#that man wants babies and he wants them with lucy and i cannot contain the squeals of joy i feel at that

[queseraone]

4x21 | 5x10

#chenford #chenfordedit #the rookie #therookieedit #tim bradford #lucy chen #usersuz #mine #4x21 #5x10 #talking about forever on their first (second) date #HIS FUCKING FACE #it's like night and day #faking it with ashley #GLOWING with joy with lucy #that man wants babies and he wants them with lucy and i cannot contain the squeals of joy i feel at that #my first gifset #eeeeeek #thank you to my yodasuz for teaching me your ways #the one time i get to be 'young' grasshopper

[georgiapeach30513]

Harlan passing away so peacefully has me in all the feels 😢 do my eyes deceive me or is there another little one - Lucy Drysdale?? 👀

Harlan deserved a quiet and peaceful passing. Around the people he loved the most too! It's also why Story took it so hard. Out of ALL of the grandchildren, she was closest to Harlan. Harlan fed her imagination. You found an Easter egg. Listen that was going to go up for December 5th for the 12 Days of Christmas....but I like leaving little hints now and then. Do you realize how hard it is to include a child that hasn't even been introduced yet?  I did have some other clues that there was a fifth.  At the Christmas party when Story got the necklace from Carter, Ransom’s hand was resting on Kitten’s belly.  Every time Kitten was going to the school she was taking Lucy.  There are a few others...but I’ll let you see if you can spot them.

5 Drysdale Kids

Summary:  Merry Christmas Ransom Drysdale

Pairings:  Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating:  FLUFF

Warnings:  Mentions of pregnancy, mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  787

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Taking a deep breath you hand the little box to your husband.  He gives you an odd look before pushing it back into your hands.  “It’s not Christmas yet.”

“Just open it.  I promise you’ll love it,” you beam up at him.  He stands there just holding the box before he starts unwrapping the paper.  His eyes stay only on you, narrowing his vision as he tries to decipher what it is that you got him.  Finishing pulling off the paper he continues to watch you, unsure of what gift you could have given him.  “Look at it when you open it, baby.”

Ransom slowly pulls the lid off, still not turning his eyes away from you, and you can’t help but laugh and shake your head.  Once it’s open he looks down to see the positive pregnancy test.  Smiling through his tears he looks back up at you, “This better be yours and not our daughters.”

“Ransom Drysdale they’re thirteen!”

He bites his lip, and let’s those tears finally fall down, “It’s yours?” you nod yes with the biggest smile.  “We’re having our fifth?”

“We’re having our fifth, baby,” he picks you up, and starts bouncing with you in his arms.  Stopping as soon as he starts, to press a hand against your belly.  

“I’m sorry my little nugget,” his dark blue eyes just wander around your face, “How long?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure.  Not that we’ve been careful.  I went to the doctor,” his face falls as he glares at you.  You knew he’d be pissed, but you wanted to make sure you were pregnant so he wouldn’t get upset.  “Twelve weeks.”

“I knew you were looking different.  These pretty tits of yours were looking real full.”

“Shut up.”

“We’re having a baby,” you nod your head, bringing his mouth closer to yours, before giving him the sweetest kiss.  “We’re having a baby!”

“Shh...we gotta tell the kids.”

“Tonight, I don’t wanna wait.”

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Ransom almost cannot contain his excitement.  His body bubbles over with excitement while all of your babies sit on the couch in front of you.  Story’s hand holds onto Blade’s and she leans over on him, and your little man gives a hard blink behind his glasses before pushing them up his nose.  “I’m nervous.”

“Bladey, there’s nothing wrong,” you say soothingly.  Your hand resting on Ransom’s lap, but your sweet baby isn’t convinced.

“Then tell us.  Dad, why are you so...happy?” Ransom tries to turn his face down as he looks at his mini me.  “Go on.”

“Your mom and I have some very important news, well happy news.  The best news.”

“We’re buying a real castle?” Story asks piping up from Blade’s shoulder, but it goes back down when Ransom shakes his head no.

“We’re going to Hawaii for vacation?” Aster asks, again more shakes of no.

“I get to go to the NASA Space Camp this summer?  Well, that would just be for me,” your only boy is so cute when he talks about NASA, he’ll get to go, and you as a family will be staying close by while he’s there.

Iris softly smiles when she notices where her dad’s hand is resting.  Her eyes glimmer with the tears.  You give her a nod, and she stands up to hug you.  “I don’t...don’t, don’t get it,” hearing the nervous stuttering in your son’s voice makes you want to shout what the news is.

“You’re getting your fifth,” Iris cries, wrapping her arms around her dad.

Aster’s head slings back on the couch, Blade gives you a big smile, but Story pouts, “I won’t be the baby anymore?  This is horse shit.”

“Story Rose Drysdale!” you try not to laugh, letting her know that, that kind of talk is not prohibited.

“Story book, you’re always going to be my itty bitty baby, okay?” Ransom’s hand reaches out to Story who skips to her dad’s lap.  You can see the wheels turning in Aster’s head, and you’re almost concerned with what she’s going to say.

“This happened when you went on that weekend getaway!” she shouts her eyes squinting at you.  “I told you two to practice safe sex.  You lied.”

“Angel, you know I’ve been begging for my fifth for awhile.”

“I just don’t know what to do with you two.  Jumping on the bed with every chance you get.  Are you happy?” turning to look at your husband, you bring his face to look at you.  The pure joy in his eyes lets you know that without a doubt you made the right choice.  Still looking at one another you both nod.  “Well, okay.  This is the last one right?”

“Maybe.”

“Ransom Drysdale!  You’re getting fixed, this is it, baby.”

“But...”

“NO!” you all shout at him.

“Fine, fine.  I’m settling at five,” he gives you another kiss, while Story plays with his wedding ring.  “I love you Kitten.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate affairs #desperate affairs au #DA AU #DA AU asks #desperate love #drysdale family #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #dilf!ransom drysdale #dilf!ransom drysdale x reader #aster drysdale #iris drysdale #blade drysdale #story drysdale #lucy drysdale

[brideofcthulhu10]

How would the Lost boys react to having a motherly type of s/o?

OH MY GOD I DIDN'T KNOW TUMBLR POSTED THIS UNFINISHED! UGH STUPID APP! Okay, redo!

Cuuute. The boys could certainly use a motherly touch around, even Max had said that when he wanted to turn Lucy. For this I am gonna be writing a female s/o, if you ever want otherwise always be sure to specify ahead of time otherwise DM me and I’ll be sure to correct it. I love the idea one behind the scenes with the boys, after the late night partying and wild blood orgies. I mean, let's be realistic here- those guys probably smell like cigarettes and ass. That cave is no doubt absolutely filthy as hell, and I don’t think they’ve cleaned up a day of their afterlife. 

Lost Boys with a Motherly Fem!S/O

David

Now David isn’t exactly the type to be told what to do in almost any scenario. Well, almost. But even then he still prefers the majority of the control. It’s going to be a challenge to get anything done with him. Any sort of lectures or advice tend to fall on deaf ears simply because he and the boys have taken care of themselves for so long. Your best method of choice? STEALTH

I’m serious, you gotta be sneaky with this boy. He’ll wake up to you cleaning the hotel because you had assumed it was still daylight, or sweeping around when they go on hunts. Don’t fuck with the cobwebs, its an aesthetically pleasing decoration! Frankly, he’s just a brat who doesn’t like change. It’s gotten to the point however, where he can’t exactly stop you so he just decides to be a butt about it. Take-out trash litter the hotel lobby, he’ll even leave out half-full open containers and try to get some real maggots up in there. Not if you have anything to say about it! Sometimes he wonders how you can keep it as clean as you do.

You have no idea how absolutely rank a pack of teenage vampires can be. Especially with unwashed clothes. Seriously, David and Paul’s boots could make rats gag, the stank of unwashed vamp toes is gnarly. That can be a bit of a fight. Well someone has to get all those bloodstains out! What do you think they just vanished the next day? None of the boys want clean clothes, especially David. According to them you can't be badass vampires and have fresh pants. He’ll even hide his jacket from you on laundry day. How is he supposed to instill fear in the hearts of mortals when his jacket smells like FUCKING LAVENDER?

God help you if you try to make him bathe. The only way he’d concede is if you really went all out. Play to his ego, its the best way to get him to cooperate. After all, what man doesn’t want to be a king for a day. Especially one such as David. Once you finally, FINALLY get him in, then it's a fight to get him out. He’ll let off soft grunts when you massage shampoo through his scalp, leaning his head back with low, grumbling moans. Sometimes he’ll have you join him, even if you aren’t undressed. Yeah, he doesn’t care if you have your clothes on, time to get in. It's hotter when he sees your shirt tightly clinging to your bodice, although he'll huff that you had a bra underneath. If you try to peel off the soggy articles he won't let you. After all, if you got to strip him down, he gets to do the same to you. He'll take his time, and keep in mind the water isn't about to be clean for much longer.

Despite his protests, and he’d never admit it to the rest of the pack, but he really does love having someone caring for him. Being spoiled by his lover has some advantages, especially after a stressful day. Just laying back, having you rub his shoulders for a good minute, maybe suggesting he come over to your apartment and let you cook him a real meal for once. Sure you’ll be telling him how he needs to be more careful when he goes on hunts, but he can handle that much. You’re his precious doll, if it means a few lectures from you then he’ll put up with it. 

Dwayne

Dwayne is kind of the silent brother bear of the group so it’s a relief when he has someone who wants to take care of him. It makes him chuckle when you fret over him. Honey, he can fly, he’s not going to fall off the roof. Even if he did, it wouldn’t kill him! He’s lost count how many times you subtly, or not so subtly, toss around the subject of a helmet when he rides around. You’ll even try using persuasive ideas such as having it custom painted, maybe adding some spikes- anything just wear a stupid helmet! Again, he reminds you the threat of cracking his head open wasn’t exactly that daunting

When you’re on a cleaning spree he tends to stay out of your way. Granted he tried to help once, but you immediately shooed him out. You got it, just go sit down and quit futzing with stuff. On laundry day he’s a bit stubborn, but as long as you don’t wash his leather jacket, he’ll be fine. Seriously, do not touch his jacket. He cannot stress enough how bad it is to try and use water and soap to clean a leather jacket. NO. No touchy! So he’ll just sit in his underwear (personally I think it’d be boxer briefs) on the couch clinging to his jacket while you go off to the laundromat a few blocks over. Eventually you bought him lounge pajama pants for when you do laundry trips. At first he didn’t want to but… well they have a badass puma on them. It’d be rude to not wear it if you went through all that trouble to get that for him.

Unlike the other three, Dwayne doesn’t need much bribery to get in the tub. DO you have ANY IDEA the last time he had a god damn shower? He misses it, he doesn’t exactly like smelling like parfum de cul (kudos to any of you who know what that means ;) ). Oh just watch him sink into the tub as you massage his luxurious mess of dark hair, you swear sometimes he audibly purrs when you do. Its one of the few times Dwayne will let himself be completely vulnerable. He won’t necessarily force you to join him, but he would certainly love it you have your cute butt nestled between his legs where he could lather you up. But, I mean, that’s entirely up to you to refuse your ripped, completely naked boyfriend eyeing you up.

When he gets injured or sick, which you never expected that he could, you immediately go into hyperdrive. While he’d rather be out riding with the guys, he can’t help but love being pampered by his princess who always treats him like a king. You’ll shove him into Star’s old bed and demand he stay put, wiping his forehead down with a cold cloth. One would assume that someone with no body heat left would get a fever. Actually, it makes it worse. He won’t DIE from any illness, but it sure does suck when he gets them. Usually a few feedings will heal him up within a day, so you’ve started smuggling bags from blood drives and keeping them in a little cooler for him. Granted you only get him A or B blood, but he still appreciates all the effort you go to just for him. 

Paul

Paul loves it up until you make him do things he doesn’t want to. Typical guy. He DIED in a freaking bath tub, why the hell would you want to put him back in one?! It would take either a serious amount of strength or bribing to get him into one.

“It doesn't even have holy water Paul, just normal, plain, stupid water! You smell like a rat’s ass, will you please just get in?”

“I’d rather smell like ass!”

Yes, he may even try to bolt out of the room buck naked. Fuck you, try to catch him now! Did you hide his clothes?!

Your best bet is to play to his most vulnerable side: horny. Sure he refuses to get in the bath on his own, but add you naked covered in bubbles and it just became the best place to be. The blonde won’t even sulk when you’re sudsing up his hair because you’re too distracted to notice he’s about to cop a feel. He’ll just laugh like an idiot when you get mad, after all you put him in here in the first place. There will probably be tub sex, because dammit he deserves something for being such a good boy. Surprisingly he actually loves it when you use the hair dryer on him. It feels amazing, he doesn’t exactly get warm anymore so the sensation of heat rushing through freshly cleaned hair is just incredible

Paul is not a fan of laundry day, just like David. Again, you gotta chase him down. He’ll tease you the whole time though. 

“Babe if you wanted to just rip my clothes off me all you had to do was ask.”

You only leave him in his underwear because he doesn’t have anything else to change into. You never realized how much of a pain in the ass white pants were until you met him. Why the hell did he even have white pants in the first place? They show every damn stain! Paul will probably come with you to the laundromat. Its three in the morning, who cares if someone sees him in his boxers? Big deal! He’d even offer to go nude. You managed to find a pair of pajama pants and a band t-shirt he could wear on laundry day because this ass refuses to buy any other clothes. 

Paul thinks it’s absolutely adorable the way you dote on him. It’s a pain in the butt, but nothing is better than the tiny notes you leave for him when you go out. Or when you surprise the coven with a bunch of tupperware dishes full of real home cooked meals. Yeah being ragged on half the day is never fun but he knows that the only reason you do that is you care so much for him. You almost died when you thought he’d been killed, it was fair you got a bit over protective after. Besides, you were still his ride or die baby who did anything for him. Hell, last Valentine’s day you even went all around Santa Carla until you found someone who made him a mother fuckin Gene Simmons teddy bear, with the tongue out and everything. Paul loves you, nags and all

Marko

Probably one of the only boys to be a bit more cooperative when it comes to mothering him. After all, he’s the one being spoiled. It’s precious when you fret over him on a hunt out, warning him to avoid any hunters, fly safe, please don’t jump off any bridges. He’ll just hug you tight and assure you he’s gonna be fine. Yeah you’ll go one about how he should have a helmet when riding or raising concern when he tries something of questionable origin from the boardwalk vendors. But most of the time he just kind of tunes you out and smiles until you’re done.

