#but that second to last image looks JUST like leon

[hamartia-grander]

I made my "Guardian" look like a basic white man so I wouldn't forget that I can't trust a word this bitch says

[belovedcloud]

Boxes

pairing: older! neighbour! leon kennedy x fem! reader

✎ notes: older leon has been rotting my brain recently, especially DI leon ugh. i'm making another fic with him but I honestly might do vendetta leon. i just know this man would help you out with moving in.

➤ WC: 3K

➤ CW: strangers to lovers? pet names: sweetheart, love, baby, darling, good girl. reader is seen to be in their low 20s whilst leon being 38. leon feeling ashamed of himself for liking you, mentions of ada, helena, claire. leon has a fleshlight. touch starved Leon. both you and Leon are a bit tipsy. tit play, leon eating you out, p in v (unprotected sex), aftercare.

MINORS DNI!

Carrying boxes was strenuous. You moved in a few weeks ago from your parents house, it was time for a new start. Although, your arms seem to regret the decision as you lift up the remainder of your boxes to the 12th floor. But it wasn't as bad when you had a certain man by your side. Leon was lucky enough to see you struggle your way up the apartment complex. Your first meeting with him had a slight tinge of embarrassment but soon died down as you got to know each other soon enough. With Leon carrying all of your heavy belongings such as your disheveled chairs and whatnot - you could see the strain on his muscles, it was attractive without a doubt. Despite the fact that he was older than you, the way he carried himself with looks and personality made him extremely enchanting. He was a man of charisma.

Today was like no other, however, it was the last lot of boxes you had stored in your parents house. Therefore, it shouldn't be that hard right? Leon was coming to help you out anyways, he insisted.

A few minutes passed, your back towards your car as you wait for Leon to come out of the complex. A similar silhouette appeared, Leon closed the door behind him - approaching you with a small smile. "Last set today then?" He spoke out to you as he opened the trunk of the car. "Yeah, good for you right? Your old back won't be cracking every 5 minutes" You teased leading to Leon giving a low chuckle as he looked at you. "Old? You wound me." He laughed out as he took an airy box. "I don't look that old do I?" He passed the package to you, taking a hefty one for himself. "No... no, you look good." You mumbled out, hoping he didn't take the compliment in a different way. "Good? I'll take it." Leon gave you a smirk as he shifted the box, walking towards the door. You hurried up behind him, ensuring you didn't make yourself look weird. Entering into the complex with a nervous look on your face. Even though moving in was arduous, the thoughts of not speaking to Leon daily made you feel quite upset. How would you even make up an excuse to see him? Knowing him for a few weeks was short but the way you linked with each other was different. It was like you were friends for years, comfort was found within you when you spoke to Leon. If only you knew how he felt about you.

Leon felt bad. He felt ashamed that he found you so attractive. The way your shirt hugged your body and your jeans show the curvature of your ass and your thighs strained. You were so much younger than him - he couldn't help his mind wandering to images of you whilst he laid in his own bed. Wishing it was yours. He built your bedframe, he helped you place the soft clean mattress on top. Yet he felt pure filth in his self as he thought of your body on his. His hands intertwined with yours as ideas of fucking you flooded his brain. Night after night it would be the same for him, his cock thrusting into his hand or fleshlight. He tried to think of anyone else but you. Ada, Claire, Helena could only stay in his mind for a mere 20 seconds before his brain cogged back to you. You. It wouldn't help hearing you over the thins walls as you touched yourself. The softest but most pornographic moans leaving your lips. Leon only wished that it was him making you sound that way, but it was wrong. What would his friends think if he dated you? He believed he was out of your league - if only he knew about the sinful thoughts you had about him too when you indulged in your own pleasure. Two fingers thrusting into your cunt wishing it was his, gushing all over your thighs as images of him engulfed your brain.

"Stay here, I'll get the last few boxes for you." Leon maintained a steady voice shaking out the immoral ideas in his head. Keeping a level-headed smile he gave you a small wave before you could argue back. Seeing his back turned towards you, your eyes subconsciously wandered on it. Soon landing onto his biceps, subtle veins leading to his hands as he went stood in front of the elevator. Snapping yourself out of your trance, you unpacked the two boxes you and Leon took up. Placing the glasses into the kitchen cabinet and hanging up clothes was therapeutic in some way. Helping you calm yourself from your thoughts on Leon as you felt a wet patch on your panties. Pouring out a glass of wine for two as you waited for Leon to come back.

"I think that's it.. unless you have some hidden ones in your car?" He joked as he placed down the final box to the side, looking up to see you with two glasses of wine in your hand. "Oh?" He smiled, stretching his back before walking to you. "Seems like you need this then." You giggled passing him the glass, Leon rolling his eyes as he took it. "Thank you for the past few weeks helping me move in... I was wondering if you wanted to relax for a bit?" You murmured, sitting down on your couch. Leon soon accompanying you. "How can I say no?" He gave you a slight smirk as the rim of the wine glass pressed against his lips, the alcoholic liquid sliding down his throat.

A bottle or two of wine later caused the both of you to erupt into laughter and giggles - getting to know each other quite well. You learned that Leon worked for the government, although not being able to go into grave detail, he was an important figure for the USA. It wasn't long until you also explained what your job was, explaining in why you chose your path. However, you felt hot. Way too hot as you sensed his eyes gaze all over you. Lingering onto your lips and eyes as he looked at you with such awe and fascination. Leon felt warm within himself, you were like a new light that he had been longing for. You spoke without care, refreshing for him as his job withheld such secrecy. An urge secreted in him as your soft lips moved with grace. He yearned for you, and it was becoming evident from the pained strain in his jeans.

Taking another sip from your drink, you spoke without thinking. "How's your love life?" Shit. Was that too personal? Hoping for the best outcome you fiddled with your glass as your eyes wandered to his face, trying to decipher what expression he had. "Boring. If I'm being honest with you, I haven't dated anyone for years." A deep chuckle elicited out of his throat. The rasp laced in his tone giving you a shiver. "Seriously? You're joking." A giggle came out of you. Was he actually single? "Nope. But I'm surprised you don't have a certain someone here. You've got a boyfriend haven't you?" Leon hiccupped out, the alcohol making him feel fuzzy. To his surprise, your head shook side to side. "No, I'm single alright." You said with a soft smile plastered on your face. Leon genuinely couldn't believe it. A woman like you single? "Now that's a surprise." Leon grinned as he finished his 4th glass of wine. "Well, I'm sure you'll be able to find a man of your age. Although most of them are probably a pain in your ass." He laid back onto the couch, his arm behind his head. Again, your eyes couldn't help but avert to the flex of his bicep. This time, it didn't go unnoticed.

"You're right." A sigh came from your lips, "Which is why I don't usually go for guys my age." You admitted, making Leon confused. So who did you go for? "Hm? So you like younger men?" He asked, staring into your eyes with his own lustful ones. Praying that what you were looking for was the opposite of young. A mellow giggle followed out of your mouth as you shook your head once more. "No, I like older men." Leon's smirk became wider as those words left your mouth. Maybe he had a chance after all. Perhaps his wrongful thoughts were okay with you - that you wouldn't mind a man near twice your age to fuck you. "Really sweetheart?" A low groan drawn out his throat, his eyes basically fucking you. That same heat returned to you, just much more insatiable.

It was like a flip in you switched, your body longing for touch as so for Leon. Sloppy kisses shared between you two as Leon's hands gripped the fat on your hips. Subconsciously grinding himself into you as he felt your clit throb on his crotch. Your quiet whimpers muffled by the crashing of yours and Leon's lips unmethodical rhythms as saliva was shared. "F-Fuck.." A moan left Leon's lips, his head clouded by lust as he tapped your legs. "Wrap 'em around me darling." He demanded as he held you up, your legs squeezed tight around his waist - your irregular breathing echoing in his mind. Leon wasn't going to just fuck you on the couch, he wanted to show you his love. Heavy footsteps followed behind him as he nudged your bedroom door open, placing you gently on your newly built bed. "Let's see how well I built this frame, yeah?" Leon joked as he littered your neck with butterfly kisses. Pinning you down, stopping your squirming beneath him. "L-Leon..." That was enough to get him going, the pornographic moan after the lustful mumble of his name had his cock throbbing for more. He wanted you, he needed you.

Leon's hands slowly crept under your shirt, caressing your chest as he kneaded your tits. Pinching at your nipples to elicit another whine out of you. Your soft, mellow skin opposed his calloused hands. The hands that killed bioweapons were fondling with your tits, shakily taking off your shirt to show them in true beauty. "So fucking gorgeous." Leon groaned out, without a doubt in his mind he shoved his head in between your breasts. Your whimpers echoed throughout your bedroom, just to be stopped as you gasped when you felt his knee part your legs. Rubbing your clothed clit as he sucked on the plush parts of your tits. His hands methodically unbuttoned your jeans, slowly pulling them off you as he saw your pretty laced panties. They would've looked so innocent if it wasn't for the soaked wet patch in the middle of them. "All this for me baby?" He murmured, enchanted by how wet you were. You could couldn't help but frantically nod your head, needing to feel his touch somewhere else. "P-Please Leon.. need you to touch me." You moaned gently, your hips bucking for any type of touch. Who was he to say no to such a polite question? "Alright sweetheart.. C'mon spread your legs f'me." He ordered and you obeyed, feeling like mush in his hands.

The pads of his fingers played with the lace and the little bow at the top. Cute. Slowly, he slid your panties to the side, your slick leaving a small strand attached to the material. Leon was mesmerized by the sight, yet you felt embarrassed. Trying to close your legs failed as his strong hands pried you open. "Don't close 'em love, you're so beautiful. Let me appreciate you, yeah?" He groaned, feeling himself rut into your fresh linen sheets. Leon positioned himself in front of your clit, feeling his mouth water as he looked at it. His eyes flickering to you before asking "Do you want me to carry on darling?" His hot breath tickling you, a soft moan squeezed out your throat. "Yes.. Please Leon.. Want your tongue on my clit." Leon gave you a deep chuckle in response, his eyes flickering back to your clit. "'Atta girl.. Didn't know you were so dirty." He whispered before licking your slit, slowly capturing you in his mouth.

This was pure filth. Your moans alongside the wet sounds your pussy was making as Leon's pistoned two fingers in and out of you. His tongue skillfully flicking over your clit as his baby blue eyes watched your reactions. Your fingers felt themselves entangled in Leon's hair, pulling at his strands as choked moans fell out of your mouth. Chasing for that sweet release, you subconsciously bucked your hips, allowing for Leon's nose to press up against your clit. Deep, shallow moans trembled into your clit as Leon was determined to make you cum. He wanted all of you, he needed you to be ready for his cock. "C'mon, give it to me baby." He pressed his tongue against you, curving his fingers in you in the right spot. "L-Leon... I'm gonna.." Your sentence was soon cut off by the shaking of your body as the coil in you snapped. The orgasm took over your body, your lips chanting his name as you pulled on his hair. Granting you a groan from Leon as he swallowed your cum. "So sweet." He chuckled, pulling himself off you. Before pulling your face close to his, allowing you to taste yourself as he kissed you.

Leon felt a hand tug on his shirt, your pleading eyes staring into his blue ones. A smirk tugged his face as he took off his shirt. Slowly unbuckling his belt, removing his jeans alongside it too. Your cunt ached to be fucked, your mind telling you that only Leon could satisfy your needs.

He pulled down his boxers, a pretty dark red tip beamed at you. Glistening with pre-cum smeared all of it. You couldn't help but stare as Leon's face flushed a light pink. "Fuck.. Don't look at it like that sweetheart." He moaned softly, positioning himself right up against your entrance. "You ready?" His hand slowly caressed your face, a nod coming from you as he intertwined his hand with yours. He was big. Real fucking big as you felt yourself stretch open, your eyes rolling back in pain mixed with pleasure. Fuck. Leon could've came right there as he saw your expression change. You were so attractive. He slowly rutted himself into you, moaning your name as his hips sputtered. "Y-You alright?" He stuttered out, you were so tight. "Yeah.. I'm okay. You can move Leon." A soft smile appeared on your face, he couldn't help but reciprocate it back. He moved his hips, his thrusts soft - but it was hard to keep it that way after a minute. His thighs started to slap against yours as his dick pistoned into you. Leon threw his head back in otherworldly pleasure, moaning sweet nothings as he felt himself lose himself inside of you. You were no different. Your moans and screams increased in volume and pitch as you felt him pound into you. Your legs shaking in pleasure as you felt that same coil tighten in you again. "My good girl.. f-fuck so fucking good f'me." Leon growled, feeling his body become weak to your pheromones. He buried his head into your neck, marking you with lovebites. He felt his dick throb as his hips moved without thought.

"Leon.. I'm gonna cum again.. Feels too good." Mewls escaped from your throat as your hands scrapped at his back. Scratching him. The pain mixed with pleasure was enough for Leon to start panting as he felt himself get close. "Cum for me, please cum for me baby.." He whined as he thrusted into your sweet little pussy. You were so pretty for him, his good girl. The marks on your neck slowly started to become more evident, a smirk appeared on his face as he saw you scrunch up your face. His hand snaked down to your clit, slowly rubbing it. Giving you a whole new sensation as you felt his dick pulsate inside you. "I.. I.. Leon!" The coil in you snapped again, twice as hard as you creamed all over his cock. He didn't stop smacking himself into you, a white ring forming at the base. Leon started to chase his own high. "Take it, take it, take it." He chanted as he felt his hips stammer. The clapping of your skin quickly died down as Leon jerked himself out of you, rubbing his dick as his cum splattered all over your stomach. You couldn't help but think how handsome he looked as he threw his head back, moaning your name.

After both of your highs, Leon practically collapsed on top of you. "G-Get off.. You're so heavy." You tried to push him off, a laugh escaping Leon's lips as he pulled himself off of you. Pressing a soft kiss against your lips. He climbed out of your bed, pulling up his boxers and walked out of your bedroom. Soon, he returned with a damp cloth in his hand with two bottles of water in the other. Whilst wiping you down, Leon flashed you a quick smile and passed you the cold bottle. Your lips pursed the top as you gulped down the liquid. "C'mon... Let's shower." He took his hand into yours, lifting you up from your bed and carrying you to your bathroom. Your hot thighs pressed against the cold counter as he flipped the shower on. "Hey guess what." Leon couldn't help but giggle out the sentence. Your eyebrow cocked up as you looked over to him. "What?" You asked him with a smile on your face.

"At least we know I built the frame right." He laughed out, finding himself hilarious. "Oh shut up." Your laughter soon followed along.

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[froggibus]

The Three Times You Share A Bed - Leon S Kennedy

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x reader

Genre: fluff, some light angst thrown in towards the end?

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: two times you sleep in leon's bed, and the one time he sleeps in yours

CW: roommate! Leon, kinda friends to lovers?, light angst, abandonment issues, paranoia, fear + insomnia, mentions of zombies, bedsharing, leon has intimacy issues (get therapy challenge)

OMG HAPPY RE4 RELEASE!!! I am SO excited to play once im done work this weekend! Leon looks so damn fine in the gameplay ive seen and i am going FERAL! pls no spoilers for anything new in the game! <3

RE4 remake spoiler free zone!! I have yet to play the remake so there are no spoilers in this!

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The telltale clicking of a key in the door has you on your feet in seconds, abandoning the plush throw blanket on the couch. Before it even opens, you’re standing on the doormat. You feel a little silly, like a golden retriever waiting for its owner, but the shame is washed away when Leon steps through the door.

It’s been three weeks since you’ve last seen your roommate and best friend, and just as long since you last had company. He raises an eyebrow at the sight of you standing in front of him, the dark circles under his eyes becoming more prominent. 

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” He sighs and drops his backpack on the floor, locking the door behind him.

“How was it?”

You fight the urge to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and inhale his scent, knowing that’s not what friends do. Still, the feeling is there and if he went in for it, you’d reciprocate in a heartbeat.

He opens the fridge and beams at the fully stocked drinks and snacks. He cracks open a can of cider and leans against the counter. “Long,” he admits, “way too long. And my nose is still burning from the smell of rotten flesh.” You crinkle your nose at the thought. Leon’s never been much of a talker and most of his work being classified didn’t help. Whenever something wasn’t top secret, though, you were sure to sit there and listen no matter how horrific the details were.

You settle in on the couch next to the agent, listening to him drone on about a zombie-like creature that had peeling flesh and fifty eyes. You could vividly picture it from his words alone, and the image of the creature sent a shiver up your spine.

Leon talks for hours, spilling every miniscule detail of every horror he encounters. You stay the whole time, nodding along. Leon laughs at the way you scrunch your face in disgust or close your eyes in fear. He hates how cute you are, but he can’t seem to stop telling you stories. After many hours and a few drinks between the two of you, he’s almost run out of stories to tell.

Leon pats your shoulder gently, collecting his cans from where he’d set them on the coffee table. “I need a shower,” he states. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”

“Go shower. You stink,” you joke and punch him in the ribs.

He feigns injury at your blow, pretending to suck in a breath like you’d really hurt him. He keeps up the facade the whole way to his bedroom, only leaving character when he shuts the door behind him.

It’s only when he’s disappeared that you realize how late it's gotten—and how dark. Even though your shared apartment is on the 19th floor, you can’t help but worry something is going to crawl through your window. You shake the thoughts away and get ready for bed, but every gust of wind and rustling of leaves makes you flinch.

You close your eyes and tug your comforter over your head, hoping that if there is something out there, it won’t know you’re there. You toss and turn for a while longer, staying dead quiet and pushing your fears away.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore. You take a deep breath, throw your comforter off of your shoulders, and sprint to Leon’s room. It’s like your brain is on autopilot—it knows exactly where to go to be safe.

You don’t knock on the door, instead quietly twisting the knob and slipping in through a crack in the door. Leon sits up as soon as your feet touch the wooden floor, eyes snapping towards your silhouette. He’s been a light sleeper ever since Racoon City, waking at the slightest of sounds.

He relaxes at the sight of you but only for a second. He glances at his digital clock, eyes widening at the time. “Y/n? What are you still doing up?”

“I-I couldn’t sleep…I feel like a flesh eating zombie is going to climb through my window and eat me.”

He chuckles. “That would be my fault.” He shuffles over in bed and pulls back the comforter. “You’re more than welcome to stay here for the night.”

You crawl into bed next to him, keeping as much distance between the two of you as possible. You can feel his body heat radiating through the blankets and smell his body wash on his skin. The feeling is new, yet so familiar it eases you instantly.

“Leon?”

He hums in response.

“Is it safer to sleep next to the window or the door? From like, a secret agent standpoint.”

“We’re on the 19th floor so window, but unless it's a hotel room, the door. You would more than likely hear it if they broke down the front door so you’d have more time to get out.”

You think for a second. “Can we switch places?”

“Honestly, y/n,” he laughs dryly, “the safest place to sleep right now is next to me.”

Your face warms at that and you nod, relaxing into his pillows. While you drift off to sleep, Leon watches over you. He knows nothing is going to come for you here, but he did promise to keep you safe, and he’ll keep that promise no matter what.

—

When you get home, you’re in a foul mood. You practically throw the groceries onto the counter before walking to your room and throwing yourself onto your bed. It’s been a long day. All of the stores were so busy you could hardly get through the aisles, and all of the people you encountered were rude.

Leon comes out of his room a few minutes later. Seeing the groceries abandoned on the counter, his first thought is to check on you. He doesn’t check on you, though. Not yet, anyway. He knows you’ll just be more upset if the frozen items melt and the milk sits out all night, so he sets out on putting them away.

After almost an hour of laying in your bed trying to recuperate after the day you’ve had, you’re snapped out of it by a text.

Leon: Come here, I have a surprise for you

You don’t feel like leaving your bed, but you force yourself out of it anyway. It’s not Leon you’re mad at. Leon is probably the only person in the world you don’t hate right now. You knock on his door softly, holding your arms behind your back.

“Come in!” He shouts.

You open the door, shuffling into his room and closing it behind you. Your jaw drops when you see a tray in the middle of his bed piled high with your favorite snacks, drinks and two wine glasses. Leon pats the spot next to him and you’re happy to oblige, relaxing onto the mattress.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know.”

He shrugs, pouring you a glass of wine. “It already seems like you had a bad day, I just wanted to do something to make it a little better for you.”

“Thank you.” He nods in acknowledgement, turning on his tv and handing you the remote. “You can choose the first movie. Just—maybe no zombies?”

You snort at that. Classic Leon, using his corny jokes to make light of even the worst of situations. You settle on an old favorite movie you love, handing the remote back to the blond and switching it for a wine glass.

Between your favorite movie, the delicious wine and your favorite snacks, your spirits are lifted in no time. One movie turns into two, and two turns into three. Soon enough, you’re dozing off in Leon’s bed.

He moves the tray of snacks and the glasses off of the bed to give you more room to sprawl out. Laying down next to you, he watches you sleep. A part of him wishes he could see this every night—the same sight he fantasizes about on even the hardest of missions.

He flicks off the lamp on his side table and settles in. “Good night, cutie,” he mumbles, knowing you’re far too deep in sleep to hear him.

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You wake up in the middle of the night, moonlight streaming through the window and illuminating Leon’s bedroom. You’re still numb from sleep, your senses dulled just enough that it takes you a minute to realize that something is grabbing you. No, not grabbing—holding. 

You blink a few times. Leon is laying next to you, his chest pressed to your back, his arms around your waist. You can feel the slow beating of his heart and the heat coming off of his skin. He’s so close it overwhelms you, yet it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

You think about slipping away but you know what a light sleeper he is, and you don’t think you could handle it if he woke up and saw how close you were. You close your eyes and try to calm the beating in your heart so you can fall back asleep.

When you wake up again, Leon is gone. Your body feels cold where his once was. You sit up—is he showering? He can’t be, the bathroom door is open. You sit up, letting the blankets fall off of you. You swing your legs over the side of his bed, walking out to the kitchen, but he’s not there either.

Did he leave to go get something? 

You check your phone, expecting to see a text saying he ran out to go get more milk or something, but there’s nothing. You sigh, typing up a message and sending it to him.

Y/N: where’d you go?

You practically jump when your phone lets out a noise, but your heart sinks when you see what it is.

Message Not Delivered. Try Again?

You sigh. That can only mean one thing: he’s on another mission. Typical Leon, disappearing in the middle of the night to go god knows where for god knows how long. The frustration bubbles up in your chest and you feel like hitting something, but you don’t. It’s not worth it.

You try to keep your mind off of his sudden disappearance by throwing yourself into chores. You wash his bedding and make his bed, then wash your own. You sweep and mop the floors and vacuum the carpets. You dust the blinds.

It doesn’t help.

Your mind keeps wandering back to the fact that he left without saying goodbye. That he woke up at some ungodly hour, saw you laying in his arms, got up and left without another word. He didn’t even leave a note. He really cares that little. 

You shake your head and even though the pit in your stomach makes you feel like not eating, you make yourself a sandwich regardless. Seeing the untouched groceries in the fridge just adds to the feeling.

Even though you know he’s not going to get it, you pull out your phone and start typing.

Y/N: do you at least know when you’ll be back?

Message Not Delivered. Try Again?

The message makes you roll your eyes. Leon fucking Kennedy.

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A week goes by, and then two, and you still hear nothing from your roommate. You send texts here and there, hoping for an answer, but none of them go through. Eventually, you start venting to him through there, too. Expressing how frustrated you are that he didn’t say goodbye, how annoying your feelings are, how sometimes you wish you didn’t know him so you didn’t have to go through this.

It’s a random Sunday night when you’re sitting on the couch, watching trash reality tv and eating snacks. It’s cold in the apartment, but you can’t be bothered to turn on the heat. Only when your arms puff up with goosebumps do you scour the room for a sweater, settling on a random one hanging on the back of a chair.

It’s Leon’s, an old one from the Police Academy. His smell floods your nose when you pull it over your head, and it's so bittersweet you don’t know if you should laugh or cry. You settle back on the couch, but a rustling at the window makes you freeze in your tracks.

It stops for a moment, and you can almost convince yourself you’ve imagined it or it’s a part of the show—until it happens again. You scramble for the remote, pausing it so you can hear better. The noise starts again, and you waste no time in hightailing it to your bedroom and slamming the door behind you.

You flop onto your bed, trying (and failing) to remind yourself that it’s just the wind. That you’re safe here. But it’s hard when it’s late and you’re tired and you’re alone and the only person you feel safe with just abandoned you.

You curl up into a ball, pulling Leon’s sweater over your mouth and inhaling the familiar scent. It’s enough to calm you down, if only for a few moments. If you close your eyes, you can almost trick yourself into thinking he’s there, and for now, that’s good enough.

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Leon knows he fucked up when he gets back to the country and turns on his phone. Almost fifty messages from you, each one more sad than the last. He wants to slap himself—why couldn’t he just grow a pair and say goodbye? Why did he have to be so noncommittal?

