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pink-wooloo · 2 years ago

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"They're gone... They're really gone" for Piers, Leon and Raihan, please? (Tw for female Reader's death, because that's what I want!)

I got a little carried away with Piers, so I will divide this one into 3 parts so I can put as much effort into Leon and Raihan!

Regret || Piers x s/o passing away

TW: death, blood

You chuckled as you walked home. You just had an amazing date with your boyfriend, Piers, and you were walking home after spending the afternoon at his house. He had offered to walk you home but you denied, you told him that you would be ok, Spikemuth was always really peaceful anyway. Little did you know what would come for you.

You heard a weird noise, so you looked around to see what it was. You probably thought that Piers had sent a team yell member to look after you while you walked home, so after you took a look at your surroundings and found nothing, you stayed with your little theory and continued to walk home. But weird enough, you heard the sound once again, and it didn’t sound like a sound a normal human would make, Nah-uh, it actually sounded a lot like a pokemon. You shrugged, but this time, you were a little scared. You began walking home, but now at a much slower pace. Suddenly a malamar jumped in front of you and it had a huge piece of glass stuck in its torso. It sounded like the strange noises were a cry for help. And so, without hesitating, you approached it to tried and help it. You delicately grabbed the piece of glass in your hands and softly tried to pull it out, but apparently, the malamar thought you were trying to hurt it and with one of its sharp tentacles, it penetrated your chest. You fell to the ground as it run away, your vision was getting blurry and your chest hurt like crazy. After a few minutes, you ended up fainting and just staying there, in the middle of the road. A small pool of blood was creating around you.

About half an hour passed, you were still laying on the ground and nobody had found you because it was already late at night. A team yell member was running around because his nickit had run away. When he spotted you, he immediately started freaking out and just screaming for someone to come and help. More team yells members came and they appeared to be better at handling stressful situations because they immediately called an ambulance. They were trying to come up with a way to tell Piers what was happening, but no matter what, they were in need to tell him.

The rock star was fast asleep when he heard someone frantically knocking on the door and ringing the doorbell. He was really annoyed and decided to ignore it for a few seconds, but the knocking was getting more and more intense, so he had no other choice but to go open the door and see what was happening. He scratched his eyes as he got off the bed and walked towards the entrance of his house. Piers opened the door and was surprised by a team yell member.

“Blood!- hospital… we had to call an ambulance… you need to go!” The team yell member spouted desperately while trying to explain. Piers sighed, furrowing his eyebrows while scratching the back of his neck.

“Did you have a nightmare?” He asked crossing his arms as things like this had happened before. The guy shook his head and tried to calm down so he could explain to the gym leader what was happening.

“Y/N… I found her on the floor… and she was- she was bleeding! We had to call an ambulance” The team yell member said, more serene now. Piers immediately reacted in an alarming way. His eyes widened and he pushed the team yell member away without any mercy, he didn’t even think about him at all. As Piers ran, he could feel his heart beating faster and faster, he began to sweat and his head was hurting, he was just imagining the most destructive things he could come up with. And what’s worst is that he was not far from the truth.

He finally got to the hospital as it was not really far away from his house. He was panting and demanding the nurse in the lobby to see you. She told him multiple times that he was not direct family and he was not allowed to see you. But he was getting so demanding and so intimidating that she didn’t have any choice but to let him go see you.

When he got to the room where you were staying, he had to start holding back his tears. He couldn’t see you like this, it physically pained him. He sat right next to you, he held your hand close and just stayed there, without saying anything, he liked your smell a lot, it relaxed him, but in this situation, there was nothing that could call him down.

A few minutes later, tears started rolling down his eyes. He kissed your hand and just begged for you to wake up. Nonetheless, it didn’t work.

Doctors had put you in an induced coma as that tentacle had penetrated your lung. Piers would come around to the hospital every day. He would go there at 10:00 pm in the morning and leave roughly at 2:00 am every day for about 5 days straight. Without missing.

The doctors and nurses said you were going well and that you would recover soon. Sadly that’s not what happened.

It was a Thursday night, and the clock in the cold hospital room marked 9:00 pm. Piers was sitting next to you as he sang you soft lullabies. Piers took a deep breath, thinking about a lullaby he could sing to you next when he suddenly came up with one.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,

Please don't take my sunshine away.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping,

I dreamt I held you in my arms.

When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken,

So I hung my head, and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,

Please don't take my sunshine away.

I'll always love you and make you happy,

If you will only say the same.

But if you leave me to love another,

You'll regret it all one day.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,

Please don't take my sunshine away.

Please don't take my sunshine away.”

When piers finished singing, he couldn't help but shed a tear. He looked at you, realizing how pale you looked. Your cheeks used to be rosy red, your eyes would sparkle, and your mouth would be smiling 24/7.

“Please y/n, don’t leave me… You know I can’t make it on my own” He cried while holding your hand close to his chest. His tears would fall onto your arm. He really hoped that you would hear this, wake up and get better, but he knew that this was not a fairy tale and that was not going to happen. It actually happened the opposite.

As he cried, he realized that you were breathing shakily all of a sudden, and the Electrocardiogram was going off and making weird sounds. Piers began just screaming for a nurse to come while pressing the ‘Call the nurse’ button on the little remote next to the bed. It took them a little but they eventually arrived. One doctor had to push Piers away from you because he did not want to get out of the room. He begged to stay but they denied him and closed the door on his face.

“Fuck you” He whispered to himself.

A long time had passed and he wasn’t getting any news from you. The nervousness was getting the best of him, he couldn’t help but want to cry. He really wanted all of this to be over, he wanted to go home and cuddle with you and not let go for a year, he wanted to make you breakfast in bed, he wanted to do all these things.

He tried to clear his mind by imagining how he’s gonna pamper you when you get better, all the things you would do together, and all the precautions he was going to take, promising himself he was not going to let you get hurt ever again.

He was getting carried away with his imagination when a doctor got out of the room, his face was full of concern and Piers knew he was not going to get good news, although he just thought he was going to get something like ‘She won’t wake up soon’, ‘She’ll need to stay here longer’, or something like that.

“Sir… y/n has passed away,” the doctor said in a soft voice so he doesn’t sound harsh. But Piers wasn’t focused on that, he was more focused on crying. He couldn’t handle this, he just couldn’t. His little ray of sunshine had left him alone in the dark.

It’s been a month since your passing, and Piers would not come out of his room. He acted much more hostile and the only things he did were write songs, play the guitar, eat, sleep and cry. There is one song he wrote that he hates but loves at the same time. It’s so good, but every time he sings it, he just feels like he’s re-opening a wound and putting salt on it. Marnie had advised him to maybe go to the cemetery and sing the song to you. She says that it might feel liberating for him. He refused at first, but after a few days, he decided that he could not bear all this pain in his heart and needed to take it out somehow, and his little sister’s advice sounded like a pretty easy way to do it.

Everyone was surprised to see him out of his room. They thought he was never going to come out. But he was avoiding all fans and rejecting talking to them. He was walking quickly as he wanted to sing this as quickly as possible to let it all out.

It didn’t take him long to arrive at the cemetery and find your stone, as he had memorized it by heart. He sat down in front of your stone, he softly ran his fingers down the carved letters on it.

“I’m not trying to get emotional… I just wanted to sing you this song I wrote for you, doll” He pretended like he was talking to you. He took a little piece of paper out of his pocket, the whole song was written on it. He looked at the paper, took a deep breath, and began singing.

“The evil it spread like a fever ahead

It was night when you died, my firefly

What could I have said to raise you from the dead?

Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?

Well you do enough talk

My little hawk, why do you cry?

Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

Or the Fourth of July?

We're all gonna die

Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head

Was it all a disguise, like Junior High

Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction

Now, where am I?

My fading supply

Did you get enough love, my little dove

Why do you cry?

And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best

Though it never felt right

My little Versailles

The hospital asked should the body be cast

Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky

Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth

Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?

Shall we look at the moon, my little loon

Why do you cry?

Make the most of your life, while it is rife

While it is light

Well you do enough talk

My little hawk, why do you cry?

Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

Or the Fourth of July?

We're all gonna die

We're all gonna die”. Tears rolling down his cheeks, he laughed at himself.

“I’m sorry, I told you I was not going to get emotional, it’s just… wow… I can’t believe you’re gone… you’re really gone”

A/N: both of the songs in the one-shot are not mine, one is an old lullaby and the second one is 'Fourth of july' by Sufjan Stevens.

#piers x reader #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon imagines #pokemon requests #pokemon swsh #requests are open #pokemon swsh imagines #pokemon swsh x reader #angst writing #angst #angst prompt #major character death #piers #galar #piers swsh #gym leader piers

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 2 years ago

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I don’t imagine this is something you’ve ever really thought about cause it doesn’t seem your style but do you think Mordred ever had a crush on any of the knights/Merlin/Morgana along the lines of how some students get a crush on teachers (as opposed to something serious cause like he’s baby). Or do you think it’s always been a little too much awe/fear initially depending on the person for that to ever manifest past serious admiration and then friendship

(Headcanon Masterlist) (Full Masterlist)

I keep meaning to finish off other pieces, and y'all keep sending me hilarious asks that I just HAVE to answer straight away. I don't know if you intended this anon, but the idea of Mordred having a schoolboy crush on someone in the gang is absolutely sending me😅😂

Also, let's pretend, as we do normally, that everything is perfectly fine and happy and smooshy :D

Ok so, he never has a crush on Arthur, because he takes one look at him (when he comes back as a 16/17ish year old) and goes "Dad?? Uncle??? Brother maybe?? I'm not sure. It's one of those, anyway." It's a little cute honestly, and Merlin and Morgana always take the piss.

