Ok, so I’ll write for any fandom I just have to know wtf you’re talking about because I fear if I don’t the writing won’t be as good 😬 so to stay safe here are some fandoms that I’m into.
Jujutsu Kaisen
Attack on Titan
Twilight
Vampire diaries
The originals
Call of duty
Mind you I am black so I will mostly be writing “x black!reader” fic but i am open to making some more inclusive fics so if you specifically want a “x black!black reader” say that and if you don’t just put “x reader” I’ll know.
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Now let’s talk smut- DUN DUN DUNNNN😧🤭. Lol, I think I’m a pretty kinky bitch, so I’ll just make a list of what I won’t do. If it’s not here then it’s okay to assume that I will do it.
Foot play (I don’t do feet… just can’t sorry)
Scat (wtf🤢)
Piss 😐
Puke😒
And there’s more but I can’t think of it right now so if I don’t fuck with it I just won’t write it, but again there isn’t much I don’t fw with.
How often do I write?
I am a full-time college student and I have a job, but I will try and be as consistent as I possibly can so please be understanding.🩷🩷🩷
“You’ve been following me around a lot lately… well, more than usual at least.”
Y/n shut the door behind her, letting it click softly. Demetri was already there, leaning against the wall as if he’d been molded into it. Arms crossed. Eyes sharp. That same unreadable half smile tugging at his mouth. He shrugged, gaze sliding over her. “Can’t hide away if I’m always near,” he said, voice smooth as silk and twice as smug.
Then he lifted his arm toward her, an invitation, a dare. Y/n’s eyes flicked down at the offered arm for only a heartbeat… but that was long enough for satisfaction to spark in his eyes. She took it, fingers resting lightly against him. The contact made something dark and pleased settle across his features, subtle but unmistakable. They began walking down the dim corridor, marble floors echoing their steps.
“Well,” she murmured, “if that’s your plan, I’m in no position to stop you.” She looked up at him, just a sideways glance at first, but Demetri was already watching her. Always watching. She didn’t shy away. She never did. Instead, she held his gaze, steady and unblinking.
These past few days had been suffocating in their silence. She fed. She read. She listened. And she walked. Endlessly, corridors twisting like veins through the Volturi’s stone hearts.
Walking until she memorized every shadow. Walking until she could navigate blind.
Walking because the stillness felt like drowning. And all the while, Demetri was behind her. A silent echo. A ghost with weight. A hunter with no prey but her.
Tonight was no different. His steps matched hers. His gaze traced her. He looked at her as if she was a puzzle he’d already solved but still enjoyed picking apart and placing back together again.
Her face remained impassive, calm, distant, controlled. He hated it. He loved it too. He couldn’t read her, and it burned him in a place he thought had died centuries ago.
She’s looking for a way out, he thought.
And the thought lodged itself under his ribs, sharp enough to wound even something that technically couldn’t bleed.
He let that realization settle, let it blister inside him, let it carve its mark into the emptiness where his heart once beat. Because these feelings, though foreign, and inconvenient, were addicting. They were his anchor to her. His reminder.
Feeling wasn’t something he was used to. So he clung to it. Clung to her. And he had no intention of letting either go.
They walked in silence for a long moment before y/n finally spoke, her tone softer than usual. Curious almost. “Demetri?” He hummed in response his eyes flicking down to her.
Her head tilted, looking as if she was studying the carve of marble statue they were passing. “You seem to know everything about me,” she said, fingers brushing absently against the back of his hand where their arms linked. “Where I go. What I do. How I think. You track me like it’s second nature.”
“It is second nature, little dove.” His lips curled. “For everyone else, it’s work. For you?” He leaned slightly closer. “It’s instinct.”
She pretended to ignore the weight of that. “Then I want to know something about you, too.”
He actually stopped walking.
Demetri turned toward her fully, face unreadable but eyes sharp with surprise. Y/n had never seen him hesitate before. But now? His jaw flexed, like she had disarmed him with a single sentence. “…You want to know about me?” She shrugged lightly, calm, open, almost shy. “If you’re going to be everywhere I go, I’d like to know who I’m stuck with.”
