#STOP LEON'S ASSASSINATION

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

WAS NO ONE GONNA TELL ME THAT RE4 SEPARATE WAYS IS JUST ADA SIMPING OVER LEON THE ENTIRE GAME

[inalandofsadclowns]

Leon knows about Merlin's magic and assumes Arthur does, too. He has noticed that whenever Merlin is off, fighting magical beasts and assassins, Arthur always says he's "in the tavern". Leon, who knows for a fact that Merlin is not a big drinker, came to the conclusion that "tavern" is code for "on a magical mission".

Arthur: Have you seen Merlin?

Leon: Sorry, My Lord, I haven't.

Arthur: Where can he be?! I've looked everywhere.

Leon helps Arthur go through possible locations. Finally, something dawns on Leon.

Leon, hesitantly: Maybe... Could he be at the "tavern"?

Arthur, throwing his hands up in horrification: I swear, the whole castle knows about his scandalous lifestyle!

Leon, rushing to placate him: My Lord! I swear that I am the only one of your knights to know! And I won't tell anyone, you have my word for that.

Arthur, huffing: I highly doubt you'd be the only one.

Leon: Right. I cannot exclude the possibility that he has other allies, as well, in the castle. Merlin is a close friend to many of us, after all. I suspect Gwen and Morgana have assisted him before.

Arthur: Gwen?! No, Leon, you're painfully mistaken. And I really need to have a talk with Morgana.

Leon: Ah, I see. I understand your hesitance towards the matter, Sire, but I think there is no harm in it, as long as he's careful when to use his gifts. And I know you trust Merlin, otherwise you would have prohibited it.

Arthur, deadpan: Gifts?

Leon: He could move a building if he wanted to. I, too, had my fears at first, but he's not cruel even with the power he has. He'll stop at knocking his opponents out, if there's a peaceful way out.

Arthur, giving Leon a strange look: ...Leon? Answer me honestly. Do you usually join Merlin in the tavern?

Leon, sighing: Sometimes I must, Sire. I understand, the risks to accompany him to his quests as prince are much higher. But powerful as he is, he still needs help.

Arthur: Right. I imagine he does.

Leon: It's impressive, what he can do, when he thinks no one is watching.

Arthur, grimacing: That's enough, Leon. God, I don't even know why you would tell me that.

[franzkafkagf]

queen PLEASE rewrite the brothel scene so it makes sense I BEG YOU.

Aegon stumbled into the brothel, the dim lighting and the overwhelming scent of cheap perfume and sweat wrapping around him, suffocating him. Martyn, Leon, Eddard, and Rodrick, Martyn’s new squire, followed him. Aegon's own face, flushed and unfocused from too much wine and ale, betrayed a desperate attempt to drown out unwelcome emotions.

“This place is as good as any to get it wet,” Aegon slurred, his arm slung over the squire’s shoulder. The boy, still green behind the ears, looked up at the king with wide, nervous eyes. “Time to make a man out of you, eh?” He punctuated the statement with a bawdy laugh, echoed half-heartedly by his friends.

The brothel was dimly lit, with curtains draped around, each one hiding unique secrets. Aegon staggered forward, yanking aside the first curtain he came to. Behind it, a couple gasped in surprise, but Aegon was already moving on, cursing under his breath. His mind was set on finding a particular woman—a distraction, an escape.

“Her name is Selyse or Selsie… or something like that,” Aegon continued, leaning heavily on the squire. “She’s great. Nothing like that woman’s touch to—hic—to forget your troubles.” His laugh was a bitter bark, masking the hollow ache in his chest.

He flung open another curtain, revealing yet another entangled pair, before stumbling on. Each step heavier than the last, the sounds of pleasure and the stuffy air seemed to close in on him. The sight of flesh and sweat did nothing to ease his mind; he still felt powerless, terribly powerless. King he might be, but even a crown couldn’t shield his family from harm.

Finally, he found her—the woman he sought. But instead of the welcome distraction he craved, he was met with a scene that stopped him cold. She was not alone. In her arms, naked and unashamed, was his brother, Aemond.

Aegon’s vision blurred, he did not know if he should laugh or scream. The room seemed to tilt as he stumbled forward, nearly ripping the curtain down in an attempt to steady himself. "Aemond the Fierce!” he roared. “Look at you!”

Aemond looked up at him, scrambling from the woman’s embrace and standing up to put on a robe. She herself shrank back too, pulling the sheets up to cover herself. The tension in the room was a tangible thing, crackling between the two brothers.

“You see, I do not exaggerate,” Aegon’s eyes flicked to his companions as he stumbled further into the room. His voice had an air of lightness to it—but it carried an undercurrent of anger, deep anger. “Such is the Madam’s prowess, that my brother does not want to sample another.”

“Tell me, brother.” Aegon clapped Aemond on the shoulder, too hard, a bitter smile twisting his lips. “Was this where you were? With this whore while my son was being murdered? When Jaehaerys was breathing his last, were you still fucking your very first?”

Aemond’s face darkened, the shadow of guilt flickering across his features before being masked by a cold, defensive anger. “You think I didn't want to be there? You think I don’t wish I could’ve been there to fight off those cowardly assassins? I grieve my nephew too.”

“Grieve?” Aegon’s laughter was hollow and bitter. “If you hadn’t been busy killing Rhaenyra’s bastard, she’d never have sought retribution. If you’d been able to behave yourself, my son would still be alive!”

Aemond’s eye flashed with rage, but the truth in Aegon’s words was undeniable. “What of you, brother? Where were you? Drowning yourself in strongwine and whores—why didn’t you protect your son?” Aemond was facing his brother head-on now; years of resentment and anger finally flooding out of him. “You’re just as much at fault as I am. You’re a wastrel, Aegon, a weak and unworthy king.”

Aegon's face contorted with fury, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He remembered Larys’ words from before, could it truly be? Was his own brother planning to overthrow him?

“Plotting to take my crown, are you? Is that what this is all about?”

Aemond scoffed, “you think I want your crown? You can hardly keep it on your own head.”

Aegon saw red. His fist shot out before he could think, landing squarely on Aemond’s jaw. The force of the blow sent his brother staggering back. The woman yelped, scrambling off the bed, desperate to get away from the two.

Aemond seemed shocked for a moment before he launched himself at his brother. “You’ve always been a coward,” he shouted as the two tumbled to the ground in a flurry of fists and curses. “Hiding behind your whores and your wine!”

Aegon’s punches were wild and uncoordinated as he struck his brother again and again. “And you’ve always been a viper, waiting for your chance to strike!” His fist connected to Aemond’s ribs.

“You think I don’t suffer?” Aemond growled, landing a punch to Aegon’s side. “You think this is easy for me?”

The fight was brutal, raw, and undignified. It would have been embarrassing if it wasn't so profoundly sad—two brothers, driven by grief and guilt, lashing out at the only target they had left.

Martyn, unable to continue watching, forced his way between them. “Enough! Both of you, enough!” he shouted, pushing them apart with all his strength. “Calm down!”

Aegon struggled against Martyn’s grip, eager to keep fighting. “He’s a traitor, Martyn! A traitor!”

Aemond, chest heaving, wrenched free from Martyn’s grasp. “You're a fool, Aegon,” he spat before turning and striding away, leaving the room behind.

Aegon swayed on his feet, the room beginning to spin. His stomach churned, and he felt bile rise in his throat. With a groan, he doubled over and vomited onto the cushions.

Martyn knelt beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Come, Your Grace,” he said, helping Aegon to his feet. “Let’s get you out of here.”

[rveyjules]

A Second Chance

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Prime Minister's Daughter! Reader (ft. Ada Wong)

Genre: Smut, Romance, Angst

Warning: cheating, Leon is obsessed with the reader, taking photos, the reader is cold but deep inside she’s a sweetheart, mentions of arranged marriage, pure smut (masturbation, foreplay, kissing, breasts fondling and sucking, markings,  p in v intercourse, virgin sex, penetrative sex, tummy bulge, breeding, impreg kink, Leon is huge [I think it's at least 9 inches, sheesh], creampie, aftercare)

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: As the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister and one of the faces of the family, you received multiple assassination attempts. So, your father hired someone to keep an eye on you. And to your surprise, out of all people, it was Leon Kennedy your father picked for you. You and Leon had a secret relationship but soon did not last because another woman came into his life. Now that the both of you meet again, will it be the start of chaos or a continuation of romance?

author's note: This is the fourth part of my story. This story is entirely fictional. I do not know what the President and the Prime Minister exactly do for the country. Same with the occupation of being a prosecutor and the chief of the CIA. English is not my mother tongue so pardon if you encounter mistakes and grammatical errors. This is only for entertainment purposes only. And minors, please do your homework first. additional note: I think this is considered as part of Kinktober. To my babies, mga anak, and so on, this is it! Enjoy!

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         It was midnight when you and Leon made it to your secret place— an apartment unit you bought without your father or even your brothers knowing. The whole ride was filled with sexual tension that he almost stopped on the side of the road just to make out with you. But you tamed his urge by holding his hand. 

            And the moment you stepped your foot inside your territory, Leon pulled you into a passionate kiss. You yelped at how sudden his movements were but the fact that you wanted this makes you hate him even more for making you feel this way. Like, his kiss was full of passion. He was proving how much he missed having a connection with you in a passionate way. 

        Comparing it to the kisses you both shared when the two of you were younger, this is way better than quick kisses. And when his tongue slipped into your mouth, you moaned in bliss because damn, it feels so good. The room was dimmed, only the light of the lamp and the city lights stood as your light. 

“My sweet, sweet Y/n…” He whispered as he pulled away, giving you time to breathe. 

           You cupped his cheeks and looked deeply into his eyes. His eyes are filled with lust and passion. He needs you, you need him too. There’s no point of denying yourself to him. You admitted to yourself on the cliff that you still love him. And on his side, he always loved you even though fifteen passed, hiding behind shadows to keep an eye on you. 

          Pressing your foreheads together, Leon whispers, “Let’s be that perfect couple everyone hates.” You chuckled and replied, “How does everyone hate us when we become a couple again?” 

“David will hate you for choosing me instead of him when your marriage is already settled. He will hate me for stealing his girl but wait, have you ever become his anyway?” You chuckled at his response, pulling away from him. 

“Tell that to him and he’ll pull out his trump cards. You’re taking the woman that was supposed to marry the Senator’s son. As if my father, the Senate President, or even the President will let you do that.” You said, heading to the kitchen counter and poured yourself a glass of wine and drink.

“The President is on my side. Actually, two years after saving Ashley, he asked me to marry his daughter.” The revelation made you choke on your drink and cough. You looked at him with ‘what the fuck?’ expression. 

              Leon chuckled and approached you, crossing his arms on his chest.  

“Of course, I declined. I know that marrying the President’s daughter is a big opportunity. But I am not that thirsty for power. Back to my point, I bet your father, the Prime Minister will go on a rampage when he finds out that his only daughter is breaking his rules and having an affair with her bodyguard.” 

“Unless…” You paused, looking at Leon. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Unless what, sweetheart?” 

“Unless, we’ll give him an heir.” Leon looked at you for a few seconds until he realized what you were talking about. “A heir that will keep and continue the legacy of the family.” You added, taking another sip of your wine. 

              The man was silent after that. He was thinking how life will change for the both of you when a baby comes into your lives. A baby, whether it was a boy or a girl, will be the successor of the L/n-Kennedy bloodline. The feud will be over once a baby is formed into your womb. You know that your father will never have a heart to demand to abort the child because it’s also his flesh and blood. For your family that came from a wealthy and well-known ancestry, killing a child that was supposed to be the next-in-line of succession is a disgrace and disrespectful act. 

“You mean…” Leon muttered, moving closer to you and wrapped his one arm around your shoulders while his other hand went to your lower stomach. “I’ll release my seeds here and put my baby into your womb?” He was grinning which caused you to giggle.

“Want me to make you a daddy?” You asked too. He laughed and pecked your lips. 

“Yeah. Let’s start tonight.” He muttered seductively. 

