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pocmuzings · 4 years

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hello hi , it is g , ur friendly local neighbourhood hindu indian ( as in south asian ) ! so a few people requested that i just make a guide-esque sorta thing on hindu indian characters ! im not really good at guides , so instead , these are just little things i’ve noticed or picked up on that could really potentially strengthen the next indian character u ( pretty please ! ) pick up !

disclaimer : i am writing this from my perspective and it is NOT definitive , nor do i speak on behalf of all hindu indians ! i am a 23-year-old bisexual cis female hindu indian , with one older gay brother, and a Train Wreck middle brother . my mother is from new delhi , and my father is from nairobi but has indian heritage ( not sure which part of india bc he’s an Engima ) . i have extended family in india and have visited india about 10-15 times throughout my entire life .

so firstly , im so glad u all are here and want to write more hindu indian characters ! please please do so ! i hope this helps , encourages u , and isnt too confusing !!

psa : i need everyone to know that this is a very basic ‘ guide ‘ and theres a lot it DOESNT touch on or address bc i didnt want to get too Extensive and Detailed and have people Turn off and not Read it . this is just written in the terms of hopefully helping build character / be relevant to characters a bit better that ive employed into writing my OWN hindu indian character creations ! but if u have any other questions pls reach out to me or any other indians in the rpc and im sure we’ll try our best to assist u !

FCS:

one thing i’d really like to say is that its great to see fcs like dev patel , deepika padukone and avan jogia picked up every now and then in rps , but there’s actually a LOT of other indian fcs you could be and should be using ! the main reason people don’t seem to know them is because they’re not ‘ hollywood ‘ stars per se ( it was a super big deal when pr*yanka broke out of bollywood and into bollywood but we don’t talk about her on this Blog ) . they’re usually bollywood stars and i don’t really see bollywood discussed that much in the rpc !

if you’re after MORE indian fcs , i have a tag of indian females here , and indian males here . the fcs on my blogs are also not ALL that exist . there are plenty of other blogs out there that post indian fcs , such as sonamhelps & bollymusings !!! there’s also some really great faceclaim directories out there that include a LOT of indians with resources !

unfortunately , i do not know of any trans indians or nonbinary indians but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist . indian cultures and beliefs are still quite Old School and not super progressive . india only just had it’s first wlw mainstream bollywood film released last year . lgbtqia+ issues are NOT really spoken about in india or within indian families at ALL , and if they are - they’re usually dismissed or reacted to Very Very Badly . ( again this isnt definitive and im sure and hopeful that some indians have had GREAT coming out stories and been accepted by their families but this has not been a common thing ive seen or witnessed from my cousins my age , indian friends , myself and my brother who are lgbtqia + )

FOOD :

we do eat with our hands and we eat like PROS with our hands . we can shovel it so easily and quickly . i don’t know how to describe it but you use the first three fingers of your hand to place the Food there , and then use your thumb to kinda scoop it off and into your mouth . this is NOT unhygienic because indians wash their hands very regularly and most of the time we aren’t actually touching our mouths to our hands !

indian food is MADE to be eaten with your hands for the most part . it is literally NOT practical to eat food with a knife and fork . here’s a really great article explaining things more in depth re: indian food and using our hands !

cows are seen as Very holy beings in hindu indian culture , and for that reason - there isn’t a lot of beef being eaten or consumed. sure , some indians DO eat beef but i don’t think its super common, but in my personal experience as a non-beef-eater this results in A LOT of me asking ‘ oh , sorry what sauce does that pasta come with ? ‘ ‘ oh those are beef sausages ? sorry i can’t eat them ‘ etc etc . beef is in a LOT of things , and this makes me very very careful and almost pedantic about what i do eat and ask about , food wise !

indian food is seen as stinky by a majority of white people . it has a very very strong smell as im sure u know , and opening ur lunch box as a little kid to a Curry or Dal ur mum has made u ? one way street to being bullied . i also remember a time a real estate agent continuously told my dad nobody was interested in buying our house bc it smelled too much like curry, despite my mum not having cooked curry in Weeks ( just say what u Really mean , bitch ! )

indian curry exists but so does dal / daal . this is curry-like dish that is usually made out of lentils . so if ur going to talk about indian food and u know curries and samosas . . pls also bring up dals . and sabji ! ( sabji is usually just boiled vegetables plopped together . a lot of potato usually )

desserts are what we call Indian Sweets . this is stuff that is usually very VERY sugary and a bit of an accustomed taste . theyre very colourful and LOOK beautiful but even i , for one , can not eat many indian sweets bc they are a Lot of Sweet and Sugar . examples of indian sweets that u can google : gulab jamun , burfi , rasgulla , jalebi etc . here’s a great link for more !

give me spiced food or give me death . literally . . put some cumin in . . put some garam masala . . put some chillies . . flavour ur Food for my Indian Taste Buds

FAMILY :

if you are the oldest son of an Indian Family . . congratulations . you are now the Head of the family and must carry every weight and burden alone . it is extremely isolating and taxing on you ( my dad is the oldest indian son , and also - so is my eldest brother , obvs ) . there is a LOT that is expected of you to do . you are expected to quite literally run the family and be the ‘ man of the house ‘ by yourself .

if you are a daughter . . . even BIGGER congratulations ! you are basically a maid to every male or guest who EVER comes over to your house . you must be a Hostess , you must be in the kitchen cooking , serving snacks, bringing tea , and then washing up and basically waiting on Hand and Foot . you will not be included into a lot of dialogue or engaged in a lot of conversation and TRUST ME ! THAT WILL GRIND UR GOD DAMN GEARS IN THE 21ST CENTURY !

if you are a boys’ boy ( aka straight and Sporty ) , then congrats ! you get it the easiest : you are the favourite of every social event . the uncles and cousins love talking to you and dude-ing it up with you , and the aunts fawn over you and think you’re the Best Thing since sliced bread . sit back , put your feet up , and expect to be treated like a God. you can do absolutely no wrong . ( my middle brother is this to a T and listen . . he’s been in and out of jail for physical violence and ab*se for over 5 years . and family still FROTH over him . my teeth are gritted to dust thinking of this again )

indian aunties are lethal . they gossip like teenage girls . they will find out everything . they will bitch behind your back . they can NOT be trusted .

everyone is ur uncle or aunt, sister or brother . literally everyone . ur cousin ? no. thats ur sister . ur dads friend ? no , thats ur uncle . you will call them as such . EVERYONE is family .

family is in general a VERY BIG THING in indian culture , too . ‘ what will it Look like to everyone else if we don’t all arrive together ? ‘ my dad usually asks dskjdfjn . it’s all about Looking Right and Standing As A United Front . that being said , indian family has undying and unwavering loyalty for one another , they just show it in a very Weird way .

FASHION:

female hindu indian formal clothes are usually really embroidered to hell and back and this makes them very scratchy , uncomfortable, and HEAVY . you aren’t running anywhere anytime soon in a full blown lehenga or saree

most ‘ modern ‘ hindu indian women do not wear full Indian Clothes all the time . some do , but usually it’s a lot of wearing a kurti tunic with jeans , or just normal everyday clothing . again , this is going to be different based on which parts of india your character is from , though !

usually , older women and married women wear traditiona hindul indian clothing quite often . i know my mum wore a sari AT HOME everyday when i was growing up, until i was like 13 and took her shopping with me to get something Else to wear .

bindi’s just stick right onto ur forehead but they do fall off a lot , especially when ur wearing makeup or sweating . again , you don’t need to wear a bindi everyday , unless thats ur preference . i usually only wear them for festivals . ( festivals means indian celebrations , not like . . coachella ((which u should not be wearing a bindi to , if ur not indian fyi )) )

male formal clothes are usually just literally anything Formal and buttoned up for the most part , and u can get away with that , or you can wear a really nice kurta

indians wear white at funerals , not black ( not sure if this should go in the fashion section but this entire thing is being organised into a Mess by now anyways ) . you CAN wear black to a funeral of course , but its common to wear white !

DATING ( tw’s for islamaphobia ):

modern day indian / desi fuck boys exist and my god they are Something Else . hasan minhaj did a really good piece about this and explaining them to a T ( starts at 1:43 )

( THIS IS THE POINT THAT WILL MENTION ISLAMAPHOBIA AND HOMOPHOBIA ! ) basically according to Older indians , , ur dating options in 2020 go like this ( if ur a cis female like me ) : hindu indian men are god tier , white men are Not Okay But I Guess So Bc We Have To Accept They’re Everywhere , females / being lgbtqia+ is not Taken Seriously , and muslims are literally not even close to being an option or Accepted . again this isn’t definitive but based on a lot of indian media i’ve consumed and seen how they portray muslims in general as well as Dating Options , as well as talking to other indians , both who are older / traditional and hold these ideals , whereas Younger gens generally do NOT hold these ideals / actively are Against these backwards ideals. i remember when i was in year 6 and had my first boyfriend . . he was a muslim and my dad FLIPPED the FUCK out . it’s not even that i was dating someone / young / his only daughter . . it was mainly because i was dating a muslim . again , this is a very OLD SCHOOL and traditional way of thinking and it is NOT CORRECT . pls don’t take this as a note to be islamaphobic if u write an indian character bc . . thats literally the opposite of what im trying to tell u here .

yeah arranged marriages are definitely still a thing for us , even now in 2020

YES if u are an unmarried / single indian ( ESPECIALLY if ur a woman ) about to enter ur 30s . . ur in DANGER and u are the black sheep and theres probably something Wrong With You bc why are u still single ?

TRADITIONS / BELIEFS / SUPERSTITIONS :

idk if its just me and my family but we are SUPER superstitious . if you say anything like ‘ he hasnt gotten sick in years !’ immediately , everyone knocks on wood or their head . if you were planning on leaving the house and sneeze ? thats bad luck , stand and wait for five minutes then u can leave . we have a strong belief in drishti , or alternatively : The Evil Eye , and making sure we don’t invite it into our lives . a lot of our prayers are about warding drishti away .

the evil eye is kinda Complicated but basically its an ill-wishing upon an unsuspecting person . if somebody is jealous of you or angered by you , they may wish upon you or cast upon you the Evil eye ( or even just glare at u whilst ur not looking and thats Big Bad ) .

a lot of older indians , like older people in general i guess , are not super progressive or Open . this isnt ALWAYS the case but older indians can be very very stubborn in their beliefs in what is Right and Wrong , Normal and Not Normal

theres a LOT of hindu indian festivals and events ! tbh too many for me to even keep up with . but without fail at least once a year ill say to ONE of my friends ‘ oh sorry i cant make it . i have an indian Thing on that day ‘ and its usually about a festival , so pls be aware that there are a LOT of indian festivals and if ur writing an indian character , its perfectly understandable and Relatable for them to say they can’t make it to a party or hang out with their friends that night , for that very reason !

the main / most popular ( ? ) festivities that i personally do celebrate every year without fail are :

diwali ( the festival of lights , celebrating goddess lakshmi roaming the earth . in my household this is usually turning on literally every single light and lighting candles and fireworks / sparklers and saying some prayers , and eating a formal dinner all together ! )

holi ( the festival of colours . celebrating victory and love . again personally for me , this was usually celebrated at the temple with all of us Kids running around throwing paint on each other ! )

rakhi / raksha bandhan ( a day of sisters celebrating their brothers . you tie a rakhi which is usually a bracelet / holy string around your brothers wrist , feed them some food , pray for their wellbeing and in return they gift you something . in my case, i usually get money from them ) .

navratri / durga puja ( 9 nights and 10 days of celebrations but tbh u don’t have to do all the days . or i mean . . i don’t . i fast one day from morning to night and then i slide on over to boogie and dance dandiya which is literally the MOST FUN dance ever bc its based off some Historical Fight and u go faster and faster and keep going until ur absolutely SPENT bc u dont wanna lose ur place in the circle )

there are SO MANY HINDU INDIAN GODS too . and so many prayers to all of them and to just general Life Wellness . chances are that ur character will know at least ONE aarti / gazal / prayer off by heart and have sung it at least 30 times in a monotone voice . the ones i know off by heart bc ive had to sing them 3000 times ? om jai jagdish hare , & the gayatri mantra

GENERAL LIL THINGS I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO CATEGORISE ( tw’s for skin whitening , colorism and classism ) :

( THIS IS THE POINT THAT NEEDS A TW FOR SKIN WHITENING AND COLORISM ) lets hold indians accountable right now : we advertise SKIN LIGHTENING CREAM . i think they finally stopped that earlier this year / due to BLM ( i’m not entirely sure / could be wrong ) , but thats literally how bad it is , that we would openly advertise and encourage people to literally bleach their skin rather than look darker .

( THIS IS THE POINT THAT NEEDS A TW FOR COLORISM AND CLASSISM ) colorism is a BIG thing in india and usually linked to class . generally speaking , the people who are Darker Skinned are usually people who work outside / labourers or homeless even , and are therefore seen as lower class / bottom class . the lighter skin you have , the more privileged and advantaged you are bc ur seen as working a Good job out of the sun and having a home . it’s incredibly classist as well as just generally Fucked Up . why am i telling u this ? mainly so u understand the importance of using a dark skinned indian fc vs a light skinned indian fc which i know is hard , bc a lot of darker skinned indians arent in hollywood / have resources , but its still something to Think About .

i have a long Ethnic name . literally my first name is 10+ letters , which i know doesnt seem that long Necessarily but its also a Super Ethnic name with e’s and and j and n . it Flows and Sounds very clearly different from a christian name . it is VERY important to me that my name be said Correctly because i’ve spent so much time having it said incorrectly or Westernised . i also know a lot of indians my age who ( like me ) have had to dramatically shorten their REAL first name ( which is usually also pretty long . not always , but it is Common ) , to fit their name into white people’s mouths better . please put some thought into ur indian characters name !

not all indians speak hindi ! hindi is one of MANY dialects within india . there is also tamil , urdu , bengali , punjabi , telugu and SO many more , so pls research which part of india ur character / their family is from bc hindi won’t always be the default language for them !

not every indian is hindu ! of course ur character doesnt have to be religious at all , bc if im being honest IM barely religious but my FAMILY is and this is smth u should think abt bc religion is a pretty big thing for indians . so even if ur character isnt hindu , they were probably raised with SOME religious beliefs . have a think about which religions they would have been brought up with ! there’s a very large percentage of practicing muslims , sikhs and buddhists too ! and even christianity !

WRITING WISE / CREATING AN INDIAN CHARACTER WISE :

the first step should be to consume indian media ! listen to indian music . watch bollywood movies ! theres SO MANY out there on everyone’s netflix . if u want some recs , let me know and i can try my best to find smth for u ! if u want smth thats Hollywood-indian . . . Hasan Minhaj is great to watch , especially his episodes on indian culture / politics , and Never Have I Ever on netflix was rlly good / relatable for me personally as an indian growing up in a western society !

i would really really love to see more indian rep in general , but i’d also like to discuss the Stereotypes that ive seen indians portrayed as in mainstream hollywood media :

indian women as soft spoken and subservient beings who are abused by their husbands and have no say in anything

heterosexuality within indian relationships and indian dating

indian men as sleazy

indians in general not being seen as Sexy or Sexual beings with any sex drive at all

Stumbling , Stuttering , Nerdy awkward messes of men who don’t know how to interact with anybody they find sexually appealing

an indian character that everybody ( usually white ) finds Uncomfortable and Weird and is seen as usually the Butt of the joke .

i think those mentioned above could be helpful in how to plan your next indian character and think about how to SUBVERT a trope theyre often portrayed as , or create an indian thats not stereotypical !

so what and who SHOULD you write ?

an indian character who is proudly and openly gay , or bi

a trans or nonbinary indian ( PLEASE ! )

an indian character with really super accepting parents and family

an aromantic indian

an indian who is focused on their career first and not their dating life

a fuckboy / fuckgirl ( honestly . . i’d love to see it )

a indian character who is a party animal

an outspoken indian female who takes no shit and is strong in every sense of the word

a confident , smooth talking indian businessman who is Sexy and Lusted After ( not in a gross christian grey way but just . i’d love to see indian characters seen as Sexy . not in a fetishy way , either , but just because it’d be a nice change in pace ! )

a character who IS traditional / religious but also very progressive and forward thinking in their beliefs

honestly just any character that isnt whats mentioned above

#guide #writing help #rph #rpc #islamaphobia tw #colorism tw #classism tw #idk if this is any good and i was very uncomfortable putting in the part abt how a lot of older indians feel abt muslims #but i mean . . lets just call it the fuck out bc its Gross Behaviour so lets call it out and work to change it #anyways every trigger is tagged super clearly in every point that talks abt it #i kept those parts Brief and as Direct and Honest as possible #pls let me know if u need me to tag anything #and lastly . . . pls write indian characters !!!!

