#twilight oc

Yandere twilight x reader

Warnings: body horror, torture, suicidal thoughts, animal death mentioned, psychological abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, description of injury, smoking

Fic summary: your reunion with the volturi after your ‘kidnapping’ goes in an unexpected direction

“My sweet dear” Aro greeted as he perched on his marble throne alongside the rest of the volturi, genuine glee filling the eccentric man's face as he and the two other men look down at your figure that had been covered by your family's presence “how we’ve missed you”

You want to scream. You want to cry. You want to burst into a laughter of madness that no other fit could ever outshine. You just wanted to die and rot back into the ground, a fate you would welcome with a bared neck and open chest cavity at this point.

Everyone in the room stares at you in a way that shows they want something from you. The volturi wanted the truth from you, the cullens wanted you to remain quiet and hoped no one would notice the freshly healed over cracks on your skin that hasn't had just the right amount of time to fade completely, and the spectators to your situation just wanted something to satiate their greedy needs of entertainment. And you?, you just wanted to fade into the ground and sink slowly into the depths of your own exhaustion and paranoia.

The process of putting you back together again was pure agony, similar to gluing a porcelain cup back together piece by piece. Carlisle had not stopped at breaking just your hand off, he shattered away every limb below your neck off one by one, leaving you a tortured torso that screamed and begged for an inch of mercy but you weren't granted that. 

Carlise was nice enough to do the damage quickly instead of drawing the process out and risking accidentally sabotaging the delicate healing process. It seems the cullens sadism was outshined by their combined saviour complexes as they tried to make the healing process as comfortable for you as possible and took their turns ‘caring’ for you.

They laid you in the softest of beds and used washcloths to dab away the excess of tears that poured from your eyes, bringing you cups of blood with a cute straw to help you drink without the accessibility of your limbs. But laying in the silk sheets and drinking the finest blood did nothing to limit the horror of your situation. 

To heal the broken off limbs, the cullens strapped your torso down to the bed before laying the limbs in the original positions and allowing the vampire healing factors to work their unexplainable magic. Your limbs pulled themselves back together in a hellish process, similar to having your skin slowly stitched back together and bones forcibly fused. You screamed the entire time as you watched your porcelain textured skin reattach and you became whole again, the clattering and clicking of the process never able to be drowned out as you felt yourself slowly growing madder than the hatter.

It took three days for the bones to reform, an additional week for you to be able to use them fully again but not long enough for the cracks to fade and certainly never long enough for you to not get a phantom pain when you heard the clanking of porcelain or you see the cracks adorning your limbs.

Carlisle had wanted to let you rest at home longer, but the Volturi were not known for being patient and sent word for you as soon as they had heard their gentle heart had returned to her nest. And they were granted their wish as you stood before them, but this version of you wasn't the one they remembered.

“She’s missed you too, Aro” Carlisle offers after your silence goes on too long, the man can withstand committing violent acts of torture but couldnt handle a slight impoliteness or ongoing awkward silence “She’s just more quiet, after her little situation”

Aro eyed your figure in a suspicious manner, gaze meeting the hints to the cracks on your skin that had been hidden beneath conservative clothing you’d been dressed in, your chest had gone back to being forcibly bound once again. Physically you looked almost identical to the girl he remembered, but the added horror in your eyes was a new touch.

“Lucky for us all, I can see everything i need to know from a simple touch of my sweet girls hand” Aro states in a sweet tone as he comes closer but he only invites you to move further back behind the figures of your family “dear, don’t you want me to know of your journey, so i can make it better?”

You want to believe that the volturi will free you, that aro will free you and bring you to a safe environment away from the cullens where you could fix the irreparable damage they had caused your soul, but that was all just a fantasy. They knew what pain the cullens had done in the past and could do nothing to help you then, why be foolish enough to believe in childish notions of saviours now you had experienced the scorching hot pain of helplessness and disappointment. Instead you choose to cower behind your captors because the hundreds of years with them had made you accustomed to what they are, and you now believed it was safer to stick with the devil you know rather than choose a new path that only prolongs the pain and brings you to the same conclusion.

“She isn’t fond of being touched these days, by anyone other than her family that is” Carlisle answers for you once again, a subtle jab to the Volturi that has you hearing cracking sounds from Caius’s marble throne, a sound that makes you flinch slightly due to the familiarity of the sound “and we’ve discussed that she doesn't wish to relive what happened, it's just too much for the girl to bare”

“Then have her tell us” Caius demands as he stands from his throne and is only stopped by Aro’s raised hand and your further retreat behind the Cullens “what did those rogues do?”

