#Leon W. Grant

[secondpersonpoetry]

Franziska Linkerhand, Brigitte Reimann

#do you ever start reading a novel and not even get past the first page before shrieking 'LEON' #incredibly niche content. this is for real just for me #and i understand this HOWEVER it bothered me and rotated in my brain so much i NEEDED to come put this here. stupid!!! hrrrggggghhhrrrh!!!! #and i was just going to put the verdreifachen line and i'm not happy with how it's edited but it's FINE everything's fine it's just. #LEON. #and like granted does this totally hold true no i don't think so it just slots into the terrible terrible universe of quotes i have for him #but i can't articulate it right. also we're throwing this into the Heimat thesis breakdown pile for leon &wherever the brainworms r crawlin #<- that is the one i mean thank you. yelling into the void ash & alice u will never be forgiven for starting this ily #ich möchte mein Leben verdreifachen / um nachzuholen / die lange lange Zeit / als es dich nicht gab #do i put this on the actual hockey blog to have the breakdown there and figure out what i mean? maybe. #but then i KNOW i'd have to translate it so people can read it and already i wouldn't know if i want to say my life in triplicate #or my life thrice over and if it's there was no you or you weren't there. save me translation theory save me (smacks me with a steel chair) #also it is SO raw. #i'm not afraid of the present but the memories i can't fight back against the pictures in ur head i can't see a pain i did not share w/ u.. #and i do think the reason it hits so hard as a c/l to me is maybe the idea of this not as i didn't know you then at all #but that they did grow up together. and it's that he didn't have him in the way he does now he doesn't know him like he does now and now #he has to think about the life he had with connor&he want to do it once / twice over now to know to make up for the time he missed with him #but it also falls into the one in every dream i have of you you are making breakfast that even when i dream i'm dreaming of you inside them #(the life thrice over) #anyway. multitude of others it could be however bc it's auf Deutsch it got assigned leon even if it may not fit as perfectly. OH TIME LOOPS #THE JAMIE/TREVOR DUAL TIME LOOPS FIC OH MY GOD YEAH THAT'S THIS HOW DID IT TAKE ME SO LONG TO GET TO TIME LOOPS WITH LIFE THRICE OVER yesss

[kianely]

”YOU SEND ME RIGHT TO HEAVEN”

i. PAIRING — Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

ii. SYNOPSIS — Fresh out of police academy, Leon heads back to his hometown to crash with his best friend before he has to move to Raccoon City. The only problem is, you’re there too — his best friend’s sibling. He has been harboring feelings for you for years, so being under the same roof as you rekindles some emotions he wasn’t able to bury. You were in a similar position.

iii. CONTENT — MDNI, 18+, mutual feelings + confessions, fluff, kissing, making out, brief mentions of masturbation, blowjob (Leon receiving), lube, fingering (reader receiving), penetrative sex, protection, consent checks, aftercare, you just graduated college (so around same age as him), banter, he’s like the boy next door, late night car ride, he’s kinda cliche and throws a rock at your window, no mention of parents, I tried to make this more dialogue heavy woo, in Grammarly I trust, let there be no typos

iv. WC — 8.6k

Leon drummed his fingers against the leather fabric of his steering wheel, humming along to the song playing in his car. He was excited, parked outside of his old high school’s friend house — which by extension, was your house too.

He was fresh out of police academy, a soon-to-be rookie at the Raccoon City Department. He packed some bags with enough of his belongings and drove back to his hometown, wanting to spend some time with his good and most trusted pal before he settled down in a new city and focused on his work.

He took his keys off the ignition, got off, and got his bags. His hands were full when he walked up to the front door, so he rang the doorbell with his elbow. For some reason, he felt a tad bit nervous. He’d seen your brother maybe over six months ago, but he hadn’t been inside the place in a while, maybe a few years.

When the door began to open, he was almost ready to say your brother’s name. Instead, he was greeted with a special someone he hadn’t expected to see. You.

Leon nearly dropped his bags. He hadn’t seen you in a couple of years because you decided to dorm at a university. Right. Yes. You must’ve graduated by now.

“Leon?”

God, your voice almost made his jaw slacken. He loved hearing his name come out of your lips.

He didn’t even get a chance to respond — managing to keep his ground when you stepped out to hug him. “It’s so good to see you! It’s been what, like two years already?”

“Woah — yeah, yeah…something like that. It’s really good to see you too.”

You made his heartbeat spike. Your arms around him, the way you leaned against him. Granted, he was standing somewhat stiffly because he was holding his bags. But…he couldn’t resist you — he let them drop onto the patio floor with a couple of thumps before he wrapped his arms around you. He tried to do so in the most platonic way possible, fearing he’d see the light if your brother happened to join the scene.

Leon had a thing for you. Always had. Always will.

He was too scared to do a damn thing about it, in his eyes, you were simply off limits. Like a forbidden fruit, a temptation that couldn’t be indulged in without some sacrifice.

He let his arms linger back to his sides when you pulled away, and he sucked in a breath.

“Come on in,” you flashed him that gleaming smile of yours as you reached for one of his bags to help him out. “My brother’s upstairs cleaning up his room. He said he’s setting up a bed for you…I think.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t let me take the couch. Said he wanted me to be his roommate, so it’ll be just like old times.”

Leon was hit with a wave of nostalgia as he took a look at the interior, it looked exactly like he remembered. Not much had changed, aside from the addition of some photos, a wall-mount TV instead of a TV stand, and other small details here and there.

“You’ve changed a lot. In a good way.” You spoke up.

“Have I?”

“Yeah, I mean, just look at you.”

He looked down at himself. Shirt. Jacket. Shoes. A similar style as before. And he knew his hair wasn’t any different. What were you getting at?

He then looked back at you.

Oh.

Your eyes were practically glued to his arms. Have you always blatantly checked him out like this? Suddenly, he felt a wave of heat wash over him. The worst part is, you seemed genuinely curious — not like you were ogling him, but as if asking: Wow? Where’d those guns come from?

“It was all the drills at the police academy.” He knew that you knew that, which led him to believe that the point of your observation was to subtly compliment him. “The amount of training was pretty brutal, but I’m ready for the job.”

“I’m sure you are. I heard you graduated at the top ten percent of your class, that’s pretty cool!” You were being genuine, he could hear it in your voice since it went to a slightly higher-pitched tone.

The playful nudge you gave his shoulder made the ends of his eyes crinkle, he loved it when you did that — it reminded him of how things were back then when he visited often, the way you’d nudge him or even ruffle his hair whenever you were happy or excited over his accomplishments. It made him feel seen.

“It was nothing,” he was humble, as usual. “It has just always been my dream.”

“I know…I’m really proud of you, Leon.”

The way you attached his name to the praise just made it sound all the more personal, the tips of his ears felt like they were burning. He bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck. “Uh thanks, I really appreciate that. It means a lot coming from you.”

Leon had always been a complete sweetheart with you. He was the epitome of ‘the boy next door’. He had fond memories of trying to muster up the courage to ask you to be his Valentine’s during high school — the two of you attended the same one and were a year off from one another, so he saw you around. Again though, he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with your brother…so he never asked.

He thought about driving over to your house and throwing a pebble at your window to get your attention, and he’d be holding a bouquet in his hands. Just a daydream, but a fun one to look back on nevertheless. He always gave you presents on your birthday and Christmas, nothing too grand so he wouldn’t get your brother suspicious, but just enough so he could see you light up as you unwrapped the gift.

“Are those your graduation photos?” He took notice of some polaroids splayed out on the coffee table, ones with you with a cap and gown.

“Yeah, feel free to look at them.”

Leon wished he could’ve watched you walk the stage. Yeah, he attended your high school one, but he would’ve liked to see the college one too. Maybe he’d ask if any of your family or friends took a video later. There was a goofy grin on his face the entire time he looked through them.

He was so absorbed that he didn’t even hear the footsteps down the stairs, nor the chuckle you let out before your brother playfully pulled him into a chokehold.

“Dude, really? How are you going to be part of the force like this?”

Leon swatted your brother away with a roll of eyes, all out of love of course — he easily maneuvered out of the half-assed chokehold. “Cut me some slack, I was a little distracted.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the problem. Don’t you have to be attentive and shit?”

That right there was your sign to leave — your brother was really close with Leon, and you wanted to give them time to catch up. After all, you’d probably be bumping into Leon a lot since he was going to be staying for a couple of days.

Leon hated the way his eyes trailed over to your form as you made your way upstairs. He’s supposed to be paying attention to your brother, so why were you clouding his thoughts? With a very small physical shake of head, he redirected his attention to your brother, nodding along as he listened in to his chit-chatter and caught up with everything that had happened in his hometown.

But in the back of his mind, he knew he was screwed.

You wanted to bury your face against your pillow and scream. How were you supposed to act now that your high school crush was here? Your brother’s best friend. The one you had always dreamed of dating. That was a long time ago. But even in college, you always longed to see him again — to grab lunch and coffee with him and then show him around your campus with your hand in his.

Leon popped into your head whenever you dipped your hand underneath your waistband to relieve your urges. Your stomach bubbled with craving when you felt pent up late at night, even if you tried to think of someone else, Leon was always in your mind whenever you came and muffled your noises into your pillow.

No amount of people you saw in college even came close to Leon.

He had gotten so much stronger. When he hugged you earlier…you could feel his bulging biceps and noticed how much broader his shoulders were. You were sure his pecs were in solid condition too, it made you want to bury your head between them. He had always been fit, but you knew damn well you’d see a six-pack if he took off his shirt.

So for his sweet self to be just a walking distance away was pretty overwhelming. You could handle a day, maybe even two, but as far as you know, he was going to be staying longer. Not as long as a week, but still enough to have you worrying.

It had been four hours since he arrived. You could faintly hear some laughter. That wasn’t a surprise though, your brother’s room was just across the hall from yours.

That's it. No more. You were going insane.

You got up and played some music, not too loud, just enough to drown the other sounds out. It was dark outside now, you opened up the window to let some of the breeze in to ventilate your room.

It was going just fine until you fast-forward to half an hour later.

A familiar set of knocks distracts you from your worries. Wait, never mind. The one behind the knocks was the cause of your worries.

You lowered the volume of your music a bit and took a very quick look in the mirror to make sure you looked okay before opening the door.

Leon leaned against your door frame, just casually — like he didn’t know just how pretty he looked right now. In his defense, you knew he probably didn’t. He had always been a little dense about all that.

“Hey.”

“...Hey.”

His awkwardness was a part of his charm.

“Does my brother need something or?”

“Oh, no. Uh, one of his coworkers called him and I felt a bit neglected, so here I am.”

Don’t you know it? If you had a penny for the amount of times your brother had paced around the entire house getting into a heated conversation over work gossip, you’d have enough to pay off your student debt.

“Trust me, those phone calls can last hours.” You walked back to sink into your bed with a contended grunt, making a hand gesture for him to come in.

Why would you do that? Being in a closed space with him wasn’t a good idea considering all the thoughts spinning in your head.

Leon had never really entered your room, at least not for over a couple of minutes. He didn’t know where to sit despite there being many surfaces: the window seat, your desk chair, the floor, the beanbag you had, your bed, no — out of the question.

“Don’t be so stiff,” you teased, finding the way he looked a bit out of place a little cute. “Sit anywhere you like.”

He laughed before heading over to the window seat. “Just don’t want to be intrusive.”

“You? As if.”

Leon took an in-depth look around — posters of shows and bands, little collections of trinkets, old textbooks, scattered papers on your desk, diplomas and awards plastered on your wall, stickers on the cover of your laptop, a corner with some of your hobbies, a counter with your personal products. It seemed so…you. So naturally, he liked it. It was cozy.

And God, it smelled like you too. It made him dizzy. In a way, it was comforting, like the scent he’d get whenever you passed by him or when the two of you briefly hugged. Though at the same time, his mind was also pulled toward a more inappropriate direction. He’d be able to drown in your scent if you let him bury his face against the crook of your neck so he could nip at your skin and make you a purring mess in his arms.

The idea of being so physically close to you to the point your fragrance and scent rubbed off on his clothes afterward? Now that had his blood rushing straight to the gutter.

You felt nervous, aware of his moving eyes — you were glad the attention wasn’t directly on you, you tried to continue casually scrolling on your phone despite the way your heart was hammering.

“Better than my brother’s room?”

“Mm, I don’t know about that.”

“Pftt, you’re just biased.”

He didn’t have a rebuttal for that, merely shrugging as his eyes continued their exploration. Eventually, he caught sight of something familiar sitting on top of your nightstand — a set of headphones he had gifted you. He always knew how much you loved music, so he had gotten that for you a long time ago.

“You still have those?”

“Hm?” You followed his gaze, and your lips tugged into a smile as you reached over to dangle them in the air for him to see more properly. “Duh! Actually…they stopped working a couple of months back, but they lasted me a pretty long time.”

With the ice broken, Leon felt more comfortable. He went over to sit down on your bed. He wasn’t questionably close to you, but he was manspreading so his knee nearly grazed against yours.

“Is there any use in keeping a pair of broken headphones around?”

“Uh, yes.” You said matter-of-factly as you now clutched them close to your chest, looking at them almost sentimentally. “I cherish everything that you’ve given me. These bad boys aren’t seeing a trash can anytime soon.”