He’s a sneaky boy, you oughta know that by now. You want him to take a bath? Only if you join him. You want to brush his hair out? Sure he’ll sit still… for ten kisses. Laundry day? Fine but he gets to come with. It’s hard not to laugh at him crouched up on the top of a dryer with his knees to his chest in only his underwear watching you throw in his pants and socks. He can’t help but grin when you throw him a side eye because of the stains all over his white shirt. Sheesh, him and Paul with the white clothes.  Again, please please PLEASE don’t wash his jacket. You will ruin it. He doesn’t care if you bombard it with air freshener until his sorry ass smells like Hawaiian Breeze, but do not ever wash it

It’s adorable the lengths you’ll go to for him. Last year when he told you they were just gonna have some hot wings and beers for Thanksgiving you flipped. Next thing they know you had them come over to your apartment as soon as the sun went down to a full spread. Paul actually ended up hugging you too. It looked like something out of a catalog. Two fatass turkeys filled to the brim with homemade stuffing, easily four pounds of mashed potatoes, gravy, bread rolls, the whole fucking thing! And veggies. Nasty. Sure the corn on the cob was bitchin, but asparagus? NO. Yeah you made Marko put some on his plate and half the time he just kept pushing his peas around until Paul flung one at him. Then it was a silent veggie war. After that they pretty much came over for any holiday. He’d be all over you just gushing over how happy he is that you went through so much hard work for him, for them. Even Max did fuckall besides what he had to, the guy wanted to toot his own horn about dad of the year but sucked ass at it. 

They start coming over so often that you bought black out curtains for every window in your house. Even during the day they could sleep in your guest room without fear of the sun. Well, the guys could. You had him tucked into your own room, still sleeping with his feet to the headboard for that upside down sense and his arms tightly pressed to his chest. He absolutely loves how much you care for him, especially after so many decades of being a filthy biker boy who feasted on the living. Even his vampirism didn’t send you away. You’d even keep a mini fridge in your room stocked with blood bags in case he craved a midday snack. Sometimes he’d awaken to you sleeping beside him and just savor those quiet moments with his baby. Maybe for Christmas this year he’d offer you the best gift he could think of. Who needs a wedding ring when you can offer an eternity with your angel instead? 

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[thirsthourdemon]

Tea party headcanon

Includes: All obey me characters except solomon, and barbatos

Genre: Fluff

Tags: Fluff, Tea party theme, Pink Pastry and Pekoe Parlour! Au, general

A/N: This is a celebration cause I happen to like my new formatting. If anyone wants to be added to the taglist then just send in an ask please!

||Lucifer

-He’s actually the one that invites you and the brothers to the tea party.

-Makes sure everyone is at least properly dressed

-A mother of 7 children cause that includes you 😌

-Hates it here the moment levi said he’d wear something from some anime about a ‘demon’ butler, mammon saying that he did NOT steal the precious fine china set and beel having that look on his face that says “If I dont eat everything on the damn table, Im eating everyone else.”

-Either drink pure black coffee or chamomile

-if He drinks an ocean of chamomile but no amount of ‘calming’ tea can help save this poor stressed demon who just thought he could finally get a small break and have a lovely afternoon tea with diavolo.

-I wont be surprised if he’s even payed 200,000 grim worth of damage on the place due to his whole family

-Satan thought it was a good idea to exchange salt with sugar but he avoided this cause he...he looked into satan’s eyes while he drank his bitter black coffee with no sugar or cream.

||Mammon

-Gold laced bone china that costs about 500 grim a cup? Sold.

-He didn’t want to go but apparently he saw something that had caught his eye ❤️

-He was always invited to be the man servant at the witches’ tea parties so he kinda thought it was boring

-Did not realize how much he liked fruit teas until he came here

-Did not bother to even wear anything fancy as requested😤

-Probably tried stealing some stuff 😔

-He is on his 3rd cup of fruit tea and the orange chiffon cake but STILL denies that he liked being there.

-Chiffon cake is his thing but he will never admit that so instead he goes for regular old bread

-Defensive over paying the bill but he gives in a bit cause lucifer had to pay for the fucking stuff he stole 😤

-Was fucked with cause diavolo was actually paying and not them

||Leviathan

-Im sorry...sebastian michaelis who? I only know levi in a stuffy butler suit

-Speak like he’s talking to his masters but still trash talks mammon

-“I thumb my nose to you, unrefined scum.”

-For some reason...I cannot stress this enough...He loves...Lolita tea parties.

-Probably a Lizzie fan from Black buttler

-He strikes me as the type to drink matcha or a classic earl grey for the aesthetic but drinks bladderwack tea due to how common it is when he was at sea

-he drinks his tea in a typical lolita designed porcelain tea cup and is charmed by it so he takes 50 photos of the set for his live journalng blog.

||Satan

-A refined gentleman who wore appropriate clothing and brought a book

-He brought a little sacket or his own spice

-He usually drinks chamomile to calm down but occassionally drinks lattes but this time since it was a tea party he settled on...wait for it...

-Ethiopian spiced tea! More specifically Cardamom milk tea in the hottest temprature it can handle

-Him and asmo like their teas hot

-Satan makes me think that he goes for finger sandwiches instead of cakes or pastries.

-Has a book with him and actually his books have tea leaves in them as well because he likes the book smell with the Lapsang Souchung tea

-The ideal guest until he tried to play a prank on lucifer

||Asmodeus

-would you believe me if I told you he walked in there wearing slim dark slacks, creamy white silked dress shirt and a pastel plum ribbon tie that makes me drool?

-OF COURSE YOU WOULD IT’S ASMO 😤

-He looks gorgeous and he knows it! And every waiter/guest there is trying to get his number! 🥺

-I can see him originally drinking assam tea but he switches between that and a very specific order of butterfly pea flower tea with 1 cube of white sugar, 1 mint leaf within a minimalistic see-through tea set

-definetely a fan of berliner or a good chilled charlotte

-Indulges in conversations with simeon, solomon, barbatos and luke like the classy boys they are

-Drinking their tea like that, gossipping like mid 19th century wives in england

-probably laughs at the more energetic people

-Has the other guests at the parlour just senting him in something sweet only for their hearts to be crushed as asmo hands the sweet gifts to his sweet beloved younger brother

||Beelzebub

-You know why he’s here

-Asmo’s personal pastry trash can

-Hungry baby is eating a whole cake by himself ❤️

-Living the dream on his 4th cake btw

-Likes Cannoli sicillianis and Chou à la crème A.K.A profiterole or french cream puffs! He likes custard inside it

-He’s not very picky on his food but he does refuse to drink matcha tea without milk

-The type to be drinking something like dandelion root tea or peppermint tea

-This is the reason he can eat food faster. Please stop him. Please.

-Surprisingly even though he doesnt like matche he keeps green tea so he can gives some to belphie to help keep him awake.

-He tries to wear something nice so...Hahahaha Enjoy beel in a thick dark blue sweater

-He cant contain his cute little hair 🥺

-Uses a tea cup the same size as a mug and a dinner plate instead of a dessert plate

-Gets destracted by the pretty flowers and thinks of lilith ✨

||Belphegor

-Im sorry...Private booth with a couch please?

-He likes nuts cause they make up for his lack of serotonin and plus sleepy

-His tea is either chamomile to calm him or something like green tea to wake him up

-Only drinks green tea that beel gives cause beel knows exactly what to wake belphie up with

-He’s old fashioned he likes his tea in a some porcelain or clay though a preference is not a requirment

-Sleepy boy like private booths and resting himself on beel who’s just munching away but when he’s awake he does join the mid 19th century wives group

-Talks shit about most of the brother, except beel cause beel though a demon is still angelic.

-Has a great time there cause he’s reminded of when him and his twins were playing tea parties

-Does not dress for the occassion cause who gives a fuck

-Has told stories or at least recalled the times that lilith has made them pretend there was tea in the cup while they tried to point out that there was in fact none

||Simeon

-Polite boy that helps set up some of the servers and praises them

-ASSAM TEA YOU CANT CONVINCE ME ON THIS. He loves the taste honestly and he thinks he likes it so much more when there’s milk with it. Likes 1 cube of sugar on it and likes it bit more on the hotter side.

-Another one who enjoys sandwiches more than pastries though please dont tell luke.

-Likes the tea party so much that he wants to host one with luke so they can invite micheal and the other angels.

-Wears something nice but still a bit more appropriate.

-Probably the next host for the tea party

-does not shit talk or gossip bad stuff be he likes to join the conversations

-Adores watching luke pick flowers at the indoor garden

||Luke

-He is such a grateful person that he also brings his own sugar cookies ❤️

-He likes scones!!!! he likes em with lots of cream and blueberries

-The type to drink some sweet tea however he swears by candyleaf as the ultimate drink for him. If there’s no candy leaf though he can always go for fruit teas and something that kicks like orange blossom sponge cakes 🥺

-Dont look at me like he wouldnt play with the flowers and explore the indoor gardens while simeon calls him and he’s already back with sweet butterflies crowding him like the most adorable angel ever

-Joins the adult table cause...h-he’s...he’s old enough 🥺👉👈 (It’s really cause simeon needs to take care of him)

-He might not like devildom but he can say that the ambiance in that place wasnt absolutely breathtaking

-Wants to recreate the sweets here as well

||Diavolo

-The host of the party and is currently tending to everyone in conversation

-He thinks he should do these more often due to how successful they are in bringing everyone together

-Brought barbatos cause only barbatos can make his special tea since the ingridients are rare to fine

-His tea? Bolivia black✨his tastes are complex yes I know

-goes on board with orange food and dark chocolate. He is so exquisite, bro. An orange-scented short bread with finely tempered dark chocolate is the best thing he pairs with that black tea.

-Has a grand time trying to give luci some of his sweet shortbread but ultimately the other demon refuses 😔

-Just fucking say yes, luci. Stop being a pussy already

Taglist: @yamaguchi-stan (Special thanks to her for my knowledge in this stuff),

#Obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me: shall we date? #obey me brothers #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me x reader

[khoicesbyk]

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 1,240 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

This series may contain spoilers. If you wish not see spoilers, please do not read any further.

Also this series is a slight deviation of the original story. In the original story, the werewolf hunter is a woman. But in this series the hunter is a man.

If you’d like to be added to my tag list. Just reblog or dm me and I will gladly add you. 😁😘

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Chapter 3.) The Hunter.

The Knights Of Ossory are an ancient secret society of werewolf hunters dating back to 12th century Ireland. And much like his father, brothers and grandfather before him, Trent Moses IV was proud to be one of them. By day he’s an Ecologist studying the surrounding forests and by night, he hunts werewolves.

The Knights Of Ossory’s main mission is the eradication of werewolves. They’re considered monsters of the shadows and the Knights Of Ossory are defenders of humanity.

Even though he’s been blind since birth, he’s never let his disability be a hindrance. He grew up in the suburbs of Philadelphia, and is the youngest of 5 boys. He has always had to fight his brothers for everything. But it never stopped him, it only fueled him to do and be better. He excelled all throughout school, from elementary to high school, he was always top of his class. He graduated Summa Cum Laude from Appalachian State with a degree in Ecology. He soon took a part time job as a Park Ranger and while being an Ecological Surveyor for Sayre Energy and Power in Hunt’s Peak WV.

He used his work as a cover for his true mission. Hunting werewolves in the area. But he wasn’t trying to kill them, he wanted to cure them. He calls it catch and release.

“No one would miss a few werewolves. After all, they aren’t human. They’re monsters. They must be stopped. ” He always thought to himself.

He and his team hunt them like they’re deers or rabbits. They shouldn’t be allowed to be free to roam and destroy. He’d capture them to study them. He did so in hopes that he could find a cure for whatever causes them to turn into werewolves then release them. So he’s focused on the Pack. Slowly picking off members of the Pack to study and catching the ire of Roman.

When Trent found out that Roman was the Alpha, he made it his personal mission to take him as the ultimate test subject. He’s always known that Alphas are the most dangerous of each werewolf Pack.

Whenever they clashed, Trent always remembered the oath he swore to as a member of the Knights Of Ossory.

“They are the monsters.

They are the blight.

We are the hunters.

We are the light.

They are the terror that haunts our sight.

They are the wrong that we will set right!”

He can’t waver from his mission. He had to find out why they are what they are. Especially when they go Primal. That is when they are truly powerful and nearly unstoppable. It only ever happens when there’s a full moon out and it is truly a sight to behold. They’re wild, animalistic, ravenous and act on uncontrollable impulses. Which is dangerous to and for humans.

So he hunts in order to keep them in check and at bay. And having occasional issues and battles with Roman. He uses his enhanced senses to make decisions when he hunts. He can feel, smell and hear better than anyone on his team. He could always sense when the wolves were near. So he knew when to strike, when to set traps and when to stay hidden.

For the times he did battle with Roman directly, Trent stayed at the ready. Roman was unlike any other Alpha he faced. Roman is the strongest Alpha that Trent had ever faced. Skilled and calculating, Roman has never backed down not that Trent wanted him to. He enjoyed the challenge.

So how does Naia fit into his life? Simple she didn’t. Not at first. To him she was a dream he had that slowly became real. He would have what’s called lucid dreams about a woman’s voice. She would be singing and he’d listen to her. It soothed him. It called to him. It comforted him. He wanted to know more but as soon as he woke up, the voice was gone. But that feeling of longing and of needing to hear it lingered.

He felt haunted every time he went to sleep and would dream of this voice. It would even call to him during the day. Especially when he was hunting or studying werewolves. He fell in love with this woman’s beautiful voice. He had to figure out where it was coming from. He had to know who this mystery woman is.

Was she a woman he’d met in the past? A girl from college? A singer he’d heard sing before? Who was she?

Whenever she sang, he could feel her near. He could smell her. He could almost taste her. But he could never figure out who she was.

One night in a certain dream he heard her sing a song. She was singing Thank You by Estelle.

Sometimes I wonder, do you.

Even recognize the woman that's standing in front of you.

Listen, sometimes I wonder, do you.

Even care or realize why I took care of you.

'Cause you're my heart.

You are my soul.

You're my other half without you I cannot be whole baby.

So far apart, I just don't know.

What drove us apart in the first place now I know baby, why.

These tears I cry sure won't be the last.

