#LUIS SERRA IS MARRIED TO ME

[scooterlad]

guys please make me famous on the site tumblr dot com and if you're a resiednt evli fan plesase let's be friends I love you

[0039pf-third-blog-hooray]

cr: _.imaanoli._

that's how i imagine ashley leon and luis' post re4 friendship

"why them? how they react to my new nails every time:"

what they say:

"show!! c'mon show it!"

"show me again please"

"hold me... my heart!"

[beyondkion-blog]

Resident Evil Characters - A Summary

Note: This is entirely my own opinion and said with a heavy dose of humor

Please enjoy

Chris Redfield

OG

Started as a twunk

Became an angry gorilla man???

Alpha Male™️

Punches boulders

Wants you to marry his sister

Smoker

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife

Rude to wait staff

2/10 - Just a guy. Hit him with your car

-

Jill Valentine

Other OG

Arguably better main of RE1

Master of Unlocking

Bisexual Bob™️

Butch

Supercop

Once got mind-controlled into going blonde

Rocket Launcher babe

PTSD

Big Strap Energy

Giant anime gun

10/10

-

Albert Wesker

OG Baddy

Sunglasses

Thinks he’s cool

A little too into Chris

“What are we going to do this game, Albert?”

“What we do every game, Alex: try to take over the world”

Matrix jacket

Maybe a vampire?

Looks like my uncle (derogatory)

4/10

-

Barry Burton

Bear

A+ line delivery

Just happy to be a part of things

Wishes his daughter would talk to him

Comes through in a pinch

Got lost on his way to The Last of Us

Father figure

Not dead out of sheer dumb luck

8/10

-

Rebecca Chambers

Baby butch

Sees the best in everyone

Autism be damned, my girl can work a shotgun

Sporty

Mommy Domme/Babygirl switch vibes

Sweet coffee addict

Doing fine, thanks for asking

Awkward thumbs up

9/10

-

Billy Coen

Bad Boy™️

Never bothered to take off his handcuffs

Tattoos

Mullet???

Moral standards

Strong silent type

Whole situation could’ve been avoided by just talking about his issues but no

Queen fan

7/10

-

Leon S. Kennedy

If a golden retriever became a human and then got kicked every day of its life

Having a really bad first day

Into dominant women

Dumb 90s haircut

Uses comedy as a coping mechanism

Hair grows in direct correlation to his level of angst

“Hey demons, it’s me, ya boi”

Sexy

Dog lover

Certified Good Boy™️

Fucked up a perfectly good rookie is what you did. Look at it, it’s got depression

15/10

-

Claire Redfield

College student stuck in the zombie apocalypse

Soft butch

Humanitarian

Forced her brother to teach her how to knife fight

Really into motorcycles

Leather jacket

Rocket Launcher babe #2

Always has at least one adopted child with her

10/10 would ask to babysit

-

Ada Wong

Mommy. Sorry. Mommy- sorry. Mommy-

Grappling hook

Badass spy

Emotionally distant

Soft spot for cute cuddly things (Leon)

Femme fatale

Book lover

Chaotic neutral

Crossbow 😍

Could step on me and I’d say thank you

Rocket launcher babe #3

10/10

-

Sherry Birkin

Goosebumps protagonist

Worst parents ever tbh

Surprisingly good under pressure

Please someone get this girl some therapy

Supergirl

Smartest person here

One hell of a shot

The trauma is immeasurable

Somehow still doing fine

Loves her weird adopted family

8/10

-

Carlos Oliviera

Himbo

First POC main?

Went from three polygons and a white boy haircut in the original to actual gorgeous South American hunk in the remake

Lost his accent along the way for some reason

#1 Jill simp

If Dug from Up was a guy

Only trustworthy person in the whole series

Just wants to help

Gorgeous gorgeous hair

Loves strong women

Hakuna matata

Touch-starved

10/10 would peg

-

Steve Burnside

Twink

Who is this sassy lost child?

Hot Topic employee

Into Claire (she’s too old for you bud)

Choker

Thinks he’s edgy

Whiny

Daddy issues

1/10

-

Luis Serra Navaro

If Puss in Boots was a human

The Most Extra™️

Luscious flowing locks

Definitely into bondage

Used to work for Umbrella

Trying to make up for it

Don Quixote references

Bisexual

Good with his hands

Praying for a threesome with Leon and Ada

10/10

-

Ashley Graham

Basic white girl

Always getting kidnapped

Master of Unlocking #2

Razor flip phone

Ada Wong bisexual awakening (same)

Good with a wrecking ball

Makes Leon catch her every time she has to jump a ledge (also same)

Would like to go to Hot Topic, please

7/10

-

Sheva Alomar

Player 2

Second POC main

Bad AI

Too good for her game

Willing to go on a suicide mission with a guy she just met

Left handed

Deserves a better stylist

Only good part of RE5

Literally my girl got done so dirty just give her another chance please

10/5

-

Moira Burton

“It’s not a phase, dad!”

Probably gay

Weak arms

Skillz

Box dyed her hair at least once

Simple Plan playing in the background

Childhood trauma

7/10

-

Piers Nivans

Trying his best

Appreciates a good steak

Sick of Chris’ bullshit

Good with a rifle

Just a good man

German Shepherd boy

Self-sacrificing

8/10

-

Jake Muller

Wesker’s son

Daddy issues

Who invited Ronan Lynch here?

Quips for days

Bad boy

Loves the type of woman who can kick his ass

The Most Edgy™️

9/10

-

Ethan Winters

Husband of the year

Trusting

Surprisingly chill

The most basic white man in all of RE

Hands? What hands?

Functionally a lizard

Would still love you if you were a worm

Just casually knows how to craft bullets

Moldy

8/10

-

Mia Winters

Toxic girlfriend energy

Literally possessed

Dark sense of humor

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

Casually working for a bioterrorism organization

Does actually care about her family

Definitely doesn’t have a penicillin allergy

If you can’t be the girl of his dreams, you can at least be the feral swamp witch of his nightmares

2/10

-

Zoe Baker

Lesbian

Mold intolerance

Southern accent thicker than grandma’s gravy

Picked last on the playground

Somehow okay despite her brother being Like That

Joe’s favorite

Science skills

8/10

-

Lucas Baker

Jigsaw

Didn’t even need the mold

Probably got at least one true crime documentary made about him

Working for Mia’s bioterrorism organization

Left his classmate rotting in the attic

Just the worst

0/10

-

Alcina Dimetrescu

Mommy

Please step on me

Elizabeth Bathory vibes

Just fucking huge

Can turn into a dragon

Lesbian

9/10

-

Karl Heisenberg

Grimy

Tumblr Sexyman

When robotics majors get weird

Fights with his siblings

Doesn’t actually care at all about Miranda

In cahoots with the lycans

7/10

-

Rosemary Winters

Mommy and Daddy issues

YA protagonist

Badass

Childhood trauma

Into the Mold-verse

Alternate universe Sherry Birkin

8/10

[wisecrackingeric-2]

SORRY FOR THE AWFUL CROP BUT????????? OH MY GOD??????????????? LUIS SERRA NAVARRO MARRY ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW

“Bingo!! Haha! :D” “Dropped this! :D” “we’ve got a BIG one on our hands >:D” IM IN LOVE

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: Eyy you wanted part 2, so here’s part 2 of this fic where Leon actually confesses his feelings.

Mentions of Ethan Winters and Clair Redfield and Luis Serra.

still takes place when an out break did not happen.

Tonight.

Tonight was the night he was going to confess his feelings, he was just going to through caution to the wind and let you know how he truly felt. That was until he saw you dressing up.

“Hey…Y/n….what are you doing?”

Smoothing out your skirt you gave Leon a beaming smile. “I have another date with Ethan tonight and…Leon.”

“What?”

Sighing you turned to face your best friend, a slight scowl on your face. “Ethan’s not a bad guy.”

Leon didn’t mean to scoff, though judging by the look on your face it managed to slip past his lips. It’s not like he didn’t like that guy. Okay he couldn’t stand him, he didn’t like that he seemed to be so hung up about his ex. “You’re right…I’m just tired from today.” Letting out a forced laugh to drive point home.

About to reply, your phone chimed in a text messaged. “Oh that’s him…how do I look?”

Plastering a smile on his face he cleared out his throat. “Beautiful….like always Y/n.”

Feeling your cheeks grow warm you pushed down the confusing feelings you stood on your toes placing a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t wait up alright.”

Watching you rush out the door, a sigh slipped past his lips. “Have fun.”

+•+

“Christ Claire, you don’t have to scream so loud.”

Slouching on the couch Leon did his best to ignore his best friend ranting at him how he may have lost his chances. “Ya I know I could have…I gotta go Claire Y/n I calling me.”

Glancing at his watch, Leon frowned seeing the time.It wasn’t that far into the date for you to be calling. Answering the phone he was about to answer only for your sobs to come through.

“Leon…do…do you think you can come pick me up.”

Sitting up, Leon quickly pushed off the couch grabbing the keys to his bike as he rushed out the door. “Ya…just give me the address, on my way alright.”

+•+

If it was one thing that Leon hated, it was seeing you cry though through your muffled sobs he was able to figure out that Ethan got a message from his ex, that she wanted to work things out.

“I feel so stupid.”

Shaking his head, Leon brushed your tears away giving you a weak smile. “Your not stupid alright. Don’t go saying things like.”

Sniffling, you let out a light laugh shaking your head you reached out grabbing his hand. “You’re always so sweet Leon….and after tonight. I’m such an idiot.”You hated that it took a shitty date for you to finally realize your feelings for him.

“Y/n..you’re no-.”

“I…I love you…aha I love you and I can’t believe it took me this long to figure it out.”

Blinking a few times, Leon froze doing his best to take in what you said to him though it wasn’t long before a laugh escaped his lips. “Is that so…well that’s a weight off my shoulders because I love you too….now can I kiss you.Because I really want to kiss you.”

“Even when my make up is smudge? And I look like a mess?” You teased looking up at him.

Resting his head against yours he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’ll always want to kiss you Y/n…it doesn’t matter what you look like.” He muttered giving you a smile. “So can I?”

“You can.”

Feeling his lips against your own, you returned the kiss clutching his shirt in your fingers tightly. Though breaking the kiss you smiled up at me. “Oh this reminds me! You’re gonna be me date to my friends wedding right?.”

