#Claire x ofc

[selmasemlan]

Epic encounters - A Marcel Gerard FanFic

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This is a story about a girl, who finds herself in a world filled with all sorts of powerful creatures. And while she's at it, she meets a prince trying to become a king. And their love would be known by all.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Univers: Crossover of The Vampire Diaries + Teen Wolf (+ very lightly Supernatural)

Author note: I'll try to put everything in chronological order of the story. This will include random moments in the lives of Luna and Marcel. It's a story about two individuals in love who grow together and separately as people. With some changes, the plot will follow the shows Teen Wolf and The Originals. There will be a lot of original (my own) plot.

If you guys have any requests for this series, let me know. I'm open to everything.

Warning: Elena bashing (never liked her, so won't even pretend here), angst, light Scott bashing (have a hate-love to him), softness of soft, series situations and conversations, PTSD, mental health, betrayal, mention of abuse and harassment.

Info about the universe

Info we have right now

Couples in Marcel x Luna Universe

The Story

Before season 3 of Teen Wolf and season 3 of The Vampire Diaries

Crash into something epic - The First Meeting

Summary: Stefan, facing his mortality, implores Damon to promise to spend the summer with Luna for her happiness. Reluctantly agreeing, Damon and Luna's journey to New Orleans unfolds, leading to an unexpected encounter with Marcel Gerard, marking the beginning of a potentially life-changing adventure.

Serendipity in the Crescent City

Summary: Marcel knows there is something between him and Luna, he just needs a chance.

Echoes of Love

Summary: Marcel asks Luna about her past before the Salvatores

Be mine

Summary: In the enchanting summer air of New Orleans, Marcel and Luna's deepening friendship blossoms into a romantic relationship when Marcel asks Luna to be his girlfriend

Summer Rain and Promises

Summary: Luna is leaving for Beacon Hills

During Season 3 of Teen Wolf and Season 3 of The Vampire Diaries

The Bond That Isn't Broken

Summary: Damon and Luna team up to fix the problems Stefan has caused.

Winterbreak Breakfast Bickering

Summary: It´s winterbreak, and the Salvatore siblings are having breakfast.

Too Soon, But So Right

Summary: A night that almost leads to more, but those that wait, never wait too long

One call away

Summary: A video call between Luna and Marcel brings comfort and love, bridging the distance between them on a challenging day.

Revelation in the Woods

Summary: Deucalion lets Luna know what she is

Confrontation Under the Moonlight

Summary: Luna shows Deucalion who she is and who she will always be

Introducing the partner to the brothers

Summary: Luna introduces Stiles and Isaac to Marcel

Shadows of Betrayal

Summary: Possessed by the Nogitsune, Luna unleashes a wave of dark energy against her friends, her vision blurred and actions twisted by a sinister force. In a moment of lucidity, she pleads for a way to stop the destruction, but Scott's harsh decision to knock her out leaves Isaac determined to save her, his heart heavy with sorrow and resolve.

Luna's Triumph Over Shadows

Summary: In a harrowing mental battle against the Nogitsune, Luna Salvatore confronts her deepest fears and emerges victorious, fortified by her inner strength and the unwavering support of her loved ones. Her resolve to face the future is strengthened, knowing she is no longer alone in her fight against the darkness.

During season 1 of The Originals, season 4 of Teen Wolf and a little of season 4 of The Vampire Diaries

In the Arms of New Orleans Part 2

Summary: Stefan and Rebekah rush Luna to Marcel's arms in New Orleans after a near-fatal attack, finding solace and protection in his embrace.

The Tension of Departure

Summary: Leaving Beacon Hills is necessary, but not everyone feels the same.

Playing Cupid - Damon x Bonnie

Summary: When your siblings decide to play cupid, but it doesn't go as planned

Playing Cupid 2

Summary: Over winter break, Luna, Stiles, and Isaac visit Mystic Falls and, while staying with Damon and Stefan Salvatore, they concoct humorous and heartfelt plans to bring Stefan and Rebekah together.

Sibling Shenanigans: Breakfast Edition

Summary: All the siblings are having breakfast and gang up on Damon

4 moments Luna flinched

Summary: 4 moments where Luna shows how her trauma effects her in her everyday life

Dreams coming true

Summary: The cure discussion continues, and it turns out Luna knows more than she thinks

Protecting Those We Care About

Summary: Luna confronts Elena for manipulating her brothers and endangering Kol. Fueled by anger and loyalty, she protects her family, forcing Elena to retreat in defeat.

Anchored in Love

Summary: With Luna being free of her responsibilities in Beacon Hills, she´s unsure what to do with herself

During season 2 of The Originals

The Queen of New Orleans

Summary: As Elijah tries to make peace across the supernatural community of New Orleans, an important factor joins the game

Moonlight in New Orleans

Summary: Marcel and Luna share a tender, moonlit dance in his New Orleans loft, finding solace and reaffirming their love amidst the city's vibrant energy and their own recent turmoil.

Exes

Summary: In a cozy evening setting, Luna playfully prompts Marcel to share about his past relationships, leading to a heartfelt conversation where they both open up about their exes and reflect on the importance of trust and respect in their budding romance.

A trip to France

Summary: A trip to Paris with the troublesome trio, leaders to, you guessed it, trouble.

Moonlight and Warrior

Summary: When did Luna go from Sunshine to Moonlight, a nickname conversation.

Moonlight Conversations

Summary: A conversation about the future shows us how much Marcel and Luna love each other.

Coming Back to Beacon Hills

Summary: Luna returns to Beacon Hills after months away, drawn by a sense of unease and her bond with Stiles. She quickly discovers tensions within her old group, especially surrounding Theo’s manipulative presence.

Unexpected guests

Summary: Luna, Isaac, and Stiles cause chaos in hers and Marcel’s loft, leading to a humorous confrontation when Marcel returns home.

The Brothers Meet Marcel: Salvatore Style

Summary: Luna's big brothers are visiting and finally getting an introduction to the guy they´ve heard so much about.

Brotherly Bonds and Bourbon Confessions

Summary: Damon asks the important question, making it clear that if Luna is hurt, Marcel isn't safe

During season 3 of The Originals

Trouble in Paradise

Summary: Our favourite family goes on a family vacation together.

Reunited at Marcel's Loft

Summary: Luna and Marcel, reunited in the warmth of his loft after time apart, share a deeply emotional and intimate night, reaffirming their unbreakable bond through tender embraces, passionate kisses, and whispered declarations of love.

​​The Calm Before the Full Moon

Summary: Klaus has a ranting session with Luna

Art Exhibit

Summary: We meet a familiar face, someone Luna thought she would never have to see again.

Dance of Shadows

Summary: The Strix has arrived, and Marcel and Luna face them together.

Fighting for you

Summary: Luna confronts Marcel over his secrecy, leading to a heartfelt exchange about trust and shared burdens.

Luna Helps Davina Find Strength

Summary: Luna and Davina have a sit down

A Parents approval 

Summary: In the depths of the Mikaelson mansion, Luna's earnest defense of Marcel's loyalty leads to a rare moment of understanding and approval between Klaus and Marcel, ultimately strengthening their bond and affirming Luna's place in the family.

The Safehouse Gathering

Summary: Crazy red hairs and prophesies, a plan needs to be made

Danger

Summary: Luna, Stiles, and Isaac break into Lucien's apartment to uncover his secrets, but their mission turns perilous when he unexpectedly returns.

Late Night Call

Summary: Of course, Luna is going to involve and update her favourite Original.

Babysitting Hope

Summary: Luna and Marcel get to babysit and Klaus gets to see a side of Marcel that he has never seen before.

Not like this

Summary: Luna is worried that it´s too dangerous

A Sibling Reunion

Summary: The team is trying to make a plan when they get an unexpected visit.

The Strix’s Plan Unfolds

Summary: The enemy plans are in play, and our team, in alliance with the Originals, work against it.

Sacrifice

Summary: Luna and Marcel are trying to save Davina, Freya and Elijah only care for their own, so our super couple step up

Promises Made

Summary: A tense evening unfolds as Luna's deep anxiety leads her to urge Marcel to take extreme precautions before a dangerous meeting, fearing for his safety and their future together.

Near death's door (Part 2 of Promises Made)

Summary: Luna's worst fears almost come true as she and Klaus face a terrifying moment of grief, but luck is still on their side

Mercy only for her

Summary: Elijah's betrayal cuts deep, but Luna’s mercy holds Marcel back. Tensions rise as the Mikaelsons face the consequences of fractured loyalty and unspoken truths.

A Family United

Summary: After everything, the family is finally united and all is good and well

Final Arc

A Night of Possibilities

Summary: Marcel has a question to ask and needs an answer

Family Dinner Surprise

Summary: Family dinners are always fun, but you can always have more fun

Our future

Summary: The future is near, and Luna has some news to share

Epilogue

Summary: At the end of it all, it is all about the journey and the goal.

[dumb-zombie-girl]

I'm writing a supernatural fix it fic in my notes app and when i get done would anyone be interested in me posting it on here?

[coco-bean-1218]

Well-Behaved Women Never Make History

Chapter Two: When Blue Met Brown

Chapter Soundtrack

Summary: Claire arrives at Camp Toccoa, where her fate will be decided.

A/N: Hi, everyone! I am back from my unexpected hiatus. I'm very excited about this chapter, and I hope you all are, too. As always, feel free to like, comment, and reblog! I hope everyone enjoys it!

Warnings: Swearing, period-typical behavior, crude behavior towards Claire

Taglist: @whollyjoly @footprintsinthesxnd @panzershrike-pretz @xxluckystrike

June 6, 1942 Camp Toccoa, Georgia 5 p.m. Eastern Time ---

“Okay, I can do this," Claire muttered to herself.

Claire stood outside the entrance, in front of the sign that read Camp Toccoa, Georgia, searching for the confidence to go in. The young woman clutched her luggage handle with sweaty palms, her stomach twisting with nervous energy.

She fidgeted with her blouse and skirt, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles and adjusting her luggage for the hundredth time. Her heart raced as she thought about the rigorous training that awaited her in the army. Claire knew she had to push past her nerves and doubts if she wanted to succeed as a combat medic. As she stood alone, lost in her thoughts, she was suddenly jolted back to reality by footsteps approaching from behind.

“Oh shit,” Claire thought anxiously, “This better not be an MP.”

“Staying or going?” the voice next to her asked.

As she turned towards the voice, her eyes landed on a man who seemed to be her age. He stood tall, with a slim build and a clean-shaven face. The late afternoon sun glinted off his dark hair, highlighting his twinkling brown eyes. Like her, he clutched onto his belongings tightly and had one bag sitting on the ground beside him. She breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he wasn't an MP like she feared.

“Staying.” Claire finally replied, “At least I think so.”

"I'm James," he introduced himself with a friendly smile, extending his hand. Claire took a deep breath and shook it firmly, feeling a sense of warmth in his touch. "James Alley."

"Claire O'Connor," she replied, matching his smile with one of her own.

“Are you a nurse here?” He asked.

Combat medic,” she replied with a slight edge to her voice, not looking away from the entrance.

James shifted awkwardly. “Oh, my mistake...So, what company are you in?” he asked nervously, trying to recover.

"Easy Company," Claire answered confidently, finally meeting his gaze again.

The young man's face lit up with a warm smile."So am I. You're the first person I've met from Easy." He laughed, a hint of dryness in his voice. "Should've gotten here earlier."

He fidgeted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "How long have you been standing here?" 

Claire glanced around before answering, "'Bout ten minutes.

James picked up his bags. “Well, you might as well walk with me.” He then nodded towards the entrance. “C’mon.”

Claire picked up her luggage and followed her new friend through the gates, past a row of wooden buildings, and into a bustling camp.

