I’m Such A Big Fan Of The Bridgerton Books But I’m Struggling To Find Anyone Who Is A Fan Of The

Y'all saw that too💀 ts was funny, esp since jinx doesn't have a set sexuality, it's completely different shipping her with fem characters vs shipping vi (a confirmed lesbian) with male characters and the fact that he saw it as such a sin makes me giggle

it’s hysterical seeing men pissing themselves over the fact there aren’t that many jinx x male reader fics boo fucking hoo!

Gloria Hendry as Rosie Carter in LIVE AND LET DIE – 1973

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-

the fuck was bro thinking?

Alright, I’m typically not like this but something needs to be addressed

We aren’t talking enough about how hot Jinx is. Silco is really to call her perfect in every way and it makes me want to scream.

Her smile, amazing. Her rage, breathtaking. Her sadness, poetry. Jinx’s eyes could change a thousand times and they’d be stunning all the same.

The cloud tattoos have me obsessed. Her facial features are always soft and rough at the same time. Everyone emotion is a picture and her hair is everything. She is both the eye of a hurricane and the entire fucking storm. I know Ekko punches the air every day mad they aren’t on the same side.

I know she’s a red flag in every way but listen, her attachment issues are only a problem if you leave, and I simply would not. Problem solved. Why would leave someone so cool and smart?

This scene has a grip on me! It’s so beautiful and tragic! She is blue, feeling blue, in a sea of blue and I’m eating it up. I love everything about Jinx so much and it’s crazy!

Thank you for your time. I will now attempt to act normal about her again until Arcane eventually gives me a scene to make me fold again.

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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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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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Writer: *Accidentally mentions that they write*

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

Writer:

alternatively to my last post 😂

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

jane:

jane: im literally about to sacrifice this newborn-