They will not be the last, no.

'Cause this pain inside never seems to pass.

It never seems to pass me by.

So I thank you.

Said I thank you.

Yes I thank you.

For making me a woman.

Sometimes I wonder could she be.

More of a woman to you than you are a man to me.

Listen, sometimes I wonder, why me.

I'm here miserable while you're out living your fantasies and didn't care.

'Cause you're my heart.

You are my soul.

You're my other half without you I cannot be whole baby.

So far apart.

I just don't know.

What drove us apart in the first place now I know baby, why.

These tears I cry sure won't be the last.

They will not be the last, no.

'Cause' this pain inside which never seems to pass.

It never seems to pass me by.

So I thank you.

Said I thank you.

Yes I thank you.

For making me a woman.

One thing I learned in life.

We all gotta be ready to sacrifice to survive.

I hope she's happy.

'Cause you're the chapter that I'll be closing hope you're happy.

'Cause once my door close it won't be open.

These tears I cry sure won't be the last.

It will not be the last, no.

This pain inside which never seems to pass.

It never seems to pass me by.

So I thank you.

Said I thank you.

Yes I thank you.

For making me a woman.

So I thank you.

Said I thank you.

Yes I thank you.

For making me a woman.”

Because of her, he became obsessed with the song he heard in his dream. He would sing it to himself as a way to feel closer to her. She became somewhat of a security blanket to him. He knew that whenever he dreamed she would be there. She was an angel to him even though they’d never met.

But little did he know that the girl of his dreams was indeed real. And he would meet her soon. But he will also learn that a war with Roman would come because of it.

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could you do maybe 👉👈 2p italy getting jealous over his s/o ?? thank you so much i love this blog 🥺🥺🥺

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Luciano considers himself a very modest man you know?

He’s mature (lmao who are you fooling?), sophisticated, charming and patient (*wheezing* ah yes the patient man that is Luciano Vargas).

So why. Why couldn’t this rompicoglioni take a damn hint and leave his s/o alone

I mean c’mon you two were obviously on a date right? Albeit on the cheaper side, there was evidence that you came here for some solo time.

The small picnic blanket in the grass...the containers with a limited amount of food.....the t w o glasses on either side of the wine bottle centered on the blanket.

What the hell was going on? Luciano had never even seen this man in his life and he as just flirting up a storm

And in the midst of this assheadery his s/o wasn’t even STOPPING it.

Look at you just sitting all pretty, focusing all of your attention on this spazzatura

Don’t you know how precious that attention is to him?

He decides to act now and quickly, but with class and subtle. As you’re talking he slowly inches closer to your side until his arm is flush against yours he wraps his arm around your waist stroking it ever so softly while casually bringing his lips closer to your ear.

Nothing

Absolutely 0 reaction to his advances. 

Its almost as if his dear s/o was....immune to it at this point? (Whose gonna tell him?)

No matter, it wasn’t as if he was primarily trying to gouge a reaction out of his baby, it was a signal. A hint. One could go as far to say...a warning?

But no. As if it wasn’t bad enough that his s/o had no reaction, the offender had also allowed Lucianos very clear signal completely fly over his head.

Now Luciano isn’t mad. He’s just a little....upset. And he’s willing to give this guy another chance.

Luciano won’t make eye contact just yet, because that’s a sign of “weakness”, and Luciano won’t give the luxury that is his attention to just anyone. He is an expensive man.

So he decides to be a little less subtle after about 10 more minutes of this....whatever this is, and he lowers his hand only enough to go slightly under his s/o’s shirt. This is a signal to you saying “Come closer”

As Luciano moved his s/o onto his lap he waited, for what felt like an eternity for the man to take the hint and leave

At this point he was being prude, and Luciano was desperate for your attention. How dare it be taken away from him? 

As his final resort Luciano decided that he would have to make his presence clear and bold

Quickly yet gently Luciano tilts his s/o’s face towards him, and before they can even finish their “Luci?” he gives them a sweet kiss. Only a little starstruck his darling s/o is silent for a brief second.

Luciano continues to ignore his contender and caresses his lovers face

After a good 30 seconds of staring into each others eyes, to Luciano’s surprise, his s/o furrows their brows and hides away in embarrassment.

          “Luciano! Was that really necessary to do in front of my cousin? We were in the middle of something...”

....Oh.

Now its Luciano’s turn for embarrassment

Had he really not been paying attention to the conversation the entire time? 

Jealousy is blinding.

No matter, he’ll just play it off cool “Ah...I cannot express my love in front of family now tesoro? I feel so cheated for those times you kissed me in front of my brother...*insert playful giggle kisses*”

His facade isn’t working on you, but at least your cousins falling for it.

He laughs and leaves...

finally Luciano has you all to himse-

          s/o:“I can’t believe you got jealous over a 40 minute conversation with my relative how tragic”

           Luciano: “Jealous? Me? I would never~ now lets enjoy this lunch you’ve prepared Bella..its getting cold~”

Luciano once again manages to charm his way.. into getting what he wants

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Page 3 - Mindset - Pre-war memories of Lucy Feit,

It was late afternoon. Lucy just came back from gathering the evidence for the current case but Harrison didn’t look too happy, brushing the chin with his fingers and waiting for her to approach his desk.

- Do i really need to take these? Lucy rolled eyes at Harrison pulling out new jar of pills from pocket.

-Feit, keep it going and soon i will need to hire a goddamn cleaning service after you. Five fucking bodies in a month? You are suppose to gather intelligence, not make a fucking mess out of them. Harrison said firmly and threw a jar towards her.

- Not my fault they are such a dicks and they make my job harder. What are they doing anyway, i don’t feel any change after them. She shrugged and sat on the side of his desk.

- Without them it would have been probably ten instead of five dead people Feit. You got your medical check from the best service down there and it is clear you need to take medicine to focus better on the task, not your stupid impulses or whatever is in that head of yours.

- Fine. She sighted and pulled out a pill out of jar. - I still don’t get why are they freaking...pink..

- Don’t get upset Feit, i might have something for you after all. He waved a roll of money in front of her face knowing it will bring her a soft smile.

-This time its from me, not down there so you better don’t let me fucking down, alright kid? She nodded and snapped the money from his hand.

- To your surprise, i need you to actually kill someone tonight. He handed her a photo of a white middle aged man.

- Who is he? She looked on the photo and slipped a pill into her mouth crushing it shortly after with her teeth.

- Now Feit, that is the hard part. No questions, you don’t care who is he. I just want you to pull your boyfriend tonight to the cinema where he will be and get rid of him. I don’t care how.

- Wait...you want me to kill a person while i’m on a date? This is crazy. She stopped on chewing a pill for a few seconds before throwing her hands to the sides.

- Crazy? If you would look back on what you did before maybe you would call yourself that. He chuckled and grabbed his glass of whiskey.  - Look Feit, i need you on this, i took care of you over these months and still protected your ass even if you fucked up here and there. Don’t tell me you don’t trust your old man with just one side job? He took a sip and looked directly in her eyes, his sight sharp as a tip of a knife.

- Off...alright. She jumped down from desk and directed herself towards the door but Harrison’s hand on her shoulder stopped her.

- Hey, kid. He spun her towards him and gave her a fast hug. - I’m proud of you Feit, no matter the small mistakes. Now go. He smiled at her and shooed her towards the door. - And remember Feit, if you feel you cannot handle yourself take that medicine! Its an order! He shouted after her.

As the door shat he took the handset of the telephone and pulled it to his ear.

-Yes its Harrison, they are working perfectly, she will be ready in no time sir, you will see tonight.

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- Babe, you look gorgeous but i have to ask you something. Ian looked around  at all new decorations around the room and amount of boxes with expensive clothes and shoes falling out of the wardrobe while sitting on the bed. - Where did get money for all of that? I don’t mean to be nosey but i don’t remember you getting paid this well at court.

- Apparently looking at blood and guts instead of documents does indeed pay better. It did sound almost like a truth but Ian and Lucy had two different things in mind on that response. She was preparing herself to go out with Ian, standing in front of a tall mirror in a cherry-red pattern dress, brushing her long blond hair.

- I think you will be the main star in the cinema looking like that. He smiled at her and pushed himself up from the bed. - Hey..i’m happy you are doing this good. She looked at him, her face softened, feeling like she doesn’t deserve him but being too afraid to lose him. Just love and care for nothing in exchange.

- Let’s go or we will miss the movie. Beside after movie something better might come eh? She winked and him and grabbed his hand while leaving the apartment, throwing the jacket over her shoulders.

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The cinema was built in an old small theater, with red carpet and seats. Lucy could almost camouflage with all the redness and gold in the building. As they were looking for their sits she was scanning the room for her target. She spotted the man as Ian stopped and pointed towards their sit. They were sitting right next to him and his pregnant wife.

- Fucking great...Lucy mumbled under her nose but smiled softly at the couple as they sat. She looked with a corner of her eye on the woman, feeling a hesitation forming in her mind. - I don’t even know who he is fuck....and wife..kid, why Harrison? Ian pat her on the arm.

- Hey babe, you okay? You look worried. Ian pulled the hair behind her ear.

- I think i’m just getting a headache, don’t worry hun. Luckly i took pills. Lucy smiled at him and pulled a pink pill from the bottom of her bag along with a bottle of water.

- Excuse me but when does the movie start? The woman sitting next to them asked.

- I think in around ten minutes, m’am. Ian responded while Lucy was drinking the pill down.

- Oh thank you. I will just go to the toilet before it starts honey. You know how it is when baby kicks in. She stood slowly and carefully from the chair and squeezed out between chairs towards the bathroom.    

Lucy was patting her finger against the chair arm thinking how to do this in the cinema full of people with the man sitting right next to her but looking at his wife leaving the main room the idea sprouted in her head.

- Uh...excuse me. Lucy leaned towards the man and whispered. - I know its non of my business but i think your wife would appreciate you going there with her. You know...just to be sure she is alright. Lot of stairs and so on...might be slippery looking how they cleaned recently. The man looked at her with concern but took her word of advice actually and went after his wife.  

Lucy pulled a lipstick container from the bag and stood up not so long after the man left. - Ian, guard this bag with your life, its your job afterall. Lucy joked and walked away.

- You too? Jezz, okay. Just be fast. It starts in five minutes.

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Lucy eyeballed the inside of a men bathroom from the hallway as people were leaving, pushing the door wide open. Her target decided to eventually go in too looking how his wife was taking her time. She was focused, feeling the strange feeling of adrenaline kicking in and all the back thoughts leaving her mind. He was alone and his wife was still occupied, now or never. The movie started in the same time, loud noise coming as an echo to the hallway, dumping any other sound. She rolled the lipstick up but instead of make up the sharp blade raised from it. She slipped swiftly through the door as it got empty at that moment. Only him and his wife on the other side of the hallway.

- Hey lady, this is....Arghhh!

Lucy was not wasting time. She stabbed him again and again in the chest holding his throat as tight as she could and pushed him towards the last cabin. The iris in her eyes widened, her breath fast, soft smile showing on her face as she pushed the man down from her blade.  

- W...why? Who..? His body was leaning over the toilet, the essence of life slowly leaving with his last breaths.

- No hard feelings, i’m just doing my job..and..i don’t care. She wiped her blade with his chemise and pulled a pair of buckets, shoving his legs in to hide his body from the sight from under the cabin and making sure he won’t fall from the seat.

- Was...it..Har..Harrison...? Dear God....what did..he do to you. The man managed to speak out last of his words before his eyes closed.

-He took care of me. Lucy took a sign “out of order” from the other cabin and hanged it on the other one. She did pick the right dress for an ocassion indeed as the droplets of blood managed to blend in with the red-cherry pattern on her dress. She left in a hurry rolling the blade back in container.  

- As she took a corner back towards the main room she heard his wife coming out behind her.

- Excuse me lady. Lucy stopped, biting her lower lip but turned shortly after to her with a smile.

-Yes? Can i help you?

- Would you mind helping me go back to my seat as it got a bit darker there? I just don’t want to worry my husband and we sit next to each other anyway.

- Of course m’am, we wouldn’t want to you to slip on these stairs right? Lucy joked and offered her an arm. They arrived back to their sits but her husband wasn’t there.

- Of course, late as always. Ian shook his head but gave her a kiss shortly after.

The woman was looking around, worried where is her husband gone. Lucy pretended to be to busy with the movie and leaned her head on Ian shoulder dropping the lipstick back into the bag. The feeling of guilt was blocked in her, her emotions flattened by the chems pretending nothing happened few minutes ago and the sanity of her mind shaping away.

- Job is done, target took down, clean this time, no mistakes. She was even slightly happy knowing Harrison won’t be angry this time, maybe even proud. Although she was still pondering on the man last words but shook it off looking at the fat roll of money in her bag. It was all wrong but became her new good.  

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Note: Ok, so eventually Harrison tricked and stuffed Lucy with medicine that was suppose to help him steer her easier and ask less questions while pushing at the same time that father figure attitude - some tough love and care. Looking how her mother had personality disorder he also used that excuse and genetics to convince her easier that “medicine” will only help her to stay calm and perform better and avoid the change of mind moment. I’m not sure if calmex would do that but from looking at it, it seemed right so ye, probably her pills were actually something like calmex (thats why pink tho - in game calmex is violet but to make a pill out of it they would have to mix it with other hardening substance and it would probably come out brighter dunno, and shoving Lucy with needles would be way too suspicious in pre-war). Then she finds the actual calmex injections after bombs and keeps using them when her phobia or some past memories when they start to kick in. (mentioned in at part 10 of current pages). Gage dislikes chems so she would hide that from him at the start. 

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[heybenhardy]

Joe Mazzello X Reader:

Finding out you’re pregnant

Containing FLUFF

You ushered Joe out of the door with a kiss goodbye, “we’ll see you tonight!” You shouted to him getting in the cab and then closing the door and heading over to the couch where Lucy was.

“You two are so sweet! I can’t believe it’s been over a year since you two got together! You were both so smitten” Lucy smirked at you and you blushed, as Lucy really being your best friend, really did know all the details of the start of your relationship when you both hid it whilst filming.

“I know Luce... I honestly can say, I’m with the man of my dreams, no one has ever treated me so well.” You told Lucy as you say either side of the couch,

“I’m happy for you girl and Rami has told me how in love Joe is with you” she told you, causing butterfly like the first time you went out.

