CINNABUN CRUSHES (part One)

CINNABUN CRUSHES (part one)

Jinx x fem! kirraman! reader

Not a lot of jinx in this chapter I'm sorry.

Reader, like always, is written to be any size or skin color.

Smart! Reader

Basically just 'gaypanic!; the sequel' just with a reader in heavy denial.

Aand if it wasn't obvious already, this is an au, semi same universe, just if it had been a lot nicer to the characters. (Mainly jinx)

Basically all of the main parts of arcane happened but like vi and jinx came to like an understanding and all of the misconceptions were cleared up. So vi spends a lot of her time with jinx, because of course she would, and spends her time secretly with cait as well. Jinx never nuked the council.

Jinx still hates Caitlyn tho, because I find that kinda funny. But (name) doesn't envolve herself in enforcer business, to busy being future head of the kirraman clan and she has never met vi or jinx. (But has listened to cait rant about them both) Caitlyn hasn't told (name) about her full relationship with vi tho, so (name) just speculates on there being one.

Silco's not dead, just heavily injured and getting treated.

(The sequel to camomile dreams if that wasn't obvious)

I own nothing! Sueing me would be a hate crime.

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(Name) indeed did wake up the next morning in her plush bed, the soft fire's crackling being the sounds she wakes up to. Was it all a dream?

The young woman pulls herself out of her bed, throwing her legs over it's side nd drawing back the curtain. She had woken up in the same night gown she dreamed of, how strange. Normally, her dream clothes are the strangest and most gorgeous shade of blue.

The (haircolor)ette slides off her unusually high bed, legs buckling a little when she falls, feet slipping slightly on the hardwood floor. Damn slippers.

With her most recent dream still in her mind, the girl slowly makes her way into her grand connected bathroom. Undoing the buttons on her nightgown the further she strayed away from the soft bed.

Once in there she closes the door quickly, getting dressed without the maids or service that her mother provided. How could she have dreamed up such a 'unique' person?

Well then was she real? She attempts to recall every bit of the 'dream'. Manicured hands gripping the marble counter top as she bent over it, shaking her head in denial right after. No, she must couldn't have been.

(Name) in the dream had been a stuttering idiot. (Name) in real life, wasn't. Everything else might've been true or realistic in the dream but (name) herself, had been winning awards for being a child prodigy since she was young. Eloquent words and confident smiles had been her trademark since, well forever!

No way she would ever fumble over her words just because some pretty underground girl decided to perch on her balcony for a bit.

The young woman convinces herself of the dreams existence rather quickly after that, now dressed, the woman exits her bathroom to start her day.

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What is it about that girl and why couldn't (name) get her out of her head. The woman groans, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. Her irritation growing the fuzzier her head got while she thought of her mysterious 'dream' girl. (Name) pouts a little when she realized how that last bit sounded.

All of it had been stuck in her head since she had awoken, her angry yet soft and raspy voice, sounding a little worn out and breathy as if she'd been running for miles.

(Name) remembered how suffocating the air around her was. As if the girl had lived to intimidate and tease others. (Name) remembered how shiny and blue her long lightly decorated hair had been, how she had to manually blow her large bang away from her eyes at times. Don't even get name started on her eyes, enflamed fuschia irises that looked as if she had both held all the knowledge in the world and none at all. She was so...so, so not real! She didn't even exist!

The woman shakes her head, hand returning to the book, tightening around the bound cover. She doesn't exist! She reminds herself, shaking her head again. She was created in (name)'s stupidly smart mind. A manifestation of whatever (name) feels like she's missing in life right now.

And from the way she bumbled in her dream, (name) would guess a romantic partner. Her (colored) eyes roll at the thought. She had never been in a relationship surprisingly, way too focused on improving the kirraman name further to even come close to dating anyone.

Sure, she felt crushes like everyone else and found herself fantasizing some days about having a partner and kids but that felt more like an unattainable spinoff dream than an actual future. Said crushes had never had her so tongue tied or had such a hold over her though, never. Maybe she feels like she's behind on that front and created the balcony girl to 'catch up' in a way?

Or she could be wrong and the girl could've been her want for adventure or something, she was pretty mysterious. Though the romance one is what the kirraman girl is betting on; adventure brought risks and risks could result in failure. Something (name) absolutely hated.

