#Leon holding a grudge against ‘you and the night’

[msmargaretmurry]

for the i wish you would write meme, post scf winner's room? if you're into winner's room. if not, your thoughts on post scf mattdrai break up to future fic exes to lovers

ok so i'm not NOT into winner's room, but i have to be in the exact right mood to vibe with it, you know? i'll read and enjoy it but don't think i'll ever write it because i get way too caught up in the logistics + consent issues when i am the one pulling the strings. like my immediate thought here is, when is anyone going to have time for a winner's room sesh admist all the celebrating??? i totally get the appeal of the concept but i think you'd need someone more able to commit to the bit than i am to figure out how to write it 🙈

so: post-scf breakup to futurefic makeup!

i do think matthew winning the cup is such a delicious moment for a breakup because while it is a totally logical place to realize, yeah okay this conflict of interest is too big to overcome, it still feels like a petty kneejerk sore loser reaction. like, oh, you beat me for the cup? well , fuck you, you can't have me anymore, and i hope that sucks for you. and even if that's not what leon would think/feel when he's not drowning in grief and frustration, it's what he feels in that very specific awful moment, and then it's done, and he has to hold onto that grudge so tightly for years to justify it.

there are several fics already of the "they end of on the same team later in their careers" genre but that's fine, we can have another one. i think it would be great here. it's been long enough that leon losing the cup to matthew and the whole rivalry there is kind of like, well, people assume that he's over it. it's been years! he didn't have florida in his nmc! he must be fine with going there! and sure, he's fine with going to the team, it's just matthew he has a problem with. also kinda has a problem with the return his team got for him, like, they had to retain salary for florida to take him, which is just embarrassing. he's having a kind of off season, that doesn't mean he's not worth his paycheck.

and oooh, it's rough. not because matthew is awkward around him, but because matthew is picture perfect cordial friendly welcoming committee. he's shaking leon's hand, welcoming him to the team, introducing him to guys and cracking jokes about how obviously everyone already knows who leon is. but none of them know the real history between leon and matthew, and it is both a relief and a special kind of excruciating to have to act like this is just a fully fresh start. he's the new guy in the room; he won't be afforded the grace to hold a grudge anymore. it's up to him to make a good impression. he's never been very good at not wearing his heart on his sleeve, but he has to try.

insert here a painful slow burn reconciliation where leon tries to be friends and runs smack into the emotional wall matthew has thrown up against him — acting the part of the welcoming committee and being actually glad that leon's here are two totally separate things. and leon is wrong about no one knowing about their history, too (he learns, mortifyingly, one night when samuel corners him with some mild threats about how he needs to treat matthew). of course he makes friends on the team but it sucks because everyone loves matthew so much that it's hard to feel like anyone is really in his corner. he misses being on a team that loved him that much.

but ofc things will slowly thaw and matthew will start slowly making genuine efforts instead of just performative efforts to include him in team stuff, and he starts getting his groove back on the ice, and eventually things will come to a head where maybe leon (drunk, in his feelings for whatever reason) tries to kiss matthew, which matthew is NOT having, and they finally have the big fight they need to have — best day of my life and you tried to make me feel shitty about it; yeah well worst day of my life and it was your fault, etc — and once they're finally being honest they can finally, tentatively work their way back to each other. and bone tenderly about it.

[isator4]

A Couple's Night

Word count: 1.3k

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend were working like crazy lately, and everything that happened at the White House only added to that load. When you two returned, you suggested a couple's night at your house, complete with movies and card games and everything, with some UNO cards you bought on the way back. The deal of the night was: whoever won 3 matches would choose the movie.

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You and your boyfriend were working like crazy lately, and everything that happened at the White House only added to that load. When you returned, you suggested a couple's night at your house, complete with movies and card games and everything, with some UNO cards you bought on the way back. The deal of the night was: whoever won 3 games would choose the movie. Unfortunately, it couldn't be a night of several movies, but just one. Their time was short, but they both seized the opportunity anyway. It's better than nothing, especially for those who were already used to nothing.

The dim yellow light from the lamp illuminated the living room of your house, the curtains closed and a very plush beige carpet beneath you, decorated with the UNO cards spread across it. The bouquet of tulips was alone on the coffee table that had been moved to the side, each tulip was accompanied by a small chocolate bonbon that was supposed to be for you, but he ate one of them every time he lost a match to you.

You had been beating Leon in every match for a while now, 3 in total, and this was the fourth, because he had asked for a best of 3 and then a best of best of 3. Does that even exist?

Leon stared at you, with 9 cards in his hands. You only had two. He only had one a second ago, after throwing you a +4; you had rolled another +4. He ended up not having any cards to fight back and ended up drawing 8 cards. Now whenever you looked up from your card game and looked at your boyfriend, his look at you was full of desire for revenge.

"...love." you catch his attention, holding back a laugh. He looks at you. The amount of cards in his hand made it impossible for you not to laugh.

You play a green 5, leaving you with just one card.

“Uno. I forgot to say which color I wanted to choose. It's green."

“...”

He checks his game twice and looks back at you.

“I don’t have a green.”

You hold back your laughter, biting your lip, while he sighs and draws a card from the pile of cards in the middle of the floor. He looks at the card and puts it away with the others, passing the turn.

You play a green 3, winning the match. He stares at the pile of cards on the living room carpet, returning his 10 cards to the pile. You laugh.

“I didn’t know you held such a grudge against me.” He says, dramatically.

“Come on, honey, it’s just a game.” You say, getting up and adjusting your clothes, returning to sit on the couch.

"No, I'm pretty sure you planned this from the beginning.”

He sits on the white couch with his legs spread and arms crossed. He looks at you sideways, as if he expects you to pay attention to his drama. You laugh.

“You invited me just to beat me and then ignore me?” He insists. Finally, you reach behind him, sliding your hands between the sides of his neck, fitting your head into the space between his shoulder and neck.

“I invited you to spend a night together here. I missed you. Beating you is just an extra to make the night even better.”

"I know. But that was before you beat me like 4 times. How do you say you love me like this?” He argues.

You roll your eyes. Knew he loved teasing you.

“Alright, Lee…” you sigh. “...just one more, okay? This was supposed to be a movie night too.”

"Just one will do." he says, with a little smile on the corner of his lip that almost convinced you.

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He looked at you as if daring you to play the next card. You laugh at his expression, rolling a +4. Judging by his expression, you knew he planned revenge meticulously from the moment he laid eyes on the 9 cards in his game. First, he throws another +4 and you smile, then he throws four +2 cards of different colors, the last one being green; a blocking letter and a 5, both colored green. He throws each card in the sequence with an exaggerated violent sound on the carpet, and after beating you he crosses his arms and looks at you with a convinced smile.

“How you like that?”

You let out a sigh that mixes with your laughter, removing the cards and putting them together face up to put them in the small box. His winning smile follows him as he gets up to head to the kitchen. He comes back and hands you a glass of water, and you raise your hand to take it.

"Since I won all the matches, I get to choose the movie. I'm not the one who makes the rules, you know? It's like an official thing.” He says while his smile never died, as you drink the water. You laugh and nod, looking at him over the glass, and he searches the jacket he hung at the entrance of the house.

When he comes back, he doesn't let you see what he brought, he just sits down and opens the DVD player compartment on the TV rack.

"Actually, I think you'll like it." He says, getting up and sitting next to you on the couch, taking the controller with him. When he presses play, you awkwardly put the cup somewhere safer than in your hands, because on the screen, the Studio Ghibli logo along with the image of Totoro appeared. You look at him and he looks at you, proud of himself just because of your surprised face.

You open your mouth to ask how he found that movie, how he knew you liked it, where he bought it, how long it took to find it... But he responds to your curious look before you even do it.

"It's just that you looked really happy when you saw this movie's poster last month, so…You know, we didn't have time to watch it with all those things that happened, So when you suggested this movie night I ran to buy a copy of the DVD and bring it here today. I already knew I was going to win the matches anyway. I just had to be persistent.”

He utters everything at once, but calmly at the same time. The perfect timing for you to process the words and decide to just lay your head on him and accept the gesture.

He slows down his rapid talking when he notices the weight of your head leaning against him, breathing contentedly and passing his hand behind your back, stopping it on your left arm.

The beginning of the film is calm, silent, a silence that was occasionally interrupted by Leon whispering a question about the film in your ear.

"Their father doesn't look like them... Are they adopted?”

"No, love, they're not.” You whisper back.

"Did their mother die?”

“...No, Lee. They will visit her.”

"Okay." He stops and focuses his eyes on the screen.

"...Wait. Did you just give me a spoiler?”

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On screen, the sisters were returning home in a cat that was actually a bus. A catbus.

Leon watched each abstractionism of the film with strong concentration, as if he could reproduce exactly what Totoro did to make the seedlings become a colossal tree if he captured every detail.

The catbus would be no different. He didn't question it when the cat made a door open in the middle of its body.

He planned to question the catbus's invisibility which was the cause of the strong winds all this time, only noticing an exhausted head already sleeping on his chest.

When the sisters visit their mother and the movie ends, he turns off the TV and pokes your nose twice. You respond with a grumble.

"Did you like the movie? Hmm?" He leans back, fitting you into his embrace.

"...thank you, Lee." you utter, almost completely asleep.

"We should do this again.” He feels your body slowly sliding to lie on the carpet, letting himself be carried along. The two lie down on the messy carpet amidst a mess of uno cards and DVDs.

"mhm…”

"mhm…”

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Well, this took 2 months to complete. But I hope it was worth reading! Ty! 🤓☝️🎀

[porcelainseashore]

RE x VtM Crossover Fic Update & Poll!

Here's a quick update on the next fic I'm working on, which is proving to be a larger project than expected and therefore, taking some time to finalize!

I'll be placing our favorite Resident Evil characters in a Vampire: The Masquerade (VtM) AU crossover.

Imagine:

Leon as a Toreador, sired by none other than Ada, a Toreador Harpy (aka "voice of society") who enjoys political intrigue and acquiring favors. Although Leon holds a grudge against her for a past deception, he does her bidding by finding humans whose blood have the most exquisite taste.

Wesker as the Ventrue Prince.

Chris and Claire as Brujah Anarchs, passionate about their cause and who have struck up an uneasy friendship with Leon, due to his position in the Camarilla.

Hunnigan as a Nosferatu intel expert.

Sherry as the Prince's most prized blood doll.

Maybe the Baker family make an appearance as Malkavians? Wouldn't that just be grand?

... and other appearances to be determined.

Where does Reader fit in all of this? A draft summary:

In the all-night events cafe you run, there's a mysterious, peculiar man who frequents it that catches your eye. Both of you grow on each other, but you can never remember the last moments of your interactions together. When a disastrous ordeal occurs, you are thrust into a world of darkness, where nothing is as it seems. At the same time, the man you've come to know as Leon, and developed a love-hate relationship with, is called upon to investigate into the reasons behind the untimely attacks.

To get started with my writing, I would love your help with the poll below!

Thank you so much for your participation! ❤️

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[beevean]

You've probably said it before but who's your favorite Belmont

Daddy Longlegs Trevor <3

Yeah, I know he's probably the second most popular Belmont after Richter, but sometimes I too am basic :P

I call him the Sonic of Castlevania because he's effortlessly cool, has a bit of an attitude but a heart of gold, doesn't hold grudges against the people who shunned him, and is very, very friendly - you can infere this by how easily all sorts of people follow him in CV3, and how he doesn't hold Alucard's heritage against him when the poor guy was angsting about it. Yeah, so maybe you have to read the manual and really look into the events of a NES game to get an idea of his personality, but that doesn't mean he's a cardboard cutout like NFCV some fans think!

And his sassiness in CoD cracks me up lmao, he's so cocky and confident and he pulls a mean eyebrow and

i may be willing to sell both kidneys for a cod remaster, but only as long as they manage to recreate the sheer amount of raw gay energy exuding from all characters

also i'm a whole believer in the theory that he was so difficult to hector at first because he had a crush on him and was being all tsundere about it. because everyone has a crush on hector. also hevor canon

And even then he's humble when questioned about his title as the one who killed Dracula, he immediately gives credit to his friends <3 he cares <3

Also his design is just really good, the scars that mark him as a survivor, the outfit that is both fashionable and protective (kind of like Hector, but not as confusing lol), the longcoat that goes swish <3 he looks like a professional vampire hunter, practical but not without flare!

And of course,

Another thing he has in common with Sonic: his music slaps me into another dimension. (Beginning is also good! But I prefer his "ohshitohshitohshit the belmont wants me dead aaaaaa" theme :P)

anyway. trevor cool. he's shaped like a friend :)

Aside from him, Leon and Juste also have a special place in my heart! Leon is also just a noblehearted dude who threw everything he had away for the chance of saving his beloved, and after losing LITERALLY EVERYTHING HE HELD DEAR IN ONE NIGHT, he still had the strength to live on and not fall into the temptation Mathias had fallen into. Also his theme is literally my favorite CV track of all time, it's just perfect for him and the part in the game it plays in. Juste is just OP as all hell, and he has a funny personality - he's the prettiest Belmont by a long shot but he's also kind of rude and aggressive? lol - and with him you can start to see the Belmont legacy weigh on his shoulders. I also choose to see something in the way he vehemently denies Maxim the chance to explain what happened to Lydie in the best ending, as if he just wanted to forget everything. And the worst ending of HoD kills me :(

[imtooscaredforthis]

Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Six: Unresolved

Mentions of: Homicidal Tendencies, Arguments, Angst, Slight NSFW

Tags: @vandeaad @prettycutebunny @mama-miya

@dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup

A/N: An angsty chap after you’ve all been waiting lol

It wasn’t long after the trial that you were on your way over to The Legion’s ski lodge. You were too pissed to care if the other members were there. All you cared about was dealing with Frank.