Cute. Cute…Cute.

“You sure you aren’t just a hoarder?”

“Rude.”

“Just a question.”

“Yeah, a rude one.”

“You’re not denying it.”

“Whatever.”

You were killing him. Leon felt his self-restraint diminish by the second. He could mess up so easily. He wanted to confess. To kiss you. Hold your hand. Plant his lips against your forehead. Rest his head against your lap and melt as you play with his hair.

He could do it, assuming you returned his feelings. He was moving to Raccoon City soon, it’s better to not have any regrets, right? He loves your brother, but at this point screw him. Leon has been pining for you for years.

He was incredibly tempted, hanging on a thin string. But he had to know one thing first. “So, are you dating anyone? There must’ve been plenty of candidates in college.”

“Nah, I dated here and there but…nothing lasted long. It’s weird, everyone was focused on something different, so nothing ever worked out.” Because none of them were him.

“What about you?”

“No one.” He replied.

Great, you were both single.

Silence. Again. This time with occasional fleeting eye contact. Leon twiddled his thumbs, his hands resting on his lap.

You purposely shifted closer to him, enough for your thigh to press up against his a little. Wow. He hadn’t expected to feel a jolt of electricity from that.

He looked over at you more clearly this time, his eyes searched yours.

You were losing your shit, drawn to his baby blue eyes. With your nearby lamp turned on, you could see the way his cheeks progressively turned rosy. Your eyes flickered to his lips. They looked soft, as if he put lip balm on consistently. Would they feel like a pillow?

He felt like he was burning, and he nervously tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You know, I’ve always found you cute.” You were the one to break the silence.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why?”

“Your brother would kill me. Take it back.”

“My brother would kill you for something I said?” You scoffed. “You’re funny.”

“You know what I meant.”

You did.

But it hurt a little. Would Leon really hold back on his feelings all because of your brother? As far as you were concerned, your brother had never told you to not go after Leon. And if that was some sort of unspoken rule…then too bad.

Leon knew you had him wrapped around your finger, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Come on, Kennedy. You’re telling me you’ve never thought about this?”

“Well, yeah…But—“

“Just one kiss, please, Leon?”

You just had to say his name, didn’t you?

One kiss. Only one. Yeah, he could work with that. No hand holding or waist holding. Just a kiss, how bad could it be?

“Just one.” He agreed, his voice a whisper.

Leon leaned in, stopping just moments before his lips touched yours. He was nervous. If he was granted even a piece of heaven, surely he’d end up craving more. But he would deal with it. He caved.

His lips gently met yours. God, your lips felt plush. It was a simple one, ending as soon as it began. But of course, it wasn’t going to end there. The two of you were already in each other’s space. The short peck wasn’t enough.

“So, two?”

“Yeah.” You placed your hand on the side of his upper neck and caressed his cheek with your thumb.

“God…” Leon folded, leaning in once more with a suave and much longer kiss this time. His body pressed against yours a little, his body heat mixing with yours.

Just a few minutes passed, and the two of you were making out — slowly and sensually. Your tongues naturally clashed against one another, no rush or doubt, just instinct. Leon tasted good, like spearmint.

“I’ve always had a thing for you,” Leon murmured the confession out in between kisses. He didn’t want you to think he was kissing you just for the hell of it, or for mere physical attraction. You were important to him, the person who harbored his thoughts for the past years of his life.

Honestly, if you weren’t underneath him like this, you might’ve reacted more incredulously. But he was kissing you so intimately, you weren’t surprised. Even so, his sincerity was sweet.

“For how long?”

Another kiss — A pause.

“Since the day your brother introduced us.” Another one. “Six years now.”

You smiled into the kiss, and it prompted him to do so as well. But eventually, you leaned back to look at him. “For the record, I’ve always liked you too. You never made a move on me though, so I thought maybe you didn’t see me that way.”

“Please. I’ve always been crazy over you.”

“Good, that’s how I like my men. Now c’mere…”

With that, the two of you continued kissing. You could scream into your pillow later once you had the chance to process the fact the man of your dreams had just confessed to you. For now though…his taste was pretty damn distracting.

What drove Leon crazy was whenever he managed to hear some quiet noises escape from you: a discreet moan into his mouth, a gasp when he snaked his hand up and down your side, an exhale when he pulled away to kiss the corner of your lips and catch his breath. He hoped you didn’t feel the way he was beginning to get a little hard, not a full-blown boner, but…you got him riled up fairly easily.

Your fingers were threading through his hair, unintentionally ruffling it up. And you figured something out fairly soon — a gentle tug on his hair made him breathless. He liked it.

The music still softly playing in your room kept the sounds of your lips smacking and occasional chatter hidden, but eventually, your mind drifted to the reason why Leon had come into your room in the first place.

“Okay, okay.” You laughed quietly, pressing your palms flat against Leon’s chest and keeping him at a distance. “I think that’s enough…my brother’s probably done with his call by now. He probably just thinks you’re in the bathroom or something.”

Leon’s breathing was a bit heavy, his lips felt all tingly from the amount of time that they had been against yours. “I forgot about that…yeah, I should get going.”

He sat up, licking his lips as if to get more of your remaining taste. He was glad you guys had stopped there, otherwise, there’d be a bulge straining against his pants — which would be pretty damn awkward.

“You’re dangerous, y’know that?” Leon sounded amused. He stood up and went over to your mirror to fix his hair up and make himself look as if he had not just been kissing his best friend’s sibling.

“What are you gonna do about it? Handcuff me?”

“I’m not officially on the job…but I might just have to.”

“Yeah, yeah. You can talk to me about the law some other time.”

Two days had passed since then. Leon hadn’t had many opportunities to interact with you since your brother kept taking him out of the house to stroll around the town and reminisce on memories. Even amidst a trip down memory lane, Leon couldn’t get you off his mind. The kissing, the confession, there has to be more to the story the two of you have developed.

He couldn’t sleep all night, lying on the makeshift bed your brother had prepared for him. He tossed and turned, knowing you were just down the hallway was testing his self-restraint.

The good news? Your brother was a heavy sleeper. We’re talking…he wouldn’t wake up without many nearby alarms or without a bucket of water being poured onto him.

Leon shuffled out of his makeshift bed, threw some clothes on, grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, headed downstairs, and then made his way outside, cringing a little at the loud creak of the door. He was going to get some fresh air and go on a drive around the neighborhood, he needed to clear his head.

Walking towards his car, he looked up at the house and noticed that one room was still all lit up even in the dead of midnight. Yours. Maybe you couldn’t fall asleep either, thinking about what happened.

He shouldn’t be thinking about throwing a small pebble at your window, but he couldn’t help it. There was a lot unsaid between the two of you. So…he threw a pebble.

With a huff, you got out of your bed to investigate what had dragged your attention from your phone. It wasn’t rare for you to hear a noise outside, but to have such a distinct sound against your window? You just wanted to be safe.

Leon saw you brush your curtain to the side, looking around before peering at him.

He felt small for some reason and motioned for you to come over, he didn’t want to yell in the middle of the quiet neighborhood. Leon leaned against the side of his car as he waited for you.

His hands felt clammy.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” You asked. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Yeah, I needed some fresh air. Wanna go for a drive around the neighborhood?”

“You don’t even need to ask…I can finally call shotgun.”

Leon snorted at that. He had a car during high school and would occasionally give you and your brother rides, but your brother always called shotgun (obviously, since they were best friends), so you were always stuck sitting in the back and listening in to their conversations.

“Yeah, yeah.” He unlocked his car before opening the passenger seat door for you. “In you go.”

“Thanks.”

You put your seatbelt on and then looked around his car as he got in and turned on the ignition, waiting for the car to warm up.

“So,” Leon began, looking over at you with a coy smile. “About the other night…”

God, you had been dying to talk about it. In all honesty, you were internally a little bit upset that your brother had been dragging Leon out of the house, even if that was reasonable considering their friendship. But you knew that what happened wasn’t just a one-time thing, it couldn’t be, and you wouldn’t let it.

“Yeah, uh—” You met his gaze. “ I know you’re worried because of my brother and everything but I really like you, Leon. He cares about you, and he trusts you. I don’t…I don’t think he’d be upset if we ended up together.”

“Are you sure? I really like you too, I just don’t want to ruin anything.”

“Are you kidding? He’d probably be hyped about you being his future brother-in-law.”

“Already thinking about marriage, huh?”

“I—no…shut up.”

With a roll of eyes and a grin, Leon turned his attention to reversing out of the driveway since the car was all ready to go. Yeah, he looked really damn attractive while doing that, you couldn’t resist from looking at his arms. There wasn’t anything interesting to look at outside the windows anyway, you had walked and driven by all these houses practically every day.

“So, what made you like me?”

Leon hummed in thought after you asked him that, he kept his eyes on the road, trying to find a way to sum it all up.

“Well, I remember meeting you for the first time. You were breathtaking and held yourself so well, and I was just kinda standing there not knowing what to say. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, and I remember thinking to myself: no one else has ever made me feel this way after a first impression, you must be the one. It was complicated though, I thought you were off limits, you know…that’s just friend code. And the more and more I came over, the more I fell for you. Everything about you. I just…I dunno. I like you.”

That was his short explanation, he could go ramble for hours about why he liked you, about all the little things you do and say that make him feel like a lovestruck fool.

“The feeling’s mutual…I’ve always wanted to be with you. Like, I can actually be myself and not have to force any conversation. It’s all so natural. I really missed you throughout college.”

Leon was smiling, pearly whites showing as he continued driving.

“We could’ve been high school sweethearts. Y’know…you’re the reason all my relationships failed.” You joked, though, it wasn’t far off from the truth.

“You’re seriously gonna blame me for that?”

“Yeah, you raised my standards way too much.”

“Not my fault.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Not.”

“Is.”

“Not.”

“Is.”

“...”

Leon knew that he would never get the final word, not when it came to you. He gave you the win.

The two of you must’ve driven around for a little over half an hour before Leon parked back onto your driveway.

“Actually, there’s something else on my mind.” You told him, taking in a breath before voicing your thoughts. “You’re moving in what…like a week? So, what does that mean for us?”

If there was one thing Leon was certain about, it was that he wasn’t letting you go. No, he’d gone six long years just pining over you and not making any moves, he’d figure something out.

“We’ll make it work.”

“But you’re going to be busy. I know how important your career is to you, what if I distract you and screw something up.”

He loved that about you, you were so damn considerate.

“Not gonna happen.” He retorted, turning off his ignition before getting out of the car — going over to your side to open it for you.

He walked side by side with you to the front door, and you were still quietly yammering about how worried you were.

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he turned to face you, he cupped his hands around your face. The caring look in his eyes could cure millions. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

With that, he gently kissed you, making all your worries fade instantly. You smiled and then kissed him again, tugging on the collar of his shirt to pull him closer. When you pulled back, you laughed a little before asking:

“My room?”

“Yeah.”

The minute the two of you were inside your bedroom with the door locked, you took the initiative and pushed him onto your bed. God, you adored the way his eyes fixated on you, the way his hand reached out to squeeze your hips as you got settled on top of him and captured his lips into a kiss.

A familiar makeout session, just like last time. The two of you lost track of time. But it was different this time: more steamy, a little more fast-paced — especially with the way Leon was practically squeezing all your curves, unlike last time.

“Mm.” He moaned softly, relishing the taste of your lips. His hand slid down to your ass, kneading the flesh as his breathing grew heavier. He was hard, whimpering every single time he got any friction down there.

He let his lips trail down to your neck, squeezing you a little harder when he heard you gasp.

You just about melted, your hand instinctively going to the back of his head to keep him close — the way his teeth occasionally nipped the sensitive skin was heavenly, it made you shudder and tug on his hair.

Leon was careful to not bruise your skin, just wanting to make you feel good like you made him feel.

“Oh shit, wait.” You got off him for a second, taking a quick moment to turn on some of your music. Not so loud that it would disturb anyone, but just enough to cover up your noises. “Okay…all done.”

You then repositioned yourself again. It was getting hot in the room, your hands reached down to tug your shirt off, no use for it anymore.

Leon swallowed thickly, his eyes roaming across your torso and taking every single feature in. He couldn’t resist from letting his hand wander across your bare skin, watching as goosebumps formed from his mere touch.

“You’re…” He whispered out, looking back into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” You said in return, a grin forming on your face. You reached your hands underneath his shirt. “Can I take yours off?”

Leon nodded mindlessly, he’d let you do just about anything to him. He was getting hot under the collar. He helped you out as you took his shirt off.

You felt a tingle shoot straight down when you saw his body. Pretty. He was pretty. You pressed your hands against his pecs before sliding them down tortuously slow to his abs. Rock hard.

“You’re so muscular now,” you let your fingers trace the lines of his abs.

“Yeah.” Leon’s voice sounded a bit strained. “Police academy will do that to you.”

“I bet.” You leaned down to kiss his torso, littering kisses all over his chest, smiling against his skin whenever you caught onto the subtle incoherent mumbles of encouragement he was voicing out.

“You know what I think?”

“Hm?”

“I think…” you trailed off, your lips reaching his stomach and your hand brushing across the tent that had formed in his pants. “You need some attention down here.”