The woman drifts her eyes back down to the wrangler book in her hand, immediately relaxing her grip and attempting to read the words.

"I didn't know pilties came out after dark." A raspy yet sugary sweet voice, right behind her, (name) could almost feel the soft lips brush against her ears outer shell. If the (haircolored) girl tried hard enough, she could practically feel the imaginary girls delicate yet rough and quick hands drift down her shoulder, pink and blue nails raking against her arm. Her face heats up at the illusion of such touch, lips parting as a faint gasp left them. (Name) could practically feel the warmth that bubbled up in her chest.

The hands drift lower, slinking around her back and intertwining at her front. Just under her chest. (Name) lurched forward in her seat, only moving but so far before she is yanked back into compliance. Wayward spindly fingers tracing small hearts into her rapidly moving chest, soft with lunderlying predatory intentions. How could she-

She's not real!

At the revelation, the youngest kirraman snapped open her eyes, swiveling her head around to greet, nothing. The hands are gone, replaced by the cushions on the love seat. Not even the drawn curtains had been out of place, no sign of anyone other than her in the library at all. It had felt so real...

The young woman jumps out of her seat, still holding the leather bound book in both of her hands. Surveying the expanse of the room, holding the slightly heavy book out as if in a means to protect her.

But it felt so real

A sense of hopelessness washes over her, was she going crazy? The (short/tall) girl lowers her book, eyes falling downcast standing in the middle of the open and vacant library. She's not here.

I-I must've just accidentally fallen asleep and dreamt her again. (Name) nods at the reasoning, deciding to chalk it up to just a weird nap to preserve her mental state. It's okay, you've fallen asleep in weirder spots.

"(Name)?" (Name) practically jumps out of her skin. Physically feeling her soul leave her body for a few seconds. Oh, it's just Cait.

Caitlyn. Oh that's right they were supposed to go to that new bakery place today. "Coming." (Name) gives her older sister a nod, gently closing the already wrinkled book, not like she needed a placeholder. She barley got through the first page placing the book back in its rightful place on the bookshelf and following her sister out of the family library.

The younger girl reaching out to hold the orders hand. Squeezing a little as to ground herself back into the present. Cait thinks nothing of it, pulling her sister closer to her and swinging their arms as they walk side by side down the hallway.

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(Name) shuffles in the slightly uncomfortable seat. Fiddling with her vanilla milkshakes teaspoon, swirling it through the teacup and further ruining the once perfect whipped cream. Who puts milkshakes in teacups?

Caitlyn sits across from her, drinking a bit of her strawberry milkshake -ew gross!-, a small blush slowly overtaking her face. The (hair colored) girl smirked at her older sister's bashfulness.

Their waiter had been flirting quite blatantly with Caitlyn ever since they entered the damn sweet shop. It was a common occurrence in piltover, so (name) wasn't too surprised.

The kirraman name was pretty well known around piltover. With Cassandra being a council woman and the matriarch of the kirraman clan, Caitlyn being a very skilled marksman and (name) being a child prodigy and Cassandra's successor, it was hard to not know the kirraman name. So, it was only natural for people to come knocking on their door, begging for a chance from one (or sometimes both) of the girls. (Cassandra would shortly after practically chase them off their property from her biting words alone.)

(Name) while flustered at first has gotten used to it over the years. So much so that it doesn't even phase her anymore when some poor soul would even try their luck with the youngest kirraman. Usually Caitlyn is oblivious enough when it comes to romance that their provocative words usually just fly over her head. The bluenette focused on more enforcer-ish? Things. (Name) still can't really tell you what it is enforcers do besides accompany her places sometimes. That was more of cait's domain if she were honest.

But today was already a strange day for her and the young woman needed a distraction. So, telling Caitlyn about the semi-attractive waiter flirting with her seemed like a perfect opportunity.

(Name) bites back a smug smirk, innocently brushing her pointer finger around the rim of her milkshake. "C'mon, you're that dense caity?" The younger of the two questions.

Caitlyn clears her throat, her ears tipped red. "Shut up (name)." The older grumbles under her breath, hiding behind the curtain of her straight blue locks. All of a sudden focused on her cremé puff.

