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A date in winter

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Din Djarin holding Grogu, while brandishing his pistol. Image of 1/6 scale Hot Toys Din Djarin Mandalorian, showing Pedro Pascal's face, with box and other images in the background. Photo by me.

Grogu had been splitting his time between his dad, who was spending the majority of his time swapping stories with his friend Lacc Straso, and Dagon and Peli, who were working diligently on fixing the N-1. Grogu’s official job was to keep the other droids and mechs out from underfoot, except for Thirty, who was a real expert at starship maintenance. Everything was going pretty well, until Grogu heard a thump, a crash, and a ‘for cryin’ out loud’ from Peli. That last bit got everyone’s attention. 

Grogu rushed in to see what had happened. He’d designated himself as the lead first responder for any injuries, fires, spills, or arguments between the two lead technicians. He hadn’t had to take care of any of those things yet and was glad to have a chance to leap into action. When he entered the repair space he couldn’t tell what the problem was. Peli wasn’t jumping up and down as she so often did when she dropped a tool on her foot and Dagon wasn’t doing anything other than trying like heck not to laugh. 

“Any one care to explain what happened? That didn’t sound like a good sort of crash.”

Trust his dad to get right down to the nub of the problem.

“Actually, it was a good sort of crash. Peli and I had been discussing how the lower housing of the thruster control tunnel was assembled because we have to take it apart to replace the part that created the failure mode you noticed, and it just required a tap from a mallet. You’re very lucky that hasn’t fallen off during your use of the ship. Apparently none of the fasteners were in place and that’s what we’d been talking about.”

Dagon was smiling and seemed pretty happy with himself. Grogu could understand that. They had been trying to fix one problem, located another, and would be able to fix them both. A sort of win-win-win. But just one glance at his dad told him that Din Djarin was not happy with that answer. They’d traveled all over the galaxy with that what ever it was housing not being properly attached and Grogu knew that his dad was imagining everything that could have gone wrong anytime they had used the N-1. That was a lot for a Mandalorian to take in, especially one like his dad, who was so proud of that ship and the paces he had put it through. 

It was like riding a fathier in a race and discovering, after you cleared the seventeen jumps and run that five klick track to post the fastest time ever, that your saddle had never been clipped properly and any wrong move would have had you eating dirt and being trampled. Which was strange, because Grogu was pretty sure that Mandalorian training included all actions to take when something went wrong. If anyone was going to be prepared for that, it had to be Din Djarin. 

“Lacc? Do you mind keeping an eye on these two? I think Grogu and I should go fishing.”

“Right now?”

Lacc was shocked at his friend’s request and so was Grogu. Grogu wasn’t sad about it, but he was pretty surprised. He wondered why his dad thought right now was a good time to go fishing.

“Yup. This whole thing started because Grogu wanted just spend the day with me fishing. We were going to go to the Pika Oasis. Then I got that armor that once belonged to Pre Vizsla and it became apparent that I needed to go to Mandalore and sort that out. But that’s when the N-1 had the malfunction and I found out you were still here so I thought we’d just hitch a ride and go to Naboo. Now, I realize I just should have taken Grogu fishing. He’s been a real trooper about all this and I don’t want to take that for granted.”

Wow. Grogu had never heard his dad speak for such a long period of time when no one was threatening either one of them. He felt so special right then he didn’t know what to do. 

“Ah. Spoken like a father. Good for you Djarin. Of course I’ll watch over these two. When you and Grogu return from the Oasis, the ship will be working, you’ll have had some time to relax, and I can tell you who to talk to about that armor. That should save you some time.”

Grogu could hear the pride in Lacc’s voice, as well as something else. Maybe it was happiness? Joy? Humor? He couldn’t tell. It was another good example of why Mandalorians should be able to take their helmets off whenever they wanted to. Then Grogu would know if the older man was just happy for his dad or if was teasing him about something.

“Thanks. Okay, Grogu, come on. We still have a few hours of light left. We can catch some gorgs, or some scalefish. Didn’t Diggle and Daggle say that the Oasis was home to scalefish?”