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             And there you found yourself in your bedroom. Leon liked how dark your bedroom was. Leon helped you remove your hair accessories and undo your hair. It was wavy and he grabbed your hair brush to run it against your hair. His touch was gentle and he inhaled the scent of your hair, driving him crazy. You chuckled and turned around facing him. 

“I hate to admit this but…” You paused, reaching for his vest, unbuckling and removing them before undoing the buttons of his shirt. “I want to become a mommy now. I am already thirty-three and according to my friend, who’s a doctor, I might have some difficulties getting pregnant at this age.” 

“I’ve heard about that too. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’ll carry my baby to a healthy and safe pregnancy.” He assures you and you remove his shirt completely, letting it fall to the floor. “But please help yourself as I help you.” He added. 

“Of course, I will take care of our baby in my womb until the day has come for him to be delivered.” You smiled, touching his toned chest down to his abs. Leon smiled and kissed your forehead. 

“You have been so cold to me ever since I was hired to be your bodyguard and now I’m going to put a baby into your womb. That escalated really quickly.” 

“That’s why I hate you.” 

               Leon tilted his head and kissed your lips. You kissed him back and you felt his hands unzipped your dress before pulling it down until it cools down around your feet, leaving you in your pretty pair of black underwear. His pupils dilated, seeing you almost naked. His eyes were filled with hunger as his gaze trailed down from your face down to your legs. 

             Your chest is heaving as your heart beats so fast as Leon carries you to the bed. Slowly, Leon crawled on top of you. His lower half is between your thighs while his upper body is hovering on yours. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss. Despite the cool temperature of the room, you both feel hot as the sexual tension gets higher and higher.  

“Do you really want me to make you a mommy?” He whispered seductively. You hummed and nodded your head but your response for him wasn't enough. “Words, darling.” He added. 

“Want me to beg?” You asked. He growled and grind himself against your clothed core where you can feel the bulge on his pants. “Don’t speak to me like that. Remember, you are not the in-charge here but me.” 

            His husky voice made you moan. Calloused hands caress your belly as he hummed against your ear with a smirk plastered on his face. “Imagine, after 9 months of pregnancy… you’ll give birth to my baby. They will call you ‘mommy’ and they will call me ‘daddy’.” 

            You squirmed under his touch and his left hand went south, sneaking inside your panties and touching your dripping pussy. “Leon– kyah!” You squealed as his fingers massaged your pussy lips and gently rubbed your clit. He nibbled your earlobe and he continued touching the wet core. 

“Let’s take this off, shall we?” He sat on his knees and hooked his fingers on the garter of your panties before pulling it down. “Ass up.” He ordered and you obliged. He continued pulling down your underwear until it was completely out of your legs. 

            Leon tossed it to the floor before bending your knees and pushed them apart, exposing your wet pussy. He grinned and touched it with his index finger, humming at how slick and wet you are. “Hear how wet your pussy, darling? I made this mess, didn’t I?” He chuckled. 

           He gently played with your clit, using your arousal to lubricate your nub. “Such a pretty, tasty-looking pussy. Mind if I have a taste?” And without hesitation, he stuck out his tongue and licked your pussy upwards, causing you to jolt. 

“L-Leon…” You muttered. Leon held your thighs apart firmly as he savored your cunt, slurping your juices and teasing your clit with his tongue. 

              He would hum in satisfaction and delve deeper, burying his face between your thigh as he eats your pussy like it was his last meal before his death sentence. Knowing how sensitive you are, he took that advantage by licking and sucking your clit as he slipped his middle finger into your drooling hole. 

“Oh my God! Leon— fuck!” You curse as your chest heaves up and down as you catch your breath. You reached for his hair and gripped on it. Leon looked at you and he felt satisfied, seeing your reaction as you moan. 

“Don’t be too— ahh! I’m sensitive.” You babble. 

“This will not be the first time we’ll have this kind of fun so better expect me to overstimulate you.” He replied, rubbing your clit with his thumb, sending you pleasure that your legs trembled. You wanted to close your legs as he stimulated your nub while his finger continuously went in and out of your hole. 

              You arched your back and held onto his arm, digging your nails against his skin. A knot formed in your stomach and felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Leon was smirking, obviously enjoying the sight of you squirming on his touch. 

“Cumming, aren’t you, sweetheart? Go ahead. Chase your orgasm, I’ll help you out.” 

            Leon pulled his finger out of your hole and increased the intensity on your clit, getting you closer to your end. And just when you are about to be released, he stops and pulls away causing you to whine. “Oh, come on!” He chuckled, seeing you close your legs and feel the almost euphoric moment. 

“Beg,” He demanded. “I want to see if you truly deserve to cum.” 

“Please, daddy! I’ll be good! I promise that I’ll obey and be a good girl to you. Just don’t ruin my orgasm. I-I wanna cum!” You whined, tears filling up your eyes. His cock stiffen in his pants and your beg just snapped at him. So, he started rubbing your clit again with more intensity, bringing you back closely to your orgasm. 

“That’s my girl, so very good.” He huskily said, collecting your arousal and used it to lubricate your clit. 

“I’m cumming! Leon, I’m cumming!” You moaned loudly as your legs trembled once more. He buried his face between your legs and replaced his thumb with his tongue, sucking and licking your clit that caused you to scream and cum on his mouth. 

            You closed your trembling legs as he still ate you out. He did not stop enjoying your nectar. It drives him crazy and he craves for more. His cock went even harder in his pants, desperate to be free to feel a mind-blowing experience like his mouth had. Leon remembered that this is not the only exciting moment he will experience tonight. So, he pulled away from your pussy with his lips, chin, and some part of his cheeks are wet  due to your juices. 

               He wiped it off with the back of his hand before unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants before pulling them down with his boxers and removing it completely and tossed it to the floor. You closed your eyes but his hand caressed your thigh. 

“Seeing it is included when a couple is about to make love. Whether you like it or not, it’s part of the human body that is going to be exposed with its partner.” 

“No, it’s not that.” You replied. 

“Then, what do you mean?” He asked. 

“It’s just that it's way bigger than I saw before. You were not that big when I saw that accidentally.” 

               Remembering what you are talking about, he let out a giggle and slapped your thigh playfully. You laughed in return, remembering your funny, embarrassing moment with him back then. It was when you entered the bathroom without knowing that he was inside, taking a bath so yeah. You saw his cock already. He was not that small or not that big. Just average, because he was young at that time as he was still in the police academy. 

               But right now, kneeling in front of you is the same man you love but now with a huge cock and was going to rail the shit out of you tonight. Thanks to the dark room you guys were in. He’s not able to see the blush forming on your cheeks. 

“You know, I find it unfair to be this hard but do not get something from you in return after giving you a satisfying orgasm.” He started. Knowing what he meant, you sat up and kissed his lower stomach just right above his bulbous tip.  

“What do you want me to do? Return the favor?” You asked, batting your eyelashes to him with a teasing look. “Well, I don’t mind.” You added. 

               Leon feels proud seeing you being confident with yourself. You held his huge cock and jerked it, causing him to groan and bite his lip. “Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart. I am not a patient man.” He muttered. You chuckled and looked at him. 

“Chill, darling.” You paused and licked his tip that made him hold his breath as he felt your tongue touch his red tip. “Patience is a virtue.” He growled and opened your mouth before slipping his huge cock into your mouth, letting out a deep moan as he felt the warmth of your mouth. 

“Patience, huh? Let’s see if you still could talk back to me.” Then he started thrusting his hips back and forth. Because of his huge size, you struggle to breathe and often choke or gag when his tip reaches the deep portion of your mouth. 

               Leon waited so long and now his dirty dreams are finally coming true. He moaned in bliss, closing his eyes with his head thrown back in pleasure. “Sweetheart, your mouth feels so good!” He praised, continuously moaning. You held on his thighs to support yourself due to his faster pace. 

             Leon pulled out of your mouth and jerked his cock that was coated with saliva and arousal while his other hand was gripping on your hair. “Come on, darling. Show me what you got.” He challenged you. You rolled our eyes and scoffed before taking his cock back into your mouth and showing him your ability.

              He moaned in satisfaction as you took over the job, proving to him that you’re better than he imagined. Your tongue is having contact with his cock, touching the veins that send him pleasure. You were so beyond his expectations. 

“Just like that! Suck my cock and take it like a good girl!” He moaned, throwing his head back. His praises made you even more wet until you felt his cock start to twitch and his body shudder. 

“Don’t stop! I’ll cum in your mouth, you hear me? I’ll spill my kids into your mouth first before spilling the others inside your womb.” He moaned and you helped him reach his orgasm by sucking him even better than before. 

“Your mouth feels so good, sweetheart! I can’t believe that I am— gonna cum!” He yelled and growled, spilling his hot, slimy essence down to your throat. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck!” He exclaimed in pure bliss and ecstasy. It took him a few minutes to calm himself from a mind-blowing blowjob he experienced. 

             He was even more impressed when he saw you swallowing his seeds. “So pretty for me…” He whispered and gently pushed you down against the soft mattress and hovered over you. “Are you ready, mommy?” You nodded at his question. 

          Leon spread your legs open, rubbing your clit in circles with your arousal. “Here I go,” He said before aligning his cock into your aching hole. Your heart was beating in anticipation. Leon held your waist before plunging his tip into you. Your eyes widened and gasped in shock. 

“L-Leon!” You whined and Leon grabbed your wrist and put your hand on his shoulder, kissing them. 

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’ll be gentle, I promise. Just hold onto me, darling.” He hushed you. The feeling was so overwhelming that you can’t help but sob. “Leon, it hurts!” You whined as he pushed himself deeper, penetrating your walls. 

              Leon was in bliss and groaned when your walls clenched around him. “Fuck, so tight!” He moaned as he went in deeper with such care. You keep your eyes closed, biting on your left hand while your right hand is holding on his shoulder. “Look at me, Y/n. Come on, baby.” He comforts you. 

             Through your tears, you looked at him and he leaned down to kiss your lips. “The pain will be gone soon, I promise. Don’t cry, my love. I’m here.” He whispered and kissed you passionately. Soon, the pain was put aside. Leon knows it the way you squirm underneath his touch. Your walls kept clenching around his girth causing him to grunt. 

“Fucking hell, pussy’s so tight!” He breathed out. “Are you ready, my love?” 

            You nodded your head in response. Leon held your waist and slowly moved his hips against your. He was gentle and careful with his movements. This night was supposed to be romantic and filled with pleasure. That's why he’s refraining himself from being rough with you when you’re still in a vulnerable state. 

“Oh my God, so huge!” You whined as you felt his huge length being inserted and withdrawn from your pussy. “I did not expect that my virginity would be taken by the same man who hurt me.” Leon scoffed at your comment. 

“But the man who hurt you is the one who will give you beautiful children. You still love that man because if you don’t, you wouldn’t let him take you under him and take your virginity.” He seductively whispered to your ear. 

             Soon, he started to go faster to your comfort. You looked him deeply into the eye as he held your thighs apart and shifted his position, reaching the deeper portion of your pussy. Leon smirked and grabbed your jaw to make you look at him firmly. “Tongue out,” He demanded and you obliged. He sucked your tongue and it turned into a sloppy kiss. 

“Faster, please…” You whispered between kisses. Leon stopped for a moment, waiting for you to repeat your request. “I need more!” You whined and he smirked. “You need more? Then, beg for it. You can beg, right? Go ahead.”

“Please, daddy! Go faster, please! I need more of you. Please, I’ll take it like a good girl!” 

             And that snapped Leon out of his senses. He started to go faster than before, sending you an overwhelming pleasure that caused you to arch your back. “Like this, darling?” Leon growled and you mewled in return. 

           His tip was hitting on your cervix. Due to his huge length and girth, it feels like he’s splitting you in half. Moans, groans, and skin slappings resonated in the room. Leon was in bliss, shoving his cock in and out of your drooling hole and earning sinful moans from you. This is what he waited and wanted to do for fifteen years…

“Fifteen years, my love…” He muttered as he drilled himself deeper into you. “I waited for fifteen years to have you in my arms again. I fucking love you so much!” He whimpered. 