As they walked into Camp Toccoa, Claire's senses were immediately bombarded with the sights and sounds of soldiers moving about. The barracks were lined up in neat rows, flags fluttered in the breeze, and there was a constant stream of voices calling out to one another. Claire couldn't help but feel small and out of place amid the hustle and bustle. Alley looked just as overwhelmed.

“What do we do now?” Alley asked.

Claire shrugged, "I'm guessing we need to find where we're supposed to check in?"

"Yeah, wherever that may be," Alley muttered

Claire gestured to the left. "I don't know...let's try going this way." 

The two of them started walking in the direction Claire had pointed out. As they continued through the camp, Claire became aware of how immense Toccoa was and felt small, as if she were wandering alone in a dense, shadowy forest. Walking behind Alley, she noticed a large group of soldiers—seven, to be exact. Even from a distance, their boisterous behavior and loud voices were enough to make her uneasy. 

“Oh, fuck,” she muttered under her breath.

“What’s the matter?” Alley asked her.

She shook her head. “Nothing, let's keep going.” She quickened her pace, wanting to avoid any potential trouble that might come from being near them.

Claire kept her eyes fixed on the ground, counting each step she took. She could feel the curious glances of the other recruits burning into her skin, but she knew she couldn't let their stares get to her. If she were to make it, she had to prove herself capable and strong. As a young woman in a camp full of grown men, she had reasons to be apprehensive. Therefore, she didn’t want to engage with the group unless necessary.

Unfortunately, as she walked by, everything began.

Someone whistled at her. One yelled, “Hey, look, it’s a broad!” Another yelled something along the lines of, “Oh, yeah!” or, “Hell yeah!” Claire really couldn’t tell with all the commotion. Someone else yelled, “Hey there, beautiful!” Another just cackled at the other four, which only provoked them more. However, when she glanced back, two of the men were simply watching and didn't engage in the crude behavior.

If she rolled her eyes anymore, they would go to the back of her skull. She had two options: walk away or confront them. She would have likely walked away if it were just some unknown boys on the street. But, these were individuals she needed to interact with in the future and could potentially save their lives, so she squared her shoulders and prepared to confront them.

With her head held high and a confident sway to her hips, she marched over to the group, leaving Alley in her wake. As she approached, she crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes, projecting an intimidating aura that dared anyone to challenge her.

Among the group, there was a red-haired man with dimples, a shorter man biting his lip to hold back laughter, a man with dark hair who seemed disinterested, a lanky one with thick, dark hair, another with sharp features that suggested he could throw a punch, a young-looking boy who kept winking at her, and finally a tall boy with piercing blue eyes. Her intense gaze locked onto his, but he couldn't meet it for long. He quickly averted his eyes and stared at the ground, feeling a flush of embarrassment spread across his cheeks.

“Well, this is some group,” she thought to herself as she observed the seven before her, “A real bunch of jokers is what they are.”

She shifted her weight to one leg and took a deep breath, the sound of frustration escaping her lips. “There something you need to say to me?” 

The first five, Claire dubbed the ‘rowdy ones,’ stared at the ground, trying to contain their laughter. The other two avoided eye contact with her and exchanged glances.

She leaned in closer. “What is it?” You don’t know what to say when a girl has bigger balls than you, doesn’t take your shit, and stands up for herself?”

They were silent now.

“Thought so,” With a satisfied smirk, she confidently strutted off with Alley at her heels. Claire felt a sense of satisfaction with what she had accomplished in the mere ten minutes she had been here.

The red-headed man chuckled, “Well, I'll be damned,” he exclaimed.

“Wasn’t expecting all that,” the shorter one laughed, gesturing towards Claire.

“Hey! Hey! Buddy, come here!” the skinny one called out to Alley.

Alley sighed and begrudgingly walked back toward the group, “Yeah?”

“So, tell us, what’s the deal with girly?” the tough-looking one asked.

As Alley shrugged his shoulders and began explaining how they had just arrived at Camp Toccoa together, the blue-eyed boy found himself lost in thought. He wondered what it would be like to have a conversation with this girl, to discover more about her beyond her fiery attitude and unwavering confidence. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him, this curiosity that was slowly growing within.

“Hey, watcha lookin’ at, Grant?” one asked, nudging him in the side.

“Nothing.” he snapped back.

“Uh-huh, sure,” the youngest of the group replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at his friend's obvious interest in Claire.

Grant's cheeks flushed red, and he quickly averted his gaze from his friends. He couldn't deny that there was something about Claire that had captivated him, but he didn't want to admit it either. He was always known as the level-headed one, the guy who didn't let distractions get in the way of his focus. But there was an indisputable spark within him that had been ignited the moment he locked eyes with her.

As soon as he gained a sense of boldness, Grant found himself chasing after her. He couldn't let her go without at least trying to make things right.

Claire quickened her stride, relieved to be away from the group. Yet she couldn’t help but feel guilty that the group had summoned Alley back.

“Excuse me, miss?” She heard someone call out as they ran up to her.

She stopped in her tracks, “Jesus Christ,” she murmured as she rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. She anticipated encountering one of the other boys, but to her surprise, it was the quiet one.

Claire cocked her head to the side, piercing him with a sharp gaze. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest, and her voice carried a steely edge, "Yes?"

Grant shuffled nervously, his hands fidgeting at his sides. He glanced up at her, trying to compose himself before speaking.

“Hi, there. I...uh... just wanted to apologize on behalf of my friends. They’re a bunch of idiots and shouldn’t have acted that way,” he said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. He glanced over at his rowdy friends, who were still causing a scene.

Claire wasn’t impressed, “So, why aren’t they apologizing?

“Um, well,” he stammered, meeting her eyes with a mixture of apology and nervousness. "I thought it would be more sincere if I apologized instead."

"Well, it's not your fault they're idiots," she replied, her voice softening slightly.

He nodded, relieved by her response. "Still, I should have stepped in and stopped them from harassing you."

She quirked an eyebrow, her expression guarded “Mm.”

“My name’s Grant. Charles Grant,” he introduced himself, extending a hand towards her. 

A faint smile tugged at her lips as she returned the gesture, “Claire O’Connor.”

Claire studied Grant closely, taking in his tall stature and young features. Despite his attempts to remain calm and composed, she could see the way he was shaking slightly, the way his cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment.

It was clear to her that Grant was a man who was not accustomed to being rattled, but there was something about her that had thrown him off balance. In a way, it was oddly refreshing to know that even the strong and confident could be knocked off their feet sometimes.

She had to admit that Grant was undeniably handsome, the way his golden brown hair was neatly side-parted, not a strand out of place. Her gaze was drawn to his mesmerizing eyes, which resembled the clear blue sky on this warm Georgia afternoon. And she found herself unable to look away from him.

"Oh no, Claire, this is not why you're here. We are not doing this again. Remember what happened last time," she scolded herself.

“I’m guessing you’re here to be a nurse or a medic?” Grant inquired.

“Combat medic, yes,” she confirmed. “I know some French from high school, so I’m hoping they might make me a translator, as well."

Grant nodded, impressed by her intelligence and multitasking abilities. "That's impressive."

Claire glanced around the camp, "You wouldn't happen to know where the check-in is?"

“Yeah, I do. I’ll show you if you’d like,” Grant offered.

She graciously accepted and led the way with Grant close behind. Of course, the group of boys behind them caught sight of this and started pushing and shoving each other, their voices rising in excited hollers.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?” he inquired politely.

"Detroit, Michigan. How about you?" she responded.

"Southern California," he answered with a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

"Is that so?" she exclaimed, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "I've always been fond of California. I vacationed there once."

Grant smiled. "Looks like we're both city kids.”

“I suppose we are," she nodded.

As they rounded the corner, a quaint wooden building came into view. "Here we are," Grant announced.

After expressing her gratitude for his assistance, she turned towards the building. She paused for a moment to glance back at him before entering. He stayed outside, waiting patiently. Feeling a bit awkward, he tried to distract himself by taking in his surroundings.

The door creaked as she pushed it open, revealing a cramped room with peeling paint and a musty smell. She noticed a person she presumed to be an officer lounging in a chair behind a desk.

She nervously cleared her throat. “Uh, excuse me, sir?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m here to check in, sir.”

“Name?” the man asked.

“Claire Renée O’Connor. I’m here to be a medic.”

Not expecting to see her, the man nearly fell out of his seat when he heard this. To which Claire, of course, had to look out the window next to her to stop herself from laughing at his reaction.

After composing himself, he cleared his throat. “Just a moment, please.”

The man turned and walked back to another room behind him. “Hey, Dick, she’s here.”

Returning to the office, he introduced himself as Lieutenant Lewis Nixon. He extended his hand to Claire, who shook it firmly while trying to hide her nerves.

Another man walked into the office. He was tall with red hair. He offered his hand and introduced himself as Lieutenant Richard Winters.

“You must be Miss Claire O’Connor?”

“Yes, sir, I am,” she nodded and shook his hand too.

“Pleasure to meet you.” He handed her a thick stack of papers and a pen. “Please review these documents, verify everything is correct, and sign.”

"Certainly," Claire quickly scanned the pages, her eyes darting back and forth as she checked each line for any errors. After a few minutes, she confidently signed her name at the bottom of the last page.

“You’ll be assigned to Second Platoon, Private.”

She nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“Here’s your gear: Dress uniform, PT gear, combat uniform, helmet, utility belt, dog tags, and boots,” Winters explained as he handed her each thing. The pile was so tall that she couldn't see over it.

“Welcome to the Airborne, Private,” Winters said, his voice booming and filled with pride.

“Thank you, sir," Claire saluted.

Claire left the building with her stack of gear, stepping out into the humid air. Grant was still standing there, waiting for her, but was now rolling up his sleeves to gain relief from the heat. He turned to see Claire carrying her vast stack of newly acquired gear.

"Here, let me help you with that," he offered as he walked towards her. 

A flicker of appreciation danced across Claire's eyes. "I appreciate that," she admitted, "but I can handle myself just fine."

Grant's lips curled up into a small smile. "I believe that," he said, "But, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn't offer my help?"

Claire hesitated for a moment, considering Grant's offer. She wanted to be more independent, to not rely on anyone else for help; she had done that for too long in her life. But there was something about Grant's genuine kindness that made her reconsider.

Claire sighed, "He is really sweet," she said to herself, "Maybe I should give him a chance."

"Alright, fine," she gave in as she handed him the stack and continued carrying her luggage.

Grant's smile widened at Claire's acceptance of his offer. He carefully took the stack of gear from her, making sure not to drop anything. 

"Thank you, Claire said softly, "I do really appreciate it. I didn't mean to sound cold."

Grant shook his head, a gentle laugh escaping his lips. "No worries, I understand the need for independence. So, what platoon are you in?" he asked.

"Second," she replied.

"So am I. I'll show you where the barracks are." Grant said, genuinely pleased by the coincidence.

Grant walked alongside Claire, each step in sync with the other. As they made their way through the bustling camp, Claire tried to keep her gaze ahead, focusing on the dirt path in front of her. But no matter how hard she tried, her eyes kept drifting toward him. His stride was confident, his posture strong, and there was a subtle grace to the way he carried himself. She wondered what stories lay behind those kind eyes, what experiences shaped him into the man he is today.

"You know, you didn't have to wait for me back there. I could've made it around on my own," Claire said, her voice laced with curiosity.

Grant shrugged, "I wanted to. You know, I was in your shoes just this morning when I first arrived." 

Claire raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Grant's admission. "You were lost too?" she asked, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Grant chuckled, nodding as they continued walking. "Oh, definitely. I must have taken every wrong turn possible before finally finding my way around this place. I'm still not exactly sure we're going in the right direction."

Claire laughed for the first time since she left home, the sound echoing through the camp, drawing the attention of nearby soldiers. Grant's face lit up with joy at the sound of Claire's laughter. It was contagious, filling him with a newfound sense of ease. He found himself yearning to hear it again and again, to be the one responsible for that joyful sound.

