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coro-chan6 · 3 months

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Somehow Supernatural

Chapter 4: Something New in the New

Summary: Casey gets threatened with death, but gets to leave with Crowley, so it's fine.

Tags: teen!oc, gn!oc, superpowered!oc, Winchesters being assholes, Castiel being the voice of reason, Dean pissing himself, demon dogs, crying

Sam told me to sit down on the couch and not move. Of course, I didn’t move. He was shoving a fucking angel blade in my face. He looked so angry, and his anger didn’t simmer when he saw my scared shitless face. It didn’t even simmer when Dean and Castiel came into the room.

“They're a monster, Dean,” Sam told his brother right as he entered the room. Dean didn’t look angry. He just looked disappointed.

The older brother sighed, “Guess I really do have to kill them.”

“No!” Castiel and Crowley yelled out.

I would have protested too, but I was so fucking scared. It’s no fun being on the bad side of the Winchesters. For the first time since this whole thing started, I really just wanted to go home. The only thing that was scary back at home was grades. No one was trying to kill me there.

“What do you mean no?” Sam’s head snapped to Castiel, “This is what we agreed on.”

“You can’t kill them,” Castiel moved so his body was blocking mine, “I won’t let you.”

“Neither will I, by the way,” Crowley stepped up next to Cas, “They’re special. They're not just some low-level demon that I’ll allow you to kill off.”

“So, they’re a demon?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know,” Crowly responded honestly.

Well, that was really reassuring. The fucking King of Hell couldn’t figure out what I was, the Winchester brothers wanted to kill me, and I was freaking out. It was too fucking early for the shit.

“They are not a demon,” Castiel finally decided to say something, “They are not a monster. They are, however, something very powerful-”

“More of a reason to kill them!”

“Do not interrupt me, Dean,” Dean looked taken aback, but stayed quiet, “They may be powerful, but they don’t know how to use this power. They are as harmful as a paper cut. They are also a child. You will not kill someone that is innocent just because they have powers that they weren’t aware of.”

“You’re telling me they didn’t know!” It was Sam this time that yelled.

Castiel stayed calm, “No, they didn’t know. Look how scared they are.”

The angel moved over slightly so the brothers could get a good look at me. I don’t remember when it happened, but tears were now on my face. I was trying to make myself as small as possible as if that would keep me safe, and, again, I had no idea what was going on. They could probably see it in my eyes.

Castiel was now fully back in front of me and I was grateful. Not to sound like a broken record, but I was so fucking scared. I looked over to Crowley and saw he was already looking at me. If I wasn’t hallucinating, it looked like the demon felt bad.

“...so we’re not going to kill them,” Castiel was still talking, “We can take them somewhere else, but we’re not killing them.”

I heard huffs of agreement before Castiel moved from in front of me. I saw Sam and it looked like he felt pretty guilty for almost shanking me. He couldn’t meet my eyes. Dean just stared at me like he was expecting me to do something bad any second.

Crowley didn’t move from his spot in front of me. I didn’t mind, but I think others had something to say about it.

“Why are you still standing there?” Dean asked. His eyes were accusatory.

“The dog is in front of me,” Crowley stated casually.

“What dog? There’s no dog, Crowley.”

“Oh, squirrel,” the demon smirked, “It’s a demon dog,” Dean took a huge step back and almost tripped on his own feet, “You of all people should know that they’re invisible.”

“Why…” Dean's face looked as white as a sheet, “Why is there a demon dog in the bunker?”

“Casey asked.”

Dean’s eyes snapped to me. Really? Did Crowley really have to throw me under the bus like that? Right after they agreed not to kill me? Dean looked too scared to be mad, but he still tried.

“I was curious,” I mumbled.

“J-just get it out of here!” Dean squeaked.

I frowned. One of those big frowns that looks cartoonish.

“Crowley?” I started.

“Yes, child?”

“Could you please make Steven leave?”

“Steven?” Crowley lifted his eyebrow in amusement.

“Yes, Steven. Steven the demon dog. The right-hand man of the King of Hell himself,” I snorted and then started laughing hysterically. I started laughing so hard that more tears ran down my cheeks. Not because of fear this time, but because I named a fucking real-life demon dog Steven.

“Casey is in shock,” Castiel stated.

“Yeah…” Sam muttered guiltily.

Crowley took out his whistle after staring at me like I was crazy and blew. I felt fur brush across my ankles before the demon said that the demon dog was gone.

“Now,” Crowley said, “I think it would be best if I took them.”

Sam and Dean looked like they were about to protest, but Crowley gave them the ‘talk to the hand’.

“From what I saw, you can’t keep them safe. If anything, you two idiots would be the ones to kill them, and I will not let that happen. So,” Crowley wiped nonexistent lint from his suit jacket, “They should come with me.”

“Cas?” the old brother asked the angel.

“For now,” Castiel took a breath, “I agree with Crowley.”

“Great! Now go get your stuff, child.” Crowley waved his hand in the general direction of the bedrooms. The thing is, I’d never been to my room before. Remember? I slept on the fucking couch.

“I, um, don’t know where my room is,” I twiddled my thumbs.

“Right, these pigs made you sleep on the couch,” the King of Hell sneered.

“We didn’t-”

“I found them asleep on the couch. You made them sleep on the couch,” Crowley snapped.

“I will lead you to your room. You can get your clothes,” Castiel offered.

There was no chance in hell that I was gonna get more clothes like the ones I had on. I would rather sever my fingers with a plastic knife before wearing these rags. Seriously, who picked these abominations?

“If clothes are all I need to get from there… I think I’m good,” the angel tilted his head in confusion, “The clothes probably look like shit or they’re flannel. I’m not wearing either of those. I have pride.”

Sam and Dean looked offended, but I didn’t really care.

“Crowley can get me clothes that don’t make me wanna wash my eyes with bleach,” I turned to the demon in question, “Right?”

He sighed, “I can.”

“Great! Then, I’m ready to go!”

“Alright, child. Out the door then.”

“You drove?” I was surprised. I thought he was gonna teleport me out of here or I was gonna find out that he had wings. Plus, I had cars in my own world. Riding in one now is so fucking lame when there’s supernatural shit that can help you travel.

