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FLASHBACK // LILY X BEN‌‌:

he watches as she jumps from her perch, steaming hot food splattering onto the floor. as if this place couldn’t get any grimier. ben pulls a face as he glances around, sniffing out the corpses of rotting rodents and frowning at the uneasy skittering noises of insect colonies congregating nearby. he’s shacked up in plenty of places like this before, but not since moving to the city and not since autumn rolled around with that unforgiving northern chill in tow.

isn’t she cold? ben lifts a brow as she brandishes the tiny plastic fork at him, searching her bare arms for goosebumps. when he finally remembers to acknowledge her threat, it’s with a laugh and the ostentatious flash of his favorite knife. “i’m not being funny, babe, but mine is bigger than yours.” he tucks it away again as she smirks, hands burrowing into the pockets of his letterman jacket.

“i’m a really good tracker,” ben rolled his eyes at the teen wolf pun even though he was secretly endeared by just how impressed with herself she seemed to be over such a lame quip. she’s cute. he’d already noticed as much in passing, but for some reason it feels like he’s really noticing her for the very first time. 

and his heartbeat stutters.

“what’s your name? do you live here all alone? how long have you been like me?” he’d meant to start slow and then a sudden surge of nervousness took him by surprise. he’s not afraid of her, but he also can’t quite look her in the eye anymore without a violent crimson heat flooding into his cheeks. instead his dark gaze flickers around the abandoned old church again, sweeping across padlocked doors and uprooted pews with feigned interest.

“i’ll take you to get more food if you’ll still hungry.” he’ll be shit out of luck until at least midday tomorrow unless he can swipe a couple soft pretzels or an apple on the way home, but it would be worth it for her. he just knows it. “or how about breakfast tomorrow? i’m makin’ coush coush for my sister. i could bring you some, or you could come over and meet her. our foster parents are never home so it’s usually just the two of us. she’d probably love to meet you and everyone says she’s way nicer than i am.” maybe he should’ve brought caroline along with him tonight, because right now ben feels like he’s scrabbling blindly for the words that’ll keep her from running away again.

Lily rolled her eyes at his quip about the size of his weapon, though what makes her jaw clench isn’t the knife that gleams in his hand but the pet name he gives her. Babe. Her grip around the plastic fork tightens, knuckles whitening. ❝ Call me babe one more time, we’ll see which one of us proves to be more deadly. ❞ She warns with all the fierceness and bravery of a warrior, not a homeless werewolf wielding a plastic fork in an abandoned church that smelled worse than the boys locker room. Brown hues flick towards the knife in his hand, narrowing cautiously as he sheathes the knife as quickly as he brandished it. 

That was his second mistake, his first was coming here unannounced and alone.

❝ God, you really enjoy stroking your own ego, don’t you? ❞ She scoffs, an incredulous look sweeping across her features. He was like every other high school jock in history. Egotistical and loved the sound of his own voice. How disappointing. Lily really thought he might have been different for a second, for a fleeting moment she let herself believe she might have found somebody who was different to the rest of the sheep who followed the crowd in high school. This jock was just like everybody else, only a little furrier every time there was a full moon.

❝ What does any of that matter? It’s not like you’ll ever see me again after tonight. In a few weeks I’ll be a distant memory and you’ll be chasing some other girl in a short skirt. ❞ She sighs heavily, pressing her finger tips against the curved tines of the plastic fork. She’s growing bored of his company, if she had wanted to swap stories about their first change during a full moon around a camp fire then she would have stuck around that night she witnessed him change under the bleachers.

