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sebastianswallows · 1 year

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A new family — Chapter 9

— PAIRING: dark!Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Ominis gets tired of his family and how miserable life is with them after he graduates. So he follows Sebastian's example for once, and kills them in cold blood. Now that he has the mansion to himself, he discovers he would still like to have a family, but one of his own making.

— WARNINGS: smut, fluff, cuddling, fingering, breeding kink, size kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sweet/dirty talk, and of course Parseltongue 🐍

— WORDCOUNT: 3k

— TAGLIST: @littletealight @skarathewitch @myrachondria @mrimperio @ssnapsaurus @tarotwitchy-main @hufflepuff-16 @shameless0shenanigans @imaslytherpuff @adoxra

Her fingers curled around his, with Ominis holding them beside her head while he laid kisses all over her neck. He licked the sweat that pooled there and smiled when he felt her purr. His hot breath, coming fast but still so soft, sent shivers down her body, her every muscle, and the tension settled right at her aching womanhood.

“O-ominis,” she moaned, sinking her nails into his knuckles — not enough to hurt, but just enough that he would feel it.

“My love,” he whispered back, trailing kisses down the centre of her neck, “my little wife, my own, my only, mine…”

She felt it when he braced his elbows on the bed, still holding her hands beside her, still pressing her down with his whole body and her legs spread around his waist, and then she felt something poking at her core.

“Aaahh…” she gasped, “t-that’s…”

“Shhh… easily, my darling, lightly…”

Her eyes were wide, staring through the dark, looking at where he would be. He was so hard and dripping wet against her, his tip feeling feverish compared to the rest of his skin and still only parly peeking out of its soft covering. Ominis pressed his lips against her jaw and slowly, carefully, pulled upward, dragging his chest against her straining nipples, his thighs against her bottom, and tried to press inside of her. His manhood slid against her wetness and the head bumped into her mound before he canted his hips back and settled it back at her entrance. Her folds surrounded it, hugging it, pulsing around him in a kiss.

Ominis slowly pulled back before thrusting forward again, driving his straining manhood right toward her hole. She whined and shivered, and nearly closed her legs in surprise at the feeling, but he was there holding her apart with his thighs.

“Won’t go,” he muttered, but then he soothed his own frustrations with a sigh. “We’ll have to see to that then, won’t we?”

Before she could ask what he meant, his fingers touched her core again. She arched up involuntarily as he began to tease her, playing loudly in her wetness and dragging it up to her nub. His other hand went up to hold her head, gentling her frowns with his thumb.

After flicking her bud quite mercilessly, he dipped his hand a little lower and felt for her hole, then entered it — just with one finger, just trying her. Her lips parted in a gasp that Ominis quickly silenced with a kiss. When he got to the first knuckle, he pulled back, then thrust inside a bit deeper, then deeper still, until it was halfway inside.

“So tight, my little love is,” he whispered against her lips. “Are you scared?”

“N-no…”

“Good,” he smiled, kissing her lips again. “I wish only to take care of you, please you, pleasure you, my heart...”

When his finger was nearly all the way to the root, his thumb began to rub her nub. She mewled at the sensation and reached up to kiss him, burying her pleas into his mouth. Ominis took them gladly, chuckling against her lips while he kept toying with her.

With his hand still there, he thrust his hips forward and tried to enter her again, testing how open she was — but still no luck. His middle finger eased out, then back in, fighting through the clenching of her inner muscles.

“Relax, my love,” he whispered between kisses, “I need to part you…”

“I… I’m trying…”

“Is it not good?”

“It is,” she whimpered, “it is, it’s so…”

“Good,” he smiled, kissing her breathless again.

A second finger slid into her hole, and his hand found a rhythm, pushing in and out while rubbing her button raw, spreading her own juices around her throbbing folds, and all the while his manhood was right there, threatening to enter her.

Kissing down her chin and past the necklace, Ominis settled on her breasts. His hand left her head to cup them, pressing them together carefully so that he could suckle on them both at once. She yelped and writhed, giggling insanely at the pleasure he brought her from every direction, but he just kept diligently working on her. Every act was deliberate and measured, as if he’d thought it through a thousand times. The fingers moved faster, deeper, stretching her out, and her nub began to twitch from overstimulation.

“Om-minis,” she sighed, shivering from head to toe, “I… I can’t…”

“You can,” said Ominis, voice muffled by her breasts, “you will. I’ll make you…”

“Can’t… can’t…” she pleaded, head lazing back, chest heaving, fingers curling in the sheets.

But her legs spread of their own accord and she began to tilt her hips toward his fingers, and a lick of fire started spreading from her core down to her thighs and up her tummy. He felt it, and nibbled on her breasts a little harder while his fingers curled deliciously inside her.

“Ominis!” she moaned, and every sound after that was a wordless cry of pleasure as orgasm overtook her.

He kept suckling on her breasts and fingering her, thrusting in and out with the fingers curled just right, and once she began to clench around him, he shoved them deep. He held there, as far inside as he could reach, feeling her convulse around him on and on, until it stopped. The thumb kept flicking her bud, nail scraping against it lightly until she stopped shivering.

When he pulled away from her, a trail of slick followed like a delicate string, stretching out until it snapped and stuck to her inner thigh. His tongue lapped at her breasts more slowly, lips following their every rise and fall, until her breathing settled. Between her legs, his thumb rested on her pearl until it too calmed down and ceased its twitching.

“O-Omi—” she breathed, not able to finish his name before he began to shove himself inside of her.

“There you are,” he whispered breathlessly, “there’s my love… Stay still…”

With his still wet hand, he grabbed onto one hip to hold her down as the head of his manhood pushed into her. The tip popped in first, stretching her far wider than his fingers had, and then the shaft slid in more smoothly. She winced and grit her teeth, feeling far too sensitive after her orgasm, but soon the same familiar pleasure started spreading up and down her body again.

“Aaaah… d-deeper,” she whimpered, arching in the dark, searching for Ominis.

“Gently, my love,” he whispered from above her. “I don’t want to hurt you… You’ll tell me if I hurt you, right?”

She nodded distractedly, forgetting that he couldn’t see, but Ominis must’ve felt the motion and chuckled.

“I meant it,” he said, speaking seriously but fondly as his thumb brushed over her hipbone.

“I know…”

He was barely half-way in when he paused, and his whole body stopped. Ominis held himself up on one arm, breathing quietly, listening to her. The pearls and emeralds at her neck chimed with her every inhale. When he felt her ready, he began to thrust again, hips snapping ever so slightly forward, deeper, always deeper, until she hugged his shaft to the root.

