#heaven help the fool who falls in love

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goingn to start cryin g i love leon so mu ch ..

[fonulyn]

fonulyn’s 2020 in fics

this is kind of exciting since in 2020 I did get a lot writing done, and it marks the second year in a row that I’m able to actually make one of these posts after that horrible not good at all terrible disastrous three and a half years when I wrote absolutely nothing. so it’s a triumph to get another one of these up! personal victory haha.

in total, in 2020 I wrote 148 fics, ranging from like 200 words to 34k (idk if those short things can be called fics but i just did). by pairing, there’s

13 of Joe/Nicky

58 of Piers/Leon

56 of Chris/Leon

(1 with Piers/Leon and Chris/Leon)

5 of the ot3 (Chris/Leon/Piers)

11 of Krauser/Leon

3 of Wesker/Chris (lmao still can’t believe this)

1 of Chris/Leon/Krauser

so. in retrospect, i did okay. 

it’s over 300 thousand words and I am kind of. surprised. and that is not counting the approximately 50k of wips i’m ignoring :’D

I’d also like to take a second to thank everyone who has ever sent me nice messages, commented on the fics, left reblogs or kudos, and the like. you’re what kept me going, I wouldn’t have gotten even half as much done otherwise.

without further ado, links to all of the fics under the cut! they’re organized by pairing, and the links take you to tumblr posts (bc I’m lazy) and a lot of them have a link in the post that takes you to ao3. (also can you see I put ~~so much~~ effort into naming the tumblr ficlets :’D feel free to laugh at me)

Joe/Nicky

a dog by any other name | 1,5k | The one wherein they end up owning a dog.

within the heart a flame of desires | 5,0k | Nicolo watches Yusuf have sex with others, desperately wishing he was with him instead. Until things change. He much prefers having Yusuf all for himself.

the world will wait | 2,4k | The one wherein Joe takes a lot of naps and the whole team gets to relax.

catch this | 650w | Every time Joe gets distracted (by Nicky), Andy tries to take him by surprise.

nobody’s perfect | 1,9k | Even immortal warriors have their weaknesses, Nile learns. Those just aren’t what she expected.

only in these arms | 780w | Nicky has trouble sleeping alone. Andy is a decent substitute, but only when Joe returns so does Nicky’s ability to get a decent night’s rest.

(please don’t explain) that time in Malta | 580w | Nile doesn’t think at first it would even be possible for Joe to be embarrassed. By anything. Until one evening, they talk about Malta.

cool it down boys | 400w | Andy gets no sleep. She gets revenge, though.

cowboy, baby | 340w | Nicky has the fashion sense of a sack of flour, and he is fine with that.

that day is not today | 4,9k | They struggle through the whole lab-experience. It isn’t the time yet to forgive Booker.

tea, soup and tlc | 2k | The one wherein Joe is not sick. At all. Nope. He isn't.

two drinks too many | 770w | Nicky is a little drunk. Joe loves him anyway.

safe haven | 3,9k | The one wherein everyone gets quality cuddles from Joe.

Piers/Leon

it was you that I found | 23,4k | Leon doesn’t really do relationships. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he always seems to be so bad at them. Of course entirely by accident he manages to build one without even realizing it. 

unexpected visitor | 690w | Piers is forced on bed-rest. At least Leon stops by.

got me all tied up (never let me go) | 4,0k | Piers doesn’t like suits. Leon loves Piers in a suit.

not so subtle | 210w | “Soo, were you checking me out all night, or was that just my imagination?” Leon asks suddenly, Piers chokes on his drink in surprise.

nighttime fools | 4,8k | Piers and Leon get arrested for public indecency. It’s not their fault, honest.

piers isn’t sick, really, he isn’t (he is) | 670w | “Oh, hi,” Piers said immediately, a goofy smile slipping onto his face. Man, he was happy to see Leon. So happy to see him.  

so you’ve met Xena | 620w | “Xena?” Leon turned to look at Piers, decidedly unimpressed. “You named your dog after the Warrior Princess?“

you’re cute, you know | 680w | Piers took the opportunity the second their gazes met. He grinned, as charmingly as he possibly managed, and said “You’re cute, you know that?“

kiss the nightmares away | 470w | Sleepily Piers blinked, trying to make his eyes work properly. He squinted at the digital clock on the bedside, and its harsh red numbers that told him it was 3:30, and confusedly he turned to frown at Leon. “Why aren’t you sleeping?“

smooth talking, Nivans, very smooth | 1,4k | Piers can not control what comes out of his mouth.

dream a little (dirty) dream of me | 1,3k | Piers wakes Leon up. That's it.

your shirt is my shirt | 950w | With a sigh Piers grabbed the only shirt available that wasn’t battery operated and obnoxious. It was Leon’s, so old that the print had faded completely, leaving only faint outlines behind. And when Piers pulled it on he grumbled again, realizing how tight it was.

here for you | 620w | Leon can’t sleep, but somehow Piers makes his anxieties bleed away. 

grand plans | 260w | “Are you seriously going to wear that?”

new puppy | 430w | “Hey there little guy.” Leon bent down to pick up the little puppy, straightening again to hold it against his chest. His hands looked almost comically large as the dog was so tiny, and carefully he cradled it close.

a little bit funny | 850w | So maybe Piers hadn’t slept properly in days, and the sleep deprivation was making him a little hysterical, but he didn’t even remember when a stupid comedy would’ve made him laugh so much.

for now our time is here | 4,4k | When Chris had told them to wait up and left them alone for a while, this probably wasn’t what he’d been expecting, but the second he’d closed the door behind himself the tension that had been brewing between Leon and Piers had snapped like a cord.

wanting too much | 1,1k | “Fucking hell, never do that to me again,“ Leon huffed out, clearly relieved beyond anything.

the prettiest agent with the prettiest hair | 1,2k | Piers stress-braids. Leon doesn't mind. And besides, Piers always undoes the braids whenever he's done with them. Until one night he forgets.

you can be the air that i breathe | 1,0k |  It wasn’t the first time Piers got punched in the face by a gigantic BOW so hard that the hit sent him flying. It was, however, the first time he was sent careening off a bridge and into the river below. And it was, definitely, the first time Leon saved his life.  

before I found you | 890w | The second Piers realized that the spikes covering the monster actually came off, and it was able to shoot them towards its attackers, it was already too late for him to react.

you don’t need to stay | 950w | Piers did his best to take care of Leon.  And as much as Leon appreciated it, he didn’t want to be a goddamn nuisance.

need me, baby, just a little stronger tonight | 2,1k | Leon really has to practice perfecting his poker face. At least he gets what he wants in the end.

be my valentine | 920w | “Are you sure?“ Piers asked for the tenth time, frowning down at the bar of Fazer blue chocolate. “I still think it’s… not a lot?”

you're the world that I wanna discover | 7,5k | The one wherein they buy a house, fall even more in love, and Leon reaches a breaking point.

call me (tell me what you feel) | 1,7k | Leon is stuck at the airport. At least he gets a nice phone call with Piers.

incentive to stay alive | 1,0k |  "Hey, Nivans, wake up,” he tried, but there was no answer, and he couldn’t help but let the worry in his voice. “Piers. Don’t you dare die on me. Chris would kill me if I let anything happen to his best sniper.”

blanket hog Leon | 880w | Grumbling, Piers turned around, and as he’d expected Leon was cozily wrapped in at least four blankets, leaving nothing for Piers, who was currently freezing his ass off.

I give you all I am | 2,0k | “Leon?” Piers approached in quick steps, watching recognition flicker in Leon’s eyes as he lowered his own weapon too. Leon was slumped against the wall, hunched over and holding his side, and there was something feverish about his eyes. Yet as soon as he realized it was Piers he gave a shaky grin, even if that was all he managed.

why are the gorgeous ones always taken | 810w | Piers blinked his eyes open slowly, expression scrunched up, and it took a long moment before he managed to actually focus his gaze on Leon’s face. When he did, a smile immediately bloomed on his face, and he even tilted his head a little. “Have I died and gone to heaven?” he croaked out, his voice rough from lack of use.

still intact | 1,1k | It took a week before the level of painkillers was correct and Piers woke up with a gasp instead of a scream. And the first thing he asked was for someone to kill him.

of guns and ...guns | 270w | Leon likes the way Piers handles his rifle. There’s drool involved.

always fashionable | 540w | Apparently having a crush on the well-dressed, professional Leon translated into being absolutely fucking in love with the sleep-mussed and squinty Leon.

misplaced phones and revelations | 660w | Chris finds Piers’ phone. Which turns out to be Leon’s phone. The two turn out to be dating. Chris feels kind of blind.

yee-haw! | 1,0k | Leon rides Piers. Wearing a cowboy hat.

you’re cute when you’re angry | 620w | When he’s stressed, Piers washes the dishes. Angrily.  

want to drink (with) you | 1,1k | Piers is an embarrassing drunk. Leon loves him anyway. 

and each one of us is a path somewhere | 22,2k | Piers gets thrown twenty years back in time. Into Raccoon City, 1998. He’d heard about what Leon went through that night, but he never thought he’d have to actually experience it himself. Together with bright eyed rookie Leon.

hold me close | 560w | Leon falls asleep against Piers’ shoulder. 

goatee man | 890w | Piers thinks growing a beard might make him look more manly. 

promises kept | 2,9k | Leon finds out Piers isn't dead after all. He's just locked up in a BSAA research facility with no one allowed in to visit.

stay with me tonight (stay until the end of life) | 2,2k | Leon doesn’t know I’m contacting you, but a fair warning, because I’m worried. He was found unconscious on the bathroom floor at 10AM. They took him to the hospital, but he checked himself out. Look after him, okay?  

4am | 760w | “What can I say,” Piers grinned against Leon’s neck, “I was dreaming of you.” He had no reservations about moving his hips, letting Leon feel just how nice the dream had been.

caffeinated | 550w | Someone gives Piers coffee. Leon knows what to do with that excess energy.

and i'm you and you're me | 7,0k | The one wherein Leon and Piers accidentally swap bodies.

girls’ day in bed | 780w | Piers and Leon wake up one morning with boobs and other assorted lady parts. It’s a fun day. (Spoiler alert: they have a lot of sex.)

worlds apart | 3,2k | Krauser kidnaps Piers to lure Leon to him. (feat. past Krauser/Leon)

not again | 530w | Watching Piers’ mutation brings Leon some very unfortunate flashbacks. (feat. past Krauser/Leon)

gorgeous | 300w | Piers calls Leon gorgeous.

the most comfortable pillow | 350w | Leon falls asleep with his head on Piers’ lap.

beautiful | 840w | Even after losing an arm and ruining half of his face, Piers is the most beautiful thing to Leon.

as seen in adult films | 580w | Piers doesn’t know one damn thing about dishwashers. He volunteers to fix one anyway.

never letting go | 260w | Leon is goddamn comfortable right here. He isn’t going to move a single inch.

nose kisses | 390w | Piers is cute when he’s cranky. Just ask Leon.

no other half could ever make me whole | 6,3k | The one wherein they get a scare and there's a proposal.

the luxury of being held | 690w | The fabric of Piers’ hoodie is the perfect place to hide. (feat. Theo’s amazing art)

just one step from heaven, one step from paradise | 2,7k | The one wherein Piers makes sure Leon doesn’t freeze, and they enjoy their vacation.

all is fair in war, love and Mario Kart | 600w | Piers sucks at Mario Kart.

