#looks up at you with puppy dog will Graham eyes

[leonsdolly]

Cherry Pies

Leon Kennedy x fem!reader x Ashley Graham

Synopsis: You propose the idea of a threesome to your boyfriend, but you accidentally get your feelings hurt during the act.

CW: nsfw 18+, p in v, threesome, ddlg/daddy kink, oral (both male and female receiving), face-sitting, unprotected sex, creampie, cum-eating, fingering, jealousy, implied age gap (mid 20s, early 40s)

WC: 4.5k

If there’s one thing you cherish in life, it’s Leon’s propensity for spoiling you. There’s no end to his love for his cute girlfriend; he’ll do anything for you, and if that means listening to you prattle on about your coworkers’ nightmare hookups or assembling a cozy country cottage for your Sylvanian families, so be it. He’ll swallow all reservations, not that he has any, for the sake of keeping his baby happy. He’s made it known that you’re the best thing that's ever happened to him, all pink and saccharine, like a sugar plum fairy. However, your latest request has him raising an eyebrow.

“Are you sure about this, babydoll?”

“Sure I’m sure!” Your eyes twinkle with excitement as you plop yourself on his lap with your arms around him. “I’ve always wanted to try it… and you like Ashley, right? You said she’s my only friend whose perfume doesn't make you sneeze.”

“Oh right,” Leon thinks back to the friend you’re referring to. He’s only met her once, but he seemed to approve of your friendship. She was well-mannered and indulged in your dramatic retellings of everyone else’s lives for him when he was just too busy licking the government’s bootstraps. “You sure you’re okay with this, baby? Won’t get jealous?” His voice is teasing but a glimmer of truth peeks out. You almost clawed his eyes out when he wolf-whistled at a character from one of the video games you played - the female mercenary in red. Your gel manicure (procured on his dime, of course) was fresh at the time and was the only thing preventing you from expressing your displeasure.

“Gosh, just let me have this, Daddy…” You give him the most precious puppy dog eyes you can muster.

“I’m just looking out for you, sweet girl.” He touches his forehead against yours so that he’s gazing straight into your eyes. “You can get feisty sometimes, you sure you won’t mind if I have my tongue in another girl’s pussy?”

His words deliver a current straight to your core like an electrode is attached to your clit. You lean in closer to nip at his lips, swiping your tongue across them. He chuckles and presses against you for a proper sloppy kiss, intertwining his tongue with yours. You slowly grind your hips against his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath you. His hands slip underneath your shirt, caressing your back and slinking forward to squeeze your tits as he continues to lap into your mouth.

“What if we didn’t fuck until then?” You cease all movement and pull back, causing him to chase your pretty lips with a slight frown.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, doll.”

“No, it'll be fun!” Your eyes glint with mischief. “No sex until then. That way, you can channel all of that pent up energy into fucking Ashley and I properly.” 

“Baby, I’m already energetic when it comes to fucking you properly no matter how many times we do it.” He moves to kiss you again, but you dodge and press your finger against his lips.

“You’re just gonna blueball me?” His offended tone makes you giggle as you wrap your arms around him and snuggle into his chest.

“There's more to a relationship than sex, y’know.” You’re laying it on real thick at this point; it's utter shit coming out of your mouth, you know it, he knows it, and it's amusing all the same.

“Mhm, I know the girl who cries when my cock isn't in her mouth isn't saying this.”

“Daddy!” You tilt your head up, sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’m just saying. You know I’ll do anything for you, baby. If this is what you want, so be it. Just don't be surprised if I blow my load in two seconds flat and embarrass you in front of your friend.” He nuzzles against your hairline.

“You’re being dramatic,” you roll your eyes and hug him tighter.

T-Minus 3 days.

You shoo Leon away when his hands glide under your skirt in an attempt to touch your pussy.

T-Minus 2 days.

You send Leon a picture of your bare tits, nipples perky through the screen.

T-Minus 1 day.

You let Leon fuck his fist with your used panties wrapped around his cock.

D-Day.

Ashley comes over, all smiles and chirps while Leon is still away at work. The two of you gossip about everything and everyone over delicate glasses of chardonnay while occasionally brushing against each other’s bare legs. You’re clad in a white lacy bra with pale pink trim and white panties with a dainty bow in the same shade of pink - Leon’s favorite colors on you. Ashley wears a matching set in baby blue that brings out her eyes - your favorite color on her. You giggle as you do each other’s hair and makeup to perfection.

“Perfect,” you smile as you playfully tap the blush brush on her button nose. “My daddy likes blush on girls.”

Ashley giggles at this as she runs a hand over your bare thigh. “We’re gonna make Daddy so happy.” Oh God, she's a natural at this - you didn't need to coach her through the dynamics of your relationship with Leon. She knew exactly what to say and how to act - the perfect daddy’s girl. You chose her for a reason after all.

You head to the bed where you curl up against each other to wait for Leon’s homecoming. Ashley looks awfully pretty in the ambient glow of your bedside lamp - shiny blonde hair, smooth skin, cute tits that stand on their own without much help from a push-up bra. Oh, Leon’s going to eat her up. You mentally give yourself a pat on the back as you brush your lips against hers. She kisses you back, and your hand comes up to tweak at her perky nipple through the delicate lace of her bra. You press your breasts against hers as you both moan quietly into each other's mouths. The feeling of her tits rubbing against yours makes your thighs clench together - your pussy’s wet, and your boyfriend isn't even here yet.

Your kisses grow more heated as you continue to rub against each other. Her lips are so much softer than the ones you’re accustomed to, and they taste like cherry pies. You marvel at the way her tongue softly glides against yours like molten candy. You’re so invigorated by the sensation that you fail to hear the front door of your apartment unlocking and Leon’s familiar footsteps making their way to the bedroom.

By the time he reaches the bedroom, he's gobsmacked by the sight of his pretty baby having a makeout session with another pretty baby. You and Ashley finally pull away from each other to gaze up at him through subtle glittery eyeshadow and false lashes. “How was work, Daddy?” You crawl towards him, letting him catch a good view of your breasts, before kneeling at the foot of the bed where you reach your grabby hands out for him.

“Work was work,” he sighs contentedly as he takes your hands and bends down to kiss your forehead lovingly. You both look towards Ashley who’s observing your affections shyly from the corner of the bed. Leon smiles and reaches his hand out for her, urging her to join you in front of him. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

Once she has the green light, she crawls over so that she’s perched prettily on her knees next to you. He places a hand on your cheek, caressing it tenderly before using his other hand to do the same to Ashley. He bends down to plant a kiss on your lips and repeats the gesture with her. “My pretty girls,” he murmurs as his gaze grows heavy with desire.

His words and actions ignite the flame deep inside your core, and you can tell they’re having the same effect on Ashley. You start to palm him through his jeans, admiring the bulge that’s developing in front of your very eyes. You turn to Ashley with a giggle. “Daddy’s cock’s really nice… S’like, actually fun to suck.”

“Really?” Her eyes brighten as she beams up at Leon before helping you unbuckle his belt and slide his jeans down, revealing his hard cock. “Oh…!” She lets out a squeak. “You weren’t kidding…”

Your hand comes up to gently stroke his length as you pepper the tip in sweet kisses until precum’s beading from it. His eyebrows knit together as he inhales sharply. “Here, try it,” you giggle as you lift your head to let Ashley have a taste. She suckles on the head for a bit before you gently guide her head down his thick length. Her head bobs up and down while Leon groans in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re just as good of a cocksucker as my baby is, huh, sweetheart?” Her response is warbled around his cock as she sucks more enthusiastically at his praise. She finally pulls off, leaving a string of spit connecting her to his sticky tip. It’s broken once you kiss her hungrily, savoring the taste of your boyfriend on her cherry flavored lips. 

“My turn, Daddy,” you sing-song as you open your mouth wide for him, making him guide his heavy cock inside and down your throat. You’re used to him, and your throat welcomes the familiar sensation as it clenches salaciously around his length. His grunts grace your ears, and you do your best to gaze up at him through your lashes - even though you’re used to it, the teary eyes and quiet gags always make their presence known.

“Good girl, my baby,” he breathes as you pull off of his cock leaving just the tip in your mouth. Ashley joins in, sloppily kissing and licking the side of his cock as you work the tip before mimicking her actions on the other side. You both giggle as you move up and down in tandem, sending vibrations through his body. He moans loudly as you slobber all over his fat cock before meeting each other’s lips at the tip where you hungrily lap at each other’s mouths.

Leon takes a small step back, gently pulling both of you off. “As much as I’d love to cum on my pretty girls’ faces right here, I don’t want to blow my load that quick.” He slips off his shirt and moves to lay down flat on the bed where he beckons you over to him for a kiss. As he intertwines his tongue with yours, he undoes the clasp on your bra, leaving your tits bare for him. Ashley shimmies over to squeeze them before licking at one of your pert nipples. Leon moves to take the other in his mouth, and you mewl at the sensation of both your breasts being sucked on. Your clit throbs underneath your panties, begging to be touched, so you oblige, snaking your fingers south to rub at it. 

“D-do you want Daddy’s cock or his mouth, Ash?” You moan as you try to gather yourself and prepare for the next course of action.

A blush crosses her already blushing cheeks as she chirps without any hesitation. “Mouth! Is that okay, Daddy?”

“Sure, come up here, sweetheart,” Leon has to grip the base of his leaking cock as he swears he could almost cum on the spot at the sound of you two deciding where to park your pretty pussies on him.

You help Ashley slip off her panties before she clambers over Leon to slowly position her dripping pussy over his face. He groans at the sight as he takes reign of her hips and guides her directly onto his waiting mouth.

“F-fuck,” her eyes immediately flutter at the sensation of his tongue lapping at her glistening folds. “Your daddy sure knows how to eat puss-” she lets out a high-pitched whine as his lips wrap around her dainty clit, sucking on it the way a real man should. Her moans are cute, endearing really. They’re melodious, her very own aria accompanied by Leon’s groans muffled into her cunt.

“Isn’t he the best?” You smile at Ashley’s nipple, her right tit is starting to free itself from her bra with all the thrashing she’s doing on your daddy’s face. You lean over to give her a giant smooch on the lips before sliding your own panties off and moving down to position yourself over Leon’s hard cock. Your poor daddy has been humping the air this whole time in an effort to chase some pleasure of his own - not that pussy-eating isn’t one of his favorite pastimes. You drag your pussy over his cock, letting your juices lubricate it properly, though it’s leaking so much on its own that the action is needless.

As you sink down completely on his fat cock, your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of him stretching you open. While your pussy’s been trained to take this cock, the initial fit still requires some acclimation on your part. Kisses from Leon also help, but he’s a bit preoccupied with handing those out to Ashley’s little hole.

Leon’s moans reverberate through Ashley as you start to bounce up and down on his cock, meeting the firm muscle of his thighs with your plush asscheeks.

“How does it feel?” Ashley whines as the two of you reach for each other’s hands, interlacing your fingers together for support.

“S-so good,” you gaze at her with a heavy lidded expression as Leon plants his feet on the bed so he can drill his cock up into you harder, making you almost topple over. “Daddy! S’too much!”

He chuckles, and it’s like the vibrations are transmitted directly through Ashley’s tits and received by your mouth as your tongue laves over her exposed right nipple. You pull the rest of her bra down so you can wrap your lips around the neglected left one. You kiss each of her tits one last time before trailing your kisses northbound to her collarbones, then to her neck, to her jaw, to her soft lips.

“Oh God,” she cries against your lips. “Gonna cum, oh my goodness-” Leon’s obscene slurping intensifies as she whines louder before cumming all over your daddy’s face. Her face is cute as she cums, eyes crossing dumbly and pretty pink mouth forming an O shape.

Ashley shakily climbs off of Leon’s face as she watches the two of you fuck through the post-orgasm haze. You bend down to kiss Leon as he pounds into you, tasting Ashley’s pussy juices on his lips. “You taste so good, Ash…”

The blonde smiles wide, going loopy over your words and Leon’s tongue. You straighten up and lean back slightly so that your hands are anchored onto Leon’s thighs as he jackhammers up into you. “F-fuck, Daddy!”

“My beautiful girl,” he groans through his thrusts. “So cute, falling apart on my cock just like that. Look at those perfect titties bounce. Daddy loves watching you get fucked like this.” Your eyes tear up as the head of his cock continues to hit the jackpot inside you. Ding, ding, ding! Your moans grow erratic as you feel the build up in your tummy begin to consume you. Leon feels the familiar clench of your cunt, he knows his baby’s about to make a mess for him.

“Daddy, I-I…” You’re blubbering as the feeling in your tummy snaps, and you cum all over the cock that continues to pummel into you. He pulls you down to press kisses to your swollen lips and flushed cheeks as he admires your fucked out expression. He slows his thrusts down until his hips are still against yours.

Ashley pokes at your arm, giggling at your dopey smile. Her clit was throbbing while she watched you take Leon’s cock, and now it’s demanding the special treatment. She’s raring to go for another round, and Leon still hasn't finished yet. You swap places with her - you lounge on your side as your chest rises and falls from your previous orgasm. Ashley lays on her back as Leon hovers over her, spreading her plush thighs open so that he can slot his cock inside her twitching hole. The two of them moan in unison as he bullies his way inside and starts pumping in and out of her sloppy cunt.

“That’s some good pussy,” Leon groans as he leans down to kiss her feverishly through his thrusts. Ashley mewls into his mouth as she claws at his back with her acrylics, leaving scratches that would surely be visible tomorrow. It’s a wonder one didn't snap off. 

“Daddy!” She whines as the slapping of his balls against her ass echoes through the room. “You're gonna make me cum all over again… Can't wait to squirt all over your big dick this time.” 

He chuckles at this as he pinches her nipples. “Is that right? Gonna let Daddy cream this pussy?” Okay, it’s getting weird. He leans down to touch his forehead against hers. What the hell?

Your chest tightens at the sight though you shake your head, chastising yourself for feeling the familiar pit of jealousy brewing in your gut. You wanted this! Leon had raised his concerns over whether you would be alright with this arrangement, and you had insisted that it was what you wanted. You had reassured him that your possessive streak wouldn't rear its ugly head. Your brows furrow together as your bottom lip involuntarily juts itself into your signature pout as you watch them continue to kiss. You’re not being fair - you know that much; these are two people who are significant to you. They agreed to this because they thought it would make you happy. Do they have to look at each other so fucking tenderly? You trust them, love them, and now you’re about to set the entire apartment building on fire, trapping all of you in the flames of your hysteria.

The safe word you and Leon had decided on a long time ago bubbles on your lips, threatening to pop out any second now, commanding a halt to the evening’s activities. You’re an insecure little brat who spends her days whining for Leon’s attention like a mutt with serious anxious attachment issues. “Bingo…”

The second the word reaches his ears, Leon’s tapping Ashley’s thigh gently as he ceases his thrusting.

“Sorry, sweetheart… I need to check on my girl.” He pulls out of her squelching pussy with a grunt as he turns his attention towards you, taking you in his arms. “Everything okay, baby?” He strokes your hair as he kisses the top of your head. You sniffle as you shake your head.

Poor Ashley’s still lying on her back, legs spread for the world as she processes what just happened. She props herself up on her elbows and looks at you with the gaze of a friend who genuinely cares for your well-being. Both their looks of concern make you feel like a real insecure bitch, dramatizing your grievances as usual. 

“Are you okay?” Her soft voice floats over to you, increasing your guilt by tenfold.

Leon’s rubbing your back and whispering sweet words in your ear as he patiently waits for you to articulate the reason for your distress. You cling to him, burying your face in his chest before finally looking up at him in shame. 

“Didn’t… didn’t like seeing you guys like that…”

His expression is a mixture of guilt and confusion, but he doesn't seem completely surprised. He continues to stroke your hair soothingly as he speaks. “Baby, I thought you said this was going to be alright with you?”

“I-I…” Your eyes narrow in frustration, and your cheeks flush from the embarrassment of feeling a tantrum coming on in front of Ashley.

“You’re okay, no one’s mad at you,” he continues to reassure you by using his low, tender tone that was reserved only for you. “Use your words babydoll, help me understand what's going on in that pretty little head.”

You take a deep breath as you look into the eyes that know you better than anyone else, always analyzing your innermost thoughts. “F-fucking was fine, but holding and kissing each other like that is too much for me. You were looking at her like she's your baby.” You abandon all control of maintaining composure; accusatory whines are apparently spilling out of your mouth before your brain can even process them.

Leon freezes for a moment before letting out a singular sigh. “Doll, you’re my one and only baby… You’re always gonna be mine. I’m so sorry that I made you feel otherwise… Promise neither of us were thinking that.”

You drop your head down and keep it buried in his chest. You continue to cling to him, refusing to look at him but not wanting to let him go at the same time. A pang shoots through his heart as he ruminates over his actions. He continues using his gentle voice while tightening his arms around you. “Baby… My sweet girl… Guess we got a little carried away. Swear on my life I’d never want to do anything to hurt you.”

Ashley’s been observing your interactions quietly with a guilty expression. She sits up fully to reach her hand out so that she’s rubbing your shoulder gently. “I’d never do anything to hurt you… You’re my friend, and I love you lots… Pinky promise we weren't acting that way ‘cause we want each other or anything like that… Was just going along with the groove we set up at the beginning… Daddy and his girls….” She lets out a nervous chuckle as she bites her lip worriedly.

You turn your head slightly to peek out at her. “S’okay, Ash.” You can’t stay mad at her, she’s just too sweet and only wants to make her friend happy. You can't fault her for any of this, it just doesn’t feel right. So you focus your sour attitude onto Leon - after all, he’s the one who should’ve known how to conduct the situation appropriately, right? He's the one who shouldn't have flirted with the idea of cumming inside another girl while gazing into her eyes, right? Of course Ashley wouldn't have been able to think straight with a big dick like that scrambling her guts.

You push against Leon, trying to pry yourself from his arms, but he keeps his hold firm around you despite your anguish. “You're not getting away from me until I make this right, angel.”

“Don't wanna be near you,” your huff is slightly muffled as you continue to struggle.

“Baby.” Hurt seeps into his voice. “Please don't say that. I told you I was sorry. Look at me, sweet girl.”

You continue frowning into his solid chest. He keeps holding you close to him, doting on you like a little lamb - sweet nothings being whispered into your ear, kisses being dropped all over your head. He caresses your face, strokes your hair, rubs soothing circles all over your back, murmurs words of reassurance and love. The whole works, really.

Despite his loving actions, you continue to grumble against him like an agitated kitten. He never relents - he meant what he said, he's not letting go of you until he makes amends.

“My perfect baby, don't you know I love you more than anything in the world? Silly girl. You know I’d lay my life down for you without a second thought.”

He continues to coo and kiss at you until you’re back to melting in his arms. You finally look up at him with glassy eyes and a perpetual pout. “You really mean all that?”

“Of course I do.” He sighs heavily. “I should’ve made sure we established boundaries before starting this, honey. I’m sorry I upset you.”

“S’okay,” your voice wavers as you reach up to paw at his stubbled jaw. He kisses you, channeling all of his devotion to you through his lips.

“C’mon, dollface. This ain’t over yet.” He gently maneuvers you so that you’re laying flat on the bed next to Ashley. You reach out to lace your fingers through hers as she brushes her hair out of your face and presses a sugary kiss to your cheek. Both of you are spread-eagle for him, tits squished against each other as you wait for him to finish what he started.

He pushes his hard cock into you as his head falls back, relishing in the feeling of your velvety walls clamping down around him. He begins to rut into you, holding one of your legs in place against his shoulder while the other hand wanders over to Ashley’s cunt to rub at her clit. He strokes her clit for a while before plunging two fingers into her sopping hole. His fingers move in tandem with the way his cock pumps relentlessly in and out of you. You and Ashley moan into each other’s mouths as Leon groans and thrusts even faster at the sight of you two making out while he drives you both closer to your pleasure.

“C-can we do this again, Daddy?” You break from the kiss to look up at Leon with hazy eyes and your tongue lolling out.

“Yeah, can we,  Daddy?” Ashley looks up at him with the same fucked out expression.

“Of course we can,” Leon grins down at the two of you. “Next time, I’ll - shit - fuck the two of you while you’re on top of each other. Leave you guessin’ which hole’s getting my cock.”

He knows you’re close when he can feel your pussy squeeze desperately around him as your breaths grow more shallow. He turns your head to kiss your ankle bone as your leg is still propped up against his shoulder to allow him deeper access. His thrusts become faster and deeper as he aims to pummel into the spot that has you seeing stars. He makes sure not to forget about Ashley either, quickening the pumping of his fingers inside her as he also rubs harshly at her clit with his thumb - he’s getting carpal tunnel at this rate. Her chest rises and falls rapidly and her grip tightens around your hand as she nears her high.

Ashley’s the first to reach her climax. She cums all over his fingers as she practically screams in pleasure. Her pornographic moans cause your orgasm to hit you before you’re even truly aware it’s happening. Your pussy clenches around Leon’s cock as your back arches in pleasure which makes his thrusts stutter a few times before he shoots his cum deep inside you.

You writhe in pleasure as his load fills you up the way it should, the way it’s destined to. Leon musters up the last of his energy in pulling out and plopping next to you. His arm drapes over you, but not before slipping his fingers into your mouth to swallow the last bits of Ashley’s essence. Ashley moves down in between your legs to observe the way your boyfriend’s load oozes out of your battered hole. She gently laps at the excess cum seeping out of your folds, cleaning you up with kitten licks until your pussy is all neat and tidy again. She moves back up to snuggle against you, kissing you sweetly.

“We’re doing this again, right?” She mumbles against your hair as her eyes flutter shut.

“Definitely.”

[thewritersaddictions]

(RE4) Leon S. Kenndy- The Spaniard & The American

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader x Luis Sera

Pov: Reader's

Warnings: Smut, drinking, threesome, dancing at the bar, Gentleman vibes from both Leon and Luis,making out, kissing in public, touchy and feely. AU, (no use of y/n), cum eating, BJ's, 18+, adult content.

Summary: Luis, Leon, and You all make it our of another governemnt assignment. With that Luis suggests drinks to celebrate your success, things most definatly don't get out of hand.

A/n- @ firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 5k

Resident Evil Master List // Resident Evil 4 Master List

July 2007 

“Come on, just let’s go to the bar and drink the sorrows of the past two weeks away.” Luis is trying desperately to convince Leon that taking a few minutes to drive down to the local pub wouldn’t end with someone getting punched or someone throwing up in someone else’s lap on the way back home. “Luis, please, let’s just go home and relax. That mission was shit, and the both of you know that for a fact.” Leon sits in the driver’s seat of the car. 

He’s wearing civilian clothes, looking rather handsome from the back seat. Luis sits in the passenger seat. Puppy dog eyeing Leon. Begging to get a few drinks, Luis believes there’s always a need for a celebration. Whether everyone made it out alive or we lost a few team members, Luis is adamant about going out after. 

“Luis, you’re pushing my buttons.” I can hear the aggravation in his voice. The strained part of him wants to yell and be furious for how nonchalant Luis is. Luis had come to work as a private agent with Leon after getting Ahsley Graham back home safely to her father. He had been just an asset then, but Luis showed up and off as a genuine member when it came to justice and all, and it sat well with Leon. 

The government, at first, wasn’t happy with the idea of having an ex-Umbrella employee on the payroll. Still, they were quickly turned around, or instead, the president was when he heard that not only had Luis’s medical expertise saved his daughter’s life but that he had also saved Leon’s life. 

I came in just a few months later. Leon and Luis didn’t need another partner. Regardless, Leon and Luis welcomed me with open arms. “What do you think back there?” Luis asked, pulling me from my distanced thoughts. “Well, I could go for some food, so if you want to stop, we can,” I answered. Leon sighed heavily from the front seat as Luis looked proud of himself for ‘getting’ me on his side. “Leon, if you don’t want to stop you… you aren’t obligated to stop for any of us.” I say, looking at Leon through the rear-view mirror. 

