Had Twilight on the brain as I often do , and was thinking about the idea of the Cullen siblings in 2025 going through high school yet again. Everything is normal and fine, they go through the motions and sit through classes they’ve gone through many times before. But sometimes, because they’re still teenagers/ young adults physically, and they do want to make an effort to fit in, they will interact with human classmates. Even sometimes gaining a sort of friendship with them. So one day, as Rosalie and Emmett walk through the halls at the end of the day , Emmett sees a friend he had been joking around with in his class, and without second thought he waves his hand and calls out to reference a conversation they had earlier that day.
“Skibidi Rizz , my man” Emmett says.
“Ohio Gyatt” the human boy calls back, as Emmett drops his hand and keeps walking, his other arm still around a now utterly stunned Rosalie.
By the time they reach the Cullen cars Emmett is being berated with questions from his wife as she tries to understand what on earth was happening in the interaction she just witnessed. The rest of the siblings also become perplexed as Rose fills them in on what just occurred.
This is the day that the Cullens learn what brain rot is.
I'm making it canon that throughout the entire series Emmett had an Xbox and he'd play literally anytime he wasn't on screen. Like he'd get on that thing and straight up traumatize ppl with his trash talk, but they didn't believe he was a vampire and he didnt give a shit.
Imagine him alone in his room with a headset on just going for it like
"I've been alive for almost a HUNDRED YEARS and haven't seen someone suck this much since your great grandma!"
"A bear almost mauled me to death and you're crying over THAT?!"
"I swear to God you little shit, I will run all the way to your house, eat your dog, and still make it back in time to fuck you up!"
And his tag would be like EggsEmmedict or MonkeyMan69, and every once in a while Jasper would log on (yeeyeeboi1863) and he'd never say a word but literally drop bodies like crazy.
And one day bella comes over and just hears tree after tree falling outside and she's like "what's going on?" And Carlisle just kinda smiles politely and says "Um, Emmett is going through something right now." And Edward rolls his eyes and says "Jasper kept killing him in a stupid game." And Jasper yells through the house "AND I'D DO IT AGAIN!"
Like they have unlimited time, they're basically frozen in time as teenagers, and you think they didnt terrorize people on steam??? Nah fam.
Maybe they even did some MMORPG and Carlisle joined in occasionally as a celeric/druid healer, and you know Alice jumped on the band wagon hard-core, and i just like thinking that when they weren't dealing with the bs Edward and Bella always got them into they actually had fun as a family.
Wands, Wolves and Wild Hearts (L.Clearwater) **Coming Soon** - Veronica Swan (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1610749008-wands-wolves-and-wild-hearts-l-clearwater-coming?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=luceycharlotte99
The Second Wizarding War is over, and Veronica Swan makes a brave decision to return to her hometown of Forks, Washington however she is not the same girl who has left on and off studying at her magical school of Hogwarts. Finding herself turned during a violent confrontation with dark magic and a rogue vampire during the Battle of Hogwarts, Veronica has become something previously thought impossible - a witch-vampire hybrid. Her magic has intensified, her senses sharpened, and her life has been cleaved in two between the worlds of spells and blood. Coming home to Forks, meant coming home to heal but coming back to the place she called home means returning to face the people she left behind, this includes her childhood best friend Leah Clearwater, whose fierce heart and quick wit anchored Veronica more than she thought her own magic could. As supernatural tensions rise between vampires, shapeshifters, and the hidden remnants of the magical world, Veronica discovers that her hybrid nature makes her a target - and a key. Dark forces believe her existence can tip the balance of power, and they are willing to tear Forks apart to claim her. With danger closing in, Veronica and Leah find themselves drawn together in ways that blur the line between friendship and something deeper. But loving someone in a world built on ancient rivalries is perilous - especially when Veronica's own body is a battleground of magic and hunger. To protect the girl she loves and the town she calls home, Veronica must embrace every part of what she's become - witch, vampire, and something entirely new. Leah, fiercely protective and impossibly brave, must decide how far she's willing to go to stand beside her. Leah Clearwater Pairing Twilight Saga x Harry Potter Crossover
Within a world where monsters don't hide in the shadows but rule them, love isn't a sanctuary. It's a liability.
