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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant

Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.

Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬､¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.

OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD

you named your car??

you named it Hercules??

I love you so much??

please marry me you giant fucking dork???

lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks

who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do

like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment

“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might

OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES

[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it

and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you

omg they didn’t know it was All Might??

okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???

(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)

OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES

PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE

omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded

so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now

OH MY GOD

LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)

and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this

who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it

man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!

I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading

ANYWAY, SO

HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!

omggggggg

ouch

update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in

wait what

feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku

oh lol did he realize she could fly??

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest

so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku

so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help

oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks

OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS

seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man

damn this is getting intense now

(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)

well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun

anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong

(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)

OH SNAP???

AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER

(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:

1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.

2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.

3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).

4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.

5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.

6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.

anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).

basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.

anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)

anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys

En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime

OH DAMN DEKU

at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit

what in the fuck

?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape

update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun

hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy

anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them

OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU

LOL SHE’S MAD NOW

JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH

DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY

but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned

LOL YOU MANIAC

I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg

well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??

(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)

anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while

anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao

#bnha 313 #midoriya izuku #lady nagant #bnha meta #deku meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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talatomaz · 4 years

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divided pt.ii | team arrow x lance!reader

a/n: this was too long so i had to split it into 2 parts. i also tweaked the powers a lil bit

warnings: mentions of death/blood

word count: 2.1k

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r is a lance!sister aka baby!lance and has the powers of teleportation. she works with team arrow but is also in a relationship with dinah. she has always been loyal to ota as they’re her family but when they betray dinah, rene and curtis...who’s side will she take? the love of her life or her family?

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“Y/N?”

You were currently standing in Felicity’s apartment alongside the OTA and NTA. After the disastrous events that followed yours and your father’s rescue, Rene, Dinah and Curtis had formed their own team which left you in between the two teams.

OTA had asked you all to meet them so they could discuss the situation. Oliver had apologised for his actions and wanted to start with a clean slate. NTA had unanimously declined but that wasn’t an opinion you shared.

You walked over to stand beside OTA, looking back at your girlfriend. You opened your mouth to apologise before being interrupted by Dinah.

“I told you, y/n. What’s right for you.”

She said matter-of-factly as your mind flashed to a couple of weeks prior.

You teleported outside Dinah’s apartment, not wanting to walk there. You had just left the bunker, Oliver reluctantly letting you go and you felt exhausted. Raising your hand to knock on the door, it was almost instantly opened by Dinah. Her look of anger softening at the tears in your eyes.

She ushered you into her apartment and led you to her sofa where you both sat. Your voice not strong enough to speak, you wrapped your arms around you, rocking yourself. Dinah immediately gathered you into her arms and you allowed the tears to fall.

“I‘m sorry. I didn’t know.”

She soothed you as she cradled you against her chest, gently shushing you as you murmured your apologies.

When you had finally quietened, you stayed still in her arms until Dinah pulled back so she could place her hand on your cheek, lifting your face up to stare at her.

“I don’t want this to make you upset. You have to do what you have to do. I will accept your choices, y/n. That is what a relationship is. We support one another. If you decide to go back to Oliver, then okay. You do what’s right for you.”

***

“Oh great, are you going to tell me not to out Oliver too?”

Laurel turned around as you approached her, the court having just taken a break.

Oliver was currently on trial for being the Green Arrow and Laurel had been called as a witness. A worry to everyone, to say the least.

“No. Honestly,” you added when she raised her eyebrows in disbelief,

“I just wanted to say that I get that you’re in an impossible situation. You can either tell the truth which protects you but Oliver is convicted or you could lie which helps us but puts you in danger.”

“A way to sum it up, y/n. And you think I should be more like your Laurel and say-“

“No, Laurel.”

You sighed, “I know you’re not my Laurel. You and her are different people. I would never expect you to be like her because you aren’t her. You can only be yourself. As much as I love Laurel, she wasn’t perfect. Seriously.” You said when Laurel frowned.

“She used to say once you let the darkness inside, it never comes out. She had her own secrets, as do you. It’s not black and white. I don’t expect you to be one or the other.”

“Why are you even telling me this? Dinah’s not gonna be happy.” Laurel deflected, crossing her arms.

“Yes, you killing Vince strained our relationship but we worked through it. To paraphrase what someone close to me said, You have to do what you have to do. I will accept your choices, because that is what friends do. You have to do what’s right for you.”

“Y/N. Laurel.”

The both of you looked back at Dinah and Diggle who were standing outside the court doors. They told you that the court was back in session so Laurel walked past you but stopped when you grabbed her arm.

“Whatever mess Ollie is in right now is his own doing. He knew this was a possibility the moment he first put on that hood. Don’t worry about him. And you’re right, you’re not my Laurel but you are Laurel Lance. I am your sister and you are mine. You being from another Earth doesn’t change that.” You said fiercely.

The blonde nodded and the two of you walked back into the court room.

***

“Hurry.”

Using your powers, you teleported the team and the FBI to the abandoned building where Diaz was holding Laurel and Quentin.

After Laurel had testified that Tommy Merlyn was the Green Arrow, therefore exonerating Oliver, she had been taken by Diaz. Your father had agreed to meet him to get her and got himself kidnapped too in the process. But you were able to track him through his pacemaker so you teleported all of you there.

As the others ran to find them, you remained in place and focused on your heart. You knew you’d be able to find your family quicker that way.

Locking onto your father’s heartbeat, you teleported into a metal cage and saw a gun raised in the air.

“2...1...”

“NO!”

A gun shot rang out as you pushed your father aside and jumped in front of him and Laurel. Falling to the ground with a groan, white hot pain seared through your body and you clutched your stomach but blood quickly coloured your hands.

“Y/N!”

Laurel and Quentin shouted in shock as they clambered to your side. Then you all looked up to see Diaz gone and Dinah in his place.

“Oh my god,” she gasped before looking at Laurel.

“Dee, please.”

You uttered, wordlessly begging her not to resume the feud between her and your sister. You watched as she raised her weapon and pulled Laurel’s sonic dampener off her neck.

You felt yourself being lifted in your father’s arms, Laurel and Dinah on either side, using their screams to defeat the bad guys.

Once you were out of the building, your father quickly but gently laid you on the hospital bed in the ambulance. The car engine came to life as it sped away, the sirens filling the air but slowly fading away.

Opening your eyes, you were surprised at your surroundings.

You were in your apartment that you had shared with Laurel. Sitting upright, your hands flew to your stomach as you lifted your shirt to see the wound but were shocked when you felt nothing but smooth skin.

“Y/N?”

You stood up from the sofa and stilled at the familiar voice. You slowly turned around, not believing your ears. When your eyes fell upon them, they widened as your jaw dropped.

“L-Laurel?”

The blonde smiled and you realised exactly which Laurel she was.