He looks at me with those blue eyes. Then looks over at Luis. “Fine, but only a few drinks and food. I’m tired enough as it is.” Leon gives in, and smugly, Luis puts the new direction into the GPS, and Leon turns the car around. The drive isn’t too far off the highway, and the sky is just setting by the time we all pile out of the car. 

The music can be heard as Leon opens the door, letting himself in. Ever the gentleman Luis stands there holding the door open for me. It’s a bar, so we pick our table and settle into everyday life. I plunge myself into a round booth in the corner of the bar. Leon slides in on my left and Luis on my right. I’m snug between the two men, but I’m not thinking of that. Instead, I’m looking at the food that passes by. Leaving my mouth wide open, Leon softly touches my chin, closing my mouth. “You’ll get flies in your mouth.” His voice has at least lowered an octave or two. I shake the way his hands feel on my skin away as I look at the menu first. The server comes by in a matter of seconds. 

When I look up, the woman smiles back at me. Her hair is in a slick pony, and everything about her screams that she’s confident and a flirt. The buttons on her shirt give nothing to the imagination at all. “What can I get you three started with?” A country drawl swings from her words as her attention leaves me and towards the two men I’m sitting between. Leon asks without even looking at her, and Luis, in his ever so charming self, gives her a sparkling smile and asks for his drink. Last of the line, I ask for a fruity drink that will wash away the dead bodies and the crazy trip we had just returned from. 

“You always get a fruity drink, cariño?” I nod as I look at Luis from the corner of my eye. He looks like he’s never realized that, “But you drink beer when we’re with everyone else? Why?” He asks; I want to shrug my shoulders and say I don’t know. Before I can even get the chance to lie to Luis. Leon is answering my question for me. “Because let’s be honest here, Luis if she didn’t drink with the guys like she were a guy, they’d out her.” Leon, always the knight in shining armor, saves me even when I don’t need his help. 

Luis’s face contorted, and then I couldn’t read his emotions. The moment is completely taken away from me when the server returns to serving Leon and Luis, her whole chest now on view. “Would you you’ll like anything else? Food, god, do we have the best home fries.” I sigh heavily, and Leon orders something for the table—fries and something else that the server wiggles into the check. 

The night goes on nicely after that. The sky dims by the minute, and night falls in through the door when a set of people come in through the door cracks. It isn’t until the second or fourth fruity drink that my bones have relaxed, and everything around me is cloudy but in the best way. Leon and Luis are arguing about the best way to get a girl. “Leon, can I get out? I need to go to the bathroom?” I ask. He hums and moves out of the way. I sway between drunken men and women to get to the bathroom. 

My cheeks are hotter than ever before, and when I press my hands into the cold porcelain, it sends a shiver down my spine. My eyes are blown out from the liquor, but I could take another drink to forget the week before. I take only a few seconds to reset myself in the bathroom before heading back out. When I finally managed to get through the waves of people on the floor and at the bar. Leon and Luis are still arguing. “Leon, you don’t know how to get a girl, do you?” Leon scoffs at Luis’s rather hurtful question. “It’s not a matter of if I can. It’s about the fact that you aren’t a gentleman about it, Luis.” Leon counters. Whatever I walk into feels like a heated battle. It’s nice to watch the banter between the two men. “I am a gentleman!” The octave of Luis’s voice hits high as he tries to argue with Leon about who’s more gentlemanly than the other. 

“Can I get back into my seat?” I ask, interrupting their conversation, but I am ignored. “Who do you think is more the gentleman?” Luis asks, “Don’t ask her that it’s unfair.” Leon looks over at Luis before looking at me. I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t wanna be a part of this, Luis.” I try but am quickly told that if I want my seat, I’ve got to answer the question. I sigh heavily before looking between the two men. “Okay, fine, Leon is sweet, and that’s attractive all on its own, but you, Luis, are attractive differently. cockiness put aside, you’re brave, and so is Leon…” My words are not enough to convince either one of them. 

I groan. “Fine, you are both great men; hell, you’re both my type. But you must let go of the cockiness, and Leon, you’ve got to let some sort of girl in that’s not Ada. She doesn’t need you to save her because she can save her ass.” I say, hoping that my ticket will be back in the booth. 

Instead, the both of them are staring at me. Mouth left open, and eye blown out. “Hello?” Luis licks his lips and gets up from his seat. He is letting me in, finally. Even with the littering amount of conversation all around us, the silence that takes over the booth is growing too uncomfortable to stand. There’s this silent conversation happening between Luis and Leon that I just can’t read. The two of them eyeing each other and then looking at me. “Would you like to go dance?” Leon asks. The smile is naughty, sending a shiver down my spine that I’ve never felt before.

If you were to work with these two men, you’d be just as suck in your feelings as I. The type of feelings that wrap around your heart and mind and make everything clouded. “And I’ll get you another drink,” Luis says. I nod, and Luis gets up from the booth. Leon quickly takes my hand, pulling me from the sticky booth and dragging me towards the dancing floor. 

At first, it’s a slow swaying motion with Leon dancing to the side of me, and the music changes, the tempo changes, and so does everything else. Leon’s large hand is cupping my hips, pulling me into his front. Everything feels so fucking dizzy but in the best of ways. “Did you mean what you said at the table?” Leon whispers into my ear. “About the two of us being your type?” He clarifies. I take a huge breath before nodding, waiting for the rejection of the fall of the crescendo. “Good because we, Luis and I, enjoy having you around,” Leon whispers. Before I know it, Luis is pressed into my chest. 

I am sandwiched between the two prominent men. The two men that just a few hours ago had blood smeared across those perfect bones and skin. The same men that would bicker like an old married couple. “You should have told us sooner that you like us,” Luis says. He presses the cold, fruity drink into my hand. I swallow hard as my senses are on the fritz. “I didn’t…I was worried…” “Shh, don’t worry about it now, love.” Leon shushes, and I fall against his chest. “We’ve liked you for some time now. Haven’t we, Luis?” Even though we’re in a bar, with the music and people bumping around us, I can’t help but feel that we are utterly alone in this moment. Luis nods, agreeing with Leon. “For so fucking long, cariño.” 

I can’t tell if the heat of their bodies pressed against me or the liquor in my system makes me fall apart off the edges of my core. “Will you show me?” I ask. Luis’s brow perks up, and then he looks over my shoulder at Leon. “Of course, baby. Let’s settle our bill, and then we can show you how much we want to play with you.” Leon’s words make my legs shake and my thighs clench. “Luis, go settle the tab, and you can drive us home while we get settled in the back seat,” Leon says to Luis. I can’t help but feel that there’s a unique dynamic there. Luis leaves the two of us quickly and takes my drink with him. 

Leon’s hands leave my hips, and one takes my hand while the other settles on my side, walking me out of the bar. All of us are just a little drunk and a little sober. “Can we wait for Luis?” I ask Leon, and there is a hesitance in my voice, like I’m not ready to walk out of the doors just yet. Leon can sense it before the tone even manages to hit his ears. He hums, and the two of you stand there swaying together. 

I rest your head on Leon’s chest and let his hands fall lower on your hips. The music should be loud and head-banging, but the things that happen in front of you cause the music to be silenced, and the fighting voices start to soar through the bar. “Where’s Luis?” I ask Leon, eyes still closed. I can feel the rumble of his words against my back, but I don’t need his answer when I hear his distinct accent, Luis—defending something or someone. “Leon,” I warn him, he’s already on the target. “I’ll be right back,” Leon whispers before kissing my forehead and letting me go. 

In a matter of a few seconds, I lost Leon in the crowd of people surrounding Luis and the other customer. “I told you, you fucker, to stop talkin’ about her like that.” His voice carries around the entire bar, gathering unwanted attention from all. “Like you’d even know how to fuck her.” The other man is drunk and clearly off his rails. “You keep her out of your dirty mouth,” Luis yells back to the other man, pushing him away when he gets too close. 

“Luis, come on, let’s go. You’re starting a scene.” Leon calls over to Luis. Yet when Luis looks over at Leon, there’s a look that he very rarely sees. Anger is written all over his face—blood, red, hot, pumping anger. Leon gives Luis a look he’s given a time before. “Luis, it’s time to go. She’s waiting for us.” Leon mumbles to Luis. The anger has Luis shaking at his hands. Leon reaches his hand out for Luis to grab. Luis takes a moment to think before looking at the drunken man and then back to Leon. Luis gives up eventually, holding onto the outreached hand, and has the two of them walk over to me. Luis’s fits of anger fade out quickly. Being replaced with a warm, inviting smile. 

The walk out to the car is silent in a good way; Leon’s hand tangled with mine, and his other wrapped around Luis’s neck to pull him close to his side. “What happened, Luis?” I ask, “Nothin’ for you to worry about amor.” Luis says, shutting down my questioning. I hum and get into the opened door of the back seat. The slam of the door makes me realize that, for a brief moment, I’m alone in the car. 

– 

“What was that all about Luis?” Leon asks the older man. Luis still has a hard time being open with anyone other than himself. “Are you trying to be Don Quixote?” Leon asks him—two questions Luis has to answer. “I’m not trying to be the knight and shin’ armor, Leon. Just don’t like dicks like that is all.” Luis says, trying to get out of answering Leon’s other question. “Luis, look at me,” Leon says, returning his attention to his face. A rough hand forced Luis’s head with his chin. A thumb pressing into Luis’s lower lip. “Did the guy say something about her?” Leon asks Luis. They two stare intensely at each other. Blue and brown staring at each other.

While waiting in the car, I can see the two of them through the front window. Everything about their interaction is softer than I’m used to seeing in the field. A few moments later, the back door reveals a dirty blonde smiling sweetly at me. “Are you sure you are okay with this?” Leon asks before even getting into the back seat with me. Another car door opening causes me to get out of my thoughts for only a moment. It’s Luis on the other side of me. Both men stare at me as if I’m the only treasure in the world.

 Awaiting my approval. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m fucking sure now can we go!” I say, biting down on my bottom lip. “So impatient. As always.” Leon mutters before sliding into the back seat with me and shutting the door behind him. Luis is quick to get into the driver’s seat. “Don’t start being a brat now, cariño.” I hear Luis say as the engine starts to life. 

The touches start slow and soft. Gentle but rough fingers glide down my arms, sending shivers and goosebumps. “You are so beautiful; you know that sweetheart.” Leon’s stats are a matter of fact. I swallow hard. I’m already so out of touch and so desperately touched-deprived from working in the line I work in with Leon and Luis that the simple words make my thighs clench, and my chest burn with burning tears. 

The rest of the car ride is a blur between sweet nothings whispered into my ear and Leon’s hands touching any part of me exposed to him. I catch Luis’s eyes at least during the drive, and the heat bubbles in my belly along with my cheeks. He winks and returns his attention to the road. Leon is like a broken record next to me, telling me how beautiful I am, what they’re doing to me, how much they care about me. It had my head dizzy in a fuzzy way. In a good way. “You’ll be good for us, right, love?” Leon asks as the car comes to another slow for a stop light. I whine and shake my head, not yet trusting my voice. “Words, love, words,” Leon says, calming as his hand racks over the tops of my thigh. 

I squeeze my thighs together, hating and loving that Leon’s light and slight touch has over me. I see the quick smirk that falls over Leon’s handsome face before uttering a soft and quiet ‘yes.’ Leon graciously accepts and smiles at me before leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose. 

Moving from the car to the front door of Leon and Luis’s apartment is a tangle of limbs and hands on my body. Luis fumbles with the key to get in through the apartment door. The second the door is unlocked and open for the three of us to enter, Leon’s lips are mine. A little chap and bitten at but all the welcoming. He’s warm and so close to me, but still, I want to be closer to him. I graze my tongue against his bottom lip, and he grants me entrance. Our tongues don’t fight; instead, they explore each other’s mouths. Leon groaned into the deep kiss. 

Leon’s hands hold me close to his large and fit frame. A broad chest with an easy beating heart pressed into my own chasing heart. “Sharing is caring, you know.” I hear a frustrated Luis mutter from off in the distance of the apartment. Leon groans, his lips leaving mine. For a moment, I get accustomed to the new surroundings. The apartment isn’t tiny by any means, but that’s what happens when you save the former president’s daughter. Leon hasn’t left my side. “Well, come over here then, Lui.” The nickname makes me giggle. The unprofessionality of it all makes me smile even wider. 

Luis takes a giant step over to the two of us. Standing in the living room, it almost feels awkward for a second, and then Luis’s hands are cupping my cheek. He winked at me before he dips down to grab at my lips. He’s rougher than Leon like there’s an aching burning in him that’s forcing him to take all that he wants. I moan as he bites down my bottom lip, dragging as he releases from the kiss. His eyes are blown out, and so are Leons as they both stare at me. “Take a seat for us, cariño.” Luis points down to the couch at the back of my knees. 

I plop down with no grace, but neither seem to care as they both get a chuckle out of it. Leon takes a seat on my left, and Luis is on my right. I fidget with my hands for a moment as the silence fills the apartment. My mind drifts off, thoughts of Luis and Leon. How they interact, being in their apartment is the way Leon speaks to Luis in such a calm but dominant manner. I’m pulled out of my thought by Leon, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asks. I look at him and then towards Luis. Then back once more. “Just… it’s nothing, just was thinking, is all.” I manage to mutter out. Leon has a great read on people, so nothing I say will work unless it’s true. “Come on, you can tell us.” He says softly, placing a hot hand on my left knee, “Yeah, we won’t judge, mi amor.” Luis says as he puts his hand on my right knee.

 It grounds me for an unknown reason, and I give in. “I was just wondering… you and Leon. The two of you have, you guys live together, but I sense there’s something else there. Like are you…” The words die in my throat as I look over from Luis to Leon, who is having a whole conversation with their eyes. No words pass between us for a long moment. “Yes, sweetheart, Luis and I are together. We have been for a while now.” Leon says proudly. “But that isn’t what this is about.” Luis adds, looking back at Leon, “It’s about you and us showing you how much we wanna get to know your body in all the right ways.” Leon adds. 

– 

“Okay,” I say timidly as I watch Leon looking over at Luis before grabbing the back of his neck with a large, strong hand and pulling him in for a deep kiss. I stare, my gaze unwilling to move from the mashing of teeth and the sweet, wet noises from their kiss. Luis looks like he’s in heaven, and when they pull apart, Leon couldn’t be more proud. The following words come from me: rapid fire and shock me. “You are so fucking hot!” Luis chuckles, and licks his lips. “You know it, honey.” He mutters mostly to himself. 

The longer I look at them standing together, the hotter I get. The clothes wrapped tightly around my skin burn on my skin as I ache to pull them off and be bare infront of these handsome men. “Will one of you touch me so I can stop aching so much!” I whine. Luis drops to his knees almost immediately. “I’ll go first, baby, makin’ you cum real good.” Luis’s accent is somehow thicker now that he’s lower. Leon disappears from my whole world as Luis’s hands run. From my outer to inner thigh, Luis ran his large hands up and down in the most mind-blowing, teasing manner. His hands come up to my hips and grab at the meat of my hips, pulling me slightly forward. “Let’s just get these fucking jeans off you.” I nod along with him. His fingers are nimble as they undo each jean button and then tediously pull the zipper down. 

I pick up my hips and let him drag the rough and hot-inducing fabric down my legs until they’re flung over his shoulder and land in a pile on the floor. There you are, sitting half-naked in front of Luis. Your work partner, the guy that has both equally saved your ass as many as you have saved his. “Aww, look at these panties. Naughty little thing.” He whispers as his hands come back to touch me. His hands are rough, just like Leon’s, but so fucking grounding that I don’t even notice that he’s right back to my covered pussy until he flicks the little black bow on my lace panties. He slides them down with grace as my ass comes into contact with the cold leather of the couch underneath me. 

“Spread your legs, baby,” Luis demands as he nudges my knees apart. I feel no embarrassment when Luis practically coos at the source of my aching. I think the couch dip, and when I look over, it’s Leon, boxers, and that’s it. His hair is pulled back and wet from a recent shower. “Hello, pretty girl.” I smile, and like whiplash, I’m back to Luis between my legs. Cold fingertips playing with my sensitive clit. Nudging it before blowing cold air onto my wet pussy. I moan on the spot and buck forward ever so slightly. “Look at our girl so sensitive,” Luis mutters, looking up at Leon. “I wonder if anything else is just as touchy?” Leon asks as if I’m not even there. I can feel that tingle that makes my nipples happen under my layers of clothes. I desperately want to pull off my shirt and lay there for them. “I think I’ll have to find out,” Leon says, looking back at me. “You okay with me taking off your shirt, birdie?” He asks. I inch up just enough to give him enough room to grab at the free edge of my shirt and rip it over my head. 

That piece of clothing tripped over his head and landed on the ground in a heap. My panties match my bra that covers my tits. Both of them groan at the sight. The blush creeps on my cheeks. Luis continues to tease at my clit, before passing two fingers over my slick aching hole. Collecting slick on his fingers. “Fuck she’s so wet, Leon!” he exclaims as he presses his fingers and shows them to Leon. “Such a dirty girl, fuck, we haven’t done shit to you yet,” Leon mutters as he rubs at the aching bludge in his boxers. I don’t care about anything anymore except getting his hands on me, getting both of their hands on me. Luis goes back to playing with my sensitive pussy, all while making it harder for me to unlatch my bra from behind. 

“Leon, if you don’t pull down your boxers right now and let me suck that cock of yours, I think I might just die,” I yell as I throw the bra off into the distance. He chuckles, “Anything for you, birdie.” He pulls his boxers down with ease, his cock hitting his lower belly. Red, angry, and aching to be in my mouth. The gasps that leave my mouth catch his attention, “What? Scared it won’t fit?” I looked up at him with an open mouth, “Don’t worry, Luis thought the same thing.” I reach out and grab my hand around it. Leon is girthy, my thumb and pointer finger parley touching. 

I use his pre-cum as lube at first, getting a feel for his cock in my hand. Heavy on my hand. The second I get his cock on my tongue, Luis’s mouth is on my pussy. Tonguing my wet hole. His bread scratching at my inner thighs caused me to moan around Leon’s cock. He groans at the feeling and leans to place a hand on the back of the couch’s edge. I’m not able to take all of his, so I bring another hand to the base of his cock, using it to jerk the rest of his cock as I suck on his cock like a lollipop. 

Luis attacks my pussy, sucking as his life depends on it. Nimlbing at my clit with the edge of his teeth. I clench around nothing and moan around Leon again. Causing him to jerk forward even further into my mouth. The stretch that his cock causes burns but isn’t unwelcomed. One finger presses into my hole, making me stop breathing for a second, and then Luis is pumping it in and out with ease. Lewd noises fill the room; Leon moans, the slick sound of my hole getting fucked, my gagging on Leon’s cock. It nearly burns my ears right off. 

But then the pace is set, and Leon is fucking my drooling mouth. The grip on his couch moves to the back of my head to keep me in palace. 

But my eyes never leave his, blue iris staring deep into my soul, coarse hairs tickly at my nose. The bumps and ridges of his cock are welcomed against my tongue, and just when I think, everything is feeling normal. Luis sticks another more extended finger in. He is stretching me out. I moan around Leon’s cock, bucking forward on Luis’s fingers. “Oh fuck Birdie, gonna make me’…” Leon’s thrust goes erratic, and his hands only grip my hair even harder—blunt fingernails leaving half-moon crescent shapes on my scalp. 

“OH- Fuck!” Leon screams out, his cum filling my throat and mouth as he rides his high out before releasing my head from his death grip. Luis is still eating my pussy like a starving man. Sucking at my clit, and giving me kitten licks. With one curl of his fingers and one hard suck on my clit I clench around his fingers and have no time to warn him that I’m going to cum. My eyes roll back, and my chest feels on fire. When I do come back, my thighs are wet, everything is fucking wet. The leather couch soaked under my ass. 

“Oh fuck, you squirted all over me, carnio. Did you know you could do that?” Luis asks as he looks up at me from between my thighs. Face soaked, beard wet. Still in a daze, I barely get a shake out. “Well, there’s always a first.” Luis chuckles, leaning back on his knees. I try to move, “What about you?” My voice is a little hoarse. “Oh, don’t worry, beauty, I came in my pants just from listenin’ to the two of you. I lean forward. The wet patch on Luis’s pants is visible; a prideful bubble grows in my chest. “Of course he did. He such a subby little boy.” Leon mutters, coming back with three glasses of much-needed water, which we all down in a matter of seconds. 

“But we aren’t done with you, Birdie, are we baby boy?” Leon asks, looking down at Luis as he sits next to me. Luis shakes his head. “Well, what are we waitin’ for? Get your asses up and get to showin’ your girl just how good you are at fucking me.” Brows rise, and a chase begins. 

Completed on: 10/30/23

Posted on: 11/08/23

Resi 4-

[he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle]

POLL TAG- FIVE FAVORITE CHARACTERS

tagged by @wen-kexing-apologist.

Challenge: make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite.

I am choosing to limit myself to BL characters because otherwise we'd have a Will Graham (an unhinged FBI profiler in Hannibal) vs Yu Ji Ho (the boundary-respecting pharmacist single dad in One Spring Night) vs Bart (the Universe-appointed holistic assassin in Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency) vs Benjamin Sisko (the legendary single dad and captain of the space station in Star Trek Deep Space Nine) type of situation going on.

The Spiel - IN DEFENSE OF MY FAVES

Nozue (Old Fashion Cupcake)

Everyone's favorite boss with a heart of gold, this 39yo repressed hottie could flirt like a pro. My favorite thing about him is that he experienced utterly transformative character growth without having to experience severe pain (a breakup, a loved one's death, job loss, rejection, etc). He just looked at where he was standing and... stepped left.

Kakeru (I Cannot Reach You)

My boy learned his childhood bestie had a crush on him and did not flee in terror. Instead he faced it and asked for patience and examined his feelings and treated the potential change in their relationship as seriously as it deserved to be treated because the request came from someone he loved. Clearly, this is a boy who knows how to spell R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

Wei Qian (Unknown)

He stepped up and raised his younger sibling when their druggie mother died, then added an adoptee into the mix. And he cared for them so profoundly that they had relatively normal childhoods despite being orphans. Yet this softie was tough enough to be a gang enforcer, and then smart enough to get a college degree, and then competent enough to co-create a successful startup. Like what kind of super hero bullshit is he on?

Karan (Cherry Magic, Thailand)

A competent and talented employee, and he's a total simp who looks great in or out of a suit? Sign me up for his tender loving care, y'all. I literally melted into a puddle of goo every time we saw a glimpse of his very earnest yet sweet fantasies. He just wants to take care of his boo!

Iwanaga (Love Is Better The Second Time Around)

I confess he's here mostly because he's eye candy. (Well that and recency bias, because if we're really talking about my favorite eye candy, it'd be Porsche from Kinnporsche without a second's hesitation.) But roll with me here, please? This man can fuck! And fuck so well he pissed off the love of his life! And all the men in town are dropping for him like flies. They get one hint of a taste of his juice and they're down bad! They're hooked. They're his. He is legendary. He is epic. He knows how to work his angles and his puppy dog eyes! And he's also talented and wealthy and considerate to boot.

***

Most of my mutuals have probably played already, but if you care to go again or want an excuse to play by different rules, please consider yourself tagged. Also I'm tagging some of you just in case you haven't done it yet because tbh I haven't been paying that close of attention to my dash this week: @absolutebl, @syrinth, @dean-you-assbutt-cas-loves-you, @lurkingshan, @bengiyo, @chickenstrangers, @thequeenofsastiel, @tiggymalvern, @spicyvampire, @my-rose-tinted-glasses, @wanderlust-in-my-soul, @twig-tea, @telomeke, @guzhu-furen, @gunsatthaphan, @lymeandcoconut, @itwoodbeprefect, @shortpplfedup

[tac-the-unseen]

can you please write slashers with an s/o who's calf is really sore? I did some sports activity the other day and my calf really hurts 😭😭

Slashers x Leg Sore Reader

Micheal Myers:

•Okay?

