#Leon knew he made a mistake as soon as he kissed her on their wedding day but she was already pregnant so he’s stuck with her

[pastelchad]

Ok yeah Capcom gave a hint that he would have been happier as a cop with the release of that Cop Leon costume in the re4 remake bc they got rid of the dark undereye circles but I call BS. Look at him.

He’s just as dead inside in this timeline. This is the face of a man who sold his soul for a police pension and a loveless marriage with a former mean girl turned nurse.

I know it’s common for RE fans to lament the fact that Leon never got to live his dream of being a cop but I feel like he was going to have a severely rude awakening resulting in the loss of his innocence either way. His chief of police was a serial rapist and murderer who liked to taxidermy his victims’ bodies. In an AU where umbrella never existed and there’s no zombies he most likely would have been harassed/threatened off the force bc he tried to expose Irons.

[fang-and-feather]

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Rating: T

Category: M/M, mentions of F/M, Multi

Relationship: Karno/Leon, past Karno/Leon/MC

Prompt(s): Day 20 - Grief from @polyamships

Summary: Leon and Karno try to support each other after MC's death, especially when Karno is struggling more than he expected.

Angsty fic about Karno and Leon after MC's death. Somewhat bittersweet ending. Although it ended up being lighter than I expected.

@voltagefandomproject

AO3 Version / Star-Crossed Myth Masterlist / General Masterlist

These days, whenever Leon didn’t find Karno working, or occasionally with the kids, he knew where his lover would be, standing alone by his late wife’s grave.

This time, instead of confronting him, Leon just approached and hugged Karno from behind. He knew he wasn’t the most comforting, sweeter or even romantic partner that would know what to say or do to make things better but, for once he just tried to be there.

“I’m fine.” Karno gripped one of his hands gently.

He always said that but, since she died, all he ever saw Karno do was work or isolate himself like this and Leon didn’t know what hurt the most, the actual loss of their human partner or the figurative loss of his boyfriend. Because as much as Karno acted normal in front of others, as much as he said he was okay, that he knew it would happen and that he was prepared for it, Leon could see right through the facade and how broken Karno truly was inside.

And that made Leon’s feelings worse, because it looked like he lost both of them.

I warned you. Sometimes he felt like saying, not only to Karno but to himself.

He knew getting close to a human like that was a mistake. That was why he had given up on her the first time and tried to stop Karno when he tried. In the end he failed to do it, only to, later, fall in love with her all over again - and falling for Karno too, but his only regret about it was taking too long to realize - and become a part of their family.

But Leon always managed to push these angry outbursts away and, as much as he wasn’t the most comforting god out there, and as much as he was hurting too, he did his best for Karno’s sake.

Their partner’s last words had been for them to make each other happy, not that Leon needed her to tell him that. He was determined to do so because he loved Karno. Although, of course he would respect her wishes.

“You were the one who married her, but she was as precious to me as she was to you, and as you are to me. Why are you trying to bear this alone? Do you think you can’t rely on me?”

“I just didn’t want to burden you with my feelings when I know you’re hurting too. You always make yourself seem strong, but I know you’re not invincible.”

“And you’re not, either. So, next time, talk to me.”

Maybe he wouldn’t be able to say or do anything except for distracting Karno, but the fact his partner didn’t even trust him to try frustrated Leon.

If he wasn’t invincible, he would make himself to be, for Karno. Simply having Karno confide in him would make Leon feel better.

Leon relaxed his hold when Karno moved, allowing his partner to turn around to face him. But Karno immediately looked down, eyes fixing on the ring that hung from the chain around Leon’s neck.

His girlfriend had given it to him before she died, asking him to promise to look after Karno.

A proof they were equally connected as Karno was to her, she had said.

“Do you want it back?”

Leon had never asked Karno how he felt about the exchange. It was Karno’s wife’s wedding ring, after all.

“No. She gave it to you for a reason, and I’m sure she is happy you are wearing it. Even if the ring doesn’t fit you.”

