#which is just making me feel even more useless and grubby and pathetic

[natjennie]

I don't feel goooood :(

[monocaelia]

royalty au headcanons

what they would be in a royalty au and the sweet moments shared with them.

feat. albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, venti

genre : fluff, slight angst in childe's

❀ albedo

albedo is the royally appointed painter of your family. he's in charge of painting all of the portraits of the royal family, which is well deserved. the blond artist's brush strokes and painting techniques make all of his works of art feel so alive, almost as if they could walk out of the canvas they were painted on and live amongst the people.

he prides in his works, always making sure each square inch of each painting absolutely perfect before presenting it to the royal family. even if they were already perfect to begin with. but, as they say, you're your own worst critic.

from since you were both young, he was hired by your family to teach you the basics of the arts as well as how to properly hold a brush.

so, you could say albedo has watched you grow from a grubby child to the elegant and refined person you grew up to be. an honor, really, to watch the stars in your eyes grow brighter and brighter with each passing year.

"ah, you've messed up the brush stroke here," albedo's gentle voice points out the mistake in your technique. your ears burn from having your mistakes pointed out, but you know it's for the best. you clear your throat and try to fix it, only to have albedo sigh from beside you.

"like this, your highness." before you can even react, you feel the heat from albedo's chest radiating against your back and your hand is encased in his own. he guides your hand with his, making the brush you're holding glide smoothly across the canvas.

his hand is cold, you think to yourself, and you wonder if he's been maintaining his health properly. but in contrast to his hand, his breath is warm against your ear as he talks you through the painting technique.

it's hard to focus when you're feeling overstimulated from the proximity of the blond painter and the rather domestic position you're in; almost as if your entire body is being embraced by the artist you grew up with.

"understand, your highness?" his quiet voice breaks your thoughts. he's close to you... so close. you gulp, praying to the archons above that albedo couldn't feel your hands shaking from this entire exchange.

"i thought you were supposed to call me by my name when we're alone together, albedo," you stutter out shakily. it's then that albedo realizes the position the two of you are in. his teal eyes widen slightly in surprise and his ears begin to burn a light pink. the artist pulls away, muttering a small apology to you.

though, albedo has to admit that having you in his arms, albeit for painting, felt so nice. from the position he was in, albedo could have counted the thousands of stars that your eyes held; and he would do anything to see them again.

❀ childe

ajax became a knight of your kingdom from a young age. he was always bored from the day to day schedule of his familial job; he wanted more and nothing could satiate the need to do something, anything that could give him the exhilaration that he needed.

which being in the knights provided for him. from learning how to properly wield a sword, to sparring with the best knights in your kingdom, to being a master at any and all weapons in your artillery, the ginger haired knight loved every second. he always felt alive when wielding his weapon, always grinning ear to ear when he's sparring for fun.

despite being a terrifying machine of war, ajax would never betray your family, let alone you. he swore an oath to protect everyone in the kingdom when he joined the knights, and that included you. the one who has watched him since he was a clumsy knight in training, fixed up his injuries, and wiped his tears away when he was frustrated with himself.

the call of ajax's name alerts him of your presence along with the quick pads of your shoes against the pavement. said male turns to look at you, smile big and bright on his face. "your highness! fancy seeing you here so late. did you miss me that mu-"

"is it true?" you interrupt him. your furrowed brows and frown etched onto your features contrast against the bright expression on the knight's. ajax's smile falters a bit when you stop in front of him, holding your arm and biting your lip in concern. "is it true that you're going to fight in the war?"

ajax blinks, stunned at your question. but he laughs lowly, not helping you in your concerned state. "of course, why wouldn't i? i made an oath to protect you, your family, and the people. it's my duty to go to the front lines."

his cerulean eyes stare into your own. you take a breath, hesitating on what to say or do next. ajax assumes you're going to scold him for throwing himself into the pits of danger, assumes that you're going to yell at him because when he fights he fights with no care to his own body. he would power on through the fight until he physically wasn't capable anymore.

"would you stay with me if i asked you to?"

your question surprises the ginger knight. out of all things that you could have done or said, he wasn't expecting this.

his finger strokes your cheek, sliding forward until your jaw rests in the palm of his hand. ajax gives you a smile, endearing yet bittersweet. he wants to stay here with you, to see your annoyed expression when he ends up hurting himself again or the huge smile on your face when he does something dumb.

but duty calls. and you know that.

his heart falls when you sigh and pull away from his touch. but it flutters again when he feels something hard press into the palm of his hand, your own covering his.

"then, promise me you won't die out there, ajax. take this lucky charm of mine and stay safe. i'll miss you."

you plant a quick kiss on his freckled cheek and run off before he could see you cry. unfolding his hands, he's greeted with the delicate, red mask you've placed in his hands.

