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tacticaldiary · 10 months

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Little could throw Leon off, especially when he’s laser-focused on his objective, but the moment he hears that cry of pain all thoughts of acting rationally are out the window.

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He’s a steady man.

Everything Leon does is meaningful. The way he moves, striding with purpose, the way he talks, to the point, those remarks rolling off his tongue naturally, the steady motions of his fingers as he smoothly reloads his gun with one hand, tossing a grenade with the other.

Deployed to investigate an outbreak in the middle of the ruins of a city, Leon hadn’t liked being paired with her at first.

Love and duty didn’t mix after all.

“Watch your six.” She yells out, ducking to parry an incoming knife from the particularly agile species of zombies they found themselves in the middle of. Leon turns just in time to dodge a zombie lunging for his neck. A bullet through the head sends it down.

Together the both of them move as a deadly, well-oiled machine. Wordless communication glances that silently request support or warn, a punch there, a chamber of bullets lost here.

“There’s too many of them, we’re overpowered!” He calls out, holding his position.

“Retreat back to base for now!” She yells back, yanking her knife back out of a creature’s head with a sickening squelch. She scowls as the blade comes out half broken, tosses it aside, and extracts another one. “We’ll regroup and come up with any strategy. Charging forwards isn’t working-”

A creak cuts through the air, halting all conversation. Even the mangled corpses go quiet.

“Move!” She shouts and before Leon knows it, he’s shoved roughly away as an old oil tanker collapses mere inches from where he stood. The massive barrel explodes on contact with the ground, engulfing the world in flames, bright red and hot. She lets out a strangled yelp as it burns right through her shoulder and chars her skin. A surface burn but still stinging and painful.

“Are you alright?” Comes a yell from the other side of the wall of flames. “Shit, are you hurt?” He sounds...panicked? No, that wasn’t right. Leon Kennedy didn’t panic. He fought, thought, and charged his way through any problem.

“I’m fine!” She tries to find a way to him, but the wall of flames produces so much heat it makes her eyes burn from the smoke. Pulling the collar of her shirt to cover her mouth and nose, she gives up finding a path back to their original position.

She curses under her breath, “I’ll meet you there! Go back to base, I’ll find another way!” His protests come through, but she ignores his demands for her to stop and find another way. If she stayed she’d be charred to toast. The fire spreads onto the old creaky building, columns of flames mounting higher and hire. The creatures at least seem to have just as strong a dislike for the heat as she does because they’re nowhere to be seen.

“Go!” She yells one last time before taking off into the nearest alley, clutching her burning arm.

Getting separated was never ideal, but it couldn’t be helped. She knows he’ll be alright. Leon was anything but stupid. He was deadly, he’d be fine she tried to convince herself.

As she starts to think she might have gotten her bearings back, a crack sounds from above her. She whirls around, gun aimed to the ceiling of the wooden beams she’s passing under, thinking it’s a zombie.

It’s not.

The beam creaks under the weight of the fire eating away at it, and before she can dive out of the way, it cracks and falls straight into her, trapping her in rubble and splinters, pinned to the ground.

She screams, hot wood pressing against her skin as the fire around her seems to close it. “Fuck,” she gasps in a breath, trying to think. Prying the beams off of her does little but burn and embed splinters into her palms.

Shit, Leon. She had to meet Leon back at the base, had to let him know she was alright, had to know that he was alright.

After a couple of minutes of struggling, it dawns on her that she’s not going anywhere. Her lower half and left arm are trapped. There’s no way she can lift the beam on her own, not with her injured shoulder at least.

Was this it? She squeezes her eyes shut, chasing the thoughts away as she sweats and burns. Was this how she was going to go out? Smoke threatens to choke her, acrid and bitter in her throat, in her lungs.

She imagined she’d go down protecting someone, maybe even her boyfriend, or that she’d be torn apart by some sort of bioweapon, but no.

She’d burn and suffocate under a goddamn beam.

Feeling tears prick her eyes at the thought, her head feels too heavy to keep lifted, her forehead dropping to press against the dirty pavement below.

Leon...God, she hoped he wouldn’t blame her too much.

They’d just started to make a life together. Years of dancing around, subtle flirting, and lingering glances finally led to them dating a year ago. She loved him. She really did love him and now she was never going to see him again.

Two beady eyes glare at her from the far end of the alley.

Cold and dead.

A zombie staggers towards her, snarling unfazed by the fire around them. It stumbles and drags itself closer and closer.

A dry sob rips itself out of her throat, the heat unbearable, panic clawing at her. Breathing short and shallowly, she wishes she could reach for something to end her pain a little quicker, but she can’t reach any of her for any of her weapons.

Helplessness threatens to drag her under until her eyes catch on a sharp splinter of wood the size of her palm just within reach. With a shaking arm, she reaches towards it, crying out when her movements put more of the wood’s pressure on her. The splinter of about the size of her palm, is wickedly sharp.

Glancing up again is almost too much effort to handle in between her hacking coughs. It’s halfway down the alley already.

She’d rather kill herself than end up like them.

Trembling, she presses the sharp point of the wood right onto her jugular, swallowing nausea and hesitation.

She couldn’t let herself turn. What if she was the one who found Leon? What if she hurt him? No, she couldn’t bear it.

Another sob wracks her body as the living corpse staggers closer. Steeling herself, she closes her eyes and tries to think about anything else.

Don’t be too mad at me, Leon, she thinks to herself, before-

The sharp bang of a gunshot startles her, her hand jerking and digging painfully into her throat. Before she can blink away the blurriness in her eyes, her wrist is yanked away from her neck forcefully, the grip on it like iron as the wood is ripped out of her hands.

“Not yet, baby.” She could cry at the voice, low and determined. “You’re not done yet.”

“Le-Leon.” She coughs, “You won’t- the fire.“ A gasp rips out of her when he tries to tug her free. “Stop!” She cries out. “Can’t-you can’t. I’m stuck. Go before it’s too late.” Is all she manages to choke out.

The look Leon gives her is one that she might have laughed at if she were in the laughing mood.

“Like hell.” He says roughly, “We’re staying together.” She knows that tone of voice, the one that’s immovable and molded out of iron. Too tired to argue, she nods. He moves out of her field of vision behind her.

“I’m going to lift the beam.” He says calmly but quickly. “I need you to drag yourself out from under when I do. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

When she doesn’t respond, he calls out her name, repeating himself more urgently.

The most she can offer him is a weak nod. Her throat feels like it’s on fire.

Suddenly the crushing weight is gone, and all she wants to do is sob in relief and curl up right there and then, but Leon’s voice filters in and out of her mind. With the meagre remaining strength she has left, she claws her way out of the rubble, collapsing a bit away onto her stomach.

Leon doesn’t waste any time asking questions when he runs over to her and picks her up, ducking through a gap in the brick wall a couple of feet away.

“You’re going to be okay.” He says aloud, glancing down at her as he moves. Steady. Always so steady and calm. She takes comfort in it, but it’s only when she sinks farther into his grip that she notices.

The tremor in his hands.

The slight shake of his voice.

The poorly hidden panic in his eyes whenever he glances down at her.

He’s panicking. Leon Kennedy is panicking.

“Shit, don’t close your eyes.” He urges, squeezing her closer to his chest. “Stay awake. Stay awake for me, okay?” He talks, getting increasingly shaky when she can’t find the will to respond to any of it.

In and out of darkness she drifts. Every time she feels herself swim too deep, his voice always pulls her back, like an anchor she couldn’t lose even if she tried.

When she comes back to this time, clinging onto his voice to drag her back she finds they’re back in the bunker they’d chosen as their temporary base for the mission. She’s laying on her bedroll, Leon’s roll draped over her to keep her warm.

The man in question is wrapping her shoulder with a bandage. The numb coolness suggests he’s treated the worst of her burns

Trying to speak, nothing but a hoarse noise comes out.

“Don’t talk.” He instructs, immediately reaching for his canteen. Gently he props her up in his arms and brings the vessel to her lips, guiding her to drink. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He praises her as she drinks. “Slowly.”

Swallowing a few times, she tries again. “Are you...are we?”

“You’re alright.” He assures her. “I got you out in time.” Still, in his arms, he feels her physically relax at the assurance.

It’s not enough. Seeing her accept her demise, laying there half-trapped with a weapon to her jugular ready to end it all before his eyes...

He feels sick thinking about what would have happened if he’d been a mere second late. Seeing her slit her throat in front of him...he may have just pulled the trigger on himself there and then.

The thought washes over him, overwhelming. He can’t stop himself from clutching her tighter, drawing her into his chest and tucking his chin over her head. “Thought I lose you for a second.” He admits hoarsely.

“I...I thought I did too.” She whispers, feeling him draw his arms around her tighter. “Thank you.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you there.”

“How did you know?” She asks, shifting to meet his eyes, taking solace in the deep blue.

“I heard you scream.”

It had stopped him in his tracks, all thoughts of anything regarding his own safety and the mission dissipating with the single sound. The only thing on his mind was to find her, to help her, to make sure she was alive and that she never made such a sound ever again while he was alive.

“I’m glad I did, then.” It’s a weak joke that doesn’t pull a smile or a chuckle out of either of them.

“Scream or stay silent, I’ll always find you, sweetheart.” He mutters into her hair. The trembling in his body seems to have subsided now that they were out of the fire.

Her heart warms at his words, and even as their world is quite literally burning down outside their little safe haven, she finds that there wasn’t a place she’d rather be right now than in his arms like this, comfortable and safe.

“Rest. I’ll take watch.” He presses his lips to her forehead, lingering there for a couple of seconds.

Her last mumbled thanks barely makes it past her lips before she’s out cold, trusting him to keep her safe while she recovers.

Requests Are Open!

(22/06/2023)

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ghostsvacuumcleaner · 10 months

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So... I don't have a very specific request, I'm just a huge fan of your writing and particularly the smuts you've written with Leon lol, so I wanted to ask for something really naughty like AS PORNOGRAPHIC AS POSSIBLE and maybe related to degradation kink lol please I'M BEGGING YOU NOT TO JUDGE ME, I know this isn't much like canonical leon so feel free to use other characters you like, really just wanted to use the chance of asking you something before you close the requests <33 thanks!!

Okay... Your wish is my command! I hope you don't mind it that since you gave me freedom to pick a character, I actually chose to write Wesker porn. If it's not of your taste you can totally send me another request and istg I'll do it with any character you want lol now, I love Wesker, and I like to keep as close as I can to the cannonical personality, so I should warn this gives a hella toxic and abusive relationship hints! I hope you enjoy it, anon, as well as y'all <;3

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ao3 | masterlist ✦ Pairing: Albert Wesker x f! reader ✦ Summary: You wake up in Wesker's mansion after accomplishing a difficult mission and he gives you a new drug he's been testing. The effects are quite... dear to you. ✦ TW: HIGHLY NSFW MINORS DNI, explicit, very explicit, smut, very pornographic, f!reader, little to none f! physical appearence descriptions, very much porn, p in v, degradation kink, unprotected, he cums inside, dirty talk, petcalling, he humiliates you a bit, he's rather toxic as Wesker would be, uses you, no fluff (very slightly in his own wicked way) I inspired this in this song, since I'm dumb and don't know how to embed spotify songs in here, click here if you'd like to hear it <3

You open your eyes to a big, vast dining room in front of you. The walls are adorned with exquisite wallpaper and ornate trimwork. The ceiling is high and vaulted, with beautiful light fixtures hanging from what seems to be golden chains. The room is lavishly furnished with a massive mahogany dining table, with beautiful wine-red chairs that seem to belong to a very expensive collection. Crystal chandeliers cast a dim, flickering light over the table, and paintings in ornate frames hang on the walls, with their eccentric content - suits the owner quite well.

Doesn’t take you much to realize you’re in Albert’s mansion. You’ve never been here before, only perhaps by the gates, delivering something off to the doorman and that was far from enough to even wonder what secrets lived vivid inside of those walls.