He reads every message on the cab ride back to the apartment, and his heart breaks for you. He didn’t think about how you would drive yourself crazy over him or how worried you must have been. All he thought about was getting the call for the mission in the middle of the night and not wanting to wake you up.

But he didn’t abandon you. He thought about you every day and god—he wishes he could have talked to you. Hearing your voice and seeing your face was enough to make everything better. With the horrors he’s seen lately, all he wants is to be back in that bed with you for one more night.

He’s quiet coming into the apartment, hoping he doesn’t wake you up or scare you. And even though he knows you’re sleeping, he’s still disappointed you’re not waiting at the door for him.

He tosses his backpack into his room and strips off all of his holsters and velcro.  He’s quiet walking down the hallway to your room and even quieter opening the door. He relaxes at the sight of you curled up in a ball. 

You look so cute and so peaceful and—is that his sweater? The sight brings a smile to his face. He closes the door behind him with a soft click, climbing into the bed next to you.

You wake up when the bed dips down and arms wrap around you. You’re so tired you don’t even care who or what it is.

“If you’re gonna kill me, can you at least let me sleep first?” You mumble.

You fully awake as soon as you hear Leon’s laugh.

“You’re back?” You say, and you hate the way your voice cracks. 

You turn around to face him, tired ocean eyes meeting yours. He nods sleepily, “‘m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. It was stupid of me.”

“It’s okay,” and it really is okay. All the resentment you felt melted away at the sight of him. 

“C’mere,” he mumbles. 

You lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around him. You can hear his heart rate slow down at the contact. 

“I just—I just need you tonight.” Those are big words coming from the agent, and they leave you completely stunned. He must have seen or done something horrible while he was away for him to be this vulnerable, even with you.

“You can have me tonight.” You try to keep your voice even, “you can have me whenever you need me,”

He kisses the top of your head. “But I always need you.”

“Then I’m always yours.”

Neither of you speak after that, Leon falling into a light sleep. You stay up a while longer, watching the blond boy rest beneath you. He looks so fragile like this, you can’t imagine him fighting off monsters and handling weapons. You kiss his collarbone through his shirt and let yourself fall asleep with him. 

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Baby Driver: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

I lost the image from my inbox, but it was first time with Leon with a fem reader.

It's been a while since I wrote a first time fic, eh pookie bears? :)

Contains: Car sex, condoms (contraceptives are cool, kids), blowjob, light choking, light hair pulling

The air was thick like crystalizing honey. The radio was all but a murmur, some local news station was starting to crackle from being just on the border of its broadcasting distance. The deep rumble of the engine nearly drowned it out, but you still focused on trying to make out what the two news spokesmen were saying through the static.

However, it was beginning to become apparent that your heart was adamant about deafening both noises. It pounded inside of you, quickening in its pace, beating against your ribcage like it was trying to break out of its cage. You could feel it throb against your skin beneath your clothes.

It was safe to say you were nervous.

You weren’t a virgin, but you aren’t exactly experienced yourself. It’s been a while since you last had any intimate encounters, it made you even more anxious when you saw Leon’s hands slide down the shiny curve of the steering wheel. He knew about you, not being experienced and all. Despite your worrying, he didn’t seem to be bothered by the newly splayed information and still insisted on this date.

Leon is a smart man. Brave, loyal, charming, you couldn’t list all of his dazzling traits, but one you could state firmly and boldly was that he was patient. He wasn’t going to do anything you weren’t ready for.

You briefly looked over to your date, your boyfriend of nearly three months sitting in the driver's seat. He was peering out of the windows out of the corners of his eyes, making sure you both were alone. He had taken you to some secluded little patch of woods, a long-forgotten hiking trail evident in the fact that the parking lot was covered in fallen leaves and the small ranger cabin had been left barren and dusty, nature reclaiming its land.

You did the same as Leon for a brief moment, trying to occupy your wandering mind, staring into the lines of trees when he cleared his throat softly.

You felt him place a gentle hand on your forearm, crossed in your lap with your hands clasped together. You turned to look at him, finding him already looking at you, his stormy blue eyes shined in the low lighting his display put out. He wore an unreadable expression, but his brows slightly knit together in slight worry.

“You’ve been quiet the entire ride up here,” his words were soft. You shrugged your shoulders sheepishly, a soft apology rolling off of your tongue. Your cheeks were lit aflame, your chest felt like it was being beaten against like a drum, you suddenly felt very hot despite the air conditioning blowing gently. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do,” he reminded you once again.

He had mentioned it a couple of times already. The first before he picked you up, the second after the lavish dinner he had taken you to as he helped you get in his car, and then once again just now.

Ever the gentleman.

“I want to,” you found your voice. You winced internally when your voice wavered at the end. You repeated again, more firmly, “I want to.”

His thumb rolled over the skin of your forearm before he dragged his hand down to grasp at your own. He squeezed your hand a little tight, giving you one last out, but you didn’t back down.

Leon shut his car off, the engine cutting but the radio still kept going. Leon’s eyes studied you, noting your obvious anxiety.

He leaned in slowly and you found yourself doing the same. Both of your eyes fluttered shut as your noses grazed each other. The second your lips connected, it felt like life had crackled inside of you like fireworks. It always did with him since the first time you both kissed and it was something you always looked forward to with him.

His lips were warm and soft. He took charge gently, pressing his lips more firmly against yours, guiding your jaws to move as you both sucked at each others faces. He felt so warm and he smelled so good, and fuck, he was so handsome. There was a very light scratch against your chin, his facial hair barely scratching your soft skin, the light stubble needing to be shaved in the morning. The remnants of dinner lingered on both of your tongues, the after-dinner mints didn’t seem to do much for the aromatics, but it just added to the moment.

You moaned softly into the kiss, Leon pushing a little deeper into you. You felt his tongue briefly dance across your bottom lip, softly begging for you to part your lips for him and let him enter. When you hesitated, he nipped at the delicate skin making you gasp and obey. Leon’s hand that was just caressing the back of your hand suddenly gripped at your thigh, fingers twisting the material of your dress into a tight knot in his grasp. You brought a hand up to rest on the side of his neck where it connected to his shoulder, toying with the collar of his jacket as his tongue quickly explored your mouth.

He suddenly broke the kiss, a disappointed whine left you when you hadn’t meant it. You barely opened your eyes to be a half-lidded gaze when you heard Leon unbuckle both of your seatbelts, allowing him to move over the center console better. Your lips locked together once again, moving at a faster pace as you both swapped spit. He brought his other hand up to the side of your face, cupping your jaw, bringing you closer into the kiss before he urged your body to press against the center console like he had done with his.

Your hands fully grasped at his jacket, grabbing onto his open collar and pulling him as close as you could. He was so warm under your touch, a comforting heat rolled off of him in waves. There was a faint scent of his cologne that reached your nose; it was gentle, not too overpowering, it reminded you of fresh rainfall in a pine forest. It helped to calm your heart down, but you could feel his own beating away very steadily inside of his chest.

You were the one to pull away this time, needing air as your poor lungs begged for relief. You both were panting, cheeks hot, hearts hammering. Leon’s pupils were blown wide with lust, but he kept in control.

“Do you-”

“Yes,” you cut him off rather eagerly.

A cocky grin ghosted over Leon’s lips before he eyed his backseat, nodding in that direction.

“Get in the back,” he ordered softly.

Your body worked faster than your mind, quickly getting out of the front passenger seat. You barely had enough time to close the door behind you when you felt Leon grab a hold of you, pulling you directly into his lap. He had you straddle him, his strong hands holding onto your thighs to keep you in place as he urged you to settle. Your lips connected once again, both of you now fighting for who would be in control. Your hands snatched onto the back of the seat on either side of Leon’s head, nails digging into the fabric before you grasped Leon’s head and carded your fingers into his thick hair. He growled at the contact, jerking his hips up, causing you to gasp again.

His clothed erection was resting right against your concealed cunt. You shivered in anticipation. You had a feeling he was big, but for it to be confirmed so soon in your relationship? You thought it would’ve taken you a couple more months to work up the courage to do something like this.

You grinded against him slowly, sinking your hips down and shimmying your hips ever so slightly. It drove him mad. Leon’s hands came up to your ass and gave each cheek a good squeeze. You pressed yourself as close to him as you could, your breasts flushed with his chest. A soft cry escaped your lips at his rough touch. One of his hands came up from your ass to squeeze and paw up your hips, trailing up the curve of your spine and eventually tangling in your hair.

You brought one of your hands down, confidently slotting it between your persons, and gently squeezed him through the material of his pants-

You suddenly seized up and loosened when the back of your head was pressed firmly against the backside of the driver’s headrest with Leon’s fingers wrapped around your throat. There was a feral look in his eyes that made your mind go nuts inside. He was panting as though he had just ran an entire marathon, a few locks of his hair had fallen in front of his steely blue eyes, his lips were a little swollen from your kisses.

“Leon,” you moaned softly.

His thumb was right on your pulse. He could feel it pounding away right under his fingerprint like a rabbit’s. The pad of his thumb massaged your throat gingerly, slowly working his fingers down until he was no longer choking you. The first breath was something else otherworldly, it crackled new life within you despite barely losing any oxygen to begin with. Your heart was beating against your ribs as though it were an animal trying to break out of its cage. He could feel it beat through your skin, he could smell how divine you were, he could see that little twinkle in your eyes as your pupils swallowed up that gorgeous color of your eyes.

Although Leon’s hands kept you still, you managed to scoot back a little bit, sitting beside him on the backseat. Your hands returned to his person, first starting off splayed out across his broad chest before they ventured down his jacket. Both of your hands fumbled with his belt, trying to focus of your target when his own hands lightly scratched up your spine until he knotted his fingers into your hair once again. Your fingers trembled with excitement, unlatching his belt buckle and slipping the shiny dark leather loose. Your eyes never left the tented erection teasing you right in front of your face, it was barely three inches away from your nose as your unhooked the buttons of his slacks and drew down his zipper. He groaned softly, finally free of the constraints of his tight slacks but still in the elastic cotton comforts of his underwear. The heather gray that you could see was thin, you could see an enticing long shadow of a vein running along the underside of his cock.

You hesitated for a second, hypnotized by the was Leon was scratching circular motions into your scalp while also tugging on your locks before your fingers slipped under the taut waistband. Leon audibly sighed in relief as his cock sprung free, the thing nearly smacking you in the nose from how erect it was. Though it was dark, you could make out all of the delicious details of Leon’s cock, eyes running up his thick shaft right to his head that leaked a little precum from his reddish tip.

You don’t know what came over you.

You found yourself gently grasping at the base of his dick and steadied him before your tongue ran up his shaft and followed the vein. It was Leon’s turn to audibly gasp. You could see the way his abs fluttered from underneath his jacket and dress shirt and how his broad chest swelled at the intake of air.

You focused on his head for a moment, tongue swirling around the swollen tip. The salty taste of his cum sat heavy and delicious on your tongue. You barely massaged the tip of your tongue against his slit when Leon whimpered.

It made you still ever so slightly.

It made you want to hear it over and over again until the end of time.

You took his entire head in your mouth, working slow, you lowered your head at a snail’s pace at first. Leon fisted the back of your dress, nails biting through the fabric and scratching at your spine. His other hand nearly snatched at your hair, almost fisting your hair and locking his hand in place. He didn’t pull, not yet at least, just kept you still as you took him in your mouth.

He cursed softly, the words barely spilling over his lips at you worked your way down. You bobbed your head, trying to ease your mouth open just a little wider, take him just a little deeper, work your throat open just a touch more. He sat heavy on your tongue. The angle you were taking him in made your jaw start to ache. You started to slow down a bit when his head hit the back of your throat, a short muffled moan was barely audible but it reached Leon’s ears perfectly fine. He pulled at your hair a bit, just enough for you to feel a slight burn at the scalp before he pushed against your skull. He urged you to swallow more of him, to take him down to the root before starting over. You followed along, tightening your hands at his waist, going with his short rotations. Each time, you nearly swallowed him fully only to start to gag, pulling you away maybe an inch or two before repeating it.

He cursed again, this time louder. You looked up at him from under your lashes only to see him staring at you. He looked so riled up. His pupils swallowed his stormy blues, his hair was just a tad messy to the point a few locks fell in front of his face, a very faint blush had spread across his chiseled cheeks. You stirred up the courage to bat your little eyes at him and moan around his cock when it tickled the back of your throat again.

You felt him twitch in your mouth before he completely pulled you off of his cock, hauling you up by your hair. Your cry was silenced, swallowed by his hungry lips as he tasted himself on your tongue for a brief moment. Your hand absent-mindedly wrapped around his glistening dick and squeezed lightly, thumbing his slit and teasingly rubbing soft circles against the head. Leon hissed, biting your bottom lip before one of his hands enclosed around yours and his cock.

He pumped his cock a few times, rutting slightly each time your hand graced his crotch before you both parted.

You both found yourselves staring into each others eyes for a moment.

For a little while, the world didn’t seem to be important. You no longer felt nervous, not because you hadn’t had sex in a while nor because you were about to do it in public.

All that mattered was how your, for just a brief few seconds in time, your hearts synced up.

You drew yours hands back to your body, fingers quickly reaching the wrinkled hem of your dress and started to bunch it up. Leon watched like a man starved, looking on in sheer intent as you revealed your thighs and eventually your underwear to him. His hands found your body again, cupping at the curve of your ass and trailing their way up to the waistband before he started to slowly peel them down your legs.

He hesitated for a brief moment when they were halfway down your thighs, a familiar gleam in his eyes as he stared up at you.

One last out, yet you didn’t take it.

You made to get closer to Leon, shivering when your slickened folds met the chilled air, when he stopped you. He sat up quickly, reaching around to search in the center console before he withdrew a familiar looking black paper box. He plucked one from the box and tossed it back in the driver’s seat to deal with later.

It glistened in his hand, reflecting the low lighting the radio’s screen gave off. He was about to tear the packaging with his teeth when you plucked it from his fingers. He scoffed a short laugh, sitting back once again as you tore the thin foil and pulled out the glistening condom from its packaging. You leaned in and close to him, lips barely touching, noses brushing against each other. You carefully rolled the condom on over his head before wrapping your fingers around him. You pushed the condom down slowly, jerking him and squeezing him in the process before he was fully hilted into it.

Leon’s hands once again firmly situated themselves around your waist. He drew you in close, guiding your body close and helping you position yourself in his lap. You felt it beneath you as you sank down, suddenly pressing between your folds, splitting your lips before you felt a familiar sudden pressure.

You latched onto Leon’s broad shoulders and sighed and cried in his ear. Pressure built up into pleasure when he entered you, his cock stretching you oh so well. He shushed you softly, holding you in place as your cunt squeezed around him. You both moaned in sync, shoulders sagging and chests swelling as you both found it a little hard to breathe.

He let you go at your own pace, allowing you to move when you felt comfortable enough to do so. He held onto you, keeping you close, whispering sweet nothings into the small space between your bodies.

You eventually started to move when the stretch no longer became too much. You started slow, working yourself along his thick shaft, swallowing your sighs and moans and whimpers. You’ve never been stretched like this before, you’ve never felt so full.

“Oh, come on pretty girl,” Leon tutted, “don’t be so shy. Lemme hear you.”

His voice was all dark and sultry, it scratched an itch in your mind that you’ve been trying to scratch for years. It only added to the experience of fucking in the backseat of his car where the windows have been fogged up for some time now. You couldn’t help the moan that left you as your walls fluttered around his girth. You locked your hands behind Leon’s head, nails digging into the headrest as you rocked your hips along his length.

You rode him, as best as you could really with what little space you were given. But you rode him, nonetheless. He met your hips with enthusiasm, panting when you did, ghosting sweet words over your lips before kissing you. He urged you to be louder, to let him really hear you, smiling ever so brightly when you gave in. He loves the taste of the salt on your body, loves the smell of sex in the heavy air, loves the feeling of your velvet walls clamping down on his big dick.

For a brief second, he wished he wasn’t wearing a condom just to feel how hot and wet you are right now, because he could tell you were absolutely dripping with liquid sin.

It would just be a matter of time before you both took it up a notch.

[navstuffs]

No Ordinary Love

Pairing: Leon x SuccubusFemale!Reader

Summary: Leon Kennedy is addicted to you.

Warnings: songfic, SMUT, touch-starved leon, needy!leon, reader does feed on him

Author's Notes: hello! this fanfic is so important to me due to the song that inspired me to write: No Ordinary Love by Sade. if you don't know Sade, please go and listen to her. it was super hard to edit this fanfic cause the song is so freaking good and i kept getting distracted. anyway, reader is a succubus, but she might not be a "proper" succubus, i will adapt for my writing needs. this fanfic might have a prequel (how they met, after re2 events) and a sequel, so we shall see. i hope you enjoy!

leon's masterlist

"I gave you all the love I got I gave you more than I could give Gave you love"

It is late when Leon Kennedy knocks on the familiar door after just landing from Spain. He is exhausted, with images of the last days tormenting his head. Ada. Ashley. Luis's death. As a loop, he sees their faces over and over again. He shakes his head, trying to focus on the door before him and the person who will open it. Some part of him knows he shouldn't be there, something deep inside his soul is telling him to leave, he doesn't deserve you, but when the door flies open, all thoughts inside his head disappear.

Everything else disappears around him.

There is no more Ada. No more Ashley, Luis, or even Leon S. Kennedy. Only you.

"I gave you all that I have inside And you took my love You took my love(...)"

You wear an oversized black shirt that goes just above your knees. Your beauty always seems to leave him breathless because no one should look this stunning. It is unfair. Leon forgets how to speak and how to act. He is just a rookie all over again. The hopeless rookie who met you years ago, desperate for some comfort, any comfort after Racoon City. Only you matter right now. Shit, he hasn't realized how much he missed you. Your touch. Your kisses. Your warmth. 

"Do you know what time it is, Kennedy?" You yawn, crossing your arms. Understandable, he woke you up in the middle of the night. You had all the right to be angry if you wanted; Leon feels like shit about it, though he couldn't wait until the morning to see you.

"Yes. May I come in?" His voice way is softer than his usual tone, but again, he is different when it comes to you. He is not the same person around you.

Your eyebrows arch, surprised, and Leon notices your nipples harden against your shirt. Perfect.

"I don't know. Can you?"

"When you came my way You brightened every day With your sweet smile(...)"

Please, let me in. Please, Leon begs mentally, and you smirk as if listening to his silent pleas. As if you could read his mind, knowing precisely how much he needs you.

"Please?" Leon murmurs, looking at your bare feet, not believing how fragile his voice sounds.

Not after all those things he had killed or everything he had gone through, he would still be clay in your hands. It didn't matter how many times he saved the world or how many he killed, you would still be the one who put Leon on his knees, this invisible force pulling him for you. 

Leon doesn't know what would happen to him if you deny him. He might die as a thirsty man who got close to the oasis but failed to drink the water. Or got so close to the sun and burned himself before touching it. All those thoughts rush through his mind before your feet finally, finally give him passage, and Leon thanks mentally for your benevolence.

Leon starts walking into your house before you stop him, hands on his chest. You stare at his expression for a second, and Leon's heart beats so fast that he finally feels like living again.

"You don't look well. Was it hard this time?"

Leon's mind flashes with everything that happened to him in the last couple of days. He doesn't have to say anything: you know Leon better than anyone. You nod as if reading his mind again, closing the door.

"I will take care of you. Come."

"Didn't I give you All that I've got to give, baby(...)"

Leon's mind drifts away. He would lie if he said he didn't like the taste you left on his body, his heart, on his soul. You were like a drug, the strongest he had ever tasted. 

"Leon."

Oh, how much he missed your moans. Your desperate sobs of his name as he pushed his cock inside of you, as a madman. There is nothing, nothing in this world that would separate you from him. 

"Leon."

"I keep trying for you There's nothing like you and I, baby(...)"

He doesn't know what happens when he is inside of you, a feeling he can't describe. It is different from everything he tried before: you delight him. You keep him there while you take away the pain, sadness, and anything he had inside. You amplify all his senses as you empty them. He watches as your boobs bounce and your eyes light with a strange glow, but he doesn't care. Leon only cares about being yours.  

He moans a lot, too: he begs. Begs for you not to leave him, begs you to stay with him forever, and implores you to love him. Tells you there is no else for him, except for you.

Leon can feel you are close, and he trembles under your power, trying to match your thrusts. All he can focus on is how tight you are squeezing him now, how delicious you look on top of him, how much he loves being yours, being loved by you.

"This is no ordinary love No ordinary love"

When Leon cums, his vision gets hazy. He holds your ass down rougher than he would want, so you don't move. He likes to feel his seed inside you, his eyes rolling to his head.

Leon Kennedy ceases to exist to exist again only because of you.

When you fall to his side, Leon can't move. He never moves after cumming inside of you, that feeling of you squeezing tight, taking all that he has. Leon feels your gentle hand taking his hair from his sweaty face, kissing his lips, and savoring it. He moans in your mouth, grabbing your hips with the bit of strength he still has. 

"Feeling better, Leon?" 

Leon nods, his big blue eyes begging him not to leave you. To stay with him forever. He is more exhausted than when he arrived, but he is grateful. You smile compassionately, the strange glow in your eyes slowly disappearing, laying your head on his chest. 

"I lo-"

"Shhh, Leon. You have to rest now. Everything will be okay in the morning. Sleep, my love."

As a command, you watch Leon Kennedy sink into darkness. You sigh, listening to his heartbeats, the sensation of satisfaction and fullness in your veins not enough to dismiss the tiny feeling of worry you had before. Or the happiness when you saw him. Or the feeling that he belongs to you and only you. There were too small to consider but not small enough to ignore. You shake your head and find yourself foolish as you make circles on Leon's chest. Now, after all the years, was not the time to get sentimentalist. You fall asleep, ignoring the sensation of comfort of being in Leon's arms.

"Keep trying for you Keep crying for you Keep lying for you Keep flying and I'm falling

And I'm falling"

[nolita-fairytale]

don't want to walk alone | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | chapter five: the honeymoon pt. 2

summary: you and carmy enjoy the last few days of your mini-moon.

warnings: light smut, husband!carmy who comes with a warning label of his own, swearing, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov, she/her pronouns

wc: 3.2k

listen to: the official don't want to walk alone playlist (mentioned song - lizzy mcalpine's 'dancing queen' cover)

a/n: hi cuties. here is part two of the honeymoon in chicago. i will be writing an epilogue to finish out this series, then my focus will be back on the world of 'burn your life down.' please enjoy all of this fluffy, lovey dovey content because these two deserve.

part four | masterlist | epilogue

This feels right, you think to yourself, stretching out in the abnormally large bath tub that overlooks the Chicago River. This being the bath, your honeymoon, the non-stop sex between you and your insatiable husband. 

You’re up to your shoulders in bubbles, the temperature of the water just the right amount of hot, and you’ve got to admit that you need a recovery bath from the last night or so. 

“You gonna join me in here or what?” you ask Carmy, a flirtatious smile on your face as you steal a glance his way. 

He sits facing you, a few inches away on the floor of the bathroom, the sketchbook that you got him as a wedding gift laying in his lap as he continues to make furious strokes with one of the wildly-expensive-yet-worth-it pens that you purchased in addition to the sketchbook. 

“Nah,” Carmy exhales, the corners of his lips curving up into a smile as he looks at you like you might disappear. “I just wanna look at you a little longer.”

“I know it’s kind of our thing now. But maybe tomorrow night?” he offers up, half apologetically. You shake your head, as if to let him know it’s no problem, and Carmy returns his attention over to what he’s sketching. 

“Watcha workin’ on over there?” you ask, curiously, in reference to the broad strokes of pen on paper that you can hear. 

“It’s a surprise,” he answers almost too quickly, his focus unbroken as he keeps his head down, buried in whatever it is he’s drawing. 

You inhale deeply, letting out your breath on an even deeper exhale and it feels as if you’re melting into the warm bubbles that surround you. 

“I’m just glad you’re drawing again. You always seem to light up when you do it,” you sigh, settling into the comfort of your bath, even though you now have to accept that Carmy won’t be joining you tonight. 

You close your eyes, listening to the sound of your bubble bath playlist that plays over the speakers of your phone – the easily recognizable voice of Leon Bridges filling your ears as your shoulders relax. 

“Why don’t you draw something? For our next tattoo,” you suggest, your eyes beginning to close. 

“God, I love you so much,” is Carmy’s reply, without missing a beat. 

Opening one eye, you sit up slightly to get a good look at Carmy, shooting a quizzical look his way. 

“Well, yeah. But are you referencing anything in particular this time?” you giggle, peering over the edge of the tub in hopes of getting a look at what he’s sketching. Carmy tuts, clutching the sketchbook close to his chest so that he’s sure you can’t see. 