"I appreciate your kindness," Claire replied sincerely. "Most of the guys my age I've encountered haven't been nearly this nice."

Grant smiled warmly at her. "Well, they don't know what they're missing out on then," he said. "You seem like a force to be reckoned with." 

Never in a million years would Grant have pictured himself running after a girl, especially one he hadn't even spoken to, and being so open with her. Having never felt this way around someone was a strange feeling for him. But, here he was, now befriending her.

Claire nodded, though a part of her couldn't fully trust Grant's words. She couldn't let his words fill her head with false hope, especially when the odds were stacked against her.

As they neared the busier parts of the camp, many of the soldiers they walked past shot Claire curious yet dirty looks, sizing her up with judgment and skepticism. She could feel their eyes on her, questioning her presence amongst them, and some began whistling at her.

"Aren't you afraid they'll tease you for helping me?" 

"Afraid? Not at all," Grant replied, his voice steady and confident, as he shot dirty looks right back at them. He stood up straighter and walked with a swagger. "Let them try," he muttered under his breath, though loud enough for Claire to hear.

Claire spoke up, "So, who was the group of guys you were with? Like, what're their names, I mean?"

"The one with red hair, that's Malarkey. The one who didn't say anything, that's Toye. The skinny one with the thick dark hair, that's Liebgott. The shorter one, that's Luz. The tough-looking one is Guarnere. And the young-looking one standing next to me, that's Talbert." Grant explained.

As Grant listed off the names, Claire made mental notes, trying to match the faces with the names, "I see."

"They're good guys. I mean, I haven't known them for more than a few hours, but they seem like good people," he reassured her.

They reached the barracks, a large wooden structure with peeling paint and worn-out steps. 

"Well, here we are," Grant sighed, "You can pick any bed that isn't taken."

He held the door open for Claire, allowing her to enter first. The first thing that caught her attention was the overpowering smell of sweat and dirt, mixed with the faint scent of cigarettes.

Inside, the room was filled with bunk beds lined up against the walls, clothing, and gear strewn about haphazardly. A few soldiers were playing cards at a small table in the corner, their laughter filling the air. Claire noticed that some of them turned to look at her as they entered, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Grant led her to the last empty bed near the corner, between two occupied ones. He carefully set down her stack of gear and moved to stand beside her. He motioned towards the bed on Claire's left, "This one's mine, and on your other side is Roe. He's also here to be a medic. I think you two will get along just fine!"

"Thank you again," Claire smiled at Grant, "I really appreciate your help. I know at first I was a bit resistant, but having a kind and trustworthy person like you by my side makes everything a lot easier."

Grant beamed at the compliment, feeling a warm glow in his chest. "I don't mind at all. It's my pleasure to help you," Grant responded, his words genuine and warm. 

For once, Claire didn't feel like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. For once, she had someone who cared about her, someone who would look out for her, and someone who was willing to be her friend.

With a final nod, Grant turned to leave, but not before catching Claire's eye and giving her a reassuring smile. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah, see you around," Claire replied, watching with a heavy heart as Grant walked towards the door and out of the barracks.

As Grant disappeared into the camp, Claire wondered if this newfound friendship would last or if they would just be fleeting acquaintances in a world that seemed determined to tear her apart.

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[1nm806]

sometimes straight ships r fun actually

[totallynottinsel]

Warnings: none. Just some tooth rotting fluff for the soul. and maybe a little angst

Ship: Chreon (+ some Jill x Claire sprinkled in for fun)

Ty to my wonderful mom for this whole idea of the gang getting to have a chill day out for once, she's amazing so all credit goes to her for the prompt (: (i've dragged her into the Chreon cult)

Finally, with the world saved once again by the skin of everyone’s teeth, there was that silent, open void left over; it was a bit funny how these top tier government agents and so on had a hard time figuring out what to occupy themselves with when not stopping bioterrorists or shooting zombies. Though most of them had gotten used to that same empty space by now. 

After Dylan had been successfully put to a stop, as well as the events on Alcatraz Island settled—the near exhausted group of friends wanted to at least spend a little time all together before each of them had to return to their own set of work again. Yet the question was…what would they do? None could seem to agree on one thing throughout the various ideas and suggestions spat out, though at least someone had a decent choice. Rebecca ended up saying they should simply go out for ice cream, to which they all happily agreed to. Who wouldn’t though?

They all decided to carpool to make the trip easier. “I’m calling shotgun!” Claire exclaimed as she dashed to the side of the car, sitting herself inside right next to her brother, who’d already been the chosen driver—whilst Jill and Rebecca got stuck with the backseats. But at least it wasn’t too squished for the two of them, or so they would think for a good minute. 

“Hey, can I ride with you guys? I’ve kinda lost mine” A low, unsure voice kindly asked the rest of the group, which was quick to catch everyone’s attention. It belonged to Leon of course, who stood just a few feet away from the vehicle, arms crossed as he patiently awaited a response.  

“What happened to your bike?” Chris asked with curiosity towards the other, his arm resting on the rim of the car’s open window. 

“I…don’t really wanna talk about it.” The blond replied in an underlying tone of remorse, his gaze fluttering down to the ground below him, almost in a shameful manner. 

"Not again…" Claire murmured from her side, leaning forward to try and get a better look out her brother's window, not all too surprised by the revolution. Especially seeing who it was coming from.

"What does she mean again? Jesus, how many bikes have you recked?" Jill raised an eyebrow to the topic, staring at the apprehensive man outside the car with a slightly distasteful, yet nonetheless intrigued look on her face. 

"Too many for my liking." Leon mumbled under his breath as it was mixed with the tiniest tinge of annoyance, which was fair in his defense. He made his way over to the car, and slid himself inside the backseat alongside the other two—who were now stuck being squished next to each other. 

"So what I got from that was, is that I get to sit next to the guy who's known for wrecking bikes and or vehicles? Just my luck." She remarked straight back, her tone riddled with sarcasm as she kept on trying to lean far from him, making their limited space even worse no doubt. "Wanna swap seats?" She asked the woman next to her.

"I'll pass." Rebecca gladly declined, knowing fully well she wasn't about to be the human shield in case the curse of the vehicle wrecker was real all along. 

"Don't worry, we'll get you a new one, again. It's no big deal." Chris didn't hesitate one bit to put up an offer towards the other man, his usual warm and inviting smile coming across his face as he started up the car, one hand leisurely placed on the wheel.

"You don't have to do that, Chris—really. I can get my own this time, eventually…" He denied the gracious offer with hesitance; it wouldn't be the first time he's said no, yet came home to a snazzy new bike regardless. 

"He just likes finding any excuse to buy you things." Claire couldn't help but comment with a grin towards the two, shifting to look back at Leon, who rightfully was trying to avoid direct eye contact. Even if everyone was staring at him with intrigue. "You know he'll get it for you no matter what you say or do." He sank right into his seat after hearing that. 

—-------

"Are you going to pick or just stand there?" Chris asked with a gentle sigh, waiting for Jill to finally order whatever flavor of ice cream she was so deeply contemplating for what seemed like years. At this rate, she'd been holding up the line of impatient kids—whilst Claire and Rebecca had no issues ordering and taking a seat outside the place.  

"Give me a break! It's been awhile since I ordered anything, let alone ice cream." She gave a snappy response before eventually making her decision out of the bajillion flavors this place had, and was glad to leave the devilish gazes of all those kids waiting for their daily sugar intake. 

"Did you order anything yet?" Chris directed his attention back to the silent man standing off to the side, seeming a bit fazed out—as if he'd been distracted this entire time, which might've been true. 

"Huh–? Oh, yeah… I'll just have whatever you're having, I'm not really that hungry." Leon merely shrugged his shoulders, stuffing his hands down into the pockets of his leather jacket, having his laid back demeanor as always. 

"You sure?" The older wanted to confirm, though a hint of concern was noticeable in his voice towards the other. 

"Yeah, like I said, I'm not super hungry or anything…but if I do I'll just steal some from yours." He at least had a half smile going, which was better than nothing at all, but something still felt a bit off. 

The two men returned back outside within no time, ice cream in hand as the sun was shining, people out and about, no blood curdling screams of terror. Or big tyrants stomping around. All in all it was…well, a normal, average day, by anyone else's standards. But for this group of pals in particular? This was like a dream.

"Looks like we've been ditched." Leon snarkily remarked at the supposed other three friends who'd left before them, now nowhere in sight. So…that left the both of them, alone once again to either sit in cricket filled silence as they stood on the sidewalk, or attempt at striking up a decent conversation. What the hell would they even talk about at this point? That was always the question when this scene played out, with no mission to swiftly coordinate with one another, or battle to face. Though in all honesty, neither one totally hated the silence—it was almost nice of sorts to just be in each other's company, no words needed.

"You doing okay?" Chris finally spoke up after at least five minutes of just head nodding and gestures of acknowledgement, having already taken notice of the other's odd quietness, and how he kept on resting his eyes nearly the whole time. "You've been pretty quiet all morning." 

"I'm fine, just real tired. I barely got any sleep last night…actually, scratch that, I haven't got any sleep all damn week. I guess it's catching up to me." The fatigued blond rubbed his drowsy eyes with his hand, leaning his back against the concrete wall next to the store. "I can't seem to figure out how to stop having nightmares, and I feel like I've tried everything, you know?" 

"Yeah, I do." Chris gave a weary nod in return; he definitely had similar experiences with dreams throughout his entire life, though he wasn't sure if his were as frequent, and as bad as Leon's. He's heard about them in detail before, and it didn't sound like a pleasant sight to see. He also wasn't an expert when it came to comforting people, so he gently leaned his cup of ice cream towards the other, offering it up with a kindhearted smile. 

Leon let a short chuckle go as he spotted the ice cream, decided to accept the treat, even if it wasn't a flavor he preferred—he didn't mind at all if it was coming from Chris. He pulled out one of the plastic spoons that sat in the side of it, and popped a spoon full into his mouth, pleasantly surprised by it. 

"You'll always have my shoulder to lean on, just know that." The older said whilst taking a bite of his own, happy to have seen his offer of ice cream be taken up. 

"Good, 'cause I'm beat." Leon didn't hesitate much to carefully rest his sleepy head on the side of the other's shoulder, not exactly being able to reach the top due to their slight height difference. He obviously chose to take the Chris's words more literally than figuratively—but hey, the man was exhausted, so what's the harm in it? 

The two decided to stay there, taking in the scenery; sounds of speedy cars rushing by, or the sounds of distant voices and footsteps. It was honestly quite relaxing, and with how tired Leon already was, he was struggling to even keep his eyes open as he took a long awaited rest—which no doubt wouldn't be happening if Chris wasn't here. They made each other feel safe enough to put their guards down for once. It was sort of like having a big fuzzy blanket you could hide yourself under, and you felt as if nobody could touch you. 

"Hey, Chris?" 

"Yeah?" 

"You really don't have to get me a new bike." 

"I want to." 

Leon sighed in defeat, eyes still closed, knowing there was no way he'd win this argument. 

"Maybe Claire was right when she said I use it as an excuse to buy you things, but it's also an excuse to get to see you. Without having to fight bioterrorist's in the same day."  It was true, he was always looking for little ways to try and see or talk to the agent away from anything work related, and it'd become painfully obvious to everyone around that he was trying so hard to spend time with him, well—to everyone but Leon. 

“All you have to do is ask, y’know? It’s no trouble if you ever wanna call me up and hang around, or something. No need to spend your entire life savings on me, Redfield.” He mentally cursed at his own words after some thought over them, wondering if ‘hanging around’ was the right thing to suggest, should he have recommended going out to dinner? Or perhaps another group activity? He was unsure, and the room was a bit hard to read…so, all he could really do was hope for the best. 

“I might just take you up on that, then.” Well, Chris definitely seemed up for it, so…at least he was doing something right. 

