro

• His eyes light up like you’ve told him Christmas is coming early.

• Immediately begins to poetically describe some niche colour that doesn’t really exist.

• “My favourite colour is the shade of partially oxidised blood that is lit only by a single, flickering candle.”

• “So… maroon?”

• “… No, my dear. Not maroon.”

• Then proceeds to describe this unknown colour in fifteen different ways without actually giving it a name.

• 4/10. Makes you regret asking.

Caius

• If you catch him in a bad mood, he’ll roll his eyes and tell you not to ask him stupid questions.

• If he’s having a good day though, he’ll give you a whole list of different colours and then proceed to tell you how they got their names and random facts about them.

• Turns out Caius is really passionate about colours.

• He takes his art very seriously, after all.

• 1/10 on a bad day, 8/10 on a good day.

Marcus

• Tells you it’s blue, and then looks really sad about it.

• When you ask him why he tells you it was Didyme’s favourite colour.

• Sometimes he sits in the courtyard on a sunny day and just stares at the cloudless sky, thinking about her.

• Doesn’t own anything blue because it makes him sad to look at.

• All of Didyme’s old blue gowns and jewellery are locked away deep in Marcus’s chambers.

• They’re there, but he never looks at them.

• 5/10. Good answer but makes you sad.

Demetri

• Stares at you for a solid ten seconds trying to figure out if you actually mean it or if you’re just asking weird questions for the sake of it.

• (Yes, this man thinks it is weird to ask someone what their favourite colour is).

• Finally answers and tells you it’s wine red.

• Doesn’t elaborate, just eyes you suspiciously until you leave.

• Randomly asks you what your favourite colour is a week later, when you least expect it.

• 6/10. He’s weird about it for no reason.

Felix

• The complete opposite of Demetri.

• He doesn’t hesitate to tell you that his favourite colour is burnt orange. And he is PROUD of this.

• Burnt orange???

• Bless his heart, Felix has obviously wanted to tell someone about his favourite colour for years, but it’s never came up in conversation before.

• You make the mistake of letting a small laugh slip, and his face immediately falls.

• Then he gets super defensive about it…

• “What’s that smile for? It’s a sophisticated colour. Stop laughing!”

• “I’m not laughing, I’m just surprised.”

• “How is this a surprise to you? What else did you think I’d say?”

• 7/10. He will defend his favourite colour with his life.

Jane

• Gives you this weird smile and then says in a really sweet voice:

• “My favourite colour is red. Specifically blood red.”

• No surprises there.

• And then she shocks you by saying, “Pink is tolerable too, though it has a time and place. Red is preferred.”

• Kind of just stands there in silence after that, until she realises you’re waiting for her to ask what your favourite colour is.

• She returns the question but you can tell she doesn’t really care about the answer.

• 6/10. Could be worse, but she’s kind of creepy about it.

Alec

• Unlike some of the others, he’s not at all weirded out by the question.

• Alec happily tells you that his favourite colour is green.

• It reminds him of the English countryside where he grew up.

• Obviously, there’s very little green going on in the Volturi castle, which is why he enjoys being sent across the globe on missions.

• He genuinely just really enjoys being among nature.

• Visits the courtyard a lot in his spare time to see all the plants.

• 10/10. Simple answer. Alec is the only half normal person on the guard it seems.

Bonus: Heidi

• Doesn’t answer the question properly.

• “My favourite colour? Well, red is clearly most suited to my hair and complexion.”

• “Yeah, but which one is your favourite?”

• “I look best in red.”

• So… her favourite colour is red, you think.

• She won’t tell you whether that’s actually her favourite colour or if it’s just what she wears the most.

• You ask Demetri if he knows, but he just looks suspicious again and asks what you’re planning.

• Won’t answer the question. He just looks slightly concerned and leaves.

• 3/10 for both of them. They make life difficult for no reason.

The stone corridor beneath Volterra smelled faintly of damp earth and ancient water.

I kept close to Alice as she hurried ahead, her golden hair flashing in the dim light. Bella stayed at her side, pale and shaking after her desperate sprint through the square.

Edward was alive.

That should have been enough to steady me.

Instead, every step deeper into the Volturi’s underground halls made my stomach twist tighter.

“Just stay close, Y/N,” Alice whispered.

The words should have sounded comforting. They didn’t.

A pair of figures emerged from the shadows ahead.

One was enormous, broad-shouldered, with a lazy smile that never reached his crimson eyes. The other was tall and lean, bronze-brown hair brushing his forehead, his posture elegant and utterly still.

Felix.

And Demetri.

“There they are,” Felix said pleasantly. “The masters are waiting.”

Demetri’s gaze swept over Bella, then Alice.

Then it landed on me.

Everything stopped.

His expression changed so quickly I almost thought I imagined it. Surprise. Recognition. Something fierce and unguarded.

A breath escaped him.

“Her,” he murmured.

Felix glanced sideways. “Demetri?”

Demetri didn’t answer. He was still looking at me.

Heat rushed through my face. I should have looked away, but I couldn’t. His crimson eyes were terrifying—and somehow unbearably familiar.

Alice touched my elbow. “Come on.”

Demetri stepped aside without another word.

We followed them through twisting corridors, down worn stone steps slick with moisture, and through a narrow drainage tunnel where cold water whispered around our shoes. Felix led the way. Demetri remained behind us.

