The Eternal Hourglass

**An RP blog for Jesse Turner of SPN verse for the Moon Phases RP group. None of the gifs are mine.**

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

My boyfriend is hotter than yours.

[howidefinethings-blog]

Um, *wrong*.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

Our boyfriend is hotter than yours. *high fives Stiles*

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

My boyfriend is hotter than yours.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

Aww, what a cute little hell baby. Were you this cute? Danny wants to know when we can barge in and hold the little monster, who looks surprisingly human btw. I've been kinda expecting the V baby, ngl. Also are we telling people? Like, bearded hunter psycho werewolf people?

I was adorable. And they’re gonna find out eventually. Plus DILF 1 is gonna be mush the second he sees her. Send my pic. He’ll melt at our combined cuteness.

Don’t pretend you guys aren’t already headed over.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

[text]: Wanna meet the monster?

-Jesse’s leg has been bouncing for the past however many hours since Ruby’s first text. It stops abruptly as his pocket vibrates.-

It’s here.

-Well. We’re not dead. It’s not really a question but it sort of sounds like one.-

I gotta go. 

-Jesse kisses Danny, then Stiles, even while the latter is trying to say Send pics!

Ruby and Meg are on the couch when Jesse teleports back to the apartment. He supposes it’s there, too, but when he sees Meg the only thing he can think to ask is-

You okay?

[athornybeauty-blog]

Hey, Half-n-Half. -she smiles tiredly at him-  I’m good.  Bleeding way too much for something that isn’t dying, but good. -Jesse makes a face and Ruby snickers.  She pats the spot beside her and shifts just enough so that Jesse can see the bundle in her arms but not enough that she’s totally exposed.  She hasn’t forgotten Jesse’s first reaction had been to kill.-

Wanna meet her?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-He’s surprised by how much hair it has. Dark like Meg’s. Clarence’s too, he guesses. She looks like a little old man. Or maybe the angel when he’s particularly squinty-eyed. Light must be a bit much after the dark pit of Meg’s belly.-

She’s so small.

[athornybeauty-blog]

Yeah.  -She yawns in her sleep and then starts to root around at Meg’s chest.  She fumbles around until she manages to get her latched on and then grins sharply at Jesse, who is looking very determinedly at nothing but her face-  Which means she needs to be protected from anybody stupid enough to think they need to take her out.  You know what that feels like, right?  Somebody trying to snuff you just because of your parents?  Are you gonna help us protect her, Jesse?

-It sounds like a challenge and it’s meant to.  Better to know up front who the allies and enemies are and if she’s gonna have to pull of stakes.  She likes this town, but she’s pretty sure she can like a lot of towns if she puts her mind to it.  And she can always destroy the doorway if it comes to that-

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Meg’s eyes bore into him like daggers. Right now she is not his sister or his cousin or whatever the fuck they’ve come to mean to each other. She’s a mother and she will gut him if he hurts her child. Oddly that settles him, knowing that Meg is grounded to such a human notion. Even though another part of him is terrified at the knowledge that there’s no way Meg will ever be rational about whatever threat this kid might pose.

Purposefully dropping her gaze, Jesse stares at the baby. Because that’s what she is. A baby. A hungry angry baby, some random movie voice quotes in his head. He’s not really sure he wants to but without thinking about it, he reaches out a hand and touches that dark hair. It’s soft.-

I couldn’t do anything at her age. I had to wait on the Winchester’s to start the apocalypse first. -Ruby sneers.- But I ended up killing a whole bunch of kids just because I got pissed off. I know that doesn’t mean much to you but, Meg, I was nine fucking years old.

-Jesse strokes a thumb across her temple then releases her.-

I don’t want her to have to live that. I just don’t know how we’re supposed to stop it from happening. -It’s a tired argument and none of them know the answer to it. Jesse sits back and nods at the kid.- She got a name or are we sticking with little monster?

[athornybeauty-blog]

-Meg stops herself from pointing out that she’s killed probably thousands of people, either directly or as in indirect result of her actions, and she lives with it just fine-

She just needs to learn how to control it.  You didn’t have anybody to teach you.  She has all of us. -If they can sway Beacon Hills to their side, her daughter will be the best protected, most lethal thing this side of hell.  Which means they will sway Beacon Hills to their side-  Her name is Harlow.