Karno put a hand over the ring, and Leon placed his hand over his, releasing Karno so he could guide his boyfriend to look at him.

Their lips met in a soft kiss at first, that Leon soon deepened.

They could talk later. For now, he just wanted to feel Karno close to him.

Time and openness with each other really made the pain lighter and the happy memories more significant. The grief process was easier by each other’s side.

They would never forget or stop missing their partner, but life returned to a semblance of normalcy.

Until time decided to bring another change. One that they knew could happen and, as gods who granted the wishes of humans, they were sure to notice.

They couldn’t tell how much time had passed when she was reincarnated. But Leon was worried about Karno, who seemed especially drawn to her.

Although she didn’t look much different from her past life, Leon knew she was a different person. She had her own life and wouldn’t ever remember them.

Karno insisted that he understood that, but Leon noticed how his boyfriend always watched this new girl, granted her wishes.

When Karno went to Earth for the first time in years, Leon followed, to find his boyfriend watching the young woman.

“I told you. You shouldn’t approach her.” Leon walked to Karno’s side and laced their fingers together. “You always say you are the responsible one, but now I feel like I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“I wasn’t going to talk to her. She was making a wish… She is another person now, but she hasn’t changed.”

“You know that, even if she did remember us, you would just set yourself up for more suffering when she dies again… for how many times? And even if you don’t approach her, you are growing attached.”

Karno turned to him.

“Don’t you feel tempted, at least to talk to her?”

“More than you can think.”

“I want to at least make sure she is happy, for how many lives she still has ahead. Even if she is another person; if she doesn’t remember, she is still the other third of us. Our souls will be drawn to each other forever. But as long as she is happy and I have you, everything will be fine.”

Leon sighed. Karno had always been like that. He wouldn’t be convinced to change his mind. The only thing he could do was support his partner.

“Then I’ll watch over her with you.” Karno looked at him in surprise and Leon flashed him a mischievous smile. “Now, how will you thank me, my Vice-Minister?”

Not that he needed a reward. Making his partner happy was enough. But he was also in the mood for a much needed time alone.

Leon actually liked the idea of watching their girl, even if they couldn’t be with her. Karno was right, he still felt as if she was theirs. So he would be happy to do so forever. As long as they had each other, it wouldn’t be so bad.

I have half a mind to continue this later

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[softdadcarlos]

(You’re) Having My Baby

Masterlist

Fandom: Resident Evil/Biohazard

Pairing: Jill/Carlos

AU: Family Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...I think my water just broke…”

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

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

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

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

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[headoverjojo]

I apologise if this has been done but my mum woke me up from my dream about marrying Bucciarati this morning and I was acc. pissed, the dress was satin and everything and had gaudy jewellery and stuff, FFS mum So please could I have some marriage hcs or scenario, whichever is easier, for Bruno since my mum decided to destroy my dream 😴 💭👰💍🤵 👌😂⏰

Hello there! Oh god it was so goooooood to write it! Bless you and your request :,) (but Mum, please, next time let the dream end!!)

Bruno Bucciarati’s wedding

Bruno got up way earlier than usual. He just didn’t feel comfortable sleeping alone, without your warmth and body pressed against his, without feeling your breath and heartbeat. He sighed, rubbing his face, to chase away the last trace of slumber, and got up to open the window, inhaling deeply the still chill air. The city was still sleeping and the breeze brought smell of salt and sea and the faint voices of the fishermen who were heading back to the harbor with boats full of fishes. He smiled a little, closing his eyes for a moment: it was all so familiar… it was like his long passed dad too wanted to wish him the best for his wedding.

The thought of it made his heart leap in his throat. He was going to wed… the smile grew bigger and a bit nervous: he couldn’t deny to feel a little tense too, even if mostly he was happy beyond imagination. He tried to relax, even if his mind was always setted to the “Capo mode” and was thinking about all the possible scenarios: what if the bride wouldn’t want to marry him anymore? What if something would have got in the way? Anything could happen, even horrible things…

“You’re thinking too much again, Bruno.” Bruno snapped back, hearing Leone’s voice. His best man approached him, leaning on his forearms, near him. For few minutes they watched the sky slowly changing from blue, to grey, to a soft azure, while the sun rose, in a companionable silence. Then, Abbacchio talked again, quiet.