Crowley scoffed, “Of course not.”

Crowley and I were at the top of the stairs when I decided to acknowledge the men - and angel - I was leaving behind. I wasn’t very fond of Sam or Dean right now, but Castiel probably saved my ass today. He saw something in me that made him want to spare me. Something that he didn’t see in whoever occupied this body before.

I turned and smiled, “Thanks, Castiel. Hope to see you soon.”

The last thing I saw before the door closed was Dean and Sam looking like guilty little fuckers. They were enough dumb to think that after voting to kill me that they were gonna get a goodbye.

AN: We're getting to the good part.

#oc character #my ocs #nonbinary #sam winchester #supernatural #castiel #crowley #dean x castiel #teen!oc #gn!oc #superpowered oc #deanwinchtser #samwinchester #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfic #spnfandom #spn #supernatrual

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spnexploration · 1 year

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Brotherly Figures part 3

Summary: (Early seasons) Sam and Dean save a 15 year old, newly orphaned teenager from vampires. Much to their chagrin, she ends up tagging along on hunts, giving them both a fresh chance at acting like a brotherly figure.

Series masterlist

Part 2 <- -> Part 4

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: The boys set their ground rules for Ava joining them.

Episode warnings: None

A/N: Bit of canon divergence here. I wanted John to still be alive so I had to set it in season 1, but I also wanted the opportunity of hanging out with Ellen and Jo at some point.

I awoke in a strange bed, opening my eyes to the empty motel room. I panicked briefly that the Winchesters had abandoned me, before noticing their belongings were still strewn around the room. Then I realised I could hear the low timbre of their voices, but couldn't make out the words, in amongst the noises of the road and birds. They must be standing outside talking.

I got out of bed and padded to the motel room door. I opened it a crack and saw the boys standing right outside. They stopped speaking when they saw me.

“If you're going to talk about me, you may as well do it in front of me,” I grumped at them. Dean scowled at me but they both traipsed back in.

“Alright, we have some conditions,” Dean began, “if you're serious about wanting to become a hunter.”

“I am.”

“The first one is that you don't see one speck of action until I say you're ready. You are going to have to train for this, just like we did.” I nodded.

“My condition,” Sam said, “is that you finish high school. You can enrol in distance education and I'll tutor you, but you are not throwing your entire future away.”

“Are you serious?”

“Sam is always serious about school,” Dean interjected, a touch of laughter in his voice.

“What the hell use is high school?” I glared at Sam.

“Well, for one it'll get you into college-”

“How many hunters go to college?!” I interrupted him.

“I did,” he countered, still calm despite my agitation. “And I'm going back to law school at some point. Secondly, hunting isn’t all about swinging knives and shooting salt. A significant portion is understanding lore, doing research, knowing how to critically read what's written. All skills you develop in high school.”

“Did you finish high school?” I asked Dean.

“I didn't drop out at 15,” he countered, arms crossed. “Besides, you want to travel with us you have to convince both of us. This is Sammy's hill and he's choosing to die on it.”

“You’re serious,” I said as I glanced between them, “I have to do high school in order to travel around literally killing monsters with you two?”

“Yes,” Sam said simply.

“Fiiiine,” I sassed. Sam smiled.

“Speaking of travelling around,” Dean started, “Sometimes, we're going to have to leave you behind. Especially in the beginning, but I can't promise you you'll always be able to come in the future, either.”

“So I just have to chill in the motel room?”

“Sometimes, yes. But when I say leave you behind, I mean we're going to drop you with some of our friends.”

“Who are these ‘friends’?” I said, apprehensive.

“Hunters and hunter supporters. We used to get dropped at Bobby's when we were your age too, and Ellen has a daughter a couple of years younger than Sam. We're not going to abandon you, kid.”

“You’re not going to take me if I say no, are you?” I said, much quieter and more hesitant than I had been when challenging Sam about school.

“No.”

I bit my lip.

“You'll be safe with them,” Sam said gently, reaching out to my hand and giving it a squeeze, correctly guessing the reason for my hesitation. “Promise.”

I nodded.

“Ok,” Dean said, “Here's the plan. Sam and I are going to finish this case. You,” he looked me straight in the eyes and pointed his finger at me, “are not going to leave this room. Once we're done, we're going to Bobby's.” I nodded meekly.

“What's our cover story if anyone does see Ava?” Sam asked.

Dean looked me up and down. “How is anyone going to buy two twenty-something year old men with a 15yo girl in their room?” he muttered. “We’re going to be arrested for child trafficking...”

“I could be your sister,” I said hesitantly.

“That could work,” Sam said. “We’ll need to all be up to speed on some details about each other in case we get questioned.” Dean and I nodded.

“It’s probably a good cover story for wherever we go,” Dean said. “If we're in a town being the FBI or whatever, then you can just be my sister. People who know us know that our Mum died when Sammy was a baby, so you'll have to be our half-sister from our Dad. Explains why no one has seen you before, too. But for the love of God, don't tell him you're our sister when we find him next.”

“Ok,” I agreed. “So, what do I need to know?”

We ran through our birth dates, putting them into our phone calendars. Dean was 26, Sam 22 and I had recently turned 15. We came up with a cover story for how I'd gotten in touch with them and started travelling around, and that my mother was dead.

“Alright, we're gonna head out and finish this case,” Dean threw me the remote to the TV, “Don't break anything, don't leave, and don't talk to anyone. Capiche?”

“I get it Dean, you've said it 30 times already.”

“We’ll bring you back some food later,” Sam said.

They left. I channel surfed, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.

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Bobby didn't seem that put out when Sam and Dean rocked up with me in the backseat. “Who's the kid?” he asked as we got out of the car.

“Orphan,” Dean replied, at the same time as Sam said “Ava”.

“Need you to look out for her for us,” Dean continued, “get her started on her training.”

“You two idjits go on a recruiting drive?”

“It was not our idea,” Dean huffed.

“Let's get inside then,” Bobby said, turning to the house, “you can fill me in on the details later.”

Sam took me to a bedroom upstairs. I could hear Dean and Bobby talking about me in the kitchen, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Sam left me to put my things in the room and went to join the others.

