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[simpforvictoria]

Hello guys !!

I finally decided it was time to escape Wattpad, the end of and era really, and come to Tumblr bcs my friend @simpfordemetri introduced me to it and I thought why not.

Bear in mind, this is literally my first time writing on this platform and writing Twilight ffs, but I’m open for any requests.

As you can tell, I’m a simp for Victoria and Rosalie so most of my one shots probably’ll go about them, but

IM OPEN FOR ANY REQUESTS !!

So send me any idea and I’ll try to write it out :))

(i also watched The Vampire Diaries so i can write about that as well)

Thnx you guys! Hope you enjoyyy!!

[simpforvictoria]

THE THIRD SCENT — PT.2 (JAMES & VICTORIA X READER)

The group made it back to town faster than expected, the rain easing up just enough to let them hike out without turning into a total disaster. Everyone was soaked, muddy, and buzzing from the storm, laughing about how the “hangover hike” had turned into a full-on downpour adventure.

They checked into the creaky little hotel on the edge of Forks, the one they had eyed earlier as a backup plan after the camping night got cut short. The rooms smelled like old pine and damp carpet, floors squeaking under every step, but it felt like a relief after the chaos in the woods.

Y/N trailed behind the others as they hauled their packs inside, her head throbbing worse with every minute. The buzzing warmth from the venom had turned into something sharper, more insistent. She told herself it was just the hangover mixed with the weird bite she still didn’t fully understand, but deep down she knew something was seriously wrong.

In the small lobby area, the group sprawled out on worn couches and chairs, ordering pizza from the front desk guy and cracking open the last of the beers they had saved. Laughter echoed off the walls as they replayed the night before.

— That storm came out of nowhere, — one of the girls said, kicking her boots off and laughing. — One minute we’re telling stories, next minute it’s like the sky was pissed at us.—

— Told you the legends were real, — the boy grinned, taking a big bite of pizza. — Maybe it was the “vampires” getting mad we were camping in their spot.—

Ethan sat on the arm of one couch, watching Y/N closely. She had been quiet the whole way back, avoiding his eyes, brushing off his attempts to walk next to her on the trail.

— Hey, Y/N. You okay? You’ve been acting kinda off since the hike.—

Y/N flinched at the sound of his voice. It wasn’t just loud, it felt like it drilled straight into her skull. Every noise in the lobby was amplified: the creak of the old floorboards, the hum of the fridge behind the desk, even the rain still tapping on the windows outside. Smells hit her too hard, the greasy pizza, her girl-friend’s perfume, the damp wool of everyone’s clothes. It was all too much.

— I’m fine, — she muttered sharply, turning away from him and dropping into a chair in the corner. — Just tired. Leave me alone for a bit.—

Ethan blinked, looking hurt. — Whoa, okay? Last night was… I thought we had fun. Did I do something wrong?—

She didn’t answer, pressing her palms to her temples. The lights in the lobby felt blinding, like they were stabbing her eyes. Her skin itched and burned under her damp clothes. The venom was spreading, turning her body into a battlefield she didn’t understand. She could hear the heartbeat of the guy at the front desk from across the room. She could smell the faint trace of blood under someone’s bandaid from a blister on the hike. It was overwhelming. Terrifying.

Her friend noticed and waved her over with a smile. — Come on, Y/N! We’re playing cards. Loser buys the next round when we find a real bar tomorrow. Don’t be a downer.—

— I said I’m fine, — Y/N snapped, her voice harsher than she meant. She stood up quickly, the movement too fast for normal, nearly knocking over a lamp.

— I just need some air or something. Don’t wait up.—

She headed for the hallway toward the rooms, ignoring the confused looks from her friends. Ethan started to follow.

— Y/N, wait up. Talk to me. You were all excited about this trip and now you’re treating me like I’m some stranger after what happened last night.—

She whirled on him in the narrow hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing loudly in her ears like angry hornets. His cologne, the same one from the night before, hit her like a wall, mixing with the memory of his skin and making her stomach twist with confusion and nausea.

— I said leave me alone, Ethan! — she hissed, stepping back when he got too close. — Last night was a mistake, okay? Just… go have fun with the others. I don’t want to deal with this right now.—

Ethan stopped, looking genuinely stung. — A mistake? Damn, Y/N. Alright. Whatever. I’ll give you space.—

He turned and headed back to the lobby, shoulders tense. Y/N leaned against the wall for a second, breathing hard. Her veins felt like they were on fire again, the same burning from the bite spreading deeper. She could hear every word her friends were saying back in the lobby even from down the hall.

— She’s probably just hungover and freaked out from the storm, — one of her girl-friend’s was saying.

— Yeah, but she was fine this morning, — the boy replied.

Y/N slipped into the room she was sharing with her friend, closing the door behind her. The quiet didn’t help. The walls were thin. She could still hear everything laughter, cards slapping on the table, Ethan’s quieter, hurt voice. Outside, a car passed on the street and the engine roar made her wince. Her reflection in the small mirror looked pale, eyes a little too bright.

— What is happening to me? — she whispered, gripping the edge of the sink. Another wave of burning pain rolled through her body. She doubled over, biting her lip to keep from making noise. Her senses kept cranking higher. She could smell the dust in the carpet fibers, the faint mold in the bathroom grout, the leftover whiskey on her own clothes. It was too much. She wanted to scream but held it in.

After a few hours, night had fallen over Forks, bringing that thick, endless drizzle again. Down at the hotel’s open bar area, Y/N’s friends were now loud and having the time of their lives. Music spilled out, mixed with laughter and the clink of glasses as they turned the night into a proper party after the rainy hike. Y/N had told them she was feeling sick and was going to bed early.

She stood alone on the small balcony of their room, leaning against the wet railing with a cigarette between her fingers. The smoke curled up slowly in the damp air. She took a long drag, hoping it would calm the fire still burning under her skin. It didn’t. Everything felt wrong. Too loud. Too bright. Too much.

She stared out at the dark trees behind the hotel, trying to make sense of it all. The bite. The sudden strength this morning. The way those two strangers in the woods had looked at her like she was something special. Her eyes ached strangely. When she caught her reflection in the glass door, the usual color was fading into an eerie crimson glow. She blinked hard, rubbing her eyes. But then, her senses caught something, a presence.

She spun around fast, her heart was hammering, almost breaking out of her chest.

Victoria and James stood behind her, having appeared in a fast but completely silent movement. Victoria’s red hair looked almost black in the low light, her eyes soft and intense. James leaned against the railing a little further back, arms crossed, his expression guarded and distant.

Victoria spoke first, her voice low and warm.

— There’s no need to be afraid. You’re already ours—

Y/N jumped, pressing her back against the railing. — How the hell did you get up here? Stay away from me!—

Victoria took one slow step closer, a gentle smile on her face. — We felt you. The bond pulled us here. You’re changing, and it’s calling to us.—

James stayed back, jaw tight. He watched Victoria look at Y/N with that open adoration and it clearly pissed him off. — This is insane, Vic. She’s still fighting it. We should just-…—

— No, — Victoria cut him off firmly, possessive fire in her eyes as she focused completely on Y/N. — She’s ours, and we’re not killing her for no reason. Can’t you feel the pull getting stronger? Look at her eyes, James. She’s turning. She’s the third we’ve been missing.—

Y/N’s hands shook as she stubbed out the cigarette. — Third what? This is all bullshit. You two are crazy. Vampires aren’t real. This is just some weird myth from the stories I read. It can’t be true. I’m not… whatever you think I am.—

Victoria’s expression softened even more. She wanted to reach out and hold her. — It is real. Let me show you.—

In a smooth motion, Victoria picked up a metal ashtray from the small table and crushed it effortlessly in her hand like it was made of paper, then dropped the twisted metal at Y/N’s feet. She moved in a blur to the other side of the balcony and back again before Y/N could even blink.

— See? We exist. Vampires. And that bite you got last night started your transformation. It takes three days. Your body is burning right now because the venom is changing you. You need to come with us. We can help you through it. Keep you safe.—

James shifted uncomfortably, still jealous and distant, but even he couldn’t fully ignore the growing pull. He felt a faint tug toward Y/N, like something deep inside was waking up. — Victoria’s right about one thing. You’re changing. But this whole mate thing… — He glanced at Victoria, then back at Y/N, voice rough. — It’s complicated. You were with that boy last night. You’re not ready for this.—

— I don’t want any of this! — Y/N snapped aggressively, stepping forward without thinking. She shoved James hard in the chest, not realizing her new strength. He actually stumbled back a step, surprise flashing across his face.

— Stay the hell away from me! Both of you! This isn’t real. I’m going home after this trip and forgetting any of you existed.—

Victoria moved instantly, placing herself between them protectively, one hand hovering near Y/N like she wanted to steady her. — That’s not how it works. Your body is getting stronger already. You don’t know your own power yet. Please. Come with us. We won’t force you, but the change is going to get worse. The pain, the hunger… we can guide you.—

Before Y/N could argue again, the door to the room slid open. One of her girl-friends, stepped out onto the balcony, looking concerned.

— Y/N? You okay in here? I heard voices and wanted to check if you were still feeling sick—

James and Victoria blurred away in the same instant, disappearing silently into the night like they had never been there.

Her friend blinked, frowning. — Who were you talking to? I swear I heard people out here.