•doesn't care

•Like not even in the slightest

•He gets injured all the time, What does it matter that you have a sore leg?

•Rolls his eyes while you limp around

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•Billy Just tells you to drink water and sit down

•Stu makes sure you leg is elevated

•these boys think they know anatomy so well they qualify as doctors

•They do not

•But it's not that bad, They just recommend you hydrate and sit down for a while (movie time!)

Thomas Hewitt:

•looks at you like a white lady looks at a stray animal

•Grabs you and starts feeding, hydrating, and shushing you

•Every member of that family, including Luda Mae, is a little ticked that Thomas isn't doing his chores, but no one is going to challenge him when it comes to you.

•that definitely bumps you down the Hewitt family pecking order

Bubba Sawyer:

•empathizes the best

•He's the muscle in his family, and boy are those muscles sore

•He decides he'll take 2 days off with you

•Reading books, cuddling, staying in bed all day

•However the Sawyer family is also upset that Bubba is not doing his chores.

•Down the Sawyer family pecking order you go

Bo Sinclair:

•another man that doesn't care

•1000% is the type to say “What are you sore for? I work all day!”

•Tosses you some ibuprofen and tells you to "quit your bitching!"

•Does make you your favorite meal for dinner

Vincent Sinclair:

•also tosses you ibuprofen

•Just as you start thinking he doesn't care all that much, he's washing his hands in the sink, drying them off, and pulling up a chair in front of you

•He pats his leg at gestures you to move your foot up

•gives you a great leg massage

•his hands are rough but gentle and ✨Magic✨

Lester Sinclair:

•Truly upset that you're in pain

•Starts looking up ways to make you feel better

•Gives you pain meds and a hot water bottle for the pain

•He carries you to the couch and cuddles you while watching old VHS tapes

Billy Lenz:

•”you should stretch!”

•”Hell no.”

• D:

•gives you bad advice

•Don't listen to him

•It was always make it worse

Brahms Heelshire:

•excuse to cuddle

•Can't go outside right now? Oh you poor thing! Cry it out while you snuggle under a blanket together and watch a movie

•deliveries don't come today, He has the next 4 days to cuddle you day and night

•practically purring while clinging to you under the blankets

Hannibal Lecter:

•Casually mentions that he's an old man, and gets random pains all the time

•Tries to give you illegal pain medication

•Maybe avoid is cooking for the next few days (It will be laced)

•Tells you exactly what muscle of yours is sore, If you show him the area

•very condescending, but in a Hannibal way

Will Graham:

•doesn't even look at you and points in the direction of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom

•the most you're going to hear from him is “Damn that sucks…”

•The compensation being no matter where you sit down, If you're in his home you will be covered in dogs.

•intense puppy cuddles

•The Pack envelops you with fur

•RIP any black clothing

The Lost Boys:

•They all start thinking about the last time they felt sore

•They want to gauge how bad it feels

•Marko stares at a fire and says out loud “I think I got sore legs once…” doesn't say anything else

•Paul just nods “I did a lot of running as a kid. My legs were always sore.”

•David genuinely can't remember

•Dwayne has faint phantom pains, but no memories attached to them.

•They call just toss you into the nest and tell you to sleep it off

•They do however take your order for takeout

Thanks for Reading <3

Sorry y'all, just started a new full time job. I'm exhausted :(

[yokichikun]

Fannibal x Hannibal’s char.

Requested.

Fem!reader x Hannibal’s characters.

TW:

Violence (such as murder, blood guts ecc. But if you are reading this fan fiction I don’t think it will be a problem.)

You went home. The only thing you remember, other than the fucking corpse at your feet, was the drive home. It was late, you didn’t really know what time it was, but you assumed it was late since the road was completely empty and dark, but not completely dark thanks to the street lamps that illuminated the night.

As you entered trough the door you immediately went to your room, got in your pajamas and went to bed. It felt like you were never sleeping, so you decided to try and drink some water to calm yourself down, and maybe close the window in your room because it was cold, even if you didn’t remember opening it. The bed was so uncomfortable, it almost felt like concrete, cold, wet and bone breaking concrete.

You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was… lights? That wasn’t your stand light, those were… street lights? Slowly you decided to stand up. Your hands were bloody, your knees too, you almost didn’t notice that the blood wasn’t yours. The dead body next to you immediately woke you up and made you fall again for the fright. You wanted to scream, but the voice couldn’t exit from your throat. You almost chocked because of it.

First thing you did was immediately getting up and running away. Where the fuck were you?! The road was completely isolated in the woods, no cars, you where lucky enough there was light. You saw a car approaching, so scared by what could have happened you ran into the woods and continued running for what felt like an hour. You. Stopped when the oxygen wasn’t enough for how much effort your lungs were putting, you got down on your knees looking around. The only light you had now was the moonlight.

You tried to look for something to help you locate yourself. The first thing you saw was smoke. You immediately realized it was a chimney where there’s a chimney there’s a house. Maybe you could have been lucky enough to find some help… or not.

You thought for minutes, maybe half an hour, and decided to go anyway. You needed help. As you approached the house it started looking really similar in your mind. Where did you saw it before?

The house wasn’t that big, but it had two floors. As you were looking at the house a dog ran towards you and jumped on you to give you a warm greeting. You immediately fell not expecting a dog to jump on you. You looked at it. A mixed-breed of what looked like to be a golden retriever, or something like that. You recognized that dog.

“Winston?”- you said caressing the puppy, it barked at you happy to receive some attention from a new friend. “Who’s a good puppy? You’re a good puppy! And you look exactly just like… Will Graham’s…” the realization hit as you looked at the house again. Obviously you saw it before. How could you not remember his house. For how many times you saw that house on your pc screen and wished for it to be true.

“Winston! Come here!”- a male voice said interrupting your thoughts, a voice you immediately recognized. Steps approached you, you could hear the snow making sound under his shoes. “I am so sorry, I’m still training him.”

You got up and looked at the dog, some blood stained the blond fur of that cute puppy, he looked so happy.

“… I need help..” you said out of nowhere, your hands trembling, the moment of joy vanishing in the air as Will noticed the blood on you. “I don’t know where I am… please..” you said looking at the man in a desperate way.

I know it took me a lot. But the school was kidding me, so… pt 2?

[i-hate-people-1]

This is part two to the Warren Rojas x reader fic I wrote the other day this part is quite a bit longer I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

This is not my gif I got it off google full credit to whoever made it xx.

Warren Rojas X Reader

Y/N

After that day, they were always at my house, or I was at theirs.

 

You just finished making yourself dinner when you heard the door open. It had become a normal occurrence for one of the guys or Karen (mostly Warren) to come over and just let themselves in, so you had stopped locking it before the time you went to bed. This time, it was all of them walking to the kitchen with tired looks on their faces. You looked at them with a confused face. Karen and Graham joined you at the table; Karen was sitting beside you, and Graham just laid his head on the table. Karen’s head lay in between his shoulder blades. Warren sat on the other side of you, resting his head on your shoulder, as Eddie made himself a plate before coming to join you. "What happened to you guys?" You asked softly to not startle them.

 

"That thing won't bloody shut up," Karen said, her voice muffled by Graham's back.

 

"She's not a thing," Graham quipped, raising his head slightly. Julia has been crying. For two days, pretty much nonstop," he finished laying his head back down.

 

"Yeah, and Cami's been busy, so I just barely ate anything in two days," Eddie said through a mouthful of food.

 

Warren mumbled something you couldn't quite make out. You looked down at him, giving him a questioning look. "I'm hungry," he said, giving you puppy dog eyes. You just smiled at him, offering him a fry. a bit surprised when he just bit into it instead of taking it from your hands, you just laughed at his antics, rolling your eyes, but continued to feed fries now and again.

 

"Did you guys just leave Cam over there by herself?" you questioned, feeling bad for the new mom.

 

"Cam's mom is in town, which might be worse than the baby," Karen told you, getting up to make herself a plate.

 

"Yeah, all she does is talk about how much Billy sucks," Warren said as you gave him another fry. He mumbled a quiet thank you before nestling further into your shoulder.

 

"I actually kind of like that part," Eddie states, shrugging, and you all just laughed at Eddie's obvious distaste for Billy.

 

"Hey, that's still my brother," Graham said, sitting up to eat the food Karen had made him.

"Is this going to become a regular thing now you guys just eating all my food?" you said, jokingly trying to change the subject away from Billy. holding your hand out to give Warren another fry

 

"You think we, four adults in a dying rock band, can cook for ourselves?" Karen asked you, rolling her eyes. When Graham put two fries in his mouth to look like a walrus, Eddie laughed his ass off. Karen just gave you a look as if to say, "See what I mean?"

 

You just laughed along with them and were surprised when you didn't hear Warren laughing as well. Looking down at him, you see him fast asleep with a half-eaten french fry hanging out of his mouth. You gently took the french fry out of his mouth, moving some hair out of his eyes, smiling when he moved his head further into your shoulder, mumbling something about "five more minutes," and you just laughed harder at this, the others giving you a strange look stopping as you heard the door open again.

 

Graham whipped his head around with the fries still hanging out of his mouth. Y'all looked at the entryway to the kitchen, expecting to be dead within the next few seconds, but too tired to care.

 

"who’s there?"  Eddie yelled, making all of you shush at Eddie's loud voice, but not before it woke Warren up; his head shot up.

 

"What's happening?" he asked a little too loudly. The group shushed him as well. You all waited to see if you could hear anything else, wondering if you all just shared a group dilution.

 

"Boo!" Cami yelled, jumping out from behind the door frame, making you all scream, Karen, threw fries at her off of instinct. Cam just burst out laughing as you all yelled at her for as

 

Warren put it, "scaring the shit out of you." Cam just kept laughing, taking a seat beside Eddie, and stealing a fry from his plate.

 

"Oh my god, I love food that's not pre-mashed," she said, her eyes rolling back.

 

"Where is Julia?" You asked

 

"I finally got her to go to sleep and told my mom I was going to the store." "I just needed to get away from her constantly, reminding me how awful my husband is," Camila sighed stinking in her seat. Y'all just gave her sympathetic smiles.

 

except for Warren, of course, who was completely oblivious to the air in the room. "Well, why’d you have to come to wake me up?" he complained. Karen rolled her eyes as you hit him in the back of the head gently. "Ow, not cool man," Warren exclaimed, stealing the last few fries from your plate out of spite. You laughed at him again, standing up to put your plate in the sink.

 

You started washing the dishes and cleaning up, enjoying the sound of the five just talking and laughing together. As you were drying the dishes, the group decided to head back to their home, saying their goodbyes.

 

"I'll catch up with you guys in a few," Warren told the group as they began to walk out of the house, and then joined you in drying the dishes.

"You really don't have to do that, Warren," you told him, trying to snatch the plate out of his hands.

 

"No, no, I helped eat the food. The least I can do is help you dry them," he told you as he raised the plate unintentionally above your head, towering over you. Your face heating up at your closeness, Warren cleared his throat, taking a few steps back to continue drying the dish.

 

As you finished drying the dishes, you kept trying to come up with a reason for him to stay longer.

 

"Do you watch a movie?" Warren's voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you put the last dish away. He was leaning on the kitchen table, a nervous yet hopeful smile resting on his lips.

"Umm, yeah," you paused. "I'd love to," you smiled back.

 

You were half expecting him to fall asleep halfway through the movie, but he was wide awake, and you had been ignoring the movie, opting to talk instead.

 

Warren sat on the couch facing the TV with his head turned to you. You were facing him with his legs tucked under you.

 

"Where do you see yourself in five years?" Warren asked you, breaking the small silence that had settled over the two of you.

 

"What are we doing in a job interview?" you laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

 

"Come on, just answer the question," he told you, nudging your shoulder with his.

 

"I don’t know--" you sighed, "I guess I wanna be more than a personal assistant; I wanna be designing in some way, a stylist or something, you know, whatever. I haven’t thought too much about it too much," you said, laughing nervously and fidgeting with your hands.

 

"Don’t be so modest, I can see it now, Y/N Y/L/N famous stylist and designer," Warren said, moving his hands up and out in a jazz hands-like gesture, his signature bright smile proudly on his face.

 

You had grown to love his smile. The smile lines around his mouth, how his eyes crinkled slightly, and the way that it would reach his eyes, making them light up and shine with emotion You could tell a lot about how Warren was feeling based on his eyes. So much so that you had wondered if everyone's eye conveyed so much emotion that you just hadn't cared enough to notice. As you were thinking this, you realized how long you had been staring at him. clearing your throat and moving your gaze to the TV for a second. Warren frowned at this, bringing his hand up to your chin and gently moving your gaze back to his.

 

"Where do you see yourself in five years?" you asked him, trying to mimic the same importance he did in his earlier question.

 

"I see myself on a world tour with a ton of albums, fans screaming our names every night, and you as our stylist, of course, being world-famous you know you and me," he answered, moving his arms extensively as he spoke. You giggled at his cute way of speaking. Everything this man did had a way of making you smitten.

 

"You think we'll still be friends in five years?" you asked gently, afraid of his answer.

 

"Of course you can't get rid of me that easily," he said, grabbing your hand from your lap. "It's you and me. Y/N and Warren, the dynamic duo Butch Cassidy and the sunshine kids Sonny and Cher,"

 

"Okay, okay," you cut him off laughing, "I get it; it's you and me," you smiled, holding your pinky out for him, his quickly wrapping around your own.

 

"You and me," Warren affirmed one last time before you both turned your attention back to the TV, bright smiles still present on your faces.

 

Warren

"Man, I was so in love with her, and she was so oblivious," he said, running a hand down his face and chuckling.

[vanillann]

C R U E L S U M M E R - G. DUNNE X FEMALE!READER

i. ii. iii.

inspired by cruel summer by taylor swift and this request!

word count: 2.5k

a/n: so i’m writing for daisy jones and the six now… thank you for the request my lovely human i hope you enjoy!

graham dunne masterlist

Summer’s in Laurel Canyon were downright cruel. The AC was pathetic with the random gust of cool air that sputtered out, the harsh desert environment left little room for shade, and Graham Dunne was too much to admire as he gambled with Warren and Eddie. His arms strained against his too tight shirt as he shook the dice between his clenched fist, his smile wide and his giggles floating throughout the humid room, and his eyes not focused on me.

My mood was sour as he ignored me, not intentionally, but rather for good reason. Relationships between band members weren’t always well received and with The Six finally getting a break after their new feature with up and coming star Daisy Jones, it wasn’t the time to announce to the world or even our own little world of friends here at Laurel Canyon. It was agreed upon since the night this relationship, if you could call it that, started; and yet I sat with a pout and annoyance as he finally let the dice fly from his palms.

In a true Graham Dunne fashion, neither of the dice landed on the table but much rather flew in two very different directions. Warren was quick to take off after one, screaming with laughter as he chased it down, while Graham jumped after the other that was rolling to the loveseat. My loveseat.

His hand clamped over the die before it was lost for good under the couch, along with Warren’s favorite lighter and Karen’s black nail polish, his smile bright as daylight when his eyes traveled up my legs, which were exposed due to the sweltering heat of the California afternoon.

His eyes finally met mine, his smile once boyish turned gentle as if he had aged into a respectable man looking at me, but nothing was respectable about his eyes which glowed with desire. We watched each other, taking in the silent moment shared in the common room as everyone occupied themselves with more important issues. Nobody was bothered by us as we watched each with harbored breaths and clammy hands. Like a soft spoken prayer, his fingers let go of the dice and ran up the back of my calf. His eyes bored into mine and I felt the pounding in my chest of the syllables of his name.

“What did it roll, Graham Cracker?” Warren came barreling around the corner, the black plastic clutched in his hand. Graham muttered under his breath, “one”, as his eyes pinned me to the leather that burned my skin. Or maybe it was his eyes burning me, or even my anger for earlier burning from the inside out.

“Devil eyes!” Warren threw his arms above his head.

“Dude, it’s definitely snake eyes,” Eddie, reached for the cube but Warren was quick to draw back. Warren giggled as Eddie jumped from his seat with every intention of getting the little piece of plastic between his bass ridded fingers but Graham’s guitar calloused fingers were on my skin and his eyes that had mastered reading sheet music were reading me. My body was quick to leave the tension that has collected around me, standing up and leaving without another word and heading to the back garden for a moment of peace with my anger.

Who did he think he was? Giving me gentle smiles and bedroom eyes when he knew I couldn’t say anything, when I couldn't touch his unruly curls and sweaty forehead with my own. He was playing me for a fool in a room full of people. He knew how he made me feel, how hard it was to love him from a distance without screaming it from the garden gates for all of Laurel Canyon to hear.

“Hey!”

Again, who did he think he was?

“What?” I did my best to keep the attitude tuck away, but as I spun around I could see the hurt in his puppy dog eyes.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine. Living in bliss,” I huffed quickly before continuing, “No of course it’s not okay. You can’t look at me like that,” my fingers pointed in the direction of the house.

“Like what?” Graham laughed under his breath, confusion written in the way he bunched his eyebrows together like he always did. I hate knowing him. I love him.

“Like we’re in a relationship,” I snapped.

“Like we’re in a relationship? What does that mean?” His breathing felt wounded, my ax of words straight to his lungs.

“A relationship is public knowledge, we aren’t public.”

“We both agreed it would be bad. I don’t understand why you're mad,” his hand reached for mine before he flinched back, looking over his shoulder. Anger became rage as he turned back around, but even in the moment I knew it wasn't fair. I wasn’t being fair.

“I’m mad because,” I took a pause, “Because.”

No words followed.

“Are you changing your mind?”

No words.

“I’m going out, I’ll see you later.”

Communication might not be my strong suit I was quickly learning as I stormed up the stairs, going straight for the phone that hung on the wooden panel wall.

“Daisy! Do you know any good parties tonight?”

Daisy always knew of a party and always welcomed company, so her excitement was clear as we wandered into a large house and drank until we were stumbling like teenagers wasted on life and parent’s vodka. Her arm was wrapped around my shoulder and her hair was tangled into my earrings, but we didn’t care.

I didn’t care, not about how much getting her hair out would hurt, or Graham, or how much getting Graham out my heart would hurt. I couldn’t keep him there, not with this anger waging a war everytime we couldn’t touch in a crowded room. I couldn’t keep these secrets anymore not even if it meant keeping him, and it was killing me. I couldn’t keep killing myself.

“Have you ever loved someone to yourself?”

I couldn’t tell what possessed me to ask Daisy this question, but has we broke into someone’s room and collapsed on their bed it stumbled from my mouth, slurred and heavy in the air. I almost rephrased my sentence, but she hummed to herself as if she felt it in her bones. Daisy felt everything in her bones, I was convinced. Maybe that was what had me asking knowing Daisy had big feelings, the only thing that could revival Daisy’s emotions could be my feelings for Graham.

“I have. It kills, man”

“It does more than kill, it gives me fever dreams and makes angel’s laugh at me.”

Silence took over, beside the loud downstairs and the thumping of both our heart rates; coke tended to do that. Atleast, I blamed the coke rather than blaming the feeling of realizing I couldn’t keep Graham if I couldn’t do it for the world.

“You should write for The Six, you’re better than Billy,” Daisy giggled beside me, turning to snuggle her face into my neck with a labored and tired breath. I smiled and let her rest against me, enjoying the new closeness with Daisy. It was nice, breathing the same air as someone who understood you. As my mind wandered over the blooming friendship with the red-head beside me, I noted her breathing go soft and light snores falling from her dark purple lips. I laid with her a little longer, not worried about how we would get home, but rather wondering if Graham was thinking about me.

Was he wondering about my outburst? Or maybe he was worried, it was starting to breach on ungodly hours of the morning and I still wasn’t home. Before I could ponder over it much more, I rolled from Daisy’s side and reached for the phone on the bedside table, my fingers spinning the dial like second nature until the gentle ring met my ear. The ring barely finished before someone picked up.

“(Y/N)?” Graham’s panicked voice was clear, even in my half high state, and my heart sputtered like a broken car. He was thinking of me, we were thinking of each other. I loved him, stupid girl.

“How’d you know?”

“I didn’t, I’m just an optimist,” even after my attitude he was being so tender as he spoke to me. Was he as stupid as me? Did he love me?

“I hate sneaking around.”

“I know,” he took a rushed breath that echoed off my bones, “Where are you? I don’t want to have this conversation over the phone. I wanna see your face.” If I was more sober I probably would’ve forgotten what I was talking about altogether as I gushed over him.

“I don’t think I can tell your face, I don’t think I can handle you looking at me like a little devil,” I looked back over at Daisy’s sleeping form, taking note of her chest rising and falling with a content sigh.

“Devil? I knew you were upset, but I didn’t know you were that upset,” his laugh was devotion of emotion, “Please tell me where you are. I need to see those angel eyes, even if you’re rolling them at me.” Desperation was clear in his voice and I think it half killed me.

“If you come pick me up, you have to take Daisy home.”

“Of course, always, now where are you two?” I vomited the address out, telling him where in the house we were before hanging up abruptly. Time felt it barely passed before the door was slowly being cracked open and he was there.

He hadn’t even stepped in the room and he took over me. He was there all around me like a warm fever and a cold shiver all in one. He stepped in the room, turning his back to us to shut the door gently to not upset Daisy and I knew he wasn’t the devil here, but I was. Or maybe we both were I couldn’t tell.

“Daisy’s staying at this motel with this guy this weekend, will you take her there?” I give Graham a second to even think about bringing us up, I still wasn’t sober or ready. I don’t know which one I would blame but at the time it was both.

“You know I will, I stole Billy’s car so it’s his gas,” Graham shrugged as he wandered to Daisy’s side and threw her over his shoulder as if it was his guitar. I wanted to make a joke about how mad Billy would be that Graham stole his car, but I couldn’t be the girl who ignored it and joked like we’re fine. I suppose both Daisy and I felt everything in our bones.

I quietly followed behind Graham, his gentle hands careful to not let Daisy hit her head on any walls as we wandered to Billy’s Firebird. Graham reached to place Daisy in the backseat, but my throat finally produced words.

“I’ll take the back.”

No argument as Graham placed a still unconscious Daisy in the passenger seat and started the car. At some point Graham had pulled a slip of paper from Daisy’s jacket with the address of the motel and was silently driving with the hum of the radio. Nerves took over my skin in the silence, I hated silent car rides. I felt like a child, her parents mad about god knows what, and I wasn’t allowed to enjoy someone in that moment. I couldn’t listen to the sound of anger filling the car and even if Graham wasn’t angry I could feel his emotions trap me in the backseat.

I didn’t realize I was crying until Graham stopped the car in front of Daisy’s motel room and started to panic.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay? Did you take something? Who gave you the coke?”

I said nothing, getting out of the car and heading for the lobby in hopes I could find something to drink to calm the lump in my throat. Graham didn’t follow, opening the passenger door and dealing with Daisy. As I wandered through the door I noticed the owner slumped in an office car and a neon sign that illuminated a vending machine with different sodas. I patted my pockets, searching for quarters but came up short.

“What do you want?” He was behind me, his hand reaching around to show two quarters, heads up, in his palm.

“Pepsi,” I muttered under my breath.

“You know Coke is better,” Graham wandered around me, placing the quarters in the slot and selecting the Pepsi button.

“You have horrible taste.”

“With drinks, maybe, but not with women,” he pulled the drink out of the button, taking the top off and passing it to me, “I mean I picked you.”

I knew we had to talk about it.

“Why’d you pick me? If we can’t be open,” I took a gasp of air, “Then why me? Because I know what you want-”

“Do you know what I want? Because if you did you wouldn’t ask me that.”

“Look Graham I can’t handle your riddles right now, I’m trying to tell you I love you,” I took a quick sip from my drink and laughed under my breath, “Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

His eyes stopped wandering over the stained carpet beneath our feet, suddenly slowly traveling up my legs. This time when he looked up his grin wasn’t the same as before with a respectable glow, his devilish grin looked at me with a piercing honesty that made me feel heavenly.

