dawn x xander

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buffy meme: seven quotes / not one of them will ever know (potential)
—”seven years, dawn. working with the slayer. seeing my friends get more and more powerful. a witch. a demon. hell, i could fit oz in my shaving kit, but come a full moon, he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. powerful. all of them. and i’m the guy who fixes the windows.”

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shipper meme | established relationships (canon in the comics) ♡ dawn summers & xander harris 

dawn has loved me her whole life. it’s not unweird, knowing her since she was little, and i do feel a tad bit humbert humbert… or henry higgins — i can never remember which is which… but she’s grown. and shrunk. she’s not the same. i’m kind of in love with her.

Ike/Xander C-A Support

Written by @dawn-awakens


C SUPPORT

Xander: Sir Ike!

Ike: Hm? Oh, hello there. Um… you’re Xander, from the World of Conquest, right?

Xander: That’s right.

Ike: Well met, Xander. I’m Ike, although it looks like you knew that already.

Xander: Of course. Stories of the Radiant Hero of legend reach even across realms, you know.

Ike: That’s flattering, but I’m no one special. I just did what needed to be done, and had a lot of help along the way.

Xander: You say that, and yet such modesty is a quality only true heroes possess.

Ike: *sigh* I suppose I should just get used to this sort of thing while I’m in Askr.

Xander: Apologies, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.

Ike: Nah, it’s fine. Just feels weird having everyone heap so much praise on me, especially in this world, where I’m about as heroic as anyone else you’d run into in the castle. Well, except maybe that Narcian fellow…

Xander: Yes, well, Narcian aside, all of the heroes in the castle do have their own stories to tell, but I can guess why yours resonates with everyone so much.

Ike: I’m listening.

Xander: Well, yours is an incredible story of a common mercenary who rises to the challenge of guarding his country’s hope against the tyranny of an oppressive power, correct?

Ike: Er… yeah, I suppose you could simplify it that way.

Xander: There you have it then. Those here of common blood see your story as inspiration to better themselves. If you could accomplish such deeds, there’s nothing stopping them.

Ike: Huh. I guess that makes sense.

Xander: Meanwhile, speaking personally, those who are of royal blood are fascinated at the lengths that a once average citizen would go to to protect that which he holds dear.

Ike: Hm… I can sort of see where you’re coming from. Still though, there are far more impressive heroes here to admire than me.

Xander: Hahaha… I suppose you’re entitled to that opinion.

Ike: Right, well, I appreciate the insight, but I’m assuming you had a different reason to approach me?

Xander: Ah, yes. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to challenge you to a duel. I believe I could learn much from you.

Ike: Heh. I was hoping you’d say that, to be honest. The feeling’s mutual. Fighting strong opponents from other worlds is always fun, and you certainly look strong.

Xander: I’m honored. Well then, shall we begin?

Ike: Sure, just don’t expect me to hold back. I’ve apparently got quite the reputation to uphold.

[Ike and Xander have reached support rank C.]


B SUPPORT

Ike: Oh, hello, Xander. How’s your arm doing?

Xander: Greetings, Sir Ike. Still sore, if you can believe it. I’d never have thought the most grievous wound I’d receive after sparring with the Radiant Hero himself for the past few days would come from a third party.

Ike: Yeah, Anna slugged you pretty hard when she saw how much it’d cost to repair the damage we did to the castle in our last bout. To be expected when both fighters decide to use magical swords, I suppose.

Xander: Perhaps we should go back to using training swords from our next session onwards?

Ike: Well that wouldn’t be any fun at all, now would it?

Xander: Ha! Perhaps not.

Ike: I just wish she would have at least let us finish. The score is still tied now, after all.

Xander: Indeed. You were correct to suggest that using our real blades could be used to settle the tie. I’m fairly certain I would have emerged the victor had we the chance to finish.

Ike: I don’t know about that.

Xander: Hahaha, agree to disagree I suppose. At any rate, I daresay the damage to the castle would have been the same even without your divine blade. Wherever did you learn to fight?

Ike: Well, I learned most of my skills from my father.

Xander: Oh, I see.

Ike: He was a terrific swordsman, unmatched in skill and strength. Even beyond that, after our mother died, he looked after not only myself and my sister, but also our entire mercenary group. I learned pretty much everything I know about anything from him… If it wasn’t for his guidance I don’t think anyone would be calling me a hero at all.

Xander: …

Ike: How about you, Xander? You fight too well to be self taught, and since you’re royalty I’m assuming your father knew a thing or two about the blade. Did you learn from him as well?

