#everyone say thank you claire for helping me choose a final

[cellphonehippie]

i don’t like that falling feels like flying ‘til the bone crush (but i don’t like a goldrush)

[mjpark15]

True Love | Leon Kennedy X reader

Summary: Who will Leon Kennedy choose, a woman that only used him to get what she wanted or a woman who actually loved him since day one?

Characters: Y/N L/N, Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield

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Y/N’S POV 

We had just come back from China. Everyone just wanted to go back to normal, but that was going to be harder than what we had thought. Captain Chris Redfield lost his second in command, Piers Nivans. Since then, he still hasn’t spoken a word to anyone. I’ve been with Chris since the STARS unit in Raccoon City. Ever since then I’ve been by his side, for everything that he has gone through. I saw Piers join and I was there when Chris made him his second in command, he asked me first, but I refused because I didn’t think I was ready I was glad that he gave it to Piers, he really deserved it. 

“Hey captain, I will do anything I can to keep you safe and no matter what, I will do anything that I can to help you with whatever you want.” I say to him, to try to at least reassure him. 

“I appreciate that Y/N” he replies. 

His reply made me smile, “Finally, he said something.” 

“A Leon Kenndy is on the line,” our pilot announces. 

“I’ll talk to him, Captain.” I say to Chris, he just nods.

“Hey Leon, it's been a long time, what can I do for you?” I ask 

“Yes, yes it has, nice to hear from you Y/N, is Chris there?” he asks

“Uh he’s not feeling well at the moment, did you want to tell him something?” I question

“Is he okay? Did something happen to him?” he asks, panicking

“Oh, he’s fine, I really don't think I’m the one that should be telling you, but he lost someone in the underwater facility.” I tell him

“Oh uh, well I just wanted to tell him thank you for helping Jake and Sherry from the underwater facility, but since you said that then maybe don’t tell him.” 

“I’m sure he’ll be okay in due time, but don’t worry I’ll tell him when he’s ready, or I’m pretty sure he knows already if he’s listening.” I say chuckling while looking at Chris, knowing that he has been listening the whole time. 

“Oh well if that’s the case then, Hey Chris, thank you for helping Jake and Sherry and I am sorry for your loss.” Leon tells Chris. I turn to see him, and I finally see a faint smile on my captain. 

“Thank you, Leon.” 

“For what? I didn’t do anything.” he asks confused

“You did, you just don’t know what, either way thank you. We’re about to land so we have to let you go. I’ll see you soon, Leon.” I say

“See you soon, Y/N” he replies, hanging up. 

“We’ll be okay Chris, I loved him like a brother, I miss him too, but I know we’ll be okay.” I say to him

He just nods his head with a small smile and gets ready to move off the plane. I as well start grabbing my stuff and start to leave. I can’t help but think about Leon. I’ve known him ever since the Raccoon incident. I was with him when he came stumbling into the STARS office in RPD. 

He was really injured when he came in. The licker that was just outside the door had scratched him badly, and he was bleeding so much. I helped stitch him up. He looked so innocent back then, he’s changed so much.

I’ll admit, going through the horrors of Raccoon City together made me develop feelings for him, but I know he didn’t feel the same because of one woman that he met after me, Ada Wong. 

A mercenary acting like a federal agent to get her hands on the G-virus. Manipulating Leon just for a virus she could sell, and yet, he still fell for her. It hurt me, seeing them kiss before we had to leave for Umbrella's facility. When we found Claire and Sherry, I saw how sad he was that he had lost Ada, since then I kept my feelings for him on the down low, focusing on my training and on my missions. 

I hadn’t realized that I spaced out while sitting at the edge of the plane when a voice spoke out to me. 

“Thinking about him, huh?” Chris says

“What are you talking about?” I reply 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Y/N” he says, “I know it’s hard to love someone knowing they love someone else; I know it is Y/N”

“He was my first love, Chris. I loved him more than she ever did, but he still goes pinning after her like some lost puppy. It really hurts. But it’s fine, I shouldn't be worrying about this, there are more things to worry about than my love life right now.” I say to him with a small smile

“Come on Y/N, it's fine to talk about these things.”

“Can we just drop it, nothing will come out of it. This won’t change his feelings towards me. He will always love her, no matter what I do”

“Alright, get up soldier, we have stuff to do.” he says in a somewhat demanding voice.

I get up with ease and solute him.

“Yes sir.” I replied.

Time skip to where Vendetta takes place

“What the hell were you thinking going to a place like that without me, Chris! You could have died if that chopper didn’t show up to save you! God you could be damn stubborn sometimes!” I yelled at him when I arrived at his hospital room.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t want to worry you.” he replied softly.

“You didn’t want to worry me! Have you learned nothing from working with me! I worry no matter what. God I was so scared that I was going to lose you like I lost Piers, Chris.” I say lowering my voice.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t know” 

“Just promise me you won’t do it again. I will not allow you to go on these missions alone, I want to be there to protect you.” I say to him

“I promise, Y/N”

“So, what’s the plan then, Redfield”

“We have to go get Rebecca, she knows about this virus, and I have a feeling that we aren’t the only ones with this intel”

“Okay, so let's get going.”

At Rebecca’s school

“Fuck, we gotta hurry, we weren’t the first ones here” Chris says.

We made our way to try to find Rebecca as fast as we could, we ended up finding her right before a zombie could get a bite out of her. We took her to a nearby hotel so she could calm down and get her back into an okay state of mind. Chris went to go talk to her, but soon came back to tell us that we were going to get a “real expert” on the situation. While he said this, he looked at me with a saddened expression. “Who are we going to go get?” I asked myself. We ended up in a bar located in a small rural town. “Why are we here?” I asked myself once more. 

Rebecca, Chris and I entered the small bar, and once I saw who was sitting at the table in front of us, I froze. I looked at Chris and he gave me the same expression as before. “Fuck, that’s why he looked at me that way.” I’ve been avoiding Leon for the longest time; I don’t know how he’ll react to seeing me after the last time we spoke. 

“Careful you don’t scare the locals, your stealth’s for shit” Leon says 

“It’s a little early to be that deep in the bottle, Leon” Chris replies.

“Well look who it is, the BSAA’s golden boy, Dr. high hopes and the girl that has been ignoring me, the hell do you want.” 

It hurt me when he said that, but it’s the truth. Chris then starts explaining what the job we have is about, but it starts turning into a heated argument between Chris and Leon. 

“Stop! Leon, with everything that’s going on, you sit here and feel sorry for yourself. And you? You’re letting a grudge get the better of you.” Rebecca tells both of the men. 

She then proceeds to explain more about the virus. She then pulls out a syringe and takes out some of her blood.

“If I die, get this to a lab you trust. I can’t imagine what you two have been through, but I know that neither one of you are the type of person who would sit here and argue while the world dies. That’s not who you are. Or is it?” Rebecca says. 

She then walks off to the bathroom. “I’m going to go check on her, I won’t be long.” I announce.

“That wasn’t very nice of me” Rebecca tells herself.

“They deserved it though. I would have said harsh things” I reply, chuckling a bit

“Yeah, I know they did, but-” she was caught off by something.

“Rebecca?” I question, but before I could go back to Chris I was knocked out.

THIRD PERSON POV

Meanwhile with Chris and Leon

"Did you hear what he said? It’s our lucky day” Chris says

“Lucky?” Leon questions 

“He’s gonna lead us to our guy” Chris replies.

They were interrupted by Arias’ men shooting the bar they were in, killing the man. Chris then looked out and saw someone taking Rebecca. 

“Rebecca!” Chris yells.

He then proceeds to help her, but he was too slow, and they ended up taking Rebecca. Chris tells his team to get ready to go get her back.

 “Where’s Y/N?” Leon questions

“She was with Rebecca. Fuck! I told myself I wouldn’t leave her alone!” Chris yells while running towards the bathroom.

He saw her laying on the floor unconscious. Leon then comes rushing in to help her. 

“God damn it!” Leon exclaims 

“Please be okay, please be okay” Leon repeats himself. 

“I’ll get her, go get the plane.” He tells Chris

LEON’S POV

I picked up Y/N in my arms and started to slowly carry her back to the plane.

“God, why weren’t you more careful.” I say to myself

Seeing her, in my arms, unconscious made me remember about our first-time meeting back in Raccoon city. 

She looked so different from what she looked like back then. “Why did she stop talking to me? As far as I know I didn’t do anything to her.” I question myself

Last thing I remember is talking to her after the China incident. After that I tried talking to her, but she never answered me.

I felt her starting to wake up, so I stopped and waited.

“You okay?” I asked her

She stared at me for a while and I’m pretty sure she realized that I was carrying her, so she started to freak out. 

I decided to put her down so she can calm down a bit.

“Uh thanks. What happened?” she asked 

“While you were in the bathroom with Rebecca some of Arias’ men came and shot up the building and I’m pretty sure that they were the ones that knocked you out because they took Rebecca with them.” I explained

She stared at me for a moment, probably taking things in until she started to panic.

“Where's Chris?!” she exclaimed 

“Hey, it’s okay, he’s okay, he just went to get the plane, I stayed back so I could carry you back, but you woke before we could make it halfway there.” I say with a little chuckle. 

“Thanks, um we should head back to Chris and the team” 

“Did I do something? You’ve been ignoring me for a while now” I asked 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Leon”

“Cut the crap Y/N! you’ve been ignoring me since the last time we talked.” I say, kind of getting annoyed

“I’ve been busy, Leon. We’ve had mission after mission, and I haven’t had time to talk.” She says calmly 

“Don’t give me that shit Y/N, I’ve talked to Claire, and she told me that Chris and his team had some time off after the China incident, so don’t lie to me.” I stated to her

“I just couldn’t- I couldn’t see you, Leon” 

“Why? What did I do? Please just tell me so I can fix it” I plead with her 

“You didn’t do anything, Leon” she replies

“Then why Y/N, why have you been ignoring m-” she cut me off

“Because I’m in love with you Leon! I’ve been in love with you since Raccoon city, but no, you just had to fall in love with a woman that used you just to get her hand on the virus. You were blind to see how in love I was with you because of her, and I’ve heard from both Claire and Chris that you’ve seen her on some of your missions and you still protect her. You even saw her in China and you’re still in love with her, so I’m sorry, Leon if I chose to ignore you to protect my heart from someone that won’t consider my feelings!” she yells, out of breath.

I just looked at her, words just wouldn’t come out.

“I’m sorry, Leon but I just couldn’t do it anymore. Just pretend none of this happened, okay.” she told me while walking away. 

I wanted to go after her, but I wouldn’t know what to tell her. “Fuck! Just go after her Leon, don’t let her walk away” I told myself, but I made no move to catch up to her.

Y/N POV

I was walking back to the plane, I was holding in my tears, but I knew that once Chris saw me, I wouldn’t be able to hold them in anymore. And I was right, because when I saw him, he called out to me and right then and there was when the tears came rushing out. Next thing I know I was in his arms.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” he asks softly

I just nodded at him, and he just continued to hug me. 

“Did Leon ask you anything? Did he yell at you?” he asked

“No, he just asked why I was ignoring him, and I let my emotions drive me and I ended up telling him my feelings.” I explained to Chris

“I ended up just walking away from him and not letting him get any words in. I think he’ll be here in a bit. I’ll be okay, Chris, I promise.” I continued

 “If you want, we could take you back to HQ, so you could calm down-” I cut him off

“No, Chris, I’m fine really. I want to get Rebecca back; it was my fault that she was caught. I wasn’t paying attention and she ended up getting taken” I explained 

“Y/N it wasn’t your fault-” I cut him off once again 

“Come on, Chris, don’t tell me that, just please don’t take me back to HQ, I want to help.” I ask him

He seems hesitant at first, but he nods in agreement.

“Okay, Y/N but we have to hurry up, I don’t know how long she has.” 

I walked up to the plane and started to get my gear. Chris hopped on a couple of minutes later, but now he was with Leon. 

I looked over to where he was and I saw that he was already looking at me, so I quickly looked away and started to get my guns ready.

Time skip to where they were going to New York

Y/N POV

Chris was debriefing us on what we were going to do to get Rebecca back. I couldn’t help but feel his eyes on me while we were listening to Chris. 

“Gifts from the BSAA” Claudia shouts over the plane noises

“Dibs on the bike” Leon states 

“So, Y/N you’re with me then” Chris tells me 

At the sound of my name, I realized that it was time to put my feelings aside and focus on the mission at hand. 

“Yes sir” I say, saluting him.

“Y/N-” I hear Leon say my name, but I cut him off before he can say anything else

“I have to get to work, Leon” I tell him 

After that I got in the car with Chris, and we started to head towards Rebecca.

Short time skip to where they are fighting the zombies

“Fuck!” I yell to Chris

“I’m out of ammo!” I say trying to defend myself 

Just then we saw Leon on his bike sliding in to help us.

“Sorry I’m late, I had to take the stairs.” he announces 

“Chris! Rebecca is running out of time; we need to go” I tell Chris 

“Don’t worry, I got this.” Leon tells us

Chris and I tried to find Rebecca and when we did, we realized that Arias injected a new strain of the virus, but before we could look for it this big B.O.W came up to us and attacked us. He pushed both Chris and I, but Chris dropped some type of grenade to kill it. 

We took Rebecca to the upper level to try to find the vaccine, but Arias was there waiting for us.

While Chris was fighting Arias, I stayed with Rebecca to make sure she was okay. 

“Don’t worry Becca, we’ll find that vaccine soon.” I reassure her

Chris came back to us after he had defeated Arias, and he proceeded to carry Rebecca. 

That was until we heard loud footsteps coming towards us.

“REDFIELD!” Arias says in a distorted voice.

“Chris, go find the vaccine, I’ll hold him off.” I tell him

“No, I’m not going to leave you here alone. I’m not going to lose you like I lost Piers, Y/N!” he yells at me 

“I promise I’ll be fine. Please go find the vaccine, Rebecca doesn’t have much time, go Chris, I’ll be fine, I won’t leave you alone, just please hurry.” I yell back 

He nods in agreement and runs to find the vaccine.

I was fighting for as long as I could so Chris could find the vaccine, but Arias had been so much stronger than I had imagined. “Fuck, one more hit and I’m dead.” I tell myself. But I was ready to sacrifice myself if it meant that the world would be saved.

Arias had grabbed me, and I was ready to die. His claws were already piercing my skin and with one more hit, I’d be gone. 

Just then, I heard the elevator door ding and I saw Leon getting ready to shoot Arias, but he put me in front of him, which then caused Leon to stumble on his bike which then crashed into Arias making him drop me with a lot of force. That’s the last thing I remember. 

I knew I was unconscious because every memory I have ever made, came rushing towards me, like I was dying.

CHRIS’ POV

I came stumbling in Arias’ office to try to find this damn vaccine. “I have to hurry, for Rebecca's sake and Y/N’s” I tell myself.

I came to a room that was sealed shut, but I tried my hardest to open it. Once I did, I finally saw what I’ve been looking for.

“Found you” I say 

I then rushed back to Rebecca and Y/N

Once I reached them, I saw Leon driving his bike to a hanging Arias.

I rushed over and shot him with a grenade launcher.

“Bye-bye asshole” I say, finally killing Arias for good. 

I rushed back to Rebecca, but I saw Y/N lying unconscious on the floor. 

“Fuck! Leon come check if Y/N’s okay” I yell to him

At the sound of her name, he came running towards her, he looked panicked, but he checked if she was alright while I gave Rebecca the vaccine.

“Come on, Leon, tell me if she’s alive!” I tell him, a bit frustrated.

“Yeah, she’s alive, she’s just unconscious, but she’s losing a lot of blood.” I hear him say 

Once Rebecca was fully healed, I rushed to Y/N to help her. I picked her up, since Leon couldn’t because he hurt his shoulder, and I placed her on the plane with the rest of the team. After putting her on it I carried the cases of the vaccine to help the city.

When I was finished, I rushed to Y/N, who was still unconscious.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t you die on me too!” I yell to her

Thankfully Rebecca was feeling better, and she started to help Y/N with her open wounds.

“She’ll be okay, Chris. She’ll wake up soon. The bleeding stopped, so now it’s up to her to wake up.” Rebecca tells me

“Damn it! I shouldn’t have left her alone!” I yell

I leaned closer to Y/N 

“Come on, Y/N, I don’t want to lose you too.” I whisper to her, tears almost falling.

LEON’S POV

“If only I would have gotten there sooner, maybe she wouldn’t be as hurt. I’m sorry, I should have been faster” I tell Chris, while moving toward him.

“It’s not your fault, Leon, it’s mine. I should have never left her alone” he replies, in a monotone voice. 

“Don’t blame yourself. I’m sure she’ll wake up as soon as we land.” I reassure him.

“You know, she’s always loved you. She never stopped loving you, not even when you chose Ada over her. The day we came back from China, I saw her sitting alone, thinking. I asked her if she was thinking about you and she told me to drop the subject, because no matter what I told her, it wouldn’t change the way you saw her. After that, each time I brought you up, she would always say that she was over you, but I knew that that wasn’t the truth. She will always love you, Leon” he tells me in a soft whisper 

“Why are you telling me this ?” I questioned 

“I don’t know to be honest. She might feel the need to not wake up anymore, so I wanted you to know just in case she doesn’t.” He tells me, with his voice breaking a bit.