❀ diluc

being the heir to the throne of your own family makes it hard to miss the prince of the neighboring kingdom. prince diluc is a stoic and hard to please person. every time you've seen him in passing at royal balls, he has always had a frown or blank expression on his face.

but, despite what his outer expression and appearance shows, the young prince is a kind and gentle individual. at least to you. in contrast to how stoic he is with others, his warmth is always welcoming and comforting to you. if he's being honest, you're one of the few people, if not the only person, who has witnessed the genuine yet small smile of prince diluc.

when he has the time off, he writes letters to you, often complaining about how useless the knights and how he would rather work alone. but he never fails to indulge you about the little things that have happened since the last time he has spoken to you. how he misses seeing you and that the next time you visit he would take you to a beautiful meadow he passed by on one of his scouts around mondstadt.

you, his only friend who sees the young prince as who he is, and not what the rumors, nor what his title says he is.

"thought i'd see you out here." diluc's ears perk at the familiar cadence of your voice. his eyes that held the warmth of fire flit up to look at you, and his breath is taken away. underneath the gentle glow of the moon, you're practically glowing in front of him. with rich, beautiful silks covering your body and a comforting smile quirking your lips up.

"what are you doing out here? it's cold out here, and the party's inside, [name]," he scolds you. diluc's expression deadpans when you stick your tongue out the corner of your mouth and shrug. when a cold breeze flows through and you physically shiver, the red haired prince sighs and slides off his coat, throwing it over your shoulders.

"i could say the same to you. besides, i saw you out here looking lonely and like a fool, so i thought it would be nice to join you. so you don't look so pathetic." it takes everything in the young prince to not take his jacket back from you and march back inside the palace with the intolerable guests. "i'm kidding! but not about the lonely part. are you alright?"

the playful glint in your eyes disappears in that moment, captivating diluc yet again. he could never outright tell you this, but your eyes are the most beautiful he has ever seen. filled with actual starlight and twinkling with fondness for the awkward prince.

"yeah, just a bit overwhelmed with the guests inside."

you hum in response to him. "well. why don't i keep you company then? from one royal to another. we don't have to say anything, but having someone with you is comforting, right?" ruby eyes widen when you step forward and grab onto his hands, intertwining them. he hopes his cheeks aren't as red as they feel and that you can't see his blush despite the proximity.

"r-right. as long as it's just you, [name]."

maybe the young prince will find the courage to be more forward with you, ask to court you with a bouquet if your favorite flowers and a love letter slipped in between the petals. but for now, he finds solace in your company and your gentle hand laced with his.

❀ kaeya

the origins of how kaeya ended up in your kingdom's calvary is an enigma. no one is quite sure where he had come from, nor had any idea who he trained under considering he was an exceptional equestrian and sword fighting on horseback came so easy to him. every time anyone asked him about his background or history, the blue haired knight would always brush it off and redirect the conversation to something else.

despite having a mysterious background, kaeya still ended up captain of your calvary not too long after he joined your kingdom. though, anyone could have expected it considering he easily outwitted the previous calvary captain in their own sparring sessions.

during his time there, you can't admit that kaeya hasn't caught your eye. he's handsome; his laughter and taunts while sparring with the other knights sends butterflies to your stomach. charismatic and always lightly teasing you whenever you drop by the knight's hall made it difficult to suppress the rhythmic thrum of your heart.

"oh come on, your highness. don't tell me you're getting cold feet now." the smirk on kaeya's face only grows when you send him a glare. he finds it amusing that you're still trying to stand your ground despite your evident fear of the horse in front of you. "i thought you knew how to mount a horse."

the calvary captain snickers when you tell him that you are going to, that you're just not familiar with his horse. his sapphire eye follows your movements and form a crescent when his horse turns her head to look at you.

as you try and muster out an explanation on why you were startled, kaeya takes this time to slide his hands underneath your arms and hoists you up above the horse. your leg slips over the saddle of the pure white mare and you yelp in surprise at the sudden motion.

before you can yell at kaeya for not warning you, the calvary captain climbs onto the saddle behind you. because of the limited space on his horse, the blue haired knight's chest is pressed against your back and his arms encase you so that he could properly hold onto the reins.

"cat got your tongue, your highness? there's no need to be so scared, i won't let you fall. well, unless you're being more unpleasant than usual. don't blame me if you end up on the floor."

laughter surrounds you when you yell at the calvary captain to 'stop messing around.' he can't help it; kaeya loves riling you up and hearing his name slip from your lips regardless of if it's in between fits of giggles or out of anger when he teases you one too many times.

from the position you're in, you aren't able to witness the endearing look that adorns kaeya's visage when you calm down and lean into his touch as soon as his mare starts moving.

