Sorry To Everyone Who Dealt With My Jinx Obsession In 2024 I Promise It'll Be Much Worse In 2025 🥰

Undead gf (role reversal)

Zombie! Jinx! X Fem! Kirraman! Reader

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Reader is written to be any skin color, body type, or race.

Not a part two to zombie gf, just a separate fiction with the roles reversed cus I love a role reversal.

It's gay.

Very morally grey, damn near not grey at all.

I just can't leave kirraman! Reader alone can I? (It's such a fun thing to write.)

(Reader is hinted at being a kirraman, but due to the way the story is written, not explicitly stated)

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Taut fingers pull at the bows string, gradually pulling it backwards and lining up the arrow. The girl pulls the arrow so far that it's bristles brush up gently against her rough cheek. Lining up with her vision quite nicely.

She takes a deep breath, the cold smoke leaving her lips and curling into the dead air before eventually dissipating. She waits a beat before letting go, the satisfying sound of the arrow cutting through the wind and successfully meeting it's mark.

The deer falls over and into the earth with a sickening thud. The birds quickly scatter at the sound and (name) knows she has to move quick.

The (hair colored) girl tucking her bow against her side and running down the angled slope, combat boots eventually finding the deer's carcass.

(Name) stops short just behind the dead deer and gives a long sigh. This'll be a bitch to drag.

The girl drags the deer through the woods as silently as possible, having to stop multiple times on her trek to stay out of sight of the surrounding biters.

The task was definitely a bitch to complete but eventually, the (hair colored) girl was able to haul the heavy deer into her camouflaged army truck and sped off. Of course ramming a few biters along the side of her spiked car as she went.

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(Name) slams the truck door shut after she jumps down from the monster truck's step-up. The noise reverberating off of the garages shuttle doors and around the large storage room.

The (haircolored) girl grabbing her red wagon trolley and heaving the 40 pound deer into the trolley, leaving the garage shortly after. Slowly working her way past the kitchen and through the hidden entrance until she reaches the secret basement.

A soft smile overcoming her face when she heard the rythmic clicking of a metal chain. The girl stops momentarily and closes her eyes. She's probably in the far corner.

The rolling of the cart stops right in front of the basements entrance, waiting to be acknowledged. We all know what happens when she gets surprised.

"Honey? I got dinner." (Name) says the words softly, knowing how bad her girlfriend could freak out if her voice is raised beyond a low whisper.

She only gets a low growl back.

(Name) doesn't let it bother her, instead just shrugging and pushing the dead deer down the ramp in the cart. The red wheeler crashing into a concrete wall and slightly denting itself. The girl watches as a boney pale hand sneaks out, snatching at the corpse with breakneck speed and pulling it along with the unimaginable strength she new her girl still possessed.

(Name) relaxes, when she hears the distinct sound of flesh tearing and bones crunching mere seconds later. At least she's eating.

(Name) herself though, doesn't fear her girlfriend. Why would she? She's just really sick after all. And so, she rolls her shoulders and practically marches into the basement. Eyes falling immediately on her girlfriend who still sat hunched in the corner.

(Name) briefly feels a sliver of guilt run through her at the sight. What kind if girlfriend is she? To do this to J- to her? When did she become like this?

She stiffens at the self imposed question, being immediately sucked back into the cruel past.

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Snow and twigs crunch under the girl's brown leather boots, the cold nips at her ears and nose, making them respectively both ring and run. The girl doesn't care to stop.

Her hand is tightened around the bow she holds in her grip, ready for her to draw at anytime incase of a horde. Or humans.

The girl had left the safety of the kirraman bunker mere weeks ago, no longer able to stay in a house that at every turn reminded her of her lost girlfriend. Her soon to be found girlfriend.

Though the likely hood of JJ being found unharmed after being missing for all this time is slim.

It having been late summer when JJ and her sister went on a run of the mill supply run, ([name] would've went with Vi that day but alas, she fell sick.) Neither girls came back for the next couple of days, worrying both Caitlyn and (name). The two kirraman girls practically latching onto each other during the time away from their respective girlfriends.

Until of course one day when an injured Vi practically fell right on their doorstep and was found in the morning. The shorthaired girl revealed that she didn't know where her sister was either, the two having split up thanks to a stupid horde and never crossed paths again.

When Vi got better, her and (name) went out everyday to try and find any unfamiliar tracks or clues. Of course, finding none.

After a few months stewing in her worry and fear, name left the compound, spending weeks on the road, questioning any reliable looking human she found on the wearabouts of a blue haired girl.

