#I tried i really did

[kimtaegis]

prince

[ashleyslorens]

MOULIN ROUGE! THE MUSICAL ↳ Choreography by Sonya Tayeh (insp)

[blonndiec]

✨Yuri Plisetsky, all adult at 25, doing some ballet 🩰 around Milan✨

Fanart I made for 'Ice Between The Gold' - Chapter 1 Up tonight / 4th part of my fanfiction series Winter Olympics of Broken Hearts 2026 🏅

[untoldsoup]

Hi, been loving your Mario comics so far! ❤️ For an art idea, can we see Bowuigi with your human Bowser in Paper Mario style, pretty pleaseee 🥺🥺🥺 🙏🙏🙏?

well, Luigi already exists in Paper Mario style, so i did my best to draw two characters who don't exist in that style already.

And let me say this was hard lol. It was like an evil art style challenge. But i did my best.

[baronessblixen]

In case your brain decides to cooperate. :DDD

*****

It had not been Scully's day.

There had been no new messages on her answering machine that morning, turning last night's worry into this morning's dread. Scutwork duty dragged. Lunch was as unappealing as the thought of going home only to sleep, wake up, and endure two more days until the weekend.

And still Mulder didn't call.

She'd known. Diana had startled them Monday, passing too close to their desks on her purposed walk to Kersh's office, X-Files folder in hand. Scully'd locked eyes with Mulder and watched him ping pong from her face to the clock for the next forty-five minutes until Diana emerged, victorious, from their superior's office.

It had been-- was-- a legitimate file. Too legitimate, too perfect. Perfectly selected, she suspected; as were Diana's perfectly legitimate reasons why Scully couldn't join the case. Fox, I just wrangled Kersh for almost an hour. He's mad as it is that I managed to grab one of you. If I'd bargained for two, neither of you would be able to go and the Kernwyckles would be robbed of proper justice. Would that be fair? Perfectly rational. Scully hadn't trusted her for a second but couldn't reasonably deny that the case needed her partner's expertise.

To his credit, Mulder had waited until Diana left before discreetly promising to keep her abreast of the details. She'd deflected; but he'd kept his word, checking in at the bullpen's lunchtime, checking in again right before she settled into bed. I'll be in and out, Scully, and back before you know it.

And he hadn't called since.

She knew how he was, of course; his stubborn ways and his single-mindedness when it came to solving a case were some of his most endearing traits. At least they were when she was around and knew what was happening.

It had been more than 12 hours since she’d last heard from him. That in itself wasn’t unusual; last night’s whispered promises that came with a hint of skepticism towards Diana’s motives, however, made Scully’s alarm bells go off.

Something, she figured, was wrong.

Asking Kersh for details about the case Diana had dangled in front of Mulder was fruitless. Was there anyone else Agent Fowley might have confided it? For the first time that day, Scully felt a sense of direction.

She couldn’t find Agent Spender anywhere and when she asked about him, she was told he had called in sick. That wasn’t like the young Agent at all. Scully’s stomach knotted more tightly. Her gut was screaming at her.

“Agent Scully?” Frohike’s voice was caught between a cough and disbelief when he picked up her call. “Did anything happen?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.” She quickly filled him in and listened as Byers and Langly joined the conversation. There was furious typing in the background and grumbling. She distinctly heard one of them mutter the word fuck, which clued her in that something was not right.

“Don’t tell Mulder,” Frohike said, “but we put trackers in his shoes after the Bermuda Triangle disaster.”

“You did what?” She shook her head; there was no time to be outraged. Not when Mulder’s life was possibly on the line.

“Not all of them,” Langly chimed in.

“He’s not moving,” Byers said in a somber voice. “According to the data he hasn’t moved for hours.”

“What does that mean?” Scully heard her voice wobble.

“It could mean any number of things,” Byers said, his voice gentle. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“He was supposed to call me.” She sounded like a jilted wife but she couldn’t care for that either. Right from the moment Diana had shown up with the case, she had known something wasn’t right. It had been in the way she’d snaked around Mulder, luring him into her trap.

“Where is he?” Scully asked. The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. “I need to know where she took him.”

“She?”

“Diana Fowley.”

“What does she have to do with this?” Byers asked.