“It will go all well. Y/N loves you more than anything, so she’ll not run away. And it was all perfectly organized, so nothing out of ordinary will happen and, if it will happen, Trish and Giorno will destroy it. You know that nothing could ruin the wedding they had organized.” he said, managing to make Bruno chuckle and loose up a little.

“How did you know that those were exactly my fears?” he asked, still chuckling. Abbacchio huffed a little, passing a hand through his hair still tied in a bun, trying to smooth them.

“Because I know you and those were the same fears I had when I married. You told me the same things, you know.” he replied, friendly squeezing the Capo’s shoulder. Bruno smiled, nodding lightly. He was right…

“Now, come here. You have to eat at least something and then dress, before the chaos will be unleashed.” the taller man invited, stepping away from the window. Bruno followed him down to the kitchen, where Fugo and Giorno, still with the curlers on, were preparing breakfast. They smiled, welcoming the husband-to-be, and all together ate the meal.

“Narancia, Guido and Trish?” Bruno asked, sipping his coffee. He knew you were already awaken: he had heard your window opening and your voice talking to someone on the phone, probably a relative or a friend, and he had had to physically restrain himself from going to see you.

“Narancia is still sleeping, so please leave some chocolate biscuits or he’ll whine all day, Mista’s already out and Trish has brought breakfast to Y/N and is helping her to dress up.” Fugo answered, mixing his cappuccino. Bruno nodded, with a deep breath. If he closed his eyes, he could already see you in your beautiful dress -he didn’t know which one you had chosen: he just knew it was a satin dress, but he was absolutely sure that it would have been lovely on you-, your smile, your bouquet and then the ring at your ring-finger…

“Bruno, it’s getting late. Let’s go.” Leone said, noticing that his friend was spacing out again. Bruno blinked, nodding and getting up, while Fugo and Giorno were cleaning all up. He thanked them, then followed Leone upstair, stopping when he heard your and Trish’s voices coming from your room. It wasn’t closed well, a crack of light came from it, framing the floor. Just a little peak, just to be sure you were here, that you were going to really come to the altar…

Abbacchio covered Bruno’s eyes with his hand, dragging him to his room, with a sigh. Was he too like this on his own wedding?

“No peeks, Bruno, it brings bad luck.” he said, amused, closing the door. Bruno sighed, picking his suit out of the wardrobe, smiling a little when he saw again the little note that Y/N left on the pocket. “For the wedding morning: I can’t wait to reach you at the altar, Bruno. I love you. Y/N”, it warmed his heart and gave him the calm he needed. He slid off his night clothes and, after a quick shower, put on the black suit and, finally, the cuff links. He smiled again, remembering when he bought them, under your advice. “They’re dots with a tail, like the ones on your suit, but white! They’d fit well on the smoking, don’t you think?” you said, with a smile, convincing him to buy those. And oh how you were right: they perfectly fit.

“Do you think it will all go well, Leone?” he asked, breaking the silence. Abbacchio watched him, while he was fixing his hair in a low ponytail, before answering.

“Honestly? Marriage is made of ups and downs. There will be times when you’ll feel down, when you’ll have misunderstandings and quarrels. But you’ll find a solution. You already know how to work in a team, so you’ll do fine. It will go all well.” he answered, with a small smile. Bruno exhaled, nodding at him, his lips faintly curved in a smile, before braiding his hair as usual. His friend’s words helped him to calm down again: he was right. He and Y/N were a team, a duo that had already faced many downs but that always managed to get up again learning from past mistakes. They will have worked in team even more, after the wedding.

The clock finally reached 10 a.m.: it was time to go. The two came out of the room -Abbacchio had to drag Bruno away from your room again- and, downstair, they met up with Fugo, Giorno and a still yawning, even if already dressed, Narancia.