You practically slammed the door open, storming inside. Frank was alone, sitting on his couch and smoking a cigarette. It was funny to think that just weeks ago you were sitting on that couch, smoking with him.

“What the hell was that Frank?” You snapped.

He seemed slightly startled by your appearance, but it wasn’t long until that emotion changed into irritation. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I don’t care. Whatever that was- it was pathetic. Holding a grudge against Leon because we slept together? Why do you even care? We’re not even friends and who I fuck is none of your business. I’m an adult and I can hook up with whoever I want. You had no right to do that.”

“You’re right. You can fuck whoever you want. I’m an adult too, and I can kill whoever I want and you have no say. I’m allowed to make my own decisions too.” He shot back, getting to his feet. He was looming above you, your faces mere inches apart. He blew some smoke in your face. God, he’s such an asshole.

“Sure. You can choose to stand there the whole fucking trial and stab him over and over again and throw a fit like a fucking kid. I’m embarrassed for you.” You seethed.

“You know what’s embarrassing? You coming here and defending your little boyfriend, thinking that you can get me to apologize. You’re not the killer sweetheart, I am. I get to kill whoever I want however I want. I can even hurt you right now if I want to.” He pulled the knife from his pocket, running his finger along the jagged edge.

You knew it was an empty threat. Even though you’re not friends anymore, you still know him and you know he won’t hurt you, no matter how much he wants to.

“But you don’t want to hurt me, do you, Frank? Why were you at my cabin that night anyway? What were you doing there?” You replied, watching his expression change once again. He looked like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Got him.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Bullshit. You were coming to talk to me, weren’t you? Here you are, acting all tough and threatening but you wanted to apologize that night. I know you did. You keep forgetting that I know you, Frank. So, quit acting like a jealous prick, get over yourself, and get your shit together.”

With that, you turned on your heel and left. Frank watched as you left, gripping the wooden door frame so hard that he felt it crack under his fingers. You infuriated him. Thinking you always know him, acting like you were above..and the worst part was that you were right. Everything that you had said about him was spot on.

Fuck, he was so angry. He wanted to hurt you, wanted to stab you, wanted to wrap his hands around your throat until your face got all swollen and purple. But at the same time, he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to bite and suck at your neck. He wanted to be inside you. He wanted to fuck the anger away, thrusting into you hard and fast, leaving you gasping, whimpering, and moaning.

He wanted to hate you. But how could he?

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You spotted Leon sitting alone at the campfire. It seemed like he was deep in thought, staring at the fire crackling in front of him. Not wanting to startle him, you slowly approached, murmuring a small, “Hey.”

He looked up, the ghost of a smile crossing his lips. “Hey.”

“Is it okay if I sit here?” You asked and he shrugged. So, you took a seat on the log beside him.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke. “In the trial, you were talking to the Legion and it seemed like- why did it seem like you guys knew each other? Like you were..familiar?”

You sighed softly. “We had been friends and-”

“Wait, you were friends with a killer?” He was making you sound bad.

“I mean, yes but-”

“You know they hurt us, right? They hurt me, they hurt our friends. They hurt you. And you want to be friends with them?” He remarked.

“Leon, if you could just let me explain. I’m not trying to justify hurting them or murder in any shape or form, and I have been friends with some of them in the past because it’s complicated. The Entity makes them kill and hunt for her, they don’t have a choice. I’m not friends with them anymore anyway.”

“I’m sorry, but this is- it’s just- it’s too weird.” Leon got to his feet, walking off and leaving you all alone.

In trying to fix things, you just fucked them up more. Like you always did. You swore under your breath, hanging your head. Sighing deeply, you pulled a cigarette from your back pocket, using the flickering flame in front of you to light it.

“What happened to you?” Claire asked as she joined you at the fire. You shook your head in response. “It’s stupid.”

“Well, you can talk about it. Only if you want to, of course. I won’t judge.” She offered. You didn’t know if you should believe that, considering how understanding her friend was.

You blew out some smoke, gazing up at the night sky above. “I slept with Leon, and an old friend of mine found out and he wasn’t too happy about it.”

“You and Leon? I never saw that coming. Damn, Chris is going to be so upset. He really liked you.” She remarked.

“Well, things between us aren’t working out anyway.” You sighed, grinning at her. She smiled back. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

You found yourself looking at the sky again. “I hope so.”

[saulweissberg]

availability / @momentspassd / sam! / randomizer. location / aurora night club timeline / saturday, september 14th, 2024 at 10:17 pm.

ever since theodora told him that samuel harrison had also somehow found his way to blue harbor, saul had expected he’d run into him eventually. he just hadn’t expected it to happen at the local gay bar. saul ordinarily kept a pretty strict routine with his attendance at the many bars in blue harbor, following a self-imposed circuit, but things had been… strange lately. his relationship with leon was cooling instead of heating up, his second ex-wife had asked for his dna to test it against her eldest’s, and his eldest—and only—child had up and left without a word two and a half weeks ago. everything was out of whack, including the order in which he went to aurora. shit, he had barely been into o’shea’s lately, too busy with work to stop by, and he was still feeling a little awkward around the staff of that particular bar. so what if he skipped over o’shea’s in favor of aurora? maybe it was fated by g-d, anyway, since he was now looking at sam right next to him. he was a little bit tipsy, but not by much. just enough to not feel like shit for the first time all day. 

“hey, sam.” saul opened up the conversation, smiling softly. he had liked sam, they had gotten along well. that was before he abandoned theodora, however. still, he wasn’t holding that much of a grudge. especially since, from theodora’s own words during their golf game weeks ago, she was willing to hear him out. “i was wondering when we’d cross paths.” saul’s head dipped forward; maybe he was a little drunker than he thought. “so, i’m not going to do the protective big brother thing,” mostly because he wasn’t actually theodora’s brother, not even the cousins that they called each other, and she already had actual brothers that wouldn’t deign to play the role for her any day, “because teddy’s a grown woman, and i know how much she loves you.” she hadn’t mentioned to saul anything about getting back together with sam, but saul figured it was just a matter of time. “but i just want you to know that i know people. if you hurt her.” again. he threatened vaguely, referring to his very, very, very small ties to the new york mafia. he had simply handled a divorce for an alleged made man, but saul thought it sounded cool regardless. “what’re you drinking? i’ll buy.”

[ashiemochi]

pussidon - ACT II | x

✠ Pussidon ↳ sounds like trouble ↳↳ can we eat it?

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, angst, gore, smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

prev -> next

June 29th, 2013.   Camp Rilea, Oregon.

It was late. 

Shortly after having their files marked falsely as DECEASED, Hunnigan sent them a trusted driver with coordinates set to a military base in Oregon. It was almost a six-hour drive which was spent mostly in silence, the only sound coming from the low humming of the black SUV. 

They were seated in the back, Leon in the middle with the girls on either side; both asleep. So Ah was breathing in and out softly, head lying against his chest with her arm draped over his lap, meeting his hand with hers to hold. His other arm was over her form to keep her close, feeling her shivers every once in a while. 

Thankfully, after So Ah gave Hunnigan her report on the situation, the SUV was provided with three heated blankets. She also informed them of their new clothes and change of equipment at the safe house in the military base where the private jet there will take them to the airport to avoid suspicion. 

Helena had her blanket around her form, arm perched up against the car door and her head was lying on it, sleeping soundlessly. 

“Jagi…” So Ah’s quiet Korean mutter came softly, gently squeezing his hand and Leon looked down at her. 

“Did I wake you up?” Leon asked just as quietly and she hummed a ‘no’.

“Sleep with me…” She muttered and the corner of Leon’s lip irked upwards, glancing at the closed window border separating them and the driver. 

“That’s very bold of you to say.” Leon’s chuckle vibrated his chest and she grumbled, pinching the skin on his hand lightly. 

“What are you thinking about?” She whispered and Leon sighed, pulling her close so his cheek pressed against the crown of her head, eyes distant. 

“All of this… Having you and Helena dragged into this… And those survivors…” Leon started, voice low, “No matter how hard I try to move on, there’s always someone out there recreating Raccoon City… How is this going to be any different?”

It went quiet for a while and Leon glanced down at So Ah, “You sleeping?”

A small ‘no’ came from her, visibly trying to hide that she actually almost fell asleep, “No, no… I’m up…”

Leon smiled, his thumb caressing the back of her hand as he planted a sweet kiss on the crown of her head, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

“Not without you… Mmh…” So Ah’s lips barely moved when she tiredly spoke and Leon bit his lower lip to conceal his laugh at how hard she was trying to stay up for him. 

“Okay…” Leon wrapped the heated blanket around him, emitting a whine from her when the warmth shifted but hummed when his body heat replaced it. Her other arm was wrapped around his waist from behind and Leon rested his head low next to his fiancee, pressing a lingering kiss on her forehead.

“Good night, buttercup.” Leon whispered lovingly, receiving a hum which he only deduced as ‘you too’, and shut his eyes once he lay his head back against the cushion. 

The military base was still a good five hours away and Leon was never the kind to sleep on planes, unlike So Ah who can fall asleep anywhere. In any normal mission, Leon wouldn’t be able to sleep, overthinking the objective hours and hours on end.

But having his fiancee next to him? Leon would actually get drowsy, feeling somewhat safe to have her resting against him.

A smile teased his lips, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, a silent ‘I love you’, before his body slowly succumbed to his exhaustion. 

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The clock ticked in the not-so-vacant bedroom, echoing in So Ah’s head as she stared down at her phone. She had long been done getting ready to be sent with Leon and Helena to China. She was just quiet, unlike her racing mind. 

Tick.

I should call Minji and apologize.

Tock.

What if she won’t pick up?

Tick.

No, she isn’t the type to hold a grudge.

Tock.

What if she is though? 

“Ugh…” So Ah tossed her phone at the bed and went to the vanity, looking at herself in the mirror. 

So Ah and Hunnigan had gone out on a few friendly dates here and there. At some point, Hunnigan asked her why she had a thing for skirts so much considering she was going on missions now. It was either a skirt, an overall skirt, or just a dress; rarely does she wear pants and only done so when she wasn’t in the mood to wax her legs. 

Turning around a little to see the back, So Ah was pleased with Hunnigan’s taste. 

A mahogany long-sleeved button-up blouse was tucked into her Harajuku black skirt, the strings tied loosely at the back – which she needed to tighten at some point – along with some transparent black thigh highs and her usual combat boots. She also wore black leather fingerless gloves. There was a belt around her mid-thigh for her dagger and the rest of her weapons were still on the bed. 

Having done lots of training and never skipping leg days, So Ah needed something practical to be able to move her legs freely. She was provided with fitted short shorts so she doesn’t give anyone an unwanted panty shot. She relied more on her legs and thighs plus her sniper. 

Overall, she felt sick to her stomach. 

Minji was leaving her on delivered. 

Running her hand through her hair, groaning a little in frustration, her fingers toyed with the black ribbon tie around her collar and a couple of door-knocks brought her to earth. She blinked to herself, thinking everyone was ready to go and she rushed to her items on the bed when the door began sliding open. 

Okay, not even a ‘can I come in’ I guess.

“Uh, just a second! I still haven’t –”

Her eyes widened at Leon standing there, all ready and good to go. As if he couldn’t get fucking hotter… 

An almost fitted royal blue button-up shirt was tucked into his chic styled black-brown denim jeans, not to mention, his sleeves were rolled up (that’s right, the sleeves!! Rolled up!!) to his forearms. The sleek black boots he wore made the overall look so fuckable attractive. 

The tactical leather vest he wore was of the same colour as his jeans. It was also a v-neck, teasing his collarbones with the top three buttons of his shirt unbuttoned (?). Closed by a zipper and tightened by two buckle straps, the vest hugged his form perfectly. It made his shoulders and chest seem broader than they are, which is a plus, especially with that single flapped pocket at the left side of his chest. 

Dear God, how was she going to focus with him looking like he was making this mission his fashion run?

Leon gave her a small teasing smile at her ambers scanning him, switching his unworn fingerless gloves to one hand and shutting the door behind him with the other, “Can I come in?” 

Haha, funny.

She rolled her eyes, an incredulous smile on her face as she picked up her shoulder holsters, “What are you doing here?”

“What; am I not allowed to come and check on my lovely fiancee?” Leon frowned light-heartedly as he walked up to her and she gave him a look, earning a chuckle. 

“Is the jet ready yet?” So Ah asked, turning around to face the mirror as she fixed her shoulder holsters and tightened them comfortably, making sure they were right. 

“No,” Leon answered, trailing his eyes down the small of her back before landing on the loose straps of her skirt. He tossed his gloves onto the bed and made his way to stand behind her, fingers coming up to fasten them, “They said it’ll be ready in five.”

It was a quiet moment between them as Leon gently tightened the straps of her skirt and So Ah’s eyes were trained on him through the mirror. It felt almost nostalgic to be in this same position again; all that was missing were the small changing room and the dull golden light above them. It was comforting at the same time; this silence. 

His hot breath wafted against the back of her neck, heating her cheeks up in the process. Leon met her eyes through the mirror, lip irking upward when he knew she was remembering the exact same moment. 

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” Leon muttered lowly, his hands trailing to rest on her waist, pinkie finger brushing against her hip and in an instant, Minji’s hurt face flashed in her brain. 