“Don’t say that she’ll wake up, she has to” I say, my voice breaking a bit as well

“No, no she doesn’t. I want her to, but she doesn’t have to wake up. She’s fought a long battle. I want her to wake up, but it’s going to be okay if she doesn’t” he whispers 

“You hear that Y/N, you don’t have to wake up if you don’t want to, I want you to, but I know you’re tired-” I cut him off

“No, she has to wake up” I tell him

“She has to wake up because I love her!” I shout 

“Ever since Raccoon. Ever since she helped me with my wounds, ever since the day I fucking met her I have been in love with her, not Ada. Ada was just a distraction for me, no matter how you put it. I have never loved Ada. When she kissed me, I wanted to pull away because Y/N was right there, but Ada wouldn’t let me go. I was trying to tell her how I felt while we were at Umbrella, but we were too busy trying to find a way out. After Raccoon was gone, I had been assigned to the DSO and Y/N went to find you. The incident in China was the first time I had heard from her in a long time and since then I have not stopped loving her, so she has to wake up so I could tell her how much she means to me.” I rant to Chris, tears falling from my eyes.

“I didn’t know almost dying was the key to having you confess” I hear Y/N’s faint voice say

Chris and I rushed towards her and hugged her.

“Thank god you woke up, Y/N” Chris and I said at the same time, making all of us laugh a bit.

“I love you, Leon. Always have and always will.” she tells me

“I love you to Y/N” I reply

[renee-writer]

Teachers Chapter 18

AO3

“What else was I to do? She is barely fifteen and can’t handle this alone.” She paces in front on him, her hands emphasize every word.

 

He listened to her story, without comment. Now he listens as she tries to talk herself into believing she did the right thing. He believes she has.

 

“I can join you if you want.  I have Derrick in my class. He isn’t a bad lad, just a teen.”

 

“Would you! Thank you Jamie. That would help a lot.”

 

“Of course.” Doesn’t she know that he would do anything for her? Besides that he wants to help in this situation. They both need it.

 

The meeting is set for the next day, after school.  Kelli Anne arrives first. She smiles, head down, at Mr. Fraser.

 

“I hope you don’t mind. He knows Derrick and is on your side.”

 

“No, Mr. Fraser is cool.”

 

Derrick comes in. He smiles at Mr. Fraser, before frowning at Kelli Anne.

 

“Hey, no matter what she says, that kid ain’t mine.” His hands go up.

 

“Isn’t. Not ain’t. Have a seat Derrick. We aren’t here to judge but to help.” Jamie says. He does, sitting way away from Kelli Anne.

 

“I did have sex with her but…”

 

Unfortunately, her parents enter at the same time.

 

“What?” her father thunders.

 

“Mr. and Mrs. Evans, please come in. I am Miss Beauchamp, your daughter ‘s history teacher.”

 

“Nice to meet you. I assume we aren’t here to discuss grades.” Her mom replies.

 

“No, my colleague, Mr. Fraser.”

 

“Hello, I have Derrick here in my math class.”

 

“Derrick who appears to have slept with my daughter.” His hands are fisted by his side. His wife places her hand on his shoulder. He stares daggers at the boy. Derrick loses his swagger.

 

He sits, pale, trembling hands in front of him. Mr. Fraser’s bulk shields him some from the mass of Mr. Evans.

 

“Please, have a seat you guys. We are waiting on Derrick ‘s parents.”

 

“What did?” Mr. Evans rant is cut short by the other couples arrival.

 

“Mr. and Mrs. Stewart, I am Mr. Fraser. I have Derrick for math class. This is Miss Beauchamp. She teaches history. The Evans and their daughter, Kelli Anne.”

 

The mom nods to everyone. The dad frowns. “What has he done?”

 

“Dad, she is going to try and pin it on me but I swear…”

 

“It was only you. You have to be the father.”

 

Her statement drops like a bomb. It silences the room.

 

“Your pregnant?” her mom whispers.

 

“I’m sorry mom, dad. I didn’t mean…”

 

“Derrick, did you get this girl in trouble?” His dad turns to him. His voice is calm but his hands shake.

 

“I slept with her, once. Just once. She can’t pin it on me.”

 

“Once is all I have ever.” Kelli Anne replies.

 

Mrs. Evan grabs her husband’s arm. Jamie steps in front of Derrick. Mr. Stewart shakes his head while his wife ‘s hands go to her hips.

 

“You will make this right. Do you hear me son! You will pay for the procedure and take her to it.”

 

“Wait! I don’t want to…”

 

“Are you suggesting that she kill her child, our grandchild?” Mrs. Evans calls out

 

“It is the only logical thing to do.”

 

“The logical thing would be…”

 

“I am all for it..”

 

“Does anyone care what I want?”

 

“Now, there is always adoption.”

 

“Hey! Hey!” Claire’s  cry finally penetrates the talking they were doing over each other. “Thank you. Now let’s  hear from Kelli Anne.”

 

“Thank you Miss Beauchamp. I don’t want an abortion. Adoption maybe.”

 

“Good. Your dad and I will support whatever you wish to do.” Her mom hugs her while glaring at Derrick.

 

His parents come over to him. His dad longs to slap the back of his head but won’t in front of all these white people.

 

“We apologize for our son. He was raised better. Whatever you choose, Derrick will take up his responsibility in the matter.”

 

“If the kid is mine.”

 

“Shut up you fool. You slept with her. She doesn’t look the type to sleep around. You got her in trouble and you will stand up and be a man. You hear me!”

 

“Yes ma’am.” He raises and tries to look Mr. Evans in the eye. “I will do the right thing by your daughter, sir.”

 

It could have gone worse.

[karmic-vibes]

Two of Us

7 - We’re Going Home

cw: teenage pregnancy

Summer 1982

A few months had passed since Claire broke the news to her family. Eddie had been avoiding her like the plague, while their Uncle Wayne did everything in his power to help her out. He went out of his way to sit her down, run through all the options along with every pro and con they could possibly think of. Regardless of what she ended up choosing, Wayne said he would stand by her, holding her hand every step of the way. After seeing that she had someone in her corner, and after a lot of careful consideration, she decided to keep the baby.

When Claire told Eddie her final decision, he refused to acknowledge her existence. When the pair walked to school, he would always either leave early or take a different route. At Hellfire meetings, Eddie pretended as if she was just a figment of everyone else’s imagination. During family diners, he would always eat outside, rain or shine. Wayne pleaded with his nephew, begging him to get over himself and make amends with his sister, but Eddie wasn’t having any of it. It wasn’t until Wayne threatened to throw away his guitar away that Eddie decided to pull his head out of his ass and play nice with his sister.

One day after school, Claire was finishing up a load of laundry. She was in her room, folding and organizing both her clothes and some things she had picked out for the baby. Eddie reluctantly stood in the doorway and gently knocked his knuckles against the door. Claire briefly glanced over to him before continuing with her chores.

“Claire?” Eddie whispered.

“Oh, so you’re talking to me now?” she scoffed.

“Clairey, can we just talk?”

“Fine, then talk.” She didn’t look over to him—instead, she continued folding and putting away her clothes.

“I wanted to apologize.”

“For?” Claire looked over to him—she bit her cheeks, crossed her arms, raised her brow, and impatiently tapped her foot.

“You know for what.”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick since you got pregnant. You were looking for support and I didn’t give it to you. I just… I thought you were gonna be different from mom and dad.”

“This doesn’t sound like an apology.”

“I’m getting there,” he sighed, “here…” He stuck out his arm, presenting two gifts wrapped in old newspaper. Claire hesitantly set down a half-folded shirt and took the gifts from his hand. “Open the bigger one first,” Eddie added.

Claire unwrapped the larger of the two to find an XXL Hellfire shirt. She jutted out her lower lip and began to tear up.

“Ed… what’s this?” she sniffed, holding back tears.

“Well, I know your old Hellfire shirt doesn’t fit you anymore, and I also know you’re doing everything you can to hide your belly from everyone, so I made you one that’ll fit you and hide your bump. You like it?”

“Eddie, I love it.” Claire went in to give her brother a hug, but he quickly stopped her.

“Open the other one.”

“Oh, right.”

She sniffed again and tore open the other gift. Beneath the dingy newspaper was a tiny Hellfire onesie. Claire’s lips quivered as tears rolled down her cheeks. She immediately pulled Eddie in for a hug crying into the crook of his neck.

“For our new party member…”

“Thank you,” she whispered, “I love it.”

“Really?” Claire backed out of the hug and nodded as she wiped her tears away.

“She’s gonna look so cute in it.”

“She?”

“What? So, I think it’s a girl, sue me.”

[douxie-casperan]

Rise of the Titans and the assassination Hisirdoux Casperan’s character development

I’ve been ranting so much since Wednesday morning that I finally condensed by thoughts of WHY this one subject keeps setting me off namely the utterly diabolical way they handled Douxie and Archie’s relationship in Rise of the Titans and how it wasn’t just enough to hit him with the nerf bat.

Please note I’m at the point where I literally cannot tell the difference between Aaron headcanons, Teny headcanons and my own they are all mixed together in the blender that does funky things. I also apologise for typo/weird wording it’s half 1 in the morning and I’d rather sleep than edit.

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If asked to sum up Hisirdoux Casperan there are certainly several things that come to mind:

Sees the value in people as a whole and will find do anything if there is a chance of help someone out

Prefers tactics that disable/banish rather than kill an enemy yet willing and able to pull the trigger if circumstances become forced

While not academically inclined he is very capable of thinking on his feet and outside the box calling back to his time on the streets where a split-second decision making is the difference between being caught and not

Terrible at planning he’ll be in there figuring it out as he goes along which is what makes the previous point so vital to literally how he goes through life

A natural charmer that would let him talk his way out of trouble 9/10 providing a perfect cover for his distrustful nature and reluctance to be touched by random people

Very down to earth, humble and never one to brag unless outright sassing someone

Will bang out some hot tunes at the drop of a hat, his love of music has never wavered once since he caught the bug despite instrument hopping ironically becoming a jack of all trades much like his magic style

The earliest memories he can recall are him as a young boy lost in the woods where he was for an unknown amount of time before his soon to be familiar finds him amongst the roots covered in dirt and drying tears, there is nothing before that. Unbeknownst to him is the colour of his magic matches the blue of a lost mother’s eyes and the song that haunts his nightmares as much as fire could well be hers though there is no way to be sure. From that moment on Archibald, shortened to Archie, would become his entire world and their friendship only becoming closer during the years they prowled Camelot together trying to keep themselves in one piece until the fateful day Douxie tricks the wrong person leading him straight into the path of the famous wizard Merlin Ambrosius.

It's no real secret that Merlin is a very closed off person who keeps his emotions as well guarded as his secrets, prefers the style of negative reinforcement over positive encouragement and is a very strict perfectionist in his. At this point in his life he can be very easily described as a disaster that is genuinely doing his best with every little mistake held of his head and his future self when brought back to that time period is belittled by Lancelot (Errand boy) and Arthur (Boy) too meaning it’s hardly a wonder his confidence was very fragile revelling in the times where he could do things without being told off for it. With Morgana largely ignoring him too (Though personally I like to think as he got older she’d occasionally take an interest until the blistering arguments with their master started to talk over daily life) a certain disguised dragon would have remained a lifeline and give that physical affection he craved much like being told he’d done well never seemed able to earn.

With Killahead he’d lose that home and family he made leaving just the two of them behind struggling to figure out their place in the world that had abandoned them.

There wouldn’t have been the words for it back then but the way he had been treated prior was outright abusive instilling very bad habits into Douxie yet by irony he was always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt and help those in trouble without thinking earning a reputation as the Shepard of Fire. He refused to become like him seeking to be better, perhaps not as a wizard (Even though he was learning new charms and spells along the way) but certainly as a person. Despite everything he suffers through or witnesses in the intervening years, the loss of friends and kindling of far newer ones he never loses his good heart 

That said is it any wonder that after rightfully sassing Merlin for resurfacing, ignoring his existence despite being in the same town and only visiting him to run a finding errand that all the confidence he’d managed to build completely from scratch after Camelot wavered causing him to fall back solely into trying impressing his old Master who was acting like his humble apprentice must have coasted the past few centuries who himself fell back into old habits of belittling? It’s only when Merlin started to truly listen and acknowledge that this was not the same Moppet he once knew after Excalibur was fixed that their relationship finally started to become more like equals. After the defeat of Janus the changeling that broke into the castle he touched Douxie’s shoulder with a genuine smile and for a second he simply didn’t know what to do because the old man never did this before his brain kicked into gear and realised he’d finally earned that one thing he’d been so desperate for his entire life: That in Merlin’s eyes he could be more than a failure who only caused problems for the closest thing to a father figure he’d ever had, never solved them.

A staff will be earned, history would be set back on trap by banishing Morgana tag teaming with Archie because they know one another inside and out, as promised he’d get the kids back to the present but soon after things would go badly wrong. They’d lose Jim and because of his very nature he’d make a gamble to try and get him back because that life is worth trying for just for in a moment of surprising selflessness Merlin would be sacrificed to save him. The only constant in his life apart from Archie would apologise, openly express pride and how the greatest thing he’d ever done was saving this orphan, call him son for the first and final time before turning into ash in his arms. There would be no time to grieve for things will barrel into the crescendo of Douxie sacrificing his own life to buy everyone time to escape because if they did that everything he’d ever done would be worth it with one last whispered goodbye.

(Zoe sees him fall, so does Archie – His heart would break if he was conscious just like theirs does when his body crumples into the ground)

On the very fringes of the Light Realm he is gifted one more conversation with Merlin in a truly heart-breaking sequence (THANKS TENY) where they can just talk without any fear of consequence or politics and just be completely honest. Douxie is allowed to stand equal to Merlin, to have the hug he’d needed since he was a child and be allowed to simply let go of every pretense and cry his heart out because this can never happen again. He’s allowed to say goodbye to both his master and Morgana who had both shaped so very much of his life but like the painting he’d always remained firmly in the long shadows of until that moment.

When Hisirdoux Casperan finally leaves Wizards if we just accidently deliberately put the shawarma back in along with checking in with Zoe before departure, it is with having learned to live during his wandering years but this is the point of true freedom because he can finally escape into his own light with Archie by his side to keep Nari out of the hands of those that would see the world harmed. It won’t be easy but it feels possible somehow even with the knowledge everything is simply running on borrowed time.

Then Rise of the Titans happens.

At first everything is genuinely fine! No more running, they engineer a solution shut the Order’s magic down to make them a lot less dangerous and potentially at least incapacitate them until they can come up with a longer-term solution but all the best laid plans and all that. Douxie’s quick thinking stops the train from crushing any of the people below and it’s a very him style move to switch places with Nari to stall for time because for some reason the plot disabled Claire from portaling her or any of the threatened people/heroes to safety. He openly sasses the Order despite knowing the consequences will be bad for him because once again he’s managed to trick them, buy time that at the other end isn’t even slightly utilised until he’s forced back into his own body in excruciating pain. Archie immediately mobs him with comfort just as he has done every single time the wizard is distressed or collapsed with exhaustion without thinking because that is what their bond is like, incredibly close and far more than the Soul Bond mark that connects them together. They’re very alike in that regard, you have to earn the right to touch while equally knowing exactly what form the other needs the most in that precise moment in a way very few others could.

Bar the moment of figuring out that an illusion is in place to hide where the Order is opening the Genesis Seals and the brief insistence on reconnecting with Nari somehow Douxie manages to forget everything that makes him who he is after this point choosing to stand in the background being very no thoughts head empty or can only use the most basic spells of his youthful days not the seasoned master wizard he should be. Nomura is treated like an innocent slip rather than an outright death he did absolutely nothing to prevent (Not to mention the stupid daytime thing) nor seems to care particularly about afterwards yet with Nari’s he’s allowed to openly grieve in a gorgeously animated visual showing how he’d failed to keep her safe despite everything. He did nothing to help here either mind despite allowing himself to be tortured in the same piece of media to keep her safe, just watched another loss happen right in front of his eyes in his conga long line of them.

Then there’s Archie, oh god then there was Archie.

The dragon who even here he’d been shown to have an incredibly close bond with him decides you know what sod that tell him goodbye I’m going to make a joke about having a kingdom now dad and me are trapped in here forever. Douxie on his part looked sad for all of three seconds saying that he hoped he’s happy like it's a pet that wandered out into the world one day and never came back instead of a lifelong companion that has been there for as long as he can remember. He was now completely alone in the world since Zoe was also written out entirely and because every bit of his background had been forgotten about it somehow meant nothing. This wasn’t “I know you miss him, I know you need to grieve but you are running out of time” moment like things had been with Charlie, this was “cool shapeshifting dragon cat is now stuck in a plot hole that’s a shame” with zero pay off or any of the genuine reaction that should have been there or hell even trying to Ohana him back that very second because it never should have happened in the first place. Then even this wasn’t enough somehow, they managed to de-power Douxie even further into uselessness bar the (Admittedly nifty!) sticky feet stunt, the one who fought Skrael and Bellroc to a stalemate was shunted aside with barely a thought and his head would somehow get even emptier.