❀ venti

there's nothing that suits venti more than being associated with music in some way, shape, or form. he's a well known musician around your kingdom; knowing at least the basics of every instrument known to man and having every song he has ever heard by memory.

rumors around your kingdom flutter around, saying that hearing a song sung by venti himself could cure almost any disease because of how angelic and healing his voice is. of course, it's not true but the young bard likes to play along with it. anything to get free drinks at the local bar, right?

there's no surprise that your family hired the bard to become your piano tutor. but cheeky smiles, poetic songs regarding the beauty of nature, and lyrical poetry of the beauty you hold make it hard for you to not fall for the playful virtuoso.

a delicate melody drifts down the halls of the castle, elegant staccato piano cords resonate in each other's harmony. your fingers deftly glide over the ivory keys, eyes closed and letting your memory guide you through the piece.

beside you, venti plays your counterpart with a gentle smile on his face. a contrast to the beautiful, yet complicated composition that was being performed.

it was his idea to learn this rather tedious piano duet; you thought it was too difficult because of the complicated melodic line and technical harmonies. you recall many nights filled with frustrated tears and crumpled silk from trying to perfect the melody given to you; and venti's gentle voice as he consoled you during those nights and urged you to rest.

before you know it, the piano duet ends with a final statement of the tonic harmony. silence settles into the room as the final chord resonates in the empty concert hall, only to be broken when you shout victoriously.

"your highness, that was a wonderful performance!" venti congratulates you with a proud smile on his lips. the percussive beat in his chest accelerates when you beam at him, the candlelight making your eyes gleam as if they held the entire universe in them.

"it's all thanks to you, venti! oh gosh, i'm so proud of us i could almost kiss you!" the statement leaves your mouth without thinking and leaves the both of you stunned. one, two, three beats of silence and on the fourth you begin to stutter out an apology with a flustered expression on your face.

venti's airy, light laugh fills your ears and echoes against the vast walls of the concert hall. you want to dig yourself in a hole and hide for the rest of your life.

"and what if i take you up on that offer, your highness? or should i call you [name] now? a kiss ending this performance of ours would be way better than a bow, don't you think?"

[itswhumpday]

Hey! Whumper was torturing Whumpee. It got a bit out of hand, and now Whumpee is about to die? What they gonna do? Whumpee turned caretaker pls!? ❤❤❤

Last night I was having a hard time going to sleep after getting this. So many possibilities! I’m normally not one for Whumper turned Caretaker, so I had to wreck my brain around it, but I think I got a nice one! It got super long too, so I put in a read more. Enjoy! 

Looking through the bars of the door’s window, it was hard to believe Whumper was looking at Whumpee.

They have history, the two of them. Started as apprentices to the same master, until Whumper was tired of being a pet, ready to take on real power wherever they could take it. Whumpee never understood, never cared. Such high morals and for what? For starving in a dark cell. 

Whumper comes inside, hardly fighting a smile.  

“Well, well, how the winds changed. If it isn’t the Whumpee.” Whumper laughs in delight. But there is no witty remark in return. Whumpee only looks up at them, thin and shivering. Whumper looks down at the abandoned piece of bread next to them. “Ah, they told you it was poisoned… Or maybe they didn’t? I can’t remember if it was or not… Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” 

Whumper laughs again, but Whumpee is really not making this any more fun. Whumper clicks their tongue. 

“Come now! Where’s the witty banter? Cat’s got your tongue?” 

Whumpee’s eyes have anger on them, but they don’t say anything. Whumper growls and grabs them by the grubby shirt, pulling them up, pushing them against the cold wall. 

“Say something!” 

Whumpee’s eyes are scared now, which is not what Whumper wants. They want a fight. They want to earn that fear. 

“Did you kill them? Our master… Did you… How could you?” 

“Them? You’re worried about them?” Whumper laughed, slapping across the face. “I’m trying to have my triumphant moment and you’re worried about the person who ruined us?!”

“They taught us everything we know!” 

“They lied! They limited our potential!” Whumper pulls their collar until their faces are almost touching. “You stayed with them and look at where you are. The prized student. Why don’t we see who’s better?” 

Whumper lets them go, takes the keys in their pocket and throw open the chains on Whumpee’s wrists. They immediately rub their wrists, raising their confused doe eyes at Whumper. 

“Fight me.” Whumper says with a diabolical smile. “Want to know what happened to them? Get it out of me.” 

Whumpee stood there, trembling, looking from them to the door, as if they’re calculating if they’ll make it. They wouldn’t, but Whumper is glad to see the spark of a fighter. They go for is, but Whumper’s fist finds their face before they can take a step, sending them back against the wall. 