Chris/Leon

if i never see all my dreams come true, the one that mattered the most was you | 5,9k |  Chris enlists Leon’s help on a mission as a clever ruse to make the man take a break he so obviously needs. 

and I don't want to know how slow the time must flow | 11,1k | Chris and Leon try to fight their way out of a castle and feelings take over.

you are my heart, you are my home | 3,2k | Chris is sick, and he’s being extra dramatic about it.

from the gates of longing | 5,5k | Chris volunteers to take Leon home, but ends up getting a lot more than he bargained for.

how to accidentally get adopted - a guide by Piers Nivans | 2,3k | Piers accidentally keeps calling Chris dad, and Chris and Leon sort of unofficially adopt him.

right here by your side | 1,9k | When Chris shows up to check up on Leon, four days into his self-imposed flu-exile, at first Leon wants to just throw him out. But then it turns into a relationship-building moment and suddenly he can’t mind all that much.

about time | 1,8k | Leon is freezing. Chris warms him up.

yet you'll lose yourself in me | 3,3k | The one wherein Chris is generously proportioned and Leon kind of loves it. (whispers: size kink)

beyond tomorrow | 1,7k | Leon ends up in the hospital after a mission, Chris hurries to see if he’s okay. Claire is already there.

look at those heart-eyes | 180w | Quickly Chris shook his head, reluctantly pulling his attention away from Leon.

there’s a cat in the sink | 220w | “There’s a cat in the sink, and we don’t own a cat.”

from the future | 300w | It’s 1998 and Leon comes face to face with himself, from 2017.

surprise redfield | 250w | “Don’t worry,“ Chris says, nonchalantly as if it’s an everyday occurrence that he’s standing in Leon’s kitchen.

need this feeling to last (there's no denying) | 2,4k | “Why don’t you fuck me yourself, you coward!“

something solid, something good | 520w | Chris was so warm, and that together with all the glorious skin-on-skin contact made Leon happily sink back into the embrace.

come closer | 520w | Leon is done with Chris being so careful around him.  

your arms around me | 690w | Chris woke up cold and alone.  

a needed break | 440w | Sometimes Chris got so single-mindedly stuck on a task that he forgot everything around himself.

the iron maiden | 820w | Suddenly it was hard to breathe, like he couldn’t fill his lungs with oxygen no matter how much he tried, to the point that his vision started to get blurry. 

robin hood: chris in tights | 480w | Chris’ face was twisted into a theatrical grimace as he tugged a little on the green tights we was wearing. They were like painted on and although he didn’t really have body issues in general, he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious about it.

luckless romance | 4,0k | Leon and Chris turn a drunken argument into something better. (Please note: The link takes you to the last part of six.) 

take my hand | 920w | The worst part, by far, is not seeing anything. There are sounds, people talking like he isn’t even in the room, machines beeping and doors opening, quick busy steps against the floor.

let me take you to the edge of the stars and back again | 3,0k | Chris takes his sweet, sweet time before he gives Leon what he wants.

I’m going to seduce you | 1,1k | Jesus Christ, they’d had sex. Leon groaned again, this time less because of the headache and more because he felt so unbearably dumb. He’d probably had the best sex of his life, and he couldn’t remember it.

a little help | 430w | Those fucking idiots, Claire thought for the millionth time, as she watched her brother give the biggest dumbest heart eyes at Leon, who was blissfully oblivious about everything going on around him.

the way to anyone’s heart (the answer is food, good food)  | 2,4k | Chris asks Leon to teach him how to cook. (Spoiler: Leon doesn't know how.)

oh the horror | 270w | “I seriously don’t understand why you want to watch this shit,” Leon groaned, pressing his face into Chris’ chest.

jealousy | 670w | Chris swallowed hard, downed the last of his beer, and took the leap. “I’m jealous okay.”

twist me up | 510w | Sure Chris had always known that Leon was flexible. Sure he had seen him even do these weird-ass yoga poses more than once. There was nothing new to it.

meet the parents | 600w | Leon brings Chris home for Christmas.

precious cargo | 930w | Chris lugs Leon around like luggage.

it's always been you | 870w  | The hardest thing for Leon was when someone he cared about was in danger but there was nothing he could do about it. And then Chris fell into a ravine.

come away with me (to another world) | 2,0k | Leon finally gets a vacation.

first time sucker | 930w | “I don’t know, because it’s fun?” Leon said. “I promise you, you’re missing out.”

read my scars | 1,9k | Chris learns about Leon's scars.

battered and bruised | 650w | Ignoring the bruises and scrapes he had, Chris turned around and sprinted towards Leon, gritting his teeth against the strain moving put on his side.

a different kind of proposal | 500w | “If you keep fucking me this good,“ he breathed out, unsure if Chris even heard the words, “I’ll have to marry you.“

welcome home | 370w | The door had barely fallen shut behind Chris when Leon was in his personal space, grabbing him by the lapels of the trench coat he was wearing so he could pull him in close for a kiss.

I’d always choose you | 280w | Ada was something they didn’t talk about. When someone, anyone, brought her up Leon clammed up and changed the subject. And Chris had tried to be understanding, had tried to be patient, had tried his very best to respect Leon’s boundaries with this. But Chris was only human.

fuck or die | 1,7k | Chris gets hit by a weird plant, and his hard-on just will not go down. Until Leon takes matters into his hands.

i need a hug | 470w | “I think,“ Leon sighed, but then it was like all fight bled from him and he slumped a little forward. “I need a hug.“

oh no there’s only one bed | 990w | “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just one night. I’m sure you’ve slept with worse persons than me.”

the butt that became a pillow | 420w | Chris falls asleep on Leon.

like father like son | 2,8k | Leon finds out he has a son.

monster magnet | 1,1k | Leon didn’t know when it had become something he recognized so easily. When had it become so normal for mutated creatures to look at him with such unadulterated lust.

please be okay | 620w | Leon faints from sheer exhaustion. 

like father like... grandson? | 4,1k | Liam proposes to a girl but ends up with Piers anyway. Chris and Leon are the friendly neighborhood grandpas. Their grandson is adorable, and Leon thinks he takes after him. Obviously. (feat. Piers/OMC)

black lace | 790w | Chris gets to come home to Leon in thigh high black lacy stockings and matching lingerie, instantly sending Chris’ brains into an overdrive.

at least let me help | 790w | Leon opens the door an inch, Chris uses the given opportunity to slam it wide open. Metaphorically speaking.

bridal style | 200w | Leon refuses the medical check up. So Chris carries him.

dance with me | 1,0k | Wedding planning with two schmoopy idiots in love.

drunken cravings | 480w | Chris and Leon are drunk, hungry, and incapable of cooking.

blow me | 650w | Chris gets his brains sucked out through his dick.

Claire knows best | 610w | Chris tries to set Leon up with Claire. Then Claire does set Leon up with Chris.

chase the demons away | 940w | Chris struggles with nightmares, Leon is there to hold him through them.

dance me to the end of love | 550w | Leon struggles to learn to dance.

Piers/Leon, Chris/Leon

fate changed (we keep loving as if the story isn't over yet) | 34,3k | In hindsight, Leon knew the second he opened the door and saw Chris standing there, dressed in his service uniform, mouth pinched to a grim line and unable to meet Leon’s gaze straight. There was only one logical reason for it, only one way to explain why he was standing there like he would rather be anywhere else, and Leon almost slammed the door right in his face. --  Or the one wherein no one really knows how to handle their grief, but somehow life goes on anyway. (I’m still so proud of this one negl)

Chris/Leon/Krauser

hearts beating fast (let's make this moment last) | 5,7k | Chris gets invited in for a threesome. The clever thing would’ve been to refuse, knowing his unrequited, helpless feelings. But then again, he’s just a man.

OT3

double the fun | 3,1k | Truthfully, Leon hadn’t thought his day could get this much better. Everything had gone wrong from the second he’d woken up and he’d already written the day off entirely, until the moment Chris had looked him dead in the eye and asked “How do you feel about two at once?”

of cuddles and blanket forts | 620w | Piers and Leon build a blanket fort. Chris would think they’re idiots, but they might actually be kind of brilliant.

hair straightener or waffle iron? | 310w | Chris and Piers break Leon’s hair straightener.

the last piece of the puzzle | 2,7k | The one wherein two becomes three.

not alone | 2,3k | Completely on accident, Piers and Chris happen to be there to save Leon from a tight spot. Cuddles ensue.

Krauser/Leon

drive me crazy (your eyes made me crave for this) | 2,3k | It was the best sex Krauser had ever had in his life. That’s why he kept coming back to Leon, kept saying ‘yes’ every single time the man as much as hinted that he might be up for meeting. He was getting off, and he was enjoying every second of it, and that was the extent of it. There certainly weren’t any feelings involved. None. None at all. 

enjoying the view | 200w | Krauser likes ass-watching.

carry me to bed | 440w | Slowly Leon was coming back to his senses. Sweat was cooling on his skin, the hard surface of the table underneath him starting to feel uncomfortable.  

and I lied that we would be fine | 1,1k | Leon knows he isn’t supposed to be doing this. There’s a vague recollection of something more important, something he should be focusing on, but the vast majority of his world has narrowed down onto the slick slide of their bodies, on the cheap scratchy sheets on his skin, on the sound of Krauser’s voice in his ear, and he can’t bring himself to care.

yet never enough | 1,9k | Krauser likes mirrors.

of wanting | 400w | Leon’s laughter echoed in the room as Krauser pinned him against the wall, before shutting him up with a ravenous kiss.

better with you | 590w | Despite knowing Krauser had his back, Leon was genuinely surprised when the man sat down right next to him instead of telling him to suck it up and get moving.

breakfast | 530w | Lately things had slowly begun to shift. And Leon wasn’t sure yet what was going on. Or how he felt about it.

kill me now | 900w | It was more than clear how much Krauser enjoyed their frantic attempts to kill one another, and Leon’s traitorous body shivered in response, the memory of times long gone returning like no time had passed at all.

lust that I've already spilled | 1,4k | “C’mon, Leon,” Krauser taunted, grinning as widened his stance. “This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

will you just look at me | 650w | Krauser refuses to do feelings.

Wesker/Chris

I am the light that shall lead you to darkness | 1,8k | In all honesty, Chris wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up here: a panting mess, bent over a massive wooden table with Wesker holding him down laughably easily. 

the light to drown in darkness | 2,0k | Wesker craves Chris. So Wesker takes Chris.

love-hate-(obsession?) | 470w | Wesker is a lovesick fool. If he wasn’t also a homicidal maniac, Jill would almost feel sorry for him.

[mrs-scm-wife]

Who is your favorite god based on personality??

I have to choose one???? But ;-; I love them all? So much? Ah, okay, I’ll try.

Leon: He literally always makes it clear he has eyes only for you. He may be arrogant and sometimes downright mean to others, but for you he lets those walls come down and becomes a puddle of love. Leon is so sweet and caring of you, especially after some “night-ins” and treats you like his queen. He even follows your “goldfish” ways, despite having the power to teleport. Also, he is like a little cub for Karno, and I find that hilarious. The normal dominant Lion is now a small cub. I adore all of this about him, including how he is willing to change his way of thinking for you and puts his complete and utter trust in your hands. ALSO, Leon changes drastically in his own route. He goes from this arrogant, self-centered bastard, to someone understanding (maybe), and caring.

Karno: I joke about Karno all the time being boring and plain, but it doesn’t mean I love him any less. He has this soft dominance aura around him that everyone complies with. Karno loves humans so much and he would do anything to save them. He sounds like that kind of dude who would go to busy, public places and sit and watch others. I don’t think I’d be romantically in love with him, but I would consider him a close friend. Friend-zoned. To me, Karno is that mom friend. He always watches your back, knows many things you probably don’t, and takes care of you even when you don’t know it. Plus, he has this leadership side to him that I really like. In any substory with a group, he is most likely the group leader who helps get things done and stays on top of everyone.

Teorus: Where do I begin?! This dude is childish as heck?! But, that’s the charm in him. He is like a little boy with a crush on a girl in kindergarten. Teorus will get all pouty and sulky when you hang with other boys and then all happy when you talk to him. Teorus has determination when it comes to you, his motivation. Several times I have witnessed him trying to handmake or cook for you even if he doesn’t know the terms of cooking and ends up making Scorpio throw up and Hue pass out from trying his “food.” He’s so adorable, ugh. I can’t help but love his oblivious thinking when it comes to consequences too. This man literally stops time for you just so you can stay in bed with him. It’s cute, but we are sure he will get in trouble for that. Teorus just always wants to please you.