Y/N forced a shaky breath, trying to act normal even as another brutal wave of venom fire rolled through her body. — Nobody. Just… talking to myself. The storm messed with my head, I guess. I’m fine. Really.—

The girl stepped closer, worry clear on her face. — You don’t look fine. You’re pale as hell. Come inside and—

Y/N’s vision suddenly swam. The burning exploded through her veins all at once, worse than before. Her legs gave out. She collapsed forward, the world going fuzzy and dark around the edges.

— Y/N! — the girl gasped, catching her just in time. — Oh my god, she fainted! Guys! Help!—

The ambulance ride to the small Forks hospital was a blur of flashing lights and overwhelming noise. Y/N drifted in and out of consciousness, the venom burning hotter than ever through her veins. Every siren wail felt like knives in her ears. Every bump in the road sent fresh fire racing under her skin. By the time they wheeled her into the emergency room, her body was trembling uncontrollably.

A human doctor, Dr. Ramirez, leaned over her, shining a light in her eyes while nurses hooked up monitors.

— Her vitals are all over the place. Blood pressure spiking, heart rate erratic. What happened? — he asked her friend, who had ridden with her.

— She just collapsed on the balcony. Said she felt sick earlier. We thought it was a bad hangover or something from the camping trip, — her girl-friend explained, voice shakyy.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open for a second, the crimson still hidden in the harsh lighting. — It hurts… everything hurts… — she whispered hoarsely.

Then the convulsions hit hard. Her body jerked violently on the bed, muscles seizing as the venom pushed deeper. Monitors started beeping wildly.

— She’s seizing! Get the crash cart ready! — Dr. Ramirez shouted. — Hold her steady, don’t let her bite her tongue!—

Y/N’s world narrowed to pure agony. She thrashed against the hands holding her down, a low groan escaping as another wave ripped through her. The pain was worse than the initial bite, like her bones were melting and reforming all at once.

— We need backup in here! Page Dr. Cullen, now! — Dr. Ramirez called urgently. — This isn’t responding like a normal seizure.—

Carlisle arrived within minutes, moving with that calm, graceful efficiency that always put people at ease. He took one look at Y/N on the table and his golden eyes sharpened with recognition.

— Let me see her, — he said quietly but firmly, stepping in beside Dr. Ramirez. He gently turned her head and spotted the bite mark on her neck, still faintly bruised but clearly a vampire bite. The venom scent was unmistakable to him.

Dr. Ramirez frowned. — Her symptoms don’t make sense. No fever, no infection markers we can see yet, but she’s burning up internally. This looks like some kind of toxic reaction, but…—

Carlisle placed a steady hand on Y/N’s shoulder, his voice soft. — I’ve seen something similar before. Rare cases. Let me take over here. You can step out and update the family. I’ll take over from here.—

The other doctor hesitated, clearly suspicious, eyes flicking between Carlisle and the unusual bite. — Are you sure, Dr. Cullen? This doesn’t look like anything standard.

— I’m sure, — Carlisle replied calmly, meeting his gaze with quiet authority. — Trust me. I’ll call you if I need anything.—

Dr. Ramirez nodded reluctantly and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Alone now, Carlisle worked quickly but gently. He adjusted the IV, added something from his own discreet supplies that he kept for situations exactly like this, the same careful mix he had once used on Edward, Esme, and Rosalie during their transformations centuries ago. His hands moved with practiced compassion as he leaned close to Y/N’s ear.

— You’re going to be alright, — he said softly, his voice full of genuine empathy. — I know the pain you’re in. The fire, the burning… it feels endless, but it won’t be. You were bitten. The venom is changing you. I’m going to help ease it as much as I can right now.—

Y/N gasped as another convulsion tried to hit, but Carlisle’s steady presence and the medication seemed to dull the edges just enough. Her crimson-tinged eyes met his for a moment.

— Who… are you? — she managed through gritted teeth. — It feels like I’m dying…—

Carlisle smiled gently, placing a cool hand on her forehead. — My name is Carlisle Cullen. I’ve helped others through this exact change before. You’re not dying, it’s actually the total opposit. You’re becoming something new. I wish I could take all the pain away, but I can only make it bearable for now. Breathe through it.—

The worst of the immediate convulsions eased under his care. Y/N’s body still trembled, but the fire receded to a heavy, constant burn instead of explosive agony. She could feel her senses still heightening, the beep of machines too loud, the smell of antiseptic burning her nose, but Carlisle’s calm voice anchored her.

After stabilizing her enough, Carlisle stepped out to speak with her worried friends gathered in the waiting area, all of them jumped up immediately.

— Is she okay? — Ethan asked, looking guilty and concerned. — She was acting weird all day and then just collapsed.—

Carlisle’s expression was perfectly composed, kind but serious, the picture of a compassionate doctor. — She’s stable for now, but I’m afraid she’s slipped into a coma. We don’t know the exact cause yet. It could be a severe reaction to something she encountered on your hike, possibly an unknown toxin or bite. We’re running tests. She’ll need to stay here under observation.—

One of her friends covered her mouth. — A coma? Oh god…—

— Can we see her? — Ethan pressed.

— Not yet, — Carlisle replied gently. — She needs complete rest. I’ll update you as soon as there’s any change. In the meantime, try to get some rest yourselves. This might take a few days.—

The friends nodded reluctantly, whispering among themselves as they left to wait. Carlisle watched them go, his mind already turning over the complications, the unknown nomad bite, the unusual transformation signs, and the faint scent of other vampires lingering near the hotel earlier.

He returned to Y/N’s room, sitting quietly beside her bed, ready to ease her pain through the long night ahead.

The next morning, Carlisle stepped through the front door of the Cullen house just as the weak Forks sunlight tried to break through the clouds. The family was already gathered in the spacious living room, the usual comfortable tension hanging in the air. Edward sat at the piano, fingers resting silently on the keys. Esme stood by the large windows, arranging fresh flowers. Rosalie lounged on the couch with her arms crossed, looking bored but alert. Emmett leaned against the wall, tossing a baseball idly between his hands.

Alice and Jasper were still out hunting.

Carlisle set his bag down and sighed softly, his golden eyes serious. Everyone turned to him immediately.

— I need to speak with all of you, — he said calmly, his voice carrying that natural authority mixed with deep empathy. — Last night, a young woman was brought into the hospital. Her name is Y/N. She was bitten… by one of our kind. The venom has taken hold. She’s transforming.—

Esme’s hands stilled on the flowers. — Oh, honey. Is she alright?—

— She’s stable for now, — he replied, moving to stand beside his wife. — I eased her pain as much as I could, the same way I did for each of you. But the change is progressing. She’s strong-willed. Confused. And… there’s something more.—

Rosalie straightened instantly, her beautiful face hardening with defensiveness. — You’re not seriously considering bringing a newborn into this house, are you? We barely keep control as it is. A fresh vampire — especially one bitten by some rogue nomad. She could expose us all.—

Esme turned, her expression warm and immediate. — Rosie, we can’t just leave her to suffer alone. She’s innocent in this. Carlisle helped you when you needed it most. We’re a family. We help.—

Edward closed the piano lid with a soft click, his voice calm but firm. — You were in that exact position when Carlisle found you, Rose. Burning for days, terrified, with no one who understood what was happening to you. Would you have wanted us to turn our backs then?—

Rosalie shot him a sharp look. — That was different. I didn’t ask for any of it. And we’ve worked hard to build the life we have here. A newborn could ruin everything.

Emmett stopped tossing the ball and grinned, though his eyes were serious. — Hold up. If she was bitten recently, that means there’s at least one new vampire in the area we don’t know about. Hunting on our territory. —

Carlisle nodded. — That’s what concerns me. The bite wasn’t from any of us. A nomad, most likely. I covered it as best I could at the hospital — told her friends she’s in a coma from an unknown toxin. But we need to be careful.

Just then, the front door opened. Alice and Jasper stepped inside, their clothes slightly muddied from the hunt. Alice’s pixie-like face was tense, Jasper right behind her radiating calm influence to balance the room.

— We felt the tension from outside, — Alice said quickly, her eyes darting around. — What did we miss?—

Carlisle filled them in briefly. Jasper’s military posture stiffened slightly, while Alice tilted her head, visions flickering.

— We found traces while hunting, — Jasper reported, voice steady. — Several attacks. Animal carcasses drained sloppily, and a couple of human campers with bite marks. Someone’s being reckless out there.—

Alice nodded, confirming. — New vampires. At least two or three, moving through the area. —

The room grew quieter. Rosalie muttered something under her breath about complications, but Esme placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Before anyone could respond further, Emmett grabbed the local newspaper from the side table and flipped it open. His expression darkened.

— Guys… this is bad. Listen to this. — He read aloud: — “Young woman from hiking group found unconscious and later pronounced dead at Forks Hospital. Officials report suspicious bite marks on the neck, raising concerns of possible animal attack or foul play in the area. Tourism officials urge caution in the woods…”—

Carlisle’s face grew grave. He took the paper, scanning it quickly. The article mentioned Y/N’s name indirectly through the group, the hiking trip, and the unexplained “coma” turning fatal in the report. Someone had clearly leaked or twisted details.

— This is going to draw attention, — Carlisle said quietly. — The town is already suspicious after everything that’s happened in recent years. If the Volturi hears about uncontrolled bites and a possible newborn outbreak on our territory… they will come for us. We need to decide how to handle Y/N carefully. She may not have three full days if word spreads.—

Edward stood up. — We can’t abandon her. Not if she’s already changing.—

Outside, hidden in the trees near the hospital, Victoria and James watched and waited, the mate bond pulling them harder towards the girl who was now caught between two worlds.