Ophelia Rosenwald is a walk
Isabella
The tires of the rusted old truck crunched loudly against the gravel, but the sound itself was drowned out by the thunderous roar of the engine. A soothing sound to some, a buzz that echoed over the thoughts within a person's mind. Inside the cab, Bella Swan gripped the steering wheel, her eyes tracking the dark, rain-slicked pavement of the Forks High School parking lot. It was exactly as she had feared. A sea of unfamiliar faces, multi-colored umbrellas, and the stifling, claustrophobic energy of a small town where everyone always knew everything.
Bella shifted the truck into park, only then realizing she wasn't the only anomaly today.
A sleek, black sedan pulled up near the edge of the drop-off zone, its engine purring with an expensive, quiet precision that didn't belong in a rainy town like Forks. The passenger door opened, and a girl stepped out. Bella found herself staring, maybe too intently.
The girl was beautiful, but it was a broken, fragile kind of beauty that felt entirely out of place against the backdrop of the Pacific Northwest flannel and mud-splashed boots. Her skin was pale with a delicate, faint flush of life beneath it, and dark, heavy-lidded eyes that looked instantly exhausted by the mere sight of the school. She wore a thick, oversized wool coat, but what caught Bella's attention was the way she held herself.
Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her hands tucked deeply and securely into her pockets. She wasn't just cold, it looked like she was protecting herself.
A tall, broad-shouldered man--clearly her older brother, judging by the sharp, protective line of his jaw--stepped out of the driver's side. He reached out to hand her a heavy umbrella, his hand moving naturally to brush against her shoulder. The girl flinched immediately. It was a violent, instinctual recoil, her entire body tensing as she took a sharp step backward to avoid his fingers. The brother stopped instantly, a look of profound, familiar sorrow crossing his face. He didn't try to touch her again. Instead, he simply opened the umbrella, handed it to her by the very edge of the handle, and offered a tight, reassuring nod.
Bella watched, a strange ache of recognition twisting in her stomach. She avoids people, Bella realized. She's terrified of them.
Ophelia
I keep my eyes locked strictly on the wet asphalt, watching the dark, rain-slicked oil patterns swirl beneath my boots. The black fabric of my umbrella serves as a meager shield against the world, but it does little to muffle the suffocating atmosphere of Forks High.
Every step toward the double doors feels like wading into a thick, heavy fog. My heart is beating too fast--a frantic, stubborn, biological pulse of my hybrid nature, thumping an erratic rhythm right against my ribs. I can feel the adrenaline spiking, hot and sharp through my veins, and with that physical panic comes the terrifyingly familiar loosening of my grip.
Don't look, I tell myself, a desperate mantra looping within my thoughts. Don't reach out. Don't slide. Watch your step. Careful of their paths.
Even without physical contact, the swirl of emotions within the parking lot hit me like a physical wall of static electricity. Curiosity, anxiety, overwhelming boredom, petty irritation--it all bounces off my skin, bleeding into my mind. It's too loud. For me, a hybrid whose nervous system processes the world with the raw, active intensity of a living, breathing body, a crowded school isn't just uncomfortable. It's a damn minefield.
If I panic, if my pulse spikes at all, my gift misfires. And if anyone so much as accidentally brushes against me within these narrow hallways, I won't just sense their teenage angst, I will project my own deepest, darkest terror straight into their nervous system. I will break their mind with a single, involuntary touch, forcing them to feel an emotional agony so devastating it can silence a room.
