#can’t wait to see leon get traumatized again

[kennedyalike]

FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTHING LEON RELATED

i’ve never had, thoughts that control me

Leon S. Kennedy x female!Reader

in short: you have a nightmare and leon is there to comfort you in his own ways

tags: smut, sex, sleepy sex, fingering, comforting, nightmares, rough sex,

word count : 3.0k

Living together with your boyfriend for almost two years was nice. Except for one fact. You were both government agents that had to do a lot of traumatizing missions. You have been on vacation for a couple months now since coming back from your latest mission that nearly killed you. You’re not sure when the nightmares and insomnia started hitting you, but it was horrible. The nightmares catched you mostly when you were sleeping alone, without Leon there you couldn’t sleep well. Everytime Leon went on a mission, you were left alone with your thoughts and nightmares for a while. You have been texting him about your nightmares and he promises you it’s going to be okay. You only hoped for his safe return, which was today. He arrived back home and you two were reunited after a while.

”I missed you s’much, Leon.” You let out with a shaky breath as you hug him tightly. Leons strong arms caress your back as he hugs you even tighter, pulling you closer to his strong body. ”I missed you too, baby.” His deep voice is like music to your ears and you never want to let him go again.You want to cling onto him and hug him forever, but today was pretty tiring for you both so you might as well do it in bed.

”Let’s get to bed, it’s late and I’m so fuckin’ tired.” His voice sounds almost annoyed as he suddenly picks you up and carries you to your shared bedroom. ”Mhm..” You think to yourself, doubting in your mind whether if everythings okay with him or not. But at last you just brush it off and hum in approval, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his forehead. He usually talks to you all night after a mission, just babbling because he knew you wanted to know everything. But tonight he was strangely quiet, which made you suspicious. Was something wrong? You think to yourself as he puts you down on the bed, leaves you there and walks himself to the bathroom next door.

You furrow your brows and sit up, looking at the closing door with a worried look on your face. ”He’s just tired.” You mumble as you convince yourself and shake your head. You stand up and walk to your closet to change clothes. You pick out a small tank top that you’ll probably take off later anyways and some panties that you hope Leon will take off later. You smile to yourself a bit but hurry into changing. It was nothing special and really, they were normal clothes since Leon knows you usually sleep with only panties on anyways.

To be honest, you were really tired too and mainly just wanted to get some much awaited sleep because the nightmares have been keeping you up the last few days. You sit on the bed and scroll on your phone for a second, waiting for Leon to come. Leon walks out of the bathroom, looking at the floor and walking to his side of the closet. He takes his shirt off and you can’t help but take a peek. His back muscles flex as he bends his arms over and throws the shirt he had on to the floor, next to the pile of other clothes to wash.

His back is turned on you so you can’t really see anything but you hear him then unbuckle his belt for a minute. Hmm. He can’t seem to open it. ”This stupid fuckin’ belt..” He mumbles angrily as he yanks it open and drops it to the floor, pulling his pants down and is left with only boxers on. ”Leon…is everything okay..?” You hesitantly ask as you stand up, making your way to him. He puts his pants into the closet and turns around, taking a look at you. Leon stares at your tits for a second until he glances away, never locking eyes with you. ”Mhm..just tired. Go to bed. I’ll get a glass of water.” He says as he walks out the door again, heading into the kitchen. As he leaves the room he turns the lights off.

You furrow your eyebrows even more in confusion. You stand there in the darkness for a second as you hear Leon already coming back. He’s just tired. You convince yourself again and relax your face. Leon walks past you and puts the glass of water on the nightstand next to your bed. Then he turns to you and suddenly grabs your waist firmly with both hands. ”What did I tell you?” He finally makes eye contact and he looks mad. His grip on your waist almost hurts.

”Leon..I-” Before you even get to say what you wanted, his strong arms aggresively push you onto the bed so you’re laying on your back. A small gasp leaves your mouth as your body hits the soft bed. His hands are still gripping your waist and he almost holds you down. What’s with him? He never was this aggressive with you…”I told you to go to bed.” Leon huffs as he lays down next to you, lifting his grip from you. You stay quiet and obedient for him. He settles down beside you, pulling the big blanket over the both of you, checking he’s got you covered as well. ”You warm?” He asks as he readjusts himself under the covers. You hum and nod in answer. ”G’night.” He mumbles and you expect him to hold you close like he usually does after you’ve been suffering from nightmares but he only turns his back on you and goes radio silent.

You’re lowkey left in shock as you stare at his turned back. It made you sad. Did he forget about the nightmares you’ve been having? Or was he just in a bad mood? Did something happen? Or perhaps you did something wrong and he’s mad at you? Whatever it is, you decide to not bother him right now since you’re both tired. You take off your tank top, leaving yourself just in your panties as you settle under the covers and close your eyes, drifting into sleep.

Your heavy breathing had woken Leon up from his sleep. He hadn’t been sleeping for long since it took him a couple hours to even fall asleep. He turned on his other side and looked at you, laying on your back. Leon lifted the blanket a little bit more so it would cover you properly. He was staring at your beautiful face for a while until you started heavy breathing again. He furrowed his brows and kept on looking at you. Were you seeing nightmares? He thought to himself.

”Mmhhm.” You groan as a troubled look comes over your face and you start panting quietly. You’re seeing the same nightmare all over again. The horrors of your last mission keep violating your mind as you shake awake and sit up suddenly. Your eyes are wet with tears and your breath is still sharp. ”You alright?” You hear a deep voice ask beside you. Oh..Leon is home, you had already forgotten. ”Oh Leon…” You mumble as tears start running down your face. You can’t help but to launch at him and straddle his lap, burying your face into his chest as you cry out loud. His skin is soft and your bare bodies are now colliding. The cool air is hitting your skin as your nipples harden against his chest. Your arms are clinging onto his shoulders as you keep sniffling and letting out breathy moans in between your cries.

”Stop crying…shhh.” Leon tries shushing you as you straddle his lap. Fuck. He can’t take it anymore with you trembling like this on his lap. He was aggressive today because he was so horny, he was longing for the feeling of being inside you, but he had to wait because you weren’t feeling good and he’s not an asshole. Precisely, he didn’t want to be an asshole and fuck you when you’ve been loosing sleep over nightmares. He was struggling so hard right now. You on his lap like this, almost completely naked was the worst scenario ever. He still hasn’t lifted his arms to hold you, because he knows if he touches you even slightly, he won’t be able to hold back.

”L-Leon…I know you’re not feeling well and I’m sorry if I did somethin’ wrong, but can you please hold me? Please..” You’re still crying as you get a little closer to him on his lap. Fuck. He knows you’re crying but why does your crying sound so hot. The way you’re straddling his lap, pleading for him to hold you. He can’t leave you like this, not when you asked him so nicely.

”Shh, baby. It’s alright don’t cry. I’m here.” He says as his strong, warm arms wrap around you and bring you closer to him. His left arm caresses around your waist and tilts to your ass. Of course he can’t keep his hands to himself. You don’t even notice his hand on your ass as you ache into him, sniffling. Words can’t describe how good his touch feels on your skin. You lift your head up and look at his face. He’s staring into your eyes and his right arm that was hooked around you, comes to wipe your tears away.

”It’s okay…You haven’t done anything wrong.” He convinces you as you sigh and rest your face on Leon’s big hand. Fuck. You’re just so fucking pretty like this. He knows it’s kind of wrong but he can’t help it. Your eyes are glistening and your lips are all red and puffy from crying. Your breathing is heavy and you’re making such sweet noises for him while literally sitting on his dick. Leon can feel himself getting hard in his boxers. He can’t hold it back. Would you mind it so much if he just fucked you right now?

You sniffle and try to hold back your tears, finally calming down a little bit, thanks to Leon. You lick your puffy red lips and try to gain control over your still panicked breath that forces you to breath loudly. Leon looks at your lips hungrily as he finally blurts out. ”If you keep making sounds like that, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.” He says as he readjusts his hand on your ass, giving it a small squeeze as he nudges your body closer. A small moan escapes your mouth as you feel his boner under you.

”Leonhh..” You gasp as his other hand also grips your ass and he forcefully grinds into your pussy a little bit, letting out a shaky breath. ”M’ sorry, dear but you’re naked infront of me, moaning on my lap and I haven’t fucked this pretty pussy of yours in weeks, how could I not?” He confesses as he presses your ass down on his extremely hard cock.

You suddenly forget all the sadness that you were feeling a moment ago. His cock grinding on your pussy feels so good you already feel your folds getting wetter by the second. You don’t say anything but just ache into his touch, grinding on his lap. ”Please, let me fuck you.” He requests as his hands grip your waist painfully again. You just nod to him as he turns you around, letting you down on the bed so that you’re laying on your back. He hovers on top of you and his hands are already gripping your tits as he hurries to brush his fingers over your nipples.

You had already forgotten how amazing his touch felt. You moaned at his touch and arched your back slightly. He brought his other hand up to your face and he grabbed it, pushing two digits into your mouth. ”Oh, fuck. Baby you’re so hot.” He sighs as your lips that are still red and puffy from crying wrap around his fingers and suck on them. Leon can’t wait anymore as his cock is now painfully hard. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and brings them down to between your thighs. His other hand grabs your waist and he leans in to kiss you.

Leon’s lips meeting yours roughly as his hand is busy massaging your thighs. He deepends the kiss and pushes his tongue slightly into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and arch your back even more. You can’t help but to clamp your thighs together, shying a little from his touch. He pulls back from the kiss and grabs your arms from around his waist, pulling them together and pinning them down above your head. ”Nuh-uh. None of that, got it?” He demands as he pushes your thighs apart.

”Please, Leon…” You plead to him while squirming a little, trying to clamp your thighs together again because you want him to touch you so bad. Your pussy is desperate for his touch and you chase after every little friction you could get. ”Please what? And didn’t I fuckin’ tell you? None of that.” He pushes your thighs apart again. ”Please, touch me.”

”Hah, touch you where?” He teases as he massages your inner thigh, so close but so far. You try to move your hand, to show him where but he is still pinning your arms above your head. ”Leon…” You desperately whine as you squirm under him, not able to move your hands. ”Can’t show me, you gon’ have to use your words, my dear.” He teases again as he pushed your arms down again. His erection is throbbing hard and honestly he just wants to fuck the shit out of you already but he loves teasing you.

”Hmm. Somebody’s awfully quiet..how about here?” Leon suggests as he brushes over your clothed clit and rubs it in circles, gaining a loud moan from you. You immedietly arch into him, wanting more friction. ”Yes, right there, Leon.” You continue moaning as he slowly pulls your panties down. ”Behave.” He orders and lets go of your arms. You are always so obedient and he loves it. Your arms grab his shoulders for support and he kissed you again.

His hand trails up your thigh after throwing your wet panties to the floor. As his hand finally reaches your wet pussy he breaks the kiss only to start kissing your neck hungrily. Leon pushes two fingers inside your aching hole, earning a desperate moan from you. His lips are kissing your neck roughly enough to create small hickeys. His kisses move down to your chest as his other arm massages your tits. He curls his fingers a little inside you as he reaches deeper. He brings his fingers back to your clit as he rubs it. You’re like putty under him, a moaning mess as he dominates over you.

”Leon..Ahh!” You whine as his thumb rubs circles on your clit. ”You’re so wet, all for me, huh?” He chuckles as he pulls his hand away from you, spreading your thighs wide and settling himself between them while discarding his boxers away. His painfully hard cock is slightly touching his abdomen. You’re panting slowly and you can’t help but to reach a hand to grab Leon’s throbbing cock. He slaps your hand away and pins you down again. ”B-But Leon..” You whimper under him. ”Shut up. No time for that I’ve waited long enough. Just let me fuck you, m’kay?” He confirms as he lines his hard cock at your entrance. Leon slides his length along your folds to gather some wetness. He can’t hold himself back anymore as he forcefully pushes his whole length into you, earning a painful moan from you.

”Oh my god….” You whine as you try to hold him closer, wincing at the pain of him stretching you out. Leon’s other hand grabs your waist to steady himself as the other is on the bed so that he can keep his balance. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, pushing him closer. He nuzzles his face into your neck as he starts thrusting into you at a fast pace. ”So fuckin’ tight for me.” Leon groans as his fingers dig into your waist. He’s fucking you so hard that it almost hurts. ”Leon!” You’re trembling under him, a moaning mess. He’s whimpering as he keeps rutting his cock into you. The wet sounds are echoing in the room as you pant quickly and the pain starts molding into pleasure. His face is still nuzzling your neck and he tries to give you small kisses but keeps getting distracted by how good your pussy feels around him.

He can’t hold himself off for much longer, he has waited for so long. He slows down in order to keep himself from cumming too early. The hand that was gripping your waist finds it’s way down to your clit and starts rubbing circles on it gently, to avoid overstimulating you. Your breath hitches as you moan loudly, getting closer to your orgasm. Leon grinds against you, slowing his pace down but going deeper into spots you didn’t know were possible to reach. ”You’re doing so good for me, baby. Just cum for me, yeah?” He whispers into your ear with a small groan escaping his mouth as he starts rutting into you faster again.

”M’gonna cum, Leon!” You moan as you hold on to his shoulders tightly. Your orgasm weaves over you as your walls tighten around his cock. Your eyes are rolling back and your mouth is slightly open. Your cheeks are red and you’re out of breath. ”Good girl. Argh..!” Leon groans as he pushes deep within you until you feel hot ropes of his cum shoot inside you. He rests his body on yours as you both come down from your highs. He pulls out of you and and kisses your forehead. ”You took it so well. I’m sorry I was an asshole before. I didn’t want to give in when you were sad.” He confesses as he nuzzles into your neck. ”It’s okay, Leon. I’m not sad anymore now that you’re here. I love you.” You bring your arm up to hug him while your other arm brushes through his blonde locks.

”I love you too. I’m here now and you don’t have to be scared of nightmares anymore.”

[smallestapplin]

[Request]

Yaaay requests are open again! I was waiting for them to open up again cause I had some characters I had to wait to ask for yandere reactions headcanons to an s/o with body piercings last time since there’s a character limit. (Which is fine I don’t want you to overwhelm yourself!)

I was kinda hoping for yandere Volo, Raihan, Leon, and N this time?

— a very sleeby Pierced Anon (it’s like 4:46 rn and my brain won’t let me go back to sleep someone help me please🥲)

Excellent choices fam!

🔞18+Only! Cause adult situations, stay adult situations!🔞

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🐍Volo🐍

- Piercings? Of course he’s aware you have some, you always have the most gorgeous jewelry for your deity like form.

- “Please tell me you pierced those yourself.”

- Your nipple piercings are beautiful, yes.

- But the very thought that someone had to see you in such a state that wasn’t him, and touch you.

- It fills him with an almost blinding rage.

- Only he should see you like this.

- Only he should get to touch you.

- It’s best to lie to him and say ‘yes’ instead of telling him you got them professionally and safely done.

- It calms him back, and brings him back to his more mellow self.

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🐉Raihan🐉

- Oh hell yeah!

- He thinks they are so cool, he goes on asking questions. Where did you get them done? Why you picked this specific bar/jewel piece? What size cause he wants to get you custom ones?

- The nipple piercings are heavily appreciated.

- He’s almost half tempted to get some of his own, ya know, so you two can match.

- But he decides against it, instead taking full advantage at how good you look.

- He’s perfect, lovely partner, all his.

- And never leaving this house again.

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👑Leon👑

- “oh that’s so pretty! Oh fuck that must’ve hurt! Oh but that’s so cool!”

- He’s cringing, he can feel the phantom pains.

- Please send help. He loves your piercings, really he does! But every time he sees one on a more delicate spot he winces.

- He acts like he’s sitting on the piercer’s table, getting it done.

- But no, he gets flashbacks to Piers saying a piercing wouldn’t hurt, but then it hurt a lot.

- His friends have traumatized him, please be nice.

- Sure he has you locked in his house, away from the world. You’re his lover after all! But still, Leon holds more respect for you after this.

- it’s funny to watch him twist and turn when he sees, he will get use to it, but give him a moment.

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💚N💚

- Absolutely flustered and confused.

- Why would you do this to yourself? Did it all hurt? Another one that winces at the sight of your nipple piercings.

- Yes your piercings are pretty and cool looking, and he respects your choices on them. But for the life of him he can’t wrap his mind around shoving a needle through your skin.

- He’s like an old person, who’s confused about what you’re doing but is very loving and supportive about it.

- He even asks if you’d want to get another, and maybe get like a green bar through it? Or maybe a green gem?

- He’s so embarrassed he even asked that please ignore him.

[laracroftsbraid]

AJSJFHFCJCJSJ ITS HAPPENING !!!!!

RE4 REMAKE TRAILER AND OOOH LEON IS GONNA LOO KSO GOOD 😭. I’m excited to see Ada cause I miss her. Can’t wait to see her save Leon’s life again. Also I can’t wait to see a new upgraded Wesker in this game(I miss him sue me) . I think this RE4 game is perfect timing. After the great reception of RE8, it make sense for them to come back to the OG science “magic” cult that takes place in some middle-of-nowhere village. Especially now that the RE8 hype has waned a bit. In my opinion RE2remake and RE7 brought back the survival horror feel that the series desperately needed again. RE8 brought a nice supernatural-esque gothic horror touch to the series that was refreshing. I think this RE4 remake will stay true to its source material. But it seems Capcom has learned from its past mistakes because this trailer was eerie and gives you chills. It looks like they really nailed the isolation vibe in the game. It was already spooky in the original so it’s definitely gonna be terrifying in the remake. I’m excited to see more lore and details in the village especially in regards to the cult. After playing RE8, I have faith that what made the cult and village terrifying in the og will be taken to the next level in this new game. I look forward to them expanding the environment. I’m just happy to see Resident Evil games coming back to their roots. I missed the horror and I’m glad it’s back.