The men were still talking when I came down the stairs, moving quietly so I could hear them.

“I'm jus’ worried you're going to do to her exactly what your Daddy did to you boys,” I heard Bobby say, “and she ain't going to thank you for it.”

“Believe me Bobby, I know,” Dean said.

“We’re going to do it differently, we're going to do it better,” Sam said. “Besides, it's us taking her in or her going out and getting herself killed trying to hunt things alone. You saw her face Dean, she's already in this life whether we help her or not.”

“So long as you're aware, is all I'm sayin’,” Bobby replied.

There was a small lull in the conversation so I made more noise on the stairs and walked in to the kitchen. Sam looked slightly guilty, perhaps thinking about the fact they'd just been talking about me, but the others had better poker faces.

“Welcome to the family, Ava,” Bobby said. “Guess you're going to be living wit’ me for a while.”

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Sam got my enrolment to a distance education provider set up, putting Bobby down as my guardian. He was nothing if not efficient, although I’d been hoping we could delay or even forget about enrolling in school. He found a bunch of grading tests and made me do them, so he could work out what level I was up to in each subject. Then he drew up a whole curriculum and timeline about what I needed to study between now and the end of the school year. He was worse than my teachers.

Dean was at least more fun. He took me out and set up tins on fence posts. He offered me a gun, “You ever shoot anything?” I shook my head.

Dean showed me the basics of the gun he had then got me to have a go. I finally got one of the tins on my 5th or 6th attempt, but I think it was a fluke. “Might be something you need to work on in between all that school work Sammy's devised,” he joked at me.

On my 4th day at Bobby's, Sam and Dean took me to one of Bobby's sheds. “You ever fight anyone?” Dean asked. I shook my head. “Guess Sammy gets to be your first then,” he smirked.

“What?” I asked, incredulous. “You want me to fight Sam? I've seen you two take down vampires with a flick of a wrist, not to mention he's twice my size! I can't fight Sam!”

“Relax kid, I'm not going to set him on you. We're just going to work on some introductory moves.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“But you are going to have to be able to fight him if you ever want to be let loose on monsters,” Dean said more seriously.

“Let's not freak her out just yet,” Sam interjected.

Dean ran us through a few key moves, getting me to block Sam’s attacks and try to escape him grabbing me. I felt clumsy and weak, and was panting and aching by the end of it. I was dispirited, clearly there was so much I just wasn’t cut out for in the life of a hunter.

“Hey,” Sam said to me, noticing my mood. “You're doing great. It's only early days. Dean and I have had a lifetime of this, you haven't even had a week.” I smiled weakly at him.

“It’s uh, it's also not too late to change your mind,” he said hesitantly. “We won't judge you if you want to pull out, we can take you back to your home town and your old school.”

“No!” I snapped.

“Ok, but just remember that the offer’s there.” We walked the rest of the way back to Bobby's kitchen in silence.

Back in the main house kitchen, Bobby approached me. “I found a local teen girls self-defence class,” he said. “Might be a good way to build up some skills, and make some friends your own age.”

“Oh, umm, ok,” I said, surprised he'd been looking. “Thanks.”

“You can't have an old geezer like me as the only person to talk to.”

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The next day the Winchesters left. And so my life shifted again.

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#supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #fanfic series #dean winchester fic #Sam Winchester fic #dean winchester #sam winchester #brothers #teen!OC #platonic supernatural #supernatural #sam winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #teen reader insert #teen reader #supernatural x sister!reader #spn x sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader

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soulreader05 · 5 days

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I made another for Nathan Bateman…I gave him a teen gremlin. Their name is Jaime Alvarez.👾

This kid is a freaking nerd/huge geek.

They’re Nathan’s intern assistant and the one human that he tolerates in this world

Jaime’s just here to get their paycheck in the end of the day and that their egotistic alcoholic boss that they see as their father figure doesn’t do anything stupid like building a killer ai.

They like to play video games during their free time, ramble about their special interests like Game Lore, Deep Sea Creatures, and Star Wars.

#platonic #oscar issac characters #platonic!nathan bateman x reader #oscar isaac #nathan bateman #teen!oc #ex machina #platonic!nathan bateman #father figure

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sporadically-writing · 2 years

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Charlie Knight

Basics

Full Name: Charlotte Knight

Nicknames: Charlie

Age: 17

Sexual Orientation: Still figuring that out

Appearance

Skin Tone: Fair

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

Hairstyle: Short, slightly wavy

Makeup: None

Build: Petite

Height: 5’3”

Style: T-shirts and flannel shirts

Personality

General Personality Traits: Curious, Imaginative, Creative

Strengths: Enthusiastic, Passionate, Empathetic

Flaws: Anxious, grudging, insecure

Habits and Mannerisms: Bounces on her feet; fidgets with things

Secrets: She is terrified of growing up, afraid she’s going to have to become an entirely different person when she goes to college; She also really dislikes the way her mother speaks to her but doesn’t know how to talk to her about it

Regrets: Not standing her ground against her mom a long time ago when she should have

Skills/Talents: Has a knack for singing, dancing and acting; writing

Likes: Dungeons and Dragons, Theater, The night sky

Dislikes: Being talked down to, Bullies, Coming of age films

Sense of Humor: Puns for sure

Guilty Pleasure: She’s written fanfic before, she will tell no one about this, however it did give her some good practice in writing her own stuff

Defining Moment: Deciding to leave her life behind (for now) and going with The Doctor

Relationships

Friends: The Doctor (Eleventh Regeneration), Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Clara Oswald

Family: Mackenzie Knight (Mother), Andy Knight (Father), Winston (Dog)

Enemies: Quite a few since traveling through all of time and space

Lovers: N/A

Relationship Status: Single, never had a partner before

Reputation: A sweet girl who is attempting to figure out this weird universe

Miscellaneous

Current Residence: The TARDIS

Collections: Playbills, Dice and DND books (along with character sheets and notes), Journals

Accent: American, Midwestern

Voice: Bright and wild

Signature Quote: “I’m sure I can figure this out! Right?”