—----- 

"That's a keeper." Claire said with a smile of her own as she snapped a good photo of the two men from round the street corner, knowing it was a rare sight they were ever that close in a public setting—and she couldn't wait to see the look on her brother's face once she showed it to him later. 

"How have neither of them asked each other out?" Rebecca asked with absolute disbelief, shaking her head as she finished off her scoop of ice cream.

"Honestly, I thought Leon would be making moves left and right on him, but I realized he talks a bigger game than he's actually got. And that's just based off a few days knowing him." Jill summed it up fairly well as she watched the two, arms crossed with a small smile before she moved her gaze to the other women beside her. "You Redfields are awful at flirting too." 

"She's got a point, I've been around those two long enough to get the feeling that Chris…isn't necessarily great at flirting…" Rebecca chimed in with reluctance. 

"Hey, we're not awful flirters! I can do it just as well as anyone else, and maybe Chris…struggles, but he gets there." Claire defended the both of them with confidence in her voice, one she'd soon come to regret as she attempted trying to come up with a flirt, or pickup line, yet—she found herself stuck with infuriated embarrassment by the end of it. 

"Alright, stop— look, this is how you do it." Jill set her empty cup of melted ice cream down onto the ground, rolling her shoulders back as she stepped a few feet away, then turned around and walked up to the younger Redfield again, who was still speechless. "Hey, wanna go out some time, beautiful?" 

In all honesty, it wasn't that great of a line, and really shouldn't work on anyone. Yet the way Jill said those words—the way she walked with absolute confidence, and her voice was as smooth as ever—it lit something inside Claire that she suddenly couldn't explain, and all she could say was…

"Uh, sure–?" She uttered out with a mix of confusion, surprise, and…an interesting dose of excitement. 

"Great." Jill accepted it, and was content with her work for the day enough to begin walking back—with a flabbergasted Claire and semi entertained Rebecca following—towards the two men who were practically in their own little world—which would soon come to a speedy crash. "Is he asleep…?" She asked in a low voice. 

The sound of Jill's harsh, sudden questioning was enough to jolt Leon awake from his relaxed and peaceful state, swiftly leaving his claimed spot on Chris's shoulder and very quickly deciding to pretend as if that was the last thing he was doing. And totally was not taking an extremely enjoyable nap on his quote on quote ‘friend's’ arm. Yet now he just looked plain freaked out instead of cool and collected. "Where the hell did you all come from–?"

"We were hanging around the corner, just to let you two have some quality time to yourselves.” Rebecca answered with her usual soft tone,  though it was as clear as day she was in on whatever the three of them were conspiring over there. “Well, until Jill had something to say to you, I believe."

Chris audibly sighed, a bit bitter by the fact his moment was abruptly interrupted, but tried in his best efforts to keep calm about it, just for the 50\50 chance that whatever she had to say was important in some way, shape or form.

“What is it?”

“I asked your sister out, and she said sure.” Blunt as ever.

“You what?”

The silence had gotten so thick, you could cut it with a knife. And that soon faded into mindless staring—just waiting for someone to awkwardly cough, or say any sentence at all. Nobody was entirely sure if this was all a planned joke or quite literal. 

“Jill what do you mean? Don’t walk away!” He threw his hands up in utter confusion as he chased after her down the sidewalk, itching to get a straighter answer and much needed context he clearly missed, whilst Rebecca kept on telling them not to banter so close to the busy road. Far too many times.

Leon didn’t give many words to the whole ordeal, and instead chose to simply watch in saddened disappointment as Chris left his side; he had a blatant frown as he put his hands back in his pockets, returning to the same state he’d been in all morning within the blink of an eye. Although he did have one question that took him a bit aback, out of everything that went down. 

“I didn’t know you…well, you know, were into women–?” He tilted his head towards Claire with uncertainty to his own question, even if they’d been close friends for years now—new information still seemed to pop up out of the blue. 

“I didn’t know you were into my brother.” She didn’t even have to look back at him to get her point across, and held back a large smile while doing so. She’d noticed his sudden spring of dismay the moment Chris walked off right away, of course, and couldn’t help but comment on it if no one else would. 

The blond didn’t deny her accusation by any means, and simply took a stand by her side, a chuckle escaping his lips as they watched the other three repartee all across the street, a true sight for sore eyes getting to see them have a bit of fun. 

“I don’t think he knows either.”

[umjamlam]

i keep forgetting that frankie is a potential shipmate for britta.... they would be so cute...

also i read a fic where annie gets together w clair and its!!!! such a good pairing, its canon in my brain

[toadwarts]

Leon has so many partners/datemates and it's so cool he manages that with only two hands and one heart. Love you babygirl

[redroses07]

Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

WC:1.7k

Summary: Stiles is struggling after being controlled by the Nogitsune, and he turns to you for help. But little does he know, it will turn your friendship into so much more. Takes place after season 3. (Allison isn't dead!!!)

Warnings: Swearing, angsty as fuck, sad Stiles, kissing, implied smut if you squint?, PTSD.

A/N: HI GUYS!!! I really like this fic and ofc I hope y'all will too! This is my first time writing about Stiles and I think I did pretty well! As always, enjoy!! And comments and reblogs are appreciated. P.S. lmk if y'all want me to do a part 2 where they tell their friends (Scott's reaction hee hee) - Claire ♡

After Stiles was released from the control of the Nogitsune, things seemed to go back to normal. Well, at least that’s what one would think from the outside.

The series of events had taken a severe toll on Stiles’s mental health, and even though he did a good job of hiding it, you were the one person who seemed to know what he needed.

It all started about a week after everything happened, it was the middle of the night and you were jolted awake by the sound of your phone buzzing by your head.

You were about to hit decline but then you saw it was Stiles and feelings of worry began to stir within you.

You quickly answered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you forced yourself awake.

"Stiles, is everything okay?"

"Yeah...well not really. I hate to ask, but do you think you could drive over to my house. I just really don't want to be alone right now." Stiles's voice was groggy, and laced with exhaustion. The fact alone that he was asking you this made you immediately agree.

You hopped out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas, slipped on your slippers, and you were on your way.

Your house wasn't far from Stiles's, about a five minute drive with no traffic.

You lived directly in the middle of him and Scott, being only a short distance from each. The close proximity was the main reason the three of you had stayed so close throughout your school years.

"Friends", that's all you and Stiles had ever been. Although, neither of you could deny the chemistry between the two of you, risking your friendship never seemed worth it.

It was on this night that all that would begin to change.

When you arrived at Stiles's house, he had left the door unlocked for you so you wouldn't have to fumble around with the spare key in the dark.

You found Stiles laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked lost in thought, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. It hurt seeing him look so drastically different from the Stiles you knew, and you wanted to do whatever you could to help.

You laid down next to him, your body facing his.

"Hey..." Stiles began, still staring at the ceiling.

"Stiles, what's going on? You know you can trust me with anything right?"

"Yeah...It's just a lot to put into words." Stiles's voice cracked, which told you that he was fighting tears.

You sat up and stiles copied the movement. You were now both facing each other, sitting legs crossed on his bed. You pushed aside the unspoken vow between the two of you and placed his hands in yours. Stiles's breath hitched, and you could tell he was avoiding eye contact with you.

"Take all the time you need, I'll listen to every word." you said softly.

"I know everyone thinks I'm doing okay, but I can't even function. I can't sleep without having nightmares. I can't eat or do anything without remembering all the awful stuff he made me do. I didn't know who else to tell except you. Scott has his own set of issues, and you're the only person I trust like this."

Stiles began to ramble, and your heart broke as he did. How had you not noticed earlier? Yes, it had only been a week, but you knew Stiles better than anyone. You felt like an awful best friend.

"I'm so tired, I just want to feel normal again." He could no longer hold back the tears, the dam broke and Stiles became a sobbing mess.

You pulled him into your arms with no hesitation, which only made Stiles want to cry.

"No, no I'm going to get your clothes all wet." Stiles protested trying to pull away, but you wouldn't let him.

"A few tears never hurt anyone." You said.

At that Stiles let himself fall into you, his body going limp with exhaustion. You tried not to cry along with him, wiping your burning eyes to prevent the tears.

"It'll be okay." You whispered as Stiles's sobs turned into sniffles. He finally looked up, his cheeks wet from the tears that had escaped his puffy eyes.

You did the only thing you could think of and gave him two kisses, one peck on each cheek. Stiles lips turned up in a small smile, his cheeks still turning red despite his current state.

"I think the first thing we need to do is get you to bed." You smiled, pushing Stiles's messy hair back.

He looks at you and nods without moving from your arms. You lean back on his bed, pulling him with you. You positioned yourself to where Stiles was resting on top of your body, his head pressed to your chest. You kept your arms wrapped around him, squeezing his body in an attempt to comfort him.

As you were settling down you heard Stiles whisper your name softly.

"Yeah?"

"Promise you'll wake me up if I'm having a nightmare?"

"I promise." You replied as you reached down and laced your fingers with his.

Stiles gave you a half-hearted smile in response, his puffy eyes glazed over from fatigue.

"Thank you." Stiles murmured, fighting sleep.

"Shhh." Was your only response as you traced your fingers along his back.

"I love you." It was an incoherent whisper, so much that you couldn't be sure of his words. But something told you you had heard correctly.

By the time you went to reciprocate the statement, the room was filled with Stiles's muffled snores.

You sighed and proceeded to fall asleep yourself.

Stiles slept through the night for the first time in weeks.

After that the trajectory of your relationship began to shift.

From holding Stiles's hand to remind him that everything was okay when you were with your friends, to staying up all night listening to him talk.

You rarely got to sleep at home anymore, but you didn't mind. You weren't far if you needed something, and it helped Stiles get a good night's sleep. Yet he would still apologize every time. "I'm sorry to bother you again.", "I promise this is the last time.", when in reality you were definitely okay with an excuse to spend more time with him.

You had become his anchor to reality, and Stiles could feel things beginning to look up with every day that passed.

Your friends picked up on it too.

"So, are you and Stiles together, or..." Lydia and Allison asked when they managed to corner you at your locker one day. It was a question you didn't know how to answer. Eventually landing on, 'it's complicated.'

"What's going on with you and Stiles, I'm starting to feel like a third wheel when we're together." It was a joke, but there was certainly some truth behind it.

You laughed it off and changed the subject, but didn't forget the comment that night when you and Stiles laid in each other's arms drifting off to sleep.

Surprisingly, it wasn't you who finally brought it up, but Stiles.

It was a Friday night, and the two of you were at your house instead of his.

"Shit, I forgot clothes to change into." Stiles said as he fumbled through his backpack.

"It's all good, I have a spare pair of clothes in my drawer for you." You replied, pointing to the dresser.

Stiles smiled and laughed, holding eye contact with you for perhaps a moment too long.

"You take care of so much for me, sometimes I feel like you're my wife." It was a casual statement, but it put you at a loss for words.

You laughed awkwardly, failing to come up with a reply.

Stiles could very clearly read your emotions, he pushed the drawer shut and walked back over to sit next to you.

You tried to calm yourself, but your heart wouldn't stop beating at what felt like an unhealthy pace.

"You're my best friend..." Stiles began, taking your clammy hands in his.

"You've done so much for me in the past few weeks, just like a best friend should; but I can't help thinking that this feels like something more."

You felt as if the world stopped. You knew this conversation would come, but definitely not now. Your brain seemed to stop producing thoughts.

"Please tell me I'm not imagining all of this. I know this is a lot at once, but Y/N I love you." Stiles's voice shook from the overwhelming nerves.

"I love you too." You spoke for the first time in minutes, it felt amazing after you had heard it fall from his lips that first night you spent together.

Stiles's eyes gazed into yours, and suddenly the feeling of just your hands touching wasn't enough.

You reached over and grabbed Stiles face, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

You pulled Stiles down as you did, his body landing on top of you sinking into the kiss.

You tugged on his hair lightly, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. Stiles fell deeper into the kiss, locking your hands together and pressing your body further into the soft mattress.