That earned the faintest, real smile. “A fair request,” he murmured. They resumed walking, slower this time, like their conversation was something delicate that needed room to unfold.
“What do you want to know?” he asked, voice lower, more genuine. “Anything,” she said. “Something small.” A pause “Something real.” Demetri let out a slow exhale through his nose.
“When I was human, just a small boy…. ” he said quietly, “I hated the dark.”
Y/n blinked. She half expected him to tell her story from when he was already a monster. He’d never once spoken about his human life. Especially not with her. He’d always brushed it off as “another lifetime” or “a trivial beginning.” But now he was tipping over like spilled milk.
“Why?” she asked softly. He looked ahead, as if remembering something far away. “There was a cellar beneath the house I grew up in. Damp. Rotting wood. Rats.” His jaw tightened just slightly. “My father used to lock me in there when he thought I needed… discipline.”
She glanced up, watching his profile, too beautiful for someone with such a grim past, too composed for someone confessing childhood terror. “And now?” she asked.
“Now the dark feels like home.” His gaze cut sideways to her. “But I still don’t like small spaces.” It was the closest thing to vulnerability she’d ever seen from him
She let her expression soften as she lightly placed her hand on top of his forearm, giving it a comforting squeeze, as if to anchor him. Her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you…for telling me.”
His back seemed to grow impossibly straighter, and he stilled. Not because of fear, or uncertainty, but from the shock of how tender the touch was. A tenderness he hadn’t felt long before he died.
His voice came out low and rough edged. “You could ask me anything dove, and I would answer.” And she smiled a sweet and kind smile. Even though she was tightening her grip around the string she’d just learned to pull.
•••
The castle breathed differently the following days. They could all feel it in the stones themselves. The way the air warmed around certain corridors, the way footsteps aligned in pairs rather than solitary echoes. The way Demetri’s laughter, quiet and unfamiliar, drifted through the walls. Aro, Caius, and Marcus sat at their thrones with Jane never too far from reach. They heard the soft giggles. Light, human like, bright, followed by Demetri’s lower murmur. A door creaked. The marble trembled faintly under the weight of two hearts metaphorically entwining.
Aro smiled.
“Yes my dear Demetri…” he whispered to himself, fingertips brushing the cold balustrade of his walkway. “Let yourself be the reason she refuses to leave. Let affection root her here. Let her anchor form by your hand, not mine.”
He was ecstatic. Truly, quietly ecstatic. Y/n was brilliant. Her gift was dangerous. Her mind, quick. Her influence, growing. And Aro knew better than anyone: Love binds tighter than chains.
If Demetri became her heart, she would never stray. Aro closed his eyes and basked in the thought while Caius groaned in agitation. “Obsession,” he muttered. “Attachment. Weakness.” Demetri had always been reliable, sharpened by centuries of discipline. But now? Now he lingered outside her room. Now he returned late from patrols. Now he let a newborn, one still dripping with humanity close enough to touch. Caius felt the shift like a storm front settling. “Too close,” he hissed. “He’s letting her in too much.” Aro spoke, eyes still closed. “You disagree bother? With me?” His voice was calm but Caius knew better. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Hushed.
Marcus didn’t need to listen to the walls or the air. He saw the threads. Invisible bonds stretched between Demetri and Y/n. They were thin, trembling, bright as spun gold. Not love. Not yet. But potential.
Connection.
Possibility.
Danger.
He watched the threads flicker each time they passed in the hallways. Strengthen when Demetri leaned down to whisper something to her. Stiffen when she touched his arm. Pulse when he looked at her with something like longing.
Marcus felt something bloom in the space between them, something Aro wouldn’t question and Caius couldn’t see, but something Marcus recognized. It wasn’t love. It was direction.