“She convinced Kersh to let Mulder help her out on a case. They left yesterday. He called last night and he-” Scully closed her eyes against threatening tears. She had known it. Last night, when Mulder called, and he’d joked, and he’d made promises, and her own voice hadn’t been as steady as it should have been, she had kept quiet. What could she have done? Ask him to abandon the case, ditch Diana and come back home? She’d had no right. She had no right to ask his friends to find out about his whereabouts either. But that wasn't stopping her.

“He promised to call me with more details. But he hasn’t called.”

“We’ll send you the coordinates,” Frohike said. “He’s in Raleigh, North Carolina. Do you need us to-”

“I need you on stand-by,” she said, her heart hammering in her chest. She wrote down the coordinates Byers gave her and stared at them. She folded the note and put it in her pocket. No one here at the Hoover building bat an eye when she left early.

She had to go save her partner.

[kanos]

nezena (arcane) | zara callahan - without scars (arcane)

misaki miyashiro (hypmic) | nami (hxh)

kantarra thanas (star wars) | remi warren (gta)

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ignore that misaki’s hair is all green no one ever has highlight options which im sure is hard but rip to me

was tagged in this cute picrew by my beloved @carlosoliveiraa tysm dear!! unfortunately the hair was so limited but i made it work!

tagging: @imogenkol @statichvm @carrionsflower @anoramactir @pitchmoss @pavus @florbelles @firstaidspray @roberthouse69 @thedeadthree @leviiackrman @jamessunderlandgf @tommyarashikage @risingsh0t @g0dspeeed @hollytanaka @strangefable @bbrocklesnar @bigbywlf @confidentandgood @shellibisshe @cryptcombat @newvegasceo @pheedraws @thefathersbride and anyone else im so sorry if i accidentally left you out!

[screamingcrows]

Gift of Companionship - Albedo x f!reader

Crossposting this from my ao3 to provide context for a request I'm writing. This was originally written as a gift for my beloved mutual @missrhinedottir💙 Tags: fem!reader, mutual pining, first date, pure fluff, friends to implied lovers (the lover part will be obvious in the continuation lmao), hand holding - scandalous I know Summary: "It's a gift, I insist," his voice was filled with such certainty, the words making your heart ache, longing to just accept. Albedo had made a habit of visiting you while you work, the peace and attentiveness he brought with him quickly becoming a necessity for you. Minors, ageless, and blank blogs DNI, blocked on sight. Feed it to AI and get Chlamydia trachomatis

Counting the Chief Alchemist as a friend was a rare honor among the people of Mondstadt, ever polite albeit a little distant in his mannerisms. You'd always found it endearing how he'd dedicate countless hours to painting and drawing, tucked away in the nooks of the city as he immortalized the ordinary. It was how you'd first met, having noticed him hanging around your little shop you'd approached him one day.

He'd been startled at first, dropping several pencils as he'd struggled to gather his papers back into his sketchbook. The small giggle that escaped you had made him sigh, probably realizing he'd made a fool out of himself. The recovery had been swift, him showing his drawings and explaining his fascination with observing and drawing people going about their daily lives. 'Being human', as he'd put it. 

The topic of all those pages filled with sketches of you had never passed your lips, the notion oddly endearing even if a little strange.

After that he'd been more open in his interest, pursuing conversation with you whenever he caught you on a break. Seemingly more than content to sit in your little workshop and keep you company as you worked. The work you did wasn't prestigious compared to his, at least by your own standards, yet he never failed to compliment whenever you finished a piece of jewelry or another delicate decoration. 

Many weeks passed as you settled into comfortable routine, his company bringing a steadiness you had never noticed you'd been missing. It became apparent in his absence, the days he spent in Dragonspine like a cold rag on your heart. Rumors circulated the city, the Chief Alchemist was spending more time away from the mountain, yet it was still too much for you. The silence of your existence oppressive without the scratching of his pen to accompany you.

He brought a new invention one day, offhandedly placing it on one of your tables. A little machine wielding a combination of cryo and something you couldn't quite recognise to perfectly preserve flowers for your creations. 

It was an element you'd wanted to incorporate in your creations since childhood, the imperfections of natural materials having always brought comfort. The excitement in his voice had been tangible, the faint traces of a blush visible on his cheeks as he'd realized you'd gotten lost in all the technical details. Clearing his throat awkwardly as he cut himself off and apologized, hands tucked into his pockets.