The two of you exchange a look, then a laugh, before you resign yourself, sinking back into the tub. Carmy can’t take his eyes off of you, watching you close yours. He looks down at his sketchbook, the image of you in the bathtub, your hair tied up in a messy bun on top of your head beginning to take shape on the page. With deep blue eyes full of love, he finally answers your previous question with:

“You encourage me to dream, baby.” 

A beat. 

“It’s one of the many reasons I love you.”

You inhale again, peeking one eye open just for a moment as you grin.

“I love you too, Bear. So, so much.” 

You take another breath, and a beat, before reiterating, “And I meant what I said. You should draw something for our next tattoo.”

“You really want my scribbles on your body forever?” he asks, skeptically, completely discrediting the talent that you know he knows he has. 

“I married you, didn’t I?” you shoot back with a shrug. 

He snorts out a laugh, shaking his head incredulously. 

“Don’t know if that’s the same.”

“Seriously, Bear. I know we talked about maybe adding some ink to mark this chapter of our relationship… but I really want you to draw it. You don’t have to make up your mind now but, just think about it, okay?” you continue, this time opening both of your eyes to look at him – just so he knows that you mean it. 

“Sure,” he nods hesitantly. “Uh… yeah. I’ll think about it.”

You hum along to your playlist as the song changes, and Carmy returns his attention to his sketchbook, stealing glances your way as he continues to work on his drawing of you. You swear you’ve slipped into the kind of relaxed state that yogis traveling to an ashram for the first time can only dream of, as both you and Carmy settle into a comfortable and quiet rhythm. 

Carmy hasn’t felt this inspired in a long time – noting that he hasn’t felt this relaxed in a long time either – and he’s more than willing to admit that it’s all the love (and all the sex, because it’s certainly not hurting) that’s sparked this creative kick. He was nervous before, before checking into the hotel earlier today, that maybe he wouldn’t be able to relax – the idea of going to the spa with you tomorrow is still absolutely terrifying – but it’s moments like these that remind him that he may not be so bad at this whole relaxing thing after all. 

It could be minutes, hours, days when you decide to get out of the tub – having lost track of time entirely since you checked in at the Langham hotel. Without saying anything, you pull the plug on the bathtub, allowing it to drain as you stand up, grabbing for the fluffy, plush white hotel towel. 

And you know that you could put on a robe, just like Carmy, but you have a better idea. 

You’ve been saving the little white slip dress that Natalie bought you for just the right moment, and you think this might be it. You can feel Carmy’s eyes on you as you disappear from the bathroom, leaving him where he sits on the floor, and back into the bedroom in search of where you hung the slip dress earlier this evening. 

You wonder how long it will take – if he’ll follow you back into the bedroom – but he doesn’t, so you take your time drying off. The white slip dress slides off of its hanger easily. You pull it over your head, allowing it to settle gently over your frame, noticing just how softly it drapes over your figure. 

Nat really nailed it with this one, you think to yourself, the pads of your feet hitting the ground as you head back into the bathroom to hang up your robe. 

Carmy’s gotten up off the floor, having carefully set his sketchbook down on the long counter, confident in the way he stands, waiting for you. He watches you like a hawk as you begin hanging your robe on the back of the door, a smirk beginning to form on his face. 

“What?” you ask, because you know exactly what he’s thinking without even having to look at him. 

“Nothin,” he answers, cheekily.

As you turn around, Carmy’s taking a step towards you. You busy yourself with taking your hair back down, watching your reflection in the mirror as Carmy approaches, coming up behind you. You can feel his hands slide along your hips, pulling you towards him as he begins to leave soft kisses on the tops of your shoulders. 

“Jus’ wanted to let you know how beautiful you are,” he mumbles in between kisses, pressing his hips against your ass. “That’s all.” 

“That’s all? You’re insatiable, Carm. You know that?” you ask him with a giggle, watching him in the mirror this time. 

“Oh come on,” he counters you. “You knew exactly what you were doing.” You moan as soon as you feel one of his hands bunching up the material of your dress, his lips curving into a smile against your skin as he hears you. “Putting this on for me.” 

“Baby,” you sigh happily, beginning to understand just how fun a honeymoon is supposed to be. 

“This feels familiar, doesn’t it?” he begins to tease you, moving your hair to one side of your neck.

“Remember when we snuck into a dressing room…” he continues you, his piercing blue eyes bearing into your soul through the mirror image – just like that night. “... during the James Beard Awards…” 

“How could I forget?” you gasp, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of your neck. “It was Syd’s first win and neither of us could wait till we got home.”

You remember it well, especially now, as Carmy begins to grind his hips into your ass, his eyes pleading with you in the reflection, begging you to let him fuck you. 

“Friday night and the lights are low…”

You smile, as soon as you recognize the lyrics to one of your favorite songs. Only this time, it’s nothing like the version you and your best friends sang at karaoke night, this version done as an intimate, acoustic singer-songwriter cover. Carmy’s hands are patient, slowly exploring your body as you turn around to face him, surprising him as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

He sends you a questioning look and you smile back as you lean in, placing your mouth over his in a messy kiss. 

“I love this song,” you whisper against his lips, pulling him in for another kiss as you press your body closer to his. “Dance with me, Carm.”

“Yeah?” he asks, with a single, amused raised eyebrow. 

“Yeah,” you answer with a smirk. “I’ll make it worth your while.” 

Instead of answering (or protesting, considering he had his sights set on fucking you up against the bathroom counter), he just embraces you, holding you close to him as the two of you sway back and forth to the song, exchanging heated kisses. It’s here, in the midst of a push and pull of desire, dressed in a fluffy white bathrobe and the slip dress his sister bought you, that you and Carmy have your first dance as man and wife. 

It’s exchanged kisses, teasing remarks, and eager hands till the very end of the song, both of your feet coming to a halt, too consumed with the passionate makeout that Carmy’s engaged you in this time. Your hands travel to where his robe is tied closed, beginning to open it as your breathing picks up. 

“Think we can count that as a first dance?” Carmy asks, in between kisses, his lips moving at a feverish, more desperate pace this time. 

“Definitely,” you reply, the softness in his eyes matched so well with the softness of the music. It’s then that you kiss him again, your mouth beginning to trial south every time you return to him. 

“Baby,” he moans, as he watches you kiss lower and lower, anticipating what comes next. 

“Said I’d make it worth your while. And right now, I want to go down on my husband,” you rasp, your voice low and sultry as you drop to your knees. 

Carmy moans as soon as he feels your mouth on him, your tongue coming out just to taste the tip of him. His right hand tangles in your hair, beginning to grasp at the back of your head as he lets out a:

“Fuck.”

———————————

Your vintage lace slip dress, plucked from the ground where it was carelessly thrown the night before, and Carmy’s denim jacket draped over your shoulders. 

That’s what he wakes up to, Carmy, your husband, as you climb back onto the bed, having left your brown paper bag filled with all kinds of goodies on the nightstand next to him. 

It may seem silly, bringing his denim jacket considering you barely planned on leaving the room, but he brought it for moments like this, when he knew you’d inevitably want to wear something of his while heading down to explore the rest of the hotel. 

“Think you’ll even need that?” you’d asked as you watched him pack his bag for this weekend. 

“Gotta be prepared, babe. You’ve been stealing my clothes since day one,” he had pointed out, making it clear that he was only packing options at this point. You’d giggled, making a comment about how considerate your then-husband-to-be was and a declaration that you were nothing if not consistent. 

“Good morning, my love,” you say as you climb onto the bed, settling at the foot. 

Carmy just smiles dreamily, his curls a wild, beautiful mess, as he sits up, reaching for your hands so that he can pull you over him. You smile, leaving a quick good morning kiss on his lips as you mutter something about morning breath. 

“Fuck off. You love me,” he teases in response, laying back down. 

“Fuck off. I do,” you parrot him, nodding happily, as you settle over him, straddling his hips. 

With your hands still in his, Carmy brings your conjoined hands up to his lips, leaving a kiss to each knuckle, his eyes fixed to yours, his focus unbroken. He smirks, seeing you in his denim jacket, just like he predicted. It looks damn good on you and there’s something so primal about the way he feels when you wear his clothes – the fact that you’d showcase to the world that you’re his stirs something inside of him that feels intoxicating.

“I went downstairs to the hotel cafe. Got a few pastries and coffee for us,” you say, as you run your hands up and down his chest. 

“Thanks, baby. But I’m not hungry yet,” Carmy replies, something in his voice that tells you he’s got something else in mind. You quirk an eyebrow in his direction, letting out a loud laugh as he flips you over, rolling you onto your back. 

“Think we should work up an appetite first.” 

“Again?” you giggle, heat pooling between your legs as you think of how he fucked you up against the bathroom counter last night – after you went down on him. 

Instead of answering, he captures your mouth with his, groaning into the kiss as he lays his body over yours. You could care less about the morning breath as Carmy winds you up with the way he kisses you, the way he touches you, and you’re sighing out in pleasure as his hand slips between your legs. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” he spits through gritted teeth, as soon as he realizes that you’re not wearing any underwear. 

“You go down to the cafe like this?”

You smirk, letting out a devious chuckle at his discovery. 

Before you can properly answer, Carmy’s fingers are dancing over your wet heat, earning well deserved gasps from you as you buck your hips into his hand, a sudden possessiveness taking over. 

“Fuck, Carm,” you groan, knowing exactly how to wind him up. “Yeah. Might have to punish me for it.”

“Think so, sweet girl,” Carmy mutters, before his mouth is on yours again. 

———————————

It’s your last night at the Langham hotel and you and Carmy have barely left your room – save for the trip to the pool downstairs. You find yourself curled up with your husband, your head buried in the book you're halfway through in a cozy silk PJ set as Carmy works on something else, a few pages deep into his new sketchbook. 

“How’s your book?” he asks, his focus still on the page before him. 

“Good,” you answer quietly, looking for a good place to pause. You look over at him, smiling as you notice the very cute face he makes when he’s concentrating. 

“Watcha workin’ on?” 

A light blush runs across Carmy’s cheeks as he prepares to show you. 

“Uh… just been sketchin’ up some ideas… you know. Ever since you asked about, you know… the tattoo,” Carmy answers, suddenly feeling shy about showing you his work. 

“Yeah?” you ask, only to be met with a nod as Carmy hands you the sketchbook. 

You take it, your eyes eagerly scanning the page, considering it’s the first time since you gave him the gift that he’s let you see anything he’s been working on. You smile, a look of awe in your eyes as you take in all of the little food-related tattoos that he’s drawn up. 

“I like this one,” you say, pointing to the nest of spaghetti he’s drawn, clearly meant to be a single portion of carbonara. “I mean, I like all of them… but I like this one.” 

“Yeah?” he asks, only a little surprised that you like any of them really. 

“Yeah,” you nod in response. You look down at his work, then back up to Carmy before gesturing towards the page. “May I?”

“Uh… sure,” he answers anxiously, the sound of the page turning only magnifying his nerves. 

He’s so incredibly talented that it hurts, and it’s not till you get back to the very first page, the one where he's drawn you in the bathtub that your heart stops. 

“Carmy,” you gasp, looking down at the sketch. 

“You hate it,” he’s quick to say, offering up a way out, almost too eager to beat you to the punch if that is how you feel. 

“Baby, of course I don’t hate it. I-,” you shake your head, marveling at the drawings below as you trace your fingers over the broader strokes of the pen. “It’s just… no one’s ever drawn me before so. I’m kind of… in awe right now.”

Carmy inhales, then lets out the breath on a deep exhale, because he’s drawn you before – considering he’s barely made time for his art in the last five years anyways – and that they just aren’t things he’s shown you yet. 

“What do you think?” is all he asks, his eyes searching your face for a reaction. 

“I think,” you say, returning his gaze with yours. You can tell that he’s nervous, that this feels extremely vulnerable, and you know exactly how to pivot. “... that you’re incredibly talented… and it’s really, really not fair.” 

He laughs. 

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he replies, brushing off the compliment. 

“No, I mean it, Bear,” you harp, making sure he hears you. 

“Okay,” he nods, and you know it’s the best you’re going to get when it comes to him accepting your compliment on the spot. 

You take a beat, before handing him his sketchbook back, returning your attention to your book as the two of you settle into a quiet rhythm of spending time with each other. This is exactly how you pictured this weekend going – spending time together, doing absolutely nothing, and fucking all day long. You’re not quite ready to go back to real life yet, but you also miss Aioli, and you know you and Carmy have another shot at this when you go on your real honeymoon in a few months. 

“Maybe I should bring this with me… you know… on our honeymoon part two,” Carmy says, gesturing towards his sketchbook. It warms your heart to see him so excited, so inspired and relaxed. 

“Definitely,” you reply with a smile. “Let’s do it all over again in a few months. When we go to Japan.”

“You wanna take a bath?” you ask, an implied, ‘you said you would join me’ in your voice as you ask the question. 

Carmy licks his lips, a small smile threatening the corners of his mouth as he answers, 

“Deal.”

[mackjlee9]

SONGFIC IDEA inspired on "ilomilo" by Billie Eilish

maybe reader got abducted or kidnapped while in a stablished relationship with Leon, they did so many experiments on him that he doesn't know what's real and what's fake anymore so when Leon rescues him he's so fucked up he believes Leon is part of his mind, that he's not real.

this one could be HEAVY ANGST but i'll leave that up to you since this is just a general idea. Reader could die? Reader could simply stay in a mental facility getting tortured and his only source of happiness is seeing Leon even if he believes is an hallucination? Reader could one day actually know that Leon is real? Get yourself inspired by the song since these are just ideas!

Also this is kinda my first time requesting a songfic so idk if this is good lmao

I love when my own angst makes me cry 🙂

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst]

Masterlist.

Resident Evil

"Don't worry, Lee, I'll be back soon, I promise."

Told you not to worry

But maybe that's a lie

Maybe I shouldn't make promises I can't keep, eh? (M/n) could feel his head spinning, all the blood he lost being the cause of it.

He was trying to keep his eyes open, to maybe try and see the person that had done this to him. Perhaps he would be able to identify them once they were captured, but all attempts were useless, his sight was getting more and more blurry as the seconds passed. All he could do was hear the booming sound of a bullet being shot, a few tears brimming in his eyes as (M/n) realized everyone in his unit was dead, or close to dying

"We'll take good care of you, Agent," he heard a woman whispering in his ear, kneeling in front of him, gently brushing his hair out of the way.

(M/n) opened his mouth to say something, but he had used the last bit of his energy, his eyes closing as he passed out. The woman giggled and glanced behind her, the man standing there smirked and signaled to the B.O.Ws standing aside to pick him up and take him to the van waiting for them in the parking lot.

No one would find them, not until he had finished with (M/n) first.

Where did you go?

I should know, but it's cold

And I don't wanna be lonely

Leon... Leon...

Was all (M/n) could think when everything done to him was over, when his body was left twitching and pulsing against his will, unable to stop the reactions of his body to whatever had been injected into him.

He would close his eyes and think of Leon, seeing his lover was the only thing that could ground him, keep him somehow sane.

(M/n) hated being in that room. It was always cold, it made goosebumps cover his skin, and he knew his breath was foggy, but feeling Leon's touch on his was enough to warm him up for days on end. But then, he would see how Leon would slowly disappear, and (M/n) knew he was about to be put through the same thing again.

And every time it happened it just got longer and longer, or felt like it did.

I don't wanna... be alone, Leon, where... Where did you go...?

Blinking a few times, he would be greeted with the same bright light, surrounded by people wearing surgical masks and sometimes, chemical protection suits.

You're... Probably at home, or... Looking for me... Please, find me soon...

//////

The moment Leon was notified of what had happened to (M/n) during his mission, he froze. Everyone's voices faded out, and he felt like he was being kept underwater, he couldn't breathe.

He was monetarily lost in a trance, when the flashing image of (M/n)'s lifeless body appeared in his mind, as if mocking him. Leon slammed his hands on the table as he stood up, snapping back to reality.

I can't lose another life

"I'm not losing (M/n) too."

//////

Hurry, I'm worried

The world's a little blurry

Or maybe it's my eyes

With every minute, hour, or day that passed, everything got worse. (M/n) could feel his body slowly giving up, quicker with each time he got subjugated to these experiments.

It got to a point where he no longer knew what was fake and what was real, he didn't know if he was even alive anymore, and yet, the only thing that continued to work, the only thing that kept him awake every day, was Leon. Thinking about Leon let him that he was alive, the heat he felt surge through his body, the feeling of his heart speeding up, the homey atmosphere Leon brought with him was more than enough for him.

Leon sits with him, next to his bed and they talk, and Leon loves him the only way he knew Leon would.

(M/n) blinks when everything around him gets blurry, and he realizes that it's his sight the one distorting everything. Are they... Done now?

His thought process is slow, difficult, and rather painful for him, but he's able to understand the things happening around him. (M/n) hears guns being fired, explosions going off, people screaming and then alarms echoing everywhere. He grunts in pain and his eyes stare at the door as it opens.

"Leon...?" He whispers breathlessly, his voice gone from all his screaming, so it's impossible to hear him over the sounds of the sirens, but Leon didn't need to hear him to know that (M/n) was calling out to him.

His legs trembled as he ran further inside the room, tripping and falling to his knees next to his bed, picking himself up and hugging (M/n) tightly, tears running down his face nonstop, choked sobs racking in his chest, his hands desperate gripping onto (M/n) to make sure he was there, alive.

(M/n) had a small smile on his face, his arm slowly lifting to stroke Leon's soft strands, making the man look up at him. Struggling to move his body even an inch, Leon held his hand and nuzzled his cheek on his palm, sobbing as he felt (M/n)'s thumb gracing his warm skin as he wiped his tears away.

"I feel safe... When I'm with you, Leon... I'll always will..."

The friends I've had to bury

They keep me up at night

Leon would never forget how (M/n) died in his arms the moment he got to him. The soft and loving look in his fading eyes, the gentle and understanding smile pulling on his lips, the touch of his burning hand becoming colder by the second.

He had been staying on (M/n)'s grave every day since his burial. He didn't care that he was slowly killing himself, he had lost the only thing- the only person in this fucked up world that had given him some hope in his life. (M/n) was his light at the end of the tunnel, but now he was in complete darkness, because lights eventually run out, and sometimes... You can never replace them, because you could never find a light as bright and lasting as that one.

Said I couldn't love someone

'Cause I might break

Every day he stays there, basking in his memories, unable to stop beating himself up for not finding (M/n) sooner. If he only had been there a day earlier then maybe- maybe he would still be alive.

"I just wanted to protect you," he mumbled weakly, his voice breaking as he let himself be drenched in the pouring rain, at least his tears were unnoticeable now. No one would know how long and how much he has been crying for the past two weeks.

No one needed to know. He would only cause problems for everyone anyway.

Was hoping you'd come home

I don't care if it's a lie

[drpeppertummy]

ok this is kinda long & rambling & not really what i wanted it to be bc my brain was half hanging out the entire time & i was too impatient to wait for it to squeeze back in

[stuffing]

"Are you sure that's enough potatoes?"

"Shut up," said Alfie as he chopped up the last potato in the bag, and Marsha laughed.

"Hey, I just wanna make sure you're not gonna leave the table hungry," she teased, slipping her hand between the undone bottom buttons of his shirt and giving his soft belly a friendly squeeze.

"You're gonna be the one leavin' hungry if you don't watch it," he said, turning to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Hey, you two, play nice," said Max, clacking his tongs at them. Marsha and Alfie exchanged a knowing smile, then engulfed Max in a double bear hug, drawing a grunt out of him as they squeezed him tight.

Some people might have supposed the chances of Alfie leaving the table hungry were slim to none, given that he'd eaten a few donuts at work not that long ago and lunch not long before that. Those same people would likely have been unfamiliar with Alfie's appetite. Marsha supposed he could have eaten half a bakery and still been hungry for dinner. Fortunately, there was plenty to go around tonight: a hefty chicken, a big pan of broccoli, asparagus, and squash, and an enormous pot of Alfie's famous mashed potatoes for good measure.

Despite his still-slightly-full stomach, Alfie's appetite was perfectly intact, and he put himself together a nice big plate before joining his partners at the table. His belly rumbled. He was far from starving, but mashed potatoes were a weakness of his, and he'd been thinking about them all day. Sitting down with a big scoop on his plate, he gladly dipped his fork into it and took a bite.

"You would not believe the idiot day I had at work," said Max, cutting a bite of chicken. "Somebody decided to let a live lobster loose in the hallway. You know who had to go wrangle it?"

"I like the mental image of you wrangling a lobster," laughed Marsha. "Get someone to record it next time, I wanna see."

"Please, it's probably all over Snapchat or whatever the kids are on anymore."

"Imagine that. Our Maxie, a star," grinned Alfie, patting him on the back. Max rolled his eyes.

"And what'd you all do today?"

"I didn't wrangle any lobsters but I did have to wrangle a cat," said Marsha. "This dumbass brought him in without a carrier. Like a cat's gonna sit patiently in a waiting room full of other animals."

"People are ridiculous," said Max, shaking his head. He turned to Alfie. "How about you, what'd you wrangle?"

"Just Leon's decrepit Nissan," said Alfie. "It broke down in the Dollar General driveway, he and that bitchy old queen he's always got on his arm had to shove it all the way up the little incline."

"He still has that thing? How has it not just fallen to pieces yet?"

"Because he keeps bringin' it to me! I am so sick to death of that stupid car."

"Hey, he's keeping you in business," said Marsha.

The three went on chattering away as they ate, and Alfie was so caught up in the conversation that he managed to clear his plate completely without even realizing it. He looked down at the empty plate, surprised, then, after a moment of consideration, got up for a sizable second scoop of potatoes. He was far from hungry now, but the food had yet to lose its appeal, and there was more than enough left in the pot; it only made sense to have a little extra.

"How are you not full yet? I don't think I'm even gonna be able to finish what's on my plate," said Max.

"Oh, do you even hear yourself? Alfie doesn't get full," Marsha teased.

"Well, take the rest of mine," said Max, sliding his plate over to Alfie. "I'm stuffed."

Alfie's stomach capacity was impressive, but the extra potatoes alone were enough to fill him up after starting the big meal on a not-so-empty stomach. He could feel the waist of his pants beginning to tighten around his belly, but that wasn't going to stop him from finishing off Max's scraps. It was only a little bit, after all; it would be silly to put them back with the rest. And besides, Alfie was never one to back down from a challenge, even if it wasn't really a challenge at all. Despite the heavy feeling swelling in his stomach, he went on eating.

It was rare for Alfie to really feel stuffed, but as he finished off the last few bites of Max's dinner, he found that feeling growing closer. His belly felt taut and packed, bulging out firmly now against his jeans. He was glad to be done as he scooped up the last little bite of broccoli, feeling utterly stuffed and ready to quit, when Marsha's plate suddenly joined the other two in front of him.

"I think I'm done," she said, leaning back in her seat. "You can have the rest of mine."

Alfie held a tentative hand against his belly. It pushed out impressively against his shirt, sticking out so far that it pressed against the table when he leaned forward to accept the plate. There wasn't much on it--Marsha's appetite was considerably bigger than Max's, albeit still smaller than his--but right now, those few bites of chicken and potato seemed like an enormous amount. Still, it was in front of him, and it was only a tiny bit. Reluctantly, he picked his fork up again and got to work.

Getting through Marsha's leftovers wasn't easy, but Alfie managed it. Each bite stretched his stomach just a little bit further, and the pressure building inside his belly was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He was so concentrated on putting away those few little bites that he didn't even notice Max leaving the table to retrieve the gluten free cake he'd made the night before.

"Ooh, fancy," said Marsha, admiring the shapely dessert.

"Figured I oughtta put somethin' together since we were makin' a nice dinner." Max cut each of them a small piece and distributed the plates. Alfie's overstuffed belly let out a soft gurgle of dismay. If he hadn't been out of space before taking Marsha's scraps, he certainly was now. His stomach felt drum-tight, pushing out round and firm and straining the waist of his jeans, and he half-doubted he'd even be able to get up from the chair. Still, he couldn't resist at least a bite of the dessert. Max was an excellent baker, after all, and the slice was already cut.

The first bite of the cake, though delicious, went down hard, and his stomach groaned uncomfortably as it struggled to fit it. The second bite was even more difficult. Finally, after forcing down a third bite, Alfie set down his fork and leaned back in his seat, his round tummy bulging absurdly out in front of him.

"What, you're not gonna finish?" Marsha gave him a perplexed look. Alfie shook his head, resting a hand on his belly.

"I can't fit another bite," he confessed. Marsha looked surprised, then amused.

"Why, Alfie Shannon," she teased, pointing her fork at him. "I didn't think that belly of yours had a limit!" Alfie halfheartedly stuck his tongue out at her, then slumped down in his seat, both hands sitting atop his tummy.