“You’re finally awake… Good.” You hear his voice coming from behind you, and then his hands calmly taking over both your shoulders, his fingers brushing against the thin material of your shirt. As you look down at yourself, you realize you’re wearing completely new clothes, different from the used, semi-destroyed ones you were before on mission. You’re clean, you can feel the delicious smell of your own perfume sprayed along your hair and neck. “You've caused quite a stir among my colleagues, my dear…” He continues, with a faint smirk playing on his lips; you shiver.

“Is that so… May I ask why, Doctor?” You ask, your face lifting just enough over your shoulder so you can look up at him.

Wesker chuckles softly, his pale blue eyes burning into yours over the rim of his glass. He takes a leisurely sip of wine before setting it down on the table, along with another glass - one he offers to you, in a hand gesture. You accept, sipping a bit from it.

“Do you underestimate yourself? Your talent? Your own dedication to me and my projects, you see - it is enviable for many, bunny.” His predatory grin widens in pointy canines. “And you succeeded again. I trust you encountered no complications in your way? Despite the clear miscommunication at the end, of course, dear I should’ve let you know about my little creation there…”

You feel a mixture of unease and a strange sense of satisfaction at his words. Deep down, you know that you want it - his twisted form of affection, his praising whenever you succeed at something he longs for. You can’t hold back a sly grin from forming on your lips as a response.

“I dealt with it.” You summed. “No witnesses, and your little creation almost killed me, Albert.” You sigh, and Wesker lets out a wicked soft laugh to your commentary.

“Nonsense… I’d never let you go to waste like that. Do you really have so little faith in me?” One of his hands slides up from your shoulder, trailing a feather-light touch along your neck; fast enough, a motion of his wraps it up around your neck almost entirely. You feel shivers down your spine and straighten up your posture to the sudden bit of force he applies.

“No, of course not… All I meant is, it was a complication. I don’t think I’d make it if it wasn’t for you.” You admit, your eyes gleaming through the dim light of the chandelier and gazing through his icy crimson eyes. Wesker’s free hand reaches out for your face, grabbing your cheeks between his fingers in a calm yet firm motion; it lifts your face and now you have no other option but to stare deep into his soul-eating eyes.

“Of course you wouldn’t. But then again, that’s what I was there for, hm?” He moves that bit of your hair from your face, wanting to see some more of you. The obscure gleam his eyes get anytime he lays them onto you is a terrifying feeling; not every man you met had enough power to unsettle you. In fact, none, till Albert. Till much before the weird chemistry and the hidden undertones to every aspect of communication between the two of you became unbearable, and you started falling for his disgraceful tongue, the desirable words he’d use against you. You started delivering yourself even further. If someone asked you when did it come down to becoming his personal object of pleasure - his slut, as he’d say himself, you wouldn’t know how to answer. The truth is, this has been happening for too much time now.

You get apprehensive, yet excited - he’s right. He wouldn’t leave you behind, he’d be right there when you needed him. You’re not that foolish - you know his goals are the highest peak of his life, but you definitely made your way to the top tier of his prized possessions, and you know that because it is for you he looks when he’s in need; it is for you he calls. Is that a good thing?

“Hm… you were keeping track of me all of the time? It didn’t look much like.” You ask, your eyes never really leaving his as they burn you in the gratitude facade he keeps whenever talking to you. You look suspicious for a moment, almost like you don’t believe him, like you accuse him of putting you through this risk. This man is a monster; you fell for those pretty lies he tells you; he plays you like a game, and you for one is having too much fun to let go.

“Oh, but I always am.” His thumb brushes your plump lips lightly, you feel fire spreading up across your thighs, a fluttering feeling brushing the walls inside you; your heartbeat speeds up ever so slightly, fact that doesn’t come unnoticed by his superhuman senses, almost like he can hear it - ba-dum, ba-dum. He smiles, a wicked grin, his laugh came out as a little nasal sigh. “Is this defiance I’m sensing right now? Are you mad at me?”

His demeanor is calm, calculated as it usually is; it doesn’t make you any less apprehensive now. Your heart beats faster. You regret doubting him.

“I’d never. You know so.” You refute, as quickly as you can. Your hand calmly reaches for his wrist, trying to ease the pressure he’s applying onto your cheeks right now; he doesn’t.

"Then give me a kiss." he purrs, his voice filled with an unsettling cruel sense of amusement from the fear he can sense from you; not too much, not enough to make you run away from him, just enough to remind you of your place here.

Your body leans towards his tall figure, you're devoid of self-preservation when it comes to him; your hand on his wrist seems to anticipate what comes next, when before you can even reach for his lips, his grip around your neck worsens and the air starts to feel thin around you; he doesn’t choke you enough to make you faint, he likes seeing you struggle, and there you are: this pathetic little thing struggling to find some air through his big slender hand, when he didn’t even bother taking off his gloves to touch you skin to skin.

“Where is my kiss, bunny?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing in a psychopathic face of false pity. You struggle to talk, why do you like this? You feel adrenaline rushing through your veins, the need of winning or at least passing through this game of power he forces you through. “You can’t speak? Pathetic little whore, let me give you some help then.”

In a sudden and calculated motion, he roughly picks you up by your neck and slams your body against the big dinner table. A cracking sound echoes through the room as his wine glass shatters on the ground, and the chairs move around by his motion. You gag as you desperately look for some air till relief washes over you when he finally loosen up enough so you can pull oxygen in again. You don’t allow a single tear to form in your eyes, no, not yet.

“Now now, I don’t like it when you defy me like this, bunny, just when I complimented your complacency?” He speaks out again while you still try to recompose, slight red handprints appearing across your neck; his red eyes wander over it with a sense of pride, his smile fades like it never existed. He’s sternly piercing at you now, an expression that makes it very clear he pities your struggle.

“It wasn’t my intention, Wesker-” You cough, your gaze following his; your eyes seem to be looking for his although he avoids them for your own torture. Wesker lays his forehead against your shoulder, his free hand lifts the hem of your shirt only enough so he can brush the bare skin of your waist. You thrill, intensely. A weird feeling starts taking over your stomach. “I really thought I’d die in that place.” You admit in a whisper, your voice comes out as a breath that hits hot against his neck skin. As your cheek brushes through his sharp jaw extension, his smell invades your nostrils - male cologne, expensive.

“You’re suggesting then it was too much for you to handle?” He asks in a whisper against your ear, and you almost let out a warm, low groan in a response.

“No. I can handle it, I can take everything. That’s not- I guess I just-” You interrupt

yourself; his body is way too close to yours, he towers over you, you’re sitting over the edge of that table now with your legs around his waist - you feel something sparkling inside of your belly once again; your core throbs to the simple thought of his proximity to you, his cocks proximity to you. It’s so close, barely there, only a piece of fabric. Your entire body starts feeling weirdly hot, warm, burning desire consuming you as his hand starts pulling you closer, getting rid of any space between the two of you. You can barely breathe right now, What’s with me now? What the fuck…

“You just what, bunny, babbles, rubbish, foolish things, shut up. Talk straight to me.” He orders, and you can sense from his voice tone that he has a devious smile on his face now. Wesker squeezes your waist tight against him, his fingers now digging onto your skin, his lips brushing against your collarbone and you can’t hold the air in your lungs becoming tight in your throat; you let out a needy sigh, a whimper; please undress me. Please, undress me, fuck me, I’m burning up, I can’t take this, please.

It was at the moment your mind cracked you finally perceived that although you’d tremble just at the thought of Wesker’s cock pushing hard onto your tight walls, that was not a normal reaction of your body. Not by far.

“What did you do to me- ahn.” You ask, your face flushing red, your entire body seems to be out of your control, you’re sweating and catching your breath. He laughs at your weakness.

His hands start rubbing up your legs, your exposed thighs, grabs tight onto them - his fingers digging like he feels like hurting you today. You moan, incapable of holding your own reactions out; he smirks, raising up your skirt to your waist in a slow, precise motion. Haven’t come to your realization so far, that you’re not wearing panties.

You can’t be angry at him. You can’t possibly concentrate on anything else but the wave of pleasure you feel at any slight move of his. Wesker pulls his hands back.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Brushing this needy little cunt of yours against me, you’re wetting my pants, slut.” He reprehends you, standing straight, not moving a muscle now. You look up at him, your eyes shining with need and your mouth watering in, your pussy aching for the touch he denies when he takes his hands off of you.

“Please.” You beg, realizing your hips are pushing against the hardened shape in the bulge of his social pants, staining it with your slick; he barely moves against you, his eyes locked onto your exposed throbbing cunt.

“You don’t deserve it.” He growls, before his hand palms your navel and starts brushing up your skin to your stomach. Wesker raises the hem of your shirt up enough so he exposes your breasts now and takes a handful of one; without a warning, his grip tightens and you feel your drugged sensitive body squirm in pain, projecting upwards, and your cunt throbs once again as you babble incoherently. “Is my little bunny in heat now?” He whispers against your ear as he bends down to you.

Thinking you can’t endure another second of this torture, your own hand trails down a path down your belly, and your fingers spread your folds - your middle finger parting them, rubbing at your own knob trying to give yourself some sort of release. He notices what you’re doing by the mewl you let out.

“Disgusting shameless slut…”

His hand grabs yours, stopping you from that momentary relieving pleasure. You whine once again, the heat you feel almost making you come to that very slight touch of his hand against your clit when he holds you.

“I’m begging.” You pathetically whimper with teary eyes, aching for some more of his touch and as you do, you feel through his pants a throbbing spasm of his stiff cock. His hips push against you willingly this time in a lustful motion and he grunts, expliciting his arousal for seeing you cry. Psychopathic monster. You love that about him. “Wesker, please fuck me. i don’t need anything else just, I- oh-”

“Shh.” He whispers, and his hand reaches up covering your mouth by grabbing on your cheeks, sushing you, and pushing you sitting up once again. As he does pull back from you, he sits back at the chair you were sitting before, and manspreads; the abrupt motion makes you fall on your knees in between his legs, and he leaves your face. “Earn it.”

You didn’t need a second to start desperately unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and setting free his long, throbbing length; it swings up and slaps against his navel, craving for you as you take it all in your small hands and start pumping it.

Wesker’s obscure crimson eyes watch over you as you struggle to fit his shaft in your mouth, a sloppy mess of saliva decorating the corners of your lips - soon enough, you find your way through. You moan against his skin with your mouth full, in slow, delicious movements like you’re having dinner.

He drops his head back, low and deep pleasure moans coming out of his mouth in a hum, almost like he refuses to give you intense reactions; he slaps you in the face, one, two, three times till you’re a mess with strands of your hair glued to your face.

“Oh- that’s right… Swallow me, fuck- stop, hmm- stop.” He groans, before grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you back with contained brutality. “Open up.” He orders, and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to him; he gathers some saliva in his mouth and spits it against your tongue, to which you willingly swallow. “Whose slut are you?”

“Yours.” You answer quickly enough, and he smirks, straightening up and tapping his lap.

“Show me then.” He commands, and you finally and desperately hop on his lap, both thighs around him, your hands looking for support around his shoulders which he quickly refuses by grabbing them both together by the wrists on your back.

With a move of your own hips and without any kind of tactile support, you guide your entrance onto his cock, your head flying back as you feel the warmth of his tip brushing against your dripping wet folds now; you rub yourself against him a couple times and your legs tremble to the shock of pleasure that quickly ran through your lower belly. Without any patience or restraint left in yourself now, you slide down his hard shaft deep inside your walls until your back meets his thighs.

Your hips start rolling forward against him, his cock stretching your tight walls, a sound echoing through the dining room each time your skin meets his; he pants, squeezing his jaw and tightening his grasp on your wrists.

“Good fucking bitch- ah- so tight-” He groans, one of his hands grabbing painfully onto your waist and guiding you harder each second, his mouth quickly taking over one of your breasts that swing freely in front of him.