“Come on! Show me what they taught you all those years!” 

Whumpee’s mad now. Whumper can see. They raise their shaking fists, a feeble imitation of a fighting stance. Whumper pulls them with one movement, shoving their knee up their stomach. Whumpee falls back, wheezing, reaching for the walls, trying to stay upright. They’re bent in half. Pathetic. Weak. 

“This is what you abandoned me for?!” Whumpee seems about to say something, but Whumper punches them again. They’re tripping over themselves now. “This is the golden pupil?!” 

They shove Whumpee with all they have. Whumpee loses balance. Their head bangs audibly against the wall and then the floor. 

This fills Whumper with rage. Was that it? The big confrontation they waited years for?! The very culmination of all of their work?! They kick the Whumpee, once, twice. Their body falls to the side, revealing the blood coming out of a gash on the side of Whumpee’s forehead. Their eyes are closed. They’re out cold. 

“Haha! Yeah. The oldest trick in the book. How stupid do you think I am?” They walk to the chains, next to which is the untouched water and bread. They don’t think - honestly don’t remember - if the water is poisoned, but will serve its purpose. They walk back to the Whumpee and dumps the liquid on their head. They don’t move, the water lazily dripping into Whumpee’s mouth. Whumper rolls their eyes. “Fine! If you’re going to be like that, I’m leaving. I’ll come back when you’re ready for a real fight.” 

Whumper waits. They clean up the mess from their clothes. They have to hand over to their old friend: they’re committed to their role. Whumper is walking to the door when they hear a sound: a gasp. They turn around, thinking they got the Whumpee, but they’re still in the same position. The sound grows louder, like skin rubbing against glass. Finally, Whumpee moves, but it’s just their chest moving in spasms. 

“You’re kidding.” Whumper kneels down next to them, grabbing their face and turning it to the side. The water that dripped into their mouth comes out of it, mixing with the blood that’s forming a small puddle. But that doesn’t solve the problem. The sound coming from their throat grows rougher and huskier. “You have got to be kidding me!” 

They begrudgingly grab the Whumpee’s hand, looking for a pulse. But they can’t concentrate, because the sound is dimming now. When Whumper puts their hand to their nose, they don’t feel a thing. Whumpee’s chest has gone still. 

“No, you idiot! You absolute idiot! They still haven’t come for you! I still don’t have them!” They stop just short of saying they need them. It’s not true. They’re leverage - good, but not essential. And yet… Going through all this trouble would be a waste. “Help! I need a med team!”

It’d be useless. The dungeon was notorious for being deserted - so no prisoners could have contact. They’d have to take them to the med bay. 

What are they even thinking?! If this is a trick, their new master would end them. They stand up waiting. They’ll have to breathe eventually.  But as seconds pass, all that changes is their blues getting a bluish tint. 

“Shit.”

They grab Whumpee and raise them in their arms. There is no resistance. Whumpee’s head falls back, their mouth agape, but no air coming in or out. They’re light, much lighter than they used to be. Whumper feels the poke of several pointy bones that didn’t used to be there. There is a pang of guilt that they shove away. 

Whumper gets out of the cell, running up the corridor and up the stairs. They find the med bay soon enough, glad it’s empty. They drop Whumpee on it. Their limbs spread in awkward angles. Their head is tilted back, almost falling form the table, unveiling a sliver of the sclera. 

They find the ambu bag and hold it over their mouth, pushing on it twice. They put their hand to their neck again, looking for a pulse. It’s sporadic and weird, as an interference rather than a rhythm. While they push the bag again, they hook up the heart monitor, that shows exactly what they thought. 

“Damn it.” 

The numbers on the monitor are dropping. Whumper puts the bag to the side and start compressing, keeping count silently. Their anger helps them push and Whumpee’s body is shaken with every compression. They take the bag again, pushing air into the body. 

Whumper doesn’t know how long they’ve been doing this when the machine beeps, letting them know there’s a shockable rhythm. Whumper lets out a smile, even though they feel like passing out. 

“Maybe this situation isn’t so bad.” 

Whumper pulls open Whumpee’s shirt. The bruises of their kick are starting to show very slightly. Whumper takes the defibrillator, charging the paddles. Since there’s no one to clear, they just shock Whumpee’s chest. It hikes up, and then falls again. When Whumper pulls away, they notice the burns. They forgot the gel. Oh, well. 

The monitor tells them it wasn’t enough. 

They compress, they press the bag, they shock again. This time, Whumpee gasps. But the sound is much like the ones they made in the cell. Not enough. Their lids are fluttering, as if they’re having a terrible dream. Whumper keeps compressing and pushing air into their lungs. Their arms are getting tired, they’re tired of all of this. 