-Harlow Magdalene, Ruby interjects, then stares at Meg as if daring her to object.  Which, whatever, Ruby had helped her get through labor, so she supposes she can pick one name.  Even a stupid one-

Harlow Magdalene -Meg confirms-  Harlow, this is Jesse.  Kind of pouty and angsty, but we like him anyway.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Jesse furrows his brow at the slight but then realizes he’s proving her point by pouting and immediately schools his face. The baby, Harlow, jerks her mouth away from Meg’s nipple, giving Jesse more of an eye full than he ever really wanted.

The kid looks drunk, mouth wet, eyes at half mast with slow drawn out blinks as she tries to decide if this whole out of the womb thing is worth consciousness. And then she hiccups. And when she does, her eyes shoot through with black.

Jesse gasps.-

I guess your genes won out.

[threepointohsthecharm-blog]

-Ruby whistles and claps her hands-  Oh thank Lucifer.  She’s got no choice but to be badass now.  But don’t worry, kiddo, she’s obviously still got plenty of that idiot in her.  -Jesse gives her a blank look-  The wings, duh. -His expression doesn’t clear-  The wings.  -She gestures to where they flutter idly behind her, passing seamlessly through Meg’s arm.  He peers at Harlow then slowly shakes his head-  Huh.  You can’t see them.  I would have thought you could.  Well, she’s got them.  Little black ones, just like her stupid Daddy.

-Meg gives her a look and she shrugs-  Well he is, if he’s too busy panting after the Winchesters to wonder where you went.  Don’t you think, Jesse?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

Oh, I don’t know. -Jesse braves reaching out to touch this new little hybrid thing, just like him but different. Completely brand new. Teeny tiny little fingers grasp one of his. He smiles.- Maybe if the angel gets his head out of his ass, he’ll bring those two with him. And then I can kill them.

[threepointohsthecharm-blog]

Oh, now that’s an idea.  I’d love to have a little reunion with those two.  I can already imagine the look on Sam’s face. -she ponders for half a second before adding-  There might even be a line.  Can’t imagine Argent would be too happy having those two mucking around his town.  Don’t think they’d stop with just the adult supers, do you?  We should totally invite them for a visit.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Jesse sobers.-

Let’s not forget it was her daddy that tried to kill me because I was too scary for his comfort level. -Meg’s giving him a look again but he just shrugs.- I’m just saying, just because she’s got little angel wings doesn’t mean he’s gonna be all love and hallelujahs when he finds out about her.

[athornybeauty-blog]

And that’s be the last mistake he ever made.  So I suppose we should make sure he doesn’t find out, right?

-Harlow is asleep again, and Meg gives Jesse an assessing look before shoving her into his arms-  Hold her.  I gotta pee.  And change the bandages. -Jesse gives her a horrified look as Ruby cackles.  Life would be dull if she couldn’t find ways to keep torturing her favorite hell-child-

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Meg is far far more trusting than people would ever assume.

He could take her. He could teleport himself and Harlow to the other side of the planet. Hell, he could take her off the planet. And there would be nothing Meg could do.

Harlow makes a little pterodactyl noise in her sleep, shuffling her face into his chest. He sincerely hopes she’s not looking for more food because she’s shit out of luck if that’s the case.

Risking the utterly terrifying thought of dropping the baby, Jesse pulls his phone out of his pocket and tosses it at Ruby.-

Take a picture and send it to Stiles, would ya.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

[text]: Wanna meet the monster?

-Jesse’s leg has been bouncing for the past however many hours since Ruby’s first text. It stops abruptly as his pocket vibrates.-

It’s here.

-Well. We’re not dead. It’s not really a question but it sort of sounds like one.-

I gotta go. 

-Jesse kisses Danny, then Stiles, even while the latter is trying to say Send pics!

Ruby and Meg are on the couch when Jesse teleports back to the apartment. He supposes it’s there, too, but when he sees Meg the only thing he can think to ask is-

You okay?

[athornybeauty-blog]

Hey, Half-n-Half. -she smiles tiredly at him-  I’m good.  Bleeding way too much for something that isn’t dying, but good. -Jesse makes a face and Ruby snickers.  She pats the spot beside her and shifts just enough so that Jesse can see the bundle in her arms but not enough that she’s totally exposed.  She hasn’t forgotten Jesse’s first reaction had been to kill.-

Wanna meet her?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-He’s surprised by how much hair it has. Dark like Meg’s. Clarence’s too, he guesses. She looks like a little old man. Or maybe the angel when he’s particularly squinty-eyed. Light must be a bit much after the dark pit of Meg’s belly.-

She’s so small.