[hohoz]

The ones that suffer the most

I wanted to talk about this for a long time.

I’m a Resident evil addicted, I finished almost every RE game released and I must say that Capcom made some poor choices regarding Jill and Chris, they are EASILY the most mistreated characters in RE Franchise. 

But let’s explain why is that: 

Jill and Chris are survivors, they had to survive in a mansion with a lot of puzzles and zombies, while looking for items that could help them to progress and find a way to reach Brad. 

When they arrive at STARS Office, they are revolted that Umbrella did all that under their noses and innocents were dying because of that and they explained EVERYTHING in a report - but Irons made that go away. 

In the ORIGINAL RE3 we had this special file (Jill’s Diary) 

August 7th Two weeks have passed since that day. My wounds have been healed, but I just can't forget it. For most people, it's history now. But for me, whenever I close my eyes, it all comes back clearly. Zombies eating people's flesh and the screams of my teammates dying. No, the wounds in my heart are not healed yet...

August 13th Chris has been causing a lot of trouble recently. What's with him? He seldom talks to the other police members and is constantly irritated. The other day, he punched Elran of the Boy's Crime department just for accidentally splashing Chris's face with coffee. I immediately stopped Chris, but when he saw me he just gave me a wink and walked away. I wonder what happened to him...

August 15th Midnight. Chris, who has been on a leave of absence for a "vacation," called me so I visited his apartment. As soon as I walked into his room, he showed me a couple of pieces of paper. They were part of a virus research report entitled as simply as "G". Then Chris told me that, "The nightmare still continues." He went on to say that, "It's not over yet." Ever since that day, he has been fighting all by himself without rest, without even telling me.

August 24th Chris left the town today to go to Europe. Barry told me that he would send his family to Canada and then he would follow Chris. I decided to remain in Raccoon City for a while because I know that the research facility in this city will be very important to this entire case. In a month or so, I'll be joining with them somewhere in Europe. That's when my real battle begins...

For some weird reason this file isn’t available in RE3 Remake. 

But ok, here we see that Chris was doing some investigation - in the RE2RMK  you could see this letter that Chris left in a way that normal people wouldn't understand - the only thing that Claire says is that “doesnt look like him” but how normies would understand what Chris is like is he is not well represented in media ??????????????????

And Jill had all the detective work in her wall. 

So far so good - we understand the basics about them - they are Special police force, the elite, they had a traumatic experience and they survived to tell the story. 

Some problems until now:

Jill had a MAJOR personality change in RE3 RMK- I honestly like most of that, she is a badass in the originals and she is a badass in the rmk but I still dislike the fact that she swears all the time (specially because in RE1, RE Rev, RE5 she doesn't do that) 

We can tell a lot about her personality just looking at her room, but I still miss some stuff (I had expectations - so this is not a real problem. but still) like a Vinyl player (since she is probably into classical music), some letters from her father so new players can understand her origin and why is she so good in lockpicking and more about her dog (she had a pic in the original that could’ve been her boyfriend but it was replaced by a dog in RE2 rmk but in RE3 Rmk there in no dog) 

Okay - after you finish the game the only thing we see is this: 

In my opinion this is Chris since he is always associated with Green colors while Jill is associated with blue. 

So my speculation here is that she found him while in the original we had this: 

This is not a major chance but still is important (lore of course - duh) but the problem here is that while Jill is looking for him - Code Veronica is happening. 

So I can only assume two things, they did not show him because they DON’T HAVE A FACE FOR HIM or I am wrong and that is Jill, but if that is Jill so why there is no decent epilogue like the original ? 

Okay, now we are arriving in the real trouble area

I will do RE5 first and the Wii and Rev1 (even tho those two comes first in the lore) 

RESIDENT EVIL 5 

So before the game was release we had some propaganda, including this: 

So have in mind that Jill was dead, I thought that she died and RE5 would explain that shit. 

But in the beginning we see that Chris is looking for her and have in mind that Chris HAD A MAJOR CHANCE IN HIS APPEARANCE, and I’m not talking about his muscles. 

I will not address Chris in CV since he was good in that game but I the team that made CV also made the original, it had CONSISTENCE. 

Here we have Chris, he’s THE classical american soldier protagonist from Hollywood in the 80′s/90′s and he had some omage to TOPGUN

He also shares some traits with his sister

A major trait here is that HE HAS BLUE EYES, typical good looking soldier from US. 

and now let’s have a look at Chris in RE5...

Yeah... I still hate this face even tho I love his Character in this game, this ugly a** monkey looking mf and he had a lot of steroids

So we have some lore to him in RE5, Jill and Chris went to a mansion looking for Spencer (one of the fathers of Umbrella and the one that was behind project Wesker, he wanted to do this Virus so he could live forever, so RE has a good lore, it’s not just about zombies) but when they found him, he was dead and Wesker was by his side, in a fight Jill sacrificed herself to save Chris’s life. 

Chris started doing mission after mission because her body was never found, and he made a name for himself, he became a ‘legend’ inside BSAA and you can see that in the beginning of RE5.

The reason behind the muscles was probably to fight Wesker mano to mano but still is not well made, it really felt weird playing for the first time. 

So now we have a problem here, there is thing that you use in a narrative that is to make someone strong af powerless, and they did that to Jill. (a good example of this is in TWD- Ricky is a fucking legend and Negan made him powerless in the face of a event) 

Jill was used in a Boss fight and that is it... She is not in the game as a character, she is being manipulated and her whole design was changed, she looks like Nina from Tekken. WTF. - BTW, the fact that Wesker had mind control over her created 1000 fics of sex 

 So that is it, my main problem here isnt Jill itself, but it’s the fact that they used her character as a boss even tho she is the heroine, she never appears in RE lore again until some guy inside Capcom said “Well people are asking about Jill so let’s place a file in Rev2 saying that she is in rehab” 

The only time that she appears again is in a 3DS NINTENDO ONLY game, it felt that Capcom simply don’t care about her character. 

By the way Revelations 1 is a great game and was adaptable some years later for PC and consoles

But you think that this is bad, wait until we arrive at RESIDENT EVIL 6 

When I learned that Jill was not in RE6 I was mad... But after I played that game I said “thank you God” that game was bad, transformers kind of bad, it had bad writing, the lore was all over the place and Chris was the one that suffered the most in this game. 

He was responsible for the death of an entire squad, suffered amnesia and people still wanted him in the command 

THEY MADE HIM AN ALCOHOLIC 

The golden boy of BSAA reduced to THIS. 

By the way, the director said that HE WANTED TO KILL CHRIS IN THIS GAME to SUBVERT EXPECTATIONS - so if you liked Piers now that he died only because of that. 

So now let’s analyse what we know: 

The first 2 main characters are not well represented in media until RE6, they don’t know how to re introduce Jill in the games and Chris was reduced to a normal guy at a Russian bar;

But it gets worse... 

Capcom LOVE Leon, we know that. he is always the hero, he is the protagonist in almost every movie and he is always the cool guy so when he get’s a new model, he looks like this:

But When Chris get’s a new face he look like this: 

WHO DAFUQ ARE U, no offense to the model but he has NEGATIVE JAW LINE.

And still he doesn't look like Claire’s brother, there is no blue/green eyes and he looks younger that he was in 6 (and 6 still uses that ugly character model) 

But let’s go in the lore- we HAVE 0 info on Jill in RE6 / RE7 and no sight of her in RE8 

And speaking of which, they tried to make Chris the bad guy in the trailer so when we play we see “Ohhhh he was not the bad guy, that happened and that is why he did that” 

But still... 

If they are going to do that to his character don’t use this character, shit ! Do something with that Wesker’s son that made 0 sense in RE6 but leave Chris out of this - it really feels that they simply don’t know how to treat him right

And you may think that I may be complaining a lot because of his appearance

But this is him in RE8  

(to me this is some random dude from Russia) 

And this is him in RE:Verse (that is going to be release TOGETHER) 

So this tells me that they have 0 clue of how to handle his looks

Jill got RE3Rmk but it felt like a cheap game compared to RE2Rmk where the original RE3 was SO MUCH BETTER

And this is bad because there are so many new fans joining the fandom only to see 2 great characters suffering from poor director’s choices. 

I’m sorry about this rant, if you like Chris face and looks its okay, really, but dont tell me that Chris from 5/6/8 is the same from 1/CV and if you think im wrong about Jill its fine, but she is an amazing character that could have so much more impact in RE universe (I mean, she never even appeared in a RE movie - animations) 

But it’s sad to see so many characters that receive good representation in media and good games/lore while Jill get’s almost none and Chris is handled like random face guy. 

I was going to talk a little bit more about Rev 1 and RE Umbrella Chronicles but there is no need since Im mad right now and it seems that Capcom has 0 interest in making Code Veronica and Umbrella’s fall after that since their fav boy Leon need a rmk in RE4 even tho RE4 is not that old. 

Bonus:

Fun fact: Chris served in the Air force, so yeah, to me even Tom Cruise looks more like Chris than Chris from the games

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

could we have mc falling down the stairs and getting a concussion with ikevamp pls?

I got ya! Sorry it took this long...

Comte

you where at a party with Comte

 while he talked to guests you excused yourself and walked outside

on the way out you  accidentally ran into a man

he helped you up, you apologized and continued walking

you reached the front door and stepped outside

suddenly a very angry lady burst outside and came right at you

“ Why where you talking to me husband!” you looked at her, a little confused

“ Well, I bumped into him and I had to apologize. That’s the right thing to do. Non?”

“ You’re lying!” “ Listen here I already have a boyfriend. And he’s the most loving, caring, kind-hearted, sweet person I have ever met! Why the hell would I go talking to your husband!” “ You lying little bi**h. I know you want to steal him away. I can’t let that happen. No hard feelings right?”

she looked at you, her words dripping with venom and before you could react she pushed you down the stairs.

you fell and hit your head hard  on one of the steps

you heard a commotion at the top of the stair and you where pretty sure you saw a golden figure bend over you, but you blacked out

when you woke up you realized you where back home in your bed

you looked over to your right and saw a very tired looking Comte smiling down at you

you felt guilty so you apologized

he combed your hair and reassured you that everything’s fine and he isn’t mad at you

he was super worried but he won’t let it show for your sake

Oh yessssss some nice juicy drama * faints because of my own work*

Leonardo

uuuuuuuh this man will have a heart attack

you where walking around town, when you came across this huge library

you were super exited about it so Leo decided to walk you around

you two had a blast

you where mesmerized at the millions of old books inside

When you found something interesting you would bounce up and down like the adorable little dork you where and Leo would chuckle, loving every second of it

when it was time to leave you skipped out followed by Leo

you where walking down the stairs explaining about modern libraries when you slipped and fell backwards hitting your head on the step

Leo couldn’t catch you

the last thing you remember is Leonardo’s worried face

you woke up in your bed

you looked around the room

suddenly you felt the blanket shift a bit

as you lifted it Lumiere crawled out

he nudged your cheek and curled up beside you

you pet him for a while and then got up

“ OUCh! Oh Cara mia you’re awake

yup he fell asleep right next to your bed on the floor

you giggled and gently tugged him up and into the bed

you cuddled for a solid 2 hours

Arthur

it was winter

you where walking home after a case

you where talking and laughing

but the ground was icy and as you where walking by the entrance to a building you pointed at something and accidentally slipped

Arthur was looking at what you pointed at when he heard a dull thump a groan and a horrible crack

he whirled around only to see you on the ground, knocked out and a small stream of blood was flowing from your cheek

he immediately scooped you up and ran, all the while beating himself up for not catching you

you woke up in your bed

Arthur was passed out on the bed next to you

you realized your head was bandaged, you had a band-aid on your cheek and your arm was in a sling

when he felt you stir Arthur woke up and hugged you

turns out you blocked most of the fall with your hand so you didn’t break your head, and managed to get away with a concussion, but your left arm payed the price because now it was broken

This doctor was worried sick

Theo

Theoooooo mah boi

you just finished up at one of Theo’s art exhibition? displays? showcases? i don’t know, just imagine the correct version here

he had just made a really good deal and he was visibly happy

you two chatted as you walked outside

as you reached the bottom and where standing there waiting for a carriage, a rabid dog jumped out of the bush and attacked you knocking you to the ground

Theo couldn’t catch you he was to busy getting the dog to leave

you hit your head on the last step really hard and within a few moments you lost conciseness

You woke up in your bed the next day (or so you thought)

Theo was sitting next to you holding your hand

he pulled you into a tight hug

“ Silly Y/N scarring me like this.”

you broke free from his bear hug, only to pull your lover into a passionate kiss

when you pulled away he stared  into your eyes

Theo’s not the type to convert his emotions into words he prefers actions and the way he’s looking at you now melts your heart and you know how much he worried about you

“Thank you for taking care of me Theo. I’m a little sleepy now but can you stay a while” he snorted “ Wasn’t  a day and a half enough for you” buuut he’s a cutie so he crawled into bed with you and held you close as you fell asleep

*Me writing a part for Theo*: yes yes let’s make Theo’s favorite animal into the villain of this. ok and then let’s traumatize him by making you sleep for a long time. AAAAHHHHAHAHAHA I’m so evil. Ok so now that i have that out of my system let’s make this the sappiest of them all. OML I LOVE HIM

Dazai

Dazai and you where walking from the gazebo after *caught* things *caught*

no I’m kidding you had a tea party and  made rhymes about little dolls and bird and playgrounds

you cute little dorks I love you so much

Sebas was watering the plants there a few minutes ago and it got onto the steppes

Dazai was busy making ridiculously stupid dad jokes and you where laughing your head off

sadly you didn’t notice the puddle and slipped on it banging your head on the step

the last thing you remember was Dazai wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up whispering “ I got you little bird”

you woke up in your bed in the evening

Dazai was right next to you stroking your hair

“ Good morning, Toshiko-san!” you couldn’t help but laugh

Dazai was worried about you but he likes to live his life by the saying: Laughter is the best medicine

Vincent

you when to a church because Vincent wanted to paint it

however once he finished most of it he decided it was missing something

something that could immediately turn any plain picture into a beautiful masterpiece

you 

he asked you to model and you gladly agreed

you sat on the steppes and let Vincent paint you

once he was finished you jumped up and started hurrying down the stairs to see how it looked

unfortunately you slipped on one of the worn down steps and fell back banging you head and blacking out

Vincent saw this and rushed up to you

he was beside himself

he already has trouble dealing with emotions, and he just saw your life flash before his eyes

baby boy is traumatized

he picked you up and since he couldn’t carry it ditched the paining and ran to the nearest carriage

you woke up with Vincent by your side

he held your hand and smiled gently

“You’re awake thank God!”

you asked about the painting and he said he just left it there

needles to say you felt horrible so you asked if you could go back

he laughed saying it’s probably gone but complied

surprisingly the painting was still there

Napoleon

you where fencing

it was all fun and games

you would try your best and Leon would disarm you with ease

sometimes he would let you win by dropping the foil very obviously and saying something stupid like Oh no nunuce you got me again

either way it would always result in him picking you up and tickling you

at one point you where standing near the stairs

you where trying to disarm him and didn’t notice them

you stepped back and tripped and fell hitting your head on one of the stairs

the former emperor of France felt his blood chill 

he had never seen something scarier then you passed out on the stairs

in a flash he was by your side scooped you up and ran into the house

you woke up a few hours later and sitting right next to you, squeezing your hand like there is no tomorrow, was Napoleon

Honestly he looked like he had aged 50 years

but as son as you made eye contact all that  disappeared as if it wasn’t even there to begin with

He hugged you and semi scolded you for being a nunuce and scaring him

Jean

My apology for this one instead of stairs I used a horse. Also based on a true story, sorta. I didn’t have Jean.😢😂

soldier boy

so you where riding with Jean one day

you loved these little outings

the way the wind whipped your hair and the landscape rushed past you as you rode into the sunset

romantic I know

but you have to remember that this also has it’s dangers...

that day you stayed out a bit longer then usual

the sun had already set when you decided it was time to go

so  you started making your way back through the dark forest

 suddenly a fox dashed across the rode and scared your horse

it reared and trashed an threw you off it’s back

you hit your head and blacked out

you woke up the next morning in Jean’s bed

he himself sat beside you

he had his eye patch off and he had bags under his eyes

it was clear he stayed up all night ( he was that worried)

you felt guilty

you got up and hugged him against your chest  caressing his hair

he sighed “ I was so worried about you mademoiselle“

you giggled at the name “ I’m sorry monsieur“

he looked up at you lovingly, deep purple eyes shining

he reached up to cup your cheek as you threaded your hand through his hair and you both met in a passionate kiss

Me: YOU MAY KISS THE BRIDE!!!!!! *sigh* I have lost my mind i case you haven’t noticed

Mozart

tsundere baby

Mozart had just finished one of his performances

and of coarse he killed it

since the place was not that far from the mansion you decided to walk to spare Mozart’s stomach

you where walking and you spotted something you stopped and excitedly pointed at it