          You are holding onto him for your dear life as his movements grew more intense and vigorous. You knew that this will be the last time you’ll have this intercourse with him. Oh, you just know it by just looking at this man who craves you badly. He’s determined to make you pregnant with his child, the key to ending the quarrel of both sides. 

“Do you know how lucky you are to be the mother of my child?” He asked as he pulled you closer, hips continuously thrusting and out of you. “Make sure that you are not taking your pills, my darling or else there will be no Little Kennedy in your womb. Understood?” 

“Ahhh~! Yes! My God, yes!” You wailed. A knot starts to form in your stomach and your legs tremble in pleasure. Leon knows that you’re close to reaching your orgasm so he puts more pressure by pressing his hand on your lower stomach. “Oh, my! Ahhh!” You cried out and he smirked, seeing you tearing up as he did so. You squirmed under his touch and tended to push him away but he put his weight onto you and held you down with your both legs on his both shoulders as he put you into the mating press. 

“Leon, can’t hold it anymore! I need to cum!” You mewled and he groaned when your walls clenched around him. He keeps going until you let out a scream and squirt. Leon pulled out and rubbed your clit with his tip as your juices gushed out of your pussy. 

           It stopped for a while and Leon pushed his cock back inside you. He made some few thrusts before having you squirt again, wetting his lower abdomen, some parts of his thighs, down to the bed. Leon pulled out and watched you burst out of you and jerked himself. 

          You helped him off by replacing his hand and gripping on his length, moving your hand up and down as his tip poked in and out of its skin. His cock was twitching and you can tell that he’s about to cum too. “Proceed, my love. Jerk me off. I’ll tell you when I am coming.” 

          In return, Leon slipped his middle finger and ring finger inside your soppy cunt thrusting them in and out. It makes squelching and wet sounds as he fingered you, touching the spongy spot that caused you to jolt and squeal. You glared at him while holding his wrist with your free hand while continuously jerking him off with the other. 

“What? I’m just returning the favor.” He smirked and curled his fingers inside you and hit the right spot that you squirted again on his hand. As releasing your juices, he withdrew his fingers and rubbed your clit again. “Darling, it’s good to keep stimulating your clit. It makes me want you more.” 

           As revenge, you quickened your jerking pace and he moaned and he held your wrist. Thinking that you are overstimulating him, you smirked but he grabbed your other hand and led it towards down his balls, letting you massage them. He moaned and threw his head back in pleasure. “Keep doing that.” He muttered. Soon, his cock became harder and started twitching. You took this as a sign and you fastened your face. 

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, fuck! Yes!” He growled and removed your hands before slamming his cock back deep into your pussy and his seeds spurted out of his tip, filling you up. 

           You closed your eyes and let your head down on the pillow as he filled you up. He cums a lot that some of them started flowing out of you. “Fuck, it feels so good…” You breathed out. He chuckled before leaning in and kissed your lips softly before pulling out. He crawled on top of you until his cock was right in front of your face. 

“Open up,” He demanded. You opened your mouth and the last drops of his cums landed on your tongue. He squeezed himself and when it was all empty, he tapped the tip against your lips and you sucked it clean. 

“That’s my girl.” He said before placing himself between your thighs again. 

              Leon watches a stream of his cum running out of you. You look so beautiful. He lowered his head between your legs and stuck out his tongue and gave your clit a small kitten licks. Some of his cums that are flowing out of you caught by his tongue and he used it to lubricate your swollen nub. 

             You closed your eyes and bit your finger while your other hand was gripping on his hair. Your legs were on his shoulder, toes curling in pleasure while your feet rub gently against his back. Leon collected his cum on his fingers and pushed it back inside you and licked you for the last time before pulling away. 

“Ready for round 2?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Yeah…” 

— 

            Leon decided to change your positions. You are now on top of him while he is underneath you. Leon held your waist and guided your dripping entrance to his cock. When the tip was plunged inside, you moaned as you sat with his cock sliding inside of you. 

“O-ow!” You whined and you felt him reach the deepest part of your pussy. 

              You looked down and your eyes widened in shock when you saw a bulge formed in your lower stomach. You gasped and touched it with such care. Leon saw this and he couldn't help but grin. “Look at this masterpiece, honey. Feel how deep I reached, sweetheart?” 

            You put your hands on  his chest to support your weight. “I feel numb.” You whispered. 

“Aww, come here…” He cooed and wrapped your arms around his waist. He adjusted your position before thrusting his hips up and down inside your pussy. 

            He doesn't mind if he does all the work. Your eyes are closed and your mouth is hanging open as sinful moans come out of it in every thrust he makes. Leon pistoned his hips and you jolted as his movements became rough and aggressive. Your moans sounds like you're having hiccups due to his fast movements. 

“Let me suck those boobs of yours,” He growled and cupped one of your breasts and sucked your nipple. This adds more pleasure to you that you can’t stop moaning and whining. Leon sucked it like a hungry man before sucking the other one. 

“Nipples are so soft. Our baby will definitely like it. Oh, I am gonna be so jealous that he gets to be breastfeed by his beautiful mother everyday, having her nipple into his mouth and suck her milk.” He chuckled and kissed your cleavage. 

“Your breasts will be even bigger when they start carrying milk for our child. Expect me already that I will fondle and suck them especially when you lactate.” 

              You moaned even more in overwhelming pleasure. Both of you were still overstimulated earlier that’s why your orgasm builds up quicker than the previous ones. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax as you feel his cock twitch and both of you are trembling. 

“Are you ready to become a mommy? Oh, my sweet Y/n… I am going to marry you. I wouldn’t want to give this child a life with unmarried parents. It would be better for him to legitimately carry my name.” He said between moans. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming! Cumming!” You cried as your legs trembled and you quiver. 

“You’ll be so beautiful, having your belly big and round as my child grows inside. My, my, my, I can’t wait to see our beautiful child together. We’ll welcome him into this world together and we’ll give him the best life away from bioterrorism.” 

“Leon, I can’t—” You were interrupted as he kissed you. You couldn’t help yourself anymore so you released your orgasm, your body jolting as you do so. Your walls suffocated his cock inside you and he did not stop. 

          He kept going and going until he couldn’t hold himself anymore.

“Take it, take it, take it! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” He moaned loudly and spurted his cum deep inside you. You feel so full and your energy is drained. You collapsed on top of him and caught your breath. 

“I love you…” You whispered. Leon heard it and giggled. 

“”I love you too…” 

—

             Leon pulled himself out of you. Like the previous one, you are dripping with his cum. He grabbed his phone and took a photo. You did not complain or remorse. You just let him be. Because the mattress was wet, Leon carried you to the room next to yours. There, you two laid down on the bed. Still naked, but covered in a blanket to keep yourselves warm. 

           You are looking outside through the window, admiring the city lights. Leon pulled you even closer to him and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes and nuzzled him and pressed your lips together. 

“This is not the last time we'll do this, right?” You asked.  

“You know, it’s hot and sexy to try in different places.” He replied. 

          You laughed and poked his nose. 

“You naughty daddy…” 

— To Be Continued...

[fictionalslvr]

SYNOPSIS: You always had a fear for slasher movies, but your boyfriend with a mask kink will help you with that.

PAIRING: Ghostface masked¡Leon x GN¡Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.430k

WARNINGS: SMUT/NSFW, roleplay, mask kink, Leon dresses as Ghostface, consent, fucking in the kitchen, on the counter, scream movies references! Dom¡Leon.

NOTES: Just wanted to do something for Halloween and not let it just pass through without nothing. Even if it's small, i hope you guys enjoy :)

You were gripping into the sheets of the couch. Your eyes were glued to the tv as you kept your body fumbling around to ease the fright away. The way the murderer on the screen was killing his victims with no pity was making your gut knot and a bad sensation creeping from your spine all the way up to your nape, and you swear you could hear voices screaming, pleading for your help and calling for your name as if you were the only one who could save them. Those poor souls, you couldn’t help them even if you wanted to. You closed your eyes when that grotesque man lifted his ax, ready to spare an innocent soul and just collected even more reasons to burn in the pit of hell for the rest of his post-life. The joints of your fingers were turning white as you grip tightly into the sheets, you couldn’t stand that movie not even a second anymore. And honestly, you didn’t know how your boyfriend was so normal about something that almost made you puke out your organs in disgust.

With an agonizing yelp, it was enough for you. You shut your eyes closed, feeling like you’re in the victim's skin and like you’re about to be killed. You were transported to that abandoned house of the movie, facing that assassin right in front of your eyes, you could see the lack of humanity in his eyes. Your chest was rising up and down non-stop, you looked around and saw how you didn’t have a way to escape, and the crows around were already hungry, his deep empty black eyes staring at you. The crows on the tree branch next roared. Without noticing, your boyfriend took the remote and paused the movie, finally taking note of your shaking state of fear.

—”Hey, baby…what happened?” Leon orotundly said, one of his hands making way to your shoulder. You jolted, still visibly startled, you opened your eyes to see around and see that you’re still in your house, safe. —”You don’t seem fine.”

His lips pursed as his face turned into a preoccupied frown. You took a sharp intake of air, slowly regaining your bearings.

—”I…I was…there.” You pointed to the tv, he followed your finger and tilted his head to the side. Slowly, the corners of his lips turned into a cheeky smile.

—”Oh. So is my precious angel scared?” He leaned closer, letting a sardonic chuckle escape as his biceps brought you closer to his body. —”There’s no need to be, okay? I’m right here to protect you.”

With a huff, you slapped his hand softly over your shoulder, in an attempt to push him away. That insolent smile made it clear that he was not taking you seriously at all.

—”I’m being serious, Leon.” You got up from the couch, with a sigh and looked down at your boyfriend, who’s carefreely manspreading there still. —”I don’t find it funny.”

He tried his best to vanish his smile, but he couldn’t. Instead, he got up with his hands on his thighs to help him raise his body up. His figure walks closer, his hands crawling all the way to your waist and bringing you close. Leon and his graceful pair of deep blue eyes darted to you, you always swore you could drown on them since the first time you looked at them.

—”I’m sorry, it was not my intention to make fun of you, darling.” Leon's face approached your neck, leaving a soft gentle kiss there that made you feel like levitating.

—”But you were making fun of me, I know that damn smile.”

—”Uhm, yeah. Maybe I was, just a little.” He melted into a laughter, you felt the hot air leaving his mouth and going against your skin, making your skin bristle. —”But don’t be mad at me, please. I couldn’t contain seeing you so scared because of a movie.”

—”You know that I don't like these slasher movies, they’re gross.”

—”You’re right. But they have hot villains too.”

—”Do you find those monsters hot, Leon?”

—”And who doesn't?” Your boyfriend lifted his face, he had a perplexed expression, speechless that you don’t seem to agree with him on that.

—”I don’t know how you find these…things hot.” Gesturing your hands to the tv, he gasped audibly, straightening up his stance to fight you with arguments.

—”And how DON’T you find them hot?” He shook his head in disbelief, pressing his own lips together. —”I don’t know how to explain, but the ones with masks are even better.”

—”You’re crazy.” It’s your time to giggle, finding it strange how he was defending his favorite characters.

—”Oh come on, you’re telling me that you never felt a single thing for Ghostface?”

—”I mean…was I supposed to?”

—“Of course, darling! He’s ironic and makes great jokes and plus, he has a hot voice.”

—”That modified voice?”

—”Yes, that one.” He smiled, biting his lower lip. You lifted one eyebrow at him, astonished. —”Look, I can prove to you that Ghostface is hot. You’ll see that you’re wrong.”

—”I doubt that, I'm mostly terrified by him.” You sighed, letting your body fall down into the couch again. Leon followed you, and quickly, you felt his weight above you, his hands around your body keeping you trapped into a big hug.

—”And why are you terrified by him?”

—”Look, I…I don't know exactly. But he creeps me out.” Honestly, you didn’t have exact reasons, maybe it is your (ir)rational fear of killers that made you feel like that.

—”Is it because of what is happening in the town?” Leon took one curl of your hair, playing with it whilist your body was being smashed by his weight.