It's similar with Merlin and Morgana, except there's a decent amount of HeroWorship™ in there as well, though that quickly ends when he sees Merlin step in a bucket and trip down three flights of stairs, with his only complaint being that he dropped the flower Gwen gave him, and he sees Morgana snort in a very unladylike manner and then choke on her own spit for a good three minutes, specifically at Merlin falling down the stairs.

With the others it's... a different story.

Percival is too big and stronk for our little boy, he's mostly just intimidated. When he finds out how much of a softy he is, intimidation turns into finding it weirdly cute and sweet? But also big and soft and safe?? Mordred is but a kitten, Percival, a soft-mouthed and cuddly but terrifying looking Rottweiler, here to pick him up by the scruff and carry him to safety.

He takes one look at Gwaine and Elyan and panics a little bit because..... why do..es his.... stomach... fee...l like.... thisss. It's an awakening moment for sure. Swishy hair,,,, smooth skin,,,, cheeky, carefree grins,,,,, muscles. This is the initial gut reaction, of all the ones he has towards The Gang, that takes the longest time to lessen, especially because it turns out that they're also super nice people, even amidst all the pranks. He has like... a weird friend crush on them, in that he views them as more friends than crushes, and he would never, could never, actually follow through on it, even if they felt the same, because it would just be too weird. He... look, he just thinks they're neat, ok? And don't we all, really?

It's kinda sad, but he's a little scared of Leon at first. The guy is a big deal, if you forget the magic shit, he's the biggest deal of all of them besides Arthur. And he's the only one there who used to work directly under Uther, and he was obviously good at it otherwise he wouldn't have got where he is. He's also a little too old for Mordred (poor Mor' obviously doesn't realise that Gwaine and Leon are around the same age. If anyone ever tells him, he'll die). Once he gets to know him and he's obviously not genocidal towards magic like Uther was, just a little wary and scared, he warms up to him a lot, and thinks he's super cool and powerful.

Gwen. Is. So Cool. He's a little in love with her, in the way that he can't speak to her without blushing and stuttering. But it's like... the same way I have a "crush" on Emma Thompson: if I ever met her, I would freeze up completely before telling her how incredible she is and beginning to ramble and repeatedly apologise and just generally embarrass myself. But, once again, wouldn't we all react that way upon meeting Gwen (or Emma Thompson)?

Lancelot is, at first, bit of a crush, then the moment he opens his mouth it's "Oh. Oh ok. Dad number two, coming right up." like the switch is immediate. Merlin and Morgana also take the piss out of this. Actually, they take the piss out of all of it. They are the older siblings and Mordred is babey. It's a requirement.

Anyway. That was fun, and I hope that was what you were after anon, I love you😅

Keep an eye out today guys, there's some more stuff coming😉

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yanderelucy2 · 2 years ago

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This is my first time posting on Tumblr so... help. Anyways this is Ikepri kids and how I think their kid/s would act. Note: I suck at English and languages in general. (Only Rhodolite princes btw!)

Chevalier Michel:

Either has one kid or seven. I only say seven because I think it would be cool if each kid represented one of the seven deadly sins. (I'm an obey me fan ok?!)

The first kid would be a badass daughter, no debate there. She would be just like her dad with the whole beast thing except she'll be a little more human with MC. I always think of her as Charlotte Roselei from Black Clover, so yes there will be a man that will make me more human than a beast.

I can do the seven deadly sin kid thing on another post or something.

Leon Dompteur

I headcanon maybe two kids but with a pretty big age gap. I think it would be a son and then maybe like 10 years later or something they have a daughter, only because I think it would be super cute of a dynamic where the older brother keeps his sister safe and takes her to have a bunch of fun.

The son would be a semi-troublemaker because Jin and Clavis encouraged the bad behavior. He will grow out of it and end up training under Licht to then rule Leon's army. He would look like MC but with Leon's color palette.

The daughter will look almost identical to Leon. She has MC's personality though and they often read together, when she's older though she likes to read stories at an orphanage. She seems like a popular well like a princess in Rhodolite, she will also praise her brother any chance she gets.

Jin Grandet

Probably have like four kids. Three girls and then the last is a boy. The girls though give very big sister energy and are very protective over their little brother.

The first two would be besties because they would have maybe a year or months apart of an age gap, then the third sister would be born three years later. The youngest little son would be born two years after.

All the girls grow up with a pretty big bust because of Jin's genetics. The second would look like MC while the rest of the kids look more like Jin. The boy grows up to be a lot more respectful to women than his dad was, mainly because his sisters beat the respect into him.

(This one was so difficult!)

Licht Klein

Probably one son at first, plan for one until three years later because he seems a little lonely. The second would be a boy although Licht was hoping for a girl.

The son would be very energetic and happy a lot, has his dad's sweet tooth though. Really likes to bake with Yves, but doesn't like how Yves shows affection so will always be sassy back. Looks like MC, but with Licht's color palette.

The other son would look like MC in every aspect, but the eye color. This kid is a little quieter, but the second you talk about swords or military things he will be so content and talk with you a lot, he has Licht's singing skills. Sadly he has bits of Nokto's personality with women when he's older. Overall he and his brother will just hang out in town and spar for practice sometimes... this normally is done without Licht knowing.

Nokto Klein

A pair of twins. It's a pair of boy twins, they're fraternal though so one looks like MC, and the other looks like Nokto.

Nokto told them not to tell others they're twins. Nokto was also really scared about the whole twins' thing after what happened when he was younger, but it ended up fine because MC was the most gentle mother ever.

The older twin is a little arrogant child because he has his dad's looks and when he's older he's a bit more shy and timid because he was rejected by his crush when he like like 14. He has Licht's sweet tooth though, so they often eat MC and Yves' sweets.

The younger twin is a very kind child that loves animals, especially rabbits because they remind him of his mom. He grows up to be a favorite of the town folk and he's known for being gentle. His enemies think he's aggressive though and he and his brother get really aggressive when in battle. They have the best coordination though and will always make sure the other is safe.

Luke Randolph

One girl, that's it. Luke is a wonderful dad, but he got kind of overprotective and aggressive with the first kid, Luke was too worried for her.

She would look like MC in many aspects but would have Luke's ferocity in her eyes which would fear some people, this made her tend to avoid eye contact. She was still a very gentle girl, but also very beautiful and Luke wouldn't stop worrying about other men doing something to her, so anytime she would go out he would accompany her. She once told him off and he realized "Maybe I am doing a bit much."

Overall a wonderful beautiful girl, but her Dad has some issues to fix... when she was young they would play a lot though, and got along he just needed to loosen up.

Clavis Lelouch

Three kids, two boys, and one girl. The girl is the middle child, but do not be fooled she is just like her dad and her brothers want a break. They all have a 2 year age gap.

The oldest looks like MC and acts like MC, the only thing is he hates his dad's pranks and will often hide with Chev in his private library to read in peace. He would get along with Chev, but he would get jealous of Chevie's abilities and at times would avoid him.

The middle girl is in absolute chaos. She loves pranking people with her dad, she loves to see a reaction from people. She used to prank her brothers a lot but realized that they distanced themself from her and excluded her a bit so she stopped. She likes attention like her dad, I mean she looks exactly like him except for her smile that shines just like her mom's smile.

The youngest son looks like his dad, he enjoys the attention from girls, but he would never tell. He likes to seem like his older brother, all cool and mysterious disappearing at night and everything. It wasn't his thing though he would fall asleep after reading a book. He tried pranking but didn't like how people reacted toward him. He then just drowned himself in training and realized that a lot of ladies like a strong man.

Yves Kloss

He wanted a boy at first but ended up having a girl. Didn't complain though he's appreciative.

She is a very pretty woman, but as a girl, she was very sad because kids would make fun of her weight from all the sweets she ate. Luckily her dad would comfort her, and teach her everything he knew. She grew up, not skinny like everyone else but that's what everyone loved about her. How fresh and healthy she looked. She was a very kind gentle soul, but if you were to disrespect anyone in her family she will turn into the sassiest woman in town. She looked like both MC and Yves combined into one beautiful goddess.

#ikepri #ikemen prince #chevalier michel #leon dompteur #clavis lelouch #jin grandet #yves kloss #licht klein #nokto klein #luke randolph

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saturnsstufff · 4 years ago

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The Empress pt.IX

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, mentions of death.

(So, sorry this is so short)

After talking with Phil you both decided it would be best to return to the party. Although you weren't looking forward to seeing the lingering looks and stares, you were looking forward to dancing with Techno. Now that you've had a moment to ease your senses, you were able to push away the others and focus on your lover.

When Techno saw you walk in with Phil, his lips turned into a smile. He offered his arm back to you, of course you took it without hesitation. Phil was happy to see you two having fun together, a lot of the things techno did with you, was what Phil did with his wife. So seeing you two was almost a blast from the past.

"Feeling better?" He asked softly. His arm rested on your forearm. Wanting to clarify that you were ok. You gave him a nod and smiled.

"Much better." He gave a reassuring nod and turned to the crowd again. You noticed the lingering eyes had fallen back to you. As much as you wanted to say the two of you looked like a casual couple. Techno was dressed beautifully in his traditional military uniform, truly looking regal and official. Like Sarah, she was also in her traditional uniform as well. Although looking around, most of the attendees were in uniform. This is what Sarah must have meant when she said that most of her friends were within her ranks. Even as Sarah's Maid of Honor, you were dressed very nicely. Purples and reds adorned the dress. Techno's favorite colors. You didn't know it, but Techno had specifically requested that you were dressed as regal as possible. Since this was the first time the public, and court would see you, he wanted to make a lasting impression with you. He knew you weren't the most ladylike, but for what your manners lacked, your personality made up for. You were kind and always willing to correct yourself. He only hoped that the court would see this as well.