They moaned in unison, holding onto each other so tightly they hardly knew anymore where one ended and the other began. She found his hips and embraced him, pulling him ever so slightly closer. Moving carefully, Ominis bent over her and kissed her lips again, far more slowly and desirously than he had that entire night. He laid over her with almost all his weight, holding her down.

His hand on her hip felt hot and sticky. For a moment, she imagined that was blood on his hands, her darling murderous husband. Closing her eyes, she pictured herself painted with it, and she’d never loved him more. Her adoring, tender, dangerous husband…

“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth, “more than anything…”

“And I love you,” Ominis said without pause, leaping down to kiss her again, more aggressively and lovingly this time.

His hips pulled back, dragging his heavy member out of the hug of her womanhood, then snapped back hard, pushing her a little up the bed. She could hardly move without him following, their legs curled around each other’s and their chests sticking together with sweat. His kiss swallowed a surprised little yelp from her.

Every motion touched something in her body that made her want to jump out of her skin, and it took everything she had to not close her legs to him — not that it would have mattered, because he wasn’t going anywhere. He was inside her, plugging her up, forcing her open, bullying her hole past its overstimulation into accepting what he gave it.

“Stay as you are,” Ominis breathed, chuckling tiredly against her sweaty neck. “How am I to give you what you need if you close yourself to me?”

“I… s-sorry…”

“Shhh, no need for that,” he said sweetly. “Here, let me help…”

With one long, slow thrust, Ominis brought his lips up to her forehead and his hands around her neck and his hips right against hers, and stayed there. He kissed her temple while cupping her throat, just feeling her frantic pulse and breathing, but caressing her with his thumb in one sweet promise that he’ll hold her down more firmly should she try to move again. His thighs were flush against her behind, and his sac was getting soiled with her juices. She whined and arched, body protesting against being so full, but Ominis held, and held, and held there. He was keeping his promise to her, mating with her like a snake.

“There you are,” he whispered against her hairline. “That’s my good little wife… Keep it right there…”

“Too big,” she whined, bucking her hips nervously. It only managed to tease her more.

“Relax,” he whispered, “stop fighting it…”

“Yes,” she sobbed, nodding her head against his shoulder, “I’m trying…”

Ominis cooed at her and slid a hand lower again, palm tracing a heavy path down her sensitive breasts, her waist, her hip, before it pushed its way between their bodies. Suddenly, he began to flick her clit again, playing with it roughly while his shaft lay inside her to the hilt. She tensed up and cried, a small tear of wetness tickling down her folds as her body reached a point of almost unbearable overstimulation again.

“Kiss me again,” she begged, her voice breaking with half-moans. “Kiss me, I need it, I —”

He chuckled and slid down her body, his lips landing on her cheek, her nose, and then her mouth. He sipped on her pleasured murmurs and began to move his finger around her nub at the same leisurely pace as his kiss. When he released her lips, it was only to move even lower and kiss her breasts. She wailed loudly when he pulled one puckered bud into his mouth and suckled while he caught her clit between two fingers and pinched it, catching it again and again when it slipped from how wet it was.

“Please,” she cried, “please, please, Omi —”

Her begging did something to him. Ominis moaned deep in his throat and she could feel his manhood kick while still inside her. He finally pulled back, then slammed up into her again, working up a frantic pace that would have moved her up the bed if not for his hand holding her down by the throat.

She filled the room with moans and clung to him as he brought her to another shaky, ravaged orgasm. His hand stilled, but his shaft worked her through it, keeping her pulsing channel stretched and struggling to contain him. She was still twitching from her released when he began to messily rub her nub once more.

“No,” she groaned between hysterical bouts of laughter at how sensitised she was, “can’t… Too much…”

“That’s what you said last time,” he said, smirking with her breast still between his lips. “You can take it…”

“I caaan’t…”

“Don’t you want to be a good wife for me?” he whispered, moving to the other breast and sucking noisily at it. “Can’t make a family if you’re not good…”

“Y-you want that? With me?”

“Don’t you?”

She’d always known Ominis to hate his family, and he’d expressed in not so many words the intention to have them die out, at least so far as he could help it. She didn’t dare to hope that him getting rid of the rest of the Gaunts would have changed his plans in that regard, but hearing him say it made her heart rush.

“I… I do,” she said once she caught her breath. The necklace rattled against her collar when she tilted her head slightly, looking down toward him in the dark, though she could hardly see him. “I want it v-very much, in fact…”

Her admission seemed to breathe new life into Ominis. He grinned, and the breath of his laughter cooled her skin before he dipped again and kissed her, moving from one breast to the other quickly, then right at the centre where her heart was beating.

His hand at her neck worked its way upward, tangling in her hair, while at her womanhood his fingers played in her wetness. He scooped up a bit of her release and dragged it to her mound, making a mess of her, teasing her with how much she’d already spilt for him. Very slowly, mindful of how sensitive she was, his hips began to cant up into her again.

But he was more gentle this time, taking up the slow pace of earlier. She could tell from his quick puffs of breath that he was holding back.

“Ominis,” she moaned, threading her shaky fingers though his hair, “please, finish inside me…”

He responded with a groan and one harder, sharper thrust. “I will,” he promised. “I’ll fill you up so much your body won’t have a choice but to let itself be bred…”

“Yes, yes, please, I need it!”

“So good for me,” he whined. “You’re all soft now… So plush, so wet…”

He stretched his legs and braced himself against the bed to push more deeply into her, hands going up to hold her wrists down on the bed, rendering her flat beneath him. He was conquering her inside and out, holding her down with his weight and moving just his hips in sharp, deep shoves. Her folds throbbed, lavishing his sac with kisses whenever it slapped against them.

He felt her clenching around him and hissed, whispering nonsense against her dampened flesh in Parseltongue. She stilled at hearing it, frightened for a split second at that forbidden language that slid down her ears like ice, but rather than making her afraid, it aroused her even more. Her hands slid from his grasp down to his back and she clung to him, whimpering in surrender.

With one hard thrust inside her, Ominis abandoned her breasts and his lips found her throat again, tongue slipping against it between serpentine words as his hips thrust harder and harder, battering her walls, and then he stilled.

“Aaaah!” he cried, burrowing his face in her soft hair. “That’s it… there it is, take it…”

The moan he gave felt almost fragile, like he fell apart when he came inside of her. His hand went down again and worked her nub with frantic urgency. When she felt his thick, hot seed spill into her, warming her up from the inside, she shattered and clenched around him, crying out fragments of his name. Her thighs tightened on his hips, her entrance clenched around his manhood, and she felt him holding still as deep inside as he could reach while he released every drop he had from his throbbing, heavy sac.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much…”

Her hands shook as they clung to him, trying to bring him even more close to her. His cheek was pressed against the necklace so hard it must’ve hurt, but he didn’t care. His manhood kicked inside the tight hug of her walls with each pulse of seed that spilt from it, until gradually, it stopped.