Mozart rolled his eyes and kept going “You already have a plushie”

you playfully pouted but ran to catch up to him

suddenly a carriage rolled past you really close and scared you

you lost you balance and fell, hitting your head on the steppes of the building on your right

 Mozart wheeled around and saw you on the ground

he cursed himself for not being next to you,

he quickly picked you up and ran

You woke up the next day

Mozart was right next to you

“ This is why I hate carriages”

you burst out laughing and hugged him

he hugged you back and then slowly placed you back onto the bed

he then knelt down and brought up a bag and placed on your lap

you looked into the bad and in it was the plushie you where looking at before the accident

“ I thought it might make you feel better” the blush was visible on his cheeks

“ Oh, Mozart!” you threw your arms around him yet again “ I love it. I love you.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent “I love you too”

Isaac

you where at the university

Isaac had finished his lectures and was surprised to see you there

or at least that was what he thought he looked like in actuality

he was flustered, and was stuttering, palm sweating a little

the kids (let’s call them that ok, they’re babies compared to Isaac anyway) got a kick out of that and where snickering in the background  

you where standing on the steppes when a little girl, who you figured was someones sibling came rushing up to you

now you where standing facing each other and this girl came in between the two of you pushing you in the process

you lost your balance and hit your head on the railing of the stairs and then crumpled to the ground

all you heard was screams and then nothing

you woke up that evening and the second you opened your eyes Isaac had you wrapped up in his arms and was holding you against his chest

“ Do you have any idea how worried I was! Thank God you’re awake”

you cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss

once you pulled away you smiled up at the now very flustered Isaac

“ Thank you for taking care of me Isaac!”

he mumbled a ‘you’re welcome’

you laughed and hugged him

Sebastian

so the two of you cuties where grocery shopping

you where finishing up and walking out laughing and talking

all of a sudden you heard screams from inside the store

you turned around only to see a man running at you at full speed

you didn’t have time to react

he knocked into you and sent your stuff flying and you tumbling down the stairs

you hit your head hard

the last thing you remember was Sebastian desperately calling your name

you woke up in your room and Sebastian pulled you into a hug and kissed you deeply

nah just kidding

*flick*Don’t ever do that again” “ DID YOU JUST FLICK MY FOREHEAD?!

he smiled sweetly and kissed your forehead right where he flicked it

“I’m saying this because I was worried about you” “ Well that changes things”

you both laughed and then you cuddled

bless Comte for giving Sebas the rest of the day off so you could cuddle

William Shookspear

You where actually on stage

From the start of your relationship Will knew you loved acting

So one day he decided to let you audition and you got the main part

shocker 

jkjk you where a great actress

 The play began and you killed it

absolutely blew everyone away

at the end you rushed backstage to meet your boyfriend

he was there smiling at you

it was honestly the sweetest, brightest smile you had ever sen him give you

you rushed down the steppes, but your dress got caught in a nail and yanked you back

you lost your balance and fell backwards

you immediately lost consciousness

you woke up in his room

he was sitting beside you with a worried expression

he asked if you where feeling alright and when you said you felt fine he let out a sigh of relief

“ Did I do good Will?” you asked timidly

he smiled brushed back your hair and planted a kiss to your forehead

“ You where amazing”

That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed! Stay safe out there!

[sparkie96]

Me, half asleep: hmm chreon

Me, suddenly galaxy brain and wide awake: Chris leaves for edonia before leon can tell him that he's pregnant, he never gets the chance to tell him, chris loses his memories, leon has their baby and then about a month later re6 happens and he and Chris reunite but it's bittersweet bc Chris doesn't remember who leon was to him, cue to the angst of leon having to deal with being alone and thinking chris was dead for his entire pregnancy, and then them mending their relationship as chris heals, and Chris meets the baby and they become a proper family

Me, exhausted from this apparently v taxing thought and now half asleep again: hmm chreon

It had been a long and tiresome six-months plus the oh so fun trip to China...which Chris lost his entire team twice to the same woman who had had an indirect hand in nearly killing his mate and his mate’s partner as well as said mate’s adoptive daughter and the key to stopping the C-Virus. And a tiresome couple of weeks where he took some time off to himself.

Chris shook his head as his escort drove him out to the ranch Leon supposedly now owned thanks to the late Adam Benford. The agent said he had a surprise for him and Chris was practically vibrating in his seat, wondering just what the surprise was. His memory was still a bit fuzzy, so he remembered Leon and wanted to get back to him the whole time he was in Edonia...he just didn’t know his name or the reason why he needed to get back so badly. And then there was...something else. It involved Leon and a grainy picture of some sort...but try as he might, he couldn’t remember what it was. 

Hopefully his memory would kickstart back to normal by the time he got there. He really wanted to relive “Memory Lane” with his beautiful Omega. He wanted to experience the emotions that came with those memories. He wanted to remember them too, cursing his broken memories and his damned Amnesia. 

The truck pulled up to the ranch, surrounded by miles of grass and fields of corn. Chris’s heart pounded in his chest as he gazed upon the breathtaking sight, unable to believe that this very beautiful but kind of isolated property was now his home too. The truck pulled into the driveway, the driver; Nadia, informing him that they were here. Chris stared out of the window, butterflies beating their wings inside of his stomach and making it churn nervously.

“Captain?” She asked, “Everything alright?” 

Chris drummed his fingers on the door, eyes staring at the front door of the home anxiously, “Y-Yeah,” He lied, “Just...nervous...that’s all. My head isn’t so good right now so…” 

She gently laid a hand on his shoulder, “You’ll be alright. Agent Kennedy’s been filled in on the situation that occurred over the last several months by Captain Valentine. He’s a good person. He’ll understand.” 

“I know,” Chris replied with a slight cant of the head, his other hand toying with his seatbelt, “I just...I don’t want to disappoint him or upset him if he brings up something and I can’t remember…” 

Nadia gave him a reassuring smile and a squeeze, “You couldn’t if you tried. He loves you.” 

Chris looked to her, smiling a small smile back before giving a nod. With a deep breath, he undid his seatbelt as she unlocked the door to let him out. She bid him farewell and good luck, waiting until he was completely out of the truck and had shut the door behind himself before pulling away. She gave a friendly honk before driving back in the direction of HQ. 

Leaving him in front of the house. 

Chris turned to it, timidly walking up the gravel and to the wooden porch. He ascended the three steps there, pausing to stare at the door once more. He didn’t know why this was so hard, nor did he know why he was so nervous. There shouldn’t have been something ominous about this whole thing. This was home...his family was inside. His mate and their silly cat. Though, there was a little voice in the back of his mind saying that that was not all that was inside...that he was missing a little detail. 

Opening the screen door, he raised his fist and knocked on the solid front door. And then...he just stood there...waiting. He didn’t try to peek through the glass in the door, figuring that would have been rude or it would have ruined the surprise planned for him. 

There were footsteps on the other side, Chris holding his breath as they approached the door. Through the frosted glass, he could see a mass of blue and white and beige and brown. He could hear every click of the locks as they were undone, Chris taking another deep breath as the pounding grew louder in his ears. 

His breath was caught in his throat again as the door opened, Leon’s smiling face looking up at him, blue eyes clearly filled with tears. 

“Hey…” Chris greeted awkwardly, but then gave a soft “Oof!” as Leon nearly tackled him, hugging him tightly. 

“Hey, Big Guy.” Leon’s muffled voice replied in his shoulder, the Omega’s face buried in the fabric of Chris’s shirt, “We missed you so much…” 

...We? 

“I missed you all too.” Chris replied, hugging him back as Leon pulled away, the two meeting for a soft chaste kiss, “You and that goofy cat.” 

Leon looked up at him as they parted, canting his head to the side, “...You don’t remember…” He paused mid sentence and gave a nod, “Wait...of course you don’t. Sorry, my mistake. The Post Traumatic Amnesia…” 

“What don’t I remember?” Chris asked a bit too quickly, his heart still pounding in his chest. This was exactly why he didn’t feel like he was ready enough for this. This is why he had been putting off coming here for weeks. His worst fear was happening...he was upsetting his mate. 

As if sensing his distress, Leon shook his head and carefully cupped Chris’s cheeks, holding his face in his hands, “No, no, no! It’s okay! It was my mistake! That’s why I had a surprise for you!” 

Chris calmed down a bit, taking more deep breaths and counting in his head to ten, “Right. You said there was a surprise…” 

Leon nodded with a warm smile, “Yeah...I have someone I want you to meet.” 

Chris furrowed his brows but let Leon take his coat for him, the Omega telling him that it was okay to take his shoes off by the front door. While Chris did that, Leon shut the front door and locked it, waiting until Chris was settled before taking him by the hand. Chris allowed him to lead him further into the house, going down the hall and to one of the rooms at the end of the hallway. 

“You probably don’t remember this,” Leon began, “But...a couple months before you went to Edonia, I was pregnant.” 

Pregnant...Leon had been pregnant? Chris thought about what Leon had said earlier...about how “We missed you…”. We…

Leon let go of his hand, opening the door with the little characters on it, looking back at him with a smile. 

“Chris,” Leon began, pushing the door open and revealing the crib inside, a little red-headed baby staring back at them, giving the biggest smile he could manage with a pacifier in his mouth, “I want you to meet your son: Oliver Kennedy-Redfield.”

Chris’s heart was fluttering...but not out of nervousness. The Alpha was in awe, smiling as tears welled up in his eyes. He had a son...he had a family who had been waiting for him all this time.

He was home at last.

[remmushound]

Bay/rise 34!! @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 @digitl-art-monstr @selfindulgenz @yarchurr @dakotafinely @yarchurr @sententiously-sarcastic @sprinklestheditty

“This is fucking stupid.” Raph was pacing anxiously, his frustrations coming out in the form of heavy breaths.

“I totally agree.” Donnie agreed, “But you know Leo. He’d not gonna let this go.”

“He he fucking ought to! We ain’t got time for this shit!”

The Leo’s were both separately getting ready for the spar, but with such an open space it was nearly impossible for them to get out of each other's line of sight. This resulted in what could only be described as a heated staring content between the both of them as they sharpened their katana and odachi almost passive-aggressively. The brothers and sister of both proud ninja were intermingled in a group together— their brothers’ antics weren’t enough to drive them apart completely, but it was enough for a wedge to be stuck between them.

“Is Leo gonna be okay?” Michelangelo appealed to Donatello, grabbing a hold of the older teens arm.

“I don’t know Michael.” Donatello sighed, sticking his nose in the air in his frustration, “Leon’s always getting himself in this kind of trouble! It’s gonna catch up to him eventually!”

“Hopefully not today.” Michelangelo said, looking to Leo. “Other Leo is very large. He’s jumbo sized!”

“Sadly, his brain didn't get the memo.”

Mikey was looking between both of the Leo’s with no small amount of guilt. Donnie had given him the clear after he had calmed slightly and the pain in his chest wasn’t so bad, but now the pain had been replaced with an intense sadness. Michelangelo nudged his brother and pointed to the sad box turtle, and then both brothers nodded at each other with similar intent as they marched over and each took a seat beside Mikey. 

“Why the long face?” Michelangelo pouted.

“I dunno, Mike, seems kinda… oblong to me.” Donatello motioned vageuly to Mikey’s face.

Mikey gave the slightest chuckle before he started to cry softly. Michelangelo frowned and looked to Donatello, who quickly pulled a tissue from out of his battle shell and offered it to Mikey. Mikey accepted it and, after a moments thought, said,

“You just carry tissues around wherever?”

“I never know when I’ll have to break out the dramatics~!” Donatello struck a pose.

“Are you okay?” Michelangelo gave Mikey a gentle stroke on the shoulder. “You look sad.”

“I’m just… useless.” Mikey hung his head.

That statement caused both Hamato brothers to erupt in loud, overlaying denial as they practically swarmed Mikey trying to convince him otherwise.

“You’re not!”

“You’re really not.”

“You’re incredible!”

“I once tried nunchucks for a day. Hit myself in the head, cried in a corner, slept in said corner. Very traumatizing.”

“You can do lots of things!”

“Except fight, apparently…” Mikey pouted, crossing his arms. “I just watched my dad and your dad get taken and I did nothing!”

“You’re not the only one who did nothing!” Donatello offered.

Michelangelo swatted Donatello and scowled at him a second before turning back to Mikey. “You panicked— that’s nothing to be ashamed of!”

“We were there! We— we could’ve helped stop them! We—“

“What could we have done…?” Michelangelo asked softly, laying a hand on Mikey’s knee.

Mikey gave a long, tired sigh reminiscent of someone far older with many more years of life bearing down on his shoulders. “Nothing.”

“Exactly.” Michelangelo said, “But what we could’ve done is gotten hurt! He took out all your brothers in one swing! All we would’ve ended up doing is getting taken out with them.”

“But don’t you think—“

“Come on.” Mikey’s words were interrupted by his Leo, who had lost what little patience remained as he strutted forward with the confidence of gods. “Let’s get this over with.”

Leo was the first in the dojo and he stood there as if he was still challenging Leonardo to back down at the cost of his honor. Leonardo didn't move from his place where he was still polishing his odachi.

“Well?” Leo prompted, “Come on! You challenged me to this, remember! Don’t you want to defend your honor?”

Leonardo thought for a second, and then shrugged. “Eh, never really had much of that to begin with. And I have all the time in the world baby!”

Despite his words, Leonardo seemed to accept his counterpart's challenge and stood from his seated position, giving his odachi a few experimental swipes before he came to join Leo in the dojo.

“This ain’t gonna end good...” April shook her head. Her face was painted to match Leonardo’s markings and she brandished a blue flag in support. Upon seeing Leonardo entering the dojo, however, she promptly cheered, “WHOOP WHOOP! YOU GOT THIS LEON!”

The rest of the gathered mutants— all except Raphael, who was still sleeping off his exhaustion— gathered in a tight group to watch as the scene unfolded. Donnie split from the group one last time in an attempt to appeal to his brother.

“Leo, this is crazy!” Donnie said, but it was like talking to a wall, “You can’t fight him!”

“Why not?” Leo asked calmly without dignifying Donnie’s concern with even a glance.

“Well, one, he's a child.” Donnie deadpanned, “And two, we need to be focusing on finding Master Splinter.”

“Trust me Don, this isn’t gonna take very long.”

“What you gonna do, punt the fifteen year old?!”

“He’s the one who picked a fight.” Leo growled.

“Yeah. Oh course he did.” Donnie leaned closer to his brother and spoke slowly, as if Leo were dense, “He’s. A. Teenager. A dumb, confident teenager!”

“So are we.”

“We’re gonna be twenty next month— I hardly think it counts!”

Leo didn't respond. He stared forward with a determined look and simply walked away from Donnie, leaving his younger brother staring after him with a frustrated disbelief.

Leo faced his counterpart. “Do you know the duel rights?”

Leonardo shrugged almost cartoonishly.

“Of course not.” Leo sighed, then carried on, “Rule number one: The offending party has the right to an apology and, if it is accepted by the offended party, then the duel will not carry to term.”

“Okay, so you gonna apologize them?” Leonardo asked, almost hopefully.

Leo narrowed his eyes and gave no answer. “If there is no apology met, then the next rule of order is to choose a second. The seconds are the judges— they try to reach a peace, and if a peace is unable to be met, then we move onto phase three. My second is my brother Raphael.” 

Raph grunted softly and split off from the group to hesitantly come to Leo’s side. 

“Don, you feeling up to it?” Leonardo looked to his brother.

Donatello gave it a moment's thought before shrugging and sauntering off almost in a bored fashion to Leonardo’s side.

“How do we win?” Leonardo asked.

“To win, you must knock down your opponent and hold your blade to their throat. Rule number three! The seconds try to negotiate a peace.” Leo gave a nod, and Raph lumbered forward to meet Donatello in the middle. The two of them quickly fell to a hushed discussion.

“Hello.” Donatello said, his eyes half-lidded and his voice dull.

“Hey— can’t you just try and get your Leo to apologize?” Raph almost pleaded, “You know this ain’t exactly a fair fight.”

“I know.” Donatello replied with little enthusiasm. “Your Leo’s gonna get knocked flat on his Gluteus Maximus. That’s science terms for buttocks. Aka: ass.”

Raph gave a half-amused snort. “No offense, pancake, but I think we both know that ain’t right.”

“Oh wowwwwww, so original.” Donatello slumped, “I’m so hurt. Then again you do have a good point.

Raph smiled, thinning himself victorious until Donatello added,

“I mean, there’s nothing Maximus about his Gluteus.” Donatello motioned to Leo with his thumb.

“No—” Raph growled and forced a smile as he addressed Donatello with slow words, “What I meant was that your brother is gonna end up with the same fate as a firework on Fourth of July.” He made an explosion motion and added his own sound effects, “I mean— come on! It’s like a dodge against a semi-truck— your bro stands no chance!”

“I think we can stand to disagree on that.” Donatello defended his brother calmly.

Raph fixed Donatello with a deadpan expression. “You’re not gonna back down are you?”

“Negatory.” Donatello finally smiled— little more than a slight curve of his lips, but still a smile. “Or way— would that be an affirmative? Eh. Doesn’t matter. Either way I believe we are done here.”

Without another word, he spun on his heels and carried himself confidently over to his brother’s side. Raph grumbled as he often did before taking his leave a few seconds after. There was a minute of stressful silence as both seconds reported to their brothers before Leo stepped forward again.

“Rule four. Draw your weapon only once there is a medic on sight with his back turned.”