After a while Techno and you had found a comfortable seat to eat a little late dinner. Of course the meal last long as the time came for the brides to have their dance with the fathers. On Sarah's behalf this meant a dance with Techno. You had no problem offering him up to her of course. You knew she had no intention of stealing Techno or anything of the sorts. when they made their way to the ball room floor, the two contrasted greatly. Technoblade was dressed in darks well Seraphina was in whites, It was beautiful to say the least, but then again most things within this palace was.

Well Techno and Sarah danced, you felt little hands tug at the hem of your dress. Tommy. You looked down at the little boy. Like his brother's he was dressed just as nice. You couldn't help smiling wide, taking him into your arms. When you rested him on your knee he quickly became interested with the items on the table. Of course you didn't mind though. You even offered him the roll from your plate, knowing they were his favorite. When you looked up, you saw Philza give you a gentle nod, and a smile. Acknowledging Tommy was with you.

Well you watched your lover dance with the bride, a middle-aged man had approached you and Tommy. He was dressed well, but not in uniform. He looked loosely bemused as he offered you a drink. You gave a shy smile but politely declined. "You don't drink?" He inquired. His eyebrow lifting in question. He didn't look kind, but he also didn't look mean.

"Not particularly, I'm sorry" you said softly. Pulling Tommy closer to you subconsciously. You were unsure of the man as he took Technoblade's chair ever so casually.

"Oh your alright, give it time. You'll take up drinking" he said too casually, leaning into the chair. You blinked a bit, taken back by his words.

"I... I beg your pardon?" You asked, wanting to clarify what you herd. He looked at you and raised a semi bushy brow.

"You'll take up drinking. As long as your with that man there" He pointed to Techno "I bet you'll become an alcoholic even." His eyebrow quirked as a devious smirk formed. His eyes were lingering Technoblade, who unbeknownst to you, had a not so happy look when seeing you and the man. "Or I bet you'll mysteriously go missing, or die" your eyes glanced about, now looking for a familiar face. The longer this man was with you, the more uncomfortable you grew with his presence.

"I.. I’m doubtful that will happen.. Technoblade is a kind man to me..." you said carefully, your eyes flickering to the man well you held Tommy close. Protective of him from the rather rude man In front of you.

The mans eyes lingered to Tommy and back to you. "We'll see..." he dropped that conversation for a new one. "Where are my manners, my name is Leon Schmidt." He held his hand out for you. Adjusting Tommy you offered your hand and shook his. To your surprise your hand was stronger than his. His hands were not worn and worked with trade, but instead soft, and made for pens and books. With this small note you felt a slight surge of confidence.

"Nice to meet you... I'm (y/n)-" he cut you off quickly.

You felt a warm hand rest on your shoulder. The hardened tone of the person ran through. Technoblade. "Schmidt." You could see Leon's Adams apple bob slightly as techno addressed him. "I see you have met (y/n)" Techno's tone wasn't kind, rather harsh to be frank.

"Oh I know who you are. Your very popular among us court members." He said taking his hand back, almost looking as if he wiped it. He took his drink in his hand and took the one he brought you. "As a sign of friendship and with the hopes the Emperor takes care of you. Lets drink to your health." He offered the drink again. You took it but you were hesitant. You didn't want to drink, but what would happen if you declined? He held his glass out for a toast. You glanced your glass to his and slowly toasted. You looked down to the glass and thought back. You didn't want to disappoint Techno, and have the court pressure him about you. The liquid was rolling with pearlescent Yellow's, orange's and red's. With a glance to Techno you carefully took a sip. Setting it aside after. Having no desire to drink more. You felt the liquid drop down your throat, a slow buildup of warmth filling your body.

Alcohol.

"That I have... How long until this one ends up bored, or dead, Blood God?" You glanced up to Techno and saw his Jaw lock.

"For your information, Leon... I intend to marry (y/n)..." his hand held firm but kind on your shoulder. Acting almost like a protector of Tommy and you. Your face went red, your heart beating much faster. He Intended to marry you? Well Tommy played with the beads of your dress, your mind raced at the idea of you and him being a official couple. Would you have a wedding like this? Would he actually want that?

"Marriage? With her?" The man chocked out a loud laugh. This left Techno seething. However, Techno's attention was drawn from Leon's boisterous laugh to you instead. You weren't acting normal. With your hand subconsciously your throat you loosely rubbed. Your breathing began to turn ragged and strained slowly. With a slight blue tinge to your lips Technoblade knew something was horribly wrong.

"What did you put in her drink." At his his tone was nothing but sharp and demanding. Harshly taking your glass to smell it. With nothing sticking out to the hybrids senses, he set the glass down.

Well Leon's laughs died down, he no longer found amusement at Techno's cruel tone. Techno took Tommy off your lap, taking your hand in his. The clammy feeling of your hands and your rapid heart rate was enough to tell him the problem.

Your body was going into shock.

When you came around the sun was already up. You were in your own bed well Tommy was curled up beside you, peacefully asleep with his teddy bear in arms. You let your head roll as your eyes scanned the room, falling to Technoblade in the end. His back was to you well he faced out the window, you could tell he was deep in thought. He was no longer in his formal attire. Instead he was in casual wear, his hair was in a messy bun, showing whatever he was doing demanded his full attention.

"Te..chno?.." your voice was ragged but he clearly herd it, turning to face you his eyes softened fast.

"(y/n)..." he quickly walked over and sat beside you on the bed. His hand moved your hair back before he placed a soft kiss to your forehead, happy to see you awake once more. "How do you feel?" His eyes were worried, but gentle.

"I... think ok?" You asked uncertain. Your body felt tired, but also well rested. You were looking up at him, your eyes dancing between his for how he felt.

"Do you remember what happened?" His tone was soft and gentle. Rather if that was because of Tommy asleep by you, or because you had gave him a scare, you wouldn't know.

"I remember... a man, Tommy, and you... then my throat felt weird..." he nodded slowly and cupped your cheek gently.

"You had a Reaction to your drink... Did you know you are allergic to Blaze powder?..." you nodded slowly. When you lived within your village, your mother found out about the allergy when she gave you a strength potion. Well she intended it to be helpful, instead it was harmful. He tossed a few thoughts around within his head before nodding. "That drink you had with Leon yesterday had Blaze Powder... Your body went into shock love..."

You thought back about last night and realized. the pearlescent. Then it hit you. The wedding. Your heart sank slowly, you still had wanted a dance with Techno before the night ended. "Wha... I... I'm sorry..." You said slowly, trying to sit up. He shook his head and rested his forehead on yours, easing you back down.

"You have nothing to be sorry for... Were just reassured your ok..." you nodded, with a little lingering silence you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. He didn't hesitate to wrap his own arms around you. Keeping you close to his body.

"We didn't even get to dance together..." your voice was soft and saddened, almost like a child that was scolded. You slowly buried your head into his neck for comfort

"Is that what you wanted?..." you nodded slowly. Taking in his lingering cologne from the night before. He slowly pulled away and moved you. Scooping you up into his arm like you were a bride. You were unsure at first, but wrapped your arms around his neck. Your head resting on his chest. With a slow rocking motion he started to sway with you in his arms. Although you couldn't have a dance with him at the wedding, you actually preferred this. You felt safe and at ease within his arms. "You know I love you..." his voice was soft. Loving. He meant what he was saying.

"I love you too Techno... With all of my heart..." as if those few words meant the world, techno shed a silent tear. You gave him a serious scare last night. He was glad you couldn't remember past your throat hurting either. He knew the things he said to Leon would have stuck with you a bit. Resting his head on yours, he swore from this day on, he would never let something like that happen again.

It didn't take long for Sarah and Leon to come back around to the forge. Sarah came first of course. Techno had advised you keep easy on yourself for the day, so that's what you planned. Well you were at your work bench tending to the jewels of Phil's sword, she had wondered in. Mostly she was just worried about your health and whether you were ok. Curiously she inquired if your throat was doing better, and what had caused the reaction. The last she saw of you was when you were in techno's arms, being carried out well you struggled to breathe. Of course you reassured her that you were now fine and just taking the day easy. with a hesitant nod she parted from the forge, seeking her men out for a final training before the Honeymoon.

When Leon came in that was a different story, unlike the night before he was quiet. His sharp features were now accompanied by a bruise on his cheek. You couldn't recall if he had that yesterday, so you quietly pushed the thought aside. With him in the room it was awkward, although he did try and strike a conversation.

“Is your throat doing better?” You hummed, nodding. keeping to yourself to your bench, not wanting to be any closer to him then you had to be. You chewed your lip. your eyes glancing to his cheek. His eyes much have picked up on it because he had another remark to fallow. “You best watch yourself around that Blood God, girl.” You furrowed your brow at his words. You herd him mention that name last night when he was talking about Techno, but you paid it no mind.

“Blood God?” you asked quietly, almost uncertain.

“Yeah your Lover boy or whatever.” He said scornfully. Technoblade a ‘Blood God’? Whatever he was talking about didn't make sense. Leon must have knew because he have a rouged chuckle. “Ask him about that name. Ask him why his sword hangs heavy with Blood. Just wait. You think he’s all sunshine and shit now- But you wait girl, you wait until you piss him off, and he’s two steps away from snapping your neck-” his little rant didn't last long as he was cut off. Technoblade who towered at the door, stood tall and proud as his face was locked into disgust. His voice dripping with venom for the man.

“I hope your not talking about me, Schmidt.”

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zz-chikorita · 3 years ago

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Leon is de-aged right in front of Guzma, and physically and mentally becomes somewhere between 5-10 years old, and loses the memories and such of adult Leon. Maybe one of the tapus did it or another Pokemon, but Guzma knows it'll just take a couple of days and then Leon is back to normal, so he doesn't need to panic about fixing it and just has to make sure kid-Leon doesn't like get killed or something, and that the rest of the world doesn't realize it's him so it won't make a media shitstorm.

How does Guzma (and other team skull people) handle having kid-Leon around?