[athornybeauty-blog]

Yeah.  -She yawns in her sleep and then starts to root around at Meg’s chest.  She fumbles around until she manages to get her latched on and then grins sharply at Jesse, who is looking very determinedly at nothing but her face-  Which means she needs to be protected from anybody stupid enough to think they need to take her out.  You know what that feels like, right?  Somebody trying to snuff you just because of your parents?  Are you gonna help us protect her, Jesse?

-It sounds like a challenge and it’s meant to.  Better to know up front who the allies and enemies are and if she’s gonna have to pull of stakes.  She likes this town, but she’s pretty sure she can like a lot of towns if she puts her mind to it.  And she can always destroy the doorway if it comes to that-

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Meg’s eyes bore into him like daggers. Right now she is not his sister or his cousin or whatever the fuck they’ve come to mean to each other. She’s a mother and she will gut him if he hurts her child. Oddly that settles him, knowing that Meg is grounded to such a human notion. Even though another part of him is terrified at the knowledge that there’s no way Meg will ever be rational about whatever threat this kid might pose.

Purposefully dropping her gaze, Jesse stares at the baby. Because that’s what she is. A baby. A hungry angry baby, some random movie voice quotes in his head. He’s not really sure he wants to but without thinking about it, he reaches out a hand and touches that dark hair. It’s soft.-

I couldn’t do anything at her age. I had to wait on the Winchester’s to start the apocalypse first. -Ruby sneers.- But I ended up killing a whole bunch of kids just because I got pissed off. I know that doesn’t mean much to you but, Meg, I was nine fucking years old.

-Jesse strokes a thumb across her temple then releases her.-

I don’t want her to have to live that. I just don’t know how we’re supposed to stop it from happening. -It’s a tired argument and none of them know the answer to it. Jesse sits back and nods at the kid.- She got a name or are we sticking with little monster?

[athornybeauty-blog]

-Meg stops herself from pointing out that she’s killed probably thousands of people, either directly or as in indirect result of her actions, and she lives with it just fine-

She just needs to learn how to control it.  You didn’t have anybody to teach you.  She has all of us. -If they can sway Beacon Hills to their side, her daughter will be the best protected, most lethal thing this side of hell.  Which means they will sway Beacon Hills to their side-  Her name is Harlow.

-Harlow Magdalene, Ruby interjects, then stares at Meg as if daring her to object.  Which, whatever, Ruby had helped her get through labor, so she supposes she can pick one name.  Even a stupid one-

Harlow Magdalene -Meg confirms-  Harlow, this is Jesse.  Kind of pouty and angsty, but we like him anyway.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Jesse furrows his brow at the slight but then realizes he’s proving her point by pouting and immediately schools his face. The baby, Harlow, jerks her mouth away from Meg’s nipple, giving Jesse more of an eye full than he ever really wanted.

The kid looks drunk, mouth wet, eyes at half mast with slow drawn out blinks as she tries to decide if this whole out of the womb thing is worth consciousness. And then she hiccups. And when she does, her eyes shoot through with black.

Jesse gasps.-

I guess your genes won out.

[threepointohsthecharm-blog]

-Ruby whistles and claps her hands-  Oh thank Lucifer.  She’s got no choice but to be badass now.  But don’t worry, kiddo, she’s obviously still got plenty of that idiot in her.  -Jesse gives her a blank look-  The wings, duh. -His expression doesn’t clear-  The wings.  -She gestures to where they flutter idly behind her, passing seamlessly through Meg’s arm.  He peers at Harlow then slowly shakes his head-  Huh.  You can’t see them.  I would have thought you could.  Well, she’s got them.  Little black ones, just like her stupid Daddy.

-Meg gives her a look and she shrugs-  Well he is, if he’s too busy panting after the Winchesters to wonder where you went.  Don’t you think, Jesse?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

Oh, I don’t know. -Jesse braves reaching out to touch this new little hybrid thing, just like him but different. Completely brand new. Teeny tiny little fingers grasp one of his. He smiles.- Maybe if the angel gets his head out of his ass, he’ll bring those two with him. And then I can kill them.

[threepointohsthecharm-blog]

Oh, now that’s an idea.  I’d love to have a little reunion with those two.  I can already imagine the look on Sam’s face. -she ponders for half a second before adding-  There might even be a line.  Can’t imagine Argent would be too happy having those two mucking around his town.  Don’t think they’d stop with just the adult supers, do you?  We should totally invite them for a visit.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Jesse sobers.-

Let’s not forget it was her daddy that tried to kill me because I was too scary for his comfort level. -Meg’s giving him a look again but he just shrugs.- I’m just saying, just because she’s got little angel wings doesn’t mean he’s gonna be all love and hallelujahs when he finds out about her.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

[text]: Wanna meet the monster?