—”You’re talking about all those deaths suddenly in the region? Maybe it is. The feeling that a serial killer close to us really scares me even more.”

—”But I'm here to protect you, silly.” He pouted, kissing your lips briefly as your hair curls are where his eyes were focused.

—”I know this, but what if you’re not around to protect me?”

—”It won’t happen. Now forget this thing for a moment.” Leon looked you in the eyes, kissing your lips again but this way lingering for more. You smiled at him.

—”I better trick myself into believing this.”

—”But hey…I may have a way to ease your fears right now.”

—”What are you planning to do, mister?” You giggled, not knowing what to expect next of your boyfriend plans. His smile turned wicked for a moment, he brought himself closer to your ear and whispered.

—”I bought a fantasy, and maybe this could help you out.”

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That’s where you find yourself now, somehow you agreed to this and decided to give it a try at your boyfriend’s fantasy. Against the cold countertop, your elbow was slightly cold due to the contact with the wood piece in your kitchen, the sound of your phone ringing startled you, making you dart your face to the phone in your hands, the unknown number calling out made you gulp down.

—”H-Hello…?” Holding the phone out next to your ear, you heard a heavy breathing on the other side, making your hands tremble.

—”What’s your favorite scary movie?” That firm and inexpressive voice asked you, just as Leon told it was going to be before. Even if you agreed to that, the fear is unbearable.

—”I…I don't like scary movies.”

—”Oh. And why don’t?”

—”Because they’re scary. I don’t like to feel scared.” You sighed. Walking around the kitchen with the phone close, you wonder where Leon is hiding during this roleplay.

—”Too scared, aren’t you just a precious angel?” He chuckled with that strange voice, making you twist your nose. —”You never told me your name.”

—”Why do you wanna know my name?”

—”I wanna know who I'm looking at.” That was not in the script. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest in the most cartoonist way possible, your eyes roaming everywhere to find where he is.

—”Leon…this was not in the script. Stop scaring me!” You blurted out to the air, not even the breathing was heard on the phone anymore. That’s when your eyes catch a glimpse you didn’t recognize.

A masked man in your window door outside, tilted his head to the side and waved at you. You felt your eyes slowly grow bigger by the sight. The phone fell from your hands right on the ground, Leon didn’t tell you about that. The lights frickle, making everything black in a flash, you yelped, holding onto your own shoulders and shutting your eyes in hope this was just a nightmare.

But the hands that creeped in your waist showed you this was no nightmare, it was totally real. In the darkness your breath hitched as that masked man made his way behind you, pulling you close to his body by the waist. When the light comes back again, you look over your shoulder.

—”Leon! What the hell was that?!”

—”Leon? Oh no. Sorry ‘bout your boyfriend. All those…muscles didn’t help much.” You tried to step back, the danger is right in front of you, and it’s not your boyfriend. That modified voice was making you want to pass out, your mind was dizzy when your hands tried to push him by the chest with no success.

—”I’m not joking! S-Stop this.”

—”You’re so pretty…and now you’re all mine.” His masked face leans closer, sniffing the crook of your neck and holding you in place with his arms.

—”Let me go! This is not fun at all.” You heard a chuckle coming from his lips, the man slowly made his way to the hem of his mask, taking it off to show that familiar blonde hair and blue eyes. Your lungs finally rest, taking a deep relieved breath. The voice you hear next is not unknown anymore.

—”You fucker! Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do that?”

—”It would ruin the fright.” Leon leaned closer, kissing your cheeks gently after almost making your soul fly away from your body. —”I’m sorry, if I was cruel, I would keep going. But I don't want to make anything further without your permission.”

—”And…what do you want to do?” He pushes your body against the counter, lifting you and putting your weight down on that cold counter.

—”I love and hate to see you scared, my angel. Makes me want to protect and fuck you at the same time.”

—”You’re a kinky freak, Leon.” You two chuckle together, Leon put his hands on your thighs to caress your skin softly.

—”Maybe i am. Would it be a problem to you to be fucked by me with the mask?” Your eyes go wide with his suggestion, you make a perplexed face to him, pressing your lips together to think. —”Please, angel…I always wanted to do that.”

That alluring voice, you couldn’t deny anything to it. With a light chuckle, you shake your head.

—”Okay…okay. But only this time.” Leon celebrated it with a boyish giggle, kissing your lips deeply before putting on that mask again. —”Use your own voice too, please.”

He nodded, his face no longer visible before his hands lifted all the way underneath to your skirt. He quickly played with the hem of your panties, you could already visualize your boyfriend’s smirk behind that mask.

—”Can I, my angel?” It’s your time to nod, biting your lower lip to suppress the pathetic moan to escape from your lips. It was strange, but somehow…it was turning you on.

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You never thought about having this. The love of your boyfriend with slasher movies and masked villains was normal, at least you thought so. But after seeing Leon in that mask, something inside you changed, you were no longer scared about that stranger in the mask, because he’s not a stranger anymore. In fact, that mask made something inside you tremble, the way he had the great ability to know everything that turn you on, to know exactly that rubbing your sensitive spot while pushing his fingers inside your hot walls made you whimper, hiding your face on his chest as your hands shake on his muscled arms holding you by the waist.

As by now, you were screaming his name, craving for more and finding that mask facing you whilst his hips jerked further to push his dick even more deep inside your drooling hole, he stimulated you too much already, it felt too good. He was sure more excited this time, after all, making sex with one of his biggest kinks was only telling him to keep going even more. He was breathing heavily too, feeling in bliss to finally be able to do something he’s been dreaming about. He was scared you were not going to accept due to your fear with slasher movies, but something about the way you scream his name tells him he’s doing the right thing. As crazy as it seems, having sex with that Ghostface fantasy made something change into his lover, the fear was slowly popping out of your silly head, making way to a new…kink. All due to your hot boyfriend using that mask, but could you blame yourself for that? Not really.

—”Having fun, baby?” He mumbled in between grunts, pushing faster and faster inside you as if he’s fucking the fear out of you. You felt brainwashed, now you want to see more of Leon masked, just to watch as his dick goes inside and out of you as the mask faces you.

—”Fu-Fuuck! Yes!” Leon chuckled, finding it all very amusing. You were already so hot, but you underneath him were crying in whimpering for more with the mask on? He could never forget that.

It felt intimate, you trusted him with your fear. And somehow, was helping out.

—”Not so scared anymore, huh? Freaky.” Leon made fun of the situation, that sarcastic giggle making you want to hit him in the head, but that was not possible due to your blissful state now.

For someone who was so scared of slasher movies, this was quite hot. It sure is an extraordinary way to spend Halloween, discovering a new kink all because your boyfriend is way hotter than you expected with a mask. As though you loved to see his, not seeing was a hot mystery you’re starting to like even more. "Just this time" was all a lie now.

[ink-through-her-veins]

Merlin’s a sneaky being. The knights are duty bound to protect their prince so they decide to figure out what Merlin’s up to.

Leon tries to stop them, but they persevere and figure out Merlin has magic. They assume Arthur knows because they’re close and everyone agrees Merlin wouldn’t hurt anyone. They give Merlin his privacy and think nothing of his little adventures and middle of the night trips to the Prince’s rooms.

Arthur thinks people are on to their secret, because he sees the way the knights treat Merlin and of course he’s getting the mistress treatment. It’s just a matter of time before everyone in Camelot knows. When he tries to figure out if any of his knights know anything he gets knowing glances and promises of silence.

So everyone is very confused the day Merlin uses his magic to thwart an assassination attempt while naked in the Prince’s bed.

[angelynmoon]

What if, instead of Merlin or Arthur or Morgana or Lancelot going back in time to fix things instead it's Gwaine, caught in a time loop, everytime he dies he ends up back in that tavern that he first met Merlin in.

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The first time he meets Merlin, the very first time he still choses to fight with them, he looks into Merlin's confused blue eyes as he introduces himself and knows his life is forever changed.

Gwaine won't say it was love at first sight but it was something similar, a moment where it felt like the world fell into place, 'oh, there you are,' he remembered thinking, 'I've been looking for you.'

And that was every reason why he kept answering Merlin's call to help, he couldn't help it, it was nice knowing that he was Merlin's first choice to help, even if it was for Arthur.

The first time, that very first time, he didn't know about Merlin's magic, didn't know what he did to protect them, the sacrifices Merlin had made.

That first time Gwaine survived Arthur's death and Merlin's execution for having magic when he returned to tell Guinevere of Arthur's death. She couldn't pardon Merlin, the council overruled her and Merlin Burned.

Gwaine had stayed for Guinevere and Leon, to keep her safe as she worked to repeal the ban on Magic, for Merlin, for Morgana and all the innocents that had died for the anger and grief of one man.

Gwaine had died soon after, drinking poison slipped into Guinevere's goblet, choking and gasping as Leon and Percival had searched to capture the assassin Gwaine hadn't minded dying in his Queen's lap, held in her arms as she begged him to stay awake.

No, Gwaine hadn't minded dying, at least he'd get to see Merlin again.

Gwaine had woken in that dark little tavern he'd first met Merlin in, it'd been confusing but Gwaine hadn't minded that either, he got to relive finding Merlin, making him blush, falling in love with him all over again and getting him to fall in love with him back.

Merlin's sweet kisses made every heartbreak worth it.

The first few times, Gwaine didn't change anything, still thinking it was a weird afterlife, but eventually he couldn't bare to watch Merlin Burn again, threw himself on the pyre to go with him and learned that no matter how he died he'd end up in that no name tavern.

It wasn't always the same time that Merlin and Arthur would be there, sometimes it was years earlier, sometimes weeks, sometimes it was days, but it was always that same tavern where his life was forever changed.

There were times he ran from the tavern as soon as possible, he wasn't proud of it, but he couldn't fall in love just to watch Merlin Burn.

Gwaine would find Merlin eventually anyway, if not in the Perilous Lands, then he'd find him in the fighting ring while he looked for the Cup of Life.

Sometimes he'd meet Lancelot first and when Lancelot answered Merlin's call Gwaine would follow.

He fell for Merlin everytime, couldn't help it, he could no more stop loving Merlin than he could change Destiny.

He'd tried.

Sometimes he'd find Morgana and behead her without guilt, he'd burn her body like Merlin's had burned so many times and scatter her ashes far and wide, but nothing changed, in the lives that Gwaine killed Morgana, Mordred would take her place, in the lives Gwaine killed Mordred as a child, Merlin always Burned before they met.

In the few lives that Gwaine chose to behead King Uther before Morgana and Morgause could invade Camelot it was Gwaine that Burned, he didn't mind that so much, better him than Merlin.

Merlin never watched, always turned from the sight, those moments made Gwaine wonder if he felt the same loss as Gwaine did when the never had time to fall in love.

There was one life that Gwaine decided to kill Arthur instead and had been torn apart by Merlin's own Magic, he doesn't think Merlin meant to, not with the way the man had cradled him at the end as he died, that had been the first time Gwaine wondered how much Merlin had sacrificed for Arthur's life.

It wouldn't be the last.

He discovered one life that Lancelot knew about Merlin's Magic, that he knew Merlin intended to take Arthur's place to seal the Veil. Helped cover for Merlin when Lancelot was helping him with Magic Beasts and Sorcerers.

He never told Merlin he knew.

One life Gwaine chose to take Lancelot's place to seal the Veil.

The return to the Tavern was strange that time, it felt longer, colder.

But return he did, as he always did.

That life he proposed to Merlin instead of introducing himself, was shocked when Merlin said yes.

When he woke in Merlin's bed he'd kissed him and said he was still going to marry him if he was willing.

That life he'd stayed in Camelot from the first time, using his Noblity to avoid banishment, thankfully he and Merlin had already exchanged vows before Geoffry with Arthur as witness so Uthur could not stop him and Merlin from being together.

That life he died when Morgana wanted to set an example, that life Merlin had turned Camelot's castle into rubble and Morgana and Morgause into ash as Gwaine had bled out.

That life Gwaine had died cradled in the arms of the man he loved in so many lives as Uthur ordered his husband's execution, as Arthur tried to change Uthur's mind.