“Oh, my angel,” Graham started walking closer to me, “I’ve never loved anything you’ve said more. I’ve never loved anyone like you before.”

I felt my defense build quickly, but Graham had placed a finger over my mouth and shook his head and the anger faded with his touch.

“Let’s tell them, hell I’ll leak it to The Rolling Stones myself,” Graham chuckled, “I’ll tell the band if they make a single joke around you and kill ‘em.”

“You wouldn’t kill anyone,” I spoke with his finger still pressed lightly to my lips and felt my lipgloss stink to his finger but he didn’t flinch.

“Fair, I’ll tell them Billy will kill them,” he nodded confidently at that, “I’m done with this cruel summer of not being able to touch you and kiss you and love you.”

Suddenly I was all over him, my hands pulling his shirt and my lips crashing around his face until our teeth were trashing against one another. His hands were on the back of my neck and his chest was pressed to mine so closer I felt our lungs fuse together.

We're going to tell everyone.

KAREN SIRKO: Oh, we knew. [laughs]

WARREN ROJAS: They really thought we didn’t know! Oh that’s a good joke, I’m so telling Lisa later.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I shared a wall with Graham. I won’t say much more.

BILLY DUNNE: He’s my brother, of course I knew he loved her, but it shocked me they were actually together.

CAMILA DUNNE: Billy was the only one shocked. We all knew.

DAISY JONES: I had spent one day with the band when I asked how long they had been sleeping together.

GRAHAM DUNNE: No way they knew! We're so good about it!

(Y/N) DUNNE: Okay maybe we could’ve done a little better about hiding it.

[reasonsmandy]

His Dancing Is An Atrocity

Eddie Roundtree x Fem! Reader

✧.* requested by anon — i miss eddie(djats) fics, sooo a bit of a jealousy thing that leads to obscenity (no prompt for that)

✧.* summary — This trip was everything you wanted after working so long, it would be the best days of your vacation for sure, but something was preventing Eddie from having the same experience.

✧.* warnings — jealousy

✧.* word count — 2.8k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

You were all very excited for this vacation, after all, you've been giving your all to the band since the Aurora recordings. You loved being among those idiots, and being able to play your keyboard and create music together with them was awesome. So by the time the pay checks arrived at the house in Laurel Canyon you were already planning a trip with the whole gang.

Warren was super excited, he had planned all the way on his boat to take you to a beach house that Graham had rented, so there you were, packing all your stuff for a sensational week full of drinks, music and of course drugs.

“Guys, are you going to take a long time to finish packing?” You say, getting the attention of the boys in the room.“Billy and Camila just left their house, they'll be here in a few minutes. We need to be ready.”

“I'm just waiting for my guest to arrive.” Graham speaks, relaxing his body on the couch.

“Ooh, who is the girl, uh?” Warren says with a smirk on his face, bouncing on the couch cushion like a little kid.

“No girl, man.” The younger Dunne says laughing. “In fact, I called that guy who started working with us at the record company, the one who mixes the songs, you know?”

“Oh, really?” Your body language changes at the mention of the man who has caught your attention since the last recordings, was nothing more than a crush.

“Someone seems interested, huh.” Rojas gets off the couch to go to you, nudging you as his sentence is spoken.

“Shut up Warren.” Roundtree's voice emanates when he enters the place. “Don't let him piss you off Y/N.”

“Alright, sorry for bringing up the obvious.” He shrugs, putting a cigarette to her lips while lighting it next. “I'm going to get my chick on the way there, so I think we're ready.”

“Why did you ask that guy to go with us?” Roundtree broached the subject again, his tone oddly irritated.

“We became close friends over the last few days, I figured it wouldn't be a problem.” The guitarist responds, looking directly at Eddie.

“Well, it is.” You frown at his response, approaching him you gently touch his left hand making him look at you.

“Can I talk to you privately for a second?” You whisper in his ear, and he nods. “Guys, we'll wait for you in the van, okay?”

Eddie adjusts his jacket around his body, making his way behind you following like a puppy dog, the two of you open the back of the van and settle in there, you sit in front of him facing him for a few seconds.

“What's going on with you?” You ask, arching your eyebrows in question. “You were super rude with Graham over there.”

“I thought this was a family trip, that's all.” He shrugs, but you knew him very well to know that he was lying.

“Stop lying, Warren was talking about the twins he wanted to bring the whole week, you knew it wasn't going to be just us. Spill it!”

“I told you, it's nothing.” He relaxes his body, his eyes managing to make your body shiver.

You and Eddie had a lot of tension going on between you since you joined the band, you had already made out a few times when the drink or drugs hit you hard, but neither of you had the courage to bring it up the next day. In addition, you had a sensational energy, which was part of the rest of the band, perhaps the desire to be with each other emanated in the notes you played or was it conveyed in the looks exchanged.

You guys felt comfortable being in each other's presence and maintaining that dynamic where everything lives between the lines. So you clearly knew something was wrong, he was irritated out of the blue, his excuses were not plausible, and the sullen look that resided on his face was noticeable from miles away. But you decide not to bring it up anymore, you knew him, and knew that sooner or later if something was really bothering him he would say something about it.

The van parks a few meters away from the pier, you could already see Warren's boat baptized as “Aurora” there, little by little the band took their luggage to the floating object, arranging everything for that unforgettable weekend. You struggled with the three suitcases in your hand, trying to balance them while dodging other people walking.

“Can I help you?” A voice you know calls your attention, slowly you turn to see who was calling you, recognizing the man mentioned by Graham earlier. “You seem to have difficulty with, well, all of that.”

“I'd like that, thank you.” You lean your body so he can pick up one of the suitcases you were balancing. “Good to see you Gabe, how are you?”

You and the man talked making the way to the boat, and Eddie watched this scene from afar while feeling his blood bubbling, he hated that guy. His arms crossed against his chest, as he felt the frustration also part of him, he had no idea how he was going to spend this week with him in the same room. He knew, or at least thought he knew, that he had ulterior motives with you and just thinking about it would devastate Roundtree.

The whole way to the house on the beach was a party, the music accompanied the band everywhere and it was no different there, you sang and drank while talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was amazing how those individuals made you feel at home, how wonderful a family they were to you.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow across the tranquil waters, the boat gently cut through the calm waves. The rhythmic sound of the engine merged with the distant laughter and chatter, creating a soothing harmony that seemed to echo the bond forming between you and the man.

Eddie's gaze never wavered from the scene before him, his eyes narrowing as he observed your interactions. The cool breeze tousled his hair, a stark contrast to the seething heat he felt within. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as his fingers dug into his palms. A sense of unease settled in his chest, the tension growing palpable as he struggled to suppress his animosity.

Meanwhile, the boat drew nearer to the shore, revealing the full expanse of the beach. Fine, powdery sand stretched out like a welcoming carpet, framed by gentle swaying palm trees that whispered secrets to the wind. The water's hues shifted from deep blue to a vibrant turquoise as it lapped at the shore, creating a serene and inviting backdrop.

As the boat gently docked, you disembarked onto the soft sand, your feet sinking slightly with each step. The beach house, perched just a stone's throw away, beckoned with its open windows and a sprawling veranda that faced the sea. The sound of music drifted on the breeze, blending harmoniously with the soothing symphony of waves crashing gently against the shore.

The atmosphere was alive with an infectious energy as you were greeted by the family who had opened their home to you. Their warm embraces and heartfelt smiles instantly made you feel like a part of something greater, as if you had found a second family in this coastal haven.

The beach house was every bit as beautiful as Graham had promised, a gigantic space big enough for rock stars and their dates and a few other people, too. Its painting in pastel colors was eye-catching, and as you felt the sand on your feet, the whole environment was proof that you guys would have a sensational time here.

As you stepped through the front door, a sense of awe washed over you, the interior of the beach house even more magnificent than its exterior. The open layout revealed a spacious living area adorned with plush couches and vibrant artworks that seemed to capture the essence of the ocean's beauty. Large windows framed the panoramic view of the beach, allowing the soothing sound of waves to permeate the room.

“Oh, I heard the Riva house is around here.” You hear Gabe's voice inform you of a curious fact, Graham stares at him in surprise at the information, you frown.

“The Riva house?” You ask, going up the stairs to the front door.

“Oh, the singer, Mick Riva.” He explains, putting your luggage in the ground as you wait for Graham to open the place. “Legend has it that his kids live here, but the guy has so many kids that it's hard to know.”

“Well, I had no idea about that.” you say making your way into the house, your mouth drops open as you take in the large and wonderful space. “Oh my goodness, this place is beautiful…”

As you began to explore the house, your eyes widened in disbelief. The spaciousness seemed limitless, designed to accommodate a lively group and then some. The rooms exuded an inviting charm, each one a haven of comfort and relaxation. Warren's infectious energy swept you up as he slung his arm around your shoulder, his eyes revealing his exhaustion from the day's events.

"Rest up, Y/N, because tonight is all about partying!" Warren exclaimed, his excitement contagious. He darted up the stairs with an exuberant shout of "party," mimicking the beats of a drum as he went.

Laughter bubbled forth as you watched him disappear, his antics injecting a sense of light-heartedness into the air. The anticipation of the evening's festivities hung palpably in the atmosphere.

In a room nearby, Warren had already succumbed to slumber, his guest following suit. Camila and Billy claimed one of the suites, leaving the remaining guests to make themselves comfortable in the tropical haven.

The day dawned with a gentle breeze carrying the promise of warmth and sunshine. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore created a soothing backdrop as you stepped onto the soft sand of the beach. The sky above stretched vast and cloudless, its brilliant blue mirrored by the sparkling expanse of the ocean.

Opting for a moment of relaxation, you found a cozy spot on the beach, nestled beneath the shade of a swaying palm tree. Camila, a kindred spirit who had quickly become a dear friend, joined you, her laughter blending with the rustling of leaves as you settled in.

As the two of you lounged on beach towels, you engaged in casual conversation that flowed effortlessly. The scent of saltwater hung in the air, and the occasional squawk of seagulls added a playful note to the serene symphony of nature. Camila's infectious energy and genuine camaraderie made the time pass swiftly, each passing moment fostering a sense of ease and comfort.

Graham and Gabe, familiar faces that had become integral to your experience, occasionally joined you by the shoreline. Graham's thoughtful insights and easy banter provided a sense of familiarity, while Gabe's charm and genuine interest in your thoughts painted a portrait of a blossoming connection.

As the sun arched higher in the sky, conversations drifted from lighthearted anecdotes to deeper discussions, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and newfound connections. The hours slipped away, and you felt a sense of contentment wash over you, the rhythm of the waves lulling you into a peaceful state of mind.

Anticipation for the evening's festivities gradually grew, and with the setting sun casting hues of orange and pink across the horizon, you made your way back to the beach house. The vibrant colors seemed to reflect the warmth of the connections you had formed, a visual reminder of the bonds that had woven themselves into your heart.

As party preparations commenced, you found yourself drawn into the whirlwind of excitement, helping to set up decorations and arrange seating. Graham's infectious enthusiasm and Gabe's genuine smile added an air of anticipation to the atmosphere, both of them working alongside you to ensure the evening would be nothing short of unforgettable.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow that illuminated the beach house and the party setup. You enter the residence eager to get ready for the party you've been waiting for all last week.

You could already hear the records playing on the record player, your body begged you to run downstairs as fast as possible to dance with all your soul. You barely went down a step and you could already smell the cigarette and the smoke that adorned your body with the descent, from above the view of his entire band and guests having the time of their lives, Daisy snorting cocaine while dancing in circles, Warren pouring an unfamiliar drink into Graham's mouth and chaos enveloped them with each new beat.

“If I had known your parties were like this I would have joined longer.” Gabe tells you, extending his hand to help you down, Eddie notices the scene and adjusts his body on the couch. “Hey, you wanna dance?”

“I'd—”

“Actually, she hates that song, so I guess you can go dancing with, I don't know, that girl over there.” Eddie interrupts you, his hand resting on the back of your back, you raise one of your eyebrows, not understanding anything.

“Oh, I didn't realize…” Gabe is interrupted by Roundtree like you were seconds before.

“Yeah man, cool.” Eddie takes one of your hands, taking you to a further and quieter place.

“What the fuck was that?” You question, his hands on his hips as he watched you.

“You look stunning Y/N” You are taken by surprise, feeling the butterflies in your stomach dance and trying your hardest to not show.

“Thanks…” You whisper, trying to maintain yourself. “But you didn't answer my question Roundtree, you know I love every song in this album.”

“Yeah but that guy clearly doesn't know how to appreciate this record, so, I will preserve you from witnessing this atrocity.” He crosses his arms, proud of what he said, you turn your head in confusion.

“You barely had a conversation with him.”

“Why would I want to do that?” He lets out a weak laugh, rolling his eyes. “Get real, sweets!”

“Wait wait wait…” You smile, that afterwards becomes a smirk. “You're jealous!”

“Excuse me?” He says, rolling his eyes.

“You heard me.”

“I am not jealous of you.” He assures you, shrugging.

“So I take it you won't mind if I go over there and dance with him.” You say, moving away from him.

“Not at all.” He assures you once more, and you don't take long to walk away from him sure of his answer.

As you walk into the dance floor, laughter, music, and chatter melded into a lively symphony, and you couldn't help but get caught up in the atmosphere. Gabe's presence was magnetic, drawing people to him effortlessly.

Eddie, on the other hand, watched from a distance, his expression unreadable. The sight of you and Gabe enjoying each other's company seemed to twist a knife of jealousy deep within him. He clenched his fists, his jaw set, as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.

When you join him, he looks surprised to see you on the dance floor, presumably from Eddie's speech a few minutes ago. He smiles when he sees you, holding your hand and moving you to the beat of the music.

Eddie could feel the insecurity and jealousy consuming him little by little, when Rojas walks by his side and whispers “Try to pretend a little, brother” he feels the peak of his stress arrive. Coming towards you with a serious look.

He grabs your hand startling you with his abrupt approach, he spins you around on the dance floor, looking right at Gabe trying to get a message across. You couldn't help but smile at such idiocy that caused you so much delight.

“Okay, maybe I am a little jealous.” He says next to your ear, so you could hear. “But just to be clear, his dancing is an atrocity.”

“He sucks.” You whisper back, Roundtree breaks into a gigantic smile. “I would rather dance with you, a thousand times.” You confess.

“Wait, Is this a declaration of love?” he teases you, bringing his face closer to yours.

“Seriously Roundtree?” You roll your eyes, placing your hands on the back of the bassist's neck. “Just kiss me already!”

As the words left your lips, Eddie needed no further invitation. He closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that carried the weight of unspoken desires and uncharted territory. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of Eddie's touch and the promise of what lay ahead. You pull him closer, if that's possible, feeling the heaven in this act you both shared.

“Jezz, get a room, you two.” Warren speaks leaning on his and Eddie's shoulder, staring at you until you stop. “Thanks, I don't want these makeouts at my party” He was very stoned, which subconsciously made you laugh.

“Fuck off Warren.” Eddie says, before kissing you again.

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Discount (Pt 1)

Ships:

Kade Burns/Myles

Cody Burns/Priscilla Pynch

Kade walked into the kitchen, chuckling to himself about the sweet deal he got at the local diner. Little did he know it would come back to bite him.

Cody was daydreaming while eating cereal, Dani was attempting to make herself breakfast, Graham was making toast, and Charlie was sipping coffee while reading the newspaper.

"Mornin family," Kade said. "You're a bit late today," Graham said. Kade scoffed, "I needed some extra beauty sleep." Dani rolled his eyes at Kade's comment, and Charlie chuckled at it and continued reading. Then he read something that made him almost spit out his coffee. It took everyone by surprise by the action and got Cody out of his daydream.

"Uh, dad, is everything okay?" Cody asked. Charlie cleared his throat, "Just the news, son," "A rumor that's been going around the town for a few weeks ago." Dani raised an eyebrow, "What rumor?" If it was so bad that Charlie almost spat out his coffee, Dani wants in on the gossip. "Let me see," Dani said, and Charlie handed over the newspaper. "What does it say?" Graham asked.

"Ex-Theif Turned Rich Girl's Babysitter Is Possibly Dating the Oldest Burns!"

The four family members turn to look at Kade. His face was almost red as a fire hydrant. Charlie and Graham were in disbelief, Dani could see it happening, and Cody was mad and glared at Kade. "So it's okay for you to tease me for crushing on Priscilla, but you're outright dating her babysitter." Cody sneered. He knew his brother could be a bit of a hypocrite at times, but these are the few times where it genuinely made him mad. "You definitely don't wanna see the pictures then," Dani said.

"PICTURES?!"

Dani put the newspaper on the table and opened it, showing the "dates" of Myles and Kade. Everyone looked at Kade for a response. "I need to make a call real quick." Kade said as he dashed to his room and closed the door. He frantically dialed Myles' number, hoping it would answer.

M-Myles

K-Kade

P-Priscilla

(I absolutely suck at writing phone call dialog, so it'll be like this until then)

M: Yeah? K: Have you read the newspaper? M: No, why? None of us even really read that stuff. Only Madeline does. K: Remember how we would go to the diner and fake being a couple for their discounts. M: Dear god. What is on the paper? K: There's been a rumor going around that we actually are and my family knows. M: Let me guess, Cody's been giving you the stink eye ever since K: I didn't know people would think we're dating! And with Cody, it's not that bad. M: Dude, you bullied your younger brother for crushing on Priscilla, the daughter of a criminal. And he thinks you're dating me, an actual criminal. M: Of course he's going to be mad at you. P: He has a crush on me? M: Uhh P: Does he? K: Who are you talking to? M: *whisper* Priscilla heard me, Kade. She knows about the crush K: Why does that matter? M: *whisper* She likes him back! K: OH! Uh, gotta go train!

Myles looked at the hung up phone in annoyance. 'That explains why people kept looking at me weirdly,' He thought and turned to look back at Priscilla. She was giving puppy dog eyes. Now, most of the time, this wouldn't work on him. However, the feelings are mutual. He couldn't lie about and break Priscilla's heart. Myles sighed, wanting to to avoid the question. Luckily, his twin opened the door. "Hey there's a carnival going on tonight," Evans said, "Do you want to go there Priscilla?" "Myles, can you call Kade and tell Cody I'm going?" Priscilla asked. Myles sighed, "Yeah, I will." 'Just need to make sure that idiot didn't do anything stupid,' He thought.

-Back at the Fire House-

Cody was continuing to give Kade glares. Kade, obviously, ignored it. The bots wanted to know why, mainly Heatwave. Blades went to ask Dani, she always knows. "Hey Dani, what's with Cody?" Blades asked. "And what did Kade do?" Heatwave asked, giving Kade a harsh side eye and ready to spray him with water. Dani whispered to Blades and he was shocked and audibly gasped. "What is it?" Boulder asked. "You're dating Myles?!" Blades shouted. "N-No, the press just makes it seem like it," Kade tried to explain. "Kade, why would you associate with a criminal that we have arrested multiple times?" Chase asked. "Would you believe me I told you?" Kade asked. Everyone gained interest.

"Look, a few weeks ago, there was a couples discount at the local diner," "I didn't have enough money for the normal amount and Myles was near by so I asked him for us to pose as a couple so I could get the discount." "He agreed, so we ordered and sat away from everyone else." "We did this multiple times when the had the discount was in place and I guess people though we were dating because how close we tend to get at times..." "We got really close some nights..."

After hearing Kade's explanation, everyone had various reactions to this. "So people think you two are dating because you wanted a discount?" Graham asked. "Yup, and it worked." Kade said proudly, "I guess we got too convincing." "Why am I not surprised," Dani said, "I should've expected that you'd be the type to do it."

"So why is Cody so upset about it?" Boulder asked. "You mind if I tell them?" Dani asked. "No," Cody responded. "Alright, Cody likes Priscilla and he's upset about it." Dani said. "Wait, you do?" Blades asked. Cody nodded. "Myles did chew me out about it over the phone considering Priscilla likes you b-" Kade covered his mouth before he could finish the sentence but it was already to late. "She likes me?" Cody asked. Kade sighed, "Yeah, he did tell me because Priscilla over heard everything and he may have told her about your crush." There was a tinge of pink growing on Cody's face.

Part 2 will be coming soon

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Awakening Past

Chapter 12

pairing: Ashley Graham x Leon S Kennedy.

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

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It was terribly hot. She dropped the pen on the table and sighed heavily. The breeze blew in through the window of her room in the white house as the furballs scampered around the rooms, tripping over each other, still learning to run.

She sank into the seat, leaning the back of her neck against the backrest. Her body ached horribly and her hands were still tender. She'd had the great idea to try a new course on the mountain, a more complicated wall that had left her wrecked, just before she came to visit Washington.

At this rate her father was going to find out she was rock climbing.

She had managed to justify the strips of tape on her hands with the dog bites. She smiled as she remembered the look on her father's face when he saw the puppies for the first time.

He was crazy about them.

She closed the notebook and put them in the bag and then looked at the clock. In a few hours she would be back home at Amherst and had to prepare the papers for the next term's registration.

She was still looking at the coursework.

She had to admit that Professor Enma Narsson's lectures were starting to take their toll on her. Curiosity about paleontology was surfacing more and more strongly, but she was still undecided.

She had seen that there was such a thing as paleobiology and the fact that she wouldn't have to stay in a research lab forever was starting to look more appealing to her.

She sighed again looking up at the ceiling.

Almost seven months already huh?

She turned her head and inhaled softly, feeling the pleasant scent of summer flowers.

She felt a pressure on her thigh and rolled her eyes to meet Mint, who was trying to jump into her lap, but was too high for him. Ashley smiled and picked him up like a stuffed animal to let him curl into a ball. Pepper lay sprawled on the floor with the ball between his little paws.

They were growing fast, but they were still a long way from the size the vet had told her.

She was too busy with puppy training.

She closed her eyes and let her muscles relax, drifting off to sleep. The soft wind caressed her locks and she felt serene. 

She lost track of space and time and when she opened her eyes again Pepper was no longer on the ground.

Had she fallen asleep? She swallowed and felt her throat dry. 

Yes, she had fallen asleep.

She looked around the room with Mint in her arms and cursed when she didn't see his brother.

“ Damn Pepper.”  she mumbled walking out of the room. Mint was the one who always gave her trouble and for once she wasn't watching him....

There were hardly any people in the halls that Sunday. She sniffed subtly and followed the scent of her dog. 

She had begun to get used to this new ability. Many times it only made her nauseous, but she had to admit that it was very useful for that kind of situation.

She headed to the west wing, towards the offices, where she encountered the occasional worker.

She hadn't met anyone she knew, but she smelled a familiar scent.

Maria appeared from one side of the corridor and saw Ashley.

“ Miss Graham.” she greeted her and approached her. - I was going to pick you up, we leave in an hour.

“ Yes, first I have to find Pepper.” she walked past her, following the trail and approaching her father's office.

She looked behind the furniture and flower pots, but found nothing. Maria rummaged around on the opposite side of the room from her.

“Are you sure?" she sensed her father's voice as she approached the door intending to walk past " Can you even confirm to me if Kennedy is alive?"

She stopped dead in her tracks.

What had he just said? 

Her heart skipped a beat and her body moved unconsciously, putting her ear to the door.

“ What do you mean you don't know where he is?”  His voice was alarmed, and he paused and then exclaimed, "Three days?! Is there no one who can help the BSAA team?”

Ashley arched an eyebrow at that name. Wasn't that the reconnaissance group that was now in charge of the area in Spain? why was her father talking about them if it was out of his jurisdiction? what had happened to Leon?

She was about to open the door when she heard him sigh.

“ I can't send anyone after him, the DSO is not based in Europe and without an official active mission I can't send any more agents, that's why I'm asking you to send someone from the BSAA base in Europe.” - There was an anxious pause. “ He's the agent who saved my daughter, you can't let him die like this.”

Ashley's heart froze.

Die? Leon? What was he talking about?

