This is it. This is the finale for the Charity Stevens story. While Evan’s World Season 2 could happen at some point and Charity will probably appear in Madison’s World at some point. This covers her journey from into the world of littles. I’m going to take a bit of break to recharge the battery but we’ll be back with the next series Monday November 10th 2025. At the regular posting time of noon central time or 6:00pm utc. So tune in to find out what story is next the Smallara Universe.
Warmth pressed in from all sides.
The weight of the blanket above her.
The soft thrum of Evan’s heartbeat somewhere behind her back.
The subtle dampness of her fever-slick skin, like a light mist that clung to the air under the fleece.
And Evan’s arm, long and pale and gently freckled, curled like a wall behind her, holding her there.
Not pinned. Not crushed.
Tucked.
Held with just enough pressure to remind her she was wanted here.
Charity didn’t move. She didn’t dare.
Outside the blanket, the room was dim. She could feel the faint glow of afternoon behind the fabric, shadows shifting on the other side like clouds across a sky she no longer lived in.
She exhaled slowly. Felt Evan’s chest expand in reply.
It wasn’t fair, how natural it felt.
How she’d gone from resenting this grip to needing it. Not in some desperate, panicked way, but in that quiet, bone deep kind of way you start to need a rhythm. A routine. The hum of something bigger than you carrying you forward.
She didn’t want this.
But she had stopped fighting it.
Not because Evan had won, though maybe she had, but because somewhere along the way, Charity had started to realize she was better here.
Less cruel. Less sharp.
More aware. More tender.
Even if the leash never loosened. Even if she never got back her name, her power, her size… this Evan, this sick, sniffly girl who called for her in sleep, was someone she’d grown to care about. Really care.
Charity had wiped her sweat. Caught her tissues. Been curled into like a comfort animal.
And she hadn’t hated it.
She’d felt, needed.
Useful, even.
The kind of useful that didn’t come from being at the top of some social ladder. The kind of useful that came from being present in someone’s life. Tangibly. Fully.
She remembered her old self, demanding, immaculate, too refined to lower herself to fetch her own lip gloss.
That girl felt like another species now.
Beautiful, yes. Powerful, maybe. But hollow in ways she’d never noticed.
Now?
Now she was filled with things she didn’t understand yet.
Stillness.
Warmth.
A strange, stubborn love for a girl who kept calling her “Charizard” and falling asleep with her wrapped in the crook of her arm.
Evan sniffled behind her. Coughed weakly into her pillow.
And Charity, as small as she was, adjusted, carefully, turning just enough to press her palm against the fabric of Evan’s hoodie, steadying her.
“I’m here,” she whispered, though Evan couldn’t hear.
But maybe she felt it.
A moment passed. Then another. And then Evan shifted slightly in her sleep, letting out a groggy breath, and pressed her lips, just once, to the top of Charity’s head.
A kiss like instinct. Fevered and unconscious, but real.
Charity’s breath caught.
Something in her heart cracked open, just a sliver, and then filled with something warm and bright and awful.
She cared.
She really cared.
And it hurt in the best, most terrifying way.
She wasn’t free.
She wasn’t in control.
But in this moment, she wasn’t nothing either.
She was hers.
The room was still.
The storm of fever had passed, for now, and Evan lay curled beneath her fleece blanket, a pale tangle of limbs and tangled hair, breathing shallow but even.
Charity had stopped counting how many hours it had been.
She was nestled against Evan’s chest under the blanket, her tiny body half-pinned by the weight of her guardian’s arm. Not too tight. Just enough to keep her in place. To remind her she was wanted.
She couldn’t see the room anymore. Just fleece, and the rising wall of Evan’s ribs. Each breath was warm and damp, the sick-sweet scent of cough syrup and adolescent sweat forming a pocket of air around her like humid fog.
The sniffles came in waves.
A cough rattled above her, unrepentant, not loud enough to wake Evan but deep enough to shake the body holding her. The vibration passed through Charity’s spine like a tremor. And then Evan’s sleep-stiffened arm reflexively curled tighter, drawing her closer.
Even unconscious, Evan needed her.
Charity didn’t fight it.
She didn’t squirm or brace or beg for space.
She just… let herself be held.
