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That Zombie one was so good! I keep going back to read it (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ well done! If it's not too much to ask,, could you possibly write a part 2,,even if Halloween has passed ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Hi! I promised another person that I would give another part to a different fic I'm working on, and I really don't know what else I could add to the zombie fic but- sure it just might take a while because writers block can be a bitch

I might write another jinx Halloween fic, just corpse bride edition because I love the movie

zombie girlfriend

Jinx x undead! fem! reader

Just a brief peak into the lives of jinx and reader in a zombie apocalypse in an alternate universe.

Happy Halloween

Warnings; blood, death, gore, necrophilia, noncon (technically since reader is dead/not all that present in the head) no seriously this gets kinda fucked up.

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Pink and blue nails take against the smooth cool surface. Tapping a small, echoing rhythm into the stained glass, almost immediately gaining a loud ghoulish moan in return.

Jinx smiles, tilting her head a little as a slightly decayed hand darts out and slams against the glass on it's other side. Right where her hand once was.

"Mmm, look at you," She rasps, looking into barley visible glossy (colored) eyes the faint overhead light barley reflecting on hazy pupils and giving her a much more ghost-like appearance.

The bluenette bounces on the balls of her feet, energy doubling at the thought of finally touching her girl after so many days apart. Watching from a distance isn't as fun.

A animalistic snarl interrupts her thoughts and jinx snaps her head back to the lovely sight in front of her. "You're beautiful." She reassures with a swift nod, magenta pink eyes rooming over the dead girls figure.

Foamy black bile drips from (name)'s still curled lips, slipping onto the already covered floor and staining her clothes even further. Her hair so knotted and greasy that it was hard to imagine it once was ever clean and healthy.

Slightly blackened fingers clench and unclench over the darkened glass while she hungrily thumbed where jinx's body should have been. Silver collar attached to the bloody wall behind her shines under the pale light.

Brutal bite marks cover her greyish body, once a carmine red turned a bruised purple, they look painful. A sliver of hopelessness slips over jinx, painfully in the heart. My poor baby.

Her pale gloved hand returns to the glass, wishing she could be touching (name) instead, raking her nails through the (curly, coily, straight) hair and touching the once smooth (colored) skin.

Jinx huffs in anger. Her head falling and resting on the now warm glass white she watches (name)'s blank expression though azure lashes.

She loved you. She loved you and you couldn't even protect her.

"I'm sorry." She whispers to no one. A clink of chains is her only answer.

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(Name)'s back is to her. Body curled up into a up right fetal position as she feasts on the brutalized corpse beneath her.

Jinx sits behind her, watching in amazement as her girlfriend demolishes the once intact man. She looks beautiful.

(Name) rips apart of the muscle from his bone with her teeth. Blunt molares gnashing against each other roughly at every chew, scarlet blood leaking from her bruised lips. The disturbing sound of human-ish growls leaving her at every swallow.

Well she always is beautiful.

Jinx reaches out almost in a trance, long fingers stretching out and caressing the back of her head. (Name) stiffens at first, not expecting the touch and jinx frowns and rubs her again, a lot rougher this time.

After the third touch (name) goes back to normal. Well, as normal as she, a zombie, can be. Returning to her game of seeing how much meat she can seperate from bone.

Jinx rakes her fingers through matted hair, making a small note to grab a comb next time she goes on a run. Her long nails sometimes getting stuck on the stray knots, wincing even when it becomes a common occurrence.

Eventually, (name) is done eating and limply rests against jinx's body behind her, the heat from such a revealed, living body warming up her backside. Jinx stays glued to the zombie, even when a shiver runs through her.

Light groans leave her girls bloody mouth as jinx's boney hands run all along her torso. Slipping under the zombies shirt and feeling up from her lower stomach to her unmoving chest.

She's calm. Surprisingly, letting it happen even though the times before, she'd never allow jinx to even lift up her dirty shirt to clean her before she'd lash out. Jinx isn't complaining though, taking the time to re-learn her lovers newly altered body, taking her time happily. I wonder if she'd-

Jinx decides to push her luck, caressing the edges of the bites underneath her shirt. She's usually very sensitive to her past fatal wounds. (Name) still doesn't move, her head dropping lazily to watch jinx's pale fingers. Jinx smiles.

The bluenettes other hand reaching upwards until she's cupping a soft, squishy mound in her hand through the cushiony black basic bra.

The zombie in her lap unnaturally dormant while the curious human behind her ran her hands over whatever she dared to touch.

A small groan leaves the (hair colored) zombie when the girl behind her grows bolder and sticks one painted long fingernail into the large teeth marks of whatever savages (name) had been attacked by.

Jinx's eyes darken slightly. She wasn't even supposed to be there. I was supposed to-

Another ghoulish groan snaps her put of her thoughts once again. Magenta pink eyes snap up and stare into milky (eyecolored) ones. The foamy haze startling the bluenette momentarily before she relaxes.

"Hi." The human takes a quick breath, feeling uncomfortable with the pressure in the room she grins; grabbing hold of (name)'s cheeks and pulls them up into a forced grin. "Look at that! An' almost natural smile!" The bluenette giggles, pulling the zombie back into her once more. Arms linking around her girlfriend's back.

Holding onto a dead girl? How far you've fallen.

This voice sounds uncomfortably like her adoptive father, a frown falling on her lips at imaginary silco's mocking tone. "Shut up." The bluenette lashes out, a small growl present in her already raspy voice.

"She's here. She's here and she won't ever leave me. Not again." Jinx snuggles into the neck of her undead (haircolored) girlfriend and gives a loud exhale into her collarbone.

When she closes her eyes, it almost felt like it used to. Before the accident, when (name) was (name) and not a monster. No! She's not a monster! She's- shes just sick, it's curable. I can fix it.

"Not the monster." Jinx rasps lightly into her lovers neck; shaking her head quickly, unsettling the once settled zombie beneath her.

(Name) notices the humans state and let's out a soft warning growl that sends jinx spiraling further. "I did this! I did it, it's my fault-i wasn't there!"

She violently rocks the zombie back and forth mind flashing back to mere weeks ago to where she'd found her girlfriends corpse lying discarded in the rain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm-"Slow bright pink tears roll down her pale cheeks and into (name)'s shoulders. Her words becoming intelligible as she rambles on even more, stumbling over her words until they become loud sobs.