Bro

Ok, so, the absolute first thing Guzma realizes about lil Leon (I'm going to say he's closer to 5 years old in this scenario) is that his accent is so heavy, they can barely understand him. It also doesn't help that lil Leon also has a bit of a lisp on top of it.

The second thing he realizes is that lil Leon has the tendency to get distracted and wander off at the drop of the hat.... Which, to be fair, isn't much different than regular Leon. Lil Leon is just harder to find cuz he's so...well..."lil". For instance, Leon successfully communicates to Guzma that he's hungry, so Guzma sets him down, turns toward the cabinet to grab a snack, and, when he turns back, Leon is just... gone. He has to go searching the whole house for the little tyke for 20 minutes. He eventually finds him in his room in a wardrobe eating a bunch of chocolate he found in there (cuz Guzma has a very old habit of hoarding food in his room). Now Guzma has to deal with a sugar high lil Leon 😂

He's also very precocious and goes right up to any and every big scary pokemon (and human) he sees. He's taken quite a liking to Plumeria who is a little wary about the whole situation. Some may find it surprising, but out of the skull leaders, Guzma's the one who's better with small kids. (He insists he dislikes little kids btw). Plumeria's just not as natural with them and will be the first to admit she has zero maternal instinct. But, yeah, Leon will run up to her and hug her waist and she's just like.... it's touching me.... Why must it touch...? What do...??? Help????????

All the girl grunts love him, and he absolutely loves the attention. Like, they're picking him up and doing his hair and telling him how handsome he is and he is just eating it up like the natural little showman he is.

The guys are being a bit colder to him, not wanting to break their collective tough guy, hard-boiled façade. Of course, lil Leon wants to be friendly with them and they're being all stuck up and ignoring him/dismissing him, so the poor thing starts crying because he can't understand why they don't wanna play with him q.q What did he do wrong?

This alerts the boss who busts down the door like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU IDIOTS DO???? and proceeds to scold the offending grunts who desperately try to convince him of their innocence.

After the fact, the boss was concerned all his yelling might have scared lil Leon, but- the cheeky little thing- apparently thinks mad Guzma is the funniest thing ever and is giggling like crazy. Guzma even plays into it and, like, jokingly stomps at him, which sends lil Leon into an adorable giggle fit. Guzma also does a thing where he's, like, you think this is funny??? You think this is a joke?????? You laughin' at me????????? and it just tickles Leon pink. Guzma's enjoying himself a little too much 🤭

Later that night, Guzma (just absolutely exhausted) tucks lil Leon into his bed. When he starts to walk away, Leon grabs his arm and asks something...he sounds like a little mareep cuz he keeps saying "baa". He also says "hishie-baa" (which is hard for him to say with his lisp) and "baloo"... Eventually Guzma's like lil dude I'm so sorry but I ain't got a fuckin' clue what you're saying. Very quietly and timidly, Leon sings something and Guzma realizes that he is asking him to sing him a lullaby.

So, after thoroughly checking that there was no grunts eavesdropping in the hallway, he sings lil Leon a song his mom would sing when he was little. Once Leon falls asleep, he goes over to his chair and pretty much passes out. Kids are a lot of fucking work, man.

However, Guzma wakes up a few hours later to find Leon has crawled up onto him and fallen asleep on his chest. (Btw Lil Leon sucks his index finger while asleep and it's fucking adorable, not that Guzma would admit it). So, Guz lifts him off and takes him back to the bed without waking him. A few more hours later, Leon is back on his chest...Guzma gives up and just goes back to sleep.

#what with the aus and such #what with the hcs an such #ask zz c #ask and ye shall receive #Guzma #pokemon leon #a baa or hishie-baa is like saying a lullaby or to hush/lull a child to sleep #baloo is another word for lullaby #lil leon's father would probably always ask him if he wants hishie-baa when he puts him to bed #or baa baa as a cutesy way of saying it #Guzma's just like....child is sheep #bonus thought: lil leon's been wearing one of plumeria's shirts and its still way to big on him but at least it covers everything #they dont own pants small enough to fit him so hes basically running around in a tshirt dress this whole time #bonus bonus thought....#when leon turns back to an adult its night so he wakes up basically on top of Guz and wearing briefs and a croptop that's WAY too tight #Needless to say he was VERY confused

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naeleon-headcanon-blog · 3 years ago

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[TW: implication/mention of divorce/breakup] I have a random headcanon that Leon's bio parents are divorced, he lives with his dad and stepmom when he goes to Hope's Peak and they're like. Like Leon's dad is like #1 Dad Joke Teller (much to Leon's dismay) and his stepmom is just really weird all around (as is his dad but mostly his dad is the wannabe comedian) but they love him a lot so when they find out Leon has a boyfriend they're like "you HAVE to invite him over! We need to meet him"

so he begrudgingly agrees to invite makoto over for dinner but hes like kinda dreading it bc his family is so eccentric and he's worried Makoto will be freaked out or think he's weird or something and so he like, warns him ahead of time, like, hey, my parents are kinda weird and Makoto's like I'm sure it'll be fine!!! It takes a lot to bother me

They walk in and Leon's stepmom rushes over and she like shakes Makoto's hand and is all like "OMG SO YOU'RE MAKOTO! WE'VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU- actually we haven't because Leon doesn't talk about his relationships to his Dear Parents Who Love Him So Much And Only Want The Best For Him BUT WE'VE HEARD A BIT ABOUT YOU AND WE'RE SO PLEASED TO MEET YOU FINALLY! Even though you've been dating him for MONTHS we only knew until YESTERDAY but between you and me he's real shy about this sort of thing so if he doesnt want his Meddling Parents sticking their heads in it you know it's true love <3" and makoto just kinda laughs nervously and Leon is burying his face in his hands just absolutely mortified. He Swears it's deliberate and hes so embarrassed

First thing his dad says is "ah, so I assume you're the lucky boy? Hehe-"

And there's like 3 seconds of dead silence as Makoto processes the joke and then just sighs

Then his dad goes "oh, ok, swing and a miss I guess."

More exhausted silence

"Yeesh. Tough crowd."

And Leon's like "do you still love me"

But meeting them actually goes well all things considered! Makoto thinks it's cool how unique Leon's parents are in comparison to his own family. But Leon is legitimately just so embarrassed the whole time it's honestly starting to upset him fr even though Makoto is grinning at his dad's shitty jokes and seems legitimately interested in all of the things his stepmom does and knows all about and generally seems to be enjoying himself and Leon kinda just doesn't know what to do about it so he just gets up in the middle of dinner and says he's gonna go outside cause it's too hot in the house and leaves, ignoring his stepmom's comment about how he could take off his jacket if he wanted to cool off. There's a moment of hesitation, then Makoto asks if it's ok if he follows him and Leon's stepmom is like "of course, honey. is there something wrong that we don't know about?" And makoto can tell she means well but he doesn't want to say "you're probably the problem" to her face so he just shrugs and says something about how he just feels like he should check on him and leaves to go after him.

He goes outside and finds Leon by the garage, just kinda leaning against the wall. Makoto comes up and stands next to him and asks if he's alright and Leon is like "My parents are so overbearing, Jesus christ I'm so sorry about them. I'm so sorry about this whole thing."

And makoto goes "is that what's had you so stressed this whole time? Are you worried I'll think less of you or something over your parents?"

And Leon's like "I guess?? I don't know! I asked them both not to be so intense and try to make a good impression and I swear to God they spent the whole night humiliating me out of spite. They do this all the time and it drives me nuts! I just wish they could be normal for five minutes around someone I really like!"

So Makoto reassures him that he actually thinks they're cool to be around because of how eccentric they are especially compared to his own parents, and they aren't going to scare him off or make him feel uncomfortable around Leon or anything.

(Still though, they spend a few extra minutes outside because even with that out of the way, they can be a bit much in terms of sensory issues which Leon already doesn't have the best time with.)

When they go back in Leon's dad is like oh welcome back boys! We left your dinner on the table if you want to finish. Mei (Leon's stepmom) is in the kitchen doing the dishes. And when they pass the kitchen to go to the dining room Mei is just fuckin Rocking It to some dumb music playlist while she does dishes and Leon's like do you wanna just go hide out in my room and wait all this out but Mei's like NOO JOIN ME IN MY DANCE and Makoto's like ??? Okay??? And he and Leon end up dancing with Mei and Leon is like really embarrassed still but Makoto's having fun even though he's not the best at dancing so Leon just decides to put it aside and have fun with his bf and they end up dancing for like half an hour and Leon Knows there's not a soft love song on the list his stepmom is playing and yet about 8 songs in one turns on and Mei starts urging them to dance together so they awkwardly attempt to slow dance and after like a minute or so they start to get the hang of it and get into the flow of each other's movements and at the end Leon just kind of acts on impulse and kisses Makoto and he just melts into it and when they break apart Leon's stepmom is just looking at them with hearts in her eyes and she says something about how sweet they are together but then the next song comes on and theres no time for sentiment it's time to DANCE

By the time Makoto gets home at like 11:45pm hes exhausted and he just flops down on his couch barely giving Komaru a second to move and not get Smooshed by her brother and he just falls asleep there but even in his sleep he's got this big stupid grin plastered on his face cuz hes just so happy & he loves leon so much

[This was SO MUCH LONGER than I meant it to be]

HZHZHSWNAN SJDJ I LOVe,,,

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sleepy-achilles · 2 years ago

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The Family of Destruction- Cassidy.

Tw- trauma, mentions of alcohol and drug abuse. Some punching happens. Leon also abuses himself with a cigarette. Which is something.

Notes at the end.