-Jesse’s leg has been bouncing for the past however many hours since Ruby’s first text. It stops abruptly as his pocket vibrates.-

It’s here.

-Well. We’re not dead. It’s not really a question but it sort of sounds like one.-

I gotta go. 

-Jesse kisses Danny, then Stiles, even while the latter is trying to say Send pics!

Ruby and Meg are on the couch when Jesse teleports back to the apartment. He supposes it’s there, too, but when he sees Meg the only thing he can think to ask is-

You okay?

[athornybeauty-blog]

Hey, Half-n-Half. -she smiles tiredly at him-  I’m good.  Bleeding way too much for something that isn’t dying, but good. -Jesse makes a face and Ruby snickers.  She pats the spot beside her and shifts just enough so that Jesse can see the bundle in her arms but not enough that she’s totally exposed.  She hasn’t forgotten Jesse’s first reaction had been to kill.-

Wanna meet her?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-He’s surprised by how much hair it has. Dark like Meg’s. Clarence’s too, he guesses. She looks like a little old man. Or maybe the angel when he’s particularly squinty-eyed. Light must be a bit much after the dark pit of Meg’s belly.-

She’s so small.

[athornybeauty-blog]

Yeah.  -She yawns in her sleep and then starts to root around at Meg’s chest.  She fumbles around until she manages to get her latched on and then grins sharply at Jesse, who is looking very determinedly at nothing but her face-  Which means she needs to be protected from anybody stupid enough to think they need to take her out.  You know what that feels like, right?  Somebody trying to snuff you just because of your parents?  Are you gonna help us protect her, Jesse?

-It sounds like a challenge and it’s meant to.  Better to know up front who the allies and enemies are and if she’s gonna have to pull of stakes.  She likes this town, but she’s pretty sure she can like a lot of towns if she puts her mind to it.  And she can always destroy the doorway if it comes to that-

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Meg’s eyes bore into him like daggers. Right now she is not his sister or his cousin or whatever the fuck they’ve come to mean to each other. She’s a mother and she will gut him if he hurts her child. Oddly that settles him, knowing that Meg is grounded to such a human notion. Even though another part of him is terrified at the knowledge that there’s no way Meg will ever be rational about whatever threat this kid might pose.

Purposefully dropping her gaze, Jesse stares at the baby. Because that’s what she is. A baby. A hungry angry baby, some random movie voice quotes in his head. He’s not really sure he wants to but without thinking about it, he reaches out a hand and touches that dark hair. It’s soft.-

I couldn’t do anything at her age. I had to wait on the Winchester’s to start the apocalypse first. -Ruby sneers.- But I ended up killing a whole bunch of kids just because I got pissed off. I know that doesn’t mean much to you but, Meg, I was nine fucking years old.

-Jesse strokes a thumb across her temple then releases her.-

I don’t want her to have to live that. I just don’t know how we’re supposed to stop it from happening. -It’s a tired argument and none of them know the answer to it. Jesse sits back and nods at the kid.- She got a name or are we sticking with little monster?

[athornybeauty-blog]

-Meg stops herself from pointing out that she’s killed probably thousands of people, either directly or as in indirect result of her actions, and she lives with it just fine-

She just needs to learn how to control it.  You didn’t have anybody to teach you.  She has all of us. -If they can sway Beacon Hills to their side, her daughter will be the best protected, most lethal thing this side of hell.  Which means they will sway Beacon Hills to their side-  Her name is Harlow.

-Harlow Magdalene, Ruby interjects, then stares at Meg as if daring her to object.  Which, whatever, Ruby had helped her get through labor, so she supposes she can pick one name.  Even a stupid one-

Harlow Magdalene -Meg confirms-  Harlow, this is Jesse.  Kind of pouty and angsty, but we like him anyway.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Jesse furrows his brow at the slight but then realizes he’s proving her point by pouting and immediately schools his face. The baby, Harlow, jerks her mouth away from Meg’s nipple, giving Jesse more of an eye full than he ever really wanted.

The kid looks drunk, mouth wet, eyes at half mast with slow drawn out blinks as she tries to decide if this whole out of the womb thing is worth consciousness. And then she hiccups. And when she does, her eyes shoot through with black.

Jesse gasps.-

I guess your genes won out.

