This blog is mainly about my WIP 'Witching Hour - Twilight fanfic'. It takes place after the events of Breaking Dawn, and while it uses as much canon as possible it also has a ton of my own worldbuilding on top of it. Initially, the story takes place in Volterra with few OCs (Only the protagonist and Vela (one of the 'unnamed Volturi Guards')).
I've just started watching A Discovery of Witches (Currently on ep 2) and it seems nothing is completely original, you'll probably find some of its vibes in my work.
The premise:
The story centres around the OC Agnes (a witch) that in secret arrives at the Volturi with an unusal proposition. Inspired by [redacted] she aims to invent an enchanted construct that would help vampires blend in with the human population. We're talking enchanated wristwatches that would have the wearer appear human. Why? Because in this day and age, human technology is becoming an increasingly nasty hindrance to vampire secrecy. Once the witch community realises what she's up to, she quickly becomes a pariah and there is pushback.
The worldbuilding is still in flux i.e. I haven't decided completely on what the magic system should be. At the moment I'm leaning towards a 'life-force' based system.
What will it include:
There will be coming-of-age romance involved along the way. Angsty. Probably a bit toxic. Not sure yet if it ends happily.
As one of the key themes is exploring trauma, the story will get pretty dark but there will also be levity in the form of irreverent dialogue and perhaps filler style chapters. Humour and deflection ARE trauma coping mechanisms after all.
Important Notes!
1) At no point will I directly state the ages of the twins or Agnes. One can assume they're anywhere between 15-18.
2) Just because I have a character do something or behave a certain way doesn't mean that I as the author condone or agree with it. The mentality and morality of centuries old immortals is going to be waaaay different to our own.
We're more alike than we're different; love and pain are universal
Once I have an AO3, I'll add the link here -> [-] ^ This is where the full fic will be, in correct order. HERE I will be posting offshoots, random segments, drafts, oneshots etc. that might never make it into the narrative idk... the process is messy.
Needless to say, yet I'll say it anyway, please don't repost or plagarise. Except for Twilight (SM's intellectual property) and the reblogs everything on this blog is my own.
What's a sky with but one star gone—missing?
Nobody will notice.
How could they?
How could anyone, when millions spill all over?
Except, you were part of a constellation,
whether you realize or not,
you'll be missed.
If not by those who came before,
or those who know you now,
then by those your light was meant to touch—
but now never will
Typically I dabble with stories and fics, but last night trying to get into my MC's head for a specific scene I ended up with a poem -- I think. Posting it here in case it can make you (or someone) feel something. It demanded to be shared.
dear lord, please take all life problems and responsibilities away from fanfic writers but also make them financially stable and happy with nothing to worry about so they can happily focus on writing and posting fanfiction. amen
I have this idea of being reborn into the Twilight saga with all your memories of your previous life where Twilight was a book series. What would happen if you wrote the books in this new universe. How long would it take for the Volturi to catch up at the coincidences in the book?
This idea has been swimming in my head for a couple of days now.
They WILL investigate, they WILL find you/whoever wrote this this blasphemous text (even if it's under a pseudonym - they're expert trackers, don't forget), they WILL 'deal with' said author and then they'll... quietly accept the inevitable situation. Because as it turns out, it's actually quite brilliant. Convenient even.
Aro is distraught of never having thought of this before. Hiding in PLAIN SIGHT. Misinformation, an age old tactic, 21st century style. Genius.
Felix and Demetri are THRIVING. They have never had such good luck with the ladies (not that it was bad before).
Caius HATES it of course - he puts anyone that brands themselves 'team Jacob' onto his personal hit list (he really hates werewolves, okay? The discourse of them has to end. The boy hates being TRIGGERED).
Marcus looked himself up ONCE. One time. So many I-want-to-fix-him ladies out there. His decision to never date again strengthened.
And as for the twins, they're constantly provoked into acting out.
"Cute! You guys look just like Jane and Alec".
"Huh, funny that, you look just like our next snack."
"Cute, but you guys look NOTHING like Jane and Alec."
..."Your own mother won't recognise you after we're done here."
Thick, acrid smoke started to billow. Its blackened tendrils, a silent proclamation, stretched into the sky.
‘There would be no salvation,’ it promised, as it stole the moon.
'No prayer will reach the gods,’ it vowed.