The one person who knew the danger of time magic the most stood by and said nothing.

The one person who would suffer the most by a reset because the lynchpin to his issues would be asleep if you got it wrong and should have drilled it into Jim’s head the best time to aim for stood by and said nothing.

The one person who had just suffered the loss of his familiar, best friend and only family along with the almost sister like Nari stood by and said nothing.

Then to add further insult to injury the caption when Douxie and Archie is shown says Some go their entire lives living an existence of quiet desperation because every drop of his character growth, his ability to finally start addressing his trauma instilled back in the 12th century, the staff he longed for was instead openly mocked by going “Aww he got his cat friend back how nice!” Everything he’d rightfully earned and had now would be unable to progress until certain criteria are met because it hinges entirely on the Trollhunter going to Merlin’s tomb and there’s only so much your support network of two (One if she’s written out) can do, the root of the majority of his issues all stem from one man.

And this folks is why I’ve been going on multiple rants about Douxie in particular, everyone was hit with the out of character bat to some degree in this film but when they came for him they didn’t just stop after they took his legs out because they wanted him to suffer from something he’s never had any control over to begin with all over again. Abuse survivors deserve better, these characters deserve better and we as viewers deserve far far better writing than we were forced to endure.

[chronic-claire-universe]

Hi Claire, thank you for interacting with me on tumblr! (I'm newly active as a writer so I don't have many mutuals so far^^)

Could I request a match-up (sfw and nsfw is fine for me)?

I'm 8w9 INTP sp/sx Leo , my height is 153cm and I have a petite body ( but big 🍈🍈 >> putting this if you want to write nsfw )  i'm more to the cute-hot vibes than beautiful-modest lady vibes. My hair is wavy and have ash brown color with purple highlight.

My social skills? Fine I think. I weirdly get along with a lot of people (everyone kinda knows me) but I never talk to them first. Even though I have a lot of friends, I only have one close friend ( tragic right:") )

My personality is rude—blunt in the rude way(?), I do whatever I want to because I seek freedom of expression, LOVE debating about certain issues, and surprisingly I'm quite a wise person. But, I have no jam. Right, I couldn't make any jokes since I usually use the wrong tone in my voice :( I prefer to keep my joke inside my imagination or write it down somewhere. I always try to dominate my man, but I want my man to dominate me too ( do you get what I mean here? 😭 ) I love to be alone too. I HATE loud voices, reptiles, and crowds. I'm not the type of person who easily shows my love to anyone. I think because I have a really high pride *sigh

I'm working as a graphic designer. Which somehow makes me currently don't have any interest. But I love listening to music (pop-rock and r&b) 

I'd like BSD and Tokyo revengers match up, please🥺  if you don't mind??

Thank you, Claire! I wish your both of your pillow side cold tonight 💕 (I'm sorry if this is too long to read*cry)

My dust bunny, I'm finally here for you! I looked forward to write for you since I received your request cause you're definitely super cool! So forgive me being late and welcome to my parlour loyal customers' circle, love you!!!

Warnings: Smut, Public Sex, Oral (giving, receiving), Femdom

Bungou Stray Dogs: Chuuya Nakahara

I promise that I didn't choose Chuuya for your height, but he loves that your lower than him, he feels like he can protect you, even if you don't need it.

Talking about physical attraction, I somehow image you with fashion and cool outfits and always with make up on, Chuuya goes nut when he sees you like this.

You're his stress reliever, it's difficult for him to get angry with you cause he loves you a lot and just a hug or laying in your boobs while caressing his hair, calms him down.

Dates with Chuuya consist in shopping and dinner outside, the few times, he's free. Despite this he prefers indoor dates where you talk about all and nothing.

He's touch starved, so expect him to cling to you as soon as he changes into home clothes.

Being clingy with him means that you finish in a make out session, wheter it being in the kitchen, on the couch or bed isn't important.

Chuuya is obsessed with oral, he likes to lick you and overstimulate but also receive: "Babe I need you" deep down you know he doesn't need, he wants you, especially your pretty mouth around his cock.

I consider him a service dom with some kinks: face fucking is a must, he can't help himself he loves seeing your teears while the tip hits your throat.

Sex with him with him is definitely needy and aggressive, you're his stress reliever, and pouding hard all the right points to make you scream definitely relax him, especially when he cum all over you.

Outside the bed is a total gentleman with you, he loves surprising you with flowers and a card where he says "Can't wait to see you tonight".

When he does things like that you definitely sends him a photo of your boobs and sexting becomes normal, "mmm I can wait to see those tits fuck my cock" he says while in his office smirking.

Sometimes if he can't resist the urge, he comes to your work with lunch, but this ends up always with him fucking you in the toilet.

In conclusion beside being so damn sexy together, you're also really romantic sensual, and we love this!!!

Tokyo Revengers: Manjiro Sano

Mmm well and here I come back with short guys with your same zodiac sign! But it's not this the reason why I match you with Mikey, I like you with bossy guys with cool vibes.

Your relationship with Mikey it's a quite a rollercoaster, he's the one that always calls you for doing crazy thing and you enjoy it.

Speaking seriously you're definitely the fresh air breeze in his life that helps him forget all of the anxieties or dark impulvisity.

The dark urges shows up a lot during sex.

Mikey is definitely a switch in my opinion, he loves when you dom him, from jerking him off and stop when he's going to cum to edging him and riding him during lazy mornings. He loves everything you do to tease him when he's in a good mood.

It happens a lot that when you decide to punish him and edge him, he cums without touching his cock, he just needs your voice and commands to bust the nut and cum all over the bed and stomach.

When the dark impulsivity shows up he's definitely the kind to just look at you dead in the eyes and order "Get naked", obliging to him you do it and when he gestures you to put yourself on his lap, he starts finger fucking you aggresively and makes you scream you in tears and pleasure.

When he's going to fuck you, he just puts you in missionary and he starts to move without giving you a warn, nore giving you the time to accomodate his size.

Hard thrusts and black eyes stare at you like you're his prey, if he says to you watch him and you don't do it cause you're dumb as fucked, expect him to turn aggressively your head and block you while he continues to fuck you and he cums groaning in pleasure.

Mikey is someone so difficult to handle to his sudden change, sometimes it seems to take care of a kid, but you love him and watching him smile definitely rewards you for everything.

I finished baby!!! Hope you love this 😊😊😊

[fucktheroyals]

You know after reading and reading and reading peoples theories and the meta from before the spn finale aired and the meta writers reactions to the finale I think I have a theory of my own. We don't have any answers tho, so this is pure speculation. If you wanna add something to support or discredit any of this that's cool but there's too many things floating around. Know I dont have proof for this conclusion at all. A lot of what I say is just guesses based on previous facts.

This all came together in my head when I realized how much this finale REEKS of the original producers and who the show was originally for. It REEKS of Robert Singer. Like if the execs started saying they didn't want it, Robert Singer was the one pushing that the story was about the brothers. That kinda thing.

Then, I was thinking of the problems in this episode and it struck me these are all of Supernatural biggest issues and to be honest all of it feels completely deliberate.

Take the sexism for example, Supernatural in it's later seasons largely out grew this, we have Jody, Rowena, Donna, Charlie, Mary, Claire (and even a wayward sisters pilot with MORE women/girls) all making regular appearances. They're mainly good characters and mostly aren't there to hurt our boys. Rowena, of course, is the one outlier being very about herself but it's clear she still cares for them, I mean its part of her development. But they're all real, with character flaws just like everyone else. (And we have Death too and she was POC 😭 THANK GOD)

Now look at the earlier half of Spn, we have Ellen and Jo, who's appearances were far in between. There's Bela in season 3, recurring for quite a bit (5 eps), but she is a character that is only there for herself, definitely not found family (unlike Ellen & Jo), and she's got more episodes in season 3 than Ellen and Jo in season 2 who aren't seen again til season 5. The "fans" send in hate mail after hate mail to try to get these characters off, and eventually they are. Then there's Ruby who's character stayed for a whole two seasons and was a largely recurring character. Why does she get to say so long? She's a plot device. She's supposed to be there to betray Sam. She has to stay (plus Jared obviously likes her). But she's not just a character the writers like writing about. Same with Lilith. Obviously not as recurring but still a plot device. Did they get hate mail tho? You can bet on it. Why? because tHeY'rE gOnNa PuSh ThE bOyS (Dean and Sam) aPaRt ThE sHoW iS aBoUt ThE bOyS oNlY. Without even thinking about the hate mail, just notice how large the difference is from how women are seen in the earlier seasons to the later seasons. Misha got tons of hate mail too for being a character that could split up the boys (probably only being allowed to say because he a man, thanks sexist producers and execs).

Only after Castiel was killed off and then Castiel fans successfully (thank you guys) got him back on the show did the hate mail largely simmer, which means female character's were allowed to stay! Which has lead us to a show with a good amount of female characters. But can you imagine having to kill characters off time and time again because people keep complaining that the show is "only about the boys." Fun times really.

So now we get to this final and we see sexism. But it wasn't just the plain old regular sexism you find in the earlier days of spn. Because now, there ARE women to talk about, talk to. But this episode was DESOLATE women wise, unless they were used for plot (which is also sexist!). Small scenes, they're barely there. Women gets her tongue cut out. Random women from s1 gets killed. Sam doesn't SPEAK of Eileen. Nothing. No mention of any female characters from the boys mouths unless they were from/in this episode itself. That's WIERD. I know we've all said it. But that goes beyond forgetting about characters. I mean its SAM'S GIRLFRIEND for Christ's sake. There is NO REASON they couldn't have said Eileen's name. Notice how Sam's wife is just... faceless. This is literally an age old sexist trope. Like... one of the things about bringing Mary back to life for s12+ is that it takes this trope... of basically a generic mother, and gives her life and feelings, whether you like them or not, they're real feelings. They said Mary isn't just a mom she's a person. Mary's existence in the later half of spn is to fix this kind of female tropes that fall upon her character, to not let these her stay a 2 dimensional character. They said we should know she's more than just the mom who tried to save her kid. Do that is the exact opposite of Sam getting a nameless, faceless wife. The sexism of the old spn wasn't just brought back, it was completely amplified. It wasn't just accidental or some exec "fixing" the story it was DELIBRATE. Whoever wrote that, didn't do ALL OF THAT by accident. Because an exec or a producer who doesn't see the flaws in old supernatural isn't going to write it that deliberately.

Let's bring it back to s10 when Charlie was killed (singer was mainly to blame). Dead in the bathtub, age old classic of burying ur gays. If you were here you know people never let Supernatural live that down. THEY KNOW what bury ur gays means. Hell, Robbie Thompson left because of Charlie's death and you think the writers don't know what it means? I mean both Bobo Berens (especially) and Steve Yockey's careers are centered around LGBT+ storytelling and you think they don't know? They know. They know.

And Dean wasn't just apart of the bury your gays trope, it is so far BEYOND that. Dean being killed on a rusty nail/screw, the tongues ripped out, things that seemed to be meant for other people. Jensen's acting in the last two episodes was giving us "DEAN RECIPROCATES" but no one ever actually saying it. I think it's clear that Dean was killed for being Bi. They didn't address it for a reason, they just silenced him. His narrative was supposed to be about letting him be HIM for the first time, to say what his feelings are instead of having them miscommunicated, and instead of doing that, they just silenced him. And the more we look at this scene the more horrific it gets. The more it's a complete slap in the face and it's supposed to be. Some guy who knows nothing about the LGBT can't write a scene this horrific.

Some guy who knows nothing about Dean couldn't write a scene that deconstructs all of Dean's character development and gives Dean his worst nightmare. I MEAN DEAN WANTED TO LIVE HIS LIFE! THEY DIDNT HIDE THAT JOB APPLICATION (or whatever job related thing that was) IN THERE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES THEY WANT YOU TO KNOW THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST SITUATION. Dean isn't Barney from HIMYM. If you watched HIMYM then you'll know Barney went from being a stereotypical ladies man and treating women terribly to being in love with a women and treating her right and working hard for it. The last episode of HIMYM (why its so bad) Barney's character development is thrown out and he's back to being a stereotypical ladies man. You don't need to know Barney's character very much to do that.

To kill Dean during a hunt his father never finished, to not have anyone at his funeral, to have Dean die young like his life didn't matter. Those are Dean's worst fears and you'd only truly know that if you watched the gin episode in s3, where they are basically laid out for you. You HAVE to know Dean's character to tear him apart like this.

This episode took all the core elements of the show and did a complete 180° the name of the episode itself is "Carry on" and Dean and Sam very much did not carry on. Sam grieving his entire life so that he good get to heaven and see Dean again. Dean being ready to live his life, despite the enormous pitfalls and learning to love himself only to be killed. "Family don't end with blood." Um.... it did in that episode either literally with Dean's death or you know BECAUSE NONE OF THEIR FOUND FAMILY WAS THERE. Not Jack, Not Cas, Not Eileen, Not Donna, Not Charlie, Not Jody, Not Claire... on and on we go. No one was there, nobody was even mentioned. Dean's funeral, no one even called that we know of. It was just Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean. And Bobby. Don't forget Bobby. But yeah Sam and Dean.

That's what the show is about right, the brothers.

Except it's not anymore. It hasn't been for years.

Cas not being there was deafening but it brought us to a major point. Becky. Becky's telling us about the terrible ending.

And many of us are wondering why would they literally tell us this is the worst ending and then... make it the ending.

Now before we move on, it very apparent many of you think Dabb doesn't ship Deancas. And Dabb doesn't care about the characters.

Say what you will about any plot holes in his writing, the point he is VERY GOOD at writing the characters, and giving us good ones.

Why do we know Dabb ships Deancas? (ill say when its cowrote, other wise its not) cowrote ep 8.02 - purgatory "I prayed to you, Cas, every night" "Cas, Buddy, I need you." "I have a price on my head, and I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to – to keep them away from you." 8.08 Hunteri Heroici - Cas helps them hunt! 😊❤ Dean & Cas have a serious convo about why Cas doesn't want to see/go to heaven. 8.22 Dean's mad at Cas. Sam's explanation of why Dean should be easy on Cas: "It's Cas." Dean then points out how he'd knife anybody else if they did what Cas did. 9.10 - Cas comforts Dean when Dean can't take seeing Sam (Gadreel) being tortured anymore. Also tons of Cas. 9.20 (bloodlines) - Canonical couple parallel "I was there, where were you" 9.22 The angels make Cas choose between them and killing Dean and he "gave up an entire army for one guy" 10.09 Claire's reintroduction. Cas heavy ep. DeanCas date. 10.22 THE PRISONER - u know the ep where Dean beats the shit out of Cas but loves him enough to not kill him.

We COULD keep going but I think I've made my point. If Robert Singer is the guy that is like "the show is about Sam and Dean only" Andrew Dabb is the DeanCas shipper. And you could even say a Cas stan.

Notice! How in s13 for SEVEN episodes we have a story that revolves around Dean's grief about losing Cas. Notice! How often the stories in all these seasons have a focus on their relationship. THAT is Andrew Dabb. If it weren't for him doing that, we wouldn't be able to easily say after Dean's lack of a response to Cas' confession, that Dean reciprocates.

To me, when I was (binge) watching s12 for the first time, I thought damn this is really got a lot of DeanCas. So I went to look at who was in charge, who was writing. I saw Andrew Dabb, associated him with Deancas episodes, saw all the new writers, Bobo, and then I saw that Yockey is known for same sex stories and it clicked. Dabb assembled a team to give us Destiel. THAT WAS IN SEASON 12!!!!!!!!

The amount of people saying he's homophobic flabbergast me. Open your eyes! That isn't what's going on.

Imagine making a show and trying to right all the wrongs of Supernatural. Imagine trying to write the greatest love story ever told and you have the entire season planned out for it to end off beautifully, it may possibly be your greatest achievement when it's done and then boom. someone comes in and tells you you aren't allowed to make Dean bi or make destiel endgame, after he was most probably already given the go ahead.

Sure. You could imply he's bi or into cas still in a way. Still make nice-ish ending. just give everyone what the kinda want.

Or you could scrap the last season, nothing close to a canonical bisexual Dean Winchester or Deancas endgame in site. People can be done with it be happy with the show, continue to live their lives in ignorance as to how close they were to Canon destiel.

OR you can lead everyone to the very closest you can get them to what you were aiming for and then show everyone the ugly truth and reality. Light it all on fire. Burn the show to the ground in your wake. Try your darnedest to making these people's (the people saying no) pockets suffer. Show us, the audience, what happened. Show us what this show really is.

I've seen people talk about the ending being changed during covid but I dont think that happened. I think what happened was Dabb already had this season planned out before it even started. Obviously the details were wobbly but it was all lead up to this ending. Destiel endgame, Canon Bisexual Dean, whatever it was. They were ready to write the greatest love story ever told and then someone shut it down.

Imagine the pain that must have caused them to be told no when they already said yes. They must have been so excited to give this to us.