Leonardo whistled. “I mean, not that I couldn’t beat you with my back turned, but seriously?”

“Not you.” Leo growled, “Donnie will be our medic on standby.” Leo motioned the tech genius to turn around, and Donnie hesitantly obeyed. This left only the Mikey’s watching. Once Leo was satisfied, he went on, “Rule five would usually include dueling at dawn, but I hardly think it matters down here.”

Leonardo looked up at the high ceiling and then down at Leo. 

“Rules six and seven are also moot given our particular circumstances. Unless you have a god you pray to…?”

“Eh, some may describe me as a God, but I think I forgive myself for my sins~”

It took everything Leo had to keep his cool. “Rule number eight. Your last chance to set the record straight.”

“Hey! That rhymed! Good for you!”

“Wait are you just getting these from the Hamilton Musical?” Donatello started to ask, but was interrupted; even as Leo spoke over him, he still continued to talk until he finished the sentence.

“Rule number nine! Look your enemy in the eye.” He and Leonardo locked gazes, “Meet your enemy in the middle…”

Leonardo and Leo took four paces each until they were directly in front of each other.

“Summon your courage in any way necessary.” Leo said cooly, giving a bow that Leonardo returned, “Take a minute to breathe, then take ten paces back.”

The Leo’s were almost in perfect sync as they took their paces backward, now several paces behind their seconds while still facing each other.

“Ready your sword…”

Twin katana and a single odachi were held at the ready.

“Take one final breath…”

No one in the room breathed.

“And count to ten. One… two… three… four...”

“...five...six…seven… eight... nine...”

“Ten.”

[emiefaunwrites]

hm…Leon celebrating Ishimaru's birthday or vice versa?

Hi anon! Ahhh thank you for this! I've done Leon's birthday earlier this year - which is below:

But not Taka yet! Wasn't expecting this til August but really happy to do it now!

I decided to go with their first celebration as a couple (which was like a month after they got together). Because everyone wants a happy Taka, right?

I hope this is what you're after! Thank you so much for the ask!!

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• Taka doesn't do birthdays.

• Well, he does OTHER people'a birthdays of course. They're important.

• But his own? Nah. No point - too much hassle for everyone.

• His dad has always bought him a gift and tried to take time off to be with him. Which Taka appreciates.

• But after a traumatic sixth birthday party where no one showed up and the only present he got from a school kid was a dead mouse, his parents decided not to make a huge deal anymore because it just hurt too much to see their little boy cry on his birthday.

• Fortunately for Taka, he has friends now. Friends who actually want to see him happy.

• And a new boyfriend who wants to spoil him rotten.

• After a bit of prying before they leave for the summer holidays, Leon figures out that Taka is doing nothing for his birthday.

• The thought makes him sad but the idea he has in his head makes it all better again.

• He enlists the help of Mondo, Chi and Hiro (of all people) - asking them to gather up the other people that Taka considers good friends ready for the 31st August.

• This being Hina, Sakura, Makoto (and therefore Kyoko) and Hifumi.

• He asks his dad to pull some strings at Taka's favourite museum and get them an afternoon there with food and balloons and everything.

• And OF COURSE he goes all out to get a present for him.

• Over the holidays, he and Taka don't see each other in person - having video chats whenever they can.

• That is, until Leon asks what he's doing for his birthday.

• 'Packing to go back to school most likely.'

• 'Great. Then we can meet up in the city for a few hours, yeah?'

• Taka wells up at this. He gets to spend HIS birthday with HIS BOYFRIEND!

• 'Yes of course! Thank you!'

• The plan is set into motion and the day before, Leon makes sure that everyone is still on. Which they are.

• He gets up SUPER early to decorate - hiding his present out of sight before everyone arrives and gets themselves ready to suprise Taka.

• He's super nervous when heading to the train station to meet Taka, suddenly worried that his boyfriend will hate it all.

• But Taka's smile has him melting, all worries disappearing into a warm hug.

• They chatter on the way, hand in hand as Leon pretends they're aimlessly wandering but in fact carefully leading them to the museum.

• And as planned, Tska's eyes light up at the sight.

• 'You wanna go in?'

• 'Can we?'

• 'It's your birthday. We'll do whatever you want.'

• Of course they go in. And it takes Taka far too long to realise how quiet it is (because he's totally distracted staring at Leon).

• 'Wait a minute. It's very quiet. Where is every...'

• 'SURPRISE!'

• Taka yelps in shock, grabbing onto Leon's arm at the sound of cheers and party poppers.

• But at the sight of all his friends smiling at him, the balloons that say HAPPY BIRTHDAY and Leon's soft yet nervous smile, he bursts out crying happy tears.

• The boy can't stop smiling as everyone gathers around him, treating him like the VIP he so totally deserves to be.

• There's silly little games that everyone gets into - pass the parcel, pin the tail on the dino...

• And of course there's cake - rich chocolate baked by Hina and Sakura.

• It's finally time for presents. Taka takes a seat as everyone proudly hands over their gifts.

• There's a range of practical (stationary from Sakura and a few hoodies from Makoto and Kyoko) to tasty (chocolate donuts from Hina) to creative (a custom art piece from Hifumi) to downright weird (some strange voodoo things from Hiro).

• When he recieves a personal tablet from Chi and a custom hemlet from Mondo, he barely thinks he can take anymore.

• But there's still Leon to go. Best til last, after all.

• 'Close your eyes, okay?'

• Taka does as he's told, trying to figure out what on earth Leon could have got him.

• But of course he has no clue and is thrown even more when he hears Hina and Chi start cooing happily about 'romantic'.

• 'Alright, open your eyes.'

• The first thing Taka sees is a lot of grey and white. Then as he looks up, there's a splodge of red in the middle.

• It takes a while for him to realise that he's looking at a giant plushie holding a heart - big enough that it's probably as tall as he is when stood up.

• And it takes even longer to realise that it's Totoro - the first film he and Leon watched together.

• 'Happy birthday, beautiful.'

• Peeking around the side is a very anxious Leon, only grinning when Taka smiles wetly and launches himself into a hug that encompasses both him and Totoro.

• 'You like him?'

• 'He's perfect. Just like you.'

• And that's the cue for everyone else to filter out, quickly saying goodbye before leaving the lovebirds to have a tender moment.

• Well. Everyone but Hiro, who Leon roped into giving them a lift back home.

• Poor Hiro has to deal with being a proper third wheel - which he's cool with since he's pretty chill about nearly everything.

• The dude even gets out the car when they stop outside Taka's house to give them some private time - opting to help carry Taka's presents to the door while they makeout in the back seat for a few minutes.

• And oh man, is Takaaki confused when Taka comes into the kitchen with a giant plushie.

• But as he hears about his son's first successful birthday party, organised by his first ever romantic partner, Takaaki's opinion of Leon goes up tenfold.

• (Bonus scene that didn't quite make the cut: Takaaki opens the door to Hiro holding the giant Totoro and gets the COMPLETE wrong idea. Only for Hiro to laugh, say he's just a friend and Taka's making out with Leon in the back of his car.

• 'But hey - don't interrupt them, man. They're REALLY going for it, you know?'

• Inner freakout of the year takes place in Takaaki's mind of his pure, innocent boy becoming a man.)

[your-1up-girl]

This Freedom Doesn’t Scare Me at All

A bit of an AU where the stories of FF7r and KH are combined to create this fanfic. There are going to be somethings that don't match the FF universe but just roll with it for this fic. Aerith talks about freedom with Naminé who is experiencing everything herself. For @aerith-week day 5. 

Word Count: 1788

Warnings: Slight Clerith and Namiku. Also descriptions of someone getting badly injured and character death but I hope it’s not too bad.

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“Cid, just give me a list! You don’t have to explain what each part does!”

“Last time I gave you a list, you came back with things that were never even on there!”

“But did you use them?”

“I’ll just wait outside…” Aerith quickly got herself out of the argument that was about to explode between Cid and Cloud. It was just going to be a simple errand run but when Cid wanted parts for his computer, it became an all day endeavor. He would get mad if you got the wrong one. Even if you followed the list to a T, he would still find something wrong with it.

“THEN WHY NOT JUST BUY THEM YOURSELF CID?!?” Ah, Aerith heard that Yuffie caught wind of the debate. It’s a good thing Merlin wasn’t home, he would have had all of their heads...Maybe she should give him a call? Her thought was interrupted when she saw Naminé sitting in the flowers. Her head was tilted up at the sky and a sketchbook in her lap.

"Hello Naminé, may I join you?"

Naminé was startled for just a moment before responding, "Oh yes, sorry I just got distracted." Aerith fixed her dress and sat next to her. She noticed that there was some art supplies near her and on the page of the book was the sky above them and some of the buildings in the square. "Do you ever just look up at the sky?" The question came out of nowhere and sounded more rhetorical so Aerith remained silent so the young girl could continue. "The sky looks so different every place you go. The sunrise on Destiny Island is different than the sunset in Twilight Town. And the evening sky in the Land of Departure is vastly different that the daytime here in Radiant Garden." As Naminé talked to Aerith, she flipped through her sketch book. She had different skies of each location she named. "I try to draw the sky where ever I go but, it just doesn't give the real thing justice. It was one thing to see everything through Sora's memories, but to experience everything for myself." Naminé took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. "This is like nothing I have ever experienced before." Aerith just listened to Naminé. It was nice to see the girl experience this new life she got to have. Her smile was still there but Aerith could see her eyes had a somber look to them, "Riku says he's going to ask the King if we can take the Gummi ship and go to all the different worlds they went to but, I just feel all that open world it I just..."

"You get scared?"

"Yeah. Do you know that feeling?"

"I think I know that feeling all too well." Aerith fixed her dress. Naminé was waiting for her to continue and Aerith sighed. "Cloud, Leon, Tifa, we aren't actually from Radiant Garden. We're actually from a place called Midgar."

"What was Midgar like?"

"I have no idea. You see, I was born in a lab. What I mean is that my mom had me in a lab. For the first few years of my life, I was trapped. It was just me, my mom, and the scientists who would run tests on us. It was awful. The only resemblance of outside I got to experience were from the stories that my Mother would read to me."

"I had no idea."

"It's okay, no one really knew. Plus, it's not something that I really talk about."

"You don't have to tell me if this is too much for you."

"No, sometimes it's good to talk about these things. I lived in the lab for the first few years of my life. Then, when I was maybe about eight? Nine? My mom decided she would take me and we would escape. How she was able to come up with a plan to get us out of there was beyond me. But she did it. Unfortunately for us, that was the same day that the Heartless attack our world and we lost it to darkness. Up until that moment, I thought that the world was just as beautiful as the way I imagined it in the book." Aerith hugged her knees close to her as she remembered. "I was so terrified as she carried me outside. Everything was falling, the sky was an awful mix of black, yellow, and purple. People were being turned into Heartless. I was traumatized."

"Your Mother, did she turn into..."

Aerith shook her head, "No. As she ran, a part of a building fell in front of us. It caused us to fall into the slums below. My Mother took most of the fall to keep me safe. Even when I told her I would walk, she wouldn't let me go. At this point she could barely move and she fell. The fall was too much for her. And of course, because luck was on our side that day, more debris fell on her. It pinned her to the ground. It was the first time I looked at her since we escaped. Her face was bloodied and her left arm had a gash that ran down her forearm. Her lip was cut and so was the top of her head. She wouldn't move and I could see that the Darkness was coming closer. I called out for help and tied to move her, but of course I couldn't do anything. Cid found us as he was taking everyone to his Gummi ship. He ran to us and my Mother just said, Take care of Aerith." Aerith wiped a tear from her cheek and continued. "I must have passed out because we made it to Radiant Garden and I was in a bed at Merlin's house."

Naminé leaned in close to Aerith doing anything she could to comfort her, "What happened once you made it here?"

"I didn't leave my room. I was young and in my mind I connected the idea of escaping to the world ending again. I thought that if I even looked outside everything would collapse. So, I kept my door closed at all times and the curtains drawn. Everyone would try to get me to go outside but I was so afraid of the unknown that was out there. I thought that going outside would ruin everything all over again. I did that until I was about thirteen." Aerith looked down at Naminé who remained at her side. "But, I wasn't a complete hermit. I would talk to Yuffie and Tifa when they went out to the market place. Cid would talk to me about dinner recommendations or just how my day was. And Merlin brought me books. He saw that I brought the one my Mother would read to me so her would give me some of his old ones. My favorite was the one about flora and fauna. It was very large, each page was full of descriptions of how to take care of plants and animals. The plants fascinated me the most."

"How did Cloud help you?"

"Well Could, he was an introvert and would only see me if other people were in the room. But then one day he came to my room with a potted plant in his arms. He placed it on my dresser and said, 'It's one thing to look at them in pictures but I thought you might like the real deal.' That's what started it all." Aerith went into greater detail of how Cloud would bring her a new plant for her room until it eventually looked like a green house. "On my thirteenth birthday he brought me beautiful yellow lilies, but of course at that point there was no room for them." Aerith sighed as she recalled this memory and Naminé patiently waiting for her to continue, "I knew what he was going to say next, he said if I wanted more I would have to plant some outside." Aerith shook her head and laughed, "I wanted to throw him out of my room at that moment, flowers or not."

Naminé laughed with her, "So what did you do?"

"Well I didn't throw him out, but he could tell I was apprehensive about leaving my room. So he just told me, 'Aerith, you can't be afraid of living your life just because something bad may happen. Bad things happen to people all the time, but that doesn't stop everyone from experiencing the good.' He held out his hand for me to take. And even though I was screaming internally, I knew he was right. So I took his hand and we walked outside. Cloud didn't care that I held on to him. If anything he held me tighter when he felt that I was shaking. Finally, I walked out the door to this same beautiful sky that you see." They both looked up again. "When I stayed inside my room, it felt as thought the air was also suffocating me. I was trapped by my own fear. But when I walked outside, I could finally breathe again. I cried at how fresh the air, the breeze, everything felt so freeing."

"Sorry, that little anecdote I had, I guess I needed to talk about it after all." Aerith gave a nervous laugh but Naminé shook her head with a smile.

"No, don't worry, I understand what you were trying to tell me. I can't be afraid of all this freedom I now have. I was so used to being trapped that it became the only thing I knew. But know that I have a heart. The only thing that's stopping me is me." Naminé stood up with a new resolve. "I'm going with Riku! Nothing I going to stop me. Maybe we can invite Sora and Kairi too."

"That's the spirit, but something tells me that Riku would like to go with just you." Naminé didn't have too much time to think about what she meant because Cloud came up behind them.

"Hey, you ready? Cid finally gave me a list."

"Mhm. Naminé would you like to come with us? We could get you some art supplies or a new dress for when you go with Riku?"

Naminé had packed her things and was ready to head home but stopped, "Oh, you wouldn't mind?"

"No, not at all." Cloud smiled at her and took the small messenger bag that held her sketch book and color pencils. Standing in between them Naminé held Cloud's hand in her left and Aerith's in her right as they walked to the market place.

[sweet-symphony0]

Leon rescues Elliot from Vera

My lady! So sorry this is so atrociously late, life got in the way and for a bit there, the robot prompts scared me even though I was the one who asked for them. Just in time for the new year, right? 😅

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The first thing Leon noticed was the dead body on the floor with a knife sticking out the back. Keeping his gun close to him he inched further in, taking slow steps until he could make out who else was there.

He spotted Elliot, frozen, almost zombie-like in an armchair with a woman off to the side, looking equally traumatized. Leon took another step, quietly observing when the woman spotted him and she screamed. Elliot didn’t move, which was the only thing Leon cared about. His eyes moved from Elliot, to the woman, to the body, the pieces starting to click into place.

“Cuz,” he said, gaze shifting to Elliot. “You good?”

Elliot didn’t respond, so Leon looked to the woman for some kind of information then, who just shook her head fearfully. Leon looked down at his gun, back at the woman, and tucked his gun away and out of sight with a “we good now?” expression. “Yo, cuz” he said again to Elliot, who finally registered who it was.

Leon could see the thousand questions moving through his head so all he said was, “here for you. Let’s go.”

“Who-who are you?” The woman finally demanded, stepping a bit closer to Elliot, her expression still one a combination of fear and shock. “You can’t just take him-”

Elliot finally spoke up, his voice montone as ever. “Krista.”

Ah. So this was Krista. Leon relaxed considerably, she was good. She cared for Elliot too. She was protective, even, based on her stance, and the fact that she was the one who’d killed the fucker on the floor. Leon had to give her props. He respected her.

“We’re safe.” Elliot croaked out again. “He’s...good. This is Leon.”

“Good?!” And at Elliot’s pleading, somewhat numb expression, an expression screaming for her to trust him, again, Krista deflated. It looked like as he knew of her, she knew of him, too. Leon took that as his cue to step away, heading back out.

“I’ll be downstairs. Take ya time, but don’t take too long. Get me?”

He lit a cigarette once he was outside as he waited, surveying the street. Two minutes later, Krista was leading Elliot down the steps and out the door, who looked like he was barely functioning. Not for the first time, Leon wondered what kind of shit Elliot had landed himself in.

“The nearest precinct,” Krista said with a tone that brooked no argument as she got Elliot into the backseat. Leon shrugged, and shifted the gear into drive, pulling out of the spot.

He parked them across the street from the precinct, and watched silently as Krista and Elliot argued silently over whether Elliot should talk to the police. Elliot was crying, and the only thing Leon caught was “what do people like me do...when they find out about something like this?”