“Last chance, golden pupil. I’m going to leave you here like I did that day.” They set the machine as far as it can go. A shock this hard could end them for good - and Whumper is wondering if this isn’t what they want after all. They charge, they clear, the pads meet the bare skin. 

Whumpee’s body raises higher than before, shaking madly. Whumper is supposed to take it off, but they keep it there, the strength of their anger keeping them there. For a second, they’re Frankenstein and it’s monster. Until reason made them pull away. Whumper throws the defibrillator to the side, letting out a frustrated scream. 

But as they stop to listen, they hear the heart monitor climbing up to a normal rhythm. When they look back, Whumpee is gasping again, but this time, their chest is raising and falling. 

“Motherfucker… They always come through.” Whumper wonders if they should have taken the opportunity. It was too good. Their hand even wraps around Whumpee’s neck ever so slightly. But when Whumpee blindly touches their hand, trying to fight them, they know it’s no use. They never had this instinct to fight and this is why Master had chosen them. 

Whumper puts an oxygen mask around their face to help them breathe. They’ll have to go back to their cell, of course, while they wait for their old master to strike. But just for now, Whumper can secretly look after their old friend. That was it! I loved writing this!  As always, if you have a request, my askbox is always open.  If you enjoy the stuff here on my blog, consider giving me a tip on Ko-fi!

[spooky-raccoon]

Years Later (Part 9)

Pennywise x Female Reader

Part 9 to Years Later

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Present day

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        I hadn’t meant to sleep so long but when I woke up again it I could see through my curtains that it was pitch black outside.  Taking a look at my clock it was well past eight.  I had slept the entire day away.  With a few strained grunts I got up from bed.  My body felt a little bit better after getting some more needed rest, but I was starving and needed a shower badly.  Pennywise hadn’t done too well of a job cleaning me up and I could still feel dirty from what we had done.  It took some time to peel off the bandages that were still on me but once they were off I took a long, hot shower.  The water and soap stung against the cuts and bites, but it was worth it to feel refreshed at the end.  With my shower done and a night gown on me I left to the kitchen.

         “Little (Y/N) is awake finally.”  Pennywise’s sing song voice came from the kitchen as I was in the hallway.  I jumped back which made me hiss out a little from the pain in my legs.

        “What are you doing here, Pennywise?  You usually don’t come back for a while after a romp.”  I made it around the corner and leaned against the door frame to the kitchen.  At first my eyes fell on the clown then the blood on him.  That’s when my eyes widened to see that half of my kitchen floor was covered in blood and on the counter looked like a leg and an arm.  “Pennywise!  What the fuck are you doing!?”  My eyes widened as I backed up and met the wall.

         “Getting food ready.  Food for you.”  He had an arm in his hand and he used it to point at me.  “For little one.”  He then pointed the hand toward my stomach.

          “Wh-” I looked down toward my stomach and that’s when it hit me. He had put an egg in me.  My legs started to shake, and I could feel myself getting uneasy.  Before I could fall though, Pennywise was in front of me and caught me.

         “Said you wished for a little family of your own.  Since you’re my human, little (Y/N), I gave you a child.” He had such a proud smile and I wanted to slap it right off of him.

          “With someone I could have a family with.  Someone that wasn’t a human eating clown.”  Words felt strained and I desperately held onto him to keep myself up.  There was a hurt look in his eyes, I swear but I had never seen a look like that before on him.

         “Will have a family.”  One of his hands cupped my stomach where he gently caressed.  “A family you wanted.  Get to watch them grow and they too will have children of their own.  We can have so many little ones together.  Yes, yes.” There was such a proud grin on his face and a possessive tone in his voice.

        My hand went through my hair and stayed there as I tried to process it all.  A child. With Pennywise.  I’d be stuck with him for eternity or until he found me less than useful in some way.  And of course, he would.  He had told me of past playthings that he had happily devoured once they served their purpose.  He even showed me the few remaining bodies that had been floating around the cistern pile. Hell, I didn’t even know my purpose to him.  He loved to scare me and use me for sex.  There would be others he could do that with.  Would I be useless after this child was born?  Or the next?  Would I just be a breeding guinea pig for him until he ripped the heart from my chest? It already felt like it was being ripped out so I’m not sure if I could feel the difference if he did or didn’t.

          I had to push away from him, and I stumbled into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.  I could hear his footsteps for a moment until I emptied what little I had in my stomach. After a few heaves I put my face in my hands, closing my eyes.  He wanted me to carry his offspring and he wanted me to eat… human flesh.  He wanted me to eat like him and the thought brought another bought of heaving.  I didn’t even see Pennywise standing at my side as I finished the second wave and flushed the toilet of its contents.