Because somewhere along the line, she’d stopped flinching at the contact. Stopped thinking of it as restraint. She had grown used to the texture of Evan’s warmth, the scent of her skin, the muffled beat of her heart thrumming behind the cotton wall of her pajama shirt.
And maybe that was the part that scared her the most.
The door creaked.
Charity tensed instinctively, but softened again when she saw Jean.
Evan’s mother entered with practiced grace, a folded towel in one hand, and a bottle of lemon water in the other. She padded across the room and bent over the bed, brushing the hair gently from her daughter’s sweat-slicked forehead.
“She’s sleeping deep now,” Jean whispered.
Charity nodded from her cocoon of fleece.
“I figured you might want a break,” Jean said, easing Evan’s arm just enough to let Charity slip out from under the blanket. She scooped her gently into her palm, then set her down on the nightstand with a care that felt reverent.
“Come sit with me,” Jean said, taking a seat in the chair beside the bed.
Charity did, stepping carefully across the table surface as Jean reached into the drawer and pulled out a small dish of pellets. The warm, faintly nutty scent hit Charity before the dish even touched the table.
Not a punishment ration.
Not the plain ones.
These were flavored. Savory sweet. Ones Evan called reward grade.
Jean placed the dish in front of her.
“I said I’d get you something,” she murmured. “And I keep my promises.”
Charity blinked at it. Then slowly, cautiously, reached in and took one. She nibbled the corner, expecting bland utility, but instead it tasted… rich. Like something meant to be enjoyed.
Her mouth watered involuntarily.
“Evan might not say it out loud,” Jean continued, watching her, “but you’ve made this week easier for her. Calmer. And I’ve seen what it’s done to you, too.”
Charity looked up, unsure what that meant.
“I mean it as a compliment,” Jean added. “There’s… a quiet pride in what you’re becoming. And I don’t think that’s shameful.”
Charity swallowed. Her throat burned, not from the pellet.
From the words.
Because deep down, she knew they were true.
She’d changed. She could feel it in her body, in her reflexes, in the way she no longer hesitated to obey, to soothe, to care. The old Charity, Charity Stevens, the girl who owned rooms, who made stylists flinch and assistants sweat, would have laughed at the image of herself now. At the Little with hands too small to carry a tissue. At the girl praised for posture.
But this wasn’t a joke.
This was real.
And Jean saw it. Evan felt it. And Charity, God help her, was beginning to live it.
Not because she believed she belonged here.
But because, in Evan’s lap, in her bed, in her life… Charity had found a place to be useful.
A place to be good.
Even if it came at the cost of the life she used to have.
Even if it meant she was someone’s pet.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice nearly a whisper.
Jean smiled and brushed her knuckle gently against Charity’s arm. “Finish those,” she said. “Then go back and cuddle her. She sleeps better when you’re near.”
Charity nodded, cheeks flushed, and resumed eating.
The pellets weren’t a feast. They weren’t luxury. But they filled something that had felt hollow. A space carved by weeks of loss and obedience, now eased by the simple act of being noticed. Of being appreciated.
When she was finished, Jean helped her back onto the bed.
Evan stirred just enough to mumble “Charizard…” as she turned.
Charity climbed back under the blanket.
And when Evan’s arm found her again, warm and damp and resting over her like a weightless chain, Charity didn’t resist.
She nestled in.
Let her head rest on the cotton.
Closed her eyes.
And breathed.
She didn’t know what tomorrow or the future would bring.
But tonight
She was wanted.
And that was enough.
Awesome ending. Super early post it’s currently 11pm EST. But this is a solid ending. Can’t wait to see Charity in Madison’s world. She got a better outcome than I imagined and her self forgiveness with the letter was perfect. Really good stuff as always.
yeah since its the end and im taking a break after this i just posted it.
Of course! Have a good break! Rest well and stay hydrated!
thanks,
I really liked the journey Charity had. It worked for the story I wanted to tell. While I don’t think every character deserves redemption. I felt it worked well in this case.
Funny you say stay hydated I have been working on drinking more water and less Soda, energy drinks, coffee.
I have to drink over 64oz of water a day, its crazy put does good for your body so enjoy the H2O LOL.
64oz, I’ve been hitting for a while, as that’s only 4 bottles of water.
I do agree it does help. I just dont enjoy water so once I drink what i need i never feel a need to drink more as other drinks i find more satisfying or taste better. Even if drinking more water would be healhtier.