You swear you’re losing your own conscience when your movements are hard enough for you to feel his tip hitting hard against your womb, a painful but pleasure soft spot for you; he thrusts against you again, again, and again, your mind goes blank and you let out a painful lustful moan as you bury his cock deep within yourself once more - hitting your edge, that point where you start feeling your insides twitching and your clit quivering in your deep orgasm.

“God- fuck!” You feel your legs weaken from both the pleasure and your effort, and Wesker uses his hips to lift you up only enough so he can pump his cock inside you a few more times, his face flushed red in effort, the veins in his temples showing up as he twitches his stomach muscles and feel his body contracting once he finally and deliciously releases his hot cum inside you, in spaced spurts of his cock.

He lets go of your hands as you collapse over him with your body exhausted and a bit dizzy, possibly by a residual effect of the drug he gave to you. You close your eyes for a moment, nearly fainting against his chest;

Wesker holds you firmly, and slowly pulls out from you, fixing you over his lap trying to keep you steady and you give a little mumble in return, your forehead still a bit sweaty from all the effort and the drug withdrawing from your body, slowly,

“You need to rest, don’t you, bunny?” He asks, standing up and fixing his pants in place as he carries you like a bride around his mansion hallways, his hand slowly rubbing your shoulder in hopes you’ll relax and not experience terrible collateral effects now that the drug one is going away for good. “Let’s see how your body reacts… We need to get you prepared for the experimentation, don’t we?” He asks with a clever smile on his lips.

You can’t catch up with his talking, nor hear what he still has to say to you lastly for your body’s too weak and you’re almost fainting.

He carefully lays you on his own bed and covers your body, fixing the pillow cozily under your head. He observes you for a couple moments, proudly;

“You’ll be my best creation…” He mutters, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Rest well, bunny.”

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504py · 6 months

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Wait you said you are a fan fic writer? Can you show us your work?

ooh, i've never published my work anywhere but i like to casually write about the fandoms i'm in. i haven't really written anything romantic (besides that time i wrote headcanons about what leon kennedy would be like in a relationship), but i'd be open to receiving imagine/reaction/headcanon requests if my followers wanted that! anyways, since hetalia is the main thing on my blog right now, here we go!

Axis + Allies Physical Appearance Headcanons

SFW, no content warnings at all.

Italy is handsome but he's so stupid that his stupidity overshadows his looks and people often don't even realize he looks good. He does think he is handsome, and takes great care of himself. I feel like he thinks like this, "Well, being pretty is one of the few things I can do, so I might as well be good at it!"

Japan looks nice! He's very hygienic and always makes sure to take care of his skin. He blushes easily. His hair partially covers his ears on purpose because his ears get red pretty often. He has quite a few moles and a few crooked teeth. His fingertips are rather red.

Germany looks alright but he's so uptight/scary that people just do not want to hit on him. His hands are very calloused. Also one who is very hygienic and takes care of himself a lot. He has quite a bit of body hair, but since it's a very light blond and not very visible, he doesn't bother with it. Nice straight teeth, but his canines are rather prominent.

Russia is cute! I actually think that people do not see his face very often because it's obscured by his scarf, and/or people are too scared to look him straight in the eyes (LOL). Also the issue of looking up to even see his face. He's usually naturally blushing even if just a little bit. Also his ears are kinda big. Gets bashful if you compliment the man himself, because he doesn't think of himself as particularly attractive, and will instead divert the conversation to, "A-Ah yes, Russia has many beautiful sights and landscapes!"

China is pretty!! He has wild eyebrows and lots of sun spots, freckles, and moles. He has a bad habit of leaving his lips dry though, LOL. Takes a lot of pride in being attractive. He is VERY good at doing makeup.

America doesn't care about his appearance much other than his hair, but he just tends to naturally look good. He hes a very boyish vibe. His glasses are always covered in fingerprints but he always forgets to clean them so he doesn't even bother anymore. He's learned to just ignore the dust LOL. I also think he has perfect teeth, like a good ol' Hollywood smile.

Canada is the prettiest out of the allies! People just don't notice because.. y'know. Canada tends to put a lot of care into his appearance in case someone does notice him, like having better posture, wearing nice, clean, ironed clothes all the time, and just having better self-care habits than America does. Though sometimes he forgets to shave or comb his hair LOL.

England is attractive but in a sorta unkempt scrunkly way. His teeth are crooked, and he has sanpaku eyes. His feathers get quite ruffled if someone brings up appearances, because... Not the best climate in England, and there's the whole British people meme LOL. But, the one thing he's got going for him is he's INCREDIBLY photogenic. I'd say he photographs the best besides China. He's great at modeling, and excels when it's for more punk photography.

France is just stereotypically good-looking LOL. He cares the most about his appearance, but since he's relied so much on just looking naturally good, he has a bit of a hygiene problem.. But hey, at least he's got the best closet out of anyone here– Ah, nevermind, China's got him beat there..

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nexysworld · 1 year

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Guardian Angel 🖤 Part 4.3 🖤

Read on AO3 - Requests are Open - Masterlist

Read Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | 4.1| 4.2

A/N: Thanks for the support and patience for this chapter. Tumblr wouldn't actually let me post it in one or even 2 parts no matter how I tried to split it, so it's split into three parts (though you can read it as one chapter on AO3.)

Chapter Summary: In a an attempt to get reader to open up to him, he starts giving in to a change of scenery and other requests for her. Leon even allows her a special friend before he leaves on a work mission, leaving the reader home alone for the first time.

🖤Pairing: Yandere!Leon/Fem!Reader

🖤Tags (not all apply to all chapters): NSFW, Masturbation, Dubcon, Sex, Gaslighting, canon typical horror and gore descriptions, probably eventual kidnapping or kidnapping like behavior, use of pet names like bunny. Leon induces some PTSD like flashbacks on purpose, general things of that nature. Unwanted creampie, etc. Probably treat as dead dove. Inappropriate use of animal collar. Threats of animal abuse (though none occurs and it's not descriptive.)

The first day was easy for you. Being alone definitely felt strange, being alone with essentially free roam of the house was even more strange, but with Lucipurr running around with you, it didn’t feel as lonely as you thought, the little cat brought such an indescribable joy to you.

You listened to music while you paced back and forth, watched TV, more pacing. At one point it even started to rain, so you took a seat by a window and read for a while. It was peaceful. Actually peaceful, you didn’t let your mind wander beyond the moment. So many bad things had happened, you just wanted to focus on the good for now while you could, and having Lucip around to take care of instantly brightened any even remotely soured mood you had. Besides, he needed you, you couldn’t lose it while he depended on you. The second day had been a bit harder. You hadn’t particularly liked waking up without the smell of food or Leon’s kisses. And if you thought about that further you felt conflicted about even feeling that way, especially with everything – no – you immediately stopped that thought. N o bad thoughts. No bad thoughts . Luckily for you the cat had got your attention, meowing at you incessantly to remind you that it was breakfast time.

The evening had been even harder. The scratching of the tree branches outside, the pitter-pattering of the rain on the roof, just the general creakiness of the old house had you on edge. While you trusted that no living thing would enter without Leon’s permission, that didn’t exclude the supernatural. You felt silly for even entertaining that idea, but it was hard not to when you were entirely alone. You swore the red eyed man was back, not fully, but there was always something flashing in your peripheral vision freaking you out. It helped even less when the attic door had creaked open.

It’s not that you hadn’t been curious, but, you felt you knew enough about Leon to know that he would know if you went up there. How would he know? You didn’t know. What you did know was that he would know. You didn’t want to know what the consequences of that would be. So, you closed the door and went back to bed, making sure the light was left on and Lucip was with you.

Day three was the worst overall. Leon should be home that evening if his timeline was right, but you were bored by now, especially having no one to talk to, and were obscenely sick of cereal, sandwiches, and cold meatloaf. Movies couldn’t hold your attention, nor could reading. You opted to instead play some music out loud as you danced around the large house, sometimes picking up Lucip and swinging him around gently, before hugging him close to you.

The music cheered you up a little, but that was short lived when your heart nearly came out of your mouth from the size of the spider you saw on the wall. “Lucip no!” You shouted when the cat had darted after it, chasing it up the stairs. You were frozen, especially when you heard a door upstairs creaking open. You’d prayed and prayed that it was the bedroom door, but it was never that squeaky, and besides it was already open. Through wobbly legs you made your way upstairs, a shoe in hand in case you needed to help Lucip fend off any more undesirables. Much to your dismay, the attic door was open and Lucip was nowhere to be found - no doubt having followed the 8 legged thing up there. You attempted to get the cat to come down through any means that didn’t involve going inside. “Here kitty kitty. Pspspsps” You tried at the doorway. No luck . Shaking the food bowl. Nothing . Treats? No . What were you supposed to do now? Could you just wait until Leon got home? But how mad would Leon even be if he knew the cat had gone up there, would he take him from you? No! The very thought of losing what felt like your only friend, losing something that relied on you, you couldn’t let that happen. You couldn’t fail him like that. You just couldn’t, he was the ony ray of hope. A resounding crashing sound came from the room. Shit . If something important was up there…maybe you could pose it to Leon that you just wanted to keep the stuff safe from the cat? You’d been so behaved lately maybe you could beg for forgiveness and he’d be lenient with you?

Another crash came while you were pondering what to do. Shit . Shit . Maybe Leon was right, he’d given you too much freedom and now you were getting way ahead of yourself, but you could only think of the small feline you needed to protect.

~♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡🖤♡~Leon was at a red light that was taking an eternity to turn green, he’d have blown through it but he knew it was a camera-light. He was so anxious to get home, get back to you. Watching you dance around the house and play with the cat had him in a really good mood. He had full plans to wrap you in his arms, make a nice hot dinner – probably lecture you about those over-sized bites – and reward you for being so good while he was gone.

With the light still yet to change, he opted to pull his phone out and check on you one more time. When he watched you calling the cat from the attic his blood ran cold – the second your form disappeared behind the door, his foot hit the gas maxing out his speedometer to get home as quickly as he could.

Despite him driving like a maniac, he felt like he wasn’t going fast enough, time had slowed down for him. Even when he brought the Jeep to a skidded stop outside, his legs felt heavy as he fumbled the key to get inside and up the stairs, boots thumping loudly with each step.

The door was still ajar, and you weren’t in any of the visibly open rooms. “Hey Bunny, I’m back.” He did his best to mask anything that might scare you. “I’m coming into the attic, it’s okay. I’m not mad.”

As he came up the stairs, he dodge a heavy book that was thrown at his head. He sighed, this is exactly what he expected would happen. And there you were surrounded by computer monitors, some were playing back tapes from the security footage he’d take at your old apartment.

In your hand you were gripping a manila folder with giant red print on it “SHULTZ CLASSIFIED.” In your other hand he watched in horror as you held a sharp piece of broken glass, your hand was shaking while it bled.

“I’m not fucking crazy! You made me think I was crazy, but I’m not crazy! Derek was real. He was my boyfriend, and he was real . You’ve been stalking me for over a year, you sick freak!”

“C’mon baby, lets talk ok? There’s no reason to be so upset.” Leon put one hand out like he was walking towards a cornered animal. He was assessing things as he went, trying to determine the best course of action. He might be able to use the collar, but he was concerned you’d hurt yourself more falling into the broken glass on the floor. His best bet was to get over there and disarm you, but he had to tread carefully, not wanting to push you over the edge before he could.

“Take me home.”

“Bunny, you are home.”

“Please, Leon, please take me back home to my real home. I miss my friends and family, I’m sure they miss me too. I know I’m not crazy now, so…”

“Bunny –” He took a slow step closer.

“If you don’t I’ll kill myself. I will, right now.”

“Let’s not talk like that, alright? You’re not being rational right now.” He took another slow step forward, hands still raised. In a sign of a truce, he unbuckled his knife and tossed it to the side, along with his guns and even the remote to the shock collar. “See honey? I don’t want to hurt you, it’s okay.”