That life Gwaine had lived long enough to hear Merlin ask Lancelot to kill him with the sword that killed immortal men.

He did not live long enough to know if Lancelot did as asked.

After that, some lives Gwaine would seek Merlin out, he'd turn up in Ealdor and make a shy young Warlock fall in love with him, he never asked why the flowers he gave never wilted, and when he went off to Camelot, Gwaine would follow, would marry him in the quiet morning before they left Ealdor, Hunith smiling happily.

In those lives Gwaine told Merlin to share his secret with Morgana, to help her control herself, in those lives Merlin and Morgana stood together against Morgause, in those lives Magic was let free under Uther's rule and Morgana offered a child to them to raise, in those lives Merlin died an old man with grandchildren and the flowers never wilted in Camelot's castle.

In one life Gwaine went searching for Balinor instead if Merlin, he begged the man to share his knowledge with him, in that life Gwaine slayed the Great Dragon without remorse, a dragon's heart is on the right, not the left, Gwaine always remembered, and he took Merlin to meet his father in secret and watched as their relationship bloomed.

Why Gwaine returned to that Tavern when he died he never found out, there were no tales of such a thing happening, the Druids didn't know either and Uthur had burned so many books and the other Kingdoms had as well, even the Castle of The Fisher King held no answers for him.

But life after life he found himself finding Merlin, one day he'd find out how to break the curse of his family, one day he'd eventually live one last life with the man he loved, one day his line would be free, but for now, Gwaine wakes up in the Tavern where he met the man he Loved over a thousand lives.

"I'd like to see you try." Merlin snorted into his mug.

"You just had to open your big mouth, didn'tyou Merlin?" Arthur said.

And Gwaine, Gwaine got up to meet Destiny in a small, no account Tavern.

Maybe he'd propose to Merlin again instead of introducing himself.

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A/n: just a little thought I had and demanded to be written.

You know for someone who reads mainly Arthur/Merlin, I never seem to write Arthur/Merlin.

[reagi-df]

Master Post

Hey, I just wanna say thank you for everyone who's taken the time to read this comic, as well as my other art; I've never done anything like this before and seeing people seem to like it means a lot to me, I've only really been drawing constantly for about 3 years now, and that was mostly people not mutants, and being self taught it really does make me happy that its turned out as okay as it could be at the moment! This pin will be subject to change

Ao3

Forgive Me - Master Post

They thought having to live and die in a kraang-invested future would be the least of their problems. But having found themselves in the past, a past where the kraang were stopped in time, brings up secrets and lies that had meant to have stayed buried.

With threats looming above their heads while their family becomes fractured, they try so hard to keep their lives from unravelling

But it’s falling apart quicker than they realise. And Donnie isn’t sure he can fix it, but like hell is he going to lose his family again.

Prodigy - Master Post

Sep!Leo au where he was raised by the council of heads and becomes one of their assassins.

TMNT AU COMP

Cleo and Leon - au competition

Bad timeline Raph and Donnie - au comp

Cleo and Leon P2 - au com lost and found

Cleo and Leon P3 - au comp adopt a Leo today

Other wips

Runnin’ from the daylight , sketches

Years we’ve lost - old art, 1, 2, NEW concept

Jr’s home video - Donnie, Leo,

BB - WIP

TC - WIP

Armageddon Brothers - Fic, turtles and beast concept, Death and Reaper

Co @kinky-asexual, @devotedtosadpoetr, @ninjaneonleon

Sneak peak

Pestilence & Plague

Lifetime - LeoSagi/Leoichi

Crossover - Cleo and Vermin

Resident Evil x TMNT - The twins , Twins concept, Leo and Chris

Things go bump in the dark -

Leo’s unicorn’s

Ew Leo

Gemini Twins

Vermin

EMD

[lookingforhappy]

the commission had Leon Trotsky - who was a important figure in the Russian revolutions, was second in command to Valdimir Lenin, and who opposed Stalin's politics - assassinated.

the file this is found in is addressed as one of Five's cases ↑

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MEMORANDUM ON INTENDED EVENTS RE: THE DEATH OF LEON TROTSKY August 21, 1940 Background: On 24 May 1940, Trotsky survived a raid on his villa by armed assassins led by the NKVD agent Iosif Grigulevich and Mexican painter David Alfaro Siqueiros. Trotsky's 14-year-old grandson, Vsevolod Platonovich "Esteban" Volkov (born 7 March 1926), was shot in the foot, and a young assistant and bodyguard of Trotsky, Robert Sheldon Harte, was abducted and later murdered. Trotsky's other guards fended off the attackers. Event to Occur: With the previous attack thwarted, the following is to take place, ensuring continuity. Trotsky has already created cover by claiming that Josef Stalin would seek additional assassination attempts. On 20 August 1940, Trotsky will be attacked in his study with an ice axe by one Mr. Mercader, whom he has not previously met. Our agent will assume the guise of Mr. Mercader. The blow to his head is to be bungled and fail to kill Trotsky instantly, but nonetheless prove fatal. A struggle will ensue and though the agent is to be captured, his extraction will occur at a future moment of Commission discretion, at which time a bosy double will be placed as perpetrator and will stand trial for the assault. His sacrifice for the Commission will be noted in the logs. Witnesses are to see the following and make their claims to the new media and local law enforcement: that Trotsky spat on Mercader and began struggling fiercelt with the assasilant, which results in Mercader's hand being broken. Hearing the commotion, Trotsky's bodyguards burst into the room and nearly killed you, but Trotsky will stop them, stating that the assassin should be made to answer questions. Trotsky will then be taken to a hospital, operated on, and survive for more than a day, dying at the age of 60 on 21 August 1940 from exsanguination and shocck. The agent will testify at trial and remain imprisoned until the moment of extraction and replacement by the secrificial unit. A history of Trotsky's exile: In February 1929, Trotsky was deported from the Soviet Union to his new exile in Turkey. During his first teo months in Turkey, Trotsky lived with his wife and eldest son at the Soviet Union Consulate in Constantinople and then at a nearby hotel in the city. In April 1929, Trotsky, his wife and son were moved to the island of Buyukada (aka Prinkipo) by the Turkish authorities. On Prinkipo, they were moved into a house called the Yanaros mansion, where Trotsky and his wife lived until July 1933. During his exile in Turkey, Trotsky was under the surveillance of the Turkish police forces of Mustafa Kemal Pasha. Trotsky was also at risk from the many former White Army officers who lived on Prinkipo, officers who had opposed the October Revolution and who had been defeated by Trotsky and the Red Army in the Russian Civil War. However, Totsky's European supporters volunteered to serve as bodyguards and assured his safety. Trotsky's house, the Yanaros mansion on the island of Buyukada in Turkey, as it

TROTSKY ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT INTELLIGENCE SUMMARY Place | Date | Hour | Summary of Events and Information | Remarks MOSCOW, April | 2. | A deviation occured in the first agent's plot assassinate Leon Trotsky in May of 1940. | EF 5. | Progress in planning of the second plot, for August 20, 194, has progressed unhindered. | SB MEXICO CITY May | 7. | Leon Trotsky will be in his study on August 20, 1940, as expected, and will be welcoming his guest, one Mr. Mercader, whom he has never met previously. | - 9. | The tool to be used for this attack, an ice axe, will be placed in discrete location No. 224-MC-B12, Annex 16, per Commission protocol. | EF 20. | The Mission objective will be carried out, after which time the parameters of expected history will be reset to their correct trajectories. | TD Instructions regarding Intelligence Summaries are contained in Regula II and the Management Manual. Title pages will be prepared in manuscript.

To CASE MANAGER 0038 From FIELD AGENT 00293 Subject Trotsky assassination attempt Pneumatic Transit Code [multiple strongs of number as seen in the image above] My recommendation is to reconsider our current outlook concerning the viability of the subject's tool of action, the ice axe, in light of recent events. The project has stalled at numerous points over the past months and contines to progress at a menial pace. Should the current iteration of the device be completed as is it will fail to provide enough force to puncture the fuel tank given the density of the aluminum alloy used in the manufacturing of the encasement. I expect that the subject will proceed as required.

[fisherkn1ght]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE: Arisen & Pawn(s) Edition

tagged by: @bees-tes-blog (THANK YOU AGHH🥹)

tagging: @garzzum 😈

(I THINK MOST OF MY MUTUALS HAVE BEEN TAGGED but if you see this.. it's a sign to stop everything and fill this out IMMEDIATELY!!)

(game under the cut ((: )

ARISEN: LEONEN

(I realize I have..0 nice screenshots of him. oh well)

nicknames: 'Leon' (by others), 'Little lion' (by pawn)

age: Ranges, starting from 19~24, ending around 37

race: elven, though from a different region than the Vermudian elves

gender: cis male (if he really thought on it, though, he'd consider himself some degree of apagender)

orientation: gay, demisexual

moral alignment: chaotic good (I thinmk..)

class/subclass: started out as an assassin (DDDA), aligned with warfarer for most of his years as an arisen, but ended as a magick archer/trickster when the left side of his body was burned to the point of being non-functional.

background: Raised in a quiet, distant fishing village for most of his childhood. Once 18, he set sail with his beloved. Upon making their home in Melve, a dragon razed the village shortly after, murdering his beloved and leaving him as that world's Arisen, however unwilling he may have been to the role.

interests/hobbies: fishing and sailing (as a sentimental hobby), bird keeping (lovebirds), and writing (:

languages: a basic understanding of common, but his background is fluency in elven (and it is his preference). He has selective mutism, however, so speaking (with others in general) is often difficult even in his birth language

height: 156 (SHORTTTT)

colors: solid reds, dark purples, and black (:

fruits: fig, passion fruit

alcoholic beverages: Just a solid mead or ale, to take the edge off of whatever state he's in.

smokes: No, it reminds him of his late lover (who was always on greenwarish)

drugs: No

drivers oxcart license: he claims to have one (jumping on the backs of unsuspecting oxen does count right..right..)

ever been arrested: yes.. but he will always deny it (the guards shouldn't have been there) because he is an angel💖

PLAYLIST BECAUSE..ofc🙈: Leonen

PAWN: N'GALAM

nicknames: "little lamb" (by arisen)

age: appears late-twenties

race: Vermudian elven

gender: transgender male (later id's as transmasc)

orientation: aromantic, unlabeled for sexual orientation

moral alignment: chaotic neutral (methinks..)

class/subclass: begins as a warrior, persists as a mage, ends as a sorcerer

background: summoned by his arisen after wandering the Rift for most of his life. Despite their abrasive relationship, they softened eachother for the better. He had initially come to him as a pawn named Angmare, and for the first few years of gaining a conscience (with the arisen's presence) he began to feel uncomfortable, and even sickened by what he was perceived to be. In a possessed fit of rage shortly after contracting dragonsplague, he'd clawed out his own chest and declared himself anew to Leonen (after returning from the rift, that is😭).

interests/hobbies: loveloveLOVES dancing and music, along with stargazing (preferably from inside, though), and making jewelry with the scraps they collect from battle.

languages: common and Vermudian elvish, learned his arisen's dialect later.

height: 203 (I think..🙈)

colors: deep/royal purples, burgundy, black, soft turquoise

fruits: papaya, pineapple

alcoholic beverages: he steals the fruit wines that are wasting away aging in their storage

smokes: noo

drugs: nooo

drivers oxcart license: no (he despises the smell of ox poo... it's worth walking the whole way to him)

ever been arrested: he says they'll never find the bodies (he hasn't)

AWESOME SEXY BEAUTIFUL PLAYLIST: N'galam

thank you for suffering along with my world building that 100% makes sense 🤝

[deadbydangit]

Hi! Hello :D

First i want to say that I really love your writing ❤️

If you still take request can you do Leon, Wesker, chris and Jill reacting to a reader/survivor that is written like Yor Forger (Spy x Family; she's an assassin). Where they witnessed her strength and somehow knocked out a killer (like nemesis or pyramid head) with her kick with ease, or using her golden needles as a weapon against killers?

I've uh, never actually seen Spy x Family (I know, I know). So I'm going to tweak this a bit. I only do three characters per request, so I'm going to leave Jill out.