You'd been standing there wide-eyed, fighting to hold back tears at the gesture. Not only had he clearly been listening to your chatting all those days he'd spent quietly sketching or looking at all the materials in your workshop, he'd remembered. Before you could properly compose yourself, your arms had already found their home around his neck as you broke down in sobs.

His body had tensed, hands trembling as they found your shoulders and pulled you far enough back that he could look into your teary eyes. Worry was written plainly across his expression, his brow pinched together and his lips pulled into a thin line.

"D-did I.. do anything wrong? My apologies if it wasn't what you were looking for, I simply thought it would-"

"It's perfect Albedo"

Shaking your head and smiling you'd allowed yourself a final squeeze of the confused alchemist before you'd let go. You couldn't help but laugh, pacing back and forth as your hands wiped at your tears.

"No one has ever done something like this for me, it.. It took me by surprise, that's all. How much do I owe you? Oh this is perfect, I can't believe you could make something like this. Or rather, I could because you're a genius and everyone knows that, but I mean, that you'd be doing something to fulfill my wish is just-"

You cut yourself off, paralyzed by the expression on his face. Never had you seen such warmth in those pale blue eyes, his body looking much less tense than it had seconds before. He shook his head, hands waving dismissively in front of him.

"It's a gift, I insist," his voice was filled with such certainty, the words making your heart ache, longing to just accept.

"Albedo, I can't possibly... You must've spent a lot of time making this for me, not to talk about material costs"

He sighed, fingers tapping his lips as he thought. You were clearly too prideful to accept without giving something in return. He nodded solemnly as his mind settled on a compromise.

"In that case, I would like to receive the first piece you make using it, if that's agreeable? I've promised Klee long ago that she could get something from here when she got a little older,"

For some reason that offer only served to stoke your embarrassment, it seemed like a bad bargain on his part. There'd been a little back and forth with you trying to insist upon monetary payment, yet he'd shot you down every time you tried to persuade him that the things you made were hardly worth as much as his work. He'd simply shaken his head, sincerity burning behind his eyes when he kept explaining that it was more than a fair exchange in his eyes.

You'd invited him along for a trip to Starsnatch Cliff, firm in your insistence that he would have to join you in picking the flowers for your first trials. The nervousness in your voice had been tangible, it wasn't part of your shared routine, fear slithering along your spine at the thought of a rejection. Which in itself was silly, considering it was nothing more than a friendly offer.

Relief had flooded you with how easily he'd agreed, suggesting you leave as soon as possible. Nothing of interest was happening with the Knights today anyway, and it had been a while since he'd properly stretched his legs. Questioning his intentions was a game you didn't want to entertain today, wiping your hands on your skirt to calm your nerves.

You hardly felt presentable enough, but how could you tell him. Instead you paced back and forth on the street, Albedo having made you wait there while he went to grab something. Your chest tightened when he turned the corner, holding a woven basket in his hands as he proudly held it up.

"I had Sara pack this up for us," there was an uncharacteristic spring to his step as he closed the distance, offering you his arm to hold on to.

His smile faltered for a moment as you hesitated to place your hand on his arm, but he hid it well, averting his eyes as he started leading you out of the city. It was quiet for most of the walk, both of you slowly relaxing as the bustling sounds died down the further away from Mondstadt city you came. Your mind raced with possibilities, not wanting to say the wrong thing and ruin this... not date, you had to remind yourself, the voice in your head more chiding than you'd have wanted. 

"It uh- you didn't have to bring food. I don't want to take up your entire day," you couldn't help but wince inwardly at how pathetic you sounded.

Your gaze flickered to Albedo, hoping his eyes would extend their solace to you. They didn't. His head was turned firmly away. The ground became a more bearable sight before you had the chance to catch the flush extending down his neck.

"You tend to forget to eat when you're focused. Low blood sugar could result in dangerous situations," he had to bite down on his tongue refusing to let on how much the thought of you getting dizzy and stumbling, tripping and falling down the cliff, made his stomach lurch in ways he hadn't thought possible.

The mere thought of not being able to see your sweet smile as you greeted him, your pouting lips when you concentrated, the apologetic look in your eyes when he'd spoken too much or too fast and lost you... He'd rather burn every sketch he'd made of you than resign to only ever seeing your expressions in them.

Nothing could do you justice, the picture of life itself in Albedo's mind. His hand tightened around the basket, and he had to take a deep breath to prevent himself from screaming. 