As if Y/n were walking Demetri somewhere. Gently, yet Inevitably. But Marcus said nothing. He always said nothing.
From the doorway, Jane said nothing at first. But her silence was an agreement sharper than any spoken judgment. Jane did not admit it aloud, but Y/n unnerved her.
The illusionist moved like a whisper through the halls, too quiet, too soft, too controlled.
Her gift had no scent, no real sound, no physical ripple. It was simply there. And Demetri followed it like a moth to flame.
Jane’s eyes narrowed each time she heard Low voices trading stories. The muted hush of private intimacy. She never liked what she couldn’t predict. And she definitely didn’t like what she couldn’t see. Demetri was slipping. She could feel it. But instead of stopping him, she simply folded her hands behind her back and watched.
Else where in the castle, Alec leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, bored nearly to death (figuratively). He watched Demetri walk by with Y/n tucked close at his side. The girl laughed at something he said.Demetri’s lips twitched upward. Alec rolled his eyes and Felix glances at him “Pathetic,” he muttered softly. This “relationship,” if one could call it that, didn’t interest him. Didn’t threaten him.
Didn’t affect him. People fell in and out of obsession all the time. The immortal were no different. Alec simply didn’t care. And that indifference was its own kind of omen.
Felix tried to be supportive. He really did. He liked Demetri. Respected him. Considered him one of the few sane, stable creatures in the castle. But Y/n…Her gift… Her eyes… The way the air bent around her.
Felix couldn’t explain it, but she made him feel watched even when her back was turned. So when he saw the two of them walking together. Demetri speaking low, Y/n smiling softly. Felix forced a shrug.
“Good for him,” he murmured. Even though something cold crawled up his spine. Something that whispered: This will not end well.
Sorry this took so long to get out. Can’t tell you when the next part is coming… sorry in advance. Spoiler alert: I chose to give y/n Zafrina’s gift because I’m not creative. SHOOT ME! anyway. There are no real warnings I care enough to put. Happy reading🩷
Life has a funny way of showing just how fast shit can hit the fan. One second, you’re just a girl hanging out with your best friend at an empty park way past curfew. The next, you’re a vampire in Italy, watching another vampire get slammed onto marble steps so hard the stone cracks beneath him.
“Please! No—no, no, PLEASE!” Bella pleads desperately, drawing every eye in the chamber. “Kill me—kill me. Not him.” The voice hit her first. It was high, desperate, cracking at the edges. Y/n froze. She knew that voice. Her eyes flicked toward the center of the chamber. The beging girl was older now, but Y/n would’ve recognized that face anywhere. Bella Swan.
Forks’ quiet little shadow. The same kid who used to hide behind her dad’s legs, whispering about how “weird” Y/n was. The same girl who once held her hand in the park, smiling with crooked baby teeth.
Y/n felt… nothing.
By now, Alice had Aro’s attention, showing him the vision of Bella’s transformation, when Y/n suddenly felt it. Eyes on her. Her gaze darted to Bella, half-expecting the human to be staring straight at her. Bella couldn’t see the illusion Y/n wrapped herself in, so maybe she’d somehow caught the girls attention by accident. No. Bella’s focus was locked on Edward, blind to anything else. Which meant only one other person could be watching her.
Demetri.
Across the hall, his eyes were already fixed on her. Not on Aro, not the Cullens, not the trembling human girl. On her. There was no way he should have been able to see her. She hadn’t been a vampire for long, but she was confident in her gift. Her illusions could fool anyone. Anyone but him.
He couldn’t see her, but he could feel her. Track her. Sniff her out no matter how carefully she hid. Her invisibility illusion had never once worked on him, and tonight was no different. His lips curved into that infuriating half-smile. A silent taunt: I see you, little dove. You know you could never be invisible to me.
Y/n stared back, her gaze unwavering. She hated him, loathed him even, but he never left her alone. Trying to escape was impossible with him always aware of her whereabouts. Sometimes she wished he’d never given her the choice to live. If she had known she’d be locked in this hellhole with these power-hungry maniacs, she would have gladly laid her life down at his feet.