The trail finally lead her here. The headquarters of some stupid born again cult a few states away, she knows they have her.

The kirraman girl, dressed in the cults clothing (something she stole from a person that she might've kidnapped and killed), she marches confidently passed the gate.

She might die here.

She might find JJ here.

What if they don't have her?

The girl forces those thoughts from her head, pulling the small cloak further down and walking a little faster past a few guards and 'normal' men alike.

One of the ex Cultists she sharply questioned told her of the 'pit'. A place where they leave prisoners to die if they don't convert. A place crawling with zombies.

She knows JJ would rather chew off her own hand then bend to some idiots wearing adult diapers. And with the large amount of enemies that JJ made in both their past and present life, she doesn't doubt that some of them might've came here too. (Name) briefly acknowledges that this is a suicide mission and questions her sanity.

The girl pulls a few bombs, (courtesy of her lover) out of her cloak. Discreetly pulling them and rolling them into rooms. Making sure most of the tools are at least filled with three before flicking the switch. It's a small compound so she didn't really need to stack up too hard on the bombs anyway. The cult more notorious for killing people rather than 'saving' them means that there really weren't a lot of people for her to kill at all.

The girl hears the telltale almost silent 'pop!'. Meaning that it went off, blood splattering on the walls and hallways of the building. Thank goodness for 'pressure bombs' as she called them. Quick and efficient.

With the building practically vacant save for a few stragglers that might've been in the halls, (the girl kills them all of course, even if she doesn't find jinx here that's one less sacrificial cult in the world.)

She finds her way into the 'pit', as it turns out, the ' 'pit' is heavily exaggerated. Guess the name and the thought of a place crawling with zombies alone was supposed to scare the shit out of people. Because there are hardly any actual walking around zombies here. The cultists probably clean this place out every now and again incase of a zombie breakout.

It takes a while for (name) to find her. The kirraman having slightly given up hope that she's here when she's slapped in the face with a long blue braid.

The (haircolored) girl looks up slowly, hesitant to see the heartbreaking sight waiting for her. Milky blue eyes connect with her own and the girl in the net let's out a raspy growl. Long chipped dual colored nails snapping out through the nets hole and swiping down as if she could just snatch the human up.

Neither girl(?) Say anything for a moment. Not that Jinx could. (Name) just stares at the feral animated corspe that was once her girlfriend.

It's silent for a few moments longer before, "Hi baby." (Name) couldn't even recognize her own voice, so cracked and tainted. She sounded close to tears. She couldn't even register her shaking hands or accelerated heart. It's one thing to assume that a loved one is dead, and a completely different thing to see it for yourself.

She'll never see her smile again, or cry, or breathe. They'll never kiss, or fight, or hold a fucking conversation. You can't cuddle a zombie.

It hurts. It's a physical sharp pain shooting through her heart the longer she looks at those glazed over blue eyes. Those once so expressive blue eyes.

That damned trip!

(Name) wishes she could go back in time and personally mow down every fucking cult member. Wishes she could prolong their deaths and leave them to be ripped to shreds by a horde. She curses at how much of a mercy kill she'd really given them.

You can't kill someone twice.

So for now she'll focus on Jinx. On what her next step is.

The next step ends up being to take her home.

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(Name) knows though that she can't do this forever. While yes she has created a drug that would 'stop' Jinx's body from decay, it won't bring her back.

(She created the drug under intense pressure after she brought Jinx home and while not perfect, it does the job flawlessly.)

It still needs to be administered every week or so and makes her feel like shit every time she has to drug jinx to give her the preserve.

And sure, they're pretty deep in the woods and off the map but people do stumble by the area evey now and again.

(Name) refuses to make a guard dog out of her girlfriend (and potentially lose her to a skilled survivor) so it means that usually if the person isn't off their property by day three they're missing a few limbs and now zombie chow. ('Name' of course gives them a mercy kill just before though, she's not that cruel!)

As (name) ponders the immorality of her actions she also comes to a conclusion; Whatever it takes.

They were separated once and look what happened, (name) would hate to see what she becomes if Jinx is taken again.

So she won't even tempt fate with the option. Keep Jinx in the house. Keep her tucked away, but never locked up. Feed her human of course but not so much as for it to get suspicious. And keep others off the property.

Those have become her rules. The ones she abides by and forever refuses to break. Breaking one might mean that she'd break another and another and she would loose jinx. No one else is worth it.

(Name) knows she'll probably waste her life away taking care of her undead girlfriend. She knows that such a high risk life may put her in the grave quicker than fate may have intended.