So Ah sighed wistfully, leaving his touches to get back to the bed to pick up the tactical belt – which had two hip pouches attached to one side and the other was for grenades – she was provided with. Leon straightened up and frowned at her small form easily manoeuvring around him, avoiding his eyes in the process.

It took her a few seconds to speak, mindlessly wrapping the belt around her through her skirt’s hoops, and he saw her shoulders sag visibly. 

“Minji’s still mad at me.” Her voice was nearing a whisper and Leon could’ve swore if she spoke any quieter, he wouldn’t be able to hear her. Then again, she was finally bringing up her argument with her sister.

“I said horrible things and made her feel like she was a liability…” So Ah continued, her ministrations with tugging her belt was becoming rough, a deep frown on her face, “I was trained to keep people like her safe, but I ended up hurting her…”

Her fumbles were beginning to shake and Leon released a sigh, coming up to gently twirl her around to face him. Her hands dropped to her sides, fingers tugging and pinching her skirt as his hands went to fasten up her belt. Sweet doey ambers were shining with unshed tears, aching his heart in the process.

“So Ah, you gotta stop beating yourself up,” Leon muttered softly, his eyes set on fixing her belt but his attention was on her, “Knowing your sister, she most likely had forgiven you long ago. She isn’t the type to hold a grudge.” 

Hm.

“Did you try calling her cell?”

“... I’m too nervous to do that…”

“How about this,” Leon released her fastened belt with an exhale to set one hand on her hip along the line of the belt and the other ushering her chin up with two fingers so she’d look at him, “We go out there, beat Simmons’ ass, take him to custody, and then you can arrange a meet-up with her. That way, the world will be safer.”

So Ah giggled faintly at his words, shaking her head in disbelief when his smile mimicked hers, ducking his head slightly to urge her to look at him, “You did the right thing getting her to safety. Without you, she and her kid would’ve been hurt but they’re alive right now because of you.”

Her lips formed a little pouted smile, gazing up at him with such gratitude and love, “You think so?”

Leon huffed a chuckle, taking a step back as he feigned disbelief before motioning to himself, “You kidding? You were a badass out there – you had to save my sorry ass countless times.” 

She giggled lightly, bringing up her hand to wipe away any fallen tears, “Yeah, I did, didn’t I?”

Leon gave her a pointed look along with his index finger, narrowing his eyes as he pretended to warn her, “Don’t push it, buttercup.” 

A knock at the door interrupted their moment, the sound of the Helena following right after. Really, either she could see through walls or her timing really sucked. 

“So Ah, the jet’s good to go.”

“Okay! Be there in a sec!” So Ah called back, hurriedly turning to pick up her device to put it in her pocket as Leon picked up his gloves and began putting them on, a faint smile on his face at her finishing up.

A small gasp came from her when she was stopped midway to the door, a leather-covered hand holding onto her wrist. She turned around only for Leon to tug her back towards him, a loving glint in those bluesblues. 

“Leon –” 

She was silenced when his lips were pressed against hers passionately, pouring all of his feelings into one of many meaningful kisses. Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling his soft lips move sensually against hers. His other hand came up to her jaw, thumb encouraging her chin down so her plumplum cherry-flavoured lips would part, allowing his tongue to slip through. 

A whine came from her at his antic, hands coming up to his chest to gently push him back and she tried to step back from the addictive kiss. Breathless, Leon stopped kissing her and followed her even closer, a dopey grin on his lips, admiring the deepening blush on her cheeks.

Especially when her back had hit the closed door. 

“Leon, w – wait,”  So Ah stammered, beginning to feel flustered under his infatuated ‘I missed you’ gaze when his fingers trailed to the back of her neck, thumb stroking her reddening cheekbone, “We don’t have the time for –”

“Fuck the time.” Leon’s voice was on the rough side but in an adoring way, catching her eyes widening softly at him before Leon went back to her sweet, cherry lips.

For hours they’ve been having interrupted moments here and there, and Leon had had it – and he knew So Ah felt the same way too. Time was never on their side completely when it came to romancing during a mission. Considering this might be a one-way trip, Leon needed to make her understand how much she means to him; prove to her that she was the only one since that day in August.

A soft whimper emitted from her when his long fringes faintly tickled her cheeks. The kiss was nearing a needy territory, a small moan coming from him too when his fingers felt the strands of her hair as Leon kissed her desperately. Tongues clashing as if imitating a romantic sway, he missed her; missed this. 

Leon pulled her face closer, applying more pressure to the lip-lock and receiving another pleased hum from her. Her arms went up to wrap around his neck, fingers tugging the little mullet he had going on. Leon groaned from the back of his throat, the kiss becoming a bit audible with her quiet moans and his equally not-so-quiet hums. 

Their lips parted with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting their tongues, making their lips glisten. So Ah’s cinnamons fluttered open, staring up at him resting his forehead against hers. Those azures were still hidden behind closed eyelids, brows furrowed more than usual when he licked his faintly tinted red lips, tasting the lingering sugary cherry left from her lip balm.

She silently reached to gently grasp his hand that was still holding her face, allowing him to open his eyes, half-lidded. Leon nudged his perfectly sculpted nose against hers lightly, giving her an Eskimo kiss as if the previous one wasn’t enough to weaken her knees. 

“Okay, if you two are done, get out of there.” Helena’s voice was teasing but impatient, “Just… Hurry up or something. I’ll wait by the plane.”

“I get what you mean now with her timing.” Leon scoffed, shaking his head in feigned disappointment and So Ah giggled at his reaction.

“Come on,” She gestured to the door, slowly pushing herself away from it and Leon let her, hand dropping down to hold hers, “We’ve got a corrupted politician to catch… Then, we’ll have all the time we need.” 

Leon’s eyes softly widened along with that cheeky smirk of his, voice dropping an octave, “Let’s hurry and get this done,” His free hand tugged her hips close to his, earning a soft hitched gasp from her, “So we can get back to what we started…”

“So Ah! Leon!” Helena called out to them.

“Jesus Christ, alright, alright!” Leon huffed, opening the door wide open and Helena looked at him and the girl next to him, who only gave her a bashful look, trying to fix her faded lip balm up. 

“They’ve been waiting ten minutes now,” Helena said as So Ah shut the door behind her when they got out, beginning to walk down the hall briskly.

Helena had changed into something more casual. A white tank top was under a burgundy dress shirt which she left unbuttoned. The tank top’s hems ended slightly above her belly button. She also wore light brown fitted cargo pants that were tucked into her knee-high dark brown leather heeled boots. 

She was also provided with a pair of fingerless black gloves and a black leather shoulder holster similar to So Ah’s. Her belt was changed into a different one but she kept her waist holster and hip pouches from her previous outfit. 

“Really, and why are you still here? Didn’t you say you were going to wait by our ride?” Leon retorted, raising a brow at her. 

“And have her become flustered at the knowing looks from the men outside?” Helena challenged, “No way. If you two were to get there on your own, everyone would know you two were a bit busy.”

Leon scoffed, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly and So Ah felt her lips twitch, looking over at Helena. 

“That was very thoughtful of you. Thanks.” So Ah said with a smile and Leon quirked up his eyebrow down at her, but she only intertwined her fingers with his, a softer smile on her face for him. 

Ah, no use in being mad at her for too long…

✠

June 30th, 2013.   Lanshiang Airspace, China.

Leon never sleeps on planes; they’re always too rocky and quite unpredictable. Whether it’d be him en route to his vacation or a mission, Leon just can’t seem to fall asleep. And because of that, he doesn’t. His job was a dangerous one; if he would actually call it that. He had made tons of enemies on the way swearing to rip him a new one and you never know when one would show up out of nowhere and take advantage of him slumbering away. 

Frankly, Leon wasn’t too excited about dying (even though his line of work is that demanding); much even return from the dead. 

Besides, someone has to look over So Ah because mission or not, she can sleep anywhere as long as he was next to her. It was something about her feeling so utterly safe with him being around that she could actually relax. Out of solidarity though, So Ah stayed up for him this time.

Leon turned his gaze away from the window and looked at his fiancee sitting next to him. The hair tie that Helena had given her was around her wrist, leaving her sidebangs and hair to shield her face from him. Seeing her in her everyday outfit was if not, the most delightful thing to witness; but seeing her with her own weapons was something else. 

She had grown a lot as a person since that night in California, a lot more confident yet she still maintained that soft personality of hers, treating everything with such delicacy. 

Her tapping on the phone was quick but hesitant at the same time, seemingly typing in a text. She’d stop for a moment then continue, sometimes she’d tap the backspace icon ten times before she’d proceed. Leon did encourage her to talk to her sister, so he assumed that was what she was doing. 

✠✠

So Ah released a sigh, leaning back against her seat as her phone let out a dull clank when it hit the table in front of her. She thought she did well enough. Knowing herself, she’d probably begin crying like a baby if Minji was in front of her. Alas, she has to focus on their mission. 

“She didn’t reply?” Leon guessed and she only hummed, stretching her arms in front of her. 

“No… Didn’t expect her to either, at least not now…” So Ah answered, setting her hands onto the table almost over one another, leaving her fingers to gently tap the table nervously then she looked up at him, “I didn’t expect you to fake our deaths.”

Leon huffed lightheartedly, arms folded against his chest as he leaned back against his seat, foot barely bouncing as he gazed at her hands, “If I turned Helena in, we would be allowed to walk free… I couldn’t do that. Not with Simmons still out there, anyway…”

So Ah nodded, giving him a small smile and setting her hand onto his shoulder gently, “I know. You two need this for what he’s done – taking him to custody is the least thing you can do to ease your conscious.”

Leon grinned subtly at her words, unfolding one arm to free his hand and grasping hers, “What about you? Do you regret coming with me?”

She blinked at this, chuckling as she shook her head, her hand giving him a soft squeeze, “Of course, not. I couldn’t let you have all the fun.” 

Leon laughed at her words, especially when she wiggled her brows and she continued, a toothy grin making its way to her lips at his happy sound, “Besides… You said it yourself, remember?”

When he raised a questioning brow, she continued, reminding him of his words when he proposed to her. 

“We’re in this together,” She smiled when his ears pinked at her quoting him, “Because I’m with you through thick and thin even when –”

“Even when the world’s falling apart.” Leon chuckled, thumb caressing the back of her hand with a loving smile, tilting his head to the side at her, “I can’t believe you still remember it.” 

“It was one of the best nights I’ve had with you,” So Ah rested her chin on his shoulder, puppy cinnamon eyes gazing up at him. 

Leon brought up her hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles with a subtle grin, “I remember you cried a lot before I could even finish my speech.”

She grumbled, seemingly embarrassed as she straightened up, rolling her eyes, “Says the one who had to write down his speech on a piece of paper.” 

Leon blinked, brows shooting up in surprise and recognition, “... What?”

“Yep,” She teased as red rushed up to his neck, “I found it when I was cleaning up your desk which, by the way, you need to start tidying things up a bit.”

“Jesus Christ, So Ah…” Leon groaned, facing the window to hide his own embarrassment and his other hand came up to pinch the space between his eyes, using it as an excuse to cover his pinkish cheeks, “You’re a menace.”

“Come on, it was very cute!” So Ah exclaimed, giggling at his reaction, “It made me feel like I wasn’t the only one nervous, even though I think you were the one getting the worse of it.”

Leon muttered strings of curses under his tongue, shaking his head incredulously at her light-hearted teasing. After all, she was right. 

Leon had been preparing the night for weeks, scrapping each speech he wrote whilst he was working on his reports. She clouded his mind almost painfully and oh god, was it damn near masochistic. She was the only hint of normalcy in his screwed-up, zombie-fighting life – despite herself being involved in it too. Yet, she gave him a reason to continue fighting, to return home to her open comforting arms and soft ‘I love you’s.

He wanted the night to go perfectly even though he was as nervous as ever, never had been this vulnerable towards anyone. Hell, he didn’t expect it to go this far. Leon planned to head home before she does, prepare a nice candle-lit dinner, a hot bath for her sore muscles from her training, and finally, the speech.

Besides, the ring box in his back pocket was beginning to ache his ass from having to carry it around all day at the DSO.

But lo and behold, Leon was surprised by her setting down a pot of freshly made lasagna onto the prepared dinner table.

She was humming, having not noticed him at first as she lit the vanilla-scented candles with the matchsticks. She had let out a little yelp, shaking her hand when she had accidentally burned herself and stuck her finger into her mouth to soothe the burn. Then when she had finally noticed him, she greeted him with a wide smile and a hug. 

Leon was awestruck, letting her lead him to the dinner table whilst he was speechless. Leon had never really experienced love to the fullest; Ada was too far away, always running and uneasily tugging at his heartstrings. It wasn’t like he had the time either, not when the DSO calls him in every week to send him off to God knows where to fight God knows who or what. 

But here the Han girl was, treating him with such kindness and softness; always reminding him that he was doing his best and he was great at what he does. She talked about her day during dinner, not once mentioning their line of work, but mentioning what she had been painting and what new art techniques she had learned. She had, indirectly, made him feel as if zombies never existed in the first place. 

As if Raccoon City was just a distant memory; a nightmare. 

Followed by a kiss or two after dinner, Leon had her sit down before she would even clean up. He still remembers her puzzled ambers staring at him, those same eyes widening when he slipped from his chair down to one knee. 

And those same eyes tearing up the moment he brought up the ring – man, did Leon want to laugh at her emotional self but that’d be hypocritical because his eyes too were beginning to sting

Especially when she said yes and practically tackled him to the floor with an embrace after he slid the beautiful ring onto her finger. 