Their staring contest was cut short when Aro bid them goodbye and the doors opened for Bella and the Cullens to leave. Demetri led them out. Soon after, a group of tourists was shepherded in by the same woman who had once led Y/n toward her doom.
Y/n felt no guilt as their throats were torn out. It was simply the end of the line for them: unfortunate, yes, but necessary in her eyes. The screams fell on deaf ears, though for just a second, she remembered what it was like to be the one who was led inside, terrified and helpless. She buried the thought as quickly as it came.
Later that night
Y/n stood on her balcony, the night air cold against her already freezing skin. She couldn’t feel it. She was lost in thought when she felt Demetri’s presence.
“Are you gonna stare at me like that all night?” she asked, irritation sharp in her voice. She didn’t need to look back. She knew what his presence felt like, the way the air grew heavy, thick enough that she could almost pretend she still needed to breathe.
“That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea,” he said, and she could practically hear the smirk in his voice. She turned, leaning back against the stone railing to face him. He stood at the threshold of her room, framed by the open glass doors, looking as predatory as ever.
“Did you need something?” Y/n asked, more annoyed than she wanted to sound, especially at how unfairly good he looked after everything he’d done to her. He placed a finger on his chin, pretending to think. “Hmm, now that you mention it… that Bella girl. You know her?”
Her chest tightened. Of course he’d noticed. He was good. Too good. Still, there was no way he could’ve known for sure without catching her reaction earlier. “What’s it to you?” she asked, already tired of the conversation.
He gave a small, amused laugh and took a few steps closer. “Just trying to know you a little better. Hard to do that when I’m always having to track you down.” Her stare hardened. What more do you need to know? You already know too damn much.
Demetri tilted his head, mock pity twisting his features. “Aw, come on, dove. Don’t look at me like that. Can’t you see I’m trying?” He reached out to brush his thumb against her cheek, but she slapped his hand away and shoved past him, heading for the door. He was faster. He always was. He moved, blocking her path in a blur.
“Leave me alone, Demetri. I’ve had enough,” she said, exhaling like exhaustion could even touch her anymore.
“Answer my question.” His tone cut through the air, sharp and commanding. He wasn’t asking now. She stared up at him, maybe a moment too long before replying, “I don’t know who Bella is.” A half-lie. She did know Bella. She just hadn’t seen her in years. And she knew what Demetri’s question really meant: Who do I have to talk to if you vanish? She couldn’t let him have that information. Silence stretched between them before he finally spoke. “Fine. I’ll leave you be, for now.”
He wasn’t fooled. She knew he didn’t believe her. But he didn’t push, and for that, she was quietly grateful. He turned toward the door, pausing just long enough to throw one last line over his shoulder. “Have a nice night, little dove.”
And then he was gone. Y/n stared into the darkness he’d left behind, her mind already racing. She needed to find a way out, and fast.
•••
The stone castle was quiet after Y/n’s door closed. It always was once night fell over the small city. One might think such creatures of the night would be more active after dark. Maybe they were simply trying to protect whatever sliver of humanity they had left, locking themselves away at night.
Aro still sat on his throne. Demetri stood beside him now. “She’s getting restless,” Demetri said, staring at the wide stone floor scarred from the earlier struggle with the Cullen boy. Y/n’s desire to leave frustrated him to no end, and he couldn’t even explain why.
“Of course she is,” Aro replied mildly. “Restlessness is often the cost of brilliance.” His thoughts drifted to the girl and her gift. His fingers traced the carved details of the throne. “Her gift continues to grow, does it not? She managed to conceal herself from everyone in the room today.”
Demetri nodded slightly, still watching the floor. “Yes. She’s also able to make her illusions last longer, hours now, maybe even days if she wishes.”
Aro hummed, pleased. His smile was thin, never reaching his eyes. “Then she stays close. I trust you to make sure of that.” The words were not a request. “She doesn’t like to be watched,” Demetri said, glancing toward him.