He couldn’t hear Krista’s response, but her expression was remorseful, and to his surprise, Elliot hugged her. Leon turned away, feeling like he was intruding on something private, and he lit another cigarette.

He looked up when Elliot opened the passenger side door, and leaned over to see Krista disappearing into the precinct. Elliot slid into the seat, crying slowly again, leaning his head back against the headrest. He didn’t give a shit where they were headed, Leon knew, so Leon drove out of town, headed to one of the safe houses.

They didn’t talk on the way. Words had never been their thing, anyway.

The safe house was in a shoddy apartment complex, no one else around and Leon parked the spot, waiting for a few seconds. Elliot didn’t register where they were, so Leon got out, going to unlock one of the apartments, beckoning Elliot closer.

“C’mon cuz. We safe here.” Elliot brushed past him, hands in his pockets with his hoodie over his head, and surveyed the room suspiciously. Leon shrugged, setting his pack of cigarettes down. “Want one?”

“No.”

“Suit yourself.” He lounged out on the bed, watching Elliot pace relentlessly, always watching something Leon couldn’t see.

After Leon’s second cigarette, Elliot was considerably more broken, reconciling with something that he couldn’t bear to.

He was crying again softly, and Leon stood up. “C’mon.” At Elliot’s incredulous look, Leon nudged his head out the door. “C’mon. I got you.”

Elliot followed him out the door, walking with Leon to the vacant parking lot, watching silently as Leon leaned against the wall and gestured at nothing. “Let it out.”

Elliot stared, and Leon elaborated. “Somethin’s eatin at you, man, gotta let it out. Ain’t good to keep that shit in, know what I’m sayin?” Elliot still stared brokenly but something registered in his eyes. Leon nodded. “Let it out. Aint nobody here but you ‘n me.”

Elliot was still staring, and then as he started to sob, he walked away a few steps, heartbreaking sobs of someone lost echoing in his wake. And then as Leon watched, he let go into the night.

Elliot screamed, the sound echoing around and then he screamed again.

Screamed, and screamed, the sound whistling in the wind and into the trees.

And Leon watched, and waited.

[softdadcarlos]

(You’re) Having My Baby

Masterlist

Fandom: Resident Evil/Biohazard

Pairing: Jill/Carlos

AU: Family Life

Summary: After a couple years of being happily married, Jill and Carlos are ready to grow their little family of two.

Requested by @vgames-lover​ and three anonymous users because yet again I combined requests! The title is taken from the song of the same name by Paul Anka and you’ll see why.

It was November 2003 and Jill had been suffering from a stomach bug for about week. She was a bit concerned, maybe the take out she had ordered - Carlos was out with Chris and Leon for Leon’s bachelor party - was bad as she had thrown up the next day and those following. Carlos, despite being slightly hungover, was there to hold her hair back as she muttered curses and promises never to order from that restaurant again. However, being very much under the weather meant she couldn’t go on the mission she was scheduled for and she counted her blessing that Claire’s bachelorette party had been the day before Leon’s. But Jill would not let some mystery illness stop her from attending her friends’ wedding, it would take much more than throwing up in the morning to stop her. Carlos, for his part, kept a close eye on her, understandably worried until he noticed something she murmured to herself while getting ready for the ceremony.

“Need to get new bras, these ones are starting to make my nipples hurt.”

Normally, those kinds of statements would be overlooked by someone who couldn’t put two and two together. But Carlos never overlooked anything when it came to Jill, it might have been a result of trauma but he felt the niggling urge to keep an eye on her, make sure she was safe and okay. So it was safe to say he was starting to piece together a picture and, if he was right about it, it was a picture he had wanted to paint for about a year at that point. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought of it.

He noticed her struggling to zip up her dress and went over to help, “You know, I think it might be worth picking up a pregnancy test on our way to the venue. We have been trying for a couple of months after all. We should also stay clear of alcohol today, just in case.”

Jill turned to him, a pensive look on her face, “You really think so?”

Carlos pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gave her a reassuring smile, “Better safe than sorry.”

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Jill was impatient throughout the ceremony, wanting to get to the bathroom as soon as possible. She was happy for her friends, she really was, and it was sweet seeing Sherry be flower girl yet again, this time for her adoptive parents but after what Carlos had said earlier she just had to know. So as soon as the ceremony was over and it was time for the reception, Jill sped away into the bathroom with the pregnancy test in her over the shoulder bag. Carlos was not aware that she was rushing to take the test. No, the poor man was none the wiser and followed after her, worried that she was having another bout of sickness. His concern grew when she locked the bathroom door behind her. He sighed, leaning against the wall as he waited for her to come out. He was stood there for about 5 minutes before he heard the door unlock and Jill emerged.

He grasped her shoulders, worry in his eyes as he looked her over, “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay. Carlos, I’m pregnant,” She beamed at him, tears welling up.

Carlos pulled her into a hug, kissing the crown of her head, “Hello pregnant, I’m dad.”

“Seriously? You’re starting with the terrible fucking dad jokes now?” Jill groaned, nuzzling into his neck.

He shrugged, “I’m a dad now, it’s my job to make bad jokes that embarrass my family.”

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Although Carlos said that they both wouldn’t drink, Jill managed to convince him that he should be allowed to drink as they were now celebrating two things. She got a few looks from their friends as she turned away drinks because if there was something Jill never said no to, it was a free drink. Instead, she would either pass the offered drink to Carlos or sip on some sort of soft drink with an excuse of “I’m the designated driver.” But maybe she made a mistake passing drinks to him. Even though they agreed to stay quiet until the next day as not to detract attention away from the newlywed couple, there Carlos was, fucking serenading her.

“Having my baby. What a lovely way of saying how much you love me. Having my baby. What a lovely way of saying what you're thinking of me.” Carlos sang over the sound of the reception, on one knee, cradling her hand between his as their friends stared at them.

He was cut off before he could continue by Claire rushing over to envelope Jill in a hug, “Oh my god! Jill, you’re pregnant?! How long have you known?”

Jill’s face was red under all the attention, “Today… although I feel Carlos had an inkling sooner since he’s the one that suggested I buy a test this morning.”

“This is the best wedding gift! I’m going to be an auntie!”

The rest of the evening was filled with congratulations and getting Carlos to drink enough water to sober up slightly so he wouldn’t be as hungover in the morning. Chris helped to get Carlos home, insisting that since she was pregnant she shouldn’t be lugging her husband around. A husband that was now just speaking Spanish and making Jill very very thankful Chris only knew the basics of the language as Carlos was getting rather… colourful in verbally displaying his affection to his wife. Chris even opted to stay in their guest room as they had “much to talk about” the next morning.

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The following day saw Chris and Rebecca sat on one sofa as Jill and Carlos, who was nursing a slight hangover that wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, sat on the opposite one. They hadn’t been expecting Rebecca to knock on their door at 10am but they weren’t entirely surprised since she had been the one to keep an eye on Jill’s health over the years.

“First things first, I’m going to state the obvious: You won’t be able to go on missions for about one year at the very least. Not only would it be dangerous for the baby for you to still go while pregnant, but pregnancy and birth itself is traumatic for the body. You’ll need time to recuperate afterwards. I recommend a two-year leave. Maybe longer depending on how quickly you get back into a fit state.” Rebecca declared sternly, eyeing up the coffee Jill had in front of her.

Chris crossed his arms, “We knew that already. I was planning to talk about her leave today and have her help me pick out a suitable temporary replacement for the meantime.”

Jill was about to take a sip of her coffee when Rebecca reached her hand out and covered the top of it.

“Sorry Jill, but it’s going to be decaf until after the post-birth recovery period.”

Carlos took the coffee from her and headed into the kitchen with it and his own.

Jill levelled Rebecca with a stare, “Decaf tastes like burnt toast.”

Carlos came back in with two glasses of orange juice, “It’s for the good of you and pequeño. But you won’t have to suffer a coffeeless world alone, whatever you’re not allowed, I won’t have either.”

Jill smiled at him as she accepted the offered juice, hand coming to rest on his knee once he was seated again.

“What else is there ‘Becca? What do I need to purge from the pantry.” Carlos asked, lacing his fingers with Jill’s.

Rebecca reached into her bag and pulled a document from its confines, “It’s all written here but I’ll give you a brief rundown. Unpasteurised or mould-ripened dairy products are a no go. Uncooked meats, liver, any and all pates and game meats are not to be eaten. Liver contains high amounts of Vitamin A which can be harmful to the baby. Raw and partially cooked eggs as well as: duck, goose or quail eggs are dangerous unless cooked solid, no runny eggs.” She flicked over to the next page, “Oily fish is to be limited to two portions a week. Tuna should be limited to 140g a week as it contains the most mercury than any other fish. Swordfish, marlin, shark meat and raw shellfish should be avoided. Sadly herbal teas should be limited to four cups a day if you were looking to them as a replacement for coffee. Fruits and vegetables must be thoroughly washed before eating or cooking. Oh and no multivitamin supplements as they can contain vitamin A. That should be about it.”

She handed the document to Jill who was frowning. Carlos had been nodding along the entire time, Jill could see the cogs working away in his head as he thought about what was currently in their kitchen cupboards.

“Is there anything that needs doing asap?” Jill asked.

“A simple urine test to see how far along you are, then we can try to predict a due date.”

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The due date they had been given was for mid-August and an ultrasound scan during the second trimester revealed they’d be having a baby girl. Carlos had reached out to Barry to help them set up a nursery as well as set up a birthing plan, a fount of knowledge thanks to being a father of two. One thing Jill hadn’t accounted for was Carlos becoming more protective than he had been before. He hardly let her in her office, saying that she might stress herself out and that wouldn’t be good for her or the baby. If she wanted to go out with the girls for a chill night, he would text her every half hour to make sure she was okay. She wasn’t mad, not at all. In fact, she completely understood his behaviour. It was just… a tad much sometimes. The bigger her stomach became the more anxious he became about her going out because “What if something happens and I can’t be there to help.”

So there Jill was, sat between her husband’s legs as she leant against him playing Animal Crossing (a game she had grown addicted to much to Carlos’ relief) on the GameCube he bought her as an apology for his worrying ways. She had started taking to wearing his clothes instead of the expensive maternity they had bought because she just found them more comfortable and comforting. Carlos wasn’t complaining, loving the sight of his rounded wife waddling about in his clothes. He had his arms resting around her front, hands pressed to her belly under his baggy shirt, feeling their pequeño’s little kicks. She was definitely going to be a fighter like her mum, that much Carlos could tell.

As it was August, Carlos had a hospital packed and ready to go as well as Barry on speed dial. They had decided on a hospital birth instead of a home birth just in case there were complications at Barry’s suggestion after all. Jill felt a little bad for the older former S.T.A.R.S member, Carlos had been picking his brains ever since they formally announced the pregnancy.

“Carlos playing this game makes me see why you were a communist. Slaving away to pay a raccoon who does nothing is insulting. Fucking Tom Nook-”

Carlos was chuckling until his wife cut herself off, “What is it?”

“...I think my water just broke…”

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Twelve laborious hours later and Eliza Anne Valentine was welcomed into the world. Sure Carlos’ hand hurt like a bitch but he wasn’t complaining if the small chubby baby in Jill’s arms was the end result. He smiled as he watched the scene. Jill was sweaty, her hair a mess as she tiredly greeted their child, stroking her small round cheeks.

“Hello there Eliza, I’m your mama. I’m going to make the world a safe place for you. I promise.” She looked to Carlos, unshed tears in her eyes, “Do you want to hold her?”

Carlos nodded unable to form words with how his throat tightened. Carefully, oh so carefully, they passed the small bundle of joy from one to the other. And upon seeing his daughter’s face, he started crying. She had his nose and her mother’s mouth. Her hair was dark but matted with embryonic fluids so there was no way of telling its actual colour in that moment. He wondered what colour eyes she’d have when she finally opens them. But no matter what traits she took, Carlos didn’t care. She was made from them and their love. She was going to be perfect in his eyes no matter what.

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A/N: To break your hearts further, the way Jill’s maternity leave works out means her first mission back is the one she “dies” in.

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Thank you for your perspective about the Emma scene! The cold mask you mentioned is spot on, & the sunglasses only helped emphasize this (The shades are a bit goofy, but obv Capcom just wanted to hide her face for the full reveal) If you play Leon's route in his OG outfit, then Ada is already in her dress w/o glasses, so you actually get to see her all micro-expressions in that scene. She stay fully composed until she hears the gunshot go off, then you can see she's visibly sad & sorry for Kendo

& for the comparison of Marvin as a guide for Leon, he tells Leon to not make his mistake and do not hesitate to take them out or run. (Marvin hesitates when Brad still shows a bit of humanity by saying "Sorry", which ultimately gets him bit & killed in the end), so who's to say had he lived to encounter Emma that he wouldn't hesitate to shoot her? If The Walking Dead taught us anything, it's that a fully turned zombie (even kids unfortunately) is a serious threat to actually living people

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I’m glad you liked it! 😊 And yeah, replaying the game recently (and that scene over and over and over again for screenshots and video takes - yall have no idea) I’ve come to have a new appreciation for it. My first few playthroughs, the scene hardly registered to me, but re2 Ada has a strong set of micro-expressions that you can oftentimes even see beneath her ridiculous glasses. There are a few key points of that scene that are interesting to me - and maybe when I have more time I’ll go through a play by play with screenshots to form a full analysis - but my favorite part is when Ada threatens to shoot Emma. Because it’s cold. Like, ice cold. No voice inflections or hesitation. Nothing to indicate that she wouldn’t shoot her. And with Leon right there? Why would she say that?

Ada’s masks are truly interesting to break down, because she has a lot of them. What made Leon hesitant around her and what makes her presence discordant to the player is the fact that she switches masks in the re2 remake. Right in front of Leon on multiple occasions. She’s trying to put up a cold and efficient FBI front, but in a flash she’s switching to her ‘can i get you to do this for me’ puppy dog eyes seduction. And that isn’t even to mention the aloof uncaring persona in contrast with the both of those. She whips out the cold mask fast in this situation, and it’s jarring to the player. Because she’s been competent but involved Ada up until now, not cold and ruthless Ada. 

But she doesn’t shoot. She waits. It’s a threat, likely because they’re in a dangerous situation with a man who’s volatility she can’t pinpoint (parents will go to great lengths to protect their children, and he’s already pulled his gun on Leon without provocation). And when Leon asks her to lower her gun, she does with no complaint.

You’re right about her showing the most emotion when the gun goes off, but there are a few points before then that we see other breaks in her mask. Ugh XD, I really want to go through that scene again and take some screenshots. I’ll have to put that down on the event sheet for Ada Positivity Hours lmao.

Anyways, this was a ramble and I’m sorry for that 😅. I get into texty messes when I get passionate and then they stop making sense when I wear myself out typing them lolol. 

I also wanted to say that your point about Marvin is interesting, though. I have a hard time believing he could ever pull the trigger on a kid unless he absolutely had to, but he did go through a majorly traumatic event at the hands of his friends and workmates. We can’t really say because he isn’t there in the game, but at the same time I feel it safe to give my conclusion based on my interpretations of both Ada and Marvin’s characters: that neither of them would ever pull the trigger on Emma unless she was fully zombified and literally at their throats (and even then is iffy). 

But like, the sentiment that you’re forced to kill people you shouldn’t have to is a pretty big one in media with zombies. If we’re going to judge Ada for a threat she doesn’t even follow through with and likely never would have, I think we would have to judge other characters for going through the same thought processes on multiple occasions. This is a pretty big theme for zombie movies. It isn’t as if she was just suggesting killing an innocent out of the blue lol.

Anyways, again, thanks for the ask anon! You’ve given me a lot to think about. Hopefully this response is comprehensible XD.

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15 Books I Want To Read That are Releasing in the Next 6 Monthes

Every six monthes, I am excited to see the new LGBTQA+ YA books of the next monthes and while thos December, I was a little weirded out to not find them on B&N Teen previews, I was happy to see that Dahlia Adler posted her lists and opinions at lgbtqreads.com. So, of course I went through and narrowed the list from 72 to 34 to 15, only choosing books that I felt I really wanted to read and not just fall for all the amazing synopses and covers, which let's be honest, are all truly masterpieces.

But enough introduction. Let's get into my to be bought (and read) list of the first six monthes of 2020:

We Used to Be Friends by Amy Spalding - JANUARY 7TH

Goodreads Synopsis: Told in dual timelines—half of the chapters moving forward in time and half moving backward—We Used to Be Friends explores the most traumatic breakup of all: that of childhood besties. At the start of their senior year in high school, James (a girl with a boy’s name) and Kat are inseparable, but by graduation, they’re no longer friends. James prepares to head off to college as she reflects on the dissolution of her friendship with Kat while, in alternating chapters, Kat thinks about being newly in love with her first girlfriend and having a future that feels wide open. Over the course of senior year, Kat wants nothing more than James to continue to be her steady rock, as James worries that everything she believes about love and her future is a lie when her high-school sweetheart parents announce they’re getting a divorce. Funny, honest, and full of heart, We Used to Be Friends tells of the pains of growing up and growing apart.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Relationship breakups may be heavily covered in YA, but friendship breakup stories are still few and far between. Enter the story of James and Kat, two girls who were once beyond close and now watch their friendship unravel as college nears. Things are complicated for both girls: James’s mother has left her and her father for another guy, and she doesn’t know how to talk about it, not even to Kat or her still-too-present ex, Logan. Kat’s discovering that her feelings for her new friend Quinn aren’t strictly “friendly,” and in fact, she’s realizing she’s bisexual and falling head over heels for a girl. It’s a bittersweet story to be sure, and while it definitely has its fun scenes, close moments, painful familial interactions, and tingly romance (what Spalding book doesn’t??), you’ll spend much of the book wishing you could push the characters together and say “Just talk already”…but isn’t that exactly how life goes?