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onlyplatonicirl · 4 years

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Birfday Gorl UwU

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“A little to the left.”

“Like this?”

“A bit more.”

“Uh… here?”

“Slime does that look even a little bit symmetrical to you?”

“You’re literally impossible right now,” said Slime, tacking the banner in place regardless of Lorel’s immediate shrieking complaint. “Since when have you become so nit-picky about decoration placement and stuff? Your room looks like an atomic bomb went off in it.”

“Well good thing it’s not my room!” Lorel replied, clapping her hands together in agitation. She rocked on her heals at a very brisk pace, her eyes darting around the room. “Listen, at least just TRY to set this up right?? Also maybe stand on a chair instead of Andrew’s shoulders because if you fall it will not only kill you but them too.”

Andrew blinked at Lorel like she was stupid, their hands on Slime’s legs as the redhead wobbled to tack everything to the wooden banister, tongue sticking out in concentration. Slime exclaimed triumphantly once they successfully had it in place, throwing their hands back in glee. Unfortunately, that also offset their center of gravity.

Lorel turned her back as both of them shrieked and collapsed to the floor, already tuning out their incessant squabbling. The decorations were all set, for the most part. Light blue balloons were floating around the room, with the tablecloth, streamers, banners and confetti to match. The confetti was assumed to be blue, but they didn’t know for sure because it was compressed into cardboard cones, and planned to pop out when the guest of honor arrived. Various other creators scurried to and fro, adding to the ever-growing gift pile, setting up the potluck and adding a multitude of dishes, as well as making small talk amongst themselves before the event started. Lorel recognized the majority of them, and waved to a few of them as she made her way into the main kitchen, ducking under a tray carried by Nobody, with tons of little confectionaries.

But before she could get there, she ran into-

“Chai! How’s everything going?”

Chai laughed in return, giving Lorel a hug. “It’s going great. I’m so excited.”

“SAME,” Lorel said, accompanied with a slouch. “I’ve ben planning this for so long, especially these things.”

She stuck a thumb behind her, motioning to the massive yellow feathered wings that started at her shoulder blades and draped all the way to the floor, the gradient becoming lighter towards the end feathers. Chai raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I was going to comment on that,” she began. “Those don’t look like your usual, uh… pointy wings.”

“That’s because they aren’t,” Lorel said, running a hand through her hair to clear her eyes. “It took me two full months of studying anatomy and transmogrification with every book on the subject in the entirety of the Council’s Library to get these to form. The number of times I attempted to summon these properly only to result in an explosion of feathers is unreal. Synthia and the others got really tired coming back to find our quarters covered in yellow fluff.”

“Well I like them, they’re soft. But, why exactly???”

Lorel smiled softly. “I don’t know, I just thought it would be kind of sweet because… She always gives the fluffiest and softest hugs. I thought it would be nice if I was able to return the favor for once, to show her how great her trademarked “Floofy Hugs” are. Give her a taste of her own wonderful medicine, haha!”

Chai laughed. “Well, I’D like a floofy hug from you.”

“Once I even figure out how to get these things to fold and move properly? Sure. You can get floofy hugs too,” Lorel replied, smiling. “But we all know that I’m not as good at it.”

“HEY WHY ARE THOSE WINGS SO DISPROPORTIONATELY LARGE?” Someone across the room screamed. Without missing a beat, Lorel whipped around, almost smacking Chai in the face with the limbs she did not quite have the hang of yet.

“I DON’T KNOW, WHY IS YOUR BRAIN SO DISPROPORTIONATELY SMALL, LO??”

“HOW BAD CAN IT BE, LOREL?”

“IT’LL GET PRETTY BAD PRETTY QUICK IF YOU DON’T SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE.”

Chai was busy trying not to laugh herself into combustion, a hand over her mouth. Lorel looked at her, exasperated. “Excuse me for one moment. I need to go check up on the cake. If I stand still for long enough Lo starts trying to play paper-wad basketball with my halos.”

She and Chai gave each other a quick hug, before parting ways with “I love you!!!”’s on both sides.

Peeping her head in through the kitchen doorway, Lorel narrowly avoided a massive jawbreaker being flung across the room. Ly had been in charge of the cake, and it seemed to be going well. The ponkey girl was having a blast, a tube of icing in each hand, and letting out her more wild artistic side. Her tail curled happily in the air as she drew gravity defying shapes around the cake out of vanilla frosting. Lorel smiled and left. At least that was taken care of. But there was still a lot of other things to do. There were two many bodies in too small of a room. It was chaos, and she had signed up to oversee it all.

Lorel sighed. Why did she ever agree to running anything? The only mature thing about her was her physical age. Time to be the adult, I guess.

Climbing up a few steps to gain a slight leverage and trying not to trip over her new way-too-large wings, she clapped her hands to quell the silence. She soon had the attention of the room.

“OKAY,” she began. “HERE’S HOW THIS IS GONNA GO BEFORE MY WIFE ARRIVES—”

A single, large breath in.

“Lyn and Lynn, take watch outside for her. Blossom, make sure everyone’s got a party hat, and help Shadow and Template with the paintings if they need any. Lucky and Achro keep the streets secure, we don’t want any blockheads ruining our big day. Dey, Launch, Template, Poggers, Lily, both Alexes, Rawlyx and Zen are on exterior decoration duty. I want every corner of the roof tied with decorations. Ly’s finishing the cake, and she’ll need a handful of people to aid her in setting everything up. Smartie can attend to that, as well as Diamond. Slime and Andrew, I know I’m asking the impossible, but your job is to not be stupid for like - at least 2 minutes. AT LEAST. Everyone else find a good hiding spot and no shoving or pushing or summoning ancient celestial daggers or transforming into a five headed demons. Or you’re getting kicked out of the party. Scrub, be my monitor, would you? And Otter’s job is to keep being absolutely adorable and precious. Are we all clear?”

The whole building cheered, and Lorel finally sighed. Right next to her was Otter, who she promptly scooped up in her arms and kissed on the forehead with a very loud “mwah” to follow. Otter happily closed their eyes – a pseudo-smile.

“OKAY THEN. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL STILL STANDING AROUND FOR??? LET’S MOVE IT, LOSERS! GO GO GO GO GO!”

Everyone quickly bustled about, and Lorel set Otter back on the floor once again. Creators of every shape and size scrambled about, trying to find places to hide, and all the lights were shut off when the two Lyn(n)s gave the cue

“She’s coming she’s coming!”

The house went completely silent, save for the sound of footsteps approaching the door.

The handle turned-

And all the light’s clicked on. Everyone jumped up from behind the couch, and light blue confetti flew everywhere as everyone screamed in unison.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANDY!!!!!!!!!”

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HAPPY BIRTH SHANDYYYYYYYY ILSYM SORRY I DIDNT FINISH THIS YESTERDAY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

IM GONNA TAG THE MAIN PPL IN THIS FIC BC IM A LITTLE BIT PRESSED FOR TIME RN AND I DONT HAVE TIME TO TAG EVERYONE BUT ILL LINK IT SO AAAAAAA

Mainly Featuring:

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AS WELL AS THE AMAZING @shandycandy278 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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#creatorverse #creatorverse fanfiction #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #IDK WHAT ELSE TO TAG #HAPPY BIRTH #OKAY I GOTTA GO IM SUPER PRESSED FOR TIME FJDSAKFJDKLAF #FLOOFY HUGS YOU BACK

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big1ron · 4 years

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The Venator “Resolute” had jumped right into a separatist trap. Somehow a virus infecting the main computer has scrambled the hyperspace jump coordinates, and now the companies on board were outnumbered and without reinforcements, deep in separatist space. A few last, desperate SOSs to nobody, and the ship was quickly overwhelmed with fire. The Resolute was going down. But not before each of the escape pods could be jettisoned.

————- Chapter Two: Bad Things -—————

Dogma shot the droid and tackled Jesse just a second to late, and took the bolt himself

The pain in his left side (and a little across his back) was searing. He was still breathing though, it missed anything vital. Just grazed him. He was rolled off the arc trooper to the side as the blasterfire didn’t pause for a second even though his own shot had destroyed its target. The fire didn’t last for more than a minute though, as the arc trooper disarmed and destroyed two of the droids with ease, and the medic took the last one.

That was pathetic, he couldn’t even get back up afterwards. He had taken worse than this, so why did it hurt so badly? He could barely hear what Jesse was saying, almost didn’t notice coric appear beside him.

“You di’kut! That hurt you far worse than it would have hurt me, what were you thinking!”

Right. Arc trooper. Thicker chest plate means the bolt wouldn’t have hurt him that badly

“S-sorry sir.”

Coric removed Dogmas helmet and jabbed a painkillers hypo into his neck “that was a sniper bolt, high powered. But it missed anything vital, you��ll live” Quickly moves to remove the chest plate before being stopped by Jesse

“Leave it coric”

“Jesse I dont care how much you hate him if-“

“I said leave it! This isn’t about my feelings for him. Maybe I hate him a little but he’s still my brother and I don’t want him to suffer. But we just encountered commando droids and that means there could be more around. It’s not vital you treat that but If you remove his chest plate to treat that and he gets shot again, you would be dealing with something much worse. So let’s move!”

“I- sir yes sir.”

“Kix you doing okay there buddy?” Echo turns back from the head of the group to look at kix, who is leaning much more heavily on rex now. Rex had chosen the right tunnel, they were now on the surface walking through the forest.

“I hate you... soo much echo. Plea’slow down...” they couldn’t have been walking more than a few hours but Kix looked absolutely exhausted. And he had been tripped by echo a few times now.

“I do too Kix, I do too. Echo, he’s right we should stop here for a little while, you two need some rest. DON’T annoy him in his sleep please.“

Echo takes Kix from Rex and is glared at before he can drop him. “Oh come on. Neither of you hate me, and Rex I know I’m your favourite.”

“My favourite’s Fives”

Echo gasps, offended “you take that back”

“You’re all rex’ favourite ok? Can I plea’sleep now?” Echo sighs in apparent defeat. The two settle down against a tree and once rex is sure they’re both asleep he begins watch.

Rex paces the parameter and looks back at the two vode, sleeping together. He smiles softly. They really are cute when they aren’t trying to annoy each other, or him. On the farthest corner of his loop though he hears something drop down from the trees between him and the other two. Commando droids.

They were completely unseen in the night, with their eyes not glowing like they should. They did now though, and he was surrounded as three appeared behind him. Rex immediately turn to the one centred behind him and blasts it to smithereens, diving over it and rolling to escape the others blasts. He runs in the opposite direction to echo and Kix to lure the droids away.

All four droids fall for it, they must not have noticed the two. The captain stops dead in his tracks and elbows the nearest droid in the face and shoots it with his free hand. He then throws that droid into another, knocking it over and deactivating both. He shoots a third down and has a mini heart attack when he can’t find the fourth. Is almost relieved when it springs on him from a nearby bush. He wrestles with it on the ground until he can grab his dropped blaster, and shoot it.

Rex gets up and dusts himself off. Now he just needs to get back and... which direction did he come from...?

“ECHO! KIX? WHERE ARE YOU TWO” he called but either they were to far to hear him or were to asleep to hear him.

“- But thats way to risky! There are three of us hardcase, we will be killed!”

“It’s either that or we get used to this place cause we aren’t leaving”

“There are other ways than storming into a separatist base, think with your head for once!”

“Oh don’t start that up again. I’m thinking perfectly fine, just cause your an arc trooper doesn’t make you any smarter than me”

“Yeah well maybe it gives me a little more common-

“will you two stop arguing already!?”

Hardcase and Fives both stop bickering to look at Tup. It’s the first time either of them has stopped bickering in the last few hours.

“Stop yelling at each other, it’s getting nowhere. I know you both want what’s best for the squad but you can do that without screaming at each other! Fives I know you’re and arc trooper and hardcase I know you have seniority, and I know you have conflicting ideas and opinions but following the structure of command we have to listen to fives.”

The three were walking in a single file line across a thin out pass on the side of a cliff face, heading for the summit. Fives first plan. Get a vantage point. Tups speach shut the two of them up for a little, but not long, as they started fighting again as hardcase questioned who has been put in charge by Rex more often. They didn’t hear him yelp when the rocks fell out from beneath him. He was send skidding all the way back down to the base of the cliff, which had had to have been a few hundred feet at least. He tried to grab at rocks, branches, anything he could to slow his fall but all he did was send himself rolling instead of sliding.

He landed on the ground with a thud. His head was spinning and he hardly had time to even register what had happened. He let himself lay splayed in the ground for a second before mentally checking himself over. His hair tie had snapped sometime during the fall and he would definitely be bruised in quite a few places but nothing felt broken. He pulled himself to his feet and looked back up to where they were. He couldn’t see fives or hardcase “GUYS! FIVES, HARDCASE!” He called “IM DOWN HERE!”

No response. Great. Ok. Nice.

Tup scooped up his blaster and began to search for another way up the cliff.

“HARDCASE WE LOST TUP”

“WHAT”

“HES GONE”

“HOW COULD YOU LOSE TUP!?”

“HEY I didn’t lose anyone. He just disappeared!!”

“Well where could he have gone?!”

Both turn and look down and look to eachother before fives has to grab hardcase to stop him flinging himself off the cliff

Jesse still has one pistol drawn and is on guard as his group moves down the path. Dogma had been even more quiet then later but coric assumed that was to hide the pain. Coric would keep an eye on him, he wouldn’t tell him whenever the painkillers wore off. That’s something he knew about dogma. Dogma wasn’t paying attention and tripped in some kind of animal burrow. He w t down with a small noise of distress. Coric stopped and waited for him to get up, Jesse didn’t. Dogma caught back up to the group, but the limp was noticeable. Jesse only rolled his eyes.

“Hey are you alright?” Coric asked, as if he expected any answer other than ‘fine.’

“I’m alright, doesn’t matter.”

Close enough. He kept an eye on him and the limp didn’t go away for 10 minutes so he decided to intervene.

“Hey Jesse, let’s stop. I want to check over dogma again. He’s limping”

“I’m fine coric it’s-“

Ah there it is. The ‘I’m fine’ he’s so used to hearing.

“Listen kid when a medic tells you something you listen. We’ll stop. Coric, make this as quick as possible though.”

Of course, Kix was also a medic. Jesse is just as bad as the rest of them but he’s probably heard these PSAs more than anyone.

Coric held up the medisensor and sighed

“It’s sprained. He really shouldn’t be walking on it. I won’t be able to treat it properly until we get back.”

“What? No, I can walk fine. I was just doing so, wasn’t I? Let’s get going again”

“No, you think you’re fine. If coric says you can’t, I guess you can’t.” Jesse sighs and turns to coric “I guess I’ll carry him. We can’t leave him here, and you’ve got the medpack.”

Coric’s honestly a little surprised Jesse agreed, but then he feels a little bad for underestimating Jesse. But then again he gets the feeling Jesse may actually just be playing four dimensional petty chess as well.