Huedhaut: AHHHH! Dude, we ALL know why we love this man?!?!?! HE IS THE DEFINITION OF SARCASM. A man who is able to tease me with CLEVER and snarky comments is always a bonus point. He is incredibly wise, I mean how else did he get that title, and knows how to deal with people like Leon. Huedhaut is the quiet type in all honesty. He doesn’t talk too much, but he gives you his honest opinions and helps you through whatever your delima is. Slight spoiler ahead, but it’s very vague. Huedhaut would literally do anything for you. He wants to protect you in every possible way. He’s that protective of you. Feeling jealous of her? Noted. Private gallery walk with memories of only you two. Huedhaut just wants you to know how much you mean to him.

Tauxolouve: Boi, he is definitely a refined man. We don’t see much of him sadly, but from what we do see we know he’s definitely a family man. He is so sweet to others and takes teasing quite easily. Yes, he does play around with goddesses a lot, but when he meets you, that all stops. He is thoughtful of how you might see things versus how he sees them as, but never pushes you out of your comfort zone. Lou is pretty carefree when it comes to other things, but he’s serious with you. To be honest, I think he has a very mysterious personality. It seems to me he doesn’t tell you many things. You figure it out on your own. Compared to most of the other gods, he’s mature in his own way since he doesn’t get get flustered by small things, like Scorpio,... but that doesn’t mean he loves you any less.

Aigonorus: This god totally has a laidback, chill, seemingly uncaring personality. He does whatever he wants whenever he wants and doesn’t care for the consequences. However, when it comes to you, he is loving, caring, and eager to make you happy. Although sometimes his lazy nature gets in the way of his job, he always has enough energy to be with you... sometimes. Aigo isn’t rude to you like the other gods are sometimes. In fact, he only wants you to be his pillow, haha, but there’s always more to him than you think. For example, he has a freaking goat. He loves his animals so much, and I love animals, so you can imagine how much connection I have with him. Aigonorus will always love you even if your mind is clouded with dark thoughts of the future. He wants you to be at ease.

Zyglavis: Uptight. That’s his main personality. He is so strict about everything he does. It’s obvious he’s a rule follower and hates breaking the rules for any reason. He has immense respect for the king, no matter how much he plays with him, and argues with the Leon on his attitude toward the king. Zyglavis has top notch manners and will teach you how to act properly. Even if he may seem intimidating and scary, you knew he’s sweet pudding in the inside. When it comes to you, he is willing to break some laws for you to show you how much he loves you and to save you. Did I also mention he has a soft spot for children? Well, he does and it’s the cutest thing you will ever witness. He cares deeply for humans and the heavens. Why else would he work so hard for both of them? Zyglavis is loyal to humans, the King, and you.

Scorpio: One word: tsundere. All of us know it, including Leon. He is harsh, brash, and hurtful with his words and attitude toward others. He is brave when it comes to the King as well. He doesn’t back down from him, ever. Zyglavis is probably the only one that Scorpio publicly shows he respects. Scorpio has little patience with anyone or thing, and he even has a dark side to him that makes him synthesize with children’s pain. He is relentless when he punishes because of this. On the contrast, for you, he is sweet and loving. You are his number one now. Scorpio is still innocent to PDA though, I don’t think that will ever change. But, don’t be fooled, he can still bite when he needs to. I feel like Scorpio can actually be sensitive sometimes because your words and actions can cut him deeply if you say the wrong thing.

Dui: Well... he kind of has two? Dui has a sweet side where he adores absolutely everything you do and is curious about everything you talk about. He can listen to you for hours and never gets bored. Occasionally, he will be pulled into Ikky’s pranks, but he always protects you from them. He can get shy sometimes when you take charge, but he has no shame for PDA. In fact, the gods all think of you as that sickeningly sweet couple. On the other hand, his other personality is more rough, dominant, and confident. Shadow Dui is still caring about you though. He loves you just as much, but he has a harder time being vulnerable around you. He prefers to act tough and even throw in some naughty hints. His attitude is more forceful for the most part, but he looks out for Dui at the same time. Both make sure to care for you though.

Ichthys: This troublemaker is full of pranks. He enjoys seeing others fall for his genius plans and is carefree as ever. I’d say his motto is “YOLO.” It fits him well because he doesn’t think twice before he makes these. He is pretty fearless, in a sense, because he knows what Scorpio and Zyglavis will do to him if he gets caught. When he is with you, he is incredibly adventurous. His creativity is the next level because he can create a whole new world with only a snap of his fingers. Just beware that he can go from a man child to your man in an instant. Ichthys can get real mature when it comes to nighttime fun. Another thing is that he can come off as a peacemaker when he really needs to. He hates leaving people unhappy. Ikky thrives on making people happy by his pranks or adventures he drags them into.

Krioff: I love this man so much. He is so innocent when it comes to women or anything, to be honest. His aloof demeanor is charming to me. He tries to understand what the gods are saying, but his mind isn’t built like theirs. He’s definitely a quiet type with a rough touch. Krioff for sure is an inner softy. He may have a difficult time showing his feelings, but he makes sure to give you what you want. His background really helps you understand his personality a lot more. He’s shameless in some cases though, like making out with you on a worshipping ground. Krioff also cares about his family, despite the obstacles that have raised. He wants to always keep you safe no matter what and even risks his life for you multiple times. He is a hard worker when it comes to making peace with other gods as well.

Partheno: Oh gosh, the beauty god. His personality is twisted, and I like that. He is unpredictable to say the least. Most of his thoughts are in the gutter which makes him such a perv at times. However, he is deeper than that and only you can see how he really is. Partheno is not stuck up like some of the other gods are, and he doesn’t feel the need to act superior either. He was the last character to be released before the creators ended the title, basically, so I hope they show more of his different sides soon. Partheno is always thinking of you. I think he talks about you more than the other gods actually. He is pretty hopeful too and he trusts you a lot? Like, I almost cried in season one because of that ONE CG. You are literally his world. I’m sure the other gods would turn out okay if you didn’t choose him, but not Parthy! He depends on you.

......So, in conclusion, I’m still clueless as to who is my favorite, personality wise.

[forthestarprinces]

the five times huedhaut learns about love (and the one time he didn’t)

Or, the five times you fall in love with the gods (and the one time you didn’t)

i. Leon

Of course it would begin with the stalking lion -- in what other way does love begin?

He saw it coming from the second he saw her gaze flit to the haughty man. (He would see it end with her gaze on him, too.) Leon had smirked and swaggered and ultimately stood in front of the entire court in the heavens and testified that he would only ever learn to love from one woman.

Huedhaut quietly thinks that he, too, will only not only learn to love once, but twice, now. For in this version he is in love with her, too.

ii. Scorpio

Huedhaut knows the tale of the scorpion and the frog well. (And he is asked to live through this, this version of love?)

“And what if you sting me?” asks the frog of the scorpion.

“Why, then we would both drown,” replies the scorpion.

Scorpio protects her. He cares for her. But he also shouts at her, his anger ever-present and only slightly softened by this woman’s experience.

Huedhaut can only watch as the distraught man visits her every day for ten thousand years, and knows that in another story perhaps Hue was the one visiting her instead. But not in this one.

Because when she opens her eyes, the stars twinkling so brightly that it hurts his eyes to even look at, it is Scorpio she looks for first.

“Why did you sting me?”

“It was only in my nature.”

iii. Teorus

It is a finished story of a prince finding his princess the second the blonde man lays his eyes on you. Because his appetite is nothing if not monstrous, and Huedhaut was a fool for ever thinking that in this version perhaps he would be the prince.

And of course Teorus would stop time so you wouldn’t die.

And he hears your voices from down the hall.

“I’m going to die eventually, Teorus.”

Huedhaut despairs. But how am I going to save you this time?

iv. Dui

In this one, Huedhaut bites his tongue.

Dui had once learned love, and had been punished for doing so. And yet Huedhaut cannot help but fear for you the most in this story.

Because how can Huedhaut keeps you safe when at any moment, he can come out? The unpleasant version of a man who can’t control himself.

In this version Huedhaut learns not only love but also forgiveness. At this time he has seen many different versions of love.

He hopes that next time around you will choose him.

V. Ichthys

Mortality is painful.

There are daily reminders of it. Annual reminders of growing older. Decades in which you are officially named older than the last. Huedhaut has watched it all fly by, never quite knowing when Ichthys’s internal clock will finally strike midnight.

And in this version, he sees you fall apart.

He sees you beg for a childish god back, beg for another chance to be annoyed with a silly prank, watch you beg to heaven or hell or anybody who would listen to you.

In this version, he rests his hand on your shoulder.

“He’s gone.”

And he watches as you stare up at him, the stars shining so brightly in one of your eyes.

In this version, he wonders what you would do if he explained how to sacrifice your stars for your love.

vi. The one that doesn’t happen

He stands on the roof, watching your finger hover from god to god, shaking and so, so little and fragile. And he represses a smile because in this one he knows you’ll choose him.

“I,” you start off. All six gods watch in anticipation and Huedhaut wants to scream, to rip out the stars from his eyes and rip the heavens apart and start all over again. And then you finish it and he stops in his tracks. “I am sorry. But I cannot choose. I cannot help any of you.”

“But, you’re the ex-goddess,” Teorus protests.

“You need to help us, woman.”

And Huedhaut smiles wryly and laughs humorlessly, because of course there is no version in which you fall in love with him. He should have learned that by now.

There were five versions, eleven in total, in which Huedhaut learns of your love. Of course it makes sense that there is nothing left for him.

There are five versions, eleven in total, in which you fall in love with the gods. Of course you were too blind to see that just maybe there would have been a twelfth, too.

[flatsuke]

for you, the world

Title: for you, the world

Summary: Sometimes, he wished someone out there could grant the wishes of a god. Time Loop AU

Genre:  Angst, Romance

Pairing:  MC/Leon

Rating: T

a/n: Happy Belated Birthday @maidofstars!! I’m sorry this came really late, but I wanted this to be good lmao! This fic was heavily inspired by Madoka Magica’s 3rd Movie! I thought it would be fitting for Leon :’) 

Also a big thank you to @kiserusmoke for getting my ass into overdrive  also @angel34jolly-blog, i finally made a Leon fic :D

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The wishes always came to Leon in endless streams.

As a Wishes minister, he’d heard them all before. The annoying lottery wishes, the please-let-me-get-an-A wishes, the heal-my-dog wishes—he’d heard everything, and frankly, he was tired of doing so.

None of those could hold a candle to the sheer amount of love wishes that landed on his desk, however.

Humans never seemed to stop wishing about love, and that annoyed Leon to no end. There was always someone out there who wanted love to be shaped according to their terms, without any consideration for anything else. Leon thought there was nothing more disgustingly human than that.

It came to a point where he had to put his foot down and ban granting love-related wishes in the department. He was sure the other gods had their misgivings with this development, but no matter. His word was the next best thing to the law in the heavens.

“Leo, don’t you think you’re being a bit hasty with this decision?” Karno asked him. Typical of the Cancer god, Leon thought. Always the only one brave enough to question me.

“Of course not. There’s no merit in granting wishes that aren’t worth anything.”

It was true. Leon couldn’t think of any goldfish wishes that didn’t have some hint of human greed or selfishness in them. The mere thought of granting any of them left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Except, maybe, for one wish.

There was one goldfish whose wish didn’t disgust him immediately. The human—a little girl—always looked at the stars with her hands clasped and asked for the same thing—

“I wish something wonderful would happen.”

It was vague, childish even. But it held the hopes and dreams of a little goldfish with stars in her eyes.

Maybe just once, he’d grant this wish.

i.

That trickster of a king must’ve had a twisted sense of humor if he thought sending Leon on Earth to erase his mark of sin was funny.

But sending him on earth knowing full well that he’d fall for the ex-goddess? The king was an absolute bastard.