“The one that’s marrying Luis right…Y/n….you didn’t have to ask.” Leon smiled. “I’d be honored to be your date.”

Nearly letting out a squeal you grabbed his hand tugging him away. “You’re going to look so good in a suit.”

[leonsbunny]

♡ ⊹ ۫ ۪ ꒰͡₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ masterlist !! ♡ ͡꒱ ໑ৎ ﹒

( ♡ all readers are gender neutral unless specified || all fics are 'x reader' unless specified || ask to clarify/tag if anything's wrong ♡ )

♡ Leon S. Kennedy

( my beloved ) ♡

Oh, Pretty Boy ( angst w/ comfort )

Baby I'm Yours ♡ ( fluff for anon ♡ )

Let the Light In ( angst w/ comfort , mentions of alcoholism )

Kiss Me More !

Best Friend ( re2r!leon best friend au )

Like The Movies ( re2r!leon best friend au )

Pretty Boy

Older!Leon Kennedy headcanons ( retired?leon au ? up for interpretation )

Random re2r!Leon headcanons ( not really an 'x reader' , kind of angsty be warned )

Lollipops and Lodorform !!♡ ( Death Island! Leon x Medic!reader , mentions of injuries , light cussing , mutual pining ♡ )

Only The Ones Who Know ♡ ( vendettta!leon, mentions of wanting to commit suicide , near death experiences during the events of re4 , self-doubt , Leon is drunk , angst with comfort ♡ )

Can I Call You Tonight ? ♡ ( can be interpreted as any Leon )

Be My Baby !! ( milkshake date gone wrong 😱 , leon cries a bit because he's overwhelmed , ooc!?leon )

Kiss Kiss Fall In Love !! ( how he reacts to finding your lipstick stains on his things, can be interpreted as any leon ♡ )

Leon Kennedy's dumb flip phone ( written with older!leon in mind!! + just him 'n you and his stupid flip phone ♡ )

♡ Ethan Winters

( my dearest ) ♡

Behind Moon Shadow ♡

Rises The Moon

Sweet Talk ( requested by user : smilessssss ♡ )

Captain Spaulding's House of Horror ( drive-in horror movie date !! )

♡ Chris Redfield

( my sweetheart ) ♡

Shit For Brains ( angst w/ comfort )

Heart For Brains ( angst w/ comfort )

Red And The Wolf ( requested by user : maccaronimassacre ♡ )

No Alarms And No Surprises ( Please ) ♡ ( retired!married!au , angst w/ comfort , mentions of guns/minor injuries briefly )

♡ William Birkin

( my dear ) ♡

Lovefool ! ( requested by user : smilessssss ♡ )

♡ Jack Krauser

( my love ) ♡

Only You ( And You Alone )♡

♡ Luis Serra Navarro

( my honey bunny ) ♡

Somethin' Stupid ( office/coworker au! , mutual pining ♡ , mentions of smoking )

[thegreenwallrabbit-blog]

So non-cannon head cannon for a fic I have is this, anyone wants to use any of this in a story feel free.

1. Luis does not get killed by Saddler or Krauser, instead gets tortured, whipped and branded on his back with the  Los Iluminados cult symbol by Saddler for trying to escape the cult for “going agist his blood, and forgetting his family” ins Saddler eyes and for refusing to give information on Leon’s and Ashely’s location or giving Leons number as they broke Luis’ phone before realizing they could have sent the video of his torturer to us him as bait. 

2. Leon and Ashely find the video of this torture and branding along with the key to Luis’s lab he was brining them to help them with their parasites on Krauser’s body. They end up finding Luis locked in his lab where he was unconscious and shirtless laying on the floor were he’d passed out from being whipped, beaten and branding and they patch him up. 

3. Luis Serra’s father was Saddlers Brother and while not married to Luis mother refused to disclose to his brother who the mother and his child was, as he was opposed to the cult and was ultimately killed by Saddler before Luis was born. But Luis mother managed to tell her father(Luis grandfather) of her child’s father and why despite both of them being strong Catholics they decided despite it being a sin to having the child be born out of wed loc it was  for their son’s own safety that no one know who his father was. Apparently the Saddler males have some genetic resistance to the Las Plagas parasitic effects which is how Saddler became the cult leader and how Luis had enough control to get his own parasite removed. As Saddler has no Children but wants to have his families blood continue he wanted Luis to join the cult but after he disappeared when his maternal grandfather was killed it took a while to track him down. When they did they kidnapped him rather then recruited him because I can’t see him being that trusting of companies after he left Umbrella once he found out what they did and it explain why he disliked what they did so much.

4. Luis ends up escaping with Leon and Ashely and gets a pardon and US visa once its revealed that all of his work for  Los Iluminados  was done as a prisoner under torture and duress, that he helped remove the parasite from Leon and Ashley  and he is very willing to join the BSAA, ROS or some other anti-bio terreor organization as a R and D scientist to hunt done Umbrella,  Los Iluminados  and others who use B.O.W’s . Ashely was very vocal and instrumental in helping get him pardoned as in her words “he saved both me and Leon from being mind controlled puppets” . 

[bitbugbites-re]

𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 23 | 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

there's not gonna be a spot in heaven for me after this LMAO

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 1𝔰𝔱

Damsel // ~8.6k words // NSFW, FLUFF

Carlos Oliveira x reader

As summer comes to an end, you’re desperate to get some pool time in while you still can. However, since it’s now October, you’re pretty much out of luck. Luckily for you, there’s an indoor pool at the Y. Not to mention, it comes along with a cute pool boy!

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, FLUFF // drowning // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 2𝔫𝔡

The Play That Went Wrong // ~6k words // NSFW, SOME FLUFF

Leon Kennedy x reader

Ramón Salazar was a cruel royal with a love for extravagance and was always looking for new ways to stay entertained. Unfortunately for you and your partner Leon, walking into his castle landed the both of you to star as lead roles in his game of “dollhouse.”

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, (some) FLUFF // roleplay, titfuck, fake relationship, semi-public sex, unprotected sex // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 3𝔯𝔡

Second Chance Scenario Masterlist // 6 chars. // NSFW, ANGST, (eventual) FLUFF

characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy, Luis Serra, Piers Nivans

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, ANGST, (eventual) FLUFF // hate sex, second chance, jealousy, etc. depends on character // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 4𝔱𝔥

Lap Pillow Headcanons // 5 chars. // FLUFF, slight NSFW

characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF, (slight) NSFW // lap pillow // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 5𝔱𝔥

Three Shots // ~3.5k // NSFW, some FLUFF

Leon Kennedy x reader

3 shots was all it took for you to get tipsy enough to drag Leon, your coworker, from a run-down bar to a bustling club. 3 shots, that was all it took, to kick-start the night that had you on top of the man you trusted your life with.

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, (some) FLUFF // collaring, sweat, embracing, ref. to re4r as a mission, car sex, drinking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 6𝔱𝔥

First Kiss Headcanons // 3 chars. // FLUFF

characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF // first kiss // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 7𝔱𝔥

Virginity Headcanons // 5 chars. // NSFW, FLUFF

characters: Albert Wesker, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // NSFW, FLUFF // virginity, foreplay // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 8𝔱𝔥

Mutual // word total wip // DARK, NSFW, (slight) ANGST

Leon Kennedy x reader

You’ve got a staring problem. Or, to be more specific – you have a staring-through-windows problem. Luckily for you though, it seems that the one you’ve set your sights on has a similar issue as well.

cw: DARK, NSFW, (slight) ANGST // stalking, dubcon, breeding, violence, almost yandere-like behavior(?), unprotected sex, etc.(?) // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 9𝔱𝔥

Mine // ~2.1k words // NSFW, FLUFF

Leon Kennedy x reader

Your husband, Leon, seems to love being a new father. He also seems to love the new territories that come along with it -- such as trying the milk you produce.

cw: fem! reader // NSFW, FLUFF // dilf! leon, married life, lactation kink, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, you and leon have a baby // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 10𝔱𝔥

Praise Headcanons // 3 chars. // FLUFF

characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

cw: gn! reader // FLUFF // praise, love languages, nicknames/pet names // ktober

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 11𝔱𝔥

Bloodsucker // ~1.6k words // NSFW

Leon Kennedy x reader

First dates are exciting, and oftentimes, in more ways than one. Especially so, when they lead to sex in an empty movie theater -- one playing a horror movie, at that.

cw: NSFW // re4r leon!, movie theater sex, sensory deprivation, biting, fingering, both of you are a switch! fighting for dominance // ktober

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

[jessy-the-martian-girl]

Untitled x-over drabble

Idk how this got into my head and got out in about two hours or so as a somewhat proper story (actually I was translating my Ice Skating story - even almost half-way through already). I'm still a bit shocked how fast this was born (considering the fact that I skipped "translating" part of writing and went straight for writing in English), but I honestly like it. Anyways...

This is a short story (prequel type, I guess, as I'm definitely planning on writing more in this setting in the future) on that wild crossover of Original RE4, Remake and a tint of Dino Crisis (no dinos here yet, though).

It's 693 words, and it starts in my old AU of RE4 OG, about six years after Luis survived his first encounter with Saddler in Leon's presence (well, almost: Leon was a bit late to the party, so Jess had to start saving Luis on her own), got out of the Island in one piece, got a girlfriend. Her name's Jessy Jones btw (I told you, I'm absolutely unoriginal with names) and at the moment of this story she and Luis are already married.

Warnings? Idk, mentions of death? Oh, and it's canon x OC type of story.

And - no worries, Luis will survive by any means necessary.