[bellasplaid]

victoria at the prom: literally only a couple feet away from the cullens (+ bella)

all 5 cullens collectively:

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THE THIRD SCENT — PT.1 (VICTORIA & JAMES X READER FANFICTION)

The bus drove in a slow pace towards the dark and cloudy sky of Forks. The raindrops tapped slowly on the window, creating a slow but repetitive monotone rythm. Y/N was following the compass of the dripping raindrops on the window, her earphones playing a soft The Smiths song, perfect for the ocasion really, it really romanticezed the place she saw through the window.

England was nothing compared to the United States, but Forks came close.

The freezing wind, the grey and depressing clouds hanging above her head, the green woods.

But the only difference here was the mountains, this mountain woods were what caught her attention here.

Her hypnosis was interrupted by her friend tapping her shoulder softly.

— Y/N, we gotta get off now.—

— Is this our stop? Already?— She raised an eyebrow looking a bit confused.

— That’s what it says on the map.— her friend shrug her shoulders softly. — Come on guys! This is our stop!— She called their other friends in the seats surrounding theirs.

As soon as the bus stopped, the group of 6 got off and took their backpacks with them.The air hit them immediately, cold and damp, carrying that fresh pine scent mixed with rain. Y/N pulled her hood up and grinned, already feeling the thrill.

This was not just a hiking trip, this was THE TRIP. The one they had been planning all year when Y/N started about these amazing mountain woods she heard about in Forks. And since all her friends loved hiking, they decided that would be their next group destination.

— Sooo what are we gonna do now?— one of the boys asked curiously.

— It’s pretty early, what if we go out for some beers and then dinner, they should have a pub out here right?— One of Y/N’s other friends said looking around the small town street.

— Doesn’t it get dark here earlier??— another girl asked.

— Yeah, but if we go towards the mountains around 6-ish, i think we should be all set up before sunset.—

— Let’s go out and explore a little then!— Y/N said excitedly.— I’ve got all these notes from the library back home. Old articles about weird sightings, people disappearing near the woods. This place is supposed to be full of stories.—

One of her friends laughed softly. — You and your creepy research again. We’re here for hiking, not ghost hunting, Y/N.—

— Hey, the hiking is better with a little mystery, — Y/N shot back with a grin. — Imagine if we actually see something. Vampires, giant wolves, whatever the legends say. It beats sitting around back home.—

One of the boys called Ethan, fell into step beside her, that familiar easy smile on his face. He had been flirting with her for months, nothing official, just those lingering looks that made things interesting.

— Lead the way, researcher. I’m in for whatever as long as it includes beer first.—

They found a small local pub after asking a local for directions. The place was dim and cozy, with wooden tables and the low hum of conversation from a few locals. They grabbed a booth, ordered pitchers of beer and some greasy burgers.

— Okay, spill it, Y/N, — One of the boys said after the first round arrived. — What’s the craziest thing you read about this area?—

Y/N leaned forward, eyes bright. — There are reports of people with super pale skin, never out in the sun, moving way too fast. And howling at night that doesn’t sound like normal wolves. One article from years back talked about a whole family that just… vanished after moving here. It’s all connected to the mountains and the rez nearby.—

— Sounds like that new vampire book everyone’s reading, — her friend teased, taking a sip. — You sure you’re not just chasing fiction?—

— It’s more than that, — Y/N insisted. — The Quileute stories go way back. Protectors, cold ones who drink blood. I printed maps of sighting spots. We’re camping right in one of the hotspots.—

Ethan chuckled, his knee brushing hers under the table. — You’re gonna get us all killed with this enthusiasm. But I like it. Makes things exciting.—

The group laughed and kept talking, the beer flowing as they shared more stories and jokes.

— Bet you ten pounds we see absolutely nothing but rain and trees, — the boy said, passing the pitcher.

— You’re on, — Y/N replied with a grin. — And when I win, you’re buying the first round back home.—

By late afternoon they had stocked up on supplies and started the hike toward the mountains. The forest swallowed them whole as they climbed. Towering trees dripped constantly, moss thick and slippery under their boots. The trail grew steeper, but the views made it worth it. They reached a quiet clearing with a small stream nearby around six, the perfect spot.

Tents went up fast amid groans and laughter about the mud.

— These stakes better hold or we’re all sleeping in a puddle, — one of the girls complained, hammering one in.

Y/N helped Ethan with his tent, their hands brushing more than necessary. — This is gonna be awesome, — she said softly. — Thanks for coming. I know it’s kinda random.—

Ethan’s eyes met hers, warm and close. — Wouldn’t miss it. Especially with you leading the weird research crew.—

Soon the bonfire crackled to life, pushing back against the chill. Drinks came out, cheap whiskey burning warm in their cups, more beer cracked open. Sandwiches, chips, and marshmallows roasted golden on sticks passed around. The fire popped and spit sparks into the misty air.

Y/N sat close to the flames, legs tucked under her. — Okay, serious story time. This area has so many legends. People disappearing, sightings of things that aren’t human.—

The boy took a swig and smirked. — You mean the sparkly vampires? Come on Y/N, that’s just the book.

— Not just the book, — she shot back, eyes bright.

— Real reports of cold ones who hunt at night. Massive wolves protecting the rez. We’re basically sitting in the hotspot right now.—

Her friend leaned in, the fire lighting her face.

— Alright, you’re freaking me out a little. What if we actually hear howling tonight?—

— Oh calm down, nothing is gonna happen babes.— one of the other girls answered.

Laughter rippled through the group as they kept talking, sharing more drinks. The stories grew wilder, voices dropping low when the wind picked up through the trees.

By eleven the chill and the alcohol finally won. Most of them yawned and headed for their tents.

— Night guys. Don’t let the vampires bite, — one of the boys called dramatically as he zipped his tent shut.

— See you in the morning, research queen. Try not to wander off and find Bigfoot.— another of her friends said before dissapearing into her tent.

After a while it was just Y/N and Ethan by the glowing embers. The whiskey had loosened everything, making the night feel warmer and cozier. Ethan looked at her, his gaze lingering.

Ethan poked at the embers with a long stick, sending a small shower of sparks dancing upward. He glanced sideways at Y/N, the firelight catching the easy smile that always seemed to play on his lips when she was around.

— So… you really think there’s something out here? — he asked, voice low so it wouldn’t carry to the tents. — Or is this whole trip just an excuse to drag us all into the middle of nowhere?—

Y/N laughed softly and bumped her shoulder against his. — A little of both, maybe. Come on, admit it. The stories are fun. All those old reports about cold-skinned people who never age, moving faster than anyone should. Doesn’t it make the woods feel… alive?—

— It makes them feel dangerous, — Ethan replied, but his tone was warm, teasing. He set the stick down and turned toward her more fully. — You get this look in your eyes when you talk about it. Like you actually believe we might see something tonight.—

— Maybe we will. — Y/N took another small sip from her cup, the whiskey burning pleasantly. She met his gaze, the fire reflecting in both their eyes. The forest around them had gone strangely quiet, just the crackle of the embers and the soft patter of rain on leaves.

— Life back home is so… ordinary. I wanted something different. Something exciting.—

Ethan’s smile faded into something softer, more intense. He reached over and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek.

— You know, I didn’t come on this trip just for the hiking.—

Y/N’s heart picked up pace. — No?

— No. — His voice dropped even lower. — I came because you’re here. Been wanting to do this for months.—

The air between them thickened. Y/N felt the buzz of the whiskey and the thrill of the night mix together. Before she could overthink it, Ethan leaned in slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away.

She didn’t. Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened as the months of flirting finally snapped into something real.

His hand slid to the back of her neck, warm against her cool skin, while Y/N’s fingers curled into the front of his jacket, pulling him closer.

The kiss tasted like whiskey and campfire smoke. It started sweet but grew hungry, both of them smiling against each other’s mouths between breaths.

— Finally, — Ethan murmured when they broke apart for air, forehead resting against hers. — God, Y/N… I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.—

— Then don’t stop now, — she whispered back, a little breathless, a playful spark in her eyes.

He didn’t need telling twice. They kissed again, deeper this time, hands starting to wander. Ethan’s palm slipped under the edge of her jacket, warm against her waist.

The log suddenly felt too small, too exposed. Y/N pulled back just enough to glance toward the silent tents, then back at him with a mischievous grin.

— Your tent’s closer, — she said quietly, voice laced with excitement and nerves.

Ethan’s eyes darkened with want. — Yeah?—

— Yeah.—

He stood first, offering his hand. Y/N took it, letting him pull her up. They moved quietly across the small clearing, boots soft on the damp ground, stealing one more quick kiss before ducking into his tent. The moment the zipper closed behind them, the outside world felt far away. Inside it was warmer, cocooned in sleeping bags and the faint scent of pine and rain.

Clothes came off in a rush of clumsy laughter and eager touches. Ethan kissed down her neck, murmuring against her skin.

— You’re sure? — he asked, pausing to look at her.

— I’m sure, — Y/N replied, pulling him back down. — Just… don’t overthink it. Tonight’s for fun.—

Their bodies pressed together, the heat building fast in the small space. Whispers and soft gasps filled the tent as hands explored and hips moved. It wasn’t polished or movie-perfect, but it was real, urgent, and exactly the kind of impulsive night Y/N had been craving on this wild trip.