The goldfish, in her enthusiasm, had invited to him to attend the Star Festival with her. He willingly chose to indulge her—after all, this was the last thing he could do for her before he’d face the wrath of the heavens. He had to leave her with something, and all he was allowed to give was a memory worth keeping.

Unfortunately, their evening was ruined when Minister Ponytail decided to make himself known.

“Lay a hand on her and you’ll regret it.” Leon was smirking, but his words had no mirth in them whatsoever.

“…Because you don’t want any harm to come to her?”

For the first time in the long time they’ve known each other, though he’d never admit it, Leon agreed.

Leon knew, deep down, that Zyglavis did nothing out of malice. He only acted out of a sense of misplaced duty and honor, not to mention the fact that he was incapable of seeing things beyond black and white logic.

That, Leon thought, was his greatest mistake. He would never beat Leon as long as he lived by that outdated mentality.

Leon was already preparing to block Zyglavis’ attack, but he underestimated how foolish she was.

(And how selfless she was.)

Humans were not supposed to have holes in their chests, but here she was, charred skin surrounding the gaping wound right on her heart. She slumped onto the ground, and he was reminded of the little fish they won earlier, now flapping helplessly beside her.

“Why did she…?” Not even Zyglavis could’ve predicted that she’d try to shield Leon from the attack.

But none of that mattered right now.

Leon felt his suppressed power well up in him in waves, and despite all the chaos around him, he could only see red. How dare this insolent god hurt her, how dare this filthy world reject her—

How dare you for not protecting her, Leon.

“Leon! Don’t do this, there are humans here!” Zyglavis’ screams were already white noise to him.

He remembered a wish long ago that he promised himself he’d grant.

If there was anything Leon was completely sure of, it’s that he would do anything to make sure it would come true.

Even if I have to do it over and over.

ii.

This time, he was able to save her before Zyglavis’ attack reached her. Only, in her attempt to keep him from going berserk at Zyglavis, her body absorbed all the impact from his unleashed power.

This time, it was his fault.

But despite all that, she forgave him. Even when he was being dragged off to the heavens to stand trial, she didn’t blame him for causing her pain. Hell, she even begged him to take her with him.

(How could he compete against that?)

In the end, both of them stood before everyone in the Punishments court. She was beside him, obviously unnerved by the scrutinizing looks of all the gods. Still, she met all their gazes head-on with the hidden strength he came to love.

That’s my goddess.

He was, as the humans would say, in deep shit. But seeing her stand her ground against the likes of the ponytailed stick-up-the ass gave him a reason to smile through all this.

“The time of judgement has arrived,” Zyglavis’ stern voice rang across the hall. “You were exiled to Earth for committing the sin of defiling a goddess. However, instead of spending your time on Earth atoning for your sin, you broke a law of the heavens.”

She trembled beside Leon, holding his hand tighter—tighter than she did the first night they met.

“Do you admit to this sin, Leon, wild lion of the heavens?”

He smirked. Of course, he knew exactly what he did better than anyone. The old adage of the heavens, “a god must not love a human more than any other,” rang in his head, but he didn’t bother entertaining the thought further. In fact, he’d abandoned that thought long before he arrived in court.

You’re the only person here that matters.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Zyglavis,” Leon said, giving the other god his best sneer. “I never denied that I broke the law.”

“Tread carefully, lion—”

“But the fact remains that she helped me erase my sin. So make of that what you will.”

The furrow in Zyglavis’ brow only grew more pronounced. “Of all the gods here, your power is paramount to the balance heavens.”

Again with his “balance” foolishness—

“That’s no concern of mine," Leon said.

“Watch your mouth,” Zyglavis scolded, his voice reverberating. “Despite everything, you are still the head of the Department of Wishes—for the time being. I will have you decide now. God or human—which do you choose?”

Leon knew this was a trick question. Should he choose to be human, he would lose his powers, thereby rendering her unable to return to Earth. If he chose to remain a god, he would have to do the unthinkable.

“…Are you asking me to kill her?” His voice took a deadly edge.

“If you don’t, then the only path left for you is extinguishment.”

She panicked visibly at that, and Leon could already read her thoughts—all of which asked him to kill her and save his own life.

Like I would ever let that happen.

She’d told him before that she never wanted to be separated from him, even at the cost of her life. As a wish-granting god, Leon could only do what he did best.

The space around him shifted. The light around him grew to a blinding gold, and he knew the end was near. Yet, none of that mattered to him.

To hell with the King, the gods, and the heavens. If he was a sinner, then so be it. Let the world condemn him, so long as she could have another chance at happiness.

And I would do it again, just to see you smile.

iii.

He was back at the planetarium again, just like the first night they met.

True to her nature, she leapt off the planetarium’s balcony to save a little boy from falling. The force of the boy’s fall was too strong, and just like before, she was pulled over the side of the roof, falling to what could have been her untimely death.

But unlike before, he wasn’t the god who saved her this time.

Leon distinctly heard her heart call out for Huedhaut.

True enough, Hue responded at a moment’s notice, and Leon had never seen the god of Aquarius look so desperate before.

Not since he’d lost that person all those years ago.

Hue held her carefully, guiding her gently back to the planetarium. She, in turn, clung onto him as tightly as she could.

At the back of his mind, Leon always knew that she and Hue had a connection of some sort. He wasn’t a fool not to know that Hue’s missing stars and the reincarnated goddess’ existence were related. In fact, Leon never missed the way Hue looked at her longingly, as if she would disappear from his sight if he didn’t watch her.

Still, seeing them together still sent a stab of pain in Leon all the same.

He supposed this world wasn’t the one meant for him. If he was right, then she was meant to be with Hue in this world. It wasn’t Leon’s place to interfere. He would stay in the sidelines and support them. All that mattered was that she ended up happy.

However, Fate loved to play tricks on the good, and she was the greatest of the good.

Huedhaut returned to the heavens after his mark of sin faded, but her heart didn’t sit well with his absence. Day after day, the rain never stopped its barrage on Earth—a clear reflection of her feelings.

Feelings Leon knew all too well.

Zyglavis, ever the dutiful square, gave her the option of letting Huedhaut die to save Earth, or to let herself die to save both him and Earth.

And, just like always, she gave herself up so easily.

(He wondered if this unending agony was what Hue had to live with for eons.)

iv.

Leon remembered an interesting question Vega posed one day.

“If the gods grant the humans’ wishes, then who grants the gods’ wishes?”

For the life of him, he didn’t know. Supposedly, gods were existences of the highest order; they were at the pinnacle of the everything, able to manipulate the laws of creation at will.

Yet the only wish he’s ever had, the only person that made his world have any semblance of meaning in it—

“I’m sorry, Leo,” Karno had his eyes closed in sorrow. “She was trying to save a boy from a moving car, but…”

He didn’t need to hear Karno continue. He’d already seen her body sprawled on the crosswalk, blood and viscera splattered everywhere.

Humans prayed to the gods to grant their wishes, but Leon had no one to pray to.

v.

Gods didn’t fail.

They were perfect beings that naturally excelled at everything. That was how everything was and always will be.

But after holding her limp body against his chest for the nth time, Leon didn’t think so anymore.

vi.

If this world was the King’s doing, Fate’s doing, or some sick being’s doing, then they were truly despicable in the worst ways.

Leon looked everywhere, but he couldn’t find a single trace of her in this world. He went to the planetarium and asked her friend Hiyori about her, but she only told him that no one of that name ever worked there. Her ever-cozy apartment was vacant, with no sign of anyone ever living in it. Hell, he even checked her family registry only to find out her parents never had any children.

It was utter blasphemy for her not to exist. No one among the gods could fathom his grief, not Karno, not Zyglavis, not even Hue. To them, Leon holing himself up in his private flower field was just another show of his apathy toward everything and not a means of escape from his dreadful reality.

So be it.

He would leave this world and let it rot like the trash it was. A world without her in it wasn’t one worth living in.

vii.

Leon already stopped counting when he reached the thousands. Snapping his fingers was growing tiring at every failure he’s lived through, and the gods have noticed his growing disdain for the universe.

The King had told him once before that gods loved all beings equally.

However, all Leon could think of was how fast this world could end.

viii.

Supposedly, as a god, Leon had all the time in the world. In theory, it made sense. Gods were immortal by nature, and the long stretch of time was nothing to the lifespan of a god.

But if Leon was being honest, his greatest enemy wasn’t the Department of Punishments or even the King.

It was time.

There was never enough time to prepare himself for her inevitable death. There was never enough time for him to save her.

(How he wished to grab time by its throat and crush it with his hands, so that it would know at least a fraction of his pain.)

ix.

Maybe, Leon thought, he should just ask her to wish for his unconditional success.

(He stopped for a while and asked himself if it was possible for gods to go insane.)

x.

Why?

Why are you still so selfless even after everything?

xi.

I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

xii.

He still had one last option, one last trump card he’s kept to himself all this time. If he used it, he’d be breaking not only the laws of the heavens, but that of the universe as well—of reality itself.

But that didn’t matter to him. It never did.

He’d told her this before, and he’d say it forever:

If loving you is a sin, then let me be a sinner.

xiii.

None of the other gods could hold Leon down in his divine form. The King himself tried to step down and intervene, but Leon was stronger. No one in the world could ever hope to understand his grief.

It was for her alone.

He would become an existence far beyond the god of Leo; he would be her direct antithesis—selfishness itself.  The universe would be rewritten according to his terms, and his terms alone. She would never again be hurt by anything or anyone.

He would specifically make it a universal law to never have her be hurt.

“Please, think about what you’re doing!” Karno yelled at him. “You can’t just destroy everything like that!”

Leon only held her in his arms tighter, the light around them becoming blinding.

Even the scorpion couldn’t hide his panic. “You’re messing with shit beyond our realm!”

“Leon, this isn’t what I—” she tried to plead with him, but he only smiled at her.

Now I can finally—

“Leon! Stop!”

—grant your wish.

xiv.

He sat alone on his throne, marveling at his new creation. The threads of his new cosmos were beginning to form, and he was satisfied. Everything was just as it should be.

“Leon,” said a low voice from the end of the hall. It was Huedhaut, still in his divine form.

How impertinent.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Hue said. His eyes blazed a cool, blue fire.

“Oh, I do. But feel free to enlighten me.”

“You—you’ve tampered with something that shouldn’t be touched,” he said. “You may be a god, but you have no right to just change the order of the universe—even if it was for her!”

I would’ve expected you of all people to understand, Hue.

“Maybe not. But well, I’m not a god anymore, you see. I’ve become something far beyond that, so I doubt it’s in your best interest to defy me like this,” Leon said, a deadly grin on his face.

“I won’t just let you do this, Leon.” Hue channeled his energy into an orb, aiming it at Leon.

“Before that, let me ask you something,” said Leon. “Why are you missing stars in one eye?”

“You know exactly why—”

With a snap of Leon’s fingers, Huedhaut reverted back to his regular Wishes uniform, his godly form nothing but an afterthought. He stood there, dazed at the sudden shift of power in him.

“Let me ask you again. Why are you missing stars in one eye?”

Hue’s expression became clouded, like he was trying to decipher the world’s mysteries. He held up his hand to his right eye, but his face remained troubled.

“II’m not sure…was it always like that…?”

If Leon were still his old self, he would’ve felt guilt at meddling with his friend’s memories. All he could feel now, however, was impatience.

“Yes, it was. But don’t worry, I’ll give them back to you on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t interfere.”

If loving you is a sin, then let me be a sinner.

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Donning his human disguise, Leon visited the planetarium roof—the place where it all began—and he hoped to find her there.

Sure enough, she stood at the balcony, hands clasped in prayer at the stars. He felt his heart break at the sight of her smiling so openly.

How long has it been since he last saw her smile?

Too long.

“So, are you making a wish?”

She turned to him, startled, before giving a reply. “Well, um, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there, sir. Are you hoping to ask more about the Star Tour package?”