She sighed and kissed his temple as she came down from her orgasm, nuzzling her face into his hair.

“I love you too,” she said, “more than you can know…”

“I’m glad,” said Ominis with a breathless laugh. “There was a time I was afraid you never would…”

She cupped his cheek and pulled his face away from her neck, easing him toward her so that she could catch his lips with hers.

“Well, I do,” she murmured with a smile against his mouth. “And I always will.”

They clung to each other as they caught their breath. His length was still inside, still plugging her up, and her legs were sapless as they rested wrapped around him. When they started feeling heavy and lazy, they slid over to their side, snuggling together in a wet and messy tangle.

Her leg was resting over his hip now, and his length slid out of her. With it, a few dollops of the seed he’d left inside trickled out. It felt like a tongue licking a path out from inside of her. She trembled and moaned at the feeling, and Ominis couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Are you all calm now, my sweet?” he whispered as he caressed her cheekbone. “Sated, are you?”

“Very,” she hummed. “For now…”

“For now, huh?”

“At least until I hear you speaking Parseltongue again…”

“Oh, d-did I… during…?”

“You did,” she moaned, stretching forward to give him a quick peck on the lips. “And you will again if you wish to keep your wife happy.”

Ominis chuckled, and she could’ve sworn he blushed. “Anything your heart desires…”

Slow and lazy, she slid closer and wrapped an arm around his waist. “It desires you,” she said, resting her forehead against his.

“Good,” he smiled. “You have me. And you shall have more and more of me from now on…”

She giggled, feeling madly infatuated with him all over again, and reached forward to plant another kiss on his lips. She breathed in the scent of his body, basking in his warmth, just as he did too. Coiled around each other, safe and sated and finally happy, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

#finally got around to finishing this 😭#hope you like it my dears 💚#in principle this is the last chapter but I could write another if I'm particularly inspired #I like this ending tho #nice happy fluffy ending #Ominis Gaunt #hl #Ominis Gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt imagine #Hogwarts Legacy imagine #Ominis Gaunt x Reader #Ominis Gaunt x MC #Ominis Gaunt smut #Hogwarts Legacy MC #sswallow;made a thing #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;a new family

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mirasmirages · 1 month

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Scars (part 8)

first previous masterlist

Has: platonic co-sleeping, texting, pizza, nightmares, scar reveal, torture mention, trial mention, fluff

James and his family belongs to @starliight-whump

James awoke after a night with no nightmares to find Henry climbing over him to get out of his bed.

"Hey," Henry said when their eyes met. "You're awake. I'm sorry I'm leaving, I have to get to work. Do you want me to come back later?"

James nodded, not yet fully awake. He stayed in bed for a while after Henry left, staring at the ceiling, taking in just how calm he felt. When was the last time he had slept like that?

He sat up and found his phone that he had turned off however many days ago. When he tried to turn it on it was out of power, so he plugged it in and waited for it to power up. When it did, the screen filled with missed calls from Julia, and messages from Henry.

Good morning :-)

Someone brought a service dog to the library today! A very good boy!

We got another penguin book today :-)

A picture of the penguin book.

Is everything okay?

Let me know if I'm bothering you.

I'm getting a bit worried. Did something happen?

Did I do something?

Met this little guy on my way to work.

A picture of a grey tabby cat.

Seriously, James, are you okay?

I'll give you some space if that's what you need.

Please text me so I know you're alive.

Henry had really worried about him. It made him feel guilty that he hadn't even taken the time to look at his phone.

Sorry, he texted.

It only took a minute for Henry to reply.

No worries! Thanks for talking to me.

James typed out several replies and deleted them before settling on a simple, Thank you.

Taking advantage of this unusual calm, James took a shower and washed his hair, shaved, and brushed his teeth for the first time in too long. It made him cringe to think how bad his breath must have been when Henry was there.

He went downstairs to find his mom in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast.

"James! You're up!"

She opened her arms in offer, and he let her give him a hug.

"You need to eat, sweetie. What do you want?"

James didn't really feel like eating, but he asked for cereal to make his mom happy. She sat at the table with him, looking hopeful and worried in equal amounts. He stirred his cereal with the spoon.

"Um, Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Can we call the lawyer? I have to ask something."

Mom texted the lawyer, who called them not long after for a fifteen minute chat. At the end of it, James was exhausted, but less worried about the trial. The lawyer had promised Harrison wouldn't be there, and said James could record most of his testimony beforehand, so he would barely have to talk in front of people. It was still a lot, that he would have to talk through everything on video, but nowhere near as bad as if he'd had to do it in front of people, especially in front of Harrison.

He went back to bed after the call ended and stared at the wall for a few hours.

There was a knock on the door, and before James could answer, Henry let himself in. He was holding a pizza box in his hands.

"Hey," he said, and did a double take at James's cleaner appearance. "Wow, you look nice. I thought you might be hungry, so I brought food."

James sat up, and Henry placed the box between them on the bed and opened it.

"Does this count as more or less adult than frozen pizza?" James asked, taking a slice after Henry did.

"More," Henry said. "You need adult money to pay for takeout."

"I'm pretty sure you can buy a pizza with kid money too."

Henry shrugged. "Depends on the kid, I guess."

They ate together--Henry ate half a pizza and James managed two slices--and as it got late, James started worrying that Henry would leave. Would it be too much to ask him to stay over again? It would. But … he did say he wanted to help.

"Could you … could you stay? Tonight?"

"Of course I'll stay." Henry didn't even hesitate. "Just tonight? Or should I think about bringing a toothbrush and some extra clothes next time?"

James blushed. "Um. It's just … I didn't have any nightmares. Last night. It helped. You don't have to, if--"

"I'm not making fun of you," Henry said. "I'm happy to stay. I just like to be able to brush my teeth in the morning."

"I think we have extra toothbrushes."

When Henry came back the next day, he brought a bag with clothes and toiletries, and for the next few weeks, he was always there when James went to bed. Sometimes they spent the day together, and sometimes Henry was gone until the evening, but he always made sure to be there when James went to sleep and when he woke up.

James started going to therapy again, and gradually he spent more time out of bed. His nightmares weren't completely gone, but diminished enough that he usually woke up feeling like he had gotten some rest. The exception was the week he recorded his testimony, when he woke up every night kicking and screaming, trying to climb out of a too deep grave while Harrison filled it with dirt, trying to break out of the coffin, trying to get away while Harrison broke his bones and cut his skin and burned him.