I think someone (some producers) told him what this show is "really" about. The brothers. Can you imagine, after being told no, some kinda bullshit like this is said to you: "Why aren't you bringing it back to the brothers, Andrew? that's what the shows about. What with all this homosexual stuff, you know the audience won't like that. Not really." Imagine the original producers pushing this kind of view on you. "You know when we started it was Sam and Dean. It should end with Sam and Dean." That kinda sounds like someone huh? huh.

So why give us a nice acceptable finale, when you can take every problem Supernatural's had either up front or behind the scenes and create a finale so incredibly bad that people don't want to watch it anymore.

Someone made a good point about how Sam was originally supposed to be the main focus (this isn't to put any hate on Sam or Jared). Dean and Sam are the main characters but Sam was supposed to be the focus and for Dean to have become the focus, must have annoyed the producers because... well here we are. They wouldn't listen to Jensen. The producers liked this ending. Jensen's opinion didn't matter to them.

In some ways, if this is really what happened, it can be seen as childish from Dabb. To hurt all of us like that. Yes, he's hurting the producers, the execs, the cw. But to hurt us? Yeah it stings.

But in other ways, if this is really what happened, this is Dabb showing us the muck and gunk under the shiny surface. The hate for Misha. The hidden hate for Jensen. The underlying sexism. The underlying homophobia. The people REALLY in charge don't care about us, they just want our money. He needed to open our eyes and free us, at least free the people that he was writing for. The people he sees that care about this show.

This is the ending the powers that be wanted and its a big fuck you for a reason. I dont think this is Dabb spitting in our faces for loving this show, I think this is him trying to get revenge for us.

But from here, you can see it how u want it. If this is really what happened, I'm not in charge of your emotions, if you wanna be mad be mad if you wanna be grateful be grateful. And you don't have to believe me either I said this is speculation.

Also, as for all of the rumors like there being shots to the confession scene that we didn't see, which Jensen himself implied, I think that might have been a last ditch effort to canonized DeanCas but obviously it was cut. Like the name change was pretty clear. As for Misha possibly having shot some stuff for 20 I dont know what to tell you. If it's true I dont know where the blame would lie.

I do think however, that if all this was the case, the writers were prepared to become villians here. I mean they told us the writers were villians with Chuck right? So. Who knows what went down so they could give us such a vile ending. It could've been the producers or the writers, who truly knows. I do think tho that people we "trust" did some pretty shitty things to push the narrative in certain directions so now one would see this as the actual ending that was coming.

So again do with my SPECULATION what you will. This was in no way meant to put Dabb on a pedestal or anything. Just meant to give a bit of perspective.

(Also Jensen didn't unfollow Dabb recently he was already unfollowed for years)

[ryangosking]

A Good Day

Summary: You return home after attending your sister's wedding with Bucky. Recovering / soft Bucky x female reader. Sequel to Deserve

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, cock warming, language (Bucky likes to talk dirty).

Tagging: @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook @sleepwithacommunist

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By the time you get home you're exhausted from the day's events and a little tipsy. Bucky of course is neither.

"Thankyou for coming today." You say, catching him by the lapels of his jacket (the most formal thing you'd ever seen him wear) in the hallway. "I know it wasn't easy for you."

He half smiles. "You've got a great family."

"I told you, they aren't ogres. Mostly anyway." You laugh.

"I know you did sweetheart, I'm sorry I made such a fuss about it in the first place." Bucky murmurs, kissing your forehead.

He shucks off his jacket and heads to the living room.

Sluggishly you follow him, kicking off your shoes and going through to the kitchen. It had been a good day; Claire was a happy, radiant bride and your parents' attention was taken up with her, so you just had to stand on the sidelines being supportive. Bucky had missed the ceremony (you wouldn't have asked him to sit through that) and had met you at the hotel reception. He was nervous and quiet at first but you made sure not to leave him alone for too long, squeezing his hand reassuringly. You couldn't help yourself from beaming when you introduced him as 'my boyfriend James' and everyone liked him, or seemed to anyway - you were just relieved that he had finally met them. Now you could keep him to yourself again until the next family event.

"Thanks for dancing with my mom!" You call, transferring two wedding cake slices from your purse into the fridge.

"She's sweet." He replies. "I don't think your dad approved though."

You laugh. "Don't worry about it, he always looks like that."

You pause and rub your midriff, was it your imagination or had your dress gotten tighter through the day? You had consumed a fair amount of champagne, and the food at the hotel had been delicious. You can't help wondering how much the whole shebang had cost.

Lingering in the doorway, you see Bucky is on the couch, watching a football game, or highlights. You know that he's not really invested, he just likes the background noise.

"I'm going to get changed, I feel like this dress is cutting me in half." You announce.

"C'mere, I'll unzip you." Bucky offers, turning to look at you.

"I actually feel like it's cutting off my circulation." You sigh, heading over to him.

"Just a second." Bucky says, bringing his arm out and stopping you in front of him. "Let me look at you."

You feel so frazzled - it had been a long day, your meticulous hairdo wilted ages ago along with the carefully applied make up, and the last thing you want is Bucky looking closely at you.

"You're beautiful." He says, running his hand over the soft material of your dress. Luckily for you, Claire didn't choose anything too flouncy or elaborate.

"At the start of the day maybe." You chuckle, stroking his hair.

"At the start and end of every day." He's looking up at you with that neediness in his eyes. "And I've been thinking about fucking you in that dress, all day. "

You stare at him, your mouth slightly open, heat spreading between your legs already. "Bucky."

He turns you around and pulls you down to sit on his lap. Slowly unzipping your dress, he kisses down your back, his left hand gently cupping your breast and his right sliding up your thigh. You sigh and lean back against him, losing yourself in the contrast of his soft warm lips and the scrape of stubble over your skin. When you're fully unzipped, Bucky pushes the top of your dress down and palms your breasts, his metal hand cool on your skin, making your nipple pebble immediately. His other hand tugs at damp fabric between legs, and you maneuver yourself to let him pull your panties off, turning to kiss him. You can feel how hard he is underneath you, his thick cock straining against his pants and you touch him, rubbing softly.

"Not yet sweetheart, you first." He says lowly.

Straddling him, the dress is pushed up over your hips and Bucky slips his fingers inside you, his thumb pressing on your clit, making you moan and spread your legs. You kiss him roughly, grabbing his face and biting his bottom lip.

Needily you rock your hips as you fuck yourself on Bucky's hand, his thick fingers pumping in and out of your dripping pussy, his bionic hand kneading your ass as he kisses your neck. Your fingers tangle in his hair, gently pulling, while you're mewling and whimpering into his ear.

"Are you coming sweetheart? You gonna come all over my hand?" He coaxes, continuing to work your cunt.

You moan his name and squeeze his wrist between your thighs as your orgasm spreads through you like wildfire, leaving you shaking and breathless.

After a moment Bucky removes his hand from between your legs, and brushes your hair from your face, kissing you tenderly.

"We need to do you now." You murmur, reaching again for his swollen cock. His breath hitches when you unzip him, taking his impressive length in your hand.

"I want your cunt." He groans, leaning over to kiss you, licking into your mouth.

You stroke him, feeling him grow harder in your hand.

"Your cunt." He repeats with a growl.

You obey, easing yourself down onto him and gasping when he bottoms out.

Bucky's head falls back and he looks at you dreamily, his metal hand coming up to rest on your neck. "Don't move, I wanna feel you." He says quietly.

And you're desperate to generate some friction, even if it's just touching yourself - ANYTHING for some relief, you feel so full of him. "Bucky, please." You whine.

"Just a little more, baby, stay like that a little longer." He tells you, looking at you from under lowered lashes, letting out a shuddering breath.

His hands are on your hips, smoothing the bunched material of your dress. You've one hand on his shoulder, the other on the arm of the couch, fingers digging in. You feel like you're going to break.

Bucky lazily, almost casually, moves his hand down between your legs and starts to play with your clit again. "You're so wet." he mutters.

"Bucky, please, I can't..." You whimper.

Finally he gives you a small smile and moves his hips, thrusting hard up into you. "That's my girl." He purrs, his metal hand gently squeezing the nape of your neck.

You cry out with relief, bouncing on his cock. He pulls your dress down even further and lowers his mouth to your chest.

"That's it, sweetheart." Bucky groans against your breast. "You feel so good."

He fucks up into your heat, filling you over and over. With every thrust, you're a little closer to becoming undone again and soon you feel the second wave unfurling in your belly.

Bucky's eyes widen as he watches you come again, holding your hips steady as you throb around him, keening from the intensity of your second orgasm and gripping his metal bicep. It pulls him over the edge and he groans into your chest, pulsating into you, holding onto you tightly.

You lay your head on Bucky's shoulder as you recover, so exhausted that you can barely move and for a second you contemplate just sleeping here, your dress bunched around your waist and with Bucky still inside you. In fact you must nod off for a minute because the next thing you know Bucky's laying you on the bed, pulling covers over you, and you feel him settling behind you.

Yeah, you think, as sleep pulls you under, it's been a good day.

[thefanficmonster]

I may or may not have just sent the 3 word challenge in my real account instead of anon... I'm sorry. Please don't answer there. :)

When you post, post answering here please.

Again, much love,

📚🌻

Don't worry dear! Your identity shall remain a secret 🥰 Here's yet another fic with my Resident Evil OC: Gwen Winters (she’s an adult guys, don’t worry. However this is still an Older Man/Younger Woman relationship)

The words dear  📚🌻 Anon gave me in their previous ask were: Unruly, endurable and system. Please enjoy!

What happens in the gym....

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing, Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Angsty Romance

“Sure, throw me in the fire like you always do, Leon!“ Chris snaps, clenching his fists tightly as he glares at his best friend while the two stand in the dimly lit gym.

“Chris, you’re a BSAA captain, for the love of God! You should know better than to complain about something as little as this!“ Leon, while significantly calmer tone and demeanor-wise, is glaring daggers of his own.

“Why me, damn it?! And why her?!“ Chris is not done with his attempts to get out of the situation Leon’s trying to land him in and his partner’s honestly done with it.

“And why not?! You see the same potential I see, why would it be so hard to train her? She’s a quick learner, she’s disciplined when she wants to be and she’s already skilled to a certain degree. You’ve made soldiers out of total wimps before, why is she such a hassle to you?!“

“Because she’s disciplined when she wants to be and I guarantee she won’t want to when she’s around me. She’s unruly, selfish, arrogant and a Chris-phobe. I’m telling you, she hates me!“

It’s about time Leon’s had enough of this conversation. To be honest, he was done with it as soon as it started but he stayed, thinking he’d be able to change Chris’ mind but seeing as how this is a hopeless case, he’s just been wasting his time. “Does she? Or are you projecting your hate for her onto her?” Slinging his duffel bag containing his training gear over his shoulder, Leon finally makes that realization that these are ten minutes of his life he’ll never get back and storms out of the gym without another word.

Chris doesn’t attempt to stop him, in fact, he’s relieved he left. He sighs, silently hating himself for all the shit he said and how he meant none of it. It was all hard bullshit and he doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed that Leon didn’t realize. Either way, he’s been cleared of possible suspicion, even if training the newest BSAA rookie still remains as his task.

Gwen Winters, she’s such a fucking handful. One cannot tell if it’s because she’s angry with the world, angry with herself or just straight up picked up on the habits of the family that took her in when she was rescued from Raccoon City where she was held as an experiment hamster. A chemistry project basically. Ethan and Mia were recovering from the events back in Louisiana at the time, still probably are, that is not some shit you get over, so they thought having another person in the house would help them. And help Gwen did. See, Gwen isn’t a handful with everyone. In fact, she’s a real sweetheart and Chris knows it too, despite his bogus claims. He knows she’s got a heart and soul of gold and is built with the will of a BSAA soldier already. All she needs is a bit better fighting skills and she’s good to go. 

He sees how she acts with everyone around him. She’s been quick to make friends with Jill and his sister Claire and she’s even got Leon’s liking and trust which is hella hard to get, especially after all the shit with Ada. She’s overall a super sweet and lovely girl, even with him from time to time. He’s seen her welcoming, friendly smiles whenever he stops by the Winters’ home. He’s heard her laugh at the jokes he rarely cracks.

Then why does she act like she hates him so often? And why does he claim he hates her?

Chris is snapped back to reality by the sound of rough impact. It’s a very distinct noise, one he places immediately: the sound of fists hitting a punching bag. It’s the middle of the night, almost midnight actually, and knowing how lazy the soldiers on his team are, he can only assume it’s either his sister or Jill, given that Leon just left. However, they’ve had people sneak in to train for free before, so it’d be for the best if he went to check who was releasing some pent up energy on the poor punching bag. Judging by the intensity of the punches being thrown, sounds like the person might be angry as well.

And they have every right to be. Because they are Gwen.

Chris’ face goes a bit red at the sight of the infuriated rookie giving the punching bag her all, punishing it the way she’d want to do to her superior she just heard call her all the names she hates being referred by.

“Winters I-“

“Unruly?“ Punch “Selfish?” Punch “Arrogant?” Punch

She stills herself, sighing and wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, “You say all that and expect me not to be a Chris-phobe?” She lets out a bitter laugh, rolling her shoulders before continuing her wrath over the piece of equipment she’s threatening to destroy. She hasn’t spared him a single look yet, something he’s rather grateful for because the last thing he wants to see is whatever her gaze is hiding right now. “I’ll talk to Leon.” She says, her voice leveled and breathy, far from the pissed off tone she was just using. This calmness is a lot scarier though. “I’ll tell him I don’t want you to be my trainer. To be perfectly clear, I never wanted you to train me in the first place. I’m just not the type to complain, you know. I’m not picky. Beggers can’t be choosers. I take what I can get. And you were all I was offered, but...” she trails off, delivering a particularly hard punch, “It’s not gonna work. I may not be picky, but I know when to draw the line. I know when I deserve better.”

“Kid, you really have no idea what the case really is here.“ He attempts desperately, taunted by the thought of acting on his instincts and approaching her even if that means being the recipient of one of those hard punches.

“You know, I’m strong. I’m skilled. I can hold my own in a fight quite nicely. I’m endurable. I’m not afraid to work my ass off and sweat and pant like a dog after workouts. There’s not a line I wouldn’t cross, but you still choose to make me feel lesser than any soldier you’ve ever come across, that’s really lovely of you, Captain Redfield.“

“Winters, please...“

“It’s ok, I won’t tell Ethan and Mia. I’m sure they’ll send you to hell over it. I’m not petty like that.“

He’s had enough. He’s had enough of hearing that hurt tone in her voice. He’s done hearing these words she’s so certain are true but aren’t. He’s done lying to her and to himself. Before he can even think twice about it, he grabs her by the arms gently but firmly, turning her to face him despite her hostile attempts to free herself from his hold like a wild animal caught in a trap. He’s surprised when she relaxes, probably seeing that as a quicker way out of the situation rather than struggling though if she tried to free herself any longer he would’ve probably let her go.

“Fucking hell, Gwen, listen to me.“ He looks her dead in the eyes, catching onto the spark of shock created by his use of her first name. But he also sees something else, something that looks dangerously a lot like tears. He knows she won’t cry, especially not in front of him, but knowing that he’s the cause behind the welling of those crystal droplets in her always shiny, always smiling eyes breaks him. When she doesn’t look away nor protest, he continues, “I can’t be your captain. I can’t be your trainer. I can’t be any of that. I’m a strictly professional man, and it’d be highly unprofessional of me to take you in as my soldier.”

“But why?“ She’s fully aware she sounds like a whiny kid - exactly how she thinks he envisions her sometimes - but she couldn’t care less. She wants and needs answers. She knows she won’t be able to fall asleep or keep coming back to the training center if she doesn’t get them.

It’s blatantly clear this is far from easy for Chris. His first instinct is to look away, let go of her, run away like he always does - not that she’d let him do such a thing but still. He’s finds the words impossible to spit out yet he oh so desperately feels the need to get them out of his system. And so, he gathers all the strength within him and finally forces himself to say it.

“Because a captain isn’t supposed to look at a soldier the way I look at you.“

Sure, it sounds cryptic as heck but he has no doubt she’ll catch on. Gwen is a smart and sharp girl, among many other things. She confirms this when barely three seconds after he’s said it, he notices her eyes widening

“Sir, I-“

“Don’t.“ He says simply, a small, regretful smile playing across his lips as his hand slides down her arm to take hold of hers, “I just admitted my dirtiest secret to you and you are still gonna remind me how unprofessional I am by using my title, Kid?“

She purses her lips, the shock momentarily replaced by her signature mild glare, “Well, you just admitted your biggest secret to me and yet you still choose to call me ‘Kid’, huh?”

He chuckles, letting his other hand repeat the movements of the first, “Sorry, force of habit.” His thumbs brush against her knuckles briefly as his head falls, his gaze fixating on where their bodies are connected, “You know, I didn’t tell you this to get myself any pity or anything. I just wanted you to understand and....wanted to get it off my chest. Ethan will kill me if he finds out, won’t he?” He suddenly asks, regaining the courage to look up at her once again.

She giggles, “Who says he’s gonna find out?”