Her brows furrowed in confusion, arms folding across her chest. Was he being serious?  ❝ Let me get this straight, ❞ Lily said with a wag of her finger, stepping forward slightly, ❝ I stole your wallet, spent your money and have threatened to stab you violently. Twice. And you want to take me for a bite to eat? ❞ Did he think this was flirting? Lily honestly couldn’t tell how he was reading the situation between the two of them right now as anything but hostile, but here he was, offering to make her breakfast and inviting her around to his house to meet his sister. ❝ Did somebody spike your cereal with pure silver or something? ❞

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Series of Daisy’s Face (99/∞) 

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LILY // RORY: 

         “it’s weird.” she nods, draining her shot glass. saying it didn’t change anything though. it just drew further attention to the distance between them. the distance that lily had put there when she disappeared. “so i guess you’re not dead.” the wolf hums, refilling her glass. thus far hazel irises had remained solely on the glass, on the spill of clear tequila on the counter top, on the suddenly hugely interesting label on the bottle. anywhere but on the familiar face. because if they didn’t she might find herself smiling and god, lily didn’t deserve that yet.

     “what’re you doing here, lil ??” rory grumbles, mopping at the mess she’d made with a sopping dishcloth. “not just a casual stroll down memory lane, I’m guessing.” but for them to end up here together on accident wasn’t exactly likely either. so what could lily possibly want with her after all this time ??

So I guess you’re not dead. She feels a pang in her chest at the brunette werewolf’s words, uncertain of her true feelings behind them. Was she relieved? Disappointed? Lily couldn’t blame her if it fell towards the latter, she had abandoned somebody they both cared about dearly when he needed her most — not to mention the fact she had left without a single goodbye to her friends, leaving them to pick up the pieces of her betrayal. ❝ Alive and kicking. ❞ She manages, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She hates feeling like this. Insecure. It’s not in her nature, it’s like walking on a tight rope and searching desperately for solid ground. Everything the lone wolf does, she does with conviction.

❝ No, you’re right. This isn’t a trip down memory lane. At least, not for us. ❞ She casts her dark brown eyes towards the brunette, but her eyes remain firmly on anything ( including the label of the tequila bottle ) but her. ❝ I’m looking for answers surrounding my parents death. You and Ben being here, that’s just a coincidence. ❞

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FLASHBACK // LILY X BEN‌:

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when they first moved from the quiet familiarity of swampland suburbs to the bustling streets of new york city, ben spent several long days in skull-splitting pain. all of the scents and sights and sounds…it was too much. sensory overload, caroline informed him in a nearly inaudible whisper because any louder and he would’ve screamed. now, ben is more control than he’s ever been, but that girl. the one in a few of his classes, who wore a big smug sneer as she told him to try a cold shower the next time he found himself thinking about her.

she saw him out by the football fields when he thought nobody was around.

he should be fucked and seriously thought that he was until this afternoon. even hours later he’s still reeling from their brief encounter, his mind stuck so stubbornly in place that he can pick her scent out of the millions lining every busy city street and follow it all the way to an old building anyone else might mistake for being empty, but ben’s nose isn’t so easily fooled. he’s much too skilled of a tracker now.

he climbed in through a second floor window without a sound, hands lifted in a placating gesture before he even caught her attention. “don’t freak out.” at school he has this bravado. captain of the football team, beloved by his popular friends and constantly trailed by a faithful entourage of giggling cheerleaders. “please.” here, in front of her he’s suddenly so nervous that he stumbles over his words.

“i’m benjamin calanoc. some people call me ben, but most people go with benji.” friends, especially. that’s why he’s here. “i wanna talk,” he explained, remembering a moment later that oh yeah, there was one other thing, “and i want my fuckin’ wallet back.”

The young werewolf is perched on top of the church altar, legs crossed underneath each other as she digs into the tray of shredded chilli beef noodles like it was her first meal in days, which was more than likely true. New York has proved to be more difficult than she expected, it’s not as easy to allow the wolf to hunt — snatching deer, squirrel and rabbits from local forests for her feeding hours. The entire city is surrounded by tall, glass buildings, resembling what she imagines the shadowhunter’s city of glass to look like. Her nearest hunting ground is central park, but after one too many close calls with animal control it’s no longer safe for her to hunt wild life there.

Her luck never completely ran out, though. The city has a wide range of take-aways, pizza houses and restaurants for her to take her picking from, but being a homeless, lone werewolf isn’t exactly a paid position. Any food she manages to pilfer is from rubbish bins, pieces of fruit stolen from street venders until she’s resulted to pick-pocketing students at a nearby high school so she can eat tonight.