Having acquired Ahsoka a second bike, the two Jedi were surveying the planet right until the crack of dawn when

“Master am I crazy or do you feel what I feel?”

Anakin’s bike skids to a stop in front of a trooper laying face down in the dirt, as if that’s right where he fell

“Whatcha doing Rex? Trying to become a landform?”

The captain pulls his arms underneath him and gets up. He is almost tackled right back to the ground as he’s tackle hugged from behind. Luckily he’s caught (and also hugged from the front) by anakin.

“We missed you Rex! I was afraid you were shot down! I’m so glad you’re alive...” said ahsoka

“It’s great to see you two, sirs. But I don’t know how much longer I’ll be alive if you keep crushing me”

“Now ahsoka, please don’t kill our poor captain. He looks like he’s had a long day.” He pulls away from Rex and ahsoka does the same. “So Rex, we only have two speeders, so who do you want to ride with?”

“Uhh...” he weighed his options. On the one hand- to long. Both Jedi got that glint in their eye that meant competition and both grabbed at rex at once. Anakin pulled him towards himself before ahsoka could lay a hand on the captain.

“Alright captain, you’re riding with me. Hold on.”

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Gotham’s Little Prince:

Part One

A Request For: @jokers-doll Here you go Doll, I hope you like this first part :)

Summary: Y/N finds out she’s pregnant with Joker’s baby. Terrified of how he will react, she hides the evidence until she can muster up the courage to tell him.

A/N: Buckle up because this is more than just a story of reader telling Joker she’s pregnant. There’s aftermath, protection and a beautiful birth❣️this was supposed to be a one shot but I got carried away like always 🖤

Beta Reader: @arthur-flecks-lovely-smile thank you again! Im so glad I found you ❣️ The perfect Beta Reader. Everyone should check out her work too, it’s amazing and it inspires me :)

Word Count: 2,934

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Swearing, Pregnancy, Mentions of Violence

You were tired, exhausted actually. After Joker had overthrown Gotham, you have both worked tirelessly day in and day out to get where you have gotten in this very moment.

And there you were - standing outside on the balcony of Wayne’s Manor, with your hands on the railings looking out over the trees at the cities buildings that stood tall in the distance. Even though it was right outside the city, it was the perfect place for a king and his queen. This is where you and Joker lived now after hearing of the Wayne families death, and a luxury it was. How ironic it had been that you both had everything you could possibly ever dream of; a warm bath in a marble tub that blended with the white marble floors, grapes picked right off the vine for you and Joker to share after a long day, aged wine worth hundreds, a magnificent California king size bed with a canopy of dark red drapes cascading down the frames. Everything, everything except the daily doses of Gotham’s chaos. It was too peaceful here for you and your king sometimes.

So that is why you stood where you were in this moment, Joker and Your’s favorite spot, the only spot in the manor to be able to still see the tall structures as they inundated with the smoke that rose from Gotham’s streets.

You usually accompanied Joker during his daily tasks and crimes. He’s been a busy man since this all started, usually making sure his followers were keeping guard around the entire city’s borders.

No one comes in... and nobody leaves.

But you have stayed behind this past week and a half, you weren’t feeling well. You blamed it on your upcoming period since you tended to belong to the unlucky kind of woman who couldn’t even get out of bed during their cycle. Though your period never came, and you have grown worried. Joker has been very stressed recently so you haven’t dared to talk to him about your own distresses and concerns.

It was unlike you to keep things from Joker. You first met when you were walking home from work one day. You saw a clown dancing happily to piano music on the street with a sign reading “EVERYTHING MUST GO”. You watched him as you came closer only to find a group of punks stealing his sign and running away with it. You quickened your steps and followed as the clown chased after the teenagers. After a couple blocks you thought you had lost sight of his bright colored getup. Ready to give up, you went to turn around until you saw him laying almost lifeless down the ally in front of you. You saw no sight of the punks so you started to run until you were close enough to kneel down by the clown. You helped him up and brushed off the asphalt that stuck to his clothes.... and the rest has been history.

You sighed deeply, still flicking your (y/e/c) eyes to the buildings in the distance. You held your tummy as your mind rambled anxiously. You knew it was possible you could be pregnant. Joker wasn’t one to care for protection or pulling out. And neither were you for that matter. The sensation was just too staggering to give a shit. You were both so impulsive, you were perfect for each other.

As you looked out your mind continued to ramble with thought after thought. Joker was out there in between those buildings somewhere. You were planning on going out to get a pregnancy test without being seen by anybody. This would be a difficult task since everyone knew who you were, everyone knew you were Joker’s Queen.

You took one last sigh before turning on your heels to go back inside. You scurried down the hallways and corridors to your bedroom to change your clothes into something that would make you less noticeable. After a couple minutes of searching you found a oversized black coat that had probably belonged to Thomas Wayne. You also picked out some black jeans you owned. You quickly got dressed and took a look in the mirror, taking your (y/h/c) hair and pulling it behind your head to tuck it in the back of the coat. You then reached over and grabbed a clown mask, setting it over your face before pulling up the hoodie over your head. You felt confident that you could get away with this look and blend in.

And with that you were off, leaving the building with ease without being seen by any of the “guards” that Joker had stationed around your new home. You were allowed to leave whenever you wanted but you didn’t want to chance any of them telling Joker you had left. You had imagined beforehand what it would be like; Coming home early only to find one of his henchman tattling to him before he could even reach the main doors. Revealing to him how you were spotted leaving, without a return. You knew he would be very concerned for your wellbeing. You’d rather just come clean now than have to make Joker go through such affliction.

Your walk was longer than usual since you stayed in the shadows. You took allies that weren’t occupied and kept your head down as protesters and rallies passed. You entered the first convenient store you saw. You didn’t have to buy anything right now In this city as the mayhem was at its peak recently. No one was working since it was too dangerous. Almost all stores had smashes in the window and most people looted as they pleased. You walked straight in through the window and found the feminine section fairly quickly. You took what you needed and left and fast as you came.

You were home safe without being noticed by a soul. You peeled the clothes off putting them back where you found it and changed back into your dark blue polka dot flare dress. You walked straight to a bathroom that usually wasn’t used by Joker and Yourself. You lifted your dress and sat down, staring down at the box that contained the test. You felt unsure now.

Did you really want to know right now? What if it’s positive? How will your beloved Joker react?

Your heart started to pound in your ears as these new thoughts rose throughout you. You couldn’t see this being a positive outcome. You really didn’t want to see Joker mad. He was so unpredictable with his emotions that sometimes you didn’t even know if you knew him. He’s not Arthur anymore. However, Joker was still very tender towards you. Warm and gentle for the most part. But you also knew certain things caused him to lash out. You actually loved how unpredictable he was at times. It made everything new and exciting. But right now you were seeing how this could be a not so great and not so thrilling thing.

You were feeling dizzy now. Your mind going a mile a minute, you tried to get your breathing under control.

“You can do this. Joker will still love you no matter what. Just take the test.” You consoled softly to yourself.

You took a few more deep breaths before opening the box. 1980’s pregnancy tests were test tubes that took 2 hours before showing results. So you were in for a very tense wait. And a nervous one at that since you were never sure when Joker was going to be home. You did everything you were supposed to do. You shook the urine in the test tube and placed it behind the toilet on the floor for no one to see. You took the box and crinkled it up inside out, discarding it deep in the trash. Now all there was to do was wait. And it WAS a very tense wait. You made a mental note to keep your eye on the clock for when it was ready to check.

You tried to keep your mind off of it by watching tv, a fail. You paced the halls over and over with your hands clenched behind your back. You even went outside to get fresh air and smell the roses that had begun to wilt outside. You were running out of ideas to ease this edge. And oh so badly did you need a cigarette right now. You usually smoked almost as much as Joker but you haven’t dared the past few days. Joker actually noticed this the other day and questioned you to see if everything was alright. Only then did you stutter out an excuse by saying your throat was scratchy and it made it worse. And what a stupid excuse it was, initiating your guilt as he ran to make you herbal tea with tender kisses for the rest of the night.

You went back inside to check the clock.

30 minutes left

With a impatient huff, you went to go try and watch tv again In the bedroom. You walked down the hallway for what seemed like the 80th time today and turned to step into the bedroom. You gasped, jumping backward when you saw that Joker was standing right there. He saw that he’d startled you. He reached his arms out for you, a smirk evidently written on his face.

“My sweet darling girl, how I’ve missed you today”

You straightened yourself out and smiled sheepishly. He always made you a blushing mess. You skipped over and let yourself fall into his arms. He instantly scooped you up with ease, making you instinctively wrap your legs around him and letting your head fall over his shoulder. He wasn’t much taller than you but he still always managed to hold and carry you comfortably.

“I’ve missed you too. And you’re home so early.” You tried to hide the nervousness in your voice.

He started to draw circles on your back as he spoke. “A clown can only do so much crime my love. Besides, I thought I’d surprise you with something tonight since you haven’t been feeling well.” His voice cracked huskily.

Your body sunk heavier into him. You didn’t know your guilt could make you feel this culpable. You leaned back to look in Joker’s green orbs as he held you, putting on your best fake smile.

“What is it?”

“Stay here doll while I go get it for you, I left it in the kitchens”

Joker placed you down gently and began to make his way out the door, stopping at the door frame. He kept his gaze forward as he spoke. “Don’t move a muscle, I know how sneaky you can be, my little squirrel”

You smiled sheepishly one last time until he was out of site. Joker knew you all too well, seeing how you poked your head around the doorframe until he was out of site again. You were confident you had enough time to race down back to the bathrooms and check on your fate. The bathrooms were much closer than the kitchens. You couldn’t wait any longer. You took your first sharp right turn down another coordinator, making your way to the end before taking another sharp right which led off to the bathroom. As you took your last turn you stopped in your tracks instantly as you saw Joker standing right outside the bathroom doors talking to one of his female followers that helped keep guard around the building. You hid yourself around the corner and poked your head out slightly to listen. They didn’t notice you.

“Why are you showing me this? I don’t even know what that is”

“It’s a pregnancy test Sir, I don’t know who’s it is but it’s positive, just figured I’d show you before tossing it out”

You leaned your back fully against the wall around the corner now. Your hands found your mouth to muffle your sobs as tears poured down your cheeks. Not only did you just find out you were pregnant, but this was also not the way you wanted your Joker to find out. How was he going to react now, Keeping it from him like that?

Will he even still love me? he’s THE Joker. The infamous man that’s killed multiple under his own will. Why would a man like him want a baby with someone like me? Especially in such a disorderly world that we have created together. He’s going to make me leave this place. Probably force me to move somewhere else far away to somewhere safer. I’ll never see him again!

Your eyes were scrunched tightly closed. You let your hair fall messily around your face as you continued to muffle your sobs with your hands. You were so caught up in the shock you didn’t think to run away. And you didn’t notice Joker was standing right in front of you now.

“Y/N...”

Your breath caught in your throat. You slowly started to take your hands away from your mouth. You kept your head down with your arms stick straight by your sides, your hands balled up in little fists. You peaked your eyes up to look your destiny in the face. Your eyes began to dart around his face, desperate to find any emotion apparent on his features. But... nothing. You couldn’t see any emotion. His red painted lips displayed a thin line. His eyes showed emptiness, not even the green in his irises were visible.

Joker watched your eyes dart around him desperately. He knew it was your test. Why else would you be hiding around the corner in a complete dismantled mess? He cleared his throat and tried one more time.

“Y/N, answer me”

You finally let go and burst into tears. Covering your whole face with your hands and sobbing as you pleaded. “I’m so sorry!! I didn’t know either and I was just coming to check. I promise I was going to tell you today! I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I’m so sorry I left this place by myself and stole the test without telling you! I know I should have told you my worries sooner but... you’ve just been so stressed recently and so busy I didn’t want to bother you or stress you more. Please forgive me Joker! Please don’t make me leave this city! I love it too much now! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what to do”

Your head stayed down as you sobbed and hyperventilated between each sentence as you cluttered. Joker watched you with his lips slightly parted without interrupting your break down. After you were finished, you continued to breath heavy and brought your hands up to wipe your tears with your balled fists. A couple seconds had passed without hearing a response from him, which caused you look up to see if he was even still there.

He was, but his features still looked emotionless to you. Maybe a little bit shocked? You opened up your mouth to speak again but was stopped short when Joker’s laughs began to fill the corridor, echoing down the halls. His face showed a semi wide grin as he laughed louder, placing his hand on his chest. He didn’t look mad, he also didn’t seem very sympathetic to you in this moment either. And it definitely wasn’t a laughing attack. It sounded like his real, true laugh. They started to die down into giggles as he wiped the tears from his face. This all hit you hard in the chest.

“I think I’ll go no—“

You were interrupted as Joker scooped you up in an immense hug. Swirling you around a couple times before stopping to sway you back and forth, drawing circles on your back like he did in your bedroom.

“My dear Y/N...You really are a sneaky little squirrel”

You couldn’t speak. Your mind bounced around to what the hell was going on. You felt comforted however as he held and swayed you before bringing his head back to look at you. None of this was what you were expecting.

“Look at me.” His voice was calm

You leaned back as he did and looked into eyes. You could see his green oceans now. And you could still see the tears in his eyes from laughing.

“My little squirrel, do you see these tears?”

“Yes...”

“They’re tears of joy darling, I would never be angry over something like this”

“Y-you’re really not mad?” You stuttered through your new found tears.

“Of course not.” He cooed in his high pitched voice. He began to walk forward until your back was against the cool wall, leveraging you as he still held you to free one of his hands, gently placing it over your tummy as he spoke more. “I put a prince in your belly”. He said it in a British accent, causing you to giggle.

“How do you know? It could be a princess!”

“I just have a feeling. But we shall see darling”

You couldn’t stop smiling now. And neither could joker. You started to feel a little silly for being so worried in the first place. You both cried happily as you brought your head into his chest, taking in his scent that smelled like cigarettes, mint, and blood. Joker took his hand off your tummy and brought you closer, placing his hand in your hair now to slightly stroke the (y/h/c) strands.

“Is that why you haven’t been smoking?”

“Yeah..” you replied innocently

“So sneaky...”

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for-ests · 4 years

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Lost In Your Light: Peter Parker x Reader (Part 3)

Part 1 / Part 2

[ my masterlist ]

(ugh im sorry my blog was glitching so im re-uploading,, my apologies for everyone on my tag list this version will stay up so give it some love <3)

CHAPTER 3: SWIMMING

Like the many nights before, the once chaotic city was now silent.

Yet, something wasn't sitting right with Y/N as she crept between the shadows, her senses tingling, searching far and wide for a desperate soul.

Silent didn’t necessarily mean vacant, but for some odd reason the streets were deserted. The girl could not find anything, not a person crossing the street, not a pigeon with a broken wing. The telepathy link was cold.

Y/N sighed breathlessly, stopping in her tracks. She had been running around for over an hour, miles from home without a single interaction. Most times, she would only be outside for five minutes and she would sense something.

The air hung thick with an unfathomable dread, almost as if someone was watching her. Should she turn back now and try to get some sleep?

That was a good idea. She was tired and had school in the morning. For once, Queens seemed to be peaceful. These days were odd, but they happened every once in a while.

Y/N’s eyes scanned the street, second guessing herself. Was she really alone? It was rare not to be.

Shaking away her nerves when she was positive nobody was tagging her, the girl turned to head back home. She barely made it down the end of the street before her hands suddenly burst into a bright, golden light. It was so powerful that she could physically feel the heat surging through her veins. It stung, causing her to wince forcefully as she tried to locate the signal.

Pure sensory overload consumed her mind.

Where was it coming from? Y/N could almost hear the screams of pain in her ears, the agony becoming too much to bear. It was as if she was there, it was like she could feel their souls connecting, the mending soon became the most satisfying one she'd ever felt.