“Ok, so, you, Abbacchio, Narancia and Fugo go now. Mista is already at the church to check the last preparations. I, Trish and Y/N will come in more or less half an hour.” Giorno repeated, as it was a war plan. The four nodded and, after saying bye, they headed out.

The car ride was animated by Narancia and Fugo’s conversation. For once it wasn’t a brawl and Bruno was so relieved: he was nervous again, he wouldn’t want to snap at the boys. He even joined the convo a bit, trying to loosen up his nerves, but his heart galopped again when Abbacchio stopped the car near the church. It was all perfect: the sky was clear, the sun warm but not scorching, a light breeze refreshed the air, the flowers were all perfectly disposed -and there was nothing in group of 4, Mista minutely checked- and the guests were coming. Bruno welcomed every one of them, with a smile and a handshake. They were mostly part of your family, but he didn’t mind: his family was his team and they were all here, so it was fine.

Then, Bruno headed to the altar, taking a deep breath, stopping at the end of the nave, checking one last time the clock: it was almost 10.30 a.m. You should have arrived soon…

Abbacchio gave his shoulder a poke, when Giorno marched in the church and signaled to the organ player to play the wedding march. Bruno’s heart was beating so fast that he almost didn’t even hear the march, but he saw you, oh, when he saw you his heart exploded. He had to restrain himself from running and picking you up, repeating to himself that you soon would have been near him. He admired in complete awe the way the satin dress softly enveloped your body, so lovely, so perfect, how the exquisite jewels you chose made your beauty stand out even more, still remaining sober. He couldn’t believe to be so lucky, so blessed. His eyes clouded a bit, when he saw his same adoration in your eyes and the smile of pure happiness that graced your lips. If it is just a dream, he pleaded, please don’t wake me up…

Fugo, the one chosen to accompany Y/N to the altar, took your hand and gently placed it on Bruno’s, smiling at the two and muttering his congratulations, before withdrawing among the gang family. Bruno’s eyes were still on you, as much as yours, glued on your stunning eyes, on your smiling lips. God how much he would have wanted to kiss you, to hug you, to be sure it was all real…

The priest words flowed in a blur and, finally, it was the time of the promises. Bruno took a deep breath, both to loosen up his nerves and to prepare his voice. Watching you in the eyes, he promised to love you, respect you and support you in every moment of life, good and bad, until death. His voice broke a bit on the last words and you smiled, watching with teary eyes as he gently slid the ring on your finger, sealing the promise.

He smiled, happy and moved, drying a tear that escaped your control, and listened to your resolute, even if a little broken, voice while you declared the wedding promises. A watery chuckle escaped his lips, when he felt the ring around his finger, solid and real.

“And now I declare you husband and wife.” the priest declared, crumbling the last bit of Bruno’s control. He tried to contain himself but, as soon as the priest said he could kiss the bride, he finally gave in, gently taking your face in his hands and leading you into a sweet, sweet kiss, caressing your wet cheeks, smiling against your lips. He didn’t even hear the happy cheers from the guests: you were everything he was seeing and hearing, his world. And now it would have been forever.

[ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult]

Ink-Matty Healy Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Some sensuality and fluff

A/N: This is a sequel to the previous Matty Healy imagine I did. Hope you enjoy it!

   “Are you sure about this, Matty?” I asked, eyes glued to the framed black and white old school, traditional, and Japanese style tattoo examples that hung on the off-white walls in the back room of the tattoo studio.

   Matty was lying on the black leather reclining client’s seat, wearing a long-sleeve black shirt that hung off his body, showing off his previous chest piece, and tight black jeans. He seemed impossibly calm, but that could have had something to do with the cigarettes he’d smoked before we came in.

    “Positive, love. What better way is there to celebrate our anniversary than with a little ink?” Matty asked.

   “But it’s so...permanent.”

    “That’s the idea,” Matty said. “I told you that you didn’t have to come.”

    “I wanted to. Thought I may as well be supportive.”