Quick contemplation crossed your face. “Let’s go together then. Please…please I can introduce you as my boyfriend. They’d love you, really. I won’t tell them about this or anything I swear.”

Poor Bunny, negotiating isn’t going to work, it’s cute you tried though. Leon nodded anyway, taking another baby step closer. He just needed you to let down your guard for a moment, just a brief moment. “If that’s what you really want, we can probably work something out, ok? But you won’t be going anywhere if you hurt yourself. Do you want your family to know you killed yourself?”

The second you lowered the glass just slightly away from your neck, Leon took his move, grabbing your wrist so tightly you were forced to drop the glass. “See? It’s ok.”

“Please…please Leon I just want to go home. I just want to see them. I’m not crazy. I won’t report you or say anything. I can go back to work, we can go back to being neighbors.”

He brought his free hand up to cup your face. “Oh poor Bunny. You don’t understand, you don’t exist anymore.”

“What?”

“You heard me, baby. You don’t exist. You don’t have any friends or family. You’re not even a ghost - you simply don’t exist outside of this property.“

“No..no way–”

“Yes way baby. You should know, you’re the one who ran ragged trying to find a single person who remembered –I won't even dignify his name — did you really think I wasn’t going to do the same to you? Though honestly this is for your own protection”

“My friends and family, they don’t know who I am anymore?”

“No. They don’t know you, they’ve never heard of you, they’ve never met you.. Let me be doubly clear, you don’t exist to anyone outside of me and the cat.” Leon was treading carefully now, this wasn’t the outcome he expected. He’d have to think about how he wanted to proceed long term now that you knew some of what happened. For right now though you were scared and bleeding. He decided to continue to act with caution, but not without regaining some control, especially when that look of terror appeared in your eyes upon Lucipurr bolting out of the room. It was clear that it occurred to you the cat was all you now had besides Leon.

“Hey, shhhh. You know what? Like I said, I’m not even mad alright? I’m not mad. You were so good the whole time I was gone. I know you only came up here because of the cat. That’s my fault for leaving the door unlocked.” He tugged the classified folder from your hand, setting it down on the desk next to them. “No time out, no punishment. Just come with me, let’s get you cleaned up.”

When you didn’t move he pulled you into a tight hug changing strategies. “You don’t want to leave Lucip all alone do you?” He felt you shake your head against him. “Good. And you don’t want Lucipurr to have to die because you can’t behave, right?” You froze. That’s exactly what he wanted.

“Bunny, I asked you a question. You wouldn’t want the cat to die because of you, would you?”

“N-no.”

“Good, then I urge you to think about what might happen to Lucipurr if you decide to pull something like this again, it would really be sad if he had to die because you weren’t around anymore to take care of him.” Despite the open threat, he opted to rub your back still coaxing you to follow him out of the room. “Good girl. See? I told you, I’m not mad, don’t be scared. We’re just going to get you cleaned up. Shhhh.” He led you gently out of the attic and down to the bathroom, all the while thinking about his next steps.

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luxrayblues · 1 year

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Can you do a Leon x Reader where Leon gives his first kiss to the reader?

This is so cute!

Leon x reader - First Kiss (SFW)

Your hands were clasped together with his. A habit from the very first day you'd met him. His warm, gloved hands had become something of a comfort pressed into your palm.

"Where are we going, Leon?" You giggle, finding the intense expression he had precious. He seemed so serious sometimes, though he was always gentle with you.

"You aren't allowed to ask." He smiles down at you and shakes his head. "It's a surprise."

You can't help the warm smile that spreads across your face at that. He had taken you along with him quite a few places over the month since you'd met. Every one something special and different. He was so charming and sweet with you. The way he always thanked you for helping him reach a destination without getting lost on the way made you feel so helpful.

Of course despite that, you still weren't entirely positive where you stood with him. While it felt like you were dating, he hadn't exactly said it in so many words. You wondered if he was just this way with all of his friends sometimes.

You're pulled from those thoughts as he does a little fist pump. "Yes! Come on!" You hadn't noticed, but he had little markers to help lead him where he was trying to take you, which was the nicest restaurant in town at the top of a particularly tall building. You would be able to look out over the entire city together.

You were seated immediately as he had a reservation, being sent up to the top floor where they left you with water and the menus. It was gorgeous with only the one table for you both near the edge but without being scary close. The sky shone a brilliant orangey hue as it was just beginning to set. Lights from the other buildings in town started to come on and create quite the perfect atmosphere.

"It's beautiful." You smile brightly from your seat, finally turning back to see him staring at you. His cheeks darkened when you caught him staring, but he smiles and chuckles. "Not as beautiful as you, Y/N." The comment makes your face light up red, your brain going all fuzzy. You had come to really adore him.

You were still wrapped up in your thoughts when you noticed him inching closer to you, his arm snaking around your waist gently and his other hand pressing gently to your cheek. "You make me feel like I'm not lost." He says softly to you, his golden eyes focused on yours. It made you feel like you were the only two in the world as he pulled your face closer to his. Leon was blushing slightly, a little unsure of himself, but he good at being confident as he pressed his lips to yours.

Your head was spinning, your whole body felt warm as you kissed him back. It lasted what seemed like ages and barely a second all at the same time before you finally broke the kiss to breathe. He smiles instantly down at you, rubbing that back of his head. "How was it?" Was this his first kiss ever? You wondered. It made you feel only that much more special. You giggle and nod, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss him again. "You're amazing, Leon!" You assure him between kisses.

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violettduchess · 1 year

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Hi! I'm so happy to see you are participating! May I please request Leon with prompt #5? Thank you! <3

A/N: This combines two of the requests for Tis the Season for Love CCC hosted by @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore. This Leon prompt was also requested by @joiedecombat. Clavis request was anon!

Leon- scarf sharing, Clavis- ice skating

One of the last bits of fluff before the angst!

Word Count: 1456

Leon- Scarf Sharing

The door to the bedroom opens in what can only be called triumph as Leon strides in on his long legs, holding a present wrapped in forest green paper and tied with a perfect golden bow. The wide grin on his face tells you exactly what this must be.

Setting aside your book, you slide to the edge of the bed where he joins you, sitting himself down with an air of child-like excitement. “Leon! You found it!” During the smaller, more private exchange of presents at Christmas, Leon had been stricken by the fact that one present for you had seemingly disappeared into thin air. He had showered you with many other wonderful things, but this had bothered him enough to have the whole palace searched for days until, now, finally, it seems the mystery present returned from wherever it had journeyed to.

“Yves found it. What it was doing in the pantry, I have no idea.” You had an idea and it is golden-eyed and lavender-haired with a no-good grin that screams trouble. Clavis hiding presents in odd places would make perfect sense. Any excuse to cause some fanciful trouble.

“Well”, you say as you lean over, kissing his cheek, “I can’t wait to see it!” He hands it over, grinning boyishly. “Just rip it,” he mutters as you carefully untie the bow. “No,” you chide him gently, “we can use the paper and bow again.” He sighs, muttering something about how he is a prince and you are his love and he can get you paper and ribbons any time. You ignore him because it is the principle of the matter. Some people are paper-rippers and others are correct.

The perfectly intact paper and golden ribbon are set carefully aside, leaving you with a chocolate brown box which you open with eager hands and then gasp in delight. Nestled inside is a scarf of the deepest cranberry red, shot through with threads of bright gold. “Oh Leon….” Joy brings a hush to your voice as you touch the material gently. It feels the way you imagine a cloud would, soft and fluffy and immediately wonderful.

“I found it at a stand at the Christmas Market the day I went with Jin and Yves. This sweet little old woman was selling them. I saw it in its box and bought it right then and there.” That is the Leon you love, all heart and spontaneity. You reach inside to take the scarf out.

You pull….and pull….and pull….and pull….what? Both his and your eyes widen as you realize just how long the scarf is. When you finally have it all in your lap, it spills over both sides, a soft cloud of red and gold. A really, really big, soft cloud. Leon looks crestfallen as he realizes that you can probably wrap the whole thing around your entire body, not just your neck.

“No, it's ok, love. Don’t be sad. I have an idea.” You stand, offering him your hand. “Come with me.”

It’s a cold, clear winter night. The stars shine like extravagant diamonds against the black velvet sky. The sliver of moon is white and pale as bone, allowing the stars their moment to glow. You and Leon are snuggled together on the palatial terrace under a heavy blanket, your necks and shoulders warmed by your enormous, incredibly warm, red and gold scarf. A stone fire pit bathes you both in heat and gentle orange light. “See? Perfect for star-gazing together.” He turns to look at you, eyes bright with admiration for your optimism. “Perfect,” he murmurs in that deep voice you love so much. “Just perfect.”

Clavis-ice skating

You’re reading a book about the far-off Tourmaline kingdom, drinking in the beautiful illustrations of their traditions and customs. You’re particularly engrossed in a description of winter activities when the sofa suddenly dips due to someone throwing himself despondently onto it. “You don’t even notice me anymore. How could you miss a sight such as this entering a room?”

With a sigh you reach out to ruffle his soft, twilight hair, your touch gentle but playful. He pretends to fix it but in truth, any touch of yours is one he treasures. He reaches up, capturing your hand and then holds it captive against his heart. “What has you so entranced, my dear?” You show him the book and the illustrations of people gliding across a frozen lake with blades on their boots. “This looks like such fun!”

He tilts his head, his thumb absently running over the back of the hand he is still holding tightly against his chest. “Would you like to try it?” His tone is forcibly casual, as if it's no big deal but he also gets the reaction he was fervently hoping for. The book almost falls to the floor as you shift to face him, eyes suddenly bright with excitement. “You’ve done this before?” He shrugs one shoulder, but his lips are curved into a wide grin. “Who hasn’t?” The way your smile radiates joy sends his heart into a tailspin. Ducking his head, he presses a kiss to the back of your hand to hide the effect you’re having on him. “Let me make some arrangements….”

Those fateful words ring in your ears several days later as Clavis kneels in the snow, helping secure the ice blades to your sturdiest boots. He checks the straps several times before rising, offering you his arm as he helps you from the bench down the gentle slope to the edge of the frozen lake. There is no one else around as Clavis assured the other princes you would not want to be seen, slipping and falling in front of them and he would do anything to preserve your dignity.

“Now just ease your way forward. I’ll attach mine and join you in a moment.” One skate touches the ice and immediately you slide forward, nearly pinwheeling away from him. His strong grip holds you in place, his laughter soft. “Hold on a moment dearie. Don’t go running away from me yet.” Once you have your balance, he lets go and moves toward the bench to attach his own blades. You breathe in the crisp air. Your leg muscles are tense and you will yourself to relax. You have always been good at walking on logs and complicated dance steps, both things that require a sense of body and balance. Tentatively you push forward. You are shaky and you are damned slow but you are moving forward. Your body adapts to the movement and after only a few moments of trembling legs and flapping arms, you manage to glide very, very slowly around half of the small body of frozen water.

Clavis applauds you from the lake's edge, his smile brighter than the winter sunlight. “Look at you go!” Pride fills you as you continue your sluggish, but steady progress. “Come on!” You aren’t brave enough to lift an arm to wave yet but you hope your tone conveys your excitement at trying this together.

Your love nods once and confidently steps out onto the frozen lake…..and promptly falls on his princely rear with a yelp. “Clavis!!” You want to turn to help him but if you do it too quickly you’ll end up flat on the ice with him. “Wait, I’m coming.” You move with the speed of an arthritic snail toward where he is trying to rise again with a body that suddenly appears to be made of gelatin as he flops back down onto the ice. “I’m almost there!” You’re still mostly across the lake. Oh dear.