You did this. You killed her, this is your faul-

"Shhhh." A low groan interrupts her self loathing from hitting any lower levels. Jinx snaps her eyes open immediately, emotions doing a complete 180.

A heavy dose of deja vu filling her at the zombies obvious word choice.

"Baby?" Blue braids go flying as jinx whips her head away from her love's neck to look her in the eye.

Magenta pink irises looking into (colored) ones. The blurry film that used to fog them up almost completely gone. Her zombie girlfriend lifts a sluggish hand up to rub her cheek.

Joyful tears gather in the corners of her eyes that she refuses to spill. Jinx launches herself onto (name)'s body once again, balling up in (name)'s lap.

"You're you! -you're here! How-" Jinx cuts herself off everytime, burrowing her body deeper into her girlfriends.

(Name)'s leaky lips make contact with jinx's neck and the bluenette wonders how she'd gotten so lucky.

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Ends abruptly because one of two things are happening.

Either jinx hallucinated and zombie! reader took a chomp out of her neck or it's a real happy ending and zombie! reader just gives her a kiss there and they become a cute apocalypse couple. Choose your ending.

Creative crushes (part three)

Jinx x fem! kirraman! reader

Gay shit.

Don't repost to another site pls

I really should put out a masterlist, but I'm still kinda new to writing on tumblr so, I'm sorry. 🙇🏾‍♀️

As always, (name) is written to be of any body type, skin color and race.

I tried to establish the two sides of (name) earlier, one (name) kirraman, the spare turned heir, child prodigy, who's lukewarm at best, not very easily impressed, and uncaring of anyone that isn't family. The other, just (name) who's a hopeless romantic, the quintessential little sister, unknowingly crushing heavily on a known criminal, and smiles easily.

I know nothing abt league of legends. And I own nothing, I'm just gay and and a jinx enthusiast. Don't fucking sue me. That's racist.

And this is kind of messily written, and she's a little tiny, I'm sorry.

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(Name) wakes the next morning feeling much more refreshed. No weird pretty girls haunting her dreams or weird monsters just outside her bedroom.

The (haircolored) girl slips out of her bed slowly, a small shiver running through her once her bare feet make contact with the cold tile.

If must've rained in the night, she muses, sparing a small glance at her thankfully still closed and bolted shut foggy balcony door. The girl shrugs on a large bed robe, the fabric blanketing her cold form. She can practically see her breath. Jeez.

Outside the glass door, a golden glint on the ground catches her attention, a twinge of curiosity running through her.

The young woman steps lightly, walking across her large bedroom to the other side and bending over ever so slightly, the gold glint is still there, and apparently stronger than before, it shimmering brightly in the sea of fog and grey mist.

She lifts her hand up to the handle, only needing to tug it once to quietly open the door. The girl stepping down onto her balcony and finding the glittering gold thing still there. (Name) delicately takes it off the ground, inspecting the object.

"A 'flower crown'? " She questions curiously. Not a normal flower crown either, the most beautiful one (name)'s ever seen. Devoid of any flower or leaf, comprised entirely of nuts, bolts and an a metal wire. Some of the nuts had been twisted to look closer to flowers, some of the bolts had in turn took the form of leaves. All of it painted a metallic gold giving off an air of wealth.

Someone had created this. Someone who's hands must've been touched by a goddess at one point in their life. It's so unique and beautifully crafted, name wonders who it would've been for. The storm had been quite huge, it could've blown up to her balcony. That's definitely what she heard last night.

Just then while still holding the crown, her eyes drop to the floor. There's a squared letter.

(Name) reaches over, picking the parchment letter up as well, hoping it's not some poor fools love confession. She sudders at the thought. Not again. She unfolds it, holding it closer to her face and squinting a little to read the note.

Instead, the letter is almost empty, ink used to scratch out any other sentences save for two,as if the poor sap had messed up too many times. Messily written, which (name) would find annoying any other time but is somehow sweet now.

I don't know how to start this, so hi

-nყxιҽ

Nyxie? Who-

(Name) flips over the letter, hoping to find an address for her to mail it too, instead finding her name. Written multiple times, in almost every writing style imaginable scrawled over the back. Oh, name thinks, guess it is for me then. Awe that's kinda cute, they heart their I's.

(Name) looks to the crown once more. The beautiful craftsmanship once again stunning her, the tiniest smile imaginable, slowly growing on her face.

Oh- someone made this, for her and seemingly desire nothing from her in return. Someone who just left it on her balcony instead of using it to get into her skirts, or her sister's or mother's. That's cool- that's so cool. Heat rises to her cheeks and ears the further she thought about the dedication someone had to put in for such a beautiful crown.

She steps into her room quickly, locking the door and letting out a semi sushed girlish scream into her newly acquired crown. This crown is now the most important accessory that she owns. She will protect this thing with her life.

The girl runs back out quickly after wards, scribbling out an acceptable reply.

The (haircolored) girl tucks the letter under her pillow. Getting dressed quickly after, flower crown still perfectly balanced on her head.

The kirraman girl walks out of her bedroom happy, running into a grouchy looking Caitlyn.

The younger girl stops at the sight of her sister, giving her a long once over, tiny teasing smile growing on her face.

"Not a word." Caitlyn scowls, holding her hand up as if she could silence (name)'s words.

"I didn't say anything?" (Name) smirks, lifting her hand to her lips as if she could conceal the smirk on her face as she further took in Caitlyn's appearance. Is that a hickey? Scandalous.

"You don't need to." Caitlyn snarks. Catching (name)'s roaming gaze and slapping her palm to her neck.

(Name)'s eyebrows practically shoot to her hairline. "Oh?" A huff of laughter leaves her.

Caitlyn quickly changes the subject,not wanting a round two of 'Let's tease Caitlyn'. "The crown's new." She acknowledges, the beautiful craftsmanship intriguing her. A small wave of familiarity washing over her... Huh. Could be nothing.

"Oh you noticed?" (Name) lifts her head impossibly higher. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She's obviously proud. Cait rolls her eyes.

"Yeah." She admits, taking another beat to admire the impressive crown. "Where'd you get it?"

"A gift." (Name)'s face lights up when she speaks, her nose scrunching a little when she does so. An authentic smile. Caitlyn is surprised to see it, it's been awhile since she'd seen (name) exhibit anything other than her three main expressions. Sardonic, calculating and reticent.