The Mandalorian had scooped Grogu up in the most undignified way, but considering how sentimental his dad was being about the whole, could have faced a catastrophic in-flight failure at any moment in the N-1, Grogu decided not to make a big deal out of it. Instead, he tapped his head against hid dad’s helmet and chirped that everything would be all right. The worst thing that could happen at the Oasis was getting sand in his armor or even falling in the water. But Grogu was prepared to help with one of those because he found the Mandalorian’s choice of words when he sand in his boots of the crevices of his cuirass more than a little fascinating. 

“What? You two are leaving just when this is gettin’ good? Hope you have a good time. It you’re lucky you’ll only bring back a good appetite. Ha!”

Grogu just smiled at Peli. He understood that she liked having an audience, but sometimes you just had to spend time with the person who meant the most to you, even if they weren’t very good at fishing, didn’t actually eat fish, and hadn’t remembered to bring the fishing gear with them. But that was fine. He just hoped that they had some fun doing something that other dads did with their children. You know, spending time talking about how everything was better, worse, more fun, more dangerous, and not nearly as nice as it could have been, until you joined their lives. Then they just lived with their heart’s outside of their bodies and worked to get used to it. So a good time, all around. Yippee!

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What they do while you get ready (Scenario)

TF-141 as your boyfriends

Simon "Ghost" Riley who's the type of boyfriend to love watching you do your makeup, your hair rolled up in the curlers while you finish up putting on some lip gloss. You'd look back once in a while to see him staring intently. He definitely plans more date nights out where he knows you like the food. Adores it when you leave kiss marks but would grunt and try to hide it, you know he loves it, he can never hide the slight lifting of the corner of his eyes. He doesn't have the heart to wipe it off unless you tell him to. His heart warms up whenever he sees an elder couple, hoping that one day, that would be you two.

John Price who's the type of boyfriend to be absolutely clueless about makeup but is extremely competent when you ask him to get something. He's a little ashamed to be asking the salesladies for anything the first time but would grow accustomed and finds that it makes it much easier. Genuinely loves buying things he thinks would look good on you and see you try it on. Like Ghost, he likes it when you leave lipstick marks, specifically in darker colors that pop against the skin of his neck. Doesn't care if his knees would give out, he'd help you put on your heels, kissing your knee before he does.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who is the type of boyfriend to hype you up, he has a sassy mouth so expect him to give you the biggest hype anyone can ever do. He's also a go-with-the-flow kind of lover, he wasn't into skincare but was into a little haircare before you but now whenever you do your skincare, he joins in. The type of man to tease and laugh at you for wearing a clay mask then sulk if you put it on him too. He kisses you even if you whine and say you just put on lipgloss, promising to buy you more if you let him kiss off the rest. He helps you style your hair especially if you curly it.

John "Soap" MacTavish who is the type of boyfriend to be going in completely blind when it comes to anything that's on your vanity, but the thing is, he's willing to learn and hear you so passionately talk about what oxidizing is, cool and warm tone and other things you've said. He has this sketchbook dedicated only to sketches and art of you, his muse. He finds himself making them while you're doing your makeup, a peaceful pastime while his girl is dolling up. His favorite sketch of you was you with hair curlers messily clipped up in your hair while you put the last touch of lipgloss on your lips.

A/n: Hello my loves, guess who's back? 😉

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Leon and Claire!!!!❤️ CLEON>>

me and who

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I will forever love Grogu snuggling!

ive never been late to anything ever in my life, if you see me running late turn the other way...

Anyway! Dincember!! DAY 1 (on July 8th): theme was cold!

I love Grogu all snuggled up and this gives me an excuse to finally learn Mandalorian helmets

I'm hoping to do a few relationships over the next 30 prompts so if you have any ideas for a day and grouping lmk and I can see what I can do!

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I juste love drawing them.

This is a repost of my Instagram account:

night_ix

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and i won't look back.

This time they won't stop me from movin' on.

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Nothing done can be undone

Ayoooo, new Warriors fic. In this one Ajax come back from jail and blames Swan for Fox's death and Cleon tries her best to keep everyone in the gang.

Ajax was a free woman, finally. She had spent three months in jail for assaulting a cop that posed as a fucking abuser in the park at night. Still, three months was nothing compared to how long she could have stayed there if Masai and the Riff hadn’t found her a very good lawyer. Rembrandt, Cochise, Cowgirl and Cleon had visited her at least one time each during her time in jail. Rembrandt was the one who told her about Fox’s death and how it happened. The tagger had tried to hide how lost and alone she felt with Fox gone and Ajax in jail but Ajax knew her and she knew Rembrandt probably didn’t go back to the place they shared with Fox. She wouldn’t have either. Ajax didn’t talk about Fox to anyone after that, but the youngest Warrior was always at the back of her mind.