You weren't much better off, cheeks flushed and hand twitching atop his arm. You fiddled with your skirt with your free hand, having no reply to his words. They rang true in your ears, the thought of him having caught on and planned for it making you feel a little giddy. The way he had said it so bluntly pushing down the shame you would've otherwise felt at burdening someone with your own shortcomings. 

After spending a couple of hours picking out flowers with Albedo your nerves had calmed down, and the usual comfort he brought had long since flooded your system. Nothing felt wrong in his company, and you relished in the way you could speak so freely to him. He'd been more lively as well, taking your hand to pull your with him on multiple occasions, eager to show you what he found and tell you about various phenomena.

No doubt you would've made for a more interesting conversation partner if you hadn't been close to short-circuiting every time his fingers intwined with yours. He didn't seem to mind, the soft look never leaving his eyes when he looked at you.

You'd sat down against a large rock, having consumed the refreshments he'd brought. A pleasant weariness made your body thrum, the combination of fresh air, exercise, and your favorite meal making you relax. The view was beautiful, yet you noticed Albedo's eyes had hardly left you, his lips parted slightly as if on the verge of speaking. You closed your eyes, wanting a moment to gather yourself as warmth blossomed in your chest.

If only every day could be like this. 

A hand tugged on your sleeve, bringing your body closer and adjusting your head so it lay on his shoulder. The soft locks of his hair brushed against your cheek, you couldn't stop yourself from inhaling his scent. Yet you dared not move nor speak, scared that this was nothing but a dream, something fickle that would vanish the moment your eyes opened.

His head came to rest against yours, and you felt his hot breath against your scalp, lips moving against your hair. His arm had snaked around your body, holding you against him.

"Forgive me, but I can't do this anymore," his voice was barely above a whisper, a strain evident as he spoke.

Your heart fell, a disgusting lump forming in your throat that threatened to strangle you. This was not a dream, it was a nightmare. You wanted to laugh at yourself for believing this time would be different.

His lips pressing against your hair and a warm droplet hitting your skin broke you out of your spiral for just long enough to realize that his grip on you had grown almost painfully tight, his voice shaky as he whispered a prayer.

"Promise that I'll never have to let go of you"

[rhynrnmph]

ELIA WEEK DAY1: Elia and her children

Headcanons I've been keeping in my heart about our PrincessDianaElia:

artist @the-lady-raerae <3

The first weeks she was weakened and exhausted for no reason

Her bizarre cravings were a dead giveaway

Elia when told she was expecting immidately told Ashara to send the word to all of Dorne!

She actually cried of joy and was extra careful about what she ate

She would read as soon as she could when she knew she was pregnant

When she felt Rhaenys kick the frst time she was overjoyed. This specific moment made all her pain worth it.

She hoped her child would be healthy (That was her biggest fear)

The delivery was the most intense pain she ever felt

Once she held Rhaenys for the first time she was overwhelmed and happy to know the babe was healthy

She wouldn’t let her go so bad Rhaenys got quickly used to being constantly carried

Rhaenys never had milk mothers. Elia was so happy about her daughter she'd INSIST to feed her herself and actually adored those moments

Elia would talk to Rhaenys like she her best friend, gossiping and chatting away FOR HOURS

Elias ladies in waiting were constantly having their eyes on the babe whenever Elia was away for xyz

After Aerys said nasty shit about Rhaenys at her introduction at court she told Rhaegar she NEVER wishes to be left alone with him. It’s Dragonstone or Dorne for her and her child

The amount of love and care Queen Rhaella showed to her granddaughter salvaged her good family’s reputation to her eyes

Rhaella confided she had always wanted a daughter, it was bittersweet

In fact Queen Rhaella and Princess Elia had mutual respect and care for each other

After this humiliation Elia made sure to have no Aerys patriots around her blood

Security and guardsmen were ordered to be very careful about who wanted to see her daughter

Once she was announced to be carrying Aegon she felt terrified

That period was the worst and only got worser

Rhaegar was already speaking of a third child when she couldn’t obviously carry no more

She was found of her young husband but frustrated of his lack of realism

The King was getting more erratic and mad

The wood attack and the court having obvious stands on Rhaegars succession to the throne

The Kings attitude towards her allowed micro aggressions to flourish at court about her and her children

This she avoided to bring them in that environment as much as possible

When Rhaegar passed her and gave the garland of roses to Lady Lyanna time stopped for her