What feels like hours later, you are holding him in your arms, both of you sprawled in the snow at the edge of the lake. His face is buried in your shoulder, red from exertion and embarrassment. “I asked if you had done this before and you said who hasn’t!” You can't help the curling warmth of amusement lacing your chastisement. “I never specified if I was one of the ones who had.” His voice is muffled by your coat and scarf and despite the wet and the cold, you find yourself laughing, a sound that almost soothes the throbbing pain in certain parts of his body that became very well acquainted with hard ice.

You reach out with your gloved hand, pushing back his hair. “How about we take these awful things off and go back to the palace for a hot bath?” He tilts his head up slightly so you can see one golden eye and the wicked flame of suggestion in it. “Together?” You sigh, stroking his hair. “Sure. Together.”

He lifts his head entirely now, injuries seemingly forgotten. “Well what are we waiting for?!” He pushes himself up, wincing and you can only shake your head at the sudden burst of motivation. Ah, Clavis.

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starrysky28 · 1 month

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The Times We Were Together: Chapter 5

Series Title: The Times We Were Together

Chapter Title: To Sherry, From Claire and Leon

Series Summary: After the Raccoon City incident, Claire, Sherry and Leon start living together, where they share many memories and moments with each other.

Words: 2,894

Warnings: None

December 24, 1998 - Two Months Later

"Aw, man. I got it on my sweater", Leon grimaced at the spec of red frosting that had been smeared on his sleeve.

Claire leaned over to look, "It's not that bad. Besides, it's so ugly to begin with that no one will notice"

Leon smirked and looked down at his sweater, which read "Meowy Catmas" in big letters with a cartoon cat below it. She was certainly right, even though she was the one who insisted they all wear ugly Christmas sweaters.

"How do your cookies look so much better than mine, Claire? Mine are so messy...", Sherry asked, unhappy with her glob of frosting on what was supposed to be decorated as a gingerbread man.

"Just takes practice. I've been doing this for years", she replied.

Sherry nods, "I guess that makes sense. My parents never let me decorate cookies, anyway"

"What?! First no pets and now no cookie decorating on Christmas?!", Claire remarked in a half-playful tone.

"Nope. That's why I like you guys so much, you let me do things that I've never done before", she smiled.

Leon shot Claire a glance and Claire put her finger up to her mouth in a shushing motion.

"Sometimes I miss my real parents, though"

There was a silence in the room.

It was only natural that she missed them, they were her biological parents after all. Sure, they were definitely a bit neglectful of Sherry, but it wasn't like the Birkins were abusive or anything either.

"Hey, where's Chris?", Sherry asked, breaking the silence.

The man in question had returned just one day earlier after being gone for two whole months investigating Umbrella. Since then, he'd been a little more spacey than usual, which of course, made Claire worry a bit, but she hoped that it didn't mean anything particularly bad.

Almost immediately after Sherry asked where he was, Chris came down the stairs, jacket in hand.

"Speak of the devil. We were just talking about you", Claire commented as he walked into the room.

"Oh, yeah? What about?", he asked.

"Where you were. You've had your head in the clouds lately it seems"

Chris laughed lightly and shook his head, "And you call me a worrywart. I'm fine, Claire"

"You sure? Because the last time you said that you had to leave for two months", she panned her eyes toward him.

Chris sighed, "I'm fine, I'm actually heading out to, uh, pick someone up"

"Who?", Claire questioned further.

"A friend I know from work. She's gonna stay with us for Christmas if you guys don't mind"

"She?!"

The burly man crossed his arms exasperated at her questions, "Yes, it's a she"

"And before you get any wacky ideas, we're just friends"

Chris hadn't brought home a girl since him and Claire were still in school. It wasn't that he was particularly awkward with women, heck, he'd been turning down girls left and right in high school. It was just that he never felt he had the time for a relationship.

"If you say so", Claire smirked.

She shook her head amusedly, thinking about how when Chris first left home two months ago, he was the one telling her to make her move on Leon. Now, made obvious by the bright red blush on his face, he was the one who seemed to have feelings for this "friend" of his.

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About a half an hour later, the front door clicked open.

"Alright, I wanna see this", Claire smirked, referring to the "mystery woman" her brother was bringing home.

With Leon and Sherry following not to far behind her, the trio snuck around the corner to the foyer area.

"There she is", Claire said in what could barely be considered a whisper.

The woman wasn't particularly tall and kept her hair in a short, neck-length bob. As expected due to her occupation, she also appeared to have strong arms and slightly broadened shoulders.

"Here, let me get your coat, Jill", Chris offered.

"No need, I've got it", the woman replied.

As she began to quickly take off her coat and hang it on the rack by the door, Chris locked eyes with the three of them, who were still "hiding" behind the wall.

"You guys can come out now, y'know...", he rolled his eyes amusedly.

"Hm?", Jill made a noise and turned around, unsure who Chris was referring to.

She stuck out her hand to greet her, "Sorry about the awkwardness, I'm Claire. Chris's younger sister"

"The name's Jill Valentine. I figured you were his sister. You may not see it, but you two look very alike", Jill shook her hand.

"...Oh, really??", Claire cringed, looking back at her brother.

"Also, he's told me all about you", she winked back at her.

Jill's forest-green eyes panned over to the man in the goofy Christmas sweater and young girl who still stood beside her.

"Oh! This is my boyfriend, Leon", Claire began.

"And this is our-uh...this is Sherry", She corrected herself slightly, placing her hands on the smiling girl's shoulders.

"It's nice to meet you all", Jill half smiled, focusing on Sherry in particular, almost as if she knew her from somewhere.

"Why don't you guys head into the living room while I get Jill settled in, okay?"

...

Once they were out of earshot, Jill began to ask Chris about Sherry, "So that little girl...she doesn't happen to be..."

"Birkin's daughter? Yes, that's her", Chris confirmed her suspicions.

"I see...", she watched as the three of them conversed in the living room, something about how the girl would be allowed to open one gift tonight before Christmas morning.

"They seem really close, almost like a real family", Jill smiled.

Chris looked back at her, "That's what I've been saying too"

"But...Claire and Leon are so young, do you really think they can-"

He shook his head, "Claire may only be nineteen, but she's more mature than she looks. If anything, I think her and Leon can handle the kid just fine"

The sound of laughter came from Sherry, who was now watching Claire set up a card game for them to play while Leon was trying to figure out what temperature to set the oven for to cook the roast for dinner that night.

"Shall we join them?", Jill turned towards Chris.

"Sure. I'm great at that game anyway", he boasted.

"Ha! Not as good as me!", She taunted him.

Chris rolled his eyes playfully, "C'mon! You used to lose every time when we'd play at work"

"That was you, but whatever", Jill bantered back.

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Nearly two whole hours went by while the group played cards, and as Jill had accurately predicted, Chris never won a single round.

"Alright, Chris. Draw four", Claire slammed the card down on top of the pile.

"...Not again", the man sighed, pathetically taking four more cards from the other deck.

"See, I told you guys he's not as good as he thinks", Jill smirked.

"Okay, well, if you lose this round, you have to give me twenty bucks", Chris betted.

"You're on!", Jill exclaimed, pointing a finger at him.

Suddenly, a smell similar to burnt meat wafted from the kitchen area.

"Wait, does anyone smell that?", Sherry noted.

The card game came to a pause as Claire sniffed the air, "Oh yeah...It smells like something's burning"

A gasp then came from Leon, "Oh my god, The roast!"

The man then shot up from where he was sitting and ran into the kitchen. Practically sliding across the floor, he opened up the top oven, unveiling a thick cloud of steam and smoke. Grabbing the pair of oven mitts that had been left out on the counter next to the oven, he quickly pried the roast out of the oven.

"Is it still okay to eat at least?", asked Claire, who was just entering the kitchen.

Leon took another look at the charcoal-colored meat and took off the oven mitts, "Honestly, I don't think so. Even if it was, it would still taste pretty bad"

Claire sighed, "Okay, well, why don't I take care of the rest. The dog is waiting at the door if you wanna take him out to pee"

Porkchop was so quiet for still being a puppy that Leon nearly forgot he had been sitting patiently at the door for at least five minutes, "Yeah, sure"

It's not like he couldn't have used some fresh air away from the lingering burning smell anyway.

...

Leon sat on the front steps of the house with Porkchop sniffing around the grass for a spot to do his business. The sky was nearly completely dark by this point, despite the clock only reading "5:45" when he went outside, and the air was so crisp it almost hurt his skin when the wind blew.

The streets and other houses in the neighborhood were silent probably filled and busy with families celebrating the holidays. There was the exception of the sound of someone walking down the street in Leon's direction. he would have assumed it was someone walking their dog, but he also didn't think someone would be walking a dog in what sounded like heels. Or maybe they would.

The clopping of the footsteps grew louder and closer, until the person came into view, only visible by the front yard light of the house.

The person appeared to be a woman, with short, dark colored hair, red heels, a black leather coat, and sunglasses for some strange reason, as it hadn't even been sunny all day.

She appeared to stand still, glancing around for about thirty or so seconds before Leon decided to confront her.

"Excuse me, miss. Are you lost?", he called out to her, getting up from the front step.

She continued to stand still for another few seconds, barely even flinching at the sound of his voice amidst the silence.

Leon then got the sense that perhaps she was drunk, he was a former cop after all. Usually that wouldn't be common so early in the evening, but it was the holidays so you never knew.

He got closer to the woman and reached his hand out, "Ma'am?"

It was at that moment that she suddenly swiveled around to face him, making Leon jump back a few feet.

There was no doubt about it, he definitely recognized her.

"Leon?", she muttered out quietly.

Leon squinted his eyes to get a better look, as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The woman was none other than the agent he'd met in Raccoon City, the one who'd suddenly kissed him in the cable car, the one who was supposed to be dead. Ada Wong.

"Ada?! I-Is that really you?", He blurted out.

"In the flesh", she replied bluntly, tucking away her sunglasses in her jacket pocket.

"But you-"

"I know", she now was looking him directly in the eyes.

"I made it out"

Leon was speechless.

Ada continued, "I was hoping I'd see you again, but..."

"It seems you've, well...It seems you've found your way"

"What do you mean?", he asked her, confused.

"You have that woman...and the young girl", she says.

"Uh...yeah, but-"

"But nothing", she interrupts him, her voice now loud and clear.

"We had something...but what we had was nothing compared to the bond you have with them"

"Ada...", Leon whispers, as light snow begins to fall almost right on cue.

Her voice shakes, "Go be with them...Go on with your life. If anything, you of all people deserve it"

Leon blinks and nods his head, "Okay..."

Ada smiles emotionally, something he'd never seen her do before, "Thank you, Leon. For everything"

With that, he turns away from her. Ada stands there for awhile, watching as he and the dog go back into the house, and how he turns back around before heading inside, mouthing a quiet "You're welcome" to her.

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"Wow, it's really coming down out there", Jill mentions, referring to the snowfall, which had grown heavy outside.

"I wonder if we'll be able to play in it tomorrow!", Sherry added, taking a bite of a slice of takeout pizza, which they'd ended up getting in place of the inedible roast.

"I bet we will!", Claire elbowed her playfully.

She then looked over at Leon, who was staring off into space, "Hey, you alright, Leon?"

The man in question's head jolted upward, "Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry"

"Did something happen?", Claire asked.

"No. Just thinking about some things, that's all", he replied.

"Okay...", she shrugged.

"OH! Speaking of which, Sherry, do you want to open a present now?", Claire turned towards the young girl.

"Yeah!", she exclaimed.

"Shouldn't we wait for Chris to get home?", Jill asks, referring to the fact that he'd gone out to pick out a last-minute Christmas movie from the video rental store.

Claire and Leon looked at each other, and then back at Sherry who was already picking out a present from under the tree.

"I think we'll do a present now", Claire nods.

Sherry rummages through the pile of presents to find one with her name on it, until she comes across a medium-sized envelope reading "To Sherry, From Claire and Leon".

"What's in here?", she turns to them.

Both of them freeze up.