She shivers between bites of her crispy shredded beef, despite the array of candles littered throughout the church that offer a faint glow, they don’t do much for warmth against the chill that howls through the cracked window panes, like a werewolf howling in distress. It may be cold, dimly lit and possibly haunted ( she hears spine-chilling noises at night ) it’s the closest thing she has to a home now. When she hears footsteps approaching, followed by the familiar sound of the jock’s voice, she springs down from where she’s perched on the altar, the plastic fork she’d been eating her meal with now posed like a real weapon.

❝ Take another step closer and you’ll be picking plastic shrapnel out of your eye ball. ❞ She snarled, plastic fork still armed like she might lunge at him at any second. ❝ How did you find me, Teen Wolf? ❞ She smirks at that, wanting him to know without a doubt that she saw him transform under the bleachers. Her dark brown eyes dart around the church, she considers running, finding herself another dump to haul herself up in but he’s blocking her only exit. 

She chuckles, she actually chuckles as he demands his wallet back. Cute. ❝ You can have it back, no problem. ❞ She didn’t see the point in feigning innocence, he was a werewolf just like her, he’d know she was lying. ❝ Can’t have the money though, spent it on that delicious meal you just made me drop everywhere. Thanks for that, by the way. I was hungry. ❞ 

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LILY // MASON:

mason made a small noise in the back of his throat, almost in agreement. “you? stealing? exactly, it’s an impossible thing.” he managed to say in a serious tone but the snort that followed right after pretty much gave him away. the werewolf scrunched up his face, he knew he couldn’t fool her, hell, he wasn’t even trying to do so, he just enjoyed annoying her, almost like someone would do to someone they were related to. “i’d let you know a lot of people can be fooled by this face.” he paused, pointing at his face as he tried to make himself look as innocent as he could. “it never fail.” he continued with a snort. “yeah, bonded.” he confirmed with a nod, confusion crossing his features for a moment before she kept talking. “uuuuh, yeah, that’s what i just told you.” his tone almost apologetic. “it’s kind of a forever thing? but it’s not that bad, it’s kind of fun at times. plus she is great, don’t tell her tho it’d get to her head.”

Lily was dumbfounded, a look of disbelief sinking into her features as he explained how the bond wasn’t all bad, that the shadowhunter he had been paired with was great. She couldn’t help the incandescent snort that escaped her lips, followed by a low, guttural grow at the base of her throat. What the hell was Mason thinking? Bonding with a shadowhunter, being magically or psychically connected to a nephilim seemed like her personal idea of hell. It was an unfathomable concept to her, the desire and urge to want any kind of connection with their kind was ludicrous to her.

She’d heard whispers of Shadowhunters being paired with Downworlders, but each version of the rumours she heard sounded more incredulous than the last. The first time she heard about it, a warlock claimed that the bond allowed each participate to see through each others eyes, like a magical webcam. Another rumour, hot off the lips of a vampire, had claimed that the two individuals who were bonded could feel each others distress, pain and pleasure ( that last word was purred by the vampire girl, earning a wrinkled look of disgust from Lily ) one werecat had even claimed the bond allowed them to hear the angels. Though their credibility was questionable, they were a known yin fen addict.

❝ Why? Why the hell would you want to be magically connected to a Nephilim? ❞

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LILY // BEN:

“yeah, i know,” he confirmed. ben never really believed that she — lily fucking peterson, just breezing in through the front door after ten years of dead silence — was after his pack. then again, he has no idea what else she could possibly want from him. it’s not like he has anything else worth taking.

unless she’s after his drink, that is. where’d it go, anyway? ben spun around in his seat to look for it. ( worried that if he looked at her any longer then he might give something away? maybe. after all, he’s no good at being ruthless or stoic. he’s not like her. if only he’d realized that before it was too late. )

glass in one hand while the other rooted around in his pockets, ben finally pulled out a large blade, flipped open and brandished with all the ease of someone who knows how to use it — which he does. “i’m not helpless,” he reminded her, “i never have been.” not when he could hardly handle such a task but took it upon himself to look after his sister because nobody else would, not when lily left him in the clutches of bloodthirsty shadowhunters, not ever. 