"Oh yeah," Name rolls her eyes, lifting the teacup to her lips and looking off to her side, put the window. "You like that Vi girl." At Caitlyn's embarrassed silence she decides take it one step further.

(Name) allows herself to visibly roll her eyes, licking off the excess whipped cream she'd acquired on her finger. "What? Not interested?" The girl teases, eyebrow raised in mock concern.

"You know I'm not." Caitlyn hisses, leaning over the table so nobody around them could hear her. She lifts her hand to her face quickly after.

"Yeah you are." (Name) interrupts.

Caitlyn immediately takes offense, blush rising on her cheeks while she shook her head profusely. To no avail of course. "No! Well- but i-"

(Name) shakes her head, teasing smile still on her face, hiding it behind her cup and the copious amount of whipped cream. "Don't lie caity-cat." I've forgotten how much fun teasing Caitlyn is.

"I'm not lyin-"

(Name) snorts, "Liar." The older girl sends her sister a glare, wishing she could just get sucked up into a black hole already. "Lower you voice!" Caitlyn insists.

(Name) waves her hand in a whatever motion, shrugging her shoulders a little bit to further her point. She'd never admit it aloud, but she has missed having such moments with her older sister.

The sisters, while still living under the same roof, hadn't been able to really talk in a whole year. The both of them, far too busy working on their lives and careers to sit down and converse for longer than three minutes. Caitlyn, busy working towards her desired position as an enforcer, and (name) with her responsibilities as heir to the kirraman clan.

They used to be so close, despite their decently sized age gap, and stubborn, antisocial personalities, they were each other's best friends. Not talking in so long hurt the both of them.

It's actually part of the reason they were in the coffee shop. Caitlyn, coming home all roughed up with a growing bruise that matched her hair in color knocked on (name)'s door in the middle of the night. Almost crying in relief when she saw her younger sisters tired and annoyed face when she opened the door.

After spending her afternoon (night? Caitlyn couldn't tell) with the dysfunctional sisters, (who'd thankfully come to a non lethal and desired conclusion) the oldest kirraman daughter realized that she took her own younger sister for granted a few times herself. Suddenly aware of how long it has been since they last talked. Hm, maybe that tea party from hell actually had some benefits.

After that, it seemed like their gradual distance, just faded away. They stayed in (name)'s room all night, the two of them giggling like schoolgirls into the wee hours of the morning. And agreed to talk to each other at least once a day, never wanting their relationship to get that strained again.

"I- (name)!" Caitlyn's blush grows even darker when (name) makes kissy faces, wanting nothing more than to simply throttle her younger sister.

"Oh Vee! Your lips taste heavenly-" (name)'s voice raised several octaves, sounding akin to that of a squeaky british chew toy.

"We've never- I- my voice does not sound like that! And it's Vi!" Caitlyn obviously took offense to the blatant caricature. Her sulking interrupted by the younger girl once more.

"Feast your eye's upon my bulging yet stiff muscles my darling cupcake!" (Name) could barley get the sentence out, having to put her tea cup down as a small laughing fit overcame her. The absurdity of her words pared with the embarrassed yet pissed look on her sisters face growing too much for her.

She laughed so hard that her ribs hurt, having to shakily put one hand over her chest while the other covered her mouth. Almost choking multiple times while she attempted to calm herself down. Aware of the sudden eyes that were now on the both of them. Moms gonna have a fit.

Caitlyn's face did the impossible, growing an even darker red in color as she tried to silence the girl across from her.

Soon enough, after a couple minutes more, (name) calmed down, and caitlyn's red face turned back to normal. The semi- peaceful atmosphere returned, though the (haircolored) girl had to reorder for a drink to soothe her now irritated throat.

"Serves you right." Caitlyn pouted, still not really over the teasing.

"You knew it would come eventually." (Name) snarked right back at her. Taking a sip of the ginger tea given to her, the hot beverage helping her raspy throat.

Caitlyn shrugged, giving a single nod at the statement. She definitely did.

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Name lays face up in her bed, head resting on the multiple fluffy pillows, hand conjoined just under her chest. Her (eyecolored) eyes staring up at her painted ceiling in wonder.