It wasn't until the three of them finally got up from the table that Marsha and Max realized just how much Alfie's belly was sticking out. He felt heavy and sleepy, weighed down by the enormous mass of food stretching his stomach. Still, he helped clean up, albeit moving a lot more slowly than usual.

"Poor Alfie, look at that big belly," said Marsha, giving his distended tummy a gentle pat. "Go lay down, we've got it."

"I'm fine," said Alfie, but when she insisted again, he didn't argue. His belly was aching now that he was up and moving, and he wanted nothing more than to sprawl out on the couch, which he gladly did. His round tummy stuck straight up from his stocky frame, the lower half exposed between the undone bottom buttons of his shirt. With a soft grunt, he reached down and unbuttoned his pants. It didn't do much to relieve the pressure, but at least the jeans were no longer digging into his skin.

It didn't take long for the other two to finish straightening up the kitchen, and they were soon sitting on either side of their mouthy little partner. Marsha lifted his head to lay it on her lap, and he looked up at her, a rare softness in his dark eyes. She smiled down at him and placed a hand on his belly.

"Y'know, you're pretty cute when you're too full to mouth off," she said, patting his tummy. It made a heavy thumping sound, packed solid after the enormous meal.

"I'd say the same to you, but I don't think I've seen it yet," he said, nothing but fondness in his voice.

"Hey, watch it or I'm gonna start squeezing."

[alicerosejensen]

OK. I did it anyway! Finished the translation and tried as best he could. Part 3

I have a lot of debt, but I did it!

Good ending attached. If you like the bad ending of this story then please stop at 2 parts.

There's also a bit of angst here, a mention of smut.

I listened to a bunch of songs while writing this. In fact, there was a gigantic temptation to make Leon's girlfriend run away again, but I decided to fix the broken hearts of readers.

English is not my native language (I will write this as often as possible so that I don't get tomato thrown at me for mistakes). But I tried.

The text is quite large. I do not know if anyone has the strength to master it.

All efforts crumbled like a house of cards. All hopes that your relationship could still be saved were destroyed from the very day when you finally left, taking one suitcase with you.

For Leon, it was still an idiotic comedy that dragged on for a long time. He kept calling, texting, trying to talk to you about this misunderstanding. But you just cut him out of your life right away, without even giving him an attempt to explain everything.

But the comedy turned into a nightmare. Because Leon realized that you really left. A rather dirty game: to become the one who gave him peace and true love, and then in one second set fire to a small flowering island in his soul, leaving ashes behind.

Leon let you get too close to him. So close that he began to consider you his own. At some point, it even seemed to him that no one could love the way he loved you. But now you have turned the blue sky into black, discarding it as an unnecessary thing. Sometimes, stretching out his hand, lying on the bed, Leon woke up, thinking that since you are not around, then you are in the kitchen. You probably eat breakfast while looking at your phone.

But then he remembered.

You've gone. With tears, creating from his image a monster that hurt you throughout the relationship. You have done worse than Ada. It was a hundred times more painful. Leon knows it's crazy, but for just one night with you, he would give his life.

The only woman who has always been on his side. He wanted to feel the soft cotton of your gray T-shirt, but only your hands could be more gentle.

You have always been so pure that the world could be silenced by such innocence and angelic beauty. All the stars could go out if only something happened to you. You are a rare angel, in whose arms nothing hurts, who descended to him, to the last sinner, constantly fighting in an endless hell. Maybe someone decided that he received too much grace?

Leon would agree with that. But he's not ready to accept it. You said that you love him, despite the fact that he supposedly has feelings for Ada, and if he can convince you otherwise, then perhaps his beloved will return to him

But you didn't want to be in that cage. The whole situation with Leon, in your opinion, resembled the plot of Dolly Parton's song "Jolene", where Jolene is Ada Wong, whom you could beg not to take your lover. After all, as Jolene, Ada was the embodiment of an unearthly ideal. With a voice as soft as summer rain and with a smile like the breath of spring… Ha, you grinned remembering the words of the song.

What could you, a simple student, compare to this Ada-Jolene? Leon kept her compact in his bedside table and you still feel the reproach of envy that you will never become such a woman. You still cry when you think how many times he imagined an elusive mercenary in your place. But your happiness does not depend on Ada. You were able to find the strength to open the birdcage and run out to freedom, breathing in fresh air.

Leon used you. Crushed your heart into a piece of paper and threw it into the fire like the last scoundrel. But here you took out a burnt ember, intending to take care of it and already now you see that the first sprouts of trust in other men break into the light. However, love is not knocking at your door yet.

Because there is one huge problem: no matter how much pain Leon caused you, you want to leave him in your memories. Salty rivers of tears flow down your eyes almost every night, forcing you to curl up in the fetal position with your hands pressed to your chest when you read his messages. These are such ruthless blows that literally destroyed your soul. He's already traumatized you enough, so why doesn't he stop it already?!

The whole body and soul are screaming: help me! And the mind doesn't want to forget his fucking name and touch. You can't go back to Leon Scott Kennedy because he will bring nothing but evil. Say to yourself and remember forever: goodbye, my love for this man, because my heart can no longer bear this sick love.

You met in the spring and broke up in the spring. How much joy and sadness this time of year has brought you!

How much pain there is in the world, and all because of fucking love.

But for Leon it was completely different.

It was the middle of the day, when the sun was still high in the sky, promising to illuminate the streets with its light for at least another three or four hours. Late autumn time, Leon didn't want to get out of his mostly, alcohol-smelling apartment, but he had to write a report and hand it over to Hannigan, despite the overdue deadlines. To gather his thoughts a little for an answer, Leon went into a nice cafe, hiding from the strong wind, hoping that in addition to all kinds of desserts, he could order coffee to take away.

Ordinary strong coffee without sugar and hopes that it will not taste like bile.

The arrival of a new visitor was announced by a ringing bell, to the ringing of which the waiter immediately raised his head from his business. Leon was not going to linger, he walked past the tables with a few visitors until the familiar smell of women's perfume hit his nose.

And stopped.

He forgot about everything: Hannigan, the report, his job. About everything that brought him pain from your departure, because right now you were sitting with your back to him in a warm beige dress, holding a glass with some kind of drink with one hand and writing something in your notebook with the other pen, completely ignoring anyone.

All Leon wanted at this very second was to grab you in his arms and never let you go again.

How did this even happen? Why did you, loving him dearly, renounce him in an instant?

And yet your mere presence lifts him from the thorn-strewn earth. Only a meter separated you from each other, but Leon is already burning to the ground. It didn't matter if you were an angel or a demon, you were his love. His restless bird that flew away from him because it could. Because you believed he could still love another woman.

You look like two fools, each of whom believes in his own truth.

You were so serene, calm and nondescript to others. Strawberry ice cream almost melted from lack of your attention or you just didn't find it tasty enough to finish. Leon completely forgot why he came to this cafe. Illuminated by the evening sunlight, you looked like a work of art that you were so fond of.

A slight smile, careless strokes of a strange drawing in a notebook…you looked tired and a little thinner, but for him you remained the most beautiful. Aesthetic - Leon remembers that you like this word.

Did he have the right to disturb you? Like a mirage, Leon didn't want to scare away the one he loved because he knew if he touched you now, you would disappear again. Messages, calls - there were many of them and not one received a response.

If his love really brought you so much suffering, do you need it? Is he really that selfish? But now you tensed up, feeling someone else's gaze on your back, and as if small droplets of crystals began to beat anxiously against each other like wind music warning about who you are desperately trying to get out of your head.

But there was no soulful cry of "run."

You knew he was there. Behind. The heart did not stop with horror - it trembled with excitement. God, don't turn around! So much was lost because of Leon: dreams, hopes, trust, heart…

The palette of the endless emptiness of weekdays turned into slightly brighter colors.

Leon touched your shoulder and you shuddered lifting your head up. It was impossible to ignore this meeting and there was nowhere else to run. His touch was so welcome. The body responded to him by itself, trying to cling closer to feel the forgotten warmth. It was so good.

Suddenly you felt like a drug addict who received a long-awaited dose of the drug.

The purest buzz.

You still didn't say anything, just stared into those diamond eyes, completely losing yourself. By looking at it, you can experience all kinds of death. You wanted to finally surrender to him, submit and accept the inevitable, and then fall asleep in a tight embrace - all for the sake of the illusory hope of not being number 2.

What idiot said that time heals? There wasn't a night or a day when you didn't think about him.

You want to tell everyone to go to hell, and yourself first, because you're the last fool. A proud fool who can't live without him. Damn pride. Leon took a step forward, swallowing loudly, grabbing your shoulder with his other hand, but it didn't hurt. He looked at you as if he was afraid that you would melt into thin air.

You love each other very much, and each of you thinks that one of you does not love the other.

In an instant, everything collapsed in November. Leon knelt down, still squeezing your shoulders. Curse this month. He pressed you to him and you buried your face in his shoulder, inhaling the smell of a leather jacket and barely perceptible cologne. The stubble scratched the skin unpleasantly, but now these sensations were so pleasant.

If Leon doesn't disappear right now, it's going to be the worst month on the calendar. An unhappy month that will leave another stab wound. Your first true love and not a stupid infatuation…Whatever Carey says, it's impossible to forget Leon. There is no longer the strength to drown in it, grasping at a thin thread of feeling.

"Let's talk" - you're definitely a drug addict. His voice was like heroin causing euphoria. Rough and stringy at the same time. The infernal rejection started from him again.

The waiter's voice sounded like a soft soprano, and Leon reluctantly pulled away from you, but did not let go, as if he was afraid that you would jump up from your seat and run away, grabbing your coat. The lungs let out a heavy sigh, but you didn't want to talk to him. It was as if you were afraid that he would have words that would make you return to this anarchy of abnormal relationships. When he loves one woman and sleeps with a completely different one.

"I don't want to, go away," - you whispered, pushing him away with your palm. It was a terrible gesture. But you endured for a long time, accepting his lies, running after him like an obedient dog.

Love is not when it hurts you. And he mocks you and jokes, building those puppy dog eyes. He pretends that this separation is also hard for him. As if he wasn't a soulless being who took advantage of the trust of a girl in love with him.

But the idiotic heart keeps shouting to him, "Love me for a long, long time!" and Leon seems to hear him.

Leon grins, feeling butterflies flutter in his stomach. How many bridges can you burn?

But he strokes your head, runs his fingers through your hair.

"We'll just talk. Please stop ignoring me!"

"Stop foaming at the mouth to prove to me that the mysterious spy in red does not live in your head."

Keep your finger on the pulse and run. After paying for lunch, you grabbed your coat and walked briskly to the exit. And only when Leon caught up with you on the street, trying to stop you by grabbing your wrist, you turned into a scorpion who tried to escape using all his poison.

It's the same thing again.

"You're the worst thing that's ever happened in my life!"- that's what you finally shouted out to him along with all the other shit, but it was this phrase that killed him completely. The gaze seemed to read information from your face, as if checking it for truthfulness. The fucking detector gave out the truth.

"Someone like you never knew what love was. You know what's funny? To Ada Wong, you're just a puppet. A toy that she can play with whenever she wants, and then put it on the shelf and forget." - You poured out your burning poison, turning words into caustic acid to kill him once and for all, despite your tear-stained face. - "That's enough! I will never forgive you! Run after your elusive spy and leave me alone. I deserve to be happy. I'm already broken inside by your fucking love!"

It wasn't fair. You just tore him apart with those words. He's never even half loved you, he's never compared you to anyone! But nothing will bring you back to him. You will no longer illuminate his pitch darkness with your light. Leon really felt like a bastard who trampled on someone who loved him.

He stood there, looking after you, listening to your hysterical sobs, while you ran away again to lick the wounds inflicted. It seemed like you were about to fall to the ground and die from all this pain. All those months that you have not seen him, in no way helped you to stop loving this man. Because things have only gotten worse.

You wanted to lie down and die. Everything you were rebuilding exploded again, turning you into ruins. Ada Wong would never have allowed herself to do that. But the pain you felt became physical. Your head is spinning, the world has become so crazy and alien, sickeningly disgusting, because all the protective mechanisms of orgasm just fail you after all the continuous work. You just screamed from all the injustice that happened to you, and the name of this injustice was Leon S.Kennedy. The fucking bastard who caused you to fall into the mud, acting like an escaped lunatic.

"I hate you," - Leon heard it. The most terrible thing is that he realized that he was destroying you. Your body was experiencing physical pain - spasms, and you already needed professional help. And yet he cradled you like a baby in his arms until you fainted.

One thing you didn't have time to say: despite the fact that you were burning alive, your stupid little heart continues to seek salvation in Leon. It hurts her, but she calls him for help, begging for caring kisses and warm hugs.

What does it feel like to be a girl with a sensitive heart and a brave soul? The moment you discovered that he still loves Ada made you split into many pieces. Lying in a hospital bed, taking medications whose names you don't remember, you heard your mother's muffled crying and fell asleep under it, pulling the blanket over your shoulders, as if under a white noise. Your father stroked your head as if you were a child, slightly dulling the pain that was pounding in your chest.

"You will be sad and forget" - that's what your mother told you when she found out that the cause of the disease was a man. "You won't even remember that you once loved him there."

But you didn't want to forget him. You're so tired of falling asleep thinking about him… because even when you close your eyes like a phantom, you continue to see him. How can you live with this poison in your soul? Leon poisoned you and didn't even send you flowers, considering that he got you into the hospital because of him. And yet part of you was waiting for him to come.

Leon didn't come.

Nervous breakdown on the background of constant stress. Friends also came to find out about your well-being, but only Carey stayed for a long time, trying to pull you out of oblivion, which the brain could not cope with.

She didn't say a word about Leon, fearing that any mention of him would provoke a violent reaction again. Everyone kept saying that everything would be fine and you'd be coming home soon. Did you really feel a little better, but did you feel depressed just thinking about what would happen next? Your beloved friend disappeared as you wanted.

It is in vain to grieve about a failed relationship that was still beautiful, despite the subsequent horror.

"It was wonderful. Goodbye, Leon," you said to yourself when you found a little strength to admit that he is not a monster at all. Time is fleeting, and nothing lasts forever, and you are also unlucky to find happiness in this man.

Drive all thoughts of him away and remember that you are no longer the two of you. Find the strength to learn to live without him and suppressed the passionate feeling of rushing to him under the door banging on it with his fists.

Burn this brand on yourself.

In fact, even in the void can be cozy. When the day of discharge came, your father insisted that you come home again and recover a little from the experience. But you knew that if you came home, you would never erase Leon from your memory. If there was a record with his name on it, you would have listened to it until I broke it.

It's like you've been living in a dark paradise now. There are no medications for memory, but the ones that you started taking clearly muffle all feelings, allowing you to focus on studying. It was quiet and cold in this dark paradise because Leon wasn't there, but you still remembered how your pain-filled body fell to the floor. And yet there was one significant plus that allowed you to live - it was peaceful in this paradise.

And yet, as if you were a lost thing on the shelf, it did not leave you.

November is a really disgusting month. The whole world seemed to be turned upside down. There was the usual calmness with the absence of something important.

But then stability came.

You and Leon don't talk anymore. Apparently, what was said greatly influenced him, but the flowers in your soul still do not bloom. His love for you is still breathing and part of him knows that you love him, but he will prefer to give you a chance to forget him and all the memories associated with him, given how he hurt your soul.

He would like to stay in your life, but not after what he did.

Therefore, he was content with what was left to him. Polaroids from your vacation with him and memories…and some things that you forgot at his place. Meaningless little things, but he kept them. Everyone focused on their lives. You were riding with friends on a bike, exposing your face to the wind, hugging a friend. Leon is back from his work. And everyone missed the other.

But there is no desire to fall into this abyss anymore. Then it was time for healing, it seemed that the impossible was happening, but fate desperately liked to bring your roads together.

Your face is a real masterpiece against the background of daubs. Among the hundreds, Leon noticed you with your bestia when you were choosing some kind of gift, he looked at you from afar.

The cradle of his suffering… Leon feels like he is filled with love for you again, watching you laugh merrily after recovering from all the wounds that he inflicted on you. So cheerful… he had no right to be with you. With the people he values, something happens all the time, but this time he himself is the one who repeatedly stabbed in the back.

You never blamed Ada for your failure, only him, and it was deserved, because until the moment of your loss, Leon still found these meetings… more personal and intimate even if sex between them has not been for a long time. Just something else attracted him, but he would never let ordinary attraction destroy what he really loves.

However, that's exactly what he did. A stupid compact left somewhere in the corner of the bedside table, which he still had from China… you made the wrong conclusions by backing them up with that inappropriate message on his phone and it was still enough to leave him forever. But now you were laughing and it warmed Leon, how he wants to hear this sound again at home, along with numerous words of tenderness.

It was not worth looking at you for so long because some force pulling each other forced you to find this gaze from which you can die and rise again. Everything beautiful has remained very far away. None of you will say a simple "hello" to the other, and yet why are you silent like fools?

Thanks to the pills, all the senses were dulled a little, allowing a stupid thought to slip into your head - to talk to him.

The doctor prescribed you treatment: medications, rest and moderate physical activity, and somewhere between the lines he wrote in invisible ink "no Leon Kennedy." And you're drowning in this swamp again, violating all the doctor's orders. It doesn't hurt yet, but it's already scary to exhale if you stumble, fall into the water and have to start over.

These silent glances with each other… everyone is afraid to take an extra step, because everything can collapse. Leon doesn't want to be the cause of your tears, he's already brought enough shit to a dear person. Everything beautiful has remained very far away. None of you will say a simple "hello" to the other, and yet why are you silent like fools?

Thanks to the pills, all my senses were dulled a little, allowing a stupid thought to slip into my head - to talk to him. You said a lot to him that day, a lot of things he didn't really deserve, trapping him.

But only now are you wondering: did you notice any moments correctly or did you come up with a reason for leaving? After all, sometimes you could catch the scent of someone else's perfume on his clothes and still believe that there is only him and you. Maybe Ada marked it on purpose so that you could figure out who it really belongs to? What if it was her subtle sign for you?

"Stay away from my territory"

But there was another truth. Your bestie got distracted looking at some jewelry in the window when you watched Leon leave. Have you ever wondered who is a masochist God or is it you? It looks like it was you, because no god forced you to follow him. And Leon felt this persecution, which made him turn around when he saw your indecisive face.

You yourself took a step towards him, and the heart itself began to revive after a long hibernation. The truth is, you had no idea what to say.

It was you who wiped away his tears when he was in too much pain.

It was you who banished all his fears when he woke up in the middle of the night.

You were holding his hand. Not Ada.

"I'm sorry…" You nodded for some reason. - "I'm not… princess… this is a chance meeting. I didn't want to bother you, so you wouldn't think about me.

"I know." - Leon barely heard what you said to him, looking away from his eyes. "I'm sorry for what I said to you then.

"What?" - his reaction made your lips smile with a kind smile that he could not forget. Leon seemed really discouraged, but you just turned around to look at Carey to make sure she wouldn't go crazy when she saw who you were talking to. Definitely, it's all because of the pills.

"I said you were the worst thing that happened in my life, but that's not true. In fact, I only told you a lot because I wanted you to be as hurt as I was. However, I shouldn't have done that. You're a good man. I behaved terribly, like a naughty child."

Leon couldn't understand what had just happened to him. His pupils seemed to widen at the impossible words and your ridiculous apologies. After all, if anyone should be apologizing, it's him, because he drove you to a nervous breakdown. He shook his head, just in case checking to see if you were a figment of his imagination, but you were still standing there. Right in front of him. Was what was happening a prank?

Maybe it's karma?

"You don't have to apologize" - all Leon could squeeze out of himself and you just shrugged your shoulder for a long time without answering anything.

"I apologize for saying too much. It's my fault that I ended up in the hospital, not yours. But I'm not apologizing for that…" Ada's name stuck in throat.

"For leaving?" - Leon grinned when you silently agreed with him. - "At least you had the right to. I don't want to hurt you anymore. You've had enough of me already. "

He wanted to touch you. Just to touch your cheek or hand one last time. He didn't want to let you go, but he knew he couldn't keep around if you didn't want to. Leon snorts, trying to shake off this desire. What kind of kisses can we talk about if you don't love him? All hopes for at least some stability in his life burst like a balloon, and Leon himself held the needle in his hands.

"Thank you for your wonderful attitude!" - You shoot him again, saying these words, and Leon recoils from the one he was so eager to see. - "Even if we didn't succeed, I'm still grateful to you. The last few months have been difficult, but it's my own fault. You didn't promise me anything… I've had time to think. With this Ada, everything is much more complicated and longer for you than with me, and I probably didn't want to admit it to myself. I put on pink glasses and didn't want to see anything but pink shades. You didn't need my heart, and you told me about it at the very beginning, but that's how young she is…" - You laughed nervously, feeling that the effect of the pills seems to be starting to evaporate. - Someone has watched too many movies about love. Forgive me for these tantrums if you can."

Carey screamed loudly and you both turned around at her exclamation when she pulled you by the hand trying to take you away from this man. It even amused you a little, but something still pleased your poor soul more - you were able to admit to yourself that your fault was present in this breakup. Not just Leon.

Leon didn't have time to say a word, but it was in vain for him to be sad. You have forgiven him and yourself. It was the most important event that finally brought a bit of long-awaited relief.

There was only one thing you didn't want to understand, either the brain was using a dirty autosuggestion technique, or it was the pills that dorktor prescribed for you. but the point is this:

Kennedy needed your heart. He needed your love, because everything he had, he had already given to you.

He should have apologized, not you. He wanted to come to the hospital to pick you up, but changed his mind at the last moment, fearing that his presence would complicate the situation. And yet Leon followed you to the exit when Carey shouted at him not to dare approach.

It seems that this is the reason for your separation . The one who hammered into you the idiotic idea that you were his "meat for fucking".

But you are no longer running away from him, however, is it really necessary to break into an already destroyed world again, where he destroyed everything. Leon no longer leaves messages, does not call and does not look for a meeting, and you also began to live quietly feeling only constant fatigue and unwillingness to do anything. And it didn't work out with the guys, there were friends, but it didn't go beyond fun gatherings, even if they tried to flirt.

Looks like your heart still belongs to Leon. For him, it's probably a souvenir, and you have a hole in your chest.

Do you remember that bar where we met for the first time? Now, sitting at the same table, you're looking at the place where Leon was with some damn expensive bottle of whiskey. Without thinking about anything. You straightened your legs and just indulged in sweet memories that no longer caused any harm. It's a little sad, but you're still too young to be disappointed in yourself.

Previously, there was some kind of vigorous cocktail of disappointment, hatred, sadness and contempt inside, but now there is absolutely nothing. It's like you finally got a sobering slap in the face, returning to your former state and admitting that suffering is shit.

Was there any point in talking to Leon? He's probably already broken up with his feeble-minded girlfriend and now he's either found another one or is chasing Ada-their favorite cat-and-mouse game. Of course, he really has some part of your cosmetics left in his apartment, a favorite mug, maybe something else… oh! a notebook. What a stupid thing, because there was nothing important in this notebook except funny drawings and a list of products. Well, maybe something else in small things. Leon probably threw everything away a long time ago.

Although you would like to return the mug.

The mug that he gave you with an idiotic inscription.

You unlocked your phone and saw some excited messages from your father. After quickly answering them, you clicked on Leon's number. Just one click separated you. You could have texted or called, but you spat and just put the phone back in your pocket. It would be necessary to delete his number.

And he still has your damn expensive perfume. It is not like the one used by Ada Wong - her fragrance is dominated by fresh citrus notes combined with something cold. A grenade? You liked calmer floral scents. Lilac and gooseberry have a good aroma.

And you would have torn it off with your own hands. Because the bottle cost a lot of money, and was in a limited collection. For some reason, now you remember him and it became so insulting that you lost such an expensive thing (even if Kennedy bought it for you again). But it's still a damn stupid reason to look for a meeting with him!

In general, you should have been kicked out of his head too. Leon kept your things close on purpose but didn't touch them. One part of him hoped that you would remember them and come to pick them up, and the other party was afraid that then he would have nothing left. The last memories will be gone. He loved flipping through your notebook, finding funny the drawings you made while you were sitting at boring lectures.

He doesn't care, he knows that you liked this perfume, and he also knows that you can't afford such a luxury right now. It's a shitty act to look for a meeting with you again when all the dots are already set.

Even though he wants to see you, can he really let you go later?

However… he wants to write to you. Fingers are already typing a message when an alert with your number and a short phrase appears in front of the screen: Can I pick up some things?

Holy shit! YES!

Leon answered immediately. The usual "yes" despite the fact that everything inside was screaming. A couple of minutes later, another message came asking when you could do it and he wanted to answer in a sarcastic manner, what exactly is for you at any convenient time.

But the line came out the usual "when you want, then take it." Maybe it was a little rude.

Nothing else followed. Leon had no idea when to expect you. Apartment was in terrible condition. In addition, there was your wilted cactus on the computer table. Cactus. Wilted. Maybe because his hostess collected all the belongings and left forgetting him?