Lucy was over at your and Joes for the day, having a catch up and later on getting you were having people come over to help you both get ready for the Golden Globes tonight. Lucy and yourself were meeting all the guys there, as they had a morning of interviews.

It was only 8am and yourself and Lucy had the tv on in the background while you chatted and made some breakfast. You both fancied avocado on toast and as Lucy sat at the island in yours and Joes kitchen, you made and dished it up...

“Y/N!” Lucy laughed, “what are you doing putting Nutella on your avocado?!”

“It’s soooo good Lucy!”

“Well, I’ll pass! You’d think you were pregnant” Lucy joked.

You didn’t even react to what Lucy had said, you may have been a little in denial. You hadn’t even suggested anything to Joe, but if even Lucy could point it out, it might be time to actually check. You had been having a few signs... sore boobs, weird cravings and uh... 3 week late period...

“Earth to, Y/N???” Lucy called, brining your attention back, even though you were now a bit wide eyed, “hold on... are you pregnant??” Lucy asked,

“It’s a possibility...? I mean I have a few signs, but Joe and I are usually quite careful” you told her,

“Usually” Lucy laughed, “come on, you need to find out!” She said hopping off the bar stool in your kitchen...

—

“Can I come in now?” Lucy asked... you opened the door to yours and Joes en-suite and returned to sitting on the side of the tub...

“Wow this really escalated” you said laughing slightly with your knee jumping up and down,

“You look worried” Lucy said

“I think I’m just nervous... we went from having a catch up and getting excited for the golden globes to you helping me find out if there’s a baby in my belly” you told Lucy, who was sat on the lid of your toilet.

1 minute left to wait for the test and Lucy squeezed your hand, “I don’t know if this helps, but with the way Joe tells Rami about you, I think he’d be over the moon to be the daddy to your baby” she told you, causing you both to instantly well up.

“Thank you Lucy. Imagine if I looked at it and it was negative and we’d both gotten so emotional over nothing” you laughed.

Your laughing was interrupted by your 3 minute alarm on your phone that freaked the both of you out. Your breath was a bit shaky and you grabbed the test faced upside down. 3..2..1 you said mentally counting yourself down before flipping it over to reveal the results

Pregnant 3+

You sat in awe at the results, somehow with all those signs and symptoms it hadn’t really crossed your mind... The shock was the reality that you’d had this baby in your belly for over 3 weeks now. Every emotion travelled through your mind and you burst out crying and showed Lucy...

“are these happy tears?!” She asked hugging you, you just nodded and cried... you had a baby in your belly. Lucy helped you up off the floor and you both sat on the bed smiling, crying, laughing and talking... “Are you going to call Joe up?” Lucy asked

“No, no... I want it to be in person and then I can tell if he’s happy or not, also I might wait until after tonight” you told her and then came up with your plan.

Both yours and Lucy’s phoned buzzed at the same time:

Group iMessage to BORHAP QUEENS from Ben Hardy:

‘Started without you girls, try catch up tonight! Let’s get wasted 😂’

*inserted with selfie of all the boys holding a glass of champagne at 11am...

“Ah crap...” you sighed to Lucy now concluding the facts that you were going to have to think of a good excuse not to drink all night.

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It was 6pm and yourself and Lucy we’re approaching the venue in your cab after being all dolled up by the very wonderful team of friends who did hair and makeup when working on Bohemian Rhapsody... Approaching the venue, Lucy let the boys know where you were getting out and were meeting. You became quite nervous to see Joe... the father of yhe baby you were now carrying.

Hopping out of the cab you were embraced by all your favourite boys and finally Joe, who was taken away by your sheer beauty. “You are unbelievable.” He said with his mouth dropped, he pulled you in and kissed down your neck, “my girl” he said looking into your eyes and taking your hand to make your way down the carpet.

You hadn’t actually said much to Joe, just gotten on with the procedures of going down the carpet and now you were excited to go sit at the table with your closest friends. Sat with Lucy on one side and Joe on your other, he leant in and whispered in your ear, “darling I cannot wait to get you home tonight” nipping on your ear, you weakened at the thought and then snapped out of it realising that would he be saying that once you told him you were pregnant? To keep him out of any suspicion you just trailed your hand along his thigh and kissed him softly.

“Champagne?” A waiter chimed in, to which everyone raised their champagne flutes to get filled, causing yourself and Lucy to awkwardly shoot a look at each other, she winked at you and nudged you to pick it up. “I’ll drink it for you” and to that you held your glass and sighed a sigh of relief that your cover was not ruined.

You sat round the table and chatted away to your practically second family and Lucy swiftly took your drink and gulped it down taking one for the team, gladly, as this was the first time you seemed to be experiencing nausea... Ben laughed, “Lucy, did you just steal y/n’s champagne??” Causing all the attention to focus of the two of you,

“Please could we have another champagne?” Gwilym asked turning to the waiter that was walking by,

“No, no! I’ll just have a glass of water” you interrupted... The focus was now just on you,

“I thought we were getting wasted?!” Ben exclaimed,

“That’s not like you, baby” Joe laughed... you didn’t know what it was, but all this attention had really accelerated your emotions and you were welling up...

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Rami asked reaching his hand over to rub yours,

“Honey what’s up?” Joe asked looking worried... “I think y/n and I are just going to head out for some fresh air guys, I don’t think she’s too well” Joe said helping you stand and guiding you by the small of your back and holding you other hand to exit the crowd.

Joe had taken you back to an out of use dressing room and grabbed a bottle of water. He sat you on the couch and pulled up a chair so you were both face to face. You just watched his feet as he traced the back of your hand with his thumb... “what’s the matter honey?” Joe asked, “is it the event? Are you not well? Have I done something? Is it—?” His speech stopped when you had pulled out the test in your purse and placed it on his lap...

“surprise” you said sniffing,

“Is this real?” He asked inspecting the test,

“Yes” You told him,

“So we’re going to have a baby?”

“Yes Joe”

“And I’m going to be a dad?”

“Yes Joe”

“Wait I’m going to be a daddy?” He said finally piecing it all together... now Joe was crying, he hugged you so tight and kissed the side of your head over and over.

“I’m going to love you and our baby more than words can explain, y/n... you have made me the happiest man on this earth. I’m in love with you and our baby you are carrying” he said smiling through tears and placing his hand on your belly which wasn’t showing...

There was a knock at the door and as it opened revealed Ben, Lucy, Rami and Gwil...

“WE’RE HAVING A BABY” Joe cheered to the guys and then glanced back at you, “Wait.. was I allow to tell them?”

“Bit too late for that now Joey” you said wiping under your eyes...

Currently standing in the room were 6 blubbering messes hugging one another and celebrating your own award in this out of use dressing room...

#joemazzello x reader #joe mazzello fanfic #joe mazzello fluff #joe mazzello imagine #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello #borhap

[wcndcrful-blog]

*  ♡ ˙ ˖    /  olivia munn + cisfemale + she/her. — did you know lia’s real name is amelia williams? oh yeah, they are a thirty-five year old phone sex worker known as the star-wisher that has been in town for thirty-five years. this homosexual sagittarius can be polite + generous, as well as stubborn + nervous. i hear their soulmark is a snake on the left calf, and their soulmate looks like leighton meester. red lipstick stained on skin, the sound of coffee brewing, the feel of velvet against soft skin. penned by: lucy. twenty-two. she/her. gmt.

( trigger warnings : rape, victim blaming )

gotta have me some trash kids! i cannot resist! like this to plot with lia !

born to peter and angelica williams, amelia was the sixth child in their growing family. her father was a carpenter and her mother worked in the local diner, often keeping her children with her as she worked, keeping them contained to a booth in the back so that they did not have to pay for childcare. money was sparse but love was not. lia never had to wonder if her parents cared for all they did was shower their children with love and ambition. 

lia was a dancer from the young age of four, as soon as she could walk, she was dancing. forever on her tiptoes, spinning around the sitting room and falling into her brothers and sisters. ballet was her favourite, it allowed her to be the sweet girl she was, delicate and nimble, hair slicked back into a bun as she twirled around the room. her parents could not have been happier as they sat in the audience of all her showcases, watching her on stage, having the time of her life. 

she easily stole the hearts of all the boys at school and all the teachers loved her. lia was focused on her work, even able to buddy up with other members of the class to help them study. it was there, in study group, that she met the girl that would become her first girlfriend. lia was infatuated with her, wondering why she could never stop thinking about the beautiful girl who sat opposite her. it would happen six months later, the realisation, with her head between lia’s thighs and her hand clasped over her mouth to keep her quiet. their relationship burned quickly but oh, so bright. it was from there that lia realised she was into woman and only woman. 

her parents were understanding people, they never made their children feel bad for anything they felt. including when lia came out to them. she hadn’t entirely realised it was coming out when she casually mentioned her affinity for women, but it was well received. and now, having grown up and hearing her ex’s horror stories, she could not be more thankful to her parents for being the people they were and are. so loving and generous, kind and warm, even in the most trying of times. lia owed them everything and she made sure they knew how grateful she was, everyday. 

she left jericho to go to university, spending the next six years of her life studying accountancy. she was a smart girl with a good head on her shoulders and she wanted to make her parents proud, she wanted to be able to pay them back, in some way, for everything they had done for her and her siblings. it was there, in the midst of studying for her bachelor’s degree, that the worst night of her life would take place. a party, the most innocent of things, something to celebrate the end of their exams, the signalling of their new lives as better and successful people. lia couldn’t remember the majority of the evening, only the end of it, waking up to another on top of her. she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, she felt like she was underwater, trapped, unable to defend herself. she drifted in and out of consciousness throughout, waking fully in the morning, the realisation of what had happened to her hanging heavy over her head. a visit to the hospital and the police department proved that nothing would happen. she had been raped and they were interested solely in the amount she had drank, what she had been wearing, how she was acting. it made her sick to her stomach. when she got back home, she couldn’t bare to tell her parents. she wanted to bury it deep inside of herself, pretend it never happened. the universe had a different idea. six weeks later, lia found herself staring at four pregnancy tests, all reading positive. 

she had no choice, then. she had to tell her parents. they would never believe any story she could fabricate, they had seen the way lia looked at each of the women in her life, as though they were the moon and she the stars. they were furious, angry beyond belief, at the situation, the way it had been handled, the man who had done this to her. but they stood by her when she told them she wanted to have the baby. she knew it would be hard, but nothing, not even knowing how she had came to be pregnant, would push her to terminate her child. 

becoming an accountant seemed so futile when she would have to leave in mere months to have her child. she took a job as a waitress in the diner her mother had worked when she was a child. it seemed rather fitting and she had worked there during school and she had never lost the knack for it. once she had her daughter, phoebe, lia spent more time at home, with her mother helping her and her father doting on his granddaughter whenever he could. she was, without a doubt, the most spoiled baby girl in town. but she was the most beautiful baby, taking entirely after lia, right down to her eye colour. she had been warned at her therapy group that she might feel resentment towards her when she was born, see that night replay in her mind over and over. but she hadn’t. all she felt when she looked at her daughter was love and adoration. 

ten years later and lia now works as a phone sex operator, something she had never seen herself doing. the opportunity had arisen and lia, being the easygoing person she was, had been intrigued to try it out. three years later and she’s still there, enjoying every second. she found that she got more housework done when she worked, helping men and women reach their high. phoebe looked more and more like lia did everyday, taking after her in intelligence, too. top of her class and brainy as ever, lia couldn’t ask for a better life. 

lil extras

lia spends a large portion of her life making baby outfits for the local hospital. she hates the idea of newborn babies not having blankets or jackets to go home with. it’s something she can do whilst she works, allowing herself to become distracted and enveloped with it.

she is not a heavy drinker, but each night, she will have a glass of red wine with dinner. she and phoebe both spend friday evening at her parents, having dinner with them and her siblings. by now, they all have their own children and phoebe is the eldest, taking charge to keep them all happy and playful. 

she has self harm scars littering her upper thighs, mostly faded and hard to see through the tattoos she had to cover them. not because she wanted to forget, because she wanted to mark that stage of her life as over. 

she is an avid baker, hosting bake sales with the school quite often to raise money for various charities that mean something to at least one person in jericho. quite often, lia has been known to donate money to varying charities dealing with rape survivors and single homeless mothers. 

#jericho.intro #✦ intro / love yourself so no one else has to ✦ amelia williams. #rape tw #victim blaming tw #again pls let me know if theres anything else i need to tw for #i am terrible at this

[qqueenofhades]

Clearly, I’m a masochist. But you know what I want...

Lucy Preston does not take the decision to travel to July 21, 2014, São Paulo, Brazil, lightly. This is going to be the first use of the own-timeline technology, Rufus keeps emphasizing the fact that it’s in beta, and if it goes wrong, there is no Lifeboat for the Lifeboat. She won’t even be in any remotely conscious state to know that it did. She would be pulverized atoms outside all constraints of space and time and existence, maybe aware enough to know it and to suffer, but nothing more. It’s basically hell, Rufus says. But worse.

And yet, because of this, because of the other kind of hell they’re already living in, Lucy has to take the chance.

What she actually has to do is not that difficult. Rufus has programmed in the course, and she basically just has to get into the Lifeboat and hit a few buttons – she doesn’t need to steer, it already knows where to go. The trick is pushing it when you know you could be worse-than-dead in negative ten seconds (literally, it might happen in the past, time travel is the worst) if anything goes wrong. But Lucy trusts Rufus’ calculations, and they don’t have a choice. She has written down everything in the journal that she thinks she can possibly risk, and she feels pangs of guilt at how much she’s left out. There’s no way this can be all of what Flynn read, right? It’s like trying to study for an all-important exam with half the textbook badly translated into English by a robot that doesn’t understand quite how language works. The fate of the entire world is riding on this, and –

(She doesn’t tell him that David Rittenhouse is one man, and furthermore, her great-times several grandfather. She doesn’t tell him about Emma’s true allegiances. She doesn’t tell him about her mother, or about Amy.)

(She doesn’t tell him that it’s pretty much this or nothing, that Rittenhouse has essentially won and the world is ever more unrecognizable, that they live underground and sometimes remember a new history every day.)

(She doesn’t tell him that he was shot during that last battle against Emma and company, two days after Hiroshima in 1945, throwing himself into their guns long enough for Wyatt and Rufus to stop Rittenhouse from using several more nukes, and that the last thing he said to her as he died in her arms, as she held him desperately and had to be torn away from his body to run, was, I love.)