Funnily enough she felt nothing however her family was livid

Only once she felt eyes on her did she sense something was amiss

In the carriage on the way back she felt numb and eerily calm

She returned to Dragonstone the same evening thinking on the next moves to secure her children’s rights

What would it mean for her bloodline and their claim of the throne

Rhaegar sent for her to return, to explain. She had no interest to return and told him to return to his family once he’s finished there

Both Rhaenys and Aegon would quiet down and soothe when she’d read to them

Her favourite lullabies would be sung in hushed tones

Elia had great aspirations for her children and was already looking into a stable future for both

Elia got familiar with High Valyrian because of Rhaegar

Rhaenys has proven to be Oberyns niece

A turbulent baby leaving chaos everywhere she went

But she was adorable so she got a pass

Aegon was quiet fussy and had a birds appetite

Unsettling his mother a bit that her health got through him

But maesters would constantly reassure her that he was a healthy boy

Elia would teach Rhaenys affirmations and repeat them every morning and night like a prayer

Because this is what her own mother did for her

Rhaenys hated her hair being done by anyone else but her mother (and elia was lowkey proud of this privilege)

Balerion was Rhaegars last gift to his daughter

Princess Rhaenys was a daddy’s girl

As a ritual Elia Rhaegar and Rhaenys used to watch the sun set on the Narrow Sea

While Rhaegar would explain to his daughter the history of Aegon and his sisters Queen Rhaenys and Queen Visenya

Rhaenys is a history nerd too

Father and daughter would also sing together sometimes Elia watched foundly from the doorframe

All her ladies in waiting were her pillars and allies

All their children would play together with the little Princess

Though Ashara Dayne was the favourite aunt and she felt her absence the most once alone in Kingslanding

Her last letter to Ashara was to warn her that Aegon had indigo eyes and that she had won their bet

Ashara received it too late…

Elia Aegon and Rhaenys remains rest in the Watergardens in Dorne

[zer0pm]

Trigger

Luis Serra x GN!Reader

A/N: Here it is. A one-shot to this imagine prompt I posted. Wanted to see if I could pull off a serious Luis and… may have gone overboard lol, but hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Warnings: character death (maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), cursing/swearing

“Run, Luis!” you plead. “Run before I shoot you!”

The man chuckles under his breath, “Think you can get rid of me that easily?”

How did it come to this?

One moment, you and the team are making your way to Luis Serra’s laboratory to remove the parasites inside of you, your partner Leon S. Kennedy, and the US President’s daughter Ashley Graham, and the next, well…

“Condor Two, put down the gun! That’s an order.”

“I’m fucking trying!”

It happened so quickly. Luis’ suppressants wore off much sooner than any of you had anticipated and you keeled over suddenly, overwhelmed by scalding pain so intense that you were certain you were going to pass out. Luis was the first to rush to your side, he asked a series of questions with a tone uncharacteristic from his usual easy-going demeanor. However, his concerned inquiries were nothing but muffled noise as a deafening ring gnawed at every corner of your brain and your body grew so intensely hot it was as if you were being burned from the inside out.

It felt like torture.

It felt like you were dying.

Give in.

The moment you regained your senses, the situation only got worse. And here you are now…

Ashley is cowering behind Leon.

Luis is a ways in front of you with both of his hands up in the air.

Leon has his gun pointed towards you.

You have your gun aimed at Luis.

You try to lower your weapon, but your muscles wouldn’t relax. You try to step back, face away from everyone- from him, but your feet refuse to move an inch. The grip of the pistol in your hand tightens and you had to summon everything you had not to squeeze the trigger even though your fingers were violently twitching to do just so. Everything was hurting so much.

Give in, little lamb.

Leon barks at you to put down your firearm and you spit back that you were trying. You are trying, trying so hard. And you are failing. Something, or rather, someone else was hijacking you.

Do not resist, child.

“Shut up!” You snap. “Get the fuck out of my head!”

A flash of understanding appears across Luis’ face who has been carefully watching you this entire time. “It’s Saddler,” he says out loud. “He’s using the plaga to gain control.”

Your ears pick up Ashley’s frantic sobs and you remember that she experienced the same thing, she knows all too well what was happening to you at this moment. Saddler is trying to turn you against your companions. More specifically, he wants you to-

Kill Luis Serra.