Complete darkness. A hole. A tomb. A void— claimed by evil, as the fire's hellish glow intensified, spread, and washed over the crowd. The resulting contrast of light and shadow distorted their faces, transforming the mob instantly into a horde of monstrous, grotesque creatures. The sight? It matched the demonic cacophony, it matched the deafening roar of the inferno and, worst of all, it matched the faint pleas of those condemned.
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Just a piece of my WIP before I delete it (RIP). || Photo [link]
the volturi in new moon: how DARE you, a VAMPYR, show yourself to the HUMANS!? we must keep our kind SECRET!
also the volturi: *eats an entire group of tourists in one day, thus murdering like 20 people and likely causing a huge spike in missing persons cases*
“On the other side of the wooden doors was a different kind of reception. The pale boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane’s twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely. He came forward to meet us. He smiled, reaching for her.”
Dakota Fanning and Cameron Bright as Jane and Alec
The Twilight Saga (2008-2012)
Perhaps, he could indulge...
His lips parted. Desperate. Starved.
...and leave her alive?
He trailed down, his lips grazing over her soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, as they sought out that sweet spot.
The study was quiet save for the faint rustle of paper. It had been that way for hours. Y/n eagerly note-taking at first, scribbling away, jotting ideas down in a notebook with speed and certainty. But now? Now she just read, marking passages with sticky tabs like colour-coded breadcrumbs for her future self to follow. A better rested future self, as the sun had long since set. Not that she’d noticed. Apart from the dim glow of the candelabra above, a half-melted candle rested on the oak table. It painted her focused features with warmth, an image that clashed with the chill of the stone walls. The flickering flames, the only thing pushing back the dark, were a small courtesy left behind by Demetri—her handler—who had both come and gone… at some point. Another thing she’d missed, too wrapped up thumbing through the dense grimoire. Dedication. It blinds you.
Slowly, the unnatural mist seeped in. Unnoticed, it crept through the gaps around the closed door and pooled along the edges of the chamber. As if seizing its prey, it hovered, waiting, its edges undulating slightly. Then, as if by sudden command it pounced with purpose, enveloping y/n in a shroud of nothingness. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxed, and her fingers froze mid-turn of the page. Her mind now a blank slate as all senses; sound, sight, touch, even the sense of self, were stolen from her.
Swift turn of the handle brought the groaning door to open. It wasn't intention but rather compulsion that made him pause. Her scent, rich and layered, swirled around the chamber thicker than the mist he fabricated. He didn’t remember it being like this before. It did something to him. Standing on the threshold, he took another breath. An unnecessarily deep one. A flicker of dark curiosity stirred in his chest. It drew him in.
Having pushed the door back to a close Alec moved through the stillness, his footsteps soundless as he approached. The faint crimson glow of his eyes caught the candlelight for a brief moment before he stopped just behind her, grasping the wooden chair from both sides.
His gaze swept over her, clinical and calculating. She sat perfectly still, her posture loose leaning left, chin resting on the palm of her hand. With a tilt of his head, he moved her hair aside. Smooth, unblemished, strikingly fragile—
No.
Still, the thought of sinking his teeth into that unbroken skin flashed in his mind. The promise of warmth, vitality, and possibly something more. Quickly his eye located it. The faint thrum of her pulse at the jugular, steady and unguarded. The wood creaked under his grasp, frame trembling. Transfixed he lingered, venom pooling in his mouth, the predator inside him pacing restlessly.
Would Aro really mind?
Stepping to her side with inhuman speed, he leaned in, his cold breath brushing up against her neck. So deliciously warm. And the smell— Oh God, the smell— his eyes might have rolled back before a low growl reverberated from deep within him.
Panting now, each inhale a gust of bellows stoking the embers, the fire, the inferno that raged, laying waste to his throat.
This isn't what he came here for... Why did he come here?... He shouldn’t… But the way she sat, her neck inclined to him like an invitation.
His hand cupped the back of her head, just to keep her steady, as he inched closer until his nose pressed firmly to her jawline.
Would— Could anyone blame him?
Actually touching now he could feel the incredible warmth, heat really, almost scorching it seemed. Also the rhythmic vibrations of her pulse... Thump, Thump, Thump, ... crashing against his skin like waves against a rocky cliff. Oh, the beast no longer paced in its cage. It thrashed.
Perhaps, he could indulge...
His lips parted. Desperate. Starved.
...and leave her alive?