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"I can't do this" Leon states. Drew raises an eyebrow. "Why?" Drew asks. "It won't work. We won't work. It will never last." Leon explains. Cassie turns to you. "It will last and work. But you already knew that" cassie states before turning back towards Leon and drew. "Stop quoting your father" drew huffs. Leon sighs and lowers his head. Cassie looks back at you. "He'll self destruct. Drew will be there to pick up the pieces. Drew understands Leon, hell this family, better then anyone." She explains before looking back at Leon. "Im sorry. I'm being dramatic. Jesus I'm just like pa. All of this because someone wanted to tell me how to feel. Again." Leon whispers. "Its alright." Drew mutters before pulling him into a hug.

Cassie shrugs and walks out. She looks straight at you. "Leon has too much trauma on his shoulder. I tell him to goto therapy, it's helped me, but he refuses. I know it's because he's scared. It's like his stupid revenge plot on Paul. Dad's scared of it, but I and you both know he'll never go through with it. He's way too scared of Paul." She explains as she walks down the hall. "But, are you truly a family member if you don't have trauma or a weird trait?" She smirks before looking away. "Hello papa" cassie smiles, stopping infront of Shawn. "Hello sweetie. Is Leon OK? Him and his father had a heated conversation and I can't find him" shawn sighs. Cassie just sends you a knowing look before smiling at shawn. "Yeah, tried breaking up with drew before realising that's what dad wanted. They are now hugging it out" she answers. "And where are you off too?" Shawn questions adjusting his sweat bands. "Just for some fresh air" she admits. Shawn nods and kisses her cheek before heading towards the gorilla.

Cassie continues and makes it outside. She moves to the closet wall and sits on it. "Leon and dad have always had a funny relationship. Leon adored dad before I was born...and well, then I was born and it all went to shit. Leon leant more towards papa or was it Kevin? I never remember. I just remember his anger. His pain. Times were different. Gays weren't frowned on as much. Gays with kids were more accepted. Meaning I got experiences Leon never did. Like, both parents at my events. Both parents taking me out. And Leon always resented that. And I don't blame him, I'd be the same. And well dad, Taker, got the front of it. Because Leon knew he could handle it. He would fight Leon back, he wouldn't bottle it up like papa would." Cassie explains.

She looks up at the sky. "He wasn't cruel to me. He was the normal mean older brother. But I always saw that anger in his eyes. That anger he'd take out on dad, the kids in school. And god dad gave as good as he got. Dad's just like Leon. He's was a angry young man at one point. He was angry because he lost his parents and gained a monster. And seeing that anger in Leon just brought it out of dad. Dad was never, violent towards Leon. But he wasn't shy with his words. Neither of them were. I was born. Leon had to witness me have what he always wanted. I got ruthlessly builled for having two dads. I was glad I had Leon's skateboard, I could blame so many injuries on it. Leon always knew better tho. He always damn knew." Cassie hisses closing her bright green eyes.

"Leon became feared after he received his face injury. Hell I was scared at him at first. He used that to scare my bullies. But, I was still angry at him. He was doing this great task for me. But he was still angry at me so i was angry back. I didn't understand his anger until I got older." She pauses and opens her eyes and smiles. "Me and Leon shared anger towards the other kids. The kids with a mama and a papa. We had chyna and Stephanie but it was different. They weren't our mothers. They couldn't fully provide us that. They couldn't provide that for Leon. Leon too angry at the damn world to let anyone provide him that. And well, I followed him." She explains. "Everything's always about Leon. His emotions control everything. And he doesn't even like it. I mean, this story started with Leon and his issues. Didn't it? I feel for him. He's lost, confused and hurt. He wanted a better childhood, but he wouldn't be here if he did." She mutters looking down at her hands.

"But I get to have the most fun. So I can't complain. The media view us as the perfect family. Two dads. A son and a daughter. All successful. What's not modern about that? What's not perfect about that?" Cassie asks looking at you.

"Everything. A father who isn't alive. A papa who is deeply damaged. A son filled with so much trauma he might aswell be the poster child and a daughter. Me. Who out plays them all. Comes across as this..." cassie pauses and pushes off the wall. "God..im just like papa. I'm full of lies. Lying my way through life. Acting happy and perfect whilst I laid in my room drinking and swallowing pills...whilst Leon took the fall and blame. All because I wasn't the center of attention." Cassie whispers.

"How do you get your own tale wrong?" A rough voice calls. Cassies head snaps towards Leon. "What?" She asks. "You were always the center of attention. You were just so obsessed with my anger and my pain that you never paid attention to it" Leon explains as he pulls out a cig and places it between his lips. "What the hell are you on about?" Cassie snaps, watching him light it. "Your report card was always on the fridge. Even when I was getting better grades then you. Mine was sat on dad's desk in a locked office." Leon states. "Dad and papa were always parading around telling people how proud they were of their little girl. How she's top of her team. Best in her science class. How she's overcome demons and stayed strong." Leon continues as he moves closer to her.

Cassie doesn't move. She looks at you slightly. "He doesn't scare me." She states. "You got into the performance center and they threw you a party. You got onto nxt, they threw a bigger party. But you never cared, because you were always too busy trying to live in my damn shadow." Leon snaps stopping right infront of her. Blowing smoke into her face. "Why? All because you have a dodgy knee and my attitude?" Leon asks. "Because you had an argument with dad's once a year? What's your deal huh?" Leon pushes. Cassies jaw sets. "Why are you so desperate to be viewed as a disappointment? Why are you so badly wanting to be me?" Leon pushes more. "Enough!" Cassie yells shoving him.

He smirks widely at her. "Do you talk about that in therapy? Huh? Do you? Does he justify it to you?" Leon asks as smoke pours out of his nose and mouth. "Shut up" she growls. Leon always got under everyone's skin. But never hers, until now. "What does he tell you? Does he tell you it's normal? That it's basic sibling things? Or that you are utterly and completely fucked, up here!?" Leon asks louder as he jabs a finger against her temple. Cassies eyes dart st you. "Excuse me" she apologises before they set back on Leon and she swings quickly. Her fist catches Leon's cheekbone and nose. Gasps come from behind Leon causing cassies eyes to widen.

Leon straightens up, tilting his head back laughing as blood rolls out of his nose. He keeps his head back, eyes on cassie still as he brings the smoke up to his mouth. "What the hell is going on?" Taker demands. Cassie looks at the crowd. And then at you. "We have a crowd. A crowd because vince wanted to talk to me, sending a bunch of not busy stars to come after me." She explains. She looks back at Leon who had lowered his head. "Tell him cassie. Tell him how fucked up you are" Leon hisses. "Leon, enough" Taker warns. Leon steps closer to cassie, causing her to step back. "Tell him how you felt deserted and unloved. Trapped in my shadow, when you had not only are dad's caring for you but me looking after you." Leon growls. "Tell them all, how you feel so hard done by because I'm too fucked up. Because you couldn't see the attention right in front of your own eyes just because I was too angry" Leon spits.

"Please" cassie whimpers as a tear rolls down her cheek. Taker grabs Leon and pulls him back. Stepping between the two kids. "You always have to take it too far!" Taker yells at Leon. "You always have to push and push!" He continues. Cassie slowly looks at you. "He was always hard on Leon...and some of that is my fault." She admits. "And he's right. I blinded myself to all the positives because of Leon's life. I guess...I wanted him to have a normal childhood so bad I wished I could take his place." She sighs before returning to the situation. "See, perfect daughter living in a fantasy of destruction and a fucked up son living too much in that fucked up fantasy" Leon chuckles before spitting blood onto the floor. "And fucked up parents who didn't have their shit together and had kids" Leon continues.

"Stop." Cassie snaps. "I understand now alright? I wasted so much of my life trying to be you. Trying to save you. And I failed so it was all wasted. And you-you were trying so hard to die. That when you finally had death staring you in the face, you backed out, like a fucking coward" cassie snarls. Leon doesn't say anything, he just inhales smoke. Cassie looks at you with fire in her eyes. "You have to forgive me for this. Because this family isn't perfect. And sometimes, it's best but damaging to fight" she explains before looking back at Leon. "You pussied out. But I bet you avoid that story. How Paul had the knife that could end it all, and you called for help. Called for help and kane stopped it. And yet you go on these rants of revenge but if Paul was to be stood, right here" she rants, stepping infront of him, pushing past their father. "You'd be on your knees crying." She spits.

She watches Leon's eyes mist over. A slight purple running through them. "You always play the tough guy, but you break down at even the slightest noise of a knife dropping. The sound of Paul's voice. A shadow." Cassie continues shoving at Leon and following him as he stumbles back. "You run off not only your own trauma but everyone else's. But you and me? We both know your trauma is in the form of a small scared child. A boy who just wanted to talk to his papa when he cried. To laugh and joke with his father. To tease his little sister. You want to come at me for my issues? Atleast I seek help instead of hiding it and bottling it up" she growls shoving him one last time. Her eyes widen in shock at the view infront of her.

She looks at you. "Now. I..I didn't see that coming."

A tear cuts through Leon's already messy facepaint. He nods slightly as he brings the cig to his lips.

She looks back at you. "Well now I feel bad." She admits before looking back.

Smoke escapes his lips and he presses the cig into his wrist. "Leon!" Multiple voices, including cassie yell. The butt falls to the floor as Leon drops it to blow against the burn. "You hit the nail on the head. Huh. Feel better now?" Leon asks. His voice a pitch too deep. Somehow rougher. She looks at you. "Do I?" She whispers before looking back at her older brother. A new tear falling. "Keep trying to find issues you don't have. So you can be somewhat like me. When in reality your a golden child. The perfect god damn kid." Leon states. "And when your therapist finally explains all those god damn confusing feelings to you, come back to me and explain it. And then explain all the decent things I actually did do for you, instead of painting me out as the villain of your fairytale." Leon snaps.