@fanficanatic-tw, I remember, you asked to be tagged if I get anything new))

Luis was mentally preparing to die. This time it was inevitable, unfortunately. All the odds were not in his favor – and even if he somehow could break free, his injured leg has made escape next to impossible. The cold from the floor and the pillar he was tied to was slowly creeping into his body, making him shiver. Luis closed his eyes, silently sending his last farewells to friends and family, but was abruptly brought back to reality by a sharp tug on the ropes that were holding him in place and an all too familiar voice of his wife, thickly laced with horror and despair, calling his name. - Jessy, - he gasped, realizing that she was really kneeling next to him and trying to set him free. - Por favor, no... Go, leave me. - I'm not going anywhere without you, - she retorted angrily, biting her lips to blood and frantically trying to untie her husband from the center column of this room, filled with equipment of unclear purpose. Luis desperately longed to know how could she possibly find him here, why she was here alone... But time was of an essence and the last thing he wanted was for his beloved to perish with him. He couldn't even tell her who was behind this as all he had was suspicions and a record with distorted voice, that had enlightened him on his fate in a mocking tone when he came to, already tied up. - This place is rigged to explode, - the Spaniard whispered. - And there's not much time left. The brunette just growled under her breath and doubled her efforts, regretting that she didn't get a habit of carrying a knife with her. - Think of our daughter, - Serra once again tried to call to reason. - Mel's only five and she needs at least one of her parents by her side. - But... Luis... - Jessica stopped and looked at him with teary eyes, rising her hand to caress his cheek. - I can't leave you. - I know, - he smiled weakly, too aware of the clock ticking away precious moments. - It's about hard choices. But, please... His wife sobbed and leaned into one desperate kiss, realizing all too well that this was their last goodbye. She knew that he was right and their little Melinda needed at least her mom. - Te quiero, Luis, - young woman whispered, reluctantly pulling away and getting to her feet. - Te quiero, Jessy, - he smiled at her and watched as she turned around and ran out of the doorway, sobbing and never looking back. He only hoped and prayed that she would get out in time and safely find her way home to their little hazel-eyed treasure. Time slowed down again, the wait of death becoming almost painful, but then a distant “click”, that seemed too loud in the silence of the facility, set the things into motion. The floor underneath him started trembling, the following heatwave washed over Serra's body, his ears were stricken with a loud “boom” and he flinched, awaiting the blast getting to him and the following pain before imminent death... Yet nothing happened, and he was deafened by the sudden silence... Sensation of short flight came next, sending Luis into air. He didn't have enough time to muse on where did his ropes disappear as he was blinded by the bright flash of light. Shortly after his back collided with something hard, eliciting a quiet moan from his throat, as he fell to the unexpectedly soft ground merely managing to turn his head sideways for not breaking his nose in addition to all the injuries he had already sustained. - How am I still alive? - the Spaniard quietly muttered to himself, as soon as he blinked away the involuntary tears of pain and was able to take into his surroundings. - ¿Y dónde demonios estoy?* Luis found himself alone and hurt in the middle of an unfamiliar forest with no signs of human life nearby and he had absolutely no idea of what to do now.

*"And where the hell I am?"

[blankfairy]

thank you sm for the tag @thenn!! this was really fun!

1. How many works do you have on ao3 (or masterlist)? twelve total published!! but a hell of a lot more rotting in my google drive and three-ring binders haha

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 23,456 including my fics from my nsfw account. (i can't believe it's all sequential??)

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently, resident evil and house of the dragon. in the past i've written for overwatch, fortnite, and warrior cats. i'd love to do some silent hill stuff, too!

4. Top five fics by kudos in his nature (nsfw) — 265 kudos afterglow (nsfw) — 212 kudos thunderclan's smallest warrior — 74 kudos a taste of home — 47 kudos i'd be lying if i said i wasn't wishing for an untimely death or demise — 45 kudos two of these are warrior cats fics from YEARS ago too :sob:

5. Do you respond to comments? ofc!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? all my fics are one-shots,, but.... published... this is how a girl becomes holy? and then my two wip longfics, folie a deux and all things devour are bound to have unhappy endings.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? afterglow probably?? just because it's just two dudes having fun. being silly. i generally quite enjoy angst, so...

8. Do you get hate on fics? luckily not! but i don't post a lot, either. i did get banned from a discord roleplay server once because of a fic i wrote tho lol

9. Do you write smut? yup!! i have an ao3 account specifically for it.

10. Craziest crossover? house of the dragon and resident evil, maybe? it's not 'legally' a crossover but i'm just asoiaf-ifying the umbrella corporation and the weskers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? no, but i did have someone steal some ocs back on quotev, years ago.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? naur ...

14. All time favorite ship? canon/canon or oc/canon? let's see,, c/c, serrenedy (leon s. kennedy x luis serra). i mean, with a ship name like that, who can resist? i'd say willsker (william birkin x albert wesker) but. um. i've got other uses for william birkin. i also love weskennedy (albert wesker x leon s. kennedy) for. other reasons. oc/canon, i'm definitely biased but finn x will LMAOO not that they're good together or all that compatible but they're both awful and should never date anyone ever except for each other. exception being that time finn married larys strong in asoiaf and they were also perfectly awful for each other.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? not saying, crossing my fingers, doubting its completion will only bring that to fruition!!

16. What are your writing strengths? my partner tells me he likes my dialogue and that it feels realistic, and i like to think that i'm good with descriptions, setting scenes, etc. there's a particular action scene in my resident evil longfic that i'm very proud of, and lots of visceral descriptions of gore that i think are done really well!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i'm not sure,, i definitely procrastinate a lot, and i'm really bad at taking criticism. trying to do better but i'm just so sensitive akjbsdkjbfksdj

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? i mean, sure!! i'm a little iffy sometimes because translators can be whacky, but i'll either around, check reddit, etc. little phrases i don't mind. usually i just put the phrase in italics and mention them saying it in said language.

19. First fandom you wrote in? it was either warrior cats or supernatural! i think it was maybe even a supernatural/elder scrolls crossover? i remember toiling away in my digital art class, writing in the tiniest text i could because i was embarrassed haha

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? of the ones published? woof. um. i honestly have no idea. that's like picking a favorite child lol.

tagging: anyone who wants to do it!! i get embarrassed tagging people :sob: i don't want to be annoying

[blue-eyed-giant]

in return i want to give you resident evil for the whole 001 section for the ask game as well please feel free to ignore anything you dont want to do

fandom asks!!

omg the entire thing sjfnskxmskd thank you!! just like you i don't know the entire franchise (i will indulge myself fully once i am finished with my exams) so this is for re2, re4 and a vague understanding of re3, re7 and re8 (i know, what the hell is this order). the questions are under the cut this got long skcksk

favourite character: with his 27 minutes total screentime and charming personality luis serra navarro takes the cake

least favourite character: FUCK JACK BAKER bro i know canonically he is a victim and all but HE IS SO SCARY OMG PLZ mr x doesn't even compare and i just watched re7 while i directly played re2r

character i find most attractive: i started the whole thing bc i saw leon and luis's chained together scene and i played through the first run of re2r bc i wanted more leon. i think it's clear.

character i would marry: forget leon/jill I AM continuing the redfield bloodline. it doesn't matter which sibling.

character i would be best friends with: jill valentine so far looks like she is like some of my friends i think we would be good

a random thought: ada's dress in re2. why does she wear a bra that doesn't fit the dress. why is she wearing stilettos and a cocktail dress as fbi in the zombie apocalypse. why is she wearing sunglasses at night.

an unpopular opinion: very sorry to ada lovers but i find her a bit too plain she is always frigid so i can't bring myself to feel anything towards her be it love or hate

my non-canon otp: the gang and therapy sessions

most badass character: re4 merchant is peak businessman. quality goods. accessible. not picky about his shop location. killer outfit. amicable personality. best accent ever. the drama when he opens his jacket 👌

most epic villain: lady dimitrescu showed up, slayed cunt for 1/4 of the game, ate men, grew into a dragon-esque thing and left. also she is confirmed to be a lesbian you just don't get a better villain.

favourite friendship: ashley and leon. i don't like to think them as a couple (20-27 is a bit icky to me especially when we consider sherry the daughter figure to be only 2 years younger than ashley) but especially in the remake they made a great duo

character i most identify with: ashley graham. girl in her late teens, scaredy little mouse cat who is more than she seems and i too would try to flirt with leon at any given chance. plus i really felt it when she said THIS SUCKS in her solo session lol

character i wish i could be: claire redfield. she is very badass (not as much as the merchant tho), she is real smart and she is strong and brave enough to survive racoon city at 19 with no preparation and a slow af revolver. also i want her jacket

[omgmykpopfictionsandstuff]

Love takes time

Pourquoi BoA avait eu cette idée stupide ? Pourquoi pour la promotion de leurs émission elle avait accepter de se mettre en danger comme ça ? Bordel elle avait deux petits garçons à la maison, en plus elle était enceinte... bon cette dernière raison BoA l'avait remarquer et avait calmer le jeu sur la danse. Ils commençaient sur un truc ultra sexy mais elle laissait ça a Jackson et Lily qui ouvraient le bal, elle rentrait avec Yoongi et Namjoon. Elle n'était pas nulle, elle savait danser c'était un fait assez étonnant. Là on lui demandait des pas simples que Yoongi effectuait avec hésitation,  et Namjoon était encore plus hésitant... vint un moment ou Malia glissa et s'étala de tout son long, créant chez tout le monde un énorme mouvement de panique, mais le pire c'était Leeteuk. Son cœur venait de s'arrêter en voyant la femme de sa vie s'étaler. Il fonça au près d'elle et s'agenouilla à côté d'elle.

« ça va ? » demanda-t-il

« Ouais... » Malia se redressa « Bon... » Elle rit en regardant BoA « Tu veux bien que je ferme ? » demanda-t-elle

« Ouais.... » fit BoA inquiète « Tu devrais aller à l'hôpital. »

« Chérie, j'ai fais des plus grosses chûtes quand j'étais enceinte de mon fils aîné. » dit Malia en se relevant « J'ai juste glissé et me suis retrouvé au sol. » dit Malia en s'étirant

« BoA Sunbae a raison Malia. » dit Namjoon

« Calmez vous. » soupira Lily. « Elle n'ira pas si elle n'a pas envie » soupira la française

Malia soupira et tapota l'épaule de Leeteuk qui la regarda avec ce regard inquiet. Oh elle savait ce qu'il pensait.