Much less, pure unabashed joy. She likes this look on her. Her sister being her warm sillier self instead of the cold kirraman heir she was known for. It's been years since the younger girl had done so. Having to regrettably grow up so fast.

Caitlyn almost wants to take a photo, she doesn't know when it will happen again. Though the bluenette decides against it quickly after, she couldn't make it to her camera in time anyway.

Because of this, Caitlyn doesn't really think to question the statement. Instead assuming (name) had found a friend who's rather skillful with their hands and had simply made her something.

Caitlyn shrugs, dropping her hand back to her side.

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The following week, after finishing her morning routine, the (haircolored) girl notices something fluttering in the wind of her balcony. A leathery paper, of some kind.

The youngest kirraman slowly walks outside towards the paper, leaning down once again and picking it up. A letter? Once again, folded into fours. She of course, unfolds it.

-ɳყxιҽ

(Name) flips over the letter, once again, finding a beautifully detailed drawing of herself staring back at her drawn in a dark colbalt blue. Whoever did this put an impressive amount of thought into it, looked as if it was an actual candid of her. It had gotten everything right on her face, from the slope of her nose, to the curve of her brow. If it hadn't been for the entire art piece being in blue she definitely would've been worried. So they have an artists touch as well.

And they've been watching her.

Nyxie.

(Name) quirks a small smile at the note, whoever this person was is swiftly climbing the ranks of a lot of the people she knew. And she hadn't even seen their faces, or talked to them.

The woman quickly rushes inside her room, running back out with only a pen and her own parchment. Quickly scribbling a small '𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.' Furthering by asking if they wanted anything of her in return, not wanting to or feeling comfortable with taking without giving. Hmm, maybe that's the business woman in her.

She leaves both the parchment and pen on her table, placing the stunning drawing on the dresser closest to her, afraid to sleep with it and smudge the lining.

Leaving her room quickly after, wanting the week to go by much quicker.

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The next week, a gift rests on the note (name) left.

The girl had been 'subtly' checking out her balcony window for any sign of her mystery person or the pleasantries they left. To no avail, sadly. But today, there's a glint of something outside her glass door.

A bronze rose this time. Gorgeous as all of the other gifts she'd received, painted a stunning metallic gold in color, laying straight across the parchment, sharp golden thorns and bronze 'leaves' still attached.

How could something have been so beautiful? How could someone have created something so beautiful? She found herself asking that question a lot more recently.

There's no letter that came attached with it this time. But (name) doesn't need one to know who it's from. Nyxie.

There's writing that (name) hadn't done just under her new gift. The girl picks up her metal flower gently, holding it to her chest subconsciously while she reads the note.

You don't have to give me anything,

your attention alone is enough

-ɳყxιҽ

(Name) is positively giddy at the response. Laughter almost bubbling from her chest. God, if Cassandra could see her then. Blood rushes to her ears at the thought, but still, the smile can't be wiped from her face. She covers her curled lips with her fingers.

Had this 'nyxie' person said anything besides 'attention', (name) definitely would've been insulted. But they just wanted her attention!

The woman picks up the pen, another wave of giddyness running though her. Nyxie touched this.

Quickly writing her answer down and running back inside her large room. '𝓐 𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓱𝓾𝓱?'.

She finds a pretty porcelain vase soon enough, setting the precious glass onto her dresser and gently placing the bronze flower in it.

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Jinx didn't know why she developed such an attachment to the kirraman girl. Why she why she stayed up past the hours of her 'normal' —albeit irregular— bedtime to work and craft small, non-lethal works for the enforcer pilties sister. Her sister of all people!

The irony of the situation isn't lost on her, she may be crazy but she isn't dumb. She's aware that she's being hypocritical. She's too stubborn to admit that to anyone besides herself.

The only reason she was on that balcony in the first place is because she thought it was her traitorous sister's precious-piltie girlfriend's. She wasn't aware miss 'cupcake' had a sister. And such a pretty one at that.

What was supposed to be just a fun night of casual hazing snowballed into what ever the fuck it is now. But she had just been so cute!

With her pretty little book and shiny (colored) eyes. Taking in all of jinx's jinxness, the zaunite only raised an eyebrow. She had expected the girl before her to scream. To run, to hide, she was used to it. Hell, she reveled in it, the fear that washed over a person when her name would be mentioned. She anticipated this girl to be the same.

But she wasn't.

Instead, she stayed. She kept her eyes on jinx's intense blu –pink– stare, and her lips seemed to tilt upwards where the the blue girls drifted down into a confused frown. Why isn't she running?

In that small, unique period of time, she felt seen. Like really seen. Borderline seen through. It scared her. It excited her. It was overwhelmingly exhilarating.

So, she watched. She watched as her (colored) eyebrows rising a little while she struggled to say something, subtly opening and closing her mouth like a fish. Jinx could almost breath a sigh of relief at that, normalcy resumed, she'll clutch her pearls and run away screaming. Jinx waits for that moment. Waits for a long time in fact. For her to recognize those long blue braids and run for the hills. She never did.

Instead, she called her pretty. Jinx snapped her head back to the girl on the ground quickly. Small blush rising to her cheeks. How long has it been since she was called pretty?

Sure, the bluenette was hit on quite regularly and propositioned for rated-r idea's. But, they never made her feel pretty though, just indifferent on a good day. This girl had such a sincere deep stare that jinx herself almost believed her. Almost.

The way the (haircolor)ette said it wasn't done before either. The kirraman having looked to her as if she hug the moon and stars. This piltover girl looked at her like the zaunite was the most beautiful person she's ever seen. Like she was absolutely stunned by her.

Affectionate words don't come easy in zaun. On a good day she might've gotten a small, 'you look nice.' From Silco but those were rare.

It was so obviously genuine that jinx for a moment, was stunned. How could someone have such an effect on her?

A bashful look crawling over the girls (skincolored) face the more jinx didn't speak. Mylo in particular started getting louder the deeper she thought about the girl. A sliver of vexation running through her the louder his annoying voice got.

Her fingertips started to trace the just-modified pow-pow on her hip. No. She takes her hand away. You can't shoot her balcony.

She'll get scared. "She's already scared. She hates you." The girl runs her tongue over her teeth subtly, frustration building.

"I didn't ask you." She mumbles, keeping her voice low aware she could actually scare the girl.

"Why were you so mindful of her? She's just a privileged piltie."

Jinx sets down the wrench. Picking up another doohickey that she might've forgotten the name of and begins to crank the delicate object in her stained, overworked hands.