“You are safe now, dear” Marcus reassures from his throne with a concerned expression on his face, you want to scoff at the word safe as you doubt you’ve felt safe since the day you were turned into the monster you are now “you can confide in us”

Your eyes look at them but your figure continues to shrink into itself as the hairs on the back of your neck prickle up at the sense that the Cullens were watching you, dissecting your every move and waiting to pounce once you said the wrong thing or you gave the wrong look.

“Speak, child” Caius demanded out of frustration as he rose from his throne and strided forward to you, his intention wasn't to distress you but to know what had been done to you in your absence “or did the rogues take out your damned tongue?”

You back away at his sudden presence and feel yourself gulping air that your body didn’t need. Caius is taken aback by this reaction, you had not feared him in decades as you were one of the very few he allowed to see him soft, this was not the girl he remembered so fondly, this was a husk of the gentle soul he had once known.

“Enough, Caius” Aro yells as his hand lands on Caius’s shoulder to stop his demanding approach, the Cullens surrounding you hiss at him aggressively “the poor girl is shaking, leave her be”

Guilt is an emotion that Caius wasn’t used to feeling, sometimes he doubts he’s even able to do so. You prove he can when his eyes land on your trembling figure and widened eyes

“Perhaps it's best if the child waits outside in the gardens while we discuss what happened” Marcus offers as he senses the pure unease and the shift in yours and Caius’s dynamic “if the subject is too much for her to recount”

There is a shift in Carlisle’s demeanour, unable to be caught by people other than your family. There is a glint of victory in his eyes as he senses an opening, a way to shift the narrative into what his delusions have convinced him is the truth. He can tell the story without the pesky intrusions such as your opinion or the truth.

“Excellent idea” Carlisle flashes his charming smile once again “Alice, Jasper, go take her to the gardens-”

“No” Aro interrupts, shocking the Cullens as he waves them away “Jane and Alec will escort her, give them a chance to catch up”

“Aro” Carlisle says warningly, his hand holding onto your shoulder tightly “she's fragile, she should be with family-”

“It wasn't a request” Aro says with a tight grin “loosen the leash Carlisle”

Carlisle sighs and lets go of his tight grip on your shoulder, giving you a final warning look that’s only met with your dead eyes and a nod. Jane and Alec are at your side instantly as they guide you out the room, the door closing behind the three of you

“Now, Cullens” Aro speaks as all three of the Volturi kings look at the family with menacing expressions “tell us what happened to our gentle girl”

The Cullen family couldn’t help but feel nervous at the new sense of suspicion that entered in your absence, trapping them in place.

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Jane and Alec try to talk to you once you reach the gardens, Alec mostly carrying the attempts as Jane observes you with her usual cold, stoic expression yet to the trained eye, traces of concern were etched into her gaze.

You didn’t speak much in return, offering mumbled out yes or nos and small hums in response to their words. It was a strange sight for the two, usually your lovely voice would fill the voids of silence the two siblings had between each other but now you were like a songbird who had lost her voice and now sat sadly at the bottom of her golden cage.

“The night is quite lovely out here tonight” Alec commented as he stood beside you on the balcony overlooking the gardens, the moonlight shining down softly but his words were only met with a small nod from you.

“I’m sure there are some birds around here you could control” Jane offers in her usual stoic tone as her eyes search the treelines for any wildlife “an owl perhaps”

“I don’t really do that much anymore” you mumble out quietly, this news taking the two aback slightly due to them knowing how much you loved your gift and how effortlessly you were usually able to connect with the nature around you “Can’t really find a connection”

You choose to leave ot the fact that any animal you choose to find a connection with chooses to die rather than share your bond, birds flying into windows to avoid singing for you and smaller animals starving themselves rather than to sit at your side.

Your response is only met with silence from the siblings as they’re thoughts race at the revelation, eyes darting to take in every little detail of your demeanour, your dead eyes and tense shoulders as if you were expecting pain to be inflicted at any moment.

“Will you tell us what happened to you, dearest friend?” Jane asks as she stands before you, blood red eyes meeting yours in hidden yearning, desperation “confide in us what has been done to you?”

You still at the question, it's hard to answer questions about the supposed nightmare of your absence without admitting its the most freedom you’ve ever experienced in your life and how much you wish you could magic yourself back into that shared motel room with James and Victoria.