I’ve just recently pushed myself to 64 oz per day as well. I had recently had routine blood work done and the first thing my doctor told was to drink more water. I did and the follow up showed me back to normal.
Water really is the key to a better life. I just wish it tasted better.
What is coming next?
Wil have to wait till november 10th to find out.
A) thank you for the early post and enjoy your break.
B) Amazing how you detailed how she felt being small and feeling Evans heart beat and the subtle moves of Evans giant body that made Charity feel needed. Great detail of feeling what its like being on a giant Sick Evan with getting small stuff that’s big to a little spit on her and feeling how her breathing felt in different times during the sickness.
C) Charity’s redemption and being a loving protective little of her bonded giant guardian has so much more you can use their amazing tight bond in future because only Sara and Jordan have a bond as close as theirs but even theirs falls short. I think Evan will be like Sara and be protective of Charity and wont let any one mess with her. Even if giant Cindy try’s to mess with Charity I think Evan would bite her head off because of her bond and she knows her parents would back her up because they made charity part of the family not just a pet.
D) Charity realizing she is a better little then human was almost a bitter pill but she got through it and I believe is content for the first time with a family that shows her physical and mental affection and love she didn’t get from her family as a human.
E) Great writing making a hero we cant wait to hear more from. Your slowly making the smallara universe more exciting by creating short story by short story making people like in the marvel universe we want to see in story’s together lol
a) I will and thank you.
b) Thanks, Its a core concept i wanted to convey through this as its part of Charity’s redemption. So i wanted to make sure it was conveyed as far as where she is at as a person on that road to recovery or redemption.
c) Narratively with where they are at there is less you can do that is compelling from a story standpoint. As at this point most of the interest would be how charity fits into Madison’s World universe at large. Where the Evan and Charity story is more or less done. Which is kind of ht issue with happy endings as narratively to have a climax and strife and struggle you generally need something they are overcoming but that has mor less been removed.
Whch is why i wont say there wouldnt ever be a season 2. But i;d have to find a way to make a season two intresting to write or read.
D) Charity realizes she is more human as a little then she was a person. However, given the option to go back to her old life she certainly wouldnt hesitate though either.
E) Marvel MCU is a good paralell where you have the iron man movies that the tie into a larger narrative. That is kind of what is happening with Madison’s world where you have evan’s world and a person could do a brooklyns world and so on and so forht to give thsoe characters more depth.
0) oh boy, an early upload.
1) “Held with just enough pressure to remind her she was wanted here. Charity didn’t move. She didn’t dare.” So gentle, yet dominant.
2) “It wasn’t fair, how natural it felt.” Life’s not fair, you’re is just unfair the other way now.
3) “Charity had started to realize she was better here. Less cruel. Less sharp. More aware. More tender” That’s because she’s had to deal with the cruelty and sharpness of others, with no real way to defend herself
4) “this Evan, this sick, sniffly girl who called for her in sleep, was someone she’d grown to care about. Really care. Charity had wiped her sweat. Caught her tissues. Been curled into like a comfort animal.
And she hadn’t hated it. She’d felt, needed.” I’m detecting strong levels of Stockholm Syndrome.
5) “She remembered her old self, demanding, immaculate, too refined to lower herself to fetch her own lip gloss. That girl felt like another species now.” She literally is.
6) “Something in her heart cracked open, just a sliver, and then filled with something warm and bright and awful. She cared. She really cared.” Is her heart also going to grow three sizes?
7) “And then Evan’s sleep-stiffened arm reflexively curled tighter, drawing her closer.” I feel like sleeping with a Little is a good way to get them killed.
8) “I figured you might want a break,” Jean giving Charity a break is amazing.
9) “I said I’d get you something. And I keep my promises.” keeping promises is good
10) “There’s… a quiet pride in what you’re becoming. And I don’t think that’s shameful.” well, maybe not for you, you’re not enduring it.
11) “The old Charity, Charity Stevens, the girl who owned rooms, who made stylists flinch and assistants sweat, would have laughed at the image of herself now. At the Little with hands too small to carry a tissue. At the girl praised for posture.” Her self awareness is always good to see.
12) “A space carved by weeks of loss and obedience, now eased by the simple act of being noticed. Of being appreciated.” I’m sure the loss will return.