With a reader who is really strong.

Leon, Mastermind, Chris

Leon S Kenney

Leon knows for sure that he isn't the strongest around.

But he does know a strong person when he sees one.

Years of combat experience have taught him to spot people like that.

So when he saw you punch Michael in the face, he wasn't too surprised.

But he also was surprised.

I mean, it was Michael Myers.

You didn't knock them out, but still.

It's Micheal Myers!

And you punched him.

But he's also very impressed.

Not just with your strength.

But with your bravery and skill.

Brute strength is nice.

But you have to have a means to control it.

Otherwise it's all wasted.

Despite still having a high skill level, he's still going to help you train.

You can never stop learning how to be better.

How to be stronger and improve your skills.

His training sessions are intense, but not overly brutal.

He knows when to stop and when you've hit your limit.

He would never want to push you too far.

He just cares about you and wants to see the best out of you.

Mastermind

You were actually in a trial with him when he first noticed your skills.

You actually punched him.

Pretty hard too.

Instead of being angry, he was impressed.

Okay, he was a little angry.

But mostly impressed.

So much so that instead of hooking you, he wanted to learn more about you.

He'll approach you outside of a trial, making sure you know he's not trying to be hostile.

He simply wants to know more about you.

"Where did you learn that technique?"

"Who was it that taught you?"

He's not trying to be intrusive.

He is genuinely curious.

It's not everyday someone is strong enough to punch the great Albert Wesker (Chris Redfield being the only exception).

"Perhaps, we could train together sometime. It would be beneficial for both of us to hone our skills on different opponents."

AKA. He wants to make sure you're never able to punch him again.

But, he won't do it exclusively for his benefit.

Someone like you deserves to learn more combat skills.

You have a real talent for it, and he wants to watch you thrive.

Chris Redfield

It's going to take a lot to impress Chris.

This man punched a giant boulder and actually moved it.

So impressing him with strength is pretty damn hard.

But, if you do actually manage to catch his attention, that means you must be something else entirely.

Are you even human?

He doesn't mean that in a rude way, he really doesn't have much of a filter.

He's just in awe of your strength.

So much so, that he thinks he might be in love with you the first time he sees you punch somebody.

Especially if it's Wesker.

You have lots of raw talent.

And he isn't about to let all of that go to waste.

You'll be training with him whether you like it or not.

And his training sessions are intense.

They can last hours.

You'll have to remind him that not everyone is like him.

He'll ease up after that.

It's just his way of showing he cares about you.

Hey, give the guy a break, he's kind of a blockhead.

But he's a blockhead who loves you.

[e-vasong]

i saw a post a while back where someone jokingly proposed leon kennedy/ethan winters and I was like haha yeah that’s funny i can kinda see it. except I have not stopped thinking about it since. i don’t even want them to meet through bioweapon shit. chris introduced them and just didn’t say anything about mold or secret agents and they never figured it out. like ethan and mia break up after dulvey but remain friends. ethan is trying very hard to live a normal life and recover while supporting mia’s attempts to take down the connections from the inside—until she goes missing again and he decides to track her down. leon is exhausted from his years of service, and he’d do anything to make sure that ethan gets to stay oblivious and safe at home, even if that means they don’t get to see each other as much as either of them wants, and even if that means that leon can never tell ethan the truth about what he does.

and then leon gets ordered to assassinate this lady called “miranda” who’s recently kidnapped a researcher that’s been doing spy work for the BSAA. and he gets to be very cool and sexy and weird and traumatized until he sees his boyfriend mcstruggling his way through the labs and then he just

[rveyjules]

A Second Chance

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Prime Minister's Daughter! Reader (ft. Ada Wong)

Genre: Smut, Romance, Angst

Warning: cheating, Leon is obsessed with the reader, taking photos, the reader is cold but deep inside she’s a sweetheart, mentions of arranged marriage, pure smut (masturbation, foreplay, kissing, breasts fondling and sucking, markings,  p in v intercourse, virgin sex, penetrative sex, Leon is huge [I think it's at least 9 inches, sheesh], creampie, aftercare)

Word Count: 4.8k+

Summary: As the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister and one of the faces of the family, you received multiple assassination attempts. So, your father hired someone to keep an eye on you. And to your surprise, out of all people, it was Leon Kennedy your father picked for you. You and Leon had a secret relationship but soon did not last because another woman came into his life. Now that the both of you meet again, will it be the start of chaos or a continuation of romance?

author's note: This is the third part of my story. It was supposed to be posted yesterday but then our internet went oops. This story is entirely fictional. I do not know exactly what the President and the Prime Minister do for the country. It is the same with the occupation of being a prosecutor and the chief of the CIA. English is not my mother tongue, so please don't hesitate to let me know if you encounter mistakes and grammatical errors. This is only for entertainment purposes only. And minors, please do your homework first.

Part 1 Part 2

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“I need to talk to you,” You started in a stern tone. 

          Okay, change of plans, you thought. Leon nodded and stood aside and let you in. You went inside, looking around his apartment unit. His place was dimmed, reflecting his personality. You heard him close the door and approached you. 

“How did you know that I am living across from your place?” He asked and you scoffed. 

“Isn’t this place included in your address in your personal data? I checked it.” You replied looking around his place.

          He does not have too much stuff. A TV, couch, coffee table, and a carpet in the living room. His kitchen has a stove, oven, a sink, and a dish organizer. And his room which you are expecting to be neat and tidy with a closet, a comfortable bed, a desk with whatever he has. 

“I won’t stay too long. I just want to tell you some things.” 

“Well, you don’t need to go here. You can just call me.”

“But I want to see you personally,” With your answer, Leon smirked and crossed his arms to his chest, looking at you with his brow raised. You cleared your throat and continued. “I mean, you are my bodyguard so I believe there’s nothing wrong if the boss personally visited her employee.” 

“Since when did you start explaining yourself?” Leon smirked, making you speechless. 

               You don’t like explaining yourself when you have made a decision and this time is beyond unexpected. “Are you questioning my decision to explain myself? Your face brightened up when I said I want to meet you personally but the reason why I am here is to tell you something.” 

“And what is it, sweetie?” He added. 

“Stop with the nicknames, Leon. I am not playing around with you. I just want to warn you that David is getting suspicious of us. Your gestures are crossing the line of the relationship of the boss and her bodyguard. If David noticed it, what more when the people do?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t you think because your former bodyguards don't show how bodyguards must act protective like I do around you? No wonder bullets managed to be fired without the guard realizing that someone has threatened your life.” 

“Leon, I know that you are trying to get closer to me again. Your blazer jacket won’t protect me from bullets.” You rebutted. 

“Hah! That’s what you thought! That blazer jacket is bulletproof. The President gave it to me personally. Don’t you appreciate the President’s effort to protect you?”

“I do appreciate him!” You snapped. “And why are you talking back to me? I am your boss! You have no right to— hmph!” Leon interrupted you by cupping your cheeks and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you lovingly. 

          You were surprised by the sudden action and tried to push him away but Leon didn’t let you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and waist, bringing you closer to him. He truly missed you, he missed kissing you, he missed embracing you into his arms. Slowly, you give in to him. You did not kiss him back but you did not pull away or attempt to push him away. You just let him be. 

            The kiss lasted until both of you needed to pull away to breathe. Leon was smiling at your flushed expression and kissed your cheek. “Don’t scold me anymore. I understand that you are just protecting your image. But please also understand why am I being affectionate of you aside from protecting you from harm luring around.” 

“That’s because I am marrying David,” You added. “I don’t want to look like I am being unfaithful to my fiance.” 

“You’re just using him as your excuse. Too bad that trick of yours did not work on me.”

              He’s right. Including David in this conversation is just your way of hiding the reason why you go there. You wanted to confront him already. You have a lot of questions in your mind that are still unanswered. You badly want them to be solved right away. Seeing Leon after fifteen years is unbearable for you. And he knows it. 

             Leon felt that you were tearing up, unable to express the feeling you wanted to express. You felt weak, feeling the lump forming in your throat that prevents you from speaking. He hugged you, resting your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. You stayed like that, feeling each other’s warmth. 

“I hate you… so much.” You whispered.

“And I love you more, darling.” He replied, gently tilting your head up and pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply.

—

               The next day, you went to the White House after receiving a call from the President that there’s something that needs to be discussed regarding the conflict between the US and Russia. The meeting took three hours. You gave suggestions and the President appointed specific government agencies to settle things first with Russia before deciding if there will be a war if Russia did not agree on the agreement that was prepared by the US. Being the President’s secret weapon is a big responsibility. He trusts your plans and suggestions along with other government agencies. You are one of the representatives of the US in the UN. Other world leaders acknowledged your presence. And that’s the proof that you are one of the most powerful women in the world.

               You are now currently in the waiting room, alone while reading a book. The President told you to wait for your father to come as he needs to attend another meeting with the councils. While waiting, you heard the door open. You turned your head and saw David, grinning from ear to ear.

“So, how is the show? Shall I give you an award as the Outstanding Seductress of All Time?” He teased you as he closed the door behind him and walked towards you. 

               You rolled your eyes on him, “I did your advice. Where’s my $100,000?” You asked directly to the point. David gasped at you. “You seriously went naked and danced while your stalker was watching?!” 

“For the sake of $100,000, I did.” 

“What?! Seriously?!” David couldn’t believe that you actually did that and be unbothered at the ridiculous action you made. 

             You did not regret it. Knowing that your stalker was always keeping an eye on you whether it was private or out in public. You flipped the page of the book and smirked. “If I were you, I wouldn’t include money if you’re making a dangerous bet with a woman like me. So, yeah. $100,000 must be added to my bank account right now.” 

“Fine,” David grinned and pulled out his phone and opened his bank app and sent you the money. 

            Your phone dinged, saying that you received the money already. You opened your phone and to your surprise, David only sent you $1. You shoot him a death glare and close the book. David loves annoying you and he knew that he fucked up. 

            You pounced on him, sitting on his lap and took his phone out of his grasp. Thankfully, his phone isn’t locked yet so you tapped some icons to send money. David moved, trying to grab his phone back but you shoved him off and stood up to proceed in sending the money to your account. 

“Yah! Give me my phone!” David whined. You ignored him and sent the $99,999 left to complete the $100,000 bet.

           After successfully sending the money, you press the home screen and to your surprise, you are David’s wallpaper. You smirked and looked at him, showing his wallpaper. “What is this?” You teased me. 

“Give it back to me!” David hissed, attempting to take his phone back but you ran around the room while he was trying to get his phone back. You keep running until David pounces on you, causing you to fall to the floor. 

               Both of you are wrestling each other with loud noises coming from your mouths. Leon, who came back to the White House after dealing with some stuff, went to the waiting room where you are in. He got inside of the room without knocking and then… his heart dropped to his stomach. He saw David being on top of you. You felt his presence so you decided to give the phone back to David and pushed him off you. 

“O-oh… Agent Kennedy!” David greeted him, still trying to reach for his phone, meaning that he was moving his body against yours that was inappropriate for Leon. 

             In the end, David grabbed his phone from your grasp and got off you. You scoffed and stood up, fixing your skirt. Leon was stunned, seeing you in a submissive position under David. He cleared his throat and spoke…

“Miss L/n, your father has arrived.” There’s a jealousy in his voice. He couldn’t even look you in the eye. 

“Alright, I’m coming.” You went to the couch and grabbed your purse before leaving the door with Leon, tailing behind you. 

—

            As usual, you did not have a good conversation with your dad. He was still persuading you to marry David to keep the family’s legacy and to be powerful in the future. He was planning to run for the position of the President after the current President’s term ends. Having you beside him is a big advantage. With your influence, he trusts your plans to make him successfully reach the top. 

           You would help your father, yes. But he is crossing the boundary already. He had been pressuring you ever since. Even after you survived the apocalypse, your father did not even ask you how you are. Instead, he scolded you for going there and accused you of seeing someone in that city. Well, yes. Leon’s the reason why you go there. You went to Raccoon City to congratulate him personally on his first day as a police officer. But then, shit happens. 