“It's not what you think” is all you offer through a hushed whisper as you avoid their intruding gazes 

“Well what can we do to fix it” Alec demands as he intrudes on your personal space in order to bring him a glimpse of the girl you were “to fix you”

Alec had certainly picked up on more of Caius’s habits than either of them would admit, both being hot headed when it concerned you and both blunt when looking to find the cure for you.

“Alec” Jane attempts to calm her brother but he’s already passed his emotional threshold, years of being in the high guard had made them both accustomed to getting their own way so your lack of usual sweetness and cooperation seemed to grate on Alec

“We can get you whatever you need to feel better” Alec offers in a slightly desperate manner “blood, animals, revenge, whatever it takes to heal your mind and to soothe you”

“Freedom” is what your mind screams but your mouth does not allow to speak “freedom is the only thing to fix me, and the one thing you cannot give”

“Just speak it and we can make it happen, dearest” Jane tries to encourage as she notices your mouth open and struggle to find the words 

“I…I wish to be alone” you struggle to ask but you look at the siblings with those big eyes of yours, and manage to give them a glimpse of who you once were “please?”

The siblings look at each other before Alec sighs and Jane nods her head, both of them leaving you alone without a word, sensing that pushing you further would only cause more hurt and distress.

You're left alone to stare off the balcony, looking down at the bottom and wondering what kind of fall that would be. You closed your eyes as you envisioned yourself climbing over the balcony and dropping to the bottom, would your body crack like a porcelain doll like how carlisle broke your hand off or would it splinter off like wood like when Emmett pushed your hips too hard into the ground. The thought brings James to mind and the pure guilt causes you to let out a sigh.

“The fall wouldn’t kill you” Your eyes flash open at the sound of a man's voice, turning to find a handsome blonde vampire stood beside you with a cigarette between his fingers and a stoic expression “not unless you knocked down one of the lanterns with you, still a risky move that'll probably only end with you missing a limb though”

You wince slightly at his words, your eyes looking down to your cracked skin and sighing.

“Sorry” he apologises in a way that doesn’t sound very genuine, exhaling the smoke from his lit cigarette “too soon?”

You frown at him as your gaze narrows at his mocking words, eyes landing on his hand that cradles his lit cigarette.

“Does that even do anything for you?” you mutter out curiously, a light scoff emitted from your throat 

“Not much” he admits with a careless shrug “but i enjoy the smell”

Your nose crinkles slightly in disgust but you offer him a silent nod as he exhales his smoke.

“So, is making suicidal plans the way you spend your time nowadays?” The vampire asks with a raise brow as he leans against the balcony carelessly 

“Do we know each other?” you ask with a frown, confused on how he can speak to you so brazenly 

“You and I have been scandalously acquainted for some time now” the vampire states cryptically “just never face to face”

You're about to enquire on whatever that means, a blur of red in the corner of your eye captures your attention instead as you turn your head quickly in the hopes of catching a hint of Victoria and instead finding just a red haired volturi member passing by instead, your shoulders slumping at the revelation.  

Your mind had constantly run through scenarios of what had happened to Victoria and where she could be now. Though you doubt that wherever she was that she’d want to see you again, the guilt of James death weighing heavy on your heart-

“She doesn't blame you, y’know” the handsome vampire speaks beside you, interrupting your thoughts once again “stupid to think she would be, wasn’t your fault”

“How would you know?” you ask with a light scoff

“Because I watched everything that happened and I see everything that will happen” the vampire speaks cryptically once again but his blunt tone takes you aback “she still looks for you y’know, not that she’ll find you again with those freaks looking after you-”

“Why are you speaking to me like this?” you interrupt with a frown, partly out of frustration and partly out of confusion as someone speaks of the Cullens disrespectfully.

“Because I know a thing or two about living under the thumb of those who have robbed you of what was yours and expect a thank you for it” he scoffs out before taking a drag of his cigarette “I know the dark place your mind is in, been there once or twice myself”

A heavy silence sits between the two of you, the only sound being the owls in the trees

“...how did you escape them?” you ask quietly as you copy his stance of leaning against the balcony “your captors”

“I played the long game, let the treat me like an animal and spit in my face and thanked them for it until I had the chance to commit my revenge” he explains stoically “I waited for the perfect moment”

“Didn’t work out well for me” you remark bitterly but you're only rewarded with a scoff from the vampire “what?”