Chris bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head, “You’re right, there’s nothing really to find out abo-”

Gwen has never been a chatter nor can she tolerate when people beat around the bush so she’s quick to cut them off sometimes, no matter how rude that may seem or sound. However, just to clarify, her chosen method of cutting a person off isn’t always kissing them. Just saying - this is a special situation requiring special methods.

Taken aback by the sudden feeling of her lips on his, Chris’ eyes close automatically but not even a second later he responds to the kiss properly: wrapping his arms around Gwen’s waist as her hands travel up to cup his face. The kiss is short - too short if either of them is to be asked - but it’s worth all the words they didn’t say despite wanting to.

When they pull away, Gwen gives him a mischievous smile, “Now he could find out about that and then shit would go south. That’d suck, wouldn’t it Chris?“

He’s only ever heard her say his name twice, once in passing conversation with Claire and once earlier when she paraphrased his term ‘Chris-phobe’, both time spoken with some dose of dislike he now realizes was a cover-up all along. Turns out the two are a lot more alike than they initially thought. Regardless, hearing her say his name with fondness instead of bitterness makes his heart flutter, his body yearn to have her closer, his lips wanting to be in contact with hers again. But he’s a patient and self-controlled man, he’s nothing if not willpower sculpted in a human body, so he keeps his distance, waiting for her to pick the moves, waiting for her to make the decisions just like she’s his captain.

“Big time.“ He manages to say, voice coarse all of a sudden, barely able to leave his throat. “So it stays here, right?”

She giggles again, bringing her lips within an inch or two away from his, taunting him, threatening to break his self-control, “What happens in the gym stays in the gym, Redfield.”

Golden rules of discretion, ones he mustn’t break ever. Especially not when his captain - Captain Gwen Winters - holds so much power over him.

[gotham-ruaidh]

Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

This story takes place during the summer of 1987. It's the time of the Cold War, and heavy metal, and Just Say No.

Ten chapters, each with a specific song as its soundtrack.

I'm so excited to finally share it with you.

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Also posted at AO3

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Chapter 2: Save Our Souls

Well, it's been a hard road, edge of an overdose // No matter how high, well, you're still too low // I've been the dancer, the wicked romancer // A never-ending nightmare, edge of disaster...

Soundtrack: "Save Our Souls," Mötley Crüe, 1985 [click here to listen]

Claire tapped her foot, swiveled in her chair, picked at a loose string at the knee of her jeans.

“Here’s how this works – we have an hour together every morning. I have a list of things I’d like to eventually cover with you, but of course I’m always happy to talk about anything that you want to.”

Then Dr. Gillian Edgars – “Gillian, please,” she’d insisted, shaking Claire’s hand warmly before settling down on the couch of the small but plush office – set down her notepad and pen.

“I won’t bullshit you, Claire. This is tough. You’re on Day 2. Your mind isn’t even here yet.”

Claire snorted. “You’ve got that right.”

“When was your last fix?”

Claire shifted uneasily. “Three days ago.”

“Is this the longest you’ve – ”

“Since I started? Yeah.” Claire darted her gaze upward to look at Gillian. The good doctor still wasn’t writing anything down. Interesting.

“Are you going to ask me why I started?”

“Only if that’s what you want to talk about right now.” Gillian held Claire’s gaze. “I know that forcing anything at this point, while you’re still detoxing, can be counterproductive.”

Claire nodded, grateful. “How does it work here?”

“You mean, how our program here at The Ridge works?”

“Yeah.” Claire crossed her legs. “I was kind of distracted when I read through the brochure. I know we have our individual sessions in the morning, and Group in the afternoon, and that we can pitch in for communal activities.”

“So far, so good.”

“And everyone is encouraged to introduce themselves by first name, and what their addiction is.”

“You got it.”

“No last names?”

“No – and it’s not any kind of privacy thing. Because a first name is who we are – and the addiction is who we are, too.”

Claire raised one eyebrow.

Gillian sighed. “It was wine for me. I thought it was refined. Turns out it made me so refined that I wrapped my MG around a telephone pole.” She pulled up her curtain of long hair to expose a thick, long-healed scar half-hidden above her left ear. “My sister found this place, and I went through the program, and I’m nine years sober.”

“It seems like a lot of people on staff here are former addicts.”

“We all are, Claire. Every one of us – including all the therapists, and our founder, and the ladies who do the laundry and the janitor who mops the floor. We can’t be hypocrites. We can’t tell you anything we didn’t do or think ourselves.”

Claire’s shoulders and stomach loosened a bit.

“You should know that whatever we talk about is one hundred percent confidential. I’d only disclose information to someone else if I thought you were in imminent harm of hurting yourself or others.”

Claire nodded, thinking. “And what about asking other people here about themselves? More than just their name and addiction, I mean. About their lives outside of here?”

“We say that people should only talk about what they’re comfortable to talk about. If they don’t want to share anything except their name and addiction, that’s fine. If they want to tell you all the gory details about their life, then that’s fine, too. Some people come here to reset.”

A beat.

“What about you, Claire?”

Claire bristled. “What about me?”

Gillian’s gaze bored into Claire’s. “You didn’t come here for vacation. Clearly there are things you need to fix. That we will fix, together. So what do you want to focus on first?”

Claire’s mind swam.

“Typically,” Gillian continued, “I like to work backwards with people when they arrive. It should be the easiest to remember. So – tell me about the last time you took the pills.”

A half-empty prescription bottle – the dull ache in her dry throat as she swallowed a handful of Halcions – the dark circles under her eyes, staring back at her from the bathroom mirror…

“It was empty,” she said quietly.

…screwing the top shut, shakily placing the bottle back on the shelf in between her deodorant and toothbrush…

“I was empty.”

…both hands planted on the counter, breathing hard…

“Do you mean – you couldn’t feel anything? Or that you didn’t feel anything?”

…counting to one hundred as all her thoughts just drifted away…

“I didn’t want to feel.” Claire folded her legs beside her on the chair. “So I didn’t.”

Gillian nodded. “OK. Are you afraid to feel?”

…static in her head…

Claire closed her eyes. “Terrified.”

“And have you felt anything since coming here? Is it too much?”

…a thousand silent screams…

“I just…I just want to shut it all out. To be quiet and alone.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but that won’t be possible. That’s deliberate, on our part. Because although you’re on your own journey, you’re certainly not alone. We will keep you busy.”

Claire slid down in the chair.

“So – I know you’re aware that everyone here is assigned a task. And we work to make sure it’s a task that you’d shy away from. Because the whole point of being here is to be uncomfortable.”

Claire said nothing.

“I was thinking.” Gillian drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair. “People here have breakfast and lunch on their own time, but we all have dinner together. And every night we need help setting up the tables and chairs, and making sure that there are enough plates and silverware for the buffet line, and keeping an eye on everything while people are serving themselves and getting situated. Requires a lot of interaction with the others here. Great for building people skills.”

Claire threw her head back in the chair. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

“Of course you have a choice, Claire – you choose everything you do. You could choose to get up right now, walk out the front door, and catch a plane back to Boston. But you won’t, will you?”

Gillian looked at her watch. “I’ll close our session a bit early. It’s a beautiful day outside – why don’t you sit out on the deck for a bit, and just take time to yourself to think?”

Claire stood, quietly murmured a thank you, and shuffled out the door.

Gillian paused, then reached for the phone extension on the table beside her chair. Dialed a few numbers.

“Dougal? Yeah, it’s me. Listen – I’ve put Claire on set-up duty. Can you make sure that happens tonight?”

[deafchild2000]

Nguyen Sisters (Triplets)

(Alright, this is more of a backstory for characters in my story: Inheritance!

1. Tien Nguyen (The Oldest) - Chi Pu

2. Bian Nguyen (The Middle Child) - Dianne Doan

3. Yen Nguyen (Youngest) - Lana Condor

And the late: Kara Nguyen (Mother)

Van Nguyen (Older brother/sibling)

Bian, Tien, and Yen Nguyen make of a set of triplet sisters to the late Van Nguyen and daughters to the late Kara Nguyen.

Upon their deaths by Hayley Marshall-Kenner (orchestrated by Davina Claire) and Kol Mikaelson, they were taken in by other witches of the Ninth Ward Coven at the age of 6.

As the daughters of an Elder and sisters to a Regent, they are powerful together as they are apart. They share an equal disdain for Mikaelsons and Hayley Mashall for the deaths of their loved ones, leaving the three to only have each other.

Yen was a dance student at a community center where she met Harmony, who was only going by her first name then. The two quickly hit it off and became fast friends. It wasn't until later when Harmony had visited the Ninth Ward where she experienced the massacre her mother created. Her screams had everyone running towards her, including Yen & her sisters (whose first meeting prompted the visit in the first place). It was Tien whose eyes narrowed in fury when she recognized her mother's killer in Harmony and wanted to give her an "aneurysm she'd never forget" when Yen stopped her.

By the time Harmony recovered, Hayley and Vincent had come running to the Ninth Ward once immediate word got to them that Harmony is there. And knowing how her daughter's Sight worked, she knew the inevitable happened.

Finding Harmony on the ground with what could only be copies of Kara Nguyen, deducing they were her daughters and threats to her little girl, Hayley was quick to remove Harmony from the ward while Vincent attempted to defuse the situation (and prevent any more bloodshed). Tien was furious and wanted Harmony's head while Yen tried to calm her down, only to be scolded for consorting with the enemy. Vincent tried to explain that Harmony's an innocent to what went down on the October 19th Massacre.

It would later be revealed that Tien was there and watched Hayley kill Kara, igniting a fierce hatred for the hybrid.

Sometime later, Harmony came back to the Ninth Ward to speak to the entire coven, but mainly the triplets. She brokered a deal: Since they can't touch Hayley for the sake of peace between the Factions nor Kol & Davina for the deaths they caused, she'd take their place. A daughter for a mother. A loved one for a loved one. Any surviving family members of the 12 witches who wish to take vengeance on the three culprits through her are welcomed to do so in three days at the Lafayette Cemetery. Harmony would be bound to a boundary spell and wear the Cursed Shackles to make herself powerless. In return, those who choose to enact vengeance upon her shall go unpunished. As a show of goodwill, Harmony would go as far as to make a legally binding contract & deal with the Ancestors that barred the faction from intervening and use the blood of her mother and family members in a spell to prevent them from coming after them.

While the Ninth Ward agreed to the terms, it wasn't long until word got back to the Faction leaders and tried to stop it. Even Vincent couldn't because the spell Harmony used to protect those involved the Ancestors, meaning they not only agree with the terms but forbid Vincent from interfering. Hope even tried to take her place, but Harmony said that if one thing changed, everything else would and then no one would be happy.

That night, it would appear that only the Nguyen Sisters would be a part of the "trial". Yen was the only one vocally opposed to this, Tien wanted to do this, yet Bian kept a neutral expression.

Harmony spent HOURS being tortured by them but made no moves to escape, which frustrated Tien greatly. All she did do, however, was goad them to do more, to do their worst. Eventually, Hayley and Vincent managed to get into the cemetery and find them, however, much to the surprise of everyone, it was Bian who ended Harmony's suffering and broke the boundary circle before telekinetically taking off the shackles. Hayley grabbed her half-dead-looking daughter before vamp speeding out of there.

Vincent went off on them, but it was Tien who was furious at Bian until it was revealed that she'd been talking to Van in the Well.

He may not have liked dying and how he died, but Van made peace with it on his own terms. When Harmony had contacted the Ancestors for their help, he didn't agree with the torture session. One of the few things he's agreed with others (Marcel included) was that children are innocent. Harmony taking on the pain and anger of the actions of 3 was not fair. The girls were 6 years old. Harmony wasn't even 2 yet. Regardless of Kol, Davina, and Hayley's actions, he couldn't condone this and begged Bian to end it if it went too far.

(And considering it went in for hours...that says something about how Harmony was handling it!)

Hearing this from Bian, and then from Van himself, Tien lashed out and walked away back home with her.

Yen, completely remorseful, created a care package of herbs and tea from her coven and left it for Harmony, only for Hayley to retrieve it. Despite the glare from the hybrid, Yen assured this would help Harmony, whom it was revealed to had been unconscious for three days, and even said Vincent could back up her claims if she asked him. And she wanted Hayley to tell Harmony that she was sorry, only to get the reply to "tell her yourself".

Eventually, thanks to the verified care package, Harmony did recover. And it wasn't long until she was filled in on the tense situation with the Ninth Ward and sought out Tien, whom she let punch her in the face after calling her current disposition "sad and pathetic". It was revealed that Tien hated that Harmony wasn't fighting back and the more she tortured her, the more ashamed she felt (like kicking a puppy while it's down) which led to ger continuing it even with Harmony's goading, which pissed her off more. Harmony asked what pissed her off most: Her lack of self-defense or acceptance of the situation. It was both.

Considering how Harmony is Hayley's clone in appearance and attitude, Tien was full-on prepared to feel victorious at the idea of torturing the monster that turned her life upside down. She expected Harmony to be just like Hayley, cruel and merciless ...and what she got was the shame when Harmony was selfless and accepting. Her family made her and her sisters orphans and Harmony took responsibility and apologized for it. It distraught her and she couldn't take it. Harmony takes this time to reveal that part of the reason she held in through the torture was that it wasn't the first time she was tortured for her family's crimes and she wasn't the only one whose life flipped at 6 years old. She precedes to tell her of the Kidnapping Incident, how she was the reincarnation of a girl her father killed through ill-worded compulsion, and how it awakened her Seer Sight. She recants how it left her unable to accept the Mikaelsons ("a few years of good deeds doesn't erase a millennia worth of cruelty") and how she's bound to experience the loss they suffered on a personal level. Kara is just a sign that she'll lose Hayley ("The universe isn't that kind to let me keep my mom after she took yours.") This completely changed Tien's opinion of Harmony. The tribrid was only 4 years younger than her and had to deal with the weight of family name carries, as well as the pain they wreaked. Tien at least knows she can trust her family, meanwhile, the girl before her might never be able to trust hers aside from her mother and sister. Harmony then reveals how her mother smelled more than Yen's hand on the care package, revealing she knew Tien had a hand in it as well. So the kindred girls form a friendship and a truce, which they present before the Faction leaders and covens. Harmony is still going to keep that protection spell over the sisters (so someone doesn't get any ideas) and that they were even. Hayley takes this as a belated chance to apologize to the sisters, which is a given to be not easily accepted. At best, Harmony is a friend of theirs, therefore she's safe. But just because Hayley's her mother doesn't mean she's forgiven. Tien makes a point to say Hayley will have her day in death, but for now, she just has to keep their friend safe.

From that moment on, the sisters had a great and relatable relationship with Harmony. Yen was happy to have her friend and dance partner back, Tien became very protective of her, and Bian...Bian and Harmony had an interesting connection since they both held secrets that could change everything. She was their unofficial little sister whenever she came home from boarding school and was happy to hear about Salvatore (for the most part. They had their opinions of Harmony's choice friends having bad reputations and the Saltzmanns). Harmony considers them honorary members of the Midnight Falls Coven (the coven she made with Penelope Park and Alyssa Chang).

The sisters are 18 and in their final year in high school when shit hits the fan in February 2026. In hindsight, if you asked Bian of all sisters, she'd tell you that something has changed within the Factions and Hayley's disappearance would cause all hell to break loose if Harmony doesn't cause it. Bian would also say Hope was involved. The triplets may be closer to Harmony, but it wasn't for the lack of trying to get along with older the Mikaelson twin. Hope never quite forgave them for torturing her little sister and the fact she's more inclined to the Mikaelsons didn't help. So once word got out of Hope's tomfoolery with creating a hybrid (in contrast to her sister's opposition with creating them), Bian could have easily seen Hope's involvement with the return of Klaus Mikaelson a mile away. But once word got out that Hayley Marshall Kenner, the mother of their friend, their mother's murderer, and almighty Crescent Alpha, was turned into a vampire and killed? The sisters didn't hesitate to contact Harmony and to go to her. Tien had a few choice words she wanted to say to Hope Mikaelson and the fact the very thing Harmony warned her would happen to Hayley came true, and it wasn't even with fair circumstances (but when was fair ever a given?) was enough to boil her insides as she knew Harmony wouldn't take it well. Which was a proven point with her barricading her mother's room and stealing her clothes, her necklace, and blaming everything on Hope to the point of no end in sight, and antagonizing the Mikaelsons. She went full-throttle mean girl and even Bian felt that this wasn't something that would go away soon. Tien couldn't even snap her out of it, which ended up with Harmony pushing them away.