“Mm…I think you’re right. But uh, are you sure?”

Leon was a bit worried you felt pressured into this. Yeah, it would be great to go further than kissing, but he wanted you to be completely comfortable with it.

“Yeah, I want to make you feel good, if that’s okay with you.”

“It is.”

“Okay, let’s use the traffic light system, yeah?”

“Sounds good.”

Leon was breathing heavily, eyes already lidded as he watched you pull down his fly and his jeans.

Your mouth watered, you had thought about this so many times that it was almost embarrassing. You kissed along his bulge, right through the fabric. You could’ve sworn you felt it twitch a little too.

“You’re pretty excited, I haven’t even done much.”

“Oh come on, you already know you drive me insane.”

You laughed and then tugged his boxers down.

Leon hissed, his cock now exposed to your eyes. He thought about this so many times when he tugged one out, but he never imagined he would have felt a little bit self-conscious. Like, what if you thought it was ugly or something?

Quite the contrary. You adored everything about him,

“Light?”

“Green.”

You planted a kiss against his tip, a gesture that made him chuckle breathlessly.

“Seriously?”

“What? I can’t kiss it?”

“No no, you can.”

You continued placing kisses across the length of his cock, all the way down to his balls. Leon groaned, the tips of his ears started to flush. Never in his life did he think he’d get such treatment from you.

“Now you’re just being a tease.”

You could tell he was desperate by the tone of his voice. “There’s a thing called patience, maybe you should learn it.”

He was going to counter your words, but all that left his mouth was a pitiful gasp when you started licking him. The sound went straight to the spot between your legs, you really wanted to palm yourself.

“Better?”

“Yeah…that feels really good.” He placed his hand on the back of your head, practically petting you as you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock. He tilted his head back, jaw slackened as he took shaky and shallow breaths.

His stomach tightened up when you reached the tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive area before finally sucking him off.

“Oh — Jesus.” He’s so sensitive, not used to having such a pretty pair of lips wrapped around his cock. In an attempt to quiet himself down, he chewed on his bottom lip, but the poor guy couldn’t contain the muffled noises that spilled instead.

You were eager to please, using a hand to stroke the base of his cock and taking the rest into your mouth. The combination had him purring, his head spinning with pure want and affection for you.

His hips involuntarily bucked, catching you off guard as his tip hit the back of your throat. His free hand bunched up the fabric of your bedsheets, he couldn’t think straight, not when you were between his legs like this.

Leon hadn’t felt this way in a while, it was overwhelming. And he could feel his abdomen growing warm. Just a little over a minute and he was already close — this was much better than all his fantasies.

“Wait…I’m almost there.“ He settled his hands on your shoulders. He made the mistake of looking down, the way you were peering at him through your lashes would drive any man insane.

Leon feebly tried to push you away. It’s not because he doesn’t want you to continue, no, he’d say the safe word if that was the case. But the idea of his cum filling your mouth…well, it made him feel a little embarrassed.

You were relentless though, taking him so well in your mouth. You were drooling by now, but that did nothing to stop you, not when you were enamored by the way Leon’s thighs were shaking. You had never been so turned on.

The moment your hand fondled his balls though, he was a goner.

“I’m—” Leon couldn’t finish his sentence, hips bucking against you and stilling as he came in your mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip harshly to not let out a window-shattering moan.

You swallowed it all, pulling away to catch your breath and lap at his cock to take any leftovers. Leon was panting at this point, trying to recover from the orgasm you had given him.

“You must have a pretty good diet.” You really had the audacity to say that when Leon was still completely fucked out, barely even registering what you were saying.

“Uh…what—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

His cheeks were burning at what you implied: he tasted good.

Leon pawed at you, tugging you up so he could eagerly kiss you. It was sloppy and uncoordinated because of how dazed he was, but you couldn’t care less.

“You did so well,” he praised you, trying to make up for the way you rendered him speechless while sucking him off. “Better than I dreamed of.”

“Trying to flatter me, are you?”

“Oh, c’mon.” He scoffed.

He switched the positions, putting your back on the mattress and settling his hips between your thighs. He was more than ready to make you feel good too.

His hand traveled all over you, across your chest and hardened nipples, across the side of your ribs, squeezed your waist, went down to grab your ass, and then returned to your waistband, fingers tugging at your waistband.

“Can I?”

“Yeah.”

After you lifted your hips to help him take your pants and underwear off, you reached over to open the top drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom.

Leon was relieved you were prepared, because he certainly hadn’t packed any of that for his visit, he didn’t think this would happen.

“Here, let me…” He reached for the bottle.

He put some lube on his middle and index fingers before reaching his hand back between your legs, teasing your hole a bit before very slowly sinking them in. You inhaled sharply at the coldness of it, letting out that same breath in the form of a moan.

“Is this okay?” Leon asked you, eyes watching your facial reactions to make sure the motion of his fingers weren’t causing you any discomfort. He was a little insecure of them, his training had roughened them up a bit.

“Mhm. Keep going.”

He did just that, continuing to dip them in until you eased up and they fit inside nice and snug.

He looked back down, letting out a quiet ‘oh fuck’ when you started bucking your hips up to meet his touch. God, he was so horny even after his climax, his cock beginning to harden up again.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he muttered, fingering you at a gentle pace, he swallowed the saliva that built up in his mouth at the thought of being inside you.

“I can, I think we’re made for each other.”

The way you managed a smile while letting out the prettiest noises stirred up many emotions in him. He liked the vulnerability of this moment, just two people who liked each other being intimate and connecting.

“Well, I do too. Just…I dunno.” He fell silent, his gaze returning to your face and watching as it contorted into one of pleasure when he angled and curled his fingers just right.

“Right there?”

You nodded, reaching your hand down to hover it over the one he was using. “Yeah. Fuck…just like that.”

The wet sounds of his slick fingers sliding in and out of you were driving him insane, and a string of curse words left his lips. “You sound so good.”

Each flick of his wrist had you squirming around, your bed sheets wrinkling and getting all messed up. Some of the lube spilled down your thighs, you’d need to wash your sheets after this.

Leon kept going until you came, feeling his cock come fully to life at the way you moaned and spilled his name.

“Leon…” Your fingers dug into his forearms, feeling his muscles flex as he coaxed you through your orgasm. His eyes were glued to your face, biting his lip at the way your pretty eyes rolled back. He pulled his fingers out when your legs closed together in response to the overwhelming presence.

“Holy shit,” you sighed when you regained your senses, eyes fluttering open to meet his.

His lips tugged into a smile, he looked pretty proud of himself. “Felt good?”

“Better than good, but…”

“But?”

“I want more.”

“More as in…?”

Could he be more dense?

“I want you inside me.”

“Oh. Right.”

His cheeks turned red, well, redder than they already were. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “Do you wanna be on top or?”

You gave it some thought, reaching over for the unopened condom — there was time for both, but to start, you wanted to ride him.

“I’ll be on top.”

With the repositions all done, you straddled his hips, tearing open the condom packet. Your heart was hammering like crazy, one of your dreams was about to come true. It wasn’t just about sexual pleasure, this was the man you had liked for literal years.

Leon noticed that you seemed to be pensive while putting the condom on him. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing about the flesh.

“What are you thinking about? Talk to me.”

His caring voice pulled you from your thoughts, you shook your head and smiled.

“Just about how long I’ve wanted this. You know, being with you. I’m really happy.”

God, he adored you. “Me too.”

You aligned yourself with his cock, “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

You curled your fingers around the base of his cock to keep it stable before slowly sinking onto him. You felt the air escape from your lungs. Your jaw slackened and you let out a silent moan until you took all of him in.

“You’re going to be the death of me…” Leon gritted out. “Fuck, I didn’t think it would feel this good. You okay?”

You nodded, feeling full, the curve of your ass was against his balls. “Yeah, I think the foreplay really helped. I’m gonna start moving now.”

You put your hands against his chest and began riding him. Leon groaned in pleasure, his hands kneading your ass and helping you roll your hips. He felt bad that his fingers were digging into your skin but he couldn’t help it.

“Ah…Leon.”

Your mewls made his cock twitch inside you, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

He looked so pretty underneath you — his hair splayed out, a thin layer of sweat over his muscular torso, the baby blue part of his eyes almost covered now by his dilated pupils. So pretty.

Leon couldn’t take his eyes off you, not even if they threatened to shut from the way you were working him. No, they were all over you — watching the way your eyebrows were furrowed, the heave of your chest from your inconsistent breathing, how your eyes seemed glossy whenever they met his.

He reached his hand over to your chest, fingers gently pulling at one of your nipples. God, you rutted against him a bit faster at that, making him hiss and trash his head against your pillows. “Jesus…”

“Come on, say my name instead. I’m tired of hearing his.”

He laughed at that, wondering how you could even think of that at this moment. Because personally? He couldn’t come up with any banter, not with the way you were on top of him, turning a fantasy of his into a reality.

“Mm, just like that…it’s yours, all yours. I’m yours.”

Did he know how hot that was? You practically groaned just by hearing him say that. Leon thrust up to meet your hips, not missing the hiccup of your breath or the way your body almost gave out from the abrupt movement.

Honestly…having you underneath him didn’t sound all that bad right now. “Wanna switch?”

You paused your movements and nodded, happy that he asked — being on top was pretty tiring, and you knew he had the strength for it. You pulled yourself off his cock, you weren’t all that sure what he had in mind but you were eager nonetheless.

“Go for it.”

“Okay, just…” He gently maneuvered you to your back with ease. “There.”

“Show me that stamina of yours.”

He rolled his eyes, knowing you were referencing his training. “That’s going to be a little tough with you underneath me.”

He sat back on his knees and stroked himself, his eyes raking your form.

Watching him jerk himself off was hot, you could watch it all night…but, there’s always a next time. Right now? All you wanted was the intimacy of having him inside you again.

Leon bit his lip as he rubbed the head of his cock against your hole, he looked back up at you, he knew there was no way in hell he would last long. But he wasn’t embarrassed over it, he’d been waiting years, it was only natural.

Leon reached to hold one of your hands, keeping his other one on his cock to guide himself in. He took a deep breath, his stomach muscles clenching a little as he managed to get the tip in. “God…I’m definitely not gonna last in this position.”

“You’re not evenfully in yet.” You were breathless though, mind swirling at just the tip. You tried to steady your breathing and relax so he could fit without difficulty.

He laughed at that. “Yeah, yeah.”

A synchronous moan left both of you when he eventually bottomed out against you, taking a moment to get used to the feeling. He leaned down to kiss you, his hair dangling and brushing against your forehead in the process.

He hoisted your ankles over his shoulder and planted his hands beside your head, practically folding your knees to your chest. He didn’t miss the way he got hit with some of your usual fragrance, clearly, you had put some on either the back of your knees or your ankles…he wasn’t sure which one.

“Were you…anticipating this?”

“...What?” You sounded so fucked out and he wanted to laugh.

He chuckled. “Nothing.”

He chose to keep his newfound knowledge to himself for now. He kissed your somewhat sweaty forehead before starting a rhythm with his hips. Your walls were squeezing him, making him a panting mess against the shell of your ear.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling at it whenever one of his thrusts hit deeper than the others.

His hand found your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours. He sighed contentedly at the way you immediately squeezed his hand. He liked this, being close to you.

“Leon…” You moaned his name out, making a jolt of electricity shoot straight through all his nerves. His thrusts got faster, the sound of skin-to-skin contact intermingling with the light music playing in your room.

“Feeling good? Yeah, you’re taking it so well…I’m gonna be thinking about this for months.” He murmured the praise against your skin, kissing your ear before making his way down your neck.

Your reaction was immediate, clenching down on him and gasping, nails digging into his scalp. Hearing such praise come from Leon? God, it drove you insane.

Leon grunted, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your neck like a starved man. He could tell you were close, and he wanted to bring you over the edge of ecstasy — to coax an orgasm out of you before he spilled into his condom.

“I’m close…” you mumbled out, your eyes fluttering shut as you gave into the feeling, Leon was taking the lead, you didn’t have to worry about a single thing.

“I know,” he met your lips for a kiss, grunting and whimpering into your mouth with each snap of his hips. “Me too.”

He kept his pace the same, knowing it was getting you to approach your climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” his words were quiet, a little high pitched too, he could feel you holding his hand so tight that your fingers were leaving indents against the back of it.

“Please,” Leon pleaded. “Come on my cock…I need it.”

Your body started feeling tingly, your back arching and your hips trying to buck against him in pursuit of the feeling. You were right there.

“Leon! Leon…” Your head tipped back into your pillow. “I’m coming.”

He felt you squeeze him, your body trembling and twitching against him as he continued thrusting against you in your moment of bliss. But he didn’t last either, hips stuttering when he came inside the condom, feeling his cock get all warm from it.

“Oh…” Leon let out a guttural groan, followed by some whimpers of your name as he stilled inside you — slumping his body against yours, burying his head against your shoulder, and sloppily kissing the area.

The two of you stayed like that until you recomposed yourselves, your breathing pattern returning to normal. Leon mustered up the strength to prop himself back up, pulling out of you with a with a small whimper.

“Hey,” he whispered, a grin on his face as he kissed your cheek.