Xander: Ah, yes. I… did.

Ike: Well then, I’m sure he’d be proud to see how well you’ve taken after him.

Xander: …

Ike: Um, everything alright Xander? Did I say something wrong?

Xander: No, not at all… Excuse me, I should be-

Ike: Hey, you can talk to me if something’s bothering you. I may not know what to say or even be able to help, but it’s better than keeping everything bottled up.

Xander: *sigh* Well… There was a time when my father was a very respectable man, and had many of the same traits as yours. He was kind, strong, and cared deeply about those dear to him, perhaps even to a fault.

Ike: But…

Xander: …Suffice to say, he suddenly began to change for the worst. He grew callous, cutting himself off from everyone, and his battle tactics grew more and more ruthless. By the time my youngest sister was born, my other siblings and I could barely recognize him.

Ike: I see.

Xander: All he did, he claimed to do for the glory of Nohr, but he was always lashing out at everyone, no matter the situation. He’d execute prisoners left and right, and threaten even my siblings with the same fate whenever they went against his wishes.

Ike: What? That’s terrible!

Xander: Indeed. I… did my best to be their pillar of support, but as Crown Prince, our father’s eye was often on me, intent on molding me into his essence. For the good of our family and our country, I knew I needed to remain in his good books, so I obeyed to the best of my ability, but…

Ike: Oh… So when I suggested you’d taken after him…

Xander: …I apologize, Sir Ike. I fear I’ve went on for far too long already. I thank you for listening, but I think it’s best that I be on my way for the time being.

Ike: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-

Xander: Don’t let it trouble you. Good day then.

[Xander exits.]

Ike: …*sigh* I sure messed that up.

[Ike and Xander have reached support rank B.]


A SUPPORT

Xander: Hya! Hah!

Ike: Hyaaa!!

Xander: Wha-?!

Ike: Heh, looks like this one’s mine.

Xander: Ha… yes, I suppose so… I yield.

Ike: Phew, I’ve been doing pretty well today. Guess all this training we’ve been doing together is paying off.

Xander: Well-

Ike: At least, that’s what I’d say if you weren’t so obviously distracted by something.

Xander: Hm? What makes you-

Ike: Is this about what you told me the other day? About your father?

Xander: …So you still remember. I should apologize again, I don’t really know what came over me. It’s not like me to ramble so much, I assure you.

Ike: Don’t worry about it, I was the one who brought it up. But I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, actually. To be honest, I was a little caught off guard to hear something like that has been bothering you all this time.

Xander: …While it’s been on my mind for many years, I can usually keep it in the back of my thoughts as long as I have something to do, be it training or commanding armies. But hearing how much your father influenced you…

Ike: It struck a chord?

Xander: …If the influence of an exemplary father can turn one into the world’s strongest hero, then what of a case like mine?

Ike: What of it? I don’t see a problem.

Xander: But-

Ike: I won’t take back what I said, my father’s teachings are what made everything I did possible. But honestly, I think I was just lucky in that regard. Many members of my company had less than ideal parents. Some don’t even remember who brought them up. And yet, they were every bit as heroic as I was. Maybe even moreso.

Xander: Why do you say that?

Ike: They had additional hurdles to overcome. My life hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park, but I’m not even sure if I’d still be here if I had been born into the same situations as some of them.

Xander: I see…

Ike: Overcoming adversity despite the odds… that’s what it means to be a hero, isn’t it? I’m sorry that you have to deal with something like this, but I think history will someday see you in a far finer light than it does me.

Xander: I appreciate the vote of confidence, however I’m afraid I can’t be so certain of that myself.

Ike: Do you think I was certain of anything throughout my journey? Frankly, looking back, I could have been killed many times. It was faith that saw me through it all. Faith in the skills my father taught me, yes, but also faith in myself, and in my allies.

Xander: I can relate to that. I too, have many allies I can rely on in times of hardship. Their continued support is something I will always cherish.

Ike: Then why don’t you try being a bit more open with them? I’m sure someone among your friends and family have more practical solutions to all this. At the very least, confiding in those close to you is something your father probably didn’t do either, so it would be a step in the right direction.

Xander: Will it really be enough though? Or worse yet, what if they wind up getting hurt as a result?

Ike: It won’t come to that, I’m sure of it.

Xander: Would that I could be so certain.