           There are times where you’d glare at him behind his back. He looks like he’s a good family man in public, smiling at children and wife. But behind closed doors, he was a demanding father. He’s expecting his children to bring him fortune and help him climb the political ladder. That’s why his children studied Law. But among his children, you are the most unfavored one. 

           Your father argued about your arranged marriage with David. You received a lot of hurtful words. You were used to it but this time… you couldn’t take it anymore.

“You are nothing but a disgrace in this family! After all the things I’ve done for you—” He said but you interrupted him. “You’ve done nothing but to bring me pain, Papa!” You snapped at him. 

          Your father was shocked to hear you talking back to him. 

“I’ve done everything for you, Papa! I did everything you told me to do! But it’s too much…” You lowered your voice as tears started falling down your eyes. 

“Why are you crying? I am not even giving you a reason to cry!” He yelled at you. 

“You did a lot of times, Papa! There are a lot of reasons for me to cry but there’s only one cause and that’s you! No one has given me this kind of pain but my own father! You never comforted me after I survived the zombie apocalypse in Raccoon City! You wanted me to be like this and to be like that and I did because I am your obedient daughter! And you always turn your back on me when I need you the most…” You sobbed. 

“For you, I am not your daughter, but your retirement plan.” 

            After that, you left your father in pain. You asked Leon to bring you home. You told the executive secretary to tell the President that there’s an urgent meeting in the law firm as well as you need to do something in the CIA. Leon knew that something wasn't right despite his jealousy. Your eyes were telling him that you needed someone to lean on. And in your case, no one knows what kind of comfort you need. Not Ashley, not David, the President, or even your own family. 

              During your ride, you fell asleep without noticing because of exhaustion. Leon saw you sleeping in peace so he decided to go to McDonald's drive thru to buy some food for you to eat when you wake up. Back then, when you are still together, eating relieves your stress. That’s why you’d ask him to buy you food when he comes home from the Police Academy. He remembers every detail of what to do when you are in this kind of situation. He also bought you sodas, juices, and chocolates because you have a sweet tooth. 

            While he was out, buying you chips from the convenience store, you stirred awake. You were quite confused why the hell are you in the parking lot of a convenience store. You peeked out and found Leon inside with bags of your favorite chips in his arms, walking to the counter. You smiled a little, realizing that he remembers what to do when you felt uneasy. When he was coming back, you returned to your sleeping position and closed your eyes, pretending to sleep. 

           You heard the door open and Leon get inside, looking at your sleeping figure. He smiled and held your hand for a second before putting the plastics of chips and drinks in the passenger seat beside his seat. He closed the door and drove away to the place where you can be free and ease the heavy feeling you have. 

             The ride was so long that you fell asleep again. When you woke up, it was already sunset. Leon wasn’t in the driver’s seat which confused you. You peeked out of the window and found that you are on top of a mountain where you can see the beautiful city lights that started to spew. You got out and looked around your surroundings. Leon was there, standing staring into the peaceful city. 

“Leon, where are we?” You asked, approaching him. “You’re going to kill me?” You asked. 

“Of course not. If I do, then it would also be the death of me.” He chuckled. 

          You turned to your side and looked into the city from afar. It was so peaceful here. Only the sounds of wind blowing making your hair dance in the air calms you, slowly losing the heavy feeling you have due to your argument with your father. Even without saying it, Leon felt it. He smiled that he somehow helped you ease your mind from the stressful work you have in the city. 

           After a long silence, you decided to confront him already regarding your complicated relationship with him. This is the perfect time for your questions to be answered…

“Why did you come back?” You asked. 

              Leon looked at you and found you looking to afar, waiting for his response. 

“If I tell you the reason, will you believe me?” 

“That depends on your answer whether it was acceptable for me or not.” You replied. 

“Y/n, are you still angry at me?” He asked.

“Yes. I answered your question, now answer mine.” 

“I’ll answer it at the right time.” 

“Isn’t this the right time for me to know?”

“Yes. I will tell you but not now.”  

“Okay, another question. Were you stalking me?” You asked, catching Leon off guard. 

“What?” He asked, surprised. You looked at him and scoffed. 

“Don’t ask me that or even give me that look as if I was wrong. You even put cameras around my place to keep an eye on me. Shall I compliment you for being a protective bodyguard, Agent Kennedy?” You asked sarcastically. 

“I knew that you had intentions why you accepted the offer to become my bodyguard. But I want you to know that I never needed anyone to save me in the first place. I’ve survived five assassination attempts and none of them was successful. Most especially, I never wanted to see you again.” You said, without hesitation. 

“Now you know the truth, you can shut up already. Just go and eat the food I bought for you.”  Leon responded, trying to change the topic again. He knew that this would end up into something worse so he wants to stop it before it occurs. 

“See? Even now… you’re avoiding my point again. You’re pushing me away. But what can I expect from you? You’re nothing but a traitor. You’re selfish!” Feeling yourself out of control, those words slipped out of your mouth and tears clouded your eyes.

“Enough, Y/n…” He warned you but you keep pushing his buttons. 

“Isn’t it true?! You’re selfish! You’re a liar! A cheater!” You called him such names that made him lose his patience so he yelled. 

“I said enough!” He shot you a glare. It silenced you. 

“You have no idea how much I regret leaving you that night, Y/n! I am having nightmares not because of that zombie outbreak or even Ada but you! Because I still care about you! Morning, noon, and night, I care about you!” 

            You retorted, “After fifteen fucking years, Leon! After betraying me for a manipulative woman, you got the nerve to say that you cared about me!” Tears started to spill out of your eyes. “You know that you can decline the President’s offer to recommend you to the Prime Minister to become my bodyguard but why did you come back? Why did you think of coming back? Why did you accept the offer?”

“I want to protect you, Y/n. I badly want to protect you. I’ve been working secretly to capture those bastards who tried to assassinate you, ordered by the President. And yes, you are right! I could’ve declined the offer already but I didn’t because I care about you!” 

“I wish you knows how badly you fucked me up that night. You know I don’t deserve that. My only mistake was that I made you my priority when I was just your second choice.” You sobbed. “Everytime I look at you, I keep wondering how you felt when you left. I wonder if you had any regrets when you escaped without me. You know to yourself that I loved you more than anything. I wanted to keep you safe. That's why I didn’t hesitate to point my gun to Ada when I found out her secret. But you doubted me, Leon. You doubted my love and devotion to you.” 

             Leon listened to your cries that you have been keeping for months. Among the two of you, you are the most affected one. That's why you got into this point. It was all because of him that’s why you became this way. 

“I gave you my four years. Even though I was just a teenager, I do know that I love you with all of my heart. I loved you for four years, Leon. And in those four years, it’s just that one time I got tired. Tired of seeing you being with Ada. I was tired of pretending that your flirtings are fine with me to not be called paranoid and delusional. It’s just that one time I asked myself if I still can fight. It’s just that one time, in the many times I could have given up, but I didn’t. One time I had the courage to tell you how I felt. That I was hurt and even losing myself. I needed you to fight for us that night. Because I was so tired of fighting alone. To fight, that even if I tell you to leave, you wouldn’t leave. That even if I pushed you away, you’d go back to me and embrace me in your arms. Because you know me. I just said that because I was tired but I love you, Leon! I still love you!” 

“I’ve been longing to come back and apologize to you,” Leon replied. “Even now that I am working under the President’s order to keep an eye on you, I still don’t have the courage to tell you how sorry I am. Before the government wiped out Raccoon City, I planned to come back and look for you with hopes that I will see you again. But I was too late to find out that the government had finalized the plan. They already dropped a deadly bomb before I knew it.”

“That’s why when Ashley mentioned you to me when I was saving her in Spain, I felt encouraged and relieved to hear that you survived. I waited a lot of years to find the perfect time to face you. And this job as your bodyguard is my only way. I still love you, Y/n. I truly do.” 

“But that one time I told you how I felt, you chose to leave. Is that how you love, Leon? How could you not find a reason to stay?” 

             Leon was stunned at your statement. It was supposed to be a calming afternoon for both of them and watch the sunset beyond the horizon as well as look into the city lights of the beautiful city. But it turned out it wasn’t. Leon did really hurt you and he blames himself for that. 

“My engagement with David will be announced in public in the next two weeks. After that announcement, I want you gone. It’s either you will resign yourself or I will fire you.

           Leon scoffed at your statement. “You’re firing me because you don’t want me to work under you anymore or you're firing me because you know you couldn’t bear to be with another man without me occupying your mind?” He had caught you in the act. 

“Admit it or not, I know you don’t want to marry the Senator’s son. You don’t want to marry him, do you? I told you already last night. Don’t make things complicated for us.” He added, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“For the sake of my power and glory, why not?” 

“Oh, yeah?” Leon smirked before saying. “Then, look me in the eye and say that you want to marry him.” He challenged you. You tried but ended up looking away after a few seconds. 

        The man smirked and suddenly wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to him, leaving no spaces between you. Your breasts are pressed against his toned chest and you can feel his abs against you behind his dress shirt. Your faces are so close to each other that in one move, you two will end up kissing. 

          Leon stared deeply into your eyes and whispered. “You can’t because you still love me.” It was true. No matter how much you denied it, it was so goddamned true and you hate it. 

“I hate you so much.” You whispered. He giggled at your comment and replied…

“Oh, and I love you too…” 

           Then, he kissed so passionately. He kissed you like his life depended on it. He finally had the chance to pull you close to him and kiss you again as he craved this for a long time. That kiss you shared last night isn’t enough. You know and understand it the way he deeply kisses you. He pulled away and started kissing your jawline and neck, inhaling the vanilla scent he loves. 

“You have no idea how much I longed to kiss you like this. I want to push you against the wall and kiss you so badly when I am close to you.”  He whispered and kissed your cheek. 

             You hold onto his shoulder as you breathe. Leon lifted you up in his arms and sat you on top of the car and there he continued to kiss you, setting himself between your legs. You felt his hand caressing your thigh while his other hand was at the back of your head. But what surprises you is that he is not even touching you further. You are wearing nothing but panties underneath your skirt but Leon isn’t trying to do something else. He doesn’t look like he’s asking for permission from you. 

“My darling, do you think I am going to take your precious possession? Of course, not yet.” He smirked, regarding your virginity.

“You are really my stalker. You even know if I am still a virgin or not.” You scoffed. 

“I’ll accept that as a compliment.” He replied, rubbing his nose against you and pecking your lips. “If you think that little strip show you did last night will make me do bad things to you, you’re definitely wrong. It turns me on, yes. But I know what kind of a seductress you are and I didn’t fall into your trap.” 

You were stunned that he knows that you intentionally put on a show for him. But you cleared your throat and denied his claim by replying with a witty response.

“Oh, Leon. Even without using my seducing skills, I can make anyone fall into my trap. That’s why I always win my cases in the court and complete my missions successfully.” 

“Then, there is me, the only survivor of your venom.” 

“Shut up. I’m still angry at you,” You rolled your eyes on him and pushed him off you. You stood up and about to leave but Leon held your gloved hand. 

             You hissed and looked at him. Leon looked directly into your eyes. He doesn’t want you to leave. Your body moved on its own as Leon pulled you to him again and sat down on top of the car again. He pulled down your coat and tossed it away, exposing your bare shoulders and collarbones. Soft kisses were pressed against your shoulder and neck, making you close your eyes and tilt your head to the side as his arms wrapped around you. His hands held your hands, interwinding your fingers together. 

“Take them off,” He demanded, referring to your gloves. You hummed in response. “You heard me. Take them off.” He repeated. 

              Still, you didn’t move. Leon sighed before slowly taking off your gloves with such gentle and care. You didn’t stop him or remorse from removing your gloves. Once your gloves are removed, he looks at your scars. It made him even more guilty, knowing that it was him who gave these to you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Y/n. I shouldn’t have left you that night. I shouldn’t have kissed her behind your back.” He whispered, kissing forehead as his thumb rubs against your scar gently. 

“Let me love you again, Y/n. Please, let’s be forever together. I want to make it up to you. Fifteen years of waiting is too much for me to waste this opportunity.” 