At just the thought alone, your fingers threaten to take the shot. You manage to wrestle control back to your other hand, swiftly bringing your free hand over your disobedient one and slotting your finger behind the pin without a second thought. The pin pushes against the skin of your digit so hard that it was beginning to break skin, but you endure. Your whole body is shaking.

Poor child. You are only prolonging the inevitable.

“Run, Luis!” you warn through gritted teeth, grateful that you still have your voice. “Run before I shoot you!”

At your words, the Spaniard grimaces, his lips turn into a thin line, his grey eyes darken. Never before have you seen such an expression on him. Then, he chuckles under his breath, “Think you can get rid of me that easily?”

The nerve of this guy, you swear…. Thankfully, Leon became the voice of reason.

“Move out of the line of fire, Luis,” he ordered. But the other man didn’t budge and you can feel the palpable urgency in Leon’s voice. “Come on! We gotta get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving,” Luis spoke up, his eyes directed towards you. “I’m not leaving you.”

Any other time this would have been touching. You and him have been stuck together throughout this entire horrifying adventure so of course you would forge a bond. While there were countless times where you wanted to punch him in the face, there were more times where the man’s ever present smile and unparalleled flair stopped you from doing so. You became fond of Luis and his antics, especially of all the times that he tried to charm you with that Spanish bravado unique only to him (not that you would ever admit any of this to him nor admit that he had affected you in any way). And it was because of your fondness that you knew you had to throw all sentimentality away the moment you were losing yourself to the voice in your head.

“This is no time to act all chivalrous, Luis Serra!” You shout desperately. “Saddler is going to make me kill you if you don’t beat it.”

“No. You haven’t lost. Saddler hasn’t taken over completely. Otherwise, we would be hearing him speak right now. Pero no,” the Spaniard counters, his stubbornness matching yours. “You can fight this.”

His bull-headed faith stirred something within you. A desire to do as he says and resist the virus consuming you. He was giving you hope. Spreading it from himself to you. Like an infection.

Kill him.

You snap back to reality. “We’re not doing this. You have to run. You have to get away!”

Leon interjects once again on your behalf, “Ashley needs to get to the lab fast, Luis. If your equipment can cure us both, I can come back and fix this. But we have to move. Now.” Despite his rationality even you can tell that the blond agent was threatening to go over the edge off the tension between you all in his attempts to sway your mutual ally with reason. “We still have a chance.”

Unfortunately, Luis being Luis, a man of honor and integrity, he refuses. “No,” he says firmly. “I won’t take that risk. If we don’t beat this now, it’s over.”

Before you can fully register the weight of his words, his actions portray his intentions clearly. The dark-haired man began closing the gap between you two. Panic pours over you like a bucket of ice water and you are practically screaming inside for your body to listen to you. To lower the damn gun and get away from him. To keep him away from you. To keep him safe. It was no use.

Like cattle up for the slaughter. Kill him now. Take the Amber.

“Stay back!” To your terror, your hands involuntarily lift the gun so that it was pointing straight at his face. The stubborn man didn’t flinch and he did not heed your warning.

“The last time someone sent me away,” he speaks calmly, “I lost them forever.”

He continues walking straight until he was well within the sights of your pistol. If you shoot now, no matter how fast you moved your hand away, it wouldn’t matter. It would be fatal.

And yet, there still isn’t an ounce of fear in Luis’ eyes.

What the hell is he doing? Is he actually trying to get himself killed?

Yes. Kill him.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head wildly in the futile hopes that whatever gripped its hold over you would finally relent and disappear. Luis must have sensed the agonizing conflict within you as you hear him gently call you out, effectively pulling your focus back to the surface. Your name upon your lips felt like a soothing caress upon your raging mind. When you open your eyes, he had a smile across his lips. It was different from the coy, teasing ones he usually wears around you. It felt sincere and comforting, like he was silently assuring you that everything will be okay. His grey eyes captures you, the look in his gaze is intense and unwavering. The way he’s staring at you now makes it feel like you are the only thing in the room to him.

“Otra vez no. Not again.”

He grabs the barrel of your pistol and you thanked whatever gods there were that you still had the strength to stop yourself from firing your gun. But when you thought the man would help you move the gun off his person, he shocks you even further. With a slow push, he lowers your aim until the gun was positioned right over his chest where his heart beats.

This guy really wants to die!?

Leon shouts out before you, “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

The man looks over his shoulder slightly, he seems to ponder over Leon’s words and after a moment, he sighs with a somber nod.