“Oh my-You’re my Laurel.”

“Hi, babygirl.”

At the use of your nickname, you ran towards your sister and launched into her arms, tears running down your face.

“God, I missed you. Wait, how am I here? Am I dead?”

You asked, arms wrapped tightly around Laurel, as if scared that the moment you let go, she’d disappear.

“You’re not dead, honey. This is the world between worlds. Your safe place. You’re in a coma and your mind is here but your soul and body are in the hospital.”

Resting your head in the crook of Laurel’s neck, you hugged her once more, still not believing she was here.

“I miss you so much, Laurel. When I see Black Siren everyday, it just makes me miss you that much more.”

“Speaking of which, how is my doppelgänger?”

“She’s not evil if that’s what you’re asking. She used to be but I think she’s just conflicted. You two actually have a lot in common.”

“Y/N Lance, always seeing the best in people.”

“Me and Black Siren have gotten quite close recently...” You said warily, your smile faltering.

At this, Laurel cupped your cheek, tilting your head upwards, so you could look into her eyes when you shyed away,

“Baby, she’s not me. She’s a completely different person. And from what I’ve seen, she cares about you too. This whole parallel worlds thing messes with my head but I think you need someone.”

“You have Dinah on one side, who is doing great as the Black Canary by the way, and Black Siren on the other. I may not be physically with you, well, I am technically.”

She laughed before continuing,

“What I’m trying to say is, is that it’s okay if you want to get to know her. I’m still with you, wherever you go.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“You have to, babygirl...You have a world you have to get back to.”

“I don’t want to live in a world that you’re not a part of. I-I can’t lose you again.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m always with you.”

She took off her necklace and put it around your neck. Then she placed her hand on your chest, over your heart and you covered her hand with yours and squeezed in longing.

“No matter where you go, I will always be by your side.”

She placed a kiss on your forehead and wrapped her arms around you once more before you felt yourself slipping away.

“I love you, Laurel.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

***

“I’m sorry. We tried everything.”

Dr Schwartz solemnly said as tears fell down everyone’s faces.

CRASH

Everyone ran towards the hospital door and were surprised at what they saw.

It was you. Or was it?

You were laying in the bed, eyes closed, seemingly dead...or unconscious at the very least. But there was another you, like a projection, that was currently fighting Diaz in the room.

He had you pinned against the wall, hand around your throat, when you faded away and materialised again, now out of his grip.

“This is for shooting me.”

You kicked him in his groin causing him to keel over in pain.

“And this is for kidnapping my family.”

You swung at his head, successfully knocking him unconscious as he slumped to the ground.

You looked up at the door where everyone was stood, including Sara, and you opened your mouth to speak when you noticed the FBI agent.

“Well, cuff him. He’s not gonna stay down forever.”

Once Diaz was handcuffed and escorted out of the room, you felt yourself fade away again.

Then you, the you in the bed, woke up in a rush, lurching to sit upright. You blinked hard when the room span, and again when there was a sharp pain in your side. You had forgotten that you had been shot.

“What the-“

Rene stopped himself from letting out a curse.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” Sara said.

“Neither did I. Astral Projection...Cool.”

Sara, Quentin and Dinah walked to the side of your bed, each of them hugging you but taking care not to touch your wound.

“God, what is it with us Lance’s and stomach wounds?” You laughed but cringed when a sharp pain ran through you.

“Hey, where did you get that?”

“I gave it to her.”

Laurel replied to Felicity when she pointed out the necklace around you.

Glancing down, you smiled and looked back up at Laurel. It was the exact same necklace that your Laurel had placed around you earlier.

“You and my Laurel really are similar. It’s a long story.” You added when everyone’s eyebrows were raised in question.

“So...what’d I miss?”

Your family caught you up on everything that happened when you were in the hospital and you explained that your projection teleported Diaz to you after you had focused on your wound that he had caused.

Soon enough, everyone was laughing together and you couldn’t help but smile because it had been a while since you all were this happy.

“Are we finally done with the fighting? I don’t want to choose between you all.”

“Yes, we’re done. All we care about now is you.”

Dinah said, tenderly kissing your lips but with a ferocity that usually comes with almost losing someone you love.

Pulling away from the kiss, you smiled against her lips when she touched her forehead against yours before straightening beside you.

“Thank God. I love you all. But that feud was ridiculous. So...now that Diaz is gone, what’s next?”

The moment the words left your mouth, a figure appeared, dressed to the nines in weird space-type clothing.

You and the rest of your family looked at the man in concern when Oliver shouted, “Who the hell are you?”

“I am Mar Novu and there is a malevolent force at work, one driven by a singular goal. The destruction of all there is. The time for preparation has passed.”

“The Crisis is now upon us all.”

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sandersidess · 5 years

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Alone

tw: fighting, mention of teen alcoholism/death in the family/blood/near death experience mention, ask to tag

I wrote this in one hour

*****

Age 8

Remus hated school. He never wanted to go back, escape his stupid town and not look back. Such a mentality from such a young kid is worrisome, and one would make sure he went to get help. While his adoptive mother believed in such thing, his adoptive father didn't and he was the one who ‘ruled’ the house. His word was order.

“I don’t want to go! I hate it!” Remus screams at his mother and kicks at her when she picks him up. “No!”

“Remus, sweetie please,” She pleads and takes him out to the car, “You have to go.”

“I hate it! They’re stupid!” Remus shakes his head and keeps trying to escape from her hold, almost doing so until he was buckled in.

“Remus, dear,” She says in a soft tone, a tone Remus would calm down to, but not this morning. No. He wanted to stay home.

Remus shakes his head and kicks at her seat once the door was shut with a sigh, screaming the whole ride. His sweet mother, instead of snapping like any parent would, instead kept calm and listened to his frustrations. She listens to what frustrates Remus, to how he wanted to escape and find his place somewhere else.

“I know everything! School is stupid!” He yells at her and kicks at her seat once more, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I know,” She whispers and looks at her rear view mirror, seeing the pout he had and how tears were rolling down his cheek, “How about we go get breakfast? I can let you have some coffee if you’d like, but only very little.”

“Really?” Remus sniffles, looking at her, now lightly kicking her seat.

“Yeah. Besides, you’re smart, right?” She smiles and focuses on the road, “You’re my smart boy. I know you’ll catch up soon.”

“Thank you, mom.”

“It’s no problem, my boy.”

And so they had breakfast. Remus was now much more calmer as he munched on his apple slices, smiling at how his mother made silly stories out of the food he ate. He lets out a much happier giggle, making him feel more light that his mother didn’t push away his frustrations. It made his mother smile when he smiles, so she would do anything to see that bright smile everyday. He arrived to school an hour late, a fake excuse made and Remus was on his way. As he took his seat near the window, he stares out it and watches the clouds slowly roll through.

