Little Mornings

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.

Nico: *holds his sword at a certain angle so he can reflect the light into Percy's eyes*

the pink streak of light. jinx escaped

I- yeah basically

gay ppl be like yea these are my comfort characters *literally the nicest person ever*, *murderer*, *war criminal, like genuinely committed atrocities*, *six feet under*

Imagine you're in the CoN and your high lord & lady visit and you have to watch her sit on his lap as he fingers her while knowing you will forever be trapped under a dark mountain with no way to feel the sun on your face or grass under your foot or hear the birds chirping with the knowledge that your steward is an evil man and that your high lord's rich little circle has never made an effort to change things for the better or realize that there are other "dreamers" here and your only hope of any change is a woman whose personality is wearing red and who can't stop thinking about herself but she also absolutely hates your guts for no reason other than the fact that you were born in the Hewn City and who hasn't faced or gotten over her trauma in the 500+ miserable years of her existence.

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

reader: *bumps into jane*

jane:

reader: i was wrong

jane: you little shit-

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

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

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

BAILEY BASS as CLAUDIA INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | SEASON ONE (2022 -)

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.