did she know? is that what happened? did she make a choice — herself or him — figuring that whatever occurred, he could take it but she couldn’t? he shouldn’t want to ask, but there’s a part of him that’s still reaching towards her after all this time. “not that i think you actually give a fuck.” feelings smushed with a boot and ground furiously into the dirt as if isn’t only a matter of time before they surge through to the surface for the billionth time.

Lily gave an exasperated roll of her dark brown eyes, jaw tensing as she gave an incandescent shake of her head. Had he always been this moronic? Or was her vision no longer clouded by the fact he was her rose coloured boy. She scoffed in amusement as he brandished the knife, biting down on her bottom lip. She knew he was stupid, reckless even but she never figured that the boy she once loved had a death wish. Maybe the knife might have been a reasonable weapon if it wasn’t for the fact he was an alpha who had no power, what good was a knife against a nest of vampires? A coven of angry warlocks, or even another squad of Shadowhunters who demanded werewolf blood be spilled. 

What good would his fucking knife do him then?

As if to prove her theory correct, she sprinted towards the alpha without a moments hesitation, gripped his wrist that held the knife and twisted hard — stopping before she snapped his wrist like a twig, but still applied enough pressure to render his grip on the blade as flimsy and futile as a mundane’s would be against a werewolf. ❝ What was that you were saying about not being helpless? ❞ She quipped, her dark brown hues flashing a deep, warm amber colour. If he couldn’t defend himself against her, somebody who meant him no harm, how the hell did he expect to defend himself against a real assailant?

❝ You’re not a trained Shadowhunter, Ben. Don’t bring a damn knife to a claw fight. ❞ She released her grip on his wrist, but she wasn’t done proving her point just yet — her fingers wrapped around his throat, lifting him from his bar stool with an ease she wouldn’t have been able to muster if he’d been at full alpha strength. As quickly as her hand had wrapped around his throat, she slammed him against the wooden pillar of the bar; shaking the picture frames that hung on loose nails. ❝ What are you going to do now? ❞ She challenged, cocking her head to the side and raising her brows.

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LILY // JASON:

“this time.” jason repeated, shaking his head at the thought of the other times they had been in a situation very similar to this one since he met her. regardless of how many times he tried to tell her to stop breaking into the bar, it never made a difference. seemed to go in one ear and out the other. not that he would have behaved differently if their roles were reversed, though. “and you really couldn’t wait for me to show up to get you your end of the world drink? i’m not even late, lily.” jason stated, moving to sit on one of the stools. “alright, so now you get to make me an end of the world drink.” not the smartest idea to drink on the job, but now he actually wanted to. “better be good.”

She quirked a brow at him as he took up occupancy on one of the bar stools beside her, finger tips tapping against the counter of the bar. The corner of her lips were tugged into a slight smirk as he spoke, ordering her to fix a drink up for him now too. Lily nodded, happy to oblige to his demands. She rose from her seat, trailing her fingers along the edge of the bar now as she stepped behind the bar, a playful deviousness twinkling in her chocolate brown hues as she leaned forward, propped her elbows on the counter and said, ❝ So, the world is ending and you decide to spend what could be your last hours on earth in this dive. What’s your damage, kid? ❞ Her voice was as smooth as velvet, oh how easy it was for the werewolf to shrug of her own persona, adjusting to one with more sincerity and compassion. Of course, she was teasing the other werewolf. The cracks in her feigned persona already showing with the curl of her lips and the bubble of laughter that rose in the back of her throat. 