Ike: I’ll have to be certain enough for the both of us then. If it’s for the sake of your country and your family, I’m sure you’ll find a way. That’s the kind of person you are, Xander. The kind who would do whatever it took to… how did you put it when we first met… “protect that which he holds dear.”

Xander: Sir Ike… I… will try. I thank you for your wisdom. I admit, I feel a small relief now even if nothing has truly changed. You’re surprisingly easy to talk to, it seems.

Ike: I don’t know about that, but I’m glad I could help. And I’d be happy to help even more, if you’ll let me.

Xander: How do you mean?

Ike: Well, I could just keep beating you in these duels. I’m no pushover, but if you can no longer beat me in a practice fight I don’t think you have to worry about tearing apart your family anytime soon.

Xander: Heh… If someone can still speak to me like that, I don’t think I have to worry about being as intimidating as my father for quite some time. With that said, I hope you’re ready to have your title of strongest hero brought into question.

Ike: By all means. One thing though. It’s Ike. Just Ike, please.

Xander: Ha… as you wish, Ike. At your ready.

[Ike and Xander have reached support rank A.]

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shipper meme | heartwarming scenes ♡ “yeah, they’re special. no doubt”

i saw what you did last night. you thought you were all special. miss sunnydale 2003. and the minute you found out you weren’t, you handed the crown to amanda without a moment’s pause. you gave her your power.  they’ll never know how tough it is, dawnie, to be the one who isn’t chosen. to live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. but i know. i see more than anybody realizes because nobody’s watching me. i saw you last night. i see you working here today. you’re not special. you’re extraordinary.

buffy spoilers ...

just want to say that I think killing Anya was one of the most pointless and badly written things I have ever seen on television. it’s not even like her death could have lead on to something interesting in later episodes, because there are no more episodes? she was literally killed in the final episode of the show? also it kinda seemed like no one cared?? Xander, who was literally going to marry her, had a *very brief* conversation with Andrew about how she died bravely or something then 5 minutes later started making jokes about there being no shops and that?? and it’s not like any other of the characters reacted either, no one even mentioned it. I’m just mad that my queen, anya christina emmanuella jenkins, had to die.
rant over

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“Seven years, Dawn. Working with the slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. A witch. A demon. Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit, but come a full moon, he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. Powerful. All of them. And I’m the guy who fixes the windows. I saw what you did last night. You thought you were all special. Miss Sunnydale 2003. And the minute you found out you weren’t, you handed the crown to Amanda without a moment’s pause. You gave her your power. They’ll never know how tough it is, Dawnie, to be the one who isn’t chosen. To live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody’s watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You’re not special. You’re extraordinary.

Hunters on the Hellmouth

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Chapter 10: Demons

The wipers swished against the gentle summer rain, and Dean grumbled as they idled at a stoplight. “Lightning my ass. There weren’t even any burn marks. If this were home, I’d be leaning toward wraith; but who the the hell knows here. Wounds were too big for a wraith anyway.”

After visiting the morgue to look at the body of someone killed the previous night in what the newspapers were calling a freak act of God, the Winchesters were driving through the rain on their way to Buffy’s for a night of research with the Scoobies. Until they knew how to kill whatever it was, no one was going on patrol.

“Buffy said something about killing a pole dancer demon –”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what it’s called,” said Sam, flipping through the case file once more.

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Chapter 11: Friends with Benefits

The rain pattered on the roof as the cool morning breeze drifted in through the open window. Buffy was curled around Dean. Though her endless energy made her a heater, she shivered against the air.

With his free arm, Dean drew the blankets up over her shoulders. He picked up a lock of her hair and stroked it between his fingers.

She sighed contentedly, and, still asleep, squeezed her arm tighter around his chest.

What was the correct response when someone confessed they’ve died before? Did he compare how long it took to crawl from his grave? How long it was before his ears and eyes stopped feeling overstimulated? The grief and relief in a sibling’s face when they realized they could hug her again? Did they discuss which was worse: the hell of Hell or the hell of being yanked from Heaven? (Or why her heaven was nothingness?)

Dean didn’t know, so he’d kissed her, held her, listened, and occasionally responded.

Buffy was a natural leader complete with the facade of being in control, but her secret was she was in constant turmoil. It wasn’t just finding work and looking out for her sister. She’d told him those secrets almost from the get-go. Remembering how to do more than exist, how to care, that’s what tore her up. College, movie marathons, water balloon fights with Dawn were all steps in recapturing how to live.

Having considered suicide by angel just a few weeks before, Dean was acquainted with such despair. The second step was less familiar.

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