"Are you sure you want to open that one now?", Leon asks.

Claire also tries to convince her to open a different one, "Yeah, are you sure? It may not look it, but that one's pretty special..."

"Can I please open this one now?", As much as they tried, Sherry already had her heart set on that one.

"I suppose", Leon sighs playfully.

Without hesitation, Sherry was already opening the envelope carefully so not to rip the folded piece of paper inside. She tosses the envelope to the side and quickly unveils the contents of what appears to be a letter:

Dear Sherry,

We know more than anyone else in the whole world that you've been through a lot more than most 10-year-olds.

But what's important is that we're all still here. We made it. Together

What's also important is the fact that we'd love nothing more than for you to spend the remainder of your childhood with us.

In other words, we've both made the important decision to step up and become your adoptive parents.

We have already signed the papers, but we figured we'd need your approval as well before making things official.

So, will you accept us as your parents?

Love,

Claire and Leon

The girl jumps up and gasps, "You...want to adopt me?"

The two new parents nod in unison. Before they can even say anything else, Sherry jumps into their arms, embracing them both in a big hug.

"Yes...Yes! Thank you so much! I...I love you guys!", she cries out, happy tears streaming down her face.

The three of them spend the next few seconds hugging, even with the adults getting teary-eyed themselves.

"We love you too, Sherry", Leon says, hugging her tighter.

"So much", Claire adds.

At that moment, the front door opens, entering Chris holding a plastic bag with a VHS tape inside.

He freezes when he reaches the living room to see Claire, Leon and Sherry crying and hugging while Jill watches fondly from the couch.

"Isn't it so cute?!", she says.

Chris looks around the room, "What did I just miss...?"

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Two and a half hours later...

The living room was dark, only lit by the light from the end scene of the movie they had been watching. Sherry was already fast asleep, laying in between her new parents. Chris looked over next to him at Jill, who was still awake, but sleepily resting her head on his shoulder, which he somehow had just realized.

It was right before the credits began to roll when Jill whispered to him, "Would you ever want children, Chris?"

She could tell Chris was blushing even through the darkness, "Uh-I don't really know..."

"I never really thought about that to be honest", he lowered his voice back to a slight whisper.

Jill chuckled softly, "Just teasing you, Redfield"

...

Sherry awoke as she felt herself being carried up the stairs.

"Leon?", she muttered out sleepily.

"Shhh, go back to sleep, just taking you up to bed", he whispered to her.

A few seconds passed, and before Leon thought she'd fallen back to sleep, she spoke again, "Um...Can I sleep in you and Claire's bed tonight?"

He paused at the top of the stairs, "Why?"

"I just wanna be with you guys longer..."

Leon smiles, "Okay, fine"

As he entered their room, Claire was just getting into bed, "I thought you were taking her to her room"

"She wants to stay with us tonight if its okay", Leon replies tiredly.

"Sure", Claire says.

Leon places her down in the middle of the bed and tucks her in. Then, he gets into bed, switching off the lamp, before laying down to sleep. The bed is a bit crammed now, but surely they'd make it work.

"Hey, guys?", Sherry whispers, making sure they were still awake to hear her.

"Hm?", they both turn to face her.

"Thank you for everything..."

"No need to thank us. We'll always be here", Claire says.

With that, the three of them fall asleep, dreaming of more times they'll be together.

The End?

#resident evil #resident evil 2 #re2 #fanfiction #ao3 #claire x leon #cleon #claire redfield #leon kennedy #sherry birkin #chris redfield #jill valentine #ada wong #fluff #found family

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unprocione · 10 months

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name : rian!

pronouns : he/him :)

preference of communication : discord! always discord, i constantly forget tumblr ims exist, and on discord i can remark things as unread, so i don't lose the notification if i can't reply at the time, which helps when i'm burnt out or if my attention span is particularly bad that day.

most active muse : leon & only leon these days!

experience / how many years : i've been writing on tumblr since late 2018! it feels like way longer, i started writing on tumblr when red dead redemption 2 was released and i was writing josiah trelawny while the game was actually still under embargo, scrambling to watch every new playthrough episode i could find while the fandom was setting up. i didn't actually play the game myself until it was released on pc in late 2019!

best experience : i had several really good experiences writing atlas/frank fontaine from bioshock in a western cusp-of-the-nineteen-hundreds american heartland verse, going into alot of topics like industrialism at that time, the american labour movement and american union history, strike tactics & the economics of greed. it was inspired alot from a show on the usa network called damnation that got cancelled, i did a ton of historical research and i mostly wrote with red dead redemption ii muses, did alot of worldbuilding with @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins who is an excellent roleplay partner! i'm working on potentially setting up that verse again but from a different perspective for leon, because i miss it.

rp pet peeves : oh i have alot of opinions but i keep 'em to myself until you give me an opportunity. can't stand people getting cancelled for writing villains as the actual villains they are in canon, or characters generally as more complicated morally, especially when they're referencing content from the actual media and people are losing their minds because they're not the fandom expectation or easy ship material. so many people will have 'mun does not equal muse!!' in their carrds and byfs but will clutch their pearls if you even quote directly from source material, and then harass the fuck out of you, send hate anons, suicide bait, i mean we've all seen it happen or heard about it if it hasn't happened to us directly, definitely so if you're on this site for more than a year, so you know what i mean. i don't like people looking to my writing for moral directives or sifting through all my content to glimpse some kind of agenda, i think that's chronically online behavior. obviously it's different if someone is writing pedophilia or something but i just feel like i shouldn't have to make that disclaimer at all, it feels like common sense but if i don't say something i run the risk of someone messaging me like 'so you support so & so? kill yourself!' y'know.

fluff, angst, or smut : i like all of these in moderation so long as there's depth to it further than just being fluff, angst, or smut for no cause, you know? if it's not signature to our muses, if it doesn't fit narratively, and is just feel-good content, i just get bored, and having any of this in back to back to back to back threads of just one roleplay genre is like being smothered to death with chocolate cake, i only like a little bit once in a while otherwise i get sick of it, y'know.

plots or memes : plotting 100%, but even though i heavily prefer plotting, i don't often have the energy for it? even if i really like the other muse's portrayal. or, alternatively, i will do all of this plotting in my head, and just like. never act on it, or bring it to my roleplay partner, due to this weird ocd-adjacent anxiety symptom i'm trying to break now that i have meds to help me out, where i make alot of social rules and conditions for myself that just overall completely pens me up and isolates me. i don't know what it's called but i've just always had that and it gets in the way of what i love doing all the time.

long or short replies : i don't have a reliable perception of long or short replies! i'm happy with two paragraphs but i'll reply with like six or eight paragraphs average because once i get over my anxiety there's really nothing else stopping me and i like run-on sentences and exposition and scenery and internal monologues!! and i know it's not always appropriate sometimes too, like if we agree on a shorter thread for less pressure, but i've always had a hard time knowing where to stop with anything, i have no perception of an appropriate point to cut off? i need like. a reverse nanowrimo.

time to write : apparently 11:00 pm - 6 am est, since that's when i'm most productive lately.

are you like your muses : god i hope not. i did choose to write leon as gay though because, i'm gay myself and it was more comfortable for me, even though he's pretty heterosexual in canon, but that's less from me wanting to relate with him on a point, and more because i have had some really uncomfortable and bad experiences shipping with female muses who didn't respect boundaries in the past. whether that's projecting attraction on me as a person instead of my muse, or wanting me to write noncon or torture porn, and finding a way to take it out on me when i said no or tried to let them down easy, and it's one of those things where looking back on the memory of it gives me the same tight-chested feelings as alot of people get when they've been involved in intense drama and callouts and stuff. just can't do it anymore! maybe that'll change someday ^^

tagged by: @blitzkriegers & @omniterror thamk u both for tagging :) tagging: @ubcs, @sinibell, @valour-bound, @mycelae

#there might have been more folks who tagged me but i can't remember...#» 🕊️ ﹕ chris redfields arms are bigger than my future. (ooc.) ❧#» 🕊️ ﹕ over here ，stranger. (dash games.) ❧

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a-shakespearean-in-paris · 1 year

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Barcelona

In Barcelona, they can be lovers.

Or, Leon and Ada meet agian after the defeat of Los Illuminados.

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He’s never going to love Spain.

There are too many finely woven memories about the country that replay as he tries to sleep at night. And while he may have only witnessed a small portion of the country, he doesn’t think he’ll utilize his passport to travel here for leisure, though of course business is usually his only purpose for traveling. Barcelona could be a lovely city—is a lovely city, but with every mission there’s always those loose ends to tie up. In Raccoon City he was shipped to Washington immediately, questioned and sent to training, and for this mission he’s in Barcelona, tiptoeing around diplomats and dignitaries while the US ambassador to Spain plays coy and assures an eradication of the amber and the plagas.

That’s none of his concern. Not tonight. Tonight, he left for the streets of Barcelona convincing himself it was alright to be a little selfish. And after all, it's not so selfish to seek closure.

The cause of his selfishness was a letter in his hotel room with a time, a place and a red stain of lipstick on frilly parchment that smelled faintly of what he thought was jasmine, though his nose for florals isn’t particularly developed. Where on earth did she even get that sort of shit? Didn’t she have other games to play? More importantly, why the hell was he more than willing to rope himself along? He told Ashley she was a part of him he couldn’t let go of. He thought about it after. Ada was in Raccoon City. Part of him died that day. Not all. It was just dormant. Ada waltzes back in, just like before when she made him believe she wanted to do right by the world, just like he once did. And yes, he felt fucking good and on top of the world after Raccoon City, just like when he brought Ashley home. It was everything that was attached that wasn’t worth it.

He's never going to love Spain. What little fondness he has—for the food and sangria—is going to disappear tonight. Ada wouldn’t have it any other way. She must make this country, and his victory, hers.

She picked a non-touristy sort of place, low lit with tiny tables and candles in the center. He spots her immediately. A woman in red is hard to miss. Ada Wong? Impossible. Every inch of her is etched sharpness, from the blunt cut of her hair to the arched eyebrows, to the curve of her cupid’s bow and impractical boots. She wears a red turtleneck with a short brown skirt that matches those high heeled boots, a red silk scarf around her neck. Always so stylish. Always beautiful.

“Somehow I knew you wouldn’t stay away,” she says as he sits. “You are predictable to a fault.”

“Your success. My detriment.”

She smirks, resting a gloved hand on her cheek. “Alright. Say everything you want to say but didn’t on the way to the island. I won’t stop you.”

“I’m not playing your game.”

“This is no game,” she says. “Call me cruel. Call me a viper. Say I kissed you because I was using you. I won’t argue. In fact, I want you to talk.”

“Were you using me?”

She doesn’t reply.

“I came here because you asked,” he reminds her. “You wanted me here. You’re going to do this for me now. You’re going to tell me the truth.”

Her laugh is bitter. “You’re not so much a knight. You don’t want to know why I took the sample. You want to know if I want you.”

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#aeon #ada wong #leon s kennedy #aeon fic #re4 remake #re4 remake spoilers #re4 fic #shakes writing #this made me ACHE SO GOOD

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infjtarot · 9 months

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King of Wands. Weiser Waite Smith Tarot

The King of Wands is dressed boldly, in robes the colors of flame. He sits on the edge of his seat, incapable of staying in repose. The King of Wands is nothing if not charismatic. His energy and his enthusiasm are infectious. He (or she) is a creative thinker, quick on his feet, and always ready for a new adventure. This King always needs a new task to complete, or he will start to crack. He can see a project through to completion and has a command over his skills and talents.

Emma Goldman, an American political activist during the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, was trouble, but then, the King of Wands usually is. When one starts thinking about all of that fiery energy—sex, revolution, ecstasy, passion, creativity, rage—authorities have, historically, not responded well. Goldman was thrown in jail, slandered, censored, harassed, and, finally, the US government had her deported. All because she wanted to talk publicly about issues that made the people in power uncomfortable. The combination of air and fire is a particularly powerful one. Oxygen sustains the flame, and wind can spread it far and wide. Too much air—like blowing out a candle—and the fire is snuffed out; not enough and the same happens. But when the mix is right, you don’t just get a cozy little campfire. You can burn down a whole forest.