“It was a good night,” Leon muttered, looking over at her now with a subtle smirk, “Especially with how it ended.” 

Her cheeks heated up in an instant at this, glancing around her as if people were going to know the context then back at him, lightly smacking his shoulder. 

“Behave, Mr Kennedy, we’re in public.” So Ah reminded, voice timid and Leon chuckled, bringing up his other hand to brush a hair strand to her ear. 

“Well, Mrs Kennedy, you started it.” 

“I remember you started it back at the safe house.”

“Are you insinuating that I should finish it; right here, right now?”

“What – no! Le –”

“I think that bathroom’s empty, maybe we can –”

“Leon!” So Ah shushed him, bringing up her free hand to cover his mouth, heavily flustered under his sultry gaze that seemed to shift to a softer one when her ring was in-contact with his skin.

Leon’s shoulders shook as he chuckled, moving his face and hands away to lean back against his seat, folding his arms, “Alright, alright…”

Saved by Helena, she returned from the pilots’ room to sit down in front of them, watching them bicker.

So Ah narrowed her eyes at his trailing tone before rubbing her cheeks to calm them down, lips forming into a pout, “You’re the menace here...”

“Only for you, buttercup,” Leon replied, winking at her.

Helena eyed them, a smile teasing her lips, “I think this is the first time I see you two acting like an actual couple.” 

So Ah sunk into her seat, cheeks reddening once again as she felt shy at even the mention she was with him; the Leon Kennedy. Indirectly, she earned another laugh from Leon and she chose to change the subject. 

“Any new word from the pilots?” So Ah asked as Leon set a reassuring hand on her thigh, giving her a loving innocent squeeze and she followed it by setting her hand on top of his. 

Leon’s lips twitched at her action, especially when she interlocked her hand with his, all while keeping her eyes on Helena.

Voice seemingly heavy with confusion and fatigue, Helena answered, “We just entered Chinese airspace.”

“Good,” Leon said, nodding a little but So Ah frowned when Helena sighed, leaning onto the table with her hand coming up to her head; she was nervous.

“Are you going to be okay?” So Ah asked softly, knowing it has something to do with faking their deaths to pursue Simmons. 

Helena looked up at the couple, visibly guilty, “Why didn’t you turn me in? You could’ve cleared your names; both of you.”

Leon shrugged lightly with a subtle grin, “Maybe, but it wouldn’t have stopped Simmons.” 

Helena shook her head, nearly huffing at him then So Ah’s foot tapped against her shin slightly to get her attention. 

“Besides,” So Ah gave her a bashful smile, recalling their light-hearted time in that water cavern, “You’re not too bad to have around.” 

Helena returned a gentler smile but the trio’s quiet moment was cut off by heavy turbulence. They grabbed onto the table for stability, shocked as So Ah could hear the bags trembling up in their little storage and the gasps of other people sitting in the back. The rumbling gradually stopped and the agents stared at one another. 

Something was off in the main room. 

[re-diesirae]

7. Leon

Leon had watched Claire like a caring friend the whole night. The woman had fallen asleep so fast that Leon knew she was exhausted. He let the woman rest on his lap, and he found his eyes wandering absently to her face.

She looked pale under the dim light, and her auburn-hair locks fell lazily over her face. Leon pushed one behind her ear, and she barely moved under the light touch.

Leon froze, fearing that he had awoken her, but the woman continued to sleep quietly.

"You must be truly tired if you let your defenses down like this," Leon whispered with a smirk.

It was not the first time that they shared sleeping quarters. During the early months after the Racoon City incident, Leon, Claire, and Sherry had stayed together. The trio had remained hidden, fearing that Umbrella would try to catch them. In those days, Claire and Leon alternated their guarding duties, and he remembered that the woman was a very light sleeper. The slightest sound would send her on her feet and ready to shoot. He had found that cute and admirable.

Tonight, however, Claire was sleeping soundly, and not even his touch had woken her. He was not sure if he should feel concerned or happy that she felt safe enough to rest with him.

After some hours, he tried waking her up, as he had promised. Claire woke up when he shook her, but she soon fell asleep again, and he did not have the heart to wake her again.

Claire did not look too happy when she found out he had not woken her, but she forgave him after he explained what had happened. They left the cottage and walked through the forest. The casual chat was helping them both to stay calm, but he had not expected the conversation to turn to the subject of her luck with men.

Claire was a beautiful woman; she was not like other girls. She had grown with Chris, so she was not the sort of a woman to lay low waiting for the prince in shining armor to come to her rescue. No, Claire was the kind of girl to save herself. She knew how to stand her ground, and some men would feel intimidated by that. In his personal opinion, that was just what he had found so attractive in her.

Claire was a strong woman, and that was appealing. If someone was not able to see that, well, that bastard certainly was an idiot. When the conversation turned about him and Ada, he quickly brushed it off.

He and Ada had a complicated relationship. There was an attraction, but he doubted there was anything beyond that. When Claire pinpointed the group of Plagas infected, Leon chose to take cover behind the bushes. They were not hard to handle, but he did not have infinite ammo, and he did not want to waste them without reason.

"I think the wisest move now is to avoid conflict unless it is necessary," Leon said.

"I am with you with that. You'll want to save your bullets for the big ones," Claire nodded, looking at him.

"Big ones?" Leon asked with a frown.

"Yeah, nasty things. They took me by surprise yesterday, and I blew up the town in panic. The explosion was a little bigger than I thought, but well, I was desperate, and I wasn't thinking clearly."

Leon looked at the woman feeling a bit guilty. He had seen the woman's condition the night before. She could barely stand, and Leon hated imagining her facing those monsters. He was somehow amazed that she had managed to come out alive.

You never stop surprising me.

"I didn't meet any last night," Leon said, "but I trust your word, any idea of what it is?"

"Nope. I've never seen anything like it. I dare say it might be a new strain. I guess we get the privilege to test them."

"What an honor," Leon said sarcastically.

Leon looked around them. Considering the situation, they needed a plan to survive. The first thing they needed was knowing their surroundings. Usually, he could count on Hunnigan's assistance in these cases, but she was out of reach, which meant they would have to do it the old way.

Leon noticed a rocky formation in the distance. It was probably high enough for them to look around.

"Alright, so plan. We need to figure out the terrain, so I think we should try to find a good vantage point to look at what we are facing. There's a rocky cliff in that direction, do you see it?"

"Yup, I do."

"I hope you are in the mood for hiking."

"Leon, if you know me the way you say you do, you'll know I'll never be in the mood for hiking."

"But I'll do what I've got to do."

"That's the spirit," he said, "Don't worry. I can carry you if you get tired."

"Excuse you. I might dislike hikes, but I don't need anyone to carry me."

"Of course. It's nice to see that good old Claire is still there."

"The old Claire has always been here," she said, winking at him. "Just improved..."

Leon let out a soft chuckle. He was glad that Claire's humor was still there. He loved that part of her. How she could make things look less grim with a funny comment or two. Her manners had become more mature, and perhaps, a little reserved, but she was still herself; sweet and lovely Claire. He could not ask for a better partner in the current situation.

Leon took the lead mainly because he wanted to ensure Claire's safety. The woman assured him that she was ok, but her appearance said otherwise. She was too pale, and the hesitance of her steps did not go unnoticed to his watchful eye. Claire was coherent. He could scratch out any head damage due to the concussion, but there could be other injuries that he had not noticed. He would need to check in their next stop.

"Strange..."

Leon stopped for a moment, looking around. He listened but heard nothing more than birds and the whistle of the wind through the woods.

"I expected more hostiles, but we've barely encountered some Plagas infected. Don't you find it odd?"

He saw Claire look around them as well.

"Well, it is a very different scenario from last night," Claire agreed, "Perhaps they are more active at night."

"That's not a common trait when it comes to Plagas, but you might be right," Leon reasoned, "Well, then maybe we should restrict our moves to daytime. It might slow us down, but between speed and safety, I vouch for the latter. Especially if there's limited ammo in the equation."

Making stops during the night and limiting their moves to the day would make them lose some time, but he had reasons to prefer to go slower this time. Claire could use the rest breaks.

"Yeah, that might be the best," she sighed.

"Don't worry. We'll make it out of this one."

"Yeah, I know," she nodded, "Leon..."

"Yeah?"

Leon looked at her. Her cerulean eyes locked with his. They were the same blue eyes he'd met that night in Raccoon, but for some odd reason, there was something different in them now.

"Thank you."

That caught Leon by surprise. A thank you was not something he expected to hear from her now.

"What for?" he asked, confused by the sudden thank you.

"Eh, well. I don't know. For being here now, I mean," Claire said shyly, "I suppose it was hard to reach me, and you didn't have to, yet...you are here."

So that was what she meant. Leon did not know why she felt like she had to thank him. They were friends, and he would have never let the terrorist take her like that.

"Don't be silly," he said, "You don't need to thank me for that. If it hadn't been me, it would have been your brother, but neither of us would let them take you away so easily."

Claire smiled.

"Yeah, you might be right."

Leon snorted. He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. Claire was silly to be thanking him for something as simple as that. She was cute without even noticing it, and that thought made him remember something that had been bothering since all began. Why were those bioterrorists after her?"

"I wanted to ask you," he said as they began to walk again, "Do you have any idea of what they would want to kidnap you?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," she sighed. "I receive a lot of hate mail, so maybe it is someone who holds a grudge against me. I don't know. It could be someone targeting Chris, too. Both of us have rubbed some people the wrong way for a while."

That was an understatement, especially if they were talking about Chris Redfield. Leon could easily list all of the people who were plotting any possible revenge on Chris, but Claire was different. Even though Claire worked as hard as he and Chris did to fight bioterrorism, she was a lot more discreet. Claire kept her name as low profile as possible, but she was a Redfield, and the family reputation preceded her.

They reached the base of the cliff, and Leon let out a displeased sigh. It was practically a 90° vertical climb up. Even with equipment, the climb-up was dangerous. Now, without equipment, the climb-up was technically suicide.

Leon could probably handle it, but he feared for Claire.

"Well, I guess that will be an intense hike," Claire sighed, looking at him.

Leon smiled at her. He looked around, trying to find an alternate route, but he found none.

"Don't look at me like that, Leon," Claire said. "I can tell what you are thinking. I am fine. I can do it."

Leon disagreed, but he knew Claire, and if she had something in common with her brother, it was her stubbornness.

"Look, I know you can, but it is still dangerous. So I want you in front, in case you fall, I can catch you."

Leon knew that Claire was not happy with the arrangement, but she accepted and did as Leon asked her. Leon helped Claire up the cliff, and he made sure she had a good grip on the rock before following her up. The climb was not easy, even for someone with the physical condition that Leon had. He watched her back carefully as they ascended.

When they finally reached the top, Claire left herself fall on the grass gasping for air. He could see the sweat drops forming over her unusually pale skin, and he kneeled by her side.

"Are you ok?" Leon asked, rubbing her back.

"Barely," she smiled, "I hate hiking..."

"Yeah, sorry that I made you go through that."

Leon smiled apologetically. He stood up and looked around. At least their effort had not been in vain. The cliff gave them a clear view of their surroundings, but they only saw trees, kilometers, and kilometers of trees and greenery.

"Well, at least it isn't an island this time," Claire signed by his side.

Leon frowned.

Think, Leon. This time it isn't only your ass you are trying to keep alive. You must get Claire home safely.

Leon snorted. If Claire could hear his thoughts, she would be mad.

"Hey, Leon. Look over there!"

Claire's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. The woman was pulling his arm and motioning her head at something behind them. The agent looked back and immediately understood.

There was something that stood amidst the leafy sea of forest, and its shape reminded him oddly of a tower.

"Why aren't I surprised?" he said bitterly.

"Looks like trouble, but it might be a good place to start."

"Guess we won't know until we check."

"Yeah, and that usually leads us to more monsters."

"I am sure you are used to that already," Claire smiled, patting his back. "Judging by the sun, it is almost noon. If we are planning to stop for the night, we should think of looking for a place to hide, and maybe something to eat and water."

"Luckily for us, we are in a forest. There should be a water source nearby, and how good are you in botany again?"

"Good enough to not poison you. I'll keep my eyes open for eatables."

He smirked at her comment. Claire was simply adorable sometimes.

"Ok, let's go then."

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So, uh, I'm not sure if you take asks, and I'm super sorry if you don't! But! I just wanted to say that I have a pokemon oc ( their name is Carol) and for the longest time I had no idea what to do with them. For context they my secondary protagonist oc for SwSh, the main being a girl named Naomi. Anyway, I didn't really know what to do with them story wise, but seeing Zera and her story( specifically her being Rose's bio kid) kinda inspired me to take that same route :D! So yeah thanks for inspiring me there!

( if I'm being honest, if Zera and Carol were to meet, idk if they would get along or not. I don't want this to be super long but I can say that they're both very similar but also very much not. For example Carol kinda sorta dislike/holds a grudge against Leon. And looks up to Raihan and have sibling like relationship with him. So yeah, we're off to a great start)

Okay that's all, have a good day/night! :D

Oh wow. This is my first ask in AGES! I was so happy to wake up this morning to this notification

I myself was inspired by someone else to write my own story, and I'm glad I was able to inspire others into the wondrous world of writing. You're most welcome girl, if you need anything, tips, beta reading and stuff, give a shout!