When they finally collapsed together afterward, tangled and breathing hard, Ethan pressed a lazy kiss to her shoulder and drifted off almost immediately, snoring softly with a satisfied smile.

Y/N layed there for a few minutes longer, heart still racing, a giddy little smile on her face. Eventually she slipped back into her clothes, careful not to wake him, and quietly unzipped the tent to head back to her own.

The woods were quiet at this hour, and there was no real cold, icy wind anymore, it was just the crickets that filled the background noise of the night.

She looked up for a minute, the sky was filled with stars, she softly smiled and let out a small sigh, it was so incredibly peaceful to her for some reason…

But then, a weird vibe came over her… she got goosebumps instantly, a small disembodied voice was heared, it was a whisper, but she could perfectly hear it.

The crickets stopped making any noise, sudden silence fell over the woods, like danger was about to swallow it whole.

— Ethan!— She whispered loudly, while walking back to the boy’s tent backwards, trying to not lose sight of any movement that happened in front of her eyes.

— Well, well, well.— a dark shadow appeared near the trees. — Aren’t you quite the investigator.—

A man with red eyes came out of the shadow and fastly ran towards his next victim. Walking around her in a slow pace, observing her from head to toe.

— You know everything about my kind don’t you?— he stopped in front of her.

She opened her mouth to start screaming but he rapidly raised her hand, making her unable to speak, she became mute, sound trapped in her throat, impossible to call for help.

— Oh oh.— He warned her. — Why do you have to wake your little friends up from their sleep? That’s not really nice, is it?—

He got closer and grabbed her throat in a fast movement. — Cause in the end, they’re here because of you… and you know what they say…— His thumb started to run down her neck, following the line of her vein pumping purely out of stress. — Curiosity killed the cat.—

Without being able to move, the vampire sank his fangs in her neck. It was truly soundless because of his ability to mute his victims in real time if he wanted to.

This time it wasn’t going to be any different.

The pain was liquid fire flooding her veins. Y/N jerked uselessly, eyes wide in terror. But suddenly the vampire froze mid-bite. His head snapped up, red eyes narrowing as he scanned the darkness.

He hissed low, like he had sensed something, or someone, was watching. For a long second he stood completely still, listening. Then, without finishing the job, he pulled back, leaving her only half-drained. Venom still pumped into her system, burning and changing.

— Not worth the trouble tonight, — he muttered, wiping his mouth. He blurred away into the trees, gone as fast as he had appeared. Y/N collapsed to the damp ground, unconscious, venom raging through her body.

The next day, Y/N woke to birds chirping way too loud and her friends’ muffled voices. Weak sunlight filtered through the branches. Her head pounded, but a strange buzzing warmth filled her veins.

Everything felt sharper. Leaves rustled like thunder. She could smell the dying fire, wet earth, and Ethan’s cologne on her skin.

Her friends acted completely normal, laughing about hangovers.

— Man, that whiskey was a mistake, — one of the boys groaned.

— Morning! Hangover hike still on? — her friend waved excitedly.

Y/N stood carefully. — Yeah… I’m just gonna clear my head for a minute. I’ll be back soon.—

— Don’t go too far. — Ethan called sleepily.

She headed deeper into the woods alone. The buzzing took over. She tested it, jumping logs effortlessly, running at impossible speeds, snapping thick branches like twigs.

— Holy shit… It worked. The legends are real…

Thunder cracked. Clouds rolled in fast. Rain hammered down.

She kept pushing further, the forest alive in ways it never had been before. Every sound, every scent hit her hard. Part of her wanted to freak out. Another part felt thrilled, like she’d finally found the supernatural proof she’d been researching all year.

Thunder cracked overhead like a gunshot. Dark clouds rolled in unnaturally fast, swallowing the weak sunlight. Rain hammered down heavy and cold, soaking her instantly.

— One of them escaped babe.— Victoria’s voice was filled with excitement while holding James’s hand, looking down from the mountain seeing Y/N walk back to the campsite by herself.

James grinned, predatory and sharp — Breakfast is ready, let’s get her first, and then the other’s.— He jumped down the big ravine in a fast movement, being followed by Victoria. They landed silently in the storm, already moving like shadows through the trees. They had tracked the group for days. But as they closed in, something shifted.

Y/N spun around when she heard movement. Two figures blurred through the rain, stopping just ahead of her in the small clearing. A tall, athletic man with blonde messy hair and a dangerous smirk. A striking woman with wild red hair, eyes locked on her with intense focus.

— Stay away from me! — Y/N shouted, backing up fast, her new speed making her slip in the mud. — Who the hell are you? —

James tilted his head, inhaling deeply as he started circling her slowly, still thinking easy hunt.

— Running already, little human? We watched you last night with that boy. We’ve been tracking your whole group for days. Time to end the game.—

Victoria moved to the other side, cutting off escape, her expression hungry at first. — You came looking for monsters with all that research, and now you found them.—

But then, Victoria froze mid-step. Her eyes widened as Y/N’s changed scent hit her fully, the venom mixed with something deeper, magnetic, right. The mate bond slammed into her like lightning. Her whole body softened, fierce protectiveness and sudden, overwhelming love flooding her. This girl wasn’t prey. She was their mate.

— James… stop, — Victoria said sharply, stepping between him and Y/N. Her voice was full of wonder and steel at the same time. — She’s not just human anymore. Can’t you feel it? She’s changing… she’s a newborn. I feel it in every part of me. And… she belongs with us.—

James laughed darkly at first, still advancing. — What the hell are you talking about, Vic? She smells like flesh and fear. An easy meal. Move aside. We kill her and move on to the camp.—

He blurred closer to Y/N, reaching out with clear intent to grab her throat, still driven by the hunt.

Victoria moved faster than he expected, shoving him back with surprising force and positioning herself protectively in front of Y/N.

— Don’t you dare touch her! — she snarled, eyes flashing with raw possession. — She’s mine. Ours. Look at her, James. Really look. That pull… it’s the bond. I’m not letting you hurt her.—

Y/N pressed back against a tree, rain pouring down her face, heart slamming. She knew something was deeply off with her body, but this was chaos.

— What are you talking about? Stay away from me! Both of you! I don’t know what you want, but I’m not whatever you think I am. Just leave me alone!—

James’s expression twisted with intense jealousy. Seeing Victoria, his Victoria, standing so fiercely protective over this stranger, already looking at her with open love and adoration, burned hot in his chest.

— Vic, snap out of it! This is ridiculous. She’s just some half-venom girl from a random bite. We don’t do thirds. We don’t need anyone else. You’re mine. Let’s finish this and go.—

Victoria didn’t budge, one hand reaching back almost instinctively toward Y/N. — No. You feel it too, I know you do. Stop fighting it. She completes us. I love her already. She’s ours.—

James growled low, jealousy flaring brighter. He tried to circle around again, still intent on ending the hunt.

— Victoria, this is the venom talking or some trick. We’ve been fine as two for decades. Don’t throw that away for some confused human who was fooling around with a boy last night. Let me kill her. It’ll be quick.—

— Back off, James!— Victoria warned, her voice dangerous now, she was ready to kill James in that very instant and she shielded Y/N with her own inmortal life. — I won’t let you. She’s mine.

Y/N’s head spun with confusion. — Mate? Bond?— These words sounded familiar, and then it clicked, the research she had done, the whole reason of this trip. — You’re both vampires!— she screamed out.

Before James could push forward again, Ethan’s voice called out from behind her on the trail.

— Y/N? You okay? I thought I heard voices—

All three of them turned. Ethan stood there, squinting through the rain, eyes widening at the tall blonde-haired man and the red-haired woman standing too close to Y/N, tension thick in the air.

In a blur of motion, James and Victoria vanished into thin air, gone like ghosts.

Ethan rushed forward. — Who the hell were they? That guy looked dangerous. And who was the woman? What’s going on?—

Y/N forced a shaky laugh, still buzzing with adrenaline and utter confusion. — I don’t know what you’re talking about Ethan. You’re probably still drunk from last night. Seeing things in the storm. Come on, let’s head back to camp. I’m fine. Really.—

Ethan looked doubtful but let her pull him back toward the campsite, the rain still pouring. Y/N glanced once over her shoulder into the trees, heart racing.

Whatever was happening, those two, especially the way the woman had looked at her, it wasn’t over.

[simpfordemetri]

BAN AI ❌❌❌

Well, bitch. This is going to be the last time I talk about this because I also got other comment like this a few days ago. I’m getting a little tired of people who simply because they don’t have good writing or reading skills, immediately assume that anything that is well written or creative must be AI. Because, surprise, i’m sorry to be the one telling you this, but there are people who genuinely enjoy writing, who have been writing for years and who write well especially when they are invested in a fandom and have been for fucking years.

The only thing I have ever used for my posts is a TRANSLATOR for certain words or phrases, bevause AGAIN i would like to remind everyone that English is not my first language. I’m Spanish. As good as my English may be, there are still words, expressions, or sentences that I sometimes don’t know how to write correctly. That’s not the same thing as using AI to write fucking anything for me. The ideas, the one shots, the headcanons, and the time I spent writing them are ONLY mine.

Receiving these comments DO upset me because I know exactly how much time I put into writing and how much I enjoy it. Especially now that I have finished all my exams and I’m officially on summer break, meaning I finally have the free time to write whatever I want, whenever I want, for as many hours as I want. That’s why I post so much, because i’m free.