“Few creatures do.” Aro’s amusement vanished. “But you will watch her all the same.” He rose, the hem of his robe whispering against the floor as he left.
Demetri inclined his head but didn’t move, even after Aro’s footsteps faded. He stared down at his reflection in the polished stone almost human. Almost. And the thought of her trying to leave made something inside him twist, something that almost felt alive.
Y/n had only made two new friends since her mother shipped her away: her roommates.
The first was Haylee, a tall girl standing at 5’11, with fair skin and long, straight dark-brown hair. Volleyball was her whole world. It was the reason she’d even gotten into the school.
The second was Brittany. Shorter than Haylee but still tall at 5’6, with deep brown skin and curly hair that brushed just below her shoulders. Her parents were loaded, always away on business, and she’d chosen boarding school so she wouldn’t be home alone anymore. She claimed she wanted to be a flight attendant someday, not because she’d ever need to work, but because she thought it would be “a cute way to travel the world.”
They were good girls. Kind, sweet, honest. Nothing like Y/n.
At first, she made life hell for them by coming in past curfew and getting everyone in trouble, refusing to clean her side of the room, blasting music too loud. Anything she thought might get her kicked out. But the school was annoyingly dedicated to its students. No matter how much she acted out, she was never cast aside and only punished, nudged into clubs and study groups, always dragged back on track. And her roommates? They refused to let her drive them insane.
They weren’t blind. They could see she felt trapped.
One morning, Y/n stepped out of the shower, after hogging all the hot water, as usual, and found Brittany sitting cross-legged on her bed, arms crossed, lips pressed in a deep frown.
Y/n tilted her head and chuckled. “You got a problem, Bubbles?” Brittany rolled her eyes at the nickname and stood. “We have a problem, actually.” She glanced at Haylee, who was leaning against the wall. Haylee gave a small nod. “Yeah. And before you get all bitchy and storm out, just hear us out, okay?” Y/n looked between them, bored. But after a beat, she groaned and nodded. That alone surprised them.
Brittany jumped in. “We get that you don’t want to be here. We’re sorry you were forced into this, you didn’t have a choice. But you have to understand we’re not the ones who did this to you.”
“Exactly,” Haylee added, her voice tight with exhaustion. “This is new for us too. We’re just trying to make it feel a little more like home, but we can’t do that if you’re sabotaging everything for yourself and for us.”
Brittany’s tone softened but stayed firm. “Please, Y/n. We know you hate it here, but try to see where we’re coming from. Do something besides sneaking into bars. It’s Italy, for God’s sake. If you open up, maybe you’ll see it’s not all as bad as it seems.” For a long moment, Y/n just stared at them. And for a second, they thought they’d finally broken through.
Then she smirked. “Oh, are you two done whining?” The dismissal hit like a slap. Brittany’s face twisted, fury rising, but instead of screaming she stormed past Y/n, slipping on her shoes and coat and slamming the door behind her. Haylee shook her head, pushing off the wall. “Being a bitch won’t fix your problems. It’ll only make them worse.” She followed after Brittany, leaving Y/n alone.
The silence was deafening.
Y/n looked down at her feet, chewing her lip. Fuck them. I already know how much of a nuisance I am. It’s the whole reason I’m here. Didn’t need those two to tell me something I already knew. A drop hit her toes. She blinked, lifted her hands to her face, and wiped quickly at her eyes.
“I hate this.”
Haylee and Brittany returned that night, slipping in before curfew. What they didn’t expect was to actually find Y/n in bed sleeping, not out stirring trouble like usual. Even stranger was her side of the room. The mess of clothes and clutter that always covered her floor had been cleared away. For once, her space was spotless. It was unsettling. But the girls exchanged a look, said nothing, and quietly went to sleep.
The following days only grew more surreal. Y/n wasn’t herself. She went to classes, to study groups, back to the dorm. She didn’t skip, she didn’t sneak out. She was quiet.