My Opinion: As someone who has been through too many friendship breakups to count, this read is going to be devastating. But I put this book on my list for one reason: the synopsis made it feel so much like life that I couldn't help but feel that the story would pull me into James and Kat's universe and tear my heart into pieces. I absolutely cannot wait to have my heartbroken.

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The Gravity of Us by Phil Stamper - FEBRUARY 4TH

Goodreads Synopsis: As a successful social media journalist with half a million followers, seventeen-year-old Cal is used to sharing his life online. But when his pilot father is selected for a highly publicized NASA mission to Mars, Cal and his family relocate from Brooklyn to Houston and are thrust into a media circus.

Amidst the chaos, Cal meets sensitive and mysterious Leon, another “Astrokid,” and finds himself falling head over heels—fast. As the frenzy around the mission grows, so does their connection. But when secrets about the program are uncovered, Cal must find a way to reveal the truth without hurting the people who have become most important to him.

Expertly capturing the thrill of first love and the self-doubt all teens feel, debut author Phil Stamper is a new talent to watch.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: This is a lovely and bighearted debut chock full of space nerdery, big dreams, new beginnings, and social media scandal. Cal’s life is completely uprooted when his dad shocks them all by being chosen for a space mission, something his family had never taken seriously as a lifelong dream. Worst of all, he’s forbidden from documenting life in the new compound, forcing him to leave his massive social media following behind. On the bright side, there’s Leon, son of another astronaut on the program and immediate thief of Cal’s heart. But when things go awry in the program and secrets are revealed, Cal will have to decide exactly what he’s willing to do to get the truth out there, and who he’s willing to lose.

My Opinion: Social Media? Media circus? Texas? NASA? First loves? And a choice that could implode Cal's life from the inside? The name Cal? Other than Texas, a state which I hate, all of this adds up to something good, hopefully so good that I can forget that Texas is involved at all. So, basically, it has to reach Red, White, and Royal Blue levels, which is the only book so far that has made me like Texas at all. But I trust that it will do well. Plus it was reviewed by 4 of authors on my queer bookshelf - Becky Albertalli, Adam Silvera, Shaun David Hutchinson, and Caleb Roehrig. Bonus points for not being a graphic novel like I feared it was.

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Only Mostly Devastated by Sophie Gonzales -MARCH 3RD

Goodreads Synopsis: Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda meets Clueless, inspired by Grease.

When Ollie meets his dream guy, Will, over summer break, he thinks he’s found his Happily Ever After. But once summer’s ended, Will stops texting him back, and Ollie finds himself one prince short of a fairytale ending. To complicate the fairytale further, a family emergency sees Ollie uprooted and enrolled at a new school across the country—Will’s school—where Ollie finds that the sweet, affectionate and comfortably queer guy he knew from summer isn’t the same one attending Collinswood High. This Will is a class clown, closeted—and, to be honest, a bit of a jerk.

Ollie has no intention of pining after a guy who clearly isn’t ready for a relationship. But as Will starts ‘coincidentally’ popping up in every area of Ollie’s life, from music class to the lunch table, Ollie finds his resolve weakening. The last time he gave Will his heart, Will handed it back to him trampled and battered. Ollie would have to be an idiot to trust him with it again.

Right? Right.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Grease goes gay YA in this rom-com about two boys whose dreamy summer fling comes crashing into a harsh reality when our lead, Oliver, transfers to Will’s school thanks to a family crisis-driven move, only to find out Will isn’t Out and isn’t about to be. As Ollie finds his own ways to settle in, he can’t seem to shake Will’s presence. But whether there’s a future for them remains to be seen. This sophomore novel is warmly delightful and delightfully warm, with some tears on the side for the aforementioned family crisis, and some hard-earned queer solidarity is the icing on the cake. 

My Opinion: The last musical-ly queer book I read was What If It's Us? so Ollie and Will have a lot to live up to, but it gets points for getting an Instagram shoutout from Becky Albertalli herself. From the synopses, it sounds like a case of strangers to lovers to strangers to maybe friends to maybe something more and hopefully a happy ending, but what I look forward to the most is rewriting Summer Nights as I read this book.

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Super Adjacent by Crystal Cestari - MARCH 17TH

Goodreads Synopsis: Claire has always wanted to work with superheroes, from collecting Warrior Nation cards as a kid to drafting "What to Say to a Hero" speeches in her diary. Now that she's landed a coveted internship with the Chicago branch of Warrior Nation, Claire is ready to prove she belongs, super or not. But complicating plans is the newest WarNat hero, Girl Power (aka Joy), who happens to be egotistical and self-important ... and pretty adorable.

Bridgette, meanwhile, wants out of WarNat. After years of dating the famous Vaporizer (aka Matt), she's sick of playing second, or third, or five-hundredth fiddle to all the people-in-peril in the city of Chicago. Of course, once Bridgette meets Claire-who's clearly in need of a mentor and wingman-giving up WarNat becomes slightly more complicated. It becomes a lot more complicated when Joy, Matt, and the rest of the heroes go missing, leaving only Claire and Bridgette to save the day.

In this fresh and funny take on the world of supers, author Crystal Cestari spotlights what it's like to be the seemingly non-super half of a dynamic duo with banter-filled romance and bold rescues perfect for readers seeking a great escape.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Claire is a superhero fangirl, a card-carrying member of Warrior Nation. And when she finds an unexpected way (with some unexpected help) into winning an internship with the Chicago WarNat branch, it should be everything she’s ever dreamed of. But that unexpected help is proving very difficult to work with; it’s in the form of Girl Power (aka Joy), the newest hero and a pain in Claire’s butt. A very, very cute pain in Claire’s butt.  But distraction or no distraction, Claire’s determined to prove herself, especially when she and Bridgette, a WarNat, who’s tired of being “the girlfriend” to an even more famous hero, decides to mentor her and they end up having to be exactly the heroes Chicago needs. 

My Opinion: Two words. Super. Heroes.

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Music From Another World by Robin Talley - MARCH 31ST

Goodreads Synopsis: It’s summer 1977 and closeted lesbian Tammy Larson can’t be herself anywhere. Not at her strict Christian high school, not at her conservative Orange County church and certainly not at home, where her ultrareligious aunt relentlessly organizes antigay political campaigns. Tammy’s only outlet is writing secret letters in her diary to gay civil rights activist Harvey Milk…until she’s matched with a real-life pen pal who changes everything.

Sharon Hawkins bonds with Tammy over punk music and carefully shared secrets, and soon their letters become the one place she can be honest. The rest of her life in San Francisco is full of lies. The kind she tells for others—like helping her gay brother hide the truth from their mom—and the kind she tells herself. But as antigay fervor in America reaches a frightening new pitch, Sharon and Tammy must rely on their long-distance friendship to discover their deeply personal truths, what they’ll stand for…and who they’ll rise against.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Talley is one of queer YA’s most prolific genre jumpers, but she seems to be making herself beautifully at home in historical with this follow-up to 2018’s Pulp, again set amid a context of vital queer American history. This time around, it’s 1977, and Tammy Larson would love more than anything to come out of the closet as a lesbian, but that’s a major no-go where she lives. Her only outlet is to write “letters” to the activist Harvey Milk, at least until she’s matched with a pen pal to whom she can write letters for real. Sharon makes for a much better companion than Tammy’s diary, and she can sympathize, given her brother is gay and feeling all the same misery in the wake of Anita Bryant’s leading to a successful repeal of their protections. Together they’ll find their own brand of activism and learn to fight back against a world of hate. 

My Opinion: Ever since reading Annie On My Mind by Nancy Garden, I have been craving more historical sapphic girls. With Pulp in my Kindle library and this in my future shopping cart + Casey McQuiston's time traveling book in 2021, I am bound to get a fix for that craving soon. Hopefully, it will also cure heartbreak.

Loveless by Alice Oseman - APRIL 2ND

Goodreads Synopsis: The fourth novel from the phenomenally talented Alice Oseman – one of the most authentic and talked-about voices in contemporary YA.

Georgia feels loveless – in the romantic sense, anyway. She’s eighteen, never been in a relationship, or even had a crush on a single person in her whole life. She thinks she's an anomaly, people call her weird, and she feels a little broken. But she still adores romance – weddings, fan fiction, and happily ever afters. She knows she’ll find her person one day … right?

After a disastrous summer, Georgia is now at university, hundreds of miles from home. She is more determined than ever to find love – and her annoying roommate, Rooney, is a bit of a love expert, so perhaps she can help.

But maybe Georgia just doesn’t feel that way about guys. Or girls. Or anyone at all. Maybe that's okay. Maybe she can find happiness without falling in love. And maybe Rooney is a little more loveless than she first appears.

LOVELESS is a journey of identity, self-acceptance, and finding out how many different types of love there really are. And that no one is really loveless after all.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Oseman’s crossed the pond before with Radio Silence, so this American’s fingers are crossed she’ll do it again with her newest, about a girl named Georgia who’s struggling with the fact that she’s eighteen and has never had so much as a crush. She’s sick of people thinking she’s broken or weird, and it isn’t like she isn’t into romance; she’s just not into it for herself. When she gets to university, she thinks maybe she can “fix” things with her roommate’s help. But what if it turns out there’s nothing to fix, and Georgia’s great and perfectly capable of happiness just as she is?

My Opinion: Alice Oseman has written a-spec characters before, but it's possible that this seemingly aromantic character will be the one that I'll read first. Not to say Radio Silence wasn't amazing, I just wouldn't know. But I can't wait to find out when I read it after I read this one. And then maybe her other books too.

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Verona Comics by Jennifer Dugan - APRIL 21ST

Goodreads Synopsis: Jubilee has it all together. She’s an elite cellist, and when she’s not working in her stepmom’s indie comic shop, she’s prepping for the biggest audition of her life. Ridley is barely holding it together. His parents own the biggest comic-store chain in the country, and Ridley can’t stop disappointing them–that is, when they’re even paying attention. They meet one fateful night at a comic convention prom, and the two can’t help falling for each other. Too bad their parents are at each other’s throats every chance they get, making a relationship between them nearly impossible . . . unless they manage to keep it a secret. Then again, the feud between their families may be the least of their problems. As Ridley’s anxiety spirals, Jubilee tries to help but finds her focus torn between her fast-approaching audition and their intensifying relationship. What if love can’t conquer all? What if each of them needs more than the other can give?

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Dugan debuted with one of my absolute favorite queer YA rom-coms (seriously, if you haven’t yet read Hot Dog Girl, do yourself a favor), so I’m thrilled to see her returning with another one, this one an m/f pairing where both halves of the couple are bi (or, more accurately, one is bi and one is still figuring it out). [Jubilee] is an elite cellist with a major audition coming up and a side job working at her stepmom’s indie comic shop.  Ridley works at his parents’ comic shop too, only theirs is a big chain, and no friend to the little guy. Which makes it a little difficult when the two meet at a comic-con prom and immediately hit it off, despite their family feud. I’ll take Romeo & Juliet with a much happier ending and heaps of bisexuality any day, wouldn’t you?

My Opinion: Romeo and Juliet retelling + comic convention prom + bisexuality + indie comic shops = a recipe for me to like a book.

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When You Get the Chance by Tom Ryan and Robin Stevenson-MAY 5TH

Goodreads Synopsis: [Edited] Cousins Mark [from the East coast of Canada] and Talia [from the West coast of Canada] go on a road trip to Pride in Toronto as they search for love and adventure and uncover family secrets along the way.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: One of the things I’m often asked to recommend is books that feature mlm and wlw solidarity, and I especially love giving answers that show it not just in characters but in authorship. Here, two Canadian rock stars of queer YA come together with a story about cousins named Mark and Talia who are reunited from their respective Canadian coasts after a death in the family and decide to take a road trip together to Toronto so Talia can see her non-binary partner and Mark can get to Pride. The two don’t have much in common, and they’ll have to let Mark’s little sister tag along, but they both know some kind of magic awaits them in TO, and they can’t wait to get there. 

My Opinion: There is too much to love about this book. Canada! WLW or WLNB/MLM solidarity! Canadian road trip! Road trips in general! Canadian Pride! PRIDE IN GENERAL! A nonbinary s/o! TORONTO, CANADA! And family secrets! Plus it gives off You Know Me Well vibes, and that's one of my favorites.

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The Extraordinaries by T.J. Klune - MAY 5TH

Goodreads Synopsis:

Some people are extraordinary. Some are just extra.

Nick Bell? Not extraordinary. But being the most popular fanfiction writer in the Extraordinaries fandom is a superpower, right?

After a chance encounter with Shadow Star, Nova City’s mightiest hero (and Nick’s biggest crush), Nick sets out to make himself extraordinary. And he’ll do it with or without the reluctant help of Seth Gray, Nick’s best friend (and maybe the love of his life).

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Klune’s doing double duty this year (or maybe even more? Damn, it’s hard to keep up), following up an adult contemporary fantasy with his first entry into YA, about a boy named Nick who happens to be the Extraordinaries fandom’s most popular fanfic writer, and who aims to be even more extraordinary when he meets the hero he’s been crushing on. (But maybe he’s in love with his best friend, Seth? It’s complicated. It’s always complicated.) 

My Opinion: What can I say? I'm a sucker for books about fanfic writers. And for best friends to lovers stories, so hopefully this is one, and not a fan-dates-hero story.

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The Summer of Impossibilities by Rachel Allen - MAY 12TH

Goodreads Synopsis: Skyler, Ellie, Scarlett and Amelia Grace are forced to spend the summer at the lake house where their moms became best friends.

One can’t wait. One would rather gnaw off her own arm than hang out with a bunch of strangers just so their moms can drink too much wine and sing Journey two o’clock in the morning. Two are sisters. Three are currently feuding with their mothers.

One almost sets her crush on fire with a flaming marshmallow. Two steal the boat for a midnight joyride that goes horribly, awkwardly wrong. All of them are hiding something.

One falls in love with a boy she thought she despised. Two fall in love with each other. None of them are the same at the end of the summer. 

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Allen’s been a personal favorite of mine since her subversive feminist debut, 17 First Kisses, and I’m thrilled to see her releasing her first queer YA, which basically looks like a gay Traveling Pants except not all the girls actually wanna be spending the summer together at the lake house where their moms became besties. Most of them can’t even stand their moms right now. All of them have secrets. And two of them…well, two of them are in love with each other, so one way or another it’s gonna be a hell of a summer.

My Opinion: Look, I'm going to be honest, I saw that it was co.pared to Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and I immediately added it to my list. Plus, strangers to friends to lovers? I love.

Date Me, Bryson Keller! by Kevin van Whye - MAY 19TH

Goodreads Synopsis: What If It's Us meets To All the Boys I've Loved Before in this upbeat and heartfelt boy-meets-boy romance that feels like a modern twist on a '90s rom-com!

Everyone knows about the dare: Each week, Bryson Keller must date someone new--the first person to ask him out on Monday morning. Few think Bryson can do it. He may be the king of Fairvale Academy, but he's never really dated before.

Until a boy asks him out, and everything changes.

Kai Sheridan didn't expect Bryson to say yes. So when Bryson agrees to secretly go out with him, Kai is thrown for a loop. But as the days go by, he discovers there's more to Bryson beneath the surface, and dating him begins to feel less like an act and more like the real thing. Kai knows how the story of a gay boy liking someone straight ends. With his heart on the line, he's awkwardly trying to navigate senior year at school, at home, and in the closet, all while grappling with the fact that this "relationship" will last only five days. After all, Bryson Keller is popular, good-looking, and straight . . . right?

Kevin van Whye delivers an uplifting and poignant coming-out love story that will have readers rooting for these two teens to share their hearts with the world--and with each other.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: If this book looks like the cutest, fluffiest, most make-you-melt kind of romance, it’s because it is…at least in the little romantic bubble that ensued when  when Kai took advantage of a dare that requires Bryson Keller to agree to date the first person to ask him out every Monday morning for that week. But outside the bubble, the world is still wondering who Bryson Keller’s mystery girlfriend is, the one person not to shout from the rooftops that she’s got the guy. And Kai isn’t gonna be the one to tell them it isn’t a girl at all; his spontaneous request made Bryson the first and only person he’s ever come out to. But when both the answer and Kai himself are forcibly outed, he and the boy he’s come to fall for, the boy who’s only just realized he himself is gay, will have to band together and put their relationship through the ultimate test.

My Opinion: A lot of these books are comparing themselves to Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda, and this one's even comparing itself to To All the Boys I've Loved Before, so it's basically setting me up for disappointment, but I will admit, I am judging this book by it's cover, and that smile is too cute to resist.

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I Kissed Alice by Anna Birch - MAY 26TH

Goodreads Synopsis: For fans of Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda and Fangirl, I Kissed Alice is a romantic comedy about enemies, lovers, and everything in between.