Also using AI wouldn’t make any sense since writingh is supposed to be a hobby for me. It’s something I enjoy doing. So, as you can probably understand, I’m not going to use fucking AI to write something and then have the audacity to post it as my own work. So accusing someone of that is honestly just embarrassing and pathetic.

If you don’t like someone posts, then simply don’t read them. I’m not holding a gun to your head and forcing you to read the stuff I upload. Qgain, sorry to be the one telling you this, but you can literally just ignore or block if what they fucking post bothers you that much.

I genuinely feel like you must have a pretty miserable life or be desperately in need of getting laid if this is the second time you have left me a comment like this because I’m assuming you are the same person who is constantly checking my blog just to leave these kinds of messages and probably jerk yourself off while doing it, considering how much free time you apparently have.

So I kindly like to invite you to eat my shit and block me.❤️ And while you are at it, stop accusing me or other writers, who I’m sure you probably bother with the same comments out of sheer boredom in their inboxes too.

Lots of kisses and maybe go look for your mother or father love, because it seems like you are missing some. Byeeee.

[simpfordemetri]

@simpforvictoria what’s wrong with us

[simpforvictoria]

yes.

[simpfordemetri]

nena las fluorescentes nena

[simpforvictoria]

no serás tú un subrayador stabilo?💅

[simpfordemetri]

@simpforvictoria what’s wrong with us

[simpforvictoria]

yes.

[simpforvictoria]

Hi! Can you write a one-shot for a vampire reader with Alice when she was still human?

Hiiii! Thanks for requesting, I hope you enjoyyy :))

ALICE X READER (TIME TRAVELLER)

A Whisper in the Shadows

The year was 1920, and the night pressed heavy against the world like a mourning veil. Y/N moved through the dense Mississippi woods with the silence of centuries behind her, her footsteps leaving no imprint on the damp earth. She had walked this earth for nearly two centuries now, turned in the chaotic aftermath of the Civil War when a rogue vampire had found her bleeding out on a battlefield, mistaking her defiance for something worth preserving.

Since then, she had wandered the edges of human society, a solitary predator who fed only when necessary and always on those who deserved it: criminals, abusers, the worst of humanity. Her eyes, a liquid gold from recent careful feeding on animal blood far north, reflected a restraint few of her kind bothered with.

Tonight, something inexplicable had drawn her south again. A pull, faint as a half-remembered melody, tugged at the edges of her awareness. It was not hunger. She had learned long ago to master that. No, this was different. Curiosity, perhaps, or the ghost of a loneliness she rarely acknowledged. The Stone County Lunatic Asylum rose ahead, a hulking shadow against the moonlit sky, its brick walls crumbling at the corners like old bones.

Bars covered the narrow windows, and the air carried the metallic tang of fear, unwashed bodies, and the sharp ozone of recent electrotherapy sessions. Screams had echoed here earlier in the evening; now, only fitful whimpers and the creak of restless cots disturbed the quiet.

Y/N slipped through a loose window grate on the upper floor, her body dissolving into mist-like fluidity as she passed the iron. Inside, the corridors stretched long and dim, lit by flickering gas lamps that cast elongated shadows. She glided past locked cells, her heightened senses picking up the fractured minds within madness induced as much by the “treatments” as by any true affliction.

Doctors here wielded electricity like a divine hammer, convinced it could shock the devil from a woman’s soul. Y/N’s lip curled in disdain. Humans and their fragile illusions of control.

She paused at the end of a narrow hall, drawn by that same insistent tug. In a corner room, smaller and more isolated than the others, a figure sat perched on the edge of a threadbare cot. Mary Alice Brandon. The name whispered through Y/N’s mind as if carried on the wind, though she had never heard it before.

The girl, barely five feet tall, with a shaved head from a recent typhoid outbreak that had swept the ward wore the standard rough gray shift of the inmates. Her enormous dark eyes, however, were anything but dull.

They sparkled with an inner light that the asylum’s gloom could not extinguish. Alice’s fingers danced across the thin blanket, tracing patterns only she could interpret, as she hummed a soft, cheerful tune under her breath.

Y/N paused in the shadows just beyond the heavy iron bars, observing. Alice had been committed here months ago by a father desperate to silence the truths spilling from her lips. Visions of her mother’s impending death in a carriage accident. Predictions of floods that would swallow entire farms. Warnings about smooth-talking strangers who arrived with smiles but carried violence in their hearts.

The doctors labeled it hysteria, dementia praecox whatever fashionable term justified their cruelty. They had subjected her to ice baths, restraints, and jolts of electricity that left her trembling and forgetful. Yet here she sat, unbroken, a tiny flame in an ocean of despair.

Alice’s head lifted suddenly. Her gaze pierced the darkness with uncanny precision, locking directly onto Y/N.

— I knew you’d come tonight, — she whispered. Her voice was light and musical, carrying the lilt of someone who refused to let the world dim her song. — Not exactly like this, though. You’re… different in the visions. Less shadow, more… — She tilted her head, studying Y/N with open, fearless curiosity. — More real. Your eyes are gold tonight. They shift sometimes, don’t they? Like autumn leaves turning.—

Y/N stepped forward slowly, allowing the faint hallway light to illuminate her pale features. Her skin was flawless marble, her dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. Most humans recoiled from the otherworldly perfection, sensing the predator beneath. Alice only smiled, a radiant expression that transformed her gaunt face.

— You’re not afraid, — Y/N murmured, her voice low and velvet-smooth, honed by decades of careful speech.

— Why would I be? I’ve seen worse. — Alice’s small hand gripped the edge of the cot for support as she leaned closer to the bars. — I saw a man with eyes like yours once—cold and ancient, all black and hungry. But you’re not him. You won’t hurt me. — A brief flicker of uncertainty shadowed her features, gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by her irrepressible optimism. — At least… not tonight. In the visions, you’re gentle. Careful. Like you know how breakable I am.—

Y/N crouched gracefully beside the bars, bringing herself to Alice’s eye level. The girl’s scent washed over her, faint lye soap from institutional laundry, the salt of unshed tears, and beneath it all, the warm, vibrant pulse of life. Blood sang in Alice’s veins, a sweet siren call that tested Y/N’s control. But stronger than thirst was fascination. This human girl, barely more than a child in the eyes of the world, carried a gift that rivaled vampire foresight in its clarity.

— How do you see so much, little seer? — Y/N asked, her golden eyes searching Alice’s face. — Most minds are chaos. Yours… it shines.—

Alice shrugged, the motion elegant despite the institutional drabness.

— I always have. Mama said it was a gift from God, something to help our family. My father… he said it was a curse from the devil himself.— Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, eyes darting briefly toward the locked door at the end of the hall. — He made sure everyone believed him. Had me committed before I could prove the visions right. But they keep coming anyway. Floods. Fires. People I’ll meet someday. And you. I saw you walking these halls weeks ago. I saw you… watching over me. — A faint flush colored her pale cheeks. — I saw us talking just like this. And I saw…— She stopped abruptly, biting her lower lip.

Y/N waited patiently. Eternity had taught her the value of silence. Alice had only fragile days, threatened by the very walls that confined her.

— I saw light, — Alice finished softly, her enormous eyes meeting Y/N’s with bold hope. — Not this gray forever. Dancing under strings of lanterns. Laughter that echoes like bells. Someone who understands what it’s like to be… outside of time. Different from everyone else. Do you dance?—

A low chuckle escaped Y/N, a sound so rare it surprised even her. The vibration felt foreign in her chest.

— Not in many years. The world changed too much. Wars, machines, people rushing everywhere. It seemed… pointless.—

— I could teach you. — Alice reached through the bars without hesitation, her delicate fingers brushing against Y/N’s hand. Warmth bloomed where their skin touched, fever-hot human life against immortal chill. Alice did not flinch or pull away. Instead, she turned Y/N’s hand palm-up, tracing the lines there as if reading a map. — In the visions, we dance. You spin me until the world blurs, and for once I don’t see anything but right now. No futures. No warnings. Just… us.—

Y/N’s thumb traced Alice’s knuckles with infinite care, mindful of her superior strength. The temptation of blood whispered at the edges of her mind, but the pull of Alice’s spirit drowned it out. This tiny human, shattered by family and society yet refusing to remain broken, saw futures where others saw only bars and bolts. It stirred something long dormant in Y/N, protectiveness, wonder, the faint stirrings of affection.

— I shouldn’t be here, — Y/N said quietly, though her body remained rooted in place. — This place reeks of death and suffering. It’s not safe for someone like you. Bright as you are.

— None of it is safe out there either. — Alice’s smile was radiant, cutting through the shadows under her eyes like sunlight piercing clouds. — But you are. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen so many paths. — She leaned closer, her voice dropping to an intimate whisper that sent an unfamiliar shiver through Y/N’s frame. — There’s danger coming. A hunter. Cold like you, but empty inside. No light, no mercy. He wants me gone because my visions see him too clearly. He’s tracking something, someone. But there’s another path. One where I… change. Where the visions get sharper, stronger. Where I get to keep seeing forever. Where I meet you properly, not through bars.—

Y/N’s undead heart clenched painfully in her chest. She had come seeking nothing but distraction, yet found a soul that resonated with her own isolation.