The power seemed to bring her new life, and she was ready to share it with the person or animal in need. Y/N held her hands in the air, her arms shaking from the intensity.

She started to panic.

Where are you? She called out desperately. Tell me!

The answer never came.

The light illuminating across her skin started to fade. The heat radiating off her body cooled.

Just as fast as it had come, the healing touch was gone. And that meant whatever had called out to her was dead.

Her heart felt cold. Almost as frozen as the air.

She had failed.

Y/N hung her head low, clenching and un-clenching her fists, as if doing so would ignite the capability resting in her atoms.

Tears pricked along her eyelids. She hadn't cried since her mom died.

The memory of her mother made her feel just as empty and hollow.

The girl wiped her tears away, wondering what had just happened. That feeling was so beautiful. The glowing, the heat, the connection. She needed to feel it again. And now that it had disappeared, sadness and dread came flooding back.

No. Not yet.

Senses alert and eyes focused, Y/N bolted down the street. Tears streamed down her face, but she kept running. She needed to feel that power again. Whatever had happened was an unexplainable experience. She had to know more. Where did it come from?

Y/N kept running as fast as her legs allowed her. She passed multiple trashed lots and run-down houses. Not a single light shown through the abandoned buildings.

She kept running until the lights of Queens were a silhouette in the fog. The cement beneath her feet started to erode. Wider cracks criss-crossed through the pavement. She dodged potholes left and right.

Once she couldn't see in front of her, Y/N came to a stop. Her skin crawled.

Where was she? The girl blinked in confusion. She couldn't recall the last five minutes. It seemed like a blur. The girl pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked maps. Did she really just run another three miles out of town?

Fearful, Y/N stopped breathing. She tried to focus on the sounds around her.

It was complete silence. Not even the crickets were chirping. Her stomach wrenched. She was in the most dangerous part of town, the abandoned part of town. Whatever telepathic link caught her attention had unfortunately come from here.

Y/N started to panic. Why did it seem like she was alone, yet feel like someone was watching her?

She took another step forward, soles crunching against the uneven payment.

And that's when a whimper echoed down the street. Y/N lifted her head in surprise, her senses erupting with a loud buzz.

She lurched forward with power, stumbling towards the sound. Y/N tried to keep her mending at bay. But she couldn't control it, the golden light starting to leak out of her fingers, floating into the air and swirling in the nighttime breeze.

The girl was in awe, eyes focused on her hands as they pulsed with light. What was happening? She had never felt this robust.

She clenched her fists and advanced forward. She wasn't going to fail this time.

Y/N ran to the end of the street, the power fluttering around her, lighting the way.

She stopped and listened to the sound again. A chain link fence stood in front of her. There was no grass from what she could see, only a sad looking dirt covered lawn. It was parched and littered with trash.

The change of atmosphere was odd. Usually she was in the heart of the city, where most of the abuse happened from public saturation. But now, she was in the middle of nowhere.

Y/N's eyes fell on the master lock a few feet away. She stepped towards it and held it in her hands. It was warm.

Her eyes drifted toward the house, and that's when she noticed a cigarette blunt laying on the ground, still burning.

A curse slipped through her lips. Y/N could feel the dog only yards away, waiting to be rescued. But she could also tell she wasn't alone with the animal. Someone was there.

She debated for only a second, then unhooked the lock from the gate.

It happened in a flash. Her hands were fiddling with the dog's collar before she even had the chance to look at it's face, before she even had the chance to stop herself.

The sweet pit bull was laying on it's stomach, barely moving. Y/N held its face in her glowing hands and almost gasped. Deep lacerations were visible, covering her black muzzle.

"I’m so sorry.." Y/N empathized, brushing her fingers along the wounds and closing them immediately. After a moment of brief alertness, the pit bull relaxed in her arms. "That's it..." She cooed, checking the dog for any life threatening injuries. But she seemed fine, just thirsty and malnourished. She was in very bad shape. Was this what she had witnessed before?

Y/N scooped the dog in her arms with ease. It worried her. She was so light, her condition making her useless for fighting. Why was she here? It was obviously a gang hideout. There was no other purpose.

And as if she jinxed it, the front porch lights flickered on.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. There were rumors that the electricity on this side of town had been shut off, but apparently that wasn't the case.

The girl started to slowly take steps toward the gate. She kept her eyes locked on the door, her heart racing in anticipation.

And then it flew open, revealing the dog's abusers. Disgruntled middle-aged men, all of them extremely angry to see their dog clutched in a teenage girl's arms.

Y/N bolted. She didn't even look behind her. Though she was almost an adult, she was too naive to contemplate the consequences of her well-mannered actions. Not everyone was kind, not everyone would let something like this go-- because their businesses depended on it, their lives did.

She had a head start, at least it was something. She was quick, but she knew she couldn't hold the distance forever, especially with a dog in her arms.

She heard the men shouting and cursing. She heard their feet scuffing against the pavement. All five of them were coming after her.

"Fuck.... fuck... fuck fuck fuck!" She gritted her teeth, rounding the block and running back towards the city.

The criminals were hot on her trail. She started to regret her decision as images of her bludgeoned body flashed through her mind. There was no way she could get out of this. She was already exhausted, and she didn't have much energy left, the dog weighing her already sore legs down. They were going to kill her...

Y/N was too panicked and terrified to cry. All she could think about was surviving. And it was her own damn fault.

"Help!" She screamed, voice hoarse from lack of water. Her throat burned with each cry for help.

"Somebody please help me!" She pleaded, almost stumbling over her own two feet. The main road was closer now, but she still had a ways to go until the police station. She wasn't going to make it.

The pit bull in her arms stirred. It whined softly, as if it was urging the girl to continue. Panting coarsely, Y/N kept up the pace. But with each six steps she took, her pursuers took twelve. She was running out of gas.

She yelled again, this time with more familiar surroundings. She was on the edge of town. Someone had to be around, even this late in the evening. Anyone...

"HELP ME PLEASE!" Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs, the men right on her heels. She heaved hoarsely, shaking with each step she took.

The girl felt like she was running in slow motion. Each step took a great amount of force, but she managed to round an alley corner.

She couldn't move her legs after that. It felt like she was swimming, the air so thick it was if she was inhaling smoke.

The men were faster, and they surrounded her with ease. Y/N gasped for air, her back touching the brick wall of an abandoned corner-side store, stopping her fully.

This time she got a better view of their faces. Some had beards, some did not. One had no hair. One was wearing sunglasses. They were all different races. There was no way she was going to remember every detail after they raped and beat her into a pulp.

"You stupid bitch." One of them snarled, flicking his switchblade menacingly. "Whatchu on about? You gotta problem with how we run things round here?"

The dog whimpered.

They seemed just as tired, all of them panting heavily with slumped shoulders. Y/N scanned her surroundings just like the time before, but she came up with nothing. Not a single advantage over her attackers.

The tallest man held open his jacket, revealing a pistol holstered on his belt. "We're gonna make this easy okay?"

"You're really going to threaten me with a gun?!" She teased out of nerves, backing even farther down the alley. "Why don't you at least fight me like a man?" The words flew out of her mouth before she could hold her tongue. Y/N had never been so scared in her life, but something about these men made her so angry. She wanted to fight them, and she wanted to win. This situation may be straight out of a nightmare, and her biggest fear; but she wouldn't go down without a fight. There had to be some way out of this, yet her options were stretching thin.

The gang advanced simultaneously. Her words had no effect on them.

"O-or you could leave me alone." She had to stiffen her posture to hide how badly her legs were shaking.

The obvious leader opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped abruptly by another.

"Didn't you hear the lady?" A voice asked sarcastically. The voice was music to her ears. "Leave her alone!"

All five heads whipped around in annoyance. Y/N's eyes followed their lead, her jaw unhinging at the sight of a masked man.

He was suspending upside down by a clear thread.

Her heart almost stopped beating at the sight of Spider-Man. He was there to save her, like the many others before her.

There was no way this was happening.

Y/N didn't feel so hopeless after all.

"What the hell?" The man with the gun whipped it out from underneath his jacket and pointed it at Spider-Man, recognizing the individual immediately. He pulled the trigger, sending an ear piercing sound through the alleyway.

Y/N stumbled backwards in shock. The dog yelped in pain.

She fell to the ground, her ears ringing. The girl blinked, eyes focusing on the scene unfolding in front of her.

Bodies flew left and right. She watched punch after punch, kick after kick, but each attempt seemed pathetic compared to the agile and skillful masked man.

As the ringing dissipated, she heard the sound of his sweet laugh. It was weird, out of place, but it seemed youthful and it calmed her down.

Her eyes fell upon the silver pistol, laying just inches from where she was cowering in fear. It kicked her into action.

Y/N set the dog on the ground and weakly picked up the gun. She pointed it at the last standing gang member.

But Spider-Man was faster. The girl watched his foot collide against the criminal's skull, sending him to the ground in less than a second.

Spider-Man turned to her and held up his hands.

She gave him a confused look.

"Can you set down the gun?"

Oh.

Y/N gulped and tossed it down the alley. It skidded against the pavement awkwardly. "I-I..." She stuttered, still exasperated that she was talking to him. He just saved her. This had to be a dream.

"Are you okay?" He asked, stepping closer cautiously.

She was safe.

Y/N blinked away tears, nodding her head furiously. "Y-yes..." She literally thought she was going to die, her heart still pounding in her chest. "Thank you so much... Spider-man." The words sounded so beguiling on her lips. She was very attracted to him, and she didn't even know what he looked like.

She stared at him, blushing like mad as she studied the way his muscles moved flawlessly with each movement. He was so graceful, truly a hero.

The dog limped out of the shadows, as if knowing the fight was over. She looked a little better than before. But Y/N still had some work to do.

"You saved us." Y/N whispered, gesturing to the dog. "Thank you so much."

Spider-Man nodded. He was silent for a moment, as if putting the pieces together. If anyone knew about gang crime, it should be him.

"Did you steal their dog?"

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and leaned down to pet the animal. "Maybe."

"Why?" He asked with a curious tone in his voice. He still hadn't moved.

"Someone had to do something. She was going to die." The girl ran her fingers along a cut on the dog's ear. The wound closed slowly, but Spider-Man didn't seem to notice.

"The dog looks fine to me."

"That's because I healed her." The girl huffed. Did she have to be obvious about it? Why else would she be out on the streets at 2am?

He laughed.

Y/N glared at him. "I'm serious."

"Then show me." He lifted his arm, revealing a deep gash across his torso. It looked like the bullet had grazed him.

The girl stood back up, accepting the challenge. His dialogue was playful and she was still tingling with power.

Spider-Man set his arm down, wincing. He could be hurt in other places too. He had just fought off five men, who were now lying unconscious on the ground. There was no way he came out of that without wounds. She was worried, but made sure to keep her emotions hidden.

"Where else are you hurt?" Y/N asked innocently, even though the indications were clear. His knuckles were bleeding.

He stepped towards her, closing the proximity between them.

Y/N's heart started to race again. She had never healed a human.

Spider-Man lifted his arm again, his face contorting with pain.

The suit had been torn open in multiple places, revealing his glistening white skin. She could feel his muscles underneath the fabric. He was toned beyond belief. She blushed, feeling his gaze on her as she hesitated.

Embarrassed, Y/N kept her eyes away from his, and focused on the texture of the suit. It was rough, but flexible. Only a genius could have made something like it.

She ran her fingers along it to find a seam, and she felt him shudder underneath her touch.

"How are you going to fix your suit?" She asked, ripping it open further to take a look at the whole wound.

"Hey!" He whispered-yelled, almost elbowing her in the face. "What are you doing?!"

"I need to look at the whole wound." Y/N rolled her eyes, pushing his arm back up. "Now stand still."

"I'm a little woozy." He breathed. "You better hurry up with whatever you can do."

The tone in his voice indicated that he still didn't believe her. How annoying.

And with that thought, she channeled the power from deep within.

Y/N gasped, the glowing yellow light seeping from her fingers, much easier than before. She hadn't even felt any pain.

She glanced up at Spider-Man as she worked. He was still, but watching. She couldn't see his reaction because of the mask. She wanted more than anything to pull it off.

She set her hand on his wound.

He flinched.

If fate was real, and controlled by a higher power, she believed they wanted this moment to happen. He was supposed to save her, and she was supposed to heal him.

Y/N's fingers ran across the lacerated edge, commanding it to close.

It did, and the blood flowed back into his body. She pulled her hand away with a smile, proud of her work. Actually, she was overwhelmed with joy, but she managed to hide it. Spider-Man already had to save her, she didn't want him to think she was crazy for being so excited.

There was a slight indication of bruising, but otherwise, it looked like nothing had happened. There wasn't even a scar.

The girl stepped away, nodding triumphantly.

He stared at her hands as the glowing disappeared.

"Incredible." He whispered, touching the spot where the cut once was. All he ran his fingers across was soft skin.

She glanced at his hands. "May I?"

He nodded, fascinated by her power. His was by accident, but hers—this girl seemed to have been born with a gift.

And she was attractive. A literal angel if he could say it. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and so, so powerful in a way he had never witnessed.

Being in her presence made him feel dizzy, but that could also be from the loss of blood.

Y/N took his hands in hers. His hands were bigger, rougher, and much more masculine.

She smiled at him. And with ease, relieved him of his bruises. There was a moment of hesitation as she touched his skin. Y/N felt more powerful than ever, a new feeling pulsing through her veins. She felt like she was on fire in the best possible way.

The girl flipped over his palms in shock, just to get a better look at them. Her skin left his, but he didn't notice; he was too infatuated with the girl.

Spider-Man felt a burning sensation, but it was somehow comforting. How did she do it?

Y/N watched his movements closely. "Do you have any more wounds?" She tilted her head, awaiting his answer.

He couldn't speak.

"On your face?" She reached up, inches away from his mask. Spider-Man watched her lips, her tongue glossing over as she stared him down, intently and sensually. The boy’s eyes flickered down, and then up-

His spider senses flared loudly, snapping him out of the trance. His hands shot up and grasped hers.

Her eyes widened, but not in surprise. It seemed she had anticipated his actions.

"It's there for a reason." He warned. But the tone wasn't angry, it was gentle.

He released her, and added, "Thank you."

She grinned, unable to deny the excitement she was feeling. She felt alive. "I'm only giving you what you deserve."

The compliment sent his senses into a frenzy. He had to remind himself that he was in costume, this wasn't like school, this wasn't a silly crush. He had to hold an image in the suit, and he knew that if he spoke-- he would stutter. So to keep that from happening, he remained silent.

They stared at each other for a long time.

"My name is Y/N, by the way."

He turned to leave, but she was persistent.

"What's yours?"

Spider-Man looked over his shoulder. Her eyes twinkled under the dim lighting when he turned back to look at her. He had to admit Y/N was convincing.

But he knew she was different. She was just like him.

So for that advantage only, all emotional feelings aside, he told her.

"It’s Peter."

Her lips curved slightly at the edges. "Well Peter-" His name sounded like a spell when she spoke it. "I'll see you around."

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Chapter Summary: A fight! Word Count: 2,507 (it’s a short chapter IM SORRY but this and chapter 4 were originally one chapter that I split in half for pacing purposes) Rating: G Pairing: Daminette Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

The Akumatised person they were fighting was called ‘Bud Omen,’ which was considerably better than at least half of Chat’s puns.

Before his akumatisation ‘Bud Omen’ was a passionate gardener, and from what Marinette could put together, people kept tearing and uprooting his lovely roses. She only wished his anger granted him a non-aggressive ability.

Now, he was an instrument for Hawkmoth, dressed in green leaves, with long, wide, red petals extending from his neck, looking almost like a dog cone. Both his hands had been replaced red flower buds, which didn’t look particularly attractive.