After a few minutes of pure bliss you broke apart. The air that filled your lungs was both a blessing and a curse. You needed to breathe, but the absence of his touch only made you want him more.

Stiles hovered over you, the sound of his heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear over your own beating heart.

"So I take it you're not just my best friend anymore?" Stiles giggled, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

"Nope."

You gave a sly smile before pulling Stiles down by his shirt and connecting your lips once more.

[jukeboxsweethearttt]

for older sugar daddy rafe and reader would you write their first argument or something like that

Book of Love

Oldersugardaddyboyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Fem Reader

cw:angst:( but has a fluffy ending, talks of pregnancy, Rafe’s oldest daughter Claire is older than you, Victoria is the same age as you and Hannah is younger than you. no use of y/n I think

inspired by @starfxkr sugar daddy Rafe ofc

The sprawling lawn of Rafe’s Hamptons estate basked in the glow of the setting sun, creating a picturesque scene that starkly contrasted with the storm brewing inside.

The dining room, typically a place of warmth and laughter, was now tense with an unfamiliar strain. You sat at the end of the long, gleaming table, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. Rafe stood across from you, his stance rigid and his eyes filled with frustration.

His three daughters, Claire , Victoria, and Hannah, watched the scene unfold with a mix of concern and unease.

This was the first serious argument you and Rafe had ever had. It had started over the charity gala—a high-profile event you had been working on tirelessly.

“Rafe, I just want to make this event something special, something that showcases what we can achieve together,” you said, your voice trembling slightly.

Rafe, his expression hard, replied, “This isn’t about showcasing us, Bunny. This is about making strategic decisions. You need to understand the stakes involved.”

Claire, the eldest, shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She shared a look with her sisters, Victoria, and Hannah, the youngest of the bunch.

Claire finally spoke up, her tone gentle yet firm. “Dad, she’s trying to help. She’s put a lot of effort into this.”

Rafe’s eyes softened momentarily as he looked at his daughter, but his frustration remained palpable. “I know, Claire, but this is more complicated than just putting in effort. Experience matters here.”

You felt a lump form in your throat. “Rafe, I’m not just some inexperienced kid. I’m trying to contribute, to be a part of this.”

Rafe’s gaze turned steely. “You are young and inexperienced. You don’t get how high the stakes are. This isn’t some game.”

Your heart sank at his words. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to hold back your emotions.

“I can’t believe you see me that way,” you whispered, standing up abruptly. “I thought we were in this together.”

Victoria stood, her face a mix of anger and disappointment. “Dad, you’re being unfair. She’s doing her best.”

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, his frustration boiling over. “Life isn’t fair, Victoria. I’m trying to protect her from making mistakes that could cost us.”

You couldn’t bear it any longer. Tears streaming down your face, you rushed out of the room, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the house.

Claire glanced at her father, shaking her head in disappointment before following you outside.

Rafe stood there, his anger giving way to a heavy silence. Hannah finally spoke up, her voice quiet but firm. “Dad, you really hurt her.”

Outside, Claire found you sitting on a garden bench, your shoulders shaking with sobs. She sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s okay. He didn’t mean it he’s just stressed,” she said softly.

You wiped at your tears, shaking your head. “It’s not okay, Claire. He thinks I’m just some naive child.”

Claire sighed, her heart aching for you. “He’s scared, that’s all. He doesn’t know how to handle this.”

You took a deep, shuddering breath. “I can’t handle all of this stress. There’s something I need to tell you,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

She looked at you, concern etched on her face. “What is it?”

You met her gaze, your eyes filled with a mix of fear and hope. “I’m pregnant. I just found out a few days ago.”

Claire’s eyes widened in surprise she knows you’ve wanted children of your own but was shocked at the news considering her dad’s age.

Deep down she’s kind of indifferent but pushes those feelings to the side quickly as you started to cry again from her silence.

She quickly pulled you into a tight hug. “Oh my God, that’s news. Have you told him yet?”

You shook your head. “No, I was waiting for the right moment. But now... I don’t know if there ever will be one.”

She pulled back, holding your shoulders. “You need to tell him. It might be exactly what he needs to hear.”

Back inside, Rafe was pacing the living room, his frustration giving way to a deep sense of guilt. Victoria and Hannah watched him, their expressions stern.

“Dad, don’t you think you were a bit harsh?” Victoria asked, her voice steady but reproachful. “She’s part of our family.”

Rafe stopped, his shoulders slumping. “I know, I just... I don’t know how to handle this.”

“You handle it by respecting her,” Hannah said softly. “She’s not a child, Dad. She’s your partner.”

Just then, Claire walked back in with you, your face still streaked with tears but your resolve stronger. Rafe looked up, his heart aching at the sight of you so upset.

“I’m sorry,” Rafe began, but you held up a hand to stop him.

“Before you say anything, there’s something I need to tell you,” you said, your voice steady. “I’m pregnant, Rafe.”

The room fell silent, Rafe’s eyes widening in shock. He took a step towards you, his expression softening. “You’re... you’re pregnant?”

You nodded, tears spilling over once more. “I found out a few days ago. I wanted to tell you in a special way, but...”

Rafe closed the distance between you, pulling you into his arms. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m just... scared. Scared of not being good enough.”

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with love and determination. “We’re in this together, Rafe. We can make it work, but you have to trust me. Trust us.”

Rafe nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. “I promise. I’ll do better. I’ll trust you, and I’ll be there for you and our baby.”

Claire, Victoria, and Hannah watched the exchange, their expressions softening with relief but making a mental note to discuss this sudden pregnancy announcement later.

The tension in the room began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of hope and renewed commitment.

Later that evening, you found yourself in the kitchen, helping Victoria prepare dinner.

Victoria glanced over at you, offering a small smile. “I’m so happy that you stood up to him,” she said softly. “Dad needed a wake-up call.”

You returned her smile, feeling a warm sense of acceptance. “Thanks, Victoria. It means a lot that you understand.”

Meanwhile, in the living room, Rafe sat with Claire and Hannah. Claire leaned forward, her expression serious but kind.

“Dad, she’s good for you. We see how happy she makes you, but you have to let her grow up. She’s got a good head on her shoulders.”

Rafe nodded, his eyes thoughtful. “I know, Claire. I just… I’ve spent so much time trying to protect everyone that sometimes I forget to let go. I’ll work on it.”

Hannah, who had been quiet until now, chimed in. “We all want the best for you, Dad. And for her. Just remember, she chose to be with you because she loves you, not because she needs a protector.”

Their words resonated with Rafe, who realized just how much he had to learn about balancing his protective instincts with respecting your independence.

He stood up, feeling a mixture of gratitude and determination. “You’re right. All of you. I’m lucky to have you four looking out for me.”

Back in the kitchen, Victoria was dishing up the last of the pasta when Rafe entered. He walked over to you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve been talking with the girls,” he said, his voice soft and earnest. “And they’ve made me see things more clearly. I need to let you live your life, make your own choices. I’m so proud of you for standing up to me.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love and relief. “Thank you, Rafe. That means a lot to me.”

Dinner was a warm, lively affair. The five of you sat around the table, sharing stories and laughter. The earlier argument seemed like a distant memory, replaced by a stronger sense of family and mutual respect.

Claire and Victoria teased Hannah about her latest crush, while Rafe kept his hand on yours under the table, a silent promise of his commitment to change.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself sitting on the balcony with Rafe, the moon twinkling above. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close.

“You know, Bunny, I’ve never felt this way before. You’ve brought so much joy into my life.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling content and secure. “And you’ve given me a life I never dreamed possible, Rafe. I’m so grateful for you.”

Rafe tilted your chin up, looking deeply into your eyes. “I promise to always support you, to let you be your own person. We’re partners in this, equal partners.”

You kissed him softly, the love between you palpable. “Thank you, Daddy. That’s all I ever wanted.”

As you both sat there, you felt a deep sense of peace. The argument had brought you closer, teaching you both valuable lessons about trust and love. And as Rafe held you close, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

The next morning, Rafe surprised you with breakfast in bed, a gesture that made your heart flutter. He sat beside you, watching you eat with a content smile.

“I thought we could spend the day together, just the two of us. How does that sound, Princess?”

You grinned, feeling the excitement bubble up inside you.

[gtgbabie0]

Hello! ~~ so since i saw this cute video i cant get this idea out of my head ( the video was basically a cat laying on a girl stomach and it was not getting up cause she senced her owner beinv pregnant and that video was jus adorable 🥺) but what if the group( Jill, Chris, Claire, Rebecca) is hanging out at someone place and ofc Leon and the reader is there as well and as the reader sit down the cat instantly gose to her does the same, plus the cat doesn't leaves her side? I just genuinely find this idea adorable soo m8ch 🥺🥺🥺

- Leon Kennedy x reader

{Claire’s cat doesn’t once leave your side, and Leon finds it adorable}

Ack! This is too cute!! Thank you for requesting as always lovely! Enjoy💕

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“Do want anything to drink, sweetheart?” Leon asks, turning to you as Claire and Chris walk into the kitchen, his thumb smoothing over your knuckles. He wouldn’t let you do anything with you being heavily pregnant, he even barred you from cooking. You learned rather quickly that it was useless to fight him on it, no instead, you took great advantage of it.

His hand soothed over the curve of your stomach with a bright smile, “Something sweet would be nice, if Claire has anything sweet” you say, and Leon nods pressing a kiss to your forehead, he lets his lips linger there for a moment.

“I’m sure she’s got something,” he tells you before getting up and joining the siblings in the kitchen.

You glance down at Claire's big tabby cat that was sat by your feet, she hadn’t moved an inch since you sat down, that was until now. You watch as she jumps up beside you curling up on your lap with her head resting against the bump of your tummy.

You smile scratching behind her ear as she purrs, rubbing her head against your tummy. “Aww! Leon look!” Claire beams as she carries a bowl of sweets into the living room.

You watch as Leon’s eyes light up. He chuckles. walking over to you with a glass of cold apple juice, “Here you go angel” he says handing you the glass as you thank him softly, he takes a seat next to you.

The ginger cat doesn’t move an inch, not even when Claire sits down, instead she only nuzzles herself further into your side.

Claire watches and she swears her heart might just melt at the sweet interaction. She can’t help but let out a loud chuckle as the tabby cat shoots Leon a mean-looking glare causing him to retreat his hand.

“She’s protecting you,” Chris says to you, sitting down as he shovels some gummies into his mouth.

“From what?” Leon asks, sending a glare back at the cat, you giggle as you reach for his hand, your thumb soothing over the bump of his knuckles.

“No it’s because she knows you’re pregnant that’s why, she’s a smart cat” Claire adds, taking your now empty glass from your hand before you even have time to lean over and set it down on the coffee table.

The tabby cat doesn’t once move, not an inch not even when your baby kicks and as time goes on she reluctantly lets Leon sit closer to you, his hand holding yours in hopes the kitty might just get the hint that Leon isn’t a threat.

The sun starts to set and you can’t even get near Claire’s door as the cat doesn’t leave your side, walking beside you as you collect your things, she lets out an almost worried ‘meow’ as Claire picks her up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her” Leon smiles at the tabby, stroking behind her ear. "She's in good hands"

You smile as Leon’s hand rests on the small of your back. Claire walks over to you with her cat in her arms, “Don’t worry I’ll be fine” You smile down at the furry friend petting her gently, you sniffle trying to hold back the tears as you make your way to Leon’s car before saying your final goodbyes.

It’s only when Leon starts the car do the tears finally start to fall, “Whoa, hey- baby what’s going on? Are you okay?” Leon worries, his hand going to hold yours.

You nod your head wiping your tears, “No- yeah, I’m fine it’s just Claire’s cat, is she going to be worrying about me all night?” You ask sniffling and Leon tries so hard to bite back the laugh that wedges in the back of his throat.