So the Kings of Wands have been revolutionaries. Like Maud Gonne, traveling around Ireland during the years when Charles Parnell fought for Home Rule in the late nineteenth century, inciting the people to resist the British occupiers. Or like Leon Trotsky, fighting against the totalitarianism of Russian leader Joseph Stalin and founding the Red Army, before his eventual assassination. Or Rosa Luxemburg, the philosopher who fought against the rise of Nazism in Germany and was such a threat that she was assassinated. There has to be an intellectual heft behind all of this anger and calls for change, otherwise you risk becoming just a terrorist or a murderer. Like the Red Army Faction in Germany, which formed to fight the failed denazification of the post–World War II government and to bring about a fairer and more just social system, but then just ended up killing without much thought or strategy. Many groups that begin with good intentions end up committing the same kinds of crimes and atrocities that they said they wanted to fight to begin with. The rage takes over and devours all the oxygen in the room. But truly effective revolutionaries—like Emma Goldman, who raised consciousness about feminism, the evils of rapacious capitalism, and sexual freedom; or Angela Davis, who has fought against the American prison system as well as racism and sexism—are able to keep their rage in check through their intellect. They use the tools of the King, such as thought and the pen and speech, to spread the word. With this card, it’s not enough to feel rage or excitement. You must understand what lies beneath those feelings. You must study what you can do to change the situation that makes you angry or to nurture an environment that stimulates you. It’s a study of impulses—those urges we fear we cannot control—to see where they come from and also the consequences of acting on them. And then using your charisma and your wit to spark those feelings and those thoughts in others. RECOMMENDED MATERIALS Let the Fire Burn, documentary film directed by Jason Osder Living My Life, book by Emma Goldman Cesar Chavez: History Is Made One Step at a Time, film directed by Diego Luna Jessa Crispin

#King of Wands.#wands #tarot #court cards #Weiser Waite Smith Tarot #jessa crispin

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dragons-nest-black-dragon · 1 year

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Dimorphism and dragon genes

In this article, only the views of Piper and Leon will be described in more detail. The topic of their offspring will be touched upon. I was inspired to create this article by my pleasant friend: @linaselandbasil

I think you should see it too, love @lumen-anima

Let's immediately briefly go over the races of these two, their appearance and who they are.

Piper belongs to the type of Ancient Crystal Dragon (not to be confused with a simple crystal dragon. She is precisely the “Ancient”. I will talk about the difference between these two species a little later). These dragons inhabited the entire North, they were rarely seen in other cities and lands, since the cold is very important to them. The hot climate will not play a special role on their body, but still, permafrost is more preferable to them. Her species was one of the first species of dragons, and her father is generally considered the Progenitor of all species of this race, since he is the very first dragon in Taytjer.

Leon also belongs to the genus of stone dragons, but unlike his wife, he is a representative of the Ancient Obsidian Dragon. This species was released a little later than the Piper species, but it is also one of the founders of the stone subspecies of the entire race, as it is among the first of their subspecies. These dragons aren't particularly picky about climates either, but they're more common in the South or cities where there are volcanoes and lots of rocks.

So, let's start with their appearance in more detail. Some fragments will be described in "". These are phrases or records that were kept by people or other creatures who once arrived in Taytjer. I decided to do this purely for myself, since my story format will jump from "my data" to "records of bystanders."

Ancient Crystal Dragon

“When I saw her scales, she shimmered like a rainbow, like the scales of a radiant snake. Even when we shone with artificial light, she continued to shimmer like a rainbow. ”

Piper's species was indeed famous for its iridescent scales, and many compared it to the scales of a radiant snake. Just look at this beauty!

Perhaps the only difference between the scales of this snake and the scales of the Ancient Crystal Dragon is that in dragons it is white, while in these snakes it is dark brown, sometimes black, and the belly is cream.

Also, the shape of the head and the colors of the mouth were compared with another snake: “When the mouth is closed, there is a slight semblance of a smile due to the characteristic incision of the jaw. In addition, the mouth cavity itself, like the tongue, is dark blue, almost black. In these records, the muzzle of this dragon was compared to a black mamba. True, the presence of dark blue pigmentation in the mouth speaks only of the very color of the blood of this creature, unlike the snake itself.

Let us omit further details of the structure of this species and move on to dimorphism.

If you look at the view when they are in the form of people, then there are practically no differences, except for one, but about it a little lower. The exception is when they are in the form of a half-lizard, when there is a tail, fangs, and so on, which would make it clear about the race of creation. Whether in the form of a half-lizard or a dragon, the males are always slightly larger than the females. Literally half a head or a head higher. Males are much hardier and their scales are not so close to the body, that is, towards the pointed ends, each scale puffs up a little in the opposite direction from the body (Almost like a bush viper, but not so much). In addition, in males, the anterior 6 canines are more pronounced (2 on the upper jaw and 4 on the lower). This is done so that if the victim is captured, she can no longer get out. Also, it serves to attack and protect, if suddenly the father has to protect his partner and offspring.

Those fangs are highlighted in red.

But the females are superior to their partners in the length of the tail and elongation of the body. If the males are larger in general terms, then the ladies, relative to their bodies, have a slightly longer torso and tail, as well as wing membranes. This is done to protect their offspring. Most of the time the cubs spend with their mother and they sleep only in a warm “hoop”, which the mother provides them, twisting into a ring and, often, covering the babies with a wing from strong wind or snow. Returning to the difference in the image of a person - a cover of crystals. Dragons are such creatures that are completely devoid of shame, they can come out to you completely naked without a twinge of conscience. BUT! If necessary, they can hide behind crystals. If a woman can cover her chest and bottom with them, and this will not interfere with them, then it is a little more difficult for men. They can cover the bottom with a crystal, but that would be extremely physically uncomfortable. Therefore, either the tail helps them in this, or, all the same, clothes. Unlike men, this does not cause any discomfort to women.

Well, now let's move on to Leon, stir up the old man.

Ancient Obsidian Dragon

As with Piper, let's start with the scales.

“The structure of the scales reminded us of the terrestrial bush viper, and the presence of small horns above the eyes, the usual horned viper, but not of a golden color, but of dark blue. It's funny how such massive horns can match such small horns." As is clear from the records, this type of dragon has collected features similar to the two types of viper. Ay, Leon prickly uncle:

Now just imagine how Leon, in the form of a dragon, lies on the sand, his muzzle bowed in the same way as in the second photo. Now I can't unsee it.

Consider dimorphism, in its form it is also present.

There are no differences at all in the image of people. Even with the cover of nudity, there is no difference, as Piper's dragon had. But in the image of a dragon and a half-lizard, there are already differences: In this species, males are quite a bit taller than females, but more muscular. This is the type of dragon that can often be in motion and carry heavy things. Let's just say, a heavy dragon. On the muzzle, at the top, the skin is stronger, thicker, because they often have to push something with their head. Basically, this is another male, if you suddenly have to fight for the heart of the chosen woman or to protect offspring. (That's why Leon is such a stubborn sheep xD) If the sight of his wife is often protected precisely with teeth and thorns, then here is the sight of Leon with paws and claws. On the fold of the wings there is the so-called first finger, and there is a long claw with which it can injure the attacker. Also, the most important distinguishing feature of a male from a female is the presence of spikes at the chin. They are not dangerous for the female, if the male starts rubbing his muzzle against her, this is such a peculiar distinguishing feature.

Comparing Leon and Piper, this difference played out on them as well. Simply put, if they were the same species, then nothing would have changed. Leon will still be larger than his wife, will protect her and her offspring, and Piper will also be a little longer and take care of raising children, helping her husband.

I hasten to upset, but in some species, incest is welcome. The look of Piper applies to him. This is especially in cases where, for some reason, relatives fall in love with each other and do not want to be with someone else. (I remind you that Ancient Crystal and Ancient Obsidian are monogamous.) Or, as an option, obsession with purebreds. On the one hand, you have a beloved wife that you love, but on the other hand, you can also impregnate both your mother and daughter only for the purpose of purebredness and rejection of other people's blood (The case if this dragon wants purebred children. Fertilizes dragons of its kind , but at the same time with a partner of a different kind, which he has chosen, he defends himself.). Alas, but it is. (One of the reasons why Leon is often near Piper and does not leave her alone with her adult sons. (Although he understands that this will not happen. Just let the old man get used to the fact that this was welcomed in their families, but not in his, which he created with Piper.) This was also practiced in his family, but more on that later.) However, the topic of fertilization immediately disappears if her man is next to another woman. That is, if suddenly the son decides to impregnate the mother, and somewhere nearby there is her husband (Okay, it doesn’t matter where, the main thing is that he’s alive), then the son will strongly grab from his father and, as an option, risks being kicked out of the family into solitary confinement. wandering.

There are times when another dragon stares at a married woman, in which case it can come to a fight, or even death. But it's not a fact that a woman will love another man who wins and / or kills her husband. In this case, if a woman is from the monogamous subspecies, then there may be frequent quarrels in the family, or she may not accept a man’s children from this at all. Even if she gives birth to him, she may consider them strangers to herself, since they were not born from her beloved husband. If Piper is not pregnant by Leon, she may indeed not accept these children, even if she gives birth to them herself. Why? Because these two are like damn swans - one died, the second died. But seriously, it will simply happen that these children are not from the only and beloved man, but from someone completely outwardly. Contrary to all subsequent biology, she will not produce attachment hormones after childbirth, because, I am learning, there will not be a time when she fell in love once and for all. However, this does not apply to adopted children (Example: Lance and Valkyon). If there is a man nearby, then she will be able to take the children under her wing and raise them as best as possible. If she will be alone because of the death of her husband, then no. This is how it is in their nature.

Well, we talked about dimorphism, you can go to their offspring. What can it be.

Offspring

Let's start with the fact that dragons of different species can marry and have children, this is not prohibited by any laws, unless, of course, parents approve of this (often among women. Especially if this is the son or daughter of the head of the settlement).

I'll give the Punnett lattice here below, but let's go over it briefly: That Piper and Leon are the founders of the subspecies of stone dragons and both were born from the first dragons (Piper was born directly from the Progenitor of dragons, but Leon from the type of dragon he created. That is, if Aivingard had not made his race with his hands, namely, conceived, then he would be Leon's grandfather, and not just the Progenitor), which means that they both have many dominant genes, but somewhere one is inferior to the other, and now we will analyze it.

I'm not very sure about the correctness of my calculations, since I haven't done this business for a very long time (5 years, damn it), but I'll give them anyway. I just hope that I transferred everything correctly from the notebook and drafts. I have a lot of notes and the handwriting is not very readable, that's why.

This grid shows what kind of babies Piper and Leon could have, based on their hair color, eye color, nose shape, and eye shape:

Please note that the length of the ears depends on the shape of the child's eyes. If the eyes are round, like their mother's, then the ears will be long. However, if the children have her nose, but the eyes are from the father, then they will be standard. I didn't draw all of their hair because it would take me too long. Therefore, they are shown like this.

Also, I considered with what probability Leon and Piper will have twins or twins in one pregnancy: 50% to 50%. It is easier to say that in 20 pregnancies, they can have about 30 children. This is for those who are too lazy to count. Piper was born into a family of twins, where twins or twins were born with each pregnancy. Leon is the opposite. Following my calculations further - they will more often give birth to Ancient Crystal Dragons than Ancient Obsidian Dragons, the Piper gene dominates here.

I think that's all I can say for now.