“You didn’t do it right, you waited for others to join you before you committed to the idea of revenge or freedom outside of dying” the vampire scoffs out “granted you played the long game but you played it so long that you grew too content with the idea that death was the only way out”

“I tried-” you attempt to interrupt but the man turns to you suddenly and looks you in the eyes

“You were weak, you waited on others to save you” the man states bluntly “nobody is coming to save you, either do it yourself or accept the Cullens as your forever home”

Your eyes widen at his words and blunt demeanour and the truth he held, the truth that others had shielded you from and that you’d buried within yourself to avoid facing. He didn't coddle you or sugarcoat his words for you, he spoke to you like you could handle it and treated you almost like an equal.

“I’m not saying it to be mean” he states calmly “but no one ever speaks to you plainly, your not a kid and you can handle the truth”

“What's your name?” you ask suddenly, an act that has the vampires eyes widening in shock

“Alexander Johnson Ward” he answers with a narrowed gaze, he was expecting tears, not personal questions “people call me Johnny”

“Thank you, Johnny” you say genuinely as you look up at him in light curiosity “for the advice”

“No problem” Johnny responds with a slight huff of amusement as he puts his cigarette out “I better get out of here”

“I’ll see you around?” you call after his retreating figure with a curious tone

“Like a shadow” he calls back before leaving you alone on the balcony, your eyes following his absence.

You hear the gentle sounds of an owl in the trees nearby, closing your eyes and summoning it closer. The owl perches on the edge of the balcony in front of you, being able to connect with an animal without it dying for the first time in a while. You stroke the owl gently and listen to its gentle song as your mind tries to form your next plan.

Nobody is going to save you, you need to save yourself this time.

The bedroom was dimly lit, moonlight cutting sharp silver lines across the floor. Shane knelt in the center of the thick rug, completely naked, her pulse racing. Rosalie knelt directly behind her, her cool hands gripped both of Shane’s wrists, pinning them firmly together at the small of her back.

Emmett stood tall in front of her, towering and naked, his thick cock heavy and already leaking at the tip. He cupped Shane’s jaw with one massive hand, thumb brushing her lower lip.

“Open,” he commanded, voice low and rough.

Shane parted her lips obediently. Emmett pushed forward, sliding the thick head of his cock into her warm mouth. She moaned around him as he filled her, stretching her lips wide. His hips rocked steadily, feeding her more of his length with each thrust.

“Good girl,” Rosalie purred against her ear, tightening her grip on Shane’s wrists. “Take him deeper. Let him use that pretty mouth.”

Shane’s eyes watered as Emmett pushed toward the back of her throat. She breathed through her nose, sucking him eagerly, tongue swirling along the underside of his shaft. Emmett groaned, one hand tangling in her hair, guiding her rhythm.

“Fuck, just like that,” he growled.

Rosalie’s free hand slid down Shane’s body, teasing her nipples before dipping between her legs to feel how soaked she already was. “She’s dripping,” Rosalie smirked.

Emmett fucked Shane’s mouth for a few more deep thrusts, then suddenly pulled out. Before Shane could catch her breath, he moved behind her. Rosalie kept her wrists locked tightly behind her back, forcing Shane to stay on her knees, chest forward, ass raised.

Emmett mounted her instantly.

He gripped her hips with bruising strength and slammed into her pussy in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Shane cried out at the sudden, brutal stretch. He was so thick, so deep in this position, and with her hands restrained she could only take it, exactly how they wanted her.

Emmett didn’t ease up. He fucked her hard, hips snapping forward with relentless force. Each thrust drove her forward, her breasts swaying as Rosalie held her wrists like iron cuffs. The wet, filthy sound of his cock pounding into her soaked cunt filled the room.

“Take it,” Emmett snarled, one hand fisting in her hair while the other dug into her hip. “This is what you get when you’re ours.”

Rosalie leaned in, kissing the side of Shane’s neck while keeping her perfectly pinned. “You look so beautiful like this,” she whispered.

Shane moaned helplessly, the angle letting Emmett hit that perfect spot with every rough thrust. Her thighs trembled. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter as Emmett railed her without mercy, his heavy balls slapping against her with every deep stroke.

“Come for us,” Emmett ordered, voice strained with his own rising climax. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, never slowing his punishing pace.

Shane shattered hard, crying out around a broken moan as her walls clenched desperately around his thick cock. Emmett growled and slammed into her even harder, chasing his release. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep and came, flooding her with cool seed.