“Hey yourself.” You told him back, watching as he got up with a noise of complaint to take off the condom and throw it into the trash can.

“Come back here,” you laughed out, extending your arms for him.

“I am, I just didn’t wanna make a mess on your bed.” He came back over, laying down on his side and pulling you close.

“You already did, doofus.”

You turned to your side too. You could deal with the mess on your bedsheets later.

Leon held you close, slowly running his fingertips along your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kissed the top of your head and stayed like that for a few minutes. Just in each other's arms — letting your bodies calm down after the rush of pleasure and overwhelming emotion.

Leon’s body felt warm to the touch, he would make a really good blanket, a personal heater. You rubbed your hands across his shoulder blades, occasionally letting your nails scratch the skin lightly.

“How are you feeling?” Leon asked, reaching a hand to cup the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone.

“I feel really good,” you murmured, a lazy smile on your face, still feeling a rush of affection for him after the moment ended. “Everything about this feels perfect, I am a little sleepy though. You?”

“Same here.” He returned the sentiment, internally giddy about how everything had unfolded in the last few days. He couldn’t resist kissing you — just a sweet and simple one before pulling back.

“Need anything? A cup of water or something?”

Now that you think about it, your mouth feels kinda dry.

“Maybe a glass of water?”

“Mm,” Leon nodded. “Got it, I’ll be back.”

He kissed your forehead and then got up, putting on his boxers and pants (despite how uncomfortably sticky it felt) and quietly headed downstairs to grab two glasses of water and a small snack too — he knew his way around the house, so it was no big deal.

You wanted his body warmth again, rolling over to the side of the bed that he had been on to feel it once more.

Eventually, you heard the door creak open — revealing Leon, who had a sweet smile on his face as he shut it. He set down a bowl of fruit on your nightstand and then sat on your bed, handing you the glass of water you requested

“Miss me?” You asked, teasingly. You sat up.

“Oh yeah, big time.”

He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He brought his cup of water to his lips, letting out a refreshed sigh after taking some gulps. You had him moaning and panting so much that he was sure his lips would get all chapped.

Leon gently coaxed your legs over his extended ones, caressing them.

“So…” Leon cleared his throat, “I never properly asked.”

“Asked what?”

He had a hopeful look in his eyes, a goofy grin on his face as he asked:

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

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[ghostkennedy]

just thinking about exhibitionism w/ leon and he's literally letting you up for free use, >////<

Leon Kennedy x afab! Reader

content warnings: smut, sexual content, exhibitionism, free use, degrading and praising, reader is tied up, blindfold, p in v sex (lots of it), double penetration mentioned but not actually done

!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!

leon who is completely obsessed with your body? who’s obsession only grows stronger and deeper with time. soon, it’s not enough for him to just see you fall apart and cry for his cock. oh no. he needs to show you off completely to others.

leon who just needs others to see what he gets to fill up every fucking day. multiple times. he’s never satisfied no matter how much he fucks you. he can hardly take a breath without his cock springing to life, hard as fuck at just the thought of you. how could he keep it all to himself?

leon who believes that nothing worth having should be kept hidden.

leon who wants to make others jealous. he can’t help it, it’s almost instinctive for him. they don’t understand the depths of heaven he’s found through your body. your naked body being spread wide open for him, it’s like the angels are granting him his eternal paradise. what is a god without a following of loyal, devout worshippers? you were sculpted by the gods themselves and deserved to have people worship at your alter.

leon who has a small group of trusted buddies that he’d trust with his life. and you were his whole life. why wouldn’t he trust them to see the most scrumptious masterpiece ever created. show them why he always bails on them. why would he ever wanna go out when he has this waiting for him at home?

leon who finally fucks you in front of his friends. they try to hide their bodies responses as they avoid your eyes while watching leon fuck into you. but as time passes, they all begin openly watching every little movement. you can see their cocks throbbing through their pants, begging for attention. but they can’t touch them. you laid out the rules they only get to watch, not receive anything.

leon who becomes addicted after the first time. he organizes more meet ups for them to watch you two. with the same rules as before, until finally you agree to let them touch themselves while watching you. “you like that, baby? like people getting off on watching you? look into his eyes while i fuck you. look and think about how much of a whore you are. they’re all touching their cocks for you.”

leon who isn’t satisfied with people just watching you get fucked anymore, he wants them to feel it. it starts with little caresses here n there on your breasts and ass. it slowly escalates to longer touches, touches inching closer and closer to restricted areas. and then one day, something snaps and all bets are off.

leon who jerks his cock in your face as you stare up at him, barely able to keep your eyes open as his friend hammers his cock right into that spongy spot inside of you. “still needy for my cock even though somebody’s already railing inside you? such a good whore, huh?”

leon who ties you up, your arms above your head and legs spread open, each ankle secured to their respective bed posts. who blindfolds you and let’s his friends do whatever they want to you. you have no idea who’s touching you, no idea how many are staring at you at any given time, and holy fuck does it make you that much wetter.

leon who whispers praises into your ear while his friends fuck you. “you’re taking it so well. making me so proud. such a good baby for me.”

leon who definitely researches double vaginal penetration often.

leon who pampers the shit out of his prize after every single session. doesn’t matter how many people use you, you’re still his most prized possession.

~masterlist~

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[mandoalorian]

let's get in the back of your cop car, officer

pairing: rookie cop!Leon S. Kennedy x f!Reader

summary: semi-au, where Leon is a rookie cop for the RPD and the Raccoon City incident did not occur.

warnings: SMUT (18+ no minors), car sex, protected p in v, choking, taunting and teasing, mention of handcuffs/being tied up, power play

masterlist

Night shift with Leon as part of his training as an officer did not go down in the way he thought it would. As his superior, Leon didn’t know what to expect of you. From his first meeting with you, it was clear that you were kind enough and strong, and with all the dedication and loyalty he could muster, Leon truly had the utmost respect for you. But more than anything else, when he wasn’t fawning over you, he was intimidated by you. In his eyes, you were goddamn perfect, and Leon found himself wondering what made you become a cop over say, a model or star actress. With a face like yours, you could easily find stardom, money and fame. He imagined asking you the question over a candlelit dinner and a glass of red wine, and he would often daydream about all of the plausible ways he could ask you out on a date.

But of course, Leon wasn’t delusional and he knew better than to believe you’d even give him a second glance or a moment of your precious time. After all, you were his boss. You were older and mature and he was just an earnest twenty-one-year-old rookie cop straight out of college. That was until the night of September 28th, 1998. 

Your loins were burning hot and you ached for Leon. Your primal need for him only grew as he pushed you down into the scratchy fabric material of the three backseats in his cop car. Your clothes had been discarded a good half an hour ago and were recklessly thrown over the backseats that you were now laying on, and into the trunk of Leon’s cop car. 

Somewhere along the drive, things had gotten heated. All grains of professionalism that were left in your employer/employee relationship with Leon had been thrown away alongside your clothing. 

“Stop squirming,” he huffed impatiently, licking a hot, wet stripe down your neck and biting down on the skin at your collarbone. Leon had wanted to live this moment from the very moment he met you. “Or I’ll cuff you up,” he brought his hand down to the silver handcuffs that were attached to his belt. “But you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?” he taunted, shaking his head. He pushed himself up so he was hovering above you and wedged his knee in between your legs. Leon ran his fingers through his tousled, dark blonde hair and looked at you with dark, lust-filled eyes. It was dark outside, the alley that he’d parked in was barely illuminated by the yellow streetlights.

You’d never seen this side of Leon. He was usually mellow,  dorky, and cute. But this Leon… you’d been teasing him all day, get him so pent up he couldn’t even do his job properly. And this is what it had come to. You grabbed onto his bicep and dug your fingers into the material of his dark blue RPD uniform. “Leon, please,” you begged, rolling your hips along his thigh. “I need you.”

Leon groaned and squeezed his eyes shut at your words, silently thankful that you were just as desperate for him, as he was for you. He’d imagined this moment during his morning glories and evening showers. He didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky. Leon’s cheeks blushed a dusty pink colour and he pressed a soft kiss atop your nose, and then nudged down to your mouth, licking another stripe along your lower lip, swollen from all the making out you had both been partaking in, begging for entry once more. You granted it to him, of course, and relished the feeling of his tongue in your mouth. Without breaking the heated kiss, Leon unbuckled his belt and along with his underwear, let his pants fall down to his knees. 

“Not much space in this damn car,” Leon muttered, clearly agitated, but you just chuckled and pulled him in closer to you. 

“Fuck me, Leon.” you weren’t asking— you were telling. You spread your legs and if that wasn’t enough of an invitation, Leon lowered himself down and positioned his manhood to your entrance, sliding it between your folds, teasing you. 

He was thick and girth and you weren’t sure what you expected of the city cop, but Goddamn, he filled you up just the way you’d imagined. Stretching you open, you let out a cry and gritted your teeth together as he held onto you for his own balance. He had stamina, and as he rocked his hips back and forth, you felt your walls tighten around him. Wet, lewd sounds of your arousal filled the car and if you weren’t getting pounded, you might have felt a tad embarrassed. Leon brought his hand down to your neck, offering it a gentle squeeze. 

“Oh— oh Leon, you trying to choke me?” You giggled as you watched Leon’s cheeks turn a darker shade of rose. 

Leon increased his speed as he railed into you, and added more pressure around your neck. Somehow— you felt as though he’d had experience doing this, despite his young age. You’d been with other cops in your department before, but never a rookie like Leon. You typically liked them older than you and more experienced, but perhaps Leon was proving to be an anomaly. 

“Baby, oh— sweet girl, I’m close,” he warned in between huffs and grunts. “Jesus, you’re so perfect.”

There he was… the cute, affirming Leon you knew from work. Even as he pounded into you, his cock splitting you open, he knew how to give you butterflies and make your heart race with the sweetest, most wholesome comments.

“Cum inside of me, Leon,” you begged, your jaw agape. “I’m safe.”

And with that simple utterance, Leon spurted his ropes of seed inside of you, painting your walls white. The second you felt his warmth fill you, you found it was enough to let yourself come undone around him. His load was huge and you wondered when was the last time he’d fucked like that.

“That was good, rookie,” you praised him breathlessly as Leon rolled off the top of you and shuffled into the seat by the backdoor. “Keep that up and you’ll be a Government Agent in no time.”

Leon chuckled and pressed a final dainty kiss to your forehead. “We should probably head back to the station, huh?”

You nodded your head and clambered into the front driver’s seat. “And Leon, just so we’re clear… I hope we get the chance to do something like this again sometime, although maybe not when you’re on duty?”

“Right,” Leon nodded, switching back to work mode. “Sorry miss,”

You laughed softly as you turned on the engine and reversed back onto the road. “Sorry? Leon, you just gave me the best railing of my entire life. I had no idea you had that side to you.”

The rookie cop felt his cheeks heat up at your compliment and on your way back to the RPD, you kept your eye on him in the rearview mirror as he slipped back into his uniform. He was so handsome, his soft features something looking like something straight out of a fairytale. He had yet to be hardened by the cruel, crime-ridden world of Racoon City.

“I had fun tonight,” Leon admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You had just pulled into the parking lot of the RPD and could overhear the City Hall clock tower strike twelve. When the bells finished ringing, Leon cleared his throat, a wave of newfound confidence gushing through his veins. “And if it would be okay to ask, I’d like to take you out sometime… for dinner?”

You couldn’t hide the grin anymore. “I’d like that a lot, officer Kennedy.”

“Okay.” Leon beamed. “Well, I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, rookie,” you replied. “Good night.”

“Get home safe,” Leon smiled before slipping out of the cop car. You gave him a little wave goodbye and watched him find his own car in the parking lot. If anyone found out about tonight, you would be in a lot of trouble. Hell, you’d probably even lose your job.

But maybe he was worth it.

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Battle in Rhodolite: Team Deer Bonus Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

------------Flashback------------

Emma: "Is there a reward for the winning team?"

Sariel: "Yes. They will be presented with a ticket that can grant any wish within reason."

Sariel: "Our committee will have to hear their requests."

Emma: "I understand. I'll prepare myself from now on."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Emma: "So, congratulations!"

Emma: "The winner of the first International Friendship Martial Arts Tournament is Team Deer!"

Emma: "As the organizing committee, we will do our best to fulfill everyone's wishes."

Keith: "That's great. Although it wasn't a serious martial arts tournament, a victory is still a victory."

Leon: "Hold on. There was one person in this team who slacked off."

Chevalier: "..........."

Leon: "You disappeared for your own reasons, but it's still considered skipping."

Silvio: "True. It's a bit funny that everyone gets the reward equally."

Rio: "You say that, but you just played in a card game."

Silvio: "And you just made sweets. That's not called a martial arts tournament."

Luke: "I did participate in the martial arts tournament properly."

Sariel: "The cleaning afterward was hell, though. Fufufu."

Luke: "Well, it's not my fault."

Keith: "Things are starting to look ominous. Emma, what should we do?"

Keith: "In the first place, the ticket that grants any wish is one per team, not one per person, right?"

Emma: "Yes, that's correct."

Keith: "I can't imagine everyone here agreeing on a wish."

Keith: "What should we do about that, Sariel?"

Sariel: "Let's just forcefully gather and summarize their opinions."