"James."

"No, no, please! No more, stop, please!" James twisted, trying to break loose from the ropes holding him.

"James! Wake up, you're home!"

James flinched when the room filled with light, and squinted in confusion as the room turned out to be his bedroom, and not Harrison's basement. The person talking to him wasn't Harrison, it was Henry.

He didn't let Henry touch him at first, just sat on the edge of the bed staring at his shaking hands while he tried to remember how to breathe.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Henry asked.

James shook his head. He closed his hand around the point on his right arm where, under his clothes, Harrison's initials were burned into his skin. He didn't know if he could talk about it. There was too much to tell. Henry hadn't even seen his scars, always hidden under long sleeves and high necklines.

After a while, the shaking calmed, and Henry was able to sit next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. James leaned against him, letting himself feel safe and protected.

"Can I show you?" The thought was out of his mouth before he could decide if it was a good idea or not.

"If you want."

Without giving himself time to change his mind, James pulled off his sweater. He could feel Henry go tense beside him, could hear the quiet gasp.

"James--"

"He liked knives." James ran his fingers over the scars covering his chest. "They were his favorite. He kept comparing it to me being a surgeon operating on people." He turned his arm so Henry could see the brand. "This is where he burned his initials, so everyone who saw it would--would know who I belonged to. And these," he pointed to the dark scars ringing his wrists, "are from when he decided to destroy my hands. He would tie them up too tight for hours, and then he made me play the piano, to see how much less I was able to do with each time. He broke my fingers too, but that didn't scar." He had scars on his back, too, but didn't point them out. Henry could see them well enough on his own. "A lot of it didn't leave scars." He didn't look at Henry. Wasn't sure he could handle seeing the pity on Henry's face.

"Shit, James." Henry moved as if he was going to touch James, but then thought better of it. He pulled up his own sleeve instead. "It's not the same, but … I started getting my tattoos to cover these." He showed James a series of small, puckered marks on his underarm. "My dad used to put out cigarettes on me when he was drunk. I kept doing it myself too, just so I could pretend it was no big deal."

James glanced up to meet Henry's eyes, then reached out to run his fingers over the colorful skin. The scars were old and faded, and with the limited sensation in his fingers, James could barely feel them at all. It made him angry to think of someone doing that to Henry. "How old were you?"

"Ten," Henry said. "At least I think that's when it started, after my mom died. He kept doing it until I came out at eighteen, and he threw me out."

Eight years. James had only had to get through one month. And when it was over, he had his entire family to take care of him. "That's horrible," he said.

Henry shrugged. "It was a long time ago. I didn't mean to make this about me, just that, you know. You choose what happens from here." He looked at the brand on James's arm. "It's your body, not his. You don't have to keep them like that if you don't want to."

James hadn't really thought about covering his scars in other ways than clothes. It wasn't as if a tattoo could hide the massive amount of scars he had. Laser treatments were an option, but again, he was covered in them. It was too much to ever get rid of completely. Still, doing something about the brand with Harrison's initials wouldn't be a bad idea. He didn't belong to him, so he shouldn't have a mark saying he did.

"Did it hurt?"

"Getting the tattoos? Yeah," Henry said, pulling his sleeve back down. "But it was worth it."

Henry came with him on the day of the trial, along with Julia and James's parents. They waited outside the courtroom until the videos were done playing, and then they went in, so James could tell the jury about his lasting injuries, and how he was unlikely to ever recover enough to go back to his job.

It went better than he had expected, and while he was a bit shaky at the end, he didn't feel the need to spend the rest of the day in bed. They wouldn't know the result of the trial for a few days yet, but the lawyer was confident Harrison would be found guilty.

That night before they went to bed, James took Henry's hand.

"Thank you for being here," he said. "I don't know how I would have managed without you these past few weeks."

Henry smiled. "I think you would've found a way even if I wasn't," he said. "You're stronger than you think. But I'm glad you chose to let it be me."

"Can I ask why? I mean … you have to have better things to spend your time on, right?"

"Because you're cute."

James's eyes flew to Henry's, surprised by such an open admission.

"I mean, that's not why I stayed. We're friends, and I like to help my friends. But at first? You were cute, and I had fun texting you, and I haven't figured out how to meet people without alcohol being involved."

"Oh," James said, not sure how to respond. Henry thought he was cute. And he thought Henry was … cute wasn't quite the right word for it. Hot, more like it. Fascinating, funny and attractive, and he made James feel safe in a way no one else did. "I … huh."

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything. I'm happy staying as friends with platonic benefits, if that's what you want."

What did he want? James's eyes flitted around Henry's face, down to his lips, back up to his eyes. It felt like forever ago that he decided he wanted to do something about his crush, before the letter came and the trial took over his life. Now that the trial was over, he might actually be able to think about other things going forward. And Henry was very nice to think about.

"I think … that's not what I want," he said, testing out the truth of it as he spoke. "I like you. Like that. But … maybe we can take it slow?"

"Yeah?" The look on Henry's face was a mix of hopeful and happy that James had never seen before. "How slow are we talking?"

"Um … is it okay if we keep doing what we've been doing? For a while longer?"

"Yeah," Henry said. "Of course." He threw an arm around James's shoulders and pulled him close.

James closed his eyes and soaked in Henry's warmth, that solid body and unquestioning acceptance. Henry nuzzled his face against James's hair.

"Not that I mind waiting," Henry said after a minute, his voice almost too-casual. "But how long, do you think, before I get to kiss you?"

"Oh." James looked up. He didn't mind the thought of that at all. "I think … kissing is okay."

Henry's face broke into a grin. He cupped James's cheek in his hand "Yeah?"

James couldn't help but smile too. "Yeah."

#mira writes #story: Scars #writing #hurt/comfort #aftermath of whump #Character: James Kennedy #Character: Julia #OC: Henry Baker #I hope you like it!!#comments make me happy #last chapter!#a long one to end it all #nice and fluffy #because that's what James deserves

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plushbunbun-blog · 1 year

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Spamton EX bust outfit

He finally got an outfit! Well, sort of. He has multiple fluffs like this one, some fluffier some longer and all are colorful

#spamton #spamton deltarune #deltarune #deltarune fanart #spamton ex #spamtongspamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune chapter 2 #fluffy scarf #fluffy #glasses #colorful #idk help me fill up this shit #nice #plushbunbun

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amethystina · 1 year

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A New Dawn (Begins With Us)

Fandom/Pairing: Black Knight - 5-8/Yoon Sa Wol

Length: 10 chapters (~90 000 words)

Rating/Warnings: M / Canon-Typical Violence, Injuries, Grief, PTSD, Angst

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Pining, Slow Burn, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Healing, Idiots In Love, Happy Ending, Sexual Content

Summary: Even as the world begins to recover — a new, equal society slowly taking shape — not everyone is able to look to the future. Is there even a future for someone whose purpose is so tied to the past? Whose only goal has finally been achieved? Whose very existence is now obsolete?