By the time Harmony split the Hollow with Hope, the sisters were surprised she was apologizing. Hayley's death messed her up on the same level Kara did, maybe even more. She explained to them the matter of everything that happened when Hayley died (Hope's ridiculous need for Klaus resulting in Hayley's death and Nightwalkers, another product of her father's stupidity) before telling them to get out of town before the Nightwalkers did more damage and came for them (a bullet they'd find they missed). Yen asks if she's okay, which Harmony responds with "I'm angry. I'm pissed. I'm tired. And I'm ready to legally change my surname." Harmony tells them to visit the Ancestral Well one more time to see Kara and Van, forwarning them that it might be their last. By the time they return to New Orleans, the Well is destroyed (meaning Kara and Van can find Peace), the Nightwalkers are gone (thanks to two pissed off Mikaelson twins and a LOT of dark magic), and the clincher: Now those Mikaelson twins have activated their werewolf curse. Yen is terrified for Harmony, Tien is angry (at Klaus more), and Bian isn't surprised (one of the few conversations she and Hayley had was that Harmony would be pissed off when she triggered hers). What is troublesome is the pipe shots she's shooting at everyone. Tien manages to snap her out of it and tells her that Hayley wouldn't want her like this...which works until Harmony comes back from Limbo and reaffirms changing her surname again.

Eventually, the sisters are at a loss when they hear of Klaus Mikaelson's willingness to die to keep the Hollow from the girls. Surprisingly, it's Yen who's not impressed since right with Marcel, his prime existence has caused issues and the fact this is what ends him and not a glorious death? At least with it, Harmony won't freak out about the death-inducing visions just being in the same room causes her. Ironically, Tien feels bad because Harmony is capable of loving him and knows it's because of Lorraine and the others that Klaus might not even get her love then. She never had a father figure except for Van, and while it kills her not to tell her to talk to him, she's well aware Harmony and Klaus will literally need another lifetime to sort their issues. Bian is neutral but pities the Mikaelsons. All things must die and 1000-year-old vampires are no exception. She can respect that he's doing at least one good thing which Harmony can remember him for, which can help in the long run now that the Mikaelson twins will never be the same.

Then, to their shock and ire, the eve of his death is when they are visited by Kol and Davina Mikaelson. Hayley left a letter for both of them regaling how Harmony was tortured for their poor choices and that if the youngest Mikaelson could apologize for their actions, the ones who did the deeds should too. Maybe it was because of Klaus's impending demise, or maybe it was because Harmony pulled a Davina and locked Kol in his vampire body, or maybe it was because he lost favor with his two nieces inadvertently causing this whole mess...or maybe it was all of the above because seeing Kol kneeling and apologizing to them was a sight they'd never forget. And while Davina had no love for Klaus, Hayley's letter was rather vicious in demanding that her dying wish to the witch was to apologize to the sisters as well as the couple giving them enough money to live off of for the rest of their days. Like Hayley's apology, it doesn't even come close to answering for what they took from them. But because it was Hayley asking (demanding) and Harmony paying for it, it was something.

The drama would have ended after Klaus's death until there's a big commotion from Harmony's home. They didn't hear until later that Freya tried to kill Harmony and now their regent, Vincent, and a witch named Bonnie Bennett from Virginia, are sharing joint custody of Harmony with the Mikaelsons getting very limited visitation rights and paying for her boarding school tuition as a result.

For the first time, Bian smiled. This would definitely benefit the twins while Yen and Tien feel the headache coming on now. They wish Harmony Eve the best because college sounds like a vacation right about now.

[renee-writer]

Baby Girl Chapter 20

AO3

They go out that night before another case makes it impossible. She is nervous, having dated very little. Her focus was on her education and then work. Now to be going out with someone from work, it has her stomach tied up in nuts.

 

What to wear? She stands in front of her closet  scanning through her available items. Nothing feels right. Finally she chooses a little black dress. You can’t  go wrong with that, right?

 

Minimal make up, her hair casually pulled back, she is ready. The door bell rings and her heart jumps. “Come one Beauchamp. It is Jamie. Your mate. You can do this.” She tells herself as she sooths down the dress and walks over to the door. She opens it.

 

He, dressed in a button down off white shirt and jeans, stands holding flowers. Handing them to her, his eyes roam, taking in her long legs, previously unseen bare in all their glory. “Hey Claire. You look stunning. A real knockout.”

 

She blushes as she takes the bouquet. “Thank you and thank you for the flowers. They are beautiful.”  She hurries to place them in water.

 

“I feel overdressed.”

 

Another blush. “ I wasn’t  sure what to wear. Little black dresses are always appropriate, I thought?” Her teeth work her bottom lip as she worries.

 

“Oh no, you are right. Your dressed wonderfully.” He offers his arm and she takes it. They walk towards his car. “My lady.” Said as he opens the door. She smiles and slips in. Closing her door and the wonderful clean and somewhat green smell of her perfume in. Walking around, he finds she has reached out and opened his too.

 

“Manners, eh?” She grins at him. He returns it.

 

*Indeed.”

 

They make a point not to talk shop as they drive to the restaurant.  Instead, they discuss the other members of the team.

 

“Exactly how smart is John?”  

 

“Oh he is a certified genius.  Has a perfect memory. Everything he sees, reads, hears, experiences, he recalls. “

 

“A blessing and a curse in…”

 

“Aye. Being the youngest doesn’t  help either.”

 

She rests her head on her hand and looks over at him. *Who is the oldest?”

 

“Murtagh .” he laughs, “He is nicknamed  ‘Godfather’ because he makes it his mission to look after everyone.”

 

“Sweet.”

 

They pull up in front of a cute little restaurant. He comes around and opens her door and offers his arm again. With a brilliant smile, she takes it. They walk in.

 

Sitting across from her, orders taken, he asks, “So tell me about yourself, your family.”

 

“I am an only child. My dad has one brother, my darling Uncle Lamb. “

 

“Lamb?” he raises his eyebrows.

 

“Quinton Lambert. He goes by Lamb. He is the man who has raised me since I was five and my parents passed in a auto accident.” She says it without a break in her voice. He knows she has reached a stage of acceptance. Still, he lays his hand over hers.

 

“I am sorry.”

 

“Thank you. I was blessed to have Uncle Lamb. He was father and mother, best friend and counselor. He took me in without a word about how it would disrupt his life. He was a archeologist when I came to him. He became a professor so I could have stability.”

 

“Sounds like a wonderful man.”

 

“He is. Your turn. Tell me about your kin.”

 

He smiles. “How many generations back?”

 

Her eyes roll. “Your parents will do.”

 

He settles back in his seat, preparing to tell  a tale. She grins in anticipation.  “My parents meet when they were in upper school. She was a Mackenzie and her parents had no love for the Fraser’s …Well, she snuck out the window and into his car…They we’re married before her parents discovered her missing.  William was born nine months later. Janet, who everyone calls Jenny, three years after him. Myself three years later.”

 

She is fascinated by the story. “Did your maternal grandparents ever forgive them?”

 

“Aye. With Willie ‘s birth. Nothing like a grandchild to thaw cold hearts.” Their meals were served during his story. They take a few minutes to eat.

 

“It is just Uncle Lamb and I and you have such a large family.”

 

“Aye, let’s see there is Willie and his wife,  Rose. They have two children, Brian, after my dad and Violet to go with Rose.  Jenny and Ian have, Wee Jamie, Maggie, and the twins, Janet and Michael.”

 

“Wow!”

 

“I am the only one not married with children. Jenny frets about it but my mam, Ellen, she tells her to let me be. That the right one will come and then I will settle down.”

 

She grins over the last of her fish and chips.  “Been a bit wild, have you?”

 

Now with the blokes he would answer that differently. But with her, honesty wins out. “No, only two serious girlfriends. One in uni and one a few years back.”

 

“Two. That isn’t bad.”

 

“Not at all. My sister considers me unsettled until I get married. “They share a laugh. “How about you?”

 

A flush and her head goes down.  She debated how to answer this question. “None.” Honesty  wins.

 

His blue eyes, almost  indigo in the candle light, grow huge.

 “None?” She shakes her head.

 

“No I was a socially awkward teen and young adult. Then my career  consumed my time.” She shakes her head again. “That is true but not completely. I wanted someone as giving and understanding as Uncle Lamb. It couldn’t be just anyone.”

 

“I think that is wonderful. To be so sure of who you want.” He draws closer across the table. Both their breaths still. She sees the gold that runs through the red in his hair. He sees the same in the brown of her eyes. They sparkle like whiskey. A second and then…

 

Both their phones ring at the same time. “Blast it!” he mutters. It is Murtagh. They have a case.

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Brace Yourselves, I have THOUGHTS on this guy

Okay so I just watched Wizards (Tales of Arcadia) and I, along with many other folks, adore one (1) wizard in particular--Hisirdoux Casperan, better known as Douxie. I’m sure you’ve seen the art, the posts, and, well, the internet lately.

BUT HERE’S THE THING. One of the (many) reasons I love this guy. He’s not what one typically gets in a main character, AND he’s very different than other protagonists we’ve met in Arcadia. 

TLDR: Protective, kind-as-summer, ultimate “good older brother vibes” wizard who simultaneously 1) doesn’t think much of himself, 2) tries his hardest, and 3) is actually SUPER FREAKING POWERFUL is unique and I love him for all those reasons and more!! (Details (and spoilers) below the cut)

1: He’s young, yes, but he’s extremely experienced. He looks 19, but is 919. As the first episode shows, he’s been doing his best to live a good life and master magic for NINE CENTURIES. All the while looking like a kid! Douxie lived through the fall of Camelot, has seen technology blossom and evolve, AND has seen countless people come and go, all the while completely on his own except for Archie.

2: He’s extremely humble. He’s apparently been working odd jobs FOR ALMOST A MILENNIUM--so he can work from the shadows to protect people from terrors they don’t even know about--and works hard AT ALL OF IT. Menial jobs AND demon-fighting. First episode, he clearly WANTS to use magic to clean up the cafe (and as a former customer service worker I would have sold my wisdom teeth for magic, LET ALONE magic clean-up help!) but he refrains from doing so, because he really took Merlin’s advice to heart.

(Side note: IMO, Merlin’s an ASS. But the advice he gives in the beginning of “Wizards”--along the lines of “Relying on magic alone isn’t enough, first you have to master how to live well and THEN you can master magic, hard work is extremely important and not to be skipped”--is good. AND DOUXIE STICKS WITH IT FOR OVER 900 YEARS. OF HIS OWN VOLITION. Merlin’s in a tomb, he hasn’t been glaring over Douxie’s shoulder all this time!) Which brings me to-

3) Douxie, although a hard worker, sincerely good guy, and all around badass wizard, doubts himself a LOT (thanks Merlin’s endless snarking and yelling.) BUT, instead of always fighting/planning to get Merlin to approve of him, Douxie instead focuses on doing the right thing. But it isn’t easy and Merlin’s dismissal of him/his ideas/Merlin’s constant disparaging put-downs hurts him. But he doesn’t let it stop him.

4) Douxie CARES. A LOT. He’s patient, kind, eager to help, works hard, and has protected humanity from horrors it didn’t even know about for CENTURIES. While he was still an apprentice, with no master, and no other magic users (that we’ve really seen) that could teach him more about his own magic or how to use it. The hedge wizards are cool, but we don’t get to see much of them and it looks like they’re more of a side society in Arcadia than something Douxie’s strictly a part of.

5) Douxie protects whoever he can whenever he can. To him, all life is precious, and he gives off major “is anyone else protecting this person or trying to make things better okay cool cool cool, I’m gonna try to do that as much as I can for as many as I can right now!” attitude. Which gives off major older sibling vibes to me. 

(To emphasize, he cares about EVERYONE. He’s distraught at the thought of Arthur’s death, HE’S the one who uses his magic to remind--not enchant, REMIND--Arthur and Morgana of their old love of the forest and of Gwen (apparently the glue that held their trio together) and how, each in their own way, they miss her and still love each other. HE’S the one who’s constantly checking the time continuum, and keeps trying to tell Merlin that it doesn’t have to be Arthur vs. Morgana. But Merlin outright pushes him aside/ignores him, and events take their course. Interesting note: Right during the big fight scene in the past with Arthur vs. Morgana, just before Arthur cuts off Morgana’s hand with Excaliber and she falls to her death, you’ll notice the time continuum is blue. Which means it’s fine. The future is good. Douxie could go back to his future no problem. BUT WHEN HE SEES MORGANA’S DEAD FORM as part of the repaired timeline, HE SHOUTS AND RUNS TOWARD THEM TO TRY AND STOP IT. Morgana being DEAD didn’t mess up the timeline. Excaliber being broken did. But Douxie was still trying to save Morgana AND Arthur, and only the blast of magic from their fight knocked him back. And he still grieves her death as one of the parts of his failure, even while Merlin pushes him aside and focuses on Arthur and Excaliber in the aftermath of the battle.

6) Does anyone else think Douxie has a major guilt complex/super messed up self esteem? Because Douxie tearfully shouting “I’m so sorry! This is all my fault!” to Merlin, AS DOUXIE’S OWN LIFE IS IN DANGER AFTER HE TRIED TO SAVE HIS FRIENDS and keep the Arcane Order from destroying the world...that hit hard. His life is on the line and (most likely) his last words are a plea for forgiveness to the Master that routinely dismissed him as an incompetent idiot and was more than happy to leave teenagers (!TEENAGERS!) who’d fought and risked everything to protect the world to die horribly at the hands of his enemies. Douxie--caring, kind-hearted, I-get-my-ass-rountinely-handed-to-me-but-always-get-up-again DOUXIE was the one who ran back to get Jim and Claire. Not Merlin. Merlin was *this close* to leaving to protect Nari for the greater good, and only reconsidered because Douxie had thrown himself into the fray (and despite his best efforts got thrown hard into a rock wall by The Green Knight. And then volleyball spiked into the (equally hard rock) floor and crushed by MindControlledTrollJim.

7) Douxie DOES NOT GIVE UP. Merlin writes Jim’s injuries off as hopeless and him as a lost cause, but Douxie relentlessly tries to figure out ways to fix things. Arthur and Morgana’s relationship, Jim’s injury/worsening curse, all the scenarios where they (it looks like) have to choose between saving their friends AND the world. He doesn’t just shrug and write off losses the way Merlin does. Douxie keeps throwing himself at problems and putting himself at risk to solve them.

8) He’s honest. (Certain Lad of Fortune bowl games aside ;) ) Merlin only told Jim the problem with the wound and left it at that. Douxie makes sure that Claire knows the reality of the situation and promises he’ll find a way to fix it. He knows their situation isn’t ideal, but he refuses to just shrug and leave things as they are. He’s more than willing to throw himself wholeheartedly into finding a way to fix things and refuses to let defeat stop him. Which leads me to, finally--

9) Douxie willingly, without flinching or making a big deal about it, walks into the jaws of death for his friends and the world. For Pete’s sake, he does it with a SMILE. He KNOWS getting his friends back is a long shot. He KNOWS the Arcane Order cannot get Nari AND the Seals, or else the world is doomed--AND he could easily have chosen to go on the run, with the Seals, for the rest of his life. His friends would have died (or worse), Nari would have been trapped with the Order for the rest of time, but the world (and Douxie) would have been safe. Why? The Order doesn’t know he has the seals. Merlin said they could be FOUND if his staff was destroyed, he didn’t say they were STORED there. (And yeah, I wanted Douxie to trick the Order with fake Seals too, but after some thought I’d argue that they’re ancient and powerful enough where they probably wouldn’t have been fooled by or chased after a fake.) Also, going on the run with inanimate objects your hunters don’t know you have and having the kind of magic Douxie does--he could have had a niiiiiice life. Maybe a little mobile, but arguably MUCH easier than constantly making sure a small forest spirit doesn’t get snatched up by her angry brethren. In any case--

Douxie’s plan included--and even hinged on--his willingness to die buying his friends and Nari time to escape. He BUILT IT INTO HIS PLAN. And that bravery, courage, and matter of fact heroism--along with that defiant smirk he gives the Order when they threaten to kill him--is why I love this guy so much. 

[thisisawonderfulusername]

let's save the world

season one, episode seven

five hargreeves x reader

summary: you, five, allison, and diego go to find out who harold jenkins is and to try and stop him, but that mission is cut short when you see that five is hurt

trigger warnings: cursing, some angst(?)

word count: 3k

a/n: this one’s a bit shorter, so i apologize for that, but there wasn’t as much action in this episode so i worked with what i had. i guess since it came out way quicker, that kind of makes up for it lol. anywho, enjoy!

“who the hell is harold jenkins?”

you watch as he throws the coffee cup behind him, dropping the briefcase to your side. “we don’t know.” five tells them, letting out a heavy breath.

“yet.” you quickly add on, running your fingers through your hair with a heavy sigh. “we don’t know who he is, yet.” you hoped three days would be enough to find out. “we do know that he’s responsible for the apocalypse. so we have to find him. and we have to do it now.”

“how is he connected to what’s going to happen?” luther asks, looking between the two of you. all of them were confused, and understandably so. after disappearing yesterday, you suddenly come back and know what to do to stop the end of the world. you would be confused too.

“we don’t know.” five says simply with a shrug of his shoulders. it was frustrating, not knowing anything but the name of who you needed to stop. there could be many harold jenkinses, all in their own little areas of the city. you only had three days to find out which one you needed to stop, though, and you couldn’t waste any of that time.

diego steps past his siblings, and you notice the sling holding his arm. that was new. “wait, so you only know this guy’s name?” he questions, “that’s it?”