She was still the same flustered goddess she’s always been. His eyes narrowed in affection.

“I’m talking about the stars,” he said, pointing up. “Do you actually believe wishes come true when you wish upon them?"

“Oh…well, I guess I do. It’s nice to think that there’s someone out there who can hear me.”

I will always hear you, so you can wish for anything you want.

“Is that so?”

“Yes…” she said, trailing off. “Honestly, this is going to sound weird, but I feel like my wishes always come true when I see a shooting star. I guess I’m kinda lucky in that sense.”

I’m glad I could make you happy here, then. Never stop smiling, my precious goddess.

“But you know,” she turned back to the stars, a faraway look in her eyes. “Sometimes, it all feels strange. Like I’m supposed to be somewhere else, and that this isn’t real at all...”

He felt a surge of divine power come from her, and he knew that this was her innate selflessness rejecting the very nature of this universe, which was borne from his own selfish wish. If he let her power run amok, she would surely choose to restore everything back to what it once was, and he couldn’t let that happen. Not after everything they’d been through.

I’m sorry.

Leon immediately embraced her as tightly as he could, both to repress her power and to feel her softness against him. It had been far too long since he held her like this, far too long since he felt any semblance of peace. He couldn’t stop his tears from falling.

“You’re perfect,” he told her gently. “You should stay exactly as you are.”

“Um, s—sir?” She was obviously confused at his sudden boldness, and the power that once flowed from her halted to a complete stop at her shift in mood.

This is all for you. It always has, and it always will be.

He stepped away from her, taking in the apple-red blush on her cheeks. He’d missed this more than anything.

“Just as I thought,” he said. “The stars in your eyes really are the most beautiful.”

He knew she was probably confused—but that was okay. He didn’t want her to suffer with the burden of knowledge; she never should. Maybe the day will come when her memories come back, but for now, all she had to do was be happy.

He’d promised himself on that day so many, many years ago that he’d grant the wish of that little goldfish girl.

And that was all that mattered.

[dangantruth-a-blog]

;;

Since I’m inspired.

Here’s all my pregame verses for my V3 muses.

Take a look if you’re interested.

Himiko Yumeno / Hamako Yukimoto:

Hamako Yukimoto is a energetic, lively, and .. bossy girl who enjoys watching Dangan Ronpa in her spare time with her elder siblings. She partially enjoyed the main characters and how they never lost hope, but she always particularly hated characters that were used for comedy relief. She was the type in her class to bully overs, and why she wanted in this game was to begin to kill others, remarking how boring it was to be just all about hope.

Hamako attends the same school as Ayah and Maichi.

Maki Harukawa / Maichi Hamanaka:

Maichi Hamanaka was interested in Dangan Ronpa at first, but with how protective her parents were, she never got into it. One of her closest friends was eagerly watching the show, so she heard from him how wonderful and amazing it was, and became sort of aware of it. When he volunteered to be in the 52 games,

Maichi began to watch. With her gentle soul, she began to realize the game was way darker then she anticipated. She even grew to hate the game after her friend was killed off.. So she joined, to decide to change the game in her own way.

She’d win it without taking a life.

Maichi attends the same school as Ayah and Hamako

Tsumugi Shirogane / Tsuyoshi Shimamoto:

Tsuyoshi Shimamoto loved Dangan Ronpa, it was very near and dear to her heart while she grew up and dealt with High school shenanigans. Not quite fitting in at her high school, she used it as a escape and began to think of each and every character as real, and her friends. If a game came out, she was one of the first people there to try and buy it. She’d finish each and every game to a 100 percent, and even make sure to blog about her favorite characters, and share fanart. With her appreciation of the characters, became the need to cosplay them– So she began her journey of cosplaying, creating a independent Instagram where she showed her progress, showed her photos, and just began to grow more obsessed with the series. Her first killing game was actually the 51st series, where after she survived, Team Dangan Ronpa approached her and asked for a internship and attempt to mastermind the 52nd game– She accepted, and began masterminding her first killing game with Rantaro as one of the players. She rejected her old life, her old name, for the new title …

Tsumugi Shirogane.

Miu Iruma / Mitsuko Inoue:

Mitsuko Inoue is actually a very shy, inverted individual. . Seemingly bullied all the time, she took solace in one friend, Tsuyoshi, who showed her the amazing game, Dangan Ronpa. Falling in love with the characters, she admit she enjoyed it, but wondered how everything worked behind it, how ideas were born for the sake of hope versus despair– She was caught in the mechanics of it. She applied for the 53rd game, after realizing what happened to her friend Tsuyoshi, and how successful she became.

Kirumi Tojo / Katsumi Tsuji.

Katsumi Tsuji is actually a very selfish, unforgiving woman. Seemingly set on high status and working on her future en-devours at political life, she decided to try and make a name out of herself and gain fame and glory by winning the 53rd Dangan Ronpa game. Remarking how she’ll take down anyone in her way, for the betterment of herself let her in the games as the Ultimate Maid.

She did attend the same school Tsuyoshi and Mitsuko attended. They never quite got along though.

Kaede Akamatsu / Kotone Akaboshi

Kotone Akaboshi entered the 53rd Dangan Ronpa games on her own volition– Tired of her day to day life by helping her twin sister and father make enough money to pay rent, and going to school on a day to day basis, she wanted to do something, and be different. Seemingly spending some of the cash she makes on Dangan Ronpa merch, she fell in love with the games and characters as well.. And wanted to be apart of it. So, without her father knowing, nor her twin sister, she applied for the 53rd Dangan Ronpa games to win, remarking how she never believed in anyone, or anything in the first place.

After all, they always failed her before.

Kotone does not attend the school Tsuyoshi, MItsuko, Katsumi attended.

Gonta Gokuhara / Goro Gorumba.

V.1  Goro Gorumba was a fan since the beginning of the game– Seemingly loving most, if not all the characters, he was fascinated by how the court cases went. Remarking how they followed laws, and gave up on politeness in such a case, he grew more fascinated by how logic was thrown to the side and it was lead by emotions. Though, don’t let Goro fool you– He’s actually a tempermental arse himself, seemingly treating others like shit for his own entertainment, but he’s also smart, and amazing when he begins to think about how murders go down– he actually called out who would be a victim for one whole season without any hints, just by the character look, and how they acted!

Goro does not attend the Highschool Tsuyoshi, Mitsuko, and Katsumi attended. 

Angie Yonaga / Ayah Yonaga.

Ayah Yonaga was a student at All Kinds Of Stuff Highschool, that once dreamed of being apart of Dangan Ronpa– She idolized the show, enough that it became a day to day factor in her life. Any stream? Anything relevant to it? She read up, and tried to snag in her hands.

Her parents were protective, concerned, that it was taking up her day to day life, and had no time to practice Buddism like she was taught at home. Her obsession with the show seemed to.. Well, become her religious aspect. She aspired the characters, wanting to be just like them. When her family banned the game from her household, forcing her to focus more on her studies here and there, she finally admitted her biggest truth to her parents.

Ayah never believed in anything– Nihilistic as ever, she admitted that she never believed in a higher power, in a ‘happy ending’ heaven? Nothing. Ayah only believed she had one chance to live in this world before she was rotting away as a corpse. Disturbed, her parents began to monitor what she did at home– Always watching her study, having parental locks, and began to control almost any aspect of her life that they could.

So, the only way she was able to ever get involved with Dangan Ronpa was at school. She joined a club, lying that it was art and made really close friends who told her to audition one day. Covering for her, she audtioned to be apart of the show, and was able to join up.

Her favorite simply was the Musical characters– Ibuki, Sayaka, Leon, and she hoped that maybe someday, for Fan-artists, or simply artists to be apart of this killing game

Ayah attends the same school as Hamako and Maichi.

[a-curious-aquarius]

SCM: Immortal Soul

(So this got wildly out of control… but I just had too many feelings about Leon and the MC, seriously. He might be my favorite voltage guy ever, and you can tell he loves the MC SO MUCH. I hope I conveyed that.)

(Also… a ridiculously long nsfw ending. You have been warned, my children.)

Leon had never been one for sentiment.

Before meeting you, his time in the heavens had been marked by loneliness, by solitude and false idolization. He had no need for nostalgia, for fond reminiscing - there was no warmth to be found in his past.

Back then, if you had asked him about his life, he would have feigned contentedness with that cocky smirk of his. After all, he had never felt his soul at peace; he had never known true happiness. He couldn’t miss what he never had.

And then you stumbled into his life, head-first and gracelessly. At first, he had thought you to be a nuisance, nothing more than a tool to be used for his salvation.

But now, as he lay beside you in bed and watched you sleep, he couldn’t help but smile as he held you. You were so much more than he could’ve ever fathomed back then, so incredibly dear to him. He brushed a stray tendril of hair off your face, and at his touch, you whispered his name into the silence instinctively.

“Mm… Leon…”

He felt his heart constrict painfully at the sound, revelling in the pressure of your small body pressed against his own. He loved you more than he could comprehend, more than he had ever thought possible.

As he let his mind wander to his past, to your shared past, he couldn’t stifle a soft smile. Every moment you had ever shared was precious to him, even when you had frustrated him beyond belief or unintentionally brought him pain.

For once, he cherished his past. And for once, he eagerly awaited his future.

Only with you.

He found you in your apartment one morning, your gaze locked on the reflection in the mirror. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared, making him cock his head inquisitively with a smirk.

“Becoming a bit vain, are we?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, your face flushing before you could hide your embarrassment. “Leon!” you exclaimed in greeting, in surprise, your flustered tone of voice only heightening his amusement. “Don’t tease me.”

“Oh-ho, ordering a god?” he simpered, approaching you with that predatory look in his eye. “How brazen you’ve become.”

Shaking your head quickly, you pressed the palms of your hands to your burning face. “I was just… um.”

Leon cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. When you didn’t, he felt a spark of frustration in his chest as he narrowed his eyes. You can never just be honest, can you? “You know you can’t keep anything from me,” he boasted, crossing his arms pointedly.

You looked at the ground, suddenly very interested in your shoes, though he knew that your eyes were already filling with tears. “I found a grey hair,” you murmured. Your voice was so dejected, so despaired that Leon couldn’t help but laugh.

“Why worry about such a trivial thing?” he asked confidently, moving even closer to where you stood. You stared directly at him with widened eyes, your tears freely falling. “Obsessing over it will only make more appear,” teased Leon.

“No, that’s not…” you tried to explain, feeling your confession catch in your through. “I know I’m only in my 20’s right now, but what about in the future?”

He felt the corners of his mouth tug down slightly, already dreading what you would say next. He had thought about what you were insinuating many times, and he didn’t need to hear it from you, too.

“What about it?”

“Will you still-” You looked away from him now, your reddened eyes closing and forcing out more tears. “Will you still want me when I’m old and grey and…”

He frowned deeply, displeasure evident on his face. “You truly think I’m so fickle?” he challenged, lifting his chin to look down on you in irritation.

You didn’t answer as shame flooded through your body, though it was still masked by the potent uncertainty weighing you down.

Leon sighed, eyes softening as he took your face in his hands. Gently, he wiped away your tears with his thumbs and offered a comforting, sweet smile - the one he showed to you alone.

“You are the one who taught me to love,” he explained softly, shaking his head at you. What an infinite, impossible fool you are. “Nothing will ever stop me from loving you.”

“But you’re just so beautiful, and I’m only-”

Impatiently, he claimed your lips with an aggressive kiss, effectively cutting off any of your frustrating, fearful words. Deep inside, his heart was in disarray, despairing as he thought of the future, of you growing old and flickering out of his life as quickly as you stumbled in.

Your time together was as long as your life - and his was so, so much longer than that. Infinite, in fact. The thought of ever living without you threatened to choke him, so he forced your mouth open, tasted you like a starving man, drank you in greedily while he still could.

You were panting when he pulled away, eyes wet as you stared up at him. “You are mine,” he finished your sentence, gaze steady and never leaving your own. “And you will always, always be beautiful to me. Nothing could ever change that.” He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “I’ll always love you. Only you.”