Cleon had come to accompany Ajax back home. They talked for a bit about what the Warriors had been up to since the night from hell, dodging the subject of Fox’s death as best as they could until Cleon told Ajax that everyone was glad she was coming home.

“Not everyone, not Fox” was Ajax's only response. Cleon stayed silent the rest of the way back to Coney. She knew Ajax would hold Swan responsible for Fox since she was the one in command that night. Cleon had listened to every Warriors’ version of that night and everything that happened. She knew the reunion would be hard.

As soon as Ajax and Cleon stepped inside the apartment, the enforcer went straight to Swan, standing in front of her in a matter of seconds, one hand gripping her collar, the other clenched at her side. Swan grabbed the wrist of the hand holding her. 

Everyone that was cheering for Ajax returns not a second ago, just stood there looking at them. The tension in the room was suffocating. Mercy tried to move toward Ajax to get her off Swan, but Rembrandt stopped by putting a calm hand on her shoulder and shaking her head no. Rembrandt had seen Swan and Ajax fight enough time to know not to get between them when they were like that.

Swan stared at Ajax with detachment, looked at the rest of the gang and whispered "Not here". Ajax understood and nodded her head, still clearly very mad. Swan let go of her wrist and announced to the room that they were going for a walk. Everyone looked at both of them confused or disappointed to see them fight. "We need to talk alone" added Ajax just before walking out the door, Swan on her heels. No one followed them.

They walked for a bit until they reached a place they thought no one would come to. They stared at each other, Ajax eyes filled with rage and Swan seemingly resigned to let this happen. “Go on.” Swan said, her arms by her side. Ajax pounced on Swan, wrapping her arms around Swan’s midriff, both of them falling from their combined weight. Ajax sat on top of Swan, pinning her arms down with her legs. The enforcer's fist connected with Swan's nose first, a cracking sound resonating around them. Swan winced but did nothing to free herself.

Ajax punched her again and again, blood splashing on her fist and the pavement. Swan's ears were ringing, she was trying her best to let Ajax have it. All her instinct told her to fight back, to run, to do something but she just laid there, taking all the anger Ajax had in her until the beating stopped. Ajax was still on top of her looking at her beat up face with so much fear and grief and anger and incomprehension. Ajax released Swan’s arms from underneath her and shook her shoulders. "Do something" Ajax screamed in he second of command's face "Fucking do something". The hold on Swan's shoulder was surprisingly not that strong so Swan did the only thing she could think of that didn’t involve Ajax taking a trip to the hospital. She freed her arms and wrapped them around Ajax's body. Taken by surprise, the enforcer fell on Swan. She tried to get away and Swan just held on with more force. Tears formed in Ajax eyes and she laid here, her fist bleeding the rage in her heart melting away as another harder to deal with emotion surfaced, grief.

"There's nothing more we can do." said Swan stoic, still holding the other girl. Ajax clung to Swan's shirt and let a few tears silently fall as everything she had pushed away since she learned of Fox's death came flooding. They laid there on the concrete under a shitty bridge just existing for a few seconds. Swan closed her eyes, her face was hurting so much but she deserved it for everything she made the others go through. She held Ajax closer to her because nothing she could do would be enough, nothing would bring back Fox and erase the night of nightmares. 

After a few seconds of silence sometimes broken by choked up sobs, Ajax freed herself from Swan's hold and stood up. She turned her back to Swan and whipped away the tears still on her cheeks, hiding any trace of emotion left in her. Swan sat up and looked at Ajax’s back.

 “I can't trust you to protect anyone anymore.” Ajax's voice was neutral as if she was simply stating facts. 

“I know.”  

“I can't let her stay with the warriors if you're second in command.” Ajax was afraid to let Rembrandt stay with them if Swan was in charge and Swan understood. 

“I know.”

Ajax started walking back. “You fucked it bad, Swan.”

