#and those thoughts went to peri scenarios hehe

[eliza-the-hunted]

Diabled Peri, who needs to use his wand as a cane when he walks in human form, X Disabled Reader, who needs an aide of some sort because you can't fly properly (if at all).

You feel extremely left out and ostracized, it's not normal for a FAIRY to not be able to use its wings...but Peri makes you feel better. :) Maybe he even volunteers to be your wings and flies you around or helps you stay afloat.

In return you help keep him steady when he walks or stands.

idk, just an idea I've had brewing around...alongside a bunch of other ideas, too. Some are rlly cringe tho, so I'll just share the less cringe ones. 💖

ALSO In this scenario, Peri gives me Clarice vibes from Rudolph. I just think he would be super sweet like her about it. 😭

[post-itpenny]

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Arriving at my muse’s house at three am.

I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to use this as an introduction story of sorts to my characters in the Slasher AU. Also I mentioned it in another post but Magpie and Peregrine go by their human aliases in this AU.

It goes without saying there is a bit of gore.

3am

or alternatively titled-

Cookies

“Cookie?”

The tired policeman at the front desk looked up as a plate of chocolate chip cookies was placed on the desk in front of him.

“Hehe, thanks Miss Blackwood. You know I can’t say no to your baking.”

Meave Blackwood smiled, “I’m so happy you like them Charlie.This one is a favorite recipe of mine.”

Another officer stopped by, snatching a cookie off the plate, “yeah but what’s the recipe. You're my aunt, you're supposed to share these things.”

Meave smirked, nose scrunched as she snatched the cookie out of her niece’s hand. “It’s not my fault you wouldn’t listen when I tried to bake with you as a child. Also you’ve already had four, save some for the rest.”

Juno rolled her eyes but didn’t complain, she was late meeting someone anyways.

Meave smiled as her niece left, pulling out her phone to send a quick text message to someone and moving on with her plate of cookies.

Pembroke Blackwood looked up at the sound of knocking, his sister standing at the doorway of his tiny office. A plate of cookies that also balanced a tea cup and full coffee mug.

“Brother dearest,” Meave chimed, “you should take a break.”

Pembroke sighed, gratefully accepting the coffee Meave offered. “Yeah but this one is a tough nut to crack. Let me toss this scenario out at you huh? Guy walks home taking Pine Street. Guy stops and drops dead of a bullet wound to the throat. No witnesses cause it’s like 3am. All shops down that street so no residents.”

“Hmm,” Meave hums to herself with one finger tapping her lips. She slides into a chair and looks over the files scattered on her brother’s desk. “Well it had to have been someone he knew to stop him at that time of night.”

“Yeah I thought so too, but any suspect has a water-tight alibi.”

“Oh but it must be someone he knew!” Meave insisted, “think about it brother dearest. Knows his work schedule, knows the route he would walk home, knows how quiet that particular spot is. Does he usually walk home with anyone?”

“Yeah his roommate, they do night shift at the same place but the roommate was out of town visiting his sick mum.”

“Oh! Have we called mum since Mother’s Day?”

“The UK one? No I guess we need to. Back on topic Magpie.”

Meave made a face that could only be described as a cross between a smirk and a teasing scowl at the nickname. One from childhood that really everyone in the precinct was familiar with. Magpie Blackwood, whose mind was sharp as a knife but distracted by a thousand different things at any given time.

And just as mischievous.

Pembroke reached out to grab a cookie only for his sister to slap it out of his hand.

“Not that one Peri sweetheart,” Meave ordered, “try one from the otherside of the plate. Juno seemed to enjoy those.”

Pembroke arched an eyebrow in confusion before a cold dread broke out down his spine.

“What did you-“

“Did you know it was Charlie who was stealing my lunch out of the break room fridge?” Meave asked with a cheerful smile.

Pembroke jumped out of his seat, running out the room. “Damnit Meave not again!”

Meanwhile, the laxatives in the cookie Charlie had eaten were starting to take effect.

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It was 2am and there was a man running for his life.

An hour before he was heading to bed when he noticed the figure standing outside in the corner of his backyard, petting his dog.

Two minutes later the power cut and in the darkness of the house he could not find his cell phone to call the police.

Five minutes later and the thing was inside, the man scrambling for the front door and down the dirt road his house resided on. His nearest neighbor was away on vacation. The next closest was a mile away, but in the darkness of a cloudy night he accidentally stumbled off the road and down a random side track.

He slowed to a stop, hopping his eyes would adjust to the darkness.

Behind him a twig snapped, followed by a giggle.

The man took off running again.

The cycle seemed to continue on and on. Until finally he had no energy left. Terror being the only thing keeping him going as he stumbled onto some form of civilization at long last.

It was a small junkyard. One he recognized as being a part of the bottom corner of a neighbor’s property. He had accidentally ran to where he was wanting to go anyway.

In the distance he could spot a small pinprick of light he knew to be the lamppost set up by his neighbor’s workshed. The man sighed with relief, falling to his knees in exhaustion.

“Oh, dear. I’m so sorry sweetheart, did I run you ragged?”

The man flipped around in panic. Behind him stood a small lady with stark-white hair. Her outfit old-fashioned looking, skirts and boots coated in mud. She had a satchel over one shoulder and a kitchen knife in her left hand.