“Forever?” you asked hopefully, and he had to stifle a laugh at your absurdity.

“Of course, even if you didn’t want me to,” he replied haughtily, though his words were punctuated by a tender kiss to your forehead.

Your sigh caressed his face, all the tension in your shoulders dissipating from palpable relief. “I love you, Leon.”

That was more than he could ever hope for.

“And I love you.”

Until the end of time.

Despite his attempts to avoid it, Leon couldn’t help but obsess over your conversation. He started to have repeated nightmares of chasing you, trying to hold onto you just to have you slip out of his fingers.

He would awaken, panting, only calming once he felt your solid warmth in his arms. Most of the time, your presence was enough to soothe him, to make him feel safe and secure. But once or twice, he would feel so suffocated by despair that he would kiss you awake, just so he could take you and sate himself on you, just so he could fill in that terrified, terrible hole in his chest.

After a while, he stopped sleeping and simply watched you. To him, you were a work of art - imperfect but carefully crafted, so beautiful that you took his breath away. To think he would ever not want you… it was an absurd thought. You were an absurd woman.

Weeks later, he was still weighed down by these depressing thoughts, and you were starting to notice. He tried to put on a brave face as he kissed you and headed off to the heavens, but he knew you saw right through him. You were the only one that could.

But how could he possibly tell you these fears? You were already such a sensitive human, even without his input. No, this was something he would keep to himself, something his heavy heart would bear alone. After all, if he spoke his thoughts aloud, your mortality would somehow become real, tangible.

Your endearing existence, beautiful but brief - there was no way he would ever find anyone like you once you were gone. Not that he’d want to. You were irreplaceable, irresistible, intoxicating. And he was yours, irrevocably, despite how proud he appeared. You had him so tightly wound around your little finger, had him more than willing to do anything to keep that smile on your face until the moment you were… until you…

He scowled as he left the mansion, eyes stinging and red. How annoying.

Leon had been summoned by the king that morning, a meeting to go over the state of the Department of Wishes and all the gods that Leon watched over. Meetings like these always bored him immensely - so he simply wore that casual smirk and indifferent air despite the turmoil in his heart.

“Is that all?” he asked sardonically as the summons came to an end. He tried his best to look positively unenthused, hoping that the King would take pity on Leon’s bored, suffering soul.

The King lifted his chin, staring at Leon’s face until the God of Leo felt small under his gaze. “Wild lion of the heavens,” the King began, “your heart is in disarray.”

“Oh?” Leon responded sarcastically, offering a lazy smirk. “And what could make you think that?”

“The Goddess of Fate,” the King said, not truly answering Leon’s question. “I can see that fearful thoughts of her are heavy on your heart. You are… disquieted, to say the least.”

Immediately, Leon’s face fell, an irate scowl replacing his grin. “And?” Suddenly, he wanted to flee. He wanted to run from whatever the King would say next, from the finality of his divine words.

“You have nothing to fear,” the King said vaguely, giving Leon a knowing look. “Just understand that nothing is impossible.” He stopped, smiled. “Why not ask Scorpio?”

Leon’s mouth fell open in surprise at the King’s implications, feeling a blossoming hope warm him from the inside out. The king simply winked at the wild lion before turning to leave the room, leaving Leon alone to process the King’s words.

Nothing is impossible. You have nothing to fear.

He rushed back to the mansion, heart pounding heavily, hopefully, fearfully. He was disheveled, unwound, practically panting as he practically ran to his room, desperate to see you and have his fill.

You were perched on his bed when he found you, a worn book in your hands, though you practically threw it in surprise when he slammed the door open.

“Leon?” you breathed, unsettled by the manic look in his eyes, by the way he gaped at you.

With a few long strides, he was sat beside you on the comforter, reaching out to grip at your waist. You gasped as he rolled over you, settling himself between your legs as if he belonged there.

“…Leon?” you murmured again, wide eyes gazing up at his own in confusion. He had no doubt you saw the hunger on his face, the desperation in the way he looked at you, and he felt pride swell within him when you shivered in his arms.

Before you could say anything more, he had claimed your lips - wet, sloppy, demanding. You immediately responded in kind, body relaxing against his as you wrapped your arms around his strong back. This time, it was him that said your name, practically a moan as your hips lifted into his. Body against body, friction building up in the space between your clothing.

One of his hands slipped under the material of your skirt, stroking the soft skin of your inner thigh. Your head fell back against the pillows with a heady whine, disconnecting your lips from his. Though he was irritated to be separated from you even slightly, seeing that look on your face was worth it. Eyes fluttered closed with bruised, parted lips heaving ragged sighs. He could feel his desperate body respond as you writhed beneath him, and he knew he was done with waiting.

Of course, he usually took his time with these kind of things, savoring every revealed piece of skin as he dragged your skirt down, unbuttoned your blouse with a feral grin. But tonight, he was greedy for every part of you, as if his soul would rend in two if he wasn’t buried within you.

With a snap of his free hand, you were both completely bare in an instant, the sudden touch of your naked skin doing unbelievable things to his head. You inhaled sharply at the sensation, eyes blinking open to stare into his eyes.

It was in moments like these that he could swear you saw straight into his soul, past the haughty demeanor and stars in his eyes. You looked at him like you knew his every thought, every fear, every desire and need and emotion. He fell apart at the way you stared, the way you stripped away his walls and left him entirely vulnerable.

It wasn’t a bad thing, though, to let you in. Quite the opposite.

“Why are you…?” you began to speak, surprised by your abrupt nakedness. You paused, lifting your small fingers to press against his cheek, staring at him even more intently. With furrowed eyebrows, you asked, “Are you alright?”

Leon let his head fall into the crook of your neck, somehow unnerved by the question. You were so soft, so frail, yet you always thought of him first. Impossible, impossible fool.

He couldn’t give you the truth, of course. Wouldn’t. The King had given him such comforting words, and yet… Leon knew he shouldn’t share them with you. You would only worry, obsess about the human life you would leave behind, about the people you would outlive with newfound immortality. You weren’t ready for this yet, but that was okay.

Because he knew, now - you were his. For eternity.

After leaving a soft bite on your shoulder, he lifted his head to gaze down at you. He couldn’t seem to ease into his confident, cocky smirk, completely overcome by the swirl of emotions within him - relief, joy, desire, desperation. And, of course, the greatest of these - his unending love for you.

He could tell you knew something was different by the way your lips parted, as if you were on the edge of another question. But he was okay, he was. Just… overwhelmed. Overflowing.

He needed…

Leon gripped your thighs with trembling fingers, (thankfully, you didn’t notice), hitching them at his hips. For a moment, he trailed a finger along the curve of your waist, revelling in the way your breathing hitched at his touch.

Without another word, your mouth was on his, conveying a heated hunger you were often too shy to show. But you felt emboldened, for some reason - encouraged by the need to comfort him, to wrap him up until he felt completely secure. You needed him to feel, through your touch, that every piece of you belonged to him.

He opened his lips to you, giving you a brief moment of control before he stroked his tongue along the curve of your bottom lip, claiming what was his with renewed vigor.

Pulling away, he moved his hand down between the two of you to brush against your sex, to stroke the most sensitive part of your body. You couldn’t suppress the cry that ripped out of your throat, though he swallowed the sound with his lips.

“That’s it,” he murmured against your mouth, quickening his skilled fingers. “Let your body feel me.”

“Ah - Leon!” you groaned, fingernails digging into the skin of your lover’s neck. “Don’t… don’t tease me.”

Finally, a small smile broke through the serious expression on his face. Everything about you was just too endearing - that flush on your cheeks, your fluttering eyelashes, the way your breathing quickened as he brought you even nearer to the edge. Before you could fall, however, he pulled his fingers away from where you needed them most.

You blinked up at him in a daze, confused as to why he stopped. “Leon, please.” You were so tightly wound, and you needed-

Well, he knew what you needed. He needed it, too, after all.

“Not yet,” he soothed, kissing away your frustrated tears. “I need to feel you around me when you come.”

Then he was pressing into you slowly, watching your face as it contorted with unadulterated pleasure. You were still so close, and he could definitely tell in the way your body clenched around him, welcomed him in with every movement.

Leon set a leisurely pace, let himself enjoy every flicker of emotion in your eyes, the feeling of your body pressing solidly against his, the way you threatened to undo him with every soft sigh.

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, trying so desperately to hold in any noises as you neared the edge again. He was enthralled by your own rapture, feeling a flush of heat race up his spine at the expression on your face.

“Don’t hold back,” he commanded, brushing his thumb against your lip and forcing you to release it. “I need to hear you, hear those sounds meant only for me.” He picked up the pace as he spoke, each thrust more punishing than the last.

“Ah-ahhh, Leon…” you moaned, unable to restrain yourself. “More, I need-”

Bringing his hand to slide down your body, he obliged, taking you with all the desperation and relief and joy within him. He saw that little scrunch of your nose, the one that you made before you came completely undone. Only seconds later, you were crying out as you fell to pieces, your mind blank to the pleasure.

He would never get enough of that.

Leon shattered you seven more times within the next few hours, the way he made love to you just as punishing as his personality. But it was never too much - no, this was Leon’s love, the love he saved for you alone, and your body happily welcomed every moment.

By the time early morning sunlight crept through the curtains, he had his face buried in your hair, unable to slow his erratic pace. Your body, your sweet nothings, your kisses and dizzying moans had absolutely wrecked him these past few hours, and he couldn’t control himself any longer.

“Mm,” he moaned, your name slipping from his lips. “I love you so much, I love you.”

You pulled your trembling fingertips through his hair, tugging slightly to bring him down to your lips. Wrapping his arms under your oversensitive body, he pulled you flush against his chest, his ragged breaths interrupting the kiss.

“I love you,” you murmured back, “forever.”

Forever.

The word, the truth of forever was his undoing. He spilled inside you with a harsh moan, pinning your hips to his as he shuddered his release.

“…Forever.”

Afterwards, you were nothing more than a sleeping, sweaty mess in his arms, but Leon still thought you to be the most beautiful creature in existence. He pressed his lips to your forehead, unable to keep himself from touching you, memorizing you, remembering that you weren’t going to slip through his fingers.

He once thought your life to be a flame, after all. Bright, warm, but flickering. Doomed to flash and fizzle out.

No.

You were a raging, eternal fire, unable to be extinguished by forces of darkness or vengeful goddesses or the cruel passing of time. You, made of constellations and stardust and heavenly fire…

You were immortal, in your own right.

And yet, you gave yourself to him - every single atom of your imperfect, immortal soul.

He would spend the rest of eternity fighting to deserve you.

(Please tell me what you think, seeing as this was my first scm fanfiction. I’m going to start working on more Hades stuff next, though I think I will definitely do more of the gods (and Leon) in the future.)

(…also I’m a slut for italics don’t judge me)

[tumbalumps]

Shitfest, a true story. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.

I am trying to add to this to make it into a full story. Some cunt turned up at my flat and actually did this. 

Alcohol abuse leading to extreme embarrassment.

Ahh… yeah that rush… The rush of a well needed line. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to embrace it. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, my thudding heart raced as my mood propelled to an arrogant god-like state. The events of last night were insignificant. I got set to work sorting through the huge pile of DVD’s using every ounce of concentration to put them in alphabetical order as I felt the tingling in my fingertips, slowly coursing through my veins. Already the worst humiliation I had ever experienced seemed a distant memory. Cocaine…. The solution to all my problems and my one true love…

24 hours earlier

As per the norm on a Friday, I was fucking wasted, no two ways about it. It was my day off work and I was in town hoping to bump into someone I knew. Sadly there was nobody; the few close friends I had were working and the miserable weather had kept a lot of people away. I sat down in the arcade and grunted, annoyed that I had to light one of my own cigs! Fucks sake.