To make matters worse, I desperately need to feed. Or eat. The hunger is a dull, relentless ache in the back of my throat. It's what I like to think of as a biological thirst that makes my power louder, more volatile, and infinitely harder to contain. Regular food can sustain my human half, but it doesn't quiet the nervous system. Only blood can soothe that.
I pull my oversized wool coat tighter around my frame, burying my hands deep and secure inside the pockets to ensure absolutely no skin-to-skin contact can happen. Weaving through clusters of students like a ghost trying desperately not to disturb the living, I try to blend into the background. I can feel eyes tracking me--one pair specifically, coming from a girl with brown hair sitting inside a classic, yet rusted orange truck--but I keep my gaze fixed hard on the floor. One step, then the next. Avoiding sneakers and boots alike. One step after the next.
Just get the schedule, I breathe, keeping my chest shallow so I don't inhale too much of the warmth around me. Find an empty corner, survive the day.
The heavy glass doors of the school creak open, forcing me inside a maze of institutional green tile and lockers that rattle like loose teeth every time someone slams them shut. The air inside is thick, smelling of wet canvas, cheap body spray, and the distinct, dizzying warmth of too many heartbeats packed into a confined space.
Just get to the office, I tell myself, focusing on the steady click of my boots against the muddied floor. Left foot, right foot. Don't look up, don't make eye contact.
As fate would have it, my physical efforts to remain invisible do nothing to dull my psychic radar. The moment I enter the main hallway, the emotional static morphs into a roaring swell. I pass a group of boys laughing by the trophy case, but beneath their loud bravado is a sharp, jagged spike of insecurity. It's a desperate need to fit in that tastes like copper on the back of my tongue. A girl rushing past me is radiating a panic so pure and frantic over a forgotten assignment that my own pulse answers it, jumping a dangerous ten beats per minute.
I stumble slightly, my shoulder nearly clipping the edge of a locker. My hands tighten into fists inside my coat pockets, the fabric hiding how my nails bury into my palms. Control it, I order my frantic nervous system. If my skin so much as grazes someone through a rip in their jeans or a short sleeve, my empathy won't just absorb their stress--it will violently bounce back tenfold, laced with a psychic agony that could probably drop an elephant. I wouldn't really know, I've never tried.
"Excuse me? Are you lost?"
The voice is quiet, hesitant, and entirely too close for comfort.
I freeze, my breath catching in my throat as I finally force my eyes upward. Standing just two feet away from me is the brown-haired girl from the rusted orange truck. Up close, her aura is vastly different from the loud, aggressive emotional frequencies of the other students. She isn't shouting for attention. Instead, she is shrouded in a quiet, deeply rooted isolation that feels incredibly familiar. It's a heavy, suffocating blanket of displaced loneliness. Silence.
She has a map of the school clutched in one hand and a slip of paper in the other. Her brown eyes are wide, assessing me with a mixture of cautious curiosity and a sudden, tentative hope.
"I'm Isabella," she says, her voice dropping a fraction lower, as if she's just as overwhelmed by the morning crowd as I am. "But everyone calls me Bella. I'm also new here, just moved in from Phoenix."
She takes a small step forward, stretching out her hand in a universal gesture of greeting. My eyes immediately drop to her bare skin, her fingers are exposed. Her skin is pale and vulnerable against the damp air of the hallway. To a normal teenager, extending a hand is an innocent attempt at making a friend on a miserable first day. To me, it is a loaded weapon aimed directly at my chest.
I instinctively take a sharp, rigid step backward, my spine colliding with the cold metal of a locker. A loud clang echoes down the corridor, drawing a few passing glances.
"I... I can't," I stammer, the words rushing out in a breathless, fractured whisper. My heart is pounding so loudly against my ribs that I'm terrified she can hear it over the noise of the bell. The hunger in my throat flares violently, a burning, predatory reminder that my human facade is paper-thin right now. "I'm sorry. I just... I can't touch anyone."