One of Hawkmoths worst designs yet, Marinette decided. The outfit was simply outrageous.

“Finally!” Queen Bee (Chloe), said in lieu of greeting. “Carapace got turned into a cactus, and—“ She was cut off by a giant thorn aimed straight for the two of them. The girls rolled out of the way just in time for the projectile to crash land onto the street and reduce the roads to crumbling pieces. “And this idiot won’t stop throwing thorns at me!”

Queen Bee had turned to yell the last bit at Bud Omen, who threw yet another thorn at her. (Surprise, surprise.)

“Nobody can stop me!” Bud Omen announced. “Not until people learn to respect my flowers!”

Bud Omen extended an arm, though instead of manifesting a giant thorn, a bright green beam shot out towards Queen Bee. Marinate pulled her aside with her yoyo, watching with wide eyes as the red Toyota behind Bee transformed into a succulent, sitting comfortably inside a brown pot. “That’s what happened to Carapace,” Queen Bee said. “I think his right-hand shoots out thorns, and his left-hand does that.”

A dual wielder then. Lucky for him, unlucky for her. “Well it’s creative, I’ll give ‘im that.”

Queen Bee ducked to the side as another thorn was launched in her direction. “I can’t get close enough to use my venom!” She cried, hissing as her hands grazed gravel to prevent the rest of her body from sliding across the ground.

If Bee couldn’t use her power then she was likely to become a quick liability. “Prioritise getting people to safety! I’m sure I can hold out, at least until Chat gets here.”

Queen Bee nodded her head in affirmation, sprinting away to rescue innocents. Taking some time to assess her surroundings, Marinette deduced the safest way to apprehend the villain. Or at least the safest place to direct it.

There was a park nearby, she remembered, open and wide enough to minimise potential damage created by the thorns, and easy to evacuate as it would give her clear vision of any innocents. “Hey! Uh, flower power!” Marinette called, using her yoyo to sweep Bud Omen to the floor. He saved his fall by extending his arms, but the flowers that replaced his hands wilted and bent out of shape from the impact.

It looked like they were real flowers and susceptible to damage. That was sure to be useful for later. Bud Omen grunted as he rose, running after Marinette who was already on her way to the park. “Clear out!” She yelled as she approached. “Akuma!”

The citizens complied easily, filing out in rushed lines like a disturbed ant farm. She was barely a few feet within the park grounds when was pushed forward by a harsh force, the right side of her back aching as she was forced to eat grass. She heard Bud Omen’s stilted laugh and winced. He’d nailed her in the back with a thorn. It hurt like crazy, throbbing as she tried to get back on her feet, but she counted herself lucky he hadn’t gone and turned her into a cactus instead.

She was saved from further pain when she was scooped into the arms of a familiar black-clad hero. “Chat!” She exclaimed, relieved.

“Looks like it’s not growing very well, M’Lady,” Chat grinned, setting her down to her feet. The park was now suffering from a decent-sized crater, green thorn sticking out of it.

They hid together behind a particularly wide tree, peeking out from the sides to check on Bud Omen. “Watch out for his left, Chat, you don’t want to become a cactus.”

“We’ll just have to end it quickly then.”

“That’ll be a bit of a problem,” Marinette admitted. “I’m not exactly sure where the Akuma would be, just that the flower-hands are damageable.”

“Peony for your thoughts?”

“Think you can get to him without getting hit?”

Chat puffed his chest, bringing his hands to his waist. “Of course I can, bugaboo, you just have to beleaf in me!”

Chat Noir jumped out from behind the tree, rolling under thorns and jumping over cactus-transforming beams with lithe granted to him by his miraculous. Aiming straight and true, he leaped straight toward Bud Omen.

The villain had no choice but to parry the close-quarters attack with an arm block. He growled as one of his petals fell, bruised and brown. “How dare you!” He exclaimed.

Chat hardly had enough time to fall flat on his stomach, barely avoiding a thorn missile to the face. At such close quarters, a hitting move would definitely have taken him out of commission. Her partner showed grace true to his animal, flipping over following beam attacks from Bud Omen. He must have been getting pointers from Nightwing or something, because his usually already-impressive combinations had well smoothed out, and he was confidently executing tumbles he hadn’t proved to know earlier.

Timing her attack just right, she waited for the exact moment his hands swept upward, eyes narrowed in concentration. Now! Spotting her window of opportunity, Marinette flung her yoyo at the villain, tying his hands together.

“Uh-oh,” Chat grinned at Bud Omen, “looks like you might be in a bind?”

“You won’t be able to stop me so easily!”

Chat smiled, showing off his canines. He always looked just a touch wild when he was truly excited during a fight. “When I got closer I saw a necklace, M’Lady, might be where the Akuma is hidden.” Finally, a lead! Marinette returned her partner’s smile, digging her heels into the ground as she prepared to end the match. “Let’s get it then, Minou!”

Bud Omen growled. Too stubborn to stop even while obviously detained, Bud Omen shot another beam at Chat Noir. Though Marinette was sure her partner could evade it, she had never been the type to sit back and watch where she could intervene. With a yank, she changed the course of the shot.

It would have been the perfect stop had a new body not occupied the previously empty spot that Bud Omen’s beam was now redirected to.

“Move!” Chat bellowed, springing into action. There was a bright light as the beam made contact, and her blonde partner was left to sit on the floor as a cactus in a pot.

The newcomer who he’d saved was sprawled on their back, eyebrows in an all-too-familiar furrow.

Marinette gaped. “Robin?”

He dusted himself off, nose wrinkling at the sight of the cactus that was once Chat. “I could have avoided the attack on my own.” He said, “your partner was foolish.”

“Chat is a hero!” Marinette retorted, not at all appreciating Robin’s apparent lack of gratitude. “He helped you because that’s what heroes do.”

A thorn shot to the ground between the two of them, its impact shaking the ground enough for the two heroes to stumble, unbalanced.

“Shit,” Marinette cursed under her breath. Her grip on her yoyo had loosened thanks to Robin’s sudden appearance, and now they were back to square one.

Robin tutted. “Should have held on tighter.”

“We don’t have time for this!”

The two of them ducked behind the wide end of the thorn, hiding from the trigger happy villain who seemed intent on turning them both into cacti. “We need to come up with a plan,” Marinette said, thinking back on what she knew. “His flowers can probably be destroyed, and I think he can only use one at a time.”

Robin scoffed, unsheathing the katana attached to his hip. “I have it handled.”

His first step out from behind the shelter of the thorn was celebrated by a yellow body slamming right onto him.

Queen Bee rolled off him, obviously miffed. “What were you doing in my way?” she demanded.

So brat meets brat. Really, what a great day for Marinette.

“Me? What were you doing in my way?”

“As far as I know it’s my father whose Mayor of Paris not yours. This park is Paris public property, so I’ll ask again. What were you doing in my way?

It was astounding, the leaps and bounds in logic that Chloe could make. Even more so was the way that Robin looked prepared to argue back as though what she was saying was actually relevant in any way at all. She clapped her hands to get their attention. “Queen Bee, this is Robin, Robin this is Queen Bee. Alright now that you’ve met each other, it’s time to make a plan.”

She thought she sounded authoritative enough, but as soon as she was finished talking the two were back at it again. Is this how teachers normally felt? So dejected? “They should call you Bumble, since that’s all you seem to do.”

“Oh? Do people call you unnecessary annoyance, since that’s all you seem to be.”

“Well, well, well. Looks like Hawkmoth will be happy with me.”

That was certainly not Bee or Robin, and they certainly sounded very close. As if Bud Omen had snuck up on them while they were arguing.

Slowly, the three teens turned, to be met with the towering figure of the villain. They reacted automatically. Marinette swept at Bud Omen’s legs, watching with satisfaction as he fell. A sting from Bee’s ‘venom’ came a second later, paralysing Bud Omen as a Batarang shot out and shattered the silver string around his neck.

In the blink of an eye, the fight was over, and all Marinette could feel was dumbfounded.

She purified the Akuma, and watched as the city was restored, feeling relief fill her as her partner returned to his cat-clad state.

“See how helpful I can be now that I have my miraculous permanently?” Bee asked, smug.

Marinette sighed. “It’s still temporary, just longer this time. Until we’ve beaten Hawkmoth for good. Hawkmoth and err… Queen Bee.”

“We should do something about that,” Chat said, coming closer to the little huddle. Robin sniffed as though he was unimpressed, but his eyes shifted to Queen Bee expectantly.

The group fell into a momentary hush, shattered by a disgruntled Bee. “Are you guys serious? You want the villain to keep her name?”

“Well if we knew where she was, we’d ask,” Chat snarked in return. Seeing how she was genuinely upset by the idea, his approach softened. “Just until we take her down, Bee.”

“Ugh, I so don’t have time for this right now.”

Right, she’d used her big move and all. Marinette stole a glance at the hairpin, counting the stripes. There were still two left, which gave them about three or so minutes to figure it out.

Chat extended his baton, pushing a few buttons. “It’s easy. Just google types of bees. Or even easier call yourself abeille”

Amused, Marinette let out a chuckle. “Seriously Chat? Google? Is that how you got your name?”

Her partner made a face. “Well no, but if I hadn’t been so clever from the beginning it’s what I’d probably do. So, Google search?”

Bee groaned, but didn’t argue. The four of them huddled closer together, leaning in to look at Chat’s baton screen as he did he a quick google search.

“Ooh! You could call yourself carpenter bee!”

Chloe glowered at Chat, who had the sense to swipe out of the page quickly.

Not one to sit in silence, Robin tutted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Strange how there’s no imbecile bee. Would have been fitting for you.”

That comment earned Robin a swift kick from the blonde heroine. Her reaction seemed to satisfy him, however, as he didn’t do anything to retaliate.

“What about Andrena?” Marinette suggested, reading from the search options.

Chloe clicked her tongue, looking quite unhappy. “Well if you think so Ladybug… Then fine. Andrena. But only until we beat that awful hag. Then I’ll be Queen Bee again.”

“Thanks for your co-operation, Andrena.”

Andrena’s miraculous beeped, ending the conversation before she and Robin could fight again (who knew there’d be someone else to butt heads with him so aggressively?) “Well, we might as well all get going,” Marinette said, waving the group farewell.

She ran a couple meters until she was sure it was safe to detransform, only doing so when she was safely tucked away in the crevice of an alleyway.

Tikki flopped into her bag, eager for some cookies. Seeing as there was nowhere she had to be for the time being, she took a moment to breathe, resting her head against the cool brick wall behind her. Her back still ached.

Today was a bit of a mess. She and Robin still lacked the synergy to fight well together, and adding Andrena to the mix seemed to make everything even more explosive.

There was the fact that Robin was so dismissive of Chat’s help too. She figured why; his admission that night was pretty direct (don’t think about what happened after, don’t think don’t think don’t think -- yeah she was blushing again) but that didn’t mean it was nice or right of him to brush Chat’s actions off to the side like that.

“Marinette?”

Her head shot up, meeting the poorly disguised concern in Damian Wayne’s eyes. Why he was in this side of Paris, she had no idea, and really, it was inconvenient for him to bump into her while she was doing some deep thinking. Like, did he want her to get distracted and think of something stupid? Probably not, he wasn’t so bad after all, and oh god she hadn’t replied yet.

“Yes.” Well. That wasn’t any less awkward than the silent eye contact. “I mean, yes! Hello!”

Damian snorted, finding humour in her inability to function like a normal human being. Curse her wandering mind! “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be at the bakery or something?”

“Uhhh… I got turned into a cactus! Yeah, I was a cactus and I guess someone carried me here or something… HAHAHaha...ha...ha.” She scratched the back of her neck, eyes looking everywhere but his face. She couldn’t even look in his direction until she heard him snigger.

“Alright then, do you need help going back to the bakery? It’s a bit of travel on foot, and my brother will be around with the car in a moment.”

Marinette searched his eyes. Satisfied when she found nothing but sincerity, she nodded her head. “Thanks.”

End Notes: I feel like I might’ve missed something while editing this so give me a heads up if there’s something I need to fix. It’s 100% not my best chapter, but I had to get it out and over with. Good news is that this chap ends w promise of future Daminette which is something I’m really excited about!

Also! The Queen Bee problem has been temporarily resolved!!! Sort of. Hurdles up ahead, but hey it’s just how it be I guess Tag List: @just-rant-and-write-fic-idea @kceedraws @mystery-5-5 @2sunchild2 @i-like-fairytail-and-stuff @treebrosha @mooshoon @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @aarushi-03 @ladylb @crazylittlemunchkin @kurogaya913 @ki117h3dr4g0n @xxmadamjinxx @sidefrienda @7-sage-7 @throneoffirebreathingbitchqueen @felicityroth @tritaledkitsune @constancetruggle @creator-josie @theatreandcomicfreak @northernbluetongue @yin-390 @ayuchan07 @fatimaabbasrizvi @emjrabbitwolf @resignedcatservant

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marvinswriting · 4 years

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Shoulder Devils

Prompt: five times Janis tried to fake okay and the one time she just couldn't OH MY GOD I LOVE 5+1S OFC (this was supposed to be posted next week but i got it written within a few hours and just wanted to post it now bc holy shit its 5+1 and janis angst, my two favorite things.)

The knot in her stomach felt wound up too tight, like it would tear her insides at any moment.

Calm down, Janis, it's only the first day of school. The common sense part of her brain told her.

But every other part of her was screaming a different story.

It's your first day of high school after being homeschooled through the end of middle school. Nobody has seen you since you were plastic and you'll be totally alone during your tiny only classes.

She subconsciously gripped the shirt underneath her tighter.

Janis was on Damian's shoulder as they walked to their first class of the day.

She knew deep down she'd feel better if she vocalized her worries to Damian, that way an outside source could ease her stress, but Damian had his own worries. He was in charge of not only getting him but also Janis to their classes on time- spare her tiny periods.

Janis had unintentionally made him stressed more just by existing.

Now, that's a little dramatic. The common-sense voice in her head said. It eerily sounded like Damian. Quite fitting.

No, it's true. The other part of her brain said. This one sounded like herself.

Janis felt like she had her own tiny people on her shoulders. Just these were devils and angles, not best friends.

Damian stopped in front of a classroom.

"English, co-sized, room 148, period one."

Sure enough, they stood in front of room 148. Janis could see kids she recognized at their grade, no longer eight graders but now freshman.

"This won't be middle school." Janis mumbled to herself, trying to be reassuring.

"What?" Damian asked as he stepped into the room.

"Nothing," Janis said, a bit to fast. "Just talking to myself."

So much for that no worrying Damian part.

"Okay," Damian said slowly.

He doesn't believe you, you fucked up. Shoulder devil Janis taunted.

Damian sat in the front row of the class so Janis would be able to see the board.

"You're gonna do great today," Damian reassured her, like he could tell exactly what she needed to hear. "If you need me at all during the day, just text me, okay?"

Look, failure, you've got him all worried. Shoulder Janis mocked.

No, he's just looking out for you, like friends should. The reasonable Damian sounding subconscious said.

"I'm fine, really." Janis said with a soft smile.

Janis was pro at keeping her freakouts internal. As a plastic, she learned it better to just keep her problems to herself, bottle them up till she's lying in bed at night and they explode, like a mento in cola.

Damian didn't like the method of emotional management that Janis adapted, but old habits die hard.

Janis knew Damian wouldn't tell her to shut up like Regina would.

But he'll still judge you. Shoulder Janis reminder her. They all judge you.

So she kept her freakouts internal.

Until one night. She was at Damian's house for a sleepover. For the longest time, Janis would sleep on a makeshift bed next to Damian's nightstand. It was safer that way. Even though both Damian and Janis knew when Damian fell asleep he slept like a rock and didn't move, it wasn't worth the risk.

Cuz you're small and fragile and nothing but a worry. Shoulder Janis said. The reassuring mind Damian was quiet.