I was feeling really loved up, the coke was fucking banging, slightly better than normal. Not that it was ever shit. I paced frantically up and down the tiny shopping centre grinding my teeth furiously as I struggled to plan my day. My bed-sit was not an option; I would climb the walls and die of boredom. All I wanted to do was talk to someone! Or better yet get a fuck!

Then I decided, I’ll go over Leon and Jenny’s. They weren’t close friends, I’d only been to their flat a few times before. They’d been at my dealer’s picking up about a year ago, seen me on my own and invited me over a few times. I was a great party guest! Neither of them worked so they were pretty much guaranteed to be home. Being a Friday too there was a high chance that they’d be off it. That was where I was headed: off it. If all went according to plan, maybe I could drop a few hints on a threesome. I’m not that fussy on men or women really. I grabbed a big dirty bottle of cheap Vodka on the way there to offer to share with them, which would lead to them bringing out the drugs and letting me crash there for a bit.

When I got there I found them on full phet alert staring bug eyed at the TV. They made a tiny bit of small talk with me, reminding me on several occasions that they weren’t expecting me but that seemed to be effort.

Too engrossed playing some game on the PS3 and hurling abuse about a Senator or something. Don’t care. I was always too off it to use a PS3, my hands tremble terribly, especially on cocaine. I made myself at home, sprawling out on the free sofa and kicking my trainers off into the middle of the floor. A waft of foot odor hit me in the face; I’d had my thick white cotton socks on all day when I was pacing town so they were soaked through and starting to get grubby on the heel. I think I’d worn them the day before too… not sure. Either way they buzzed! I swiftly whipped them off and slapped on the radiator on the opposite side of the room, unfortunately right next to Leon and Jenny’s couch. Leon’s jaw dropped and he stared at me in shock and horror.

“What? Fucking socks are soaking,” I said defensively instinctively throwing my shoulders back and thrusting my chest out.

Leon shook his head then diverted his focus back to the TV. Grumpy, miserable fuck, I thought to myself. How did he expect me to sit with wet socks? What else was I meant to do with them?  I flopped back on the settee, dangling my legs over the arm and swinging them. I caught Jenny glancing at the nearby side table of glasses, blatantly panicking that I was going to knock them off. My drug radar started going off when I saw the big pile of speed on the side table. I want. The couple was drinking Bacardi so I poured myself a generous half pint of Vodka to catch up.

Two neighbours from down the hall popped round a little later, by this time I was quite drunk; it seemed the vodka had overpowered my coke buzz. There was nothing else to do seeing as the conversation was so thin on the ground. To my delight one of the neighbours sat next to me on the settee. Leon and Jenny were still gurning and snarling at this Senator who was battering them so I told them they were crap.  Jenny snapped back at me that it was on Very Hard and not even her game and maybe I should have a go if I was so quick to judge. I let out a loud belch, “Nah man. I can’t hold the fucking thing still. Oh, any chance you can sort me a bit of speed?”

They didn’t want to give me any, selfish scabby cunts; it wasn’t as if I was proper off it. I tried to engage with the guy next to me but he was more interested in that fucking Metal Gear Whatever game too. Guess me being twenty-nine, almost a decade older than them didn’t help. Cunts.

There was a moment where I got emotional, I felt so left out so I told them (again) about what a really shit childhood I had. Finally, they turned the fucking game off; they still were at the same part and set up a hand of poker. I tried to concentrate but I kept trying my luck with this guy, I didn’t care that he was a guy. He told me to stop trying to look at his cards and that he had a girlfriend. Everything got blurry from then on…

I told him I had coke stashed in my beanie - that that would surely tempt him. He said they would be going home soon and maybe I should go home too and get some sleep. Pussy. I called him a cunt and said I didn’t fancy him anyway. Asshole.

Cards went tits up. I kept getting confused as to what game we were playing. I was sweating loads and felt a bit sick. A nice line would pick me up I thought but when I checked my stash place it was gone. Naturally, I went fucking bonkers, which one of these based up twats had nicked it? And why the fuck wouldn’t they sort me a bit of phet? They had enough to sink a battle ship, the cunts.

The two guys left, tried to persuade me to go with them home to bed. Nah, I’m where the drugs are! The phet fiends put that goddamn unholy PlayStation back on. I protested but they just looked at me almost pitifully and said they couldn’t understand what I was saying. Well they should try less fucking button bashing and try cleaning their ears. Morons. It had made perfect sense to me. I was not drunk! I could handle a whole bottle of vodka in a few hours no problem because I’m fucking awesome!

Feeling confused and irritated I went to the toilet, I could feel my guts retching. I tried hard not to fall but I crashed into a huge cage full of rats (eew) and almost knocked it over. They were Jenny’s; she was always babbling on about her beloved pets. She looked at me seething with rage. Who the fuck has rats as pets anyway?

“Plague,” I slurred at her, dribbling a bit.

In the toilet, thank fuck I managed not to puke, for now but to my horror for some reason I couldn’t fathom, I’d moved my precious coke to my combats pocket, the damn bag was broke and it was all over the place, most of it ruined! Heartbroken and drunk, I started to cry. I’d tried so hard to keep it hidden so I wouldn’t have to share and now it was all gone. It was incredible stuff too and hadn’t come cheap. What was I going to do? Before I knew it I was drunkenly bawling like a little kid. Jenny heard me crying and came to investigate.

“You need to lay off the vodka sweetie,” she smiled. “Much preferred you when you’re firing off insults. How about a hug?”

A few tears always did the trick! Although I was genuinely devastated about the lost coke I made out I got so wasted because I was thinking about my shit childhood and felt lonely and miserable. Blah… blah… I said I would go if they wanted because I was an idiot and I hated myself. I gave a subtle nod towards my arm that was scarred and hacked to bits from my shameful twenty year self-harming habit. The fool fell for it, can’t beat a bit of reverse psychology and hideous knife marks!

There was an element of truth in my tears, there were times when I’d despise myself and all my ugly flaws but on that occasion I did exaggerate a little. It worked. Having a warm comforting hug and soothing words spoken to me was like heaven. Didn’t get much physical contact from people.

“Go and lie down for a bit, you’re being drunk and emotional. That’s not like you at all,” Jenny smiled brushing my unruly blonde hair out of my face and giving me a tissue for my constantly runny nose.

I fell back to my settee, feeling uncomfortably drunk. It was hard to string a sentence together. While they were all bug eyed, I started to feel sleepy. I gazed longingly at that magic powder. I would have sold my soul but they didn’t seem to want to share because they were both greedy selfish video game geeks. I’d tried asking once and got none so regrettably I had no choice but to offer them money.

“I’ve got a fiver,” I struggled to say coherently.

“OK then, only a bit to wake you up. But please don’t drink anymore, you’re really drunk. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you this drunk.”

They did look concerned. I was flailing about like a wreck head and there were lots of glasses nearby. I’d already knocked a few over. Silly fuckers could always get more. I could tell I was starting to annoy them, especially Leon judging from the looks he was firing at me. What would happen if I knocked a drink over the PS3…? No more gurning at that fucking sword wielding ninja he kept killing. Without a console, they might be more up for some sex! Jenny was pretty friendly in the kitchen… Any longer hugging me and I would have had a raging hard-on. I was about to boot a full pint glass off the side table until I realised it was what was left of my vodka. Damn. Really didn’t think that through!

I watched the veteran fiends make bombs, massive ones because their tolerance was shamefully high.  Great big lumps of white powder wrapped up neatly in cigarette papers all ready to swallow…  Leon separated a bit from his huge lump and begrudgingly passed it over in a bowl.

“Don’t make them as big as ours and don’t take it too quick,” he grunted abruptly. “You know what happened last time.”

Twats thought they could outdo me! I may have only taken phet a few times (admittedly the last time I overdid it) but I knew how to handle it now! I put the same into mine with a little extra. I was the elder; they should be looking up to me not patronising me! I pounded that nasty smelling shit, doubling up on what they did.

“Slow down a bit, don’t want you climbing up the fucking walls thinking there are helicopters after you again.”

Condescending fucks. I hurled a nearby remote control at them but it missed and clattered onto the floor so all the batteries came out. They turned and scowled at me disapprovingly. All I could muster up was a sneer and a middle finger. Neither dignified me with a response. Emotional Jack was gone; (my confidence soared now that I had drugs) arrogant, foul mouthed venom spewing Jack was back.

“Ginger cunt,” I belched at them. “You’re fucking shit on that game.”

Jenny ignored me and went back to hunching and abusing the angry looking guy on the TV. Leon even had the nerve to mutter something along the lines of, “childish prick. Too immature to know his limit.” In retaliation I gulped down the remaining vodka and the dregs of the cans that the boys had left earlier.  I smirked at them as I dropped a huge bomb that would rival a full blown nuclear war head. The fucker split in my mouth and made me drool and gag a bit but I eventually managed to swallow it. I would be hunched like a cave person calling Senator Metal Thing all the names under the sun. Sadly, the increasingly frustrated fiends were trying very hard to ignore me.

Thirty minutes passed. I was sweating profusely. My T-shirt clung to me and their sofa was absolutely drenched with it. My stomach was cramping like crazy. The vodka curdling with all those chemicals I’d been pumping into my body with no food to dilute them (who needs food when you can chew your tongue?) My head started spinning; my nose was sore, probably due to all the chemical burns and was running too. I was so hot and uncomfortable I feared I would be sick any second. I curled up on my side and turned my back to them, wincing in pain at my now agonising stomach. I felt like I was going to chuck at both ends. Then the shaking started. Horrible, uncontrollable shivering. I felt like I was on a rollercoaster. Next came the jaw, it tightened like a noose and I involuntarily began to feast on my lip. Wasn’t long before I tasted blood and nasty mucus. I knew there was no point in trying to speak, I couldn’t think straight let alone string a sentence together. They didn’t care anyway, and who could blame them? I knew deep down I was horrible and arrogant when I was high, and to my friends who had shown me nothing but kindness. No wonder some indoorsy phet-addicts were my only friends. Feelings of self-pity and self-hate consumed me, I groaned and whined that I felt really ill and was so sorry for the way I had behaved. This time it was completely genuine. They didn’t care though.

“Get a grip,” Leon snapped impatiently tossing a blanket over me. “You didn’t fucking listen so what did you expect?”

With the last of my strength I reached out for a hug but he recoiled in horror when he saw how ill and clammy I looked.

“Eurgh! Go to sleep and we’ll chat in the morning you crazy wreck head. Don’t know why you get so wasted. Have some food, you’ll feel better. Want me to make some toast for you?”

I wretched at the mere thought of it. I hadn’t eaten for days and didn’t want to start now.  Finally the finishing bomb kicked in, sending my fragile mind into a parallel universe of buried thoughts and suppressed horrible memories. I had flashbacks to being a little boy locked in a box room with nothing but a dirty mattress. Every time I heard the doorknob turn I wet myself with fear. I knew what was coming… Stop thinking about it, I told myself. It’s not happening… I opened my eyes I looked at my manky hacked up arm and realised I had an extra one and that everything was moving. Eurgh!! Utter terror! Then to my horror a fucking snake crawled out from under the cushion, looked me right in the eyes and said, “Think of all them chemical burns corroding away at your insides. Your brain cells are turning into maggots and they’re gonna eat you from the inside out you bubonic didge. Wait, is that a siren I just heard?”

Fuck this shit. I was too ill and weak to check the windows or lock the doors. If there were sirens it meant the police must have been coming for me. Stripped of whatever dignity I had left, I sobbed like a baby as I heard giggles and camera snaps as those utter fucks filmed me.

“Too much didge,” one of them commentated.

I desperately tried to ask them to lock the doors so no police would storm the flat but all I managed to do was dribble all over myself into my hair, which was already tangled. How attractive and charming I must have looked. Definitely no chance of a threesome now. Fuck it. Don’t remember passing out but it must have come as a welcome relief. With any luck I snored loudly as well as sweating and dribbling all over the furniture. Oh god… it could not get any worse!