The bluenette lifts the dainty little butterfly up to her admiring pink stare. It's beautiful.

"No it's not."

"Could be better." She chucks the piece over her shoulder. The loud clink! Of metal hitting metal when it touches the growing pile behind her chair. Music to her ears.

Nothing's is good enough. "I can't believe I care so much." The bluenette mumbles underneath her breath, picking up another shiny object and slamming it against her table, slipping the safety goggles back onto her face, already imagining the smile that (name) would give her work this time.

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As a lesbian, I see most others here freaking out over Vi and Caitlyn, but I'm just like..

I just want Jinx. Let me love her and hold her.

Please

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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Netflix wtf.

I want my subscription back🙃

Here me out, necromancer! Jinx and zombie! Reader.

That's it that's the post.

I did it. Sorta.

Since I have made this discovery I will also make it everyone's problem.

I don't know if anyone else has done this but like- wtf it's right THERE-

(Maybe that's why I'm so attached to them both but shhh)

Why must I go out there, meet people and build relationships in order to have a girlfriend? Why can't I just go kiss the new girl in the pantry at a party, and she stakes me bc I'm a vampire and we fall in love?

call me old fashioned, but i was born to serve luxanna crownguard. cook for her, make her breakfast, clean the house, have a hot meal ready when she gets home, and do her laundry. if she cheats, that’s on me. she caught ME slipping and i will apologize and do better 

So, where are the Victor Hargreeves x Reader HM????

CHAMOMILE DREAMS

Jinx x fem! kirraman! reader

Ofc reader is written to be of any color or body type

And I apologize if you don't like chamomile tea

And you are hinted at being taller than jinx (blink and you'll miss it type hint)

(Name) is adorable and oblivious and very gay.

I don't own shit

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(Name) rests her head against the balconies steel bars. The young woman sets down her heated mug, opening her leather book again to read the words.

The calming scent of chamomile wafts through the silent air, for once all of piltover settled in for a quiet night. (Name) knows she shouldn't be out here, if her mother or sister were around they'd both rightfully scold her. "What if the jinx was watching?!"

Right now she doesn't care. The night breeze felt nice against her skin and the moon looked beautiful from her spot by the balcony. Jinx or not nothing would ruin her alone time.

The (haircolored) girl laid her palm upwards on her crossed thigh, the other holding her book still while she read the tiny inked words.

Her bottom lip catches in her teeth, biting back a smile, legs shifting out from under her and lifting soundlessly up into the air. The young woman forcing down the fat squeal that almost rips from her throat. Not wanting to disturb any poor lurking people nor reveal her location to her mother.

But she was just so happy! The two main leads had just shared their first kiss after such a strenuous and exasperating miscommunication.

(Name) in her joy, let's out a barely heard giggle, swallowing it back down instantly and embarrassesly covering her lower face with her hand. Idiot! Mother definitely heard that.

The sudden sound of scurrying feet and scattered rocks is heard. (Name) immediately pauses on the balcony. Going completely still in fear and embarrassment as she strains her ears to listen only to the almost silent wind. The book is closed (and bookmarked thank you very much) in her lap, she closes her eyes, expecting at any moment for Cassandra kirraman's disappointed voice to fill the already tense air.

Instead, she hears a raspy teasing one. "I didn't know pilities came out after dark."

At the sound of her voice, (name) lifts her head, her (eyecolor) irises falling on the figure of a woman who narrowed hers slightly, she looks to be around (name)'s age. The woman before her isn't very tall, maybe a little shorter than average, and (name)'s on her knees, though her stance and general untouchable demeanor definitely added on some height. Her long azure hair looked carefully braided into two perfect plaits, thrown around her shoulder, strands slightly touching the ground.

A smidge of what looked like ash or cinder had been wiped into her cheek, as if she ran a dirty hand along the tough pale skin.

Upon looking at her, (name) couldn't help but feel a dash of envy, she's so pretty. Her nose, straight and buttoned uniquely patterned freckled covered the expanse of it, (a nose (name) would have KILLED for in when she was younger), lips downturned and perfectly pouty, beautifully suited for her face. Who was this woman?

(Name)'s eyes quickly rove up her figure, not able to see much due to the obscure moonlight, eyes instead shooting up to her magenta shining ones. The unnamed woman before her quirks a dark eye brow up in question, sidesteping a little and placing something that name couldn't see behind her back.

What's the-Oh- Get it together (name) she asked you a question.

(Name) shakes her head, ridding herself of any further clustering thoughts and clears her throat. "Um, h-hi?" The girl curses herself mentally for stuttering, she never stutters.

"H-hi." The blue haired girl mocks her with a shake of her head, her hand raises slowly to give her a small finger wag.

(Name) closes her fingers around the book. Holding it to her chest as she struggled to think of what to say.

"I can practically see the cogs turnin' in your brain toots don't even bother." The woman in front of her gives a small huff of a laugh, enclosing her hands around her arms in a hug as she stared down at the poor girl.

"You're really pretty." The words slip out before (name) can stop herself, forming quickly on her tongue and fumbling out of her lips faster than she could've taken them back. (Name) wants to crawl in a hole and die. The bewildered look the woman gives her alone is almost enough for her to build up the courage to jump off the balcony.

The (haircolored) girl tightens her hold on the book in her grip. Screwing her eyes shut as she waited for something, anything from the individual in front of her.

Muttering is heard in front of her, low and rapid, almost too fast for (name) 's brain to comprehend.

"Of course!-"

"No i didn't forget-"

"Shut up!"

The last one is more if a whispered shout. Her voice grew slightly louder, (name) winces hoping neither of her overprotective family members heard the sudden noise.

The bluenette notices (name)'s movement rather quickly. And seems to calm down at that, growing quiet as a tense silence filled the air.

Twenty seconds later, the girl speaks up. "Thank you." Her voice was so, different. Soft and harsh at the same time. Raspy as if she'd been holding herself back from throttling the closest person to her. Angry, she sounded forever angry. (Name) can't help but wonder why. She's obviously from the undercity, she was most likely just another poverty stricken kid that slipped through the proverbial cracks. Or literal. But it was soft. As if it broke years ago, and had been scattered ever since. Distant and almost, hollow.

(Name) opens her mouth, forcing her brain to draw any semblance of a thought together. Ask her her name, how old she is, something!