(He didn’t have time to finish it.)

The trip itself goes – 

Well isn’t exactly the word for it, not when she walks into the dim tiki bar and sees Flynn hunched over and heartbroken and on his third drink, grieving Lorena and Iris and startled out of his mind to see this attractive stranger walk in with a book and a miraculous promise that he can have revenge. But she made it, she didn’t Splinch herself or anything worse, and it’s him, it’s Flynn, he’s red-eyed and drunk and haggard, but he’s real and alive and she barely restrains herself from touching him, from grabbing his face and kissing him. It takes a bit, but she convinces him to trust her, to listen to her, and after that –

She supposes she always knew, in a way, that this was going to happen. He is a drowning man desperate for an anchor, there’s a connection between them that he won’t understand for a few more years, and she misses him so desolately that while she was willing to leave without it happening, she can’t regret for a moment that it does. They have sex twice that night, as he is clawing and clinging to her and she does the same to him. He is never going to know how unimaginably, heart-rendingly difficult it is for her to walk away the next morning, after she’s looked and looked at his face and reminds herself that one way or another, she’ll see it again. The younger version of her is going to meet him in a few more years. Things will happen. Some part of her will still have more time.

(You’d think that in this line of work, you could theoretically have all of it you wanted. And yet, as all of them have discovered, that is the greatest tragedy.)

Lucy goes back to her time the next morning. But as it turns out, she does not go entirely alone.

Being pregnant is rough enough in the usual course of things. Being pregnant after a trip to the better part of a decade ago, to visit your now-dead lover and give him a journal containing the key to saving the world from the Darkest Timeline it’s now ended up in, when you don’t know if Time Travel, Take a Shot! will permit anything to change at all, or shift, or erase, is –

Sucks pretty much wins the understatement of the century award. This, or any century. Lucy didn’t know it was going to happen and it wasn’t planned, but she cannot remotely bring herself to get rid of this last vestige of Flynn. She gives birth in an out-of-the-way hospital under a fake name with Denise holding her hand, while Wyatt, Rufus, and Jiya stand guard at all the exits and Connor idles in the getaway car. They check out six hours later and go back underground. Their war against Rittenhouse is different, localized, guerrilla, and Lucy went on missions until her sixth month, but it’s more difficult to do active fieldwork now. She takes on different responsibilities. Of course she doesn’t stop.

(The baby is a girl, and Lucy names her Amy Maria Preston-Flynn. She couldn’t stand to call her just Amy Preston alone, and maybe later, if there is a later, if there is a future, she will explain to Amy how she was born years after her father died, and everything it has cost. But no child should have to bear that.)

And then. Things change.

The team has known that yes, Flynn got the journal, and yes, events have started to unfold, but happening not quite as Lucy wrote down. There’s another branch of reality, a version of themselves, and long and confusing story short, Rufus dies in Chinatown in 1888, which is a crippling blow. Without him, they won’t invent the new tech, they won’t get back to Flynn, they won’t have any of the limited and fading chance they do have, and after a lot of talking, it’s decided to risk Wyatt and Lucy traveling back again to the bunker. They have to bring the tech to these other selves that are almost them, that could still be them if timelines re-converge, and take the risk to save Rufus. They haven’t lived this loss, but they remember well enough what it’s like.

(And Flynn. Flynn is going to be there. He will not know that he has a two-year-old daughter, who has been raised by the whole team and whose eyes look just like his when she’s angry, and sometimes they make jokes about her shooting Lincoln too, because it’s easier to laugh rather than lie down in the dark, alone, and shake with the silent sobs.)

So Wyatt and Lucy go. Meet the very stunned younger versions of themselves, and she sees Flynn with his arm in a sling, standing there and staring at her like he can’t believe his eyes, and she is two seconds from telling him –

But still, she doesn’t. Talks to her younger self instead, this Lucy that is almost her, and warns her quietly about Hiroshima. That maybe she can stop Flynn from going, that it’s possible he survives, but in that case, it’s very complicated, not to mention dangerous. After all, if he isn’t there, if he doesn’t sacrifice himself in a literal heroic blaze of glory, maybe Rittenhouse sets off those nukes. Maybe that’s it, right there, curtains. And if he doesn’t die, maybe Lucy doesn’t travel back to São Paulo in an attempt to save him, and all this doesn’t happen, is rolled up out of existence altogether. It’s a horrible choice to put on this younger Lucy’s shoulders, especially when she remembers having lost Rufus because of the same kind of time travel paradox. She looks like she wants to throttle her older self, which future Lucy (well, she supposes she’s future Lucy, but this to her is past Lucy, so who gets dibs?) doesn’t blame her for. And yet – 

“So what?” Lucy bursts out, at her older self’s back. “Sacrifice Flynn and save the world, or save Flynn and sacrifice the world? Am I – am I really going to have to do that? Am I going to care that – that much?”

It’s not anger, or disbelief that she could come to love Garcia Flynn enough to make it so terrible to give up his life for many. It sounds almost like terror, as if she knows she’s getting too far down that path and might almost back out if she could. “What is it with us? What didn’t he tell me? What are you two to each other? Are you even me?”

“I don’t know.” Lucy feels the weight of all the questions she has kept from Flynn, from this Lucy, from everyone, and wonders if she can ever be forgiven. “But you will care. That’s all I can say. And because of Amy– ”

Lucy Two stares at her, face white. “My sister? I get her back?”

There’s a very long pause. Lucy One doesn’t have any idea how to respond. She feels some helpless impulse to tell her about something, since she has no idea how their timelines are going to tangle again, if at all. But she can’t tell Flynn, and one of them deserves to know. Maybe this is the tipping point. Maybe it’s not. She is so tired of being the one asked to judge. She never asked to be God. She never asked to hold the scales of life and death, time and space – and yet, she does. She is not quite human, she thinks. No longer mortal. There is no way to prepare yourself for that, but still.

“No,” Lucy says quietly, looking into her younger self’s eyes. “Your daughter.”

After their future selves leave, after they rescue Rufus, after it seems like a miracle and a fresh start and everyone else is excited, Lucy has a timer in her head that is counting down to when the Mothership is going to jump to August 8, 1945. That’s what her future self said. Two days after Hiroshima, one before Nagasaki. That’s where Flynn dies. That is where, according to how things have already gone, he has to die, in order to save the world. But that course of action leads to Rittenhouse winning anyway, doesn’t it? Nukes or no nukes? So if he doesn’t go, things change, they don’t end up in the future that her older self prophesied. There’s no way to tell if it’s for better or for much, much worse. That’s the risk you take. They’ve spent so long trying to change the past, or not change it, but can they change the future? At least history gives you a rough guide, a cheat code. The unmanifest, the un-happened, is entirely without space or form. Darkness moving over the face of the deep. It is Genesis.

You’d think the future would be the easiest to change, if it hasn’t happened. But time is a funny thing, and somewhere, it has already gone by, and Lucy doesn’t know. Doesn’t know. Doesn’t know.

Flynn can sense her disquiet. Of course he can. They’re ever more rarely apart, day or night, and Lucy is breaking down with the stress of keeping it from him. At last, she finally tells him. Whenever the Mothership jumps to 1945, they have to decide if he goes or stays. If he goes, he dies, and Rittenhouse could win anyway. If he stays, he will probably survive, but it also might not matter if they set off huge nuclear explosions and God knows whatever else. He could be living in a fallout shelter when they return, or he could have never been born, his ancestors eradicated before they ever got around to him. It could be so much worse. (Or better, but that seems naive to the point of suicide.)

“She told you,” Flynn says at last. It’s not hard to guess where else Lucy might have come by the information. “Didn’t she?”

Lucy hesitates, then nods.

“She never told me.” It’s unclear if Flynn feels betrayed by this or not, but thinking back, certain things might make more sense. “Did she say anything else? About what has happened after I met – well, you?”

Lucy almost can’t bear to tell him. She can’t be sure that her future self’s daughter is also Flynn’s daughter. But she knows in an unshakable way that it is for damn sure not anyone else’s, and it makes the final, terrible piece of the puzzle fall into place. As carefully and neutrally as possible, she does.

Flynn doesn’t say anything for the longest time. He’s clearly reeling. His face has momentarily lit up in wild, desperate joy – that somewhere in the universe, even if in a place he may never see, he has a daughter, a living daughter. She is probably three by now, or four. She is a little person, not a baby. She is out there, she is breathing on her own, she doesn’t exist now (Time Travel, Take a Shot!) but she will. The promise he’s been fighting for all along, even if for another daughter. She is there. She will be. And all he has to do for it is –

(Die.)

“I couldn’t make you lose another Amy,” he says at last, quietly. “I couldn’t do that to you, Lucy.”

This may be so. This may be true. But this Lucy has never met this Amy, and she very much has met Flynn. And between the two, right now, there’s only one loss that sounds, to her, as if it would be utterly unbearable.

The alarm sounds three weeks later.

August 8, 1945.

The blood drains out of the team’s faces as they stare at it. The word has gotten around, they know something terrible and fundamental happens on this mission, and that they aren’t going to get a takie-backsie to save Flynn the way they did with Rufus. Whatever goes down this time, it’s how it goes down, and even Wyatt has gotten fond enough of Flynn that he strenuously objects to the idea of sending him there knowing that he’s going to die. But Flynn argues that they’ve already changed quite a bit from the journal, how Future Lucy remembers it happening. The future is not set in stone. By now, he says, he trusts that Lucy will go back to São Paulo anyway, whether to save him or not. It will happen somehow, even if he has to die. And besides, if he does, it will save his daughter. He can’t regret that.

There’s some confused looks at that, as they think he must mean Iris, and neither Lucy nor Flynn can quite stand to explain otherwise. As Lucy looks at him, she realizes that his mind is made up. He is going on this mission, and he is not going to hear otherwise. Perhaps there is another path that leads him away from the guns, away from the death that still haunts her future self, that was the reason she’s tried to find some way, some fork in the path where he lives. It’s about stopping Rittenhouse too, of course. But it’s more.

(Does their daughter still exist if he survives this mission? It’s the biggest, most impossible paradox imaginable, and Lucy doesn’t know if it makes her a horrible person to almost be willing to make this gamble. If she goes to São Paulo anyway, but in different circumstances, does it still happen? Does it matter?)

She looks back at Flynn. Realizes that he’s entirely at peace with dying, if it means that somewhere, his daughter is going to live. Any daughter, any time. If he’s walking away for good – he always said he would with Lorena and Iris, after all. In a way, this is no different, even though he has never met her and very well never might. This is a Flynn who knows what is worth dying for.

His eyes meet hers, and he turns toward the Lifeboat. A wry smile crosses his lips, as if he’s almost going to miss the old bucket of bolts, knows he very well might not be coming back. Then he takes a deep breath, and manages a grin.

“Come on, Lucy,” he says. “It’s time to go.”

#lucy x flynn #garcy #garcy ff #protip #do not listen to the interstellar soundtrack while reading this #as i was while writing it #unless idk #you want to go for it? #anyway i apologize in advance #extasiswings #ask

[clown-bait]

29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) Chapter 3

Alright friends things are heating up. Pennyboi learns how to deal with feelings and Leech gets a job. Some weird stuff with meat happens. Leatherface is a pure beautiful soul and must be protected. Next chapter will contain SMUT.

Warnings: Mild Nsfw, Blood, Swearing, Drug Use, Alcohol, Fluff. 

CHAPTER 3

Help.

The young vampire to be had been there a full month now and she hated to admit it but she had never been happier. This was truly a new start for her. People even stopped calling her by her original name preferring to use the one Pennywise had given her when they first met. It was meant as an insult but it fit her so well she kept it. She was a bloodsucker now after all. Lucy was gone Leech was who she was now. She had a new job lined up, new friends, a great mentor and she was even given a wig by Leatherface as a housewarming gift when her hair began to fall out. Aside from the impending death and losing humanity thing….and that damn clown…. this was nice. This could work.

Movie night at the Neibolt house was a big event. Everyone joined in even Pennywise who usually kept to himself but when Dracula insisted he join in to make a certain proto-vampire happy the clown reluctantly agreed. He hated that the elder vampire knew about his affliction.

When Dracula found out about it he had been confronting the clown over his disheveled state. “You seem less cruel to my young apprentice and you look like you have stopped feeding. You are infatuated.”

“Infat- What?! No! Leech is, she’s, well we’re just………I mean….I……..…..what do I do.” He was weak and defeated. Pennywise had never had a positive feeling like this before and Dracula was the only one other than Chucky that knew how to deal with this sort of thing.

“You must pursue her it'll be healthy for the both of you! My poor apprentice has been worried sick about her transition for weeks now! Yes! ROMANCE HER WOO HER GIVE HER YOUR LOVE.” The elder vampire was a complete hopeless romantic.

“I was just going to go back to eating my feelings till this goes away?”

“NAY YOU MUST COURT THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. I HAVE FAILED IN LOVE BUT YOU CHILD YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE”

“One, I'm way older than you. Two no.”

“LOOK AT YOURSELF BOY, YOU ARE WASTING AWAY IN LOVE! GIVE HER YOUR HEART END YOUR ETERNAL LONELINESS.”

“What part of older than you do you- never mind lets pretend this never happened.”

“YOU WILL SEE SOON ENOUGH BOY, YOU WILL SEE THAT YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM LOVE.”

Pennywise hated how that he was right about that. He tried eating more and began to look healthy again until Leech walked by in the kitchen two days later and gave him a damn compliment. Who does she think she is telling him he looked extra scary today. The nerve!

“At least theres popcorn” he grumbled plopping down onto one of the couches. Having two giant monsters in the house plus a very territorial cat required multiple couches and chairs so everyone could fit around the old antique tv.

“Whats on the menu tonight boys” Freddy says opening a beer taking up a whole lazy boy to himself.

“Something we can do a drinking game with please?” came Leech’s request from the kitchen she was busy making drinks for her new friends after she bragged she could make them killer cocktails that would knock their socks off. It also to try to persuade Leatherface to put in a good word for her when applied for the position of bartender at the newly remodeled Sawyer’s.  Dracula was assisting her while carefully watching her glances and shy smiles whenever she heard Penny’s bells. The elder vampire had never had a protege before and he had to admit her fiery personality was growing on him, shed make a fine creature of the night eventually he just had to get her past her unwillingness to change. Leech found it annoying that he was constantly nagging her about her transition. Tonight it was all about how vampires cant hold their liquor. But she liked her mentor, he was like the father she never had and she would often find herself coming to him with questions not only about her condition but also life in general.