What happens to the freedom fighter after the battle is won?

5-8 doesn't have the answers, and nor does he know where to find them. He doesn't even know if he should try. Perhaps some things are just better left in the past — including himself.

Sa Wol doesn't have the answers, either, but at least he's willing to start searching for them.

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#Black Knight #5-8 #Yoon Sa Wol #5-8/Yoon Sa Wol #Black Knight Fanfic #A New Dawn #A New Dawn (Begins With Us)#My Fanfics #Amethystina Writes #So yeah #I haven't finished writing this yet #I'm halfway through chapter 4 #But I decided to start posting it anyway #Since the fandom is so small #And it might be nice to know this is actually in the works #Honestly #This is just a cute and fluffy refuge for me #Amids all the other painful or weird shit I'm writing x'D #Do come along if you feel like it

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just finished re-reading Greywaren and I have some new thoughts about other things but all I can say at 1am on a work night is just... Ronan and Adam... there will never be another them...

#greywaren spoilers #chatter #im gonna get a numquam solus tattoo i truly am #also the engagement was good even if I agree that overall the last chapter and epilouge is to happily ever after the engagement was 👌#didnt need or expect it bcs its obvious for them I could see it coming a million miles away #but it was nice to have and it was so simple and perfect it really didnt feel too fluffy like mostly everything else in the epilouge #god rereading all their parts.. time is a circle ch 26.. they are always trying to find and come back to each other they are perfect sorry #how do people get greywaren asks like as me stuff pls... send me drawing reqs even because (hard) maybe ill doodle some over time #pynch

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Something in the Way

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The Misadventures of Flapjack Leon // Chap. 2

Leon offered his hand, and with a gentle tug, pulled you up onto your feet. The sudden change in position made you feel a little lightheaded, but a quick shake of your head cleared it away. You grinned at him and introduced yourself, thanking him for his help. You were ecstatic just seeing anyone in the wretched city alive, how ironic considering you were somewhat of a loner before this shitshow of a city.

"How did you even get in here? It's not safe for civilians, and I know you sure as hell didn’t come in through the front door." he asked, placing a hand on his hip like a stern parent scolding their child. You felt a twinge of embarrassment at being caught sneaking around, scavenging like a little squirrel.

"If you've been here this whole time without me noticing, then you're a real stealth expert," he chuckled, and the sound was like a balm to your frayed nerves. You admired how he managed to stay upbeat despite all the death around you.

"I know this might sound unbelievable, but," you glanced down at your battered hands, still stained and split from scaling the tree trunk, "I actually climbed up a tree, leaped to a fire escape on the second floor, and snuck in through a window. I was only here for about 20 minutes before you caught me." As the words left your mouth, you realized how absurd it must sound, like something out of a cartoon or action movie. Leon blinked a few times before responding.

"I actually believe you. After everything I've witnessed tonight, I'm ready to believe anything is possible." You nodded, understanding all too well what he meant.

"So, the main hall is relatively safe, and Lieutenant Branagh wouldn't mind having company. I can escort you there to ensure your safety on the way. I'm working on finding a way out of here," Leon said, exhaling heavily. "This place used to be a museum, and we think there's an underground exit, but we need to find these emblems first. There are a lot of strange puzzles, and I can't seem to catch a fucking break, but we're making progress." A strained smile appeared on his lips, revealing his growing frustration.

While you were slightly offended by his assumption that you were a damsel in distress, you understood his intentions. As a police officer he wanted to help people in any way possible. You respected him for that, but you also needed to let him know that you were not helpless.

"Well, Officer Kennedy, I'm flattered by the concern, but trust me, I'm far from useless," you stated, with a determined tone. "I'm actually here looking for my mom, and I'd rather lend a hand in finding these emblems than sit idly by in the main hall. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, and I can handle a gun like a pro. Plus, I've got enough herbs and bullets to last us a while." You flashed a cheeky grin, despite feeling dead inside. Leon raised an eyebrow, taking notice of your black backpack with curiosity.

"I see," he was considering your offer, "But I still encourage you to stay where it's safe. If you stay in the main lobby, I can search for your mother if you give me a description. If we make it out, we can check the surrounding areas--" As he spoke, you raised a finger to your lips, motioning for him to be quiet.

"I can be your personal pack mule, or your confident and cocky sidekick, whatever floats your boat," you chimed in, interrupting him mid-sentence. "But once I'm with you, Mr. Leon, you're stuck with me. Sorry, it's now a fact of life." You playfully brought your shushing finger closer to his face, watching as he shrugged his shoulders up to his ears in amusement.

"Well, I can't argue with facts, can I?" he replied, his lips quirking up into a sly grin.

"But if it comes down to it, you need to run. I'll be fine on my own. Protect yourself first," he added, his voice suddenly serious. You hummed in agreement.

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You and Leon made it to the main hall in record time. Descending the grandiose stairs, you were greeted by a breathtaking statue of a goddess that provided a sharp contrast to the gruesome scene you had just witnessed on the upper floor. Discarded medical equipment, including stretchers and cubicle curtains, lay scattered around like abandoned toys. Files and papers littered the floor in collages.

In the center of the hall sat a couch, a front desk, and a storage container, all enclosed by a makeshift barrier. An idle monitor sat on the desk, a lifeless eye staring out into the chaos. As you approached the couch, you saw a man in a bloodied cop uniform lying on it, his hand pressed tightly against his side where a chunk of flesh had been savagely bitten off. His shirt was stained dark red, and his skin looked slick with sweat and gray from blood loss. You assumed that this must be Lieutenant Branagh.

You wondered why Leon hadn't mentioned the lieutenant's critical condition. But then again, you would have seen it for yourself soon enough.

"Marvin, I'd like you to meet someone I found on the second floor," Leon said, gesturing towards you as if passing the spotlight. You gave a small wave and introduced yourself politely. Marvin managed to lift the corners of his mouth into a smile, nodding in acknowledgement, though it was clear that he was in a lot of pain. You felt terribly sorry for him, knowing he would be taken by the virus soon.