Actually, I've mapped pretty much all of my Fic (which spans on 3 acts, the first one being A Rose's shadow). I don't want to spoil too much of the surprise, but I thought of bringing up Leon's first girlfriend somewhere to mess even more Zee's love life. And she too holds a grudge to Leon. Who knows, maybe by then I could include Carol in my fic? Up to you

Honestly, we're a long way from Act 2. But I just can't wait to write about Zera even more noxious that she already is.

I'm currently chilling at starbucks, waiting for a friend and wrapping up Fighting Spirit. It's a heckin long chapter, even longer than the wild area and the dragon, but it's gonna be so worth it!!!!

Anyway. much love and thanks for the support

[kenzichi]

Summary: Riku gets an unexpected visit from Roxas. Post KH3.

Note: Totally self indulgent. Don’t mind it too much lol.

Riku pinched the bridge of his nose. His eyes were burning from lack of sleep. His appearance probably didn’t look like much either. He needed to get off the database. He took one more look at the Sora in the computer screen before he stood up and hastily removed his jacket. He threw it onto the stool and walked outside Merlin’s house.

But once he did he had no idea what he wanted to do. His eyes stung at the morning- morning? -Midday sun. There was no one walking along the streets which was usual for this time of day. Maybe Leon and the others were visiting Kairi? He needed to do that soon.

"Hey." Came an unexpected greeting followed by footsteps. He turned to see Roxas walking towards him. Wait-

"R-Roxas!" It had been months since Riku had last seen him. Since the final battle over half a year ago in fact. "What are you doing here?" Roxas had never been to Radiant Garden as far as he knew. And he had no connection with anyone here so for him to be here...

"I came to check up on you." Roxas smiled, hands in his pockets.

"Me?" Riku was taken aback. Roxas certainly didn't seem like he was the type to pay friendly visits and they weren’t friends even if they didn't hold a grudge against each other.

"Yup." Roxas replied with a smile that worried Riku for some reason. "Let's fight!"

"What?"

"You heard me." Roxas stepped closer until he was a few feet away from him.

"Why would I-?"

"You owe me a fair, finished fight. Last time you turned into that man. A cheap trick to win." Roxas glared up at him.

Riku subconsciously gripped his wrist that Roxas had injured in that very fight. Riku had thought this was all in the past. But looking at Roxas it seemed he still wasn't quite over it.

"I want to fight you for real this time." Roxas summoned his Kingdom Key without breaking eye contact. "Real ‘till the end!" He announced. Riku had no time to protest before he had to summon his own keyblade to block Roxas swinging down from straight above. The impact sent Riku sliding backwards on the stone pavement.

"Roxas!" Riku yelled angrily. What the hell? That hit would have been really bad! Is he being serious?

The impact of the hit sent a stinging aftershock through Riku’s legs straight to his ankles. He winced and fell onto one knee.

I... I know I haven't been training much, but...

Roxas scoffed, "Are you serious? Have you just been fooling around since Sora disappeared?"

"Of course not!"

"Prove it then." Roxas replied sourly. He broke into a run. "Come at me!"

Just as Roxas had reached him, Riku sprinted under Roxas’ swing as if to run, but as soon as he was right behind him he halted suddenly, spun around and swung his keyblade towards his opponent. But Roxas turned around just as fast and blocked his attack.

Roxas smiled, "Ahh, there's the Riku I remember! Give me a good fight, alright!" They pushed each other back with their blades and put some distance between themselves.

"I don't have time for this." Riku practically hissed. Not while Sora is still out there. We’re wasting time!

"You have time." Roxas retorted. "By the looks of you, this will be over real quick."

Riku narrowed his eyes, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Roxas leaped towards Riku to close the gap between them. With both hands he swung towards Riku’s left side, but Riku blocked. Roxas swung again in the same spot, harder this time. "Exactly how it sounds!" Roxas lunged forward and slammed his shoulder into Riku’s chest, knocking him backwards. Riku stumbled wide eyed.

"What happened to the strongest kid on the islands? Keyblade Master Riku?" Before Riku could regain his balance, Roxas started an excessive chain of swings that Riku couldn’t help, but block helplessly against.

Riku felt cornered. Roxas wasn't giving him any chance to counter. All he could do was make sure Roxas didn’t run him into a dead end.

Roxas’ blows started to slow down just slightly, but enough for a seasoned fighter like Riku to notice. He’s getting tired... "Brings you back to the islands, huh? Just like old times, right?" Roxas said in between breaths.

Huh? Why would he bring up the islands?

Just as Riku thought that, Roxas took a big gasp before going in for another swing. Now! Riku quickly cast a single thunder bolt to strike between them.

Roxas jumped backwards before the attack could hit. Riku let out a heavy breath, relieved they were no longer so close.

Roxas chuckled at the exchange they just had. What’s with him? Was he making fun of him?

Riku clinched his teeth. That magic attack seemed like nothing, but it was more to get him off his back than to cause injury. And he felt like Roxas knew that too. That’s why he had that irritating smirk on his face.

Roxas lifted his keyblade into the air and cast firaga. A plethora of fireballs came flying towards them.

Riku gasped. He couldn't dodge. They were surrounded by buildings. Not to mention Merlin’s house with their only clue to finding Sora in a long time. Quickly, Riku ran in front of Merlin’s house and managed to produce a larger dark barrier than usual and deflected as many fireballs as he could back at Roxas. Without missing a beat, Riku released dark barrier and cast waterza on the fires that were quickly building up around them.

Riku let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Through the smoke he saw Roxas standing on the other side of the walk area, waiting patiently for him.

Riku steadied his breath before clinching his fists. "Are you an idiot?! People live here! Don't throw reckless magic around!"

"This is a real fight remember?" Roxas replied. "If you don't like it, stop me."

Riku had had it. He charged at Roxas so fast he was only a flash of dark energy. Roxas had no idea he had this ability. He certainly didn’t have it in The World That Never Was. Before he could react, Riku appeared before him, grabbed him by the collar, and shoved him to the ground. He knelt down on Roxas’ weapon-wielding hand, causing his grip to loosen and his keyblade to disappear. Riku slammed the end of his Braveheart into the ground next to Roxas’ head. "That's enough. Playtime is over."

“But we were just getting warmed up!" Roxas chuckled.

"Stop screwing around!" Riku yelled, clinching the boy's shirt tighter. He was straddling him and with his arm pinned down Roxas couldn’t move.

"Would you treat Sora like this too?" Riku paused. "On the islands," Roxas continued. "is this how you were when you fought with Sora?" There was no underlying playfulness to his words this time.

Why is he bringing up Sora? And the islands? No. This was nothing like that. Even when Riku was mad he still enjoyed his sword fights with Sora. Even when he was clouded by jealousy; he just wanted to be close to him. But right now Roxas was just pissing him off. "Why do you keep bringing weird things up?" Riku demanded.

With his free hand, Roxas gripped the fists that were holding him by the collar. "Kiss me."

Riku froze.

"You miss Sora don't you? It’s obvious to everyone. And sad, really. Even I’m starting to pity you."

"What are you saying?" What does he mean ‘everyone’? "You don't know anything." I'm fine. I'm the same as usual. Did someone put him up to this?

"So much so that you shut yourself away from everyone for 2 months."

But... I haven’t. Right? I’ve done plenty these past few months... Riku quickly thought back to his current day to day life. He would wake up, check the database, eat (maybe), run scans on the database, check on Kairi at the castle, train for an hour... maybe less, go back to check the database...

"We know about the computer in there. You unlocked everything you could on that thing and there are still no answers. So why are you still always on it?"

Riku looked away. "There could still be a clue." He answered quietly. He did truly believe that, but he also couldn’t deny just seeing Sora’s image on the screen comforted him. "Anyway, it doesn’t concern you. You do things your way on your end and I’ll do the same-"

Roxas sat up on his elbow, "It does concern me! Sora wouldn't want you to spend your days staring at a computer!"

"I'm fine. I don't need your twisted help." Riku let go of Roxas' collar and started to stand, but Roxas kept his grip on Riku’s wrists, keeping him close.

"But I look like him don't I? Remind you of him?" He pulled Riku so close their bodies were touching. Riku could feel Roxas’ body heat through their sweaty clothes. He felt a knot form in his throat. "I don't think Sora would mind. Not if it was to help you."

"Stop." Riku lowered his head. Despite them being so different, Roxas was still Sora’s nobody and they almost looked exactly the same. Their builds were strikingly similar. Not to mention their eyes. Riku squeezed his eyes shut, ashamed they were even having this conversation. Ashamed he was actually feeling something. Did everyone feel this much pity towards him? Was he really that miserable looking?

Roxas grabbed Riku’s shirt, and pulled him closer. "Look at me." He said as softly as he could. Eventually, Riku did. He saw Riku’s eyes for the first time that day. Tired and sad. Eyes that hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks. "I know you want to. So kiss me."

Of course he wanted to! Or rather, of course he wanted to, with Sora! To touch him and kiss him. Somehow, now that he knew his true feelings for Sora, it only made it harder for Riku to be away from him.

"Kiss me like you would Sora." Roxas ran a hand through Riku’s hair, "Touch me like you would Sora." He wrapped his arms around Riku’s neck, "He wouldn’t want you to suffer like this anymore."

He wouldn’t, huh?

Every night he’d dream of a city with towering buildings. Shining signs and bustling roads. And every day he’d imagine Sora next to him, talking to him, like a curse.

Every day, since having those dreams of the city, Sora would lean into him when they talked. Lay a gentle hand on his shoulder whenever he laughed. He’d smile up at him and say his name. He’d pout when he lost at a game of Rock Paper Scissors to decide who got to take a bath first. But then Riku would be forgiven when he let Sora have the last piece of meat for dinner.

When Riku was settling in for the night it was only a matter of minutes before Sora came to his room. Sora would lay down onto his bed before he even had the chance to. Riku would caress Sora’s spiky brown hair he loved so much.

And Sora would laugh.

He’d wrap his arms around Riku’s waist and nuzzle close to him. They would talk about their day of training even though they had just spent the whole day training, together. Sora would fall asleep telling his stories and only then would Riku kiss him good night because that was the only time he was brave enough to do it. But Sora wouldn’t be asleep. And he’d demand Riku kiss him again. And again and again. And each kiss would be less nerve wrecking than the last. Riku would fall asleep feeling Sora’s warm skin and soft lips. And his slim frame that fit so perfectly against his muscular one. And he would wake up the next day and realize it was all a dream, or an illusion, or whatever the hell it was.

And it would start all over again.

So when Riku actually felt a warm (real), gentle hand run through his hair... Soft, slender fingers against his neck, he was so tempted. Oh so tempted. And for a flicker of a second he did see Sora’s face in Roxas. Riku gently let his fingertips brush away the strands of blond bangs on Roxas’ forehead. He wanted to imagine they were Sora’s messy brown ones. Imagine his flushed cheeks were Sora’s, bright and pink. His eyes were the exact same blue as Sora’s it almost scared him. Riku clinched his fist on the pavement.

But Roxas was not Sora no matter how much they looked alike.

"No." Riku finally replied. "You’re not a replacement for Sora. And you know that better than anyone. Sora... He told you that." Riku said, eyebrows furrowed.

Roxas stared at him for a bit before closing his eyes, sighing. "He did... didn’t he..." His grip around Riku’s neck loosened, but he didn’t completely let him go.

"You and Sora. Even if I tried... I could never mistake you. You, who’s so quick to anger." He smiled genuinely, the hand playing in Roxas’ hair now on his cheek. "You, Roxas, with the sharp tongue and the presence so strong an enemy would shutter as soon as you entered the area." Roxas’ eyes widened. "Whereas-"

"Whereas, Sora," Roxas continued, "is the one who would brighten up any room as soon as he entered it." He smiled small. "And Sora, who could never say a bad thing about anyone no matter how much they deserved it."

Riku nodded, “Yeah.”

Roxas felt so stupid, but relieved. Roxas stiffened under Riku, suddenly feeling self conscious at their positions. He let his hands fall from Riku’s shoulders to his chest. "Yeah..." He whispered.

......................

"If we had gone through with it, would you have hated it?" Roxas looked up from the half empty glass of water in his hands. He hadn't realized he had zoned out. The little lamp on Merlin's table stung his eyes. Had he dozed off? The tall, red chair at Merlin’s table was cozier than it looked.

Roxas looked across the room. Riku was on that damn computer again, staring intently at the screen. "Sorry... What did you say?" Roxas asked.

Riku let out a long sigh, "Nothing. Forget I said anything."

Roxas groggily looked back down at his hands. The hands he used to touch Riku. The hand he used to caress Riku’s hair.

Back when he had dreams about Sora, Roxas recalled Sora always looking at Riku. He always admired his height, his strength, and his long, silver hair. The silver hair Sora secretly longed to touch...

Roxas closed his eyes.

I’m sorry, Sora.

If they had gone further, would he have liked it? His feelings for Riku, Sora’s feelings for Riku, weld up in his stomach. Even though I’m not Sora... Sora’s memories, Sora’s feelings for Riku were still imbedded in his heart. So had Riku desired it, he would have kept going.

Roxas’ chest tightened.

He was a terrible person.

"I know you want to. So kiss me... Like you would Sora." Roxas ran a hand through Riku’s hair, "Touch me like you would Sora."

Riku clinched his teeth before leaning in and kissing the blond on the lips. And Roxas parted his lips instantly, welcoming Riku’s touch.

[fonulyn]

Chris and Leon, sick fic, with a twist??? (Whats the twist? You decide!)

for this! | read this on ao3!