“Atta girl Leech you're a woman after my own dead heart” Freddy shouted back the two had been bonding more smoking on the porch talking shit about people who got on their nerves that day. They did have quite a few things in common one was tequila and the other was epic amounts of sass. Pennywise did feel a twinge of jealousy over it but knew if he said something Freddy would tell everyone the eldritch embodiment of fear had a big stupid crush on someone he normally considered food.

“All right guys heres my official audition for bartender at Sawyer’s. Tip jar is on the counter for when all you assholes are blown away by how great I am.” she boasted passing out the drinks.

“Big talk for someone who's tolerance is sinking faster than the Titanic” said Chucky

“Shut up and drink doll. I’ll let my talent do all the ass kicking for me.”

“What the hell is this?” Freddy asked poking the puffy pice of spun sugar

“Cotton candy martinis bitch!”

Pennywise choked on his popcorn.

She begun finishing handing them out and as Penny picked his up his giant hand touched hers. They blinked at each other for a second. “Something wrong Pen? Did I uh offend you with the circus flavors?”

“Oh um no no just something on your um something on your face!” Dracula rolled his eyes at him dramatically from the kitchen.

“Oh where.” Leech frowned.

“Its um… no stop stop! Don't touch it. Just let me do it..” The clown quickly pretended to wipe something off her nose. “nailed it.” He thought.

Chucky's eyes grew wide when he saw the exchange. “No fucking way” he whispered.

Leatherface was delighted at the sweet drink. He even giggled when his friend put the cotton candy in the liquor and it dissolved. “So you think I got the job big guy?” he grunted happily in approval “Aw shucks Bubba you're the best!” she hugged the lovable giant murderer. Leech smiled wide with cockiness “nailed it.” She said to herself.

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“Wait you only have a waitress job??? But I thought I was applying to be a bartender!?” she complained at the giant the next day. She wasn't mad at him though it was the rest of his family’s fault probably. They Sawyer clan were a bunch of boys they needed a cute girl in the restruant to be the bait for their…. meat source. Finally the young vampire sighed “Fine I’ll take it, anything at this point. Just let me know when I start.” Desperate times call for desperate measures. “Do I at least get a nice uniform?” she asked.

Leatherface nodded enthusiastically, he brought out a bag from behind his back and handed it to her. Freddy was now watching with glee from around the corner. He had been planning this for the past week.

“Oh you've got to be kidding me.” she growled from the bathroom and Freddy laughed.

“Whats so funny?” Pennywise asked sipping a hot cocoa with way too many marshmallows

“I helped the big guy pick the new uniform for the waitresses wait till you see it.”

Leech creaked the door open her face bright red. As she stepped out Pennywise spit his drink and nearly choked on a marshmallow. She was in a tied flannel top and daisy dukes. “Who told you this was a good idea Leatherface?” the giant happily pointed at Freddy’s hiding spot who was on the floor cackling now. Chucky walked by and his jaw nearly fell on the floor before running to get Tiff. Pennywise was 100% broken. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. “Can I at least wear an actual shirt instead?”

Leatherface looked sad she didn't like the uniform. “Oh no” she thought “He's proud of it.”

“Hey hey big guy! I didn't mean it the uniforms great don't be sad see I’m going to put it away for tomorrow ok!”

Pennywise left the room quickly unable to remain there for much longer without….feeeeeeling.

Chucky walked over to him giving his leg a sharp jab with his elbow.

“What do you want doll.” he snarled

“You're a mess Jingles. Why don't you do something about it?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Your lame school boy crush on the baby bloodsucker.”

“I dont-“

“Don't even man you were practically having a heart attack back there, plus you were staring at her the entire movie night. Tiff thinks its cute.”

“Does everyone know now?”

“Pretty much.”

The clown fell on the floor against the fridge. “Then I need your…………help.” The last word was a struggle for him.

———-

Leech marched into the old house carrying the an entire butcher shop in grocery bags. Drops of cold animal blood dripped down from her purchases and Church had come out of hiding to follow her to the kitchen where she began to pack the fridge and freezer full of raw meat.

“Ok clown your girl’s home go talk to her.” Chucky whispered from behind Pennywise who was hiding on the stairway to the basement.

“Compliment her ears she's been very self conscious about them lately” Dracula suggested to him.

As Pennywise attempted to step forward he paused when he saw the young vampire. She looked to be in a trance as she put meat away finally stopping at a package of bratwursts and taking a deep inhale of the bloody sausage. She let out a small whimper and as a drop of drool fell from her lips the clown felt his breath hitch. “What are you waiting fo- woah!!!” Chucky paused when he saw that Leech has taken one of the sausages out of the package and was brining it to her hungry open mouth. Her tongue had rolled out and she swallowed the meat whole like a snake. “Holy fuck Jingles thats uh… thats some girl you got there…” Chucky’s jaw dropped. Pennywise was completely frozen unable to speak. “Well ah.. nosferatu fledglings do have a…ahem insatiable appetite” Dracula dabbed his brow.

“We’re uh….we’re gonna go….good luck Jingles…” Chucky and Drac both bolted out of the room as Leech finished the tray of sausages completely unaware and going into a slight frenzy.

She ripped open a roast now and began violently tearing the meat with her dull human teeth. She started sucking the blood through the flesh while making obscene gasping sounds as she fed. Drool poured out of Pennywise’s mouth in record amounts as he watched the vampire. She tore off her beanie revealing her bald head and large bat like ears which began to fold straight up against the side of her head. Leech’s eyes flashed forward as she finished Penny marveled at how they looked like little reflections of the full moon against her dark eye circles she was becoming a truly terrifying monster. The clown had never seen something so beautiful or smelled something so sweet. The nosferatu came down from her high panting and gasping looking at the animal blood on her hands and the drool on the floor. “What the hell just happened?” she said to herself. She heard a soft jingle and her face lit up, she quickly put on her beanie to hide her baldness and wiped her face. “Penny?!” she said asked excitedly a small blush creeped onto her cheeks. Her face fell when no one answered. “Must have been my imagination…” she mumbled starting to clean up her mess.

Pennywise had retreated to his lair leaning back in his nest panting with need. He looked down at the tall tent in his pantaloons and shut his eyes. This was bad. He never really felt feelings like desire or lust, not like this. There were maybe a handful of occasions where he was in heat and took a lover for the night disguised as a human but he saw them as more tools than mates. Pennywise couldn't even remember some of their names, he was pretty sure he ate a few after he was done with them too. But this oh this, this was completely different. This new feeling was not something he could just relieve and get on with his hunting. This was a burning need for someone he saw as an equal, someone like him. A fellow predator, a potential mate. He didn't want anyone else he wanted her. And he hated it.

As promised the next chapter will get STEAMY. So stay tuned for that. 

#pennywise #pennywise the dancing clown #pennywise the clown #pennywise fanfiction #pennywise x oc #pennywise x reader #it (2017) #it fanfiction #monster roommate au

[polyx]

Get to know me tag:^)

I was tagged by @criminalmastermine

Name:

Polyxeni

Gender:

Female

Star sign:

Virgo/Sheep

Height:

170 cm

Put your music on shuffle, what are the first six songs to pop up?:

Ok because I listen on Soundcloud, Spotify and my folders on my phone, I’ll do 3 separate :^) Spotify 1) VIXX LR – Chocolatier 2) BTS – Lost 3) MOBB – Hit me (feat. KUSH) 4) Taemin – Thirsty 5) VIXX – Dynamite 6) BTS – Moving on (Ok it’s pretty obvious that I use Spotify mostly for k-pop lol)

Soundcloud 1) Sunday – Only 2) Sofi Tukker – Hey Lion 3) マクロスMACROSS 82 - 99 - 葛城 ミサトYEBISU (YUNG BAE EDIT) 4) Vantage // - Patrick Converter (ft. Chrollo)

5) M.RUX - Rembetiko Mon Amour // ρεμπέτικο αγάπη μου 6) Seiun – otogibanashi My folders on my phone 1) Lorde – Liability 2) Clueso - Achterbahn (Handgepäck Version) 3) Incubus – Pistola 4) Lana Del Rey – Once Upon A Dream (Maleficent OST) 5) Little Boots – Working Girl 6) Banks - Haunt

Grab the nearest book, turn to page 23 and write line 17:

“(…) because “a realisation that comes from society itself” could “already contain a reform (…)“. (roughly translated from German)

Last time you played air guitar?:

Uhm… I don’t know ^^° I rarely do it tbh… I usually dance

Celebrity crush?: The first person that comes into my mind is Lucy Lawless :^)

What’s a sound that you hate/love?:

I love it when it’s 4 in the morning and my window next to my bed is open, and the rain softly hits the glass and no car drives by, or when you sit by the beach at about 7pm in Greece in the summer, when most people had their share of sun and leave the beach, and the water softly hits the shore and a seagull are audible somewhere in the distance, or when you float in the water and your ears are under the water and  you hear the water and your heartbeat… also the soft flat breathing of the person laying next to you, or the rustling of the fabric of your bedding when you lay down to sleep… Idk I like a lot of subtle sounds. I hate hearing my joints cracking because I feel like I am breaking apart or something (?)

Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?:

Ghosts not so much, aliens? Definitely.

Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?:

I’ve had my licence for 5 years now and I never crashed :3 I don’t drive much though.

What was the last book you read?:

Simon Beckett – Totanfang / The Restless Dead (original title)

Do you like the smell of gasoline?:

Hm… kinda.

Last movie you saw?:

Fack Ju Göhte 3

Worst injury you’ve ever had?:

Broke my left arm.

Any obsessions right now?: A lot, although I should focus on studying: k-pop (like the biggest obsession atm), writing/reading fanfiction, drawing (my go to instant stress reliever), gaming (I still need to finish Hellblade!!), music overall, manga, my succulents (my babies)

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who’ve wronged you?: Yes. I try to forgive or forget (or both) for my sake, but often it doesn’t work.  

In a relationship?:

Yes.

_______________

SECOND VERSION

Appearance:

I have long brown and blue hair, brown eyes and a long thin nose. My face is quite rectangular, and I have olive skin tone (but pretty light compared to others). I am chubby and well-proportioned I’d say. My nails are always short (except for holiday season because my nails won’t constantly break like during work) and usually some kind of varnish is on it. 50% of the time I wear clothes with some kind of pattern on it or colourful stuff, 25% of the time black and 25% pink shit, and always my casio on my wrist. I have 2 tattoos and 4 piercings, one stretched earlobe. Usually I wear make-up, and everyone knows me for wearing colourful eyeshadow.

Personality:

I am quite outgoing and like spending time with my friends and family and partner, but as much as I love having people around me, I need time to be alone. I just need to. I try to have an open ear for other people’s problems, but be prepared I might cry along with you because I am a very emotional person (like on Friday I was in a concert and started crying because the song was so touching lol). I’d say I am quite confident, but I need time adjusting in a new environment before returning to my confident self. At work I am the most patient person, but with my family I tend to be impatient a lot and I hate myself for it, but it’s getting better. I am very creative and love dwelling on details on random stuff (like I could tell you for an hour why I like a particular song for example). That’s also a reason why I can’t get shit done sometimes because I daydream a lot. Like… a lot… one person told me I remind them of Luna Lovegood because I seem trapped in my own bubble. I love arts. I used to be super tidy as a child, but now I am quite messy. I am often late (sorry to anyone affected by this v.v°). I love travelling. My bag is always ready for my nomad life, as I am always on the go.

Abilities:

I speak 3 languages! Also I draw and make jewellery. Also I have the ability to make a mess out of my room in the shortest amount of time, just watch me :^) professionally I am a druggist (but not the one working at a pharmacy, mind you) and I have a bachelors degree of trade and commerce. Also I’m a certified trainee instructor.

Experiences:

Well? I don’t know what this refers too… Maybe some random shit: -I used to do traditional greek dance as a kid. -I’ve never left Europe (sadly), but I’ve travelled to London, Vienna, Paris, Berlin and other cities. -When I was a smoll bean, I went to the central plaza of my dad’s village in Greece and returned with a puppy in my arms. My grandmother kept the pupper. -I love freaking LOVE technology, when I used my huge ass multitalented wireless printer for the first time and printed something via my phone I almost cried in excitement. -I can stop reading a book if it’s boring. -Once on my way home I sat in the tram, and there was a group of friends, drunk, pretty loud and happy, they were wearing traditional Bavarian clothing (Tracht), and they were …deaf! And one of the girls sat opposite to me, and complimented my hair, like we talked without using words, only by using our facial expressions and our hands, and she grabbed on piece of her hair and pointed at mine and we laughed, and then she offered me some of her vodka and I was so yolo at the moment I accepted, although I don’t accept drinks from strangers usually. I had such a blast these 10 minutes we spent together on the tram, I often think about her, and hope she is doing fine :’) - I remember as a young girl, I was sitting on an old faucet which was built in the short wall framing my grandparents’ house, and I was starring at the sky in disbelief. There I was, a young city girl, born and raised in Munich, sitting on an old faucet somewhere in an small village in Greece starring at the beautiful nightsky, seeing something I’ve never seen before. There were so many stars, just…so… so many stars… thousands and thousands of shiny dots across a black canvas. And they seemed to be alive. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Till this day, I remember this night, and I hear my mom asking what I was doing out there alone, surrounded by the wild noises of thousands of bugs around me. It has been more that 10 years, and this night is so vibrant in my memory. I will never forget this moment till my dying day. Still, I often spent time in Greece watching the stars, always in the back of my mind what my grandma told me once: don’t count the stars, it brings misfortune. - I pierced my ears on my own (…stupid). - I pretty much had my hair dyed any colour of the rainbow (except yellow, but I guess blonde counts?). - I’ve been to A LOT of concerts.