[threepointohsthecharm-blog]

-Ruby whistles and claps her hands-  Oh thank Lucifer.  She’s got no choice but to be badass now.  But don’t worry, kiddo, she’s obviously still got plenty of that idiot in her.  -Jesse gives her a blank look-  The wings, duh. -His expression doesn’t clear-  The wings.  -She gestures to where they flutter idly behind her, passing seamlessly through Meg’s arm.  He peers at Harlow then slowly shakes his head-  Huh.  You can’t see them.  I would have thought you could.  Well, she’s got them.  Little black ones, just like her stupid Daddy.

-Meg gives her a look and she shrugs-  Well he is, if he’s too busy panting after the Winchesters to wonder where you went.  Don’t you think, Jesse?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

Oh, I don’t know. -Jesse braves reaching out to touch this new little hybrid thing, just like him but different. Completely brand new. Teeny tiny little fingers grasp one of his. He smiles.- Maybe if the angel gets his head out of his ass, he’ll bring those two with him. And then I can kill them.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

[text]: Wanna meet the monster?

-Jesse’s leg has been bouncing for the past however many hours since Ruby’s first text. It stops abruptly as his pocket vibrates.-

It’s here.

-Well. We’re not dead. It’s not really a question but it sort of sounds like one.-

I gotta go. 

-Jesse kisses Danny, then Stiles, even while the latter is trying to say Send pics!

Ruby and Meg are on the couch when Jesse teleports back to the apartment. He supposes it’s there, too, but when he sees Meg the only thing he can think to ask is-

You okay?

[athornybeauty-blog]

Hey, Half-n-Half. -she smiles tiredly at him-  I’m good.  Bleeding way too much for something that isn’t dying, but good. -Jesse makes a face and Ruby snickers.  She pats the spot beside her and shifts just enough so that Jesse can see the bundle in her arms but not enough that she’s totally exposed.  She hasn’t forgotten Jesse’s first reaction had been to kill.-

Wanna meet her?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-He’s surprised by how much hair it has. Dark like Meg’s. Clarence’s too, he guesses. She looks like a little old man. Or maybe the angel when he’s particularly squinty-eyed. Light must be a bit much after the dark pit of Meg’s belly.-

She’s so small.

[athornybeauty-blog]

Yeah.  -She yawns in her sleep and then starts to root around at Meg’s chest.  She fumbles around until she manages to get her latched on and then grins sharply at Jesse, who is looking very determinedly at nothing but her face-  Which means she needs to be protected from anybody stupid enough to think they need to take her out.  You know what that feels like, right?  Somebody trying to snuff you just because of your parents?  Are you gonna help us protect her, Jesse?

-It sounds like a challenge and it’s meant to.  Better to know up front who the allies and enemies are and if she’s gonna have to pull of stakes.  She likes this town, but she’s pretty sure she can like a lot of towns if she puts her mind to it.  And she can always destroy the doorway if it comes to that-

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Meg’s eyes bore into him like daggers. Right now she is not his sister or his cousin or whatever the fuck they’ve come to mean to each other. She’s a mother and she will gut him if he hurts her child. Oddly that settles him, knowing that Meg is grounded to such a human notion. Even though another part of him is terrified at the knowledge that there’s no way Meg will ever be rational about whatever threat this kid might pose.

Purposefully dropping her gaze, Jesse stares at the baby. Because that’s what she is. A baby. A hungry angry baby, some random movie voice quotes in his head. He’s not really sure he wants to but without thinking about it, he reaches out a hand and touches that dark hair. It’s soft.-

I couldn’t do anything at her age. I had to wait on the Winchester’s to start the apocalypse first. -Ruby sneers.- But I ended up killing a whole bunch of kids just because I got pissed off. I know that doesn’t mean much to you but, Meg, I was nine fucking years old.

-Jesse strokes a thumb across her temple then releases her.-

I don’t want her to have to live that. I just don’t know how we’re supposed to stop it from happening. -It’s a tired argument and none of them know the answer to it. Jesse sits back and nods at the kid.- She got a name or are we sticking with little monster?

[athornybeauty-blog]

-Meg stops herself from pointing out that she’s killed probably thousands of people, either directly or as in indirect result of her actions, and she lives with it just fine-

She just needs to learn how to control it.  You didn’t have anybody to teach you.  She has all of us. -If they can sway Beacon Hills to their side, her daughter will be the best protected, most lethal thing this side of hell.  Which means they will sway Beacon Hills to their side-  Her name is Harlow.