Song: To The Sky - Owl City

Backstory

In the Midwestern United States, the TARDIS arrives at a high school. Somewhere inside there a sinister alien force is controlling the teachers and only one girl seems to notice. She and The Doctor, other companions in tow, find a way to stop the virus from spreading, even reversing it before the infected student body can spread it to the audience of the school play.

Charlie confides in Amy along the way that she is terrified of what comes after high school and The Doctor overhears. He offers to take her on a trip, just for a little while. He’s got a time machine after all, he can bring her back to five minutes from now, assuming he gets the time right.

Charlie wholeheartedly agrees, eager to leave her fears behind her for a while, and secretly her mom.

#charlie knight #doctor who oc #teen!oc #eleventh doctor era oc #11th doctor era oc #eleventh doctor era #11th doctor era #my oc stuff #bio sheet: @shenanigans-and-imagines #doctor who

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 months

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F!MC: *who's a teenage mom; sitting and waiting with her toddler*

Professor Trein: You must've been shocked to be in an unfamiliar place.

F!MC: Yes... But I would say that this situation is way better.

Professor Trein: How so?

F!MC: The father of my child passed away recently and we got kicked out of our house.

Professor Trein: Oh... That's-

Professor Trein: ...

Professor Trein: Well, the headmage and the others are still discussing on what to do about this situation.

F!MC: *is obviously worried*

Professor Trein: Anyway, has your child already eaten?

F!MC: Ah, yes! *chuckles* I always make sure he gets to eat three meals a day with enough nourishment.

Professor Trein: What's his name?

F!MC: Riddle.

Professor Trein: ...

Professor Trein: Did you know that we have a student here that has the same name as your son's?

F!MC: Oh? Did you hear that, Riddle?

Toddler Riddle: *nods* But Mama... You not hungry?

F!MC: Mama has already eaten.

Toddler Riddle: Really?? I did not see you eat.

Professor Trein: Oh. What a smart child. And if you haven't eaten yet, we should go to the cafeteria.

F!MC: N-No! I'm fine!

Professor Trein: I insist. *smiles kindly at her*

Lilia: Is that the lady with a child from the Orientation earlier?

Silver: Yes.

Sebek: Isn't she too young to be a mother?

F!MC: *curiously looking at the ghost who's serving food*

Toddler Riddle: *trying to high five with the other ghost*

Professor Crewel: Professor Trein, there you are.

Professor Trein: Have you reached a decision?

Professor Crewel: It depends. *turns his attention at MC*

Professor Crewel: Lady, how old are you?

F!MC: I'm... 17.

Professor Crewel: Excuse me?

F!MC: *gives him a troubled smile*

Professor Crewel: ...

Professor Crewel: I shouldn't have asked.

F!MC: It's alright. Haha...

Professor Trein: So....?

Professor Crewel: She will be staying here.

Toddler Riddle: Yay, Mama. We're going to have a house.

Professor Crewel: ...

Professor Crewel: Is he happy or sarcastic?

F!MC: This is his happy tone.

Professor Crewel: ...

Lilia: Awwwwwwwww! I want to adopt both of them!

Silver: Father, that would be rude.

Sebek: If Lilia-sama wants to, I can ask her!

#twisted wonderland #twst teen!mom mc #twst toddler riddle oc #twst trein #twst crewel #twst lilia #twst sebek #twst silver

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thescarletdevil-0 · 6 months

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Vivienne dressed up as Raven 💜

#Vivienne #TheScarletDevil #Vivienne-TheScarletDevil #my oc #goth gf #goth girl #Raven #Teen Titans

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split-spike · 30 days

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WERE GONNA CRAAASHHHH

#aqua teen hunger force #athf #athf fanart #athf oc #master shake #adult swim #fandom oc #frylock #meatwad

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noisyghost · 26 days

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rambling out loud about the one year timeline of how getting bit by a werewolf affected ark/his body <3

#OC #ark #posting bc u guys seem 2 like this guy #he was p skinny most of his teens/twenties bc he would just. skip meals #not even on purpose he just wouldnt pay attention #hes a lot healthier now :)#also i guess i should tag #gore //#idk if i really have the audience for it here anymore but god i wanna draw some fucked up werewolf infection/tf shit #this isnt nearly as gross as i wanna draw it but it's a little gross #i have thoughts on what the first month of werewolfery would look like and its. nasty. lol #body horror my beloved <3

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sun-snatcher · 2 months

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hello! i love ur work and i was wondering if u could do some live action zuko angst (that makes ur heart sink) and then it progresses to fluff (that makes ur heart swell) please? HAHA idk if it makes sense but i rlly love ur work!! hope ure doing well n no pressure!!!

🐉・ HEARTBURN

summ. Fresh from his banishment, Zuko faces the aftermath of his punishment in both his dreams and his waking hours. pairing. Zuko x f!reader (established relationship) w.count. 1k. a/n. A bit abstract on this one, but just typical dream logic. A glimpse at Zuko’s descent into madness, almost? Sorry anon if this is mostly angst than fluff! 🧎🏻‍♀️

Zuko’s dreams manifest at the scent of burnt flesh and the sound of his own screaming.

He feels the molten sting of a melting crown upon his skin and the fantastical beast that is his father; something monstrous— something scaled, fanged, clawed, and too large an appetite, with a touch and breath of fire that lights the skies in a blaze.

( He wakes up with his voice hoarse from screaming. The 41st Division will eventually learn early on not to mention it. They just leave a hot pot of tea ready for him come the mornings, by General Iroh's orders. )

Sometimes, it transgresses. Sometimes, it’s his mother who burns while he watches from the sidelines of the Agni Kai; Or Azula. Their shrieks mix with his when he wakes.

Sometimes, it’s Iroh who scalds him. Great Dragon of the West, jasmine-white with razor teeth and a flame that burns as hot as the sun; serpent eyes a shining gold and a sharper tongue that spoke of his disappointment for his nephew.

Sometimes, it begins with you.

Please, you beg, at the foot of a winged beast. It speaks in the voice of his father; damning, all-encompassing. It warns the Prince the price of compassion, of mercies, and of weaknesses. Eliminate her, or I will.

Rarely does Zuko ever move. He’d plead in your name, to spare your life. It never happens; he just wakes to the smell of smoke and the sound of your screaming.