After school, it was supposed to be the usual, but it wasn’t. Instead of his mother picking him up, his father did and it soured his day. He hated being near his father, being alone with him. He always tried to make Remus do things he hated, things he had little to no interest. It made Remus furious how he would be belittled when it came to sports, being smaller than the average kid his age, and being slightly slower than those his age. It made Remus cry out of frustration again, wanting to yell and thrown the ball at his father’s mouth to shut him up, wanting to make Remus run towards his mother.

“Man up! I don’t have time for my son to be crying!”

“Get a new son! I hate this! I hate it and I hate you!”

With that, Remus stomped away, his wall slowly building up and a cloud hang over him.

Age 15

When did he start drinking? When did he start smoking? He can’t remember really. It must’ve been when his mother passed away, when the only person who understood him left him all alone. Alone. That’s all he was today.

At first it was to cope with the death of his mother, to escape reality, to escape his bastard father. It worked, and he continued. Why? He would have to say it’s because he started hanging with the wrong crowd. Those who skip school, who drink and smoke almost all day, no respect for authority. To be honest? Remus never had respect for authority whatsoever.

He also had no respect for the people he called ‘friends.’

He only stayed with them as they were another way to escape reality. He could escape from his so-called family, school, society, his mind, his grief, and so much more. Remus needed an escape, and this was the only way to do so. Healthy? No. But he had no one to stop him.

Remus was someone the school hated. They wanted to expel him since his first fist fight that ended with the other needing to go to the hospital. Yet, they didn’t. He had good grades after all, the best in the run down school and it would help get more funding if needed. Why would a rebel have such good grades?

He did it for his mother. While Remus didn’t want to continue higher education, he promised her near her bedside that he would continue getting the best grades for her. She was his rock, his peace, his safe space. All that was gone now.

It didn’t take him until a near death experience to make him wake up. It made Remus mad that it took him that experience to snap him back, but it worked and he would thank it everyday. Getting stabbed and left alone to die would change some, him being one of them.

Remus polished himself up, one step at a time. He got himself to rehab, wanting to end his alcohol addiction and smoking habits. He thought of going cold turkey, but he was sure he would kill someone. It was hard, he wanted to quit, he wanted to punch someone (that being his father), he wanted to tear down everything. Yet, he didn’t. No, he wrote his feelings down in a notebook. He would tap that pencil against his desk, making a beat, and slowly, made music. With that music, the memories of his mother’s stories and sweet voice, and his life, he wrote music. He taught himself the guitar once out of rehab, a small smile appearing on his face once more.

Step by step, Remus improved himself for him. He made himself what he considered the better version of himself. Well, he knew he might have his moments, but he told himself he would work on that as the time passed by. He planned his escape also from this crooked old town, wanting to move into the city. First, he would have to graduate top of his class, use his inheritance money to buy a cheap apartment at the nearby city, and show off his talent.

Step by step, Remus did so, making him proud of himself.

Age 21

Remus walks down the street, guitar slung behind his back, smile on his face, headphones on and volume on high. It took him three years, and while it felt like a lot, he was lucky. It’s not easy getting recognized in Los Angeles, but playing his guitar and singing his soul out in the streets paid off. He was found by a music producer, always going to remember those dark mismatched eyes and curly hair that came up to him. From his excitement, he pretty much forgot the conversation. However, it seemed like faith had a hand in this also.

He met his biological twin brother. The conversation was...interesting, to say the least.

“Remus?”

Remus looks over as his name was said, frowning and tensed up. No one he knew was here in Los Angeles, and he wasn’t known by anyone. Who could’ve called his name?

“How do you know my name?”

“It’s me. Roman. Do-Dont you know me?” The voice says, honey eyes just like his, staring back at him.

Remus was sure he was looking in a mirror, except the reflection made him much cleaner and posh looking. Remus still couldn’t remember the name, having never heard of such person in his life. He looks back at those eyes, raising an eyebrow as he saw tears brimming.

“No man, I don’t know you,” Remus shrugs, seeing ‘Dee’ was still at his side, “Should I? You make yourself sound like an important person.”

“W-Well,” Roman gulps and rubs his hands together, shrugging, “I was hoping I would be. I’m your twin brother afterall.”

“Huh,” Remus huffs and chuckles, “So you must’ve been the one our biological parents kept. All I know is that I was adopted by age four, but I remember no twin brother.”

The room got cold at that comment, even Roman seems to have frozen up. Remus had a way to make someone feel guilty, and he only used it when upset or tired. Right now, it was a mix of both. Had Roman just left him alone, none of this would be happening.

“Remus-“

“No need to apologize, golden boy,” Remus waves him off and grins, “Besides, I always noticed how they gave you more attention. Give them my greetings, and oh,” Remus snaps his fingers and clicks his tongue, “Tell them thank you and to tell you the full truth. From your expression, you grew up in a lie.”

Remus turns around to walk away, hissing when his arm was grabbed and places a hand on the arm, turning around and was stopped from twisting the perpetrators arm. Roman just stared in horror, moving his hand away quickly.

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

“But I was hoping-“

“Listen, Roman, I’m not here to be all buddy-buddy with you. I’m here to make music and spread it to people, using my talent to help others who were in the same position as me. So get this in your skull,” He flicks Roman’s forehead, “I walk alone.”

Age 23

He was still a small artist, but he was okay with that. He never really did it for the fame, maybe for the money, but to help others. His lasted single Alone, was a pretty big hit for many. He’s gained followers, speaking to his small fan base and smiles as he remembers the first one.

Remus loves his new life, having better friends, a career he enjoyed, and away from his old shit town. He saw new joys in life, took in ever little moment, and reconciled with his brother. It was tough, as he started them off in a bad foot, but their relationship improved. They were coming up with a song together, and he was excited for it. He never forgave his biological parents, even after tears and pleads, he couldn’t.

“You’re not my parents, never will be. My real parents, who was both mother and father, is dead. She will always be my only parent.”

He couldn’t care if it hurt their feelings. Good. They get to know how he felt all these years inside.

But moving past that, Remus enjoys his new life. As he kept maturing, he wonders on what he missed out on. What were things he didn’t do as a child that he’s doing now? He can’t think of any, but he was sure Roman knew and that’s why he was being introduced to new things.

He sometimes wonders, if there was someone else in the same shoes he was in. He hoped not, but he wasn’t an optimist. He was sure someone was walking down the street, headphones on, a dark cloud hanging over them. It made Remus sigh as he walked down the street, the world seeming to go in slow motion suddenly. He looks to his left, seeing a young kid with his hands stuffed in his pockets, eyeshadow seemingly under his eyes, purple headphones on, a look of frustration on him. Remus stops in his tracks, looking back once more and sees he was gone through the crowd.

He knows how it feels to walk the world alone. He knows how it feels to not be alone.

Remus shakes his head and turns back, going to his destination, seeing the cafe and smiling as he saw his boyfriend, Dee, and Roman waiting for him.