Rhodes and Iliana couldn't be more different, but that's not why they hate each other. Hyper-gifted artist Rhodes has always excelled at Alabama's Conservatory of the Arts despite a secret bout of creator's block, while transfer student Iliana tries to outshine everyone with her intense, competitive work ethic. Since only one of them can get the coveted Capstone scholarship, the competition between them is fierce.

They both escape the pressure on a fanfic site where they are unknowingly collaborating on a graphic novel. And despite being worst enemies in real life, their anonymous online identities I-Kissed-Alice and Curious-in-Cheshire are starting to like each other...a lot. When the truth comes out, will they destroy each other's future?

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Sign me the hell up for literally every enemies-to-lovers f/f rom-com, but especially this one, where the girls who hate each other at Alabama’s Conservatory for the Arts have no idea they’re falling for each other online as they collaborate on a graphic novel for a fanfic site under their online identities. That’s…everything I love in book? Yep, pretty much!

My Opinion: This one is on my list because Alice is basically my favorite sapphic girl name ever after my rewrite of the song, All the Girls Love Alice. Unfortunately, neither girl is named Alice, but it does seem to involve something about Alice in Wonderland. Maybe the graphic novel they're creating is a queer retelling of the classic story? Can't wait to find out.

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Six Angry Girls by Adrienne Kisner - JUNE 2ND

Goodreads Synopsis: A story of mock trial, feminism, and the inherent power found in a pair of knitting needles.

Raina Petree is crushing her senior year, until her boyfriend dumps her, the drama club (basically) dumps her, the college of her dreams slips away, and her arch-nemesis triumphs.

Things aren’t much better for Millie Goodwin. Her father treats her like a servant, and the all-boy Mock Trial team votes her out, even after she spent the last three years helping to build its success.

But then, an advice columnist unexpectedly helps Raina find new purpose in a pair of knitting needles and a politically active local yarn store. This leads to an unlikely meeting in the girls’ bathroom, where Raina inspires Millie to start a rival team. The two join together and recruit four other angry girls to not only take on Mock Trial, but to smash the patriarchy in the process.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Kisner is three for three in putting gloriously queer YA on shelves, and I am in love with the idea of this newest, which takes the famous “Twelve Angry Men” and situates it in Mock Trial with an ace lead. Raina’s killing it at life, until suddenly she isn’t. Millie’s in a similar spot, having just been ousted from the all-male Mock Trial team. When the two pair up to start a rival girls’ team, it isn’t just their opponents they’re gunning for—it’s the whole motherfluffin’ patriarchy.

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The State of Us by Shaun David Hutchinson - JUNE 2ND

Goodreads Synopsis: The State of Us is the story of Dean and Dre—the 16-year-old sons of the Republican and Democratic candidates for President of the United States—who fall in love on the sidelines of their parents' presidential campaigns.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis: Tis the year for political YAs, for obvious reasons, and this contemporary romance also does double duty of being a touching demisexual coming out story that happens to take place across the aisle. (The political aisle, that is.) When Dean, the son the of the Republican candidate, and Dre, son of the Democratic candidate, find themselves locked in close quarters, they’re surprised to find that they quite enjoy the company of someone else who knows what it’s like to be in the junior spotlight. Soon, romance sparks, which is a bit of problem considering the whole “opponents” thing, not to mention Dean still trying to figure out how to deal with and discuss the fact that he’s demisexual. But someone out there seems determined to make their problem much, much bigger, and they’ll have to figure out who wants their relationship outed, how they can make it work, and how they can reconcile a future.

My Opinion: While unfortunately this love story has no Prince from England or Wales, this book is definitely in the same genre as Red, White, and Royal Blue, though of course Dean and Dre will be more YA than our favorite international political couple. No matter what, I can tell I'm going to love the angst in this one.

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The Falling in Love Montage by Clara Smyth - JUNE 9TH

Goodreads Synopsis:

Saoirse doesn’t believe in love at first sight or happy endings. If they were real, her mother would still be able to remember her name and not in a care home with early onset dementia. A condition that Saoirse may one day turn out to have inherited.So she’s not looking for a relationship. She doesn’t see the point in igniting any romantic sparks if she’s bound to burn out.

But after a chance encounter at a house party, Saoirse is about to break her own rules. For a girl with one blue freckle, an irresistible sense of mischief, and a passion for rom-coms.

Unbothered by Saoirse’s rulebook, Ruby proposes a loophole: They don’t need true love to have one summer of fun, complete with every cliché, rom-com montage-worthy date they can dream up—and a binding agreement to end their romance come fall. It would be the perfect plan, if they weren’t forgetting one thing about the Falling in Love Montage: when it’s over, the characters actually fall in love… for real.

Dahlia Adler's Synopsis:

Love books that make you laugh, swoon, and cry? Then you are going to fall head over heels for Smyth’s debut, an Ireland-set romantic contemporary about a girl named Saiorse who’s losing her mother to early-onset dementia and is determined never to get involved with anyone as a result…until she meets Ruby, and all bets are off. The girls agree to a no-strings-attached summer of just the good parts of romance, the movie montage where the couple does all sorts of fun things as they fall in love. But when the end of the summer comes, will they be able to let go? 

My Opinion: The falling in love montage is my favorite part of love stories and I can't wait to read one set in Ireland! No strings attached? I don't think so Saiorse and Ruby. If they aren't together by the end of the book, I'll be tying the strings myself and writing fanfiction for days. I've only had one relationship that would qualify for a falling in love montage, most likely because I've only been in love once, and that's... ended, so I need something to fill my heart and this book just might be it.

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Check out @lgbtqreads for more recommendations and check out the link at the top of the post for the rest of the list!

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HC No.002 ; Marketability & Public Image

Part of the early stages of becoming Champion consists of crafting a profitable image; figuring out how to take an ordinary pokemon trainer, wrap them up into a little bow, and package them for public consumption. Leon likely is the same guy he was when he first became inducted, but... a much more refined, squeaky-clean version, for better or worse. A celebrity persona that seeps through your cracks and and sorta... melds with your inner, actual self. 

That’s just what the job calls for, and even though it can be argued that it’s somewhat... sinister or backhanded that the role is placed upon preteens (just get younger and younger- if Leon was 10 or 11 when he started, Victor is old for a fresh Champ), since there are many that aspire to be Champ without realizing this condition.

So Victor’s newly signed PR team had a lot to figure out when they received him; usually pokemon trainers tend to be quirky or eccentric in one way or another just by virtue of the job. Victor was like... a blank slate. Which is useful if he were maybe in another industry, and could have years of training his practical skills like speech and acting or whatever- but Galar needed him immediately. Whether he was ready or not. So the people in charge of selling him to the region were hard tasked in making him someone people would actually want to believe in.

Because it’s not a simple matter of being good at pokemon battling; trainer school teachers are good at battling, but they’re still set apart from gym leaders or Champions. It’s not the same. It’s like any celebrity role- you need something that sets you apart from everyone else. Things that are easily identifiable for people. Bea is a stoic karate prodigy. Allister is a mysterious spooky little boy with a “secret” shy side (which is publicly marketed anyway through his rare card). Opal is a kooky faerie grandma and stage director. Even though Kabu’s “character” revolves around pokemon and training- it’s fiery, and its outspoken. And he’s loudly marketed as foreign- it’s not played as a good or bad thing, just something that stands out. A keyword. 

Leon is the pillar of the nation. His cape billows behind him like a superhero’s, and has luscious fur lining like that of a fierce lion. He’s a king, with the duty of the knight. 

Who was Victor? He didn’t have a niche. He didn’t have any skill or quirky characteristic to play up. He was alright looking genetics-wise, but he dressed like an NPC, and his demeanor only amplified that. His stage-presence was terrible. He only shone on the pitch- with his battles that were like tug-of-wars and unpredictable in every which way; he could capture the eyes of people then, but only a fraction of his work was actually done on the pitch. And there were many fresh talents out there who could capture the attention of the crowd on the pitch and have marketability off of it. So it was like Victor’s marketing team got the short end of the stick.

They had to rebuild Victor from the ground up. At least, they tried. They tried to help and encourage (urge) him, and shepherd him into the limelight; but at the end of the day, Victor himself had to apply anything for their work to take hold.

The easiest thing was trying to get him to dress the part. It’s not like he was particularly picky or fashion-conscious, he was just so used to his outfit that he couldn’t bring himself to go parading around in the full Champion garb 24/7. They tried different styles for him. And while everything they could possibly try worked; it was another thing entirely for it to actually suit him and be convincing.

It was just so difficult for them to sell him convincingly, because he just... didn’t have the confidence to be anyone he wasn’t; and the current him that he was just wasn’t what the investors thought people wanted- let alone what they needed.

But, being malleable, eventually he started to dress more in-line with what was expected of him. He fumbled the initial interviews and television cameos that it took a direct hit to his image. Sure, the general public were forgiving at first considering he was young and everyone knew that; but they wouldn’t be like that forever before they all began to wonder why he was even the Champion in the first place.

So it wasn’t necessarily the team themselves- most of the people were just doing their job and trying to help Victor grow into his profession;

It was just... some higher up ordered down the ladder for Victor to do better. Or else.

So he would try to do better. Whatever that would entail.

Part of the reason why Victor camps, stays in the wild area or constantly moves with no median in-between, and generally does more ranger-esque work for the region is because it allows him to run away from the more performative aspect of his job while still getting “credit” for doing what he’s supposed to. 

It’s just that the more that he hides away, the more that he’s scared of any consequences or repercussions that would be waiting for him if he decided he wanted to dip back into the PR part of his career. What if all eyes were back on him? What if people started judging him again? What if he just fucks up so horrendously that he gets dropped?

It’s safe, hiding. He’s not doing better like investors would want. But he’s doing enough to remain in the clear, even though he’s limiting himself. His potential isn’t being fanned, but he’s a safe investment. The environment for which he’d have to grow in isn’t... actually conductive to his growth either. It could very well just chew him up and spit him out if he doesn’t have the resolve like the Modern Champions before him. Growing up in the spotlight will traumatize, as Victor’s already realized from the mere taste he got of what was to come. 

So he’s just running from the inevitable. Hiding. Because no one can really understand unless they were in his shoes, but... he sees Leon and he sees someone whose been conditioned by the very same structure to be closed off. The same goes for all the gym leaders, really. They probably all understand better than anyone; but the thing about Victor is that he used to be a civilian. He used to buy into their closed-off, squeaky clean personas as well. So even though he’s welcome to see them for who they are now, it’s just so... daunting. Because he’s only ever seen them as closed-off. And he just can’t bring himself to act like he can’t handle it all alone.

And no one else is really in his corner, otherwise. Not in the way he needs it. 

But when he is cornered into doing television appearances or magazine shoots, he’s started to get better. Learn what’s good and what’s bad. So that’s all that his sponsors need out of him.

[sparkie96]

Being filled or Bukkake?

How about filled with a child and anger? Possible future project. VergilLeon/NeloLeon

(Summary: Good news: Leon and Sherry don’t immediately get picked up by the US Government post Raccoon City and shortly after their departure with Claire. 

Bad News: They’re taken by demons in disguise who work for Mundus...though it’s not totally bad because they’re “gifted” to Nelo Angelo. The demon knight takes pity on them because he is reminded of what had happened to his mother. When Nelo hears of what the two had endured, he respects them both and even grew to love Leon and care for Sherry as if she were his own pup.)

Rated M for off-screen sexy times, language, and gore. Canon Typical stuff. 

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Leon shifted uncomfortably, wearing the attire of this “realm” as that crazy creature looking thing put it. The supposed “King” of the “Underworld” and all that jazz. Leon found all of this to be insane and he was quietly wondering if he and Sherry had been taken by some angry failed Umbrella experiments. But these things did things that even “viruses” couldn’t do. At least...he didn’t think they could, he did see some crazy shit in Raccoon City. 

And then there was this Nelo Angelo guy who looked pretty normal underneath the helmet and armor, at least, as normal as one could look when they had gray skin, black veins and red orbs and snow white hair. At least he was human looking, and Leon had wondered if he had once been a prisoner like them. From the few times he had taken the Omega, Leon didn’t end up infected with anything and he smelled like a normal Alpha. 

Though, there was a hint of a scent that was a bit off, but not rancid like Mundus or the other whatever the fuck they were. Leon often wondered what Nelo had done to deserve the constant mocking and insults from Mundus. The Demon King often called Nelo “half-breed” or “abomination” along with mocking his mother’s death and his father’s dishonor. It had been after one particularly violent dinner that Nelo had Leon and Sherry eat in his quarters from then on, the knight eating with them, but never saying a word. 

Come to think of it, Leon had never heard the Alpha say much of anything, even during sex. It had been mostly growls and grunts then. The only time Leon had heard his voice was when the knight told them where everything was in his humble abode. And even then, it was mostly one word sentences in a quiet, almost strained voice. 

Leon laid on the bed with Sherry, the little girl reading a book she had procured from Nelo’s collection of books. She wore a simple blue night gown as she cuddled up to the Omega, both of them unable to sleep due to nightmares. Leon pulled at the clothes he wore, feeling a bit cold. He wore a simple white buttoned down shirt and soft black pants. He wasn’t sure if they were supposed to be sleep clothes or lounge wear here, but he wore them because they were the comfiest things he could find. Nelo hadn’t come home yet either from whatever he had been tasked to do. 

Sherry was a smart girl but she struggled a bit with the complex reading, asking Leon to help her with some words and what they meant. The story itself read much like a fairytale. This one told a tale of a human woman named Eva falling for a demon knight named Sparda. Leon listened and occasionally helped read, finding himself very invested in the story as well. Two people, or well, a demon and a human, who had fallen in love, so much so, the demon gave up his power and position to be with her, sealing off the Gates of Hell so their family could be safe. He had done some other things, but Leon had no idea what they were, but he assumed it was all very honorable. 

“Oh no, I read ahead by accident!” Sherry exclaimed suddenly, “I don’t know if I want to read anymore…” 

“Why?” Leon asked curiously, “What happens?” 

Sherry swallowed down a breath before pointing to the part she had read ahead to. Leon looked down at it, feeling a little disappointed, “Oh no...he disappears?” 

Sherry nodded, “Uh huh...what about Eva? And their sons?” 

Leon tried to maintain a bit of optimism, saying that they could keep reading and see if he maybe came back to be with them. Sherry nodded, hoping that he did because she would be very disappointed if he didn’t. 

“He doesn’t.” A voice by the door said. 

Leon and Sherry looked up, seeing Nelo standing there with his helmet under his arm, “Oh, sorry, we didn’t hear you.” Leon apologized, about to get up to help the elder out of his armor but Nelo held up a hand, telling Leon to lie back down, so that he could take care of his own armor.

“Oh…” Sherry deflated at the news, “He doesn’t?” 

“No.” Nelo replied with a shake of his head, setting the armor on it’s rack, standing before them in black slacks, “Sadly, he doesn’t…” 

“Spoiler Alert.” Leon sighed, about to close the book, but Sherry protested, “He doesn’t come back, Sherry Berry.” 

“But I want to know what happens to his family!” 

“No, you don’t.” Nelo said, “Trust me...especially since the story is based on a true story.” 

Leon and Sherry looked up at the man with twin looks that were a mix of confusion and shock. Nelo sat on the side of the end of the bed, gently taking the book from Leon’s hands, closing it and looking at the cover sadly. He ran his clawed hand over the symbol on the cover, giving it a longing look before setting it down on the bed next to him. 

He turned to Leon and Sherry, both still watching him curiously,  “Have you two eaten dinner yet?” He asked nonchalantly, changing the subject. 

Leon nodded, still in awe at the sound of the Alpha’s voice, “Yes, but I can prepare you dinner if you want, even though it’s late.” 

“No, thank you.” Nelo simply replied, “I shall make something for myself. You two try to get some sleep.” 

Leon and Sherry watched as the Alpha stood once more, taking the book with him. Waiting for the door to shut behind Nelo, Sherry looked up at Leon, asking him if he thought the story had been real. He merely shrugged, saying that it wasn’t entirely impossible to believe, considering all that they had seen and experienced. Sherry then asked what might have happened to the family, the little girl obviously looking a bit distressed. 

“...I’m not sure.” Leon replied, gently brushing gold locks out of her eyes, “...But we can make-up a happy ending for them.” 

Sherry smiled and nodded as Leon tried to recall where they had left off before making up the ending for the little family. One where the father came back and saved his wife and children from some bad demons. The little girl listened intently, seemingly a bit more at ease with their ending, blue eyes fluttering closed as she laid her head on his chest. After Leon had said that they lived happily ever after, and once Sherry had drifted off to sleep, the Omega carefully carried the little girl to her own room. After tucking her in, he gently kissed her forehead before quietly exiting her room. The door slowly closed behind him with a soft click. 

Leon looked from the intricately detailed door to the living room area where Nelo now sat. The tall being now sitting on the couch, watching the now lit fireplace before him. Leon decided to not go back to their shared room, deciding to sit with him instead. As he approached, he noticed the room didn’t smell of food, but Leon could faintly smell the scent of tea. Jasmine? Green Tea? Maybe a mix of both? 

As he sat beside the man, he could smell the flowery fragrance, seeing the porcelain teacup between his hands, “You’re having jasmine tea for dinner?” 

Nelo hummed, not turning his attention away from the burning embers in the fireplace, listening to the crackling sound, “I’m not hungry…” 

Leon gave him a sympathetic look, unable to read the expression on the Alpha’s features, “Are you okay?” 

Nelo stared ahead for a moment longer before slowly turning his head and looking at Leon, blood red orbs staring into his own, “Do I look okay to you?” 