-Harlow Magdalene, Ruby interjects, then stares at Meg as if daring her to object.  Which, whatever, Ruby had helped her get through labor, so she supposes she can pick one name.  Even a stupid one-

Harlow Magdalene -Meg confirms-  Harlow, this is Jesse.  Kind of pouty and angsty, but we like him anyway.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Jesse furrows his brow at the slight but then realizes he’s proving her point by pouting and immediately schools his face. The baby, Harlow, jerks her mouth away from Meg’s nipple, giving Jesse more of an eye full than he ever really wanted.

The kid looks drunk, mouth wet, eyes at half mast with slow drawn out blinks as she tries to decide if this whole out of the womb thing is worth consciousness. And then she hiccups. And when she does, her eyes shoot through with black.

Jesse gasps.-

I guess your genes won out.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

[text]: Wanna meet the monster?

-Jesse’s leg has been bouncing for the past however many hours since Ruby’s first text. It stops abruptly as his pocket vibrates.-

It’s here.

-Well. We’re not dead. It’s not really a question but it sort of sounds like one.-

I gotta go. 

-Jesse kisses Danny, then Stiles, even while the latter is trying to say Send pics!

Ruby and Meg are on the couch when Jesse teleports back to the apartment. He supposes it’s there, too, but when he sees Meg the only thing he can think to ask is-

You okay?

[athornybeauty-blog]

Hey, Half-n-Half. -she smiles tiredly at him-  I’m good.  Bleeding way too much for something that isn’t dying, but good. -Jesse makes a face and Ruby snickers.  She pats the spot beside her and shifts just enough so that Jesse can see the bundle in her arms but not enough that she’s totally exposed.  She hasn’t forgotten Jesse’s first reaction had been to kill.-

Wanna meet her?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-He’s surprised by how much hair it has. Dark like Meg’s. Clarence’s too, he guesses. She looks like a little old man. Or maybe the angel when he’s particularly squinty-eyed. Light must be a bit much after the dark pit of Meg’s belly.-

She’s so small.

[athornybeauty-blog]

Yeah.  -She yawns in her sleep and then starts to root around at Meg’s chest.  She fumbles around until she manages to get her latched on and then grins sharply at Jesse, who is looking very determinedly at nothing but her face-  Which means she needs to be protected from anybody stupid enough to think they need to take her out.  You know what that feels like, right?  Somebody trying to snuff you just because of your parents?  Are you gonna help us protect her, Jesse?

-It sounds like a challenge and it’s meant to.  Better to know up front who the allies and enemies are and if she’s gonna have to pull of stakes.  She likes this town, but she’s pretty sure she can like a lot of towns if she puts her mind to it.  And she can always destroy the doorway if it comes to that-

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Meg’s eyes bore into him like daggers. Right now she is not his sister or his cousin or whatever the fuck they’ve come to mean to each other. She’s a mother and she will gut him if he hurts her child. Oddly that settles him, knowing that Meg is grounded to such a human notion. Even though another part of him is terrified at the knowledge that there’s no way Meg will ever be rational about whatever threat this kid might pose.

Purposefully dropping her gaze, Jesse stares at the baby. Because that’s what she is. A baby. A hungry angry baby, some random movie voice quotes in his head. He’s not really sure he wants to but without thinking about it, he reaches out a hand and touches that dark hair. It’s soft.-

I couldn’t do anything at her age. I had to wait on the Winchester’s to start the apocalypse first. -Ruby sneers.- But I ended up killing a whole bunch of kids just because I got pissed off. I know that doesn’t mean much to you but, Meg, I was nine fucking years old.

-Jesse strokes a thumb across her temple then releases her.-

I don’t want her to have to live that. I just don’t know how we’re supposed to stop it from happening. -It’s a tired argument and none of them know the answer to it. Jesse sits back and nods at the kid.- She got a name or are we sticking with little monster?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

[text]: Wanna meet the monster?

-Jesse’s leg has been bouncing for the past however many hours since Ruby’s first text. It stops abruptly as his pocket vibrates.-

It’s here.

-Well. We’re not dead. It’s not really a question but it sort of sounds like one.-

I gotta go. 

-Jesse kisses Danny, then Stiles, even while the latter is trying to say Send pics!

Ruby and Meg are on the couch when Jesse teleports back to the apartment. He supposes it’s there, too, but when he sees Meg the only thing he can think to ask is-

You okay?