He could only hope that no one else would walk the world alone.

#remus sanders #ts remus #remus #sympathetic remus #roman sanders #creativitwins #separated twins #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #remceit #remusxdeceit #sanders sides #thomas sanders #fanders #my writing #tw alcohol mention #tw death in the family #tw near death experience #tw blood mention

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thatonebipotato · 4 years

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Pills(1)

Story Warnings: Angst, Deceit, Remus, blood, descriptions of pain

Chapter Warnings: Deceit, Remus, detailed descriptions of pain, blood, screaming, uhhh let me know of any more!!

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Remus gave a loud yawn, making a show of rubbing his eyes dramatically. A long night in his imagination had made him very tired, and he wanted- no, needed- affection. He wanted comfort, because long nights of getting stressed out sometimes only caused more stress. He frowned, watching Deceit. He was currently making them some breakfast, but that wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want food, he wanted his snake.

“Remus,” said snake said smoothly, “maybe you should go sleep a little longer, what about that, sweetie?” Sweetie. A lovely name that he had been hearing a lot more recently. Not that he was complaining.

“Yeah, but I’d much rather enjoy the view,” he said slyly, glancing downwards before looking back up to meet the other’s gaze.(ha, gays-)

“Remus, you can look later,” he said, sighing. “You need sleep. I’ll put some food for you into the microwave so you can eat later, ok? Go sleep.”

“Hmph, fine!” He got up out of the chair and yawned again, though he tried his best to suppress it. He stumbled his way down the hall, and past the hall that branched off to his room. He didn’t want to be in his shared room, and the room they’d started preparing for him separately wasn’t finished yet. He wanted his imagination instead. Sure, Dee had told him to sleep, but he’d much rather not. Besides, he could take a nap in the imagination or something, so it was fine!

He reached the entrance to the imagination, and began to feel off. Maybe it was because he was worried about being stressed again, maybe it was something else. But there was something… wrong. About his own imagination. The door seemed to be a lot darker, and more broken than it had before. Welp, that’s what happens when you let monsters run loose around the place!

He threw the door open without a second thought and sighed contently, breathing in the sweet smells of his imagination. Despite what most everyone else thought, his side of the imagination wasn’t that dark, or even that bad. At least, not on the surface. There were many flowers with strong fragrances here and there. Most of those fragrances were different kinds of poisons or hallucinogens. Prolonged exposure to them made Remus entirely immune, and even Deceit was mostly immune to all of them. The sky was a dark gradient of purples and oranges, pinks and reds, and some dark blues, the product of an endless sunset. The sad part about the sky was it was covered in storm clouds, most of the time.

There were trees, and a lot of them. They towered over the land, and were very dark, with patterns in their bark and leaves that resembled animal skulls of all kinds, and had sharp edges. And the beasts. Oh, how Remus loved his pets! There were one eyed things with a large mouth and long claws; there were large things with a million arms and eyes that killed its prey with the thought alone; there were furry creatures that looked innocent enough, but could swallow four blue whales whole and still want more; there were slimy things and scaly things, big and small things, things with claws, and wings, and broken, sharp teeth. Ones that howled, and groaned, and yipped, barked, cried, whined, and spoke. He loved his pets!

He wandered up to two trees, the mud made from the previous rain threatening to make him slip. They were very tall, and rigid. He held out his hands, and several ropes appeared in them, and a large cloth sheet. It was a hammock. He began tying one end to one of the trees, and the other to the second tree. He pulled down one side, and leapt up into the hammock. It rocked under his weight, before settling into a lazy roll.

Today, there weren’t any clouds. The trees blocked out most of his view, but he could still see the soft colours. The smell of sickeningly(quite literally) sweet flowers was mixed in with joyous scent of rain. One tiny little fuzzball leapt from the fronds and onto Remus’s tummy. It purred and curled up, producing a sort of tickly sensation. Remus reached out his hand and started gently petting the thing. It was just as soft as it looked. Most people would be sceptical about this puffball, and they should be. While is was furry, and looked like a very tiny monkey, it had the mouth of a snake. It’s jaw could unhinge, and it was venomous. It attacked anyone that wasn’t Remus or Deceit if they showed any sign of danger, or startled it too much.

Her name was Fred.

Fred yawned lazily, turning over onto her back to allow Remus access to her belly, purring louder when his hand found said spot. Remus slowly traced shapes onto her belly, and smiled. Fred had been staying around Remus remus a lot more, and was a sign that she was expecting. In a world made by Remus, what else did you expect? Well, expect more than they were, currently.

Her tail loosely curled around his wrist, and she dozed off into a quiet slumber. Remus would join soon after, but he didn’t want to. He forced himself to stay up until he couldn’t. His eyes felt like they were on fire, and his eyelids weighed down a person being thrown off the dock tied to an anchor. It didn’t help that he had started to itch, a mad burning sensation that crept down his arms and legs, and buried itself into his stomach. For all the pains he’d ever felt, this one was new. Was this supposed to happen? He couldn’t remember.

Just as he was about to drift off, he screamed. The pain immediately flared up, and it hurt. A lot. It felt as though his muscles were being pulled apart one by one, but also at the same time. His joints felt like they were being pressed into burning iron, and the heat never once died down. His skin grew extremely cold, and hurt against the burning of everything else. He kicked and thrashed and screamed and cried, falling off of the hammock and into the mud. He writhed around, and if anyone saw him, they would’ve thought he was having a seizure of some sort.

By this point, Fred was up and about, having been startled so horribly from her nap. She was still on the hammock, and was screeching at Remus with confusion written across her tiny face. The danger was coming from him, but he was also the one in danger. She didn’t know how, she just knew that he was.

Remus curled into a ball, still screaming. He’d managed to control himself from hitting everything around him, but he was still in pain. Why was he in pain? What was happening? Why wouldn’t it stop already? Was it happening to the others? Was this happening to Dee?!

His eyes, which had previously been squeezed close, shot open. Oh God, was this happening to Deceit?! He forced himself onto his hands and knees, even though he was in agony. His attempts to stand kept failing, and he kept falling back onto his knees, so he decided he would just crawl out instead.

The screeching had stopped, Fred was gone. Where she had gone, he didn’t know, but he didn’t want to care right now. He had to check on Dee.

There were suddenly arms under his own. He started hurting more due to pressure being put onto him, but that didn’t matter. Whatever had grabbed him was moving closer to the door. That’s all he needed.

The thing gently placed him back onto the cold, wet ground, and lowered Fred onto him. She had gone to get help! She made sure to jump off of him as soon as possible, and started working on opening the door. Once she got it to click open, she pushed it wide enough for Remus to crawl through, and sat waiting for him to pass through.