The walk towards Cleon and Swan's apartment was quiet. They didn't have anything else to say, silence was better. Cleon was talking with Cochise in the kitchen and Mercy was in Swan's room but everyone else had left a while ago. Once Cochise saw the two women were back she excused herself and left, not without staring at Swan's beat up face. Cleon watched her second in command and enforcer walk into the apartment with a disappointed look. “Swan, go clean up your face, we'll see if you need stitches. Ajax, come sit with me.” Cleon's orders were undiscussable and both girls did as demanded. Ajax sat down in front of Cleon and started to talk but Cleon stopped her. “We'll wait til Swan is back. I need to yell at both of you.” Ajax stayed silent.

“I know” this time it was as a whisper, for herself. Swan stood up and followed Ajax from a small distance.

Swan came back after a few minutes, her nose was crooked, her lips busted and Mercy had stitched up her eyebrow and given her a cold compress to put on her jaw. Ajax looked a bit guilty after seeing her but quickly hid it and looked back at Cleon. Swan stood in the doorway.

“I know you're both smarter than that. What the fuck was that?” Cleon asked in a firm tone, but didn’t let anyone answer before continuing “Yes, emotions are running high these days, but do you really think beating up each other is the solution? Don't the cops do it enough for you? I don't need my enforcer to fuck up my second in command! You both need to figure it out, and quickly.” 

Ajax spoke up “What we need is for anyone else to be your second in command. Fox died because Swan couldn't do her job.” Swan stayed silent looking at the floor.

Cleon looked into Ajax’s eyes, clearly not happy “Do you really think that? Did you think that maybe if you hadn't got arrested things would have been different? I will forever be sorry for not being with all of you that night but from what I heard Swan did everything she could in the worst situation imaginable.” 

“I can't trust her, Cleon!” Ajax was yelling “How can I trust she can protect Rembrandt and everyone else if she couldn't even bring them all back home? I cannot stay with you if you keep her as your right hand man! She herself knows she can't do it” Ajax had stood up, hands on the table staring at Cleon. 

Cleon looked at Swan waiting for her to speak. She did, in a small voice very uncharacteristic of her “She's right Cleon. I told them I would bring them home alive and I failed. I'm not you, I can't lead them.” Cleon exhaled and stood up going to the coffee machine, making herself the strongest coffee she could. She came back calmer and looked at Ajax. 

“I need to talk to Swan alone.” Ajax started to talk but once again Cleon stopped her “She will stay my second in command unless she really doesn't want to. I still trusted her and you'll need to learn to do the same again. Go see Rembrandt, sleep it off. We'll discuss everything tomorrow.” Ajax walked towards the door, frustrated “And Ajax?” The enforcer turned to look at Cleon “Don't ever beat up a member of our gang again especially if they don’t fight back or you'll regret it.” Ajax left slamming the door. 

Cleon passed a hand in her hair and took a sip of her coffee. “C'mere” she said to Swan, who hadn't moved yet. Swan closed the distance between the door and the table but stayed standing. 

“It doesn't sound like you to let Ajax fuck you up and do nothing.”

Swan shrugged “I deserved it” 

“No you didn't. That night, when we came home and we talked, just the two of us. I hadn't seen you that scared since the day we found you. You did everything you could, Swan.”

“It wasn't enough”

“It was. Fox gave her life for you all to come back. It wasn't your decision. It was hers. She did what she thought was best, as you all did that night. Fox fought that cop cause she trusted you to bring the other home alive and you did. You have to stop beating yourself up for what could have been and live goddamn it. Give yourself the right to be happy, it won't erase the happiness Fox had.” 

Swan's jaw clenched and she looked into Cleon's eyes for the first time that night “I don't know how. I feel guilty everytime I start feeling happy because Fox will never feel that again. We will never hear her laugh or talk about her comic book or snore when someone says dumb shit. She was just a kid, Cleon.” Tears filled Swan's eyes “What kind of fucked up world do we live in where a kid needs to die for us to make it home?” 

“I wish I could help you” Cleon's voice was soft and tired. “It will be hard, but we have to live, for Fox, for Cyrus, for everyone we lost. You know more than anyone that nothing can be undone, we just have to live with the consequence.” Swan sat down, her head in her hands. “Like I said before I still trust you to be my second in command. Ajax said things in anger, you know how she is. I know the love and respect you both have for each other. She will trust you again.” Cleon took one of Swan’s hands, forcing Swan to look at her. “Tell me, do you really want to step out of your position?” Cleon asked sincerely. 