Nothing to say, because I'm right.

Janis looked over to Damian on his bed. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed, but Janis could tell he was still awake. She shifted slowly in the tiny bed, not wanting to worry Damian.

He deserves better than to be worried by you. The devil Janis sneered.

Janis knew logically that these were her own thoughts, but it felt like somebody else was saying them to her, confirming everything she feared. She was just a burden who got in the way. An irritant to all. A hassle to Damian, who had to take her everywhere.

Just like that, the mento fell in the coca-cola.

She quickly brought her hand up to her mouth to cover a cry. She didn't want to disrupt Damian. Not while he was still awake. She could fall apart when he was asleep.

Her shoulders shook as silent tears slipped down her face. Janis wiped them away briskly.

"Janis?"

Damian was sitting up in bed, looking at her small girl.

Even though the dark room, Janis could feel his eyes on her.

"I'm fine." She said abruptly. Her defensive tone cueing that she was in fact, not fine.

You fucked that one up.

Janis rubbed at the ghost tears on her face, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes.

Damian reached forward and scooped her up gingerly, his fingers wrapping around her gently as he laid back down on his side. He held Janis to his chest, like a kid holds a teddy bear. He didn't say anything or question her, just held her close.

"I am fine, y' know" She said, but Janis gripped onto Damian's shirt despite herself, listening to Damian's heartbeat as they both fell asleep.

Janis? Where are you?

Janis glanced down at her phone. She was supposed to be meeting Damian at the tiny pick up zone, but instead, she was hiding in an empty classroom trying not to have a panic attack.

Nurse.

Janis typed back quickly, no point in telling the truth and getting Damian all worried.

Sorry if I made you wait too long and you're late to class.

You okay?

Yeah, im tits. dw about me

She placed her phone down, leaning against the cool concrete wall of the classroom. Damian would be heavily annoyed if she asked for help every time she felt this way.

He probably feels heavily annoyed with you no matter what. The inner Janis taunted.

"Right."

Janis knew Damian could tell she was upset. Janis also knew he wasn't gonna push her to talk about or bring it up first. And on top of all this knowledge, Janis knew she was in no way gonna vocalize her feelings.

Sucks for her.

They were sitting in class, and Janis was trying to face forward and do her work, but her mind went anywhere other than algebra.

She could feel Damian staring at her, but she refused to turn around a make eye contact. Janis did a shit job at hiding her emotions that morning, but she wasn't the type to admit when she was wrong. Especially not after saying she was fine so many times earlier.

Even though all she wanted to do was sleep in Damian's pocket until she had to go home, then sleep some more, she knew she just needs to push through the day under everyone's radar.

Because she was fine.

Yup, sure you are. Shoulder Janis was back, and as annoying as ever.

Janis was pretty sure her 'shoulder angle Damian' was just her brain spitting out anything positive Damian had ever said to her back out at her.

Because it all sounded very familiar.

But it all also got drowned out by the shoulder devil Janis, who was loud and mean and most importantly, she was right.

Anything shoulder Damian said, shoulder Janis had a counter that made more logical sense.

Does Damian actually like you?

Of course, he does, he's your friend! Why else would he carry you around all the time and care so much?

Pitty.

That one word made Janis's head spin because it made so much sense.

Poor space dyke. Outed in front of her whole class in middle school. A tiny who can't do jack shit by herself. Who wouldn't feel bad?

"Janis?" She was sitting on Damian's shoulder as they (no- Damian) walked to lunch. She hadn't noticed they'd arrive because she was so lost in thought.

"I'm fine." She said.

"I can't spend every second with you, its not my fault you're like in love with me."

They were at the Hubbard's. Cady was long gone. But her words still echoed.

Damian was holding Janis to his chest, one hand underneath her, the other gently pressing her there.

Janis wasn't crying. She told herself she wouldn't cry over something like this again.

But crying or not, she felt sick. Like Cady physically ripped out her heart and stomped on it.

"Janis?" Damian asked, his voice vibrating through her small body.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not." Damian says. For once he doesn't ignore it or move along.

"You're allowed to be hurting, you're allowed to not be okay. I'll still be here with an okay Janis and a not okay Janis because you are my best friend and I love you. I know I can't make the hurt go away but I want to help and I can't do that if you shut me out and say you're fine"

It sounded like something shoulder Damian had said so many times, but hearing the real Damian say it, it drowned out the shoulder Janis, and suddenly, Janis wasn't fine. But that was okay.

Damian didn't move or interrupt her as she cried, blubbering about everyone thinking she's a stupid lesbian.

Damian didn't leave like Cady did, or judge her like Regina did.

Because he wasn't Cady or Regina.

He was Damian.

Janis felt bad for lying to him this whole time.

Of course, Damian wouldn't leave her, or make fun of her, or take pity on her.

Damian hung out with her because he loved her, and Janis didn't need any small shoulder people to tell her that.

Tag list: @musicallygt @realmisspolarbear @smallsoysauce @sourishlemons

#g/t mean girls #g/t writing #Giant/tiny #g/t #giant damian #giant male #tiny janis #g/t sfw #sfw writing

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barchiestories · 4 years

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Maybe Baby part 2

Betty was finishing up spreading the last cupcake with frosting when the front door opened

She knew it was Archie

She also knew he was sneaking up behind her

Within seconds she felt his arms wrap around her

“Hey” she smiled not bothering to look at him as he swayed them back and forth

“Hey yourself” he leaned down, finally both of them making eye contact before he pecked her lips

He released her and moved standing beside her “oh Frosting! “ his eyes lit up as he took the spreading spatula and licked a large bit of frosting off

“Arch! Not until after dinner!” She playfully scolded as she swatted his chest

He chuckled taking a large amount onto his finger “Betty this is delicious, did you make it? Here try some” quickly he swiped her cheek

“Archie” she squealed

He laughed “Oh whoops I missed your mouth, here let me get that for you” he licked her cheek

Betty laughed “Ew Arch!”

With that he picked her up setting her on the counter “Give me a proper kiss”

She laughed wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his, he smiled into the kiss

Later they say across from each other eating dinner

The old Andrews home was in hers and Archie’s name.

It took a while but they had finally started making Archie’s childhood house their own. Adding their own personal touches to it. A month before their wedding they decided to move into Fred’s old room. They began a complete renovation, as to not bring sad memories of Fred into their ‘intimate’ space. Their friends and family surprised them by having the renovation completed when they returned from their honeymoon.

“How was work?” She asked taking a bite of her soup

Archie nodded “It was good, I had a phone meeting with Paramount they’re interested in one of my pop acts.”

Betty smiled “That’s great”

“What about you? How was lunch with Roni” he asked biting his soup

She nodded “Good, she’s good. Speakeasy is thriving.” Betty remembered what she had learned. How would she tell him “Remember I have work tonight “

She put it off

“I know, an empty bed sounds like torture BUT- the police department needs the best CSI agent there is Huh” he smirked

She fought a blush, even after all these years he still said things that made her blush and he still looked at her as if she were the most perfect thing he’d ever laid his eyes on

Betty was washing the dishes when she felt Archie wrap his arms around her. Fresh out of the shower, he was shirtless and smelt of Ole Spice.

“Put the dishes down and nobody gets hurt” he whispered in her ear as he began to kiss her neck, the tips of his wet hair tickling jaw

“Arch I have to wash the dishes” she smiled

Archie smiled against her skin “But I missed you” he whined kissing her neck again nipping lightly

“You see me everyday” she teased

Archie shook his head “I miss you” he emphasized ‘miss’ as he squeezed her tighter

“I need to do the dishes, it’d be dirty to leave them”

Archie smiled “I know something else dirty we can do”

With that he started kissing a particularly sensitive spot on her neck sucking lightly

Betty shuddered “Well I guess I can do the dishes later”

At lightning speed Archie scooped her up caring her to the bedroom

Later they lay panting, catching their breath

“I love you” Archie smiled

Betty looked into his big brown eyes, then spoke the words she’d been struggling to find “Archie I’m pregnant “

He chuckled “Bets I don’t think it works that fast.” He pulled her closer to him to cuddle

She shook her head “No Arch-I took a test this morning and.....I -I’m having a baby”

He was silent

“Archie say something” she said worriedly

Then his dropped jaw turned into a smile “Im going to be a daddy?” His voice sounding astonished

Betty nodded

Archie rolled so he was hovering over her “And you’re going to be a mommy?”

Betty shrugged “You aren’t mad?”

Archie furrowed his eyebrows “Mad? Why would I be mad”

Betty bit her lip “It just wasn’t planned and wasn’t the best timing I guess “

Archie shook his head “Betty ever since I lost my dad I dreamed about the day I would become a dad and be able to be even close to type of father he was. And I can’t think of anyone better fit to be my child’s mother than you” he framed her face before leaning down and kissing her lips

“We’re having a baby” she smiled kissing him again

Archie grinned back “We’re having a baby” he leaned down kissing her again

Should I do a part 3? Maybe the baby shower or the delivery? Let me know

#barchie #archie andrews #betty cooper #betty x archie #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction

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winchesterbrotherstan · 4 years

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Supernatural- Faith (1.12)

just look at this boy he was a BABY im :(

Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, Dean’s heart is left failing, and Olive and Sam will stop at nothing to help their brother. Something dangerous about Olive is revealed

Warnings: cursing, blood-lust, screaming, heart failure, etc

Word Count: 7714

“Whatcha got those amped up to?” I asked Dean as he pulled three tasers from Baby's trunk.

“Hundred thousand volts.” Dean grinned.

I blinked. “Shit.”

“Damn.” Sam huffed.

“Yeah, I want this Rawhead extra fricking crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count.”

Sam and I nodded as we followed him into the house and down the stairs of the basement. There was a noise coming from the cupboard in the corner, and Dean and Sam squared their shoulders.

“On three.” Dean whispered as he grabbed the handle. “One. Two. Three.” He swung the door open, and inside there was a little boy and girl.

They were balled together, ears covered and eyes wide.

“Is it still here?” Sam asked.

They nodded, and I moved past Sam, crouching in front of them. “Okay. Grab your brother’s hand, come on. We’re gonna get you out of here. Let’s go, let’s go.” I scooped them up, making sure they had a hold on each other as well.

“Go with her.” Dean nodded toward Sam, who followed me up the stairs.

A hand reached out between the boards of the steps and grabbed Sam by the ankles. The children shrieked directly into my ears, and I gasped.

“Sam!” Dean shouted, shooting his taser.

I turned around and grabbed Sam by the wrist, yanking him back to stand. He tossed Dean his taser.

“Take this!”

I could hear Dean taunt the monster as we continued up the stairs. Sam was panting harder than I was, and he pushed me toward the door.

“Get them in the car, go!” He shoved me out onto the front lawn before running back into the house.

I opened the door and dumped the kids into the backseat.

“Stay here, okay?”

They nodded, clearly frightened. I shut the door and inched back toward the house, on high alert.

“Dean!” I heard Sam. “Dean! Come on.”

My eyes widened and I sprinted down to the basement. “Dean!”

He was lying on the floor, eyes shut. The rawhead was dead next to him, and both were in a puddle of water. The taser was still in Dean’s hand.

“Dean.” I whimpered, crashing to my knees next to him and grabbing him by the face.

Sam looked up at me and swallowed hard. I shuddered.

***

“Sir, I’m so sorry to ask…” The receptionist trailed off, looking pained. “There doesn’t seem to be any insurance on file.”

“Right.” Sam blinked. “Uh, okay.” He flipped through his wallet and pulled out a card.

“Okay, Mr. Burkovitz.” She read off as she hit her keyboard.

I sniffled as two cops came toward us.

“Look, we can finish this up later.”

“No, no.” Sam shook his head. “It’s okay. We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood. And, uh, the windows were rolled down, so we heard screaming when we drove past the house. And so we stopped, ran in.”

“And you found the kids in the basement?” The cop asked.

I nodded, and Sam gave them a verbal response.

“Well thank god you did.”

I caught sight of the doctor walking toward us. I patted Sam and nodded toward him.

“Excuse us.”

“Sure. Thanks for your help.”

“Hey doc, is he…” I trailed off, feeling my eyes brew with tears.

Sam reached me, grabbing me by the shoulders.

“He’s resting.”

I let out a breath.

“And?”

The doctor hesitated. “The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I’m afraid. His heart, it-it’s damaged.”

I felt my chest clench as Sam asked something. The doctor answered, but I couldn’t focus. I stared at the doctor’s shoes, snapping back into reality when I heard the doctor speak again.

“We can’t work miracles. I really am sorry.”

The tears came back and I took a deep breath. Sam grabbed me again, pulling me into his side. He mumbled something to the doctor before pulling me away, toward Dean’s room.

“Does he know?” I asked.

Sam sighed. “Yeah. He does.”

I tugged away from him and ran into Dean’s room. I let out a strained breath. He was pale, so so pale. He had dark circles under his eyes, and they were glazed over as he stared at the TV.

“De…” I whined.

“Have you ever actually watched daytime TV?” Dean scoffed, sounding horribly weak. “It’s terrible.”

Sam padded in behind me, dropping into a chair. “Dean, we talked to your doctor.”

“That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I’m gonna hunt that little bitch down.” Dean growled.

“Dean.” I whispered, my heart aching.

He finally looked up, clicking the TV off with a sigh. “Yeah. Alright, well, looks you guys are gonna have to leave town without me.”

I scoffed as Sam shook his head. “What are you talking about? We’re not gonna leave you here.”

“Hey, you better take care of that car. Or I swear, I will haunt your ass.” Dean stared at Sam, serious.

“I don’t think that’s funny.” Sam shook his head.

“Oh, come on. It’s a little funny.” Dean tried to laugh, but he only wheezed.

Nobody said anything, and Sam looked away, fighting tears. I broke, letting out a sob as I looked from him to Dean. Seeing him so weak sent me into panic mode, and I let out another cry. Dean sighed and sat up, opening his arms. I made a bee-line for him, and he patted the free space on the bed. I crawled next to him, sobbing into his neck as he wrapped his arms around me.

“It’s gonna be okay, Ol.” He whispered.

I only cried harder, and I could hear Sam sniffle.

“Look, guys. It’s a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw. That’s it. End of story.”

“Don’t talk like that, Dean. We still have options.” Sam shook his head.

Dean lowered his voice, as if whispering wouldn’t let me hear him. “What options? Burial or cremation. And I know that’s not easy. But I’m gonna die, and you can’t stop it.”

I whimpered again, and his arms tightened around me once more. I heard Sam scoff.

“Watch us.”

***

“Hey, Dad. It’s Sam. Uh… you probably won’t even get this, but uh… it’s Dean.” Sam let out a sob and I sunk further into the floor, leaning against the door.

I had been in the bathroom for the last thirty minutes, trying to settle myself while Sam tried to reach Dad.

“He’s sick, and the doctors… they’re saying there’s nothing that they can do… um, but, uh… They don’t know the things we know, right? So, don’t worry, Dad, cause… uh, Olive and I are gonna do whatever it takes… to make him better.” He sniffled. “Alright. I just… I just wanted to let you know.”

I stood and opened the door, wiping at my tears. Sam sniffled, looking up at me. My heart cracked and I ran to him, flinging myself into his arms. We hadn’t found much so far, and I was horrified.

I could live without Dad. I had lived a lot of my life without Dad. I could live without Sam. I had learned to live without him. But Dean? I had said it before and I would say it again. I had a dependency on Dean. Dean had raised me. I hadn’t been away from him for long periods of time. I didn’t know how to live without him, and I didn’t want to learn either. Sam held me against him as my sobs died down.

There was a knock on the door and our heads both snapped up. Sam and I detangled ourselves and wiped at our tears. I snatched the knife from under Dean’s pillow and slid it up my sleeve. Sam looked at me over his shoulder and I nodded, clearing my throat. He pulled the door open, only to reveal Dean leaning against the frame, looking like absolute shit.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam was confused, surprised, and overjoyed to see him, all in one.