Keith: "Understood. In that case, how about something like this?"

Emma: "Do you have an idea?"

Keith: "Yeah. We're going to have a martial arts tournament with everyone here."

Keith: "And the person who wins will receive the ticket."

Emma: "I see!"

Emma: "Wait, what?"

Silvio: "That's easy to understand."

Silvio: "Alright, I'll start by taking you down."

Rio: "Whoa!?"

Rio: "Attacking out of nowhere一are you some sort of a barbarian!?"

Silvio: "Tch, you even threw a knife at me right away."

Silvio: "But don't think you can crush me with such a feeble weapon."

Emma: "Ah, crap, it's really starting!"

Luke: "Hey, wait, Rio! Don't throw a knife at me!"

Rio: "Then why don't you help me, Prince Luke? I'll behave myself if we defeat this jerk!"

Silvio: "Ha? Are you my enemy too, big guy? Then come at me."

Luke: "Alright, the way you said that just now pissed me off."

Luke: "I'll kill for unlimited honey."

Emma: "Ahhh! You too, Luke!? Wait, what you said sounded really dangerous!"

Sariel: "Please step aside, Emma. At this point, we can only leave it to fate."

Sariel: ".........."

Keith: "Heh, I've known for a while that you're no ordinary guy, but I didn't think you'd block my sword with a whip. Impressive."

Sariel: "What are you planning, Prince Keith?"

Keith: "Nothing. I'm just thinking of taking responsibility and joining as well."

Sariel: "If you say you'll take responsibility, then could you please stop this?"

Keith: "Sorry, Sariel. I'm as fragile as a weed, so stopping this is beyond me."

Keith: "Though, I don't really intend to stop it."

Leon: "Emma! Come over here!"

Emma: "Leon! W-W-What should I do? Even Sariel has started fighting with his whip."

Leon: "Calm down. Do you know what to do in times like this?"

Emma: "No. I have absolutely no idea."

Leon: "It's simple."

Leon: "In this world, the strong devour the weak and make the losers submit."

Emma: "Um, why are you drawing your sword too?"

Leon: "Stay behind Chevalier."

Emma: "Wait! And he's gone."

Keith: "Oops, haha! I never thought I'd have the chance to fight you, Leon."

Leon: "Don't let your guard down. This fight won't end until there's a winner!"

Silvio: "Hey! Who the hell tried to attack me from behind just now!?"

Rio: "Ah, damn it! I missed. Seriously, this guy's so persistent!"

Luke: "How about I just blow everyone away together?"

Sariel: "That wouldn't be good. Please calm down."

Emma: "No one..."

Emma: "No one seems willing to listen to me."

Emma: "If everyone wants to fight with swords so badly, they should've done it in a martial arts tournament."

Emma: "The only person I can rely on in this group is..."

Chevalier: "............"

Emma: "You've been reading a book since earlier. Sorry, but I have a favor to ask."

Chevalier: "............"

Emma: "Could you please settle this commotion?"

Chevalier: "............"

Emma: "I'll give you some rare books. The owner recently said he found books from a lost nation!"

Chevalier: "Oh?"

Chevalier: "Lost nation's literature sounds interesting. Most of it is said to have been burned by Obsidian."

Emma: "The owner is an incredibly lucky person. Having one or two books from a lost nation is a real bargain!"

Chevalier: "In that case, it is certainly worth it."

Chevalier: "Stop, was it?"

Emma: "Eh? Huh? He disappeared."

Rio: "Waah!?"

Luke: "Whoa!?"

Silvio: "What the!?"

Sariel: "Oops."

Leon: "Chevalier!?"

Chevalier: "Keep your promise, simpleton."

Emma: "T-Thank you very much."

Emma: "I didn't expect you to disarm everyone in an instant."

Leon: "Isn't this unfair, Chevalier?"

Luke: "Sneaking in when our guard is down and taking the easy part is really sneaky."

Rio: "Exactly!"

Silvio: "Seriously, why are you the most motivated one here? That's not like your character at all."

Keith: "Your swordsmanship was impressive, Chevalier. How about sparring with me next?"

Sariel: "Prince Keith seems unusually spirited today."

Emma: "Okay, everyone, did you cool your heads already?"

Emma: "If we continue like this, we'll never be able to fulfill your wishes."

Emma: "Let's have a constructive discussion, please!"

Rio: "Emma looks cute when she's mad."

Luke & Leon: "Agreed."

Silvio: "You guys, shut up."

Keith: "Hmm."

Keith: "In that case, how about having the Second International Friendship Martial Arts Tournament?"

Silvio: "Ha?"

Keith: "I'm talking about the team's wishes."

Keith: "Well, everyone seemed to still want to fight, so I thought having it regularly might be a good idea."

Keith: "That way, the chance to have your wishes granted might increase from once to two or three times."

Keith: "I believe it could improve things without engaging in useless fights like this."

Leon: "You were the one who started this useless fight."

Emma: "Prince Keith's suggestion is wonderful!"

Emma: "Having the exchange event two or three times would deepen our bonds even more than just doing it once."

Rio: "Emma's eyes are sparkling. Cute."

Luke & Leon: "Agreed."

Silvio: "I told you guys to shut up."

Silvio: "If there's a next time, I want a different team from this damn mutt. I'll knock you guys out with all my might."

Rio: "Wow, so much confidence. Hopefully, you won't get beaten up in return."

Luke: "I'll be on a different team from that bastard Clavis. I'll take him down next time, for sure."

Sariel: "Where's the word friendship in all of these?"

Leon: "You don't have any objections, do you?"

Chevalier: "............"

Leon: "Oh, he ran away. Well, I guess that means he has no complaints."

Emma: "So it's decided then."

Emma: "I look forward to the day when we all get together again."

Ikepri Masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jp #ikepri silvio #ikepri chevalier #ikepri leon #ikepri luke #ikepri keith #cybird #ikepri translations

[thevirgincherry]

about ur post on teenage girls liking leon just because he’s pretty and not getting into re lore etc. :

i was one of them! ok granted i was like 17 lol but i found re last year and while i was only interested at first because of obv (blond) reasons 😭, it was my gateway to the re lore / fandom and i’ve met so many cool people because of it.

it’s nosy + stupid to police others’ reasons for liking media like i dont understand how that affects anybody except the person consuming said media?? honestly a waste of time. and like u said, they’re literally just making tiktok edits and stuff, it’s not like they’re going on crusades to defend leon’s honor and committing violence or something. being gatekeepy makes people want to get into re even less.

it is not that deep. let people have crushes! touch grass! idk why im so strongly opinionated about this lol but i totes agree w/ u ❤️

~ 📅

I just think that if you’re going to call out hypermasculinity or whatever maybe. call out like grown men who make leon sigma edits and redfield bloodline asian fetish leon jokes instead of little girls who find a man sexy.. like sorry but re4 he’s saving a cute girl in similar age to me and he’s hot? why wouldn’t I like him

I think cuz! idk. ofc I hate when people from tiktok and twitter move to here and start hating on dark content but… that’s something completely different? idk it just is so sad like can girls not enjoy anything! leon is not some mysterious hidden character he’s legit. LEON KENNEDY . lol . he’s one of the most popular video game characters ever and he’s always.. been hot ? he’s always been a sex icon to me anyway LMFAO

#inbox 💌

[witchypandamonium]

A Knight’s Honor

A collection of Luis/Reader snippets

This is for you, fellow Luis simps! I have trouble sometimes writing longform fanfics, so this story I’ll be writing mostly in snippets; a highlights-form story.

This chapter: the mine. The spot where the plot diverges in the most important point--Luis’s survival.

Chapter 1 of ? Occurs during Chapter 11 of game 2,711 words, SFW No warnings Tags: Luis x g!nReader | AU | Luis lives

ao3

The chilled wind brought with it the familiar stench of low tide, but after the stifling, humid heat of caverns dripping with sulfur and foul black ichor, it was sweet relief. One hand on Keith’s camera, you scanned the storage abutting the elevator shaft before you for any crucial evidence to shoot, but found only crumbling medieval architecture and sea salt-rusted industrial steel in an ugly contrast that reflected Ramón’s neglect of all but what served his master’s nefarious purpose. You could hear Luis chatting lightheartedly behind you, and were about to turn to retort when a flash of movement caught your eye, followed by a flash of light reflecting against polished metal.

You don’t know why you did what you did—your body moved on its own, lunging to reach a hand between the Spaniard and the shining object flying toward him. A burst of pain ripped a scream from your lips as you saw a wicked combat knife spear your left hand, pinning it to Luis, who lurched and stiffened with a choked grunt as the blade embedded itself in his back.

But before you could even fully gauge your situation, there came the heavy thud of something—no, someone—landing on the platform just to your right. A hulking brute of a man, he wrenched the knife from the two of you, his other hand whipping around to deliver a powerful backhand to the side of your head, flinging you through the air to collide with a crate yards away. Head spinning, ears ringing, you fought to stay conscious, rolling from your side onto your stomach like fighting to move through a sea of tar. Through your swimming vision, you searched for Luis, just making out the ex-Umbrella researcher falling limply to his knees, then to the floor.

“Retrieving stolen goods…” a cruel voice hissed distantly in your ears as the man, some sort of soldier (well, most likely former soldier), fetched something from Luis’s pocket. The Spaniard didn’t move.

Luis…

“…and killing a few rats along the way…”

Your pulse pounded in your ears, drowning out the sounds of battle—you were vaguely aware of Leon fighting a dire knife duel against this man he seemed to know somehow—as the world shrank down to the body of the man but a few paces from you. …Please, Luis… Your hand reached to help drag yourself toward him, pain lancing up your arm through the fog, the full weight of your own wound only now dawning on you. Still, it was nothing compared to the pain of potentially losing Luis, and you carve a bloody path across the diamond plate steel platform as you inched your way to his side, shaking his shoulder weakly with your still-functioning right hand.

He was still warm—you could make out that much as your head slowly cleared. The sight of his back rising and falling, even as slight as it was, granted a moment of relief. The wound was still grave, but potentially survivable, giving you at least enough time to address the last member of your squad’s safety. If Leon didn’t manage to fend this man off, it wasn’t likely either of you would last much longer.

You finally understood why the agent had explained that knives were better for close-quarters combat—you could barely keep up with the two ex-soldiers’ movement, nor fathom how they managed to think so fast on their feet. Still, Leon seemed a bit on the backfoot, his opponent having some sort of mysterious supernatural advantage. Was he also working with Saddler; infected with the parasites? He just wasn’t tiring, leaping away into the shadows just to pounce again moments later. If you didn’t do something and quick, Leon ‘s luck was going to run out.

Your Sig P320 was still safe and secure in its holster on your hip, but their fight had drawn them rather far from you, and the small handgun wasn’t as powerful at extreme range. Luis had stuffed his Red 9 into the waistband of his trousers as they reached the elevator out of the amber mines, and you muttered a soft apology as you manhandled him slightly to retrieve it. Unused to the extra weight and still woozy from the blow to the head, you couldn’t stop your hand from shaking. Without thinking you brought your left hand up to steady it, earning yourself a blinding pain that almost had you dropping the gun as your fingers spasmed.

Meters away, you saw the hulking soldier land a powerful kick square on Leon’s chest, slamming him hard enough against a box to have him reeling.

Leon! Fuck, I can’t… Your hand just wouldn’t stop trembling.

He then raised his massive combat knife for a kill-strike.

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#resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 #fanfic #au #alternate universe #luis serra #luis lives #luis serra x reader #luis serra x you

[office-hours-affection-if]

Hey 👋 I am a new, who is excited to read your story, and meet the ROs ( i am in love with Law)

Anyways if you haven’t already answered this before, how would the ROs react to the Mc saying that they(ROs) were in their dream while blushing and can’t keep eye contact?

Rbglish isn’t my first language, so if something is wrong, sorry.

/ have a good day/night 🫶

Hi Anon! and welcome fellow Law Romancer ^^ Also I didnt even notice that its not your first language too, you're good 🥰. Thank you for the support <33

ROS reacting to MC dreaming about them:

Assuming MC and the ROs are both in the crushing stage 🫢

Diesel: Would raise his eyebrow at you in amusement before grinning. "Oh? What kind of dream is it?" He'd ask you, clearly pleased at seeing your blushing face. He won't stop teasing and pestering you to admit, and when you do, he'd be worked up but won't say it. "You should dream only of me."

Seth: Blush and fold!! "You dreamt about me?" Would also panic at seeing your reaction. "Well to be fair, I had a lot of dreams about you too." He'd confess, his hand rubbing the back of his nape, avoiding eye contact. Seth avoids speaking more of it because he is afraid he might say too much about it but nonetheless someone is going to sleep elated.

Az: "What dream was it?" He'd genuinely ask but seeing your reddening face and you can't seem to look at his face would get some ideas in his head. "W-well that's completely normal." Az would say, assuring you and you can't help but notice him stutter and his ears a bit red, since you've started spending time with him this was the first time you've seen it. "...especially now we're always working together." He quietly continues, still not looking and something the way he says it, suggests its not only you dreaming about him. Could it be he had dream about you too?