Bella's hand hovers in the air for a second too long before she lowers it, her fingers curling inward. A wave of acute embarrassment ripples off her, a painful, stinging rejection that hits my psychic senses like a slap to the face. She thinks she's done something wrong, that I'm rejecting her.
But right behind the embarrassment, something else settles into her emotional atmosphere: an intense, purely intentional empathy. She looks at my white-knuckled grip on the hem of my jacket, notices the way I'm practically trying to melt into the wall to put space between us, and her defensive walls crumble. She doesn't look offended, she looks at me like she recognizes the sheer terror radiating from my posture. Like she's looking at a startled animal.
"It's okay," Bella says softly, her voice entirely devoid of judgement. She steps back, deliberately giving me a wide, respectful berth. "It's really loud in here, yeah? I get it. I hate how big the crowds are too."
The relief that washes over me is instant, her understanding nearly making my knees buckle. Her emotional aura stabilizes into something grounded, calm, and entirely unthreatening. She isn't pushing, nor is she demanding an explanation for my freakish behavior.
"I'm Ophelia," I manage to say, my voice finally finding a steady thread as I force my heart rate to decline. I tuck my hands firmly back into my pockets, though I allow myself to look her in the eyes for the first time. "I'm new too. You can call me... Opie."
"It's nice to meet you, Opie," Bella replies, offering a genuine smile that doesn't quite reach her tired eyes, but carries a warmth that feels incredibly rare in a place like this. She looks down at her schedule, then back up at me. "I'm heading toward the front office to drop off my slip. Would you like to walk together? You don't have to talk at all, but it might be easier if we cut through the hallway with each other."
I look at the sea of moving bodies ahead of us, then back to Bella. Her quiet, steady presence acts like a minor anchor against the chaotic storm of the student body. She is a shield I didn't expect to find.
"Yes," I whisper, stepping away from the lockers but keeping a strict, two-foot perimeter of empty air between us. "Please."
The heavy wooden door to the front office cuts of the worst of the hallway's roar, replacing it with the steady, comforting clack of a keyboard and the humming groan of an ancient copy machine. The air in here is warmer, smelling of stale coffee, old paper, and damp umbrellas.
Bella steps fully inside first, her quiet presence guiding the way. I follow closely behind her, keeping my mandatory two-foot perimeter, my hands still tightly clenched inside the pockets of my wool coat. The hunger in my throat gives a vicious, sharp pulse. A simple reminder that my control is running on empty. I take a slow, measure breath through my mouth to avoid inhaling the scent of the office staff.
Behind the counter sits a plump woman with red hair and kind, tired eyes, her desk buried under a small mountain of manila folders. She looks up, her face immediately brightening into a practiced, welcoming smile as she sees us approach.
"Hello, girls. How can I help you this morning?"
Bella steps forward, handing over her pink slip with a quiet, polite nod. "I'm Isabella Swan. I'm just dropping off my signed slip. I didn't get the chance to yesterday."
"Ah, Chief Swan's girl! I'm glad to see you made it through the first day okay, Isabella," the woman says warmly, stamping the paper with an official-looking thud. "I'm Ms. Cope, or Miss Shelly. I'll be here if you need anything going forward, mm?"
As Ms. Cope files the slip away, her eyes shift over to me. The moment she takes in my face, her posture completely changes. Her polite, routine customer-service demeanor evaporates, replaced by a sudden, sharp spike of absolute awe and eager curiosity that hits my senses like a brilliant flash of lightning.
"Oh! Oh, my goodness," Ms. Cope breathes, her hands fluttering to her chest as she sits up straighter. "You must be Ophelia, dear! Ophelia Rosenwald."
I stiffen, a familiar wave of anxiety rippling through my stomach. Please don't make a scene, I pray silently. Please.
"Yes," I whisper, keeping my voice as soft and unremarkable as possible. "I'm here to pick up my registration packet and schedule."