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LILY // RORY:

        the scent of the other wolf tugs at memories she had left buried in new york. of late nights spent talking until the sunrise splintered through her bedroom window, of the full moon’s risking running through central park just for the kicks, of a girl that one moment was her family and the next was gone. “you’re one to talk-” she snorts, levelling her gaze with the brunette before her. she hardly looks any different, besides a little aging and a new hairstyle, she is quite clearly lily. how long had she spent trying to call her ?? trying to track down a new address ?? but lily had known how to stay gone, how to stay hidden. and rory was just a kid, crying over another friend she’d never expected to lose. teeth grit and she lets out a disgruntled huff before she turns and plucks a bottle of tequila from the shelf along with two shot glasses. “gonna need a drink for this one.” she murmurs, filling them both up and pushing one towards her companion.

Lily reaches for the shot of tequila, tipping it down her throat with an inkling of dread seeping into her bloodstream. She’d been so focused on finding the other werewolf that she hadn’t for a second even thought about what she was going to say to her when she found her. It had been over ten years, what exactly could she say to apologise for disappearing all those years ago? But there lied the problem, didn’t it? She wasn’t sorry — at least not for the reasons that she knew Rory wanted her to be sorry for. She left without a word, without a goodbye or a forwarding address for anybody to be able to reach her. Setting the empty tequila glass down on the counter, she licks her lips and shifts uncomfortably in her seat. She’s never felt as apprehensive around Rory as she did right now, everything used to be so easy.

Until she fucked it all up.

❝ This is weird, right? Me and you, together again, drinking tequila. It’s weird. ❞  

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LILY // DOVE:

“That’s due to the fact that we’re the monsters.” She smiled wryly but there was no humour in her eyes. It was true in a way. Werewolves, vampires, seelies, any creature that wasn’t regarded as human was the monster, the thing that went bump in the night. Lily was so… angry because she still had hope. She had hope for equality, for there to be the change where everyone was on the same level as everyone else. But hatred, inequality was so ingrained into every person, it was impossible. Ironically, it was a part of human nature and that included the shadowhunters. Dove had seen too much, knew too much and there was no hope inside her anymore. There would always be hatred towards her. 

“If you want to change the world, I won’t stop you. But blood spilled is a stain you won’t get out, no matter how good your intentions are in your mind.” Dove spoke evenly, ready for this debate. “I do have to ask where this point of view comes from, Lily, I’m sorry. You’re a lone wolf for a reason, I know that. But add that with your hatred of shadowhunters… what happened to you, pup?”

Vampires, werewolves and seelies might have been the monsters of most children’s nightmares, but Shadowhunters have always been the monsters in her nightmares. Her parents always told her stories about the Nephilim, a secret race of half human and half angel warriors who protect the mundane and shadow world from demonic attacks. 

I guess the Shadowhunters who murdered her parents missed the mandate.

❝ Screw the world. ❞ Lily spat, her face twisting into a grimace. What had the world ever done for her anyway? ❝ I couldn’t give a damn about the world. ❞ She’s lying, of course. Underneath her snark and flippant attitude she cares about the safety of her people, her friends.. her family. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have spent the last ten years searching every nook and cranny of the shadow world for intel on the reason behind her parents death. If she didn’t care she wouldn’t have checked in on Ben every once and a while, she wouldn’t feel the weight of her guilt heavy on her shoulders for abandoning him when his life was on the line.

It’s not that Lily doesn’t care about others, or is incapable of compassion or empathy.. her desire for self-preservation is simply greater than her desire for compassion.

❝ I’m not in the mood for sharing. ❞

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“wolves and girls, girls and wolves oh, so the stories go what all these poets dare not say is that every girl has wolves pacing rhythms in her heart”

— hear me howl | m.j.

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100 days of daisy johnson [26/100]

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lily park tag update!!

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quick character update folks!! stay with me now, this might get confusing.. i’ve changed lily’s faceclaim to chloe bennet, noah’s faceclaim has changed to nico tortorella ( i’ve also retconned his name to christopher ‘kit’ wallace ) && i’m now using phoebe for my third character, dawn collinsworth!! i’m going to toss a starter up on dawn before heading to bed and i’ll post her tags and intro tomorrow night after work