« Jungsu... » soupira Malia « Je sais ce que je fais. »

« Ce ne serait pas ... » Leeteuk la regardait inquiet

« Aigoo chéri, tu as toujours cet épisode en tête... » marmonna Malia en le regardant

« On aurait du être cinq... » soupira Leeteuk

« Oh bébé... » soupira Malia en venant le prendre dans ses bras. « Ehhh on va être cinq » soupira Malia

« Attend... l'homme mystère c'est Leeteuk ? » s'étonna BoA

« Euh oh ... oui. » Malia rit amusé « On est ensemble depuis... 10 ans ? » fit Malia en riant

« Et ça ne vous est pas arrivé de penser à rendre ça publique ? » demanda Namjoon

« No way. » fit Malia en secouant la tête « I'm not risking his carreer. » fit Malia en fixant Namjoon « Would you risk it ? »

« I would. » dit Jackson « I would risk anything for the women I love »

« Yeah but Jackson, did you hide 10 years ? » demanda Malia

« No.. » Jackson regardait Lily

« I did. » dit Malia « And I hid it for the right reasons. » dit-elle en soupirant « For gods sake. I want my sons to tell the world how awesome their dad is, but they know they can't tell anyone. »

« Why ? » fit Namjoon

« Have you seen how SM treated Sungmin ? » demanda Malia « I'm not having him go trough this on my behalf. » fit Malia

« Girl... why not try it ? If Sm sees how you guys could be bankable... They'll agree » dit Jackson

« Boy it ain't JYP. » fit Malia « As much as i... oh shoot. Faust imma kill ya. » dit Malia en attrapant deux garçons au vol « Heeyyyy lovely boys !!! »

« Mooooommmmmyyy » fit le plus âgé « Uncle Faust told us you would dance with appa c'est vrai ? You will dance with Appa ? Dis nous ouiiii ? »

« Tu vas vraiment dance with Appa ? » demanda le plus petit

« Maman doit encore décider mes chéris... » soupira Malia « Faaaaaauuuuuust. »

Faust arriva les mains dans les poches et sourit amusé, il salua Yoongi et Namjoon puis regardait Leeteuk qui souriait. Il avait toujours voulut emmener ses fils sur le plateau.

« Et si on essayait ? » demanda Leeteuk

« Jungsu...... » marmonna Malia

« On essaie. » dit Leeteuk en soulevant son plus petit garçons « Et si papa vous montrait comment ça fonctionne ? »

« Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ! » s'écrièrent les deux garçons. 

« Doucement. » fit Malia en regardant les deux garçons attraper leur père

« Mais mommy ! » fit l'aîné

« Doucement avec papa sinon vous ne viendrez plus. » fit Malia

« yes mom... » marmonnèrent les deux

Et Leeteuk s'en alla tout sourire avec ses deux fils. Malia regarda Lily, puis BoA, Namjoon et Faust avant de soupirer

« All right I'll give it a try. » soupira Malia « Mais si ça se répercute sur mon mari je vous tiendrais responsable. » fit Malia

« Je pensais que vous étiez pas marier ? » dit Lily en riant

« On ne l'est pas, mais c'est le mien. » fit Malia.

« Oohh you're possessif ? » s'étonna Namjoon

« If a women comes to close too what's mine, imma tear her appart. » fit Malia en s'étirant « J'ai faim. »

« Pregnant cravings ? » fit Lily

« Oh non, j'ai juste faim. » fit Malia « Je n'ai des envies bizarres que quand Jungsu est avec moi »

« Too much information » fit Jackson en riant

« Too less » fit BoA « Geeeenre ? »

« La dernière fois, quand j'étais enceinte de mon dernier... j'avais envie que Jungsu allume une bougie au sental et qu'il me chante une chanson. » fit Malia

« Je connais... » fit Lily « mais moi... j'étais toute seule »

« SCOOP LES GENS !!! » hurla Heechul en arrivant vers eux

« Oh qu'est-ce que c'est ? » firent-ils en rejoignant Heechul

« On a notre premier couple LGBT qui a fait son coming out ! » fit Heechul

« T'es pas dedans ? » dit BoA moqueuse

« Oh ta gueule. » soupira Heechul « L'homme parfait je l'attend encore. Enfin non ! » fit Heechul « Sana et Asuka ! » dit-il « Sana a admit qu'elle aimait les filles et qu'elle était en couple avec une femme depuis le collège. Cette femme s'est dévoilé être Asuka Amano. »

« Ah c'est pas un scoop ça. » fit Lily « Asuka nous l'avait déjà dit. »

« Mais c'est pas tout ! » fit Heechul « Suivant ça, JYP a demander a Asuka et Sana si elles voulaient un Duo. Elles auront leur Album ensemble. »

« Autre chose ? » fit Malia

« Et c'est pas le seul couple LGBT... » soupira Heechul « Mais ça c'est plus controversé. »

« Oh misère... » Lily serra les mains

« Elrick Levine a été vu entrain de rouler une pelle dans le club de Seungri, à Chen. » fit Heechul.

« Oh bordel... » Malia secoua la tête « Je vais le tuer. »

« Tu connais Elrick ? » demanda Heechul

« Malheureusement pour lui oui. » fit Faust. « Malia calm down. »

« That man may be ruining a brillant boy's carreer... » marmonna Malia

« On répète ?! » fit Hani innocemment

« Dis moi Hani... t'es gay ? » demanda Lily

« Bisexuelle ! » fit Hani en souriant « Pourquoi ? »

« Je vais te présenter quelqu'un. » fit Lily doucement « Allez assez ruminer, on va répété. » fit Lily doucement « Jackson ? »

« Yes chérie ? » fit Jackson en se tournant vers elle

« On reprend. » dit-elle doucement

« Yup ! »

Malia soupira longuement en regardant Heechul, puis alla s'asseoir et attendit le retour de ses hommes. Leeteuk soupira longuement et demanda a Heechul de prendre une photo d'eux quatre avant de poster un long message sur Instagram. Il expliquait longuement la relation, les raisons qui l'avait pousser a cacher sa famille et très vite les fans commentaient, puis Lucifer commenta en disant qu'il avait jamais rêver meilleur beau-frère, Samael commentait en disant qu'il était un père formidable, Faust qui commentait que Leeteuk était comme un frère. Et vint Malia. Elle posta une photo... le 10 year challenge. La première photo était une photo timide d'une Malia très maquillé, les cheveux teint en mauve sombre dans les bras d'un Leeteuk un peu hésitant mais souriant et la deuxième était celle d'une Malia souriante dans les bras d'un Leeteuk plus souriant. Elle avait commenter en usant des paroles d'une chanson 'Time stands still, beauty in all she is, I will be brave, I will not let anything take away, what's standing in front of me. Dix ans a te regarder de loin, dix ans a garder notre amour derrière des rideaux. Aujourd'hui je n'ai plus a cacher l'homme merveilleux qui comble ma vie. A ce père formidable qui malgré des restreintes à toujours été présents pour ses fils. Hey...  Would you marry me? Naui modeun nareul hamgge haejullae?'

Leeteuk regardait le post instagram puis sa femme et écarquilla les yeux.

« Tu...tu acceptes ? » demanda Leeteuk

Puis Malia, qui avait refuser des années auparavant, arbora la bague que Leeteuk lui avait alors proposer. Leeteuk répondit au post instagram par un simple 'I do' qui fut suivit de la photo de la photo de sa bague. Les Fans de Super Junior acceptèrent étrangement plus facilement cette relation là. Quand le lendemain le couple débarqua sur le plateau en tant que couple, toute l'équipe les applaudit. Malia soupira amusé quand BoA lui expliquait ce qu'ils avaient prévus pour le premier live de l'émission. Malia danserait avec son fiancé et père de ses garçons. Boa se gardait Jongin et Taemin, Hani remplirait la Rap-Line, Jackson devrait partager deux secondes Lily avec Heechul et Malia cloturerait en arrivant au bras de Leeteuk.

[konigindernachtsblog]

Oswald Montgomery était un homme qui n’avait pas été épargné par la vie. Ce n’était pas un secret et son apparence physique le rappelait assez aisément. Déjà, pour les gens les plus éloignés, parce qu’il semblait plus âgé et atteint par le temps que d’autres hommes de sa génération, mais aussi, pour quelques rares intimes, son dos couvert de vieilles brûlures, vestige d’une enfance difficile et d’un père que l’on pourrait qualifier sans peine de violent. Cela n’avait pas été pour autant un obstacle pour la jeune femme qu’il avait épousé, Claudia Silverstein. Pourtant, ils étaient bien opposés. La jeune succube, elle, avait toujours été dorlotée par ses parents et sa grande fratrie, elle n’avait connue ni la misère, puisqu’elle vivait dans un manoir, ni quelconque douleur psychologique véritablement handicapante.

La douceur toute particulière de la désormais Mrs. Montgomery aidait un peu à guérir le business man de ses plaies, mais ce dernier tendait tout de même à rester actif en permanence pour ne pas laisser son esprit entrer en conflit avec ces dernières. Jusqu’à présent, Claudia n’avait été confrontée qu’aux réticences d’Oswald quand elle posait ses mains sur son dos sans penser au sursaut qu’elle pouvait provoquer. Parfois, cela lui sortait de la tête. Parce qu’elle l’aimait, avec ses blessures qui faisaient partie de lui et elle avait appris à les aimer aussi, à vivre avec.

Claudia et Oswald s’étaient mariés il y a peu et pour cette occasion, Adrian, le père de Claudia, qui avait engagé Oswald après son éviction du business de son père, lui avait accordé un congé, pour profiter un peu, s’installer correctement avec sa femme, goûter à la véritable vie à deux. Ils s’étaient installés dans un beau manoir de style anglais, pas trop loin de celui des Silverstein, puisque le nécromancien savait combien la famille était importante pour Claudia. Les premiers jours, encore dans l’euphorie de la cérémonie, tout semblait aller pour le mieux. Mais en début de soirée, la succube ouvrit la porte du bureau de son mari, sans toquer ni s’annoncer.

L’homme de sa vie était bien là, mais elle le voyait tourner comme un lion en cage. Il semblait nerveux, prenait sa tête entre ses mains. A vrai dire, il semblait presque paniqué, mais il ne disait rien, c’était sûrement le silence le plus malheureux qu’avait pu vivre la démone. Oswald n’avait pas encore remarqué son épouse dans le cadre de la porte, mais quand il sembla à cette dernière que les yeux de son mari s’humidifiaient, elle le rejoint vite et se posta en face de lui pour poser ses mains sur les siennes, alors qu’il passait ses mains sur son visage, pour les lui prendre doucement.