               You looked him in the eyes. You cupped his cheeks, caressing him with your thumb. He hummed in satisfaction, feeling your soothing touch. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him. Your thumb grazes his lower lip. 

“You know that we can’t, right? It is a rule that an employer must never love her employee. I am especially bound to marry David Carter.” You replied to him which made him scoff at your excuse. 

“You can talk back to your father like a brat but you can’t break his rules? Arranged marriages are bullshit. Your father is definitely pushing all your buttons. And don’t use him as your excuse anymore.” You chuckled at his response.

“Papa doesn’t know that we had a relationship back then. I never even mentioned your name to him. Because if he does, will we be in this kind of situation?” 

“Isn’t this supposed to be the right time to break free from your father’s chains? He wants you to become the First Lady of the country by marrying the son of the Senate President.” 

“We’re not fully okay, Leon. Don’t forget that. I do not forgive anyone who caused me a lot of pain that easily. If you want to be with me, prove yourself that you are worthy of my love and devotion. I have trust issues because of you.” 

          Leon scoffed and pecked your lips. “Is that so? I think I can overcome that.” 

“Hmm? How so?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“It’s a secret. I have my ways to make you give in to me especially when I know that you still love me.” He chuckled, brought your scarred wrist to his lips and kissed them. “Don’t be insecure of your scars anymore. I love them even though I am the one who caused it.” 

“Don’t deny yourself to me, baby. A prosecutor must never lie.” 

“Don’t you dare bring up my profession here. And I am not insecure of my scar. I just don’t like showing it to people.” You warned and he giggled before pulling you into another kiss. 

“Of course. This is about you and me. Can you stay here tonight? I promise, no one would know. I can make excuses to your guards.” 

“Even if I say no, I am sure you will insist.” You rolled your eyes.

 —

To Be Continued...

[teecupangel]

pops in here bc I’ve been writing Resident Evil crossover AUs for fun (and angst) and I have a fun little idea for you!

so, re4make has dropped some interesting and tasty lore about Los Illuminados, aka the parasite cult that makes up the main bad guys in this particular game. according to the new lore, they popped up in 1554 and were exiled from their old place in 1741. now, we know that mutations and parasites and viruses can possibly extend somebody’s life in REverse beyond their natural lifespan and also make them far more durable than humans. I was thinking—Edward Kenway gets killed in 1735. this we’re well aware of. but what if he wasn’t?

say that Birch is aware of Los Iluminados and their work. he wants to keep a closer eye on them since he hears a lot about Las Plagas and its hive mind abilities, but he’s not about to risk becoming a part of their hive mind—he doesn’t entirely trust this cult. and he has a pesky Assassin who’s just found out that he’s actually a Templar, and who has a book and a son he would defend. if he survives the night—and it’s damn near a guarantee that he would, Birch has heard that he once cleared a whole deck of a galleon on his own—there’s nothing stopping him from taking up his sword and beelining to Birch and just cutting down every last member of the British Rite. but he can’t do that, if he has a bug inside his head.

so Edward gets knocked unconscious, and dragged off to the cult. now Birch has a reason to keep an eye on the cult, and he’s taken Edward out of the picture with no one the wiser for it.

years later—hundreds of years later—Desmond Miles, 17yo runaway, gets kidnapped along with Ashley Graham for whatever reason. maybe he saw too much and immediately launched himself at Krauser and actually managed to acquit himself pretty well in a fight, only to get stuffed into a van along with a very terrified First Daughter. Leon goes to find them.

in the meantime, Saddler has a very fucked-up Edward stand guard, and Desmond starts to talk to this guy, bc something about him seems…not quite the same as the rest of the cult. there’s some core of humanity still holding stubbornly on inside him, even if he looks pretty bad off, if not heavily mutated by now. which is how Leon ends up finding both Ashley and Desmond having managed to get a very snarly pirate to help break them out and has to gently convince said pirate that yes he really is here to help them please put that pitchfork down sir.

Oooohhh, if you wanted to, you can even include one of Ezio’s or Aquilar’s descendants in the lore as well, maybe even both? 1554 is around the time Flavia and Marcello would be 20~21 years old. Old enough to be Assassins that would be sent to foreign lands to help other Brotherhoods. We can even have them be sent by the current mentor of the Spanish Brotherhood because of this cult that supposed worship something ‘strange’. The mentor thought that the Italian Brotherhood who had a mentor who had been quite verse in strange things would have an idea of what they’re dealing with. Flavia or Marcello (or both if you want) asks to be sent because it seems connected to the precursors and, as Ezio Auditore’s children, it’s their duty to continue their father’s legacy.

They meet up with Aquilar’s child (or grandchild maybe?) and they help in exiling Los Illuminados, making the cult hate them and the Brotherhood in the process.

It’s because of their hatred for the Brotherhood that Birch was able to have a distant alliance with them and it’s because of his connection with the cult that Edward starts to suspect him as being a Templar.

(To sprinkle more angst, how about Haytham saw his father being dragged away and tried to save him, killing one of the kidnappers which ends with Teresa seeing him as a cold blooded killer and he is indoctrinated by Birch as a way to try and find Edward but never found him. After learning Birch was the leader of his father’s kidnapping, he gives up on Edward because Birch burned all evidence that will link him to Edward and the Los Illuminados)

Okay, so we go to the Ashley and Desmond part of the story.

Ashley is around 20 years old when she was abducted so, if you’d like, she could be in New York to shop or something when she was kidnapped. Desmond was on his way to his first shift in Bad Weather and saw a woman struggling while being dragged into a car with men looking like professional bodyguards (suit, sunglasses, wired ear pieces) on the ground, unconscious maybe? Dead even?

Desmond didn’t have time to think, his body reacted and he punched one of them. He starts to fight them off while telling the girl to run and the girl tried to, screaming for help but there were more men than they expected but her screaming (and his battle cries, they were not screams, they were battle cries damn it) was attracting attention so they had to book it quickly and Desmond was swept alongside the girl in the process.

Leon is briefed that an unknown man with no past of his own may be with the president’s daughter and he’s a low priority. The most that Leon is expected to do is find out who he was and if he was truly just taken alongside the Ashley because he tried to be a good Samaritan.

Now Saddler though…

Saddler had planned to kill Desmond from the very beginning but then he noticed something peculiar.

Desmond looked familiar.

So he let Desmond live because he needs to find out why Desmond looks familiar at all. He orders Edward to guard them and to keep them there.

Leon starts doing his job and Saddler gets sidetracked.

When he heard that Edward had ‘betrayed’ them, he realized why Desmond looked so familiar.

In one of the oldest journals written by his ancestors, there were sketches of the three Assassins who led to their fall and exile.

And two of them…

… looked very similar to Desmond Miles.

So now, Saddler believes Desmond is a descendant of those who exiled them and wants to infect him as well.

Because what better revenge is there than to have a descendant of those who wronged them become their ‘property’?

Unorganized Notes:

I like to imagine Ashley and Desmond become friends immediately, with Desmond helping Ashley stay calm while Ashley gives Desmond something he wanted ever since he was a child, a close friend.

Ashley would definitely not leave without Desmond and Desmond would do everything he can to keep Ashley safe.

Edward ‘recognize’ Desmond, in a way that Desmond reminds him of his young son, but he doesn’t understand it, because the infection inside him mutated thanks to his ‘bloodline’, so he’s not exactly the same as the others.

Edward will be conflicted though because his infection would make him want to obey the cult but he can't hurt Desmond at all. He doesn't want to and his body will never allow it.

Is it his own free will? The reminder of a past long gone? Or...

The Calculations at work?

[dalekofchaos]

Resident Evil 6 Remake

I think this is the inevitable conclusion to where all these remakes are leading towards. Capcom fixing their mistakes.

If it were up to me, I would replace Simmons with Alex Wesker or ideally a resurrected Oswell E Spencer, but I think Alex works better.

If it were up to me I would've had Wesker clone Ada Wong for a completely subserviant super spy. But Wesker dies and his sister takes the Carla clone.

It would be an all hands on deck situation We'd play as

Leon

Replace Helena with Ashley

Chris

Jill

Claire

Ada

Rebecca....and a returning Billy

Jake and Sherry

Leon, Chris, Jake/Sherry and Ada's stories all remain the same.

The big story with Ashley is Ashley becomes an Agent like she wanted and her father committed a big war crime and the next administration exposes it, which causes Alex to manipulate Ashley to breach the president's security thus giving Ashley a redemption story and a reason to be there in the story. But to Ashley's horror, she would discover that Carla assassinated her father and wants revenge, but to Ashley Ada and Carla are one in the same, so it's up to Leon to stop Ashley from making a mistake.

Now why Claire and Jill? Chris goes missing and loses his memory and you're seriously telling me his partner and his sister do not try to look for him and help him? I don't know where they fit storywise, but I would have them in the fucking game.

Maybe have Jill and Carlos team up BECAUSE CARLOS NEVER FUCKING APPEARS AGAIN. Hell, they could be hunting Nikolai for all I know, bottom line is I would tie up the loose ends while helping Chris.

Rebecca's story would be to working on fighting the viruses leaked int he world and stopping it before it's too late. But Rebecca would find out she's not alone. Billy Coen has reappeared. Billy returns after so long and comes back to aid Rebecca. Best I could come up with, but this would tie loose ends with Rebecca and Billy.

Where Claire goes is hunting Alex. The big twist? Claire is being hunted by a Nemesis like Steve Burnside.

We'd learn Alex's big plan is to revive Oswell E Spencer. All the chaos in the world is to lead to the revival of the man responsible for all the bioterrorism in the world.

I'd end it with a big damn heroes moment with all the heroes united(with a cameo from Barry) and ending the revived Spencer and ending Umbrella once and for all.

We never got that moment where we finally hunt down Umbrella. It ended unceremoniously off-screen with Spencer dying such a pathetic death at Wesker's hands.

We know from the RE5 DLC that Alex Wesker was taking care of Spencer, so why not use that?

And we definitely fucking need to have everyone being there to ending Spencer and the last remnants of Umbrella.

And hey you can tie Claire and Alex with Claire hunting down Alex that leads to Revelations 2.

[reccyls]

little bit from chapter 14 of the dramatic route of chevalier's sequel. very loose translation. this is really for my personal reference

this has spoilers for gilbert's route as well

Gilbert: Hey, I want to talk to Chevalier alone for a while.

Leon: Hell no. You have given us exactly negative ten reasons to trust you at this point.

Gilbert: Well things are fine now, aren't they?

I unlocked the cell door and removed the manacles and chains from Chevalier. He was finally now set free.

Emma: You were the one who injured him to this point.

Gilbert: It's not like he's going to die.

(With all that blood loss, it's a miracle he hasn't died yet.)

Seeing that we were still on guard, Gilbert removed his coat and set down his cane.

Gilbert: What about now?

(Going that far... it looks like he really does want to talk to Chevalier about something.)

Chevalier: Wait outside.

Chevalier wiped the blood flowing down his face with his sleeve. Leon and I stared at each other.

(I'm worried, but it's an order from the king.)

Emma: We'll be just outside.

Leon: If anything happens, just yell "Kyaaaa, save me!" eh?

Chevalier: ........

Leon: ...It was a joke. You can stop looking at me like that. Leon: Let's go, Emma.

(I hope nothing happens.)

...

The moment that Emma and Leon leave the room, Gilbert collapsed to the floor. As he coughed viciously and gasped for breath, Chevalier looked down at him with an expressionless stare.

Chevalier: It appears that I'm not the one at most risk of dying here.

Gilbert: *cough, cough* ...Shut up.

Chevalier: How long do you have?

Gilbert: ....I don't have any obligation to tell you.

Wiping the blood from his lips, Gilbert braced himself against the wall to stand.

Chevalier: I had thought Obsidian's medical technology was fairly advanced. And yet it can't cure you.

Gilbert: What, are you worried? About me? After I shot you?

Chevalier: If you die here, I won't be able to prove my innocence [after being accused of assassinating you]. Chevalier: If you must die, do it after we've returned to Rhodolite.

Gilbert: ...So cold. What kind of friend are you?