She can't sleep.

The (haircolor) turns over on her side with a huff. Tucking her arm under the pillow. She doesn't want to go out onto her balcony either this time, still not over the dream girl from last time. Plus, she already finished her book and now has to wait til the next day to get another, so she'd be bored out there anyway.

After their 'sister bonding time' Caitlyn had dropped (name) off at home. Apparently, she had a date with vi so Caitlyn had left (name) to her own devices for the next couple of hours.

(Caitlyn didn't know that 'name' knew, still attempting keeping their budding relationship under wraps. She's not very good at it though.)

(Name) hadn't minded of course, happy that her older sister was happy, so she just made sure to keep their mom busy. Distracting Cassandra with long winded questions that the (hair colored) girl already knew the answer to to further stall time.

After Caitlyn returned of course, (name) had taken a shower, and practically ran to bed. Using the excuse of her being 'suddenly tired', in reality she just didn't want to be in her mothers vicinity encase Caitlyn blew it.

(Name) gives a small huff, rolling her eyes and turns onto her other side.

Just outside her canopy, her balcony door rattles. The noise itself driving the girl on the bed out of her thoughts, a soft, unheard gasp leaving her.

(Name) sits up quickly in her bed, clutching the comforter closer to her chest, small twinges of fear growing the longer the seconds drew on. Part of her wants to dive under the covers and hide there until morning. But that's childish, there's no such thing as monsters. Still, the (haircolor-ette) draws her body closer in on itself, attempting to make herself smaller while she listened on.

Silence.

A prolonged silence.

She was being stupid. There's no such thing as a monster.

It was most likely the wind. (Name) takes a small breath, acknowledging the puerile situation. But then again, the wind can't knock against doors.

Sleep. The startled heir tells herself, your just tired.

And so, she tugs the covers impossibly further towards her body. Laying her weary head against a soft pillow and closes her eyes, forces her mind to rest as she tires herself out.

Just outside her balcony, large blue braids whip around the corner. Leaving a small, delicately crafted gift near the door, for its new owner to find in the morning.

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WHERE LOVE GROWS II

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warnings!

blood

reincarnation (?)

twilight shenanigans

i use [reader]

Red means translation.

Fem! Presenting reader.

neither [reader] nor jane are the same personality wise as they were in the last oneshot

prostitution

[Reader/Emerald] is written to be any color, shape or size to fit your body type.

referenced sexual activities

slight smut

referenced past murder

both girls are of age! (17/18).

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"PAIN."

The word leaves glossed red lips faster than one could beg for reprieve. Echoing off of the closed in cobblestone walls and leading the other present vampire into a uncontrollable frenzy. Darkened scarlet eyes watching with a small smirk painted across her lips as the new born vampire inaudibly screams for mercy. Clutching his no doubt pounding head as he falls to his knees, ending up in the fetal position while the volturi member rolls her wine coloured eyes above him.

"Please! Please! I would never-"

The blonde had heard enough. Turning on her darkly coloured pumps out into the street. Passing the soundless but deadly felix without giving him much of a second glance and away from the scene. Even in her silence, the message was clear; The volturi don't give second chances.

The man's final scream rings out piercingly into the other wise silent night gaining only a wince from the girl when they're cut off brutally with the grotesque sounds of porcelain breaking. Though to the mortal, untrained ear nothing would've been heard. That's what centuries of honed in accelerated hearing gives you.

Jane volturi takes an unessential deep breath, letting her shortened golden hair loose from its tied constraints and shaking it out. Placing the generic rubber band on her alabaster wrist. Walking almost angrily away from the crime scene that she helped create.

On the walk out the blondes crimson red eyes fall on a woman around her visible age. Dressed in a dark green oversized fluff coat of some sort, Jean shorts and dark green heels. Tucked into the streets corner, a small lighter being the only thing to illuminate her wearied looking face. [reader].

Jane's face softens the smallest bit, a stutter apparent in her step as her eyes connect with the mystery girl's. Dark red meeting [eye coloured]. The [reader] look alike quirks one eyebrow up, long skinny cigarette hanging limply from her sensually glossed ruby lips.