    Matty gave me that look that told me that he knew I was lying. Well, of course I was! Ever since he told me that his anniversary gift to me was going to be a tattoo on himself, I had been trying to talk him out of it. Since he had gotten tattooed before, the pain and permanent arguments were out of the window. So, I tried to tell him how research shows that it’s rare for couples to stay together after getting matching tattoos.

   “Well, we’ll prove them wrong,” he had said.

   Honestly, I did find it endearing how he thought we were going to be together for a long time, but I didn’t want him to get a tattoo that he would regret. If he broke up, he would look at it and be reminded of the stupid mistake that he made when we were together. However, I did hope that we wouldn’t have to break up ever especially after the whole debacle with my parents.

    Leon, the tattoo artist covered in colorful and interesting tattoos, walked in and sat in the artist’s stool next to his equipment .”So, you’ve decided on what you wanted?”

   “Yeah, I want Milady written across my right hand, right below the knuckles, in this,” Matty pointed to the script in the portfolio on his lap, “font.”

    Leon looked at it and nodded. “Can do.” He looked at me. “Nothing for you?”

    “No, no, I couldn’t.”

    “Why not? You’d look proper fit with one,” Matty teased.

    “We’ve already been over this: I work in a lab twenty hours a day, five days a week, and I need to look as professional as possible---no offense.”

    “None taken.”

    “I’m just here for support.”

    “Nice girlfriend,” Leon commented.

     “Thanks,” Matty said.

     Leon began doing the outline and I shifted my weight from one Stuart Weitzman over-the-knee boot to the other. The fact that Matty was getting a tattoo for me was not only sweet but solidified the whole “bad boy not worthy of me” idea my parents had of him. The brunch that my mother had invited me to after running into Matty and me was full of berating me for even speaking to a musician like Matty.

    “They’re no good, Y/N,” Dad said. “Why don’t you go out with that prince of Luxuemborg?”

    “Because he’s into race cars and I hate race cars. Besides, Mom, Dad, I really like Matty. He is a lot smarter and much different than what you think of him. Why can’t you give him a chance?”

    “Because he’s trash! He’s musician trash!” Mom exclaimed.

    “He is not trash!” I hissed back. “He is kind, sensitive, and has so much integrity that it’s amazing.” 

    “That’s what he wants you to think. As soon as you...sleep with him, he’ll throw you aside, and move on to the next girl.”

   “It sounds like you have experience with that, Mother.”    The look on my parents’ face was filled with horror. Never had I dared to insult or stand up to my parents before, but she had crossed the line. Matty wasn’t like that, at least, I hadn’t thought so at the time. 

   “You apologize to your mother this instant, Y/N,” Dad demanded.

   “I will when she apologizes to Matty.”

   After that, I hardly spoke to my parents outside of holidays and birthdays. Even though Matty and I were going strong for three years, my parents refused to take it seriously. I decided that it was their problem and not mine. I was happy to be with Matty and he pushed me out of my comfort zone----I needed that.

   He grabbed my hand as Leon started the tattoo gun. “Here it goes.”

   “You’re doing this for my benefit, aren’t you?” I said, my eyes trained on Leon’s hand as it got closer to Matty’s.

   “Of course.”

   “Now, you’re just going to feel a little sting,” Leon said.

    Matty didn’t even flinch and just watched Leon do his work while I couldn’t have been squeezing his hand harder. It was interesting to see Leon tattoo Matty since he was so graceful about it. 

    “I still can’t believe you’re doing this,” I whispered.

    “Too late to turn back now,” Matty said.

    “Why would you get this now? I mean, who knows what’s going to happen?”

     Matty eyed me. “Y/N, if I was going to break up with you, I would’ve done it a long time ago. Most people get sick of each other by this time but I find you interesting to be around. Sure, you can be a proper basket case sometimes but you’re also the smartest person I know. I couldn’t love you anymore if I tried.”

    Even though Matty had told me he loved me before on several different occasions, it was the way he said it then that made me so happy. He basically said that he was always going to love me and that made me feel safe because he felt the exact same way as me.