“it’s all we need.” five responds, to which you nod in agreement.

diego isn’t so ready to believe you and just go with it. “there are probably dozens of harold jenkinses in this city.” pursing your lips at the obvious statement, you stay quiet for a moment.

“well, i guess we better start looking.” you breathe out, not wanting to deal with this any longer. it’s not like you have unlimited time to figure this out. you only had around seventy-two hours, and you weren’t even sure if that was enough.

allison crosses her arms over her chest, “i’m sorry, am i the only one that’s skeptical here?” she asks, everyone turning to look at her. “i mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what’s his name?”

“harold jenkins.” five reminds her, clearly just as annoyed as you. “you know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?”

klaus scratches the back of his head, his nose scrunched up slightly. “oh, yeah, i think i remember those guys.”

“yeah, the ones that attacked us because they were looking for you guys.” diego says accusingly, nodding his head slightly. “and you know what? i have more questions about that night. specifically for you.” he points at you and you roll your eyes.

sighing heavily, you decide it would be best to just tell them everything to get it out of the way and stop wasting time. “fine,” you begin, stepping forward slightly, “i’m one of you guys. i’m pyrokinetic. which means i can control fire.” you look between them, lips pressed together into a thin line. “any questions?” diego is about to speak again but you cut him off, “no? okay, good. let’s get back to what’s actually important, yeah?”

“yes, that would be nice.” five agrees, leaning against the back of the couch. “those guys were sent by the temps commission to stop us from coming back and preventing the apocalypse.”

“the temps what?” allison asks, voicing the confusion that all of them had etched on their faces.

shaking your head, you begin to pace. “our former employer. they monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is meant to happen,” you pause for a moment, freezing your movement as you look to them, “happens.”

five nods, “they believe the apocalypse is coming in three days. so,” you begin your pacing once again, walking slowly around the couch, “we went to the commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for the lunatics you met.”

“that message,” you tell them, sitting on the couch and facing them, “was what we gave you. ‘protect harold jenkins.’ if the commission wants him protected, he must be what causes the end of the world.”

it’s silent as the siblings look to the two of you, processing everything they had been told. then, all of a sudden, they all speak at once, asking too many questions to comprehend. the only thing that you really heard was allison’s remark about how insane all of this is.

“you know what else is insane?” five finally reached his breaking point, and you sigh softly as you hold your head in your hands. “we look thirteen again.” he simply says, “klaus talks to the dead, and luther thinks he’s fooling everybody with that overcoat.” he points at the two of them, before looking at all of them with narrowed eyes. “everything about us is insane. always has been.”

klaus lifts his head from the arm of the chair he’s sitting in, “he’s got a point there.”

ignoring the remark, five continues. “we didn’t choose this life.” he shrugs, “we’re just living it. for the next three days, at least.”

“the last time we tried to stop it, we all died.” allison argues, gesturing to the other siblings. “why is this time any different? why shouldn’t i go home to my daughter?”

groaning silently to yourself, you stand back up, “what’s different this time,” you speak through gritted teeth, “is that you have us.” you gesture between yourself and five, “we know what we’re doing, and we have the name of the guy we have to stop.”

“we have the chance to save the lives of billions of people.” five tells them, looking to allison. “including claire.”

there’s a moment of silence once again, and allison furrows her eyebrows. “you know her name?”

“i do.” he responds, nodding slightly. “i’d like to live long enough to meet her.”

looking between luther and diego, allison slowly nods as well. “alright. let’s get this bastard.”

diego also seems to be convinced. “you had me at gerald jenkins.” you roll your eyes at his mistake.

“harold. harold jenkins.” you correct, raising an eyebrow at him.

he shakes his head, “whatever. i’ve already lost two people this week. i’m not losing anyone else.”

“yes!” you cheer, raising a fist in the air. “yes! finally, you’re understanding.” you grin, clasping your hands together. “what about you, big guy?” you look to luther expectantly.

“you guys go.” he tells you as diego comes to stand by your side. “i’m going to go through dad’s files. i still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the moon.” one step forward, two back, apparently. you weren’t expecting luther to get it, but it was still quite annoying.

diego raises an eyebrow at him, “really? you’re making the end of the world about you and dad now?” he questions, clearly annoyed.

“no- he told me to watch for threats.” luther defends himself, “that’s not a coincidence. it all has to be connected somehow.”

allison steps to his side, trying to convince him that they need to stick together. you clap your hands together, “we don’t have the time for this. let him stay.”

“let’s roll.” diego instructs, “i know where we can find this asshole. klaus, you’re with me.”

everyone looks over to klaus as he sits up, “yeah, i’m good.” he renounces, pushing himself up from the chair. “i think i’ll pass. feeling a little... under the weather.” he leaves the room, abandoning the little mission you had created.

sighing softly, you follow as diego and five walk out of the room, ready to get this all done with and be finished with the task of stopping the end of the world.

-

finding harold jenkins was a lot easier than you thought it would be. turns out, diego being a vigilante actually helped out, since he was able to get the file of the man. apparently, allison recognized him, and he had been flirting around with vanya, and she didn’t even know his real name.

getting out of the car, you sigh softly. his house was just a normal house, in the middle of a small, normal neighborhood. nothing you would expect for someone who was going to end the world.

“be careful. we don’t know what peabody’s capable of.” allison warns as you all walk up the path to the house, which seemed to be empty at the moment. lucky timing, apparently.

diego brushed off her warning, “he didn’t seem dangerous when i saw him.” he dismisses, “looked kind of scrawny.”

“so are most mass murderers and serial killers.” she shoots back, gesturing to five, “look at him.”

“thanks.” he mutters.

“good point.” diego concurs, leading up the steps to the porch. “what’s this guy want with vanya?” he questions.

“no clue. why don’t we ask him once he’s dead?” you respond, giving a sarcastic grin.

diego holds out a hand to stop the both of you, and you sigh softly. “alright, i’m gonna-” he cuts himself off when he sees that allison wasn’t there anymore, sighing and rolling his eyes in exasperation. “it would be nice for people to just stick to the-”

he once again stops talking when five grabs your hand and you both disappear with a flash. now inside the house, you glance around, jumping slightly when you hear glass shattering, followed by diego groaning in pain.

walking past him to the door, you turn the handle, grinning slightly when it easily opened. “it was unlocked.” you inform him, allison chuckling beside you.

“my way works just fine.” he mutters in response, getting up from the glass covered floor. picking some of the shards off of his clothes, “spread out. yell if you, uh... you know, you’re in trouble.”

after watching him walk off, you shake your head and split up from the other two with a small wave as you go down the hallway next to the stairs. surprisingly, it was normal. nothing that an ordinary person wouldn’t have in their home- some pictures hanging on the walls, a small bathroom.

while you were rooting around, allison called for you guys from where she was upstairs, apparently finding something of importance. all of you quickly make your way up, seeing the hatch to the attic open.

taking a deep breath, you watch as the boys go up the ladder before following them up, seeing that the attic was decorated in an interesting fashion. umbrella academy decorations- figurines of them when they were kids, heads burned off, posters with their faces scratched out. this was definitely not normal.

“this guy’s got some serious issues.” diego mumbles, examining everything.

biting your lip, you look around a bit. “i don’t think he was ever interested in vanya.” you voice your thoughts slowly, “he was trying to get to you guys. call it a hunch.”

suddenly, there’s a thump, and when you look to your side, five had fallen to the ground. your eyes widen as you quickly crouch beside him. “what’s wrong? what happened?” he’s breathing heavily, and his lack of a response worries you to no end.

allison pulls his shirt up slightly when she sees the blood staining it, and she sees the shrapnel in his abdomen. “why didn’t you say anything?” diego questions him, raising an eyebrow.

“you need to keep going.” five breathes out, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the floor. “we’re so close.”

you’re shocked you don’t stop breathing when he loses consciousness. “shit.” you barely hear the crack in your voice, because all you hear is a ringing in your ears. “get him- get him in the car! we need to get him back to the academy-” you jump to your feet, and your legs feel like jelly, but you can’t stop for anything.

it felt like a blur, helping allison and diego get five down the stairs and into the car, where he laid across the seat with his head resting in your lap. the whole time, your heart was pumping so hard and it felt like you weren’t breathing for a good while. five was falling in and out of consciousness, and you kept your fingers on his wrist to reassure yourself that his heart was still beating.

-

when you finally got back into the academy, you all carried him in as quick as possible, and you felt as if you had calmed down, even just a little bit. sure, your heart still pounded in your chest and you had to work to control your breathing, but at least you could think rationally.

“we should’ve taken him to the hospital.” allison breathes out as you all shuffle across the floor, trying not to drop five onto the hard wood floors.

“a kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions.” five mumbles, and you sigh softly, relieved to know that he wasn’t dead just yet.

you all manage to get over to the couch and lay him down very carefully, “yeah, well, so does the murder shrine in harold jenkins’ attic.” allison shoots back, beginning to pull off her jacket, “he’s still losing blood. what do we do?”

“we gotta get the shrapnel out.” diego commands, looking up from the boy for a moment, before he seems to get distracted by something, walking off into the hall and not responding when allison calls out to him.

letting out a short breath, you hesitantly move away from five’s side, following where diego went to see what had him so distracted from something so important. you see grace, and diego looks confused, but you feel as if your heart just went soaring. she’ll be able to help five.

-

you sat in the silent room, picking at your nails as you stare at the equations all over the walls, things you could never understand no matter how hard you tried.

after getting grace’s help to remove the shrapnel and take care of the wound, you had calmed down significantly. your heart was no longer beating so fast that you could hear it, and you had controlled your breathing.

now, you sat, just waiting. allison and diego left to chase after another lead for where harold could be, and grace had left the room once five’s wound was clean. it was only you and him. and delores.

looking at the mannequin, you scrunch your nose up, tapping your fingers against your forearm. her lifeless eyes stared into your own, and you couldn’t stand it.

“what the hell are you looking at?” you hiss, glaring at the fake woman. it felt like she was mocking you, even if she wasn’t even alive. “you shouldn’t even be here. it’s not like you’re helping at all.”

you cross one leg over the other, leaning back in the chair you had claimed as you stared at her with narrowed eyes. “you’re just sitting there. you didn’t give him your blood, and you haven’t been the one helping him figure out how to stop the apocalypse. that’s all been me, not you.”

the silence is nearly deafening as you continue to stare into her eyes.

but you were a part of what got him here. you were a part of the reason he had shrapnel in his abdomen, causing this injury.

you sneer, lacing your fingers together and resting your hands on your knee. “i only set off a grenade. i didn’t put the shrapnel in him myself.”

silence, again. you realize then that you had been talking to the lifeless woman, and you groan loudly. all those years of solitude, you had been able to keep your sanity. now, it just may be slipping away.

“you’re only a mannequin.” you mutter, biting at your nail as you start to tap your foot. “soon enough, he’ll see that. he’ll realize that there are actual people around him, and it’ll be bye-bye delores!” you throw your hands up in the air, before you freeze in place.

quickly putting your arms down, you groan once again. “i am not going to do this.” you stand from the chair, moving around the bed and grabbing the plastic form, before throwing her into the wardrobe and shutting the doors on her. you sigh softly, “much better.”

-

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[loreweaver-universe]

And that’s the episode split.

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[ashestospace-fics]

There's always a little bit of time

Series: Wizards tales of arcadia

Pairing: Hisirdoux Casperan x Male reader

Part1/ ?

Word count:5,234

Summary: After a few Years out of the state for College. Claire's older brother comes back to Arcadia. Only to face the changes from the home town he grew up in, and the thinking time bomb that awaits for him and his new friends. Through out the way determine to help out a Punk wirzard and his Feline helper. They both end up discovering the only time they have left, they want to spend it with each other until the very end.

A/n: heads up, I'm mainly writing this for myself and my own enjoyment. And why not share it with the rest of y'all. I just love Douxie more than anything LOL

"How far away are you?"

Claire's cheerful voice bounce back into your earphones. After a few years away, you were finally coming back home to Arcadia from College. The view of the buildings you grew up with bringing you back nostalgia as you lean back on your spot from in the taxi. You couldn't help but grin even, buzzing with adrenaline as you tap your hand against your lap. "Not far now, I'm passing your school! Hoho Oh man, it looks the same. So around 10 minutes?" You could laugh at her scream of joy as you heard from the other line her fast footstep.

The idea of seeing your Little sister again had you excited. Weirdly enough, the bickering and fights and Chanclas threw at each other have been long forgotten. The idea of seeing your family once again was the only thing in your mind. And as you watch your taxi slowly approach the front of your house and saw the three figures standing on the porch, almost had your heart pumping out of your chest with a strong feeling of happiness. Not even letting the taxi driver say his farewell, you shoved a hand full of a tip in his hand as you jump out of the car with your bags on your shoulders

Bright smiles from your parents and sister as you jogged towards them. The rough sound of the bags falling as you extended your arms open towards Claire as she jumped at you for a bear hug. Both your Dad following along as he spun both of you in his arms as if you two were still little kids, Breaking into a fit of laughter together. "Ayh que fea, you look" it was the first thing that came out of your mouth as you look down at your sister.

"Hey! Really Y/n? that's the first thing you're going to say to me after being gone for so long?" Claire quickly protested. "Ayh Mijo, it's been so, long look, at you- did you dye your hair?" Your Dad caught himself up. Groaning loudly as your head fell back, Claire only laughs as you all let go of the embrace. Ignoring your Dad, you headed straight to your mother with open arms as she holds your little brother. "Hola ma, y little Enrique! Wow, he's so big" You gave her a side hug as and a kiss on the cheek as you pinch your little brother's nose. Her teary eyes quickly caught you off. "Aw ma, come on, The mayor shouldn't be crying-" you wince as she fanned her face.

"I know I know it's just, looked at you! My little boy is back home-"

"Mom please?"

It didn't take much of a few more tears here and there before you all went inside. The lively energy of the house was something you didn't know you needed from being far away from home. To the delicious smell of your Father's cooking, to your sister booming you with questions about college. Everything felt right at home once again. "I leave for a few years and, you're already copping me? The white streak in your hair looks rad," You pointed out as you sat down on the couch. Claire's smile fell slightly for a second as she pushed her hair back. "You wish heh, a lot...of things happened while you were away Y/n" there were such mixed feelings once she said that, your eyes following her hands as she played with them. You pushed her shoulder with your own.

"Hey, I know high school is horrible, but I'm here now for the long part. I was real entertain by your so-called magical adventures with that boyfriend of yours. Dad wouldn't stop calling me about it. What you put on his Arepas?" You joked at the memory, Claire's reaction the complete opposite as she jumps slightly from her spot on the couch. "What? Did he tell you? How much?" She grabbed your shoulders and shook you in distress. "I told them to wait! I wanted to show you firrsst ugh" she stretches her face as she fell back on the couch. You couldn't help but laugh at her reaction.

"What? The boyfriend part? You actually thought Dad and Mom were NOT going to tell me? Come on Claire, They both told me they hated him at first. Now they say his some-sort of a knight? It was hilarious. I think they were reading into those fake News of Arcadia," Feeling her froze in place, you looked up at her with a questionable expression. It was weird to see her overreact like this. "Right, boyfriend! Yeah, Jim, haha.., his great" she smiles at you brightly, squinting your eyes at her, you lean forward. "I smell secrets... What's up with your Romeo Claire? Is he acting weird? Do I need to give him a brotherly greeting?" Rubbing your knuckles together as you gave her a grin, she waved her arms around once again.

"Nonono Jim's great! He really is and, I know you'll get along with him just fine but, it's just that..." A deep sigh left her as she pushed her hair back. "I'll...show you tomorrow when everyone's around. This is serious and, I don't want to freak you out, okay? It's nothing bad!" She finishes up reassuring once your expression drops again. "Oh jeez Claire...uh okay, okay, uh sure. Anything that's going on, I can't handle it! I won't freak out if you don't," you pushed your shoulder against her's again. Both of you smile slightly at this. But the sudden worry didn't pass with whatever was going on with your family, especially your sister.

It wasn't like you didn't notice while being away. Of course, you did. You felt it every night as you study for terms. But right now you were back home to your home town. Where everything seemed so different but the same as always. The two of you stood in silence again as you watched t.v. Eyes focusing on the low-quality show as night soon followed. Parents upstairs with your younger brother, Finally deciding to go back to your old room and sleep the days trip off, once both of you got tired of watching the same telenovela the past hours. Saying your lazy good night's your, mind kept on wondering what was waiting up ahead now that you were back. What was the worry that your family and sister weren't telling you yet? That was all soon forgotten as you drifted off to sleep. You were greeted by your pillow, surroundings still the same as you left them years ago when you left. The soft smell of candles that your mom left on days before still lingering. It felt good to be back home, but the feeling of something greater up ahead came back to your mind.

"God, I feel like crying at this," you hummed loud as you took another sip of your coffee. Your mother laughed as she took her cup in her hand. "It's just Coffee Y/n" she gathers her things as she prepares to leave for work. Enrique sat next to you in his little chair. "Si Pero, like it's your Coffee Mom, it's not the same trust me" you place a hand on your chest as she rolled her eyes at you. "Thank you, honey, also for looking after Enrique. Claire will be back after school. I feel bad for leaving you with him just when you got back-" "Mami, it's fine, he is my little brother. I will take care of him all you need since I'm free now. And I'll take him out with me right, Enrique? Aventuras con tu Hermano? Yeaah, you want adventures with me" you wiggled your hand on his stomach, erupting in a fit of laughter you mother took one final sigh as she hugged you.