Swan looked into the eyes of the woman that took her in and protected her for years. She held onto her hand. “I wanna stay by your side Cleon. I will do better, please keep me as your second in command.” Cleon had a small smile. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The day after Ajax had come back from jail, she heard a knock on hers and Rembrandt's door. She tried her best to not wake the tagger up while getting up. She was still in her clothes from the night before. She opened the door on a sleep deprived Cleon. 

They chatted a bit more around a cup of coffee talking about life like old friends do. A heavy weight lifted from Swan’s shoulder. When she went to her room to sleep, Mercy hugged her for a long moment.

“Walk with me”, Cleon demanded. Ajax took the time to write a note to Rembrandt before putting her shoes on and following the leader.

Cleon spoke first. “You must know that I’m not very happy about last night.” Ajax nodded. “Ajax, I’ve known you for longer than most anyone with us. I know you don’t really wanna leave the Warriors. More than that, I know you don’t really think what you said about Swan yesterday. She’s still my second in command. So what now?”

Ajax looked at Cleon. “If I left, Rembrandt would follow me and I know she doesn’t want to leave. It wouldn’t be right. But I really don’t know if I can ever trust Swan like I did before. Something broke.” 

Cleon put her arm around Ajax's shoulder as they walked. Instinctively Ajax wrapped an arm around Cleon’s waist. “They say time heals all wounds. Maybe it can help your relationship with Swan. Maybe someday we’ll be able to think about Fox without it hurting as much. All I know is that I’m tired and in no way ready to lose any more of you. So I’m glad you’re staying.” 

They continued walking and eventually made their way back to Ajax and Rembrandt’s apartment. “I’m glad I’m staying too.” Ajax said before going inside, making Cleon smile.

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Claire and Leon’s eyes in RE4 Remake

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This is how we fall in love.

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🌊 Tides of Fate: The Leon Kennedy Campaign ✔️

🔥 Embers of Destiny: The Claire Redfield Campaign Loading…

You know that feeling when you finish half of a story and it haunts you like the Mr. X chase theme in the middle of the night? That was me with Tides of Fate. Writing it felt like playing Leon’s RE2 campaign—thrilling, emotional, full of Leon. But once it was done?

Claire’s side was screaming, “Hello? Me next?” And honestly, she was right.

So, this year, we return to the Resident Evil universe with Embers of Destiny, Claire’s story, because:

1️⃣ Tides of Fate was my first multi-chapter fic and I’m still so proud of it (baby writer me, you did amazing).

2️⃣ I’ve grown as a writer, and now I can make Claire’s story just as gripping as Leon’s… with way more sass and grenade launcher energy.

3️⃣ It’s only fair—Leon had his spotlight. Claire’s ready to roll in with her leather jacket, a flamethrower, and zero patience for anyone’s nonsense.

💬 Interactive time!

If you’re a Claire stan: What do you think Embers of Destiny should have more of?

🔥 Sibling banter with Chris.

😤 Claire roasting Leon.

🧪 Her science bro moments with Sherry.

🧟‍♀️ Pure, zombie-kicking chaos.

💋 Epic, soul-searing lovemaking (because our girl deserves it).

If you’re a Leon stan: Why is Claire the perfect complement to his story?

🍑 Leon needs to get knocked down a peg (and she’s the one to do it).

🎒 She saved his ass in RE2. End of story.

😇 Claire makes him a better person (by constantly calling him out).

Check out the first chapter for more context!

Happy New Year Lovers!

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Yes, I still think about this scene.

Leon's reaction is so powerful and Claire whispering his name always makes me 🥺

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Cleon OneShots/AUs, Chapter 20, Aesthetic

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Pairing: Claire Redfield & Leon Kennedy

Summary: Claire and Leon spend time together reading poetry in a field of wild flowers

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Dating

WC: 1.9k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

Claire opened the book back up with a smile. Her head is resting on Leon's chest, her body feeling as though it's floating just by the minor bit of physical touch. Occasionally, Leon would run his fingers through her delicate brunette hair to make a statement of love to her. She cleared her throat as she went back to the page she had left on last time she read this book. The book is a poem book, all in which are written by Robert Frost—he is a famous poet.