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"Jane– alec's gonna–" [reader]'s voice breaks off into a moan, the flustered girl underneath her gripping onto the blondes bicep for reprieve. Finding none of course.

The fair skinned girl's hand slipping under her girlfriends long skirts, her palm dancing across the supple skin of her upper thigh. Her mouth trailing open mouthed kisses up and onto her ear. "What about him?" Smirking when she feels [reader] shiver under her.

"He'll be– he'll be here soon." The [haircoloured] teen stutters out, her bust straining against her stays with every breath. The thought of unlacing the offending fabric to allow her to see the act unfiltered does flash through Jane's mind and she grins.

"No he won't." Her tanish pink fingers reaching downwards to teasingly pull at the stays lacing, eventually tugging the other girls top off. "You think I didn't take care of him already?"

[Reader]'s eyes widen, her [skin coloured] hand raising to pull Jane's head down. The blonde only laughing when their lips connect. "Jane you tease." She whines.

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The two-hundred and ninety three year old vampire swallows heavily. Once again stepping away from the seductive hallucination. Her head turning back to her path in astonishment walking quicker now after running into her 'old flame'. The sound of her hurried pace, clicking across the cobblestone.

Not stopping even when an almost inaudible scoff is heard. Eventually leaving the terribly lit street and finding her brother holding his trusty golden pocket watch to his face.

It's not real. She's just an illusion. [Reader] [last name] was killed in France, 1694. Don't fall for this again.

Jane closed her eyes and took in several shallow breaths. Alabaster hand coming up to massage her temples as she attempted to forcefully removed any thoughts of [reader] out of her mind. I'm just tired, that's all.

But you don't sleep-

"What happened to you?" Alec's voice is is heard faintly. Jane taking the distraction and snapping her eyes open to look at her concerned brother.

The blonde clears her throat and shakes her head. Ridding herself of lingering [reader] thoughts. "Nothing, I think I'm just thirsty." The guards woman touching her throat and swallowing for effect.

If Alec doubted her claims he didn't say it verbally at least. To which Jane is thankful for, instead just nodding along with her and taking his 'older' sister by the hand. Gratefully leading her farther and farther away from the [reader] illusion.

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Jane sees her again the following month. Same clothes different color, same cigarette wrapped around those provocative ruby red lips. Only difference being the location.

Jane's never seen the same illusion twice before. And definitely not a full bodied one. She can't be an descendant, her bloodline ended back then.

The streetwalker eventually notices the blondes gaze, giving her a less flirtatious raise of the eyebrow and tilt of her head. And looking at her in more detail this time, her similarities with [reader] stopped after looks.

Where [reader]'s mannerisms were bubbly, playful and pure. This corner girl's is foxlike, teasing, and had a weird air of mature that rivaled Jane's own. She reminded Jane of of a sly kitten, laying lazily on a plush bed, knocking glasses over and flashing large doe eyes when caught.

Jane hmms at the thought, turning her head to her front no longer staring corner girl and walks slowly away from her. Wrestling with the miniscule part of her that wants to run towards her. It's not her. She's long dead.

"Ehi! Ragazza bionda!" Hey blonde girl.

The sound of her past lovers voice had Jane stopping mid-step. The two hundred year old vampire internally chastising herself for even giving the girl a moment of her time. How dare she call me like a dog I'll-

[Reader]'s look a like practically floats into her view. The [haircoloured] girl holding her cigarette between two fingers her other arm propping her up dominate hand.

"Got a light? I'm out." The girl questions, she holds her hand out in Jane's direction, mischief twinkling in her hypnotic [coloured] eyes. Jane looks down to the humans hand, her eyes landing specifically on her wrist- bruised and paler than one would expect. The delicate blue veins underneath very discernable.

A small tick of worry for the random stranger in front of her shoots through the blondes undead heart. The vampire shakes her head, hands dumbly patting down her figure. The pretty girl in front of her scoffs, placing the already lipstick indented ciggy into her mouth once again. "Lo so," She pulls a dark red lighter from the large expanse of her coat, flicking it on and holding it to the cig, to Jane's surprise. "You just seemed hellbent on not making the first move." I know.

The [haircoloured] girl winks, Jane really looking into her eyes for the first time, the visible haze that fogged over them a little worrying.