The last thing Leon had told her almost four months ago was that he was on a surveillance mission in Canada.

He wasn't supposed to be in Spain.

What did that mean? Had he lied to her?

Her heart was pounding violently.

A nervous gasp escaped from between her lips.

No. NonoNONONONO

It couldn't be happening.

“Who's in charge of the team?”

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt and she tried to listen above the rumbling of her heart.

“ Chris Redfield, okay, I'll have Agent Hunnigan contact him, thank you.”

When all was silent Ashley's mind started to run like a train.

Should she ask? No, he would be angry with her for eavesdropping, but she couldn't just stand there, she didn't understand what was going on.

Only Leon was in danger and no one could go after him, because he was a secret government agent and every time he went out there was on his own.

There was no one...

Her body stopped shaking all at once and she rolled her eyes to her bicep where she now always wore a bracelet with an aquamarine stone. 

Anguish invaded her but anger and determination were greater.

“ I've found him!”

Maria exclaimed appearing with Pepper in her arms and Ashley heard her father's chair creak at the voice. Now he knew there was someone on the other side.

She took a breath trying to calm her nerves and put her theatrical skills into action. She sketched a smile as Maria reached her and knocked on her father's office door.

“ Come in," she heard on the other side. She turned the knob and entered the room. The president smiled broadly at the sight of his daughter and stood up when he saw the puppies in her arms.

“ We are leaving now.” the blonde announced, leaving the animal on the floor. William looked at the time in surprise and a grimace of pain appeared on his face causing Ashley to add. “Is something wrong Dad?”

Maybe...

Maybe he would tell her, maybe he would tell her what had happened with Leon.

It might clear up her doubts and the growing anguish in her chest, it might....

“ No, it's all right.”  he replied with a smile and that was enough for Ashley to shut down.

He wasn't going to tell her anything.

Like she was a badly wounded bird.

Like she was a little girl.

And she felt anger.

But acting was something she was very good at.

“ I'm glad.”  She went over to him to give him a hug and watch as Mint frolicked between his legs. - "He's looking forward to playing with you before he leaves.”

Graham got up from his seat and squatted down to pet the little critters.

Then she took advantage.

She gently slid behind the large desk and peeked at the phone, where she knew he'd have the most important numbers jotted down on a piece of paper hidden under the device.

She slid her fingers without taking her eye off her father, who was still distracted, and quickly ran her eyes over the list.

She saw Leon's number that she already had and... Hunnigan.

She memorized the digits as if she were carving them with a knife into her skin and put the paper away again.

Graham stood up and looked to his daughter at his side to give her another hug.

“ Have a safe trip, call me when you get there, I have to make some calls.”

She squeezed him, but a pang wounded her heart.

“ I will, don't worry.”

They parted to say goodbye and the two women walked out with the puppies, closing the door behind them.

Ashley hurried and pulled out her cell phone to jot down the number before she forgot it, but she didn't call. She would wait for her father to talk to Hannigan.

They went upstairs to get her things from her room and went down to the garage where Ashley's SUV rested. They put the bags in and secured the puppies behind the trunk bars.

“ I'll drive, then you take over for me.”  she said to Maria with a smile. Vazquez didn't reply and climbed into the passenger seat.

Before long they were on the freeway chatting normally when Ashley tilted the steering wheel and took a different exit. Maria arched her eyebrows.

“ Um, I think you got confused Ashley.”  She gave her a confused look, but fell silent when she saw the blonde's darkened expression.

One she had never seen before and began to worry when she heard her say.

“ There's a slight change of plans.”

*

Graham stopped the car and Maria went pale when she saw where they were.

The DSO offices.

She heard the door close and saw Ashley walk towards the entrance pulling out her cell phone. She cursed under her breath and hurried to take off her belt.

“ Ashley!” she called to her, rushing out of the car and running towards her.

The blonde raised the cell phone to her ear and waited listening to the tones.

“ Hunnigan, who is it?”

“ It's been a while.”  greeted Ashley as she stopped in front of the glass doors of the building.

 There was a few seconds of silence.

“ Ashley?”

The named let out a chuckle.

“ The one and only. Hey, now that I got your number, I wanted to ask you if you could meet me?”

“ Ah... I'm... busy right now, I have work.”

“Yeah... turns out it's an emergency”

“ Emergency?”

“ I'm at the DSO entrance.”

“ What?!”

“ I'm waiting for you out here.

“ Wai-”

And she hung up.

Maria looked at her puzzled without understanding anything that was happening.

“ Ashley, what are you doing?”

The blonde was quiet for a few seconds looking at the cell phone screen and then put it away.

“ Something that would probably make my father furious if he found out.”

The agent blanched.

“ What are you planning?”

“ I don't know yet, I'm working on it.”

Fifteen minutes passed before the front doors opened and a brown-haired woman with glasses came out. Ashley and Maria got up from the bench they had been sitting on.

Hunigan gritted her teeth and walked hurriedly toward them pointing at Ashley.

“ You better have a good reason for-”

“ Where's Leon?”

Ingrid stopped in her tracks and blanched at the sudden question.

“What? - was all she could articulate.”

“ My father's called, hasn't he?”

Hunnigan shook her head.

“ How do you know-”

“ I heard him on the phone and now tell me what happened to Leon?”

The FOS agent looked at Maria without believing it, but she found the same uncertainty in Vazquez's brown eyes, making her sigh as she felt that amber gaze pierce into her.

“ He is in Spain, with the BSAA team led by Chris Redfield.” She paused, trying to leave it there, but saw that Ashley wasn't buying it and growled. “ We sent Leon to guide them through the terrain.” she swallowed looking anxiously at Ashley “ three days ago he went into a mine to secure it before the group, but there was a landslide in the mountain that caused a collapse in the caves.”

Ashley had opened her eyes wide and a lump was forming in her throat. Hunnigan gave her a worried look and added.

“ President Graham has asked me to try to find someone who can assist the group in mountainous territory, but there are no agents available and we can't send just anyone without knowledge of the terrain and-”

“ I'll go.”

Hunnigan and Maria blinked several times processing what they had just heard.

Ingrid took a breath, aware that she had been holding her breath.

“ I'm sorry?” she managed to articulate in her stupor.

Ashley's gaze was like a razor.

“ I said I'll go get him.”

This time it was Maria who spoke.

“ Ashley, stop joking, this is serious, let Hunnigan and the professionals handle it.”  She tried to stop her but the icy stare Graham's daughter gave her made her swallow.

“ I'm not kidding.” she turned to Hunnigan. “ And I'm going to give you a single argument that should be enough for you to know that I'm right.”

The agent arched her eyebrows.

“ Just one? What is this infallible argument?”

 The amber gaze darkened.

“ Only Leon and I got out of that place alive. You sent Leon who knew the place and he's locked up and I'm the only person left who knows those caves, is that enough for you?”

Hunnigan opened her mouth to retort, closed it for a second and replied with a sigh.

“ You have no field training, those mountains and caves are dangerous.”

“ I know, even though I've been rock climbing and training for four months I'm better prepared than when I was kidnapped.”

Maria was surprised at the directness of her words.

“ Ashley, you are a civilian, I can't send you to such a dangerous place.”

She was running out of patience and Leon was running out of time.

“ I was a Civilian when they took me there and here I am, still breathing, tell me do you have any better ideas? I'm all ears.”

She had definitely learned from Leon to be so brazen, Hunnigan thought to herself. She kept quiet, aware that no, she didn't have any better ideas, because whoever went there, if they didn't know the terrain they would be just as useless as the entire BSAA team already there.

“ Even if you tell me no, I'm going to find a way to go.”

Those golden eyes showed a shuddering determination. Ingrid saw her fists clenched, her knuckles white with tension filled with cuts and band-aids. She could sense a slight tremor and raised her chestnut eyes to the young woman expecting to see her flinch, but found herself frowning, probably thinking about how she could cross the Atlantic if Hunnigan said no and without her father finding out.

She ended up sighing.

“ How do you expect to find him when none of Chris Redfield's team has been able to yet?”

“ I have my methods.”

Ingrid looked at her deeply.

She wanted to think that she wasn't being serious, that if she agreed she would go back on her words and not put herself in danger like a fool.

But she saw no trace of doubt.

Only decision.

She sighed again.

“ Does your father know about this?”

“ No, and I hope it stays that way.”

They looked at each other in silence.

“ You'll be alone in those caves.”  she warned her one last time, but she didn't expect the snicker that came out of Ashley.

“ I don't know what you read in Leon's report, but anything is more appealing to me than psychopaths chasing me with a chainsaw or wolves sliced open, trying to rip out my jugular.” 

Maria went pale, thinking it was simply an exaggeration, but Hunnigan's serious face made her realize, to her chagrin, that it was not.

They looked at each other for a few moments until Ingrid finally gave in.

“ All right, but you will do everything I tell you to do until you get to Spain. Don't improvise, let me do the formalities and you follow my instructions.”

“ Wait a minute, hold your horses. You're going to send her alone? I'm going with her.”

Hunnigan glared at her.

“ Agent Vazquez, I know we don't know each other very well, but you're going to have to follow my instructions. You have to stay at Ashley's house to cover her absence, someone has to have her back in front of her father.”

“ Do you want me to lie to the president?”

Ingrid frowned.

“ Do you want us to be impeached or imprisoned for insubordination?”

“ Do you want to clandestinely send the president's daughter to Europe to look for a person we don't even know is still alive?”

“ He is alive.”

The growl that emerged from Ashley's throat surprised the two agents.

“ Ashley..." Maria muttered.

“ He promised me he would get me out of that hell and he did. He promised me he would keep himself safe and bring me back my bracelet and for that he has to keep breathing. If I have to cross half the world to do it, I'm gonna do it.”

The agents looked at each other for a second and Maria cursed, turning back to the car. She pulled out from the back seat the backpack Ashley always carried with her, with some mountain clothes and her climbing harnesses.

She went back to her and tossed the bag to her.

“ This one you owe me and don't even think about doing something crazy. Five days, I'm not going to be able to cover you any longer.”

Ashley smiled and handed her her phone to her slinging the bag over her shoulder.

“ Thanks Maria.”

She growled.

“ Your dogs are less trouble than you are.”

The blonde smiled and turned to Hunnigan.

“ My father mustn't find out.”

“ He won't. Let's go.”

Ashley took a breath and clutched the bracelet to her bicep making the stone sparkle.

" Wait for me Leon, I'm coming for you."

**

When she got off the plane her head was spinning. The heat and humidity made his T-shirt stick to her sweatshirt within half an hour.

The smell of steel, gasoline and dust filled her lungs, causing her to cough hopelessly.

She heard voices and saw the group of military personnel unloading training material.

Her heart was racing. She adjusted her cap and put on her brown jacket even though she was stewing in it. She put her fingertip to the earpiece in her ear.

“ I've arrived.”  she informed someone on the other end.

A few seconds passed in silence, feeling the anguish grow in his body.

She watched the sun disappear behind two mountains and was grateful that the temperature was becoming more bearable.

“You need to head for the cargo exit, they should be busy unloading the planes.”

Ashley looked carefully at her surroundings and started to jog calmly in the direction of the exit Hunnnigan had indicated.

Follow her orders. This was her terrain, Ashley didn't know what contacts she might have and it was best not to open her mouth in an environment she didn't know.

This was open field.

She crossed the fence next to a pallet trailer and walked towards the road leading to the track, looking around and sniffing the environment at all times.

For some reason... sniffing her surroundings in that way became less strange. She was in an unfamiliar place, perceiving her senses more keenly and her body alert. These had been urges she had been feeling for the past four months, but which distressed her in class or when she went outside. It choked her, as if she didn't fit in there.

She felt like a dog who couldn't use her abilities.

And now... to smell everything around her, to know what was around her, without fear of whispering in the hallways behind her back....

There was something liberating about it.

Though it could also be her anxiety.

She sighed heavily.

“ They're going to come by and pick you up shortly. Don't talk to anyone, they don't know who you are or what you're doing here. The fewer clues the better.”

“ Roger that.”

She dropped her hand and waited.

She clutched her jacket tightly and tried to control her nervous breathing.

Deep... take a deep breath she told herself over and over again.

She looked up at the sky and stared at it for a few long seconds.

Seven months had passed since she last saw Leon.

More than half a year and it had been almost five since they had written to each other, her last message being four months ago.

She thought to herself.

Maybe he didn't want to talk to her anymore, after all he had to suffer for her in Spain... it was normal that he wanted to get away. But maybe he was doing it for her, because of what he told her in his delirium on the jet ski. Maybe he perceived that she had become too attached to him and that wasn't good for his position, not when she was the president's daughter.

She inhaled with a smile.

Whatever the reason for pulling away from her, he now realized how much he had helped her.

Had he been abrupt?

Yes, definitely, but she felt better, the best she could be after returning from a kidnapping with creatures from horror stories.

But Catherine had saved her the first month back and after meeting Emily and the rest... it was only getting better and sometimes she found herself thinking, if Leon had decided to stay by her side, if he had stayed... he could have met all her friends.

She adjusted her backpack. She didn't know it, but she was happy because of him.

And it was her turn to return the favor.

She caught the scent of an exhaust pipe and a few seconds later she saw some lights come around the bend approaching her. She stayed in place and the car stopped in front of her rolling down the window and hitting her with an intense smell of tobacco.

She held her breath.

“Soto?” asked the driver in a hoarse, hoarse voice in Spanish.

She nodded and opened the door when the soldier waved to her.

Lucía Soto, a temporary name while she was there, at least until she reached Redfield's camp.

Her muscles tensed as the car started and they drove off.

The silence was almost heavy. At one point in the trip the man held out his cigar box to her which she declined by raising her hand. 

The darkness of the cabin was only interrupted by a beam of light every so often, illuminating the man's face for a few seconds.

She swerved and stopped again, letting other soldiers enter the back seat. The newcomer didn't say much either, but he did accept the cigar the driver gave him, lighting it with an old metal lighter.

Ashley was grateful for the rolled down windows so she could breathe and not die from the heat, but still held back retching.

She clutched the American fist Maria had given her, now tucked in her pocket. Her heart pounded her ribs hard, feeling a strange sensation.

For a moment she remembered the day she was kidnapped, when someone grabbed her from behind and knocked her unconscious with sedative.

A shiver ran down her spine, but she quickly snapped back to reality as the vehicle lurched over uneven ground.

Silhouettes of trees enveloped them and as if they had changed seasons the temperature dropped. They seemed to have entered another place, where neither birds called to each other among the branches nor crickets sang in the darkness.

Nothing. Just the crunch of tires on stone.

“ There are rumors around the villages that demons used to live in this place.” The driver's deep, raspy voice almost made her jump out of her seat. “ They said the villagers' bloodshot eyes were signs of their pact with the devil.”

The man in the back seat let out a derisive chuckle.

“ In the dark there are many things and old men like to create tales to make the children behave.”

“ Maybe.”  whispered the driver. “ but until not too many months ago, it was said that around here you could hear the screams of people who disappeared in the mountains and were never found again.”  He glanced sideways at Ashley who had sunk into the seat listening to them silently. “ Do you believe the rumors that exiles from other villages were sent there?”  he said in Spanish.

She should not speak.

They were already arriving.

But... there was something in the atmosphere, a darkness that had settled in the three of them, making their tongues speak slowly and paused.

As if whispering forbidden stories that should never have been told.

Ashley felt that darkness creep through her, remembering, sensing familiar things, but somehow different.

She shouldn't speak, but something in that atmosphere stoked instinct and fear in them.

“ Maybe even the demon could seem like a salvation in the face of the nightmares that lived in that place.” Her words were slow and deep on her own tongue.

The driver stared at her for a few seconds, feeling the heaviness in every letter that had come out of that mouth.

“ Yes, maybe you're right.”

None of them said anything else for the remainder of the ride.

Ashley gripped the handlebars on the bumps until at a certain point the vehicle came to a stop.

She looked out the window and saw at the bottom of the mountainside small lights in tents.

She grabbed her things and got out of the car.

“ I hope even the devil is with you, you'll need him.”

She turned to the driver who bowed his head in farewell and she gave him the same gesture.

She watched the car's lanterns move away and turned on the flashlight to go down to the camp. 

The soldiers saw a glow in the underbrush and raised their weapons.

“ Who's there?” asked one in English again.

Ashley raised her hands with her heart in her throat and walked cautiously until the light from the campfire illuminated her figure.

“ I have come to help.” she replied simply.

“ How did you get here? Who are you? How did you know we were here? Identif-”

A large hand rested on the young soldier's shoulder and he turned away.

“ Rest, soldier, I'll take care of this.”

Ashley looked under her cap at the man who had just appeared.

“ Yes, Captain .”  replied the other lowering his weapon.

The Captain's brown eyes bore into her and a shiver ran through the woman's body.

“ I thought the DSO didn't give a shit about agents in distress.”

Ashley clenched her fists and stepped forward, standing barely three feet away from the man.

“ I'm not from the DSO.”

The female voice didn't seem to surprise the Captain, but her words did.

“ Who are you then?”

Ashley took a breath and removed her cap, letting her blonde hair flutter in the breeze and her golden eyes look feline in the darkness.

“ I'm Ashley Graham. I've come for Leon Kennedy.”

**

The wood crackled in the flames, which caressed the boards delicately. Smoke rose slowly from the soup. One hand moved the bowl away from the fire and slid to the bench where another figure rested. He held out the metal cup to the guest, then sat down beside her.

“ I thought nothing could surprise me anymore and the president's daughter shows up in the middle of nowhere to rescue a secret agent.”  a deep chuckle emerged from the burly man's throat.

“ Sorry to just show up like this, Captain Redfield.”  replied the woman next to him, taking a sip of soup. 

“ Call me Chris. Tell me Ashley, when did you find out about Leon?”

“ Ten hours ago.”

A faint chuckle made Ashley look at him.

“ I have to admit, at least you don't lack courage.”  He paused to look at her. “ Almost 7 months ago you were running away from here and you come back to look for Leon in the same place. “

“ I owe him.”  she whispered.

“ It was his job to get you out of there, it wasn't a favor.”

“ It's also not a favor that you're digging a hole in the mountain to get him out?”

 Chris laughed.

“ Touché.”

They were silent for a few moments and Ashley whispered looking at the ground.

“ Any news about him?”

Chris looked sideways at her, seeing the concern in her eyes, but could only sigh.

“ We lost contact in the collapse. His radio is broken and we think he has fallen to a deeper area, because even our radar can't detect him.”  He paused thoughtfully, but was perfectly frank. “ He has been without food and water for three days. A day ago we heard a rumble, we don't know if it was a gunshot or an explosion. The only way we know if he's still alive is to go down there.”

“ Is there another entrance?”

“ We found a tunnel on the other side of the hill but it had no way out and we had to rope out the soldier who went in, even though he is the smallest of us all.”

“ I see.”  whispered Ashley with a static cup.

Chris watched her, seeing how her fingers trembled imperceptibly, but the captain had a good eye.

“ You must really care about Leon to come across the Atlantic as soon as you heard about it.”

Graham's full lips smiled.

“ He saved my life and when he could have let me die and saved himself, he did not. Even during quarantine he took care of me. He is an important person to me.”  she looked sideways at the brown-haired man. “ And you? I thought the DSO and the BSAA didn't usually mix.”

Chris smiled.

“ Thanks to Leon, the relationship between the two departments has improved. “ He paused, looking at the flames. “ He helped my sister in Raccoon City and they survived. Claire told me about him and then I met him. I don't want to let a man who helped my only family die. I owe him.”

They both fell silent, drinking what was supposed to be dinner. A howl was heard in the distance and Ashley raised her eyes slightly tense. Chris sensed it and saw how she seemed to...smell the air? it seemed a bit odd behavior, but he decided not to bring it up. he wasn't one to ask.

He looked at the watch on his wrist and cleared his throat, getting up.

“ I recommend you rest for a while, it's going to be dawn in five hours.”  he turned to her. “ Do you have any plans?”

 Ashley shrugged her shoulders.

“ Sort of.”  she answered a little shyly.

Chris looked at her and she felt ashamed of what he might think, but was surprised.

“ That's better than nothing. We don't have beds here, nor many tents so....”

“ I brought my bed.”

The man saw her pull out a compact sleeping bag in the backpack and couldn't help but be surprised.

“ Wow, well... in my tent there's room for one more if you want to sleep there.”  He pointed to the camp behind them and Ashley nodded without complaint, grateful for the dinner.

Chris couldn't help but watch her enter through the gap in her little tent.

He wasn't going to deny it, he thought she would make some complaint at the discomfort of sleeping on the ground or sharing a tent with another man. For a woman who had lived in comforts, she had learned to adapt to her surroundings quickly.

She looked at the flames for a few more seconds.

Well, after all, an experience like his, Leon's and Ashley's were things that made people change.

When you were grateful for the simple fact that you could keep breathing, the rest became much more banal.

**

“ This is the last area we investigated.”

The group of four approached a small cliff and the two soldiers pushed aside the bushes that covered a small entrance to a tunnel.

“ There is no way out.”  The soldier who interrogated her the night before told her.

Ashley looked into the hole and took a step to kneel at the entrance. She stuck her head in slightly and inhaled deeply.

It didn't even smell like damp earth, that hole had been closed long before the collapse. 

She stood up, shaking out of her hiking pants, and looked up at the end of the hillside and the route they had taken to get there, barely half a kilometer from the camp.

“ Have you got anything from Leon?”  the blonde then asked.

Chris blinked in confusion.

“ Anything?”

“ A T-shirt, a cloth... something he's used or touched.”

The captain held the gun thoughtfully and then turned away.

“ I got his jacket back at camp, it was the only thing we pulled out of the debris at the entrance, but there was no blood on it so we figured he managed to avoid being crushed.” 

Ashley followed him down the mountain, starting to feel the first rays of sunlight caress her skin.

They returned to the tents and Chris pulled out a torn and dusty brown leather jacket. Ashley took the garment in her hands holding her breath and glanced sideways at Chris, then headed for the entrance to the collapsed cave. Chris followed closely behind her and found it curious that she was looking for a more hidden area of the camp. He gave her some space and when she stopped he saw her bring her jacket up to her face.

He stood static...was she smelling the jacket?

He watched her carefully. She pulled the garment away and stared at the ground for a few seconds and then inhaled it again.

She filled her lungs with the scent.

She tried to identify and memorize every nuance. The natural smell of his skin, the sweat, the dust, the scent of the lining where she perceived the coconut shampoo...

Everything.

She made a list of everything she could perceive in the garment and pulled it away.

She inhaled again and removed it again.

She repeated the process several times until she was static with her eyes closed.

She handed the jacket back to Chris and stood still in the direction of the mountain.

She took a deep breath once.

She exhaled.

Inhaled again.

Sighed.

A breeze moved the branches gently.

She breathed...and her eyes snapped open.

She slung her pack over her shoulder and Chris called the other two men from earlier to start walking after her.

She climbed up hidden trails that even Chris hadn't seen, passing between overturned logs and downed fences. The cursed town where Ashley and Leon came from was supposed to be on the other side of the mountain.

They followed her through the forest, stopping when she stopped to sniff the air and change direction.

The captain couldn't help but feel quizzical. She looked like a bloodhound searching for its prey.

The breeze subtly changed direction and Ashley paused for a few seconds.

She analyzed the direction of the wind and adjusted her course, now up the mountain.

They walked for quite a while, moving well away from the camp and the perimeter they had been investigating for more tunnels.

They didn't question anything, just followed her.

“ Was the cave-in caused by something?” Ashley asked suddenly.

“ There was a mild earthquake just before.”

“ Hmm…” she muttered stopping and starting to look at the ground as if trying to look for some kind of crack.

The scent was faint but as she got closer she was more certain it was Leon's scent.

But her concern was only compounded when she began to smell the iron scent of blood. Her heart shrank. The jacket was clean, so it had to have been in the fall Chris had mentioned to her, where Leon's radio and cell phone were knocked out of commission.

She just hoped it wasn't serious. 