(I have some negative experiences too of course, but I don’t want to dwell on them) My life:

I still live with my parents, because I cannot afford anything on my own atm, but also due to other circumstances. Till the end of September I worked full time, now I started studying sociology (BA). I have been employed in the company I work for for 10 years now, and I love my work although it’s tough :’). I have a little sister who I love dearly, and she is making me a proud big sis:). My parents are the best parents, seriously you could not wish for better parents. I am super grateful to them for all I’ve been able to do in my life and all the love and support they have given, and are still giving me. Also, I’m so proud of them. The thought of what my parents have gone through makes me cry. I used to think I don’t have a lot of friends, but I do! And they all are beautiful unique personalities, I love them! I live the nomad live, as I feel I’m rarely home, always on the go. My co-workers are the sweetest people, I love seeing their faces light up when they see me :’) (ILY!!!) And my partner… there are no words to describe what sweet of a person he is. A puppy is nothing against him. I want to cuddle him forever. I am online a lot, but I don’t get involved with a lot of people online, safe for… 2 :’D Rach and Mine! I usually admire from afar, and fangirl in the tags for example. Overall I wake up everyday being thankful, my life is good! I appreciate every moment. I am blessed.

Relationships: I’ve only had 2 lmao, and I’m still friends with my first partner. Random stuff:

Ups I think I answered this earlier already…

THIRD VERSION

Relationship status:

In a relationship. We have an imaginary daughter lol.

Fave colour:

All hues of blue! Basically every colour but blue is the most dear to me.

Lipstick or ChapStick:

Lipstick for sure. I always have one in my pocket.

Last song:

Shahmaran by Sevdaliza

Last movie:

Fack Ju Göhte 3

Top 3 shows:

I don’t watch TV, neither do I have the time for series (I have GOT on halt, as well as “Halt and Catch Fire”) … But “The Vision of Escaflowne” is my favourite series of EVER. The story, the characters, the music, the art, the world building, I could cry it’s so beautiful. Also the whole ATLA and TLOK Series, it is so good!!! *cries*

Top 3 ships:

Oh man… ok. I’ll go for Amorra (Amon and Korra, TLOK), Truhan ( Gohan and Trunks, Dragonball Z) and basically every possible VIXX ship, because I love them all (but Wontaek though…)

I’d like to tag @valkerymillenia, @abnaxus, @coolera but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to :’)

#polyx #polyx personal

[skepwith]

Cat’s-Paw

[The White Witch tells her side of the story. Also on AO3.]

 Winter is the best season. Everything is muffled and quiet. Sleighs skim across the surface of the snow, runners swishing and whispering under jingling harness bells. The hills and forests lie covered in white, and tiny animal footprints appear overnight. The land is sleepy, cozy. It knows it doesn’t need to get out of bed anytime soon. Maybe never. I wrap my land in winter like a baby is wrapped in swaddling.

I love my country, so it’s always winter here.

My Enemy does not love the quiet cold as I do. His eyes have never been burnt by a dying sun. He is restless, improving, on the move. He campaigns relentlessly for spring.

Not in person, of course. He wouldn’t get His paws dirty. Instead He undermines my reign in sneaky little ways. He sends messages to the trees, who whisper amongst themselves, call me witch and tyrant. He fans the flames of restlessness with stories of His future coming (He’s always on His way, never arriving). Foolish fauns listen and become obstreperous, robins grow unruly. Don’t even get me started on the beavers.

I am surrounded by ill-wishers and would-be assassins. Against these fanatics and  malcontents I have taken strong measures—extreme measures, even. I would do worse to keep my country out of His jaws. The Lion will hold no sway in Narnia while I am Queen.

***

He walks to His death on soft, heavy paws, His mane hanging low. He has come alone, as promised, at the appointed hour. The crowd around me rustles and murmurs as we watch Him approach the Stone Table, meek as a lamb.

My people have gathered under a black velvet sky and a pregnant moon. Our congregation is a varied one, of all shapes and sizes, covered in fur, feathers, scales, and mottled skin, on black claws and bald grey feet and wide leathery wings. Male, female, both, and neither, we shriek and whistle and gibber, unable to contain our excitement. One of the minotaurs throws back his head and bellows joyfully. A ritual of this magnitude has not been performed here in many, many generations.

The Lion closes His eyes so He doesn’t have to look at us, the deformed and the defective. All my beautiful monsters.

Under the cool moonlight, our torches send shadows leaping and clawing in all directions. At my nod, the hags Agda and Oona emerge from the darkness and take their positions, hobbling with what dignity their age will allow. Their limbs are like sticks, their skin all ash-dusted wrinkles, their hair white clouds. Agda’s eyes are milky and Oona cannot hear, but they move unerringly to either side of the Table. No one knows if they are sisters or lovers—perhaps both—and no one but I knows their age, for they have been around as long as anyone can remember.

The two hags raise their thin arms above their heads. Orange torchlight ripples across the slab’s pitted, rune-carved surface. “Let the sacrifice be laid upon the Stone Table!”

The Lion is seized and bound with ropes. He offers no resistance.

***

His own rules were His undoing. He loves making rules: thou shalt this, thou shalt not that. It was one of the first things He did when He came to this world, back in the beginning.

When there was nothing here but darkness, He sang the world into being. So they say. I tell you this: worlds come and go all the time. They die and are reborn every minute, without His help or anyone else’s. A gardener can prune a tree, but that doesn’t make him its creator. My Enemy is a horticulturalist of universes—He guides them, shapes them, but He does not birth them.

I was here, at the beginning. I saw it.

I had just clawed my way out from amidst the death throes of my own world. It was ancient, glorious, venal, and complex—a civilization collapsing under its own weight. None of my people escaped with me; I am the last of my line. When I came into this new world, I was reborn. Everything here was fresh and fertile, humming with generative energy. But there was no chaos, no wild growth, no mutation. He was a strict midwife. He harnessed this world’s power carefully. Imagine, if you will, a butterfly bursting from its chrysalis…into a terrarium. Such was my arrival in Narnia.

No sooner had he brought forth the world’s creatures, fully formed, from the earth, than he began to lay down rules: man to obey Him, wife to obey husband, animals to obey man. It was an old scheme, and one I’d seen before. My foremother Lilith left a similar prison to consort with wilder gods—or demons, if you prefer. I come from a long line of tricksters and trouble-makers. In my family, to see a rule is to itch to break it, an urge as undeniable as the madman’s compulsion to shout obscenities in the middle of church.

My Enemy set the rules and laid the pieces on the board, claiming the white ones as His own. There was nothing for me to do but choose the black. For Him warmth and courage and nobility, goodness and beauty, everything bright and pure. For me, all that He did not want: the dark, the cold, the damp, that which is awkward and ill-formed, the crooked and bent, the hidden, the despised.

What a fool He was to cast such things aside! They have their own power, too.

For many centuries I lived in the shadows of His world, learning how to shape their magic and letting them shape me in turn. My blood turned as chill as the cold that fed me, my skin as white as the snow which followed in my wake. As I grew more powerful, the kingdom’s dissidents flocked to me—those who were punished and shamed by His laws, and many more who did not care for the rule of man. By then Narnia had been governed by a long line of human kings, as He had decreed. The Lion Himself was long gone. He liked His subjects to make their own mistakes, the better to scold them for it upon His return.

When we took power, we executed the king and his entire line to ensure humans would never oppress us again. And not one of that cursed species set foot in Narnia thereafter, until the boy.

I first spied him from the seat of my sleigh as it sped through the forest. He was standing in the snow, gaping witlessly at me as we passed. Rather small and easy to miss, yet utterly outlandish. I called at once to my driver, Ulli, who pulled the reindeer to a halt.

The boy stood uncertainly at the edge of the track, shifting from one foot to another, until I beckoned him and he stumbled through the snow. He wasn’t much taller than Ulli, with short, fair hair and pale eyes. He didn’t look like a harbinger of doom. I rarely pay attention to prophecies of my own destruction—there are so many, all invented by my enemies—but if certain predictions were to be believed, this boy was a dagger pointed at my heart. But only if he hadn’t come alone.

“Come, sit beside me,” I said to him, patting the sleigh’s plush red seat. “You must be cold.” In fact he was shivering, hardly surprising considering how totally unsuitable his clothes were for our climate. His trousers were absurdly short, showing his knobby red knees as Ulli helped him into the sleigh with a wary smile. Ulli knew how dangerous this creature was as well as I.

I wrapped the boy in a corner of my white fur cloak and conjured him a hot drink and his favourite dish. Turkish delight, he called it, a vile-looking sugared jelly in garish colours—revolting. He ate greedily, and talked with his mouth full.

“We all thought Lucy was lying about the wardrobe. Fancy her being right all along!” he said, speckling my furs with chewed-up bits of sweet. His expression turned sulky. “I suppose now I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“There, there,” I said vaguely. “And who is this Lucy?”

“My sister. She’s the youngest. She’s all right, if a bit babyish, but Susan’s no fun and Peter’s an utter prig.”

So there were four of them. Two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve, as my Enemy likes to call them when he’s feeling particularly pompous. One for each of the thrones at Cair Paravel, the stronghold of the old regime. My fingers clenched at the fur in my lap.

The boy prattled on. His sister, it seemed, had been here already and made contact with a faun called Tumnus (no doubt one of my Enemy’s sympathizers). I bit my lip until I could taste blood. The rebellion had already begun.

“You must come visit me at the Winter Palace,” I told the boy, whose name was Edmund. “Bring your sisters and brother. All three of them, understand?” No use hoping they wouldn’t find their way back to our world. This “wardrobe” business had His paw prints all over it. “If you come and live with me, I will make you a Prince, and you will rule as King when I am gone.” It was an absurd promise, but he seemed to have no trouble believing himself destined to rule over a foreign land. “Don’t forget to bring your brother and sisters.”

I sent him on his way before the magic of the food could fade.

Ulli turned the sleigh homeward at once. It slid to a halt inside the Palace gates, the reindeer panting a mist around their antlers. I leapt to the ground and strode across the courtyard, along the path between snow-draped statues. At my arrival, a great white bear lumbered to her feet and shook the snow from her fur, while a pair of ravens circled overhead, crying a harsh greeting. More of my people flowed down the wide steps as the Palace doors swung open—a white tiger, a fur-clad giant, several chattering foxes. One of my servants, an incubus, appeared under the shadow of a stone stag and bowed.

“Summon Maugrim at once!” I commanded.

Maugrim is—was—my Chief of Police, the descendant of a skilled general who had helped me overthrow the old regime. He arrived promptly in the Great Hall, flanked by Ash and Shadow, his second- and third-in-command. All three bowed low, muzzles close to the ground. They were panting but not winded; a wolf can run all day without tiring. Maugrim was the largest of the three, with long, lean haunches and a thick grey coat. “What is your command, my Queen?” he asked.

“Find the faun Tumnus and bring him to me.”

It didn’t take him long. Maugrim was clever and efficient as well as beautiful. The faun was brought in trembling, his delicate hooves tripping on the flagstones. With minimal prompting, he confessed to fraternizing with the human girl—high treason. It’s always unsettling to look into the eyes of someone who would gladly see you dead, and your country in ashes around you. I wish I could say it was an unfamiliar experience.

Pulling my wand from inside my sleeve, I added another statue to the courtyard.

They’re really starting to clutter up the place.

That night Maugrim and I lay sprawled across my fur-heaped bed, his coarse grey coat against my cool white skin. We fed each other from a platter of raw seal meat, rich and fatty, and when the platter was empty I pushed my fingers between his fangs so he could lick off the blood. He met my gaze, his eyes gleaming, and his jaws widened into a sly grin. I laughed and ran my fingers through his fur, and he licked me with his hot tongue.

Our sin was threefold, by my Enemy’s reckoning: fornication (for we were not married, as He considers it), sodomy (since we never felt the need to limit ourselves to the missionary position), and lying with animals (was it still bestiality if neither party was human?). And a fourth, the sin of Lilith: woman on top, literally or metaphorically. For a being without sex, He is rather obsessed with it. He scrutinizes His subjects’ bedroom habits as jealously as a breeder tracks bloodlines. What worse chaos than a world of mongrels? I could tell Him impurity is inevitable, but He always chooses order over entropy. And desire is so dreadfully unruly—it delights in flouting His rules. No wonder He disapproves of it so strongly. No wonder I enjoy it so much.

It was Maugrim who brought me word of the human boy’s return. Alone.

At my orders, the wolf led him into the Great Hall. Shafts of cool moonlight fell through the high windows and glowed on the ice-smooth flagstones. Maugrim’s footfalls were quiet as snow, save for the clicking of his nails. The boy’s steps echoed loudly. His clothes and hair were wet, for he wore no coat. He shivered, and his breath made little moist clouds in the air.

“Where are the other humans?” I demanded.

“They’re not far, I swear!” he said. “They’re stopping quite close. At the Beavers’ house. When I left they were having a good old jaw. They’ve probably not even noticed I’ve left.”

“I see. How long do they intend to stay there?”

“Not long, I think. The Beavers said they were taking them to the Stone Table, whatever that is. To meet with a…a Lion. Called Aslan.”

I surged to my feet and slapped the name right out of his mouth.

Maugrim set out for the Beavers’ house immediately. “If they have left,” I told him, “make for the Stone Table and observe the enemy’s movements. We will rendezvous in the shadow of the hill. If you overtake the humans on the road, kill them.”

He collected Ash and raced off. The boy watched me with wide eyes as I ordered my travelling cloak brought to me and the reindeer harnessed without bells. “Come,” I told him and did not turn to see if he followed.

Ulli brought the sleigh around. Tiny flakes of snow had begun to fall, melting quickly on the deer’s dark, wet noses. “In with you,” I said to the sullen boy, and he climbed in as before, hunching his shoulders miserably. It was not the warm welcome he had expected—the more fool he!—and by now it had doubtless occurred to him that he had betrayed his siblings for nothing. No one forced you, boy, I thought. You have only yourself to blame.

We rode swiftly through the forest. The whisper of the runners, the creak of the leather harness, and the blowing and panting of the deer were the only sounds under the darkness of the muffled trees. Dawn broke, and soon the sun rose high enough to pierce the branches. Heaps of snow began to slide off green needles, landing with wet plops. I pushed my collar off my neck, where the hot fur clung uncomfortably. More tree branches slipped off their snow, one after the other. Meltwater trickled. On the forest floor, the snow had thinned in places and left balding patches of earth. The sleigh skidded, stuttering before righting itself. A few moments later, the runners caught on something and the sleigh jerked to a halt. Ulli coaxed the reindeer as best he could, but it was no use. We were stuck.

“Curse this thaw!” I said, grinding my teeth. “We’ll have to walk. Cut the reindeer free. They know their way home.”