Sadly, getting choked up before she could get a word out. Embarrassment flowing over her as she shut her mouth again. The woman doesn't notice.

"Hm." The bluenette tilts her head, almost as if she had been responding to someone else's words. Keeping her flaming pink irises trained on the night gown clad (name) in front of her.

Her cheshire hues stare into names (eyecolor) and reflect a sense of, drowning? Like the mysterious girl had been beautiful siren that (name) had knowingly gotten too close to. Now sinking under the waters surface silently with only the light bubbles escaping her screaming throat. Though, they give her a sense of relief as well, a sense of calm before the literal storm. As if in her last moments she'd been comforted by the very same murderous monster, her lithe pale arms encircling around her whilst she shushed her into an eternal sleep, dragging her body further under the fuschia colored waves.

To (name)'s disappointment, the blue haired woman slowly starts to back away from the terrace. Slinking into the moonlights darkness with only the clinking of metal alerting name that she was even there.

(Name) watches her leave, silently wishing for her to come back. She's gone all to quickly, a quiet laugh being the only thing left of her soon enough.

The (hair colored) girl finds herself outstreching her arm to were the strange girl just stood. A sense of sadness filling (color)ette at the thought of never seeing her again.

Though, she doesn't let that show, instead picking up her book, furiously searching for the previous page, a soft sigh leaving her once she reaches it. This is all a dream. She thought. You'll wake in your bed the next morning finding that you've been there all along.

The surprisingly ambrosial mixture of bubblegum, gunpowder and gasoline that stayed there long after she left begged to differ.

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I don't know of I'm all that confident in this but I delivered!

This will might have a follow up, might not.

Book!Edwina / Show!Edwina

I’ve noticed that people like to point out how they prefer Book!Edwina over show!Edwina, because apparently they’re super different, which is absurdly funny given that they’re almost the same personality wise. 

The similarities:

BOOK!EDWINA: Her sister was still young and impressionable. What if she couldn’t resist one of his smiles? Or his glib tongue? Even Kate was willing to admit that Lord Bridgerton exuded considerable charm, and she didn’t even like the man! Edwina, with her less suspicious nature, would surely be overwhelmed.

SHOW!EDWINA: Kate: All you are doing, my lord, is toying with the emotions of an impressionable young lady.

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BOOK!EDWINA: “I know.” Edwina let out a little sigh. “But the truth is—and you know this even if I am not supposed to let on in public—I’m really rather bookish.”

SHOW!EDWINA: I myself am fortunate to have found a love of literature, but also of learning as well. (…) You are much too busy to read, and I am very much in need of someone to tell about my stories.

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BOOK!EDWINA: “Oh, he does. I know that we shall not have much in the way of money, but truly, I don’t need silks and jewels.” Her eyes fell on the glittering diamond on Kate’s hand. “Not that I think you do, of course!” she quickly interjected, her face growing red. “Just that—”“Just that it’s nice not to have to worry about supporting your sister and mother,” Kate finished for her in a gentle voice.

SHOW!EDWINA: Once I am married to the viscount, there will be ample funds to provide for all of us. He is as generous as he is wealthy. I am sure the viscount will provide for you and Mama too.

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BOOK!EDWINA: “I know I’m expected to make a grand and brilliant match, but I don’t have to marry someone who will ill treat me.”

SHOW!EDWINA: It seems Miss Edwina desires a love match, / I still wish that when he looks at me, I could be certain that he truly loves me.”

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BOOK!EDWINA: “You might find someone to marry as well,” Edwina pointed out. (…) “Perhaps one of your lovesick suitors will turn to me once he realizes you are unattainable,” she (Kate) teased. Edwina swatted her with a pillow. “Don’t be silly.”

SHOW!EDWINA: Kate: We have come to London to find your husband, not mine. Edwina: Yes. You are but a dear old maid.

The differences:

Book!Edwina says that she’d like to marry a scholar and show!Edwina doesn’t specify much besides the “charming, handsome, prince” thing. 

Book!Edwina never shows interest in Anthony, therefore she never gets in the way of Kathony. Book!Edwina not having feelings for Anthony (unlike show!Edwina “K: You love him? E: Watching how nobly he defended us at dinner tonight, how could I not?”) means that she is more aware about what is going on or not around her– Kate and Anthony liking each other.

So, if you haven’t read the book and wonder how is like this marvelous book!Edwina everyone praises, know that she is the exact same to show!Edwina only without the liking Anthony part!

Nobody lies to her, she doesn’t have an almost wedding with Anthony and she is not humiliated in front of London high-society, therefore she never argues with Kate and instead takes only 0.2 seconds to accept Kate and Anthony’s engagement (because she never liked the guy in the first place!!!!).

I love Edwina to pieces, of course I would have preferred if the writers went with the plot of the book instead of go and break Edwina’s heart. But we are talking about the plot there, not her personality. She is the exact same to book!Edwina. 

What if, caitlyn had a younger sibling who jinx was high key actually smitten with? Like full on looking up romantic ways to woo reader and seriously flirts with reader whenever she gets the chance?

Nobody really knew how it happened, (reader probably just showed jinx sympathy and care when they didn't know each others identities and has a sleeping beauty moment.) And jinx internalizes and latches on to r because of it.

Obvi it's alternate, where the storyline isn't as fucking angsty-

Vi finds it hilarious (yet a little hypocritical) since ya know, canon. And caitlyn very much disapproves but can't really do much about it. Reader at first is oblivious and just thinks she wants to be good friends but later on is actually the first one to kiss her. I'm rambling let me stop-

Someone give me Kate Bishop x older MILF reader (maybe like a six year age gap or smth)😭 just imagine a very obvious blushy Kate who stutters and fumbles around Clint's friend (reader) who's oblivious asf and thinks she's just being nice. Could end in smut, could be all fluff idc it's just such a cute concept, lemme stop before I start rambling-

And lesbian Edwina supremacy

Just my opinions because I've been holding them in since this show came out. Come for me or whatever, I really don't care their fictional.

Anthony is a nuisance. Daphne's a rapist. Eloise just annoying. The younger Bridgertons and their mom (I forgot her name) are alright. The kanthony romance felt rushed and distasteful.

I'm okay with Kate but I loved Edwina and their mom. Call me a horrible person, but I definitely would've said worse than "half-sister." If I find out when I'm walking down the aisle that my future husband and older sister are in love with each other. (She's a whole lot nicer than me, I don't think I'd talk to my sister ever again.)