He started crying more, having to pick himself back up and out the door, which closed behind him as soon as he was out. He heard sobbing coming from down the hall, and forced himself up, leaning onto the wall. In this moment, he wanted to die more than ever. But he couldn't He had to check on his snake, dammit!

It took a long time, but he finally made it to the last stretch. It was just a crawl from here to get to his hurt Double Dee and make sure he was ok. The second that his own struggles had made a noise in the mostly quiet living space, the sobbing softened.

“R-Remus? Is-is that you?” His voice was broken and quiet.

“Y-” Remus got cut off by a coughing fit, which only made him feel worse, if that was even possible. When he finally stopped, he looked down to see blood on the floor, and some gloved hands by his face, that were also covered in blood. He had to physically restrain himself from screaming when the hands softly cupped his face. He finally looked up, and, though he felt like he was burning at the stake, felt his blood run cold.

Deceit had blood on his chin and staining his clothes. There were tears in his eyes, and he looked white as a sheet. His scales, while normally a vibrant greenish-yellow, looked grey, and his eye was tinged blue. Which was weird, because he wasn’t close to shedding.

��D-Dee Dee, what happened?” he forced out. His own voice was raspy and scratchy from him screaming, and it felt like he was being choked when he spoke, and not in the good way.

“I don’t- I don’t know,” Deceit admitted. His teeth were also stained red. “I think something’s w-wrong, but I just… Remus, everything’s r-really cold.” He looked close to fainting.

“Dee, take- take me to the couch. Now.”

Deceit didn’t question it. He just threw his arms around Remus’s shoulders and supported him as they walked to the couch, slowly. When they got there, and Deceit had set Remus down, Remus knew he would regret what he was doing.

He grabbed Deceit’s hand quickly, and pulled him down onto him with maybe too much force. Yep, he regretted it. The pressure felt like he’d been hit in the chest with a fast paced, rolling boulder. He didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around the others chest and held him tightly. Deceit went to protest, but then melted into the touch.

“You’re so warm,” he muttered, burying his face into Remus’s neck.

The second Deceit’s skin touched his, he squeaked.

“Wow, and you’re- you’re really cold!” Deceit was somehow even colder than Remus was. The pain slowly melted away, as it was like an ice pack was pressed into him, but it slowly returned as Deceit heated up. By the time that happened, it was too late to get Dee to move or get him an ice pack or something, because the snek was asleep. He was softly snoring, and looked so peaceful like that, despite the fact that he was bloody and actively causing discomfort.

Remus sighed, and decided the pain was absolutely worth it. He would give his life for Dee, and though he wasn’t dying now, this was the best thing he could do.

Though he was in pain, he forced himself to close his eyes. Soon enough, it started to ease up, and Remus was finally asleep. The breakfast the Deceit had been making was forgotten on the counter, and aside from the snoring from the two Dark Sides, it was silent.

This. This was peaceful. This is how the both wanted it from now on, at least for a little longer.

But that was only the first pill.

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:DDDDD

Sorry for any mistakes I made, I didn't really go back and check for any, lol

Taglist: @fatesail @supersoftsupersleep @thesoftestpuffballwegot @chronophobica (two of you guys did show up? I?? Sorry???)

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rychillacases · 6 years

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Get to know the Writer:

Thanks for the tag, @juls-writes.

1. Your Protagonist describes their Worst Memory

Trigger warning: physical assault. I'll put the rest of this under the 'keep reading' link for those who don't want to see it. Yaetherim is the protagonist in question, and he's a fairy, with butterfly-style wings.

"My arms, legs and wings were wrapped in leafs, that was the first thing I noticed. No, that was the second thing. The first was the pain coming from the cuts beneath the leafs. Yes, they were sochar leafs but they may as well have been tea leafs for what good their healing properties were doing.

My brother was there. The look he had on his face in that moment, I hope I never see it again. It was as though I'd died. But no, I'd just been attacked with some sort of sharp implement. I couldn't remember what happened, not clearly. I don't want to, anyway. Waking up from it was bad enough."

2. Do you believe in writer’s block?

Yes. But I've found in my case, it's usually an indication that whatever I'm blocked on isn't meant to happen that way. As such, I'll usually take it as an indication that I need to step back and re-examine that particular scene, sentence, whatever.

3. Favourite side character?

I'd have to say Zerith, a clothier. He's a well-respected clothier, makes good clothes and his tailoring is spot-on. He's also the head of the Rychillan version of the Thieves' Guild, but you'd never suspect it.

4. What are the hardest scenes for you to write?

I'd say descriptive scenes. I'm good with actions and dialogue, but not so much with description. So scenes that rely on description are ones that will need the most reworking in the drafting stages.

5. Who’s your favourite character in your WIP?

In my current WIP, I'd say Naeliya. She's a town fairy who hasn't really found her purpose, instead just drifting into the 'default' town fairy job of a messenger. Purpose is a big thing for fairies, so she's still trying to find hers. Writing her and seeing her develop is quite enjoyable.

6. What’s your go-to inspirational song? Usually old time rock and roll, from the 1970s and 80s. I don't know why but that type of music seems to encourage my muse and allows me to write.

7. Do any of your characters have the same hobbies as you?

Two of my four core characters do. Yaetherim enjoys cooking, as do I. I do most of the cooking at home. He finds it helps him sort out his thoughts and feelings. Something to occupy his hands and mind for a little while. His village doesn't mind this. Every time he needs to get something sorted out, they end up with a batch of tasty treats.

The other one with whom I share a hobby is Tenora, although this one's a bit more of a tenuous connection. My hobby is model railroading, which involves a lot of tinkering and making things. At least, the way I'm doing it does. It's a flexible hobby. Some people prefer to run models straight out of the box, others prefer to build or kitbash them. I'm in the latter camp.

Tenora is a mechanic by day and a tinkerer in her spare time. Her tinkering mostly revolves around clockwork technology, making small gadgets. She's eventually going to become something akin to 'Q' from the James Bond movies, albeit more steampunk, providing gadgets to Yaetherim that help in his investigations.

8. What’s your villain’s best memory?

I'll answer for my current WIP, in which the villan is Cobbler Jormar. His best memory is when he was learning the cobbler's trade from his father, in preparation for taking over the family business. This is mainly because it was the only time he was good at it.

9. What got you started on writing?

Back in high school, I was big on Doctor Who. This was around 2002-2004, before the revival series kicked it off for a new generation. I enjoyed reading about the characters and wanted to make my own adventures with them. So I did. After doing a fair bit of this, I started thinking of my own stories. These have evolved a lot since then.

10. If there was an alternate timeline in your WIP, could your protagonist and villain be friends?

If Jormar was a good cobbler, then he wouldn't have had to resort to theft and manslaughter. I don't think he would have become friends with Yaetheirm. Cobblers work with leather a lot, and fairies have a bit of an aversion to that (as well as meat). But Karis, one of my other core protagonists, could become friends with him, in this alternate timeline. Due to her stature, she usually needs to get her shoes and clothes custom-made.

