Jane Volturi X Reader - Blog Posts

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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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JANE AND READER SHENANIGANS

reader: i made tea.

jane: i can't drink tea

reader: i didn't make you tea. this is my tea

jane: then why did you tell me?

reader: it's a conversation starter

jane: what a horrible conversation starter

reader: is it tho? i mean were conversing. checkmate.

reader: why do my hands get cold and not the rest of me?

jane: it's the human body's way of regulating temperature

demitri: ghosts are holding your hands

reader: how romantic.

reader: remember that first night we met and you fell madly in love with me?

jane: y/n.

reader: fine, the night I talked to you for five minutes and fell madly in love with you.

reader: these books are the oldest thing in this store-

reader: *bumps into jane*

jane:

reader: i was wrong

jane: you little shit-

reader: awe! blondie look at you getting all romantic with the candles!

jane:

jane: im literally about to sacrifice this newborn-

demitri: I just try to appreciate the little things in life

reader: *hugs jane*

jane: fuck you i'm not that short

demitri: yes the fuck you are

reader: do I know romance or what?

jane *yet again being a lil shit* what.

reader *confused*: I said, do i-

jane: I heard you.

Playing scrabble with the guards

reader: I will put an A down for A

felix: I will add a T to make AT

alec: I will add onto your AT to make RAT

jane *being a lil shit*: i will add onto your rat to make BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC

demitri: *flips board*

felix: god dammit.