"Thank you, I will see you later, take care," you hummed once she gave you one final hug. Looking between the door closing behind her, you look back at Enrique. A small staring contest as he blabbers at you. "You know what? Great idea Enrique, We should totally go out," It felt stupid if you stay put in the house doing nothing at all. With so many things supposedly going on in Arcadia nowadays, there was no way you were going to keep missing what everyone kept bragging about to you while you left. So preparing everything in hand for Enrique, it took a lot of figuring out as you place him in the Car seat. Grateful that your old man left you his car for the time being.

"Alright, you seem set to-" a loud thumping sound fell behind you. Jumping at the sound, you turn around. A box had fallen, The sound of your heartbeat against your chest almost had you panting at the scare as you went to pick it up. "Weird...how did this even fell?" You stare at where it was. It was like something pushed it off the counter. It was pretty heavy as it is. "Okay weird..." You mumble once again to yourself as you set the box down and went back into the car, Not noticing the pair of eyes that watched you from behind the shelves. Watching you drove off into the Street. NotEnrique was still peculiar in too when Claire was going to let him bug you once she tells you everything.

The drive down the City felt quiet as you watched people pass by, Choosing to stop in the nearby park to walk around and see what's new. Enrique seemed excited to be out with you, the whole time blabbering as you push his baby cart. A few people here and there from the neighborhood say their hellos once they recognize you. 'the Mayor's son is back' or a 'y/n it's nice to see you back in town' It felt strange but good to see the same folk that you grew up with again. Things have changed that was for sure too, A lot of reconstruction from disasters, new shops here and there. The sound of your stomach slowly brought you back, cringing as Enrique look up at you. "Sorry, Enrique, maybe I should have eaten dad's breakfast," you sigh, stopping in your tracks as your eyes landed on a nearby Cafe. 

'bingo'

Making your way over, you felt your face heat up as you recognize some people here and there, their faces more surprise to you seeing you with a child might be giving the wrong idea. It was embarrassing to say as you waited in line, Grabbing your phone to distract yourself as the line move slowly. The day was going quicker than expected, your mind going back to whatever Claire needed to tell you. Multiple things came to mind, but you brush it off. Claire was always a good kid. Even if you two pick on each other, you would know if it was horrible. Still, you couldn't figure it out and, it was driving you insane internally the more you thought about it. You huff as you lean your head on the cart before standing up straight. It was your turn on the counter to order.

You push the cart forward, smiling at the lady as you looked up at the menu for a moment. "Hey, ill have...uh-" you caught yourself off as a stack of cups fell beside you. "Oh, fuzz buckets," you heard someone said as you looked down at the male who bent down to pick them up. "Douxie, really? Again?" The girl at the counter said in a disappointed tone. Crouching down, you help him pick the cups up.

"My bad, they were all too close, oh thank you-" he quiet down as he looked up at you. Hand grabbing the cups you held for him. "No problem Man," you simply said as you help him finish, his yellowish eyes still on you as you handed the last remaining cups. You eyed him from the side as he kept staring at you and down at Enrique with almost a puzzle look. The girl at the counter clearing her throat.

"Douxie, you're holding up the line..." His head shoots up as he looked back at her then at you. "Oh, right! Ha, my bad!" He says with a small nervous laugh as he went off behind the counter. A chuckle left your throat. That was a weirdly cute reaction. "So uh yeah, I'll just get a cup of coffee and a number 6," you ordered once you sat down at a table and placed Enrique in a buster sit in front of you. When you started to look around again, Your own e/c wandered over to the guy who dropped the cups. He had a punkish style, for sure, he was into music at a simple glance. His black hair had dye indigo tips. One thing was for sure, He was a looker. You weren't one to denied when someone was actually attractive. Even though he had such a black sense of style, you felt such a tranquility feeling emitting from him. It was weird, to say the least. 

"Pffft-" eyes went over to Enrique. A handful of his shoe in his mouth. "Wh- Enrique, what are you doing?" You blurted out laughing, fighting back between him and putting his leg down. You took a small video of it to send it to Clair or Mom. Every time you put his leg down, he pulls it back up. "Dude, what are you doing??" He just blabbers back at you. Someone else chuckle brought your attention to look over. It was the same guy from earlier with your order. "Foods here?" He simply said with a smile to you. You smiled back slightly as he places the food down in front of you. It all looked delicious, "thanks," "not a problem," he turns around to leave before slowly turning over to you again. His fist pressing against his palm as you looked up to the ceiling before at you. "Hey, uh, weird question?"

"Depends how weird it is," you said back, smiling again at his sudden interest. He chuckled back at your statement, "Well, are you Claire's older brother by any chance? I can be assuming since you're with Enrique or, or you're just the Babysitter," he lifted his hands in defense. You raised a brow at him. How did he know that? You expected any older person to mention you because of your Mother. But from your sister? You imagine at least someone younger. This guy is clearly around your age. "Heh, yeah, I'm her brother, how do you know my little sis?" You lean on the table with a hand supporting your head as you look at him. Suspicions on your tone, he seemed to catch up as he rubbed his neck. He seemed so calm about it. 

"Oh, meet her back in the school while I was putting fliers for the battle of the bands. She's really good at the bass. She told me you teach her how to play? You must be a good teacher" you press your lips together, heat raises to your face for a moment. "Yeah, I thought her here and there, most of the things she learn on her own," you fidget with your cup of coffee. 

"you in a band?" you asked with a raised brow at him. 

"yep, play the bass and other instruments here and there," he responded. 

You open your mouth to speak again, "I'm Y/n by the way.  I don't know how much Claire told you," you chuckled off the sudden nerves. Why were you nervous? You didn't know, it wasn't like you haven't talked to new people all the time in college.

"Douxie, and don't worry, nothing so bad. You were the only thing she was talking about these past few days. Never seen anyone so excited to see their sibling." You chuckle again, "uh yeah, it's been a few years since I left, so I imagine with how she is," you motion to the chair next to you. Thinking he might be getting tired of just standing in one place. You thought he was going to deny the invitation. Since he did seem like he was still working, but instead, he grabbed the chair, turn it, and sat down. "I imagine I was gonna meet you later today, not in the middle of dropping every cup in the store" you both laugh, he went over to look at Enrique. "Claire is happy to see you back, you know? she's was real nervous,"

You sigh at this, "yeah, and I still don't know why. Though, I thought it was about her boyfriend but looks like it's not. Do you know what it is? It just haves me worry for her" Douxie stood still as Enrique grabbed his finger. "Uh...well I do know, but I think she should be the one to tell you or well show you first" you groan again as you head drop back. "Awe comes on man, it can not be that serious for her and like everyone to hide it. What is she hiding a body?" You waved your hands. Douxie waved a hand as he lowers your own. "Okay, okay, what do you know about the weird news of our City?" You gave him a puzzled look as he smiles at you in return, amusement was written all over in his eyes. 

It was weird, the sudden light feeling in your chest. He was so calming in a way you didn't know how to explain. Now that you think about it, you almost miss his accent. "News? You mean the so-called end of the world that happened, in where creatures came out of the ground and aliens appear type of News?" You scoff, He only gave you a little nod. "What? You're not trying to tell me that really happen, are you?" You squinted your eyes at him. He waved a hand at you, "Hey, hey, I know it sounds crazy, but if I were to prove it. Would you believe it?" You press your lips together again.

Okay, maybe this was weirder, prove it? Sounded like a cryptic fanatic, but still... "Only if it involves my sis, or are you just trying to ask me out?" You raised a brow at him. He seemed shocked for a second before brushing it off with another smile. "Maybe, one of the two or both. But mainly so you don't faint when we get all together annnnndd, so you don't get embarrassed, " he grins as he extended his hand. "You can think about it while you finish or you know. Freak out later" he shrugged, now you were looking at him more intently. 

Going with a stranger right at the bat once you got back home might not be the best decision you had ever made. But you needed to know what was going on with your family. So you agree, like any mad man who had nothing else to lose. Both of you agree to meet up later, once he was done with work and when both your parents were back at home to look after Enrique. Something felt off not seeing Claire right at the bat after school, she would be home by now, but she texted she was getting everyone ready. Or everything ready, for the big surprise, as she suddenly put it. It has to be special if she's taking so much time for it. So here you were now outside a library where Douxie told you to meet up. A part of you wanted to ask yourself why you even agree to this. Was he just going to show you a theory room of cryptics? It wasn't like you weren't into those things, you love it actually,  but right now, it didn't felt like the right time for you to geek out. Taking a deep inhale as you step in, hands in your pockets as you looked around. It was empty.

"Douxie?" You called out as you walk around. Books everywhere, you ran your finger on the cover of an old one that lay on a table. Whatever language it was, you didn't understand a lick of it. Eyes trail up until you were meet with bright yellow ones staring back at you. You let out a curse under your breath as you looked at the cat in surprise.

" Oh jeez, since when are you there little guy?" You place a hand on your chest, trying to ease your heart as you approach it. The feline walks around, avoiding your touch.

"May I help you?" You look around the shop. There wasn't anyone there, but you swore you heard someone.

"Hello?" You blurt out again, "Uh, Douxie?" Okay, a part of you was starting to regret how creepy things were getting. Maybe you were overthinking it.

"Oh, of course, you'll be looking for him, he's in the back," the voice came from in front of you. Turning your head slowly you stare down at the black feline. Now noticing it was... wearing glasses? No way did it just talk.

"Di...did you just talk?..." You whisper out as you stood up straight.

"Of course- oooh... oh no" The cat seemed to regret his choices on speaking now, watching you slowly back away.

"Okay, maybe drinking so much coffee has finally gotten to m-" you jump slightly as two hands hold into your shoulders.

"Y/n?" You looked back at golden eyes staring at you worried.

"Douxie, I think I finally lost it with the coffee-" you blurt out with a nervous laugh.

In return, he just looked down at the cat in front of you two.

"Archie, I warned you Claire's brother was stopping by first!" He scolded the cat, who just seemed to wince as he walked around again.

"Yes, but you can't blame me for not knowing it was him, everyone is used to this-"

"Oh, Virgen Santa, he is still talking. You're talking to him, how is he talking? Did I hit my head? and you two are a dream?" You blurt out rubbing your temples as you backed away.

"Y/n, you need to calm down. Remember when I told you about proving you about the weird things? Well, Archie over there is not even the tip of the iceberg" Douxie scratch his neck as he pointed at the cat again.

Now it was your turn to stay quiet and still as you look at him. Then back at the cat who stares back at you. You inhale deeply as they both waited for you to take a moment.

"Okay...so talking cat....this is what Claire is making a fuss about, or are all those weird stories are something about ten times bigger in where I might have my jaw on the floor?" You mumble out..

Douxie opens his mouth before closing it, eyes trailing all over the place as he started to count.

"Uhhh yep, it will just get even more jaw-breaking when Claire tells her story of her adventures" Douxie motion for you to follow him.

A part of you question why you even follow him, how could this get even more insane. Your brain was all over the place, as you remember the News and pictures online. Another part of you wanted to doubt everything still.

"Adventures? Oh god, please don't tell me my sister somehow got caught in weird alien adventures," you groan as you followed him up the second floor. Eyes looking back at the cat every second as if it were to try and eat you.

"Complete opposite, more of Magic and less of the alien part,"

"Say what now?" You blurt out.

Douxie stops in front of you, extending his hand. Looking down at it, you took it slowly with a raised brow. The sound of ticking was greeted to your ears, as you watched the bracelet in his wrist illuminate, a blue light surrounded his arm. Your eyes meet with his again, It was all a sight to see. It was like all that energy was coming from him as bits of his hair flew up. It was tranquil, like a quiet river. You felt completely mesmerized by him. 

"Magic is a basic element that has been on this planet for centuries, Arcadia luckily is a hot zone for creatures and the supernatural. It just so happens that your sister and her friends ended up saving this planet more than once with it." Your eyes were blown wide as things started floated around the room.

"I know this is a lot to take Y/n, but Claire doesn't want to scare you away. She's has done amazing things! And she realllllllly wants to share it with you. And as her teacher, I thought, I'll give a little hand to show you first" you were still blown away with everything. The things that were floated around slowly descended back down on the table and shelves. You look down at both your hands. They were so much bigger than yours.

"W..wha- okay holy cow, give me like a second" you pushed your hair back. Your heart was beating against your ears with adrenaline. You pulled your hand away as you walked around the room before standing in front of him. Douxie stares down at with a nervous smile. Archie, watching everything from his spot where he sat down. Who knew what overcame the wizard to show you before his sister did. He didn't know and didn't want to ask himself where and why the sudden urge took over.

"Okay...magic..is a thing okay that is stupidly cool and I feel like a kid reading his books, but I need to ask, what are you? And you said, teacher? Teaching my sister what? Magic?? You telling me Claire knows how to do magic???" You got closer and closer to him as you spoke. Nose almost touching even as you pin him behind a bookshelf with questions.

Douxies' face didn't fail to go a light pink as he put his hands on your shoulders. Looking to the side to clear his throat, he felt his chest twist at your amazed expression, that he felt like he almost blackout at your question.

"Okay, so I'm a wizard and yes, and yes two both question," he pulled himself not to tilt his head as you look down at the floor.

"Ah...okay, uh, that's crazy but amazing. Also, holy cow again and holy cow and, she didn't call me? She's so gonna get it! How do you do all of that though, is it with that thing in your wrist-" you couldn't help you own curiosity and excitement. Hands darting to grab his own as question fell from your lips like a mantra.

Douxie looks back at Archie, who was just as wide eye as him. You were taking it better than expected, the freak out was short. But Douxie couldn't help but smile ever so slightly at you. In curiosity to learn the unknown, you and Claire had it the same. You didn't even notice that it was a full-on 20 minutes of you rambling and Douxie listening to you. Not once, bothered on how your hand flicker with his bracelet. And how gentle and light it felt against his hand and fingers.

"And can you li-.....oh...oh damn it did I went into a rambling parade?" You blurt out once you notice the sun was starting to set.

"Yeah, but it's fine, I expected you to ask questions. It's the norm of thins things," He laughs it off, both of you feeling heat reach your ears once you finally let go of his hand.

"Sorry about that hah, I still can't believe Claire didn't tell me Like this is insane!" you threw your hands to the air.

"It's gonna get even more insane once you meet some of our friends, trust me," Douxie reassure you. The weird feeling was back, something like that would have you freak out more, But for some reason, it just didn't, like it didn't felt like much of a surprise somehow deep down.

"Can't wait....So...it's the cat, like your-" you trail off slightly, the idea of how this could get more insane was something your mind was still trying to deal with.

"Archie? he's my familiar" both look over at the cat that head raises to look at the two.

"Oh, he's your little assistant," you smile cheekily. He gave you an insulting scoff in return.

"Wizard Associate, thank you very much, Mister Nuñez," Archie corrected as he hops from where he stood.

"Ah, sorry?" You laugh slightly, both of you leaning from a bookshelf.

It fell silent for a moment as you stare up to the ceiling.

"You okay Y/n?" Douxie asked.

"Yeah, just thinking about how crazy my day went and wondering how crazier is going to get now that everything I heard might be true. And what would have happened if I was actually here..." You hummed slightly as you titled your head to look over at Douxie.

"You're pretty cool Douxie, hey if I do end up fainting to whatever my sister shows me, do NOT let her draw on my face or take pictures" you pointed at him with squinted eyes. He places a hand on his chest as he lifted the other one.

"Hey, I promise that I will try and stop her. Claire is way sneaky that you think," Douxie said as if he remembers something horrible before cringing at the thought.

"I know, one time she put glue on my shoes," you groan loudly as you let your head rollback.

Douxie laughs "What? Didn't think she'll be the type of kid".

"Oh, trust me, she was horrible, but I guess so was I," you shrugged off as you chuckle slightly. Douxie crosses his arms as he sighs. You look back at him, catching him staring down at you. Both of you didn't say anything or look away for that brief moment.

The sound of your phone going off alerted both of you, looking down at your new message. It was Claire telling you to come over to where high schoolers used to go for bond fires in an hour. You look out to the nearby window. The sun was going down quickly.

"I guess that's her sign that she's ready for me to see her magical secret" you stretch your arms as you put your phone away.

"Yep, you mind if I take a trip with ya? Since we'll she sent me the text, that's she's ready...and we'll we are going to the same place..." he trails off. Archie rolled his eyes at him as he jumps behind Douxie.

"He doesn't have a car" Archie added as he went between Douxies legs. Your smile dared to grow at Douxies' sudden flustered expression.

"Archie-"

"His bike is very much broken down-"

"Archie!-"

"Hey it's fine, I don't mind. You can come with" you bump shoulders with him, trying to give him a reassuring smile as you walked down the stairs. Douxie closely following behind as both of you made it outside. Guess it was time to see what type of friends Claire has made while you were away.