« Oswald, souffla-t-elle doucement. Oswald… Look at me… »

Le nécromancien eut un sursaut en sentant les mains de Claudia et en entendant sa voix alors qu’il ne l’avait pas entendu arriver. Il eut le réflexe de se reculer très légèrement et de prendre les mains de sa femme pour les abaisser. Oswald baissa les yeux. A vrai dire, il avait honte qu’elle ait pu le voir dans cet état. Au début, il avait été tenté de faire comme si de rien n’était. Mais la succube l’avait vu, il le savait, il le sentait. Il semblait qu’il avait échoué. Le nécromancien avait toujours fait en sorte d’être fort pour elle et à cet instant, il lui semblait que le regard de Claudia ne serait plus le même pour lui. Elle, avait mal au cœur de voir son mari atteint à ce point, il souffrait silencieusement, il ne lui en avait jamais véritablement parlé. Maintenant elle voyait la gêne dans ses yeux, la crainte de l’échec. Mais il gardait ses mains dans les siennes tout de même. Claudia s’approcha alors un peu, pour combler l’espace qu’il avait installé en sursautant et s’étira un peu pour venir déposer un baiser sur ses lèvres, tendre et doux. Elle fit doucement lâcher Oswald pour l’étreindre quelques instants.

« You don’t have to be ashamed, Oswald, reprit-elle d’une voix douce.

- But you saw me, Claudia, dit-il triste et toujours honteux.

- And it doesn’t matter ! s’exclama la succube. I love you, poursuivit Claudia en relevant doucement le visage du nécromancien pour chercher son regard. And when I say that I love you, I mean everything you are. Even your wounds… »

A ces mots, Oswald serra Claudia plus fort contre lui. Il ne les connaissait que prononcés par la voix de sa femme et à chaque fois, cela lui faisait quelque chose. Mais dès lors qu’il avait goûté à la douceur de la succube, quelque chose en lui avait changé. Il lui semblait qu’il était plus apaisé. Elle lui avait fait profiter de sa tendresse de façon désintéressée. Naturellement, alors qu’ils s’apprivoisaient à peine, qu’ils ne posaient pas de mots sur le lien qui se tissait entre eux, Claudia l’enlaçait, l’embrassait, pouvait passer de longs instants à le garder contre son sein et à caresser ses cheveux. Ce n’était qu’un soir par mois mais le jeune homme avait pu se rendre compte tout seul que ces rares soirs, il n’était pas victime des mêmes cauchemars, des mêmes angoisses, que le reste du temps. Jamais il n’avait vu de pitié ou de jugement dans ses yeux, seulement de la douceur et un amour naissant qui était à présent plus fort que jamais.

« My job is to make you happy, not to worry you, reprit Oswald.

- And I have the same, Liebling. I must support you, be sure you will be happy by my side and it implies to help you to heal your wounds. »

La succube laissa un silence s’installer et le nécromancien ne vint pas le briser. Elle glissa tendrement sa main dans ses cheveux noirs en plongeant son regard dans le siens, avant de lui voler un nouveau baiser. Elle voulait qu’il se détende sous ses caresses, qu’il oublie ce qui le troublait l’instant d’avant, qu’il sache qu’il n’était pas seul face à ses faiblesses.

« I married a business man, souffla-t-elle doucement. I knew what I was doing. I knew you wouldn’t be without scars or painless. But you’re a good man Oswald and according to me, you deserve all the love I could give to someone. That’s all you are inspiring me : love and tenderness. So, let me help you. Let me fight your nightmares with you, let me assist you every time you need me to. Because I am your wife and I know that I was made for this. 

- Alright love, finit-il par se résoudre. Alright… »

Claudia esquissa un léger sourire et laissa alors Oswald loger son visage dans son cou, sentant toujours ses bras autours de sa taille, la plaquant contre lui. Elle continuait ses caresses, restant silencieuse, parce qu’il y avait des douleurs pour lesquelles les mots étaient superflues et celles d’Oswald étaient de celles-là. Tout ce dont il pouvait avoir besoin, c’était de l’avoir avec lui, de s’occuper d’elle pour ne pas avoir à penser au reste.

[wisecrackingeric-2]

Summary:

Set ten years after the events of Resident Evil 4; Luis, Leon and Chris have been in a long-term relationship and finally decided to have a Son.

Only Luis finds out that being a Father reminds him of his a Grandfather more than he was expecting.

So one night when their Son wakes up crying, Luis decides to take it upon himself to comfort both himself his baby.

Absolute gut-wrenching Fluff ensues.

((While this Fic is supposed to be read as apart of my ��Luis Serra Lives’ AU, it can be read as a stand-alone too! It can also be easily read as just a Leon/Luis Fic as Chris doesn’t make an in-person appearance))

A/N: Repost cuz I didint realise until now that I actually haven’t posted the fic itself onto Tumblr!!!! If y’all could check it out on AO3 too that would mean the world,, this work is very sentimental to me and yes I did almost cry writing it what of it

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Luis wasn’t usually a light sleeper.

At least, he didn’t think he was. Not until he had his own child, that is.

Most nights nowadays were spent sandwiched against Leon or Chris- Whoever was home at the time- With his back facing their chests, and their arms draped protectively over his shoulders. Usually accompanied by one or the others’ legs being entangled between Luis’, too.

The two of them usually came home late, and if Luis wasn’t awake, they’d slip under the covers with him wordlessly- Knowing that they’d probably be forced to wake up earlier than their boyfriend in the morning, anyways.

But Luis didn’t mind. He never minded; Putting up with their grouchy, sleep-deprived attitudes and their constant old-married-couple back and forth banter was more than reasonable for him. Especially after everything.

August 2004 felt like a lifetime ago now. So much had changed and so many years passed that it was impossible for Luis to look back and feel any connection towards the man he once was.

He remembered- extremely vividly- lying on that cold, hard concrete and practically begging for Leon to tell him he was a good person during what he was convinced were his final moments. His mouth was full of blood and he could hardly keep a cigarette between his lips, let alone light it.

He’d asked Leon, in an act of desperation, ‘What do you think, Leon? People can change, right?’

It was a desperate plea for forgiveness. He wanted to change so badly yet he always still retraced those same habits that got him in that position in the first place. He thought back to his Grandfather in his ‘dying’ moments; And he wondered if he’d be ashamed or proud.

But Leon had saved him regardless. In every way a person could be saved. Not only did he literally shove some kind of miscellaneous herb into his mouth and pick him up to drape his bloody body over his shoulders- But once they’d arrived back in the USA, Leon did everything in his power to make sure Luis didn’t slip into that self-deprecating cycle of guilt and self-pity he seemed to be oh-so familiar with.

Leon proved to Luis that people could change. And not only that, but people were deserving of love regardless of what they have done.

Luis loved Leon in a way that was so undeniably human and raw and vulnerable it almost hurt at times.

The pair of them couldn’t keep their eyes- or hands- off of each other.

Then Luis was introduced to Chris Redfield; Big, friendly, puppydog-like Chris Redfield who so painfully obviously had the biggest crush on Leon it made Luis feel like he was going insane. The two of them would stammer and blush and shift their weight awkwardly every single time they were alone; And, hell, Luis would be lying if he said he didn’t find the guy attractive as all hell. So they approached him about the possibility of Polyamory;

And here they all were, ten years later, so ingrained and fixed in each other's lives that they practically couldn’t be seen apart from one another. Their day-to-day was so domestic- so routine- And Luis wouldn’t have had it any other way.

If you had asked him ten years ago where he thought he’d be in life, his answer would probably be dead.

Past-Luis probably couldn’t have even fathomed being so unabashedly loved, so unashamedly domestic and genuinely happy.

Was he always happy? No, far from it, in fact. There were plenty of nights where he still felt the ghost of Krauser's knife holed in his spine, or the squirming Plagas inside of his chest like a ghost limb. Sometimes his face still grew hot from the memories of his Grandfather burning alive in his childhood home. He found it hard to fall asleep by himself sometimes- So Leon and Chris would always make an effort to comfort him. One of them would be pressed up against his back, and the other laying across his chest. Reminding him with their physical bodies that he was Ok.

Tonight was exactly one of those nights; Luis had been tossing and turning in his sleep relentlessly since he got home and shed himself of his usual Lab coat. Although the agreement with the US government was that he’d tag along with Leon on missions, he found himself working in the Labs with Rebecca more often than not- And of course, that eventually turned into a full-time job after Leon had finally retired.

Still, though, Luis came home later than expected. And the days stress weighing down on him seemed to trigger some deep-seeded memories from his childhood that he’d rather not forget.

That seemed to usually be his brain's go-to trauma response, at least; ‘Flash some memories of your Grandfather while you try to sleep and you’ll be A-OK’.

Luis couldn’t remember when he had made it to his bed- Nor could he remember when Leon had slipped under the sheets beside him- But he hardly slept regardless. He tried counting sheep and snuggling into his partner's embrace; but nothing helped. There wasn’t even anything specific that was causing this lack of sleep. He just.. Couldn’t. He just had to let his brain replay memories of his childhood with his Grandfather like an awfully cruel movie.

So when the sound of his Son’s crying filled the air in an ear-piercing scream, Luis was already prepared and sitting up on his elbows before Leon had even stirred awake.

“I’ll go get the baby,”

Luis whispered, leaning over to kiss Leon on the temple of his head before forcing himself up straight.

His voice was husky and gravelly, and despite having been awake for at least a few hours his limbs were all still too stiff to avoid a popping noise when they stretched.

Leon responded with a quiet ‘hhhhrmmphhh’ before he shuffled back down under the covers, pressing the ends of his blanket up to his ears in an attempt to drown out the baby’s crying.

Luis just huffed a laugh at the sorry sight of his tired partner and got up on his feet with a groan.

Standing up to exit their shared bedroom, Luis did his best to tie up his long, graying salt-and-pepper hair in a messy half-ponytail with the hair tie he always insisted on having wrapped around his wrists. Years ago, Luis had insisted to Leon that ‘He wasn’t trying to grow his hair out, he just didn't trust the barbers’.

But ten years later with his hair reaching his mid-back at this point, that was obviously a lie. Besides, Luis liked it like this; From what he could remember, his Grandfather always kept his hair long, so it was sentimental in a weird way.

“Loooeeeeesss….”

Leon reached an arm out from beneath the blankets to grab at his’, blue eyes blinking slowly to try and adjust to the light.

“Mwhere are you goin’ love…?”

“I just told you,” Luis chuckled, “I’m gonna go put Matteo back to sleep”

Leon made a noise of protest and tried to sit up from underneath his sheets, pulling Luis in closer by the arm.

“Nonono, don’ get up, I can go get him..”