         “Shouldn’t be having morning sickness yet.  Far too early.”  Pennywise crouched down to be level with me and I glared at him.

         “It’s not morning sickness, Pennywise.  I’m disgusted.  I’m terrified!”  I plopped onto my ass and scooted away from him though he followed me until I hit the wall. “Why did you give me a child?”  My eyes faltered from his face as he sat in front of me on his hands and knees like some kind of predator to its prey.

         “What better way to claim you?  Make you mine?”  He licked the drool that threatened to fall to the floor that had hung on his lip.  “You wanted a family.  You said yourself that you would do anything for your little family.” All those years ago I had said I would. It was still true.  I didn’t have the energy to push away from him as he scooped me up in his arms.  He moved to cradle me in his lap, and I couldn’t help but seek comfort as I held onto his costume, my face burying in the ruffles of his collar.  “You are my little (Y/N).  And this will be our little one.”  He poked my stomach.  “When they arrive and grow I will show them how to hunt.  They will thrive and be a new breed of terror for this pathetic planet.” God, he was so proud and eager. His face lit up with every word.

          “Why….me?”  My voice was barely over a croak, my mind still reeling from it all.  “Why me when you’re just going to kill me when you’re bored of me?”

          Pennywise this time had a brow raise up.  It was odd seeing him confused and his confusion confused me. Then he chuckled as if nothing was wrong in the world and shook his head.

          “No, no, no little (Y/N).  If I had meant to kill you I would have done it well before my long rest. Much, much before.  My energy is far too precious to me to waste it on my toys and food.”  He leaned me back so I could see him, and I only let out a pathetic whimper at the pain in my stomach from emptying it.  “I said you were mine.  Claimed you as mine.  Why I made sure you stayed in Derry and those pathetic human males stayed away from you. Couldn’t risk them getting their grubby little hands all over you when you belong to me.”  As he spoke his eyes changed from baby blue to their piercing gold. “No one gets to have you.  No one but Pennywise.  All mine.”  His large, gloved hand gently caressed my face despite the harshness of his words. The room felt like it was spinning so I shut my eyes, letting out another pathetic whine.

        For a while Pennywise just held me as I did what little I could to recover.  With ease he stood up with me still limp in his hold.  He whistled a jaunty tune to himself as he carried me through the hall and set me down on the couch.  With one hand he flicked he made appear a glass of water which he held out to me. I glanced at him then to the water which I took, taking my time to sip it.  It felt weird on my empty stomach, but I was parched.  With another flick a plate appeared with an assortment of meat, all cooked.  I shook my head and Pennywise laughed, amused at my disgust.

         “Not human yet little one.  Will be working that slowly into your diet as baby grows.  For now, just need you to eat more meats.  Less veggies.  That sort of thing.”  He held the plate closer to me and after a few seconds I took it.  

        He seemed pleased, grinning wide as I started to nibble on the meats.  He was right, it was just ham and beef.  With that he sat down on the couch beside me and I could feel him staring at me the whole time. Once my plate was empty he snatched it away and tossed it behind him.  I thought I would hear it shatter but it never did.  When my glass of water became empty it was suddenly refilled with more ice this time.  It was strange and foreign to have him be so nice.  So possessive of the little things I was doing like when I had to get up to use the restroom.  He insisted on carrying me to and from the bathroom.  Part of me was thankful.  My legs were still sore and putting weight on them wasn’t helping me.

        Exhaustion still had it’s hold on me that night and I found myself falling asleep on the couch, curled up in Pennywise’s lap after he had brought me back to the couch.  There was a point I was fading in and out of consciousness and I could feel Pennywise’s hand resting on top of my stomach.  My ears strained as I tried to listen to what he was saying but I realized he was speaking in a language I didn’t recognize or probably didn’t exist to anyone but him.  Before I could ask I fell back asleep.  There was always another time to ask him.  For now, I needed to rest and try to make sense of what was becoming my life now.

[digressfromreality]

That’s The Point, Own Up To It

Synopsis: "I told you that if you got involved with me, I would corrupt all your hearts desires. It will leech into every dream, giving you everything you wanted in the worse possible way.“ Joker stated. And Harley did just that. My interpretation of what the baby clothes meant and the reason of Harley’s dreams induced by Enchantress.

"Own up to it!” Harley taunted El Diablo. Someone who kills children…their children, they have to live with it!

But you didn’t Harley. Harleen whispered.

That wasn’t my fault, that boy-

You provoked them Harley.