“Leon, come here, take a look,” Marvin breathed heavily, struggling to push out the words. He awakened the screen of the laptop, which showed camera footage of a woman nearby a gate.

“Yes! I knew she’d make it!” Leon exclaimed.

“You know her?” You also wondered that.

“Yeah, name’s Claire, I came into town with her.”

“You can get to that courtyard through the second floor…east side.” Marvin’s breathing becomes more labored with each word.

“I’m on it…thanks Lieutenant.” Leon gave you a curt nod, signaling to head out.

"Before we head out," Leon interrupted, "you said you can handle a gun, right?" You gave him a confident nod in response. "Well, you can use my handgun, Matilda. I've found more and she's pretty easy to handle, so I'll lend it to you. Just make sure she comes back in one piece." Leon's wry smile returned as he handed you the gun.

As he hands you the weapon, your fingers brush against his, sending a rush of electricity up your arm. His hands, partially covered by fingerless gloves, are strong and rough with calluses. You glance up his arm, revealing a toned physique and broad shoulders, unfortunately concealed by his clothing. The faint amount of light on the second floor had concealed his strikingly handsome facial features, but now they're on full display, and you can't help but be captivated. In all honesty, he was breathtaking - with dirty blond hair styled in a trendy cut, exuding boyish charm. Despite his exhaustion, his expression reminded you of a tired yet adorable puppy.

Your face flushed as you quickly averted your gaze back down to the floor, hoping he hadn't caught you checking him out. You cleared your throat and managed to compose yourself enough to say, "Thanks." Without missing a beat, you turned around your backpack and grabbed some ammo to reload Matilda.

“Don’t worry, I got you covered already,” Leon cooed in a sweet tone.

Was he doing this shit on purpose? Because it’s working.

You studied the gun in your hands, following closely behind him, positioning yourself in a familiar military-trained stance, testing it out. “Two hands on it at all times” your father's voice rang in your mind. Using your reasoning, you deduced that the journey from the main hall to the courtyard wouldn't be too difficult.

“How far have you gotten in figuring out how to escape from this place?” you asked, hoping to gain a better understanding of their progress. You both began your move.

Upon exiting the main hall, Leon surveyed the area before answering, his gun and flashlight entering rooms before he did. Once he was sure it was clear, he spoke, “I've managed to find two of the three emblems we need to get out of here - one depicting a lion and the other a unicorn. There's also a shotgun I haven't been able to obtain yet because I haven't found the right keycard. We believe that there's an elevator beneath the goddess statue that leads to a possible exit. Marvin and I think that's our best bet.”

As you trailed behind him, he began to recount the last hour of his frustrating journey, complete with colorful language and exaggerated hand gestures. His tale included the trials and tribulations of finding the perfect item to solve a particular puzzle, the endless running around from one end of the station to the other, and the unbearable annoyance of opening the portable safe, which apparently had a randomized sequence that required him to start from scratch every time. To make matters worse, he lamented about the abundance of shotgun shells he had come across, only to find the weapon itself still out of reach in the sealed weapons locker. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, you were sympathetic and amused all at once.

“I did NOT think this was how my first day would be.”

Within a few minutes, you arrive at the hallway that should lead you to the courtyard. As soon as you turn the corner, Leon abruptly stops you by placing his arm out. “The hell is that?” You both hear the whir of what sounds like chopper blades, followed by a loud crash that shakes the east wing. You exchange a worried glance with Leon before cautiously continuing onward.

As soon as he opens the door to the foyer, you see a helicopter engulfed in flames, and the pilot already dead or unconscious in the front seat. You and Leon quickly survey the scene before a feminine voice interrupts with a shout, "Leon!"

“Claire!” he calls back out to her, “Hold on I’ll be right there.” He rushes down the stairwell, urging you to stay close to him.

He grasps onto the metal linked fence, “Claire, it's so nice to see you.”

“How're you doing? That helicopter just came outta nowhere…” her eyes fall onto you, “Leon, you found another survivor? That’s great! I’m Claire.” She has a pure, genuine smile that reaches up to her eyes.

After you tell her your name, you compliment her jacket. “Aw thanks, my brother got it for me.” Her expression turns distant as she looks down at the soaking wet crimson leather coat.

“We’re doing okay,” Leon interjects. “All in one piece.”

“Guessing you don’t have a key in one of those fancy pockets?” Claire looks towards his vest with many, many pockets.

“Unfortunately, no… but, how are you doing?”

“Y’know, just surviving,” she leans up against the brick wall with a hand on her hip dramatically.

Claire and Leon have little time to chat before the smoking helicopter behind all of you combusts into a fiery explosion, alerting all the zombies nearby of Claire’s presence. Leon urges her to go, and you all make your goodbyes.

“You guys don’t worry about me, take care of yourselves.” she said, now speaking seriously. “Let’s get through this… all of us.”

The brunette disappears from your view as she jogs away, allowing you to appreciate the graphic design on her jacket. You hoped that you would have another chance to cross paths before leaving Raccoon City.

"She's also searching for someone, her brother," he said, turning his eyes over to you. "We met at a Mizoil gas station just as everything started to go downhill." You remember your own stop before entering Raccoon City, you think of the terrifying encounter you had at the gas station. Could it have been the same one?

"Let's move out before we become the main course." Leon’s voice interjects your thoughts.

The two of you make a hasty exit, snagging bolt cutters and more wood boards on the way out. As you navigate through several rooms and activate the fuses to unlock the rolling doors leading to the main hall, Leon stops abruptly and rummages through his stash behind the front desk. You can't help but notice the array of items in there. It appears he has a bit of a hoarding problem. He grasps a key with a metal spade attached to the end, and a red book.

"Alright," he exhales in relief. "With this key and book in hand, we need to head towards the upper East hall. There's another statue waiting for us that needs this book," he says while raising an eyebrow and wiggling the book in his hand, clearly excited to move forward.

His excitement was contagious, you couldn’t do anything besides grin in response.

As you and Leon made your way to the East hall, your footsteps echoed in the silent corridor, and after a few minutes you arrived at your destination. The art room was adorned with art pieces, including draped statues that seemed to come alive in the dim light.

Your eyes fell on the statue that Leon had mentioned earlier, depicting a regal figure that appeared to be a king or prince. As Leon made his way over to the statue, you took the opportunity to explore the room further. Your gaze fell upon a copy of Raccoon Magazine, its pages detailing the history of the city and the mysterious "Red Stone".

But that wasn't all. As you walked around, your eyes landed on an end table where a keycard to the weapons locker was lying. You smirk, knowing that Leon would be thrilled to see it.