— Then I’ll watch for him, — she promised, her voice fierce with conviction. — I have hunted monsters before. If this one comes for you, he will meet his end. And when the time comes for your change… I’ll be there. In the light you described.—

Alice’s fingers tightened around Y/N’s, surprisingly strong for her frail frame.

— I know you will. I already saw the smile you’re trying not to show. It’s small, but it lights up your whole face. Like the sun breaking through after a storm.—

They sat in companionable silence for a time, the asylum’s oppressive atmosphere receding. Y/N shared fragments of her past, the blood-soaked fields of the Civil War where she had once fought as a nurse before her turning, the loneliness of immortality, the rare joys of watching human innovation bloom from afar. Alice listened with rapt attention, her visions weaving in counterpoint. She described futures of gleaming cities, metal birds in the sky, and a family bound not by blood but by choice. A coven of vampires who lived differently, who chose compassion over savagery.

— There’s a boy with brown hair, — Alice murmured dreamily, still holding Y/N’s hand. — He reads minds like you see... And there’s man with blonde hair and an overload of empathy, he loves fiercely. They’ll be important. But you… you’re the one who finds me first. Who makes me believe I’m not crazy. In the visions, your voice is the first kind one I remember clearly after everything.—

As hours slipped by, their conversation deepened. Alice recounted the horrors of the asylum in vivid detail, the cold baths that stole breath from her lungs, the leather straps that bruised her delicate skin for days, the electricity that fractured memories and left her head throbbing for weeks. Y/N’s jaw tightened with each revelation, a quiet rage building within her immortal frame.

She told Alice of her own turning, the agony of venom spreading through her veins like liquid fire, and the gift of eternity that followed. She spoke of the moral code she clung to like a lifeline in the darkness.

— I don’t kill innocents, — Y/N explained, her golden eyes steady. — Only those who prey on the weak. It’s a small mercy in an endless night, but it keeps the monster at bay.—

— That’s why your eyes are gold, — Alice replied knowingly, squeezing Y/N’s hand. — You fight the monster inside. I see that too. In every version where we meet, you choose kindness. You choose me.—

The connection between them grew, fragile yet potent, like a thread of silk spun across centuries. Y/N found herself imagining a different future, one where she stayed closer, guarding this bright spark from the cruelties of both human and vampire worlds. Alice’s touch lingered, warm and trusting, bridging the chasm between human fragility and vampire immortality.

They spoke of dancing again, of quiet nights under stars, of a world where Alice’s visions could guide them both without fear.

But the night could not last forever. Outside, the horizon began to pale with the threat of dawn. Y/N felt the pull of the coming sun, a warning in her ancient bones that urged her to seek shelter.

— I must go soon, — she said reluctantly,, rising to her feet but keeping Alice’s hand in hers as long as possible. — The sun… it is not kind to my kind. It burns us to ash if we linger.

Alice nodded, though sorrow flickered in her enormous eyes.

— I know. I saw this part too. You leave, but you don’t forget. The treatments will steal pieces of tonight from me. They always do. Electricity burns away the clearest visions sometimes. But deep down, I’ll remember the feeling. The safety. The… pull toward you.

Y/N pressed a cool kiss to Alice’s forehead through the bars, her lips lingering on the warm skin. The girl’s heartbeat thrummed steadily beneath, a precious rhythm that anchored Y/N in the moment.

— Sleep well, Alice— Y/N whispered tenderly. — I’ll keep the shadows at bay. Watch for the hunterr. And when your path leads you to the change you spoke of… I will find you again. No matter how many years it takes. You have my word.—

Alice’s eyes drifted shut, a peaceful smile curving her lips despite the exhaustion etching her features.

— I know you will. Thank you… for being real. For seeing me when no one else does.—

Y/N lingered a moment longer, etching every detail into her immortal memory, the delicate curve of Alice’s shaved head, the spark in those dark eyes that refused to dim, the warmth of her small hand, the subtle scent of her that lingered like a promise. Then she vanished into the night like mist, slipping back through the window and into the woods. The pull that had drawn her here had transformed into something deeper: a promise.

A thread connecting her undead existence to Alice’s fragile one.

In the days that followed, Y/N did not stray far. She lingered near the asylum’s periphery, unseen by human eyes, intervening subtly when threats arose. A cruel orderly who took pleasure in tormenting the female patients found himself drained and discarded deep in the woods one moonless night, his body never discovered. A suspicious visitor, perhaps scouting for the hunter Alice feared, met a similar fate after Y/N overheard his intentions.

She fed carefully on the worst humanity offered, maintaining her golden eyes, and patrolled the shadows around Alice’s window like a silent sentinel. She caught glimpses of the girl during evening routines: Alice humming softly to herself, drawing futures on scraps of paper when the nurses weren’t looking, her spirit undimmed despite the gray uniform and harsh conditions.

One stormy evening, the visions Alice had warned of began to manifest more clearly. Y/N sensed him before she saw him, a cold presence cutting through the rain like a blade. James. A tracker, nomadic, sadistic. His eyes were crimson with fresh human blood, his mind a whirlwind of hunt and destruction. He had heard rumors of a seer in the asylum, a girl whose predictions could ruin his games.

He came for sport, for the thrill of snuffing out something rare and beautiful.

Y/N intercepted him at the tree line, her body coiled like a spring. Rain plastered her clothes to her marble skin as lightning cracked overhead, illuminating the scene in stark flashes.

— She is not yours to touch, — Y/N snarled, her voice carrying over the thunder with lethal promise. — Leave this place, or I will end you this very instant.—

James laughed, a chilling sound that echoed unnaturally. — A guardian? How quaint. The little psychic called for help, did she? I can smell her from here, sweet, full of potential. This will be fun.—

The fight was swift and brutal, a clash of immortal strengths under the pouring sky. James was older, more experienced in the hunt, but Y/N fought with the ferocity of newfound purpose. She used the environment to her advantage, slamming him into ancient oaks that splintered under the impact, dodging his lunges with preternatural speed, her fingers like claws as she tore at him.

Venom burned where his claws raked her arm, but she pressed on, driven by the image of Alice’s trusting smile. In the end, she tore into his neck with savage precision, dismembering his body with the efficiency born of protective rage. His remains were scattered and burned in a lightning-struck clearing, the fire hissing defiantly against the downpour until nothing remained but ash washed away by the storm. No trace left for humans or other vampires to find.

Exhausted but victorious, Y/N returned to Alice’s window that same night, her wounds already knitting closed with immortal speed. Alice was awake, pacing her small cell despite the late hour and the risk of discovery.

— You fought him, — Alice said as soon as Y/N appeared at the bars, her voice trembling with relief and awe. — I saw pieces… fire, rain, your eyes blazing gold. You won. You protected me.

— I did. — Y/N reached through the bars, cupping Alice’s cheek with gentle fingers. The contact sent warmth flooding through her cold form. — For you. I would do it again a thousand times.

Their conversation stretched long into the night once more, the storm outside mirroring the intensity of their bond. Alice shared more visions: a future where she awoke changed, strong and sparkling like diamonds in sunlight, with Y/N by her side. A family in the distant northwest, surrounded by mountains and endless forests. Love that transcended time and pain. Y/N listened intently, sharing stories of her travels, Paris before the Great War with its glittering lights, the wild frontiers of the American West where she had roamed as a lone vampire, the quiet beauty of northern woods where she hunted deer under the dancing auroras.

— I want that future, — Alice confessed, leaning into Y/N’s touch with complete trust. — The one where I’m not trapped in gray. Where I can dance with you without these bars between us. Where my mind is clear and endless, and I can see without fear.—

— You will have it, — Y/N vowed solemnly, her voice steady as stone. — I have waited lifetimes for someone like you. I can wait a little longer. Your visions will guide us.—

As weeks became months, Y/N’s presence became Alice’s secret anchor amid the asylum’s horrors. She visited as often as the shadows and safety allowed, bringing small comforts when possible, a hidden wildflower slipped through the bars, a whispered story of distant lands, a promise of eventual escape. Alice’s visions grew sharper in Y/N’s company, filling in blanks of a life yet to come. They spoke of everything and nothing: favorite colors, Alice loved vibrant greens and golds because it reminded her of Y/N’s eyes. Lost childhood dreams, the absurdity of human fashions changing with each passing decade. Soft laughter echoed between them, a rare and precious sound in that place of sorrow and forgotten souls.

One night, as autumn winds howled outside the thick walls, Alice grew pensive, her small frame huddled under the thin blanket.

— The treatments are getting worse, — she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. — They say I’m improving, but I feel pieces of myself slipping away. I’m afraid I’ll forget how your hand feels in mine. How safe you make the darkness feel.—

Y/N’s expression hardened with fierce determination, her golden eyes flashing.

— Then I’ll remind you. Every night if I must. You are stronger than their machines and their ignorance, Alice. Your light outshines their darkness a thousandfold. No amount of electricity can erase what we have started here.

Their fingers intertwined through the bars, and for a stolen hour, they imagined the dance Alice had foreseen so clearly. Y/N described elegant steps from long-forgotten balls in antebellum halls, and Alice corrected her with delighted giggles, painting pictures of future ballrooms filled with crystal chandeliers and lively jazz music. The intimacy deepened into a tender romance blooming in defiance of fate, soft touches, shared secrets, the quiet understanding between two souls who had always been outsiders in their respective worlds.