The book is hundreds of pages long. It's all about Robert Frost and the countless poems he's written. The book was a gift to Claire from her older brother, Chris. He gave it to her around Christmas time as one of her many gifts. Claire has always enjoyed reading and poems are a large part of that. She loves poets like Sylvia Plath and John Milton, so Robert Frost isn't far off of the dot.

Leon's body was being supported by his elbows holding him up whilst Claire rested her head on him. He knows how much she enjoys reading and how much she likes to read to Leon. The man would spend hours listening to her soothing voice read, even if it's a book he doesn't particularly care for. Just being with Claire and hearing her lovely voice speak is all he needs to not become bored. It's moreso impossible to feel bored with her, she makes everything fun.

Staring at a wall of paint drying would be entertaining as long as she's by his side.

"Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold." Claire began, her voice timid and low. Leon's hand played with the hem of her T shirt as she read from the pages, his other arm supporting both of their weight. "Her early leaf's a flower, but only so an hour." Leon rubbed her lower stomach and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her head. Her hair smelled of greenery and deep, earthy scent, but in a magnificent way.

"Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes to day. Nothing gold can stay." Claire wrapped up the poem with a smile.

Leon chuckled and moved his hand back to her hair. It was beautiful. Even moreso considering Claire is the one that read it off. "Did you like that?" "I did. Pretty poem, almost as pretty as you." Oh Leon, him and his cheesy comments. Claire giggled and sighed softly. "Robert Frost has a way with words that even I can't fathom nor compare to. I love his work." "I know you do. It's a precious hyperfixation of yours." "You think?" Claire asked. "I do. I love all of what you love, Claire." Leon stated. So sweet.

Looking to his side, Leon saw the strawberries and crackers Claire had brought for them to snack on. Neither of them have touched them. The second she arrived, they spent a good five minutes just making out and enjoying one another's company, then it turned into a reading session—which Leon doesn't mind at all. He'll make sure they both eat, especially her. He can't have his girl going home hungry later.

Flipping to another random page, Claire stopped on a random poem that only fate had a decision in picking for her to read off. On the top of the page it read, 'The Rose Family'. Sounds interesting. "How about I read this one next?" "Go ahead darling." Leon said softly, going back to caressing her lower waist with his stud hand. Claire cleared her throat and adjusted how the book was resting in her hand. In all honesty, Leon's touch made it a bit hard to focus but Claire dealt.

"The rose is a rose, and was always a rose." Is how the floral poem began. Claire's voice was even lighter this time and Leon swears he could fall asleep to it. She's just so angelic. "But the theory now goes, that the apple's a rose, and the pear is, and so's, the plum I suppose." Claire read off of the old style pages. Mid reading, Leon sat up and pulled Claire to sit in his lap. He rested his head on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her thin waist, holding her as close as possible. Claire giggled and pushed on with her reading.

"The dear only knows, what will next prove a rose." Before Claire could finish, Leon stopped her and kissed her neck before whispering near her ear. "Let me finish those last to lines." Claire went to read them in her head but Leon instead read them aloud. "You, of course, are a rose—but were always a rose." Claire is a rose, Leon's rose. She's delicate and perfect but also feisty and fiery—quite literally a rose. Claire bit her lip and turned her head to face Leon's. He was smirking.

He pressed his lips against hers and breathed in deeply whilst doing so. The kiss was passionate and very much yearned for between the two of them. Claire reached her hand behind his head and touched his soft hair as they made out. Leon kept his hands on her waist, squeezing and rubbing it. The kiss was special. Then again, every kiss they share is. Claire just loves feeling his lips against hers. It'll never get old.

Once the kiss ended, the two of them just gazed at each other. Claire gets lost in Leon's eyes so easily. They're charming, just like his personality. Leon is the ideal man in her eyes, both in looks & how he is as a man. He's amazing. Claire kissed him once more before glancing back down at the book. Leon smiled and rested his chin back on her boney shoulder and kissed her cheek. "Claire?" "Yes babe?" "Find a page and let me read one." Claire smirked at his request and flipped to a random page.

This time the poem didn't have a title. Maybe Robert didn't give it one or there was a mistake when creating the book because there isn't a title up top. "Hmm." Leon scanned the page before reading it off softly & with tranquility.