"Making the first move?" The volturi gaurd questions, tilting her head slightly with an eyebrow tilt.

"The staring blondie. You like me." The prostitute inhales and takes the cig away from her mouth. Exhaling out and blowing the foggy air away from them both.

"I don't know where you got that from. But you've got it wrong, I just must've mistaken you for somebody I know."

Jane manoeuvres around the girl faster than a light. The girl was too high to think about janes 'super speed' anyway. She speeds away from the prostitute without much other thought. Her head a little more foggy than she would've liked, the blonde thanking her vampirism, knowing she would've been blushing if she was human.

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After that, Jane refused to go outside for an additional three weeks. (That's the longest she could avoid her duties as a volturi member before master aro would get curious.) In that time Jane holed herself up in her room, her lighter coloured curtains drawn shut at all times and door permanently locked.

During that time, all Jane did was paint. Sketched canvas after canvas out of her [reader], absentmindedly would mix and match the colours and brush them on the delicately mapped out painting. Whenever she had been frustrated with something in the past, that's what she did. She taught herself to draw a few weeks shy of readers death, worried that she'd forget her beloveds features as time ticked on.

It became a sort of hobby of her's. Her own method of grief. Whenever any of her own coven mates would piss her off, she'd find herself back in her room, furiously drawing away, only leaving after she'd have completed two portraits at the minimum. During these times she'd talk to herself. Acting as if [reader] was still alive and in the very room, moving the conversation along from talking about her day to on the verge of tears begging her for some divine guidance on what she should do.

It looked like today's discussion with her 'ghost' was the later.

The close proximity of the [reader] look alike must've really done a number on her. The blonde taking heavy false needed breaths, her chest straining against her cotton black dress from her sheer vampiric strength.

The street girl had features that even Jane had forgotten with time. She can't just be a hallucination sent to torment the vampire, could she? Her accelerated brain just finally snapping and giving up and going fully senile after centuries of headache inducing work.

Jane had been the only one to see her.Jane absentmindedly twirls her brush in the acrylics. They've never touched, (though Jane was sure she'd combust on the spot if she did.) And her attention was oddly fixated only on Jane despite them having never met.

But on the other hand, she interacted very realistically with her surroundings. And as Jane stated earlier shares even the features that jane had forgotten [reader] had. The paintbrush smidges the colors around further. More importantly, why would Jane imagine her beloved as a prostitute?

The blonde finds herself sinking deeper into the rabbit hole of her mind. Pressing the wooden paintbrush harder against the already beautiful portrait and —snap!

The noise startles her out of her thoughts. Crimson eyes falling to her clenched fist that held the splintered remains of her favorite paintbrush.

In her moment of clarity, Jane looks down to her painting, a small frown of confusion crossing her face when the seductive eyes of the prostitute stare almost teasingly back at her. Jane looks away and draws a breath, she's drawing her now?

The human is wearing scantily put together jade green lingerie set, the only colour the vampire has ever seen her in this far. Her usual ruby red lipstick is smudged messily around her lips. [Hair coloured] hair mussed around and a tired smile is on her lips. Red scratches and dark marks litter the expanse of her chest, the [reader] look alike lounged lazily onto a silk canopy. Jane's eyes widen when she recognizes the very setting the painting was in. Her bedroom.

The golden sunlight streams in just so, hitting and illuminating the [skin coloured] skin of the mystery woman's collar and chest beautifully. Jane swears she tears up a little when she notices the woman's hand. Stretched outward towards an invisible person. The blonde letting out a shaky sigh not even noticing her own hand reaching upwards and rubbing over the harsh parchment. Resting her weary head against the portrait as if she could almost feel the love radiating from it.

It's been too long. My love.

In that moment, right in her covens eyes or not, Jane promised herself that she'd see the human woman again. Caring no longer that she's not technically [reader].

Jane opens her eternally red eyes. Looking up directly into her loves beautiful [coloured] eyes.

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Jane goes out again to see her that night. Activating 'pain' and her stony glares to her fellow guards when they questioned her behaviors. The only exception being her twin brother who she'd only given a half truth and excuse.