He trailed down, his lips grazing over her soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, as they sought out that sweet spot.
THUMP… THUMP…THUMP
He was almost there, the pulse becoming louder. He opened wider, baring his teeth. The beast rejoiced, almost free off its shackles, when suddenly— he paused, exhaling sharply.
Unbelievable.
He was certain he pushed back all her hair earlier.
His fingers entered his mouth to extract the interruptor, while he pulled away just enough to view her entire face.
And there it was.
Before him, a thick strand of hair. Now catching the candlelight as it curled against her cheek.
He observed it with narrowed eyes. Then, slowly and deliberately, he reached out, his cold fingers ghosting over her temple as he quickly tucked the stupid strand back. There was no affection in the gesture, only precision—a need to see her fully, unobstructed.
But he didn’t move further. The moment broke, leaving the beast dejected and subdued. His mind lucid, the Volturi's newest rules rang clear. Y/n was not to be harmed—not yet, at least.
His jaw tightened, as he straightened with some effort. Even now, completely unaware and at his mercy... hmph
Crossing his arms his focus fell on her lips. Though her face was completely neutral and her eyes half-lidded, still lost in the abyss thanks to his gift, to him— she smiled. Laughed even. Though he never heard her laugh, did he? Still, mockery is mockery, he could imagine it all the same. Aimed at him though, that was new.
Her mismatched eyes drew his full attention next. One (e/c), warm and curious; the other (e/c), sharp and reflective. Odd. Not unpleasing, but strange. Even in stillness, they seemed to hold secrets. Secrets that irritated and intrigued him in equal measure. He could almost 'see' her staring him down now; just like before in the library, like she would now if— Well, if it weren't for the current circumstances. His near invisible mist continued to swirl around her closely, rendering her senseless. And was that disappointing? The vacancy? The lack of defiance in those eyes?
His focus suddenly shifted to the door.
Satisfied, or perhaps frustrated, he stepped back. His gaze lingered on her for a final moment before he turned to leave, slipping away into the shadows outside. Obeying its master, the mist began to retract, curling away from her body and dissipated after him.
Y/n blinked, her fingers twitching as life returned to her limbs. She glanced at the page in front of her, frowning slightly as though unsure how long she’d been staring at it.
“Guess I zoned out,” she murmured, rubbing her neck.
She shook her head, returning her attention to the research, unaware of the eyes that had watched her, the lips that had almost lingered too long, and the mist that had turned her world into silence.
It's a little silly. I had the worst time trying to write the opening paragraph for a chapter, but (after sitting on it for like two weeks) I got there in the end!
It's such a small thing, yet it feels really good. It feels good falling in love with the process and not just the final 'product'.
Suppose I'm also sharing this because I'm scared someone might accuse me of using a.i. due to my flagrant overuse of the majestic em dash.
Perhaps, he could indulge...
His lips parted. Desperate. Starved.
...and leave her alive?
He trailed down, his lips grazing over her soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, as they sought out that sweet spot.
The study was quiet save for the faint rustle of paper. It had been that way for hours. Y/n eagerly note-taking at first, scribbling away, jotting ideas down in a notebook with speed and certainty. But now? Now she just read, marking passages with sticky tabs like colour-coded breadcrumbs for her future self to follow. A better rested future self, as the sun had long since set. Not that she’d noticed. Apart from the dim glow of the candelabra above, a half-melted candle rested on the oak table. It painted her focused features with warmth, an image that clashed with the chill of the stone walls. The flickering flames, the only thing pushing back the dark, were a small courtesy left behind by Demetri—her handler—who had both come and gone… at some point. Another thing she’d missed, too wrapped up thumbing through the dense grimoire. Dedication. It blinds you.
Slowly, the unnatural mist seeped in. Unnoticed, it crept through the gaps around the closed door and pooled along the edges of the chamber. As if seizing its prey, it hovered, waiting, its edges undulating slightly. Then, as if by sudden command it pounced with purpose, enveloping y/n in a shroud of nothingness. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxed, and her fingers froze mid-turn of the page. Her mind now a blank slate as all senses; sound, sight, touch, even the sense of self, were stolen from her.
Swift turn of the handle brought the groaning door to open. It wasn't intention but rather compulsion that made him pause. Her scent, rich and layered, swirled around the chamber thicker than the mist he fabricated. He didn’t remember it being like this before. It did something to him. Standing on the threshold, he took another breath. An unnecessarily deep one. A flicker of dark curiosity stirred in his chest. It drew him in.