At first, Haylee and Brittany told themselves it was better this way. Better than chaos, at least. But soon guilt crept in. Wasn’t she lonely? They had never seen her hang out with anyone else on campus, even before the confrontation. So they decided to try.
It started small: inviting her to the store for a few things. Y/n agreed. Next, asking if she wanted to study at the café. Again, she agreed. Before long she was walking with them to class, laughing, joking, even smiling. She grew on them. Against all odds, they liked her. And Y/n liked being liked. She couldn’t deny it, there was something easier about pretending. About smiling at the right times, speaking at just the right volume, not too much, not too little. People didn’t glare at her. Her roommates didn’t look like they hated her. So she wore the mask.
A prettier version of herself. A version everyone else wanted.
•••
“There’s a festival happening in Volterra this weekend.”
Brittany and Y/n both looked up from their spots on Y/n’s bed as Haylee dropped her duffel bag after volleyball practice. “What kind of festival?” Brittany asked, already curious. “They say it’s Saint Marcus Day. Happens every year.” Y/n tilted her head. “Who’s that?”
Brittany perked up. “Oh, I’ve heard of him! Apparently he drove all the vampires out of the town a really long time ago.” Y/n stared at her like she’d just claimed the sky was green and the grass was blue. “Vampires? Really?”
All three of them laughed, shaking their heads at the ridiculousness of it. Once the giggles faded, Haylee shrugged. “Yeah, it’s dumb as hell. But hey it’s something to do, right?” Eventually, they agreed. It would be fun. Or at least interesting.
The weekend came faster than expected, and soon they were on a bus, forty-five minutes from campus. When they arrived, they froze in shock. Almost everyone wore long red cloaks. Red flags draped from windows, banners waved in the streets. To the girls, it looked less like a festival and more like a cult. “This is… kinda eerie,” Y/n whispered to Brittany. “Yeah,” Brittany admitted, “but I guess it’s supposed to be spooky, right? The whole vampire theme and everything.”
“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”
They joined a tour group of obvious tourists. Regularly dressed people who looked just as out of place as they did. The guide, however, was strange. Tall, pale, with glossy brown hair falling just past her shoulders. Her black eyes gleamed as she spoke in a low, smoky voice, explaining everything without really explaining anything.
Eventually, she led them through the entrance of a castle like building. The girls lingered toward the back of the group when Y/n leaned in and whispered, “I have to pee.” Brittany gaped. “Right now?” Y/n nodded. She glanced toward the guide, who was still deep in her rehearsed speech. “I’ll just find one and catch up with you guys.”
Haylee nearly tripped over herself. “What the hell are you talking about? You don’t even know where the bathroom is!” she hissed. Y/n rolled her eyes. “You really think a bathroom would be hard to find? They give tours here all the time.” Haylee hesitated, then groaned. “Fine, but hurry back.” Y/n smirked and slipped away, quiet as a shadow.
•••
She was horribly wrong. Every corner led to another endless hallway. Every door she tried was locked. What she thought would be a quick detour was starting to feel like a maze. One designed to keep her in, not let her out.
What she hadn’t noticed was the man following her from hall to hall. He watched with amusement as she twisted and pushed on doorknobs only to find them locked, watching her throw small tantrums of frustration. After the tenth locked door, he finally made himself known. “And where are you supposed to be, little bird?” he asked.
She spun around, heart stuttering when she took him in. He was utterly, disarmingly gorgeous with his pale skin, black eyes like the tour guide’s, but his hair was short and he wore an all black suit. For a second she forgot to breathe. Realizing she was staring, she forced herself to answer. “I…I was looking for the bathroom.”
He smirked and tilted his head. “The bathroom?” She nodded. “Sorry, dove, but there are no bathrooms here. You’ll just have to hold it until the tour is over.” She gaped. “How are there no bathrooms? Don’t you guys live here? And how’d you know I was part of the tour? I could be a burglar for all you know.”