I’m sorry anon it doesn’t really have a twist it’s just shameless cuddles :’D but I do hope you’ll find it satisfactory enough~

Grumpily Leon heaved himself upright, tossing the covers to the side. He could’ve sworn he ached all the way to the tips of his hair, with how utterly shitty he felt. The floor was cold under his feet but he didn’t have the energy to find himself socks, so he decided he’d deal with it.

Leon didn’t even remember the last time he’d been sick, much less with a cold that hit him like a freight train, hard enough to knock him off his feet for days on end. He’d been forced to stay at home and in bed, and it never did wonders to his mood as he wasn’t exactly good at this entire doing nothing -thing. The first two days went by in such a haze he didn’t even have the energy to get restless, and it was only by the fourth day that he felt good enough to go find something to eat after basically living off painkillers and water until then.

He only got as far as into the living room, though, before he heard the sound of a key being fumbled into the lock, despite the fever clogging his thoughts. Distantly he hoped it wouldn’t be anyone who wanted him dead, as he wasn’t exactly in the best fighting fit. Quickly he went through the possibilities in his mind, and eventually stepped closer to the bookshelf so he could grab the handgun hidden in there if he’d need to.

The door opened and Leon let himself relax as he immediately recognized who it was. In hindsight, he had given Chris the spare key to his apartment, so he probably should’ve seen this coming. Chris and Claire had both been in possession of a key to his place for long before this… whatever it was had started developing between him and Chris.

It was almost comical though how Chris’ eyes went wide in surprise, as he apparently hadn’t expected to come face to face with Leon the second he stepped inside. He held up his hands as if in a peace offering, flashing an awkward grin. “Hey there. Sorry for just… barging in,” he started, adding as an afterthought “Claire told me to check up on you.”

“Well then, you’ve fulfilled your duty,” Leon answered, more annoyed than he had aimed to be. He blamed the sickness, usually his self-control was much better but now every single little thing seemed to get on his nerves so badly he could barely keep his cool. “Consider me checked up on. I’m fine. You can go.” In a huffy movement he brushed his fingers through his hair, grimacing at how greasy it felt. When had he showered, again?

He didn’t even fully know why he was acting up. Maybe he would’ve wanted Chris to actually care instead of just come here under orders, but admitting that would’ve meant admitting how hard he had fallen himself and that… wasn’t really an option right now. Especially not when he was standing there, downright filthy from days of not showering, dressed in only an old ratty t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants slung low on his hips. It was a wonder Chris hadn’t run off screaming already, after seeing his… whatever Leon was for him, in a state like this.

“Hey, c’mon,” Chris sighed, obviously detecting the not-at-all-concealed strain of irritation in the other man’s voice. He stepped closer, bringing his hand up to softly cup Leon’s cheek. Leon had half a mind to slap the touch away, but it felt kind of nice, and he might’ve even leaned a little bit into it. Just a little. Only barely. “I wanted to make sure you’re alright,” Chris went on in a mere whisper. Then he frowned, his voice firmer again. “Fuck, you’re really burning up.”

Leon sighed, allowing his eyes to fall shut. “I kind of really feel like shit.” He surprised even himself with the admission, not usually the first person to admit it when he wasn’t at his best. Damn cold, fucking with his mind, too. There went his resolutions of never showing weakness in front of anyone.

“Then let’s get you to bed.” Chris had always been a man of action and even now, he didn’t hesitate before unceremoniously wrapping an arm around Leon’s waist to walk him to the bedroom. He tucked him to bed, before disappearing into the kitchen only to return some time later with a heated bowl of soup that he told was from Claire. (‘She told me to tell you she made it. But don’t worry, it’s edible, she bought it.’) He even made tea, and shrugged off Leon’s “when did you become such a mother hen?” with a good-natured grin and nothing else.

Eventually Chris appeared back into the doorway of the bedroom, stopping there to lean against the doorframe. “I should get going.” Somehow the words were more a question, less a statement, as if he wasn’t sure if he could afford to leave Leon alone already. He’d literally spent a couple of hours in the apartment already, while Leon had been dozing off, dutifully staying under the covers after getting most of the soup down and finishing his tea.

“Thanks,” Leon managed, even offering a smile he hoped seemed genuine instead of just delirious from fever. “Appreciated.”

Chris didn’t answer, only fidgeted with his jacket a little, reluctant to leave even though he was basically already dressed and ready to step out. After a good moment he sighed. He kicked off his shoes, each landing on the floor with a thud that sounded oddly loud in the silent apartment. His jacket followed, thrown haphazardly onto the dresser. “C’mon, move.” First the words were accompanied by a soft nudge, but when that gained no reaction it was followed by a more demanding push.

Confused, Leon craned his neck to look over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

There was no answer, not before Chris managed to make himself comfortable on the mattress. He took his time, too, wriggling in his place and shifting several times, until finally settling with a content sigh. He was so close they were almost touching, his breath warm against Leon’s neck when he finally answered. “Sleeping. What else.”

Leon huffed out a laugh. “If you sleep that restlessly, you might find yourself on the floor rather sooner than later.” He tried to play it off as a joke, but he was suddenly wide awake, all traces of sleepiness gone as if they were never there. It wasn’t like he had the best track record with relationships to begin with and this… whatever this was between them, was wildly different from anything he’d gone through.

But he craved. He yearned. He surprised even himself with how badly he didn’t want to screw this up. So he tried to relax, closed his eyes and hoped he could force himself to fall asleep. It wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, though, considering he’d been in life threatening situations that had gotten him less tense than this.

Leon almost jumped when suddenly Chris threw an arm around him, shamelessly pulling him closer as if it was the easiest thing in the world. “You think too much,” Chris murmured, apparently already almost asleep, even though he was still fully clothed and lying on top of the covers. That made Leon smile, and he didn’t argue. Instead he allowed himself to relax back against the other man’s solid chest, kind of hoping that the covers wouldn’t be there between them.

He’d probably never been held like this. Yet it’s definitely something he could get used to.

Sleep came surprisingly easily. And for the first time in ages, the night terrors stayed away.

*

The first thing Leon realized when he blinked his eyes open was that his headache was gone. The second thing was that he could actually breathe easier, and that he wasn’t hurting quite as much as he had when he’d fallen asleep. The third, coming slowly after the first ones, as his brain gradually kept crawling towards proper consciousness, was that there was an arm around him.

Automatically Leon tensed, but then the happenings of the previous evening came back to him and he slowly allowed the tension to seep off him, relaxing into the embrace. Chris was a warm, solid presence right there next to him, and if he was honest with himself he was afraid to even breathe for the fear of shattering the delicate moment.

“How’re you feeling?” Chris muttered in a low, sleepy voice, shifting until his lips were practically brushing against Leon’s ear with how close he was. “Want me to get you anything?”

“No,” Leon answered the latter question first, even gave the smallest of headshakes. He couldn’t help but smile. All of the irritation from the previous day was gone, vanished like it had never been there to begin with. Belatedly he realized he hadn’t answered the first question, and with a hum he went on. “I’m fine.” And this time? This time he actually meant it.

Chris shifted and patted Leon’s chest with his hand, leaving it there, his palm over Leon’s heart. “You mind if I stay?” he asked, and there was something… almost hesitant in his voice. Almost something nervous. As if he was expecting to be thrown out of bed any second.

And Leon couldn’t have any of that, not now. Even though he was wrapped in blankets he somehow managed to turn around, until they were face to face, and with Chris’ arm still around him. “You don’t need to even ask, Chris,” he said, as earnestly as he could, “You’re always welcome. I’m sorry I was so…”

“Unbearably grumpy?” Chris hazarded a guess as Leon trailed off instead of going on. He was smiling, though, obviously not holding any grudges. “It’s fine.”

“Still,” Leon sighed. They really hadn’t done this whole relationship thing for that long yet, and although they’d been friends forever before that they’d never really been ones for long heart-to-hearts. Talking about feelings was something they were learning. Slowly. Together. “Thanks for staying.”

Chris leaned in and pressed his lips against Leon’s forehead, the touch barely there but still enough to make Leon’s heart feel like bursting. When Chris pulled back he hummed thoughtfully, even wrinkled his nose a little theatrically. “You could use a shower, really.”

“Ouch,” Leon chuckled, pushing at Chris’ chest to get some space between them. Only a little, though. Never too much, not when he was enjoying his own personal space heater so very much. “Are you telling me I stink?”

“No,” Chris immediately denied, with even a quick headshake. Then a grin slowly spread on his face. “I just thought you might invite me to join you.”

“Isn’t that a little presumptuous of you?” Laughter was laced into Leon’s voice, clearly audible within every word he said. Chris didn’t even give him an answer, only looked at him with a raised brow, as if he was gracious enough to give him some time to realize the error in his question. So Leon gave in. “Yeah you’re right. Wanna take a shower with me?”

This time, Chris leaned in and stole a quick kiss, despite what was probably horrendous morning breath on Leon’s end. So much for the romance. Not that Chris seemed to mind, as he just smiled brightly. “Oh I thought you’d never ask!”

[mahariel-theirin]

The Wayhaven Chronicles MC: Diana de Leon

- Please imagine her rolling up to murder scenes in bright flower print shirt tucked into skinny jeans, paired with high-heeled combat boots

“Detective, we have another body.”

“Let me get my detective outfit.” *puts on leather jacket on top of breezy flower print shirt*

- Only wears dark clothing if on patrol or stake out or any other stealth-related missions.

- If the entire Wayhaven town has 10 brain cells, Diana owns 4 while Verda owns another 4. Tina owns 1. The last is divided among the citizens. 

- Stats

- Ongoing fight for dominance with Adam has no end in sight, despite their growing friendship.

- Choker in pic is a gift from Mason. He won it at the Carnival. 

- Knew from the beginning that UB are something else. She never forgets a voice and she knew 100% it was Adam she shot that night in the werehouse.

- Doesn’t hold a grudge against Rebecca being MIA most of the time mostly because she’s independent.

- Minimalist apartment. You wouldn’t know someone lives there if it weren’t for the book and movie collections.

- Flirts with Falk even with Mason standing right there.

- Greatest regret: dating Bobby.

[glare0322]

sooo i was rereading overlord protocol (cause of quarantine) and completely forgot about shelby’s nightmares of wing dying and how alone she felt. i thought, hey what if those nightmares never stopped and one thing led to another ending in this short story being created...

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length; 1,760 words

pairing; wingelby (but shing or unconventional tactics is the better ship name don’t at me)

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The darkness dripped into an all-too familiar scene. Slow crashing of the waves against their wooden boat, the night sky painted with deep blues swirled into blacks dotted with glimmering stars, the overbearing salty smell of the ocean, the nightlife making their unique sounds all around them. His dark eyes catching the light of the sky, a peaceful smile that only grew whenever he caught yet another glimpse towards her, the white amulet standing out against the otherwise dusky scene.

Shelby loathed it all. The terror had driven her to despise this picture perfect setting.

A sigh escaped into the air before the most unpleasant moment unrolled. On cue, he reached for her hand gazing out onto the skyline as he did. Shelby gripped onto his hand tight, trying to conjure all the strength she had to maintain a solid grip he could not break from. Maybe just maybe if she held on, the story would play out differently. Tears were already finding their way onto her redden checks as her cloudy sapphire eyes looked up to him.

He was so content which made her already torn state more apparent. She should be grinning just like him, but that was impossible under these circumstances. "My mother used to tell me stories of the sea," he started as Shelby silently mumbled the familiar sentence. "Simple Chinese folklore you could find in any children's book, yet the way she told them never ceased to bring the characters out of the pages and into life."

Her heart ached as she realized the final outcome would still be inevitable even if she had a grip of steel. The evidence was piling up by the second: past experiences never changing, the destination, and worse of all were his words. Shelby could site his calm-toned sentences from having heard them rattle in her head for days on end before. So when the final sentence was delivered, her blood ran cold. "She would have loved to meet you," she said in sync with him, matching every detail of his sentence expect for the tone. While he had spoke a sentence laced with love only allowing a small pane of sadness to shine through, her rendition was much more somber.

The warmth that came from his hands was gone almost as quick as she dove into the deep ocean to follow him. She kicked as hard as her legs willed her, making sure to never let him out of her sight. Her lungs burned with the need for air along with her muscles now screaming from exhaustion. She could not give up, not yet. However, no matter how much she willed, he was disappearing into the shadows far too quickly for her to catch up with him.

"Wing!" she screamed allowing the water to entrap her lungs. Shelby reached for his hand and felt a small snap as he descended far beyond her reach, never to be seen again. She did not have any air and the water now clogging her airway only intensified the pain. Pushing through the overwhelming discomfort, Shelby made her way back to the surface and soon found herself back where their boat should have been.

As usual, the wooden boat was long gone and unable to comfort her crushing loneliness. This time, the loneliness came with an even more frightening moment. Sitting in her tightly closed hand was Wing's amulet from his mother. The white comma shaped charm stood out like a sore thumb against the pitch black water.

Why did she have it?

Shelby never got a hold of it. The scene usually went that he disappeared leaving her completely isolated, but this time differed. The amulet that sat in her hand spoke two messages to her. The first comforted her. Shelby's frantic mind jumbled together that maybe it was a sign of hope; that he would always be there for her. Yet as the thoughts arranged themselves the true meaning presented itself clear as day.

Wing would be gone and no matter what she did, it would stay that way. There was no saving him.

The tears returned as she slowly drifted with nothing but a reminder of her failure. Soon they turned from silent tears to full sobs as the loneliness set in like usual, only this time it was amplified by the amulet.