But she doesn't really care. Because she refuses to just bury Jinx. God she prays this apocalypse would never end.

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Okay so this one is obviously a bit worse than zombie gf, but I have excuses. I had to rewrite this TWICE because Tumblr refuses to connect to my WiFi. And I forgot what I wrote each time so I am just about done with this one shot.

Btw what happened to all the jinx stories, bring them back please the jinx x reader tag has been so dry lately.

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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reader: describe yourself in one word,

emmett: indescribable.

I’m such a big fan of the Bridgerton books but I’m struggling to find anyone who is a fan of the books rather than the show version and was hoping that you knew anyone as everyone else says it’s racist to prefer the books

Hi! Um I haven't personally read the full books yet, but I've listened to at least parts of them via audio. No, there not racist lmao but no I don't also don't know anyone who read them

Dear video essay creators. A video analysis is when you analyze a piece of media. No no look at me. A summary, no matter how thorough, is not an analysis. An analysis requires you to draw conclusions about the media such as authorial intent, real-world parallels, discussion about themes/worldbuilding/character motivation, and so much more. You have to stop summarizing something and saying that’s analysis. The Gaylors are doing more critical analysis than you. Is that who you want to lose to? The gaylors?

Aegon II: My father named me as his heir

Otto:

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

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

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!

And another thing! Meyers is so weirdly hateful towards Jane, a 12/13 year old that was ignored, mistreated, and almost burned to death…and a lot of fans follow in her footsteps. I HATE seeing Jane as the bad guy.

Abusing Reader for being Alec’s mate?

Never. Hurting a mate is like hurting Alec and she would never do that. I always felt that any lashing out was solely out of fear of being hurt, just attempts to protect herselfI just can’t see her acting like that towards Alec’s mate. Yeah, I think she would need time to accept a new person in her life but she’s a vampire…girl’s got plenty of time.

Give me a Jane that loves her brother.

After all, he’s the one person who has been with through everything. Always. Through the cruelty of the other villagers, the coldness at home, the pain and horror of being turned. Through the anger and the sadness and the fear, Alec has always been there. 

Jane’s felt a lot of things but she’s never been truly lonely.

Give me a Jane that misses her mother. She didn’t understand her children, maybe she even feared them in some way, but she loved them. Yes, she loved them. She loved Alec’s smile and curls, she loved Jane’s soft voice. Their mother told them stories when it stormed and made them little toys out of scraps and held them tight. She loved her children but could not save them. 

They miss her, in different ways.

Give me a Jane that loves music. 

She listens to it, plays it, everything. As a human, Jane would sing made-up lullabies beneath her breath as she and her brother fell asleep…and she still sings to him, even if they no longer sleep, and plays piano for him.

Give me a Jane that RAGES and rightfully so.

After all, does she not have her reasons? This poor child (just a child, just a little girl) was mistreated for something she could neither control nor understand. Was it her fault she was different? Was it their fault that they had magic in their blood and bones?

No, no, the twins hadn’t chosen it.

But the adults, the villagers, they KNEW what they were doing. They had a choice and they made it: 

They choose to burn two children to death.

And for that, Jane has been left with pain and anger and hurt and rage, forever and ever.

Give me a Jane that dances.

Running through the gardens, spinning wildly, roses tangled in her hair. There’s an empty little room in the castle, with shining, smooth floors and faded tapestries on the walls. She dances there, music faintly playing as she forgets everything else. 

Give me a Jane that laughs.

No one can make her laugh like Alec, no one is allowed to tease her like her can. No matter what kind of mood she is in, Alec can pull a laugh from her lips. like a song of little bells. He teases her about that too, calling her laugh “fairy bells” and laughing along with her (his laugh, she thinks, is wild and soft, the sound of wind chimes).

Give me a Jane that wants more. 

She loves Alec but there are things she wants, other things. The chance to choose her own path. A friend her own age. She wishes she was older, if only by a few years, and she wonders what she would have looked like as a woman. he avoids mirrors now, because the image haunts her, and feels lonely for someone she never knew, for a life that was never lived. 

For herself. 

Give me a Jane that is genuinely happy should her brother find love, though a little angry and scared.

She doesn’t want to share…but she doesn’t want to be selfish either. An older (movie) Alec might find romance but a younger (books) Alec would find a platonic mate, a friend.

And he’s happy, so happy. 

So because she loves him more then anything, she slowly comes to accept this stranger, even if it takes her a long time. She won’t be very welcoming, not at first, but she won’t be cruel either just…awkward. 

Give me a Jane that finds her own happy.

Because you know what, she deserves it!