Leon didn't know how to take care of him at all. Just poured half-drunk water into a small flower pot, and that's it. The flower that grew on it has long disappeared, and the cactus itself has turned yellow. He turned the pot over in his hand, looking at it from all sides, wondering if it could be fixed somehow in a short time, but decided that if it really upset you, he would buy exactly the same one.

At least to make it up to you a little.

After about an hour of thinking, there was a quiet knock on the door. Leon, casting a cursory glance once again at the unfortunate cactus, let you into the apartment pretty quickly, but you stood there for a few more seconds as if you were afraid to enter the lion's den, which would certainly bite off your head if he crossed the threshold of the apartment.

"Hey," - Your hand waved nervously in the air as a greeting when you were here again, afraid of being captured by your own memories.

Leon only apologized for the mess (although he managed to clean up some things while you were just standing outside the door for about 30 minutes, gaining strength to knock) and offered you tea, knowing how much you love him. A great opportunity to find out what happened to your favorite mug, but you refused first of all by casting a glance at the withered plant.

"I watered him from time to time." He hesitated, scratching his head with his hand. - "Maybe he needed fertilizer, but I didn't know anything about it, especially since it's a cactus!.. Okay sweetheart, just let me buy you a new one or something.

Your laughter slightly diluted the gloomy atmosphere, and Leon clearly felt better.

"It's all right." - A small pot appeared in your hands with the intention of taking it and then throwing it away. - "To be honest, this guy has been sick for a long time. Eventually, he still fell to the death of the brave."

You smiled wearily, making some kind of hero out of a cactus, and your ex-boyfriend also picked up the cheerful mood, lowering his head as he leaned back against the bar, watching his angel take the last thing he had left from this relationship.

Leon compares this to the fact that you gave him the strongest and most beautiful wings when you agreed to be with him. Something truly pure and bright, which allowed him to fight with bioweapons, only for the sake of you and your kind. And now with relentless cruelty you are tearing these wings along with the spine. As the most severe punishment for a mistake.

You silently gather your things, trying not to let your hands shake as Leon watches your actions, fighting the urge to try to stop you again.

Inside, it feels like a guitar string is breaking or sad chords are playing in the soul. One sentence: All gone. You will be left behind, like another experienced chapter of his life, but the fact that the pages of this chapter were full of sincere joy only makes it worse.

Leon's eyes are on the lookout for anything that might help you change your mind. Turn the pages of the book of life a little back and rewrite the plot, correcting this misunderstanding. Although luck is not on his side again.

How to regain lost trust?

It was hardly possible. He could show you those messages from Ada, try to prove that the powder box has been in the trash for a long time, but would you believe him?

He called you by your name as you put the rest of your cosmetics in your bag, thinking that Leon didn't have anything particularly important from your things left. Of course, you turned around meeting with those eyes in which if you look for a long time you can drown, but now only Leon was choking of the two.

"You said then that I didn't promise you anything. it was true, I didn't really make any promises. No vows that I want a family, children and everything else that normal people have, since my work does not imply their presence." - Leon moved to a safe distance so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Unlike you, even when under stress, he was well oriented and adjusted to the situation, because your eyes were already watering. - "I don’t understand at all what you saw in me that you fell in love with so much, but it was not non-reciprocal. Maybe I didn't say much, but I meant it. These gifts, trips, dinners in restaurants..."

"In your words, I became like a gold digger who managed to find a rich fool." - You interrupted him with a loud squelching nose.

"What?... oh no! Fuck... I didn't mean it. I just know I screwed up. I have a whole carload of problems that I didn't want and don't want to involve you in. Ada - is in this carload . You are right, a lot connects me with her and the story is very long, but believe me, this is not at all what I really want. When I was 21, it was damn interesting. I was attracted to her for many years until that outbreak in Lanshiang. I won’t lie, we met not only on missions, but also after them; Ada has repeatedly saved and helped me; I will not lie and say that I have never had sex with her, but! There is a huge difference between the usual attraction to each other and really sincere feelings. And you were never fucking meat to me!" - Leon raised his voice, but not to hurt you. These crystal blue eyes resembling ice, no matter how paradoxical it may sound, could melt the heart of anyone. He was the one who could turn you into a puddle in seconds. - "From the moment you agreed to be with me, I had no relationship with Ada other than working. Even in my thoughts. We have our own style of communication - it's true. Flirting and banter, but when you showed up…I didn't need anything else."

"Nevertheless, you have loved her for more than ten years. It's not an attachment anymore, Leon. It's weird that I have to explain this to you." - There was no longer that stone in your chest that prevented you from speaking. You felt like a kind of abbess who reveals the truth to the boy standing in front of you (who was much older). - "We managed to get into all this dirt like this…"

"Was our relationship dirt for you?" - You looked up at him. You could clearly see the experience, pain and sadness. As if what happened broke him completely. Leon frowned, waiting for your long answer. - "I haven't always been open with you, and yes, you deserve a younger guy. Someone from your college or just a nice man your age. But you really were the best episode in my life, despite the fact that things weren't always smooth between us."

"It's not about me" - The lip gloss that you were restlessly twisting in your hands all this time finally fell out, rolling to Leon's feet, as if it was a sign to finally approach him, but you were afraid of getting burned again.- "Understand me… I want to be loved. For real. I'm not a fool either, although you probably think I am…"

"I never thought that about you. Naive, careless - yes. But you always had enough brains."

"Women like Ada Wong… -" you kept trying to ignore Leon's gaze. - "You can't get them out of your head. A kind of fatal beauty, capable of hitting any man to death. Such women have no rivals, and you do not consider it an insult, but she chose you, which means that you belong to her forever. However, you don't mind, do you? If I were you, I wouldn't be able to resist her either."

"Yes… - Leon smiled very unpleasantly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, throwing you your lip gloss, which you managed to catch and throw into a gym bag. - "Manipulation; constant concealment of information; a rather specific concept of "relationship". We've been lovers for a long time-I won't deny it, besides, it doesn't make sense. But I'm telling you the truth: you've become everything to me. As I could, I showed my love and care. Trust me, sweetheart , when you get into the same shit year after year, not knowing if you'll live to see the next day… well, it's a bit tedious. With Ada BEFORE YOU, I had some stability. The stability of our crazy meetings, yes, I had feelings. Until I realized that all this is fucking nonsense and it's not love at all, but an ordinary attachment to a person I've known for many years. And it was never love."

"More than ten years…" - Leon shook his head when you said those words one by one, slowly, as if savoring each. - "If you wanted to stop everything, you would stop it, but she is really a part of you that you will never let go. She occupies a big place in your heart, and I don't want to sit on the bench at all, so that during your next break you come to me. Don't you think it's unfair to me and my feelings?"

You trembled. The nerves began to give up again and the fingertips began to go numb, covered with a sticky cold sweat. Trying to listen to your own feeling, you only heard the frantic beating of your heart and the blood pounding in your ears. In some ways, it resembled a pre-fainting state. Part of you knew that Leon wouldn't do anything wrong, and the other part was terrified of the conversation going on.

You urgently needed to grab something to distract yourself. But most of the things were already in the bag.

On the other hand, it was hard to tell what Leon was thinking. His eyes focused on one point-you. A mixture of misunderstanding, irritation and bitterness in one bottle. He got the feeling that you were trying to convince him to believe your own lies, because during the time that you were together, Leon never gave a reason to think that there was someone third in his life.

But you felt something that you wanted to tell him against your better judgment for a long time. This is what you started falling asleep with when you first started suspecting him of cheating, despite the fact that it was very stupid.

"I thought my love was enough for you and me. I was ready to forgive you for the first mistake, Leon. I thought I could be irreplaceable for you, but now I realize that I'm not her equal."

"God, can you hear yourself?" - Leon ran his hand through his hair pulling it back, sincerely tired of explaining the same thing to you. As if you really were…blunt.

However, he didn't need to tell you, you yourself understood what he was thinking. And yes, it was stupid to come here again. You're really dumb.

"The conversation reached a dead end." - you continued to collect the rest of the things, once again capitulating to him.

"You're leading him to a dead end!" - Leon jumped up from his seat, shouting loudly at the top of his voice. You recoiled to the side, away from his formidable figure, next to which your own seemed very tiny. Your subconscious was still saying "don't be afraid," but your instincts were afraid of any violence. He could scream, he could hit… Leon never did this, it was the lowest act for him to hit another (unless circumstances require it), and disputes were generally resolved by ordinary conversation. You knew he could raise his voice, but Leon chose to leave before he reached boiling point. - "What else do I have to tell you to make you believe me?"

Your heart sank. But stand still. The commanding tone of the inner voice told you to resist, and apparently the small iron makings of your father's character were passed on to you. As a last resort, you quickly glanced towards the door, holding a bag in your hands, figuring out a plan in case of escape, and Leon noticed your strange behavior. Disappointed once again. In myself or maybe already in you? Do you really think he's such a monster?

"Why the fuck are you shaking so much?" - It wasn't funny anymore. Leon snatched the bag and threw it with all his might into a corner, not caring about the fragile contents. - "One big quarrel and I became the son of a bitch who beat you up or what? I'm not an angel, and with all my adoration, you're not a gift either! But did I hurt you at least once?!

"Yes!" - In a fit of emotion, you screamed, closing the distance with one big step. Leon chuckled. He meant physical pain, not mental pain. - "You hurt me. And it's still hard for me to live with this wound. I screwed up too. You know, I'm not the only loser here! And this is not a quarrel! You're a fucking jerk who still can't figure out his feelings. You didn't promise me shit, and it's my mistake that I came up with a big love for you ! But no one who has a conscience and respect for a partner will keep a compact of an ex-girlfriend and correspond with her in a joking manner. For some reason, my father does not allow himself to do this. No truly loving man will ever allow himself to do this! And instead of at least admitting the obvious, you convince me of something else! Tell me, Leon, if I did this to you, would you want to keep talking? Would you be able to trust me? "

"This shit has been lying there for a fucking cloud of time. I've already forgotten about her!"

Now both of you have switched to raised tones. You weren't scared anymore. The anger inside you was growing, erasing absolutely all the feelings that had been blunted before. Now you wanted to be fucking rude to him again, and that's probably what he liked about you. Leon even suspected that you would flare up like a match and be able to hit him.

"Forgot about the messages too?!"

"Fuck..." - It was unbearable to fight with you. Like a stubborn sheep who believed a stupid fool - his damn friend Carey. Leon pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened a message chat with Ada. There was no government information there, so he turned the screen to your face so that you could see what was written months earlier. But you didn't even look. Until Leon grabbed your wrist and put the smartphone in your hand. - "Look, read it since you're so sure that I still love Ada. It already seems to me that you are crazy about her".

Stubbornness was not always the best trait of your character, so you pressed the button on the side of the screen and just put the phone on the bedside table, making it clear that you would not stoop to such baseness to dig into other people's things. You also had a sense of your own worthiness.

"What happened?" - Leon croaked, taking a step forward. - "You wanted proof-I gave it to you."

"I don't want anything anymore Leon"

Only one thought was spinning in your head like a gear, "In vain. You shouldn't have come! Nobody got better from the fact that you disturbed this wound by reopening it." And yet you lied to yourself first of all. Leon's anger is caused by your disbelief, but even in a fit of the most terrible rage, he never did anything to you. Although you definitely felt uncomfortable from the tense atmosphere that had developed, where almost sparks were flying around the room, you still kept well with your arms crossed on your chest.

You needed Leon. You still wanted to love him and hugging a pillow at night you imagined that you were hugging him. But agreeing to be a fallback is also not in your style. There will still be a drop of pride for this.

So you just went to your bag, trying to pick it up to pick up the last belongings and leave, but Leon grabs your wrist. No pain. A firm grip is like a call to stop and give him a few more tries before he lets you go forever.

And you freeze, yielding to your instincts that purr sweetly from the slightest intimacy with this man. I wonder if Leon feels your pulse beating wildly? He lets go of your hand, biting his lower lip, and God, how you want to reach out to him to remember again what it's like to be his lover…

"So you came here just to break my heart again?" - his palms rested on your face, forcing you to look at him. For a second you suffocated drowning in the fragrance of his body and losing your mind looking into those eyes again. It's like they were pulling the soul out of you. - "Which of us is hurting the other more? First you reject me by running away for two months, then you pack up and say you never want to see me, but now you're coming back again… Of the two of us, who is the greater sadist?"

Your cheek pressed against his palm. A wave of heat spread throughout your body in small electrical discharges, as if you had taken a heavy intoxicating drug that turned you into clay in his hands. Leon pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes so that you could listen to the steady breathing and you were so waiting for the last kiss. At least a light touch of his lips…

Maybe in fact the main villain of this story was not Leon at all, but you yourself?

"I do not know," - somehow you whispered barely audible. Despite your closeness, you weren't sure Leon heard. -" I'm completely confused"

His bangs fell over your eyes, which made you smile a little.

"Do you want to leave?" - A question that made the body shudder with fright. As if you didn't want him to ask it to you, because an inner voice kept saying "no" and common sense began to doubt the correctness of the decisions made earlier. - "I don't want to let you go, but I can't forcibly hold you either. I really love you no matter what you think of yourself there, and it doesn't matter whether you believe me or not."

"I want to believe you but" - the voice trembled like a string. You lowered your gaze, trying to blink away the hateful tears despite the fact that Leon continued to hold your face.

"What?"

"I'm afraid." - you finally confessed, feeling a huge crack in your heart. Leon pressed you to his chest and you were grateful to him at that second because you no longer had the strength to control your emotions. - "I'm just afraid"

"My love? Or what?"

You didn't know what you were afraid of anymore. Leon pressed his cheek to the top of your head, holding the back of your head. Both of you didn't even notice how it started raining outside, creating an atmosphere of silence and loneliness. All that the soul craved was to stay standing like that for longer or even for an eternity. You feel his other hand on your waist, but you don't have the resolve to hug him back.

"It's not even about Ada, right?" - you didn't say anything. - "Do you really distrust me so much that you are ready to believe anyone but me?"

"You smelled of her perfume; you kept her things and never trusted me. I've always been away from you."

"Believe me angel, the shit that I constantly see haunts me almost every night and this is not what I want for you at all. Even if you begged me, I would never tell you about it. And about the rest…I have no idea what you smelled there."

Leon's words sounded like a final chord. No more excuses. Your body reflexively pressed against him, feeling the lost warmth of your native closeness, which caused the corners of Leon's lips to slightly rise up.

And in the end, you succumbed to the temptation of clasping his back with your trembling hands, covering your eyes from the fatigue of what is happening.

His lips touched your hair, and the noisy intake of breath that followed made him plunge into memories. It seemed like everything was covered in a misty haze, and your scent could make him lose his mind, even if it was for brief moments. The anxiety of a quick farewell enveloped the body, but there was something else… something that excites the mind regardless of temperature. A strange and at the same time precious emotion that has returned comfort to you two, affectionate behavior to each other, warmth of soul. This is something from the depths of the heart.

If Ada was a candle all this time, whose light illuminated a narrow space, then you were like the sun, whose warmth and beauty he missed so much. Leon realized that he was looking at a dazzling man with a huge sun inside, which dispelled all the darkness that had hung over him since the days of Raccoon City.

He knew he had no right to do that, and you could have pushed him away, but Leon wanted to feel your light one last time. Tearing you away from his shoulder so that the next moment he could press his lips to yours, memorizing your sweet taste. Like a rare nectar that can only be tasted once. A crushing kiss filled with belated remorse.

"Let this be my parting gift"

You're not annoyed or even angry. Whatever happens, you will always love him more than you should. So much time spent in vain to burn bittersweet feelings out of a stupid heart and stop following stupid emotions. Everything was absolutely in vain.

You pursed your lips when Leon started pulling away from you. As an avalanche hit a lonely wanderer, so you were dying at this second. leon believed that his love was hurting you and he is ready to step back so that you can heal, but the fact is that now you are at a crossroads again, not knowing the right way.

So maybe we should turn back?

You don't have an umbrella, just a thin jacket, and it's still raining mercilessly outside, as if someone is mourning the heavens. Drops trickle down the glass, and you wipe away your own tears, trying to listen to the footsteps behind you, but they are not there. A gigantic heaviness rolled over.

"It's stupid," you sobbed when you heard his voice, the one that cut you from the inside like a knife blade, forcing you to clench your teeth. - "I will never look for a meeting with you again, but still…stay with me."

"I..I can not…don't know" - Leon hugged you from behind again. Your voice was lost in hoarse sobs and if it weren't for his strong hands, your knees would hit the floor. It was as if the scenario of that day was repeating itself. - "I don't want to leave. I love you so much..."

You covered your mouth with your hand, unable to hold back your sobs any longer. It's just that emotions poured out in a flurry, turning you into a crying mess. However, the grip on your thin shoulders tightened when Leon turned you around to face him, holding you in a vice.

And your hand felt so good on his neck… Leon smiled as if he didn't want to know anything else in the world, starting to cover your tearful face with smudged kisses lingering on your lips and when you started answering all the barriers finally collapsed.

"So you'll stay." - no question. - "No more tears. No jealousy. You're here with me."

"Lee..on…" - with difficulty pronouncing his name, he burst into your mouth with a new kiss that stopped your breath. His tongue easily slid into your mouth intertwining with yours and you knew where to put yourself, allowing his hands to wander over your body.

"Either you leave now and never come back, or we send everything to hell and forget all the shit that happened to us. Choose now."

You were hanging around his neck, and to be honest, this really was your last chance to escape. It was only necessary to make a movement to the side, to pull away from him, but you stood still. One minute. Two… maybe the last two minutes of your sane thoughts.

You stayed, continuing to look into those sky-blue eyes, pressing your forehead against his, without interrupting eye contact. The person standing in front of you was irreplaceable, and now you would rather part with your life than agree to part with him.

Leon stroked your cheek with a funny peck on the lips, causing a sincere smile.

"Never dare to doubt me. Don't ever leave again. You and I will go somewhere far, far away from here. Let's drop everything and go to some house on the shore of the lake, where we will enjoy the tranquility and each other." - another kiss on the swollen nose. You just nodded, clinging to his T-shirt.

You've always been more of a vanilla girl, but Leon decided that rudeness would be superfluous. Not now and not tonight. He pulled off your clothes along with your underwear, throwing you on the soft bed that you already shared with him once and all you could think about was how he proved his love for you, holding you motionless in his arms, licking wet tracks from his cheeks. You didn't have the strength to fight him trying to take the initiative, the only thing you were thinking about was deep slow thrusts knocking moans out of your mouth. Leon was hugging you to him with great greed and a bit of fear, as if you could run away from him now. That's why he whispered soothing words and praise in your ear all the while tucking your hair back.

"I love you. You have no right to think otherwise. You're just my pretty girl, look at me, beautiful" - Leon threw you on the pillow, forcing you to open your eyes. Panting, you obeyed, wrapping your legs around his torso, pressing even closer to him, while Leon found your hand, twining your fingers together. - "I need you. You're my favorite girl, I love you so much. More than anything in the world, I value you, don't you dare leave me anymore, angel."

His smooth movements were maddening. Leaning over to you, he caught your lips pulling into a gentle kiss, but you immediately interrupted him leaning against his cheek like a petting cat, losing his head and blushing from vulgar pops and squelching sounds due to the abundance of lubricant.

"Don't leave me," - you freed your hands trying to straddle him, but Leon crossed your sad attempt pressing only harder to the mattress. - "I'm not leaving anymore, I swear. I'm so sorry… I've never wanted anyone more than you. Only you…my love…"

He was so gentle with you. There could be bruises from your closeness in some places, but you felt as good as ever in all the past months of separation. A loud moan escaped his lips when he plunged into you too deeply. His seed soiled your belly when he cum snuggling up to you.

You don't remember exactly when your sanity returned to you, but you definitely felt it when Leon, after the second round and long hugs with compliments, took you to the shower where he carefully washed off the traces of your intimacy with him, gently kissing and sucking every bruise left from his fingers, promising that he would take care of it in the morning.

You ran your fingers over his wet bangs, brushing it away from his eyes, which Leon used when he picked you up under the hips after taking a hot shower to take you back to his bed and let you rest.

Actually, the bed linen should have been changed too, but you two didn't care at all. Leon pulled you closer to him, laying you on his chest, hugging you with both hands, stopping any attempts to escape, but you were no longer planning to run anywhere. He fell asleep pretty quickly, and you lay motionless next to him for another hour, tormented by a feeling of hunger and thinking how you could get to the refrigerator without disturbing a light sleep. His shirt was left lying on the floor and with an awkward movement, as if deceiving a sleeping man with the desire to turn over, you carefully free yourself from the ring of embraces by getting out of bed. You take a cursory glance at Leon, making sure that he is still asleep and throw it on hastily without even buttoning his shirt, leaving the bedroom with light steps with the obvious intention of robbing his refrigerator.

Slowly and on tiptoe… wanting to have a snack at least with a sandwich, you realize when you open the door that a mouse has hanged itself in the refrigerator. Nothing particularly edible, and what Leon ate all this time, also remains a mystery.

Although it seems the cheese seemed quite usable. It's not too satisfying after a particularly sinful night, but you can last until morning. You already want to close the door when suddenly you realize with a sixth sense that someone is standing behind you, forcing you to freeze in place with a slice of cheese in your teeth.

But Leon just stroked your thighs laughing at the silent scene.

"I'm hungry" - That's the whole excuse. - "I'm sorry, but I won't fall asleep if I don't eat something…"

"I told you not to leave me anywhere." - It sounded harsh, but with obvious notes of playfulness, especially since Leon was clearly staring at your breasts. - "You could have asked me instead of running away again. God, stop eating that cheese. I don't want you to get poisoned!"

"Then feed me something or I'll starve to death. I definitely won't be able to return from the other world."

Leon took the fucking cheese out of your hands after enjoying this sweet conversation between two lovers and one hungry heart and threw you over his shoulder carrying you back to the bedroom, putting you back in his bed.

"And now you're lying or sitting in bed like the obedient girl you are while I bring us something to eat. If you are not in this place, blame yourself. You've already rubbed my nerves and yours enough, angel." - You nodded, still feeling the residual stress from the hysteria you experienced, but you were still smiling sweetly, hanging one leg over the edge of the bed, teasing Leon a little, who was getting dressed all this time. He noticed your stupid game and took a leather jacket from the closet on the way out of the bedroom tickled your heel, forcing you to hide it back under the blanket.

"You're staying here. So that when I come back, and it will be very soon, I will find you in this very place." - Notes of sadness and fatigue were still hovering in his eyes, so you didn't argue, but just agreed.

"I'll be here. It's raining outside anyway and I don't have an umbrella with me."

Leon flicked you on the nose, clearly not appreciating the joke. He didn't even ask what you wanted, even though he already knew about your taste preferences. Therefore, as soon as the door slammed shut, you quickly reached for your mobile phone, answering missed calls from your parents, explaining to them that you just dozed off and didn't hear the mobile. In general, you have found something to do by digging into your phone, checking messages and flipping through the news feed in the social network, thinking only about Leon and the food that he should bring soon.

It all still seemed unreal. You looked at the corner where your abandoned bag was left lying around, as if confirming reality. It's unlikely to be possible to pretend that nothing happened and Leon really looked too tired, but right now you didn't want to think about anything else except his return. Perhaps you have already suffered enough and you really should go on vacation together somewhere away from the hustle and bustle of the world? Leon will probably want to talk about this topic again with a fresher head when he calms down a little.

In the end, finding you sleeping in his bed was a really beautiful reality that he was afraid he had already lost. In his shirt, with pretty bare thighs, sleeping lightly on his pillow. Leon put the bag of food on the table, taking off his jacket just to hug you, proving to himself once again that this is really not a dream.

You really stayed with him and he won't let you leave anymore.

[requiem4adrm]

Luis or Leon (or both we love them) with an insecure reader?

Absolutely, I think I'm gonna go with Leon for this ask because I feel that he understands what it's like to be insecure and would help the reader understand that they are beautiful inside and out.

warnings: minors dni!, oral sex, praise, angst, self-image insecurities, foreplay, lots of cuddles after.

Skin Deep;; Leon Kennedy x insecure f! reader (nsfw!)

nsfw! under the cut

It was her again. You knew it was. Ever since he came home from the mission he had been distant, quiet, and almost lifeless. Ada Wong had somehow latched herself onto him and refused to let go. You knew they had history; a deep and long story full of mistrust and mistakes. Every time you heard her name you just wanted to crawl into bed and never come out. You weren't ugly by any means, but who could compare to a beautiful battle-hardened mercenary. You never understood why Leon chose you over her. Leon had told you countless times that he didn't have feelings for her, but every time he came back home after encountering Ada again, he would sink back into his shell. You'd never felt so insecure in your life before learning about her.