I’ll tag @benvolio-writes, @leapwriter & @scribble-dee-vee

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spngirl11 · 6 years

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The Mysterious Girl: Chapter 4- The Necklace

Series summary: Sam and Dean discover something that leads to way more questions than they have answers too. This something brings them into an almost century old battle that’s much bigger then what they first believed.

Warnings: swearing, violence, kidnapping, I think that’s it…

Authors note: Its my first time writing anything so don’t judge me please! but if you do have comments or suggestions feel free to message me :) Enjoy!

Masterlist

Chapter summary: The Winchesters listen to Diane’s story before noticing something interesting that might answer some of the questions they have but not before creating a million more

After sliding back into the impala ego slightly burned, Dean started the car.

“You just got beat up by a grandma” Sam laughed. Dean gave him a not so funny look back.

“She is really strong okay!” “Dude it’s not that funny!” “Bitch!

“Jerk!” Sam finally stopped laughing. “So uh… Where are we bringing her?”

“The bunker, it’s safe to talk like she wants and if she tries something else like that we’ve got weapons hidden every where.” Dean answered.

“Yeah. What do you think she needs us for?” Sam questioned.

“Who the hell knows, we’ll find out soon I guess.”

Once at the bunker, Dean had secretly gone to check on the girl laying comatose in the room as well as grabbing another one of his guns just in case, while Sam sat with Dee in the Library.

Sam was examining Diane a bit more now that they were in the light. She was definitely old enough to be a grandmother. She wore no makeup but wore jewelry that didn’t really match her badass style. She had diamond earrings and a necklace with a strangely shaped diamond pendant incrested with a symbol. She moved and talked like a human so he didn’t suspect any possession or monster, but just to be sure he served her a glass of holy water. After taking a sip unaffected, Sam felt a little better but was still in hunter mode just in case.

As Dean walked into the room Sam started “ So what can we help you out with?” Dean sat in a chair next to his brother across from Dee.

“Well, let’s just make it clear I was totally fine and had a plan to deal with this on my own without your help but my…” Dee took a breath clearly pissed off “My partner decided to do something completely stupid and go against my direct orders.”

“No one’s doubting your strength.” Dean stated. Sam held back a chuckle.

“Good.” She smiled back at the older brother. “Anyways, there’s this coven of witches in the middle of no where, to be more specific somewhere in north of Wisconsin, that has been causing trouble for decades now. They… well this is a little hard to explain but since you guys are the Winchesters I’m sure you’ve heard weirder.”

“We probably have.” Sam said

“Yeah well… How do you know about us again?” Dean questioned.

“Not important-“ Dee tried to continue.

“I’m gonna have to ask again because if you want our help, your gonna need us to trust you at least a little. So how do you know about us so damn well?”

“Fine, well I might not be a hunter but I keep myself very safe from people just as much as from the supernatural so I do talk to a few hunters here and there, I’ve knows about you for a while now… And well at this point I’m all out of other options so here we are.” Diane explained frustrated. “Good enough or do you need to see my ID and do a full background check as well?”

When neither brother bothered to answer she finally kept talking about why she was here. “These witches practice natural magic but in wicked ways. They are very close to performing a ceremony to create Life using the powers of the life crystals.”

“So you need our help to stop some type of witch breeding orgy?” Dean said.

“I will throw you back to the ground if you make me.” Dee snapped at Dean. She took a sip of her water again. Dean noticing and giving a look to his brother. After their quick silent conversation, Dean was a little relived that she passed the holy water test but still very confused and frustrated with the whole situation.

“Using a very complicated, very dangerous, high magic spell they will essentially be creating a being with the same powers as God himself. It will have the ability to create and destroy life with the blink of an eye. They plan on using Life to rule the world, creating soldiers, and eliminating those who don’t agree. Pretty much recreating Earth their way.” Dee finally managed to say. “So I need you’re help to save the world from a very possible impending apocalypse.”

Dean looked at his brother. “Another damn apocalypse…”

“An… Another one?” Dee asked.

“Yeah long story…” Dean said

“How come we’ve never heard about any of this before?” Sam asked Dee.

“I’m not sure. Well, this coven is extremely private and they are very good at keeping a low profile. They haven’t even really talked to any other people outside of the coven for about a century and haven’t done anything hunter worthy ever, until now.”

“Okay, then how do you know about it?” Sam asked suspicious.

“I’m from a small town in northern Wisconsin and I know of a lot of things you probably don’t know about”

“That’s not really an answer but okay… What can we do?” Dean decided not to fight it.

“Well we need to go there and stop them however possible, probably gonna need as many guns as you have. Even if that doesn’t do much against witches…”

“Witch killing bullets” Sam stated.

“Oh huh, cool! So yeah we need lots of those, and from what I know they have taken 6 people as sacrifices for this thing so we need to try to save them.” Dee said with an emotion Sam and Dean couldn’t quite place.

“Okay well do you know how much of a time crunch we’re in? Cuz I could use a few hours of sleep before going back out on the road.”

“Well as long as this place is truly safe then you’ve got time” she answered looking around the room.

“Your necklace, it looks so familiar for some reason.” Sam finally said the thought that had been bugging him since he first noticed the piece of jewelry. Dee rose a suspicious eyebrow to the taller brother.

“I don’t know…” Dee was awkwardl.

“Wait… Actually…” Sam paused, “Gimme a second” He got up from his chair and walked out of the room.

“Well… excuse my brother he’s a little weird sometimes.” Dean said.

“I think you’re the one you should be excusing. You’ve got quite the bad attitude.” Dee said standing up looking around the room truly amazed by the bunker.

Sam finally came back into the library holding the mystery girls necklace which has a pendant with a similar symbol. He looked at it one more time before showing it to Dee.

“See it’s kind of far fetch but it’s similar right?” Sam said. Before he could even blink he was pushed to the floor in a choke hold.

“ Where the hell did you get this!” “Where is she!” “I was going to trust you fuckers!” Dee spazed. She was still choking Sam as Dean tried to go help his brother, but he was feeling weak. His arms and legs took more effort to move and when he reached his brother, Dee kicked him straight in the stomach sending him flying across the room. Dean smacked against the wall hard.

“We. We ca-. can ex…plain… just …. Can’t… breathe!” Sam tried unable to move out of the old woman’s grip. Man she was strong.

“You better!” She yelled grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him up to the chair, manhandling him surprisingly easily to sit in the chair Dean had been previously sitting at. “Where did you find this necklace!”

“We.. uh it’s a girls necklace..” Sam tried, voice still coarse.

“I know!” Dee yelled angrier then ever, “What did you two motherfuckers do to her!”

“We didn’t do anything!” Dean tried cautiously as he finally stood back up.

“Oh yeah! Well I see an obviously stolen necklace! You stupid boys obviously did something to her!”