Cassie feels guilt. "I think this is enough." Taker warns. "Is it? We seem to be airing out all my dirty laundry, when's your turn?" Leon snaps. Cassie looks at you, with a almost sad and painful look. "I could explain their traumas or I could joke about the the fear they both have about being in coffins. A shitty joke guys use during promos to get a reaction. But a correct one. Dad builds coffins but he can never do it alone anymore. Leon can't even look at coffin. I could go on to fight with Leon. Argue which one of us had it worse. Which one of us is right. Or I could apologise and get him to medical." She explains.

"Time won't end for them. But for me? Times too short."

"Why do you want to be so broken?" Leon asks quietly. "I hate every moment that I wake up. I'd pay to be in you shoes were my only worries were nightmares or knee problems, or side affects from a.. " Leon trails off, his eyes darting at taker before cassie. "Drinking problems and drugs. That's what he means there" she informs you. "I wish that could be it. That my ptsd could be from harsh words and shoves in the hallway." Leon continues. "I wish I didn't look the devil in the eyes and survive. I wish he kept me there. I wish Paul was successful or atleast kane was earlier." Leon states. "I was.." Leon stops and turns away. Cassie watches him. "Emotions suck for Leon. He hates any emotion that isn't anger or hatred. He's like papa with his emotions." Cassie tells you.

"Lee.." drew tries. Leon presses his palms to his eyes before turning to face cassie. "I hate how I treated this world. My advantages. My friends, my parents, my family, you. I hated it. I hate that I had anger towards everyone. I hate that I pushed you down this fucked path. I wish I changed sooner." Leon admits. "I wish I could look my father in the eyes and not be reminded of a younger him that haunts me. That I can look at kane and not see Paul. That I can look at you and not see all that damn pain I put you and pa through." Leon continues. "Is he apologising?" Cassie asks you. "Hell I wish I didn't use to wake you up by blasting music. Yell at you for being a second late to the car. Push you around because I could. I used to justify it to myself. Saying she'll be fine. She won't suffer like me. Because you were always so damn strong." Leon tells her.

"You dumped your fuckin fiance on live TV. I broke up with my ex over text and wanted to die. Wanted nothing more to feel any positive emotion." Leon grits out as he raises a hand to hit the side of his head. Cassie moves closer and grabs his wrists. Leon looks at her. "Hes my brother. He's an asshole. But I'll always have him in my corner. I guess I just never wanted to accept that as a kid, or acknowledge it now." She explains to you. "Im sorry." Cassie tells him. "What?" Leon asks. "The amount of shit I caused you, and you still took the blame for me and defend me. You still looked after me and still do now." Cassie admits. "Your my baby sister. I'll always look after you." Leon states without hesitation.

"I went to far." "We both did. But it's what siblings do" Leon chuckles. "Is it? Your bleeding" cassie asks lowering his hands. "Uncle kane burned dad alive in a coffin. He also buried him alive once. I think we are OK on the whole, too far thing" Leon smirks. Cassie chuckles. "I think your a lot stronger then you think. I mean, not many people survive a knife to the face and actual hell" cassie tells him. "Eh hells not that bad. Plus lucifer is a lot more attractive then most think" Leon smirks wrapping an arm around cassies shoulder. Cassie chuckles as Taker rolls his eyes. "Youve got a mean swing by the way. That actually hurts" Leon states before touching his nose. "Thats because your face is sensitive around your nose" drew states without thinking as he walks over and examines his nose.

Cassie smiles at you. "Perfect example of opposites attract. Other then me and Rhea of course."

"Of course you'd know that" cassie teases. Drews cheeks heat up slightly. "Ah sorry, a moment isn't happening still is it?" He asks. Leon smirks and cassie laughs, throwing her arm around him, with thanks to him leaning down slightly. "Of course not Mcintyre" cassie smirks. "Dont you start that too" drew groans hiding his face against Leon's shoulder as Rhea joins them. "You feeling better now?" She asks wrapping an arm around her waist. "Yeah. I think Leon knew exactly what I needed" cassie states. "A good old airing and a fight? Of course. What do you think dad and papa do once a month. Its healthy for ya" Leon smirks. "You guys are so fucked in the head" Rhea chuckles before kissing cassies temple.

"What the hell is going on?" Shawn's voice suddenly calls."this is all on you two" Taker states. "Cassie! Gramps has been looking for you for twenty minutes now! And Leon what the hell have you done too your nose!" Shawn barks moving closer. Rhea and drew smartly step away. "And you" shawn growls pointing at taker. "Did you let this all happen?" He asks. Takers eyes widen and he holds his hands up.

Cassie faces you and smiles. "Yeah. My own messed up little family. But I wouldn't have it any other way. " she states. She pauses slightly. "Kinda like a mafia. But by the way, taker is not the boss. Well publicly yeah, but Shawn? He calls all the shots. I mean watch taker crumble now and Leon try to hide. And me? Me I'm gonna run in 3...2....1" she smirks.

Taker starts spluttering trying to find a excuse. Leon slowly grabs drew and starts slowly moving towards the cars. And cassie. She grabs rhea and starts running towards their car, laughing her head off.

Because sometimes, shouting and fighting is a great therapy.

-----Notes------

That's not true at all. Don't punch your brother and air each others issues out infront of people. Lmao.

Anyways, this is messy and probably inconsistent. I've spent an hour or more on this. Checking now, two hours. I've tried reading over it the best I can. I'm still trying to figure cassies character out. I don't work enough on her, so I am trying. Which is why it's inconsistent and why it also seems like i cant find a reason for her issues. Or what they are exactly. I also wanted to give her a trait. Like you know Leon and taker as demons and well they have their separate traits. Shawn has his...I think...and well I'm currently staring at deadpool riding a unicorn in my deadpool sleep trousers whilst listening to she-hulk. So I thought breaking the 4th wall? Yes please. I mean she's part taker. There's no way she's completely normal.

Also putting Leon in his place was kinda satisfying. I'm concerned I've painted Leon out to be too evil or asshole like. Which oh well, little shit gets too much positive attention off me and too much pity. Also Leon's not victimising himself and shutting down her problems. He just knows his sister needs a reason to snap and take out years of built up anger on him. It does lead to him breaking which he didn't think would happen but ohwell. Suck it Leon.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #leon michaels #drew mcintyre #rhea ripley #cassidy michaels #the family of destruction fics #the family of destruction #kane #paul bearer #kevin nash #chyna #stephanie mcmahon #as mum figures of course

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jostepherjoestar · 4 years ago

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I remember someone suggesting about the La Squadra child being Abbacchio or Mista’s nephew/niece and I was wondering if it’s ok to ask how would (I’m gonna go with Abbacchio) react to that?. Maybe before joining the kid was just a above average intelligent child but was still normal and now Abbacchio is confused as to why their stoic, cold and with a group of assassins.

La Squadra Kid backstory and relation to Abbacchio + general HC’s

Thank you so much for asking this, I’ve been meaning to summarise their backstory and how they ended up with La Squadra! This will be kind of emotional since it’s bit tragic imo. There’s also going to be some HC’s about our little bud so you can all get a feel at how I see them 😊

Long post!

CW: heavier subjects such as trauma, not fun situations for a kid to be in and usual gang related violence, mentions of abortion and mental illness

General HC’s

I’ve always imagined them to be around 7 to 8 years old, but unfortunately due to all that’s happened, their mind has been forced to mature a lot faster. Of course they should have never had to go through that but life isn’t that simple, especially for them.

Their name is Pomo, like an apple or a pommel :) thought it was a fitting and cute name! I’ll still refer to them as La Squadra Kid in titles but opt for Pomo while writing.

Pomo is not that tall for their age, just cute lil bean with puffy cheeks! I’ve decided to keep Pomo’s pronouns neutral, it just seemed to click more.

As far as their personality goes it’s been fun discovering them through your asks! Pomo is a quiet and stoic kid, they don’t smile that often but that doesn’t mean they’re not enjoying themselves.

They love drawing things as a way to express their feelings or the things they like. It’s a lot easier than verbally communicating for them. They’ll say what they need with the least amount of words necessary.

They’ve developed a weird sense of humour, very dry I’d say lol, also thinks it’s funny to scare Ghiaccio, who they know secretly likes them.

Pomo is quite independent and goes out by themselves, their stand is very powerful and kinda scary, even to their colleagues so they can handle any trouble coming their way. Pomo is slowly learning that they don’t need to do everything alone (i.e. asking for company after nightmares)

Though going out alone can result in people turning Pomo away in shops, that’s why Melone is their choice to bring along so it’s not weird a kid is just out alone spending money.

They’re also very glad to do tasks or things the others ask of them, they crave harmony and peace at home so Pomo will try to help achieve that in any way possible (unfortunately this is a result of trauma).

Pomo really likes La Squadra and sees them as their family now, knowing what member is better at offering different types of things and who to turn to for specific needs.

Their stand’s is named My Way (マイウェイ) after the Frank Sinatra song. It fits quite nicely imo, a force to be reckoned with doing it on their own terms.

And lastly, they do not like hugs or being touched that much. They’ll allow hand holding but only if they’re in a good mood, quick head pats are also ok. It really is touch and go with them, Pomo will let you know when they don’t like something.

Backstory and relation to Abbacchio

The world moved in a blur, the two lines on every single pregnancy test strewn out before her like nails getting hammered into her coffin. Suffocating while it was lowered into the ground, scratching and screaming for air, nails bloodied and raw as the reality set in that she was unmistakably pregnant. The panic followed, clenching her chest like a vice, threatening to shatter her heart and lungs in the process, gasping for air and wishing any other truth than this one. Abbacchio’s older sister wept for days, dark circles alternating with red swollen puffiness as the life she’d just started on her own already began to crumble.