[athornybeauty-blog]

Hey, Half-n-Half. -she smiles tiredly at him-  I’m good.  Bleeding way too much for something that isn’t dying, but good. -Jesse makes a face and Ruby snickers.  She pats the spot beside her and shifts just enough so that Jesse can see the bundle in her arms but not enough that she’s totally exposed.  She hasn’t forgotten Jesse’s first reaction had been to kill.-

Wanna meet her?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-He’s surprised by how much hair it has. Dark like Meg’s. Clarence’s too, he guesses. She looks like a little old man. Or maybe the angel when he’s particularly squinty-eyed. Light must be a bit much after the dark pit of Meg’s belly.-

She’s so small.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

[text]: Wanna meet the monster?

-Jesse’s leg has been bouncing for the past however many hours since Ruby’s first text. It stops abruptly as his pocket vibrates.-

It’s here.

-Well. We’re not dead. It’s not really a question but it sort of sounds like one.-

I gotta go. 

-Jesse kisses Danny, then Stiles, even while the latter is trying to say Send pics!

Ruby and Meg are on the couch when Jesse teleports back to the apartment. He supposes it’s there, too, but when he sees Meg the only thing he can think to ask is-

You okay?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

Monster's on its way. Meg says no company.

Fuck.

-Danny immediately turns to look at him brow furrowed. Stiles does too, albeit more slowly, eyes reluctantly turning from the tv.

What is it?-

It’s time. 

-That gets Stiles’ attention. Time time? Like baby time? End of time? Considering the baby, possibly both?

Danny purses his lips, disapproval wafting off of him as strong as his stink face. He doesn’t like when they talk about the parasite that way, no matter how much he acknowledges it might be the truth. Honestly, Jesse’s just happy someone’s on his side. Though with the way Stiles’ is loyal to a fault to everyone he loves no matter what, Jesse’s not so sure he’ll keep Stiles’ skeptical and ready to act if the thing turns out to be cute.-

Meg doesn’t want gawkers. Including me.

-Gawkers i.e. anybody who could be an immediate threat. Including you. 

Jesse frowns, but Danny’s not wrong. 

At least they told us. So, ya know, if there’s a blast radius or something, we’re not as alarmed. 

On his side or not, at least Jesse knows Stiles isn’t going to run off and tell anybody. Like the DILFs. He’s really grateful for that. That he knows Stiles well enough and has his loyalty enough to know he’ll keep this between them until they know more. 

For now all they can do is wait. And text.-

To Rubes: I claim first pics. 

[tvmblweed]

Dylan O’brien | ♡dylan o’brien♡ | Pinterest on We Heart It http://weheartit.com/entry/115276750/via/hherondales

[fckyeahhoult-deactivated2018012]

‘New Work, March 2015’ by Sarah Dunn

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

#sometimes danny gets artsy#and i laugh at jesse while he acts like he's not posing

I wasn’t posing. I was smirking at you because I knew your time would come.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

total submission

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

[igoby-confusion]

I wouldn’t mind having my neck kissed by you for hours.

(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

[hackerdanny-blog]

-Danny never could deny Stiles much when he asked like that.

It takes a little (a lot) of maneuvering, but Danny eventually finds a position that allows his dick to slip past Stiles’ lips while still allowing Danny to see his boyfriends.  It also puts him close enough to Jesse that he can lean in and capture his mouth right as Stiles sloppily licks up his length, then bobs his head to the time of Jesse’s hips slapping hard against his ass.

Danny groans into Jesse’s mouth at the sensory overload; sight, smell, touch, taste & hearing all overwhelmingly filled with Jesse, Stiles, SEX.  He blindly reaches down and finds Stiles’ dick and starts stripping him fast, because he’s pretty sure he’s right on the cusp of coming and he wants to take someone with him.  He bites Jesse’s lip and feels him shudder and Danny whispers against his mouth-

Love you, Jesse.  Love seeing you like this.

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Jesse fists his hand in Danny’s hair, kissing him sloppy and wet.-

Love you so much. So fucking much.

-Stiles clenches around him and Jesse groans, heartfelt, head falling to Danny’s shoulder. Fuck but he can see all the ways they combine this way. The way he looks sliding in and out of Stiles’ ass. The way Danny’s hand looks as it wraps around Stiles’ dick. The bob of Stiles’ throat as he sucks Danny down.