“I’ll bring you to her.” Sam tried

“So you did take her!” She punched Sam straight across the face making him see stars.

“Wooah! We were only trying to help her” Dean tried to stop her. Dee turned to Dean and swung a punch causing him to duck. He tried to get another punch in but it barely left a mark. She through an uppercut to his chin causing him to lose his balance backwards.

“The whole universe is against me isn’t it!!” She yelled. Dean finally caught himself and got himself back together.

“We only tried to help, she’s here, she’s unconscious. Come I’ll show her to you!” Dean said softly trying to get her fury away from his little brother who was still a little out of it because of the serious punch Diane had landed.

Diane looked at Dean unsure to trust him. She took a deep breath. “I’m following.” Dee answered still fuming, grasping the necklace tighter. Dean lead her to the room where the mystery girl lay asleep as his brother slowly followed. As soon as she got to the room, she ran to the girl’s side. She obviously knew her. Dean gave an uncertain look to his brother. Sam answered with a raise of his shoulders. Dee was holding the mystery girl’s hand admiring her.

“We found her in a dark cave near Overbrook, Nebraska” Dean said. Dee didn’t answer she just nodded. She let go of the girl’s hand and stroked the side of her pale face in awe.

“It’s really her”

“You know her?” Dean asked, getting no response.

“She was invisible when we found her…” Sam tried to explain. Dee just smiled. Sam and Dean were both extremely confused at this turn of events but honestly anything is better than getting beat up by a scary strong grandma.

“We don’t know why she’s comatose or how to wake her up… We tried a few things but uh, nothing worked obviously…” Sam said slowly. Dee kept staring at the girl like she was seeing a unicorn or something. Slowly she put together what the brothers were saying.

“Did you put the necklace on her?” She asked a little bit tense.

“Uh no, I mean we broke it accidently.” Dean started.

“You broke it.” Sam added.

“Right. I broke the glass around the rock, so…” Dean was embarrassed but didn’t know what to say.

“Crystal.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a crystal. Not a rock.” Dee said looking the boys in the eyes. “More specifically it’s an amethyst” she added looking down at the girl. “She should wake up once the necklace is back on her.” She started unclasping the back of the necklace and bringing it to the mystery girl’s neck. Sam and Dean unconsciously both took a step closer to the bed curiously. She clasped the necklace back in place and carefully placed the purple crystal pendant on her chest. Diane moved her hand and took a small step back not once taking her eyes off her. After a few seconds of nothing Sam got impatient.

“Did it work?”

“Shhh…” Just as Dee shushed him, the girl’s breathing changed slightly. She took a deep breath and open her eyes wide, showing a purple glow. Sam and Dean both shocked stepped back again on high alert, Dean grabbing his gun. Dee on the other hand, smiled relieved. Sam looked at her perplexed. What the hell is she? The Winchesters have never encountered purple eyes like this before.

“Amethyst” Diane took a breath, finally something was going well for her. “Sister, I am so glad to fina-” Dee said but was interrupted by a scream of terror coming from the girl on the bed.

Chapter 5

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pussymagicuniverse · 4 years

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taking stock // setting intentions

It’s hard to write this. It hurts. I’m feeling rubbed raw right now. Winter melancholy, the smell of cold & dusty rooms, the hardwood floor freezing beneath my bare feet in the morning; hearing Tori Amos & The Pretenders on the radio in my car, on my way to do holiday shopping, weeping to “Silent All These Years” & “2000 Miles.” Coffee to go & feeling kicked in the chest by the passage of time. Thinking of my youngest child, my solstice baby, turning two on the longest night of the year; realizing that he’s officially a toddler now, not a baby, & I will never have any more babies. Nevermind that having two kids is perfect for me, that I don’t actually want to have more babies—just knowing that part of my life is over for real is hard. & the other sadnesses, the winter nostalgia, the memories. Wandering the streets of Philadelphia with A., high-fiving the Phillie Phanatic, coffee at the Last Drop. Celebrating Hanukkah with S., lighting the shammash, our simple meal of pasta with kalamata olives & fried artichokes. How I haven’t seen or talked to either one of them in years.

This time of year always hurts. Everyone takes stock of their lives near the turning of the year, everyone takes stock near their birthday, & my birthday is New Year’s Eve. & this year is perhaps even harder than most because it is the turning of not just a year but a decade. How do I sum up a decade when I can’t even sum up a year? As always when I think about the passage of time, when I look back on what’s happened, I think: All this? In just ten years I’ve experienced all this? But on the other hand: That’s all? That’s all that an entire decade of my life adds up to?

Oh, but there’s been so much. Living in Oakland, California for two years, then moving back to not just the midwest but the town I swore I’d never return to, the town I spent my tortured teen years in. & eventually falling in love with this town, & realizing that home is where I make it, & not in some mythical perfect city where everyone is into all the same things I am. (& that a city like that doesn’t really exist, & there are more like-minded people here than I’d assumed.) Getting married, having two kids; learning to be a wife & a mama & feeling like I was failing at it until I realized there’s not just one way to be a wife or mother. Realizing, to paraphrase the late, great Prince, that—I’m not a woman, I’m not a man, I am something that you’ll never understand. Growing my hair long then cutting it short again. Learning how to disengage from the endless bad news cycle that is the world/society we live in; to be well-informed & active without burning out. Learning, finally, to live with balance & stealth. Finding healthier ways to channel some of my more self-destructive impulses. Learning to find adventure & poetry in the small moments, not just the epic road trips & the one-night stands but the walking around downtown taking photos of graffiti scrawled in alleyways, the walking alongside the tracks watching the trains blow by, the parking my car in the county park & writing while my baby naps in the backseat.

There’s been heartbreak & hard shit. Falling in love (again) & being crushed by it. Losing a lot of people I thought would be riding side-by-side with me for the long haul; some died & others just decided to extricate themselves from my life. & being afraid to make new friends, holding everyone at arm’s length no matter how much I want to let them closer because I’m afraid of the moment when they, too, decide I’m not worth their time. Favorite places closing down. There’s been brokeness & threats of eviction, shitty landlords & hustling for freelance jobs so I can keep the lights on. Illness & injury, anxiety & depression. Drinking too much (but then, eventually, drinking less, & feeling okay about it). Trying to maintain good relationships with my parents; loving them, knowing they love me, yet knowing there are some things about me they’ll never understand or accept.