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Beneath the silence is a fan fic series I created inspired by the Twilight saga and the song Night call by Kavinsky. I cannot find it within me to obsess over something normally without pouring my all into it. So in result of my current obsession this fan fic was born. If you’re anything like me i loveeee a good plot and story line with a sprinkle of freakyness #needdat and dont get me started on a good slow burn !! I hope this fic finds you well !! p.s. this is my first time writing one so please be kind and bear with me also idk how to use tumblr #sos

What to expect !!

slow burn angst

childhood friends to lovers

betrayal, longing, & healing

supernatural mystery

emotional/physical tension

fluff/smut

𒋝 CHAPTERS 𒋝

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1. My life in a box.

2. Where the silence begins.

3. Miles between us.

4. A Storm Is Coming.

5. Almost Normal.

6. Where It Hurt To Wonder.

7. Beginning Of The End.

8. The Yellow Porsche. 

9. Loading…

10. Loading…

had the idea to draw fanart of my twilight ocs + the volturi based on how i imagine they look like:) this is part 1 i will make another batch with the others!!

fork's high left winger abigail brooks: the bruiser, the dreamer, and the quiet storm

born: october 20th, 1989

species: human(?)

year: sophomore at forks highschool

love interest: jacob black

faceclaim: sophie thatcher

sweet thing, i watch you

— with smudged eyeliner like war paint and boots two sizes too big—stolen from her dad’s closet years ago—abigail brooks is forks high’s paradox: the girl who looks like she might punch you in the face but is somehow the first one to pick someone up off the field. her bleach-blonde hair is choppy and uneven from late-night bathroom mirror sessions with dull scissors. she always looks a little wild, a little feral, like she might vanish into the woods and never come back.

— abigail doesn’t say much unless she has something to say—and when she does, it’s sharp, dry, and usually funny if you get her. most people don’t. but she’s not cruel, just cautious. she’s been burned before and doesn’t hand out trust easily. beneath that "mean mug" is someone fiercely loyal, fiercely protective, and deeply observant. the kind of girl who remembers the way your voice cracked when you said your mom was sick. the kind of girl who’ll leave a flower on your locker with no note and pretend it wasn’t her.

— she plays left wing on the forks high soccer team—fast, strategic, aggressive. art is her real love, though. sketchbooks crammed with charcoal dreams, tangled symbols, faces she’s never seen but somehow knows. lately, her dreams have turned vivid and strange. things that happen later—days, sometimes weeks after she draws them. a wolf in the road. a storm that never came. a boy with fire in his chest and shadows in his wake.

burn so fast it scares me

— abigail and jacob were those kinds of childhood friends—the kind who grew up sharing backyard bonfires, tire swings, and half-eaten popsicles. her dad and billy black were close, bonded by old stories, fishing trips, and a quiet understanding that came from living in a place like forks too long. the brooks family wasn’t quileute, but they were close enough to be folded into the edges of la push life.

— jacob and abigail used to build forts out of driftwood and carve initials into trees like it meant something. he called her "abs" back then, before the bleach and the boots and the walls she built around herself.

— they drifted apart in middle school—she got quiet, he got taller. life started to change, as it does. but there’s a weird ache between them now, something deeper than memory. like they’ve both been walking in circles for years, about to meet again in the center of something bigger.

hii guys!! meet my cringey twilight oc...she's been lingering in my mind since i read the books like 2 years ago and finished them last year!! i wanted to make jacob an age appropriate love interest who actually treated him right...she's based off book lore more than movie lore hence her birthdate!! idk if anyone even likes twilight or ocs for it but it's one of my favorite guilty pleasure series and i've worked hard on developing abigail for a while now so i hope you guys like her 🫶🏻

tags : @dippindotties @logansdogmotif (lemme know if you wanted added!!)

PAIRING: Jacob Black x (OFC) Rowan Swan

Angst | Smut | Alpha Jacob | Sisterhood | Canon Remix | Friends to Lovers

SUMMARY: Rowan Swan has always belonged to two worlds and neither. The sleepy town of Forks, where she was the outsider, and the Quileute reservation, where old blood and older secrets run deeper than the ocean.

She thought she understood her place — invisible, unnoticed, safe. But Bella’s return shatters more than just their broken sisterhood.

It cracks something open inside Rowan too — something wild, something ancient.

And once it stirs, it won’t be silenced.

WORD COUNT: 100k+ (on going)

RATING: Explicit

A/N: Ask box is always open — I love hearing your thoughts, questions, or unhinged theories!