Behind me.

I could feel his attention like a hand at the center of my back.

When we climbed the final staircase, the reception chamber opened before us, bright after the darkness. A silent woman sat behind the desk, watching us pass.

Then the doors to the throne room swung open.

The Volturi waited in a crescent of black robes.

Edward stood between Jane and Alec.

Bella’s breath caught. “Edward.”

He turned, relief flooding his face.

“Bella.”

His eyes moved to Alice.

Then to me.

For a heartbeat his expression was blank.

Then it sharpened.

Edward stiffened.

Impossible.

The thought crossed his face before I understood why.

Behind me, Demetri took one step forward.

Edward’s gaze snapped to him.

Another heartbeat.

And suddenly Edward was moving.

He crossed the chamber in a blur, placing himself between Demetri and me.

“Stay away from her.”

Bella stared. “Edward?”

A low sound rumbled from Demetri’s chest.

Not anger.

A warning.

Edward’s eyes narrowed. He was listening to something none of us could hear.

Aro leaned forward, fascinated.

“Well,” he said softly. “This is unexpected.”

Demetri’s shoulders squared. Every line of his body turned toward me, protective and possessive all at once.

Edward bared his teeth. “She’s human.”

“She is under my protection,” Demetri said.

The room went still.

Felix blinked. “Ah.”

Edward’s voice dropped. “Your protection?”

Demetri’s gaze never left mine. “My mate.”

The word struck me harder than the cold underground air.

Mate.

Bella’s eyes widened.

Alice froze.

Edward looked suddenly furious.

“She doesn’t belong to you.”

Something flashed across Demetri’s face then—something ancient and absolute.

“She is not a possession,” he said. “But you will not threaten her.”

Edward shifted closer to me.

Demetri moved at the same instant.

Felix sighed.

In a blur of motion, the giant vampire caught Edward around the shoulders and hauled him backward.

“Easy,” Felix said. “The masters dislike broken furniture.”

Edward struggled. “Let me go!”

Demetri stepped in front of me.

Not touching.

Simply there.

A wall between me and the rest of the room.

I should have been terrified.

Instead, my pulse steadied.

Aro’s smile widened. “Extraordinary. Demetri, our finest tracker, rendered entirely incapable of looking anywhere else.”

A faint laugh rippled through the guard.

Demetri ignored them.

“Are you harmed?” he asked quietly.

The concern in his voice startled me more than everything else.

“No.”

His shoulders eased.

And suddenly I understood that if anyone in this chamber moved toward me with hostile intent, Demetri would fight them all.

Even Edward.

Even the Volturi.

Aro rose gracefully. “It seems we have two matters before us. First, the indiscretion involving our young human friend Bella. Second…” His eyes glittered. “A bond of rare significance.”

Edward stopped struggling.

Felix released him but remained close.

Aro extended a pale hand toward me. “Tell me, Y/N—did you know why you were brought here?”

I looked at Alice.

She wouldn’t meet my eyes.

A cold knot formed in my chest.

“Alice?”

Bella looked confused. “What does he mean?”

Alice finally spoke, barely above a whisper.

“We needed every advantage.”

My breath caught.

“If things went wrong,” she said, “another human witness gave us leverage. The Volturi would be less likely to act immediately.”

The throne room seemed to tilt.

“You brought me… in case they needed a reason not to kill you?”

“Y/N—”

“You used me.”

Alice’s face crumpled.

Bella stepped forward. “She didn’t mean—”

“But she did.”

The hurt was sharper than fear had ever been.

Edward closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

For once, there was no defense in his voice.

I wrapped my arms around myself.

The Cullens had been my family for so long that I’d never imagined being anything else.

Yet here, in the center of the Volturi’s throne room, I felt strangely alone.

A cool hand hovered near mine.

Demetri.

Not demanding.

Waiting.

When I looked up, there was no triumph in his expression. Only concern.

“You are free to choose,” he said.

Aro’s brows lifted.

Demetri continued, steady as stone.

“If you wish to leave, no one will stop you while I stand here.”

Edward stared at him.

“So you’d let her go?”

“If that is what she wants.”

The answer settled something deep inside me.

I looked at Alice.

At Edward.

At Bella.

Love still lingered there, tangled with betrayal.

Then I looked at Demetri.

The fierce stillness in his eyes felt nothing like a trap.

It felt like certainty.

“I don’t know what this bond means,” I admitted. “And I’m angry with all of you.”

Alice flinched.

“But for the first time since we came here…” I swallowed. “I don’t feel like a bargaining chip.”

Demetri’s expression softened.

I took a hesitant step toward him.

Then another.

His hand opened.

I placed mine in it.

The contact was cool, gentle, careful—as though he feared I might disappear.

Across the room, Edward’s shoulders lowered.

Alice’s eyes shone with regret.

Aro clasped his hands together, delighted. “Marvelous. A choice freely made.”

I exhaled.

“I’m not staying because anyone forced me to.”

Demetri’s fingers tightened around mine.

“I know.”

The ache of abandonment remained, tender and unfinished.

But as Demetri moved to stand beside me—not before me, not behind me, but beside me—I discovered that the loneliness was no longer quite so heavy.

And when the Volturi doors opened once more, the future waiting beyond them no longer felt like a sentence.