“You own up to what you’ve done!” Her breathing ragged. If you’re going to do the dirty, you better admit it. She hated no one more than liars. Child killers. A life, that he created-

You created-

Stop that! I didn’t kill them! He took them from me, from Puddin and me!

You could have stopped it.

SHUT UP HARLEEN!

-

“You’re putting on a bit of,” he jab her side with the semi-automatic, before settling behind her ear, “weight. Harls?” She chewed her painted lip, worried. “Oh, uoo, you look at bit nervous.” He circled her again, this time nearly nose to nose with her. “What is it babydoll?" Don’t fall for it Harley. He nipped at her and she reciprocated, smiling at her man.

"Well Puddin, we’re gunna be a family! A real one.” Joker’s stare didn’t waver, his smile never wander. The excitement she slowly fell, dying a bit in her eyes of course, he could tell. Thoughts were burning through his mind, when did this happen? How hadn’t he notice? Had he been gone that long? How did this happen? He knew, he knew when exactly, oh yes, there was red, so much red!

“Back off Har-ley,” he kicked her over as she wiped her mouth, “we have guests.” Her hands flew over to adjust his pants, Mistah J definitely wouldn’t want to be undressed for visits, no he wou- Joker grabbed her face and shoved her hard to the floor. He glared down at his doll, wagging his finger. Dolls do what their told. “Boys, boys what a surprise. A surprise indeed.” The men approached him cautiously. Nobody really knew how to handle the clown gangster. Try not to piss him off and that was really it. But how to not to set off an impending bomb, that wasn’t something that anyone was prepared for. The trigger was always different.

“Joker.” They greeted. Both flinch upon hearing a crunch of glass. Harley was pouring herself a shot, almost looking mildly offended for becoming center of attention.

“What? Boys thirsty?” She barked at them. They flinched again, she was just as bat shit crazy as him. Both vigorously shook their heads, she shrugged nonchalant. “More for me.” Joker slammed his hands on the countertop, gaining their attention once again. Harley giggled.

“There a reason for this little, said, get together?” Joker gestured, rubbing his thumb and pointer finger together, money. He smiled wickedly.

“We wanted to hash out the deal. Prices are increasing.” To which, Joker, smiled some more. He watched Harley approach the smaller of the two men. She nuzzled her face into the crook of the man’s neck. She made an exaggerated whiff of the guy’s expensive cologne and sweat.

“I like him.” She backed up, trailing her hands on the back of his leather jacket. “An Armani man.”

“She’s taken a liking to you boys. Wanna take her for a spin?” She nodded to Joker, from behind them, no weapons on one, a gun on the other.

“Nah, nah man. We’re here to do business, notcha girl.” She rubbed the shoulders of the other, circling back around by the Joker. Joker snapped his fingers, pointing Harley back to the bottle of booze.

“If, we’re going to, do some uh, business we’ll need some entertainment. Harley?” She ripped open her top, revealing a black and red brasserie underneath. “Some sugar boys?”

“No, no not necessary man.” The men stammered. Harley frowned, staring at Joker. They didn’t want to play. No matter, he had made other plans. Nobody refuses him a third time.

“How’s bout a drink?” They nodded, “a hammer special doll.” He showed teeth, and Harley returned the sentiment. The both uncomfortable by the tension between the other two.

“Coming right up Mistah J!” Something slammed into the floor, followed by Harley giggling, “Whoops!”

“Whoa, whoa. We’re cool. We’re cool.” Joker had a gun pointed point blank at the one carrying heat.

“Then why refuse such a pretty party favor? You’ve upset the queen.” He grinned wide, winking at Harley who was inching closer. She raised her mallet waiting for him to give her the go ahead. “Hammer time doll.” She shrieked loudly as her mallet connected with one’s face, blood spraying everywhere the other jumped back as the other two barked with manic laughter. 

What had he walked into? He tried to quietly back away as Harley pounded his partner’s flesh into a pile of useless putty, while Joker egged her on. He went and kissed his lady’s blood soaked lips. The coppery taste and murderous gleam in her eyes made him excited, very, very excited.

“Oh Puddin!” She squealed as he threw her up on the counter top. He began tearing at her clothes, while she panted like an animal. Ready to be ravished by man. Joker paused, grinning into the side of her neck when he heard the other man desperately paw at the locked door. They hadn’t forgotten him just yet.

“An audience Harls?” He whispered into her ear. She smiled as she felt the gun pressed into her palm. Tap. One. Tap, Tap. Two. Tap, Tap, Tap. Three. Joker moved back from Harley as she let off two rounds, one in each of the pathetic man’s kneecaps. He hollered in pain. She laid the gun on the counter and raised her brow suggestively at Mistah J.

“Now where were we?”