It was around 10' at night now, you had been in bed for the last hour crying over the whole situation and had just now finally calmed down, only letting out a few sniffles every few minutes. You heard the lock on the front door click, signaling that Leon had finally come back home from the bar. You slid deeper into your bed and pulled the covers up over you, too embarrassed to let him see you like this.

"Baby, I'm home. Where are you?" His voice echoed through the hall.

You stayed quiet, stilling your figure as you heard his footsteps get louder. Your breath going faster with each footfall.

"Honey, are you under there?" He asked, looking at the lump in the middle of his bed.

You took a breath and replied, "Yeah."

"What are you doing under there baby?" He chuckled.

" m' hiding," You tucked your legs up to your chest and held them close.

"What are you hiding from?"

"You," You could almost feel his eyebrow raise from under the covers.

"N' why are you doin' that?" His voice raspy as he spoke.

"Because I don't want you to see me like this." Your lip wobbled as you answered his question.

"Honey, just come out from under there, or I'm coming in."

"No, Leon, stay out!" You tucked the blankets tighter against you as a defense against him.

"Alright, that's it, I'm coming in." It was quiet for a second or two before the cover near your feet was lifted and Leon slid his way up to you. You shrieked and laughed as he grabbed you and started tickling you.

"Lee... Lee-Leon stop it!" You laughed.

He chuckled and placed a kiss on your lips, cupping your face and making you look him in the eyes. He began to frown as he noticed your puffy eyelids and the red marks on your face. He gently caressed your face with his thumbs.

"Baby, why have you been crying?" He asked softly.

Your eyes watered and your lip wobbled, tears starting to run down your face.

"I... I just. Leon, I don't understand why you're with me." His eyes widened in shock and his lips thinned.

"Babe, what do you mean?"

You sighed and continued, "It's just, I don't know why you chose me. I'm not gorgeous, or smart, I'm plain. I just don't understand why you wanted to be with me when you have someone like Ada pinning for you. You guys have history, and I know if you've seen her or not because you always come home so empty, like it hurts you to leave her. I don't understand why you chose to love me?"

Leon stayed quiet as you spoke. His eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"Do you really think that?" He said.

You shook your head yes and he sighed. With one arm he there the covers off the both of you and sat up.

"C'mon baby, let me show you somethin' " He pulled you along with him, stopping just in front of the mirror sitting in the corner of your room.

"I want you to look at yourself." You listened to his instructions and met your own eyes within the mirror.

"D'you know what I see baby." He held you in his arms, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"What?" You watched as he grasped your chin in his fingers.

"I see a beautiful face with kind, loving, eyes. I see a nose that scrunches up every time you laugh. I see soft lips that I love to kiss, and cheeks that blush the prettiest color when I flirt with you."

As if on cue, your cheeks began heating up, and Leon chuckled as he watched the color rise on your face. He began to lower the straps of your tank top, kissing his way across your shoulders.

"I see shoulders that you always let me rest on, never failing to hold me when I've had a rough day." He began to pull the bottom of your tank top above your head.

You gasped as the cold air hit your breasts, nipples tightening in reaction. His hands made their way between the valley of your breasts, eventually holding each one and brushing a thumb over the nipple. You moaned out quietly, a shiver running through your body at his touch.

You could feel his breath against your ear as he spoke again, "I see some amazing breasts that fit perfectly in my hands, that I can lay my head down on and sleep against."

His hands wandered down your torso to your stomach and hips, kneading the skin softly.

"I see a soft, warm stomach and beautiful hips that I can grab with my hands. I love your stretch marks and your little belly button..." You giggled when he said that.

His hand went lower to your navel and caressed it.

"I love this part especially, because someday, I'm gonna put a baby here, and watch you get even more beautiful as you grow and carry our child." You whimpered and pushed back against him, going a little light-headed at the image of Leon being a father.

"Nuh-uh sweetheart, I'm not finished. I love your legs that look so sexy in heels, and the great ass that they carry," He grabbed a hold of your backside and gave it a squeeze.

"I love your feet, even though they stink a bit..." You scoffed and said his name in mock anger.

"I'm only kidding, baby." He chuckled.

His hands slid down the front of your sleep shorts and cupped you gently, his fingers grazing your slit through your panties. You moaned and bucked slightly at the feeling.

"I really love what you've got between these legs too, baby. But what I love most of all, is the big beautiful heart that you have beating in your chest. I love listening to it as you sleep, reminding myself that you are the reason I fight for every day, and get the chance to come home to you." Your eyes watered again, and you sniffled a bit.

"I love every part of you, and I'm so sorry that I've made you feel this way about yourself. Please, let me make it up to you baby." You spun around and met his eyes. The amount of love that shone in them almost had you on your knees right then. With a soft 'yes' from your lips, Leon grasped your face and kissed you, taking your breath away.

He bit down on your lip softly, to which you then opened your mouth for him. He snuck his tongue inside and gently caressed yours, the both of you moaning in delight. His hands grasped your ass once again as he picked you up; your legs automatically going around his waist.

He walked backward towards your shared bed and sat down, allowing you to straddle him. Your hips ground down into him making him buck up into you with a moan.

"Hold on baby, I'm supposed to be atoning, remember?" You shook your head yes and let his hands guide you until you were flat on your back, chest heaving up and down in excitement. His hands fluttered across your sides before they made their way to your breasts, kneading and caressing the skin. His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking and drawing the blood to the surface, leaving behind purple spots.

"Lee-Leon, aah.." You whimpered out as he placed his mouth over your nipple. He lightly bit down on it, causing you to arch your back further into him.

He left your breasts, kissing his way down to your navel, where he began slowly removing your shorts and underwear. His eyes darkened at the first sight of your sopping cunt.

"You look so good, princess, I gotta get a taste." His voice low and filled with lust.

He grasped both of your legs and placed them on his shoulders and then grabbed your hips to pull your core closer to him.

He started slowly, placing a few kisses and hickies on the inside of your thighs. You squirmed in anticipation, eager for him to fulfill his promise. He licked you in one solid stroke, almost groaning in agony at how good you tasted.

"Fuck baby, you're soaked. Taste so good in my mouth, I could stay right here forever." You whined in arousal as he began licking you again, lightly flicking your clit.

"F-fuck Leon pl- Oh god!" Your eyes shut for a moment as he placed his lips around your clit and began to suck. He began tracing your hole with his finger, putting it in ever so slightly to feel you clench around him.

"Leon, please don't tease me, please- oh yes!" Your eyes rolled back as he pushed two fingers into you, pumping them in and out while his tongue began flicking your clit. He started to moan when you clenched around his fingers, the vibrations making you arch your back.

He took his other hand and laid it flat against your stomach, holding you down on the bed. Your hips started to match the rhythm of his fingers pumping inside you, the squelching of your arousal fueling both you and him.

"The way you're squeezing me feels amazing sweetheart, don't ever wanna leave this pussy." You whined and bucked against him, so close to your peak.

His fingers started curling inside you, finding the exact spot that made you shake in pleasure.

"Leon...Leon f-fuck ugh...I-I'm cumming, Leon please!" The feeling of his fingers pressing against your walls and the vibrations to your clit finally made you reach your peak. Your legs shook and your back bowed as you kept repeating his name like it was the only thing you knew.

Leon helped you ride out your orgasm, licking up the juices that were flowing out of you like it was his last meal. Your body shivered and twitched, still processing the aftershocks of your most amazing orgasm.

Leon finally removed his head from between your legs and crawled up beside you on the bed, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you close.

"I love you, baby, don't ever doubt that." He whispered in your ear as he kissed you softly.

The rest of the day was spent with you two in bed, Leon either cuddling with you or reinforcing the idea of his love (with mind-blowing sex ofc). You realized that Leon loved you despite all your flaws and that you wouldn't waste one moment doubting his love for you again.

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Might've gotten carried away with this one. Anyways, hope I met your expectations and please request more :3

[bingodotorg]

Waffle House Parking Lot

Ship: Alive!Ruby/Leon

Description: It’s a hot summer night. Leon comes to pick-up his girlfriend after her shift, hoping that it’s his last time doing so. Instead, he’s forced to break up a fight in the parking lot and it just keeps going downhill from there. 

Tags: RE2!Leon to RE4!Leon development. Canon/OC. Cop/Criminal. Doomed relationship. Planning a break-up. Manic Pixie Nightmare. Angst. Hurt with no Comfort. Savior Complex meets Self-Destructive Behavior (guess who wins). Possible OOC Leon because I never wrote this man before.

TW: Drug Addiction Mentioned. Suicidal thoughts but not in a traditional sense. Manhandling. Leon driving. 

My friend once told me that I “don’t know Leon” so I’m writing him purely out of spite. My first time posting "proper" writing on tumblr so sorry in advance.

WC: 1300

Leon expected to just pick her up, like normal, but instead was met with a different image.

He didn’t even walk into the building yet, as he heard angry screams and an obvious sound of a tussle right in the parking lot. It’s closing time, so the place is completely empty with only a couple cars present, probably the ones that belong to workers.

It was really easy to notice two silhouettes beating the absolute shit out of each other. He decided to interfere just to see the exact person he was trying to pick up, turning someone else’s face into red mush. 

- Ruby…

Once Leon noticed that the guy underneath her didn't respond anymore, he rushed in, grabbing Ruby and pulling her away. Ruby fights back for a couple of minutes, until she loses so much energy that her legs couldn’t hold her anymore. He gently sat her on the ground and went to check on the man who was still unconscious. 

God, it was hard to look at his face. Both of his eyes are drowning in dark blue skin, covered in stretch marks as if she was trying to pull his face right off, there’s a bite mark on his cheek and not a pretty one. 

Leon comes closer and checks his pulse, hoping that the guy doesn’t wake up suddenly.

He’s alive…thank god. 

After making sure that he was alright, or, at least, as alright as he can be, Leon came back to Ruby. He grabs her face, trying to look into the whites of her eyes but she pushes him away with nearly a grawl. From what he was able to see in a split second, it seems like she’s sober.

- Ruby, what the fuck?!

The second she got enough strength, she was up again, already beelining for the man on the ground, to finish the job. Leon grabbed her arm right away, stopping her so suddenly she nearly fell over.

- Where do you think you’re going?

She tried to get out of his grasp, turning her own arm red from the force, but he pulled her in closer, holding on harder, to let her know that he’s NOT letting go.

- Stop!

Ruby stays in place for once but she’s not too happy about it. Leon didn’t want to hold her like this, but he felt like there were no more options. Her actions, the thoughts inside her head, felt as if they were outside of human morals. Words just go over her head…as if she’s doing it on purpose to annoy him or just avoid responsibilities. 

He can’t judge, he really can’t. He will never understand what she went through. He had seen his own share of monstrosities but they will never be the same, because he’s not her.

He shouldn’t judge but god does he want to.

- Car. Now.

He slightly pushed her in the right direction as he let go. Leon’s eyes fall onto the man’s body again, as he takes out his phone to call for an ambulance.  ***

Ruby herself wasn’t completely unscathed. He did put up quite a fight before passing out, leaving her with a black-eye, messed up nose and blood dripping from her forehead. The drive to the hospital was…awkward. Ruby didn’t even try to break the silence, explain what happened and Leon had no idea how to start. The plan was to pick her up and tell her how he feels once they’re at the spot but now they’re not even driving to her house.

- Do you want…to talk about it?

He finally asks. She stays silent, rubs her nose, staining her fingers red.

- What did he do?

- I made an order wrong…he yelled at me.

She sniffles but no tears come out. 

- Said I don’t deserve you, that you’re probably out there, fucking someone else.

- I’m not.

- I know. You probably would’ve been happier, if you did.

Her eyes were completely empty as she said that, as if it was something she thought about so often she grew to accept that fact. Leon’s eyes darted to look at her.

- Maybe.

He answered in nearly a whisper. 

Leon seemingly only looked at her for a second but as she suddenly glanced at the road and screamed,  he realized that the car had moved to the opposite lane of the highway. He reacts fast, swerves to the side and the car stops at the border. 

As Leon catches his breath, he turns on the emergency lights with a shaky hand and pushes his back into the seat with a sigh. He closes his eyes, for a moment, as he hears Ruby begin to laugh. The thought of them dying makes her so ecstatic, she nearly chokes…but he doesn’t laugh with her. ***

Ruby holds his arm like she’s trying to pick a slice of steak. When she’s high she can do this for hours, outline muscles under his skin, call each by name. It was like a lullaby…like counting sheep. The fact that she can see under his skin always gave him a strange feeling of paranoia. She knows where each muscle is, how they’re deformed, it was a strange type of intimacy between them. He never realized how personal the things underneath your skin can be. It’s not something he felt like he had to “open up” about but now that someone has such a deep understanding of what is going on inside his body, it made him feel vulnerable.

As she started to outline pieces of muscle, Leon pulled her hand away and started holding it in his own, gently drawing circles on her palm with his finger. She didn’t fight it, just sighed and placed her head on his shoulder. When she fell asleep like this, it felt like taming a wild animal.

Once this is over, he will miss moments like these, despite everything.

- Miss Bates?

Leon raised his arm for her, as the nurse called out the name.  ***

Once she was looked at and deemed to be fine, It didn’t take a while for her to fall asleep in the passenger seat. Ruby looked awful, she needed a shower. He couldn’t bring her back to her own “house”...she didn’t even have running water in that dump. 

It was funny. Even though they stopped living together, it still felt the same. She would spend most of her nights at his place just because leaving her in that apartment felt…wrong. Technically, Ruby’s homeless, but she doesn’t consider it as such. An abandoned apartment that doesn’t even have functioning doors, is considered a home, in her eyes. 

Blond, strawy hair, ruined by the dye job. She never went to a hairdresser, it’s not like she has money for one. No, she colors her own hair, which is pretty obvious. The uneven patches of pink and light blue show her attempts at making it look like cotton candy, but it’s more like someone dumped watercolor paint on her.

He undressed her but somehow, didn’t feel a thing. He couldn’t even register it as a body of someone who’s alive. Everytime Leon sees her it’s like she’s getting closer to death…he probably won’t even notice when she crosses that line.He checks her pulse again, just to make sure. Her blood still responds to the pressure of his fingers, surprisingly. 

He waited for the right temperature to start pouring, checking it with his fingers. Leon wasn’t planning on washing her thoroughly, just letting the water flow clean whatever it can.

Complete silence, only the sound of water and his sobs, echoed through the bathroom. Seemingly, that was enough to wake her up, as he hears the water in the tub shifting. Cold, wet hands touch his face.

- You’re so pretty…

She whispers, watching the pain in his eyes.

[hiso03]

Headcanon (It's more like a scenario I created because I like the song).

On one occasion Hal had to travel to Mexico on a mission, while he was at one of the country's traditional fairs, he decided to enter the auditorium full of people under the pretext of "gathering information".

He manages to sneak in among so many people and somehow or other ends up with a pretty decent view of the stage, at first he continues trying to locate one of the people he was directed to while cursing Kyle for not agreeing to go with him.

He keeps moving through the crowd when he hears a particular song that catches his attention completely, forcing him to stop and stand there until the song ends and decides to continue with his mission, everything turns out successfully that night despite getting a few bumps and scrapes.

He returns to the Watchtower gives a quick report and leaves Diana and Clark to argue with Bruce about the next move they were planning to make.

A couple of days pass and to his surprise, he can't get the tune out of his head.

At first he tries to play it down and moves on, but Hal is weak in the face of doubt and one day while alone in the surveillance room decides to put an end to his torture. He takes out his cell phone and writes down what little he could understand and remember of the song in the hope of finding it.

To his bad luck Kyle passes by and hears a noise that awakens his curiosity. That's when he peeks into the room thinking maybe Jaime, Jessica or someone else was there, but to his surprise the one he ends up finding is Hal.

They both freeze when they see each other, but Kyle can't help but laugh when he hears the song in the background, making fun of Hal while he doesn't understand what his friend is laughing about until Kyle starts explaining the lyrics to him.

When Kyle starts talking to him as the song talks about someone who is in love and that the love he feels has made him "shine", the person in love constantly talks about how much his loved one glows and how beautiful his smile is; using a hundred cheesy phrases to describe the lyrics that inevitably lead Hal to think of Barry, his best friend.

So when he arrives on earth the first thing he does is go to Barry's house to look up the translation of the song on Barry's laptop and he can't help but blush as he reads each word and sees the image of Barry smiling at him over and over again in his head.

From that moment on he lasts several nights listening to the song on loop and being unable to look Barry in the eyes to the concern of his best friend. (This leads to a stupid misunderstanding where Barry thinks Hal is mad at him for something he did and the poor guy spends the next few weeks recapping every interaction to figure out what he did wrong).

When Hal finds Kyle again, Hal doesn't hesitate for a second to blame him for being unable to look Barry in the eye.

Kyle just laughs at him.

Lyrics: "You shine and shine so pretty. And we shine together between eyelashes.

Divine, divine smile"

The song is longer and prettier, if anyone wants to look it up, it's called: "Brillas" by Leon Larregui.

(I made the video last year after a friend of mine attended a concert of this singer. And I had never listened carefully to the lyrics until that day she posted it and I don't know why, but I immediately thought of Hal and Barry.)

[fateinthestars]

COMPLETED: The Star Crossed Myth Mansion in Sims 3

Okay I think I'm finally done with this (it's far from perfect (I hate doing roofs manually) but I hope you can all still have some fun with it, and thanks one final time to @star-crossed-mid 's blueprint post for putting this idea in my head). I tried to avoid using the store-bought content I have as much as possible, but there may be a few chairs you'll have to replace. I have all the expansion packs except showtime iirc.

If something looks different from the screenshots under the cut and you want to know what specific item should be there, please ask - I can go check which ep it is in on whether it is one of the few store bought items.

Hopefully this all makes sense. ^^;;

DOWNLOAD LINK

Tour and comparisons between the Sims 3 House and the Mansion in game under the cut. (So loads of images in this post)

And if you're asking will I also make the Gods to go with the house? The answer is I hope so! ^^;;

The Outside of The Mansion

Apogies for the hash I've made of the roof - doesn't help that the roof has to be all one colour so Hue's area has this weird grey dome. Hopefully it's mostly okay? (I tried to fix the left part of the roof so that it was one triangle at the front like the others but it looks like the only way I could have done that was to shift Hue's room back some more and... yeah sorry ^^;; )

Ground (First) Floor

Living Room/Parlour

Stairway/Halls

Leon's Room

The Reflecting Pool Room

(I've just noticed the wallpaper isn't on all of this, just use the copy tool ^^;; )

The Baths

First (Second) Floor

Stairway/Halls

Scorpio's Room

Ichthys' Room

Ikky's room probably has the most creative liberties because... how do you do that in the Sims? Hopefully the fish and wall lights still give off the same vibe! (Also remembered to do the floor this time)

Krioff's Room

Partheno's Room

Tauxolouve's Room

Second (Third) Floor

Stairway/Halls

Dui's Room

Zyglavis' Room

Kitchen

I've only seen the kitchen mentioned in some of the special stories and no picture so far. If it comes up I'll change it but I seem to recall Teo saying 'is that that weird room with all the gadgets?' so I'm taking it it is at least an advanced Kitchen.

Toilet

No idea whether there is actually one of not - presumably so if there is a kitchen none of them use. But yeah just basics here so you can play a game of the sims properly if you wish.

Third (Fourth) Floor

Stairs/Halls

The spiral staircase leading up to the observatory or whatever you want to call where Hue's room is was more a space thing, but I also kinda like that idea for some reason.

Aigonorus' Room

I said it before but please ignore water you can see on this overhead view, it's from Hue's room upstairs. It's not visible on the flat. Also yes I found some cushions in the decor section since last posting this, that's better!

Teorus' Room

I thought I'd paid attention to the visible lighting in rooms but apparently I didn't see the candleabra's on the wall here ^^;;

Karno's Room

Dining Room

The dining room is meant to have a fireplace but without extending the house back further I couldn't get it to fit without it getting in the way of the chairs. Hopefully it still looks close enough.

Balcony

I couldn't see any way to do the canopy and getting room for the balcony was awkward. I hope this is a good enough ^^;;

Fourth (Fifth) Floor/Observatory/Huedhaut's Room

[earlgreyinpajamas]

merthur fic recs: stop the marriage!

you gotta love some drama sometimes

1. all eyes on me by TheCourtSorcerer (@thecourtsorcerer)   

The room was clearly divided, the right Vivian’s family and the left Arthur’s. Merlin was seated on the left, and surprisingly no one was in his row. Arthur’s closet friends were all in the second row of the left side—Leon, Gwen, Percival, Elyan, even Gwaine and Lancelot… A sharp stab of hurt hit him in the chest as he saw two of his own best friends had been invited, yet he—Arthur’s best friend—hadn’t been. He could only think it was Uther’s doing.

Uther sat in the front row, with Morgana to his right looking less than pleased, and Agravaine sitting down to his left.

Merlin let his eyes drift to the right side, and sighed softly. Vivian’s family was dressed in all bright or pastel colours—it looked quite like Easter threw up on them. A great contrast to Arthur’s side, who looked instead like they were attending a funeral.

 Or

It's Arthur's wedding day, except, there's only one problem.

He's marrying the wrong person.

~~~

y’all ever just,,, love reading fics where uther is told to go fuck himself

2. have you heard the news [it's in the post] by TheCourtSorcerer (@thecourtsorcerer​)      

No matter how many times he read it, though, the image and headline stayed the same.

Arthur Pendragon, Son of Uther Pendragon of Pendragon Industries, set to marry Millionaire Cenred King within the month!  

Or

Arthur & Merlin have been in a committed relationship for just over a year, when one day, Merlin checks the paper to see his worst fear come true.

Arthur is marrying another man.

~~~

the angst!!!!