I woke up a few hours later still feeling dazed and confused but thankfully there were no SWAT teams or snakes out to get me. The first thing that hit me was a vile smell - alcohol, rat shit, my sweat with hints of all the drugs that had seeped through my pours. I’d done an excellent job of chewing my cheeks as well, now I had a mouthful of blisters as well as a disgusting taste in my mouth. Leon and Jenny looked the same as before I passed out and they were still on the same part of that goddamn fucking game!!! Why didn’t they just give up and turn it off? I rolled off the couch, grunting and sniffing making my presence known. My hair was stiff and matted with some hardened slimy bodily fluids. Fucks sake, I had to go back to work looking like a wild drug addled beast.

“Those fucking rats stink, you wanna clean them,” I slurred trying to divert my overpowering smell.

“Hmm…” they were too polite to tell me I smelled like sweat, sadness and death.

I was still a bit clammy from all the sweating but oddly the front of me was soaking. I looked at the big wet stain, puzzled then got a hideous waft of stomach bile, vodka and phet. Then I noticed half the cushions I’d been sleeping on were gone.

“Yeah you puked just as I was about to kill the cunt!” an incensed Leon yelled at me, obviously getting more and more infuriated by the Senator who was still grunting on the TV. “Got down to 2% when you suddenly start projectiling everywhere like a fucking fountain. Grr!” he was so mad he couldn’t get his words out. I was a bit scared. “You fucking retarded, didged Javo stuffed into a glitch! You’re about as much fun as a bag of glucose! Nah worse a group of women in a battered hostel on Christmas Day! You drug addled, retarded alcoholic, clumsy, self-harming, socially backward, vulgar, paranoid, moaning bubonic…ummm.. FUCK! Flailing and flopping like a fish uninvited and acting like a scabby, talentless, homeless degenerate! You self-absorbed, arrogant, cruel, cocky, nasty, selfish, self-pitying, desperate cunt. You were abused - get over it, it was twenty years ago. Sorry it happened but get over it! You think everyone loves you but you’re just the butt of everyone’s jokes and the local weirdo! Your jokes are crap, you think you’re funny when you’re vulgar and disgusting but you just make yourself look more of a retard. You’re rude and cheeky, come shifting in here like a bubon thinking you own the place! You’ll die alone in a gutter chewing your tongue as your liver turns to mush.”

I didn’t even listen to half of his raging. Clearly all his fury from that stupid game had been transferred to me. Obviously he thought I was awesome really, or they wouldn’t have mopped up my pukey chops while I was comatose, washed me and tucked me back in. So who were the real idiots? I shrugged like I had nothing to be ashamed of. I threw up, so what? If I could not remember, it wasn’t real to me anyway. Plus I had the ultimate comeback so I sneered back,

“At least I don’t stay up all night screaming at a fucking game. It’s not real you know. If you weren’t so engrossed in that then I wouldn’t have been so bored and drank so much. I work all day if I want to get off my face I will. You don’t fucking work do you? And obviously you adore me or you wouldn’t keep inviting me over. Chill out, it’s not my fault you’re shit at that game.”

I gave him a cheeky middle finger and a sick contorted gurn. Jenny had to hold him back as he raged about swinging me around by my hair and shoving my head in a blender.  A smug grin spread across my face as I scurried to the bathroom. I was infinitely pleased with myself for having a quick comeback considering I had just woke up and still felt spaced out and ill. However, it didn’t last as my fragile stomach cramped so badly I lost control of myself and spewed at both ends. No! I had fucking shit myself, for fucks sake. As if I couldn’t have humiliated myself any more… The one good thing was that nobody had seen. My green stomach bile had splattered almost everywhere except the toilet bowl. I hadn’t eaten in days, I shuddered at the realisation that that was my stomach lining decorating these baseheads nice clean bathroom.

My poor battered, abused body. My innards were corroding from the inside out. What was visible of my flesh was greying with ever increasing blemishes. That aside from the terrifyingly deep, loathing, resentful scars I’d gouged with almost every tool imaginable. They were not that of an angsty teenager going through a phase; they were deep-seated, ugly painful emotional scars I had collected throughout my life. I sighed, another one of my uncontrollable addictions that was literally ripping me apart. I really was rotten inside and out. No wonder nobody would have sex with me unless they were extremely drunk.

Anyway, back to the issue of my heavily soiled underwear that were way beyond any kind of salvation. I needed quarantine! I scratched my tightened jaw and pondered my options. I still couldn’t believe that I had actually shat myself for the first time in my adult life. I giggled; it was either that or break down in despair. My heart was racing. I had to get rid of the evidence. I couldn’t stuff them down the toilet, there were no windows and there was no way I was leaving them on. I could confess; tell Leon and Jenny that I had an upset stomach and hope they understood. They wouldn’t though. I would be a laughing stock. Leon would probably call me all the names under the sun and knowing my fragile state I’d start crying again. As if the smell of shame and regret wasn’t strong enough already. Man, I had to seriously leave off the drugs. I never normally showed my vulnerable side and I’d never ever soiled myself before! Actually, it was rare I let myself get in such a state! Seething with frustration I grunted and booted the side of the bath in a temper. All I achieved was stubbing my toe.

What made matters worse was that it wasn’t even my underwear. I vaguely recalled being off my fucking box a few nights ago and garden hopping in the hope of finding some valuables to steal. It was a posh garden and flapping on the washing line like a beacon were a pair of cotton shapeless green apple catchers with pretty daisies on them staring me in the face calling out to him. Being as high as a kite, I found them extremely amusing and took them as a trophy. That morning, all my clothes were dirty so it seemed like the obvious answer. Of all the fucking days to be wearing dodgy women’s underwear. At that point, I was glad I was still fairly impaired, I leaned against the wall giggling to myself like a maniac. You couldn’t make this shit up. Fuck it. I was still hurt and annoyed that a low level amphetamine addicted gurner who’d spent all night hurling abuse at a CGI character had the nerve to insult someone as incredible as me. Cheeky clart. I took off the offending knickers, falling and crashing noisily into the sink when I stood on one leg. Me being my usual flailing, clumsy self-knocked a load of toiletries off the shelf. Someone’s toothbrush landed in tghe toilet. Oops. I was fucking dangerous! The knickers were caked in clay like orange shit that smelled potently of eggs. They almost made me gag! I wedged them into the plug of the shower; I could hardly contain my laughter. If only I could have seen their faces when they discovered them! One of them would have to yank them up from being wedged into the holes down the plug hole! Hopefully it would be Leon. Hehe.

I quickly freshened up, cheekily borrowing the remaining toothbrush to clean my furry vomit tainted teeth. Despite a few stubborn bits of puke in my hair that refused to brush out, I felt and looked a million times better. I had been hoping to doss in the flat until I was due to start work in the afternoon but I had to escape before the atrocity was discovered. I really couldn’t face the long walk back home. Also, in a few hours I would have an ugly comedown to contend with as well as my sickly hangover. I could still smell the vodka on my breath. No doubt I’d be thinking about all the insults Leon had fired at me and the humiliation. He came into my workplace regularly so no doubt it would spread like wildfire. My boss hated me with a passion and a bit of gossip like that would be like winning the lottery to him. Knowing everybody was giggling and whispering about me being so off my face that I’d puked and shat all over myself would be too much to handle. Hmph, most of them thought I was a freak anyway.

There was only one solution. There was one person who would sort me a nice bag of coke (none of this cheap nasty amphetamine that obviously didn’t agree with me) and more than likely let me doss in his massive house until later if I did some housework for him in return. Good ol’ Barry! Greatest drug lord in the area! His basement was like a world class pharmacy. And he seemed to like me. I’d been in his house and chatted at length with him whereas other ‘clients’ got grunts down the phone and a runner sent out to meet them.

I stealthily crept into the master bedroom so I could use their house phone and dialed the number.

“Six,” I grunted when he answered the phone.

“Eh?” he asked, a bit confused at the strange number.

“Yo blad, its Jack, I’m a bit off it. Is it OK to pop round and chill for a bit, like now?” I whispered. “I’ll clean your kitchen and hoover up and shit. You know… stuff… whatever. And I want six bags of that magic pixie dust please.”

“It’s six in the morning you fruit loop. Gone through your last lot already have you?”

I hesitated: I couldn’t bring myself to admit I had lost some of it but I found it incredibly difficult to lie. That was part of my problem; too honest and open for my own good.

“Umm… I… ehh…. Bleurg,” I mumbled as I tried to create a lie but my involuntary incoherent babble struck again. “Ehh…errrr…umm…”

“Yes, yes OK, please stop. My fault for being stupid enough to ask you a question. You can sort out all my DVDs and CDs; they’re all mixed up again. Put them in alphabetical order. But I just woke up so for fucks sake so unless you can speak proper English don’t talk to me. Come on over then as soon as you’re ready.”

I grinned happily; at least somebody liked me. But still, I could not comprehend why he was so unusually friendly toward me and nobody else, especially when I called him at ridiculous hours and slurred down the phone at him.

“Thank you so much,” I blurted out. “I gotta find my shoes first though… You’re so kind.”

“Yeah, gotta look after my biggest customer. I’d be bankrupt if it weren’t for you and I could do with a laugh as well. So I’ll see you soon if you’re leaving now.”

I don’t know why the next part had to happen. The conversation was over. My vulgar streak that just couldn’t help rearing its ugly, depraved head came flurrying out with verbal diarrhea, “I just shat myself. Didn’t know what to do so I just left them in my mate’s shower. I can’t believe I shit my pants!”

There was an uneasy pause on the phone then a nervous laugh, unsure if that was the correct response.

“Right. Good stuff then. See you soon.” The line quickly went dead. Judging by the way the pitch of his voice shot up, he was stifling a belly full of laughter and was probably rolling around in hysterics.

Did a notorious, great hulking druglord need to know that I had soiled myself? Probably not. I wondered what would go through the mind of a sane, normal person being woken up to a phone call like that. Perhaps everybody dreamed of a 6am wakeup call from a coked up, drunk, babbling, vulgar Jack? Well, life was never dull when I’m around.  Already, I was uplifted just at the thought of hoovering up some nice coke with a mate who would not insult me. I could hear those dickheads yelling at Senator Psychosis again. After a whole night, it was clear they were too shit to finish that game. Dicks! While they were distracted I snuck into the kitchen giggling like a dizzy schoolgirl and stole a delicious looking cool bottle of Cava out of the fridge. Breakfast! That would teach the bubonic vermin loving gurning freaks to fuck with me! To my delight, my trainers were by the back door, dumped there after stinking out the living room. Good news for me, meant I’d have no reason to go back in the living room. They did not even deserve my goodbyes so I snuck out the back door and zigzagged my way to the druglord’s den!                  

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not my gay ass about to cry bec i love my fictional boyfriend soooo so much ..

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hey didyuo know tgat. ilike him

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4, 5, and 8!! (kittyandco)

gnna default to leon because im very biased <3

4. what would be your f/o's favorite horror/halloween themed film?

he probably likes literally any old cheesy horror movies, the absolute dork. nothin zombie related tho bc. yeah

5. what is your f/o's costume this year? tell us yours too!

kity cat :] catboy leon real

im an Antlered Thing That Is Definitely Not A Deer <3 that is to say im going to wear flannel and blue jeans nd work boots and fake antlers and call it a costume and no one can stop me

8. if your f/o is from a series that has a special halloween episode, please tell us about it and how your s/i fits into it!

the whole game is a special halloween episode /j

anyway iiii do not have any f/os i can answer this one with with the exception of like maybe jager . thtas just an event w no real story tho 😔

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👀 :0c

leon lets fucking goooooo

hes just???? really fucking pretty in damnation. idk i jus.. i really like his design w the tactical vest/light jacket combo and his face is modeled in a way that stands out in comparison to the rest of his appearances in the series and i like it. not to mention how nicely all of his movements and gun handling r animated

this turned into me talking about why i love damnation leon in general and not just this specific screenshot whoops