“I checked myself out.” Dean spoke.

“What? Are you insane?” I asked, dumping the knife onto the bed and running to him.

He immediately slipped from the frame and leaned against me with a grunt. I held onto him, trying to keep him steady as we took baby steps toward the table.

“Well, I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.” He scowled.

Sam huffed a laugh and shut the door. I helped Dean sit in a chair and pulled another one up right next to him, looking him over. He was still pale, still had bags under his eyes, and still looked horrible.

“You know, this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death-thing? It’s crap.” Sam settled into the third chair. “I can see right through it.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Dean brushed him off. “Have you even slept? You two look worse than me.”

“Uh, no, actually, we’ve been up for the last three days. Sam’s been scouring the internet, I’ve been calling every contact in Dad’s journal.” I kept staring at Dean.

“For what?”

“For a way to help you. One of Dad’s friends, Joshua. He called back, told Olive about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist.”

Dean scowled. “You’re not gonna let me die in peace, are you?”

I cupped his cheeks and put my forehead to his. “We aren’t gonna let you die, period.”

“Olive’s right. We’re going.” Sam crossed his arms over his chest.

***

“Ol, wake up. We’re here.” Sam shook my shoulder.

I grumbled and stretched out, pushing myself out of the car. Dean was leaning against it with a drained look on his face. I held a hand out for him and he took it. Sam scoffed at him and Dean turned and glared. I didn’t have to see his face to know what he was saying.

I’m trying to make her feel better.

“Man, you guys are lying bastards. Thought you said we were going to see a doctor.” Dean scowled as he looked around.

We were parked in a square of muddy grass, a tent pitched and well lit. The sign next to it read: The Church of Roy LeGrange. Faith Healer. Witness the Miracle!

“I think we said specialist.”

“Look, Dean, this guy’s supposed to be the real deal.” Sam coaxed as we inched toward the tent.

“I can’t believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent.” Dean scoffed.

A woman with an umbrella passed by and made a face at Dean. “Reverend LeGrange is a great man.”

“Yeah, that’s nice.” Dean snorted.

“I have a right to protest. This man is a fraud. And he’s milking all these people out of their hard-earned money.” A man was standing with a cop, arguing.

“Sir, this is a place of worship. Let’s go, move it.”

“I take it he’s not part of the flock.” Dean mumbled to me, and I giggled.

“When people see something they can’t explain, there’s controversy.”

“I mean, come on guys, a faith healer?”

Sam shrugged. “Maybe it’s time to have a little faith, Dean.”

“You know what I’ve got faith in?” Dean pulled me closer to his side as he spoke. “Reality. Knowing what’s really going on.”

“Dean, how can you be a skeptic? With the things we see everyday?”

“Exactly. We see them, we know they’re real.” Dean hissed.

“De, I think what Sam is trying to say is that if we know evil’s out there, how can we not believe that there’s good out there too?”

“Because I’ve seen what evil does to good people, Ollie.” Dean sighed.

“Maybe God works in mysterious ways.” A young woman spoke, overhearing our conversation.

Dean’s head turned and he checked her out, a smile growing on his pale face. “Maybe he does. I think you just turned me around on the subject.”

The young woman laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“I’m Dean. That’s Sam, this is Olive.” Dean held his hand out.

“Layla. So, if you’re not a believer, then why are you here?”

“Well, apparently my brother and sister here believe enough for the three of us.”

An older woman approached, putting her arm around Layla. “Come on, Layla. It’s about to start.”

The women smiled at the three of us before disappearing into the tent. Dean huffed. “Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways.”

I whacked the back of his head and Sam rolled his eyes as he led the way into the tent. There was another sign that read: Welcome All Faiths. True Believers Revival. The tent was full of people finding seats, a small stage at the front with a lectern and candles on it. Dean’s eyes scanned the place while Sam’s scanned the seats and I looked at the people. It was a weird vibe, and I did not care for it one bit, but we were here to get Dean better, not make friends.

“Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over.” Dean snorted.

Sam and I followed his gaze, landing on a security camera. Sam and I looked at each other and shrugged. Dean wanted to take a seat near the back, but Sam put an arm around him and pushed him forward.

“Come on.”

“Don’t. What are you doing? Let’s just sit in the back.” Dean pleaded.

“We’re sitting up front.”

“What?” Dean’s green eyes widened. “Why?”

“Come on.” Sam pushed again.

“Oh, come on. Sam. Olive.”

“Dean, just trust us.” I squeezed his hand and pulled him to sit in one of the three empty seats behind Layla and the woman, who was probably her mother.

“Perfect.” Sam grinned at me.

“Yeah, perfect.” Dean repeated, voice dripping with sarcasm.

We pushed Dean to the aisle seat, leaving me sandwiched between my brothers. An older man with sunglasses was being helped to the lectern by a woman.

“Each morning, my wife Sue Ann reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?”

The crowd roared in agreement, and I shrunk down in my seat. Both Sam and Dean noticed. Sam’s hand came out to hold mine and Dean wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“Seems like there’s always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act.”

As he spoke, I stared up at Dean, worried. I hoped this man could fix him. I couldn’t lose him.

“But I say to you, God is watching. God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt.”

Dean’s eyes were set on the man, narrowed. He was taking everything in, judging it all. I sniffled and snuggled into his side. I wasn’t entirely sure what we had just walked into, none of us were. I was panicked about everything.

“Is is the Lord who does the healing here, friends. The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people’s hearts.”

The crowd kept agreeing, and Dean leaned to whisper to Sam over my head. “Yeah, and into their wallets.”

“You think so, young man?”

My heart dropped into my stomach as the crowd fell silent. I looked between Sam and Dean, panicked. Dean grew embarrassed and he cleared his throat.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“No, no. Don’t be. Just watch what you say around a blind man. We’ve got real sharp ears.” LeGrange laughed, as did the crowd. “What’s your name, son?”

Dean looked down at me, hesitant. I nodded, and he cleared his throat again.

“Dean.”

“Dean.” LeGrange nodded to himself. “I want you to come up here with me.”

The crowd lost it, clapping like there was no tomorrow. Layla and her mother stayed still, and I tilted my head. What was their deal?

“No, it’s okay.” Dean shook his head.

Sam and I looked at him in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

“You’ve come here to be healed, haven’t you?”

Dean hesitated once more. “Well, yeah, but uh… maybe you should just pick somebody else.”

I glared at Dean, and he cowered away from me. It was obvious that he didn’t like being on the receiving end of the look.

“Go.” Sam hissed.

“Oh, no. I didn’t pick you, Dean. The Lord did.”

The crowd got louder, more excited.

“Dean Michael Winchester. Get up there. Right now. I will not live a life without you.” I spoke through gritted teeth, and Dean sighed as he slowly got to his feet. Sue Ann helped him onto the stage, pushing him to stand right in front of LeGrange.

“You ready?”

“Look, no disrespect, but uh… I’m not exactly a believer.” Dean grimaced.

LeGrange only smiled at him. “You will be, son. You will be.” He turned to the crowd. “Pray with me, friends.”

As the crowd lifted their hands to the air, Sam and I looked at each other. He reached for my hands and tugged me close to him. We stayed silent as LeGrange put on one on Dean’s shoulder and the other on the side of his head. Sam shut his eyes, but I couldn’t bring myself to do the same. I watched as Dean’s eyes glazed over and he fell to his knees. I felt myself shaking, and Sam was mumbling something, eyes squeezed shut.

“God, please.” It was a whisper.

I looked back to see Dean shaking. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell onto his back.

“Dean!” I ripped myself from Sam and bolted out into the aisle, jumping onto the stage.

The crowd was going crazy, clapping, cheering, whistling. Sam was on my tail, grabbing Dean by the front of the hoodie. Dean’s eyes burst open and he gasped.

“Dean, say something!” Sam begged.

Dean only stared at something behind us. I turned, but the only thing there was LeGrange. I grabbed Dean by the back of the neck and tried to get him to look at me.

“Dean.”

He blinked, then pulled me into a hug, crashing into me. Sam joined us as he fell to his knees. I began to cry, and Dean held me tighter as Sam wrapped his arms around us.

***

“So, you really feel okay?” Sam asked.

Dean looked unhappy, but after last night, he said he felt okay. “I feel fine, Sam.” He hissed.

“Well, according to all your tests, there’s nothing wrong with your heart. No sign there ever was. Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it’s strange it does happen.” The doctor spoke as he walked into the room.

Dean recoiled. “What do you mean, strange?”

“Well, just yesterday, a young guy like you, twenty-seven, athletic. Out of nowhere, heart attack.” The doctor shook his head.

Dean seemed to think for a moment. “Thanks, Doc.”

The doctor said it was no problem as he left the room. Dean shook his head.

“That’s odd.”

I pushed myself up onto the bed next to Dean. “Maybe it’s a coincidence. People’s hearts give out all the time, De.”

“No, they don't.” Dean shook his head again.

“Look, Dean, do we really have to look this one in the mouth? Why can’t we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on?”

“Because I can’t shake this feeling, that’s why.” Dean mumbled.

I grabbed Dean by the cheek and turned him toward me. “What feeling, Dean?”

He sighed. “When I was healed, I just… I felt wrong.” He sighed, looking at me. “I felt cold. And for a second… I saw someone. This, uh, this old man.” He looked down. “And I’m telling you guys, it was a spirit.”

I nodded. I knew he had been staring at something, I just hadn’t seen it myself. Sam sighed.

“But if there was something there, don’t you think Olive and I would’ve seen it too? I mean, I’ve been seeing an awful lot of things lately.”

I looked at him. I hadn’t been seeing anything but nightmares as of late.

“Well excuse me, psychic wonder. But you’re just gonna need a little faith on this one.” Dean snipped at Sam, who blinked.

“I think what Dean means is that he’s been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this.” I spoke to Sam.

“Yeah, alright.” Sam sighed. “So what do you guys wanna do?”

Dean slung an arm around my shoulders. “I want you two to go check out heart attack guy. I’m gonna visit the reverend.”

***

“I’m telling ya, he seemed healthy.” The employee shook his head. “Swam every day. Didn’t smoke. So a heart attack? It just seemed kinda bizarre.”

“And you said he was running? Right before he collapsed?” I asked.

“Yeah, yeah. He was freaking out. He said that something was, uh, was after him.”

Sam and I glanced at each other.

“Did he say what?”

“Well, thin air is what. I mean, there wasn’t anything there.”

“Alright, thanks.” Sam sighed.

I looked up at the clock. Dean said he wouldn’t take long, but he did take Baby, so Sam and I were trying to make it to the motel before the rain hit.

“Hey, uh, your clock is busted.” I pointed.

“Oh yeah, we uh, can’t get it working. Just froze at 4:17.”

I swallowed hard and Sam turned back. “Is that the same time Marshall died?”

“Yeah.” The guy snorted. “How’d you know?”

***

Dean tossed his keys onto the bed as he shut the door with his foot. Sam was on his laptop, and I was curled up next to him, knees to my chest.

“What did you guys find out?” Dean asked as he pulled his jacket off.

“We’re sorry.” I mumbled.

“What? Sorry about what, baby?” Dean grew instantly concerned, coming to kneel in front of me.

I bit my lip and Sam sighed. “Marshall Hall died at 4:17.”

Dean blinked. “The exact time I was healed.”

I nodded. “We’re sorry. We didn’t know.”

Dean looked from Sam and to me. I sniffled, blinking back tears.

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s okay. It’s alright. Come here.” He stood and scooped me out of the seat, taking it and placing me in his lap.

“We put together a list of everyone Roy’s healed.”

“Six people over the past year, so we cross-checked them with the local obituaries.”

Sam sighed. “Every time someone was healed, someone else died.”

“And each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing.” I looked up at Dean.

He nodded. “So someone’s healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer?”

Sam nodded. “Somehow, LeGrange… he’s trading a life for another.”

“Wait, wait, wait. So Marshall Hall died to save me?” Dean asked.

I looked back down and Sam’s shoulders fell. “Dean, the guy probably would’ve died anyway.”

“And somebody else would’ve been healed. Not you.” I spoke softly, looking up at Dean again.

“You guys never should’ve brought me here.”

“Dean, we were just trying to save your life.” Sam pleaded.

“But now some guy is dead because of me.”

“Dean, we didn’t know.” I stressed. “We didn’t know. Look, if we hadn’t come here, we wouldn’t have found out! And this would’ve kept happening over and over and over again.” I sighed.

“Olive, what are you saying?” Dean looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“She’s saying that we found this case because you were hurt. Without you being healed, more people would’ve kept dying.”

“The thing we don’t understand is how is he doing it? How’s he trading a life for a life?”

Dean shook his head. “Oh, he’s not doing it. No, something else is doing it for him.”

“What do you mean, De?”

“The old man I saw on stage…” He sighed. “I didn’t wanna believe it, but deep down I knew.”

“You knew?” Sam blinked. “What are you talking about?”

I sighed. “There’s only one thing that can give and take life like that.”

“What? What are you guys talking about?”

“We’re dealing with a reaper, Sams.”

Sam blinked. “You guys really think it’s The Grim Reaper? Like… angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal?”

Dean and I shook our heads, practically in unison. “No, no, no, not the reaper. A reaper.”

“What?”

I reached over and snatched the laptop, pulling up the Wikipedia page for reapers. “There’s reaper law in pretty much every culture on Earth. It goes by hundreds of different names, but it’s possible that there’s more than one of them.”

“But Dean said he saw a guy in a suit.” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What, you think he should’ve been rocking a black robe? Sam, how do you guys know what time Marshall died?”

I sighed. “The clock stopped. Reapers stop time. And you can only see them when they’re coming at you. Which is why Dean could see it and we couldn’t.” I explained.

Sam shook his head. “Maybe.”

“It’s not maybe, Sam. There’s nothing else it could be. The question is, how is Roy controlling it?”

“That cross.” Sam mumbled.

Dean and I looked at each other, then back to Sam. “What?”

“There was this cross. I noticed it in the church and I knew I had seen it before.” Sam began to tear through the papers on the table, snorting when he found what he wanted. “Here.”

“A tarot?” Dean asked as I took the card, holding it where we could both see it.

“It makes sense. A tarot dates back to the early Christian era. When some priests were still using magic. And a few of them veered into the dark stuff?”

I nodded, catching on. “Necromancy and how to push death away. How to cause it.”

“So Roy’s using black magic to bind the reaper?”

Sam snorted. “If he is then he’s riding the whirlwind.”

“It’s like putting a dog leash on a great white.”

Dean nodded. “Okay.” He tapped my side and I slid off into the other chair as he went for a beer. “Okay, then we stop Roy.”

“How?”

“You know how.”

“Wait, what the hell are you saying, Dean? We can’t kill Roy.”

“Sam, the guy’s playing God. Deciding who lives and who dies? That’s a monster in my book.”

“No, we can’t Dean. Then we’re no better than he is.”

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, fine. We can’t kill Roy, we can’t kill death itself. Any ideas, kids?”

Sam and I looked at each other and sighed. “Black magic is about spells…” I trailed off, unsure of what I was getting at.

“That’s it!” Sam jumped. “If he’s using some sort of spell on the reaper, we can figure out what it is.”

“And figure out how to break it.” I grinned.

***

“If Roy’s using a spell, there might be a book.” I said as we bounded out of the car.

“Sam, see if you can find it. Take Olive with you.” Dean checked his watch. “Hurry up too, the service starts in fifteen minutes. I’ll try to stall roy.”

The man from earlier, who had been fighting with the cop, held a pamphlet out to Dean. “Roy LeGrange is a fraud. He’s no healer.”

I snorted a laugh, and Dean took the paper.