He laughed softly and looked her up and down. “Well… it’s pretty obvious you’re a tourist. Burglars don’t usually wear shorts. Plus you’re looking for a bathroom, which as I said, we don’t have. It doesn’t matter why. Now come. I’ll show you back to the group.” He began to walk away. She stayed put. “Yeah, no offense, but following strange men in abandoned hallways? That’s how horror movies start.” He looked back, smiling like a wolf. “Unless You want to roam these halls forever. In which case, I can’t say I’d complain.” Her stomach dropped, sass instantly souring on her tongue. Reluctantly, arms crossed and face hot, she followed him. The walk was quiet; she managed to get his name, Demetri, and told him hers. Any other questions were shut down.
After a while he led her to a long corridor with a large set of doors at the end. He stopped and finally spoke again. “Do you believe in vampires, little dove?” She blinked. “Of course not. What the hell type of question is that?” Demetri said nothing more as he strode toward the doors and she followed, confusion gnawing at her. As they neared, a commotion leaked from behind the doors. Screams, tearing noises, the sickening snap of bone. Her feet froze.
Dread etched itself across her face. She felt Demetri’s gaze pressed against her skin, dissecting her like she was already meat on a table, but she refused to look at him, too afraid he would have morphed into the monster she imagined. The same monsters she could hear behind that door.
“Your friends are in there,” the man beside her said. She finally looked up. He hadn’t grown horns or claws or fangs. He had been a monster this whole time, only a beautiful one. She had no idea monsters could be so terrifyingly handsome. “I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” Her voice was tiny now, stripped of its usual armor, but of course he’d heard her. “Is that what you want?” he asked, his face oddly solemn, as if he were actually giving her a choice.
She thought of Forks, of her mom, of Jess, of the dad she missed. Tears began to fall. Demetri took her hands and lifted them to his lips, brushing one tear away before another took its place. “I can save you from this,” he whispered. “Would you like that?”
Behind them the screaming rose, a chorus of panic and pain. Her answer tumbled out as a weak whimper. “Please… please save me.” Demetri’s smirk returned. He wove his fingers through hers and pushed the heavy doors open with one effortless hand.
A Reader insert. You, a girl from forks gets sent to a boarding school in Italy. There you find that vampires do exist. (Sorry I’m not good at these. Just read it lmao😭)
Summer of 1994
The six year old girl held her dad’s hand tightly as they stood a few feet away, watching another girl and boy who looked about her age. The girl was chasing the smaller boy around an old tree stump, laughing as she waved a worm on a stick. The boy shrieked, nearly in tears.
Charlie stifled a laugh, but quickly recovered when he felt the little hand in his grip tense and start to pull back. He turned, crouching down so he was eye level with his daughter. “Hey, bells. You know I love you,right?” She nodded quickly, and Charlie continued.
“Good. So you also know I’d never let anything bad happen to you. I just want what’s best. And what’s best is that you make some new friends here in Forks, so you don’t have to spend all your time inside with boring old me.”
Bella frowned and shook her head. “But you’re not boring! I like being with you! Plus…” She glanced toward the two children. The girl had just dropped the worm into the boy’s hair, and now he was running around like a headless chicken while she rolled on the ground, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Bella wrinkled her nose. “…I’m pretty sure there’s something wrong with her.”
Charlie shook his head. “Aw, kiddo, they’re just playing. And it’s not nice to say there’s something wrong with other people. Some folks are just different. I’m sure if you go—” He stopped as a small hand tapped his shoulder. “Hi, Mr. Swan!” chirped the girl, beaming wide enough to show off the gap where her front tooth had fallen out a few days earlier.
Charlie opened his mouth to greet her, but she was already focused on Bella. “Hello, I’m Y/n! What’s your name?” Bella stared at her for a moment before answering softly. “I’m Isabella, but everyone calls me Bella.”