Jesse pushes Stiles’ leg further back and, honestly how fucking bendable Stiles is is just another thing pushing him closer to the edge. Danny’s right there. Jesse knows it. He’s panting, hand gripping and tracing along Jesse’s skin, eyes unfocused and so gone.-

He feels good, doesn’t he, baby? Always knows how to use that mouth. Bet he can swallow you down, too. -And maybe Stiles does it because it’s Danny’s turn to collapse against his shoulder, the most delicious drawn out groan growling out past his lips. Jesse’s eyes cross as Stiles clenches around him again and again, a muffled shout accompanying his release.

Jesse grips Stiles’ hip in one hand and Danny’s neck in the other, thrusting through his own orgasm with a deep bite to Danny’s shoulder.-

[howidefinethings-blog]

Shiiiit.

-Stiles rubs back against Jesse without even thinking about it, pulling a grunt from him and then teeth in his neck.-

Fucking vampire.

-Jesse retaliates by biting deeper and Stiles eyes roll back in his head. Which leaves him completely unprepared when Danny’s mouth wraps around his nipple.-

Fuck fuck fuck.

-Stiles loses track of time after that. There’s a lot of tongues and teeth, clothes getting gone (at least one article of clothing ripped), Jesse’s chest has red marks from Danny’s nails, and Danny’s hair is a wild mess from Stiles’ hands.-

God, Danny, come here.

-Stiles doesn’t wait, pulling Danny closer by his legs. It makes them all laugh at the way Danny bounces, but Danny’s laughter chokes off when Stiles’ swallows him down.-

[hackerdanny-blog]

Oh God, Oh Godddddd.  StilesStilesStiles -Stiles mouth is, as always, talented as hell.  It’s as if all that talking, all that oral fixation he had developed, had found its payoff in the perfect, exquisite head Stiles gave.

Jesse closes the gap over Stiles and kisses him, and Danny ends up with one hand fisted in Stiles’ hair and one fisted in Jesse’s.  It’s not quite as satisfying as when he could wrap it entirely through his fingers, but it’s enough.  

Then Stiles’ does something particularly tricky with his tongue and Danny whines, pressing his forehead to Jesse’s clavicle-

Fuck.  Fuck.  -He traces his thumbs mindlessly over the tattoos just above Jesse’s hipbones and feels him shake with laughter.

I think that’s what we’re trying to do.

Danny snorts and laughs, then morphs to a groan when Jesse digs his fingers into his ass.  It has the effect of forcing his dick deeper down Stiles’ throat and when Stiles swallows it’s so hot and wet and tight that Danny knows he’s just this side of coming.

He’s not ready, not just yet, because he wants to draw this feeling out, so he tugs at Stiles hair until he gets the message and raises his head.  And Danny just about loses it because Stiles lips are spit slick and raw and his eyes are blown so wide Danny can barely see any brown at all.

He swallows hard and tries to think beyond sheer lust, beyond wanting to get off.  To how this is gonna work and what would be best for right here and now.

He wants to fuck Stiles.  It’s been so long and he craves it like breathing.  He wants to fuck Jesse just as much.  To be buried inside him in the way that makes him feel like he’s finally coming home.  But for Jesse…

Stiles -Danny’s voice is hoarse and strained with how much he wants- can Jesse fuck you?  Can I watch?

[spawnofperdition-blog-blog]

-Jesse holds his breath, watching Stiles as his eyes close and throat bobs around a thick swallow. When Stiles’ opens his eyes they’re nearly black with lust.

Oh yeah. Definitely.

Jesse licks his lips. Yeah, he wants this.-

Danny, look at that bruise on his neck. I’m thinking he could use a few more. What do you say?

-Danny grins, those fucking dimples stretching long and deep. Jesse? Jesse goes for Stiles legs, pushing him onto his back and spreading them wide. Fuck but he looks good like this.

Danny’s nibbling on Stiles’ ear, causing his eyes to flutter repeatedly. He waits, patient and transfixed, until Stiles’ natural curiosity outweighs the desire. Jesse’s lips quirk up, holding Stiles’ gaze as he replaces the finger stroking his ankle with his lips. He keeps eyes on Stiles as he mouths and licks his way up the inside of his leg.

The wet slick sounds of kissing take his attention from the groove of Stiles’ thigh and the salty taste of his skin. Jesse’s dick leaps at the sight the two of them make. At the sight of Stiles’ hand wrapped around Danny’s cock.

He can’t wait anymore.

Pushing Stiles’ legs back, Jesse licks across his hole. Sucks and tastes and pushes past the tight ring of him. He could get lost here. No, he could become addicted to this. To them. For once Jesse doesn’t think there’s a problem in that.-