She was close, knelt to the ground to push a log and the soldiers helped her. They discovered a wide crack at the roots of the tree. She peered in and the smell came more distinctly.

“ The terrain around the village is full of mine tunnels, this crack might lead me to one of them.”

Chris arched an eyebrow.

“Are you sure?”

Ashley thought for a second.

“ Pretty sure.”

“ Works for me.”

The captain put the gun down and reached into one of the soldiers' backpacks to pull out a new radio, water, some dry food, and first aid.

Ashley hurried to pull out her climbing harness and secure it to her waist and legs. She clipped on all the rings and tied off the ropes.

“ Here, keep me informed. If you can't go forward pull the rope twice. Don't force yourself, if you get stuck we're going to be in serious trouble.”

She nodded and strapped the radio to the thin tactical vest he gave her along with the meds and a bag with a few supplies that she tied onto her harness. Chris grabbed the rope Ashley was tied to and she planted herself at the edge of the crevasse. She reached into the magnesium she was carrying in a small bag and clapped her hands together to spread it out.

“ Here.”  Chris's voice made her look up and she stood static as he held out a weapon.

The young woman stood stunned, her orbs riveted on the cold form of the pistol, almost small in the captain's palm.

She hesitated for a few seconds before reaching out and hesitantly taking hold of the hilt.

Chris saw her shiver for a moment and stepped closer.

“ This is the safety, only when in this position will you be able to fire.” He nimbly pulled out the magazine to show her the bullets. “ Ten shots and one in the chamber, remember.”  He put the magazine back in and looked at her firmly. “ Aim a little lower than the front sight and hold it hard on the recoil.

Ashley nodded holding the gun, feeling the cold weight of the metal object like a sack of cement.

“ I hope you don't have to use it.” he whispered, resting a hand on her shoulder. Ashley looked at him deeply.

“ Even if I saw Leon use a lot of guns, the only thing I was capable of doing was refilling the magazines when he was resting.” A sad smile tugged at her lips, aware of how much he still had left.

She gripped the hilt tightly.

She didn't like guns, but it was stupid not to know how to handle one in the situation she was in.

She looked down the barrel for a few seconds.

There was no room for doubt. She couldn't hesitate. She had to get over herself if she wanted to help someone.

She had to know how to take care of herself first before she wanted to rescue anyone.

Her heart was racing.

Her blood was rushing violently through her veins.

She took a deep breath.

“ Hey.” she opened her eyes to meet Chris's brown ones. “ I'm counting on you, good luck.”

Those words gave her the boost of motivation she needed and she nodded before descending.

The crack was narrowing as it went down, but the smell was getting stronger and stronger. She made sure the leg loop was still securely fastened and would not break from friction. The clinking of the safety rings on her harness was the only sound that accompanied her on the descent.

She reached a point where she felt the stone wall against her back and decided that she could only keep going upside down.

She maneuvered until she felt the blood rush to her head and continued down.

The air was cleaner down below, not as thick and damp as the walls around her.

Her body burned and she felt the anguish fill her more and more as she had to force herself to slide between the rock. The headlamp emitted a faint buzzing sound that made her breathing difficult.

She hadn't been in a situation like this since...since....

The shadows in her mind began to creep, dragging her back to those moments when she felt only helpless and terrified.

Dragged by madmen and attacked by monsters.

Her breathing became agitated and her head began to spin from the time she had been upside down.

She clenched her hands and teeth trying not to fall into the dark pit of her mind. 

NO.

React. Get your shit together.

She wasn't there. Not anymore. She opened her eyes and took a breath.

"Breathe, princess."

There was always a way back.

She tensed her muscles and crawled down the crevice with cold sweat running down her back.

It was almost over, just a little push....

Her torso emerged a tunnel wider. She grabbed some ceiling ledges with her fingers and pushed with her legs to hang down. She glimpsed the floor and when she saw it was safe she let go.

The echo reverberated off the walls and then everything went limp again.

Ashley caught her breath and pressed the talkie button on her shoulder.

“ Captain, do you copy?”

The background noise of the radio sounded unanswered.

“ Loud and clear.”

She sighed in relief.

“ I've reached a tunnel, I'm going ahead.”

“ Be careful, I'm sending the water.”

“ Roger that.”

She waited a while and three metal bottles slid down the safety rope. She released them and tied them to her harness.

She took another breath of air and started to walk cautiously.

The smell of blood and sweat was more intense. The trail was clear enough, but the anguish only grew stronger as the smell intensified. She advanced slowly but surely, passing through narrow corridors and damp walls. She didn't smell the mine rails, so she imagined the main mines were much farther away.

He gave new signals to Chris to let him know she was all right and came to a junction. She stopped and closed her eyes inhaling gently.

She continued to the left.

Time seemed to stand still and the echo of her footsteps and rings enveloped her as if she were in another world, one asleep underground.

That place seemed to have been dormant for centuries, the soft patter of falling drops and the bare stone beneath her fingers, cold and damp.

It seemed inert, but at the same time alive, as if she was walking through the entrails of a creature that held the deepest secrets of the earth.

She climbed a small ridge and came upon dry earth, something that puzzled her.

She lifted her head and saw rocks scattered all along the corridor, reaching what appeared to have been the hole through which they had fallen, but which they now firmly blocked.

She sniffed and a shiver ran through her body.

The smell of dried blood.

On impulse she reached her hand to the cold metal of the gun and took it carefully. She ran her finger over the safety but without removing it.

She moved forward carefully illuminating and pushing aside some loose rocks until she saw it.

A trail of blood.

Her heart leapt up her throat and she watched the drops continue down the tunnel.

Here he had fallen. It was so deep, he had to be hurt after plunging all the way down that grotto.

She looked at the stain and saw bits of metal and plastic.

Remnants of the radio, what looked like a cell phone screen and strips of cloth.

She saw the disturbed dry earth and then some footprints.

She followed them, sensing the strange distance between one step and the next, one clean and the other a sinuous line.

He was lame. Terribly lame to drag his leg like that.

“ Chris.”  her voice was nervous. “ I found a trail, looks like he fell here, I'm going to follow the tracks.”

“ Copy that.”  there was a brief pause. “ What do you see?”

“ He's wounded, there's blood and…”

“¿And?”

“ I think he has a broken leg.”

She heard a curse under his breath.

“ Keep me posted, I'll see what I can do.”

Ashley affirmed and hung up.

With her heart in her throat she followed the footprints and drops of blood, though she didn't need to see them to know which way he'd gone.

It looked like he had been looking for another exit.

She came to another intersection and saw the stained wall. Leon appeared to have sat down to tend to his leg. The dirt on the floor was flattened with a more extended silhouette where she saw remnants of strips of cloth and some bloodstains.

She continued on to the right and didn't know how much longer she walked until she came upon a large area of flattened and churned up dirt.

He had fallen and seemed to have stayed there for a long time before getting up again, now the steps shorter and more irregular, as if he were staggering.

She didn't like that.

She didn't like it one bit.

She looked at the clock and saw that she had been walking down there for three hours. With a broken leg, Leon would have walked for twice as many hours and it seems that at some point he fell or lost consciousness, who knows for how long.

The smell was stronger and somewhat more alarming overtones were beginning to come through.

Her hand trembled on the gun and the chills only became more pronounced as she walked down a ledge. She looked to the bottom and saw a light.

With her heart in a fist she hurried over.

She heard a sharp, almost agonizing gasp and felt tears wet her eyes.

She turned towards the light.

“ Leon is-?”

She heard a click and found a gun pointed at her. 

The gun trembled but the man holding it looked at her like a predator.

“ Who's there?”  his voice broke, dry and almost a guttural growl.

His whole body was shaking violently, sweat dripping down his ashen brown locks, dirt mixed with blood all over his torn and tattered clothes. His face, streaked with scarlet and dust, was distorted with pain and his blue eyes, darkened and injected with blood, were surrounded by deep circles under his eyes and bruises.

She almost didn't recognize him.

Sprawled against the wall, his broken leg outstretched and holding his ribs.

She saw cuts and abrasions all over his body and his ragged hair reddened completely on one side. The soaked T-shirt, was stuck to his body, now noticeably skinnier.

He was totally consumed.

Ashley held up her hands holding back tears.

“ It's me...Leon…” her voice trembled.

He frowned as if he struggled to understand her words or ached at the sound and echo of her voice.

His shadowed gaze beneath his bangs watched her.

“ A...Ada?”  She froze, didn't he recognize her? “ Is that you?”  she saw him widen his eyes and then growl mockingly. “ no...what the hell are you...Ne-” he coughed and roared in pain. “you'd never... come to a place like this…”

He stared at her for a while longer and blinked several times as if focusing his eyes. He was breathing violently, panting and his gun wavered.

Ashley took a step towards him and crouched down to face him, he followed her with the gun and then gave her arched eyebrow.

“ As... Ashley?”

She smiled with tears streaming down her cheeks and watched him lower the gun as if his arm had gone limp. His head lurched and Ashley rushed to his side to hold him.

“ My God Leon…” she sobbed.

The man grunted at her words, hammering in his ears and he felt a hand on his forehead. Ashley froze as she noticed the fever, so much so that she still wondered how he was still conscious.

She picked up the talkie.

“ Chris, I found him, he's...he's…” her voice cracked, wiping dirt from the man's face with her hand.

Focus. He needs your help.

“ How is he?”  she heard the anguish in Chris's voice.

“ He's very bad. He has a high fever, his leg is broken, I think some of his ribs are broken, and he can't move his right shoulder.” She lowered her eyes to the wounds all over his body. “ I think he has infected cuts and has lost blood from a head wound.” she took a breath trying to calm down. “ I'm going to stabilize him first and see what else he has.”

“ Thank God. Did you find a way out?”

“ No, but I think Leon was going in a possible direction. I'll look for one when I've taken care of him.”

“ Okay, I'm going to contact a rescue team. Good job.”

Ashley felt joy wash over her, but was soon snapped back to reality when Leon didn't respond.

“ Leon, Leon, please look at me.”  She laid him down with extreme gentleness. She removed her harness and bags to take off her sweater and place it behind the agent's head. The latter grunted and opened his cloudy eyes.

He was conscious, for now.

She picked up one of the bottles and unscrewed the cap. She knelt down beside him and subtly raised his head against her thigh.

“ Drink a bit, come on…” she brought the metal to his lips and he was slow to react. “ Come on Leon, drink, please…” he understood her plea and opened his mouth and let Ashley give him some water. With a desperate grunt he tried to drink more, but she stopped him forcefully.

“ Shhh... slowly, slowly…” she soothed him gently and gave him soft sips. Leon let himself do it and swallowed slowly feeling his arid throat hydrate again, letting out an anguished moan.

“ That's it.”  she whispered brushing his locks away from his face.

She pulled out a small bag of anti-inflammatories and painkillers and gave him one of each with a gulp causing him to grunt at the sensation of something solid passing through his esophagus.

She put the bottle away, then would give him more, and laid him back down.

She had to examine him and clean his wounds while the medicine brought his fever down.

She started with the broken leg. Leon had strapped the knife and sheath to his leg with straps from his torn pants in order to relieve the pressure when he walked. It was badly swollen and would probably need surgery, but it looked like the knee had been unharmed.  She dragged a rock to put his leg up a little higher so that the swelling would go down a little. That would also help the dizziness.

She moved on to his torso and saw that it was where he had the most injuries. She watched his chest rise and fall in agitation and bit her lip.

“ Forgive me Leon.”  she apologized before slipping her hands under his shirt and gently lifting it up. It took her a while, having to lift him up by hand to get the garment off his back. She extracted first his healthy arm, then his head and finally the dislocated shoulder. She unscrewed a small isothermal blanket Chris had given her, to keep the warmth in and keep the lacerations from getting any more dirty. 

She stifled a scream.

Some of the cuts were very ugly, swollen and infected. His whole right side was a bruise and she understood that he had broken his fall that way and hence the dislocated shoulder and broken ribs. A miracle he hadn't broken his arm the collarbone.

He grunted in pain when she moved it, but didn't have the strength to resist.

Ashley pulled some cloths out of the trouser pocket and grabbed a bottle. She took a breath and began to wipe all over Leon's skin. He roared in pain as she squeezed at the ugliest cuts to get the gunk out, but she had to do it even if it hurt to hear him.

“ Stop..." he moaned in a plea.

Ashley looked up at him with a broken heart and caressed his face watching those sapphire irises look at her in silent prayer.

“ I'm sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me Leon, but I have to get this infection out.” It seemed that the painkiller was beginning to take effect because she sensed him tending to her. “ Can you hold on for me, sweetheart?”  she smiled sweetly at him, coining the same nicknames he had given her some time ago.

She watched him process her words and then toss his head to the side in a silent "yes".

Ashley proceeded with the cleaning, trying to be as gentle as possible, but she knew it hurt, even if Leon now grunted holding back howls, occasionally moaning in desperation.

His complexion was pale. She was running her fingers over her burning, sweaty skin when she heard the man's husky voice.

“ Are you re... al?”

She turned to look at him, seeing his breathing somewhat calmer now that he wasn't in so much pain.

“ Yes, I've come for you.”  She smiled at him pulling out a suture box.

One of the metal bottles fell causing the echo to reverberate off the walls and Leon tensed violently. His eyes widened and he grabbed the gun again causing her to startle.

“ I'll blow your fucking head off if you try!”  he roared into the darkness and then coughed and gasped in pain.

“ Leon, don't get up, you're hurt! - she held him by the shoulders.

“ You're dead Birkin.”  he growled menacingly.

Ashley looked in the direction the man was pointing and saw only the darkness of the tunnel. She took his face in her hands.

“ Leon! Leon, look at me. There's no one, it's just you and me.”

He turned around perplexed as if he was seeing her for the first time.

“ Ashley? what are you doing here? how did you escape from Salazar?”  He tried to pull himself upright only to groan in pain so that she had to hold him so he wouldn't fall.

Tears spilled from her amber orbs, hurt to see him like this.

“ Leon, it's okay, Salazar is gone, none of them, just you and me.”

He blinked lying down.

“You and me?”

She nodded with her hand on his cheek.

“ I have to stitch up your most serious wounds, can you hold on?”

Leon's eyes clouded over for several seconds and he didn't respond. She decided to give him some more water and let him rest. He was not unconscious, but the sudden movement and screaming had made him too dizzy.

Ashley prepared the needle and started with the deeper cuts, which had gotten him to draw clean blood again. She heard him hiss as she sank the needle in and put in a few stitches before covering it with gauze. Several tears were not as deep, so she put approximation strips on them and then covered them.

It took time.

Ashley tended to each and every wound. She whispered sweet words to him to calm him and find out if he was still conscious. Her hands ended up stained scarlet, but for some reason her mind didn't block, was it because all her attention was on Leon? Was that how he felt when he ended up bathed in blood for protecting her from the Ganados?

Whatever it was it seemed to be helping her, so it was welcome.

She wanted to die of embarrassment when she loosened his belt so she could see if he had any more leg injuries. She felt terrible when she left him in his underwear with his pants at his knees. She watched him cringe as she slid her fingers down his thighs. She cleaned off the dirt and covered the abrasions she could see and then half-dressed him again.

Now only his head was left, but she waited a bit. Leon's breathing had subtly calmed and he seemed to have stopped sweating so much. She patted the T-shirt she had laid aside and saw that it had been able to dry somewhat. It was tattered, but it would give him some warmth and keep the patches in place. She picked up the headlamp and knelt behind Leon to raise his head a little.

“ Am I hurting you?”  she whispered, resting the crown of her head on her thighs. He made a simple sound of denial. Ashley picked up another of the cloths and poured some water on Leon's hair starting to get the dirt and dried blood out of it.

She felt the cool liquid on her hands and heard him hiss stingingly as she touched the wound. She sighed in relief to see that it was not a very deep gash, but she had to put a few stitches in, so she cleaned it until it bled again and the skin was pink.

“ Ashley, do you read me?”

The voice startled Leon, who leaned on his healthy elbow with the intention of getting up.

Ashley exclaimed, clutching him tightly.

“ No! Leon, stop!” she managed to stop him by pulling him back against her and hugging him.

“ We have to get out Ashley... the lickers... they hear you breathing, we have to leave before-”

Hands full of band-aids wrapped around his jaw. Ashley made him raise his eyes to hers, looking at those tired, reddened sapphires.

“ Please Leon... it's okay... there are no”  she didn't even know what they were “ lickers... I want you to stay still and let me help you, please…” she asked him already in a desperate plea.

Leon looked at her for a few seconds and there was something in him that simply took control of his body. Tiredness and paranoia could no longer pull him.

He couldn't hold on anymore.

He leaned against her between her legs, resting his back against her torso and dropping his head against her collarbone.

Ashley leaned against the wall and hugged him in her lap.

“ We're fine, they're not coming, relax, rest.”  she whispered reaching for the talkie and lowering the volume to whisper. “ I'm here Chris.”

“ I've managed to contact the rescue team, but it's going to take time to get the helicopter ready and find us, how is he doing?”

Ashley looked down, resting her cheek against the agent's hair and tangled her fingers in the locks at his nape, hearing him sigh heavily.

“ A little better. The painkiller is working, but he still has a fever, what do I do?”

“ Is he stable?”

She watched him, trying to keep him warm with her body.

“ I think he is.”

“ Good, keep him hydrated and as soon as you see you can move him try to find a way out.”

“ Roger that.”

She unconsciously left the talkie leaning against the side, not realizing the line was still open.

She stretched out her arm as best she could to reach the T-shirt and reached for it with her fingertips.

“ I'm going to put your shirt on, tell me if I hurt you.”  she whispered, folding the garment. 

She reversed the order in which she had taken it off and tried to be as gentle as possible. Leon just made some incoherent sound and lay still in the woman's arms. It was then that Ashley noticed his wrist and saw the bracelet.

She couldn't believe he was still wearing it. She reached out and caressed the scarlet stone with her fingertips, oblivious to the half-open eyes watching the action.

“ I made...a...pro.... mise.”  Leon mumbled in his confusion, concentrating on creating a coherent sentence. Ashley was surprised. “ I...can't...lose...she'll kill me if I do.”

The blonde smiled.

“ You'll have to get out of here so you can give it to her then.”

He took a few seconds to respond, his mind still foggy.

“ Yes... it's been a while since... I've heard from her.”  He moved his hand and intertwined his fingers with Ashley's. “ I...hurt her...and I hope...she's forgotten me…”

A lump formed in the woman's throat.

“ I don't think she has.” She looked down at their joined hands and her heart raced violently.

“ She should,... with me... she only shares... nightmares.”

A silent tear ventured down her cheek, making her hold back, with effort, the tremor in her voice.

“ Then come back to create new memories and return the bracelet to her.”

This time she heard a soft chuckle, barely a vibration in his husky voice, feeling his head heavy against her chest.

“ I'd...like...to...hear....her melody...again…”

His fingers stilled and Ashley sensed the man's body relax a little now that the fever was starting to drop and the painkillers were starting to ease the pain. He could finally get some rest.

Ashley took his pulse to make sure and calmed down as she felt it become more regular, though still a bit accelerated.

She stroked his hair gently.

Even if she still had to find a way out she felt... good. For the first time she had been able to help Leon, this time for real.

But she felt a small pang as she remembered that name. Ada. the first thing that had come from his lips when he had seen her. Maybe it had been the fever and he had confused her, but... she couldn't help but remember. It might have been the woman she saw on the island, the one in the red dress, the one Leon said represented a part of him.

What part was that?

She shook her head trying to push those thoughts away, but she couldn't, she felt it invade her mind like flames in a wildfire.

She felt his hand being clutched tightly and heard her name leave the man's lips.

“ Shh, I'm here... don't worry, rest.” she whispered gently and decided to help him a little.

She parted her lips to sing a soft melody, her mother's melody, the same one she sang in her sleep in Spain and during her quarantine.

Leon opened his eyes when he heard the notes and felt a pleasant calm rocking him, beginning to feel his eyelids terribly heavy.

In the camp a chant echoed over the talkie and Chris turned around leaving the gun against the campfire seat. A soldier approached to notify him of something, but he held up his hand to keep him from speaking.

The rest moved closer as they heard the tune and all listened quietly. At some point they closed their eyes.

Something in them stirred, a strange feeling of melancholy and calm. Remembering what they were, what they did, but something in that voice made them feel accompanied, as if they were embraced in its mantle.

A warm flame that caressed their battered hearts.

So they simply let themselves be filled by the sweet voice of that little angel. 

**

She parted her eyelids as a tingle ran down her back. She felt a shiver and opened her eyes wide. A soft breath caressed the skin on her neck and she lowered her amber eyes to see Leon nestled in the hollow of her collarbone. In their fingers, still intertwined, she could tell he was trembling less. She rested her lips on the agent's forehead and was glad to see that he was no longer so warm.

Still he would be in danger if he was not attended soon.

Very carefully she grabbed Leon and laid him back down, hearing him grunt subtly.

She looked at the time. They had been asleep for two hours and she quickly picked up the talkie.

“ Chris, are you there?”

A few seconds of silence.

“ Hallelujah, I was starting to get worried.”

Ashley couldn't help but smile at the captain's tone.

“ Has the team arrived?”

“ They're on their way, I don't think they'll be long, status?”

She knelt down next to Leon and stroked his cheek.

“ He's managed to get some sleep. His fever is down, but he still has a temperature. It looks like the painkiller is still kicking in so I'm going to see if I can find a way out.”

“ Okay, we're not going to be able to track your location until you get to a shallower area.”

“ Okay.”

“ I'll call you when they get there.”

Ashley affirmed and started putting on all the gear. She was thankful she had brought a second harness and carefully put it on the Leon. She was going to carry him, she had no other way to bring him, he was in a semi-conscious state and not able to walk.

“ Leon.”  she called him holding him by the jaw. “ Leon, can you hear me?” she received a grunt in response. “ I need you to help me a little, come on.” She pulled him to a sitting position so she could place the ropes around his body. She put his healthy arm over his shoulders to lift him up and stand in front of him. Leon held on for a few seconds before dropping onto Ashley's back. She pulled the ropes set with the harness rings so that they acted as a pulley and lifted him up. She positioned the man behind her, letting him rest his head on her neck. She tied his arms in front of her to keep him from falling and clutched him at her waist so that even though she would not hold his thighs, he would be clinging to her. She surprised herself at the ease with which she was able to carry him. Yes, he had lost weight, but it should still cost her more to be able to lift him. Had she gained more strength aside from her sense of smell?

She shook her head. Now was not the time.

After picking up and putting everything in order she used Leon's flashlight to save the batteries of hers in case they ran out of light.

She took a deep breath and started walking down the dark tunnel.

The footsteps and her gasps echoed off the walls, producing a reverberation that disappeared with the pattering of water droplets.

Ashley sniffed the air and sensed more moisture. The walls were wet and the temperature had dropped as they descended.

That area was new, she couldn't remember being in any tunnel this damp.

She held Leon tightly as she descended a small slope and then the path steepened. She felt Leon's faint agitated breath on her neck.

He was on the edge, his body had collapsed and he was no longer able to stay conscious.

She had to hurry. 

She felt... strange, as if this place was stirring up instincts inside her that she was not used to having, but that at the same time felt familiar. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her body was burning, whether from her own nerves or Leon's fever, she didn't know.

She inhaled deeply and stood still. She smelled a familiar scent, and instead of being relieved, she was alarmed.

She climbed a ledge grunting at Leon's weight, feeling her hands scream in pain.

But she held on, because he needed her.

She crawled uphill and reached the mouth of the tunnel.

She violently covered her mouth and nose trying to hold back the gagging but to no avail. She knelt down and emptied her stomach with tears in her eyes.

“ It's... the... waste... chute?”  she heard a faint voice in her ear.

Ashley turned, but saw him with his eyes closed. The smell was so strong that even Leon had felt it in his condition.

And just as he had said it smelled exactly like the waste chute.