There’s been so much good, so much beauty. Watching my children grow. Truly dedicating myself to my writing after years of setbacks & holding myself back, & all that’s come from that: being Poet Laureate of my town, winning a couple awards, getting a poetry book picked up for publication. & the courses I took to deepen my connection to poetry, & leading courses, myself. & the writing itself, the one thing that has never abandoned me even when I thought it had. Learning how to carve space & time for myself & my work from the chaos of my life. Starting my own small press, which I’d been dreaming of since I was fifteen; the reality of it being both better & harder than I’d ever imagined. Creating visual art, again; being part of some art shows & actually selling a few pieces but also realizing I don’t care if I sell my visual art or not because it brings me joy. The moments I’ve spent with friends & friendly strangers: Kenosha punk shows, Milwaukee poetry readings, coffee & long walks. Zine fests. Making music: Oakland Wine Drinkers Union at the start of the decade, Wasted & Wounded at the end. & & &. Hiking in Joshua Tree. Visiting Peter Lorre & Dee Dee Ramone at Hollywood Forever. Sitting in cafes, diners, bars across the country, writing & daydreaming. Seeing Patti Smith in concert in Chicago, on her 70th birthday, the day before my 35th. Reading books & growing vegetables. So much, so much.

At the end of every year, when I look back on the year that’s passed & think about what I wish I’d had more of, the same two things always come up—I always wish I’d written more, & spent more time with friends. At the close of this decade, it’s no different. So I’m setting my intentions for 2020 & beyond. There are other things I will be manifesting in this new decade: greater patience with my children & myself, more time spent helping others, taking my press to a higher level, getting to the point with my own writing where I make a good enough living that I no longer need to take on freelance copyediting jobs to pay the bills. More tattoos, more live music (both witnessing & performing), more art, more walking & dancing. Quitting smoking, again, for good this time. I’ll keep my house cleaner & more organized but also not get down on myself when it does fall into disarray. I’ll deal with things as they come rather than letting it all pile up & overwhelm me. I’ll be a more active activist. I’ll learn to play chess & bake bread & make my own cold brew coffee. I’ll improve my credit score & try my hand at canning. I’ll do more thrift shopping & modify my own clothes. & I will write more, & spend more time with my friends.

I will write for the joy of it, without thinking about editing or sending out submissions, because that can come later. I will write poetry & fiction & essays & reviews & plays & songs & journal entries; I’ll write in bed before I rise, in the backyard while my children play on the swing set, in my car while the little one sleeps in the backseat. I’ll stop by places when I know my friends will be there, even if I can only stop by for a few minutes. I’ll accept more invitations to open mics & parties; I’ll invite people over for barbecues & out for coffee. & I’ll stop pushing people away/not letting them in. If our friendships eventually end, I’ll deal with it, then, but in the meantime, I’ll hold them close. The twenties will be my decade of connection & creativity, even more than the previous decades have been.

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The companion playlist for this installment is somewhat thematically linked to the piece. It’s also a way to showcase (some of) my favorite songs from (some of) my favorite albums of the decade.

Jessie Lynn McMains (they/them) is a poet, writer, zine-maker, and small press owner. They are a queer and non-binary mama to two wild kiddos. Aside from words, music is their favorite thing in the world. They’re also obsessed with tarot, the Midwest/Great Lakes/Rust Belt, ghosts, and the undying spirit of punk rock. You can find their website at recklesschants.net, or find them on Tumblr, Twitter, and Instagram @rustbeltjessie.

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vinylbay777 · 6 years

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Week in Review: New Songs / Music Videos You Need to Check Out (May 27-June 2, 2018)

It can be hard to keep track of all the new songs and music videos that come out in a given week. It’s understandable, I mean, life gets hectic and there just isn’t enough time. However, with the weekend here, now is the perfect chance to catch up on all the new music released over the last seven days.

This week saw a lot of high-profile artists releasing new songs and videos. Maroon 5 and Kesha both released new videos this week from their latest releases. Gorillaz, who announced their upcoming album ‘The Now Now’ this week, released a new single to go with it, as did The 1975, who announced two new albums. The week also saw some impressive country singles from the likes of Dierks Bentley and Dan + Shay. As for rock, we got new videos from the likes of Good Charlotte, Johnny Marr, Oh, Weatherly and This Wild Life, as well as new songs from Jim James, Dee Snider, The Wonder Years and Scars on Broadway.

Vinyl Bay 777, Long Island��s music outlet, loves new music. That’s why we’ve once again been scouring the internet for the week’s hottest new songs and music videos. Here are seven of our favorites that we think will be worth checking out.

1. Dierks Bentley feat. Brothers Osbourne, “Burning Man”: Country artist Dierks Bentley released the inspirational video for his new single “Burning Man” this week. The song hits hard with its galloping pace and self-reflective lyrics. For the video, Bentley introduces the viewer to a man who had a heart attack at age 25 and his inspirational story about how he turned his life around. Such gives the song a second, equally pronounced meaning, one of being able to change one’s life but not their fighting spirit. (video)

2. Maroon 5, “Girls Like You”: With virtually staccato pacing and fairly minimal instrumentals, “Girls Like You” comes off focusing almost entirely on the lyrics. The pounding beat highlights everything that frontman Adam Levine sings, adding a bit of bounce and danceability to it. I don’t feel like Cardi B’s verse was quite necessary, but it doesn’t hurt it either. In fact, the song comes in and out of it pretty smoothly. (video)

3. Dan + Shay, “Alone Together”: Yet another fantastic song from Dan + Shay’s upcoming self-titled album, “Alone Together” is an upbeat pop-country track that will have to tapping your toes to the beat. These guys know how to write a good love song with lyrics that are swoon-worthy. (video)

4. Gorillaz, “Humanity”: The first single from Gorillaz just announced new album ‘The Now Now,’ “Humility” finds the band returning to a more structured sound. Electric guitars and island-like percussion loops drives the song’s easy, laidback tempo. Such gives it a summer time, breezy feel, perfect for laying out on the beach soaking up some sun. (video)

5. Good Charlotte, “Actual Pain”: The official video for “Actual Pain” was released this week and it’s almost as heart-breaking as the song itself. Telling the story of a mother and her son, the video first shows us the kind of relationship the two have and enjoying each other’s company. By the middle, however, we see the mother in a deep depression, virtually immobile on the bed and her son trying to get her out of it. She snaps at him, which then tears the two of them apart. It paints a good picture of the effects of depression and mental illness and how it doesn’t affect just the one depressed, but the family as well. (video)

6. This Wild Life, “Catie Rae”: “Catie Rae” has a sweet, simple melody that is guaranteed to make you smile…or at least hum along. The acoustic guitar and ukulele combo drives home this feeling while the orchestral interlude near the end adds another layer to the first love / only love story it tells. (video)

7. The 1975, “Give Yourself A Try”: The 1975’s latest single “Give Yourself A Try” is very conversational in tone, finding frontman Matt Healy imparting his millennial wisdom on the younger generation, telling them to lighten up and take a chance on themselves. The lyrics are supported by fast guitars that keep the song’s early 2000’s alt-rock vibe moving along at a staggering pace. (video)

The weekend is a great time to catch up on some of the new songs and videos you may have missed during the week. Check out some of our favorites above and kick your weekend off right with some new music.

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