The blonde now wandering the streets quietly, listening out for her 'loves?' distinctive heartbeat. The 'teen' keeps her steps light, avoiding any extra noise that might attract unwanted watchers as she prowls around the walk ways.

Soon enough the distinct thump, thump, thump of her telltale heart has Jane walking softer in it's direction. Eventually catching the girl as she propped up against the cobblestone wall. Under the street lamp, wearing some large trench coat— it is getting colder. Though the coat was slightly opened, revealing the dark green Lacey bra underneath. She pauses mid puff.

"No use hiding doll I always know when you're there." The prostitute speaks aloud. Looking around the alleyway before her eyes connect with Jane's.

The vampires mind goes blank. She hadn't counted the woman seeing her! She was just supposed to get here, watch her for a bit, and vanish back into volturi castle yo paint her while she's fresh in her mind. She hadn't thought this far ahead.

"How?" Jane takes a step out of her comfortable dark shroud, into the streets filtered light crimson eyes trained on the girl in front of her.

"Your eyes, the air gets heavier when they're on me." The [haircolored] girl gives a tiny smirk. Flicking the cigarette butt onto the floor and grinding her green heels down into the asphalt.

Jane clears her throat drawing those —gorgeous [deep/light coloured] eyes back to her dangerous figure.

"I have a proposition for you."

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dustbummy

9 months ago

Writer: *Accidentally mentions that they write*

Family: “Oh show us something you’ve written!”

Writer:

alternatively to my last post 😂

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dustbummy

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I can take them all

( not in a fight )

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dustbummy

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the pink streak of light. jinx escaped

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dustbummy

1 year ago

Esp with Wednesday

Men writing Jenna Ortega characters is so funny because they write them like:

R: *does something cool*

Jenna's character: kiss me

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dustbummy

1 year ago

Did Caitlyn ever realize Grayson was murdered by Silco? This could be a bonding moment between her and Vi, both lost adult figures in their lives to Silco. Caitlyn sharing more about her relationship with Grayson and her philosophy of "i use this gun to protect people" could change Vi's outlook on enforcers. Vi remembering Grayson's deal with Vander could lead her to think "if Vander could work with enforcers, I can too".

Hopefully season 2 builds more on this.

Did Vi realise that her parents were murdered by the Kiramman on the Council at the time? Did she learn the lab she attacked was a Kiramman lab? Does she know that Cait's mom was there, pushing for a bigger crackdown that resulted in Vander, Claggor, and Mylo's death, and ultimately her imprisonment in Stillwater without trial (which the Council gave no shit about)?

Would sharing a death in that one moment... Matter?

Silco killed Cait's mentor, and Cait's mom killed Cait's entire family, twice over. Yeesh.

This isn't the sort of bonding I'd like to see, because then I'd be yelling at my screen about all the other deaths being addressed too.

Vi says once that Enforcers killed her parents, and that's because she's upset at Enforcer Cait being callous. But the fact she went and laid into the bed of Councilor's Daughter Cait instead of also connecting enforcers to their bosses is one of the reasons I feel like the show did Vi dirty for Caitvi's sake.

I want to see mad dog Vi. I want Vi to align with enforcers because she's alienated all of Zaun. She sees them as Silco lovers, people who forgot her and moved on and allied themselves with Vander's killer. She could see them as weak and needing her protection, and they don't seem to WANT her, then she'll give it against their will if she must, working with the other people who police Zaun against its will.

I want Zaun to hate Vi for being Jinx's sister and having made everything worse with her return. I want Zaun to hate her for running around with a Councillor and nattering to the Council and being a rat and a snitch.

Because there's no other way now that I can see, since we can't change season 1. Vi's done what she's done. I'd rather see the more twisted Vi I wanted for season 1 in season 2 than never.

I'd hate for Vi to become a cop because she bonds over death with her cop girlfriend. It'd be her not engaging critically with anything that happened in her life. Who makes such woeful decisions on emotions alone?

Well, Vi, apparently. So it'd probably be in character. But I hope not. Or I hope it's treated as dark and complex, and not an uwu girlies bonding moment.

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dustbummy

3 months ago

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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dustbummy

2 weeks ago

My husband has become a prisoner of the Israeli occupation😭😭