How the Light Gets In (Dean Winchester/Laurel Lance)
Okay, so here we are!
We have finally arrived at Edie's interlude. (Which is basically a full length chapter and stopped being an ''interlude'' a long time ago.) I know that writing an entire chapter from the POV of not only the villain but an original character in a fanfic is a bold and risky move that I feel kind of weird about, and it may not be what you would have preferred to see after such a long wait but I just felt like it was really important to get a more in depth look at what's going on in our wicked witch's head. Because there’s...a lot to unpack there.
Rest assured the next update, which will definitely not take as long to get up because a large portion is already written, will see us back with Dean and Laurel for...possibly the grossest chapter yet tbh.
Additional trigger warnings for this chapter: Aside from general unapologetic villain behavior, this chapter contains semi graphic descriptions of suicidal thoughts, past suicide attempts, pregnancy loss, severe mental health issues including depression, bipolar disorder, and psychosis. Brief mentions of addiction relapse. Pretty major Mommy Issues. Ricky Moretti and all the ableist and blatantly misogynistic comments he brings with him. Also, briefly mentioned/implied human trafficking, sexual assault, forced pregnancy, child abuse, child neglect, and cult behavior when it comes to Lady Shiva and Sin's backstories. .
Interlude Filth Teaches Filth
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That first day, in that shitty apartment in Starling City full of April sunlight, her mother tugged her into the bedroom, baby in her arms, away from the usual Drake family chaos.
''I know you're not crazy about this whole baby thing, ladybug,'' she said softly, gently nudging Edie over to the ugly brown chair by the window. ''I understand how you feel. I wasn't a fan of Dinah when she came along either. But I wanted you to meet your cousin. It's important, Edith.'' She was serious when she talked, but calm. There was no storm in her eyes. Just something determined. Something knowing. She knelt down, her movements careful but confident, and then, before Edie even knew what was happening, the baby was placed in her arms.
The baby didn't make a sound. She was wide awake, staring up at Edie with her big eyes, but she was calm. All Edie could think to say, with that little weight in her arms was, ''Oh.''
''This is Dinah Laurel,'' Mama said. ''She's the first girl in her family. She's just like you and me. Do you know what that means?''
Edie shook her head, but didn't dare to look away from the baby.
''You have to look out for her,'' said Mama. ''You two are going to need each other more than anyone else.''
''Why?''
''Because your blood is the same. It's just like mine.'' She ran a hand over the baby's soft fuzzy hair and then reached up, placing her soft hand against Edie's cheek. ''There is wickedness in this life, Edith. It's not easy to live in this world when you're like us. People won't always understand. You and your cousin have to take care of one another. Can you do that for me? Can you look after her?''