Having pushed the door back to a close Alec moved through the stillness, his footsteps soundless as he approached. The faint crimson glow of his eyes caught the candlelight for a brief moment before he stopped just behind her, grasping the wooden chair from both sides.
His gaze swept over her, clinical and calculating. She sat perfectly still, her posture loose leaning left, chin resting on the palm of her hand. With a tilt of his head, he moved her hair aside. Smooth, unblemished, strikingly fragile—
No.
Still, the thought of sinking his teeth into that unbroken skin flashed in his mind. The promise of warmth, vitality, and possibly something more. Quickly his eye located it. The faint thrum of her pulse at the jugular, steady and unguarded. The wood creaked under his grasp, frame trembling. Transfixed he lingered, venom pooling in his mouth, the predator inside him pacing restlessly.
Would Aro really mind?
Stepping to her side with inhuman speed, he leaned in, his cold breath brushing up against her neck. So deliciously warm. And the smell— Oh God, the smell— his eyes might have rolled back before a low growl reverberated from deep within him.
Panting now, each inhale a gust of bellows stoking the embers, the fire, the inferno that raged, laying waste to his throat.
This isn't what he came here for... Why did he come here?... He shouldn’t… But the way she sat, her neck inclined to him like an invitation.
His hand cupped the back of her head, just to keep her steady, as he inched closer until his nose pressed firmly to her jawline.
Would— Could anyone blame him?
Actually touching now he could feel the incredible warmth, heat really, almost scorching it seemed. Also the rhythmic vibrations of her pulse... Thump, Thump, Thump, ... crashing against his skin like waves against a rocky cliff. Oh, the beast no longer paced in its cage. It thrashed.
Perhaps, he could indulge...
His lips parted. Desperate. Starved.
...and leave her alive?
He trailed down, his lips grazing over her soft skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, as they sought out that sweet spot.
THUMP… THUMP…THUMP
He was almost there, the pulse becoming louder. He opened wider, baring his teeth. The beast rejoiced, almost free off its shackles, when suddenly— he paused, exhaling sharply.
Unbelievable.
He was certain he pushed back all her hair earlier.
His fingers entered his mouth to extract the interruptor, while he pulled away just enough to view her entire face.
And there it was.
Before him, a thick strand of hair. Now catching the candlelight as it curled against her cheek.
He observed it with narrowed eyes. Then, slowly and deliberately, he reached out, his cold fingers ghosting over her temple as he quickly tucked the stupid strand back. There was no affection in the gesture, only precision—a need to see her fully, unobstructed.
But he didn’t move further. The moment broke, leaving the beast dejected and subdued. His mind lucid, the Volturi's newest rules rang clear. Y/n was not to be harmed—not yet, at least.
His jaw tightened, as he straightened with some effort. Even now, completely unaware and at his mercy... hmph
Crossing his arms his focus fell on her lips. Though her face was completely neutral and her eyes half-lidded, still lost in the abyss thanks to his gift, to him— she smiled. Laughed even. Though he never heard her laugh, did he? Still, mockery is mockery, he could imagine it all the same. Aimed at him though, that was new.
Her mismatched eyes drew his full attention next. One (e/c), warm and curious; the other (e/c), sharp and reflective. Odd. Not unpleasing, but strange. Even in stillness, they seemed to hold secrets. Secrets that irritated and intrigued him in equal measure. He could almost 'see' her staring him down now; just like before in the library, like she would now if— Well, if it weren't for the current circumstances. His near invisible mist continued to swirl around her closely, rendering her senseless. And was that disappointing? The vacancy? The lack of defiance in those eyes?
His focus suddenly shifted to the door.
Satisfied, or perhaps frustrated, he stepped back. His gaze lingered on her for a final moment before he turned to leave, slipping away into the shadows outside. Obeying its master, the mist began to retract, curling away from her body and dissipated after him.
Y/n blinked, her fingers twitching as life returned to her limbs. She glanced at the page in front of her, frowning slightly as though unsure how long she’d been staring at it.
“Guess I zoned out,” she murmured, rubbing her neck.
She shook her head, returning her attention to the research, unaware of the eyes that had watched her, the lips that had almost lingered too long, and the mist that had turned her world into silence.
