#itwontcostmuch

“I know what you are but what am I?” Lily sat in her bed, arms crossed defiantly. “I don’t wanna go to sleep!” The little girl stared up at her mother with a glimmer in her eye that was all too reminiscent of Maleficent’s. “You can’t make me!” Of course, she was only eight, it wouldn’t be much longer before her childhood biological clock would force her to bed but for now, she was going to milk the fact that it was anybody other than Mal putting her to bed. This way she might get to stay up for once to see what the grownups did after she’d been sent to sleep.

*cries a lot about my tentacled sea baby tbh*

James set a link to the boys. He knew they'd find the fanfic amusing. Then, after a moment's thought, sent it anonymously to some of the heroes he knew. He knew he wasn't the only one who would find this amusing. Then he sat back and started to look for more.

[text] F&J aren't here

James raised his eyebrows as the boys took the woman who had been flirting with him away, but as soon as Ursula appeared at his side he realized the reason. Apparently she had been watching him instead of having her own fun. He grinned, honestly amused. "Actually, I was just talking to a fascinating woman," he teased.

Someday, Chernabog thought Ursula might be on time just to mess with him. Today, of course, wasn't that day, and as he put on the finishing touches, fifteen minutes after he asked her to arrive, he finally had the ruckus of her entertaining the hallway beyond. He sat down, watching the door, waiting for her to join him for their weekly tea.