“Sssshhhh, just go back to bed mí amor,”

Luis gently pushed Leon back down onto his pillow with one hand, leaning over to press a sleepy kiss against his lips.

“I was already up. You just go back to sleep, sí?”

The blonde huffed a reluctant sigh but still sunk back under the covers regardless. His lips were pursed in a little pout as he let go of Luis’ hand.

“But you’re always up to get him. Y’know I’m happy to do it once ‘n a while, right?”

Luis paused for a moment, biting his lip as he tried to figure out how he should respond. Leon was half-asleep, a quarter of the way to being absolutely dead to the world; but he was still right.

Luis was always the one to go put Matteo back to bed when he woke up screaming like this.

He always insisted that Chris or Leon stay in bed, go back to sleep; And tonight was no exception. But being faced with the question he suddenly found that he couldn’t actually figure out why.

Luis always just assumed that it was the least he could do in return. Chris and Leon, despite being ‘retired’, were still constantly called into the office or on smaller Ops- Sometimes for days at a time, even. And while Luis had his day job with Rebecca in the labs, they were much more forgiving when it came to time off.

His two lovers had given him the entire world, in his mind. They’d given him a space to live and to grow as a person and they’d given him more love than any other human being had ever shown him; and most importantly, they gave him the opportunity to be a Father. They all were.

He got the opportunity of a lifetime to look after someone just as his Grandfather had looked after him.

So maybe Luis just wanted to repay them in some way.

They always insisted he didn’t need to do that; that him just being there was more than enough.

But that nagging voice in the back of his head never left, no matter how hard he tried.

“I know…”

Was all Luis could respond with, his voice a little deflated in defeat.

“Just… Just let me do this for you, just this once. ¿Ok, cariño?”

“Okay…” Leon yawned, his voice still slightly reluctant as he snuggled his face further into the pillow. And like a light, he was out within seconds.

Luis smiled and huffed a breath of air through his nose at the sight of his sleepy partner. With one final ruffle of his blonde hair, Luis was snapped back to reality when he heard his Son wailing once more from upstairs.

Luis made his way up to the second floor with a slouched posture and dragging feet; he slipped his reading glasses on somewhere half-way up, and was thoroughly greeted by the high-pitched cries of his baby the second the door creaked open.

Matteo’s room was simple; It didn’t need to be very big, after all (And even so, it was bigger than Luis’ old childhood room with his Grandfather.)

The walls were covered in pastel blue-and-pink flowers painted on courtesy of Ashley one weekend, and the roof was littered in pale blue, glow-in-the-dark stars.

Matteo's cot sat tucked up against the wall, and stuffed toys littering the floor where they must’ve slipped off and landed in a maze-like heap. Luis could just barely make out his Son’s silhouette against the bars of the cot;

And Luis’ heart promptly shattered into a million pieces when he saw Matteo reach out his little baby-arms into the sky at the sound of his entering the room.

Luis skilfully stepped over the pile of toys laying across his floor, before pressing a gentle hand against the wooden bars of Matteo’s cot.

Just as expected, the baby had kicked his blankets off- Probably the cause of his screaming- And had his tiny hands balled up in even tinier fists as big, fat tears fell down his chubby cheeks.

Luis cooed in an attempt to keep himself from crying.

“Ssssshhhhh… ¿ver? Estoy aquí, Teo…”

His words were more for soothing himself rather than the baby as he felt his voice grow wobbly at the sight. Ever since ‘Teo’ was born, Luis became an absolute crybaby- Chris and Leon teased him about it constantly, but never in a mean-spirited way.

Seeing his Son in any kind of discomfort felt worse than any knife to the back ever could; His heart squeezed and all he wanted to do was wipe away those tears forever and never let go of his little boy until he was smiling and laughing again. He wanted to hold and cradle him every second of the day- and if he could, he would.

‘You’re always hogging our son’, Leon had teased one day, watching Luis bounce their kid against his hip. From beside him, Chris reached over to give Matteo a kiss on the cheek.

‘Yeah, you never let us hold him’

‘¡Tu idiotas! You can hold him if you want!’ Luis had responded, feeling a little guilty. But his partner's laughter confirmed it was only a joke.

‘Ignore us, Luis. Teo likes it more when you hold him anyways’

‘He likes it more when you guys tuck him into bed’, Luis had offered, earning laughter from Leon, whose index finger was being held tightly by Teo’s little hands.

Luis was promptly broken out of his trip down memory lane by another sharp, high-pitched scream out of Matteo’s mouth, and although Luis did his best to soothe his Son by rubbing the pads of his thumb across his reddened and tear-stained chubby cheeks- It was no use. Matteo kept screaming and grabbing his hands out into the air, trying to reach for Luis’ long locks.

Through the screaming, Luis couldn’t help but chuckle a little; Teo was always grabbing onto his hair one way or another. He figured it must’ve been some kind of self-comforting baby thing, so he just let him. Matteo hardly ever pulled at it, anyways. He just kinda… held on.

No matter how hard Luis tried to sway his baby boy back to sleep from above the cot, it was all for naught. He just kept crying and wailing, and the longer it went on, the more Luis couldn’t handle seeing his Son in tears like this.

So against his better judgment, Luis cupped his hands underneath his small back and lifted him up with a small ‘There we go…’, cupping the baby’s head inbetween his hand and elbow, firmly grasping onto his leg with the other.

Luis had very quickly figured out that the usual bouncing and ‘there-there’s did not work on his Son. The motion only served to make his crying worse generally, so the brunette resorted to- extremely softly- rocking Matteo back and forth in his arms.

That only worked for a couple moments before Teo was back to wailing again. This time slightly quieter, Luis noted to himself victoriously. He silently wondered if he ever cried as much when his Grandfather took care of him.

He couldn’t tell if he was just tired and therefor had his emotions dialed up to 100 (You know what they say; Never trust your brain past 10:00 PM) Or if he was genuinely upset by his Son’s crying, but Luis felt practically desperate to get him to stop. He didn’t even care about the noise; Just seeing his little bundle of joy’s face all scrunched up and wet from big, fat tears rolling down his face was infinitely more worrying to him than the noise.

So, as gently as possible, Luis bought Matteo up to his face, and after pressing his delicate little forehead against his, Luis started to place feather-light kisses against his baby’s skin. He placed them so tenderly that his own skin tingled from the sensation. As if Matteo was made from porcelain.

And to Luis, he may as well have been.

Every tiny action, every small breath was met with internal cringing- Luis was so self-conscious of just how unfathomably small Matteo was that even just brushing his nose up against the baby’s was enough to make his heart squeeze in worry.

But, at least there was one bright side; Matteo was slowly starting to quieten down his wailing. Every pillowy kiss against his plush skin forced Matteo to stop howling until eventually his voice was broken down to cracked sobs.

But even that seemed to come with it’s own price; Matteo never stopped crying. Screams were replaced with wobbly little whimpers and whines, and his bottom lip quivered every time those big tears of his fell down his chin.

Luis didn’t even know it was possible for his heart to ache with empathy more than it already had, and he secretly wished Matteo would just start screaming again so he didn’t have to see his beautiful boy sobbing silently like this.

“Nonononono, no llores niño hermoso, no llores…”

Luis pressed his forehead up against Matteo’s and squeezed his eyes shut, dipping him just a tiny bit so that his long, curly hair would fall over Teo’s head like a curtain; engulfing the baby in darkness even further. He pressed kisses against Matteo’s small nose and wiped away the tears with his own- At least he tried to with his fast they were falling.

“Deja de llorar por mí, sí? Deja de llorar… Deja de llorar…”

Luis tried to hum in between his words of encouragement, and even though Matteo probably couldn’t understand him- It seemed to be working regardless.

“¿Ver? Ahí tienes, no llores nena, lo estás haciendo tan bien… Tan bueno para mí, Teo”

All Luis could do was let his words of encouragement and comfort sink into his Son's skin, even if he couldn’t fully understand them. He hoped that somehow the message got through regardless of their language barrier, that by some miracle, Matteo understood what Luis was trying to tell him and took it to heart.

“Te amo, Teo. ¿Tú lo sabes? Te amo mucho más de lo que podrías saber. Te amaré pase lo que pase”

Luis couldn’t tell who he was talking to at this point; Matteo or himself. But it didn’t matter either way. His words rung truer than anything that had ever come out of his mouth.

Luis had spent so much of his life lying. He’d spent so much of it running and selling his soul to the highest bidder that he’d almost forgotten what it was like to be so open and vulnerable with someone.

His Grandfather’s cottage, Valdelobos, Umbrella, Los Illuminados; The names blended together in his mind at this point.

He’d spent too long running.

He found out what a true chance at life looked like and it looked like Leon, Chris and Matteo.

Every stereotype and throwaway comment that Luis heard about how staring at your baby is like ‘Love at first sight’ was so unbelievably true; Luis just wished he could express his love in a way his beautiful boy could understand.

But Matteo still remained awake. His tears had almost come to a complete halt with Luis’ soft words, but he was still staring up at his dad with those big, sleepless, curious brown eyes; it made Luis chuckle.

“No puedo dormir, ¿Oye? Yo tampoco puedo…”

Luis hummed thoughtfully for a moment, methodically running his thumb across Matteo’s soft, thin brown hair before coming up with an idea. He smiled at the thought alone, and almost felt his heart leap out of his throat when Matteo half-smiled back.

Luis began to rock Matteo back and forth as he began to sing a song he just barely remembered his Grandfather singing to him when he was just a boy;

“Duérmete mí niño, duérmete mí amor,

Duérmete pedazo de mí corazón,”

Luis smiled as Matteo began to quietly babble in response, holding him even closer.

“Este niño mío que nació de noche

Quiere que lo lleve a pasear en coche.”

Matteo reached out his tiny hands to grasp at Luis’ stubble, running his fingers over the hair as his little eyes began to droop lower and lower. It took all of Luis’ energy not to grab his face and squeeze him with a million kisses right then and there.

“Este niño mío que nació de día quiere que lo lleve a la dulcería,”

Luis let his eyes flutter shut as Matteo yawned and lulled his head to the side. Tiny even breaths let the brunette know that his Son had fallen asleep- Yet he kept singing, determined to finish the song. Just like his Grandfather always would.

“Duérmete mí niño, duérmete mí amor,

Duérmete pedazo de mí corazón.”