( There are dreams he doesn’t speak at all to defend you. The shame devours him whole. )

“I’ve killed you over a hundred times, in my sleep.”

In the aftermath of another nightmare, you turn to face Zuko. You’re not quite sure what to say.

“Other nights, it’s the 41st, or Uncle,” he says, quietly. “Even mom, or Azula.”

You turn back to the small medical chest on the desk. The infirmary is quieter at times like these; the soldiers of the 41st know not to visit the usual haunts of their Prince. Tonight, Zuko will have to replace the bandages of his scar, and there are only two people on this ship he’d ever trust in his life to lay a hand on it.

You’re shifting towards where he’s sitting on one of the cots. “May I?”

( You ask. You always ask. Even when you’ve done this nearly fifty times, you ask. Zuko is glad; there’s a comfort in agency, especially when he’s gotten so used to losing it every time he sleeps. )

He nods, and you make quick work to unravel the bandages. When the layers come away, you observe the way his left eye shuts and opens as he blinks, remaining half-closed into a permanent expression of pain. He looks away, downcast.

The skin around is stretched taut, some areas rawer than others, marred with growing scar tissue that knots in twisting valleys. ( Zuko has only seen the scar once. He’s covered the mirrors in his room ever since; avoids glancing at his own passing reflections. )

The wound is still fresh; the memories fresher.

You don’t flinch at the sight or recoil like the other soldiers or dignitaries.

He finds… solace in that.

( Something roils in his mind. It uncurls and hisses and growls. )

“Tilt your head for me,” you say, ready to replace the cotton on his eye with a new one.

He stops your wrist just as you do.

Your heart jumps at the contact. His hands are warm.

“Why?” he blurts.

You blink in confusion.

“Why’d you come with me?”

The reply is instant, and unintentionally drowned in affection. “Where else would I have belonged?”

Zuko almost answers instinctively: With me. By my side. He shakes his head.

“You should have never come,” he says, instead. He’d grown fond of you over the years. Too fond; over some Firenation colonel’s daughter, a force to be reckoned with and yet a childhood friend who he’d played and studied and fought with countless times. Fond enough that he’d been foolish to let you step foot into the ship of the 41st Division the day he’d been banished; fond enough to be foolish enough to allow you to put yourself in harm’s way. “You could’ve had a better future back home.”

“But a miserable one,” you counter.

His nostrils flare as he sighs. You watch the way his brows weave to a frown, the way they always did whenever he’s tamping down his frustration. "Nothing is more miserable than being banished from home. Yet here you are walking away from it.”

“You and I both know the palace was never a home for me,” you say. “I’ve been by your side my entire life. I’m not about to break that streak over some punishment. You matter to me.”

Zuko’s heart stifles.

( Compassion, he hears the wings of the blood-red dragon in his dreams unfurl. Compassion is a sign of weakness. )

“It was a stupid move,” he blurts, letting go of you. He had wanted it to be emotionless, but it comes out as distinctively bitter: “Sooner or later you’ll come to regret your decision. Then, you’ll see I was right all along.”

“Maybe,” you say, just to appease him. “But I doubt it.”

( Lies, jeers the serpent. You have only yourself to rely on in this world, Zuko. )

For the sake of conversation, you don’t provoke him further. You continue, instead, with replacing the dressings around his eye. He’s angry enough as is with the world— with you. For being stubborn. And strong. And steadfast. And loyal. And—

Zuko glances at your face in focus, your hands so careful in binding the gauze it’s nearly featherlight. “Tell me if it hurts,” you say, with gentle authority.

The ire leaves his body. Zuko’s gaze softens at a realisation:

“Not once have you ever hurt me. Not even in my dreams.”

It’s a statement so frighteningly vulnerable that it has you stilling. Your breath staggers. Something swells in your chest. You let your hand rest on his cheek, thumb below his scar. The touch is reassuring. Zuko wants to lean into it.

“I don’t think I ever could,” you answer, honestly.

( She can, sings the beast. She will. And once she does, know that it will burn tenfold than what I've done. )

Zuko's hand settles on top of yours.

“You can hurt me,” he concedes, solemn, voice barely above a whisper. “You can if you must. I command it.”

( The dragon in his head hisses. For now, it retreats. )

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Somehow Supernatural

Tags: teen!oc, gn!oc, poc!oc, Dean being Dean, weird dreams, CROWLEY, demon dogs, Dean being scared of said demon dogs

Summary: Casey goes to bed, has weird dreams, and gets to meet the King of Hell.

Chapter Three: Yummy Food and Weird Shit

I will never deny that I was a foodie. I mean, if you saw me when I devour anything put in front of me, you wouldn’t even have to ask. I love everything about food. Sometimes I mix stuff together that other people think is weird like when I dip my waffles and pancakes in orange juice. I used to be the kid in elementary school who would mix everyone’s leftover lunches together and actually go through with eating it.

One thing I learned from all my years of eating is that post-panic attack meals are the best. After crying half my weight in water and depriving my brain of oxygen, food just hits different. Plus, Dean brought back chicken nuggets.

“Slow down, you’ll choke,” Dean said as he reached his hand to take my nuggies away. I obviously wasn’t gonna just let him do that so, I smacked the shit out of his hand. I didn’t think I put that much power into it but when I heard the smack echo, I knew.

“Mmfh,” I was trying to apologize before he kicked me out on my ass, but my mouth was full of about 4 chicken nuggets. Dean glared at me and went back to eating his double bacon cheeseburger.

Sam had come to sit down across from Dean and me after he had finished preparing his salad. Dean asked if his brother wanted anything from the restaurant, but Sam insisted on eating salad. I love salad as much as anyone, but when someone offers to buy you fast food, you fucking take it. Salad be damned.

Castiel was seated next to Sam opposite of me. He didn’t need to eat, so he was just reading the menu that had come with the fast food. Occasionally, he would look up from his reading to glance at me. It didn’t look threatening, but it did look like he had something to say.

“So,” I had finally swallowed down the colossal amount of chicken I stuffed down my face, “When are we going to go on a hunt?”

“We?” Dean quirked his eyebrow at me.