13) this is a perfect conclusion to this series/season
7) littles are hardy, they can be stepped on by a full grown young woman and survive so they will be fine with pressure put on them by giants.
Not true, in 149 Jordan is shown evidence of someone squishing a littke and bragging about it on social media.
I respect you a lot Lethal because of your OCD stuff like me lol, but I got my info from
A Good Day for Detention
0) wanted to get it out at the beginning of the aussie monday for a change. Just like old times.
1) basically, As Evan does love and care about charity. But is comforted by her proximity as well when she is sick.
2) pretty much. Charity’s penance.
3) although their cruel wasn’t nearly as bad as charity’s but its not a competition.
4) Its more that she is hating that she is falling into accepting being a little and settling into this being her life more then stockholm syndrome. As to her it means kind of accepting being a little and not being a person anymore.
5) fair, as canonically littles and people are different.
6) CHarity’s grinch moment.
7)Well it would depend on the person and how much thery move when tehy sleep. If you are one who tosses and turns its probably not wise. But sometimes also a suspension of disbelief is needed as really i just thought it would be cute to have sick evan cuddling charity like a stuffed animal.
8) shes racking up lethal points. Its a shame will never hold a candle to sara in your eyes /s
9) another lethal trait on why this story is so lethal coded.
10) Charity isnt having to endure that much hardship. but i do see your point. She would probably be worse off with alejandra.
11) She never forgets what she was or wher she came from even if she is different.
12) There is always a chance, that’s for sure. but its probably like most loss where it never really leaves it just gets easier to accept.
13) Thanks, it felt like a natural ending point. I didn’t wnat it to get to redundant and Charity has gone though quite the journey from surviving unaware, to life with alejandra to her end game life with evan.
The story of a girl who became big by becoming a little
Yeah that is a pretty good one line summation.
I stole this from the Brother Bear movie lol
lol, when it works it works
i haven’t seen that movie in years…guess i need to rewatch it lol
As I’ve said before. I’ve been enjoying the side stories of the Smallara universe much more than the mainline Smallara or Step Monster and this one is no exception. Charity’s journey from spoiled rich heiress to humble little was a funn ride and I hope we see more of her and Evan in Madison’s World/ Evan’s World.
Enjoy your break, Asuka, you’ve earned it.
Glad you like it. Step Monster is a complete story which isn’t really part of this universe but it was the basis in which some aspects were taken when i made it.
There are a number of stories and projects so people generally can find the ones they like. I know alot of people are eagerly waiting for Madison’s World season 3. While others want more dayton, or brothers, etc.
Evan and Charity will definitely appear in Madison’s World where appropriate.
You can count me anong those that want more Dayton since she is my favorite character.
I love Madisons story of making her mom into a loving little and not be hateful against littles.
I’m enjoying all of them, but I guess Madison’s World is my favorite due to Cindy’s realization of just how wrong she was and waiting to find out just how things will work out for her in the long run. I guess the stakes seem higher in this story line.
was it ever confirmed that Cindy genuinely thought that when someone goes through the process of becoming a little, that they lose things like their personality and intelligence and essentially, for lack of a better term, devolve?
she did I think until she became like she says a rodent lol. But of course she thinks she a better rodent then other littles lol. She needs to spend the day with the Cruz’s cleaning there toilets hoping they don’t got have to go while she is cleaning lol.
you can make webnovel and sell it in the Internet ?
I think a advertisement on the main page that goes on clicks wound be a good source of money for his craft. I know I click in all the time to see if some has commented or a new chapter is up.
ive been reluctant to delve into doing this for money as then it becomes a job and I already a have a job. I just do this for fun. I dont want to be in a situation where I feel like i need to do a episone or chapter, or story for money or because i owe subscribers content.
I could see doing a story or something as one off with the intent of it being something for sale but it would also take away from doing the other stories.
People reading and enjoying what i create is enough for me.
That’s too bad. Of all the stories this was the one that I was most interested in. I was looking forward to when Evan was over her flu and the two possibly bonding further.
There is always the opportunity for a season 2. It would just need a compeling plot or throughline
I am fascinated by the bonding process of little to human. I think the human having a need to have the little closer and being able to feel the littles emotions would be a interesting addition to the bond processes or something affecting the human also.