“Puede que tengas razón. I must be.” He smiles sadly. “The most insane man on this whole island.”

Luis returns his attention to you, his expression relaxes ever so slightly at the sight of you despite the terrified, confused look upon your face.

“Escúchame,” he began, his voice low in an almost intimate whisper. “When I took the plaga out of my body, I did it out of a sense of duty. Not out of a desire for self-preservation. I’ve already led a pretty shitty life, you know? The world would be better off without me in it. Pero, I first wanted to correct my mistakes. Set things right. That way, uh, when I finally died, I’d have left doing some real good for once.”

His words were shaky and you come to the conclusion then that he was nervous. Yet amidst his evident anxiousness, Luis seemed like he was genuinely speaking from the chest for once with none of the dodgy, playful attitude he usually wears like a tattoo upon his skin. He was a completely different person before your eyes. Knowing this, knowing he is showing this side of himself to you, made each word out of his mouth weigh heavily on your heart.

“But then we met. Chained together by some sick twist of fate. And from that moment on, we’ve been stuck together, fighting alongside each other, protecting one another. Sure, I may have abused my charm to get you to accept my services and I’m fairly certain that you despise me now for being the cause of all of this suffering but….” he pauses, it was first time you’ve ever seen the man like this. As if his life depended on every word he was giving you and he needed to get it down right.

After another moment passes, Luis chuckles lowly like he just remembered a sad joke before catching your gaze again. “Being by your side, it felt like I was finally breathing for the first time in years. Breathing like a man who wants to live for something worthwhile. And it’s all because of you.”

Your eyes widen at his raw confession.

Luis continues, not waiting for you to respond, “You are the light that pulled me from the darkness. My light. Mi luz. And if it makes me crazy to want to stay with you to fight this virus when I’m just a trigger pull away from death, then so be it. I’m crazy. But I’m not leaving your side. No hay manera.”

No way. He’s being completely real right now and you swear your heart bursted out of your chest. Again, he doesn’t wait for you to speak.

“¿Comprende?”, he moves his free hand to your neck, not to wrap around your throat, rather to cradle your cheek in his palm. His touch felt warm and his eyes reflect his burning resolve. “I’m not going anywhere without you. So you have to fight. Fight against the darkness, mi luz. Fight, and let’s get out of here together.”

When he finished, you were crying. You don’t know when the tears started flowing but you know you must be quite a sight with the heavy wet streaks down your face. Luis didn’t seem to mind though, nothing but pure adoration on his dashing face.

“You are the worst, you know that?” you finally say after what seemed like an eternity, reigning in your sobs, deeply moved by Luis’ heartfelt declaration and faith in you. He laughs at your half-hearted snark. “For the record, I don’t despise you. Not even a little.”

Soft smiles and lingering looks exchange between you two. In his eyes, you saw deep longing and hopeful promises that needn’t be said aloud. You returned them with a silent nod, acknowledgment that his affection was not one-sided and the man graces you with that radiant smile you have grown to adore.

Luis really does have a beautiful smile.

It almost made you forget for a moment that the infection was taking over you.

Do it.

“Leon,” you croaked, straining to get your words out, but remained firm in your conviction. Your fellow agent meets your eyes and a mutually understanding was made. “Do it.”

Confusion furrows Luis’ brow and the sound of Leon cocking his gun made the man tense.

Poor little lamb.

“I’m sorry, Luis.”

“¡NO!”

Shot fired.

[timetravellingkitty]

moodboard for melting, you're a day daydream, a short story by @papenathys because I just couldn't resist it's such a beautiful story go read it!!!

[ilynpilled]

i respect you all i really do but to me personally f&b characters are all just glup shittos

[ride-thedragon]

I might have to go with the fanon race changes for these great houses × nettles concepts. These many white people aren't good for my spirit. I'm losing my zest for life when I go on Pinterest.

[istoleherheart-3008]

Ykk sometimes i start to get better and then BOOM! life says not today motherfucker

[starlight-len]

finally finished the piece to @rogue-of-broken-time 's septicart 2023!!

couldn't decide on what my favourite moment was so i drew the intro to his tiktok videos

[moon-kitkat134]

Someone on TikTok asked I draw a fanfusion of White and Sapphire and honestly my brain just *ran* with it

[aerithstrelitzia]

woe human!Homestar be upon ye