“Oh baby- she’ll be fine I promise, Claire will take good care of her” he promises, taking your hand gently as he presses kisses to your knuckles, smiling against the back of your hand.

“Don’t laugh at me Leon, I’m emotional,” you tell him, and he glances over at you as he stops at a red light.

“M’not” he mumbles and you both break out in giggles, his hand resting against your thigh as he drives you both home.

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[selmasemlan]

Introducing the partner to the brothers

Summary: Luna introduces Stiles and Isaac to Marcel

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC), Stiles Stilinski x Luna Salvatore (Platonic), Isaac Lahey x Luna Salvatore (Platonic)

Author note: I love the troublesome trio

Warning: nothing

Word count: 1084

Series Masterlist

Introducing the partner to the brothers

The warm breeze gently swept through the outdoor cafe in New Orleans as Luna enveloped Stiles and Isaac in tight hugs, their laughter mingling with the ambient chatter of other patrons. Marcel stood nearby, a soft smile curving his lips as he observed Luna's joyful reunion with her friends. After the initial exchange of introductions, Luna introduced Marcel to Stiles and Isaac, who greeted him with friendly nods and polite smiles.

As Luna excused herself to visit the bathroom, Stiles and Isaac exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions conspiratorial as they turned their attention to Marcel. Leaning forward slightly, Stiles's voice took on a serious yet subtly humorous tone. "So, Marcel," he began, his eyebrows quirking mischievously, "you seem like a decent guy. But just so we're clear, Luna's like family to us. If you ever hurt her," he paused for dramatic effect, lifting an eyebrow, "Isaac here might just decide to hunt you down."

Isaac shot Stiles an incredulous look, muttering under his breath, "Why me?"

Stiles met his gaze firmly. "Because you can heal, Isaac," he replied matter-of-factly.

Isaac sighed, shaking his head hesitantly. "Yeah, but the dude is a few hundred years old vampire," his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Stiles shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm not fighting him," he retorted, crossing his arms with a casual air. "I'm just a human."

Isaac nodded in agreement. "I'm not fighting him either," he added quietly.

Their banter continued, filled with friendly jabs and humorous exchanges, drawing occasional amused glances from nearby cafe patrons who couldn't help but overhear the lively conversation. Marcel, amused by their attempt at intimidation, leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips as he listened to Stiles and Isaac banter.

Just as Stiles was about to deliver another quip, Luna's cheerful voice interrupted them. "I'm back," she declared, returning to the table with a bright smile.

Marcel turned to her, his smile widening warmly. "Welcome back," he greeted her, his eyes glowing with affection and admiration.

Stiles and Isaac quickly straightened up, exchanging a swift glance between them before plastering on innocent smiles, as if they hadn't just been playfully threatening and arguing in front of Luna's boyfriend. They seamlessly shifted into light-hearted conversation, effortlessly joining Luna and Marcel as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired, their camaraderie and protective instincts shining through.

Luna, sensing the shift in atmosphere, chuckled softly. "What did I miss?" she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at the trio.

Marcel chuckled, casting a sideways glance at Stiles and Isaac. "Oh, just a friendly discussion about the proper way to treat your," he teased, earning playful swats from both Stiles and Isaac.

Stiles grinned mischievously. "Just making sure you're up to the task, Marcel," he quipped, his tone light and teasing.

Isaac nodded in agreement, though his expression softened with genuine warmth. "Yeah, we've got to look out for our Luna," he added with a fond smile.

Marcel's smile softened, touched by their protective gestures. "I appreciate that," he replied sincerely, his gaze flickering between Luna and her friends. "It means a lot to know she has people looking out for her."

Luna beamed at Stiles and Isaac, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "They're like my brothers," she explained with a fond smile, her gaze lingering on each of them in turn. "Always ready to defend my honor, even when it's not necessary."

Stiles chuckled, nudging Isaac playfully. "Hey, we can't help it if we're just naturally protective," he joked, earning a mock glare from Luna.

Isaac nodded solemnly. "It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it," he added with a wink.

The group dissolved into laughter, the warm atmosphere of camaraderie and friendship filling the air around them. Marcel watched them with a sense of gratitude, feeling more deeply connected to Luna and her world with each passing moment.

Later that evening, as Luna and Marcel relaxed at Marcel's loft, the warm glow of the city lights cast a soft, golden hue around them. Nestled together on the couch, Luna couldn't resist asking, "So, what happened while I was in the bathroom?"

Marcel chuckled softly, shaking his head fondly. "Your friends tried to intimidate me," he confessed, recounting Stiles and Isaac's playful threats with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Luna burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh, I can only imagine," she managed to say between giggles. "They mean well, really. They're just protective."

Marcel smiled warmly, pulling Luna closer to him. "I can see that," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "And I appreciate it. It's comforting to know you have such loyal friends."

Luna grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "They're like family," she admitted softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Just like you."

Marcel's heart swelled with warmth at her words. He tilted her chin up gently, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I'm glad," he replied sincerely, his voice a soft whisper against her mouth. "I like knowing you have people who care about you. It makes me worry less."

Luna's smile widened as she nestled deeper into his embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. "I feel so lucky," she murmured, her fingers entwining with his. "To have them, and to have you."

Marcel kissed the top of her head, holding her close. "You deserve all the love and protection in the world, Luna," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "And I'm here to make sure you get it."

They shared a series of gentle kisses, each one deepening their bond. Luna felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing she was cherished and safe in Marcel's arms. The world outside faded away, leaving only the soft hum of New Orleans as their backdrop.

In that quiet evening, amidst the gentle glow of city lights and the comforting sounds of the city, Luna and Marcel found solace in each other's presence. They reveled in the warmth and security of their growing relationship, knowing they were supported by a circle of love and friendship that extended beyond themselves.

As the night grew deeper, they continued to hold each other close, exchanging whispered words of affection and promises of a future filled with love and happiness. In each other's arms, they felt an unbreakable bond, a love that was as enduring as the city they called home.

[dumb-zombie-girl]

I might change Charlie x ofc to Charlie x jo ( even though they aren't in the fanfic all the time but I don't care)

I'm writing a supernatural fix it fic in my notes app and when i get done would anyone be interested in me posting it on here?

[coco-bean-1218]

Well-Behaved Women Never Make History

Chapter Three: California Love & Louisiana Charm (And Baseball Dreams)

Chapter Soundtrack

Summary: Claire's first day at Camp Toccoa continues, where she meets some interesting people.

A/N: Hi, everyone! I'm back again with another chapter of Well-Behaved Women Never Make History. This took longer than I had hoped, but here we are, nevertheless! Just a heads up for the soundtrack, it includes one modern song amongst the instrumentals usually played. It's just to get a good vibe going. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, and feel free to like, comment, and reblog!

Warnings: Swearing, period-typical behavior, crude behavior towards Claire

Taglist: @whollyjoly @footprintsinthesxnd @panzershrike-pretz @xxluckystrike

June 6, 1942 Camp Toccoa, Georgia 6 p.m. Eastern Time ---

Claire let out a deep sigh as she put her luggage on top of her bed and began to unpack. She felt a sense of unease settle over her. The stares from the other soldiers became more intense, and whispers followed her every move. She knew that being the only woman in their midst would draw attention, but the hostility in their eyes was unnerving. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on organizing her belongings and settling into her new surroundings.

Back outside, as Grant walked away, the reality of his vulnerability set in. He had never felt such a strong connection with someone before, and it scared him.

"I can't believe I actually did that," he groaned, "I must've sounded so stupid to her!"

Grant's mind was filled with self-doubt as he replayed his conversation with Claire over and over again. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had put himself out there too much, revealing more of himself than he had ever intended. It was a side of him that he rarely showed to anyone, let alone a stranger.

As he made his way back to his group of friends, the weight of his decisions and actions settled heavily on his shoulders. He cringed at the memory of his clumsy attempt at humor, wondering if it had fallen flat or made her think less of him. Maybe he had come across as too eager, too desperate to make a connection.

"I barely know her," he muttered to himself, frustration etched on his face. "What was I thinking, opening up to her like that?" He ran a hand through his sweaty hair in exasperation.

Grant rejoined his friends, hoping their camaraderie would distract him from the doubts swirling in his mind. They were still huddled in a group near the edge of the camp. As soon as they saw him approaching, they broke out into raucous laughter.

"There he is, Romeo himself!" Luz shouted.

"Looks like Grant found himself a lady friend," Malarkey teased.

"Well, well, well, Grant, you sly dog. I didn't know you had it in you!" Talbert exclaimed, throwing his arm around Grant's shoulders.

Liebgott, always quick with a witty remark, chimed in, "So, Grant, when's the wedding?"

The group erupted into laughter again, causing Grant's cheeks to turn a shade of crimson. He rolled his eyes but couldn't help but chuckle along with them.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny," Grant replied, shaking his head.

"He's giving Tab, here, a run for his money," Guarnere joked, nudging Talbert in the side.

"Never, I'm the real ladies' man," Talbert quipped back, shoving Guarnere.

"Alright, enough already," Toye chimed in, sensing Grant's discomfort. "Let the poor guy breathe."

"Thank you, Toye," Grant said, "See, this is why Toye is my favorite out of all of you."

Grant's friends erupted into playful protests, each vying for the title of his favorite.

Talbert chimed in again, nudging Grant with a smirk. "You've got it pretty bad, huh?"

"Tab..." Grant rolled his eyes, "What are you talking about? I just met her today. It's not like that."

Liebgott raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, come on, Grant. You practically sprinted after her. Don't try to deny it."

Grant tried to play off his feelings, "Maybe I was just being a good Samaritan. We're all new here; we don't know each other. I was just tryna help. No need to read too much into it."

Guarnere elbowed Luz, "Are you hearing this guy?"

Luz nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who? Hollywood over here? California's finest? Yeah, Golden Boy's fooling no one."

"So," Talbert piped up once more, "When are you gonna introduce us to her?" he asked flirtatiously.

"Jesus, the girl just got here. She doesn't need you Neanderthals harassing her," Grant snapped back defensively, "Besides, I'd be afraid of what you'd say to her."

"I'll try and behave myself," Talbert winked," But, I can't make any promises."

In the meantime, Claire focused on unpacking her belongings and making herself at home. Yet, despite her best efforts to ignore the intense gazes from others, she couldn't shake off the discomfort. She could practically feel their eyes scanning her body, inspecting every detail of her appearance.

She turned her attention next to her to see Roe quickly setting up his bed and organizing his belongings.

He appeared to be a quiet, reserved man with fair skin and jet-black hair. As Claire watched him, she noticed that he, too, seemed uneasy. She tried to gauge his reaction to her arrival, but his face remained neutral. Roe glanced over at Claire, his eyes flickering between her and their adjacent beds. He seemed to be considering something before finally approaching her.

He stood up from his bed and walked over to Claire, a hesitant smile on his face. "I'm Eugene. Eugene Roe," he said, extending a hand towards her. He had a thick Cajun accent, which added a touch of charm to his introduction.

Claire returned his handshake, noting the softness of his grip. "Nice to meet you, Eugene. I'm Claire," she replied with a warm smile.

Eugene's eyes sparkled with relief as he let out a small sigh. "Pleasure to meet you, Claire," he replied in the softest of whispers. 

"I heard you're also a medic," Claire began, her voice filled with curiosity.

"Yes, that's right," Eugene replied, "I must admit, it's a bit of a relief to finally meet another medic."

Claire smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as well. "How long have you been here?" she asked.

"I only got here a couple of hours ago, not long after Grant," Eugene admitted, his eyes glancing around the room nervously. 

Claire sighed in relief, "Okay, so at least I'm not the only one who got here today."

"No, you're definitely not alone," he reassured her, "Basic training starts tomorrow, so most people actually got here this morning."