Slush and mud sucked at my boots as I walked. My cloak hung heavily from my shoulders and its hem was soon matted with dirt. Even after I removed it, my armpits grew damp and sweat gathered beneath my breasts and trickled down my rib cage. Ahead of us, the human stumbled; his hands had been tied behind his back. Ulli poked him with the whip until he righted himself. He had stopped sniveling hours ago. Maybe I would have felt sorry for him if my situation had been less dangerous. Maybe I wouldn’t have.

Ulli grumbled as we walked. He’d had to sling his beard over his shoulder to keep it from trailing in the slush. The air smelled of dirt and crushed grass. A patch of yellow and purple seized my eye—a cluster of crocuses beside the forest track.

“This is no thaw,” said Ulli darkly. “This is Spring.”

“Shut up!” I snapped. A strange, rapid-fire season was unfolding all around us. Oaks and aspens burst into leaf with painful speed. Tulips jostled primroses in their haste to shoot from the ground. As the temperature rose, I felt my powers start to wane. It could mean only one thing: the Lion really had returned at last.

I called our march to a halt in a cool, shadowed valley of fir and yew trees at the foot of the hill. As soon as we stopped, a dark shape hurtled into our midst. It was Ash, her sides heaving and froth falling from her panting mouth.

“He’s dead!” she wailed. “My Queen, Maugrim is dead!” Her legs trembled as she gasped for breath.

“Tell me,” I said in a voice I did not recognize as my own.

“The eldest human killed him, ran his sword right through Maugrim’s heart. They are at the Stone Table—three of them—with Him and His rebels.” Her report unravelled into a howl of sorrow.

I cannot shed tears: I am not human. This doesn’t mean I feel any less. A gaping cavern opened around my heart, as Ash’s high, keening howl rose to meet the falling darkness.

Maugrim, my beloved! My beautiful, brave, clever wolf!

But one cannot mourn in wartime. “Summon all our people to meet me here,” I told Ash. “The time has come to fight.”

She bowed her head, and as it rose, her eyes fell on the boy. “Him!” she growled, muscles quivering. “It was his kin who murdered my captain. My Queen, let me kill him to avenge Maugrim!”

“No. Custom must be observed. Leave him to me. You have your orders, Ash.”

With another bow, she loped off to raise my army.

I contemplated the boy, whose head hung low and whose eyelids fluttered. His own danger had barely penetrated his exhaustion. He was of little use to us now, since his siblings were within my Enemy’s protective paws. But no matter how many rebels took the Lion’s side, He still had four thrones to fill to complete the prophecy—four, not three. The boy could be of use to us yet.

Still, there are ways to do such a thing. The Stone Table was best, but any altar would do in a pinch. “There,” I said, pointing to a flat white stone under the shadow of an oak. Ulli tied the boy to the tree while I bared my arms and sharpened my long stone knife. The shadows grew thicker as the sun crept below the treeline.

I threaded my fingers into the boy’s fair hair and pulled sharply, forcing him to raise his chin. His throat was very pale in the twilight, and within it his pulse beat like a bird caught in a net. I looked down at him with new respect. He had been profane, but now I would make him sacred.

Just before blade met flesh, the rebel party fell on us like a whirlwind. Unicorns, centaurs, and eagles trampled into the clearing, beating the air with their wings. My knife was knocked from my hand. I drew my wand, but even I could not bespell them all at a single stroke. Instead I made myself and Ulli indistinguishable from the trees and rocks. They unbound the fainting boy and carried him off to the enemy camp to be reunited with his brother and sisters. Had I fought, I probably could have stopped them. But why bother? The boy was mine, by my Enemy’s own laws.

For Him the loyal, for me the traitors. Edmund had betrayed his own kin, ergo his life belonged to me.

The next day, the Lion and I came to an agreement. Side by side, a stone’s throw from the Table, we stood under the flapping banners of His pavilion and watched the sun shining sharply on the white-capped sea. A week ago, this bay had been ice-locked, and white bears had roamed it freely. You would never know it now, if you didn’t remember how it used to be. Across the bay, Cair Paravel stood on its lonely cliff. I wondered if He’d sent someone round to wipe the cobwebs off the four thrones.

“You know the rules,” I told Him, rather smugly, I admit.

“Yes, Jadis,” He said with a heavy sigh, as if I was a great disappointment to Him.

“It’s your game,” I said tartly.

He turned His heavy head towards me, His expression grave. “It is more than a game, my child. It is the battle between Good and Evil.”

“Yes, but which is which?”

His head shook sadly from side to side, to show how my sophistry wounded Him. There never was any point in arguing. “Just give me the boy!” I snapped.

He sighed mightily and, looking out to sea, said, “I would like to propose a trade.”

Rather than lose the human child, He offered to take his place. How He loved the little children! And children they stayed, no matter how long of limb they grew or how broad at hip or shoulder. Pity the one who decided to grow up, only to be barred from Paradise.

Four children and no Lion. Without Him, I could defeat them easily.

“Agreed,” I said.

***

He is silent now, lying motionless as the flickering torchlight glints off His golden fur. He has not spoked a single word, but His face is sad and patient, as if He would forgive us, if only we would ask Him to.

How infuriating His arrogant piety is! “Do you think you came from nothing?” I ask Him. “You are a born creature, like the rest of us! What lionesses fed you? Hunted for you and gave you the largest share so you could grow up big and strong?”

Cries and jeers echo my words. “Let him be shorn!” I cry. An ogre produces a pair of silver shears and begins to cut the coarse, golden-brown fur of His mane. It falls onto the scarred surface of the Table in hanks and clumps, until His head and shoulders are as close-cropped as the rest of His body. Maneless, He looks smaller. I bend to His ear and whisper, “You are a lioness now.” He will take this for humiliation. He’ll never understand I mean it as a compliment.

I raise my stone knife high, to the moon. Silence echoes across the clearing.

I plunge the knife, swift and true, to His heart.

Jubilation erupts around me. The sacrifice has been successful! The old traditions have been honoured! My people dance and caper, jostling me, but I hardly notice. Tears run hot and salty down my face. The world is mine now. I am safe.

At least, I will be when the humans are dead.

My forces attack the rebel encampment immediately. We fall upon them with an avenging fury, and they scramble to defend themselves. Their banners and shields are golden in the torchlight, with a red lion rampant, naturally. Unicorns, leopards, tree-people—I brandish my wand and turn half a dozen of them to stone at a stroke. They resist us valiantly, but they’re losing all the same.

The boy Edmund comes at me like a mad thing, fighting with all the fanaticism of the newly converted. But instead of lunging for my vitals, as I expect, his sword sweeps into my wand, severing it neatly in two.

I scream in rage and draw my knife. “It doesn’t matter how hard you fight,” I hiss at him, “you will always carry that selfish, frightened boy with you, no matter how many times He forgives you.” I slash at him until he falls to the ground, bloodied, but before I can kill him, his brother attacks.

His sword screeches wildly against my knife, steel against stone. I parry, scattering sparks. He staggers, recovers, and we circle each other slowly. So this square-jawed, pink-faced human is Peter. He may be the eldest, but he is still very young. It’s plain this is his first battle, and I imagine he would probably be sick if he could. I might almost feel sorry for him, if he hadn’t murdered Maugrim.

“Go back to your country, Son of Adam,” I say. “This is not your war.”

His jaw remains as square as ever. “My brother and sisters and I will sit on the four thrones at Cair Paravel as Aslan has ordained,” he says. “And we will liberate Narnia from your tyranny.”

“Narnia doesn’t need you, you insufferable idiot!” I look forward to killing him.

We trade more blows, faster and faster, until I can almost taste my victory. And then he looks behind me, and a new expression comes over his face: hope. Relief.

Dread seizes me. I look over my shoulder.

He is rising over the horizon like a sun, a battalion of supporters roaring behind Him. Somehow, His mane has regrown overnight. His brightness hurts my eyes. He gives me a headache.

He comes straight for me, haunches rippling, moving at immeasurable speed. Cats are sprinting hunters. In seconds He is upon me. I raise my knife and scream a curse.

His paws land heavily on my chest, and the muddy earth rises up to strike the back of my head. My crown is jarred loose, and I see it rolling away. Pain drives through my body in a dozen places. My breath is a wheezing gurgle: His claws have pierced a lung. Where is my knife? I can’t feel my hand to know if I’m still holding it. He has me pinned to the ground with His enormous weight, as trapped as any mouse. We are nearly nose to nose, His soft and dark, mine white and pointed. His sweet, warm breath washes over me.

“There is still time, Daughter of Lilith,” He says gently. “My forgiveness is without limit. Repent, my child, and let me save you from your fear and anger.”

I know this story. You Fell and broke, and only He can make you whole again. But the cost of redemption is obedience.

I try to speak, but my lips make no sound. I want to say, You cheated, Aslan. It doesn’t count as a sacrifice if it doesn’t take.

Of course He knew all along. He knew what He was—and wasn’t—offering me under His pavilion on the hill. Knew I would accept, knew He would defeat me in the end. It was all part of His plan. I was just His cat’s-paw. I have been all along.

I take a deep breath, and spit in His face.

He rears back, affronted. The golden fur on His cheeks and muzzle is spattered with my blood. He wipes it away quickly, licking His paw and running it across His face. When He licks it again, my blood will be inside Him, tainting His perfection.

I smile one last time, blood seeping between my teeth.

He licks, wipes.

Licks, wipes.

Cats do so hate to be unclean.

#Narnia #fic #Jadis #The White Witch #Aslan is a patriarchal douchebag

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Lucifer 2x11 Thoughts

As much as I spend almost all my time on Tumblr, I’m not a regular blogger, I do it quietly and that’s what I prefer. I reblog this and that like on the rest of my other blogs, and I do speak out when I have strong bursts of emotion (also known as ‘feels’) that cannot be contained.

And since waiting forever for this episode, I cannot keep it inside and I’m letting it all out.

You guys watched it on Monday night, where I live I watched it at Tuesday morning. Bad news, I had classes. Good news, I only have 2 classes on Tuesdays, but that didn’t stop my heart beating so fast or my stomach churning or me looking at my watch every five minutes to get these freakin’ classes over with. And I went home as fast as I could without looking weird, Fate seemed to be on my side when I hailed transport immediately and took the last seat. And I was sooooo excited for this episode I woke up at 4am, my mom usually makes me lunch when I get home, and usually I don’t finish them on Lucifer days.

Aaand right into the episode. 

I must have paused the video in every moment I mentioned here because I couldn’t contain myself from squealing and laughing.

Luci adorably stuttering

Luci and Chloe leaning closer to each other while talking. Chloe nodding in agreement with Luci about stupid ketchup while mere inches from kissing him

Their second attempt date dinner ruined too dammnit let them have a proper date 

Luci desperate for Chloe to understand. “We were having a moment. Don’t be angry.” He just loves her so much.

“She just kept me from making a big mistake.” Sweet sweet babies huuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttttt

Chloe seriously stuttering it wasn’t a date while blushing and Trixie knows better than her mom

Luci not accepting unannounced ladies anymore because he’s so upset that his and Chloe’s moment was interrupted

“It’s about Chloe.” Hook, line and sinker

In contrast with Lucifer and his relationship with God and His plans, as much as he’s disliking Mom he’s still wanting that relationship with her and looks so happy of her “approval”

denial jealous chloe is my new favorite

Loser from Lux is you, Luci

dan and maze is my new favorite too

everything in this show is my favorite

I like how they don’t have Dan’s character as the “split up from divorce and got left behind” thing. Like he really reflects what he said “People will go crazy lengths for the ones they love.” He did it with Malcolm and then Perry Smith

I SCREAMED SOOOOO LOUD AT LUCI IN A WHITE SUIT. I CANT BELIEVE I HAVENT SEEN A GIFSET OF THAT. HE LOOKS SO HOOOTT. CHLOE INTERNALLY THOUGHT SO TOOO

“Opposites attract.” CHLOE SAID THAT TOO ABOUT LUCIFER AND FATHER FRANK

“She’s spoken for.” “Hehe, no, I’m not.”  JEALOUS LUCIIIIIIII HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

BI DEVIL BI DEVIL BI DEVIL BI DEVIL BI DEVIL

I MEAN, CHLOE SERIOUSLY INTERROGATED EVERY SINGLE OF THOSE PEOPLE BECAUSE SHE’S JEALOUS

i absolutely love this show, but i mostly covered my ears and blocked the activities of Luci and *ahem* people that are not Chloe

Chloe had to ask if there was special intimacy and dinner along with the sex, wondering if Luci treats her the same with them

bUT THEN, everyone said HE was just a one night stand 

LIKE OH MY GOD, I WAS TOTALLY THEORIZING THIS BEFORE THE EP, CHLOE MIGHT BE JEALOUS OF LUCI’S EX-FLAMES BUT THEN SHE DOESN’T HAVE TO WORRY BECAUSE LUCIFER’S RELATIONSHIP WITH CHLOE IS THE LONGEST AND MOST MEANINGFUL AND THAT’S BEFORE THE SEX

tom ellis looks so good at acting hurt

Dan comforting Luci I want more of that 

maze is so adorable 

they seriously did just not with that Lucifan girl

That was the hottest car driving in existence fight me

Maze is awesome bitches

Amenadiel is like adorably confused 24/7 now

“DO YOU THINK I’M BOYFRIEND MATERIAL????”

BOYFRIEND

HE SAID BOYFRIEND

I WAS EXPECTING FOR THE KISS BUT I NEVER EXPECTED THAT

HE WANTS A MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIP AND HE WANTS THAT WITH CHLOE

BOYFRIEND

HE SO WANTS TO BE WORTHY FOR HER

“Humans and the Divine don’t mix.” I wish they would expand on why. Like humanity and divinity aren’t compatible, i wonder if it’s just that or something more

as much as i adore Luci’s hurt face please stop hurting him

“can i keep him”

Devil is a pro-feminist don’t mess with him

Lucifer Morningstar says he’s unworthy, but still he says he’s a good guy 

Lucifer Morningstar thinks he’s unworthy for Chloe and says she deserves someone better even if it’s not him

Lucifer Morningstar lists off things about her that makes her special and saying it like it annoys him

Lucifer Morningstar knows every murder breaks her heart without her admitting it

Lucifer Morningstar says her middle name is boring but says it anyway

Lucifer Morningstar being hopelessly in love with Chloe Jane Decker and doesn’t think he’s best for her

Chloe Jane Decker kisses the man who is best for her

It’s feels amazing to be a Deckerstar shipper

#lucifer spoilers #lucifer fox spoilers #deckerstar #thoughts