“Amen brother.”

“You keep up the good work.” Sam clapped his shoulder.

***

Sam got down on one knee and clasped his hands together. “Up you go.”

I carefully stepped onto him and got a grasp on the window sill, pulling myself up the rest of the way. I tumbled into the house quietly, Sam following without a word. LeGrange and his wife had just left.

“Split up?” I asked.

He shook his head. “No, better if we stick together.”

I nodded as we looked around. Sam must’ve noticed something about a certain book, because he went straight for it, pulling it off the shelf. I went for the desk, pulling out drawers and shuffling through papers. Sam scoffed, then gasped.

“What is it?” I looked up.

“Found it, I think.” He said.

I went to his side as he flipped the small book open. Inside, there was a picture of a skeleton reaper, a picture of the cross he mentioned. Newspaper clippings on the people who had died. Marshall Law, who had died for Dean, was an openly gay schoolteacher. Another woman, found dead in the woods, was an abortion rights advocate. A third clipping slipped from the book and onto the floor. While Sam kept flipping, I bent down and grabbed it.

“Shit.” I mumbled.

“What is it?” Sam looked at me.

I showed him the paper. It was the man who was handing out pamphlets. David Wright.

“Call Dean.” Sam ordered, fishing for the keys in his pocket. “Now.”

I dialed Dean’s number as Sam gathered the book and the clippings. He nodded toward the window, and I hoisted myself over the ledge with a grunt as Dean picked up.

“Hey, pumpkin. Whatcha got?”

“He’s choosing victims he sees as immoral. And we found his next target. Remember that protestor?”

“Parking lot pamphlet guy?”

“Yeah, him. Sam and I can find him, but you can’t let LeGrange heal anyone, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. Be careful.”

“Always. Love you.”

“Love you guys too.”

Sam grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me alongside him, rushing to the car.

***

“Help!” There was a scream, and Sam’s eyes bugged out of his head.

“Where?”

I turned, spinning on my toes to see Wright running around a car.

“Help! Help me! Please!”

“Where is he?” Sam sprinted his way, grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Right there!” Wright screamed.

I flipped the video camera open and aimed it to where he pointed as Sam dragged Wright with us.

“Bug, anything?”

“Nope! Gonna have to go off his word.” I let the camera fall to the side and cocked the shotgun.

“Where is he now?”

“There!” He pointed behind Sam.

“Duck!” I ordered as I aimed.

I shot, and nothing happened.

“He’s gone.”

“What?”

My phone buzzed, and I flipped it open.

“Okay, I did it. I stopped LeGrange.”

I nodded. “Okay. Okay, David, I think it’s okay.”

He nodded, turning around. He screamed, and I snapped up to see the ugliest, wrinkliest old man I had ever seen, as tall as Sam, sticking his hand into Wright’s head.

“Dean! It didn’t work! Reaper’s still coming!” I squeaked as I shot again.

The reaper looked at me and hissed, pushing his hand further into Wright’s head. I panted, horrified.

“What? I stopped him!”

“I’m telling you, it didn’t work! LeGrange must not be the one controlling this thing.” I whimpered. “Dean, I can see him.”

“Shit. Shit, okay. Okay. So if it’s not Roy, then who the hell is it?” Dean became frantic, and I took another shot.

It did absolutely nothing to the reaper, but he seemed angry as all hell. Sam shook his hand in front of my face.

“Olive, what the hell are you looking at?”

“Sammy…” I gulped. “I think I pissed him off.”

“Sue Ann.” I heard Dean grumble, then a thud.

The line went dead, and Sam grabbed me by the shoulders, trying to pull me into him and protect me. The reaper took its hand away from Wright and stared at us. He blinked before turning away and vanishing. I let out a breath as Sam moved to help Wright get up.

“I got you. I got you.”

“Thank god.” Wright panted.

***

“So Roy really believes.” Sam sighed.

He was criss-cross on his bed, in flannel pajama pants and an old shirt. He was tired, leaning back on his arms as we brainstormed.

“I don’t think he has any idea what his wife’s doing.” Dean shook his head, running a hand through my hair.

He was sitting up in his bed, back against the headboard. I was laying down next to him, my head resting on his lap and my arms curled against my chest.

“We found the book.” I mumbled, pulling it out of my back pocket and holding it out to Dean. “Hidden in their library. Written by a priest who went dark side. Binding spell in there for trapping a reaper.”

Dean sighed. “Must be a hell of a spell.”

“Yeah.” Sam snorted. “You gotta build a black alter with seriously dark stuff. Bones, human blood. To cross a line like that, a preacher’s wife… Black magic. Murder. Evil.”

“Desperate.” I cut him off as I looked up at Dean, who was still smoothing my hair back. “Her husband was dying and she didn’t have anything to save him.”

Dean nodded. “She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy.”

“Cheating death. Literally.” Sam sighed.

“Yeah, but Roy’s alive, so why is she still using the spell?” Dean asked.

“Right. Power went to her head, now she’s forcing the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral.” I closed my eyes and sighed.

“May God save us from half the people who think they’re doing God's work.” Dean scowled.

“De, we have to break that binding spell.” I opened my eyes and forced myself to sit up.

Dean nodded as he flipped through the book, stopping at a picture of the cross. “Sue Ann had a coptic cross like this. When she dropped it, you guys said the reaper backed off.”

“So you’re thinking we gotta find the cross? Or destroy the altar?”

Dean nodded again. “Maybe both.” He sighed. “Whatever we do, we better do it soon, or he’s healing Layla tonight.”

***

“That’s Layla’s car. She’s already here.” Sam spoke as Dean put the car into park.

“Yeah.” He nodded, sad.

“Dean…” I trailed off, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You know if Roy would’ve picked Layla instead of me she’d be here right now. And if she’s not healed tonight she’s gonna die in a couple of months.”

I sighed, and Sam spoke. “What’s happening to her is horrible. But what’re you gonna do? Let somebody else die to save her? You said it yourself, Dean. You can’t play God.”

Dean said nothing, and I squeezed his shoulder. He reached up and placed his hand over mine. I pressed a kiss to the side of his head before getting out of the car. Dean and Sam did the same, and we shut the three doors at the same time, trying to make the least noise possible.

Dean still looked sad. I held my hand out for him as we snuck towards the tent. He took it with a sigh as Sam peeled back the curtain and we peeked in.

Layla and her mother, along with a small group of people, were sitting with LeGrange.

“Gather round, please, everybody gather round. Come in closer, come on up.”

“Where’s Sue Ann?” I whispered.

“House.” Sam answered, letting the curtain fall back as he stood straight.

We walked slowly over to the house, and I was thankful that the grass made our footsteps disappear. We ducked next to the side of the porch, hidden by a few bushes.

“You two go find Sue Ann, I’ll catch up.” Dean pushed me away, into Sam.

Sam grabbed me by the shoulders, tugging me to stand in front of him as Dean shuffled away. “What are you gonna…”

“Hey!” Dean shouted, attracting the attention of two men coming down the stairs. “You gonna put that fear of God in me?” He taunted, moving his hips from side to side like a matador waving a flag at a bull.

The men dropped their coffees and ran at Dean, who immediately took off.

“Come on.” Sam whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the stairs.

He pushed the door open. The entire house was silent and dark. I shivered. This place gave me worse vibes than the tent did.

“Where is she?” I whispered, and Sam shook his head as we turned around, trying to find her.

Sam saw something and grabbed me by the wrist. I peeked over his shoulder to see cracks of light coming from the basement door. He squared his shoulders as he led us toward the door. He licked his lips and looked at me over his shoulder. He put a finger up to his lips.

Stay quiet.

I nodded, holding his hand as he slipped inside, holding the door open for me with his foot. He picked me up by the waist and set me down in front of him on the steps, shutting the door softly. I padded down the stairs, stopping at the front of the room. There was a candle-lit altar littered with dead animals. Horns, blood, eyeballs, everything you could imagine. I felt bile rise in my throat, and it my eyes burned with hatred when I saw the center of the altar.

It was a photo of Dean, obviously pulled from the security camera from before he was healed. His face was crossed out. In blood. Sam gasped from beside me, and there was the click of a heel.

“I gave your brother life and I can take it away.” Sue Ann hissed.

“You fucking bitch!” I shouted, running at her as Sam flipped the altar over.

I caught a hold of her arm, nails raking down her skin, but she kicked at me, landing me in the ankle, and hard. An animal-like growl left my throat and I went crashing to the ground. I tore skin off her arm, and it was left hanging in my hand as she closed the door and put a wooden beam in front of it. Sam moved me aside and shoved as hard as he could, but the door stayed locked.

“Can’t you kids see? The Lord chose me to reward the just and punish the wicked. And your brother is wicked and he deserves to die just as Layla deserves to live. It is God’s will.” She cackled, and blood surged in my veins.

I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t angry. I was hungry for her blood. I wanted to rip her limb from fucking limb and watch the life leave her eyes as I did. The emotions inside me were too strong to be human, but I didn’t care. I wanted Dean safe, and I wanted Sue Ann gone forever.

“Goodbye, Sam. Goodbye, Olive.”

Sam looked around the room, trying to find something to help us break down the lock. I growled again and threw myself at it with the full weight of my body. I heard a crack, and I didn’t know if it was my bones or the beam, but it was something.

“Olive, no!” Sam shouted, but it was too late.

I threw myself at it again. The wood splintered.

“Olive, we can find another way out of here!” Sam shouted, shaking me by the shoulders.

I understood what he was saying. I was processing his words. But I was so angry, so utterly fucking enraged, that I slapped his hands away and went back to the door, slamming my shoulder against it. A splinter embedded itself in my shoulder and I grunted, gritting my teeth so hard they felt like they would snap.

“Olive!”

“Shut up!” I howled, throwing myself against the door one last time.

The beam cracked, and the doors swung open. I stood, panting. Sam stared at me and said something, but I no longer understood. I spit the blood that had made its way to my mouth and let out a huff.

“Dean.”

It didn’t sound like me. It sounded like some badly-edited creature from an 80s horror movie, but I knew what it meant. I wouldn’t be able to stop until Dean was safe. I turned on my heel and ran in the direction of the tent, leaving Sam to stare at me.

I moved as fast as I could, which seemed faster than normal. Sue Ann was hidden beside the tent, chanting something while she held up the cross in one hand. She had a bottle of blood in the other hand.

She screamed as I snapped the cross over my knee, then smacked the blood out of her hand, leaving it to shatter on the ground. I stood in front of her, panting with my teeth bared.

“My God, what have you done!”

“He’s not your God.” Sam spat as I tried to lunge at her.

I wanted blood. Her blood. I wanted to rip her to pieces.

“Olive! Olive, no!” Sam caught me by the waist, pulling me back. “No! No! Olive, stop!” He shouted as he turned me over and grabbed me by the face.

He stared, eyes wide. “Olive, go find Dean.”

I only stared back, panting. I wanted to kill her, and it was the only thing I could think about. He tucked my hair behind my ears and knelt down to be eye-level with me. “Dean.”

I nodded. “Dean.”

It was the same voice, that of a horrible creature, but it didn’t matter. What mattered now was Dean. I sprinted across the parking lot. A car pulled out in front of me, and the horn honked, but I was so focused on Dean that I jumped onto the hood and slid over it.

“Baby!” I heard Dean.

“Dean!” I screamed.

The other voice was scaring me.

Dean. Dean. Dean.

“Sweetheart! Oh, princess! Come here, Ollie.” Dean was within reach, arms outstretched.

I jumped into them, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

“Dean.” Still not me.

I breathed. “Dean.” More like me.

“Dean.”

It became my voice again, and my head started pounding. Dean held me in his grip, rocking me back and forth as I calmed down.

“Hey. You okay?”

It was Sam.

“Hell of a week.”

“Yeah. Come on, we gotta get going.”

I blinked, feeling drained. Dean kissed the side of my head, and the stupid voice popped back in.

Dean’s safe. You can rest now.

***

“Dean, I’m telling you. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t Olive. Okay, whatever the hell is was was out for blood. The way she attacked… I’ve never seen anything attack like before in my entire life.” The middle Winchester presses as he peeks in the rear view mirror.

The youngest of the three is sleeping peacefully in the backseat, one boy’s jacket wrapped around her and the other under her head like a pillow. She’s been out for the last few hours. After they stopped the reaper, after she knew Dean was safe, Olive fell into a dead sleep.

“Sam, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dean’s tone is firm.

It’s a warning.

“Dean, come on! It’s like she wasn’t human!”

“Quiet.” Dean hisses.

He’ll be damned if Olive wakes up because of this, damned if she finds out this way. She doesn’t know.

“The hell do you mean, wasn’t human? We raised her, we know for a fact that she’s human.” Dean speaks through gritted teeth.

“But Dean, the-”

“The what? The fangs? The look in her eyes? The voice? You don’t think I’ve seen her like that? Seen her out for fucking blood, Sam?” Dean cuts him off and pulls into a motel parking lot.

It’s late. He’s tired, and he wants this conversation to be over. Sam gasps as realization settles in.

“You know something.”

“I don’t know what you think I know, Sam, but I can promise that I don’t know jack shit.” Dean jams a finger into his younger brother’s chest.

“Fine. But the next time that demon comes out to play and skins someone, it’s on you.” Sam huffs.

It’s a trap. He didn’t mention that Olive ripped skin off Sue Ann’s arm.

“She’s not a demon and she can’t skin anybody.” Dean snaps, and is filled with immediate regret.

Sam shakes his head. “You do know something.”

Dean sighs. He turns around to look at Olive. She’s still dead asleep, snoring and drooling like a baby. He sighs again. He motions to Sam and steps out of the car. Sam follows, and they meet at the trunk of the car. Dean hoists himself onto it, and Sam leans against it.

“What is she, Dean?”

Dean shakes his head. “She’s a kid. She’s a baby. My baby. She’s my responsibility, Sam. That’s what she is.”

“Dean, please. Just tell me what she is. She’s not human. That much is obvious.”

Dean shakes his head once more and looks up to the sky, tears in his eyes.

“Dean.”

“I can’t tell you, Sammy. You gotta understand.”

Sam scoffs. “Dean, she’s dangerous.”

“The hell she is!” Dean raises his voice, and this time it’s enough to wake Olive.

She shifts in the backseat, her eyes cracking open. Her brothers don’t notice.

“Dean-”

“She won’t hurt anybody. Okay? Not anybody that isn’t trying to hurt us.”

“What?”

Dean sighs again, and Olive strains to listen.

“It only happens when one of us is about to die. When she knows for sure that something she can physically stop is about to kill us.”

Sam sighs, and Dean shakes his head, tears falling down his face.

“Look Sam, that's all I can tell you.”

“What is she?” Sam asks again.

Olive’s heart thumps in her chest. Sam is scared of her now. She hears Dean tell Sam to stop asking.

“I’m not gonna tell you.”

Sam scoffs, and Olive’s eyes threaten to fill with tears. Her nose burns. She can feel it coming.

“Dean, I love her, you know that, but monsters can’t be good. You know that. Push comes to shove, one day we will have to-”

“Don’t you fucking dare say that to me.” Dean cuts him off, and Olive finally begins to cry.

“She’s my kid. She doesn’t know. All she knows is that she gets protective. Now, she’s my baby, and I’m never gonna lay a hand on her. You hear me?”

“Dean-”

“And neither will you. Do you fucking understand me?”

“Dean-”

“Sam.” Dean snarls. “Do you understand me?”

Sam sighs, and Olive pops up in her seat. Dean whacks Sam’s arm upon seeing her. Sam mumbles an agreement, and Dean makes his way to the back door of the car, opening it.

“Morning, princess.”

Olive sniffs as Dean lifts her out of the car. She is drained, exhausted. Dean shoots Sam a look. The conversation is over, and he has no plans of starting it ever again.

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