Once the lullaby had softly ended, Luis just stood there. Cradling Matteo in his arms silently. The only light source being from the small, glow-in-the-dark star stickers on the ceiling. Not a single creak could be heard, in sharp comparison to just a moment ago. The loudest noise in that room were Matteo’s tiny breaths.

Luis didn’t want to let go. Leon and Chris teased him about it all the time, but he truly, truly didn’t want to part with his beautiful boy. He didn’t want this moment to end. A moment that felt so precious and so loving that Luis knew he was bound to remember it for years to come.

Luis wanted to protect Matteo with his whole world- he knew it was unrealistic, and that eventually, his Son would grow up to be his very own person- but that didn’t mean the need wasn’t still there. Luis had seen things that no single human being should have ever experienced, and yet his own baby crying was somehow worse than all of that combined. He never wanted to see Matteo cry again. He wanted to hold him and kiss him and shelter him from anything that could ever hurt him.

Just like his Grandfather had for Luis all those years ago.

That was almost entirely the reason Luis had approached Leon and Chris about the idea of having a child in the first place;

He wanted to be just like his Grandfather.

It was strange. The older he got, the less he remembered of the man- yet the more he missed him like a child. Luis thought about him quite often. And even more so now that he was a father himself.

In retrospect, his Grandfather was hardly there in his life for a very long time. He was only ten- maybe twelve at the most- years old when he had died. Yet Luis remembered as clear as day the way his knees trembled and his fists balled up hard enough for his fingernails to be imprinted onto his palms when he watched his childhood home burst into flames. He stared at that fire until it was nothing but ashes in the morning, quite literally.

Luis had gone through all the stages of grief a million times over. He used to be mad at his Grandfather for hiding that wolf’s bite that inevitably lead him to becoming sick; he used to resent him, in fact, insisting that his work as a biologist would be enough to reprimand it.

Luis used to beg for his Grandfather to come back- and, hell, he still sometimes did. He still cried like the grief was fresh, and he still found constant solace and comfort in Leon and Chris’ arms.

Luis remembered nothing but good things about his Grandfather.

He remembered how the two of them would go fishing on warm afternoons.

How he’d make him tomato soup every night after dinner.

He remembered how wise and intricate his words seemed to seven-year-old-Luis, when in actuality, he was just speaking fancy English.

He remembered how his Grandfather still encouraged his Trans identity and love for Biology despite their circumstances.

He remembered how he’d encouraged Luis’ fantasies surrounding Don Quixote- how he’d recreate the fantastical scenes and read him every version of the books under the sun back-to-front just so he could fall asleep.

Hell, Luis still kept an old copy of Don Quixote in Matteo’s room just for good luck; him and his two partners had even agreed on the name for their baby after seeing the name ‘Matteo’ in the credits of a Don Quixote adaptation and finding it stuck. Luis hoped someday he’d be able to read his favorite book ever to Teo and he’d enjoy just as much as he did.

When Luis said he wanted to be a father;

What he really meant was he wanted to be like his Grandfather.

He wanted to give that same undying love and affection to another person. He wanted to be his Son’s hero and somebody who could protect him from anything.

He wanted to be there for Matteo in a way his Grandfather never could before he died;

He wanted to watch Matteo grow up and live a full life.

Just like how his Grandfather always wanted.

Luis wanted to be there for Matteo right until the very end.

Luis wanted to be just like his Grandfather for Matteo. He wanted to make him proud.

“Te quiero mucho, Teo. También habrías amado a mí Abuelo.”

Luis hadn't even noticed he’d begun crying, let alone the quiet footsteps from behind him until a small knock on the door allerted him to another presence in the room. He was forced out of his forehead-touching position with Matteo to look around and see Leon leaning against the doorframe; his appearance tired and disheveled with a soft smile still on his face.

“How’s Teo?”

“He’s good,” Luis smiled, whispering lightly.

“I just got him back to sleep.”

Leon made his way to Luis’ side and cupped his Son’s head with one hand, leaning down to press a gentle, cautious kiss on his head.

Luis’ eyes never broke away from Teo’s face, even as Leon leaned his head against his shoulder. The brunette reciprocated, feeling his partner let out a sigh of relief.

“Where’s Chris?”

Luis broke the silence, desperate for some conversation. He felt like he was about to burst into tears if he didn’t talk soon.

“He’s staying with the Winter’s tonight, remember?”

The brunette just hummed at Leon’s response. Ethan Winters; the name sounded familiar. He was pretty sure they were expecting a child soon, too. Chris seemed to be very protective over him; Which seemed deserved after what he heard they’d been through. Luis hoped he’d get to meet them someday.

Another beat of silence.

“…Luis?”

Leon finally spoke up, his voice soft; as if their tender moment was made of porcelain.

“…Are you Ok?”

“I’m fine.” Luis was quick to answer. Too quick. Leon gave him that look and his partner was forced to relent, shaking his head slightly with a small smile. If he wasn’t smiling, he’d probably be crying.

“I will be fine,”

Luis corrected himself. Leon always knew when something was up, and Luis didn’t have the heart (or the energy) to try to lie. He wore his heart on his sleeve in his old age.

“I’m just… I don’t know. Difícul de explicar. Words don’t seem to cut it.”

“I understand.” Was all Leon said in response, snuggling further into the crook of his neck as his hand remained on Teo’s head.

Luis was grateful Leon didn’t try to pry further.

The silence between them, however, was too much for Luis to bear. To keep himself from breaking down and potentially waking Matteo up, he gave his Son one last kiss on the forehead- letting it linger for a couple moments- before slipping him back into his cot and pulling the up blankets over him.

‘Buenes noches, niño hermoso”

He whispered, running the pad of his thumb against his cheeks for a beat before he reluctantly pried himself away from his sleeping Son.

The second he turned around to face Leon, it was like all of the night's anxieties and grief caught up to him in an instant; his body suddenly felt like lead and his eyes stung with tears.

He could barely make out Leon’s expression in the darkness, but he knew from gut instinct alone that it was one of sympathy.

“L-Leon…?”

Luis whimpered, his lips quivering as his eyes welled up.

“D-Do you think my Grandfather w-would be proud of me…?”

Leon’s posture softened in an instant.

“Oh, Luis…”

Luis couldn’t hold it together much longer; he collapsed into Leon’s arms in an instant, feeling awfully small and vulnerable as he cried silently into his partner's shoulder. He could hear Leon murmur some reassuring words from above him, but he couldn’t make them out; the blondes chin rested atop his head as his arms squeezed him tight, rocking Luis back-and-fourth in an attempt to soothe him.

Luis, ironically, felt a little bit like how Teo must’ve been feeling just a moment ago.

“You wanna know something, Luis?”

Leon finally said loud enough for him to hear, pulling away just slightly so he could cup Luis’ face in his hands; wiping away the tears from his cheeks.

“Your Grandfather would be so, so proud of you. I know that for a fact. He would be over the moon for you”

“B-but w-w-what if I’m n-not doing e-enough for T-Teo? I-I j-just w-wanna be like m-mí A-Abuelo..-“

“You’re doing more than enough, Luis. You’re going so above and beyond you have no idea. Listen to me,”

Leon grabbed his chin and forced him to make eye contact.

“You’re not alone. You understand? You have us. And if your Grandfather were still alive, he would be by your side and telling you what an incredible job you’re doing. You are the best Father, understood? Your Grandfather would be so proud of you.”

That was enough for Luis to break down into tired, open-mouthed sobs against Leon’s chest. The two of them had to return to their own bedroom to keep Matteo from waking up; But it was worth it.

Luis stayed curled up against Leon for the entire night, having his hair combed through by his partner's hands as he cried against his shirt.

Luis eventually fell asleep. And for the first time in quite a while, he actually had a decent night's sleep.

He had Leon. He had Chris, and he had Matteo.

He promised to himself that he would make his Grandfather proud.

He would be a good Father to Teo. He would do anything for his beautiful boy.

And nothing in the world could ever change that.

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chapitre 19

Malia avançait sur la scène tremblante. Qu'avait-elle fait pour accepter cette folie... Chanter devant tant d'artistes émérites. Encore une fois elle rougit violemment et recula du micro, pour s'asseoir a croupi en boule, causant a Zhen de se lever et de la rejoindre sur scène. Il s'accroupit face à elle en soupirant.

« Amalia. Tu as du talent. » dit Zhen simplement

« Tu parles... » couina-t-elle

« Amalia. » le ténor secoua la tête « Crois moi, tout le monde ne doit avoir une voix comme Ash, Mona ou Diana... ta voix est pure, douce comme de la soie.... La chanson que tu chantes, n'a rien d'évident. Mais si tu ne la sens pas... Je te propose de chanter avec quelqu'un qui peut te rassurer. » dit Zhen simplement

« Si je pouvais ne pas chanter... » souffla-t-elle

« .... Tu es sure ? » soupira Zhen

« Aye kiddo... don't ya give up » cette voix....

Malia se leva les yeux surprise et fixa l'homme dans l'ombre en sortir. Ian Holmes... dans toute sa gloire et sa grandeur... cet homme revenu des morts, ce battant, cet in-tuable monument se tenait là devant elle... C'est vrai que Morganna était passée par bien des couleurs quand son père était revenu d'entre les morts... mais maintenant qu'il était revenu, tout était presque comme avant, a l'exception que Morganna était un peu maman et mariée et que Naihi filait le parfait amour avec Choi Siwon. Ian avait bien compris qu'être mort pendant 2 ans avait eu un impacte sur les gens de son entourage.. et il avait bien compris ça. Maintenant Ian s'approcha donc de la petite néo-zélandaise et la souleva en souriant. Malia le dévisagea un peu perdue.... Pourquoi l'aidait-il.. ? Il avait quand-même été militaire et pas chanteur.... Si elle savait qu'il avait une petite voix assez agréable, elle ignorait tout de l'étendue du talent de cet homme déjà particulièrement talentueux.

« J'reprends de la Zhen. » dit Ian en souriant

« Go ahead Chess. » dit Zhen avec un immense sourire tout en quittant la scène.

Ian s'étira et Malia regardait Zhen s'en aller ... mais qu'est-ce que ... ? La jeune fille regardait Ian de haut en bas. Pourquoi ? Pourquoi est-ce que Zhen laissait Ian seul avec elle ? L'Irlandais prit le micro et s'en alla avec pour le poser plus loin. Il se rapprocha ensuite et recula légèrement pour regarder la jeune femme...