You glanced behind you to see the blond holding a scepter adorned with the largest ruby stone you had ever seen. "Uh, did you get that from the statue?" you questioned him, eyebrows raised in surprise. He simply nodded back, examining the scepter further. As he turned it over, you heard a faint “click” and suddenly the sparkling ruby stone fell into his hands. He tossed the now-useless scepter onto the ground with a clatter, saying, “Won't be needing that part.” You were astonished that he didn’t take it with him, considering his addiction to storing things, it would’ve made a great club.

You trudge back to the main hall, feeling a sense of deja vu as you pass through the familiar corridors. You let out a heavy sigh, wondering if this never-ending search for keys and items will ever come to an end.

“Welcome to my world,” Leon snickers, and you shoot him a fake glare.

As he spoke, his hair whipped around his face, and he glanced over towards you, his torso bent over as he organized his storage bin. "You know, I feel like I've been doing all the talking. I haven't learned anything about you yet. Are you from around here?" His incessant plopping of items into the large metal box only confirmed his hoarding tendencies, but at least he was making an effort to engage in a conversation.

"Oh. Well," you begin, "I'm actually from a different state. I received a vague email from my mom, and I came here to search for her. Even if she might be..." you pause briefly before continuing, "I need to find her. I just have to know what happened here.”

"I'll help you find her," he said, stopping what he was doing and giving you an intense look. "I promise." You shy away from his stare.

“Maybe it’d help if you talked about her a bit more. How was your relationship with her? What did her email say?” Nope. Touchy subject.

"I mean, we were okay," you said with a sardonic smile, hoping he'd pick up on the hint and drop the subject. "But let's talk about something else, yeah? Like maybe you telling me how amazing I am." You gave him a playful nudge, forcing a chuckle to break the tension.

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, giving you a lopsided grin. "You're right, that was a pretty deep question. But hey, I'm all about getting to know you better."

You couldn't help but laugh at his charming demeanor, finding his quirky personality endearing. Throughout your misadventures together, your conversations often veered towards the mundane, but his adorably curious nature always kept things interesting. You found yourself rolling your eyes at his incessant quips, but his contagious laughter never failed to put a smile on your face. Despite the harrowing situation you both were in, he had a way of making you forget about the danger and just enjoy the moment. Sure, he could be a bit nosy at times, but you didn't mind - it was all part of his charm.

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Leon surveyed the newly acquired shotgun in his hands, raising it to his shoulders as if preparing to fire. He hummed in satisfaction, admiring the weight and balance of the weapon.

"Hey, let me lighten your load a bit," you playfully commented while gesturing at the weapon in his hands.

As you reached out to touch the shiny new gadget, he gently slapped your hand away with a grin. "Nope, not gonna happen, my friend," he said. "That beauty is mine, and she's not going anywhere. We're in this for the long haul."

You raised your hands up in a dramatic fashion, wearing a frown on your face as you apologized. "Oops, my mistake," you said, emphasizing each word for effect.

"Okay, now that we have our secret weapon, it's time to find that last emblem," Leon declared confidently. "I've got a feeling it's on the third floor, but we've got a little problem. Some nutjob barricaded the way up there with C4 and left a creepy note as a warning."

"Well, that's just great," you grumbled in frustration. "Zombies, puzzles, and now we've got to deal with some psycho with explosives. As if things weren't difficult enough already."

As you veer left from the main hall and make your way through the waiting room, a sudden chill runs down your spine. The door creaks open to reveal an eerie darkness that envelops you, with only a few flickering fluorescent lights and moonlight streaming through the boarded-up windows to guide your way. The floor is stained with dark crimson blood, and you can't shake the feeling that something is watching you from the shadows beyond. The wooden planks blocking the open window panes only add to the sense of foreboding and dread that fills the air.

As you ventured deeper down the hallway, you caught sight of those creatures pounding on the boards, desperate to break through. The wooden boards seem to be holding up for the time being. Witnessing their lifeless eyes and gaping jaws sent shivers down your spine.

"Hey, focus on me. Fear is natural in this situation, but we're in this together. Stay calm, we'll find a way out," Leon reassured you, his voice steady and calming.

You believe him.

In an instant, a zombie bursts through one of the boards with a sickening crack, tumbling onto the tiled floor like a lifeless puppet, the now open window inviting more in.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, why did this have to happen RIGHT after he gave you a pep talk?!

"Stay behind me!" Leon shouts, raising his pistol to shoulder height and taking aim at the approaching undead. Crack, crack, crack—the sound of the pistol reverberates loudly in the hallway, sparks flying as bullets hit their mark. So intent on watching Leon, you fail to notice the creature sneaking up behind you. It latches onto you, its grotesque nails digging into your flesh. You twist and turn, finally breaking free and flinging your backpack to the ground. With lightning speed, you retrieve Matilda from your bag and shoot the creature at point-blank range—two quick shots to its brain, reducing it to a gory mess of matter and bone fragments.

You turn back around to see Leon thrusting his combat knife into a zombie's chest, but even that doesn't take it down. "I'm out of ammo!" he shouts, panic creeping into his voice. You count to four in your head, trying to steady your breathing. Raising your pistol, you peer through the minuscule scope and take careful aim at the zombie's head. With one eye closed and the other focused, you pull the trigger. The zombie's head explodes upon impact, and it drops to its knees, finally laid to rest.

"That was a close one," Leon says, managing a smile. "You really know how to handle that thing." You puff out your chest in triumph, feeling a sense of pride at the compliment.

“Well, I told you, didn't I?”, a cocky smirk erupting on your face. Now he was your little damsel in distress.

"Don't get too excited now," Leon says as he glides over to your side and locks his eyes with yours. "I'll actually be impressed when you surpass me in kills." He reaches for your backpack on the ground, and his proximity leaves you with a fluttery feeling in your stomach.

“I’ll be taking some of this ammo now.” He takes a box of bullets for a 9mm and shoves it in one of his bountiful amounts of pockets.

After a scoff you say, “You don't think I can beat you?" placing your hands on your hips and giving your thigh a confident pat. "I can hulk out, just watch. You have no idea what these legs can do."

After a snort, the blond crosses his arms over each other, eyeing you up and down.

Your face and ears heat up, you see where this conversation could get a little risqué. Too frazzled to take any leads, you just try to deflect the conversation elsewhere.

Oh look, that blood smear looks way different than the other ones!!!

After tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you quickly retrieve your bag from him and slide Matilda back inside. Despite the zombie's grip, the bag appears to be mostly undamaged. When you glance back at Leon, he still has a smug expression on his face, but he refrains from making any further comments. You secretly hope he doesn't stop teasing you altogether.