Yet the asylum’s grip tightened relentlessly. Rumors of Alice’s supposed “improvement” reached her estranged family, and plans formed to keep her institutionalized indefinitely under the guise of care. Y/N watched helplessly from the shadows as Alice endured another brutal session, emerging dazed, trembling, and even more fragile. That night, Y/N held her hand through the bars for hours, pouring silent strength and comfort into the connection, murmuring reassurances until the girl’s breathing evened out.

— I won’t let them erase you completely, — Y/N whispered fiercely into the dimness. — Your visions are a gift to this world. Our future is real, and I will fight for it.—

Alice nodded weakly, her grip tightening.

— I know. I saw you saving me… in more ways than one. Not just from hunters, but from this place. From forgetting what I am… who I am.—

The climax of their stolen time came on a cold winter night in early 1921. James’s allies, or perhaps another tracker drawn by lingering whispers of the seer, prowled closer to the asylum grounds. Y/N sensed the new threat and struck first, eliminating the danger in the surrounding woods with cold efficiency. But the violence, though hidden, drew unwanted attention from asylum staff. Whispers of “ghosts” and “demons” began to spread among the patients and even some guards, heightening security.

Fearing for Alice’s immediate safety, Y/N made a bold choice. She appeared at the bars one final, urgent time before a major blizzard descended.

— The change is coming sooner than we thought, — Alice said urgently, her eyes wide with prophetic certainty. — I see it now—pain like fire in my veins, but then strength. Freedom. Clarity. You’ll be there when it happens?—

— Always, — Y/N replied, pressing a final, lingering kiss to Alice’s palm. Her voice was thick with emotion she rarely allowed. — Wait for me in the light, I will be watching. I will find you.—

As Y/N slipped away into the gathering storm, she carried Alice’s warmth like a talisman against the long centuries ahead. The girl would endure more trials, additional treatments, deeper isolation, and the eventual arrival of another vampire who would turn her to save her from a different hunter’s jaws. But Y/N would remain nearby, a silent guardian in the shadows, waiting patiently for the day Alice emerged sparkling and eternal, her visions leading them both to that promised dance under lanterns, to the family in the northwest, to a love forged in an asylum and tempered by time.

In the years that followed, Y/N roamed the paths Alice had described, preparing herself for the reunion. The one-shot encounter in the asylum had forged an unbreakable bond. A human girl named Alice and a female vampire named Y/N, connected across time by sight and shadow, love and eternity.

And somewhere, in the fragments of memory the electricity couldn’t fully steal, Alice smiled in her troubled sleep, knowing Y/N waited just beyond the veil.

[simpforvictoria]

How I be reading these Victoria & James x Reader one shots like yessss gimme moooooreeeee

[simpfordemetri]

Hello can you write about James and Victoria x reader please

Safe Haven - James & Victoria x Reader- Twilight

Y/N was curled up on the couch with a book in her lap, eyes drifting to the door every few minutes waiting for her mates to arrive.

They left for a hunt few hours ago, claiming they would be back before noon. She wasn’t worried about them exactly, they were just feeding, but whenever she was left alone the pull felt painful in her chest.

After half an hour, the door creaked open and she closed the book incorporating herself, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Finally, took you long enough.” She complained crossing her arms over her chest.

He dropped onto the couch beside her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders pulling her in for a quick kiss. “Miss us, sweet thing?” He asked smirking.

“You know the answer.” She murmured leaning back into his chest, planting a small kiss on his cheek. “Where is Vic?” She asked looking around.

“Don’t be greedy, girl, i’m right here.” Victoria said walking though the door a moment later, she crossed the room in a blur and cupped her face gently, locking her eyes with hers.

“You are cold.” She said accusingly, looking at James. “You left the fire low again, you know how fragile our little human is.”

“It’s okay I was all cozy here guys. Don’t start arguing now that you are here.” She murmured wrapping her arms around both of them.

Victoria rolled her eyes as she leaned back into the cuddle, her hands brushing their human hair back softly as she left a kiss on her forehead. James did the same, his left arm stretching to wrap around Victoria too, holding both of his girls.

“I’m hungry, probably going to have dinner soon.” She said cleaning her throat, her stomach grumbling and her cheeks going red at the fact they could hear it perfectly.

“You know…” James murmured against her skin with a chuckle. “we could have brought you something fresh. A little snack. You sound a bit starved.”

She laughed, her hand smacking his chest. “No, thanks. I prefer having real food for dinner and not type O blood.”

Victoria lifted her head, joining the joke without missing a beat. She leaned in closer, brushing her nose along her jaw with a soft hum. “He is right though. We could share.” She teased.

James laughed, his hand squeezing her hip. “See? Even Vic agrees. We are excellent providers.”

She groaned but she couldn’t stop the laugh that scaped her. Victoria fingers poked her side gently tickling her while James pretended to bite her neck.

“Oh my god, stop.” she wheezed between laughs, shoving at Jame shoulder while leaning into Victoria. “You two are the worst.”

“You love us.” James said pressing a loud kiss to her cheek.

After a while she let their voices wash over her, eyes drifting shut as James hand rubbed slow circles on her back and Victoria kept playing with her hair, occasionally pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you.” she whispered before falling asleep.

James arms tightened. “Love you more, baby.“

Victoria smiled against her hair. “We love you most.”

Outside, the rain kept falling, the sound relaxing and helping her sleep as the they stayed tangled together.

[simpforvictoria]

how I be feeling reading these Victoria & James x Reader one shots:

[simpfordemetri]

Charlie probably believed Bella was on drugs or something, i’m sure

[simpforvictoria]

Hi! Can you write Victoria headcanons or a one shot where she's dating a time traveller?

VICTORIA X FEMALE READER ( TIME TRAVELLER)

Y/N emerged from the temporal rift with a sharp gasp, the ozone sting burning her lungs as the fabric of time snapped shut behind her like a closing wound. The Olympic Peninsula rainforest embraced her instantly with its dense canopy of towering cedars draped in thick moss, the constant drip of moisture from ferns, and that pervasive chill that clung to the air even in the early days of summer. She glanced down at the brass pocket watch fused with delicate circuitry strapped to her wrist, its hands spinning erratically before settling. 2006. Post-James. Victoria would be here, alone and seething with vengeance, secretly assembling her newborn army in the shadows of the mountains.

Her leather jacket, scarred from bullet wounds in the trenches of 1943, knife fights on the lawless frontiers of the 1850s, and far darker encounters across fractured eras, felt heavier than usual against her shoulders. This was loop number seventeen. Each return to Victoria tightened the invisible bond between them, but the dangers multiplied with every visit. Time was not a straight path for Y/N; it was a snarled, branching web of possibilities, and Victoria remained the vivid crimson thread that anchored her through every divergence.

A sudden blur of motion shattered the quiet. Y/N barely had time to steady her stance before Victoria slammed into her with terrifying speed, pinning her against the rough bark of a massive cedar trunk. The wood cracked under the impact. Cold, unyielding marble fingers dug into Y/N’s shoulders with bruising force. Victoria’s crimson hair, wild and glistening with moisture, framed a face of flawless, deadly beauty. Her eyes burned with feral intensity, lips pulled back to reveal gleaming fangs.

— Speak quickly, ghost. — Victoria hissed, her voice a velvet threat laced with centuries of survival instinct. — You smell of my scent layered over too many centuries. No human should know these woods like this. Who sent you? The Cullens? The Volturi? —

Y/N met that piercing gaze without flinching, though her heart pounded fiercely against her ribs. She had endured this exact grip in countless variations— in a smoky Paris alley in 1923, in a lush prehistoric jungle teeming with ancient beasts, and in the smoldering ashes of a London fire that had ended Victoria’s human existence.

— Victoria, — she replied softly, her breath forming faint clouds in the cool air. — It’s Y/N. Look. —

She twisted one arm free just enough to pull the silver chain from beneath her shirt. The locket clicked open with a small, resonant sound, revealing a lock of vivid red hair braided with shimmering temporal filaments that seemed to writhe gently, catching impossible glimmers of light even in the dim forest.

Victoria’s grip loosened by a fraction. Her extraordinary gift for self-preservation whispered urgent warnings in the back of her mind, yet it also offered something far rarer: a spark of genuine recognition.

— That hair… I would remember giving that away. How? — Victoria demanded, her tone edged with suspicion as she continued to circle her prey with predatory grace.

— Because you did, — Y/N answered, keeping her voice calm and measured. The rain began to fall harder now, pattering through the thick canopy and transforming Victoria’s hair into flowing strands of liquid fire. — In the loop where I pulled you from the burning building in London. You were newly turned, the venom tearing through your body as you screamed. Your sister… the Volturi enforcers who slaughtered your old coven for growing too bold and numerous. You survived because your feet have always found the hidden path no one else could see. You told me everything that night while we hid among the ruins. —

Victoria’s eyes widened sharply, a flicker of raw, ancient pain crossing her immortal features. She released Y/N entirely but remained dangerously close, her body coiled like a spring ready to unleash.

— No one knows those details. Not Laurent. Not even James knew the full extent of what the Volturi took from me before I found him. — Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. — You vanish and reappear like smoke across the years. Why chase me? What do you want from a monster who has already lost everything? —

Y/N took a careful step forward, fully aware of the vampire’s superior speed and strength.