And while yes she was blind as a bat, I like to just consider it her naivety as she is somewhere around 17/18 and very trusting of her older sister. (Who she adores)

That's it ig.

To the people who mistagged fanfics with a gay pairing and blind side me with the actual straight pairing bullshit half way through 50k words....

leave an author's note or something i mean cmon..

Jinx: I hate my last name.

(Name) : Why?

Jinx: Because it's not your last name😏

(Name):

Jinx:

(Name): baby, neither of us have last names-

(Name) : Can you please be serious for five seconds?

Jinx : My record is four, but for you, I'll see what I can do.

(Name) and jinx's first meeting;

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Jinx: *talking about (name) * I can take them.

Vi: In a fight, right?

Jinx:

Vi: *visibly concerned* In a fight right?!

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Alternate

Caitlyn: Don't worry (name), I know she might seem intimidating but just, imagine her in her underwear or something.

(Name): Oh I already was.

Vi: Why are you smiling?

Jinx: What? Can't I just be happy?

(Name): Caitlyn tripped and fell in the parking lot

my wandavision loving soul when i heard the theme song start to play

Wanda Maximoff🥀 + Aesthetic Red🔴

Marvel Comics

Gifset

happy birth to my one and only

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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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WHERE LOVE GROWS

jane volturi x fem! reader

JANE IS AGED UP TO SEVENTEEN (was on the cusp of being eighteen)

This is probably a two partner series. If not, I'm sorry.

Reader is written to be any skin color, height, and body type. (When I say 'pale', I mean for your skin color, aka just tired or bleeding out.)

Look at this! I'm writing fan fiction!

There is no smut but there is a small make out, if you don't like that i understand. but you could also skip it.

I don't use y/n, I use (name) or [name] so if you hate that, sorry ig.

Warnings; blood, makeouts, attempted burning at the stake, throat slitting, bodies, jumping.

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"JANE! ALEC! RUN!" The (haircoloured) teen screams, groaning when a villager yanks on her long, (textured) locks. The stronger male winding her hair around in his locked fist. (Name) just barely catching the terrified twins running off into the darkness.

Good. She thinks. Better me than them.

"You thick fool! Damn your blood!" The larger burly man yells loudly. His spittle hitting the side of her face, while (name) scrunched away in disgust.

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(Name) pulls her wicker basket off the splintering wooden table. Nodding to her father in acknowledgement when he enters their houses lower floor

"I don' wan' you goin' o'er there so much." The older (lastname) male states. Placing one hand out onto his hip while (name) manoeuvred around the taller male. Sneakily taking a few bread and other food preservatives and chucking them into the basket. Snatching a cleaned cloth piece to put discretely on top, covering the goodies.

"But papa, if I don't go they'll starve!" (Name) protests, adding in a throwaway bible quote as the seventeen year old plants a small kiss on her fathers cheek. The teen exiting her house with only her token basket and cloak soon after, shivering slightly from the unexpected cold, she pulls her hood up.

She wasn't wrong by any means. The village people had a nasty habit of isolating anybody different by any stretch of the word. And sadly enough their sights had been set on a shy pair of siblings since their 'unnatural' birth. Their crime? Being twins in the sixteenth century.

(Name) skips a little on her already practically carved in path. The teen following her already made footsteps etched into the hard dirt from years and years of walking. The woods were thankfully quiet, no harmful animals inhabitanting the slowly dying lands. All the 'men' hunted them down.

(Name) rolls her eyes at the thought of the villagers. You can hunt down a sleeping fox but you wait until their mother's dead for truly torment her children? The way she saw it, they were all just a bunch of bullies.

The (skincoloured) girl makes it of course safely to her destination. Raising her knuckles to the rotting wooden door. The door loudly creaking open quickly after revealing the face of- Jane.

Sweet, freckled, lovely Jane stood calmly at the door, in all of her beautiful glory. The (haircoloured) perking up almost like an excites puppy at the sight of her blonde lover.

(Name) pulling her hood down with a doopy smile painted on her face. "It's me!"

"It wouldn't have been anyone else." Jane deadpans, stepping aside to let her girlfriend bypass her and place the 'stolen' treats on the table. Ok, maybe she wasn't as sweet as (name) had previously made her out to be. But who cared? (name) had more than enough sweetness for the both of them.

With such differing personalities, neither of them really knew how they had even gotten together. Not to mention the unforgivable fact that they were both girls and one was an unwelcomed outcast. But they had, against the odds.

And while they were perfectly proud of their earned love, they weren't as brave or as stupid to think that everyone else would be. So they hid their relationship of course. Chaste evening kisses and small make outs here and there being as far as they could've gone without Jane's brother alec catching on. The poor oblivious boy. Speaking of said boy-

"Alec's out." Jane states, not even needing much of a prompt to give up the wear abouts of her twin. The blonde seemingly noticing when (name)'s eyes trailed around the weathered down cottage.

(Name) only smiles, walking over to the cabinets (she knows her way around) and reaching upwards for two plates to grab before a pair of arms enclose around her waist. The now startled teen letting out a little yelp.

Her blonde lover only chuckles, pushing her longtime 'friend' up against the wooden countertop and planting a few feverish kisses on her mouth. "Love-the-the-food!" (Name) practically whines against the other girls mouth. Jane swallowing down any of her girlfriends stuttered complaints, her paleish hands rising to skillfully unlace (name)'s corset. An act that flusters the (taller/shorter) girl even more.

Jane shushes her, lightly dragging her tongue against (name) 's bottom lip, tugging the upper half of the teens dress down to pinch and pry at the soft (coloured) skin.

"I've been craving you all weekend." The slightly older girl disconnecting their lips in favor of leaving wearing hot open mouthed kisses down her lovers neck.

The blonde ducks her head into her girls neck. Against her better judgement biting harshly and leaving an array of multicoloured marks imbedded in her lovers neck. Driving the (haircoloured) girl deeper into the counter. She's always been a little unnaturally strong.

(Name) lets out a small moan, trying in vain to cover her mouth with one hand while the other stayed firmly clutched to the poor countertop. A especially hard nip to her sweet spot sends her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her mind numbing.

"J-jane!"

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(Name) is thrown roughly to the splintering wooden ground. The teen sitting up quickly after, her hand coming up to clutch at her busted, bleeding lip that one of these assholes had given her.