3. My Peace, Forever Held by sirencalls (@dykemunson)

Merlin never thought getting Arthur drunk on his stag night would be anything but hilariously embarrassing for Arthur. What he never expects is a drunken confession that makes him rethink the last ten years of his and Arthur's friendship, the amount of alcohol a person should be allowed to drink, and the wedding that's taking place in less than twenty-four hours.

~~~

reading this lowkey gave me sherlock s3 flashbacks (but with unrepressed gay) but thankfully this ends a lot better and a lot cuter <3

[nostalgiachan]

Once more, it's 100 OC time, and here we have the second half of the main party members, in both full-size and PS2-output style. As always, new images up top, old below, and detailed character info (and essentially the story of the game) below the cut.

#69 (lol, lmao): Ilya Node Idea: The (World's Angriest) Mechanic Story: Silmerein

#70: Dorom Kolos Idea: The Surprisingly Cultured Drunken Ogre Story: Silmerein

#71: Nalien Urymere aka Nenali Maelstrom Idea: The Acrobatic Witch Story: Silmerein

#72: Dynn Mortar Idea: The Scientist Story: Silmerein

Continuing where we left off in the story summary from the last post...

So next, you head to the badlands, just the rockiest, craggiest piece of shit land you ever did see. And as the party's heading through this bullshit, they see a rail-thin, scraggly-looking girl dragging herself across the road.

They bring her to the wagon, fix her up, and ask where she lives, but she is determined to get to Silmerein. Eventually, after the party tells her "Nah, we're taking you home, you're fucked to shit," she gives up and tells the party where she lives: a super-secret city lost to history deep in the badlands.

So back when the end times were happening, the few survivors had huddled together in this city. And once Silmerein had saved the day, most people left and never looked back. But some folks were far too paranoid to leave. And they were determined to make sure that anybody who left never found their way back. So over the centuries, people forgot it was there, and anybody who still lived there wasn't allowed to leave.

So this girl, Ilya Node, telling the party where it is is A Problem.

When they reach the city, they're lucky enough to be met by Ilya's mentor, a fairly dorfy engineer. And he welcomes them inside and whatnot, but once they're in, he tells them they're not leaving again. Meanwhile, Ilya is fucking pissed. She's healed up enough that now she's practically frothing at the mouth to get out of the city again, because she is on a fucking mission.

See, she and her younger brother, Leon, were orphans, getting along as you do. But one night, her brother was snatched right out of his bed, and Ilya happened to see it. She couldn't do anything about it because the plague had caused her legs to stop working, but she swore he had been taken by a Silmereinian. Nobody believed her, though, because how could a Silmereinian still have knowledge of the city? Pff, nah, can't be me.

So she had managed to hobble her way out of the city and walked far enough across the badlands that her leg braces and crutches totally shattered and she was forced to crawl. She was powered by THE FUCKING FURY. Well, as you're learning her backstory from her mentor, she revs up a mining mech and BAILS. She takes off for the mines, which are just a horrible labyrinth of caves, and figures she'll pick a point and start digging her way to freedom this time.

And unfortunately, this is about the point where the plot gets just slightly more vague because I hadn't quite worked out all the details. But the important thing is that somehow, Lima had to get into close enough proximity to directly touch Ilya off-screen. Because as we'll find out later, the only reason the big boss-fight-inducing freakouts happen is because Lima's causing them. So Ilya becomes a giant rabbit monster.

They have a fight, Triangle wins, Triangle man.

So Ilya's like "I guarantee you I'm burning Silmerein to the fucking ground when I get there, let's go." She's your big heavy hitter character, pilots a mining drill to fight.

Anyway, after badlands, our next stop is further into the mountain to meet the Mountain Ogres, specifically this guy, Dorom Kolos.

The Mountain Ogres are in a pretty constant war with the Sea Ogres as the Sea Ogres ran the Mountain Ogres out of their ancestral homeland. I don't remember what the exact arc of Dorom's story was going to be, but tl;dr his infection is in his spine, which is now wholesale jutting out of his back, leaving him in a constant state of pain that he medicates with alcohol. He's your drunken berserker whose super mode is a demon bear.

bearserker

This is about the point where you'd be properly introduced to the Paladins of Silmerein, the goon squad who are your initial direct antagonists as they're trying to keep you from reaching the city and/or kill you. Mostly kill you.

[I briefly cover the first one you'd probably run into, Gamel Jugrenon, but I'll leave that solo sentence to when I actually redraw her]

One way or another, you fight Dorom's demon bear mode and ward off the Paladins, and you head on to the next bit.

Next is a spooky little forest in a mountain valley where you run into a circus featuring one Nalien Urymere aka Nenali Maelstrom.

Nalien comes from a village in said woods which is horribly superstitious and believes magic use and consorting with monsters to be a capital offense. So when she grows bat ears thanks to the plague, her parents are terrified for her safety but don't think they'd be able to leave without raising suspicion. Fortunately for them, the circus had come nearby, and they asked if they would be able to take in Nalien for a short while. The ringmaster agreed, took Nalien in, and started training her in magic and acrobatics.

[Fun fact: the bat ears also reduced her eyesight, which is why she wears glasses.]

As with Dorom, I didn't quite get into when the Paladins would show up and how Lima would get Nenali alone to cause her freakout, but big bat battle under the big top happens. I presume the spooky villagers would probably show up to ruin everything.

The last place before hitting Silmerein is a laboratory high in the mountains that the party stumbles on. There, they meet this fellow, Dynn Mortar, a magitek scientist.

It's here that they'd find out a lot more about the Paladins, chiefly that they're all missing body parts for which Dynn had fashioned prosthetics. [I make a brief swerve to cover all of the Paladins. We'll get to them next time.]

So back to Dynn, as you can surmise, he's the final host needed, and his infection's in his heart. So he turns into a monster squid. Because squids have three hearts. Look, I tried to relate the monster forms to the parts, and spine and heart gave me problems. Just like in real life amirite. [For some reason, I didn't mention how Dynn's infection properly manifested, but: basically, it caused severe heart arrhythmia and wholesale heart failure. He had to build and install his own pacemaker to keep functional.]

But yeah, at this point, the We Have Horrible Demon Infection Crew is assembled, and the only thing left is to get into Silmerein, get to the monument, and get this party started. So by this point, there's been a budding romance forming between Talin and Lima, and you either get a confession before the big event or it edges real goddamn hard, I don't remember which I was going to go with. But you get to the city, you get to the monument, and that's when everything goes to absolute balls.

The romance was completely calculated on Lima's part.

Because, as mentioned, the whole point of this trip was for Lima to go about, collect the now gestating parts of the avatar of Rodimir, and return them all to the source so the avatar can rise again.

So Lima Does the Thing, but after all this time Being a Person, she doesn't want to just go back to being an unconscious part of the avatar. So she pulls a Pope Zera and subsumes his will. So now the avatar is well and truly dead and it's Lima's time to be in charge. Talin is fucking crushed, everybody's just lost a lot of power now that they're not hosting body parts anymore, Clarine [the leader of the Paladins] is freaking out because "Wait, didn't I do everything Imosene told me to? Why didn't this work?" And here's where we get into what her plan was.

See, while the avatar was busy seeding the plague, Imosene was functionally doing the same thing. But she had to expend a lot more juice to do it and wasn't able to craft a wholesale person like Lima to do the collecting. The best she could do was grab the first person who could hear her, and that happened to be Clarine. And all she was really able to tell her was to "gather the parts" and show her who she needed to find.

And Clarine interpreted that literally. She found everybody on her list, but thought she needed to remove the parts from them, not really knowing about the whole gestational period thing. So now we've got a whole lot of underpowered Jesus parts that can't be used for much.

Things are looking pretty fuckin' bad.

At least until this guy shows up.

And he'll be covered in the next batch, along with the first three Paladins of Imosene. So stay tuned, same Silmerein time, same Silmerein channel!

[ashrillvenheim]

Awakening Past

Chapter 18

pairing: Ashley Graham x Leon S Kennedy.

Content: (+18) romance, angst, gore, erotic/suggestive themes at some point, slow burn, violence, action, self-harm, death talk,

If you're a MINOR DON'T keep reading, thank you.

Archive of our own / WORK LIST / Awakening Past Masterlist

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The clacking of the screen was the only thing echoing in the room. With the only person currently there she scratched her nose with a sigh. She had yet to get used to the smell of the freshly bleached premises. She twirled the pen between her fingers, noting the results the DSO offices had provided her with.

For now she would have to make do with the photographs she took of the specimen until they brought the fossil in tomorrow. She pulled out the rest of the images she took of the caves, the catacombs with the inscriptions and the old fused body of Salazar.

For now the pictures of Salazar and what was related to the Illuminati would be kept secret from Narsson.

She hated having to do that but she wanted to protect you. She didn't want to drag her into her problems and have her end up on the wrong end of the stick because of her.

She held the red pen and began to make little notes and then transfer them to her notebook. She took a deep breath and caught the scent of visitors coming from the direction of the lab.

*

Leon stretched his arms out with a grunt as he yawned. Ashley had forced him to stay home and rest after his bad night. At first he refused, but then he remembered that he was no longer her bodyguard and didn't need to accompany her everywhere.

He sighed heavily scratching the back of his neck and remembering the warmth of Ashley's soft skin and in how they held each other.

This sleeping together thing was getting to be a bad habit.

He may have been her partner now, but...it was still inappropriate.

He sighed heavily as he walked down the hallway with Pepper and Mint on either side of him, each in their nice " Service Animal" harness.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching down the hallway adjacent to his, as he crossed the corner he encountered Maria and Narsson.

“ Good morning.” he greeted them with his perfect smile. 

Maria returned the gesture.

“ How is everything?”

“ We're back in one piece.” joked the agent.

Enma looked at Leon with a smile and her eyes dropped to the badge hanging around his neck. She arched her eyebrows when she saw next to his picture the title "investigation agent" and not security agent like the one Maria was wearing.

Was he no longer Ashley's bodyguard?

“ Didn't Ashley come with you?” Narsson asked subtly, the demon of curiosity taking control of his words.

“ She came before me, I don't have to be under constant supervision anymore.”

“ And I do?”  Enma scoffed.

“ You don't know how to fight.” said Maria.

“ Why don't you teach me?” asked Narsson looking at his escort. Vazquez sighed.

“ Because you are a danger to yourself and I refuse to let you break your neck trying to do something you shouldn't do.”

Narsson looked at her indignantly.

“ I know how to defend myself.”

“ Correction, Ashley knows how to defend you and it was thanks to her that you weren't kidnapped.”

Enma mumbled Norwegian words that none of the agents understood as they walked to the last door in the hallway.

The door opened and Ashley lifted her head from the photographs. She slid the mobile chair back just a second before the dogs jumped on top of her and knocked her to the floor.

The three newcomers laughed as Ashley tried to get up but to no avail. Pepper and Mint decided to let her go as they showered her with drool.

Ashley grunted wiping her face with her sleeve.

“ Thank you for taking care of them again.”

Maria waved her hand dismissively.

“ It's been a perfect excuse for Enma to go out and exercise.”

“ Hey, I'm fine.” Narsson said, turning on her heel.

“ Genetics won't help you keep your figure for the rest of your life.” Maria replied with a mischievous smile.

“ Oh for God's sake, Leon, switch with Maria, be my escort please.”

Leon tensed for a second, but let out an amused laugh before Ashley answered for him.

“ Believe me it's better Maria, you don't know how many times I've wanted to strangle him.”

Leon pointed accusingly at her.

“ Hey, you're no saint either.”

Ashley threw up her hands and turned around, back to her table. Narsson and Maria laughed, but the former watched the attitude between Ashley and Leon closely, as if she was looking for the origin of the fact that Leon was no longer her guard, but... she saw them as usual.

“ Where do we start?” the teacher finally said, putting on one of the white coats from the hanger and approaching Ashley.

She spread out on the center table the photographs of the specimen she found along with other images of the specimen Narsson discovered.

“ At the moment I was looking for characteristics of the fossil I found with the one you discovered.”

Enma nodded and got down to work with her former student.

*

It was as if time suddenly passed more slowly. They both spent the first few hours of the morning poring over each photo and making copies to hang on the board they had provided next to the table. The main reason Leon had come, outside of keeping an eye on Ashley, was to keep Maria company.

They watched as Narsson and Graham worked quietly among encyclopedias and reports. They could see how much the blonde looked like the Norwegian, but at the same time they understood why Maria, Graham and Sasha were picking on the teacher so much.

She looked possessed.

The subtle smile that always adorned her lips had vanished and now a deep seriousness, with the faint shadow of a frown, drew her expression.

They didn't know how long it was before Ashley suddenly raised her head and turned toward the door.

“ Leon?” she said in confusion, causing the agent to turn toward her.

“ Is something wrong?”

“ Did you call Chris?”

Leon arched his eyebrows uncomprehendingly for a moment and soon after began to hear the echo of footsteps approaching. He looked at Ashley just as confused and swiveled in his chair.

“ No, I didn't.”

Maria watched them both blankly, only to turn toward the door when someone knocked and two figures entered the room.

“ Hey, how's it going?” that male voice echoed in the lab.

“ Chris?” Graham blinked.

“ Jill?” Leon was surprised.

Redfiel and Valentine smiled and walked in to extend their hands to Narson and Maria, who didn't know them.

“ Surprise .” Jill said with a laugh. “ We've been sent to take part in the search for the fossil, so we'll be with you.”

Leon watched them, knowing that was the general explanation for Narsson, but he knew that after Chris's team was in Spain two years ago, the BSAA preferred to have agents in on the new plaga research.

“ Nice to meet you, I'm Enma Narsson.”

“ Chris Redfield and this is my partner, Jill Valentine.”

The three greeted each other and decided to take a little break to catch up.

“ Sorry we're late, Chris had entered the wrong address in the GPS.” Jill apologized, looking at her partner, who grunted with his ears reddening in embarrassment.

“ Are you going to start giving me a bad name so soon?” growled the dark-haired man.

“ Welcome to the club.” taunted Leon.

They laughed and then asked about the progress as they looked at the board full of photos.

“ Any news?”

Narsson sighed.

“ Nothing so far. That bug is a parasite that has attached itself to the fossil's shell, where the cephalopod's nervous system passes through. We're looking for any specimen from that era to which it might correspond, but so far nothing.” she pointed to the stack of encyclopedias she and Ashley were sharing. “ We still have articles to go through.”

“ Shall we break for coffee?” proposed Ashley, getting up from her seat.

“ I thought you'd never say, I'm falling asleep.” Maria said holding out her arms with a grunt.

Ashley laughed and headed for the exit with her former bodyguard. Chris and Jill preferred to stay to catch up on the board they had done so far, so Nasrson turned to Leon.

“ Shall we?” she said, starting to walk toward the exit.

Leon followed her into the hallway, seeing Ashley and Maria in the background.

“ Well, well, can I invite you?” the woman's voice made him turn to her with a sigh.

“ Enma, I told you-”

“ Coffee, can I buy you coffee?”

The man watched her for a few seconds and then felt and looked straight ahead again.

“ Okay.”

They went upstairs.

“ Well, now that Ashley has graduated and we're all officially teammates...is dinner still out of the question?”

“ Has anyone ever told you that you're incredibly stubborn?”

Narsson smiled.

“ A few, it's how I've earned my place in this industry.”

Leon let out another long sigh.

“ No, Narsson, I'm not going to accept a date with you.”

Enma walked beside him for a few seconds, watching the man's profile with a watchful eye.

“ Have you two slept together?”

Leon stopped in his tracks and grabbed her arm to turn her toward him, away from the ears of Maria and Ashley at the end of the corridor.

“ Can't you ask more discreetly?” he muttered under his breath.

But Narsson had grabbed the bone.

“ Yes or no?”

“ NO.”

- Umm... are you two dating?

Leon pinched the bridge of his nose.

“ Neither, may I know why you're asking me this?”

“ I need to test the waters and find out which foot you're limping on.”

Kennedy glanced quickly in the direction of Ashley and Maria, who were still chatting in front of the coffee machine.

“ I'm not limping on any foot and you don't have anything to test. End of conversation.”

Ashley glanced over Maria's shoulder, sensing Leon grabbing Narsson by the arm. What could they be talking about? it was odd that the lion seemed so... irritated.

A small prickle lodged in her chest - had something happened between them?

She stopped looking at them as they turned back to them and walked to the machine.

Maria turned to Narsson.

“ Go easy on the caffeine.”

“ Hey, I only had a coffee for breakfast.”

“ You had a latte made with two rounds of coffee.”

Enma rolled her eyes and pressed the brew button.

“ Happy? I'll take my theine then.”

Maria laughed as Ashley gave Leon a fleeting glance, averting it just before he spotted her.

“ I'm going back downstairs.”  Graham announced, breaking away from the group. Leon watched her walk away for a few seconds and then turned his attention back to the other two women.

Why did he have the feeling that this week was going to be a long one?

*

They decided to take another approach and pulled out a world map. Between Ashley and Enma they decided to mark all the areas where similar types of ammonite were found. They marked out the area where Ashley found the fossil and spent the rest of the hours racking their brains trying to figure out how the hell that fossil got there.

Ashley knew that the "Queen Plaga" from which she had taken the sample had probably stored the fossil for a long time, but then why was there no trace of the parasite in the area of Norway where the ammonite was supposed to be from? did it come from somewhere else? but if so, from where? and how?

There were too many questions that occupied all his mental capacity and if that wasn't enough, he began to feel the fly behind his ear every time he saw Anderson engage in conversation with Leon. He also did it with Gray and Jill, but... for some reason it bothered him more when he interacted with his former escort.

It was stupid, he knew it was and that he shouldn't dwell on it, that it wasn't appropriate for him to feel... jealousy? was he feeling jealous?

"Don't be dumb Ashley, focus, he's your friend." she said to herself turning her attention back to the investigation.

Chris and Jill tried not to talk too much about the parasites because of Enma. But they all knew. Ashley knew. She was aware that sooner or later the existence of the plague parasite was going to be discovered by Enma. Either by herself or because Ashley would tell her.

Even if she didn't like the idea at all, she had to do it at some point.

In between musings and breaks for more coffee, Narsson sensed that this was something much bigger than he thought. Ashley had told her it was personal, but to what extent?

The two filled the world map with thumbtacks, then removed or changed half of it. They debated and weighed ideas as they had always done since they had known each other.

And yet it felt different.

This bug was something important, something deep and as she had rightly said it was related to her scar, and so Leon had to be in on it too.

They put more notes on the board with the prehistoric line they had established. And yet they still didn't understand how it had made it from Norway to Spain without leaving a trace across the rest of Europe. There were no birds suffering from the parasite of that era and that ammonite was native to the Norwegian area.

So... by land? but there was no trace in a fossil of later mammals. Yes, that was the theory Ashley held, but because they were only there and the only thing connecting the existence of the plaga elsewhere was that ammonite.

The rest had been buried in the mine caves.

And she didn't intend to go back there.

While Ashley and Narsson worked on the fossil, Leon, Chris and Jill examined the photographs of the catacombs. They noted the inscriptions so that they could translate them later to hopefully get some relevant clues.

For now those photographs were alien to Narsson, but if they got any new information, then they would have to find a way to explain it to him.

Even Chris and Jill wanted to avoid involving civilians in the whole thing.

With Sasha it was easy, he was working in the Campus Library, so Patrick didn't have to worry much, but asking Narsson for help made everything a hundred times more complicated.

Hours passed and the sun began to set behind the mountains in the distance. The lab was underground so none of the people present seemed to notice.

“ I'm going to move these canisters so we'll have room tomorrow when they bring us samples.” Ashley said approaching one of the shelves.

Enma nodded and picked up the other side of the table.

“ I'll get you a dictionary.” Jill mumbled as she watched Chris write with such spelling mistakes.

“ Hey, I'm not a Professor.” growled Redfiel as he finished writing the last translation of the photos.

“ But at least learn where the aitches go, please.

Jill dropped her head back in despair. That side of Chris hadn't changed a bit. In office matters, he was still a disaster.

“ I can give you a dictionary for your birthday.” Leon teased.

“ Kennedy, I'm going to-”

A rumble echoed through the room as a boat crashed to the floor.

Everyone turned with their hands on their guns and their hearts in their throats.

Only to find Ashley covered in gray dust.

“ Shit.” Said the blonde before the party started.

She sneezed once, twice, three, four, and five times the instant she inhaled the dust for prints.

Narsson rushed to grab a broom for the windows as Ashley shook between sneezes and shakes. Maria and Leon started laughing.

“ Is-atchoo! not-atchoo! fu-atchoo! funny!” growled Graham, sneezing incessantly.

Ashley was a mess. The dust mixed with liquid from another canister and stained all her clothes and skin. They managed to keep the dogs from rolling around on the floor and picked up the mess.

Narsson rinsed Ashley's head under the faucet on the cleaning table, but she needed a shower.

“ Be thankful it was only the dust from the footprints, at least you didn't get a jug on you.” Enma said to her, wiping the excess water out of Ashley's hair with her hands. The blonde grunted pulling her head out of the sink.

“ She would have broken the pitcher before her head.” Maria joked with a laugh.

Leon's eyes rolled back in remembrance of a punch.

“ I second that, she nearly broke my nose.”

Maria looked at him in disbelief one moment and the next she laughed too.

“ You guys are such-atchoo! shitty escorts," Ashley growled in irritation, trying to recover from the sneezing fit. She scratched her nose, hating that she couldn't smell anything while

Leon and Maria looked at each other and smiled.

They decided they would leave it there for today and continue tomorrow with more clarity. Leon took care of the dogs while Ashley got rid of the soaked and soiled robe. Her clothes were in the same state and she cursed in three languages as she picked up the bag.

“ A shower and a beer.” she said heavily as she walked out of the lab with the rest.

“ And a foot massage?” joked Leon with a laugh.

“ I'm not saying no.”

The group laughed as they ascended the stairs to the second floor, when suddenly Leon or I heard hurried footsteps.

“ Ashie!”

Everyone turned toward the voice and Graham's eyes almost popped out.

“ Casey?”

Her friend went to rush over to hug her, but stopped short.

“ Did you take a bath in cement or what?”

Ashley sighed.

“ A little accident.”

“ I won't hug you like that.”

The blonde looked at her friend wearily and smiled.

“ What are you doing here?”

Sergio and John approached.

“ A little celebration for your first job.” smiled Sergio.

“ And for your birthday, which we didn't get to celebrate this year.” added Casey.

Ashley blinked.

“ It's July, Casey.”

“ Better late than never, we booked a table at the bar we went to last time. Hey, guys!” she knelt down to pat Mint and Pepper, who had come over to say hello.

“ If you haven't noticed, I'm a mess, I can't go like this.” Ashley said, pointing to her outfit.

But then Casey smiled. And it was that smile that only Casey ever smiled.

And Ashley was alarmed.

“ Don't worry, I brought you an outfit.”

Ashley's eye twitched a millisecond.

“ What?”

Sergio and John sighed, aware that nothing could stop Casey when it came to fashion.

“ We're meeting at Emily's, who lives next door to the bar, so you can shower at her place and get dressed there.”

Ashley was still on the previous sentence.

“ What do you mean you brought me clothes?” she looked at John and Sergio. “ She planned this with Ems, didn't she? Because only she knew I was coming to work today.”

John and Sergio nodded defeatedly and Casey smiled victoriously.

“ I don't see your car, so you walked here and I refuse to let you go home to change into a tracksuit, so I brought you the outfit so you can change at Emily's and we can go downstairs for dinner and party.”

This time it was a muscle in Ashley's neck that gave a tug.

“ Should we be worried?” Chris whispered discreetly to Leon. The agent gave a lopsided smile and crossed his arms.

“ Nope. Just relax and enjoy.”

And the game started.

“ What's wrong with my tracksuits?” Ashley began.

“ They're fine for being at home.”

“ And for going out too.”

“ No, not for going out,”

“ What do you mean, no?”

“ No. Not if you're going out with me. I have etiquette requirements.”

“ I refuse to wear the stilettos.”

“ I brought a better option.”

“ Did you at least bring me some pants?”

“ No. I even brought you new underwear.”

“ You're insane.”

“ I know, because I'm your friend.”

“ Oh, that was a low blow, Casey.”

“ And I've got more up my sleeve Ashley.”

“ I propose a negotiation.”

“ Denied.”

" Whew, this is heated." Leon whispered to Chris, highly amused by the scene.

Ashley crossed her arms and said her final sentence.

“ If the heels aren't comfortable or I can't walk normally I'm going barefoot and you're not going to stop me.”

“ Deal.” she held out her hand.

Ashley was surprised at her friend's assurance and cursed again in three languages as she took his hand.

“ I'll hold this one for you.”

Casey smiled.

“ I was counting on that. Let's go to Ems' house and get you showered.”

Ashley was so tired from the whole day that she barely put up any resistance. She just grunted and walked to Emily's house with Casey, John and Sergio.

Leon, Chris and Jill took their vehicles to follow them later to Connors' apartment.

*

“ Did you fall in fresh cement?”

Ashley rolled her eyes when Emily told her the same thing Casey did.

“ I wish, then I wouldn't have to wear Casey's outfit.” grunted the blonde walking into Emily's apartment. Leon followed her with the dogs.

“ Where are Mint and Pepper's things? “ Ashley said looking for the bags.

“ They're in the trunk, I came in your car in the morning.”

Ashley sighed in relief.

“ Thank goodness I have you to remember.”

Leon smiled and removed the animals' harnesses so they could run around the apartment.

“ Are you sure you don't mind them staying at your house Emily?” Leon asked Ashley's friend who shook her head.

“ Don't worry, they've been out all day and are very formal. You'll pick them up when we get back from dinner.”

Leon nodded, hanging the straps on the coat rack in the entryway.

“ Where's your shower?” Ashley asked with the bag Casey had given her in her hand.

“ In the back on the right. We'll go downstairs with the rest while you shower, you have the keys in the kitchen.”

Graham nodded and went into the bathroom to wash off the mess. Leon smiled and prepared to walk out the door.

“ Wait a minute, Leon, Casey found some cute shirts and grabbed one for you.” Connors said, holding out a bag.

The people looked surprised.

“ Did she buy me clothes? She didn't really have to do that.” he said humbly, taking the bag.

“ Why don't you try it on, I'm sure Casey would be thrilled to see you wearing it.”

Leon hesitated for a second, reaching into the wrapper, but when his fingers touched the fabric he changed his mind. He looked around and Emily pointed down the hallway.

“ You can change in my room, there's a full-length mirror behind the door.”