✇ ✇ ✇

Shelby woke with a start, immediately sitting up in her bed. Her irregular, quick breaths filled the room, over powering her roommates soft snores from across. Just as they were present in her nightmare, the hot, heavy tears were now tumbling onto her gray bed comforter making their arrival onto it present with small temporary stains. She swallowed hard as she tried to slow her rapid breathing, yet was unsuccessful.

'Just as I was in saving Wing' she thought trying to wipe away the tears before they overtook her bed sheets. Her eyes, still lingering with tears, drifted over to her Blackbox and slowly she reached for it. The time read 5:47 A.M. and she slumped into bed. There was way she was going back to sleep, so she was left there to wallow in her feelings of abandonment and failure. Shelby hastily thought of something to escape her feelings for a little longer. She knew that they were allowed to leave their rooms in a couple of minutes and Shelby already had a destination in mind.

As she got out of her bed, Laura's almost quite snores once again reigned over the room. Shelby gazed over to her roommate and a comforting smile found its way to her face.

A textbook for Advanced Villainy Studies sat open in her lap with one of her freckled hands rested on the pages along with her Blackbox, now with a black screen, sitting right beside it. As she made her way towards their bathroom, Shelby thought of Laura and Otto's most recent project: a secret channel just for them to talk on. It would take a genius to accomplish it, so it was a good thing there were two geniuses working on it. Both of them knew if they were successful, there was no possibility to keep it hidden for longer than a week.

The painful memories of her nightmares began to catch up with her as she quickly turned into the bathroom with her uniform in hand. When Shelby caught a glimpse at herself in their mirror, her gloomy feelings only worsened. Her messy blonde hair now being accompanied with puffy eyes and streaks along her cheeks where her tears were still carefully gliding down.

As if it were any morning, she got her uniform on and brushed out her bed head. Leaving the bathroom, she grabbed her Blackbox and headed straight for the door.

The sound of water from the waterfall in the accommodation area immediately sent her back to her previous terrors in the ocean. The strong emotions haunted her as she stepped out into the hallway to take her to the huge cavern that was accommodation area seven.

✇ ✇ ✇

The LED light in the room strained her eyes, just a little as Shelby stepped into the room full of equipment for training. Her hand traced the seem of the punching bag before she got into a ready stance. Just like she had done many times over, her fist collided with the bag swinging it back just a little.

The loneliness, sadness, and fear had finally reached her and there was no possible way of outrunning them now. She concentrated on her blows to the bag as if it was her nightmares that she was beating instead of the punching bag.

She wanted them to stop pestering her. The previous emotions swirled into anger as her punches became faster with more power behind them.

The peaceful look he gave her as he told his story and eventually his final line.

Another strong hit to the bag.

The chilling water engulfing the both of them and soon taking him away from her reach.

One more powerful swing at the equipment.

And that stupid amulet taunting her failure.

As she went to deliver another hit, a hand cut in front her causing her to punch that person's palm rather than her target. Her breath hitched as she prepared to tell off the person for getting in her way. However, once her fiery blue eyes met his she recoiled back a little.

"Your poor technique caused these," Wing told her mentioning her bloody, scraped knuckles that she had not even noticed. Shelby has been so focused on her nightmare that she had neglected the pain now coursing through her hands.

"Guess Ms. Leon is not going to be happy her best student is suffering an injury that will effect her results on the test today," she joked trying to distract him from her distant state, or her tear stained cheeks.

Although a small smile found its way to his face, his eyes still were serious and full of concern. "Shelby, what happened?"

How could she answer? There would be no way to convey her hidden pain and concerns of her terrifying nightmares to him. The overbearing loneliness she felt after he disappeared or fears now surrounding that pendent hanging from his neck. Her nightmares have now ruined something she has to see every day; it's mockery from her night terrors carrying over to real life.

"Well..." she began as her eyes trailed down to the floor. While looking at the floor she noticed him still holding her scraped hand with the same determination she had in her nightmares. Along with this, she became aware of the warmth from his hands and remembered how in the boat it disappeared right before he left. Anticipation built up as she waited for it to leave, just like it always did.

But it didn't. He was still there, patiently waiting her response to his question.

She felt that loneliness lift off her shoulders along with all the worries she had been escaping from all night and this morning. Shelby felt able to breathe normally, felt her senses return, and more importantly felt trust in the fact Wing was going nowhere.

Well until some psychopathic villain with a most likely well deserved grudge against the school came again.

"Come on big guy, I'll tell you as you bandage up my knuckles." Shelby let a smile along with a giddy feeling overtake her as she held onto his hand and led them out of the room.

[polygamyff]

34.

Since it all went down with Maurice, I get the feeling we are back on how we should be but it’s that feeling on how long will this last for. I don’t like that feeling to be honest, he’s clingy now because he feels I’m angry with him still but he’s not wrong I am, I just want to decide on this. I’ve been looking at jobs in New York and seeing what is there but the real issue is my mother, I have invited Leon over so I can break it to them. It’s more to see their reaction, to see if they don’t mind but my mom. I have always been around for her, she’s the one I run too. I love my dad a lot but my mom means everything to me, she is the one I cling too the most. When I get stuck in life she is there and I feel like she will say good but deep down feel upset, I don’t want that. I’ve always wanted to stay close to my parents, so I can go back there at anytime and then Reign will have her grandparents close, I just wanted that but I feel I need to do this for Maurice, he does want me close. I was waiting on him to be like oh no, stay here. He was more shocked, emotional and happy that I said it. I think it’s better if I do, less hassle on him. When he was telling me what he needs to do he was sounding so stressed about it, but it’s time to think of my family. Maurice calls me every morning, and night constantly making sure I am ok. He feels he will lose me, but I want him to feel that way. He should never be comfortable because then they take advantage and I do agree in some part with what he said, men do stray away when no woman is there. It does make me smile to think Maurice just coming home every night after work, he will be barely flying too so in that sense it’s a good thing but I am also a little nervous in saying this to my parents, I feel like they will be very upset in hearing such news because we are only a small family so me leaving will create a big hole in their life, Reign keeps them so entertained. I barely see my daughter because they are constantly taking her out, waking up for her, feeding her but I don’t mind it, they love her so much.

I thought I would cook for the family so I am preparing things for the meal, I am excited to see everyone. Also my parents are out, they left Reign with me because I goes it is too much taking her out constantly. I am waiting for my cake to bake, so I am kind of bored waiting on it. Reign is in her rocker on the countertop, looking over at Reign “hey baby” I laughed, Reign was already looking at me “was mommy ignoring you, sorry. I was reading on if I was doing it right, I mean I have baked before but I needed to make sure that is all” Reign gave me that gummy smile of hers, she smiles so much now “you are such a happy baby” my phone started ringing on the countertop, stepping to the side seeing Maurice’ name “it’s your dad, he is harassing me now. Shall I be nice to him?” answering the call “hello” it’s a weird time for him to call actually “hey Robyn, are you ok?” like he didn’t ask me that earlier “I am ok, you? Aren’t you busy at work?” I would think he is “yeah, I just got out of a meeting, the police called me. They found the cars, they need someone to go and get them. I said I would call you to do it” letting out an oh “that is good, but Maurice I don’t want a car that has been with god knows whoever” it’s not good “I understand, then you can sell it. Also you still thinking of coming to New York?” leaning against the countertop “uh yes, I am, actually I have a interview in one of the hospitals, they would like to meet me but I need to also talk to my old place of work, I have a lot to do but I’ve not changed my mind” I paused “yet” I added before laughing “I miss you though, I really want to see you and my daughter. How is she? Her little bald spot gone yet?” looking over at Reign, she is staring at the toys hanging off of her rocker “she is grumpy but my mom said it may be an idea to shave her bald and then regrow her hair, I am like it’s a little bald spot, it could literally be fine but I am trying some products and see if they work but I think they are, little baldy is grumpy but I am sure she misses you” she is not happy at all “it’s because she misses me but I don’t want a bald headed child, try and do something so we don’t need too. It’s weird because she was born with thick as fuck hair, I am sure she will be ok” it’s cute he is concerned over Reign’ bald spot “she will be Maurice, but I am breaking it to my mom tonight. You think she will take it well?” I asked “I think she will be upset, not even going to lie. You’re her only daughter, I know how much she loves you. You both are like best friends, it’s cute” smiling a little “see what happens, I will call you ok? I need to check on my cake” I don’t want to burn it now “without me?” he said “yes, without you. But soon, we will be together” not long left “I love you” he said in such a low tone “mhmmm, I do sometimes” I chuckled “bye” disconnecting the call.

Look at Maurice texting me links to homes, is he bored or something. Reign is asleep for her nap so let me check this out, tapping on the link and near choked on my tea. I dropped my phone to the side of me, placing my hand over my mouth as I placed my cup on the coffee table. I swallowed my tea “oh my god” I breathed out, is he crazy. Grabbing my phone from the side of me and looking at it again “fuck me” let me call this crazy ass nigga, he can’t be doing that. The call rang out but not for long “that was quick?” he answered “erm, what the fuck. Maurice, please it is too much fucking much. I can’t deal” holding my chest “but it’s New York, it’s expensive. Look I sent it you as an idea but it’s nice ain’t it? It’s a twenty minute drive from my office, you will be so close to me” I am in shock “but Maurice, that is sixty seven million!? Sixty fucking seven million, how are you so calm?” I don’t get it, the door opened in my home “we are here!! Mom and dad picked me up” Leon is here “but Robyn, that will be our home. Our forever home, trust me” I don’t like that it’s so much, sighing out “ok, just hold off ok?” he is being too quick “I will, my agent is giving me these you see but we will speak on it later. I can hear the diva in the background” Leon sat next to me “you are right, speak soon. Bye” disconnecting the call “and how are you? Look, my car is fucking broke, I am so angry so I called mom, she agreed to pick me up” Leon huffed out “I am ok, just missing Maurice. Reign has missed you” Leon rolled his eyes “she is nasty, eeww” he shuddered, I chuckled at him being a diva over a dirty diaper.

Leon is always so loud, I swear I love this boy so much “oh, oh my god. Robyn, I didn’t tell you but I am moving out, I am upgrading my apartment, somewhere that I can actually have a TV kept there, since you left them niggas robbed me so anyways, yes. I am moving, I am proud of me!” he yelped out “and I am proud of you, I don’t want you to continue to be robbed now, poor you. I am happy you are settled, you just need a man now” this is actually good news, to know my friend is moving upwards in life and to know he is settled, so I know he will not follow me to New York, he will visit and that is it. Seeing us all together kind of makes me nervous now, I don’t think they expect this to be happening, not leave Cali. Not me anyways, even when I had the choice of moving for my job I refused because it’s my home, it’s what I know and that will be all new to me. The things you do for love I guess “earth calling Robyn!” Leon said “she been like this for a few days now” my dad said, he has noticed “just thinking” I shrugged saying “I do have something to tell you all actually” Leon gasped “you bitch! You’re pregnant again? Maurice done got you pregnant in Dubai” he said and I just had to laugh “I am not pregnant thank you, I am on my period thanks but it’s something else. Once you all done, I will let you all know” my dad looks so concerned now “wow, I legit thought you was pregnant then” I won’t be having one of those in a while.

Reign is being a little diva, doesn’t want to settle with Leon so I am just holding her “what are you like, you got Leon all upset now. He holds grudges too you know” pressing a kiss to the top of her head “you damn fucking right too” I think she missed me, honestly she spends so much time with my parents “are we all sat down now, dad!” he is messing around, moving to the middle of the living room “I am here” I feel like he doesn’t want to hear it, he seems a little too quiet because he knows I am going to say something he doesn’t want to hear but he has no choice in this “so it is to do with Maurice and I and our future, with Maurice being In New York and me here, things have been hard for us. There has been pictures, gossip about Maurice that have upset me. I told Maurice to come here, he came and we had a disagreement. So things are not working out for us like this, this is just straining me, Reign and Maurice. So we spoke and we have decided together, more so me because I want to be with him, I am moving to New York, I think it’s what we need. Reign can be closer to her father and I can be closer to Maurice to be there for him” my mother smiled at me, a little teary eyed “you’re scared he will cheat on you that is why you are moving” here my dad goes “you right, when you leave men alone that is what happens. I wouldn’t see him cheat on me but he flirts a lot, you know what dad, support me” he is so negative “this is your fault Terry, she is going because of you. You have done nothing but put mess in her mind to go with that man! Now she is leaving us, you pushed her away” frowning at my dad “no, I am going to be with my man. This has nothing to do with you or mom” my mom got up and walked over to me “I am happy for you” she hugged me “and for Reign, you both will be so happy” I grinned “I will miss you bitch, aww I can’t believe it. You did mention it to me but I didn’t think you would have!” Leon said as he walked over to us “I am going to miss seeing your face but friend, you do you. You go and make your little family, it is your time, ain’t that right mom?” Leon wrapped his arms around my mom “he is right Robyn, I will miss you both so much but it is your time, you have your own life” staring at my mom’ face, I know this woman so well, I know she is lying to me “thanks” I said in a whisper “my baby girl” she kissed my forehead, looking over at my dad and he is not happy.