"Where did they run off too?" Lefoy forgaity, the leader of this little possé questioned, the short yet stout older man kneals with a smirk down to her eye level.

(Name)'s eyes narrow, her lips drawing subconsciously into a sneer before she feels her head back. Lunging forward and sending a fat spitwad out of her mouth, it splating directly onto his big fat dumb face. The townies behind her all gasp

Lefoy gives the girl a fearsome glare, raising his hand back and slapping her right back into the ground. (Name) bracing her arms for the discomfort as the villagers cheer around her at the abuse.

In the crowd, (name) looks up to see her father the coward of a man refusing to meet her gaze. The (skincoloured) teen giving a shakes exhale. Oh that's how they knew where i was. Traitor.

The villagers continue to slap her around for a little. Though less in interrogation and more in just prolonged mocking. Them all taking hits and jeering at the teen when they realized her father was doing nothing to hold them back.

(Name) spits the contents of her mouth out onto the dirty floor. Openly glaring at her perpetrators as dark red blood dribbles down her chin.

The (haircoloured) girl chuckles, wiping away said blood with her hand, dragging it onto her dress shortly after. Not like I'll need it soon.

"Where are they?!"

For the life of her (name) doesn't even know why they want them in the first place. They had all just marched their merrily way up to the twins cottage, spouting insults and such. Alec had just gotten back from fishing, carrying a grey pale of fish, excited that he'd brought food home. The girls only having time to hurriedly fix (name) 's dress.

(Name) had of course told them to run, thinking she'd be able to talk the townies down, but obviously, they were mad at her too.

She couldn't tell them where the two where if they paid her. Though, even with the money, she'd never. Instead taking the beating, now bruised, bloody and a little disoriented.

"You devilish kitchen whore! Where are the witches?!"

(Name) shakes her head, raising her arm in defense once she notices another townie step up from the collective cluster. Yelping a little when her hair is the victim again. Her poor scalp.

"I said I don't know!"

The girl is thrown to the floor once again, with a hard punch. This time it luckily landing on her cheek, she doesn't think she can take any more mouth punches. "Witches whore!" An involuntary tear runs down her face, her eyes watered and red from the pain. She wipes it away quickly, she refuses to allow the monsters to see her cry.

Her torment is interrupted by a lanky man running out of the woods, screaming bloody murder about something. "We've found em'! We've got em'!"

(Name) shakes her head in disbelief, "No." She takes a small, painful breath. Jumping up and pushing one of the men away from her. Using the villagers shock to her use and running painfully of into the woods.

They shouldn't be able to find her easily, she knew the woods better than anyone.

(Name) doesn't even know what she's doing. The teen doesn't have a sound plan in mind, probably the concussion. She thinks bitterly. She's run off her path.

Speeding up while grabbing at the surrounding trees whenever she loses her balance momentarily. She hears the townies loudly going off behind her, tipping and cheering at the chase she's giving. (Name)'s blood runs cold and she swears her heart skips many beats.

The overgrown branches nip and drag at her legs and feet. Leaving bright angry red scratches wherever they touched at her sheer speed.

(Name) makes it into town, running wildly around the dirt street, looking for the twins. She stopped herself from screaming out their names, not wanting to draw out any left over villagers. Stopping and hiding sometimes whenever she felt off balance.

Smoke's toxic smell soon fills her nostrils and makes (name) stop right in her tracks. Looking up into the sky and following the mass of black smoke seeping into the once clear blue sky.

Town square!

The seventeen year old takes off again. Running thoughtlessly into the no doubt most popular part of town.

Bypassing the idle townies who she doesn't give a second glance, her arm outstretched towards the slowly burning pyre. Her eyes staying completely on Jane's teary blue ones, who look at her in both shock and horror.

Why-

(Name) is grabbed from behind, yanked right off her feet a knife planted on her throat. No!

She barley registers Jane's loud scream of her name over her own loud heartbeat. The organ practically ramming itself against her rib cage. Poor Alec looking like he'll pass out any minute.

(Name) keeps her drifting eyes on jane. Sweet jane who has a bruise forming near her eyebrow and rope burns around her neck. Her sparsely freckled lovers crystal blue eyes blearing from smoke or tears she can't tell. Lovely jane with her body wrestling against the rope and glaring angrily at the townspeople who curse and yell bible quotes to the three.

Jane deafening scream brings (name) back into the present, her mouth going dry while the metallic taste of blood fills it. A thin slash of red is painted against her throat. The villager behind her spout something about the devil to the now dying girl.

Oh, her throats been slit.

The (haircoloured) girl opens her mouth, closing it quickly after as she soon falls to her knees. Her head knocking against the ground while she clutched half heartedly at her bloody throat. The thick red substance running through her fingers while she gasps for breath, her unblinking eyes looking around the separating crowd and settling on her body.

"(Name)! Look at me!" Her blonde lover screams, gaining the bleeding girls attention, the paling girl looking up to her friend's slowly burning pyre.

"I-i-" The blood trailing into a circle around her body. A foggyness filling the teens head as she registers her fate. I am going to die.

She's rapidly bleeding out in front of her girlfriends eyes, and she can't do anything to stop it. (Name)'s hand falls to the ground next to her, the teen no longer having the strength to keep it up. At least she's dying before Jane.

Jane takes deep breaths in and out as she watches the light leave (name)'s eyes. Her (coloured) eyes becoming, lifeless and her body finally slumping down into a limp. She wants this entire town to burn. She wants the villagers to hurt to feel incomprehensible levels of pain. Jane stares emptily at the people below her, her eyes falling mostly on a certain town Baker. How could you? That's your daughter.

Not even sparing a glance at the strange looking men who now flank the town square. A dark haired male walking up to the pyre while the entire town is restrained by his lackeys. Well, entire town minus one girl.

The long haired male arrested himself as aro and with his unnatural beauty he somehow convinces the town to pawn the twins off onto him and his group.

Jane and Alec being turned and subsequently coming back in their newborn thirst to slaughter the town shortly after.

The newly turned vampire stops short right in town square. Clenching her fists by her side, her loves fathers blood dripping from her chin. They hadn't even had the gall to bury her body.

The blonde lowers herself to gently hold the dead girl to her chest. Closing her eyes for a moment while stroking her hair. She should've protected her.