Grant: "Interesting..." He'd just say, he won't say anything more but with the way he was looking at you feels like something in him changes. You'd notice him be more clingy towards you and gets your attention. Starts dropping more hints that he likes you.

Leon: "Then I hope it was good dream." He'd say, smiling at you softly but seeing your reaction gets him flustered. He clears his throat awkwardly. "It's fine, its normal to dream about... that" Although, he is curious and interested but won't ask you more about it. Leon is secretly pleased you dreamt about him and it makes his day.

Markus: He grins at your reaction. "Please, I have all day. Tell me all about it." Markus would be elated and even light heartedly joke with you. "We can make that a reality, if you want. I'd be happy to provide you any service."

Dom: Would reassure you that its fine to dream about him but deep inside is freaking out. You had dreams of him?! Has so many questions. "Do- do you want to talk about it? I mean, no pressure of course" but is dying to know. You may have occupied his mind but now he can't deny it anymore.

Isla: Teases you about it when seeing your reaction and when she sees you had enough of her teasing bc it makes you so shy, she'd tone it down or try to differ the conversation to her. "You know I had a dream once that you were very jealous when I was dating an ex..." She smiles at seeing your pouting lips, she taps it with her finger lightly, she stares back at your eyes, longingly. "-and it made me happy that you wanted me." The last line has you almost holding your breathe.

Conrad: "Hey, no need go get shy." He smiles at you affectionately. Conrad pulls your hand away from your face to get a good look of you. "Hearing you say you dream of me makes me so damn happy and to be fair you're a dream come true to me." You almost snickered at his flirtation attempt and almost pull away but Conrad gently stops you. "What? Its the truth!" You shake you head at his antics sometimes but its one of the reason you've been enamored to him.

Law: He invited you for a dinner at his place, sitting down in his expensive sofa, nervous you'll spill your drink but he only rolls his eyes at you playfully, "Its just a drink. It'll be easy to clean them."

Which still didn't help as you're even more nervous, you blurt out your dream of him that starts like this and somehow it spiraled to you almost confessing to a direction of the said dream that you've swear to bring with you to the grave, you look back to see Lawrence only staring at you in turn before blinking rapidly, he turns to his head to the side, covering his mouth with the back of his palm and you almost wanted the ground to swallow you up, waiting for him to laugh or make fun of you, so you looked down on your lap and waited for a sound but he didn't.

Curiously, you raised your head slowly to see him in the same position but he was now looking at you. You raised your eyebrows to see him openly blushing. It was the first time to see him like this. All because of you? You can't help but urge to tease him, you start to grin.

"Don't."

He warns you, dropping his hand. "Or what?" you answer back lightly and he starts smirking, getting close to you, causing your grin to drop, oh no. Law smirking is never a good combination for you (and your heart)

"I'll kiss you."

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note and an update:

didnt meant to have a bit more part for lawrence but i had to write it as it kept rolling!! :)) anyway, thank you for reading. i was able to practice writing, even if its short.

im also waiting for the hospital ill be deployed so im still a bit on edge and the preparations. august certainly became more of a busy month for me but i want to thank you for being here and supporting even if i post sometimes now, your patience means a lot! as long as i am still active here then writing will continue + all asks will also be answered (even if its slow 🥲)

thats all! 💗

#office hours affection #interactive fiction #asks #ros when mc confessed dreaming about them shyly #personal notes #update #ros reaction to a shy mc #unedited

[bonkwosher]

Overall Masterlist

Knives Out/Glass Onion

Benoit Blanc ◾Drunk Benoit Blanc Headcanons ◾Being Benoit Blanc's Assistant Headcanons ◾Benoit Apologizes For Being A Bad Partner (Angst?) ◾Comforting Benoit Blanc After A Near Death Experience (Angst?)

Wednesday

Eugene Ottinger (Platonic) ◾Being Eugene's First Friend/Defending Eugene Headcanons

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Lalo Salamanca x Reader x Nacho Varga (Poly!!!!) ◾First Meeting Lalo & Nacho Headcanons Series: ◾Enemy Within Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Gus Fring ◾Gus Fring Being Jealous/Possessive Headcanons

Pedro Pascal Characters

Joel Miller ~ The Last of Us ◾Tess is jealous/Being Bill & Frank's kid -> Joel loves you ◾Drunk!Joel Miller x GN!Reader Headcanons ◾ "More Than Friends" Joel Miller x GN!Reader ▪ Sarah finds out about your relationship (Pre-outbreak) ◾Jealous/Protective Joel Miller x GN!Reader

Resident Evil Franchise

Wesker ◾Wesker x Short!GN!Reader Headcanons ◾Wesker x GN!Reader w/ a High-Pitched Voice Headcanons

Leon Kennedy ◾Leon x GN!Reader w/ a High-Pitched Voice Headcanons

Jurassic Park/World

Alan Grant ◾Reader Gets Hurt at Isla Sorna (Jurassic Park 3) ◾Angry Alan Confesses Love to Best Friend!Reader (Jurassic Park)

#knives out #glass onion #netflix #benoit #benoit blanc #benoit blanc x reader #benoit blanc x you #silly little gay detective #gay #wednesday #addams family #eugene ottinger #eugene ottinger x reader #platonic #x reader #breaking bad #better call saul #lalo salamanca x reader #nacho varga x reader #polyamarous

[viralarcadian]

please elaborate on steve im very curious and know literally nothing ab his source

he's steve burnside from resident evil code veronica!

the long and short of code veronica is that claire redfield (one of the protagonists from RE2) gets caught infiltrating an umbrella location (evil company behind all the zombie outbreaks and horrible human experiments) and sent to their private prison, owned by one of umbrellas founding families (the ashfords) and literally the first night she's there an outbreak happens. steve is also there, and for the most part he's off doing his own thing and only very briefly a playable character. the reason HES there is because his dad worked for umbrella and sold company secrets, and for that they shot his mom in the head and dumped both him and his dad in the private prison. he ends up shooting his dad later bc he became a victim of the outbreak and got zombie'd

w/o going too much into the larger aspects of the plot regarding the ashfords, the second half of the game takes place in an antarctic umbrella base, and steve gets captured there, gets infected by the villains, and turns into a monster. he very briefly tries to kill you, but then regains his senses and saves your/claire's life at the cost of his own, and dies.

he's a very.. divisive character among RE fans, despite literally only appearing in this game (and technically in a retelling in a later game). a lot of people found him annoying bc of his voice in the original, bc he almost gets himself killed in an honestly stupid way such that the player is forced to drop everything and save him, bc he has an attitude and comes off as a tryhard, and bc there's been a rumor for literal decades that he was a last minute replacement for leon, the other protagonist from RE2, and so came to be thought of as an inferior copy of a better character

granted he's not. handled well. he flits in and out the story and doesn't really contribute much in terms of being an active presence, and the bit where he nearly kills himself bc of his own actions when the solution is right in front of him doesn't exactly leave a good impression.

but he's also just a regular teen who got dragged into all this against his will. he's a scared high schooler trying to put up a front both bc he doesn't want to look lame in front of the girl he has a crush on, and because if he doesn't he'll start screaming and never stop

#arc answers #he comes off a lot better in that retelling though #the 'game of oblivion' portion of darkside chronicles #it smooths away a lot of the more aggravating parts of code veronica and in general steve just comes across as a lot more likeable #i imprinted on him in high school bc i saw fanart of his monster form and went 'THATS COOL' #and then i read up on him and went 'noo hes just like me!! whyd he have to die its not fair!!' #and now hes like. my son. my annoying and corny son #cockyroaches

[erajoie07]

I confess my love : Leon Kennedy x Sofia (AU work)

Summary: Leon Kennedy confesses his love for Sofia and they share a slow and teasing kiss.

Warnings: none, I believe

Writer's note: Hello! It's been a while, but I had finished writing a romantic fic about Leon Kennedy, then I started to research about Antillean architecture which you'll probably read for the next days to come. I hope you like this! Made with tears and researching on the concept of kissing!

Leon grabs the strands that hang loose from Sofia's disheveling ponytail and tucks it behind her ear. His hand has been resting on her lower back without aim to pull away. Leon’s eyes pierce her lined eyes, that carefully-done wing is pulling him towards her. Leon’s other hand climbs upwards to her neck, and his sight changes to the gloss that takes home on her lips. He aims to say what his heart has been dying to say to her, if not to ruin the bond they have and he won’t ever sit next to her and watch her arrange the dried flowers. Is Leon willing to risk that memory to the grave? Sofia softly places both her hands on his chest, lightly pushing him away. Please say something, Leon. He instantly drops his hands on her.

Leon is begging on the inside, he likes her but he felt that his initial motives have lessened her affection towards him. He clears his throat, “Sofia, allow me to start over once more. Please bear with me.”

She is surprised. “W-w-what are you talking about, Leon?”

Leon goes down on one knee. His knee is not strong at that time due to an injury but for this moment grant him this chance to say something to Sofia.

Though I have some hints at what is Leon pointing out. I can’t rush this feeling. I can’t feel giddy and excited. And I can’t expect that those expectations I have will come to realization.

“Sofia, you have become a scene I always want to be in. I want to be the main actor in your life. Sofia I-I like you. You have planted yourself on mine and I can’t let you go now. Sofia, I like you and I want to be with you. Allow me to be yours and whatever you wish to endeavor, I’ll always be in your support and whatever that ails you, I’ll be there to heal you. Sofia, your name is so sweet, I just---”

Sofia abruptly kneels to shush him out of the tension that brews to release all the words he has inside him. She permits herself to caress the sides of his face and let his hand wander to the small of her back. His hands sneak to grabs each of her wrists, pressing her knuckles together, and presses a kiss on them. “Sofia, I confess all my love to you.”

Sofia grinning with joy. Her stomach jumping with excitement. She feels giddy than ever. Sofia’s eyes sparkle and they gleam towards Leon’s. She opens her mouth, the tip of her tongue hitting the back of her upper teeth. She closes once more, struggling to voice put the words. Leon is patient, smiling at her as if to encourage her. Sofia pulls her wrists from his grip and place hers on the sides of his face once more. She places a tender kiss on his cheek. On cue, “I like you too”, Sofia says perfectly. Leon smiles, looking at her eyes. His lips raise into a grin.

“I-I a---lso confess my l---ove to you.” She stutteringly says. But Leon has perfectly understood her, more so her intention. Leon helps her stand.

Sofia wraps her hands on the small of his back, giving a little squeeze on its flesh. Unexpectedly, Leon pulls her into his embrace, his arms wrap around her waist. His piercing glare contrasting her gleaming smile catches her off guard. They confessed only seconds earlier but Leon has turned Sofia to fall in shock.

“Catch me, Leon,” she says

“I’m here, Sofia” he replies

Suddenly they are being intertwined into a sphere of precious affection and surprise.

“Leon, I’m falling”

“I’m here, Sofia”

Sofia’s legs become wobbly suddenly. Did she drink something? Leon helps her stand upright. His eyes that stab her and that grin keeps her falling, not to mention of being held in such as a way different from a parent or a sibling. Sofia’s hand rest on his chest, “Do you want to dance, Sofia?”

Sofia shakes her head. What has gotten into Sofia. “I’ve never been held like this, Leon. My parents and siblings only hold my wrists when I need to cross the road.” Her sentence is cut off with the abrupt passing of a syllable. Leon gives a light touch of laughter to her ears, amused by her novelty.

“Sofia,” Her name rolls off his lips magnificently enticing, it arouses her senses that she grinningly blushes.

“Eon,” Leon’s eyebrow rises at his name missing a letter. “It’s hard to pronounce ‘l’.”

Leon smiles again, “I know but I’m patient.”

Leon, I like you! I like you so much. I want to be with you, Leon. You are not only handsome but a hardworking and responsible man I have ever met. I like the way you always watch and wait for me as I finish all the bouquets I make. Leon, I love you!

Sofia’s eyes gleam. Leon gazes at the gloss that coats her lips. She takes a hint that she leans close to his face, tilting her head to lightly swipe her glossy and pink lips on his. Sofia pulls back a little to meet his face. Leon purses his lips a little, missing hers now. Sofia stands on her feet better. “Shh-all I continue?”

Leon grips her waist, “Yes, unless you want me to take the lead?”

Sofia places her hand on his nape, the other on the small of his back. She leans once more to his face, tilting her head to swipe her lips on his bottom lip, before she takes his between. Then she pulls back, a little sassy, grinning a little. Leon smiles by that stunt. Sofia takes the lead again, pressing his bottom lip between hers without pressure. After that, she pulls back again once more, giggling a little. Leon leans to her in a surprise and lightly press his lips near the corner of her lips. “Is that how you want to play our first kiss?”

Sofia laughs, I just read that from an online magazine page.

Leon captures her lips, but he fails when she dodges to the side. Teasing him to seemingly no end. But he decides to let her be. Letting her feel the moment without rush. Sofia caresses the strands of his hair, “You can kiss me now, Leon.”