“Yes, we, Dean. I might as well since I’m here. What else am I supposed to do?”

Dean crumbled up the empty wrapper of his meal, “Nothing.”

“Sam?” I turned to the younger Winchester. He had been really nice to me. He wouldn’t agree with Dean.

“I agree with Dean.”

Well fuck.

So, basically, I was in this new universe and I couldn’t do jack shit but sit underground. That was so unfair! They should at least take me once, but from their faces, it didn’t look like they were gonna change their minds.

What did they even have to do in the bunker? I know they have alcohol. Too much alcohol, in fact, but even if I was of age, I’m not really interested. They also have a library full of hunter books. I know that sounds cool and I shouldn’t be complaining, but who would want to read books about these cool ass monsters if you could see them in person? Not me, that’s for sure.

“They should go on a hunt,” Castiel stated, not taking his eyes off his menu. How was that so interesting to him?

…wait.

“Did you just say I could go?!” I squealed.

“Did you just say they could go?!” The brothers yelled in unison.

“They can go with me,” Castiel said finally putting his menu down, “They won’t be harmed.”

I ran over to the other side of the table to tackle Castiel in a hug because I was so happy. Fried nerves be damned. He kind of froze for a second before awkwardly patting my back. Sam and Dean were still trying to get the angel to not bring me, but he didn’t budge.

“Who would watch them if we’re all gone? They’re a child, they need protection.”

Dean scoffed at that like it wasn’t kind of true before he stood from the table and stalked off. Presumably to his room. Sam shook his head in disbelief before he retired as well.

Soon, Castiel and I were the only ones left at the table. I was still eating my fries and Castiel was staring at me. It would have been creepy if it had been anyone besides him, but he had this innocence about him that didn’t make him all that scary. Even though he was the only one here with powers strong enough to do God-knows-what, he didn’t make me feel frightened at all.

“Casey,” I perked up, “you should get some sleep. It’s late.”

I wasn’t sure how late it was because we were underground and I never asked, but now that Castiel brought up the subject of sleep, it made me yawn. I didn’t even register I was tired. It felt like it’d been so long since I last slept. I wasn’t sure if that was because of my eventful day or because it really had been that long.

I got up from the table and waved Castiel goodnight. I was halfway down the hallway before I realized that I didn’t know where I was going to sleep. No one had given me a room or anything.

I wonder where my body was staying before I got here.

Not wanting to bother anyone, I slinked over to the couch I had sat on earlier and laid down. The couch had a blanket that was thick enough and a couple of pillows that weren’t too uncomfortable.

The thing that made me so uneasy was the fact that it was out in the open. The couch sat against one of the walls of the library. I never did well with new sleeping spaces, but when those sleeping spaces were so big and dark that you weren’t sure what was hiding in there… I did not like it. Plus, I couldn’t watch YouTube before bed.

I’m not sure how, but I eventually went to sleep. I ended up in another void. This time I couldn’t see all my thoughts as words. This time I could see my mom. She was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. There was nothing on the stove and there was nothing in front of her to put the vegetables in. The only thing on the entire counter was the chopping board and the single carrot she was chopping. I wanted to know what she was doing and I tried to ask, but my mouth wouldn’t move. She looked me right in my eyes before she disappeared.

Next, I saw my dad. He was in the garage sitting on his motorcycle. The engine wasn’t running and the garage wasn’t even open, but my dad had all his gear on like he was gonna take off at any second. He wasn’t wearing his helmet though. I was standing in the doorway that lead from the house to the garage. My dad was facing in the other direction. He looked frozen in time. I couldn’t even see his body shift from breathing. It was like he was paused. I tried to walk up to him to tap him on the shoulder, but - again - I couldn’t move. My dad finally turned his face to me. Blood dripped from his mouth. Then, he disappeared too.

I saw my older brother out on the front porch. He was sitting in the gray chair that was facing me yet, I couldn’t see his face. His neck… his neck somehow had his head on backward. His fingers still typed at the computer on his lap even though he couldn’t see it. I didn’t try to move this time, but my brother did. One of his hands lifted off of the keyboard to point at something behind me. Then, he disappeared.

My little brother was next. He was in the basement playing on his gaming setup. Well, at least he was sitting at his gaming setup. His arms were at his sides and he was staring at a blank screen. I was standing directly behind him. I wanted to run. I didn’t want to see this creepy shit anymore, but I was stuck in place. I had to watch my little brother melt into a pile of flesh in his chair.

I didn’t like this dream. No matter how hard I tried to wake up, I couldn’t. I was stuck. Stuck watching some creepy version of my family from afar. I wished that I could hear Dean’s voice again. I wished he would wake me up by shaking my arms like he did before, but his voice never came. No one ever came. This wasn’t me feeling like a failure that didn’t deserve to be saved. I wanted to be saved. I needed to be saved.

“Save me!” A voice echoed through my head that I’d never heard before. I never heard this voice before, but I felt linked to them somehow. I wanted to reach out and save them like I wanted someone to save me. For the first time since my dream started, my body moved. I reached my hand out for this voice. I swear I felt them reach back.

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“Fuck!” I woke up sitting straight up on the couch I fell asleep on. My hand was outstretched like I was reaching for… something? Someone. Who was I reaching for?

My blanket and pillows had fallen to the floor which wasn’t a surprise to me. Even when I wasn’t having creepy ass weird ass dreams, I was still a wild sleeper. What the fuck was that dream about anyway? I liked to believe that all dreams mean something, but I didn’t understand that one. Or maybe I was too scared to want to understand it. I’d come back to it later.

Right now, I was more concerned with the man sitting in the library. He looked concerningly like the King of Hell.

“Hello… new child,” Crowley said in his british accent. He was casually sipping on some of Sam and Dean’s alcohol stash. I felt underdressed even though I was wearing the same shit since I got here. It wasn’t half bad, but I kinda wanted to meet Crowley looking like myself. Or at least with my own dressing style and not this cringe shit. He was one of my favorite characters after all.

“How long have you been there?” I asked, slowly placing my feet flat on the floor.

“Not that long,” he shrugged.

I got up and walked toward him. I know he’s the King of Hell and all that jazz, but I really wanted to shake his hand. He didn’t look like he wanted to hurt me. He actually looked kind of curious.