The Omega studied his features, looking at the black veins that stood so prominent under the gray skin, running like inky rivers of black through bare fields of ash and smoke. The red eyes reminded Leon of blood, and suddenly the Omega found himself seeing flashes of teeth rip through flesh, the same blood red smeared across said teeth, rotten flesh and tattered clothes. He then saw flashes of the pools of blood and the spatters that splashed across the walls and windows of the RPD’s Waiting Room, staining and clashing against the blue of the wallpaper and the tiled floor. All he could hear were the growls and snarls of the hideous undead, the screeching and roaring of monsters. 

Leon turned his eyes away from Nelo, gasping as his breathing picked up. He clenched his eyes shut as he tried to regain his composure, pushing the traumatic memories to the back of his mind before he could suffer another panic attack. Nelo scoffed beside him, and Leon could see the man shake his head out of the corner of his eye.

“Thought so.” Nelo merely said, turning to stare at the fireplace again, sipping at his tea before settling the cup back on the saucer, “You can’t even look at me now...I haven’t been okay in a long time.” 

“No…” Leon whispered with shaken breaths, “It’s not...you, specifically.” 

Nelo raised a brow, looking back at the Omega. Leon looked at Nelo, trying to focus on the man’s eyes without losing it again. The Omega was definitely shaken up, but he pushed the fear back down, explaining that it wasn’t Nelo exactly. It was Leon’s own fucked up brain, his screwed up memories and even more terrifying nightmares. That’s why he and Sherry were still awake when the Alpha had returned. 

“We’re still not over what happened in Raccoon…” Leon admitted, swallowing the lump in his throat, “All that blood...all those monsters. Christ, even Sherry’s own father tried to kill her, for fuck’s sake. It’s like, who the fuck would do this? Why? Normal people like you and me turned into...these fucking things out of a horror movie...and for what? Some military contract? Money? Why?!” 

Nelo listened intently, haven’t not heard Leon’s tale before this. He had been curious when Mundus mentioned that Sherry and Leon were “Extraordinary Creatures”, saying that they had “earned the honor” of not being made food or breeding mules. Hence why they had been “gifted” to Nelo, but the Alpha himself often wondered what made them so special...until now. 

These monsters...were they demons? Or made into beastly creatures by demons? Sherry smelled tainted, not like any human he had ever encountered, but she never changed or acted strangely. Nelo didn’t sense danger when around her, so there was no way she was a demon. And Leon smelt like a normal human Omega...though, Leon’s scent now smells slightly off. Not like a heat...but there was something else. Something new. 

Leon went into the whole process of how he and Sherry had been found by Mundus’s men, who had been looking for something but had found Leon and Sherry instead. They had disguised themselves as normal looking humans, wearing military gear and Leon explained that he and Sherry thought they were the rescue team. He thought they were there looking to help any survivors. 

“And then there was this flash of light and then we were...here…” Leon noticed that Nelo was sniffing at his hair and then moving to smell around his face and neck, “Are you even listening? What are you doing?” 

“I heard you.” Nelo admitted, setting the teacup down on the coffee table in front of them before grabbing Leon by the leg and pulling, the Omega falling backward onto the couch cushions, “You smell off.” 

“What?” Leon asked in confusion, Nelo climbing on top of him, drawing a sound of protest as Nelo unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, “Hey!” 

“You weren't planted with anything, were you?” Nelo asked, hands settling on the Omega’s chest, glowing a dark blue as he continued to smell the younger, “Mundus didn’t stick anything inside of you or the girl?” 

Leon furrowed his brows up at the Alpha, “No. I wouldn’t even let him or his assholes near Sherry.” 

Nelo kept “frisking” the younger, his hand glowing as he scanned it over Leon’s form. Not only did the human smell weird, but the Alpha sensed a demonic energy inside of Leon, so he had been a bit paranoid that Mundus had done something to the human to spite him. His hand stopped at Leon’s stomach, or rather the area where his womb was, the glow turning from dark blue to a color Nelo hadn’t seen since…

...His palm was now glowing a bright baby blue color, and Nelo felt a sense of familiarity. A sense of peace…like when he was a child. He laid his head against the Omega’s womb, his hand touching Leon’s stomach. If Dante couldn’t succeed in defeating Mundus and falling to the demon king...then there was still hope inside of the Omega.

Leon looked down at the elder, noticing that there were tears in his eyes before the Alpha shut them, “Nelo?” 

Nelo looked up at him, lying in Leon’s lap, “You carry the last hope for your world should my brother fall to Mundus.” 

At the younger’s even more confused and shocked expression, Nelo explained that the story Leon and Sherry had read had indeed been a true story...a story about Nelo’s own family. He told Leon the full story, how his father, Sparda, had been the greatest warrior in all of the underworld. He was the most powerful demon knight who had led Mundus’s army and had been the demon’s right hand man. He helped Mundus win many battles in the underworld before Mundus looked to move on to the human world. 

But Sparda soon realized that what Mundus had been doing was wrong. He wanted to save humanity...so he did. He had defeated Mundus and sealed off the Gates of Hell across the world. He had done this for thousands of years, defeating any demons who threatened the Earth or threatened to open the Gates. He defended humanity and acted as their savior. 

“And then, in the twentieth century…” Nelo began, drifting off as he thought of his mother, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him.

“He met your mother, Eva.” Leon realized, recalling the story he and Sherry read, “And she gave birth to you and your brother...which twin are you?” 

Nelo called forth a sword with what little strength he had left, the once mighty katana looking quite worn and fragile.

“...Vergil…” Leon recalled, looking over the katana, remembering the description of the swords given to each twin, “That’s the…? Is that the one Mundus is looking for? Wouldn’t he have just read that book to find out what happened to it?” 

The demon knight shook his head, “The book came from a forbidden archive in a city in the human world. A city called Fortuna.” Nelo explained, “It’s also where they had been keeping my sword for safekeeping...until I found out what they had been trying to do with it.” 

“What were they doing with it?” Leon asked, “What does it do? Why is Mundus looking for it?” 

Nelo explained that the sword is imbued with demonic energy, it’s so powerful that it could cut through anything, it could even cut open gateways between realms and worlds. It had been one of the swords that sealed off one of the Gates in Fortuna. It had been forged by his father, and was as strong as the user wielding it. 

The Alpha gave it a sad look, “Unfortunately, due to my own callousness...I am no longer worthy of its power...and the Yamato is weak in my possession.” 

Nelo continued on, saying that he had opened one of the gates in order to procure his father’s power from Hell, nearly destroying the human world while he was at it. He hoped to make himself stronger...but in doing so he had failed and fell into the netherworld, encountering Mundus at the same time. Sadly, he had failed at that too, and now he was Mundus’s servant and knight. 

Leon looked at him in horror, “You...you did what?!” He asked, pulling himself out from under the Alpha, backpedalling to the otherside of the couch, “You’re one of the bad guys then?” 

“You don’t understand,” Nelo said, shaking his head, sitting back on his knees and looking up at the Omega, “I had to. I needed to become stronger...without strength…” 

“Bullshit!” Leon exclaimed, standing before the man and feeling a sense of betrayal, “People could have died!” 

“Humanity is weak.” Nelo insisted, “Not all of it, but a lot of humanity is weak. Frail, helpless, fragile. It can end in an instant. Humans give in to temptation, greed, anger...they kill one another for frivolous things and reasons, oblivious to the true evil that lies beneath them.” 

“Not all of us!” Leon hollered, pointing an accusatory finger at the Alpha, “Some of us have morals and give a shit about others. That’s the reason I joined the force! To serve and protect the people! Yeah, there’s a bunch of bad apples who want to fuck everyone over for their own selfish reasons, I’ve seen it first hand! I’ve fucking fought through it! But you know what? It’s up to us to stop those people! To be better than them! Not become them!” 

Leon was red in the face now, “And demons like your father saw that! He helped the humans! Despite the assholes, he helped humanity! He loved your mother and he loved you and your brother! And now you’re spitting in their faces!” 

The Omega was now pacing in front of the coffee table, anger radiating off of the younger in waves, reminding Nelo of an angry Lion in a cage, seconds from pouncing, “You don’t have to have all this power to be strong! That’s not strength! Strength comes from within! It’s the ability to get knocked down, get back up, dust yourself off and keep going! I didn’t inject myself with any of those fucking viruses to make myself “stronger”! I kept fighting and kept going! I had to for Claire and Sherry’s sake!” 

Now it was Nelo’s turn to be stunned silent, looking up at the human before him. As much as he wanted to strike the Omega down for speaking to him in such a manner, he found he didn’t have it in him. He couldn’t. On one hand, a part of him was angry, the demon inside wanting to know what right the human had to speak to him in such a manner. On the other hand, what little remained of his humanity respected Leon’s courage and outspoken nature, silently agreeing with him. 

He had never encountered a human that didn’t immediately kiss his ass or bow to him in fear. Or encourage his behavior because of his father’s name or in hopes of tasting the power he had or was trying to acquire… 

...he could see why Mundus hadn’t killed Leon. Mundus preyed on fear...but Leon didn’t seem like one who was easily scared. He obviously was never one to beg for his life either. Nelo stood, going toward the still ranting Omega whom he had only admired for his physical attributes and sweetness, but now also admired for his fire and strength. The Omega who was now carrying his child and would lead them down a path to a better life...a path he himself could no longer follow. 

He would get them and Sherry out of here. When he would inevitably be sent after his brother in the human world, he would leave them somewhere safe. Or he would find a way to get them to safety sooner. 

“...and I will be damned if I let you do anything to Sherry or...mmph!” Leon was cut-off by lips capturing his own for a searing kiss. 

A muffled protest left the Omega, pulling away for a moment, “Oh no you don’t! You’re not gonna change my mind...HEY!” Leon exclaimed, the Alpha lifting him up and carrying him over his shoulder, picking up the Yamato on the way to the bedroom, “HEY! PUT ME DOWN! WE ARE NOT DONE HERE!” 

“You are going to rest,” Nelo said, “And then tomorrow, you and I will discuss your means of escape. Your friend is still on her way to Europe to find her brother, yes?” 

Leon stopped struggling, looking at the back of the man’s head, “Claire? Yeah. Why? You better not…wait, escape?” 

“I’ll help her or her brother. Whomever I find first.” Nelo informed the Omega, bumping the bedroom door open with the toe of his boot, “And then I will make arrangements with them to guarantee yours, Sherry’s and the child within you’s safety. You’ll keep and hide the Yamato and carry our child in exchange for me helping you.” 

He set Leon down on the bed, blue eyes looking up in shock at Nelo, “Wait...there’s a baby inside of me?!” 

[writeanapocalae]

Nano 2019 Day 19 Writing

Warning for talking about being a hitman and being a sex worker but nothing violent or sexual happens

You may have noticed that Anson’s pronounced have changed. She’s genderfluid!

A long hard day and Anson could feel herself crumbling, wanting nothing more than to prove herself, to be poked and prodded and shaped into something righteous. She wasn’t righteous. She wasn’t good, she was hurting and bloody and some of the blood was hers but most of it wasn’t. So instead she got into the shower and soaked her clothes in vinegar in the sink and stitched up her side, where a knife had skirted past her ribs but not through her skin.

She sat down, on her couch, and she turned on the television. She wasn’t really into television. It didn’t work very well, wasn’t much of a distraction. She needed a distraction. She wanted to be good for someone or to at least be lied to and told that she was good.

Payment was coming tomorrow and she was sure she had enough to pay for a session with Sangria but it felt strange. She hadn’t talked to Sangria, other than a few texts, since that night with the nightmares. She hadn’t had the same issue again since, even though she did have a bit of pain in her scars, and it felt like their relationship may have changed because of it.

She did enjoy waking up in Sangria’s arms though. Sangria snored slightly and she slept similarly to an octopus, limbs everywhere. She’d made them both breakfast and Sangria talked her into taking off her mask to eat but didn’t argue against her hiding her face with her hair. It all felt a bit casual, normal, and she’d never felt that with anyone before. She’d had relationships before, and this wasn’t a romantic one, just a sexual one, and she didn’t particularly want to be in a relationship with her. Sangria was great and all but Anson was also twenty years older than her and that was an odd feeling as well.

It took almost an hour for her to get up the nerve to call her, and she had to stand up and pace to be on the phone with her.

“Oh, Anson!” Sangria answered after the third ring, her voice chipper and excited, “You feeling okay? I haven’t heard from you much.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I’ve just been working,” Anson bit her lip. “You, uh, are you busy?”

“Hm,” not quite silence for a moment as Sangria turned away from the phone to yell at someone. There wasn’t enough volume or context for Anson to understand what she was yelling about. “Is this a business call? I’m sorry Anson, I’m just, I’m technically on vacation right now.”

That took Anson aback. She hadn’t heard of Sangria ever taking a break before.

“Is everything alright?” she asked.

“Oh yeah! No, everything’s great!” It sounded pinched, like there was more that she wanted to say, like there was some stress that was distracting her. “My daughter’s in town is all, I don’t really want to get involved with work stuff while she’s here. I can’t really afford a babysitter.”

As aback as Anson had been that was nothing compared to this. Sangria had a daughter. For some reason that wasn’t something she had ever imagined. Sangria was beautiful and smart and a real catch, to be sure, but she had given no signs to having any sort of relationship with anyone, or that she had a daughter.

“I didn’t know you had a daughter,” was all she said, wiping some hair behind her ear.

“Yeah, it never really came up, huh? Not really something I’d bring up during a session. Her dad has her most of the time – he hates me, doesn’t think I’m a good influence – but guess who just got arrested? So, I have her until the trial is over.” Her voice was different now, a bit of warmth seeping into it.

“What’s her name?”

“Molly. Marguerite, really, but that’s tough on a five year old.” She sighed. Anson tried to picture it. She’d never been to Sangria’s place but she hoped that there was some art on the walls done in crayon, and some mac and cheese on the stove, with far too much cheese in it. She wanted them to have something idealistic, even though she couldn’t relate to that herself. “Do you want to meet her?”

Anson stopped. She stopped pacing. She stopped breathing for a moment. She just stood there, staring at the wall. She didn’t know what that meant. She didn’t know why Sangria would ask her that. She didn’t know anything about kids aside from traumatizing them.

“Anson? You there?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m here.” She shook her head, trying to shake some sense into it. “I just. Are you sure about that?”

“We’re friends, right? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed. Just, after the other night-

“No! No, I think we’re friends too. I want to be friends!” it came out in a rush and then she slowed, uncertain, “But, why would you want her to meet me? I’m not really a good person for kids to be around.”

She could picture the tilt to Sangria’s chin, the concern in the pinch of her brows. “What do you mean? Is this about your scars?”

That was part of it, to be certain, but that was nowhere near the extent of it. She could go out, with her mask on people didn’t even stare that much, but she wasn’t good with kids and, more importantly, kids weren’t safe with her.

“Sangria. Do you know what I do for a living?”

Sangria was smart, she must have figured it out. One of the first times she’d hired Sangria she’d complained that Anson smelled like blood. She had to know.

“Uhhhh you’re a detective, right?”

She hadn’t. Anson ran her hand through her hair, pushing it away from her face. She couldn’t believe this. She didn’t want to have this conversation, not over the phone. She didn’t want to have this conversation at all.

“No. Shit. Sorry. I’m not on speaker, am I? Okay, um. I’m a contract killer.”

A long pause. A very long pause. Long enough for her pulse to spike, for her to start panicking, for her to start picking at her nails, cleaning the lint from her gloves out from under them, for her to start sucking on her teeth.

“Oh.”

Sangria knew her full name, her billing information, her car, her house, everything. She held the power to destroy Anson, she could go to the police and tell them who she was and she would be ruined. Even if she didn’t get arrested she would never get a job again. She’d be a liability.

“Like Leon?”

Anson barked out a horrible laugh, stress wrenched out of her chest. She could feel tears dribbling down her cheek and she wiped them away with a sleeve. “Yeah, yeah, like Leon.” Of course Sangria would relate back to her favorite movie. She’d worn a shirt with the movie poster on it for their second session and when Anson asked about it she went on a tirade that made them an hour late to start it. Their third session included watching the movie since Anson had never seen it and she’d been so involved with what Sangria was doing that she was assigned to watch it again on her own and report her reactions to Sangria later.

“And what, you think being in the presence of a five year old will get her killed?”

Anson shook her head, even though Sangria couldn’t see it. “No, it’s… you know how I was worried the other night that someone would come after me? That’s a very likely outcome in my line of work. It hasn’t happened yet but it could. And they would try to get to me through my connections.”

“She’s not a connection, she’s leopard princess with bedtime coming up. Look, I’m not going to force you to meet her, you can if you want. But, you haven’t done anything wrong by me. You have a weird job and so do I and neither of them are exactly desired by the general public. I guess I should hate you but it doesn’t really affect me.”

Anson could feel the blood drain from her face. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah, I’ll probably have a major freak out about it later, but well, I’m learning a lot about you lately and I’m assuming that the people you’re, uh, taking care of, need it.”

“It’s more of who’s paying the most but I do as much research as I can, that’s for certain.”

“Still. I have probably worked with scumbags too. I don’t think you’ll be that bad of an influence.”

Anson bit at her lip. She turned on her heel and then she made her decision. “You know what? Yeah. Yeah, I’ll meet Molly. There’s a cafe down the street that opens up on a park. We can meet up.”