The father of her child taking his exit as soon as she confessed her situation, knowing before she’d even tell him that he’d swiftly let her suffer in the mess. The thought of looking a doctor in the eyes, the cruel conversations she would have to endure before they’d let her suffer in uncertainty of the fate of her unborn child, making her choose to just endure it instead. Not that the choice would offer a softer outcome, it was her burden to bare, she thought. Whatever horrible things she’s done to receive such heartless judgement never occurred to her. The only thing the young woman was convinced of, is that she whole heartedly deserved it.

Her younger brother, growing up to be an impressionable adolescent, unsure how to care for his beloved sibling. His eyes always so full of innocent wonderment at his older sister, wanting to become as brave and independent as her. Living alone, working strenuous hours as if only this would make him worthy of the meagre salary of a rookie police officer. Slowly but surely he saw the woman he so admired creep away as her belly grew larger each month. Coming by often to check up on her wellbeing after school, spending nights or even weeks so he’d be by her side. All the while finishing up in high school. As his sister’s expression grew darker, the smiles fading and her laughter but a distant memory Leone Abbacchio could do nothing but stand by and let her lean on him.

The meagre support their parents could offer did little too ease her mind, the reality of becoming a mother and having nothing but emptiness to offer her child digging her ever deeper into the darkness that consumed her. She sobbed the day her child was born, little Pomo’s big eyes asking her if she was even worthy to hold the small babe. Every look at the child reminding her she had already failed, not even able to comfort their cries before feedings. Incapable of shushing them and finding the strength to coo at those tiny hands that ached to play and accept the warm touch of a caregiver. The young mother did what she needed, feeding the child and changing diapers. The depth of her troubles never easing as she had to go back to work, two different jobs needed to support herself and Pomo.

Abbacchio offered what he could, often babysitting and spending weekends at his sister’s cramped apartment. A child taking care of an even smaller one. The hope he held that his sister would regain her previous lust for life faltered. It only seemed to worsen as Pomo grew. The child never overtly fussed or cried, sleeping soundly and cooing gently whenever hungry. Those big eyes always seeming to bore straight through whoever leaned over the basinet to admire them. The child’s mother wished for it all to end, every night she’d pray to any god who would hear her desperate calls. But as she did only further hurting herself, her pleading like whips claiming penitence on her heavy shoulders.

She begged her younger brother to go out and make his dreams come true. “Never let your resolve falter Leone. Ever.” The voice that brought him courage, the broken woman’s words reminding him of the image he so admired once. But in pursuing his career as an officer it would mean less and less time to care for his dwindling sister and her child.

The night she told him the sisters of their local convent would relieve her of her child, the young officer held his sister for hours. The tears they cried filling an endless well of sorrow. It hadn’t brought the relief she thought she would feel, not a feather lighter as her child would be in more capable hands. Caregivers who weren’t afraid to look the toddler in the eyes as they searched your very soul for meaning. At merely four years old dear Pomo lay gently asleep in a different cot, in a stony building smelling of earth, heated by creaky copper pipes while sisters prayed in unison with beaded necklaces intertwining their palms. Praying for deliverance.

Abbacchio came by whenever he could, becoming more and more weary of his actions and the people he swore to protect as his career started to lack the fervour it had when he started out. Seeing Pomo grow into a silent and demure child, laconically learning to read and write, quietly pleading the sisters not to let their touch on their skin linger. Every stroke burning with an unknown memory that someone once held them, just once and decided to never do it again. Their very skin warding off any unwanted contact without even knowing why. A locked memory with a firm grasp on their being.

“Never let your resolve falter, Pomo. Ever.” The last words spoken to the small child before leaving. The lonely child left in the suffocating confines of the convent. Their uncle wouldn’t return for a long time, days spent hoping to see a sliver of his stark hair and bright eyes that had seemed to dull over time. But the child would never forget those words. Not even as the head sister punished them for not answering when spoken to, not when she would order them to remain on the prayer bench for hours as punishment, knees aching to settle as they were forced to remain. Their eyes boring through the other sisters as they came and joined them at their usual hours of worship.

Restraining the stand they were born with from acting out, self control being trained as they kept going, determined to let their uncle’s last words not be wasted on them. In the free time Pomo was allowed, they’d test out whatever the ghostly figure could, standing taller than them with thick black fog-like tentacles resting behind their back. Whatever those touched seemed to shrivel up like roses in wintertime. Pomo was intelligent, interested in more subjects than just his schooling that only seemed to bore them. The ease of the material offering no challenge as they completed tests with full marks, only making the head sister grow suspicious of them and unleashing more punishment.

Men in extravagant suits would visit the convent every so often, hushed whispers as they walked by the child who’d stoically stare as they passed. They’d always ignore them, scared of the glare and aura the child had started emitting. Many of the sisters had rejected the offer to tutor them when the previous one excused herself, feeling too uneasy by Pomo’s being. It didn’t hurt them, they just kept on doing what the sisters asked of them. Stay tidy, study and don’t get in their way. They had accepted their silence and aversion to touch, growing scared to try anything after the entire courtyard greenery was found shrivelled and dead mid spring. Every freshly planted flower grey and sad, the grass as crunchy as if it had just been burned to ashes. Pomo was sat comfortably on the stone bench that was placed there to admire the garden’s beauty. It wasn’t that they wanted it to happen. Someone just came too close and made them panic, not that it was clear to the sister that accidentally grabbed their shoulders while moving past them, the child remained calm, instead letting their stand take care of the burning sensation that crept over their body.

It was one of those days where a well dressed man would come by and whisper secretively with the sisters as they strode towards a private room and remained there until it was time to leave in an equal hurry. But this time a relaxed gentleman stepped out of the room with a large huff, stretching his neck and groaning loudly as he did. The taps of his heeled shiny shoes echoed through the stony arches of the hallway that led to the courtyard where Pomo had been toying a blade of grass between their fingers. Intensely staring at the green colour that stained his pads while their stand loomed over them freely. As the steps drew nearer, the child paid them no mind, instead grabbing a new blade and continuing the process all over. Soft padded steps made their way over casually until a large shadow covered Pomo. Hands rested in his pocked while his arms pushed back the sides of the loose suit jacket. The cigarette dangling from his lips bobbing after he took another intoxicating drag, puffing out the air harshly while peering at the kid.

“And who might you two be?” The man sunk down to a crouch, inspecting a small daisy that stuck out between the sea of green blades. “Pomo.” The child stopped rolling the tuft of grass as they processed his words. Two. Never had they met another who could see the figure that was their only friend. Unsure if the man posed a threat, he exuded a certain cocky confidence they weren’t sure they liked. “Nice to meet you Pomo. That other one looks a bit scary, don’t you think? But then again, you must be too. D’you mind showing me what they can do?” Offering a gentle chuckle as he gently pried, curious to see what this lonesome child could do, never having witnessed someone so young possessing a stand. It sure peaked the man’s interest as he twirled the daisy between his digits.

The amount of precision they possessed shocked him as the daisy was shot with a quick tap of a foggy black tentacle. It crumbled under his pads as he pressed it, letting it fall back onto the earth. Impressed by the ability and thoroughly interested in what it could do for him, the man proceeded. “Have you even killed someone with that?” There was no need to beat around the bush, that much was obvious when the child never seemed to have moved from their position, merely staring at the ground before them. A slow methodical dark tendril crept towards the man, stopping an inch before his polished shoe. Pomo turned their gaze upwards now, offering a look so unreadably neutral it made the man’s heart beat faster in fear, his many years in Passione not having prepared him to face another that lacked fear as much as the child in front of him. “Do you like it here, Pomo?”

A proposal started taking form in the man’s head, one he’d have to discus with his boss before acting on it. “No.” Clear as a bell their voice made a sinister hope grow, a hope that it would only take as little as just asking them to join up with Passione to get his desired answer. As an Advisor he’d have little hurdles in his way before bringing up the idea to his boss, being one of the only few allowed to even directly communicate with the mysterious man. “You seem fearless, to an unsettling degree, kid. If I asked you to kill a guy, would you?” Somehow the direct communication had been the most pleasant conversation Pomo has had in a few years, be it of a morally ambiguous subject, but refreshing to have another respect their space and not be afraid to ask what they desired of them.

“Are they bad?” The amount of troubling honesty behind the child’s harsh gaze making the man believe he’d met his fate, it had been like Pomo was asking if he deserved to live another moment, their stand still remaining at the tip of his shoe. “Not in their own opinion.” Clearing his throat to regain any sort of confidence, the kid’s eyes skipping through the pages of his soul, weighing his sins and good deeds. In reality they were doing no such thing, only weighing their options, grown tired of the convent and its inhabitants, aching to find any sort of family or support without even knowing it. “Ok.” As they gave their answer they chose to retract their stand, ending the conversation without another word. The Advisor’s sigh of relief deeper than any he had before, glad to be able to continue living.

The Boss was feeling generous, letting his Advisor know that placing the child amongst the men of La Squadra Esecuzioni could serve them well, perhaps make them regain any semblance of respect in the organisation. Opting out of putting their deadly stand in his personal Unità Speciale, fearing the effects of Cioccolata or Secco would build a threat larger than himself. Pomo agreed immediately, knowing it would be best to leave the sisters behind to pray for the child’s deliverance. Making their own money, be it a scanty salary, living with a group of other misfits and taking care of jobs here and there did not sound like the worst future for them. The sisters, terrified at the transfer, having no clue what the mafia would even want with the child, did not let the only person on the outside that cared for them know about the move. Too afraid of the consequences.

But after joining with Bucciarati, Abbacchio held great shame, afraid to face his sister’s child with those eyes that understood too much at such a young age. Fearing any visit would involve them with the tricky business he got entangled in, the little one becoming a distant and painful memory. If only he knew.

Further events take place after part 5 where everyone survives and La Squadra works under Don Giovanna. At Risotto’s request Pomo was left out of the fights regarding Trish and the Bucci gang.