The earth is silent around her as Jane raises her lovers deceased hand. Pulling the wrist towards her mouth and biting down, injecting her venom in quickly after. She'll deal with the consequences later. After (name) opens her crimson red eyes and her body moves anew with the life that was taken from her in this very spot. After Jane tears into her newly changed lover for pulling such a dangerous stunt. After (name) lives. She'll deal with any punishment for such a crime.

When her bite didn't change anything Jane lets out a heartbreaking dry sob, lowering her head into her (name)'s neck. A small sense of deja vu from only a day earlier washing over her. Jane chuckles bitterly. If only she could warn herself.

The vampire bites down on her neck this time, a bit harsher than before, more desperate. Punching down angrily and creating a crack in the stone when nothing happens again. Why couldn't they have come earlier?

" 'M sorry," Jane gives tearful apologies to no one, breathing in the last of her girls fading scent. Digging her pale, sharp fingers into (name)'s torso. No doubt creating small punctures into the dead girls body. Flashes of her time with (name) speed past whenever she closed her eyes. Jane letting out small hiccuped sobs that the surrounding vampires would no doubt hear. Not finding it in her to care for privacy. Only attempting to quiet herself when she hears footsteps behind her.

"Jane." A unnamed volturi member speeds up behind the mourning girl. The pity in his voice pisses Jane off. "We must be going, daylight's soon."

How dare he? Jane's blood red eyes narrow into slits. Rush her? A word goes off in her brain, ricocheting around the forever stunted cavity. Jane turns her head around, staring unnervingly at the older looking vampire. Her face, blank of emotion, arms still gripping her lovers long dead carcass protectively. Her thirst not even on her mind. He wants to separate us. Like they did.

And there, in the leveled village, with her arms entrapped around her only love, her head dizzy with red hot rage and face sticky with the blood of her victims. She opens her mouth and whispers her now coveted word.

"Pain."

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Think it lowkey fell off at the end there but I liked it. There'll probably be a part two so watch out for that ig. Bye.

little mornings

(jane volturi × fairy! reader)

warnings!

twilight, the volturi, blood, gore ig, don't read if you have a fear of heights? sexual references (not too bad)

reader will have pastel purple hair, and purple wings like the collage(since I can't leave pretty colors alone)

Use whatever name you would like

[reader] is female

Both Jane and Reader are aged up to 19 at least

when I write tiny it doesn't mean short. Since reader is a fairy she can be fairy sized if she wants.

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sparkley small purple wings shimmer beautifully in the morning sun. The sleepy fairy resting her tired body on a black satin pillow. "I know I'm coming." The poor thing murmurs, raising one [skincolored] hand above her head and stifling a yawn with the other. "Impatient little thing."

[reader] cracks open one [eye colored] eye looking around the dark room, sadly not finding who she was looking for. "Jane must've left early" the fairy muses, sliding off the comfortable pillow and flying off of the equally comfy bed. The purple fairy stretches, her body growing larger as she does until it was her human height.

I wonder where she could-

A loud scream interrupts her questioning. Oh. The sunlight pours in and reflects off the naked fairy's wings while she prances around her and Jane's joint room. The tiled cold floor under her bare feet making the purple fairy cringe a little as she made her way into the bathroom.

[reader] looks at herself blankly into the mirror. Her [color] eyes trailing the dark hickies and love bites that scattered over the expanse of her chest. Damn jane. Her [skincolored] fingers trace the marks across the smooth skin, a ghost of a smirk on her face.

The girl speeds through her morning routine, taking a quick shower and continuing on. Because of Jane's marks, a long sleeved dress was her only option. (Unless of course, she wanted to be unprofessional and embarrassed.) The off white button up dress came down just below her knees, proudly revealing the limited edition heels jane bought as a anniversary gift.

At the thought of her vampire wife [reader] perks up, dusting a light blush over her face and styling her purple locks into an intricate braid (or taking off her hair wrap/bonnet) . Closing the pastel porcelain corset top over her rib cage and with a swipe of lip gloss she was out the bedroom door.

Thankfully, the back of the dress had been open, the fairy's beautiful purple wings sticking out. Another scream startles [reader] once more, the girl visibly jumping before narrowing her eyes. Damn Jane.

With a flutter of her wings the fairy was off the ground and flying elegantly towards a certain room. Who designed such a trippy castle?

The fairy finds herself asking while she floated through the halls, her eyes connecting vaguely with the large portraits hung up on them.

As [name] nears her destination, the frail sound of a small heartbeat grows louder until the purplette is knocking on a wooden double door.

A small 'enter please' is all the fairy needs before she uses the black handle bars to open the large door. Lucian everdeen, her future brother in law stands up in her presence. It was apart of [names] routine to bring him down after the vampires breakfast. Seeing as Lucian was alec's intended and a new addition to the castle.

Fairy's only needed to eat once a day so it was pretty easy for [name] to skip breakfast.

The purple fairy hold out a [skincolored] hand raising it so that Lucian could hold on. "C'mon, they're just about done!" Lucian had become a quiet addition to the volturi's life, the human only speaking thirty words that [name] had counted since he arrived last summer.

[Name] understood, Jane had been the same way when she and [name] had started courting.

But quietness aside. Lucian had seemed to develop quite the interest in [name]. Or rather the girls wings. Jane hadn't really liked the human's fixation with her wife's wings but [name] had thought nothing of it, claiming it was adorable.

With Lucian now holding her hand, [name] exits the room. The human had taken to burying his head into the fairy's shoulder. He's so cute!

[Name] looks back at Lucian and chuckles, closing the door and leading the human down the hallway and to their respective partners.

The two enter the throne room, and true to [names] estimate, the vampires had just finished up. At the sight of his intended Lucian blushes, his heartbeat picking up and thumping wildly against his chest.

[Name] fly's towards Jane, grinning and pulling the blonde in for a short hug. A hint of a smile flickers across her wife's face and Jane subtly grabs onto [names] hand. Giving the fairy a long once over before talking. "I was only gone for an hour at most."

"So?" The fairy tilts her head, resting it on the blonde's shoulder and sighs loudly. A pale hand ghosts over [names] ribcage. And the fairy's breath hitches at the wandering hands.

"A new addition?" Jane asked her voice lowered even though they knew the other vampires could hear them. "Yeah, matches my wings don't you think?" [Name] gives her wife a closed eyed smile.

"Mm"

"Now that everyone is accounted for," Aro clears his throat, sitting on his extravagant throne and looking down on his coven members.

"Let's get the day started yes?"

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