This time, Leon places his soft hand on the suppleness of her peachy cheek. Then he presses his lips on her bottom lip. His other hand creeps on her lower back. Unexpectedly, Leon pulls her towards her closer to his, proximate, “Mmph!” Sofia is surprised. He leads her slowly, feeling the plumpness and soothing texture of her lips. Lingering longer. Sofia pulls a little then opens her mouth further. Leon catches and he grazes the tip of her tongue, pulling back. Leon pulls her closer to his, they share again. Sofia’s hand creeps to his upper back, as her lips hold his bottom lip to feel that fullness. In a rather slow acquaintanceship of their lips, they share a tender kiss, marking what they are making together. He pulls back from her seeing her lips agape and her eyes slowly opening to the feeling of loss in seconds.

“Do you like our first kiss?”

Sofia’s hand roams to his cheek, then to the glossy coat on his lips from her gloss. Sofia nods, “Yes, Leon,”

Leon grabs the strands that hang loose, and tucks them back again behind her pierced ear. 

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy fic #romance #romantic #stressed damsel 07 #sofia oc #kissing #kisses #kiss #slow kiss #slow burn #slow build #teasing #tease #leon s kennedy #leon resident evil #leon re2 #leon re4 #leon re6

[cheemken]

What do you mean the villain au is supposed to be dead dove don't eat???? hello?????

but will you actually write the au like that or keep it as it is? I'm curious what changes there will be or will it stay the same?

if it's no trouble, what about a little snippet of it being dead dove don't eat, if that's alright with you!

Yeah it's supposed to be the epitome of all my angsty stuff, like, the whumpiest of whump of all my aus, all the fucked up horrible things that a character can go through or do should be in that au hahah

Ah, idk, maybe?? If someone asks hahah or maybe that chance went by na, so hey I'm just going w what we have rn, it's still dope hahah

And I didn't really write stuff bc ofc it's just a concept for me, just smth I'd think abt and I never write that stuff down unless someone asks or if I wanna share hahah but hey have some concepts on the initial concept of the villain Dia au, as a treat uvu

Like,, Diantha is legit the worst in my initial concept of the villain au, homegirl legitimately did not give a single fuck abt anyone that isn't her brother or Geeta, she actually killed Malva herself and made her own pkmn watch. Her manipulation runs especially deep in Augustine to the point that this man couldn't even talk back in a certain tone to his sister nor could he ever say no to her, so every secret he was told to keep by someone else, he has to tell her, or else. And hey, w Geeta too, she probs killed a man for Dia at one point let's be real, and Dia showered her w praises, telling her she's such a really good friend for doing her that one favour

Idk if you remember but like, that concept w Mom Carnet? Yeah, Diantha wasn't supposed to kill her during that, my first thought of it was that she kept Mom Carnet alive till present time, and tortured her in the basement. Yknow, burning her skin too, hitting her with that rod, engraving her own initials on Mom Carnet's body, laughing at her as she watches her cry and plead for forgiveness, to just kill her, to grant her at least that mercy. But nah, Diantha suffered so long under her mother, it's only fair her mother suffers too. Mom Carnet is still alive tho, like that concept where Cynthia and Augustine tries to look for Dia? Yeah, Augustine was supposed to find Mom Carnet in the basement during that hahah

Dia in the initial concept is an absolute demon spawn, like tragic backstory be damned honestly, she doesn't care abt purging the world of evil or anything, oh no, she just wanted a world where she would be hailed as queen, for people to worship her like the god that she is. Like she really got everyone in Kalos wrapped around her fingers and none of them are any wiser. When she killed Malva, she told everyone that she probably couldn't stand a life without Lysandre, so she followed suit, and the people believed her and they all grieved, but Dia really didn't care, she thought it was funny that they'd grieve over a member of Flare, a useless organization that was ran by an even worthless man

She really knows how to break anyone and make them bow to her will, knows just what they desire, sensual or not, she'll give them just that, give them everything they want, and suddenly she'd take it from them, saying if they don't pledge their loyalty to her, then they'd share the same fate as those who were damned by Arceus

And yknow, the tournament thing happened still, but w this I wanna say Diantha really didn't cause a huge uproar w Yveltal, rather she got Rose assassinated, or she got him kidnapped, and she ends up torturing him the same way she did w Mom Carnet. Like maybe locking him up in a dark and small room, leaving him there for days, until he loses his mind. And for her it's fun to watch him slowly descend to madness, it's fun taunting him on where his little champion is, why isn't he here to save you then? She'd laugh at him, showing him a picture of Leon still living his best life, and then looks at Rose, sneering at him, bc he doesn't care about you. He never did. And basks in the sheer amount of morbid joy she felt when his arrogant look paled, this is what happens I guess, when you try to challenge me

And yeah hahahah this was really fun to write for this ask, but yeah that's like, the tip of the iceberg still ig there's still a whole lot going on but hey hahah

#real quick tho is it really still called dead dove dont eat?? like.. for the really angsty stuff? #cause i looked it up here and majority of the content in that tag is smut #is whump the thing i should use for this?? #ah well hey if anything yall just send an ask on what tags to use on this bc i really dont know #angst #heavy angst #death mention tw #torture mention #murder mention tw #just to be safe hahah #villain diantha au #an ask and an answer #anon

[explorevenus]

I am in a very high position, working a not so normal (and dangerous) job that grants me access to certain substances. I would assume in this NOT REAL scenario.

My (hypothetical) sweet angel just needs to rest and let me take care of her. All she needs to worry about is spending my money and relaxing, hypothetically. And take care of our (hypothetical) bundles of joy when the time is right. But that's just my hypothesis 😅

Again, this is NOT Leon Kennedy. Though, he is a sexy man that deserves all the love in the world.

well that’s convenient for you! surely you’ll be able to figure something out!

i sincerely hope your hypothetical little dolly comes around soon, i know i would ;w;

sorry for the late response, “not leon kennedy!”

#goddess on the mountain top #totally not leon

[crystalelemental]

Legendary Gauntlet (Entei/Azelf/Cobalion) - Clears

Alright, I’m calling it quits at 120 wins.  I feel decently about this.  I mean, I felt really good about it until comparisons kicked in, and I noticed the #4 spot is at like 110 with maybe 200 sync pairs used, and the top spot is at like 154.  But I knew this would happen.  Still, bad mood today.  Not the game’s fault.  Anyway!  I figured I’d list out my teams, for those interested.  I’ll try to avoid commenting on every team, but some had something interesting to talk about.

The structure is Support/Tank, Striker, Tech.  I’m not going to list the function of the Eggmon, unless they’re in an odd spot, like a support not being the tank.

Cobalion

SS Kris, Clair

Skyla, MU Solgaleo

SS Elesa, Leon

H!Allister, Shauntal

SS Morty, Serena

Ingo, Naomi, Tangela

C!Giovanni, Darach, Snorlax

SS Steven, SS Giovanni, Parasect

Weezing, N, Brock

Liza, SS May, Magmar

Kiawe, Ethan, Marnie

MU Torchic, Lucian, Lance

Drake, Sidney, Fearow

BP Surge, Hilda, SC Steven

SS Brendan, Zinniquaza, Lapras

Marley, Silver, Looker

Muk, SS Hilda, Helena

Arbok, R!Cynthia, H!Morty

Tauros, Anni Lillie, Hapu

Swimsuit Misty, SS Red, Erika

Piers, Blaine, Hau

NY!Dawn, Eevee Kris

BP Clemont, Gordie, Marowak

W!Jasmine, Flint, Ninetales

Aura Cynthia, Korrina

Dawn, Bruno, Venomoth

Raichu, Ghetsis, Lisia

Lodge Morty, P!Serena

Volkner, SST Red, Wigglytuff (support)

NY!Sabrina, P!Dawn, Electabuzz

BP Janine, Anni N

Colress, Masked Royal

Evelyn, Blarcanine, Nidoqueen

P!Mallow, Lodge Lillie, Surge

SS Dawn, SS Cynthia, Selene

Wallace, Bede, Sophocles

Steven, Elesa, Clemont

V!Agatha, Eevee Lucas, BP Karen

Sonia, Flannery, Lodge Marnie

Oak, SS Erika, C!Elesa

Azelf

H!Caitlin, Anni Steven

Roxanne, Lysandre

Alakazam, SC Diantha, Lodge N

V!Lorelei, C!Iris

Hop, Bugsy, SC Ingo

MU Mesprit, Giovanni, Bianca

Lodge Dawn, Caitlin, Persian

Primeape, P!Marnie, Gloria

Porygon, Alder, Blue

Lillie, Lusamine, Farfetch’d

Clay, Lodge Rosa, Gyarados - Stolen shamelessly from Zinfogel

Elio, Noland, Lodge Sycamore

NY!Lillie, Candice, W!Skyla

SC Jasmine, Viola, Will

W!Erika, C!Hop, Wally

Melony, Burgh

Dragonair, SS Cyrus, Summer N

Rapidash, SC Emmet, Agatha

SS Mina, Diantha, Acerola

Jasmine, Lucas, Victreebel

Spring Burgh, W!Whitney

SC Shauna, Lorelei

Lana, Guzma, Morty

Sycamore, Koga, Janine

Leaf, Fantina

Marlon, Cyrus, Winona

C!Bede, S!Lyra

Nita, SC Sonia, Venusaur

Clefable, C!Marnie, Roark

SS Blue, BP Candice, Smoochum

Hitmonchan, Bertha, Ramos

SS Acerola, Brendan, Malllow

Lodge Raihan, SC Rosa

C!Calem, H!Hilbert, Brycen

Nate, C!Blue, Exeggutor

C!Red, Gladion, Raticate

Kali, Anni May, Mina

Lodge Elesa, SS Hau, Aerodactyl

Shauna, Courtney, Lodge Serena

BP Erika, H!Iris, Golem (Fail); Lucy, Hala, SC Guzma (final 10%)

Entei

SS Lyra

C!Serena

Valerie, SS Wally, Wulfric

Aaron, Kahili

Scyther, Emmet, Roxie

Lodge Blue, Lodge Silver, Cloyster

MU Regirock, Olivia, SS Brock

Seadra, Archie, Plumeria

Cheren, Siebold, Whitney

Sabrina, May, Seaking

Sawyer, SS Leaf, Sandslash

Bugscyther, Kris, Tate

W!Rosa, S!Steven, Pryce

Rosa, SS Lysandre, Molayne

Anabel, Iris, Lickitung

Misty, Crasher Wake, Blastoise

Starmie, Emma, Wikstrom

Maylene, Bea, Nanu

BP Morty, NY!Lisia, Hitmonlee

Lyra, Maxie, Perrserker

Falkner, SS Ethan

MU Cobalion, Marshal, Brawly

Gengar, Barry, Thorton

Glacia, Eevee Lyra

Charizard, Karen, Gardenia

A!Persian, Cynthia, BP Zinnia

Lodge Acerola, Kukui, Hitmontop

Nidoking, SC Zinnia

S!Hilda, Hugh

Cheryl, Lodge May, Grant

Lodge Cynthia, S!May, Magneton

Chansey, SS Serena, W!Nessa

Phoebe, SS Grimsley, Kangaskhan

Hilbert, Nessa, Grimsley

SS Korrina, Lodge Steven, MU Pikachu

Vileplume, SS Diantha, Omastar

Pinsir, SC Hilda, Kimono Grimsley

SC Lillie, SS Misty, Lear

Anni Raihan, SS Lana, Onix

Pidgeot, SS Lusamine, Anni Skyla

Final Thoughts Perhaps unsurprisingly, Azelf was the most difficult of the three.  We have a surprising abundance of Paralysis bots, and plenty of powerful damage dealers to abuse Burn as well if needed, so Cobalion...wasn’t too tough.  Entei’s really easy so long as you have a flinch rate, although the later fights really emphasize what a problem Entei’s bulk is when you’re not like...crazy good on your own merits.

Now, I know what you may be thinking.  “Crystal, why did you do this?  I thought you weren’t going to after last Gauntlet.”  Well, a few reasons.  One is, 100 wins gets you enough 5* powerup tickets to 20/20 a sync pair.  So it’s the goal forever now.  The other is, 100 wins isn’t too difficult to achieve at this point for me, what with how many support pairs I’ve accumulated.  Some are difficult fights, but we can manage.  Lastly...none of these fights suck.

A major issue with Gauntlet is the layout.  Latias sucks, because at the second bar, you run into the random bullshit of “oops, all your attacks keep missing despite your best efforts, and the otherwise clean run just tanked for no reason!  Sucks to suck!”  Moltres has the same issue.  Missed a quad queue on May?  Burns for everyone.  Some of these fights rely so heavily on RNG to carry them forward that they’re intolerable, and the heavily you fall back on needing a flinch rate, the worse the fight.  Cobalion, Entei, and Azelf are all pretty fair.  They can’t do anything too stupid to you.  Cobalion is answered with status and a physical wall.  Entei is answered by any level of flinch rate given how weak it is to them.  Azelf is answered by the Stalwart/Unbending combo and sleep.  So once things got rolling, even when I had to retry, I rarely had to retry repeatedly for optimal RNG shenanigans like I had to do constantly for bitch bird and fuckjet.

#legendary gauntlet

[acefaun]

The King’s Labyrinth (8)

Synopsis: Being the notorious trickster that he is, the King uses a film you've recently watched with the gods as inspiration for his latest entertainment. It doesn't help that Leon looks like the Goblin King… Putting the thirteen of you in the Labyrinth, it only takes a little mind persuasion to get everyone to cooperate.