He clenched her delicate jaw in between his twitching fingers, like they were itchy to pull a trigger, or twist a knife. They dug hard enough into bruised skin, almost making her whimper. Almost. His smile stretched as she tried to pull her head away. What’s Puddin going to do?

“Mistah J?” She whispered, desperately. He patted her other cheek but roughly releasing her. He backed away from her, deep in thought.

“Harley Quinn. Harley, harley, Harley Quinn.” He returned to his predatory circling, shoving a dresser out of his way. “What to do, what to do, Harley?” He leaned against the darken wall, leaving devastation in his path. He beckoned her forward, no hesitation, and quick compliance. She hadn’t forgotten her place, he mused. Her current condition, complicated things but- “You’re going to have to pull your weight Harley.” He looked down at his girl’s basketball. “Double time.”

“Triple actually.” The gleam brighten in her eyes, “but no worries, Mistah J! I’m ready as you need me,” she giggled, “until they pull the plug.” Double trouble, how fitting. A clamor of noise brought them back to their surroundings, the walls shook.

“And it’s, Time. To. Go.” He pushed Harley ahead, she stumbled over the debris. He glanced back and forth, trying to judge the best way to escape. Harley looked back at her homey cell, she might miss it. Don’t leave with him Harley. You need to leave you need- "This way.“ He grunted, tugging violently on her arm. She smiled, her Puddin needed her, and no, no she won’t miss it.

-

"Come'on. Kill him!” She cheered her man on.

Harley stood aside watching Bats pant in fatigue and pain. The queen never too far from her king. Joker laughed, kicking the dark figure in the side.

“What fancy toy are you going to use now? Hmph?” He laughed again, “Ha ha hee Ha!” He kicked him again, hard. Harley could hear the Batman sputter. One more and the Bat will, fall off the roof. “Come on, do it! DO IT!” He roared, and with one final look, Batman launched himself off the roof. Joker laughed hysterically as he witnessed Batman’s graceful decent from the roof. His body bounced from awnings like a broken rag doll.

Suddenly another dark figure flew at the Joker from the shadows. He had anticipated this. “Oh, batman junior has decided that he wants to play too.”

“Shut up!” Jason swung a metal pipe at the Joker, missing by a margin. He had to resort to using miscellaneous items as weapons now.

“Ha, a ha ha. You’ll have to do better than that!” The kid swung again, and again, and again. This time, the Joker wasn’t so lucky. He fell on the concrete roof with an unceremonious thud.

“Puddin!” Harley cocked the gun, unloading a shot or two. The figure hadn’t even flinched, throwing heavy pipe in Harley’s direction. The contact instantly made her throw her weapon and spit blood. “My babies!” She whined, finally the figure turned towards Quinn, horrified. He hadn’t, he truly hadn’t mean to- he watched Harley dropped to her knees, spitting up more blood. He went swooping towards her as she cried and held her stomach. “I can’t feel them, I can’t feel their heartbeats.” He tried to help her up, assess the damaged. She slapped his hands away in a fury. “Get your grubby hands off me! You killed all of them!”

“I can get you to a hospital. Doctors can save them.” He yanked her arm, trying to pull her up. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, not like this! She cocked her head to the side, anger exuded from every pore of her skin. A look of emptiness in her eyes, he did this. He killed them.

“You’ll pay! You’ll pay for everything!” Harley pulled the trigger, spraying the would-be hero with an array of bullets. His body landed a few feet from her, she kept shooting until her gun finally clicked. She had emptied the entire clip. A sting of pain, made her scream with torture. She dared to touch in between her legs, her fingers came shaking back coated in blood. “Mistah J!” She screamed desperately as her vision blurred. J finally rolled over breathing heavy, 

“J!” She called softly before falling back. Joker cracked his neck, throwing himself back into his feet. Tutting as he leisurely walked up towards the two, smiling noticing the wannabe hero was riddled with bullet wounds. He knelt by Harley, watching her pant as she fought against the darkness. He pushed his fingers to one side of her swollen belly and then to the other. He could only feel her weak pulse. A pity. Blood was pooling beneath her, intermixing with baby killers. Ah, he reflected, reaching for the forgotten cans of spray paint that littered the roof top. 

Now, the dark knight of Gotham and his heroic side kick had finally failed. Lives were lost by their hands. He began spraying a message onto the man’s chest. His own masterpiece. “Puddin?” Her voice weak. He dropped the can, looking at his lady’s crumpled body. “They’re dead Puddin, they’re dead.” He scooped her fragile body in his arms.

“Let’s go Harley.” He walked a few steps, before looking away one last time. A perfect pun spray painted on the killer’s chest. Jokes on You, batman. Jokes on you.