— I don’t see a monster, — she said earnestly. — I see the woman who laughed—actually laughed—for the first time in decades when we danced in that 1923 Paris jazz club while Josephine Baker commanded the stage. The music drowned out the ghosts for a while, you said. I want you, Victoria. Across every timeline. But this jump is different. We’re being hunted. —

Victoria’s lips curled into a sharp, vengeful smile that revealed the full extent of her fangs. She was still raw from James’s death at the hands of the Cullens and their shapeshifting allies. Her newborn army represented her path to bloody revenge—chaotic, vicious, and disposable. Yet this time traveler offered something infinitely more intoxicating: true understanding across the ages.

— Hunted? Let them come. — Victoria replied with cold confidence. — My gift has carried me safely through fires, collapsing covens, and centuries of endless running. —

Y/N nodded, her fingers lightly brushing the cool, marble surface of Victoria’s arm. The contrast between warm human skin and unyielding vampire flesh sent a familiar shiver racing through them both.

— It’s Demetri, — Y/N explained. — The Volturi’s elite tracker. He has latched onto my temporal signature. Aro views our connection as a dangerous anomaly that could unravel their precious laws. If he erases you, my thread snaps completely. I lose you in every possible loop. —

A low, rumbling growl echoed deep in Victoria’s chest, vibrating through the damp air. The Volturi had already stolen so much from her past. This threat felt profoundly personal.

— Then we end him first, — she declared decisively.

They moved together through the dense undergrowth, Victoria instinctively leading the way with flawless precision. She chose narrow paths that masked their scents and avoided potential ambush points, her self-preservation gift guiding every step. As they traveled, Y/N spoke in hushed tones, explaining the mechanics of her ability—the jumps triggered by strong emotional anchors, shared memories, and the unbreakable pull of their connection. Victoria listened intently, her usual feral wariness gradually softening into something closer to wary curiosity. For the first time since losing James, she was not plotting escape routes in isolation.

They reached a concealed cave that Victoria had been using as a temporary lair amid her army’s operations. Scattered remnants of recent chaos lay nearby—torn fragments of clothing, the faint metallic tang of human blood lingering on the breeze—but the interior offered relative quiet and shelter from the strengthening storm. Y/N gathered some dry kindling and built a small, crackling fire for her own warmth, though Victoria required none. They settled close together on the rocky floor, the flames casting flickering shadows that danced across the vampire’s flawless pale skin.

— Tell me more, — Victoria demanded softly, her fingers delicately tracing the edges of the silver locket. — About us. The other times. —

Y/N obliged, her voice weaving the stories like delicate temporal threads. She described the prehistoric hunt where Victoria had brought down a massive ancient beast with effortless, savage grace while Y/N watched in awe. She recounted the stormy nights spent together in a forgotten lighthouse along a rugged coast, where vulnerabilities had been shared—Victoria confessing the bone-deep exhaustion of eternal survival, and Y/N revealing the profound loneliness of jumping through eras without roots. She spoke of a quiet meadow in another distant century where they had simply existed side by side, free from pursuit or enemies for precious hours.

As the tales unfolded, Victoria leaned in closer, her cold lips brushing Y/N’s temple with surprising tenderness.

— You make eternity feel less like a cage, — Victoria murmured, her breath cool against Y/N’s skin.

Their first kiss in this loop began tentatively, a gentle exploration of warm lips meeting unyielding marble. It quickly deepened into something fierce and consuming—desperation and hope colliding with raw intensity. Victoria’s fingers tangled carefully in Y/N’s hair, possessive yet restrained by ironclad control to avoid harming her fragile human form. No trace of venom passed between them; Victoria’s mastery over her instincts remained absolute around the one person who crossed time itself for her.

Yet their fragile peace shattered without warning.

A subtle ripple distorted the air at the cave entrance. Demetri materialized from the shadows, his dark cloak blending seamlessly with the gloom, his crimson eyes gleaming with cold, focused predation.

— Time-weaver, — he intoned, his voice smooth and cultured as aged wine. — And the survivor. Aro sends his regards. Your entanglement disrupts the immortal order. The red one’s thread must be severed. —

Victoria exploded into motion with blinding speed. Her self-preservation gift anticipated Demetri’s every tracking pull, allowing her to dodge through impossible angles amid the underbrush and rocks. She raked her claws viciously across his side, drawing thick streams of black venomous blood, then spun away before his powerful counterstrike could connect.

Y/N swiftly activated her disruptor, the brass device humming to life. It generated localized temporal ripples rather than outright freezing time—vampire physiology proved too resilient for that—but the effect slowed reactions, glitched movements, and fractured seconds into disorienting moments. Raindrops hung suspended in mid-air. Leaves froze mid-fall around the combatants.

— Victoria, now! — Y/N shouted urgently over the chaos.

The red-haired vampire adapted instantly, turning the fight into a deadly, fluid ballet. Demetri, ancient and rigorously trained by the Volturi elite, proved relentless. His tracking gift made him a nightmare opponent. He grazed Victoria with a devastating blow that cracked several of her ribs, sending sharp pain flaring through her immortal body. Yet her gift whispered the precise twist needed to survive, allowing her to roll and counterattack seamlessly.

Y/N flanked the tracker from the side, firing precise pulses from her disruptor that severed his connections to the main timeline, forcing his form to flicker unstably between moments.

— Victoria! The weak point is his focus on me! — Y/N called out.

Demetri snarled in fury, lunging directly for Y/N with lethal intent.

— Your toys won’t save you from Volterra’s justice! — he roared.

Victoria intercepted him with the force of a runaway train, slamming him sideways. Trees splintered and crashed around them as the battle spilled out of the cave and deeper into the storm-lashed forest. Demetri grabbed for Y/N in a blur, his claws inches from her throat.

— End this anomaly, — he growled menacingly.

Time seemed to stretch agonizingly for Y/N. She channeled every shared memory into the locket and disruptor with desperate focus: the laughter in Paris, the intimate confessions in the lighthouse, the thrilling hunts beneath alien skies, and the way Victoria’s fiery eyes softened only in her presence. The device flared with brilliant, unstable light. Demetri’s form destabilized further, his link to Volterra straining like an overstretched wire on the verge of snapping.

Victoria seized the opening. Guided by perfect instinct, she drove her hand through his chest with lethal precision, tearing out the vital core. The ancient Volturi tracker dissolved into drifting dust and ash, swept away by the wind and relentless rain. His final, echoing scream served as a haunting warning to any who might follow from Volterra.

Exhaustion crashed over Y/N like a wave. She dropped to her knees in the slick mud, the disruptor smoking faintly in her grip. Victoria was beside her in an instant, pulling her close with uncharacteristic gentleness. Cold, powerful arms wrapped around her protectively, ever mindful of venom and overwhelming strength.

— You bleed for me again, — Victoria murmured, her voice rough with emotions she seldom allowed to surface. — Across every era. Even knowing exactly what I am. What I’ve done in my quest to avenge James. —

Y/N leaned heavily into the embrace, drawing comfort from the vampire’s cool, solid presence and the faint scent of rain mingled with immortal skin.

— And I would do it through a thousand more loops, — she whispered back. — You’re not merely surviving anymore, Vic. With me, you can truly live. —

They remained intertwined as the storm gradually eased, the forest slowly reclaiming its natural quiet rhythm. Victoria’s fingers traced slow, possessive patterns along Y/N’s back, protective and tender. For a creature whose every instinct had screamed to flee danger for over a century, this moment felt like the safest path she had ever known: one forever intertwined with another soul who witnessed and accepted every scar, every rage, every hidden vulnerability.

Later, as the first hints of dawn threatened the eastern sky, they walked deeper into the protected woods. Victoria spoke openly of her scattered newborn army—newly turned vampires she could potentially redirect or abandon entirely for the sake of this unprecedented connection. Y/N shared tentative plans for their next coordinated jump: a quieter era far removed from Volturi surveillance, perhaps returning to the vibrant 1920s or venturing into a future where the world had shifted enough for two impossible beings to claim a measure of peace.

— You could turn me, — Y/N suggested quietly during a peaceful lull in their conversation, the words half-joking yet carrying an undercurrent of seriousness. — In one of the loops. It might make the jumps simpler for both of us. —

Victoria’s eyes darkened with visible internal conflict, a rare shadow of hesitation crossing her features.

— I won’t risk losing your warmth. Not yet, — she replied carefully. — We have time—literally. —

Their shared laughter rose softly, rare and genuine, echoing through the ancient trees. They shared another deep kiss beneath the slowly breaking clouds, fierce and full of unspoken promises. Crimson instinct met wandering time, bound more tightly than any Volturi decree could ever sever.

As they prepared for the next synchronized jump, their hands linked firmly, Y/N felt the temporal pull strengthen and stabilize. No more solitary runs through history. No more hollow cycles of revenge. Only their threads, entwined and resilient, ready to face whatever new branches fate might weave—together, across all of time.

[simpfordemetri]

i support women rights but more importantly i support victoria wrongs

[simpforvictoria]

Yall really DONT understand how deep this is

[simpforvictoria]

Reader hate is genuinely so unserious cause literally what are you hating for? Is someone pointing a gun at your head and forcing you to read a “Edward x female reader” one shot/fanfic from a writer you don’t like??? Are you genuinely okay cause I’m concerned bahahahaha

[simpforvictoria]

Unpopular opinion: Victoria was never the bad guy

[simpfordemetri]

Post it post it post it

OKAY OKAY CHILL FACE REVEAL (again)

[simpforvictoria]

My bsf is drop dead gorgeous fr

[simpfordemetri]

Bella really went through all that shit just to get dick, okay girl