"Of course, of course! Right away, dear," Ms. Cope says, her voice rising an octave in excitement. She immediately begins rummaging through a specific drawer, completely forgetting the pile of work on her desk. "We were all so incredibly thrilled when we heard you were enrolling. Your father, Mr. Rosenwald, is practically a legend around here! The entire county has been talking about his firm's latest high-profile case in Seattle. He is just a brilliant lawyer, so sophisticated. To think he chose to keep his main estate right here in Forks!"
Beside me, I can feel Bella's sudden wave of surprise. She glances at me from the corner of her eye, her internal curiosity spiking, though she keeps her expression perfectly neutral. She hadn't realized who my family was, I guess.
I manage a small, tight nod, keeping my lips pressed together. They think of Arthur Rosenwald as my father--the powerful, high-rolling human lawyer who commands respect in every courtroom across the Pacific Northwest. They don't know the truth. They don't know the man that he once was, the human man married to my late mother, a woman that belonged wholeheartedly to the shadows. They don't know that after she passed, Arthur chose to stay, keeping the Rosenwald name alive and fiercely protecting me, hiding my hybrid nature beneath the golden, untouchable shield of his wealth and societal status. To the town of Forks, I am just an eccentric, aristocratic heiress to a massive legal fortune.
"He is very dedicated to his work," I offer softly, the lie tasting bitter. Arthur is dedicated, but mostly to keeping me safe from the things that look like me.
"Oh, absolutely! A true professional," Ms. Cope gushes, finally pulling out a thick, neat folder with my name printed in elegant script across the side. She sets it on the counter, along with a stack of heavy, brand-new textbooks that look like they haven't even been cracked open yet. "Here is your schedule, your map, and your locker assignment, sweetie. And these are your materials for the semester."
The pile of textbooks is massive, and as Ms. Cope slides them across the counter, the top one slips, threatening to crash against the linoleum floor. Instinctively, I reach out a hand to catch it, forgetting my mantra. My habit that keeps me safe.
My bare wrist flashes out from the sleeve of my coat. Ms. Cope, reacting to the falling book, reaches out at the exact same time.
Time seems to slow to a torturous crawl. I see her fingers traveling directly toward my exposed skin. If she touches me--if her warmth collides with my volatile, starved nervous system--my panic will ignite. I will project the horrific, suffocating terror of my hybrid thirst straight into her mind, breaking her composure and silencing this office in a heartbeat.
Before our skin can meet, a physical barrier slides between us. Bella's hand shoots forward, catching the falling textbook with a dull sound of thick paper hitting human flesh. Her arm firmly blocks Ms. Cope's hand from making contact with my wrist.
"I've got it," Bella says quickly, her voice a steady anchor in the sudden spike of my panic.
I pull my hand back violently, tucking it deep inside my coat pocket, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I'm trembling, my breath coming short and shallow as the adrenaline floods my system. Too close. Too close.
Ms. Cope blinks, slightly startled by Bella's quick movement, but she quickly laughs it off, entirely oblivious to the psychological disaster that was just averted. "Oh, thank you, Isabella! My reflexes aren't what they used to be."
Bella doesn't say a word about my breathless, terrified reaction. She just looks at the heavy stack of books, then looks back at me, her brown eyes filled with that same quiet, unjudgmental understanding she'd shown me in the hallway. Without being asked, she reaches down and scoops up half of the heavy textbooks, cradling them against her own chest.
"I can help you carry these to your locker, Opie," Bella says softly, her emotional aura radiating a calm, protective warmth that instantly helps soothe my spiked pulse. "My next class is right down that hall anyway."
I look at her, a profound sense of gratitude washing over me, temporarily quieting the burn of the hunger in my throat. She saved me. She doesn't even know what I am or what I can do, but she saved me anyway.
"Thank you," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.
Ms. Cope beams a the two of us, practically oozing satisfaction at the sight of the town's two new girls bonding. "Have a wonderful day, girls! Let me know if you need anything at all, okay?"