“Wh-who are y-“

“Shush, shush now. You need to catch your breath.” The woman insisted as she pulled something from her satchel. “Here we are, are you hungry?”

It was a bag of cookies, the woman took one to eat herself. The man, eyeing her knife the whole time, timidly accepted one as well.

“Do you like it? The secret is a small dash of crushed cornflakes. Adds an extra crunch to them.”

The man didn’t know what was stranger. The woman or the fact that chocolate-chip cookies with crushed cornflakes tasted so good. He looked at the knife in her hand again, could he wrestle it off her

“Now may I ask your opinion? Man is walking home from work at 3am and is shot at close range in the throat. Who would do that?”

The man looked the strange woman in the eye, edging just a little towards the knife. “Uh… s-sounds like some shit my ex would do.”

The woman hummed, finger tapping her lips. “There is an ex but she was at a friend’s house that night.”

“Bull”, the man responded. Inching just a little closer to the knife. “Friends can cover for you. Ex probably called him a liar for something so she shot him in the throat.”

“And did you lie to your ex?”

The man stopped, “n-no! Did that bitch send you? I’m telling you I-“

“Thank you so much for your help dearest. I truly appreciate it.”

The woman took a step back, snatching up a pole from a nearby junk pile and throwing it like a javelin.

The pole went clean through the man’s stomach, knocking the air out of him as he started to fall forward only to be caught in the arms of the stranger.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to try this. Do you mind?”

With inhuman strength the woman hoisted up the pole till it was standing up like a pike with it’s victim at the top. The man made a strange gurgling sound as he slowly slid down to the ground.

The woman frowned, yanking the pole out of his body and tossing it aside. “I was hoping you would stay up longer but own well.” She sighed as she pulled a gun and silencer out of her satchel.

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Meave arrived at her own home at 3am to find a figure standing in front of her garage.

He wore a dark casual suit, his white hair slicked back and a black medical bag sat on the ground next to him. He was smoking a cigarette as he watched the car pull up on the drive.

Meave grinned as she saw him. “Oh Vespers darling! I was worried when you didn’t answer my text earlier.”

The young man shook his head as he dropped his cigarette and crushed the embers under his foot. “You know, most people like to sleep at this time of night auntie dearest.”

“Ooh I know! I hope you don’t have any early appointments tomorrow.”

“No it's fine, luckily I don’t have to have anyone ready for a funeral until one.”

Meave gave her nephew a hug before turning the pull open the garage door. “Why don’t you sleep in the guest room tonight then. I can make pancakes for breakfast! Oh, and be a dear and get the body from the trunk?”

Meave’s garage had a rather large and strange assortment of tools for a woman who looked like she could not tell the difference between a wrench and a screwdriver. She carefully stretched out a sheet of butcher paper on a workbench for Vespers to lay the body down on.

He switched on a nearby lamp before giving a low whistle. “You sure like to keep me on my toes don’t you aunt Pie huh? May have to just hide this one.”

Vespers looked up to find his aunt was not paying the slightest bit of attention. Meave was busy admiring the blood that had soaked into her silk gloves.

Vespers shook his head, turning to pull on a pair of latex gloves of his own and getting to work. Poking and prodding the body here and there before coming to the man’s face. It took some work but eventually he managed to pry the man’s mouth open and pull out his tongue, giving a cautious sniff.

“Rigor Mortus has already started kicking in, if you have a power outlet nearby I can do some quick electrical stimulation on him to relax the body again… Aunt Magpie?”

Meave was now frowning down at her muddy clothes.

Her nephew sighed, “if you want to go change I can do this part by myself. Also, if you still have that whisky dad left when you had us all over for dinner last week it would be great if you could bring it.”

Meave was quick to leave, coming back ten minutes later wrapped in a pink silk night robe. A cup of tea in one hand, coffee in the other, and a half empty bottle of whisky tucked under her arm.

She watched in fascination as Vespers had already removed the bullet from the man’s neck and shoved a small metal rod through it. He was now taking hold of the man’s ankle, giving a sharp twist. A soft “pop” echoing through the garage.

“You broke his ankle?”

“No, sprained it.” Vespers replied as he took the whisky bottle and poured it’s contents down the dead man’s throat. “I could smell the alcohol left on his tongue. There’s an overpass in town that goes over a construction site, so it should be quiet this time of night.”

“He was drunk and stumbled off the overpass.” Meave speculated.

“Why go through the trouble of hiding a body when you can put it in plain sight?” Vespers offered with a smile. “Could you help sit him up for a moment?”

Meave compiled as Vespers grabbed a cement block from the corner of the garage and placed it down on the table before taking the body from his aunt and slamming it down.

Vespers’ work took another hour, the construction crews would be arriving at the worksite soon so he decided to dump the body for his aunt before coming back to help clean up.

He came back to the garage to find Meave absentmindedly pushing a finger across the bloodstained workbench like a child playing with finger paints. He looked over her shoulder at the small flowers and hearts she had created.

“By the way,” Vespers casually observed, “I know you don’t normally like guns.”

“Hmm? Yes well I was testing out something close range for a case your father was stuck on. Our friend also provided some verbal insight as well.”

“And?”

“And I do believe I want to personally interview the victim’s ex tomorrow.”

“No I mean the pole, and what about the pole.”

“Oh! Yes well,” Meave smiled with a glint in her eye, “I just wanted to see what would happen.”