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep," Ironically enough, they're surrounded by a woodsy area. They're currently sitting in a field of wild flowers among the tall grass. It's a spot just outside of the town they both reside it and they discovered not too long ago. They've been coming here ever since and have created it to be their very own spot. What a fitting poem it is. "And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep."

It was a rather short poem, but an impactful one. Leon liked it, so did Claire. The way he read it off soothed Claire's racing mind. "Good job dear." Claire took the book and closed it before climbing out of Leon's lap and sitting down across from him. "Is everything okay?" "Of course baby, just getting a bit hungry." Claire reached over and snagged a strawberry, eating it. Leon did the same thing and as he ate it, he made eye contact with Claire.

He's just glad she's eating. She needs to. He always wants to make sure his girlfriend is fueling herself. "Eat a few more, have some crackers too." Leon nudged the food over to her and stood up. Claire glanced up with a confused look plastered on her elegant face. "Don't worry love, I'm not going anywhere." Leon said as he turned around to the field. The field was full of random types of flowers, all of which were colorful.

Leon began to pick a few. As he did, Claire gazed at him and ate some more strawberries and crackers. The snacks were tasty and the sight of Leon picking flowers was quite the one to see. He is so handsome, Claire can't believe she managed to get so lucky with him. Then again, Leon feels the same way. Claire is drop dead gorgeous so he questions himself as to how he got her to be his girlfriend. It's quite the miracle.

After picking a few flowers, Leon sat back down with a smile and handed them to Claire. "For my beautiful girlfriend." He stated lovingly. Claire blushed and looked down while giggling. "Baby!" She smiled with glee and took the flowers. They are so pretty and radiate warmth and vibrancy. Claire looked at them, then up at Leon. "You are such a romantic." "Only for you, Claire." Leon leaned over and planted a kiss on her soft cheek.

Claire sniffed the flowers and heaved softly. They smell floral and sweet. Leon giving her these flowers was such a sweet gesture. "Here." Claire took the top off of one of the flowers and slid it into Leon's hair. He snickered and watched her. She's perfect, so fucking perfect. "I need to take a picture of you." Claire laughed and took her phone out. Leon rolled his eyes playfully but accepted what she wanted to do. He knows having silly pictures of Leon is important to her.

She took the photo and smiled at it. She gawked at it for quite some time too. "Hey, my turn gorgeous." Leon took a random flower top and stuck it in her brunette hair before pulling his personal iPhone out—Claire didn't expect this. She smiled brightly as Leon took a photo of her. Oh, he'll cherish this image forever. As soon as he took it, he made it his lock screen, keeping his home screen as a picture of the two of them.

"You're so beautiful." Leon whispered, cupping Claire's face and using his thumb to stroke it. Claire nestled her head against his roughened up hand and sighed softly. "Thank you honey." Claire replied to him. Leon pulled his hand away and stood up, holding his hand out. The wind started to pick up and Claire's hair began to fly everywhere. She giggled and stood up, holding his hand and pressing herself up against him. "Got pretty windy, huh?" "Yeah!" Claire laughed and hugged Leon.

He kept his arms around her and kissed the side of her head. They should probably head back to his place now. He doesn't want her getting a cold from the chilly wind.

"I'll clean up, go to the car and wait, okay dear?" "I can help." "No babygirl, please just go wait in the car." Leon said, letting her go and beginning to pick up their stuff to bring it back to his car so they could head home. Claire walked back to his car and got into the passenger seat, buckling up and making sure she was completely set. The only thing she grabbed was her book and snacks. Leon chose to handle the blanket and basket.

Heading back to his car, Leon put the stuff in the backseat before climbing into the driver's seat and starting up his car. The whole time, Claire was admiring him. Leon is a great man. She's so lucky. Claire reached her delicate hand over to his and held it. Leon smirked. "Let's get back to the house, yeah? I'll cook us dinner." "Sounds good babe." Claire responded.

That evening was surely a special one. The whole day was memorable.

[samanthamarkle92]

Leon's jacket to the right girl ~ ♥

[samanthamarkle92]

I live here. So many have moved on, but I’ll never leave. I’m not ever leaving! 🔥🌊

Cleon for life.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61893061/chapters/158556337