« Ya r'member the lyrics to Don't you want me ? » demanda Ian

« Of course... ? » souffla-t-elle

Ian fit signe a Berwald, qui lança la musique et Ian enleva sa longue veste pour rester en débardeur, affichant sa musculature de dieu. Qui aurait cru qu'Ian chantait comme un dieu aussi ? Amalia se laissa hypnotiser par le savoir faire de l'ancien militaire et se détendit pour chanter avec lui. C'est à ce moment que BTS entra dans la salle de théâtre, voyant Malia chanter et danser avec le dieu irlandais. La jeune néo-zélandaise se laissa complètement aller dans les bras de cet homme revenu de l'eau delà.... Et dans la salle Yoongi n'en perdait pas une miette. Ian Holmes était un homme très séduisant. Vrai. Doué. Vrai. Et extrêmement charmant. Vrai. Mais Ian Holmes, n'avait pas parcouru le corps et les tatouages de cette femme du bout des lèvres. Il n'avait pas eu sa virginité... et clairement, voir cet homme près de sa petite Amalia,, exaspérait énormément notre cher Yoongi. Puis un coup de coude le fit revenir à la réalité... Ashlynn. Elle lui offrit un petit sourire fatigué... La pauvre. Il fixa la chanteuse, ce repère qu'elle et Jinki avait été, c'était effondré en très peu de temps. Si Sofia et Hoseok étaient sortis grandi et plus proche de la perte d'un enfant, Ashlynn et Jinki avaient vu l'enfer. Et depuis ce jour, elle avait maigri a vue d’œil, elle semblait avoir perdue le goût à la vie, mais elle gardait une façade. Elle gardait cette fierté non sans parfois montrer de la faiblesse. Et puis Yoongi vit Diana arriver... Quel désastre ça avait été pour la blonde aussi. En l'espace de 24h, elle avait perdue son bébé, son compagnon, elle avait été trompée et été humilié en tv. Mais elle gardait mieux la tête haute qu'Ashlynn. Soudain on entendit un petit rire et on vit un poupon de quelques mois grimpé au sol vers Malia et Ian.  

Ian l'attrapa au vol et sourit grandement en le prenant dans ses bras. Embrassant son front et le faisant voler, créant chez Namjoon un ascenseur émotionnel et chez Hoseok une grimace de douleur, c'est qu'il serrait fort ce con ! Morganna arriva sur la scène et sourit devant la scène avant de reprendre le petit bout de chou.

« Alors chaton ? » demanda Morganna « On s’enfuit vers Papy quand il faut que je change ta couche hm ? »

« Je peux ? » demanda Ian

« Changer sa couche ? » demanda Morganna surprise

« ça fait 20 ans que je l'ai plus fait et si il faut que je garde Ian Jr autant pratiquer avant ! » lâcha Ian en souriant

Morganna tendit son fils a son père et sourit a Amalia en riant quand Ian s'en alla en courant avec le petit bout de chou. Elle secoua la tête en voyant Amalia un peu gêné d'avoir chanter avec son père puis elle s'étira en se frottant un peu le bras. Ça avait bien cicatriser au final...

Les deux filles rejoignirent les gens dans la salle quand Ashlynn se leva soudain, téléphone en main. Elle décrocha et s'éloigna. Malia et Mona firent gentiment semblant de lire des partitions mais écoutèrent la conversation de l’aînée.

« Oui ? .... Ne bouge pas. Tu ne me déranges pas. J'ai terminée moi.. Oui ça s'est bien passé... Avec une couche de maquillage tout est faisable... Je suis certaine que tu vas aimé ! Non ne bouge pas d’où tu es, je viens te chercher. N'ose même pas rentrer sans moi. Promets le, Seunghyun. Bien. J'arrive dans 5 minutes » souffla-t-elle

Elle attrapa son sac et s'en alla en courant. Amalia et Morganna se fixèrent. Seunghyun ? Ça pouvait être énormément de monde ça .... Bordel. Les filles s'approchèrent de Naihi et Lysander... le duo accordant leurs guitares.

« Les gars ! Ash elle est partit rejoindre qui ? » s'inquiéta la jeune maman

« TOP. Elle l'a rencontrer autour d'une bouteille de Whisky et quand elle a vu qu'il prenait ses anxiolytiques avec l'alcool... elle a décider de s'occuper de lui. » dit Lysander simplement « Elle a besoin de se sentir utile Mona. Elle a perdu tout ce qui faisait partie de l'avenir qu'elle s'était imaginer. Perdre un enfant, perdre l'homme de sa vie... c'est dur pour elle. Depuis qu'elle s'occupe de TOP elle remange, vu qu'elle l'oblige a manger, elle se force pour lui. Et même si il est dans un pire état qu'elle, grand dieu, il est un cadeau pour elle. Il nous rend petit a petit notre Ashlynn.. » souffla Lysander doucement « Et je sais qu'elle compte énormément pour lui. Elle lui a rendu la force de se battre. Elle l'aide, elle va avec lui chez le psy, elle le fait rire et il m'a dit récemment quelque chose d'assez poignant. 'Elle est comme une éclipse, elle couvre le soleil et me permets de me reposer de la lueur blessante du soleil'... Et il a sourit en me disant ça. » dit-il simplement

« Mais pourquoi elle nous en parle pas ? » demanda Malia

« Chérie, tu as une relation idyllique, et Mona a tout ce qu'Ash aurait voulut. Comprenez qu'elle se protège un minimum. » dit Naihi simplement

Quand Siwon passa derrière le Seal, ce-dernier attrapa le coréen par la ceinture du pantalon, l'amena a lui et l'embrassa a pleine bouche, juste devant le nez d'Ian qui revint avec son petit-fils. L'irlandais sourit un peu et tendit le bébé a son père en ébouriffant les cheveux actuellement vert pastel de Namjoon.

« Ya should settle on a color son. » souffla-t-il amusé

« But Mona likes it... » dit Namjoon

« Aye I remember that when I had my hair dyed in grass green for Saint-Patrick's day, she went crazy over my hair... » dit Ian en riant « She has a thing for green. »

« She's Irish honey. » lâcha Hilary en arrivant

« Good point. » dit Namjoon amusé

« I'm still fucking impressed by ya're english skills son. » dit Hilary...

« Being called son by both of you is a little ... weird ? ... » dit Namjoon

« Sweetheart, we're basically married. » dit Hilary en riant

« We've raised Mona together, we've done absolutely everthing together except the whoopee... or did we ? » demanda Ian

« We did... once. A drunk disaster... » souffla Hilary

« ya see, ya can see us as your in-laws... we're just not married and have never been but we're basically ya're in-laws » dit Ian en souriant

« O... Okay... »

Ian fixa Naihi puis sourit un peu en remettant son manteau. Jamais la Friendzone n'avait été aussi agréable. Il voyait enfin un Naihi foncièrement heureux et passionné. Jamais il ne l'avait été avec lui. Et Ian savait que Naihi avait confondu gratitude et amour... Puis une main tapota son épaule, Kyungsoo... Le géant pivota doucement sur ses talons et sourit a son cadet.

« Bonjour. » dit-il simplement.

« Bonjour. » répondit Ian

« Ce manteau te va a ravir... » dit Kyungsoo

« On s'demande qui me l'a offert mh » dit Ian amusé

« Je savais qu'il t'irait. » dit Kyungsoo

« Je sais. T'as chaud là dedans ? » demanda Ian

« Tu ne récupéreras pas ce pull. » annonça Kyungsoo

« Je savais ça aussi. » dit Ian amusé

Jongin fixa Kyungsoo étrangement quand ce dernier releva le regard, doucement le vocaliste tapota l'épaule d'Ian, l'irlandais plia le genoux et se mit a hauteur du coréen, un mine intrigué sur le visage. Kyungsoo caressa la joue d'Ian, noua ses bras autour de son cou et l'embrassa doucement. Rien d'extravagant juste un simple baiser. Ian noua ses bras autour des hanches de Kyungsoo et le souleva du sol pour approfondir le baiser, souriant comme un abruti a travers ce baiser. Même si il devinait la raison de cet élan de tendresse en publique, l'irlandais n'allait pas s'en plaindre.

Jongin lui serra les dents et fixa Sehun et Baekhyun. Le duo le regardait puis se pencha pour voir Kyungsoo embrasser Ian.

« Ce mec n'a aucun goût. » dit Baekhyun

« Hem... » Siwon toussa très fortement et fixa Baekhyun « Ian a quand-même été avec Naihi... » lâcha Siwon en ronchonnant « Alors je te... »

« Ian n'a pas besoin d'avoir du goût Baekhyun. Il a juste besoin de quelqu'un de sincère et c'est ce qu'est Kyungsoo. » dit Naihi en souriant « Il n'a pas besoin d'un mannequin ou d'un homme des plus baisable a son bras, juste quelqu'un qui l'aime et qui comprend ses besoins et ses demandes. Quelqu'un qui accepte sa personnalité et sa formidable aura. Ian Holmes est un diamant brute. Mais je sais que Kyungsoo l'aime sincèrement. » dit Naihi.

« Et Papa l'aime comme un fou. Je déconseille quiconque d'essayer de dragué Kyungsoo .... Juste un conseil hein. » dit Morganna en souriant.

Ian posa enfin Kyungsoo a terre et s'approcha du groupe amusé. 

« Alors comme ça j'ai pas de goût. » lâcha-t-il en fixant Baekhyun

« Évidemment. » dit Baekhyun en montrant Kyungsoo « Regardez le. »

« Un regard ensorcelant, des lèvres parfaites, un sourire divin, une taille juste parfaite pour y reposer mes mains, un fessier a me damner pour l'éternité, une voix pure et un corps qui défie les lois de la musique quand on sait quel symphonie jouer. » lâcha Ian simplement

Kyungsoo vira rouge carmin et se cacha courageusement contre son amant... Gêné par tant d'éloquence...

« t'es atteint toi... » lâcha Sehun

« Ouais. J'ai aussi un brevet de tireur sur 1600m et je peux tuer quelqu'un a mains nu. Tu veux tester ? » siffla Ian avec un sourire de psychopathe

« .... naaan. » couina Sehun.

« Y vont bien ensemble » Murmura Suho a Mona

« Tellement bien.... Papa va le rendre heureux, je te promets » souffla-t-elle doucement

« Je sais... je le vois bien »