I offered him my hand, “I’m Casey. Nice to meet the King of Hell face to face.”

Crowly smirked and shook my hand, “You know who I am and you think it’s nice to meet me. I’m surprised the Winchesters haven’t told you-”

“Get away from him!” Sam shouted as he practically slid into the room. It seemed like he rushed in here so fast he forgot to put a shirt on. He was only wearing his blue-patterned pajama pants. I looked at him with a ‘what the fuck’ face before turning back to Crowley. I know Sam was trying to look after me and shit, but he was not gonna make me walk away from the motherfucking King of Hell.

“I have so many questions if you don’t mind,” I told Crowley as I sat next to him. Sam let out a sound of protest, “What do the demon dogs look like? I know the whole thing is not seeing them, but I’ve always been curious. Also, what’s your favorite task to do as the King of Hell? Do you enjoy torture or do you only do it because you have to? Are other demons dumb cause how do they get killed by Sam and Dean so easily? Do you have wings-”

“You have to give me time to answer, you know,” I snapped my mouth closed, “For your first question… I could bring the demon dogs here if you’d like.”

“Yes!” I squealed.

“No!” yelled Sam.

Crowley brought out the summoning whistle from his jacket pocket. Sam looked like he was about to pass out, but he somehow managed to stay upright. I sorta forgot that Sam had trauma from the demon dogs. They killed his brother in what? Season 3?

I didn’t think Crowley was actually gonna go through with it, but he blew the whistle. I guess if the dogs don’t have orders to kill anyone, they won’t… hopefully.

“How can you tell when they’re here-”

I was cut off but something warm and wet wiping up my face. I let out a yelp of surprise before I realized it was most likely the dogs. I cautiously reached my arms out to feel for its body. My hands connected with soft fur. The dog or dogs - I felt multiple tongues licking at my face - were pretty big by the feel of it. Maybe the size of a pony? They were muscly as hell though.

“How many did you call?” I asked Crowley.

“Just one. They have multiple heads. You can ask Dean about that.”

Sam gave the demon a glare for his assholish comment before he spoke up, “Why the hell are you here, Crowley?”

“Well,” Crowley looked back at me. I bet it looked like I was petting air, “I came here to see them.”

Sam was confused. I was confused. Why the hell did the King of Hell have business with me? Even though I had no idea what Crowley wanted with me and whether or not I was in danger, I kept petting the demon dog. I didn’t know when I was gonna have the opportunity to do this again.

“You’re not taking them,” Sam said, pulling an angel knife from his ass.

“I’m not taking them. Calm down, moose,” Crowley finally stood up from his chair, “I just wish to talk with them.”

“I don’t see why not,” I pipped in.

“He’s the fricken King of Hell!” Sam yelled like ruling the underworld was a crime.

“And?” I replied.

“And you're not talking to him!”

“Well, last time I checked, you weren’t the fucking boss of me, dude.” I stood up from petting the demon dog and gave Sam a glare. I was getting fed up with Sam telling me what to do. First, he told me he didn’t want me going on hunts, and now this? I hadn’t even known him for a full 24 hours!

“You’re a child, Casey! No!”

“I’m not your fucking child, Sam, so buzz the fuck off!”

The demon dog started barking really loud after I said that. The air stilled. Crowley was smirking throughout Sam and I’s whole argument, but now his face was filled with genuine surprise. Sam looked scarily angry.

“You lied,” Sam stated. The angel knife that was once pointed at Crowley was now pointed at me, “You are some kind of monster.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I said, breathless. Fear shot up my spine.

“Your eyes… they turned red.”

AN: Crowley's one of my favorite characters and in later chapters sometimes he just comes back for not reason other than I like him. I know I do shit on Dean, but like, I still like him. He's just not my favorite out of the trio. And yes, superpowered OC. Gotta love it.

#spn fanfic #oc character #crowley #nonbinary #teen!oc #poc!oc #gn!oc #sam winchester #deanwinchtser #dean x castiel #castiel #demon dogs #weird dreams #superpowered oc #supernatural #spnfandom #spn fandom #supernatural fanfiction

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Brotherly Figures part 4

Series masterlist

Part 3 <- -> Part 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ava (teen!OC), Bobby Singer

Episode summary: Ava gets used to living with Bobby

Episode warnings: None

A/N: I promised an anon ask that I'd get the next part of Brotherly Figures out, so here it finally is!

GIF by frodo-sam

“Did you just get out of Bobby Singer’s car?” a girl asked me incredulously.

“Umm, yes,” I said cautiously.

“How does he even have a licence? Absolute drunkard,” another girl gossiped.

A third girl came over to me, “Just ignore them. They'd find something to complain about if it killed them.” I gratefully followed her into the gym where the self-defence class was about to be held. “I'm Olivia,” she said.

“Ava.”

“Nice to meet you. You new here?”

“Uh, yeah. My brothers are friends with Bobby, I'm staying with him for a bit.”

Before we could talk any further, the Sheriff, Jody Mills, called everyone in to a circle. Bobby had taken me the day before to meet her as she ran the class.

The rest of the class went ok, me avoiding the bitchy girls and hanging with Olivia. She told me their names were Faye and Suzie.

They threw some comments at me when Bobby came to pick me up. My face flushed with embarrassment.

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Bobby seemed to have taken Sam’s instructions about my schooling regrettably seriously. He gave me a bit of leeway, but he was pretty firm about having to finish my homework.

“Were you this much of a hard taskmaster with the boys?” I complained at him.

“God no. Their Dad couldn't care less what their grades were so long as they could shoot and fight. But Sam was diligent anyway, I wouldn'ta had to be remindin’ him.”

“And Dean?”

“Well, Dean just wanted to be a kid,” he said pensively. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that answer.

I hadn’t noticed when he'd written it up, but part of Sam's curriculum was learning how to kill various monsters too. Unlike my normal school work where Bobby just left me with my laptop, those lessons he taught. Often we were interrupted by his phones ringing, different hunters asking for advice or him having to pretend to be their boss in the FBI.