She had to squeeze through a crevice to keep moving and on the other side the flashlight illuminated a new nightmare.

Bones everywhere, dried and decomposed bodies.

Dogs, cows, sheep... and humans.

Ashley thought to herself and pulled the gun slowly sliding closer to the wall.

Those bodies had been there for a long time, maybe even earlier than when she and Leon were in Spain.

She took another step and something crunched. She took quick aim with her heart in her throat.

She had cracked an old bone.

She let the air out and raised the flashlight to the room. 

Think Ashley, now is not the time to panic.

Those bodies had been brought in from the outside so there had to be a way through, if the earthquake hadn't closed it.

“ The se...sewers...not...safe... " she heard a growl in her ear and felt Leon tremble.

Ashley arched an eyebrow, sewers? she slung her sweatshirt over his shoulders and illuminated the walls.

Maybe by sewers he meant the ones in Raccoon City...though he also fell into the sewer at Salazar's castle. She sighed brushing aside a few strands of his hair with the back of her hand.

He was living it all over again.

Just as it had happened to her when she was feverish in quarantine.

The shadows become the monsters they thought were dead and the silence voices that whispered like vipers.

“ Hold on Leon, I'll get you out of here.”  she told him decisively.

She lifted him gently and crossed that cemetery.

She looked around every corner, shone a light in every direction to see if she could find a hole that would lead them to the outside, but she had the feeling that they had been thrown from a well or something similar. If so her option would be to follow the water to find a way out.

Light reflected off the wet surfaces as they advanced.

She ascended another slope and stepped over several bodies holding her breath. She sniffed the air and followed the scent of clean water until she reached a small subway channel.

She stepped into the water as she could no longer walk on land and was glad it was crystal clear and she could see her feet.

She saw her boots and looked at the bottom.

Wait a minute.

Her blood stopped circulating as she focused on the silhouette on the stone in the bottom.

A Plaga.

She held her breath and looked up at the ceiling of the cavern noticing embedded and eroded fossils. 

They all seemed to be twisted or dismembered, as if they had been butchered before being buried in so much sediment.

And that was what worried her.

The mines from which the villagers dug the plagas were much higher up.

For there to be fossils in that state at that depth... it meant that the plagas had been there much longer than they had thought, even before Salazar's ancestor, who sealed the parasites away.

That was not good, not good at all.

They seemed to be dead, maybe that was the reason they decided to dig into upper layers.

Ashley swallowed saliva feeling the cold sweat slide down her back.

With a shaking hand she stepped deeper into the water and Leon grunted as he felt the cold on his broken leg, but it would do him good for the swelling.

Ashley's legs moved on their own, trying to escape from that cavern of nightmares.

Her mind shuffled through the options of whether to report it or not. After all, the fewer people who knew about it... but maybe she should tell Chris?

She followed her nose unconsciously, guiding herself through that maze of caves and tunnels.

She had to admit that if any of Chris's team had gone down there they probably would have gotten lost.

Even if it gave her a headache at times she was grateful for her skill.

Deep in thought a whisper reached her ears. What?

“What did you say?”  she asked him to repeat.

“... fall... wa... ter... fall…”

She arched her eyebrows. A waterfall? where? she smelled the clean water, but didn't hear the roar. had Leon been following the sound of the water all that time? she kept walking with the water around her waist and as she went on she began to hear the roar of the current hitting the rock.

She clutched the stone so that the force of the flood would not sweep her away. It was not strong, but she did not know what a fall there was. She climbed up a rock and peeked her head out to see the distance and happiness filled her when she saw that it was only a few meters. She uncoiled the rope she had left and looked for a ledge to tie it to. She found one in the shape of a fang and made a special slip knot.

She secured it to the harness buckles and began to descend gently.

She swung as little as possible and breathed again when she hit the bottom.

She shook the rope and it released.

She inhaled deeply, sensing the grass and dry earth.

They were close.

Her heart raced and she walked in the direction of the scents without further thought, reaching the end of the canal and watching the water disappear down a flooded tunnel. She saw the sunlight reflecting under the water, confirming a possible way out.

But they had to dive.

Ashley knelt down and released Leon, letting him lean against the wall.

She looked at him worriedly and stroked his cheek gently.

“ Leon, can you hear me?”  she saw his eyelids twitch and insisted. “ Come on, sleeping beauty, say something to me.”  she whispered.

He hesitated, but opened his eyes, looking at her with clouded sapphire orbs.

“ Are... they... gone?”  his voice was raspy.

“ Yes, we're on the way out, but I need to ask you something.”

Leon faltered for a second, but Ashley cupped his face to look at her.

“ I want you to take a deep breath and hold it.”

It took the agent a few seconds to understand, but when Ashley showed him what she wanted him to do he mimicked her.

He started coughing violently as soon as he filled his lungs.

“ Shh, not so much, easy... just as far as you can, don't force yourself.”  she showed him how again and this time he seemed to understand, not forcing his ribs so much.

He held on for three seconds.

Ashley laid him back down again and went into the water sinking under it to see the length of the tunnel.

She just hoped she could make it in three seconds to the other side.

She climbed out taking a breath and approached Leon. She stuffed the gun, tracker and talkie into a watertight bag and got to work.

She dragged Leon slowly putting him in the water and hearing him curse for the first time in the whole trip.

She held him in the water and approached the tunnel. She turned to him and thought she saw him look a little more awake.

“ As we have done before, take a deep breath.” they both inhaled gently “ exhaled”  emptied their lungs. “ Breathe deeply.”  took a breath. “ hold it.”

She quickly dived into the water and pulled Leon with her. She grabbed the rock and pushed forward as fast as she could.

She wouldn't make it in three seconds.

She sensed a choking sound and saw bubbles coming out of Leon's mouth as he twisted around unable to catch his breath.

FUCK.

Come on.

COME ON!

COME ON!!!

She pulled his head out and used all her strength to lift him above the water.

She heard him spit coughing and gasping for breath amidst the rasping and groans of pain.

She held him in anguish, feeling guilty that she had been the cause of the pain.

But he was alive.

And they had gotten out.

The tracker should work now.

She carried him back on her back and trudged among the rocks until she reached where it merged with another river. She didn't know where she was. That hole was terribly hidden so she moved on to an area with better visibility.

The sun shone brightly as she pulled the talkie out of the bag and continued up the hill.

“ Chris, can you hear me?”

“ Ashley! We're on our way!”

Almost instantly she heard the rumble of propellers. She looked up into the sky and a helicopter appeared in her field of vision. Two people jumped through the ropes with a stretcher and she walked over to them. Chris ran towards it and went pale when he saw Leon totally unconscious, in a deplorable state.

“ Oh my God.”  he whispered helping Ashley lay him down on the stretcher.

The rescue team secured the agent on the board and proceeded to lift him into the cabin. Ashley watched as they carried him away feeling the cold creep into her bones like glass.

Hurry please…

They did not move.

She and Chris watched the helicopter disappear over the horizon toward the nearest hospital. The captain turned to the young woman and saw that she was shivering, he didn't know if from the adrenaline or the cold.

Ashley felt a strong arm around her shoulders and looked up to meet a pair of brown eyes.

“ Let's go back to camp, you'll freeze.”  She had hesitated for a second and then felt speechless, still a little shocked. “ You've done well. Good job.”

Those bright amber eyes were fixed on him like fire and it was then that he began to understand many things about her.

What those two had been through in that place had brought them together in an almost irrational way. Enough so that she would not have hesitated to cross the Atlantic in hours. He understood why Leon clutched that bracelet before entering that cave, telling him how important it was.

Everything Ashley represented to him and Leon to her.

“ What... are we going to do now?”  she whispered walking beside Chris.

The captain watched her for a moment and then raised his eyes to the sky.

“ For now, send you back home. Tomorrow you can get on one of the cargo planes going to London, there you will catch a plane home. I'll accompany you to England but Hunnigan will take over from there.”

“ What about Leon?" she questioned worriedly.

“ After I leave you in London I will return for him, he will probably be in hospital for a few days. When he stabilizes I will take him back.”

Ashley was silent and simply nodded.

And so it was.

The drive back was long, but for some reason it was the fuzziest thing in her memory, as if her legs had just walked where they sent her.

Chris had dressed her in BSAA clothes so that she would go unnoticed and just as he said he accompanied her to London.

Now, sitting on the side of the military plane, staring blankly at the garment in her hands.

That worn leather jacket.

She stroked the lapel self-absorbed and just waited.

She waited until she arrived in Boston with a shattered body almost five days after leaving.

She waited for Maria to come for her and listened to her lecture on the way home, but didn't take in a word.

She waited for the bathtub to fill with hot water while outside the night loomed like a cloak.

She waited for her puppies to collapse from exhaustion and the excitement of having her back, though her energy could not be matched.

She waited for sleep to come to her lying on the mattress, aware that her hunch would be true and that she would not sleep that night, so she waited for the nightmares to return to her.

And they did.

They grabbed her with their claws, they tossed her among past memories and illusions, screaming her name, hearing gunshots and shrieks.

She woke up in tears, sweating and trembling, choking on her own gasps, but aware that she was at home, in her bed.

She knelt looking at the closet thoughtfully, undecided, seeing on the door handle a hanger with the jacket she had hung up after cleaning it.

She silently stood up and picked it up.

She slid her arms into the garment and snuggled into it.

It had softened after the washing, but still smelled distinctly of his scent.

A pleasant caress enveloped her. She curled into a ball feeling some of the lost warmth return to her. Feeling safe again.

And she waited for her heart to calm, her nerves to dissipate and her mind to clear, only to let herself be rocked back to sleep.

With any luck she wouldn't have nightmares again.

So she waited to fall asleep again.

[hisfavkayla]

Integrate Pt. 1 🎀|| Will Graham

Summary- Your under investigation by the FBI and they send this dick head to interrogate you! But at least he’s kinda cute in an annoying puppy dog way!

Authors note- I think I have a obsession with mentally unstable men or maybe it’s just me <:)

Warnings- Cursing, Cutiepootie!Will , Interrogation!Will, Daddy!Will , flirting, that’s it

I sat on the cold hardback chair, as I waited for the duck-tective to come in.

Creak! Oh great here he is , god damn it he’s kinda cute.

“Ms. Y/L/N , pleasure to meet you this evening “ the detective smiles , air shaking my handcuffed hand, “ I’m detective Will Graham and I have a few questions for you” he acts like he enjoys his job.

I sigh, “ Whatever “ I roll my eyes,” Let’s get this bull shit over with, I have a bag of Oreos waiting for me in my BMW “

His brown eyes twinkle as he twirls his hair around his finger, “ Ok then. So there’s word going around that your involved in money laundering and connections to your husband’s tax fraud”

“Ex husband “, I mutter as I stare down at the floor. The divorce had been finalized months before I was under investigation, but that wasn’t Detective what’s-his-name’s business.

He slammed his clipboard against the solid metal table, “ Ex husband or not y/n , explain to me why my organization found 3 frozen bodies at your Cielo Del Mar estate!” He was leaning over the table, his broad shoulders shadowing his way over me.

I had to get out of this somehow so I just to do it the same way I got my husband to launder money… by flirting. I looked into his big brown eyes, and ran my red finger nails along his navy blue sweater, “ Oh come on officer, can’t you tell I’m mental “

He looked down at me, he gulped , “ If you’re mental, I assure you would be in a higher security facility than this” he chuckled softly.

“So I can’t wiggle my way out of this “, I winked at him, “ I’ll do anything—William “

He practically stared at my lips as I pronounced Willam. He looked to the back of the room at the door leading to the sound booth. He knew no one was in there.

“Look “, his hair hung over his eyebrows, he pushed it aside,” Come by this address tonight and I’ll see if I can influence the jury on your fate” he handed me a pink sticky note.

I got up from the table and blushed as Will unlocked my handcuffs, “ See you then” I wink as I leave through the door!

Like 4 part. 2 !!!

[house-of-slayterr]

Cabin In The Woods:

Tag: @iloveslasher @myers-meadow

Will’s POV:

I was loosing my mind. Losing my god damn mind. This town was suffocating, and everyone’s constants questions were driving me mad. Jack always pulling me along on cases, calling me late hours of the night with a new theory. Hannibal, trying to get in my head. Always leaving out therapy sessions feeling worse than when I went in. I felt like I was going to a snap.

And when none other than Freddie Lounds showed up at my doorstep, looking for a story. I lost it. I slammed the door in her face, not even bothering with pleasantries. And ignored her calls through the door, tuning her out. I reached for my phone, dialling the only number that was worth while. It rang 3 times precisely before getting cut off by a small-

“Bonjour, this is Frances.”

I smiled a little, unfurrowing my brows. Between the dogs and the sound of their voice, my breathing was starting to become a little more stable. Seemingly when I didn’t respond, they checked their caller ID.

“William? What’s wrong?” They said, their tone shifting dramatically.

“I have a red head problem.” I groaned.

A small laugh left their lips. I could imagine it perfectly, the way their nose would scrunch up, and their eyes would sparkle. Their laugh was the one thing they never faked.

“Luckily for you my friend, I happen to be close by. Need me to take care of your little problem?”

Yes please, I thought. But what was Frances doing out near me, they lived halfway across town and it was past midnight. I raised a brow not that they could see.

“Hello, earth to dog boy. You still with me?”

I hated that Nickname. I rolled my eyes.

“If you insist.” I said.

“Brilliant, see you in five.” They hung up.

I slumped back down on the floor. True to their word I heard talking outside a few minuets later. I listened in by the open window.

“Hello Miss Lounds, lovely evening we’re having.” They said.

I had to hold back a laugh as I nearly saw Freddie jump. It was odd how silent Frances could be sometimes. It seemed today was a good day for them, they were without their cane. Or any other assistive devices.

“Ahh, Mx. L/N, what are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, trespassing isn’t very nice of you Miss Lounds. I do believe Mr. Graham didn’t give you permission to be snooping around his back porch, now did he?”

“I was never here.” Freddie said.

Backing off my property.

“You’ll do well to keep that way.”

After Freddie dispersed into the night, I relaxed a little. Frances was suddenly at the window, smiling as I nearly fell backwards off my couch.

“Move!” They said simply.

I obliged, moving over as they climbed through my window.

“You know front doors exist?” I asked.

They shrugged.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

They settled onto the couch, leaning so their head was hanging off and they’re feet were now against the wall. Some of the dog ran over eagerly to great them. Their giggles filled the room as they playfully attempted to fend off my dogs. It was a light and eerie sound. Echoing around my head and shoving all my darker thoughts to the corner of my mind.

“What were you even doing out here?”

“Couldn’t sleep!”

The slowly fell off the couch, laying flat on the floor as they accepted their fate, getting licked by the dogs. I shook my head, looking down at them.

“Tea?”

“Since when does Will Graham drink tea?”

“Since someone has a habit of stopping by to steal my dogs from me.”

They blushed wildly.

“It’s not my fault they like me better. Look at me, I’m just a loveable little guy!”

They tried to give me puppy dog eyes, but it didn’t fool me. I knew them in a way most people could never understand. The two of us got like two people of a puzzle. If you asked some people, they didn’t even believe in the idea of soulmates. Others thought that title was only for lovers. But friends, friends could be fated too. At least that’s what Hannibal explained to me.

I had explained to him my distress, over feeling things I’d never felt toward anyone before. People never piqued my interest, and rarely made me feel much anymore. But Frances was like a ball of sunshine. I knew the doctor wasn’t stupid, it wasn’t that hard to decipher who I was talking about. They were the only person I talked to beside Jack or Alana. Sometimes Miss Meadow.

“You went through a great ordeal together, it’s normal to form bonds under extreme stress when you have gone through a traumatising situation. But do be careful William, those relationships can become unhealthy and codependent.” He warned.

That possibility be damned. I wouldn’t risk the one thing that made me feel happy in all of this bullshit, just because the relationship might spur in the future. That was a risk I’d just have to take. I must have been lost in thought a while, because a hand touched mine.

“You good? You seem spacey tonight. How about I get us the drinks and you just stay on the couch yeah?” I nodded simply.

I never had anyone take care of me like they do. They were always so gentle. Afraid that they might hurt me. The small touch had managed to make us both uncomfortable. I could feel it, the slight tingle as their skin brushed against mine. They pulled away almost as soon as they caught my attention.

I watched them disappear into my kitchen. A heard a few clangs and debated if I should get up to help. Almost as if they knew what I was thinking they called out.

“Don’t you dare get up. I’m fine, I just tripped.”

I couldn’t help the breath of air that passed my nose. It sounded more like they dragged a cabinet down with them. But of course they would downplay it. A few minutes later they came back with a coffee and their tea. They sat next to me on the couch.

“So what was miss nosey even searching for?”

“I don’t know, she seems to think I know something about the Chesapeake Ripper that nobody else does.”

“And why would she think that?”

It was more of a rhetorical question, and I knew better than to answer.

“Sometimes I wish I could break her nose so she couldn’t go sniffing around in peoples business.”

The first real laugh they pulled out of me that night. It was so weird to see someone so small, so guiltless, express wants for mild violence so casually. I knew they meant it, it wasn’t a simple joke. But they knew better than to lash out physically.

“That’s I’d pay to see. Ex-Ballerina kicks paparazzis ass” I joked.

They put a hand over their chest in mock hurt.

“Just because my company dropped me, doesn’t mean I’m not a Ballerina anymore.”

“I know, I know. Besides it’s their loss. I bet you were the best dancer they had.”

They sighed contently, sipping their tea.

“I wish you could have seen me Will. Before all this. I was in my element when I was on stage. Nothing could stop me, and nobody could get in my way. I remember once, my understudy partner dropped me during a performance, I finished the entire thing only to find out the next making my ankle was in fact broken. I was so excited to show off to the talent scouts in the audience I didn’t even notice.”

I cringed a little. It was odd how uneffected they were by physical pain. I thought back to the day we met, how clam they where when he had literal pipes spiked through our body’s in a grotesque display. I still had nightmares of that night.

“Yeah, I wish I could have seen it too.” I settled for an honest response.

I wasn’t much for thé performing arts, but to see Frances in their prime would have been great.

“I’m glad I can still dance some days though. Before Hannibal cuts me off.”

“He’s just trying to keep you safe.”

They rolled their eyes.

“I know, I know. But sometimes I wish he’d just relax a little, you know. So what if my legs are shaking, I’m having fun. I can rest after. Speaking of rest, you look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

They raised a brow at me. They sprung up from the couch and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around the two of us. They turned on a random Chanel for background noise, and took my coffee mug out of my hand.

“I can see your gears turning Graham. Relax your mind. You’re at your house, you’re safe, your dogs are all here, and you have the worlds bestest friend by your side. Stop thinking so much, let the last go for tonight. And no thinking about work off the clock!”

“Who’s being overprotective now?” I asked.

“Oh hush, this is different-“

They patted their lap, and I slowly laid my head down. They looked straight forward at the tv, and played with my hair. Their fingers on my scalp was highly relaxing. It felt almost as if I was high. I closed my eyes and tried to rest my mind. I could hear them hum absentmindedly as I began to fall asleep.

A few hours later I woke up outside. Shit I slept walked again.

Frances POV:

I woke up when Will stirred, at first I thought he’d woken up, but it was clear he was asleep when he didn’t respond to his name. Of course, I should have known better, but I was worried when he started walking toward the door. I reached for his shoulder out of panic, big mistake.

Will freaked out, thinking I was trying to hurt him. I didn’t have much time before I was slammed against the wall. His hands around my throat. I reached up my hand trying to move his, but even half asleep, he was still stronger than me.

“Will. It’s me. Frances, your friend.” I tried to choke out.

But his grip only got tighter. I panicked a little, my lungs burning, and my head spinning. I figured maybe if I stood still, he’d get bored and leave. I tried to slow my breathing a little. But it seemed it was useless as a few minutes later I woke up on the floor with a killer headache. The door was wide open and as I looked around, a few of the dogs were missing. Shit!

I didn’t even bother to grab shoes, running outside with a flashlight and going to search for them. They couldn’t have gotten too far. I wandered the woods aimlessly for about 20 mins, collecting my furry friends. Once they spotted me, they were quick to follow, thank god. I did not have the energy to carry them back to Wills place. I made sure the door was firmly locked behind me as I set out to search for my best friend.

“Will!” I called.

The dogs must have been out looking for him. I checked back over the areas I’d already been, but I couldn’t find him. I was beginning to get anxious when I heard a voice from behind me.

“Frances?” Will’s voice sounded small.

I spun on my heel, not even giving him enough time to process anything before I threw myself at him. I wrapped him into a tight hug, pulling back to check for any injuries. He seemed to be relatively fine aside from a bloody nose.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” I mumbled, before pulling him back in for a hug.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the house. The dogs where quick to greet him, he didn’t need to know that they made a run for it earlier. It would only stress him out further. I pulled him into the kitchen and sat him down on a stool. I wet a towel and came back over to help clean him up

“What happened?” He asked finally.

It seemed now in the kitchen light he could notice the bruises starting to form on my neck. He reached his hand out, to touch it, his arms shaking slightly.

“Did I- did I do this?” He asked.

I sighed.

“You didn’t mean to Will, it’s fine. We’re ok.” I assured him.

“I choked you.”

“I startled you.”

I started wiping underneath his nose with delicate , light stokes. Almost as if it would hurt him if I pressed to hard. He still seemed fairly dissociated and I tried to ground him by putting my other hand on his cheek and bringing his eyes to mine. The both of us hated eye contact, but at moments like this, it was imperative.

“I don’t want you feeling any guilt ok. I’m fine. Promise.” I said.

His eyes looked slightly glazed over, almost as if he were about to cry. He swallowed thickly.

“Will? Can you talk to me please?” I asked.

Still no answer. I sighed again, dropping the rag and placing it on the counter. When I turned back around, I was greeted by those piercing brown eyes. They just starred back at me, deep in thought.

“Will?” I asked again.

Suddenly he moved closer and his lips captured mine. I froze, stunned. Will pulled back suddenly when I didn’t reciprocate.

“Shit, Frances I’m sorry. I don’t know why I-“

I dropped my hand, pulling away and stumbling back slightly. My breath picked up again. I couldn’t think of anything to say, entirely caught off guard. I stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?” I simply asked. “Why would you? You can’t! What?” I stuttered out a bunch of half baked sentences.

Nobody had ever kissed me before. Not on the lips at least, not like that. Even my boyfriend hadn’t kissed me. My boyfriend! I thought to Hannibal, how he would react. Was this cheating? God, I was fucked! I kept thinking I should have anticipated his reaction, done something, pushed him away. But I just stood there.

“Frances I’m so sorry!” Will tried approaching me again. “I just felt like I couldn’t breathe, and mu head was so loud, and I just wanted it to stop. I really don’t know why I did that.” He tried to explain.

I stumbled back as he took a step forward, falling on my ass. I just pulled my knees into my chest. And began sobbing. I felt gross. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. Not like that. I could hear Will shuffling around, trying to give me space. Seemingly, he took out his phone.

“Alana I fucked up!” I heard, from the next room. He’d excused himself to the living room.

I tuned out the rest of the conversation. I don’t know how long I stayed like that on the kitchen floor, but I heard the front door open. I thought for a moment he was just gonna leave, leave me here like this. All alone. But then I heard several foot steps quickly advancing toward the kitchen.

“Frances?” Hannibal’s voice called.

God, he was the last person I wanted to be here right now. I wished I could just disappear, I pulled my knees in tighter.

“Shit. The fuck did you do will?” Meadows voice sounded exasperated.

I’m sure anyone would be annoyed, waking up at this hour and having to come half way across town. Will stayed at the entrance of the kitchen, not coming any closer. Meadow was by my side in a second.

“Hey, hey! Little bug, breath ok?” She asked.

I nodded, letting her pull me into a hug. She ran her hand through my hair and rocked me back and forth. Helping me stim to regulate my emotions. I opened my eyes to see Hannibal and Will talking. Hannibal’s body language looked tense, that wasn’t good. Meadow let her grip loosen when I pulled back.