Staring down at Reign, she is drifting off to sleep slowly, her eyes awaken but then close. She is trying to fight her sleep but mommy got her, I gave her a nice bath and all of the snuggles so she will be sleeping. Reaching my hand up, my finger lightly touching her forehead. I am in awe with her, she has bought me so much joy when I have been down. After what I told my parents, besides my dad they seem very happy for me and I can only want their happiness for me. They understand why, I understand why so I guess it will be happening but I know my mom, I will need to speak to her alone, well when she actually comes down. My mom and dad have been in their room for a while now, they ain’t asleep at all because they don’t just go to sleep without having a glass of wine together and a talk, so I kind of figured they are speaking on me “let us go to our room” getting up from the couch slowly with Reign in my arms, my stomach is so sore because of this period. Making my way up the steps, I think I will put her in my room. I feel like Reign wants to be near me, she been unsettled a little so I want to know she is ok, she can feel me close. Sticking my tongue out as I slowly tried to open the door, I don’t want no sudden movements to wake her now. Walking over to the bassinet “love you so much” pressing a kiss to the top of her head, slowly placing her down into the bassinet. I hope she sleeps through tonight, I need the sleep because I am really tired with this period. Side eyeing my parents room, they being loud tonight and they rarely do argue or maybe they didn’t do it in front of me but then again they don’t know I am upstairs. Tiptoeing over to the door “so Terry, if that boy leaves her and she goes there, then what?” oh my dad is so overprotective “then we will be here for her, like you have always been throughout her life. You have been the best dad to her, she loves you” my mother said which she is not wrong, I do adore him, I am a daddy’s girl “I always wanted a second child, you know..” he drifted off “I always said we can adopt” they old for that now, what is my mom on “and that makes a difference Terry” scrunching my face up “and you always here to remind me, thanks. You are jealous of that boy ain’t you” I don’t want to hear this, I rather not because you get burnt being nosey.

I would just go to sleep but I said to Maurice I would call him, I will facetime him this time around. Fixing my bun in the camera waiting on it to connect, he better hurry before I disconnect and go to sleep. I look terrible actually “hey Bonita, one minute. Hey, when you get the chance, I need some food sending up, the usual thank you” he bought the camera back onto his face “you look very fresh faced” he said smiling so wide which made me smile “well, I just did my skin care routine and this is the end glow. You like?” he is staring hard at his screen, I pouted my lips at him “it looks good, I like. It’s like when you got some good dick by me, the morning after. You got that glow to you” side eying him “you’re saying that so loudly, are you going back to your room now or something?” it looks like he is “uh yeah, I just left the office. My dad was here today again, we was going over what he wants me to do and what I want to do, you know with the family but that is it really, shares have gone up on the company, good right?” he is telling me things “uh right, I mean it’s going up, up is good right?” Maurice chuckled “then what is down?” why is he testing me “down is bad? It means you are going down?” I am trying here “Robbie” my mom knocked on my door, looking at my door “yes?” I said “goodnight baby, that is all” smiling wide “goodnight mom, love you” I cheesed hard, I love that woman “look at that smile, everything went well then?” I shrugged as I looked at my phone “I overheard my parents have a disagreement, my mom was saying like you should have adopted because my dad wanted another one, I mean I wondered why not but then my dad said something like, that wouldn’t make a difference but I kind of walked off then, didn’t want to be nosey” whatever they on about “oh right, it’s good you did. You not hear anything else right?” shaking my head “just that but my mom is somewhat sad I would say” Maurice let out an oh “don’t be nosey, it’s not good ok?” look at him being serious “what you going to do about it nigga? I can be nosey if I like” popping my lips “now what?” Maurice laughed “nothing, for now. But when you come to New York, I got you” rolling my eyes “whatever, my tummy hurt though, you need to rub it” like I am in real pain “why? What’s wrong with it?” I swear I told him “my period, I told you this” Maurice pulled a face “oh those, right. I will rub your pouch from a distance” he laughed out as he got off of the elevator “fuck you! I am not fat!” I spat, he ain’t shit at all “I didn’t say fat, I said pouch. Come on now” he sighed out “so, it’s time to take my suit off. Ready?” I nodded my head smiling “my favourite part, go on I am ready!” I can’t wait to see him

[nettyfawn-blog]

Coeur to Carousel 

Location: Basilica of Sacré-Coeur

Time: Spring 1910, Annette Michaeux is 8 years old

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, and hunger.

Word Count: 1,724

“I’m still hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“Because there’s never enough to eat.”

Annette is chewing on the last of her crust of bread, freckled nose raising to the sun as she looked up at the two older boys in their gaggle of half a dozen as they speak. The nuns of the Basilica Sacre-Coeur used jam today on their handouts -- she thinks it is blueberry, but she cannot be sure. It’s stale, but the jam does a good job of covering it up. It’s nice. A little extra treat for surviving another day and a perk of being poor and motherless..

“If we get our hands on a purse or a fat wallet we could get some jambon-beurre as big as our heads. Each of us. I saw a stand selling some down the hill--”

She continues to lick the last of the jam from her fingers, not quite willing to part with the taste yet. It’s always been the better idea to allow Anton and Hugo come up with the plans -- it’s not as if anyone would ever take her opinions into account anyway, seeing as she’s not only the youngest but also the smallest...She’s only half listening, but she has to admit that the idea of ham thrums a faint rumble in her stomach. However, she knows which part of the conversation comes next.

“Who’s gonna rope then?”

“Princess, of course.”

(It’s a nickname she’s earned around the circles of urchins, young pickpockets, and brothel wards. She had a tendency to chatter on about fairytales to anyone who would listen, whatever story Lusine has been spinning for her as she falls off to sleep. Princes and castles and giants and fairies…)

Annette whines from her seat on the ground against the shadowed basilica exterior, the stones cool from their shade on one of the warmer spring days they’d gotten after a terrible winter. She’s just shy of stamping her feet in protest.

“Why me? I did rope last time! And the time before!”

“Because you’re little. And cute. And people always stop for you,” Anton reminds her.

(Anton -- arguably their leader -- is a boy of thirteen, with dark hair and blue eyes. Five years from this moment, almost to the day, he will be Annette’s first kiss. It will not be one of her happier memories.)

“And you look the part today.”

That earns a scowl that the boys laugh at, the kind where she is attempting to look fearsome but unfortunately looks more adorable due to her stature. She’s offended, she’s just had a bath that morning after much nagging from Lusine, and her skin smells of rose water. However, her face is smudged with dirt and bits of jam on the corners of her mouth, and her curls are wild from running in the wind all morning.

“And there’s a beignet in it for you, if the bounty is enough.”

With a grudging huff exhaled from her lips, they know they have her. Beignets were her favorites -- she could never pass the opportunity to have one.

“Come on then, let’s shop for a mark,” Hugo agrees, reaching down to take Annette’s hand and pull her to her feet.

(Hugo had always been her favorite of the boys, more soft spoken and sensible in his plans. He’d always indulge when she wanted to play pretend. In less than a handful of years he’d join the army, too young, and be lost in the mud of some foreign trench in the war.)

Young faces peek out from behind the pillar to survey their options. Sundays are always the most busy at the Sacre-Coeur -- couples strolling hand in hand, families having picnics, musicians of all kinds and artists with easels painting the scenery…

“That one,” Anton concludes after a moment of passed suggestions among the miniature hoarde, pointing out a woman in a deep blue dress and a fine hat, She’s holding a parasol with black lace so intricate that Annette aches to simply touch something that pretty…

“She looks English.”

“Good. The English are dumb fuckers. She probably won’t even notice that it’s gone.”

The youths all laugh to each other as if they are masters of intricate humor. After a moment they recover, some pairs still breaking out in fits of giggles. Their band is a well oiled machine of foolery, and they all know their roles, so they emerge from their hiding spots one by one and mingle into the crowd.

“Put on a good show,” Anton reminds her, tugging on a handful of her hair as he passes in the , making Annette yelp in surprise and pain. She’s about to start after him with the intent of a wallop, mission forgotten and tiny fists clenched, when Therese grabs her by the collar of her dress and pulls her back into the shade.

“We’ll all meet down the hill at the carousel, alright?” Therese reminds her, licking her thumb to wipe the jam from the side of Annette’s mouth and making an attempt to flatter her hair. Annette growls in disdain and swats her hands away.

(Therese is older by four years has the same curls as Annette, only they are chestnut in color, and they share the same skin that is prone to freckling. She lives in a brothel with her own mother on the same street as Annette. Therese will be dead just shy of her eighteenth birthday. Strangled, in the bed of a patron. Annette will never know that they shared a father.)

“I know what to do.”

“Be careful.”

Annette scoffs as she remains the only one hidden by the architecture, muttering ‘I’m careful’ stubbornly under her breath to herself as she takes a step back into the shade. With several deep and rapid breaths, she works herself up to tears, cheeks rosy with the effort. She strides easily into the sunlight, making her way in the direction of the English woman who appears to be waiting for someone -- she makes use of her eyes, making them look wide and forlorn and lost.

She’s played this game dozens of times, but she’s gotten better at not anticipating the next move of the plan -- of Leon sprinting through the crowd, seemingly without warning, and knocking her down to the ground at full force where she lands at the woman’s feet. People in the near vicinity gasp as the little girl in the tattered dress with faintly red hair whimpers out in pain, knees skinned red and bleeding from the stone and palms scratched raw from catching herself. The pain makes it easily for the tears to come fully and spill over her rounded cheeks.

“You poor dear!” The woman in blue coos with concern as she steps to the young girl, extending a hand to pull her carefully to her feet. “Are you alright? Where is your mother?”

“I cannot find her!” Annette sobs in performance, the language barrier working effectively as the woman asks if she can speak any English. “I am so lost! Help me, madame, please! I am frightened!”

With that, Annette flings her arms around the woman with a wail, burying her face into the skirt with effective, yet fake, tears of distress. The woman is taken so off guard by the sudden outpouring of emotion that there’s no way for her to prevent Anton, quick as lightning, yanking the handbag from her wrist and taking off down the stairs and darting between day revelers before she has the chance to object.

It’s always Netty who must be quick escape the aftermath.

While the woman shouts to police nearby, a man grabs Annette’s by the wrist in an attempt to prevent her escape. Luckily, her teeth clamping down on his hand make quick work of that problem, and soon her small form escapes into the crowd. Thin legs spin beneath her as she takes off as fast as she can down the steep stone steps of Sacre Coeur. It doesn’t help that she’s bleeding -- that Leon pushed her far harder than what was necessary and that every stride makes of shoots of stinging pain. Plus, one of her shoes has been falling apart for days and how now at this moment decides to give up the ghost, its strap breaking flying off her foot and causing her to stumble over the edge of a step and in danger of falling down dozens of stairs that would hurt far more than skinned knees--

When she is swiftly caught by the elbow and pulled back to balance.

“Steady on.”

For a moment, Annette clings to her savior for reassurance like a frightened kitten without looking at their face, breathless and hands shaking as she clings to the white shirt sleeves waits for her stomach to catch up with the rest of her.

It can’t be a long moment, but it feels like it.

“You look hurt, do you need help?”

It’s then that Annette can hear the police whistle and the angry commands of ‘STOP’ in her native tongue. Any head start she had, she’s lost due to her fumble.

“I am fine, Monsieur,” she answers in French, flashing a smile through her panted breaths at the young man who caught her. He can’t be much older than sixteen, not yet a man. Dark hair. Well dressed and tailored. English accent, with skin that seems to glow bronze in the sun. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen eyes as dark as his before, and it takes another police whistle (closer now) to remind her where she needs to be.

“But your shoe-- You’re bleeding--”

“I’m fine,” she chirps in repeat as she back away from him, watching the police near over his shoulder from one flight in the distance.  “Thank you for catching me --”

And with that, she’s off once more with a squeal, leaping off the stairs for the safer path down the grass of the hill as the officer storms past the young man in pursuit.

She’ll reach the carousel uncaught, and she’ll be met with shouts of praise from her cohorts. She will get the beignet she was promised and eat it in three bites.

(Annette Micheaux thinks she met Bhari Sinclair for the first time the night she fell into his lap at the Moulin Rouge. However, she isn’t correct.)

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NAME: A girl is no one.  STAR SIGN: Aquarius (like Tom; yo HOLLA).  HEIGHT: 5‘7″. I think.  WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? A girl is no one.  PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 4 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?  I used Spotify with a playlist of my favorite music at the moment: “Hallelujah” by Noah Kahan, “Nobody Cares” by LEON, “Cold, Cold Heart” by Hank Williams, and “Honky Tonkin’” by Tom Hiddleston. It didn’t even get to my boat loads of Queen and ABBA. I’m disappointed.  GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17? “’... I terminated the radar and transitioned it over to ASDE.’”(from “The Strain” by Guillermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan)  EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? Once. That I know of. Any others, @who-killed-the-king?  WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? Air guitar? Fam, I play actual guitar.   WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? Tom Hiddleston, Jessica Chastain, Cate Blanchett, and Benedict Cumberbatch. They are four of my five huge crushes, in general.  WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE + SOUND YOU LOVE? I hate the sound of construction. I love the sound of thunderstorms.  DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? Absolutely. HOW ABOUT ALIENS? Yes, but not in traditional green men.   DO YOU DRIVE? Yup.  IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? No. Never. Thank goodness.  WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? I’m currently reading “Magpie Murders” by Anthony Horowitz.  DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? I don’t like it, but I don’t despise it, either. It just... exists.  WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? Last movie I finished was Carol. Last movie I actually saw was Infinity War (I fell asleep watching it last night).  DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? Writing fanfiction. Loki. Iced coffee. Makeup. Food. Books (I’m finally reading them after getting out of my depression).  DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? It really depends on what has been done, and who has done it. If it’s someone I hold dear, and it was a mistake or a misunderstanding, of course I won’t. But if it’s something serious, then yes.   IN A RELATIONSHIP? I have a mental relationship with 5 people. Not at the same time. This sounds...... so much worse than what I meant.