   “I know the feeling,” I muttered before pressing my lips gently against his.

   Seconds later, he let go of my hand to run his hand through my hair as he kissed me back harshly. I smiled into it and nearly forgot that Leon was still sitting there and I pulled away.

   “Sorry about that,” I said, feeling my cheeks get warmer.

   “Trust me, it wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s happened back here,” Leon said, still concentrating on his work.

   Five minutes later, Leon was wrapping Matty’s hand in shrink wrap and giving him after care instructions. Milady was written on Matty’s hand in a delicate, feminine font. It kind of reminded me of my grandmother’s signature; she had such beautiful handwriting.

   “What do you think, love?” Matty asked.

   “It’s gorgeous.”

   “Makes you want one, doesn’t it?” Leon teased.

   “Yeah, that’ll be the day.”

   As Leon and Matty chuckled, I couldn’t help but wonder “why not?”. If I got a small enough tattoo, I could easily hide it at work and no one would be the wiser. Plus, my parents would never have to know about it if I was smart with placement. 

   “Could you do it now, Leon?”    Then, Matty and Leon stopped laughing.

   “Uh, yeah, I guess, if you’re sure about it,” Leon said.

   “I’m sure.”

   “You do know that this is permanent, right?” Matty asked.

   “Of course,” I said as I laid down on the chair. “I want a small crown on my pointer finger.”

   “Like this?” Leon pointed out a cute little cartoon crown in his portfolio.

   “Exactly.”

   “Cheers.” Leon began sketching and Matty stood next to me.

   “You don’t have to do this for me, Y/N.” 

   “I’m not. I’ve always kind of wanted a tattoo so why not a crown?”

   “Sure, you are my queen.” Matty kissed my cheek.

   “And you are my king,” I teased.

   “All right, enough, enough. You can distract her after I get started.” Leon said as he drew the outline on my finger. “Looks good?”

   “Perfect.”

  “All right, I’m going to do the first line, tell me if there’s any issue and I will stop.”

   “Okay.”

   I leaned back and grabbed Matty’s hand since I would certainly need it in that moment. Part of me couldn’t believe that I was getting a tattoo. I used to think that only tramps and rock stars got tattoos but it seemed appropriate to get one. Plus, my parents would probably die if/when they find out about it. 

   “Okay, here it comes,” Leon said.

  I didn’t really feel anything as Leon drew on the first line----it just felt like someone was drawing on my finger but was digging in a little bit more.

  “You’re doing great, love,” Matty said.

  “Geez, you make it sound like I’m giving birth,” I said.

  “I suppose this is good practice for that, but you’ll probably break my hand in half when the time comes.”   I turned to Matty slowly. “You want to have kids? With...with me?”

 “Course, thought that was obvious.”

 It would’ve been more obvious if we had discussed having children earlier or ever during our relationship. For Pete’s sake, we hadn’t even talked about marriage! The idea of having children scared me with the whole idea of gaining fifty plus pounds, taking care of someone all the time, and having someone spit up on me regularly. 

  “No, it wasn’t.” I looked at his hand. “But, the idea of having kids with you doesn’t sound too bad.”

  Before I knew it, Leon was finished. He bandaged up my hand and told me to stay away from the sun and swimming for at least two weeks and Matty would help me with the rest. We paid and headed back out into the dreary London weather.

  “This has to be our most eventful anniversary: getting tattoos, talking about children,” I teased.

  “And who knows? Maybe we’ll get married.”   “Maybe. I would just want to wait because I want my parents to be there.”

   Matty groaned. “But we both know they hate me.”    “Hopefully, by the time we’re planning our wedding, we will be able to show them just how upstanding of a guy you are.”

   Matty’s smile faltered slightly. “Yeah.”

   “C’mon! There’s a brownie cake back at the flat with our names on it.”

   “Alright, I’m on it.”    Little did I know that Matty had a little surprise for me in his jacket pocket, inside a ring box, to be exact.