I smiled a little, she looked pretty in her night dress. It was nice to see her.

“He’s going to be so mad at me.” I said.

“Who? Frances nobody is mad at you.” She tried to calm me.

“But- I- Hannibal is going to be so upset.”

She pulled me back in for another hug. Normally this much touch would over stimulate me, but it seemed my skin was screaming whenever she stopped.

“Darling, Hannibal could never be mad at you. You did nothing wrong. It’s just a little panic attack.”

“No.” I shook my head.

The voices in the living room got louder. Meadow’s attention was also drawn toward the two men.

“Hannibal I’m sorry!” Will said.

The next thing we heard was a fist connecting to bone. If Will’s nose wasn’t broken before, it certainly was now. Meadow’s eyes widened.

“Hannibal! What the hell?” She yelled.

I flinched at the sudden loudness, and she lowered her tone a little, giving me an apologetic look. Hannibal was quick to walk over to me, kneeling down, his hands instantly turning my head to search my neck. It seemed his interest alerted Meadow to them too.

Her face scrunched up in disgust, she looked back at Will than at me. Her eyes narrowing in his direction.

“It’s not what you think.” I started.

I gave her a silent pleading look to go check on him. He was still my best friend, and I don’t think he deserved to be lunched.

“Does it hurt?” Hannibal drew my attention to him.

“No.” He gave me a skeptical look.

“So they crying a because he-“

I nodded.

“Do you hate me?”

His face softened.

“I could never hâte you. But him, I’m furious at!”

Meadow brought Will back into the kitchen, using the rag from earlier to clean up his nose which was bleeding again.

“Did you have to punch him?” I asked.

“He kissed you without you consent.” Hannibal said simply.

Meadow finally understood exactly what was going on. And she looked like she was about to punch the man herself.

“He didn’t mean to” I defended. “It’s my fault, I didn’t realise what was happening and didn’t react quick enough.”

Hannibal sighed. He attempted to get me to get up off the floor, but I wasn’t ready to leave.

“Frances, this was entirely my fault.” Will spoke up.

“You stop talking!” Hannibal warned.

He was quick to shut his mouth.

“No, this is my fault.” Hannibal concluded. “I’m his therapist, I knew he was dangerous, and clearly I’m not doing a good enough job.”

I frowned, I didn’t like the distain in his voice. Sure, I was upset, but I wasn’t mad at Will. I could never be mad at Will. He was confused and disoriented, and I was sending out signals I hadn’t meant to send.

“Hannibal, it’s fine. It didn’t mean anything, right Will?” I asked.

Will just nodded.

“He was disoriented and scared.”

“That doesn’t give him the right to choke you. Or kiss my patenter.”

It seemed Hannibal was more upset at the second thing. I was growing frustrated with the situation. Just wanting to go home. Meadow stood at the edge of the kitchen island, arms crossed and glaring at Will.

“Can we just go home?” I asked softly.

“I’m taking you to the hospital first.” Hannibal decided.

I frowned further.

“No.”

“No?”

“I want to go home. They’re just bruises Hannibal. I can handle it. No hospitals!” I said firmly.

“They’ll only panic more, my love, if you make them go. You know this. Besides not much the hospital will do, unless we’re pressing charges.”

Will hung his head low, disappointed in himself. I crawled across the floor to where Will sat, getting up on my way. My legs seemed weaker than I expected.

“Hey, none of that.” I said softly.

“You should. I assaulted you.”

I cringed out how brutal that made it sound. It was really an honest mistake. Both things were. I shook my head no.

“Then I’ll tell Jack myself. My sleep walking is making me unsafe to be around.”

“Then Hannibal will help you.” I declared.

Hannibal didn’t seem pleased with the idea, still seething with anger.

“Right Han?” I asked, pleading with him.

“We can have a session tomorrow, I’ll clear my schedule.” He grumbled.

“Look, I’ll see you tomorrow ok. Try to get some rest.” I said.

The ride back to the house was awkward. I laid down in the back seat of the car and Hannibal and Meadow both seemed upset.

“You’re not mad at me right?” I asked, trying to reassure myself.

“I’m just confused how you can be so nice to him after that.”

“Because it was genuinely a mistake Hannibal. You’ve made plenty. Just stop alright! You’re mean when you’re jealous!” I said.

Meadow failed to hold back a chortle.

“I’m not jealous, I’m upset- there’s a difference.”

“Don’t pretend you punched him for my sake.” I fired back.

“Ok, maybe there’s a little jealousy. But he still hurt you, both physically and mentally.”

“And he’ll make it up to me. He’s my best friend Hannibal, I’m not gonna lose him over something this stupid. Just help him with his sleep walking problem.”

I don’t remember when I fell asleep during the rest of the ride home. But I felt myself pulled closed to Hannibal’s toned chest. I snuggled further into him as he carried me inside. Perhaps cuddles from the people I loved were exactly what the doctor ordered.

An: and I oop- though seriously, imagine having Will Graham as your first kiss 🥺 jealous

[slashyrogue]

AU-gust Day 2: Immortals

He doesn’t know why he’s nervous. 

Will stands outside the door trying to calm down his fast-beating heart, reciting the same shit by rote he has for decades now, and tells himself he’s going to make it through just fine. He’s never botched one of these check-ins, not ever, and yet every single time he worries this will be the one that gets him in trouble. 

The guard opens the door, the cut of his dark brown suit the same as all the others outside of every door in this long never-ending hallway. 

“You can come in now.” 

His robotic voice makes Will even more nervous, and he steps inside taking a deep breath only to look up sharply. 

“Oh.” 

Will has been to these meetings every single month for nearly eighty years, and yet not once in the last twenty has he seen the one face he thought he never would again. He blinks back tears as he walks forward, taking in the ten seated immortal monsters who every year go through hundreds of others like him to be sure they’re safe to live among the humans. Their faces are all familiar, all safe, save for one. 

Hannibal Lecter. 

The vampire who left him in the night two decades ago and never once let Will know why. 

The creature who makes him ache, whose scent he wants to drown in, and who rejected him after only one night together. 

One magical, special night. 

The woman in the middle of the council holds up Will’s file, Bedelia DuMaurier, a vampire like Hannibal himself, and reads with a smile. 

“Will Graham, werewolf, works in the FBI solving…” she looks up, “Murders? Are you a corpse sniffing hound then?” 

Will grits his teeth. 

“No, ma’am,” he says, not looking at Hannibal though he can feel the vampire’s eyes on him, “I…I get the whole of it through scent but I…I can…” 

“He can see the killers,” Hannibal finishes, making Will bite back a moan at the sound of his voice, “Can’t you, Mister Graham?” 

Will tries to hold in his tears as turns to look at him. “Yes, Sir.” 

Hannibal’s smile fades as they look at each other. 

“Do you…live alone, Mister Graham?” 

“Yes,” he says, shaking now, “I…I don’t have a mate.” 

“Odd,” Abel Gideon remarks, his voice almost a cough which is not uncommon for ghouls, “For a werewolf to not have a pack.” 

“I have dogs,” he says, trying not to glare, “I…I don’t need a mate. I’m perfectly fine on my own…Sir.” 

“Will,” Hannibal says, his voice like honey in Will’s ears, “Have you…not…a companion? No one to warm your bed at night or…” 

Will cannot hold in his tears as he looks at him and Bedelia scoffs. 

“I see the puppy is angry,” she says, “You’re not usually so skittish, Mister Graham. Do you have something to hide?” 

“No, I…” 

“You’re crying,” she taunts, “Any werewolf in tears is obviously hiding something underneath his puppy dog exterior. I think perhaps he…” 

“NO!” Hannibal growls, making everyone look at him. 

Bedelia stares at Hannibal angrily as Will feels like he’ll shift any second. 

“Are you questioning the council’s decisions, Mr. Lecter? This is your first year as a member and I’d hate to have you dissolved so soon on your first day. You’ve been exemplary so far,” she looks at Will, “Or is there something about this one? Do you like puppies?” 

Hannibal growls. “He is no puppy, Ms. DuMaurier, and you are out of line. This is not his first time, and you know he’s safe. Let him through.” 

“I think perhaps…’ 

“SHUT UP MRS. KOMEDA!” Hannibal yells, “OR I WILL SHUT YOUR MOUTH FOR YOU!” 

His eyes are red, angry, and Will can smell his scent so strong his cock is heavy between his legs. He falls to the floor, growling, and several things happen at once. Two other werewolves on the council get up, growling, and start to argue with Bedelia, Tobias Budge and Randall Tier, while Will hears a crash to the floor just as he feels his clothes ripping. 

And a second later Hannibal has hold of him. 

“Breathe, Will,” he whispers, his scent making Will dizzy, “Breathe for me.” 

Will’s vision is yellow, and yet he sees Hannibal so clearly, he whimpers. 

“I hate you so much.” 

A dark tear falls out of Hannibal’s eye, and he realizes that vampires cry blood. 

Why is Hannibal crying? 

“I know, Mylimasis,” Hannibal whispers, “I know, but…you cannot shift here. Breathe.” 

Will breathes in and out, calming, and Hannibal nuzzles his cheeks making him purr as his body relaxes. 

“HANNIBAL EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” Bedelia yells. 

Will’s eyes are heavy as he hears Hannibal growl. 

“He is mine,” he says, “And no one will throw him down with the discards. If you do not trust him among the humans, then he’s remanded to my care as of right now.” 

Will’s confusion makes him sigh. “What? You…” 

“You can’t make that choice, Hannibal, you…” 

“If you do not, I will kill every single person in this room. You know what I can do.” 

Everyone freezes. 

“You’re banned from this council,” Bedelia says, her voice shaking, “And…I never want to see that mongrel puppy again. He’s your problem now.” 

Will purrs as Hannibal pulls him up, nuzzling his neck. “Done.” 

He barely has time to take in his fate as Hannibal lifts him, confusing him even more, and he’s carried through the exit like a ragdoll. 

“What..what did…how…” 

“Sleep, Will. Just sleep.” 

The rest of Will’s worries fade away, and yet he has no idea of his new ones. 

Not that it matters when he feels so good.

[fcksgrdar]

Cismale , he/Him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [GRAHAM DARLING  ]! I couldn’t help   but notice you look an awful lot like [MATT CZUCHRY]. You must be the [FORTY-THREE]  year old [OWNER OF SEASIDE ANIMAL RESCUE ]. Word is you’re [ GENUINE, ] but can also be a bit [IMPATIENT] and your favorite song is [WHERE IS MY MIND BY THE PIXIES]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [ooc C, 24, Mst, She/They  triggers (optional)] If you’re applying for a wc, please state so here.

Tw: Drinking problem

Basic Information

Full Name: Graham Dante Darling

Nickname(s):his mother calls him Hammy and he hates it

Age:43

Date of Birth:December 31st

Hometown:New York City

Gender:cismale

Pronouns:he/him

Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation:Owner of Seaside pet rescue

Language(s) Spoken: English, German

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Matt Czuchry

Hair Colour:blonde but sometimes brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Height:6'0

Tattoos: A matching tattoo that his sisters made him get , Chest piece

Piercings: N/a

Distinguishing Characteristics:Has a scar on his upper lip from a Piece of metal cutting his lip open, A scar on his Right Hip from the injury that got him discharged.

Graham Dante Darling.Born to Maddie and Dante Darling,He has four sisters Graham being the baby of them all. Born in New york City in the middle of a new years eve party that her mother was hosting as he wasn’t due for two months. 

Grahams Father was in the Army so he was in and out a lot but Graham thought his father was the coolest person, he idolized the man, Sadly when Graham was twelve his father was killed in combat, this destroyed his family his mother had never been the same since. While this killed a piece of him inside he never tried to let it show , he wanted to be strong and be “the man” of the house for his mother and sisters, he picked up the slack of where he could for such a young child. He had always loved animals he was always bringing stray cats and dogs home and his mother having to tell him no and brining them to the shelter and him just doing it over and over 

When Graham was in high school he had a serious girlfriend right away they dated all through high school  when his senior year came around he had made the decision to join the Arm , sadly when he was deployed the girl had broken up with him without any explanation and hadn’t seen or heard from her in over twenty years now. While this hurt the male he didn’t let it effect him too much. He stayed the helpful, doe eyed puppy. 

  While in the Army he was able to do some schooling and get his business degree,one year Graham was badly injured during combat after serving for ten years  was honorably discharged.To this day he doesn't like to talk about what happened to him there. This is the thing that affected him the most, he just wanted to be like his father and serve just like his father and he felt he was failing now. He shut out his family and moved away to Aurora Bay after he found the town while traveling one year, it was small and seemed safe. He started to drink pretty heavily, it wasn’t until almost two years into his new found addiction was he finally saved, he was found one night passed out in somes yard after trying to find his way home , this person was the saving grace they took them home, cleaned the throw up on his shirt and stayed with him for days as he went through alcohol withdrawls , a stranger showed him so much kindness and reminded him of the guy he was before,Graham went into rehab and turned his life back around.

When He was out of Rehab he reached out to his family and amended their relationships, he found a new career path, buying the seaside pet rescue, he is happy here and doesn’t matter what he always willing to help, animals and humans both. 

He puts on a good face and as much as his group therapy sessions have helped him and the years he's spent trying to rebuild his life there is constantly a whirlwind of emotions still coursing through him daily

Graham is a sweet  guy, he is a HOPELESS ROMANTIC *seriously he just wants to be loved* 

He doesn't quiet understand that he owns the rescue and dosn't need to bring any more animals home with him, however, that doesn't stop him from owning five dogs of his own.

Connections

exs, hookups, best friend, roommate (someone he maybe rents out a room in his house to), will they wont they, childhood friend, more to add

[transfemmegeddylee]

Shower

Short summary: Francois organizes a little event for Jackie in light of his new found kink.

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Francois Cevert/Jackie Stewart

Warnings/tags: omorashi, watersports, oral sex, shower sex

Author's note: I'm begging you that if you don't like this, don't read/interact it'll save us both a lot of grief

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As Jackie looks up and around the room, he really can’t believe Francois managed to rope him and their friends into this.

It all started rather recently when Francois made somewhat of a strange discovery about Jackie’s sense of kink. One day he had asked Francois to restrict him from using the bathroom. Odd, yes, but he didn’t think anything of it at first until Jackie started downing water by the bottle throughout the day whilst still refusing to let it out. By the end of the day he was squirming and crossing his legs at every chance he got, and when he finally had his accident Francois had realized it was purposeful. That didn’t stop an embarrassed Jackie from having to admit this to him though. Francois had shushed him and told him it was alright, cleaning up after the boy and dressing him in warm clothes before bed. However, that event had unlocked something in the both of them that allowed the events of the current situation to be happening.

Jackie perched on the end of his and Francois’ hotel room bed. A plastic mat was already laid out on the floor. Everyone was here too, Emerson, Ronnie, Jacky, even Niki and Graham. Jackie wasn’t exactly sure where this would go, only that it was a scheme cooked up by Francois which involved him on the mat and well, he could only imagine the rest.

“Well, boys, are we ready?” Francois finally asked the audience of many. They all either nodded or replied a yes. Francois gave them a signature big smile before turning to Jackie. “You know what to do, Jackie. Pants off and on the mat now.”

Jackie couldn’t help but flush bright red at being told to do something like this. He was already still embarrassed at even the thought of carrying out such activities, but still, it turned him on in a way nothing else really could and even more so when Francois was involved.

Soon enough, he was fully undressed and kneeling on the black plastic on the floor, looking up at Francois and his friends with big puppy dog eyes. The rest had gotten undressed too, and the feeling of so many bodies towering over Jackie made him feel very small. It was actually a little more of a turn on then he initially thought.

Everyone stood in a circle around little Jackie on the floor and before they began, Francois kneeled down to his level. He slipped a finger under Jackie’s chin and tilted it up to meet his eyes. Jackie’s were still big and full of nervous anticipation. “Everything is going to be alright baby boy, don’t you worry. You just think about having a good time, okay?” Francois said. Jackie nodded a tiny nod.

It was nearly impossible to tell whose stream hit him first. As far as Jackie was concerned, it didn’t matter, because all that mattered to him in that moment was the euphoria of the wet heat that engulfed him. First it was one stream of piss, then two, then three and more all at once. It streamed down his face, soaked his hair, and dripped down his chest. He couldn’t help but let his mouth fall open a bit to taste the saltiness. He also was acutely aware of the growing hard on he was sporting.

It was all over far too soon. When the streams finally started to taper off, Jackie finally opened his eyes, drops of piss clinging to his lashes. He looked up at the other boys again with his puppy dog eyes, not wanting it to end. He just wanted to be under a shower of the hot and wet saltiness forever.

Francois again kneeled to his level, this time holding him gently by the jaw and tilting his chin up again to face him. “You did so well baby boy, do you know that? You’re such a good boy. We all enjoyed that very much.” He repeated phrases like this over and over, the praise making Jackie’s blood run hot and simmer with lust. All he could do was whine and rub his head against Francois’ hand.

After a little while, Francois addressed the others again. “Well, thank you all for coming. I can tell our little Jackie enjoyed what you all had to give to him.” This caused a few of them to crack a smile. In a flurry of bodies, they all dressed again and soon they were filing out, Ickx being the last to leave. Jackie was still on his knees in a puddle on the mat, letting his foggy mind wander and keep replaying the events of what had just happened. When everyone was gone, Francois spoke to him.

“Baby boy, why don’t you come to the shower with me? We’ll get you cleaned up.”

As far as Jackie knew, he almost didn’t want to clean up cause he didn’t want to let the sensation of what had just happened go, but he knew he had to. Reluctantly, he rose from the floor and followed Francois into the bathroom under the hot water.

Francois draped his arms over Jackie and pulled him into a hot and wet kiss. “Good boy, good boy, good boy,” he kept repeating under his breath. He snaked a hand between Jackie’s little thighs to stroke his erection which he still had. The hot shower in combination with what Francois was saying made him squirm under his touch on his dick.

Next thing Jackie knew, Francois was on his knees again between Jackie’s legs. “Green?” he asked, looking up at his boy.

“Green,” Jackie breathed out.

Francois’ mouth was around Jackie immediately which caused him to yelp in surprised pleasure. Soon enough though, Jackie was once again thoroughly enjoying what was going on. Francois was especially good at oral, so Jackie certainly wasn’t complaining. Soon, he was squirming again as Francois expertly swiped his tongue over the sensitive tip of his pretty pink cock. That spot was his weakness, and he could feel the beginning of his orgasm growing in his lower region. “Francois- ah, I’m gonna-”

Briefly, Jackie cursed the water running down their bodies because it meant that he could only see Francois’ cum-iced face for a moment before it was washed away. He filed the mental image away in his brain for later when he needed it. When Francois rose to his feet, this time Jackie pulled him into a kiss. He could taste the cum in his mouth mixing with the saltiness of piss. “I hope you know how beautiful you are, Francois,” he spoke as they pulled apart. “Just gorgeous.”

Francois laughed a hearty laugh and took Jackie’s hand. “Just like you, my love. Your beauty is as bright and eternal as the sun.” Francois was ever the romantic, and it made Jackie blush again. He couldn’t get enough of the praise his boyfriend gave to him.

After the two finally actually washed off and cleaned up in the shower, Francois toweled his little boy off. This was something Jackie enjoyed about showering with him, as with many other things they did together, because Francois doted on him like a mother to her children, always being so kind and caring.

By the time they emerged from the bathroom, the darkness outside and the clock on the nightstand told them it was time for bed. Francois slipped into his boxers for the night, but this time Jackie wanted to sleep in the nude. Francois didn’t think anything of it and let Jackie go right ahead. Soon, they were curled up in each other, Jackie’s face buried in Francois’ dusting of chest hair, nestling into his body heat. He drifted away to sleep with thoughts of what had happened that evening, wondering if he’d wake up to another accident.

[cksmart-world]

SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

May 7, 2024

TOP 10 THINGS NOT TO SAY TO A COP AT A RIOT

10 – Love your outfit, it really brings out your eyes.

9 – Does your mother know you're out late?

8 – Come on man, this is our class project for Poly Sci.

7 – I love it when you talk dirty.

6 – Dude, can you spare a donut.

5 – We're the Rec Department. Check out our new tents.

4 – You know, they have a cure for bad breath.

3 – What's you're favorite position.

2 – Weren't you the guy who kissed Majorie Taylor Greene on the lips.

1 – And the worst thing to say to a cop at a riot: Is that a big stick or are you just glad to see me.

GOV. DeSANTIS BANS LAB MEAT, INTESTINAL FORTITUDE

“We will save our beef,” declared Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis regarding meat grown in laboratories. But saving face, well that's another story. In Florida they like to ban stuff — books, abortions, back bone. The petri dish beef ban comes on the heels of DeSantis' come-to-Jesus meeting with former President Donald Trump, where the governor demonstrated he still has a taste for buttocks — real buttocks, real big buttocks. DeSantis even told supporters he is willing to help fundraise for Trump, when he isn't busy kissing The Donald's hammies. “It’s true that Trump doesn’t forgive easily — but he does love when people show remorse for what he views as disloyalty,” said columnist Hayes Brown. “Especially when that groveling comes with dollar signs attached to it.” DeSantis joins a long list of Republicans who have surrendered to the “Man Who Would Be King:” Sens. Marco Rubio, Ted Cruz, Lindsey Graham, Tim Scott... the list goes on and on. Trump makes Republicans do what he wants by threatening and bullying, and those who cross him pay with humiliation — they must praise him as the Second Coming. The only defense is honesty and integrity — oops, looks like the Republicans banned that, too. Bummer.

BIDEN SHOULD SHOOT HIS DOG

If you've been hiding out at the animal shelter you may not know that Kristi Noem, the South Dakota governor who was on the short list to be Donald Trump's V.P., bragged in her new memoir, ”No Going Back,” that she shot her 14-month-old dog, Cricket, because he wasn't any good at pheasant hunting. He also killed some chickens. “I hated that dog,” she wrote. No Wilson, we are not making this up. She caught a bunch of grief from the liberal lame-stream media with such headlines as: “Noem shoots dog, commits political suicide.” Kinda catchy. So the ranch-girl governor doubled down on CBS's “Face the Nation,” saying President Joe Biden's dog should be shot, too, for biting Secret Service agents. He then could meet her puppy in Dog Heaven: “Commander, say hello to Cricket for me.” Haha. What a sense of humor. Some pundits suggest she included the ugly scene in her book to impress Trump with her toughness. Noem also noted putting down three horses, promising “more real, honest and politically incorrect stories that’ll have the media gasping.” Yes, Wilson, she got that part right. But the puppy-killer gambit may have backfired. Even MAGA celebs Don Jr. and Steve Bannon thought it was a little too base. Praise the lord and pass the ammunition

Post script — That's a wrap for another lovely week here at Smart Bomb where we keep track of who's using public restrooms so you don't have to. Under a new Utah law people can rat out anyone using a restroom that does not reflect their sex at birth (read trans people). They can report violations on the so-called “hotline complaint form.” Offenders could be charged with criminal trespass and fined $10,000 per violation. Continuing with the Big Brother theme: In a Time magazine interview, Donald Trump said he would not prevent states from passing and enforcing laws allowing monitoring of people's pregnancies to make sure no one gets an illegal abortion. The legislation would require pregnant women to submit to regular government exams. And you thought car inspections were intrusive. That brings us to “Abortion Tourism,” the cute expression coined by anti-abortion activists for women having to travel long distances to receive medical care — as if reproductive healthcare is some kind of a luxury vacation. Try and come up with a pithy punchline for that. Ugh.

Young people are protesting on college campuses across the nation. But the authorities don't like it. They say the First Amendment is sacred unless you've got tents. Cops in riot gear break up peaceful protests and say no fee speech when there's violence. So wake up the band, Wilson, and take us out with an anthem for the times:

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded in hatred And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? And what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I'll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison And the executioner's face is always well hidden And I'll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin' But I'll know my song well before I start singin' And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

(It's A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall — Bob Dylan)