✨Masterlist✨ Female goldfish! An: We're finally at the last chapter! I'm probably going to use this ending with the King to my advantage later. After all… A wish is a wish. 😙

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8

—Word count: 2.6K—

Chapter 8: A Pseudo Happy Ending

“That was sufficiently entertaining. I have to thank you, human,” the King’s eloquent voice rang out in the empty space. “Tell me, (Name) (Last Name), what do you wish for as a reward?”

As I contemplated his question, I blinked. I didn’t really want anything other than to be back with my boyfriends who would remember who the heck I was. I also didn’t want to go through something like that again… “Send me home, please,” was my quiet request. It was all I’d been asking for. The following comment left my lips, “I’m tired…”

“Hm,” the King hummed, snapping his fingers to grant my request. “Sleep then, human. You’ll receive your due reward another time.”

***

Sleep was a peaceful thing, something I felt like I’d been missing out on for too long. Though it was a thing meant to regain energy, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d been stuck in the longest dream—something I was desperate to escape from. 

Well… When I thought about it, I was trying to escape from something, wasn’t I? I recalled seeing the King of the Heavens, but beyond that, there wasn’t anything that really stood out to me. At least, until I thought about seeing my gods. Then I remembered the trouble I’d gone through the past 24 hours. 

The only question bothering me was where were the gods now?! 

Feeling too panicked to stay laying down, I shot up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Though, I wasn’t on my bed—I wasn’t on any bed at all, for that matter. I blinked furiously to straighten my vision, only seeing the mansion’s living room around me. Confused, I recalled being with Aigonorus before that whole dream started… or… was it a dream?

The sound of a page flipping made me divert my eyes to Huedhaut who was sitting alone on the opposite sofa, going through his Wishes work. It looked too normal of a scene considering he was a goblin just a few hours ago…

But my harsh staring seemed to have attracted his attention. His eyes flickered up to me. “You’re finally awake. Don’t you have anything you’d like to say to me?”

My eyes widened at suddenly being called out by him. I tried extremely hard to recall what he could have been talking about, but nothing was coming to mind. Wincing, I tried, “I… Uh… Good morning?”

“It’s afternoon,” Huedhaut sighed, his book settling on his lap. “Do you honestly have no idea what I’m talking about?”

“Uh…” I pursed my lips, my gaze trailing down to the floor. There’s no way we were on the same page now. 

“That ridiculous drawing,” he suddenly pointed out, making me flinch. Though, he wasn’t overly harsh about it; it was still the first time any of the gods complained about a work of mine—even if it was just something I’d done as a joke. “If you ever find it humorous to draw me in such a way again, I will tell Zyglavis about what you’ve done.”

“W- What?” Now I was confused. What could I have possibly drawn to make him threaten me with telling Zyglavis?! What was he going to tell Zyglavis?! Surely, there was no way we were both talking about the same drawing of the gods as little green goblins! If he was then wasn’t he overreacting? Slowly, I pointed out, “You’re… pretty mad right now. Um… Is it safe… to ask what you’re talking about?” 

His glare told me no, it wasn't safe at all to ask. Though, before he could proceed to tell me off, a new god entered the room. However, seeing Teorus didn't make me feel any more comforted. It turned out he had a similarly displeased expression. Pouting, he complained, “You're awake now that it's all over, huh?”

I certainly wasn't used to being the center of attention—negatively, anyway. “Ah… I'm kinda scared to ask… Is it that bad?”

“You,” Scorpio snapped, making me flinch. It was bad enough I had the Wishes gods on my case, but the Punishment gods were a different and scarier story! “You have some damn nerve.” 

It wasn't safe for my health to ask Huedhaut or Teorus, but it especially wouldn’t be good to ask Scorpio. Why were they all so peeved with me? As far as I was aware, I saved them from playing the King’s wicked game. Shouldn't they have been thanking me? 

Almost as if attracted to my horrible predicament, a few other gods joined the gathering in the living room, though I was sure it would only lead to more trouble. It surprised me when Aigonorus only had one calm request for me, “You need to stop drawing.”

I faltered. “W- What…?” Just the other night Aigonorus was praising my hard work and even laughing along with me, telling me how weird I was. This sudden change in attitude wasn’t something I was expecting. “Where did that come from?” Was my art so horrible that even the gods had enough of me?

Averting his gaze from me, he admitted, “Your drawings are dangerous. After you showed me that drawing you did of everyone, it became real. Either that… or we all shared the same dream…” He paused, squinting his eyes. “No… That’s not it. Your drawing just became real.”

“I have the answer to that,” Zyglavis said, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. He seemed to wear a similarly displeased expression as everyone else. Why did everyone seem to know what was going on except me and Aigo? His gaze laser focused on me, he asked, “Do you recall what you did with that particular drawing of yours?”

“Uh…” Hesitantly, I shrugged my shoulders. “I, uh, didn’t do anything illegal.”

Huedhaut hummed, a thought coming to him, “Perhaps it should be. If we were to create a set of ‘laws’ for you to follow, ‘Do not, under any circumstance, collaborate with the King’ would be the first law on the list.”

With all of their eyes pointedly on me, a cold shiver ran down my spine, making me tense up under their scrutiny. “You’ve got this all wrong,” I argued, trying to defend myself. The last thing I wanted was for them to think I’d sell them out to the highest bidder! “I didn’t go to him with any wild ideas or anything! He came to me and asked to see my work! W- What am I supposed to do? I can’t just tell the King no!”

“You’re a fickle little goldfish,” Leon argued, lounging into his chair. Part of me was relieved that he was also back to his usual self, though I didn’t appreciate him also joining their attack against me. “You had no problem telling me no. I was a King in your little fantasy world, wasn’t I? As far as I’m aware, you were fully aware of who we were and where we were.”

“That’s different,” I desperately denied. It wasn’t like I had a choice! I couldn’t just agree to stay with him in that world of his. “I was trying to get us home.” Taking in his relaxed way of teasing me, I shot back, “What about you? If you had it your way I’d be stuck in that castle with you and all the other gods would still be goblins! If anything, they should be mad at you, not me. You’re the one who wasn’t listening to me when I was trying to get you to send us home!”

Now he was interested in the little tiff I was having with the other gods. It didn’t seem to be a problem before I dragged his pride through the dirt. I almost regretted speaking my opinion with the dangerous way his eyes were glimmering. The corner of his lips curled up. “You look frightened.”

I groaned, shutting my eyes in anticipation for what was to come. It wasn’t fair that they were all upset with me. “It’s not fair I’m getting ganged up on like this. Can’t you guys have a little mercy? I ran an entire Labyrinth to get everyone home…”

Aigonorus was the first to nod his head and agree. He was there to witness most of it, after all. “That took too long… I’m really tired from following you all over. You should sleep with me as an apology.”

“M- Me?” I stuttered. Not that I was against the idea of sleeping with him, but he was accusing the wrong person, yet again! “Aigo, Leo made you chase me around the labyrinth like that. Why do I have to apologize for something he was making you do?!”

“Let me guess,” Karno added, equally miffed with me. “Leo must also be the reason behind why the King chose to trap us in that game and turn us into unsavory creatures meant to hurt you.”

“Uh…” I faltered, avoiding his gaze. He was getting a little too specific there. “Please stop making me feel like I’m in the doghouse… I didn’t tell anyone to turn anyone into goblins!” Pouting, I accused them, “What do you want from me? You’re clearly trying to make me feel guilty for something!”

Simply put, Huedhaut answered my question, “An apology. You’ve yet to apologize for the trouble you’ve caused us and here you are trying to push the blame onto Leo who only watched your movie with you. He didn’t entertain the King with foolish ideas.”

I blinked, staring at Huedhaut in confusion. Was that really all they were looking for? I looked away skeptically. There was no way that was going to be the end of this. They never ganged up on me for something as simple as an apology. My eyes narrowed as I looked back at Huedhaut. Cautiously, I did as he requested, “Well… I’m sorry? Sorry for… uh… talking to the King? Aaaaand sorry for pointing out things Leo did?” Earning a sharp glare, I quickly corrected myself, “Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. He didn’t know what he was doing. Just like Teo would never have knocked Aigo in the head, and Lou never would’ve aimed an arrow at me, and-”

“I’m confiscating your ipad.”

That singular sentence from Zyglavis made me freeze, my eyes locking onto him. “No… No, no, no! I’m sorry! I’m so, so, so sorry! I won’t ever let the King see my art again! I won’t make you watch quirky movies with me anymore! Please, don’t take away my only sanity on Earth!”

He was clearly avoiding meeting my gaze, knowing he would give into my pleading otherwise. Instead, he pointed out, “Humans are all the same. If I don’t show you that there are consequences to your actions then you won’t learn.”

It tempted me to ask him if he was my mother or something, but I didn’t want to dig myself an even deeper grave. He was worse than a mother—he was the minister of the department of punishments. Curse his ability to know exactly where to strike! Pressing my hands together in a pleading motion, I tried again, “No, I did learn. I promise I learned my lesson!” Before I could rush over and latch onto Zyglavis to plead my case, an arm wrapped around me preventing me from going anywhere. Despite how Krioff was holding me back, it didn’t stop my cries, “Please! Ziggy, don’t do this to me!” At a loss of what to do, my hands helplessly landed atop my head as a sign of my distress. “What am I even getting punished for? None of this was my fault!”

Leon stared pointedly at me. “Don’t collaborate with the King.”

“I’m sorry,” I tried to insist, though they were just brushing off my apologies at that point. “I didn’t mean to make the King play with you like that! C’mon, you’re gonna make me sad. What can I do to make things right? You’re not gonna cold-shoulder me forever, are you?” There was no way they had the heart to do that to me. But they were gods and their determination was pretty strong. But… it was nothing against… my tears! My lips formed a pout as tears welled in my eyes. I dramatically whined, “Ooh, that’s it! It’s all over! You all hate me!”

“What… Uh… (Name),” Karno hesitated on how to address me, his hand resting gently on my back. “We don’t hate you. It’s just a punishment. Aren’t you overreacting?”

My head hung even lower at his question. “Our relationship is doomed… I’ve shoved everyone away with my careless actions… In the face of being coerced by the King, I’m estranged and ostracized by my loved ones…”

Huedhaut inclined his head, his eyebrows furrowing together in disbelief. “Now, where are you getting this vocabulary?”

“My emotional wounds,” I answered, my voice cracking. My shoulders sagged as if to display my physical anguish. “It’s fine I’ll… banish myself to the most dreary part of the mansion… outside!” Brushing off Karno’s hand and turning to leave, I was suddenly stopped by a firm hand around my wrist. Apparently there was a collective sigh that signified they were relieved someone stopped me from leaving. 

A yelp left my lips as they yanked me back. My face mushed uncomfortably into someone’s chest before I heard Krioff muttering from above me, “You’re not goin’ anywhere. Here-” I felt my ipad slip back into my arms before I was smushed right back into his chest, his arms firmly wrapped around me. “Don’t ever say we hate you—we love you—and don’t ever think we’re lettin’ you leave us. No matter how many times you screw up, our relationship isn’t over.”

“Krioff…” I quickly covered up a snort of laughter, pressing my face further into his chest. 

Unfortunately, he still managed to hear it. “What was that?”

“A- A sniffle,” I quickly excused, trying to make sure he didn’t pull away so I could hide the mischievous grin that crossed my face. To verify my excuse, I made a louder sniffle. “I- I’m sorry. I’m a little emotional right now. The fact that I’m not hated in this mansion makes me so ha-happy…!” I lost myself in a fit of airy laughter, that I quickly had to cover-up with fake sobs as I gasped for air. The only thing saving me was the deadly grip I had on his jacket. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, (Name),” Ichthys tried to support me, his hand patting my head. “You don’t have to cry. We know the King was just using you. Geez, good thing we never let them catch you doing pranks with me. You’d never survive those punishments if you can’t handle this.” 

“You don’t have to cry so much,” Scorpio commented, indicating his discomfort when it came to someone crying in front of him. Only I froze, tensing up in apprehension as his hand landed on my shoulder. The both of us fell silent, and I held my breath. “You stupid goldfish!” I flinched as Scorpio twisted the back of my shirt in his fist, yanking me out of Krioff’s arms. “You think this shit is funny?!”

Immediately, I screamed in retaliation, “You’re the ones who started emotionally blackmailing me first and I don’t even know what for!”

Though, apparently the room wasn’t filled with as much tension as I thought there was. Ichthys started cracking up laughing at the look on Scorpio’s face. “That was genius! You should see the looks on your faces!” Grinning widely, he snapped his fingers, and I appeared in his waiting arms. “For a great prank like that I have to help you out of trouble.”

“Ichthys,” Zyglavis called after my partner in crime. “Come back here!”

Regardless of what trouble I caused thanks to the King, Ichthys was sticking to his word. Besides, even he liked the games the King played. So, it was safe to say that I was in good hands and safe from further scolding from the other gods—well… for now.

#star crossed myth #star crossed myth fanfic #the labyrinth #scm leon #scm karno #scm teorus #scm huedhaut #scm aigonorus #scm tauxolouve #scm zyglavis #scm scorpio #scm dui #scm ichthys #scm partheno #scm krioff #zodiac gods #department of punishments #department of wishes #crossover #fanfic