Sometimes he'd get me researching in his lore books alongside him. I flushed with pride when he praised me for finding the right answer or something that would help someone's case.

The best times were when he took me out to learn how to shoot the various guns. I wasn’t great, but I was getting a tiny bit better. Often he'd reminisce about the many things he'd shot, or the times he'd had with the Winchester boys.

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It was the same pattern of comments about Bobby from the bitchy girls at the next two self-defence classes too. I thought about asking Bobby to drop me off further away, but I figured they'd just say something else next time instead. I tried to not to let it get to me.

I was picking up my things at the end of my fourth class when I heard one of the other girls in the class, Belinda, turn around to her friends, “Check out the hotties in the carpark!”

I ignored her, finishing packing my things. I walked out to the carpark chatting to Olivia, looking for Bobby's car. Finally, I noticed what all of the other girls were drooling over.

I ran to Sam, having spotted him and Dean leaning against the Impala. He gathered me in a hug. Then I turned to Dean and he hugged me too. “Heya, kiddo,” he said affectionately.

Bitchy Faye was looking dumbfounded while Suzie glared daggers at me. That was almost as good as the Winchesters being back.

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“Alright, you ready to show us what you've learnt?” Dean asked with a grin.

“I was born ready,” I said cockily.

He chuckled, “Easy, tiger. Alright, guns first?”

I agreed and followed him outside, Bobby and Sam trailing behind us. Sam set up some cans on the fence for me to fire at.

“Let's see what you've got,” Dean said.

My first shot missed, probably as bad as I'd been in the beginning. I was irritated at myself, I was meant to be showing them I was being better!

“Just relax,” Dean said quietly. “Centre yourself first.”

I took his advice, appreciating that he hadn't chosen to tease me. I took a deep breath and had another go. I missed again, but it was close, skittering right past the can.

The men didn't say anything, giving me time to centre myself again. Focus.

I HIT IT!!

Dean whistled and Sam exclaimed, “Good job, Ava!” I couldn’t hide the massive grin on my face.

Dean got me to try out a few other gun types, to varying degrees of success, but he seemed pretty happy with my progress. I flushed with happiness.

We packed up the guns and cans and started walking to the shed. Sam walked next to me. “Bobby sent me your assessments and the marks from your distance ed teacher,” he said.

I groaned.

He laughed. “No, you're doing a good job, Ava. We might need to talk through some of your chemistry a bit more while I'm here, but your essay on equity for Pacific Island Nations under climate change was great.”

“You seriously find time to read my essays while you're killing monsters?”

“Dean likes to drive. I spend a lot of time in the passenger seat.”

We'd made it to the shed, Dean holding the door open. “How do you stop a ghost?” he asked me.

“Salt or iron will stop them temporarily but you need to salt and burn their bones or whatever object they're tied to.”

“Good, let's see how you're going taking down Sammy.”

Sam and I sparred off. I showed the moves I’d learnt from Sheriff Jody’s classes and what Dean had taught me last time. I still couldn't overpower Sam, but I was a lot better at getting out and buying myself valuable seconds.

Dean offered me his hand to stand up, after Sam had flattened me to the ground. “You've done good work, kiddo,” he said. “Wanna come on a ghost case with us?”

I squealed, “Really?!” I jumped to him, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

He laughed and returned the hug. “You are going to have to do what you're told,” he warned.

“I know, I know.” I released Dean and went over to hug Sam. “When do we leave?” I asked excitedly.

“Tomorrow morning,” Dean replied. “I've never seen someone so excited about a salt and burn.”

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𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓼𝔂 & 𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮 Headcanons

Club!Daisy 🌼 & Blue 🔑

After Blue unofficially adopted Daisy, he began to spoil this girl rotten and treated her like a goddamn princess…however she prefers to be a jester…actually no, she likes to be his jester princess.

Before she could fully trust Blue, Daisy refused to be physically intimate with anyone due to being afraid of getting hurt by someone she trusted.

Let’s just say that, growing up in a circus wasn’t exactly an ideal childhood memory.

Daisy used to draw on the walls of the club hallways but since everything’s so expensive, Blue gave her own personal space in his office for her to do her artworks until he’d find a room for her…(He never did.)

Whenever a worker enters Blue’s office, all they see is just Daisy…everywhere. In his ashtray, on his walls, photos of her on his desk, toys and paintings on the ceiling.

He threatens them not to say anything about the state of his office.

Daisy has a tendency to get into fights with the other girls which irritates Madam Gorski because she knows damn well that Blue is always gonna side with Daisy because in his eyes, she’s just being a silly kid.

Blue always makes sure that none of the high rollers or any clients lays their hands on Daisy.

The clients think that he’s just being protective over his precious girl but they don’t know any better. (He’s really just protecting them from getting brutally murdered by Daisy.)

However though…if anybody talked bad regarding Daisy right in front of Blue, this man would be a minute away from going real housewives on them.

Blue always makes sure that Daisy’s arm and legs metal prosthetics are in perfect shape for her dance up on stage.

Daisy likes to call him, Boss man or Jonesy whenever they’re around clients (She likes to poke fun at him) but in private, she likes to call him papa…when’s she having a bad episode she calls him dada.

Blue just calls her Daisy around the clients but in private, he calls her all sort of sweet nicknames like his little jester, cutie pie, doll face, sweetheart, baby girl, giggles.

Daisy always gets Blue to braid her hair whenever it grows too long. He’d sulk and try to convince her to let the other girls in the club do it for her but Daisy insisted that she only wants him…and now whenever he braids her hair, It’s like mediation for him.

If she ever gets a nightmare, Blue talks to her gently and calms her down soothingly. He’s pretty good at providing her comfort as he’ll pepper her forehead and cheeks with soft kisses and murmur her words of reassurance that he’ll never leave or betray her.

Daisy doesn’t go to sleep unless Blue’s is singing to her.

It’s really just them against the world.

I know all of this is probably out of order but i wrote this in the morning and i finished it while at work, y’all better enjoy.

Tags : @hoedamn-eron @ominoose @reallyrallyauthor @gingersforeverbox

#blue jones #sucker punch #oscar issac characters #platonic #teen!oc #father figure #fluff #dad!blue jones #blue jones fluff

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