#pennywise reader

Summary: You are an eons old vampire that slept to hide. Waking up from hunger, you find yourself alone once more..and starving. In you search to find food you find something else along the way. Maybe you won't be so alone after all..

Parings: Pennywise and You of course ;)

Extra: You don't meet Penny boo in this part, sorry. Also, this part isn't that long either.

Warnings: Mentions of killing and death. Hunger.

Here, the calm quiet after a storm, crinkling leaves tussled against the ground as cool, dry air blew by. All livings things asleep throughout the deserted neighborhood. The moon shone down with a dull blue hue onto the black pavement road, casting dark anonymous shadows against houses and trees.

Silent footfalls led to the middle of the street, a black, heavy velvet cloak adorned a (s/c) figure. Your red eyes scanned the area around you cautiously, looking for any signs of danger.

Or humans.

Humans were your sworn enemy.

Killed off all of your relatives when you were younger. You wouldn’t forget all of the blood shed…or the screams for you to run…

Or the screams of your baby sister being thrown into a blazing fire.

You’ve been left to survive on your own, traveling from different places to seek a safe place to hide. Shelter. Anything to lock yourself away and fall into a deep slumber.

And you did.

It was a stormy night, rain pounding down onto the dirt road as you whisked around trying to find a safe space. You had searched deep into the woods, coming across an underground cave.

A dark place where none dare go into.

You had gone inside, quickly making a massive pile of leaves and falling onto it sullenly.

That when you closed your eyes and slept.

But now, you’ve been awakened.

Your hunger yanking you from sleep. It made you shake with pain from the long period of no feeding.

Saying you were hungry was an understatement No, you were starving.

You had to find food quick. The mere thought of a warm-blooded creature made you ache with unwavering pain. The blood rushing through their veins….

You growl, a low rumbling noise not many would hear, and close your eyes.

Other senses heightened, you take a large whiff of the air around you, using your body heat sense to find any unlucky souls about this late at night.

You could sense all the way down the block, around the corner of a two story house…

Pulses, heart beats, warmth.

Bodies.

Three of them.

Your mouth twitched.

Food.

Some of my favourites are Poppet, Darling, Sweetheart (mostly from Papa) and My Sweet (mostly from Penny)

Anon Request: Headcanon of Pennywise comforting the reader after they had a fight with someone and he’s pissed and wants to kill them because no one hurts his precious

He immediately starts loosing his cool when he sees you come home bloodied up

Revenge is the first thing in his mind

He’ll help you clean up your nose while demanding you tell him what happened

He’ll be upset, but the other part of him will still be loving the scent of your blood

You tell him that the other person looks worse

He’s still enraged, but feels a sense of pride over how tough you actually are

He gets very protective over you

Territorial af

Fiercely protectice

He’s always ready to kill when he sees you hurt, no matter what

“Who did it?”

He gets even angrier when you tell him you got into a fight

It takes all of five seconds for his fangs to come out

You have to admit that seeing him so protective is a turn on

He hates seeing you in pain

You tell him not to worry about it

He’ll growl in protest, but won’t say anything else at the moment

He’s more focused on making sure you’re okay

Angry growling

Both of you already know he’ll find who did it, and it won’t be good for the person when he does

Anyone that messes with you never lasts much longer afterwards

He gets you ice, bandages and anything else you need

He’ll sit down and pull you up into his lap to ice your wounds for you, and bandage them

Kissing your wounds

Stupid jokes

He tries to do whatever he can to comfort you

“I’ll make it feel better, human.”

He’ll let his angry simmer as he thinks about it

“I will kill anyone who lays a hand on you.”

He’s pissed, but he turns fluffy when you’re hurt

Constantly asking if you’re okay

“Do you need anything, little one?”

Lots of cuddling

He’ll keep kissing your wounds, thinking that it’s whyat you’re supposed to do to heal someone

Running his fingers over your bandages

But you definitely don’t mind because he’s being adorable

Once he knows you’re okay, he let’s his anger come back put

He won’t forget about what happened

He’ll grab you by the face to make you look at him

“Tell me, darling.”

Once he finds out, you see his face change

More growling

His sweet blue eyes turn into a ravenous, firey orange

He’ll excuse himself and tell you he has to leave

You both know what’s going to happen

You can’t stop him once he’s made up his mind

He’ll tuck you into

He’ll kiss you on the forehead before he leaves, you can feel the light scrape of his teeth across your skin

You can hear the growls rumbling in his chest

“I’ll come back to you.”

He finally disappears from your room

He’s out to get revenge

When he does finally return you see the mess that he is

Satisfied

Covered in dried blood

He’ll lay back down with you, wrapping you protectively in his arms

He’d be unsure and bewildered how to respond to such a caring action since he only knows evil and wickedness, but eventually he’d warm up and give back, finding your warm touch powerful and the fact you have started to see something different in him would make him feel something other than hatred, maybe even some sort of love. 💓💓