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wowallofthenamesaretaken · 2 years

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My personal random headcanons about the original round table from BBC Merlin

Gwen:

She used to be tomboy, as a kid. In TV show we see her mostly hang around with man (partially becouse we had a lot of man in this show), she was raised by her father after her mother died. This meant that a lot of her influences were male, this also shaped her interests. We see her making a key to the cell Leon was traped in, so she had to know her way around the metal.

Once she became Morgana's servant, she started spending way more time around other woman, and her interests shifted. She particularly enjoys sewing

Once she learnt that Merlin had magic, she legalised it, but made some laws restricitng the use of it, since she often had seen it used for the cruel things. Like what a lot of sorcerers who attacked Camelot did to the civilians.

She struggled during the transition from the servant to the queen. Even after years she had some habits that she developed during her childhood.

Elyan:

He used to be a trouble kid, Gwen mentioned that he often followed his heart, and that it often led him to the wrong places. I think that if not for the fact, that he felt like he hurt his sister by not being there, he would have travel for way longer, and would eventualy get into some serious.

I think he's very good with children, mostly becouse of the scene with the ghost of a druid boy. Gentleness seems to run in the family.

Shares a lot of memories with Leon, and has a specific bond with him, since he is the only of the knights that he knew since childhood.

Leon:

He is actually hot headed, but is working on his temper. In episode with goblin, he was ready to fight goblin Gaius, but the longer he spends as a knight the calmer he gets.

The oldest among the round table other than Gaius

Many people have a headcanon that he is immortal, but I think that he is a lot like Klaus from Umbrella academy. Death hates HIM specifically. Even if he dies, he just goes back. That's why he is unfazed about so many dangers.

Lancelot:

Spent a lot of time among druids. Those guys never leave anyone in need, so it makes sense that someone who was orphaned at a young age would meet them. One of the reasons why he didn't seem really bothered about Merlin having magic. He grew up around it

Has tendencies to become completely obsessed with stuff. Sometimes it's something like becoming the knight, but sometimes he has truly weird obssesions.

Percival:

He had a huge family. Like a lot of siblings and cousins. They all died around family celebration (wedding).

Also good with kids. He and Elyan are ultimate babysitting duo.

Becouse of that he gets really protective of others in the group. Especially Gwen, Merlin, Gaius and Gwaine. He is protective of the first three becouse he belives that they are helpless in comparison to the knights, and protective of Gwaine becouse he often gets in trouble.

Uses his strength to help with a lot of pranks. I mean this dude pushed rocks of the cliff. He definitly can do some weird stuff with those arms of his.

Gaius:

Has seen a lot of sorcerers abusing their powers, that's why at the beggining he didn't protest when Uther started the purge. Only after a while he noticed that Uther was just as bad as those sorcerers.

Used to be great at more combative spells when he was younger.

Merlin:

As a child he used to have magical outbursts, around the time he had growth spurts.

He said that one of his neighboors didn't like him, and I think it's becouse of Merlin's sarcasm. The neighboor was constantly thinking he was talking back.

He definitly has a type. First Morgana, then Freya, he also said that Nimue's look could rival that of a princess. He just sees pale woman with dark hair, who looks good in red, and doesn't know what to do.

Arthur:

Hates any type of lies. He grew up around Uther, Morgana and Agravaine, so he is used to those, which is one of the reasons why he hates lies so much. He doesn't like having to analyse others people words all the time.

Would have legalise magic himself, if he was given the time, but fully trusting Merlin again would take a lot of time. After that they would have been closer than ever.

He slept with a teddy bear for a very long time (yes, this is becouse of the children in need video)

Gwaine (I am leaving him for the last, becouse I have the most headcanons about him):

Grew up mostly around woman. We know that he doesn't remember his father, so he was raised by his mother. Plus he has a sister. I have a headcanom that he had a cool grandma.

He could meet new people without any issues, but he had a lot of issues with forming deeper connections.

I think he didn't like his sister, becouse she was too serious, and had more traditional views on nobility than he had.

He has a very weird skillset, becouse during his travels he learnt a lot unrelated stuff. One moment he could be fighting, other moment he could be dancing, and another moment he could be giving lecture about wyverns.

Covers up his negative feelings with humor. It makes finding out what's wrong way harder.

(I found that one in anothers person post, but it's so true) He is basically Florida man of Camelot.

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divine-jupiter · 2 years

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Why Ada is an Aquarius...

My two (billion) cents on why Ada is just extra af.

** Trigger Warning: minor mention of abuse

Facts About Ada:

secretive

independent

works alone unless someone's goals align w/ hers

she wears sleek and elegant attire

red is her signature color

she remains calm and collected in most situations

her goals are all but unknown

she is absolutely dedicated to them, however

Leon is her weakness

she appreciates enthusiasm and intelligence

she is well-versed in many subjects and likes to read

remaining clean is important to her

her RE4 reports shown at the end of each chapter to her story, Separate Ways, are unsurprisingly thorough

Facts About the Aquarius Placement:

their ruling planet is Uranus (originally co-ruled Saturn w/ Capricorn)

they are the Water Bearer

their element is air

their modality is fixed

associated w/ the tiger, the turtle and the whale

they struggle with being shunned and/or exiled from groups

their personalities are innovative

they care little for other's opinions of them

they're ahead of their time

thought to suffer from a "god complex"

Aquarius Sun Traits:

this placement is considered to be in its detriment (this means the Sun is at its weakest in Aquarius and does not feel comfortable)

humanitarian (everything they do revolves around this)

can choose unorthodox ways in which to help humanity

despite their innovate nature, they can become quite fixed in their beliefs

considered pretentious by some bc of their disinterest in traditional thinking

individual af

like a Leo, they crave admiration, though unlike a Leo, they want it for more than just performance (they want to be the best)

perceptive to cultural shifts

not particularly emotional

doesn't coddle or mother anyone

aware of undercurrents in the political arena

cunningly brutal when cutting through drama

Additional:

Ada's deep and magnetic nature paired with her secretiveness screams Scorpio Moon to me. So here is some more useless astrology info on that!

Facts About the Scorpio Placement:

their ruling planet is Pluto (originally co-ruled Mars w/ Aries)

they are the Scorpion

their element is water

their modality is fixed

associated w/ the scorpion, the snake and the eagle (phoenix)

most Scorpio placements deal with abuse of their boundaries, whether verbal, physical, sexual or otherwise

because of this, they develop a hyper protective and secretive nature

can become overly attached to a person or belief

a very heavy and fixed energy

extremely secretive

power is the name of their game, so they are always making power moves

if they reveal something, believe that it was a calculated reveal

Scorpio Moon Traits:

this placement is considered to be in its fall (this means the native struggles to express their lunar qualities and emotional needs)

dedicated and loyal (the most loyal Moon placement)

insanely perceptive

aloof and unreachable

mistrusting of everyone bc of their volatile childhoods

intuitive to someone's shadow aspects

highly passionate and emotional, but they conceal this

they have a natural allure and intensity that is intimidating

Aquarius Sun/Scorpio Moon Personality Traits:

hyper self-sufficient

iconoclast

stoic

bold

ambitious

nonconformist

sensual

enigmatic

independent

secretive

unconventional

magnetic

charming

complex

dark

mysterious

loyal (to a select few)

* ** Thanks for reading!!!

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 2 years

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Merlin/Lancelot domestic life hc?

Aww🥺

Chaos. To put it simply. Everyone thinks Merlin is nuts and Lance is soft and gentle because they forget that Lancelot, despite being all about honour and honesty, was 10/10 ready to commit himself to a lifetime of identity fraud after 1 (one) cute twink stared at him with puppy eyes.

They spend so little time together during the day because of their jobs, so everyone is super confused at how they know EVERYTHING about what the other is doing?? Arthur will casually imply he hasn't seen Merlin in a few hours, and Lance, without missing a beat, will say "he's in the lower town shopping for Gaius." Everyone is baffled because... Lancelot has been with them the whole time?? Leon will quietly, to himself, wonder how long until the most recent border patrol gets back, and Merlin, without looking up from the paperwork he's filling in for Arthur, will mutter "they've just reached the city's outer wall, they'll be back in about a half candle mark, depending how long it takes them to untack." Lance is on that patrol, sure, but how did he know?? Merlin and Lance are talking constant shit in each other's heads, that's how. Gwaine once jokingly calls it a lovers' intuition and... Merlin and Lance are terrible at coming up with excuses so... yeah, sure, lovers' intuition it is.

According to google they're the same height, so cheek kisses/chin kisses/shoulder kisses, every single time they see each other no matter what. Even if they're both in a terrible hurry and just pass each other in the corridor. They're not big on general PDA, especially when they're around other people, but they do sort of gravitate to one another. When they're with the knights/Arthur/people from Camelot, Merlin always finds himself stood slightly behind Lance. When he first realised this he was like "oh my Gods I really was born to be a servant I see a Sir and I put myself behind him without even realising wtf." but then Lance is all "...no Merlin, you numpty, I put myself in front of you because you're a godamn wizard in the middle of the we-hate-wizards Kingdom." and Merlin tears up a bit. BUT when they're in the lower town or out in the forest, it's the other way round. Merlin doesn't have to worry so much because people are far less likely to notice if he has to do some magic to protect his hunky bf.

Just like they aren't really into PDA, I feel like pet names and endearments don't crop up very often either. Very VERY occasionally a "my love" will slip out but like... only if one of them has almost died or they haven't seen each other in a few days. Mostly it's just "Merls" and "Lance". When Merlin is feeling particularly teasing, he'll call Lancelot "Loverboy" and he goes fucking RED, and he’ll mutter something about being "technically older than you so YOU'RE the boy except you're not actually a boy because that would be... never mind. Shut up."

The others think the relationship is super sweet, and in the early days both of them got really blushy if anyone mentioned it, but later on it's only Lancelot. Merlin stops caring what people think really quickly (it's not that Lance cares, he's just easily flustered), because Lance is basically the only wholly good thing in his life, so unless anyone says something genuinely bad about him/the relationship, it doesn't bother him at all. To be honest, I feel like no one figured it out for like... six months?? And it's not because they hid it, it's just because they'd always been fairly affectionate anyway, and everyone else is stupid.

When they move in together, Merlin tries to demand he just moves into Lancelot's knight room to make things easier, but Lance insists that isn't fair on Merlin and they get a little house in the upper town instead. It's not posh or anything, it just needed to be close to the castle. Neither of them have many belongings anyway, so everything starts off really neat and tidy, but once the novelty of having their own space sets in, it fills up with shit so quickly. Lance is always buying Merlin books and silly shelf trinkets and Merlin is always buying Lance clothes and weapons. Of course they have a whole room dedicated to healing, because A) They both have quite dangerous jobs/destinies and are always hurt, and B) If for whatever reason the Physician's chambers are full (be it sickness, or an attack, etc), Merlin wants to be able to help. It's the ONLY room in the house that's tidy. As for cooking, I feel like they're both pretty good? Merlin is better at throwing something together from nothing, probably from patrols in the wilderness and life in Ealdor, but Lance is better at putting together a significant meal when they have proper ingredients.

Hunith ADORES Lance, and honestly that makes Merlin so ridiculously happy, UNTIL she starts sharing embarrassing childhood stories. But Lancelot more than makes up for it by telling the two of them the trouble he used to get into as a child.

People though that once the truth came out about the magic and everything is legalised and Merlin is promoted, things would get better/more tolerable. They do not. They pull more pranks, they team up against everyone else and it's chaos. Gwaine had pink hair for a week. Leon started speaking in a French accent. They stole every single one of Arthur's left shoes. BUT they are also one HELL of a power couple in court, always ready to team up to bully an arsehole councilman or stand up for things or scare people. They're not even really aware of it, but Gwen catches on really quickly and demands that Arthur start seating them together during council meetings (originally he had Merlin on one side, Gwen on the other, and Lancelot was further round the table somewhere in amongst the knights) because she knew if they (the non arseholes) wanted anything done, Merlin and Lancelot could push it through.

I hope this is enough for you anon!! I love this and I love YOU!!!

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