He hesitated for a second, but then headed for the back room. Emily heard the sound of the shower and a soft humming of the tune Ashley always sang, her mother's tune. Then she heard a bag open and footsteps before she saw Leon's figure emerge from his room.

Emily was going to have a very serious conversation with Ashley.

The man walked into the living room smoothing out his wrinkles and pulling the buttons on his black denim button up shirt tight.

Casey had hit the mark.

“ I think it's my size, but I'm not sure.”

“ Nonsense.” Emily said, walking over to him and pulling the collar tight. “ It fits you like a glove. And this button, undo it too.” she said undoing one more button to expose some of Leon's collarbone.

“ Isn't that too much?” he became alarmed, not being used to wearing his chest so bare.

“ Not at all, you have the body to wear it like that, I'm sure even to your friend, what was he like... Chris? Yeah, I'm sure Chris would look great in one of these too.”

Leon laughed under his breath hopelessly.

“ I can tell you and Casey have been in this together from the beginning.”

Emily patted him on the chest after tucking in the hem of his shirt.

“ If it weren't for us Ashley would be wearing pajamas to class.”

“ Oh come on, it's no that bad.”

Emily warned him.

“ That stuff about not caring what people say is fine, but when it gets to the point where you don't care about anything , even the clothes you wear to class, no, I won't let it go.”

“ Then I'd better not contradict you.”

“ That's it, you're a quick learner. Come on, they must be waiting for us downstairs. Ashie, when you're done, close the door!”

A female voice affirmed and Leon and Emily left the apartment after saying goodbye to the dogs.

Ashley turned off the faucet and after drying her hair and body opened the bag Casey had brought her.

“ You're kidding me…”

*

“ I knew it would look great on you.”

Leon smiled at Casey's words, thanking her for the gift.

“ Casey has been telling us that you threatened her with a gun.” Chris said, crossing his arms with a smirk.

Leon scoffed and crossed his arms as well.

“ And did he tell you that they snuck into Ashley's house? Because I thought they were burglars.”

Chris turned to the copper blonde and she looked up at the sky.

“ Minor details.”

“ I almost had a heart attack.” Sergio said remembering the fear and stress Leon put them through. Jill let out a soft laugh.

“ That's good, if he didn't intimidate what a bodyguard he'd make.”

Leon gave the woman a friendly tap on the shoulder and then looked at the time.

“ When do we have the reservation for?”

Emily confirmed it in her notes.

“ Nine o'clock. Ashley shouldn't take long to get downstairs.”

Leon sensed footsteps on the stairs and a voice mumbling under her breath.

“ Casey, I'm going to kill you.” Graham's voice was heard inside the doorway and her friend smiled.

“ Oh come on, you sure look cute, come let us see you.”

“ Give me some regular clothes.”

“ Not your size?”

Ashley's voice fell silent in the hallway.

“ Yes, but-”

“ Then shut up and come out.”

Leon caught a few more curses before he saw a figure emerge from the shadows of the building's doorway.

The shock that coursed through his body might have been enough to light a light bulb.

Ashley looked down at the ground not knowing what to do. Her cheeks were the same color as the lipstick she wore.

Casey admired her handiwork. A light black satin dress gently cinched Ashley's waist and then fell looser over her hips to mid-thigh. The soft straps exposed her strong shoulders and scar and matched the Roman wedge heels tied around her ankles.

“ So, are the heels comfortable?” Casey said with a victorious smile.

Ashley grunted looking away and sensing Leon watching her. Her amber eyes were transfixed when she saw Leon's denim shirt and how it gaped open revealing his strong neck and collarbone.

When she realized she had been watching him so much, she looked away. The embarrassment was so strong she didn't know what to do.

Fuck, how good that shirt looked on him ajar. The fabric subtly strained his broad chest and made her have to restrain her most primal urges to undo the rest of the buttons and....

But what was she thinking? No, no and no. That was terribly indecent. He was her friend and now research partner... but also one of the most attractive men she'd ever met and he only had to throw his head back to make her want to bite that Greek sculpture neck....

“ Ashie!”

“ Huh?” she turned suddenly, stepping out of that forbidden garden her brain had dragged her into.

“ Are the heels comfortable?” the woman repeated for the umpteenth time.

“ Um... yes, yes, I can... walk without problems, yes.” she managed to make a halfway coherent sentence even though her mind was producing images it shouldn't. What the hell was wrong with her?

“ I've had good taste then.” Emily finally said with a playful smile.

“ Was it you? Why am I not surprised?” sighed Ashley rolling her eyes and looking away.

But Emily had seen it all.

Her caramel eyes rotated to the man beside her, who was still static. And even if she could get an idea, she wondered what had gone through Leon's head at the sight of Graham.

The answer was NOTHING.

The instant Leon saw Ashley's outfit his brain went blank. He simply looked at her. He watched the embarrassment in her gesture, in how the satin dress caressed her figure and revealed her long, athletic legs with those wedge heels with some platform...that made her the same height as him.

There had only been a second. One instant when she had tensed every muscle and it had been when Ashley had stared at her collarbone and chest. He'd had to clench his fists to appease a growing urge to grab her thighs.

God, the way that dress was riding up her thighs had to be criminal. He was lining to want to swipe a finger and lift the fabric up to.....

“ Leon.”

As if she'd been given a slap in the face, he turned toward the voice and saw Emily's amused eyes.

“ Mmm?” was all he could say as he was still unable to formulate a sentence.

“ What do you think?”

He blinked uncomprehendingly.

“ What do I think of what?”

“ Ashley's dress, do you approve it?”

Leon arched his eyebrows in confusion.

“ Me? Approve it? Why should I be the one to approve it?”

“ It's kind of a daring dress and as her former escort, aren't you worried about strangers approaching her?”

“ She can wear whatever she wants and if she gets close to anyone she can knock their teeth out. If she doesn't, all she has to do is ask us and we'll take care of it.” he answered without thinking.

Leon didn't realize it at the time, but Emily was testing him. She wanted to know if he would react negatively to Ashley wearing something more provocative than usual. She had chosen to ask him now that he was surprised by Graham's image and she had to admit that the answer had been to her liking. As her former bodyguard he could have stepped in and suggested she dress in something more modest, or failing that become possessive or aggressive towards others.

But she had only felt a protective air. If she was picked on, he would defend her.

“ I see.”

“ Connors said with a subtle smile, still watching him.”

She could perceive how those blue eyes tried to turn away, but every now and then her curiosity betrayed him and he couldn't help looking at Ashley's legs.

But she wasn't invisible to Emily's astute eyes either and he caught her glancing glancing at Leon from time to time and especially at the man's neck.

Emily smiled inwardly. They were going to have a good time today.

*

She was chagrined to admit that it was comfortable to walk in those heels. They weren't very high so they didn't keep her from her normal stride. But the dress...she wished Casey had been nice enough to put some short athletic tights underneath, just so she wouldn't worry about it riding up too high...in the rear.

They finally made it to the bar and when they went to their reserved area they had to pull another table together to get everyone in.

The music echoed as it had the previous time, enveloping them softly. They ordered dinner with laughter and their drinks were brought to them. The chatter was pleasant. They told each other stories and laughed and Ashley was glad that Jill and Chris fit in so well with her friends. She liked that group more and more.

But...it was getting hard.

She had Leon in front of her and her amber eyes were being terribly treacherous that night. Every time he laughed he couldn't help but watch out of the corner of his eye as the muscles in his neck tightened, as they defined themselves until they joined his broad collarbone and sternum....

At times she thought she had a strange fixation on men's necks and collarbones, but she never gave it a thought.

Now she had discovered that they were definitely her weak spot.

And God when Leon took his first sip of the drink.

The way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down made her throat go dry and she unconsciously swallowed as well. She had been so entranced that Leon had almost caught her staring at him.

So she decided to start drinking to take her focus off that divine chest.

“ Were you a real pilot?” John asked in amazement. It seemed that Chris had managed to get the attention of Ashley's stoic friend, someone who didn't show his enthusiasm so effusively, let alone with strangers.

“ Yes, when I started working, but after a few years I quit, I wasn't convinced by the atmosphere. “Chris said, taking a sip of his beer.”

“ He always says he left, but I'm convinced he got fired. “ Jill mocked, looking at her partner in front of her. Leon and Valentine had sat next to Maria, Narsson and John, and on the other side Ashley next to Chris, Emily, Casey and Sergio in front.

Ashley finished her first mojito while listening to the conversation.

“ Hey Jill, what did I ever do to you to make you tell them that?”  Redfield said indignantly.

“ Snore. That's what you did, you didn't let me sleep a wink.”

Chris rolled her eyes and Emily interjected.

“ I know a home remedy that might help, but I don't know entirely.”

Jill looked at Connors carefully.

“ Anything to shut this mastodon up, I'm all ears.”

Discreetly, Ashley asked the bartender for another mojito while Chris grunted in embarrassment.

“ I'm going to ask to switch partners.”

“ Good luck finding someone to put up with you like I do.”

The rest laughed at the pitched battle that broke out between Chris and Jill, who only calmed down a bit when their dinner was brought to them.

Ashley looked back to the front and licked her lips unconsciously as she saw the drops of water from Leon's glass slide down his neck.

She picked up her mojito and drank half of it in one gulp.

"Ashley Graham, you're going to behave like a decent person, okay?" she said to herself turning her attention back to the rest of the group, trying to focus on something other than the man in front of her.

And so the minutes passed and the dinner went by.

“ Well, I could give you a little training for the gym if you're interested.” Jill said to Sergio.

“ I'm not very good at sports.” said the brunette, a little embarrassed.

“ Don't worry, it's not hard.” said Chris, finally finishing his beer.

“ You don't count, you're like one of those Renaissance sculptures. “ Casey said with a laugh.

And this time Ashley spoke up.

“ We'll have to be careful at the museum, you and Leon attract a lot of attention.” saw the blonde giving Redfield a gentle slap on the bicep. “ I'm going to put up a sign for you to get in line and I'm going to charge you.” she sipped her mojito again.

Leon subtly arched his eyebrow, noticing the slight change in Ashley's voice, as if... she was slurring her words a bit when she spoke. 

He looked down at her glass. How many drinks had she already had?

He didn't know, but the answer was four. That was Ashley's fourth mojito and her flushed cheeks drew her face as she drank again.

“ Don't overdo it Graham.” Chris told her with a soft smile, nudging her. A gesture that made her lean back against him with a loose smile.

“ But have you seen yourself? You are the fantasy of many. If you were on my faculty I'd worry about you being kidnapped.” she paused thoughtfully. “ You're the perfect model for art majors, so I'd keep an eye out if you dropped by campus.”

Chris felt Ashley lean against him and began to notice the change in her tone.

“ Hey, how many drinks have you had?” he teased.

Ashley looked at the drink and was silent longer than one should take to answer that question.

“ Two.”

“ The first ones.” Sergio said mockingly.

Ashley stuck her tongue out at him and drank again to lean back against Chris.

“ I feel like it today.” she mused, leaning her head against Redfield's shoulder.

A gesture that made Leon stare at her.

His blue eyes were riveted on one of Ashley's shoulder straps that was threatening to slide down her shoulder and... show a lot more of her cleavage.

For a few seconds he stood static, his gaze locked on her like a Doberman, but when he saw her laugh and her shoulders shake, the strap eventually fell off.

All his muscles acted on impulse and he reached up to grab the strap. Ashley looked at him in surprise and felt her skin tingle as Leon's fingers caressed her shoulder to quietly reposition the garment.

“ Maybe you should be the one with an eye on the museum, I have not seen women as beautiful as you.” Maria said with a smile to Graham.

Ashley let out a giggle and leaned almost fully on Chris's shoulder to answer her former escort.

“ Well, let's see if it's true, I seem to scare them away.” She finished her drink and almost leaned back against the backrest towards the aisle. “ Bring me another mojito please!” she asked the waiter.

“ You shouldn't dri-”

Maria stopped Leon's sentence and the agent turned to her with a serious look on his face.

“She's drinking too much,” he said, but Vazquez just smiled.

“ Let her be, this time listen to me, I know this side of her better myself.” he said, glancing at Ashley, who had been brought her fifth drink.

Leon hesitated for a moment, but agreed with Maria.

But that didn't make it any more enjoyable for him to watch her lean back against Chris' arm more and more, giggling like a schoolgirl and whispering with an amused smile on those full lips.

He knew it was silly, that he shouldn't think about that, but through his mind wandered that little demon that sometimes appeared. The same little monster that came out at Ashley's celebration dinner with him and at her graduation party when that man tried to touch her.

He was a pretty annoying demon when he made an appearance.

And all through dinner it was the one who made her look sideways at her every so often or stare at his lips more than usual when he spoke.

He knew Chris was a good man. Fuck, he was her friend.

But there was something that scratched at him. That little devil was clawing at the back of his skull, causing a burning in his chest as he wasn't the one she was leaning against.

By the time more people started coming out to the karaoke, Ashley was pretty drunk and Leon was thankful he hadn't had more than a beer to drink and then drive.

Ashley had started to get more mellow and her tone had softened and subtly aggravated, tinging it with a more... sensual air.

Leon pinned his eyes on Maria, asking her with his gaze if she knew what she was doing, to which Vazquez only nodded with an amused smile.

“ And then it turned out that the person that employee had been talking to all day was his incognito boss among the workers.” Casey said, holding back the laughter that followed.

The table burst out laughing, but Leon didn't know what about, he hadn't been following the conversation.

“ That happens to me and I shoot myself, I don't wait to be called in.” Jill laughed imagining the scene.

Chris agreed with her this time and noticed the empty mojito glass resting next to her hand.

“ Well, Miss Graham, you've had enough alcohol for today.” Redfield said picking up the glass and pushing it away from the woman's grasp.

“ Oh dear, are you going to forbid me to drink anymore captain?” Ashley's voice was a whisper that made Chris's eyes widen in surprise and then look at Leon fleetingly.

“ I think we can all agree that you're pretty drunk.” the brunette told her and she smiled softly.

“ I just have a looser tongue, that's all.” he purred.

Maria sensed that tone and spoke.

“ How loose? to confess some secret?”

Leon tensed for a second, fearful that she was telling something intimate.

Leon tensed for a second, fearful that he was telling something intimate between them.

But what he heard was ...different.

“ Enough to drag someone into a warm bath with candles and champagne.”

Kennedy wasn't understanding those words, but unlike Jill, Chris and him, the rest were smiling.

They did know about that facet.

The beep of the mic echoed and they all turned to the small stage.

“ Anybody up for a chance to go next? It's a long night guys!”

Maria cocked her head to Ashley and smiled mischievously.

“ I would like a wine and blues session in the dark of a fancy hotel, what do you say?”

Were they talking in riddles? Because Leon was already getting very lost in the conversation. He looked at Ashley in the hope that it would clear up some of his confusion, but what he found was even more puzzling.

Those amber eyes had darkened and sparkled along with a seductive lopsided smile. This was not the Ashley he knew.

“ Marching, Miss Vazquez.” She purred in a deep tone and rose from the table raising her arm. “ Here!” she exclaimed towards the presenter who was looking for a volunteer and smiled at the sight of her.

Leon looked at her in surprise, since the previous time he almost had to convince her to sing.

Ashley got out of her seat and as she took her first steps she stumbled. She looked down at her feet and with a sigh, bowed. She untied her laces and removed her heels to walk to the stage barefoot. Something that made Leon tingle for some reason.

She moved her hips with a different sensuality, with more undulating gestures. Leon realized he was staring too fixedly at that waist and cleared his throat ordering a non-alcoholic beer.

He needed to entertain himself with something else, but... his eyes betrayed him.

He heard a soft chuckle from Ashley as he walked on stage and took the mic in her hands, Sergio and John got up to go plug in their cell phones for a cover they had been working on. They used a song titled "Almost touch me" by Maisy Kay.

Ashley was smiling with her friends with her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and couldn't help but think how gorgeous she looked and how good that burgundy lipstick looked on her.

Then the lights dimmed and a soft piano melody with a bluesy feel began to play.

The spotlight focused on Ashley's figure, who was subtly wiggling her hips with the smoothness of a snake.

Leon seemed somewhat confused by how different she looked compared to the first night she sang there. He leaned a little closer to Maria to ask her.

“ Hey, is this what you meant when you said Ashley was a show when she drank?”

Maria gave an amused lopsided smile without taking her eyes off her former protégé.

“ Oh, it hasn't even started yet.”

Leon arched his eyebrows.

“ What do you mean?”

"Baby, I've been longin'

For the darkness hidden past your grin

See the secrets buried in your skin..."

A shock jolted Leon's spine as that voice began to sing. An erotic, velvety tone that was in total contrast to her previous performances. Maria smiled when she saw those blue eyes widen like saucers and turn towards the stage. She decided to answer him in a whisper.

“ She sounds like she's making love to you when she sings like that.”

The song was softer than the original, deeper and... Seductive.

They were just lyrics, but Ashley made them sound like caresses.

The way she slurred her voice or sighed some words seemed to take them into a darkened room, where her voice was the burning caresses on the skin of the listener.

Leon took a very long swig of his beer, trying to calm his unbridled heart and dry throat.

"In the midst of flirtatious innocence..."

Ashley fixed her jaguar eyes on Leon. A strange twinkling glow and her darkened amber irises, which made the bottle static against Leon's lips.

"See your eyes in a darkened room

Look at mine, see where your thoughts stray to..."

His heart lurched so violently that his pulse trembled and a gasp escaped from between his lips.

She was drunk, totally, it was chance...that she still had her eyes riveted on him.

Those golden eyes did not blink as she sang. Her melody made a strange sensation wash over the man, almost as if...if he was being touched. As if there were hands slipping under his clothes and gently caressing his body. The sensation was so vivid that he held a faint gasp in his throat, almost like a moan.

The song was ending. The light reflected the soft beads of sweat on Ashley's skin, which moved her hand up to her thigh and began to ascend, tracing her silhouette as she intoned the last lines, as if she was reaching a climax.

"Hands on my waist

You make it so I can barely breathe..."

The pitch rose along with the pulses of everyone listening to her and they felt a shock break through their bodies as she held that heartbreaking note. Like a scream in the dark.

Leon almost dropped the bottle and drank to put something in front of his eyes unable to look away.

He felt sweat soaking his back and his pulse pounding in his neck. His breathing was ragged and he had to gulp down the rest of the beer to calm his burning body.

It had definitely been a show.

Maria hadn't been kidding at all. Everything about Ashley had radiated a sensuality and eroticism he'd never seen.

And she was only barefoot in a simple satin dress and lipstick. She hadn't done anything provocative, just subtly moved her hips and hands to the sound of the song.

And she had managed to silence the whole bar.

Suddenly a wave of applause boomed in Leon's ears making him grunt and lower his head.

Casey whistled loudly and Ashley made a reference then swayed as she walked down the small stage with heels in hand.

Leon cleared his throat looking up at the ceiling as his eyes betrayed him as he moved down to Asley's cleavage, shiny with sweat.

" Leon, swallow, breathe and try again" he said to himself calming down.

He looked at her again and this time he was riveted on her burgundy lips.

"Fuck."

“ You were great.” Emily said extending her arm towards Ashley. “ I still have my hair standing on end.”

The blonde smiled happily and then turned to Leon. She looked at him with intensity, as if she was waiting to know what he had thought of her.

Leon swallowed, in a hurry for her voice to come out choked.

“ You've done well.” he held back, his muscles throbbing. Ashley's smile turned into a pout of disappointment.

“ Just well? - she said in a slightly more childlike tone, as if her inner child had taken on more strength.

Leon felt terrible at her words and wanted to quickly make amends.

“ No, no! You've been... impressive Ash, really!” he told her with a slight blush on his cheeks, a detail that made Emily smile and John, who also noticed it.

Ashley took a second to smile again from ear to ear, jumping up and down.

“ Hey, be careful Graham.” Chris said pointing at Ashley's bare feet.

Leon's body moved too fast. Long before he could think what he was doing.

“ Let me.”

He took the heels from Ashley's hand and dug his knee into the floor to put them on.

She felt her heart almost break her chest and had to lean on Leon's shoulder as he lifted a foot to put the shoes on her.

No one said anything, but everyone thought the same thing.

Leon remained stoic and stood up again with a neutral expression.

“ There, let's go.” He sounded calm, but inside his other self was banging his head against a wall.

" Idiot, idiot, idiot..."

Ashley followed Leon with tingles in her legs.

His hands had been so soft and... warm. The way he had squeezed the cords had almost made her gasp and her mind had only imagined one thing.

In those broad hands moving up her calves and up the back of her thighs until they slid under her dress and....

“ Watch out for the step.”

Jill's voice snapped Ashley back to reality. They all went outside and started walking towards Emily's house, where the dogs were.

“ This one goes to the blog Ash.” Sergio said looking at his cell phone excitedly, where he had recorded the performance.

Ashley smiled and grabbed Sergio's arm, stumbling.

“ Do you have any other projects?”

“ John is working on a couple of original tunes.”

Graham jumped up and now clung to John. Her dress lifted a little more than it should have and Leon noticed.

“ Yes, I'll show them to you when I finish them.” John said to her just before he noticed Leon throw his jacket over Ashley's shoulders.

“ Don't get cold.” said the agent looking straight ahead.

She watched him for a second and then felt the edge of the skirt of the dress much higher. Her face turned red and she pulled it down, only to realize that the lion's jacket covered her rear.

Had he been staring at her? She turned to him, but he had turned to talk to Casey. For a second a glimmer of lucidity made her think of the gestures she had made that night.

Still embarrassed, she slipped her arms inside the jacket that covered her carelessness, and gently inhaled the cologne that permeated the garment.

Between that and the alcohol that was still creeping up on her, she pranced around with her friends, humming and gyrating like an ordinary schoolgirl.

For that night she wanted to forget her worries and limits.

She didn't want to think, just let herself go.

*

After discussing some more time with Casey, talking about future projects with Sergio and John, and telling Emily off for being a traitor, they went by Connors' apartment to get the dogs.

After Ashley threw a tantrum, Leon carried her off like a sack over his shoulder as the rest of them laughed and said goodbye.

Kennedy turned the key to Ashley's apartment and when she finally entered the apartment she let out a long grunt of exhaustion. All day outside.

He took the harnesses off the dogs and hung them in the hall closet.

Ashley stumbled in and unlaced her heels between snorts. She tossed them into a corner and turned on the kitchen light to get a drink of water. She offered Leon a glass and he obliged and then watched her walk down the hall to her room. He couldn't help but smile at the situation. In the end he had indeed ended up drunkenly escorting her back home.

He finished his glass as he listened to Ashley open and close drawers in her room. He poured the dogs' feed into the feeders and made sure they had clean water in the mangers.

Ashley went out in her summer pajamas to the living room, where Leon was hollowing out the large canine beds.

The woman looked at the broad shoulders of her now co-worker and the alcohol clouded any judgment that might have stopped her actions.

“ Is someth-”

Leon's words were cut off as Ashley climbed on his back with a giggle. He laughed as if it were a game, struggling with her gently as she was drunk.

And before he knew it Ashley tied her legs around Leon's arms and waist and stretched him out on the floor. He tensed as she sat on his abs and his heart raced.

“ Come on Ash, you're drunk, you're going to hurt yourself.” He told her in a subtle nervous tone, trying to pull his arms out of her tight grip on his legs. But he couldn't.

“ Oh, come on, play with me Lee. - she complained, resting her hands on his chest.

"Lee? that was new."

“ You should go to sleep.” he tried to convince her, noticing her soft tan pajamas with straps. “ Tomorrow we have to go to the lab.”

But Ashley wasn't listening to him. She just watched the way Leon's lips moved as he spoke, mesmerized. The sound became secondary and she didn't know what he was saying to her.

“ Have I ever told you that you have beautiful lips?”

That made Leon go completely silent. His mind short-circuited, causing him to stutter.

“ What?”

He almost bit his tongue when Ashley ran her thumb across his lips, caressing his mouth like one would caress a flower.

All of Leon's muscles tensed. A fire siren began to sound in his head and his inner self hammered his heart with a sledgehammer.

And yet he could only lie there.

Soft gasps came from him as Ashley slid her fingertips along the man's cupid's bow.

And he could hear her unbridled throbbing.

He looked into her amber eyes and saw them totally lost in her mouth.

Because she was.

Ashley was only able to focus on her full lips and then whisper.

“ How lucky the person who can kiss them.” she paused briefly, which almost made Leon gasp. “ I bet red looks great on you.”

Wait a minute.

Wait.

This wasn't happening.

Ashley was smiling at him still without having removed her makeup and still wearing that red lipstick. He saw her lean toward him and a growl caught in Leon's throat.

She wasn't thinking and he was unable to react.

No. This couldn't happen. It wasn't right, he had to stop her. Fuck, why wasn't her body moving?

She leaned closer and a gasp came out of his mouth.

" Ash, react, no, wait."

Ashley ran her thumb across his lips and painted Leon's with the smudged finger. She smiled leaning back to look at her handiwork and let out a childish giggle.

“ Everything looks great on you.”  she said with such an innocent and happy tone that contrasted with the situation.

Suddenly she let go and stood up.

“ I'm going to bed, good night Lee!” she hopped away and went into her room.

For a second he didn't know if he had a heart attack.

He stared at the ceiling holding his breath. When he realized that his lungs were burning he took a breath of air and put his hands to his face.

What the hell had just happened?

He was almost panting from how fast his heart was going. He felt like a hurricane inside him and he didn't know how long he lay on the floor until he managed to breathe somewhat normally.

Finally it was Mint who got him to react by giving him a lick and earning an angry growl from Leon.

He hardly thought much. He managed to get up, grab his keys and walk back to his house still bleary-eyed.

When he reached the bathroom and turned on the light he saw the red stain on her lips. His mind ticked off a sprint of successive images that only made his blood boil.

The demon in his head came out and began to rummage through situations that hadn't happened but... could have.

He banged his head against the wall.

"Enough."

He stood there. Static and tense. How long? Long enough. Long enough to strangle that indecent demon that only made him feel like a dirty dog.

Long enough until Ashley's words echoed against the walls of his skull in stereo and other memories began to mingle.

Memories and people he didn't want to think about.

That night was the first in two years he'd spent staring at the ceiling for something that hadn't been a nightmare.And it was absolutely... confusing.