You continued down the eerie hallways, passing by a hanging dead body without a second glance, until you arrived at an office door that was secured with a thick chain. As far as you knew, anything locked up with chains was off-limits, but Leon seemed undeterred by the obstacle and was set on doing what needed to be done. As soon as you entered the room, you saw a workstation with a peculiar gadget sitting on the desk. Leon picked it up and examined it carefully, before stowing it away in his pocket. You gave him a perplexed look.

"Is there a reason why you're keeping that?" you inquired.

"I have a feeling this is the detonator we're after, but it's useless without batteries," he explained. "Before we start scavenging for them, let's have a thorough search of the area. There might be other crucial items we're overlooking."

Although you found his stash of stuff excessive at times, he was usually right. The things he collected often had a use later on. Most of the areas in the police station had avoidable zombies, they were slow and didn't follow you for long. If you quickly searched and grabbed what you needed, you didn't have to waste time shooting them. With his help, you quickly located a valve that would help with the steam blocking your path in the showers. With a screeching noise, you turned the valve, shutting off the hissing steam. With the way now clear, you made your way through the eerie showers, grabbing extra herbs and gunpowder on your way out. Once satisfied with your progress, you both ventured deeper into unknown territories.

As you exited the women's locker room, you stepped into a dimly lit hallway that seemed unnaturally silent. The floor was littered with more corpses, and a single light shone ominously, casting eerie shadows on the walls. As you cautiously made your way down the hall, a grotesque creature suddenly emerged from the darkness. Its long, sinewy tongue snaked out and snatched a nearby corpse, dragging it into its gaping, distorted mouth with twisted limbs. The sight made your stomach churn with revulsion and fear.

Your eyes widen in terror, and you feel a scream building up in your chest. But before you can let it out, Leon's hand clamps over your mouth, silencing you. "Not a sound," he whispers urgently in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "It can't see us, but it can hear us." You nod, your heart pounding in your chest as you stare at the creature before you. It's like nothing you've ever seen before, with twisted limbs and a gaping maw that seems to stretch impossibly wide. Leon reaches out a hand to you, gesturing for you to take hold. You grab on, clinging to him like a lifeline as he slowly leads you past the monster. His other hand grips his shotgun, ready to fire at a moment's notice. You press your other hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your ragged breaths as you tiptoe past the creature, praying that it won't hear you.

As you move closer, the creature comes into focus. Its skinless body is contorted, with elongated fingers that resemble razor-sharp claws. It's much larger than the relatively humanoid zombies that roam the other areas, and it's not confined to the ground. This creature crawls effortlessly on the ceiling and walls, its movements disturbingly agile and unnatural.

Without a word, Leon gestures towards the door to your left and you both slip inside without making a sound. The room is well-lit, but in shambles with overturned furniture and broken equipment. It's a welcome respite from the monster lurking just outside. You finally release the breath you didn't realize you were holding, and your eyes moisten with unwanted tears, but you quickly blink them away.

"You okay?" he whispers, his hand squeezing yours reassuringly. "We'll make it through this. I'll keep you safe. You're brave."

Warmth spreads all throughout your body upon hearing his caring words. You feel overwhelmed and unable to respond, you just simply rest your forehead against his bulky vest, seeking comfort. Leon understands and allows you to stay there for a moment, leaning his chin on your head and placing his gloved hand gently between your shoulder blades. Can you just stay like that forever?

"After you catch your breath, let's take a look around," he muttered, breaking the comfortable silence with a gentle tone.

You and Leon let go of each other's hands, reluctantly breaking the physical connection that had provided a momentary sense of safety and comfort. Leon headed towards the main area of the room, while you made your way towards the office on the left, a hunch telling you that this area might be the S.T.A.R.S office. Investigating the office left you with some batteries for the detonator and a code for a safe. Just as you were about to leave, Leon called out to you.

You joined him at the gated area filled with weapons and equipment. "It's an armory," he said, disappointment evident in his voice, "but I wasn't authorized to access it. We'll need to find a dongle." Greaaaaat, another setback.

You take Matilda out of your backpack, gripping her tightly with both of your hands. “I’m ready whenever you are, Leon.”

He gave a curt nod, “Let’s head out,”

Crouching once more, you cautiously exit the room and enter the dim hallway. You look around with intense focus, scanning for any signs of movement or danger. Worriedly, you glance at Leon, who puts his finger to his lips in a shushing gesture. He motions for you to stay put, and you freeze in place. As he slowly stands up and moves forward, you silently protest in your mind, wondering what he could possibly be thinking.

He disappears around the corner, the sound of his footsteps gradually fading away. You're left alone in the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest. Your eyes dart around, trying to concentrate . A few minutes pass, and you start to wonder what could be taking him so long. Suddenly, you see a bright flash of light that illuminates the wall in front of you, followed by a loud thud, and a ringing in your ears. He used a damn flash grenade. Your body tenses up as a roar bellows from the opposite end of you, quickly followed by the sound of a shotgun blast.

What the fuck was he doing?!

You sprint down the hallway, Matilda clutched tightly to your chest as you rush to Leon's aid. You arrive just in time to see him deftly dodge the monster's powerful claws, his shotgun at the ready. Without hesitation, you take aim and begin firing at the creature, your hands shaking with adrenaline. The monster turns its attention towards you, its massive frame hurtling at you with frightening speed. With lightning-fast reflexes, you deliver a powerful roundhouse kick to its midsection, sending its body crashing into the wall with a resounding smack. For a moment, the creature lies stunned on the ground, but it quickly rises to its feet and whips back to the ceiling, preparing for its next attack.

Leon shouts in frustration as he reloads his shotgun and looks behind him. His worried gaze meets yours, and he exclaims, "Jesus Christ! Didn't I tell you to stay put?"

“If you think I’m gonna stand back and let you take all the action, you’re crazy,” you say with conviction, committing to not letting Leon face the danger alone. Internally, a sick feeling churns in your stomach as you contemplate the possibility of him getting hurt. You resolve to do everything in your power to protect him.

Leon quickly aims his gun at the creature once more, determined to finish the job. "This ends now," he says through gritted teeth, his finger tight on the trigger. The creature lets out a blood curdling screech as the shot tears through its body, causing it to collapse onto the ground. You feel a sense of relief wash over you as you both stand there, catching your breath and watching as the creature twitches and gasps for its last breaths. You shoot at it a few more times, finally putting it out of it’s misery. It doesn't get back up.

Leon slowly turns to face towards you, breathing heavily, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips, "Damn, remind me to never get on your bad side. You've got some impressive moves there." he gestures towards your legs, “you have to teach me that kick one day.”

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