Just My Opinions Because I've Been Holding Them In Since This Show Came Out. Come For Me Or Whatever,

“Not all men”

You’re right, Percy Jackson would never treat me like that.

Omg I just had a thought. Orpheus! Ekko and Eurydice! Jinx. Maybe even Persephone! Jayce and Hades! Viktor. Or if you're REALLY freaky, Persephone! Mel and Hades! Silco

the pink streak of light. jinx escaped

Unpopular Opinion: Mark's feelings about Sinclair and Darkwing make total sense for him to have. They aren't just pieces in a hypothetical thought experiment for him. Sinclair nearly killed someone who's now a friend to him and kidnapped Mark's BEST FRIEND.

Darkwing is way more redeemable but Mark was left out of the loop on that one, after Cecil TOLD him to bring him in. He was completely blindsided, felt like his trust was betrayed, and blew up. Maybe if Cecil had TRIED to ease Mark into the idea of rehabilitation in the first place, or just explain his points any time earlier, things might have gone better.

It's a completely understandable to want someone that harmed you or someone close to you to never see the light of day again. How many people do you know that would go "oh yeah you mutilated corpses and combined a human with robotics against their i will and kidnapped one of my friends, but they have you doing the same thing with DEAD SOLDIERS now, so I guess you must be a good person."

(Using corpses as weapons is so disgusting and I doubt Cecil asked Sinclair to look for a way to make it all robotic.)

As for the point about Mark being more willing to forgive his dad that people use as a gotcha... like ofc he is. that's his dad. People's parents hit them all the time and they still love them and stay in contact. People's kids will commit horrible crimes but they'll still love them and defend them. It's not necessarily right but it happens often because that's how we are. People make excuses for people they love. We forgive people we love more easily. Mark wants to have hope for his Dad, because that's his Dad.

People really don't account for how young Mark is. He's like 19 (and the general consensus in the fandom is that his aging likely slows after he got his powers) and has experienced so much mayhem and death in an incredibly personal way. He has so much responsibility to be Earth's greatest hero and it's gotta feel like all that work means nothing when things like that happen.

Of course he wants to be against murder, "heroes" don't do that. Of course he's not expecting Cecil to start working with the bad guys. He grew up in a world with Omni-Man and now he has to live up to the hero part of his Dad's legacy and not the villain part. And in that world, they didn't need Cecil's contingencies.

I'm not saying Mark's perfect and should never be criticized, but dear god. People are trying to hold him accountable like he's a real person. The weird takes I see on tiktok are the reason I should've never told that app I watched that show

"It wouldn't matter if she were Jaehaerys the Conciliator come again, Rhaenyra is a woman."

-Otto Hightower

Did people just forget he said this? It's not about how deserving she is.

I really need some people in this fandom to understand that Rhaenyra could have been the most perfect woman to ever exist and the Greens still would have usurped the throne anyways. Rhaenyra being a "whore", Rhaenyra having bastards, Rhaenyra being so-called "incompetent" were all excuses. If they really cared about any of that, why would they be trying to replace her with a man who sleeps around, has many bastards, and is definitely more incompetent than Rhaenyra ever was?

Like guys the Greens were pushing Aegon as heir before Rhaenyra even had children, before she was even married. It is stated in the book that Alicent and Rhaenyra got along fine until Aegon was born and Alicent immediately turned against her when Viserys didn't name their son his heir. They were already challenging her claim when she was just 10 years old.

Even if we're going by the show's canon, Otto Hightower was plotting to get a half Hightower/Targaryen on the throne before Rhaenyra was even named as heir.

The reasoning for why the Greens did what they did is really quite simple and realistic - they were greedy as hell. Some of their allies of course truly believed a son should come before a daughter but the main motive for the Hightowers was that they wanted someone of their blood to be placed on the throne.

They wanted their blood to be entwined with the most important family in Westeros. They wanted to create a new branch of Targaryens that were half Hightower. It wouldn't have mattered if Rhaenyra was flawed or if she was perfect, they still would have usurped the throne because she was in the way of their plan that was pretty much decades in the making and they would have used any excuse to justify their actions.

I'm just tired of the posts that say "well if Rhaenyra just took her position more serious and if she didn't do this or that then she would have been fine" like no she wouldn't have. You're completely missing the point if you believe this.

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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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. 

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.

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