“That’s a pretty name!” Y/n grinned. “Wanna play with us?” She pointed to the boy behind her, who had finally freed his hair of the worm. His face was streaked with dried tears, and his jeans were stained with dirt. “This is Jacob! We just met yesterday and we’re already besties, but there’s always room for more!” Bella hesitated and glanced up at her father. Charlie gave her a small encouraging nod. She looked back at the two and nodded shyly. Instantly, Y/n grabbed her hand and pulled her along.
Y/n played ruff, but Bella and Jacob eventually got the hang of what y/n called “playing”. They spent almost every day together that summer. But when summer ended, and Bella stopped coming back except for certain holidays, so did their friendship.
Year 2003
Y/n let out a dry, disbelieving laugh. “No way. No, I’m not.” She gripped the papers her mother had handed her, crumpling them in her fists. Her mother’s face was stone. “Yes, the hell you are. You can’t keep living under my roof with all the bullshit you’ve been pulling since your dad passed.”
Y/n’s throat tightened, like a noose was pulling tighter with every word. “I can’t do this anymore. Not by myself.” Her mother’s voice broke into finality. “Pack your shit. I’ve had enough.”
When the door slammed behind her, Y/n kept staring down at the papers, hot tears dripping onto the ink. Eventually, she shoved on her shoes and coat, unlatched her window, and slipped outside into the cold.
PING
Jessica cracked her eyelids open at the buzz of a notification on her phone.
Y/n: hey bitch, come walk with me.
Groaning, Jessica slid out of bed and crept through the house, careful not to wake her parents. She slipped out the back door, rounded to the front, and froze when she spotted her best friend’s figure under the streetlight. “What the hell, Y/n?! You know I’m grounded! If I get—” She stopped dead. Y/n’s nose was red, her eyes swollen, her face streaked like she’d been crying for hours. Jessica rushed forward and pulled her into a hug. “Y/n, what’s wrong? You’ve been crying? You literally never cry.” The questions only made Y/n cling harder. “I really fucked up this time, Jess.” Jessica pulled back, cupping her friend’s face. “What? What do you mean?”
“My mom’s beyond pissed. She’s sending me away to boarding school Jessica.” It felt like the air was sucked straight out of Jessica’s lungs. “No…”
“Yes.” Y/n’s voice cracked. “For how long?”
Y/n shook her head, tears spilling fresh. “After tonight, I don’t know. But I promise, with all my heart, we’ll see each other again one day.” Jessica was crying too now. Y/n lifted her pinky, and after a heartbeat of hesitation, Jessica linked hers. They kissed their fists, sealing it.
HONK HONK
Both their heads whipped toward the blaring horn. Y/n’s mother was waiting in the car, her face hard and cold. “Are you fucking with me right now? Get in. Now.” Jessica’s parents stepped onto their porch, faces furious, voices cutting through the night.
This was it.
Y/n climbed into the car, her mother’s shouting drowned out by the sight in the side mirror. Jessica, her best friend in the world, shrinking smaller and smaller until she was gone.
••••
Jessica and Y/n texted every day after she left. Y/n wrote about the uptight rich kids at her school, about how Montepulciano was beautiful but achingly lonely.
One night, she mentioned a weekend trip. “We’re visiting some nearby city called Volterra. I’ll text you when we get back. Love you.”
That was the last message Jessica ever got.
At first, she assumed Y/n had just forgotten after a long day. But days became weeks. Weeks bled into months. Whenever Jessica asked, Y/n’s mother shut her down, cold, bitter, blaming her for being “part of the reason” her daughter had to be sent away in the first place. And so months became years.
We are back with our third year of #BlackExcellence365. Now that we are the BIG 3, it seems only right to launch a blog dedicated to BLACK EXCELLENCE.
This blog is about all things BLACK and EXCELLENT, showcasing the Black community’s contributions to the world. From music to fashion to literature to historical spotlights—we’ll be featuring all of it.
We will lean on the past, revel in the present, and create a vision for the future. Black history is every day, so we plan to celebrate it every day. And, with your help, we can make this an even bigger celebration.
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