Claire nodded, a bond forming between her and Eugene; he reminded her of herself. She could tell that he was genuine, kind-hearted, and just as nervous as she was about the challenges that lay ahead. There was something undeniably attractive about his modesty and the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, "I think you and I will make a great team. We'll stick together and help each other out." 

Claire was surprised by her own admission; she had made a vow to stay closed off, to protect herself from getting hurt. But, there was something about Eugene that made her want to trust him, to let down her walls.

As the words left her lips, a genuine smile spread across Eugene's face. His eyes lit up with gratitude, and he nodded in agreement. "I couldn't have said it better myself. We'll make quite the team, you and I."

"Do you wanna go for a walk with me? You know, find everything, get familiar with the camp." Claire asked.

Eugene's eyes lit up with enthusiasm at the suggestion. "I'd love to," he replied, eager to explore their new surroundings. Together, they ventured out of the crowded barracks and into the open air.

The air was still humid in the early evening, the sun casting a golden glow over the camp. 

As they walked side by side, Claire noticed her once black heels were now dusty gray from the dirt paths. "My mom's not gonna be happy when I send these back home," Claire laughed.

Eugene chuckled, his soft Cajun drawl adding a musical quality to his laughter. "Well, Claire, I reckon your mom will just have to forgive you for getting a little dirt on those fancy shoes of yours."

"Changing out this skirt and blouse combo for PT gear, I suppose." Claire shrugged.

The pair kept walking along the paths, their conversation flowing effortlessly. Claire found herself opening up to Eugene, sharing stories from her life back home, while he listened attentively and shared snippets of his own experiences growing up in Louisiana. She could tell they were going to be inseparable already.

"You know," Claire began, "I feel like I've known you my whole life. And we've known each other what? Twenty minutes, if that?"

Eugene smiled, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and affection. "It's funny how some people just have that effect on you, isn't it? It's like we were destined to meet here at this very moment."

But, much to Claire's dismay, they soon came upon the group of boys she had a run-in with earlier. "Don't make eye contact, Eugene. Just keep walking." Claire whispered urgently, pulling him along with a tight grip on his arm.

"Why? What happened?" Eugene asked, sensing Claire's uneasiness.

Her eyes darted around nervously as she spoke, and she unconsciously picked up her pace, her feet pounding against the ground in a hurried rhythm. "It's a long story. I'll explain later," she managed to say between breaths.

"You know, for being in heels, you sure can move in them," Eugene chuckled as he tried to keep up with her.

"Yeah, and I won't be afraid to use them as a weapon," She mumbled under her breath, drawing a small laugh from Eugene.

"Hey, is that her?" Talbert shouted.

Claire rolled her eyes and groaned. She instinctively clutched Eugene's arm, her grip tightening.

"No, Tab. She's one of the five hundred other girls here," Guarnere sneered. 

"No need to be a smartass, Bill," Talbert replied. "But, is that her?" he asked again.

Grant sighed in defeat, "Uh...yeah, that's her."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Introduce us!" Luz bellowed, clapping Grant on the back.

Grant shook his head, "I'm not gonna bother her. She's talking with someone."

"Well, if you don't, then I will!" Talbert yelled back as he ran off towards Claire.

"Tab!" Grant shouted.

"You know, you can't hide us from her. We're gonna meet her anyways." Malarkey pointed out to Grant.

Grant rolled his eyes, "Yeah, obviously, but Tab hitting on her isn't going to help, that's for sure," he replied as he sprinted after Talbert.

Claire was practically running away by now, with Eugene hot on her heels. They heard running footsteps behind them and Claire sighed in defeat, knowing it was inevitable that the boys would catch up to them. Eugene and Claire shared a knowing glance before turning to watch Talbert and Grant approaching them. Grant looked at Claire sympathetically, bracing himself for whatever Talbert had to say. 

"You know, I was feeling a little off today, but you've turned me on again!" Talbert exclaimed, a smirk on his face.

Claire, amused, tried to stifle a laugh, putting her hands on her hips, while Eugene winced at Talbert's attempt at a pick-up line.

"Oh my God..." Grant muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"The name's Floyd Talbert," he continued on, "You must be Claire. Grant, here, hasn't shut up about you. And from what I see, he's not wrong; you ARE gorgeous!

Claire couldn't help but blush slightly under Talbert's compliment, especially at the mention of Grant. To think that Grant had already been talking about her to his friends was surprising, yet oddly endearing. Floyd Talbert was good-looking, no doubt about it, and she found herself flattered by his words, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. It wasn't every day that someone approached her with such confidence and admiration. 

"NO. CLAIRE, STOP. THIS IS NOT WHY YOU'RE HERE!" she internally screamed at herself.

Grant, on the other hand, could feel his face growing warm with embarrassment. "Please ignore him, Claire," Grant said apologetically. "Apparently, he's always like this."

Her eyes lingered on Grant as he spoke. There was something charming about Grant's blushing cheeks and his genuine concern for her. She noticed the way his brow furrowed as he tried to distance himself from Talbert's antics and the way his eyes softened when he looked back at her.

"Nice to meet you, Floyd," she replied, extending her hand for a handshake. "But I think Grant exaggerated a bit. I'm just an ordinary girl."

Talbert took Claire's hand and brought it to his lips, placing a light kiss on her knuckles. "Oh, I highly doubt that," he said with a wink. 

Grant's jaw dropped as he observed Talbert laying on the charm. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, knowing that this was just Talbert's way of getting to know Claire. Grant had learned to expect the unexpected from his friend, and it seemed that everyone else was finding out the same thing.

"You know, Floyd," Claire said, a small smile playing on her lips, "I must say, your confidence is quite impressive. I am truly flattered. I guess meeting people like you three is a good start to my new life here."

"Well, Claire, I think we'll get along just fine. Talbert grinned widely, clearly pleased with his own charms. "And, with that, I'll be seeing you around." he winked at Claire once more and walked away, leaving Grant with her and Eugene.

Claire voiced her thoughts, "What the hell was that?" she laughed. Eugene raised an eyebrow and exchanged a concerned glance with Claire.

"I am so sorry about him, Claire," Grant apologized, "He can be a...character."

Claire's expression softened as she reached out and placed her hand on Grant's arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. "He's harmless." she smiled, "Besides, it's refreshing to meet someone like Talbert. He adds a certain...color to this place."

I'm glad you see it that way," Grant replied, a twinkle in his eyes. "Though I can't promise that he won't try to charm you again at some point," he grinned before walking away.

"You okay?" Eugene asked, placing a hand on Claire's shoulder.

"That was...something else, wasn't it?" Claire replied, still laughing slightly, "Let's keep walking."

"And that's how it's done!" Talbert's chest puffed out with pride as he strode towards the rest of their group, a smug smile on his face. Guarnere gave Talbert a playful shove, teasing him about his attempt at wooing Claire. 

"I swear, Tab, you're something else," Grant chuckled, shaking his head.

"I like it when they play hard to get," Talbert said with a flirtatious tone in his voice, "I'm gonna get that girl by the time we go to war."

"You know she has a name, right?" Grant quipped, rolling his eyes. 

Talbert paused for a moment, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Of course, I know her name, Grant. Claire. A name as beautiful as she is."

As Grant watched Claire and Eugene walking away, he smiled to himself, feeling his affection for her grow with each passing moment. He knew that he wanted to get to know her better, to understand her thoughts, her fears, her dreams. But, for now, he kept his feelings to himself, knowing that he had a long way to go before he could truly earn her trust.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed when Luz approached him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Don't sweat it, Grant," Luz said with a knowing smile. "Tab might have made quite the impression on Claire, but she'll see through all of that eventually."

Grant sighed, trying to hide the turmoil within him. "I hope so," he murmured softly.

Luz leaned closer, his voice filled with wisdom beyond his years. "You've got something different, my friend. Talbert may know how to turn on the charm, but you...you've got the kind of genuine, steady presence that's rare to find," he said. "And I think that matters more than any flashy antics. You're the kind of guy that Claire will trust and rely on when the going gets tough. Talbert might be the life of the party, but it's people like you who make the party worth attending."

Grant couldn't help but smile at Luz's words, although he was still uncertain about his own feelings towards Claire. He knew that he had a lot to learn about her and that he needed to be patient.

Later on that day, Easy Company had their first meal together in the mess hall. Claire was sitting at a table with Eugene, Alley, Shifty Powers, and Skinny Sisk. 

Claire was trying to reconcile her feelings as well. Although she felt flattered by the attention and compliments from both Talbert and Grant, she couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the situation. And, of course, her table was right across from them.

"Great," she thought, "This oughta be fun."

It also didn't help that Talbert kept winking at her. She glanced around the mess hall, taking in the sea of males who were seemingly gazing at her from across the room. Some looked more interested than others, but she couldn't shake off that feeling of unease.

"What? Have they not seen a female before?" she thought.

Claire was glad that the boys she was sitting with didn't seem to mind her presence and were even engaging her in conversation, making her feel a bit more comfortable in the male-dominated environment. But, her eyes were drawn to Grant. His presence seemed to radiate a warmth that was inviting and comforting.

Eugene leaned closer to her, "You okay?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, I'm fine," Claire replied, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness, "Just overwhelmed, I suppose."

"You sure? You seem really uncomfortable," Eugene asked, concern etched on his face.

Claire sighed, "Well, I mean, look around, Eugene. It's a bit of a sausage fest." 

Eugene chuckled, "Yeah, you've got a point there. But, don't worry, Claire. I'll protect you from the horde of testosterone," he winked at her.

Claire smiled gratefully at Eugene, "My hero." His lightheartedness eased her tension, even if only for a moment. The mess hall buzzed with the clatter of trays and the boisterous chatter of soldiers, but amidst the chaos, she found solace in his presence beside her.

Alley nudged Claire's shoulder, "Hey, don't worry about those horned-up fools across from us. Roe's right, we've got your back."

The rest of dinner was uneventful, as the conversation at their table flowed easily. Eugene and the others made Claire feel like an equal, not just a girl in a sea of boys—until she heard a rather unpleasant conversation from the table across from her.

"How much do you want to bet that she slept with some higher-up in order to get here?" Guarnere asked his companions at the table.

Grant looked up at him, surprised and disapproving, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and protectiveness. "What?" he asked.

"I mean, come on, Chuck." Guarnere continued, "Do you really think the army just let her join? She must've spread her legs for someone important."

Claire almost wanted to bust out laughing at Guarnere's absurd accusation, "That's funny," She thought, "Considering you're talking about a girl who hasn't even had her first kiss yet."

"What are you talking about?" Toye interjected. Liebgott and Talbert started laughing, but the rest of the table remained silent.

"Jesus, Bill, she could hear you!" Grant hissed at him.

"So?" Guarnere shrugged, "Why do you care anyways?" 

"Because she's one of us, that's why. We're all here fighting the same damn war," Grant's voice was steady, but there was an undeniable intensity behind his words. The atmosphere at the table grew heavy as Grant's words hung in the air. "She volunteered to be here, just like we all did. She left behind everything she knew, just like we all did. She's not a plaything for someone's twisted fantasies. She's a soldier, just like we all will be."

Toye, Liebgott, Talbert, Malarkey, Luz, and even Guarnere all went silent. The weight of Grant's words settled over the table, each man reflecting on their own thoughts. 

Eugene placed his hand on Claire's shoulder, "See, Claire, we've got your back."

She nodded as she placed her hand on top of Eugene's on her shoulder. She met Grant's gaze and mouthed a 'thank you' to him. Grant nodded in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

After dinner, Claire and Eugene returned to Second Platoon's barracks, their steps in sync and casually bumping shoulders with each other, already inseparable on their first day together. Claire had given up on trying to keep her heels clean and was now carrying them, walking barefoot in the soft grass of the field.

"You doing okay, Claire?" he asked softly, "Dinner was a little rough."

Claire paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to collect her thoughts. "Yeah, I'm alright," she replied with a grateful smile. "Thanks to you, Alley and Grant, I feel like I have a support system here. It means a lot to me."