Bella offers a polite nod, and together, we turn and walk back out into the hallway. I stay two feet to her left, my hands safely hidden against my chest where I cradle the rest of my textbooks. To say that I'm grateful for the human at my side would be an understatement, she's a shield that I didn't know existed.
I sat at the table with my dad and Harry clearwater like i did every Wednesday afternoon after school, as i waited for Harry to take me back to his house so i could hang out with his son Seth; after i had decided that i no longer wanted to move around with my mother and her baseball player boyfriend. i moved to forks WA with my dad charlie.
The clearwaters were the only people i had that resembled a close family. That was until my older sister Bella moved to forks and messed everything up.
Bella ran into the house like a bat out of hell "Dad,I saw them!" "What's the matter?" my dad asked "In the woods!" 'admitting that was a mistake' i thought
"Bells, what the hell were you doing in the woods?" my dad said making my thought correct, my sister ignored him and kept rambling "They're not bears! They're wolves! Like huge wolves!" she said in a panic.
"Are you sure about that?" Harry asked, looking at my sister like she was nuts he definitely wouldn't be wrong. "I just saw them. They wore after... something."
my dad sighed standing up "well, Harry feel like going hunting? Get some of your guys together?" very reluctantly Harry stood up with a grunt "Yeah... ummm.. sure...ok... i'll just" he mumbled while walking off
"I should go see if there are any reports at the station.. Bells just..stay in the house." he said he sent a glance to me in other words telling me to keep an eye on my older sister.
It wasn't long after my dad left that my sister grabbed her truck key's "where do you think you're going?" i asked "to Jake's" she said, "but dad said.." she cut me off "I'm just going to Jake's." "Well then i'm coming with you." i said standing heading to the door.
"fine." she said we drove to the rev the closer we got the harder the rain started to pour, I day dreamed out the truck window, i always found this weather peaceful.
When we got to Jacob's house he was outside..shirtless heading to the woods in the back of his house, bella jumped out of the truck.
"Jake!" she yelled over the rain trying to catch up to him, he hadn't talk to her in weeks, I got out of the truck pulling up my hoodie.
He was nuts for being out here with out really anything on, i walked up standing behind Bella
"Jacob! Hey!" Bella grabbed him by the arm he turned around looking pissed off.
"You cut your hair off? And got a tattoo? I thought you were to sick to come outside or pick up the phone when I call."
"Go Away." Jacob mumbled "What?" my sister looked shocked and hurt, "Go Away."
"What happened to you? Did Sam do this to you?" i looked at her confused "Sam Uley?" i asked
"No Sam's trying to help me! Don't blame him! But if you want someone to blame, blame those bloodsucker friends of yours, The Cullens"
"I don't know what your talking about." Bella said slightly looking away from him she always did that when she lied, jake chuckled.
"Cut the crap Bella, you know exactly what i'm talking about, listen it doesn't matter anyway, just go home, Get her home kid." he said turning to me.
"You promised." Bella said on the verge of tears, it was hard seeing Jake like this, he was like a brother to me.
"Yes. I promised I was never going to hurt you, and this is me keeping that promise. Go home, and don't come back, or else you're going to get hurt." he said he turned running off joining a group of other shirtless guys who i hadn't noticed before.
"What happen to them?" i asked "I don't know." Bella walking back to the truck, I watched as all of them but one ran off into the woods, i realized it to be Embry Call, he stood there staring at me as if he was in some kind of trance.
"Rosa!" my sister yelled from the truck, it seemed simultaneously Embry fell out of the trance and ran to join the rest of the guys, it was strange, either one of us had rarely spoken a word to each other, maybe once or twice if i was a Jacob's but never really a conversion and some how i suddenly felt drawn to him.
Please feel free to inbox any requests or questions, I will try my best to respond as soon as, I only write for males at the moment but will venture out into writing for the women at some point.