Eugene smiled warmly. "Always, Claire. We're a team now, remember? We look out for each other."

As they approached the barracks, the voices of their fellow soldiers grew louder, blending together into a chaotic symphony of laughter and banter. Claire slipped her heels back on as Eugene held the door for her, "After you, mademoiselle," he said with a playful smile.

Claire made her way to her bed between Grant's and Eugene's, her footsteps echoing across the room as she moved through the space. Soldiers were scattered about, some huddled together playing cards, others polishing their boots or lazily flipping through magazines. 

Grant was lying on his stomach, reading some sort of sports magazine, deeply engrossed in the baseball section. His brows furrowed in concentration as he scanned the pages. It was almost as if he was back home, with the warm summer breeze rustling through the leaves and the crack of the bat echoing through the air.

"It just goes to show," Claire thought, "How much we all leave behind when we join this fight. How young we really are." 

"Whatcha reading? Joe DiMaggio's winning home runs?" Claire teased.

Grant looked over at her, laughing, "God, no. Not since he left the Seals and went to the Yankees. Only the LA Angels for me."

"Ooh, touchy subject," Claire muttered, settling down on her bed, instinctively tucking her legs under her as she kicked off her heels again. "You know, my home city is the home of one of the best teams, in my opinion," she grinned mischievously, "The Tigers."

"Ooh, Claire, those are some fightin' words," Skip Muck called out from across the room.

"Actually," Claire piped up, "None of the boys are playing baseball these days. The ladies are taking charge."

Grant raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Ladies taking charge? What are you talking about?"

Claire leaned back against her bed, crossing her arms. "Oh, you haven't heard? I'm quite surprised. Supposedly, while the men are at war, we ladies are playing in their place. There's an all-girl league in the making, my friend."

Grant's curiosity piqued as he leaned in closer, setting his magazine aside. "An all-girl league? You mean, like a professional baseball league?" he asked, his eyes wide with interest.

"Now, you've got it!" Claire exclaimed. 

"So, when does this league start?" Grant asked.

"They're still in the early stages of planning, but from what I've heard, it won't be long before they start recruiting players. Probably next year."

"So, are you a baseball fanatic or something?" Grant quipped back.

"Me? Oh, God, no, I don't even know how to play!" Claire laughed, shaking her head. "But, I am a fan of breaking rules and boundaries. Hell, that's why I'm here with all of you." Claire reached into her footlocker, got a pad of paper, and began writing a letter to her mother about her arrival at Camp Toccoa.

Dear Mom,

I finally arrived at Camp Toccoa today after the long-as-hell train ride, and let me tell you, it is unlike anything I have ever seen before. The camp is situated in the heart of the Georgia woods, surrounded by a majestic forest that stretches as far as the eye can see and a large hill, nearly as tall as a mountain.

When I first arrived, I met a boy my age named James Alley right outside the entrance. He's tall and lean with dark brown hair and brown eyes; he's handsome. He and I walked in together after both voicing our nervousness about the future. 

Once inside, I encountered a group of rowdy boys and knew they would be trouble. They started causing a raucous, whistling, cat-calling, immature foolishness if you ask me. There were seven in the group, to be exact. So, knowing me, I walked over and stood up for myself. I figured I'm on my own here. Who's going to stand up for me? Anyway, after I told them off, I walked away with Alley. But, much to our dismay, one of the boys, Joe Liebgott, called him back to the group, I guess to ask about me or something.

As I kept walking, I suddenly heard footsteps running toward me, and I thought, "Oh, great. Now what?" But when I turned around, it was one of the boys that wasn't acting like a fool. His name is Charles Grant and he's from California. He's got these bright blue eyes, sandy-brown hair neatly side-parted, not a hair out of place. I will be frank with you, Mom, my immediate reaction was, "Oh my God! He's drop-dead gorgeous!" He looks like a movie star right out of a magazine! I think you'd like him.

Claire couldn't contain her laughter as she wrote the last sentence. 

"What's so funny?" Grant asked, lying on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows.

Claire's attention snapped to him, but unable to look him in the eyes, "Oh, nothing, just writing a letter to my parents. We're very close."

But, I had to remind myself that this isn't why I'm here. I didn't give in and asked what he wanted. And he told me, "I just wanted to apologize on behalf of my friends. They're idiots and shouldn't have acted that way. I wasn't impressed, though, and I asked him why they weren't apologizing. He said that he felt his apology would be more sincere. He offered to show me where check-in was. As we walked along, we talked about where we were from. Once he showed me the office to check in, I walked in, leaving him outside. But, guess what, Mom? He waited for me.

In the office, I met two of my commanding officers, Lieutenants Winters and Nixon. Lieutenant Nixon seems like a fun time, a good person to go out partying with. When I left the office, I now had a stack of gear piled high above my head. Grant offered to help, and, at first, I told him I could handle it. But, something about him made me give in and eventually let him help me.

I thanked him and explained my reasoning for saying 'no' at first. He asked me what platoon I was in, and it turns out we're both in second. He and I walked along over to the barracks, casually talking. He had gotten here just this morning and was still as lost as I was. I told him he didn't need to wait for me back at check-in and that I could have made it around myself, but he told me he wanted to. That was shocking. I don't think any boy has shown me that kindness before. 

Inside the barracks, there was one bed left, ironically between his and another medic's. After he left, I noticed the other medic and he introduced himself to me. His name is Eugene Roe. He's half Cajun, from Louisiana, a true southern boy. He has jet-black hair and dark blue eyes; he's very cute. I felt a real connection starting right there. I could tell we would be inseparable. I offered him to go on a walk with me to get familiar with the area. I have to say, Mom, our conversation flowed effortlessly, like we had known each other for years. 

On our walk, we ran back into Grant and his group, much to my dismay. One of the boys, Floyd Talbert, used this horrible pick-up line that made me want to bust out laughing right there. He even kissed my hand after introducing himself! I noticed, though, that it made Grant a tad uncomfortable. 

Later on that day at dinner, I was sitting with Eugene and Alley when I heard an unpleasant conversation across from our table at Grant and his friend's. One of the men, Bill Guarnere, suggested that I had slept my way to the top in order to get here. Can you believe that? I nearly fell off the bench! And the best part was that Grant stood up for me and told him off. Again, I was in shock!

After dinner, we all returned to our barracks, and here I am writing to you. Grant and I just finished a riveting conversation about the all-girls baseball league that's starting soon. He's supposedly a baseball fanatic, but never heard about it? Anyway, tell Dad we've got an LA Angels fan on our hands!

Tomorrow basic training starts. I'm nervous, but I knew what I was getting into. I'll write to you again tomorrow night and tell you how it went. Wish me luck!

Love always, 

Claire

With a heavy sigh, Claire meticulously folded the letter and slipped it into a plain white envelope. She quickly stashed the envelope in her footlocker, hiding it away from anyone who might try to snoop.

She tiptoed to the cramped bathroom, to change into her sleepwear and clean her makeup off. She then climbed the small bunk, laying her head down on the pillow, hoping for a peaceful night's sleep despite the unknowns of the next morning. Just as she was about to close her eyes, Claire heard a sleepy voice coming from the adjacent bed. 

"Goodnight, Claire."

And that first 'goodnight' would be one of many said to Claire for years to come.

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[visforvengeance]

as it was (carmen berzatto x reader)

How do you let go of someone you once loved so dearly? Someone you spent every waking moment with, who loved you just as much as you loved them? Carmen never meant for this to happen. He hated himself for fucking up something that others could only dream of. If he ever regretted anything, it was not fighting for you harder. 

You weren’t just some girl he became close friends with, you were all of that and more. If he believed in god, he’d be praying for one more chance with you, to do things differently. He loved you. More than life, more than anything. 

He stands in this empty restaurant that he’s worked so hard for, his life is practically perfect. Except there’s no you. He should be happy but all he feels is emptiness. He’s gone and fucked it all. As cheesy as it may sound, you were the one that got away. 

Warnings: cursing ofc, angst, no happy ending, whatever the hell donna has done to her kids, grief, death of a family member (mentioned), claire slander, cheating, eventual smut (hell yeah). i believe that's it lmao. if I've missed anything, I'm so sorry. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

{in progress}

Chapter 1

Chapter 2, 2.5

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[powdrz]

Hii!! I’m looking for a rp partner!! :) 

I’m currently 18!!I don’t have a specific preference age wise, but I do prefer 17+. I know the gap isn’t big, but it’s totally different maturity levels!! I’m okay with all sorts of themes, such as romance, platonic pairings (friends or siblings), angst, fluff, nsfw (as long as you’re 18+, and also obviously in a romance aspect. I’m not comfortable with anything like sexual assualt or that! Mentions are fine, as long as they’re past type things, not something that happens during the time of our rp if that makes sense!)i shouldn’t have to say it, but I do NOT support any sort of proshipping, dni if you do. 

I don’t do fandomless rps, and i don’t rp with or against ocs, sorry! I am into many fandoms and ships, and if there’s a fandom or ship on the list that you wanna ask if i’m up for, just ask, i honestly might be! :] i’m also up for doubling!!!

I’m gonna rank it from what i wanna do the most to least, but if it’s closer to the bottom, don’t fret! I put it on the list for a reason :)

Arcane

Powder/Jinx x Ekko (preference for Powder/Jinx)

Vi and Powder/Jinx (Jinx/Powder pref)

isha and Jinx (Jinx pref)

Xmen/deadpool

Origins Deadclaws(will write either)

Deadclaws(will write either)

Vanessa x Wade (wade pref, willing to write vanessa)

Scogan (will write either)

Cherik (will write either)

Negasonic x Yukio (will write either)

Cablepool (Wade preference, not really up to write cable)

Supernatural

Destiel (either)

Samwena(Sam preference, kinda up to write Rowena…idk how good i’d do though LOL)

Drowley (Dean pref not wanting to write crowley)

Megstiel (either)

Sastiel (haven’t explored it…kinda curious, and i’ll write either)

LisaDean (either)

JoDean(either)

Claire x Kaia (Claire preference)

Sam and Dean (either)

Castiel and Claire (Either)

Hannibal

Hannigram (Will preference. Won’t write for Hannibal, sorry!)

Will x Alana (either)

Margot x Alana (either)

Abigail and Will

Abigail and/x Marissa (ship or platonic, either works and i’ll write for either)

Shameless

Gallavich (Ian, Mickey, Mandy preference! Won’t write for either Sandy or Debbie sorry💔)

BonnieCarl (bonnie preference, will write carl ofc)

Jasmine x Fiona (Fiona preference)

V x Svet (either)

V x Kev (Kev pref)

any of the sibling duos!

The hunger games

Everlark (either)

Stranger things

Lumax (Max pref)

Elmike (el pref)

Elmax(either)

Ronance(Robin pref)

ChrissyEddie (before anyone says shit, chrissy is 17 and 9 months, Eddie is 19 it is genuinely not that bad😭) (chrissy preference)

There’s probably more, but these are the ones i’m most interested in as of right now!! I don’t have any specific plots in mind, and if you read all of this, thank you!!! I’m open to aus, and open to canon based stuff, open to whatever!! One of my favorite aus have been college aus for some reason, but, yeah! Just reach out with either an idea or we can brainstorm together !! :) also, i prefer to write on discord, and do NOT add me if you’re gonna give me one liners, i prefer description, at LEAST 3-5 paragraphs, and I can write up to two nitro messages max :)! I mirror lengths! If you’re interested do NOT just like the post!!! Please comment or dm me. State your age, the fandoms and pairings your interested in, who you’d like to play, plot ideas(if you have any), triggers, and preferred themes(if you have any)!!!

[umjamlam]

i keep forgetting that frankie is a potential shipmate for britta.... they would be so cute...

also i read a fic where annie gets together w clair and its!!!! such a good pairing, its canon in my brain