While out with Melone to buy some more markers, Abbacchio felt like he’d seen a ghost. The familiar figure of his sister’s child standing next to a Passione assassin Bruno had fought not that long ago while he excitedly pointed out stuffed animals through the toyshop’s window. “Pomo?” Abbacchio had crept closer, carefully assessing if it were smart to approach. Melone had turned before Pomo could, eyeing the familiar gangster before him. “What do you need with Pomo?” Melone’s features hardened into a scowl while searching for their hand. All Pomo could do was stare up at their uncle they hadn’t seen in what felt like forever.

“What’s going on, is everything alright Pomo?” That deep voice reminding them of when he last visited, the voice that told them to never let their resolve falter, ever. “First of all, answer my question. What do you want with them?” Melone stepped forward, never one to initiate conflicts but needing an explanation as to why Leone Abbacchio knew their teammate that had explicitly never been in contact with his side of Passione. “That’s my sister’s kid. Step down you idiot. I’m not here to start shit. Now answer me; what are they doing with you?” Abbacchio growled back at the lithe man, searching Pomo’s eyes for an answer. “Pomo is part of our team. Been so for almost a year now.” He calmed down as he remembered all the fond memories they’d made together, even after the horrible fights with the other gangster’s team.

The amount of shock and confusion Abbacchio felt was immeasurable. After many “what”’s and “how”’s Melone calmly explained that Pomo had quite the powerful stand and still wanted to be part of their squad. “We ask every once in a while if they still want this. Never said no so far.” Melone practically beamed, the other man still trying to process the explanation. Pomo quickly understood their uncle’s position as well, clearly another member of Passione as they connected the dots. That small kid has never hurt anyone -that he knew of- and now they’re an assassin already in possession of a stand? What the actual fuck. His knees began to feel weak, looking for support as he slid down the toyshop’s windowsill. “I’m sorry.” Hands scrambling at his scalp while he stared at the ground, despair filling every inch of his being. Another person he cared about thrown into the complicated landscape of Passione.

The little one reached out their hand at the man that had meant so much to them, one of the only ones to ever offer the child any semblance of a connection. Until Pomo met their new family. A soft pat on the uncle’s platinum strands, grazing the man’s overworked hands. Melone felt his intrusion, staring off into the crowd as he kept some distance, sure to be within ample reach; should anything happen.

Abbacchio had grown so much, learned that his life was worth living. Following his sisters’s advice to strengthen his resolve and to never let it falter like he did before joining Passione. But this one memory, this one being of the past had made its way back. The child he so lovingly took care of and the pain he felt to have left them behind crashing through him as he sat there. Remembering his capo’s words, his kindness and that look of care and understanding making him reach up to the little hand. Memories of them fussing over touches reminding him a hug wasn’t possible. As his eyes met Pomo’s, the ones that always understood the ones they looked in but never let you know what was being kept behind their own. “I’m sorry for leaving you.” He uttered, the small hand getting enveloped in his bigger ones, begging them for forgiveness. “I’ve missed you.” the child spoke, their expression ever unchanging as Abbacchio felt tears flood his eyes and spill onto his cheeks. The purple haired man that had been following along from a distance couldn’t help but blink away his feelings, pitying the small one.

“Never let your resolve falter.” Pomo repeated. The words they’d clung to, any semblance of purpose all pinned on the only advice they’ve ever received. “Ever.” Abbacchio replied, squeezing the small hand between his before wiping away the tears, his actions were forgiven but not forgotten. “Are you ready, kid?” Melone stepped back into reach, offering a hand to the man he’d called an enemy not too long ago, helping him up. A quick nod from the child, a sliver of relief finally being felt, their uncle was still safe and alive. “You know where to find us. Don’t hesitate to come.” Waving goodbye as they entered the store, Melone offering as much assurance he could muster for his now-colleague. But mostly in awe of the child’s strength, they really were something else, huh.

#cozy ask #worked quite hard on this one #really like the result too #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #abbacchio x reader #melone x reader #jjba fic #jjba x y/n #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba imagines #leone abbachio x reader #pomo

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re-diesirae · 3 years ago

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6. Claire

She was running through the chaotic streets of Raccoon City. The hordes of undead tailing right behind her with their horrid growls and that putrid smell of the dead. She had run out of ammo, which meant that if she got cornered, she was in trouble.

She had gotten separated from Leon, and she did not even know if the young man was still alive at all.

Claire took a turn and found herself cornered; it was a dead-end, and she had no bullets. The horrid cannibal monsters were moving slowly to her.

It was it; this was her end.

Claire woke up, startled, and she felt the sun rays coming through the holes in the ceiling, hit her on her face. Her breathing was agitated, and she took some seconds to recover.

She hated those nightmares. They were a recurrent thing, but it had been a while since she dreamt of Raccoon. The city where everything began vanished. With the years, the memories from the place had gotten buried under fresher incidents. Her nightmares were often about nonsense or about places she had visited more recently.

Claire looked around her, remembering where she was. It was morning already, and Leon did not wake her for the shift.

She was slightly annoyed, but at the same time, she was grateful. She knew Leon had done it to let her recover.

She stretched and grabbed her head. The pain was still there, but it was significantly lesser, and her vision was back to normal, too, which meant the effects of the hit were starting to pass.

"Hey, good morning, sleeping beauty," Leon greeted her, and she rolled her eyes.

Claire had forgotten how much of a charmer Leon was when it came to dealing with ladies. Their interactions were on the friendly side, and he had long stopped using his flirty tones on her, so it was the first time in years that she heard him use that tone with her.

"Good morning, cheater," she answered, "I thought we agreed you would wake me up for a guard shift."

Leon snorted.

"I tried, but you just fell asleep again."

"I...I did?" Claire answered in shock.

"Yeah, after saying you wanted ten more minutes," Leon smirked, "Besides, you looked to be enjoying yourself. When was the last time you had a good night of sleep?"

When was it? Claire tried to remember when was the last time she had slept more than three hours without interruptions, but she couldn't remember. Between nightmares and work, she had skipped a lot of sleeping hours in the last few months. Naturally, Claire would not tell him about that.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am just asking," he replied, shaking his head. "You just looked like you had not slept well in a while."

"Well, I hardly think that sleeping in a dilapidated cottage surrounded by mutant monsters can be considered a good sleep."

Leon snorted.

"Anywhere is a good place when you are exhausted," he reasoned.

Claire was not going to argue that. She had to admit that even though it had not been the best sleeping in her existence, she had rested nicely that night. She was not in her best shape, but at least she would not be as useless now.

"I am not discussing my sleep patterns with you, Leon," Claire sighed. "We should head out and try to find a way out of here."

"Yeah, but first, let me see your head."

Claire did not argue, and she allowed the agent to check her. After some minutes, he stood and helped Claire on her feet. The auburn headed accepted his hand and pushed herself up. She tested her stability and was rejoiced to see that she wasn't dizzy anymore. However, her head still hurt, and if she made the wrong move, she was sure she would stumble.

"How is your head?" Leon asked.

"Stingy, but alright. I am ready to go."

"Are you sure? I think we can afford some minutes if you need them."

"No, I'm ok. Let's move."

"Ok. I tried to contact Hunnigan several times yesterday. My signal still has interference, but I think I managed to connect. She might be able to track our location, and I am sure your dear brother will be here soon."

"Yeah, with the big guns, I supposed."

"I just hope he won't use them against me."

"Nah, not even Chris is that unreasonable, and if it makes you feel better, I can talk on your behalf," Claire chuckled, "he usually listens to me."

"I bet he does."

"Alright, then. We must try to stay in one piece until then," Claire reasoned, "We can try to gather supplies as we go, but I don't think our captors have left ammo lying around for us."

"One never knows," Leon said, checking his gun, "So, just like old times?"

"Yeah, I guess you don't get the pleasure of going solo this time, superagent," Claire smirked, picking her rifle and walking out.

"I have no complaints about my partner," she heard Leon mutter behind her.

The place looked a lot different in daylight. Compared to other places she had been, Claire was pleased to see a change of scenery. The sight of trees, grasslands, and the fresh air was a nice change from the acrid air of tunnels and underground facilities.

"Oh, that's right," Claire said, "The locals here..."

"Yeah, they are infected by an improved strain of Plagas."

"An improved strain of Plagas?" Claire said.

"Hum, yeah. I had the pleasure of dealing with it some years ago, during a mission in the East Slav Republic. Aim at their heads, but be careful since some of them can mutate after being destroyed."

"I guess that makes sense. I thought the symptoms looked familiar, but I couldn't quite connect them to anything I knew," Claire nodded, "I guess you've been busy, Leon."

"I could say the same about you."

Claire chuckled. They all had been busy. Chris and the BSAA were always fighting in the frontlines when an attack came, while Leon and the DSO worked diligently tracking terrorists, as well. Claire wondered if she would ever get to spend a day with her family and friends like any other person.

"What can I say? Work is a demanding boyfriend," Claire shrugged.

"Well, you sure have a singular taste for your boyfriends. Have you not thought of getting a real one for a change?"

Claire snorted at the suggestion. Getting a real boyfriend was something she had long given up. Her work demands rarely gave her free time, and what was the point of having a relationship when she had no time to dedicate to it?

"I am fine. I never had a real one when I was young, and the Racoon City mess just put an end to any attempts. It doesn't matter."

"You didn't have a boyfriend before this began? Somehow I find that hard to believe."

"Really? Why?"

"When I met you, you looked like the kind of girl that any guy would chase around."

"Oh, well. I suppose there were guys interested, but if Chris didn't chase them away, it was my personality who spooked them."

"Chris scared off your potential guys?"

"Yeah, something like that, but it wasn't all his fault. I played my part, scaring some, too. "

"I can't see how you would do that."

Claire snorted.

"Please, Leon. Honestly, I am surprised you were not scared the first time we met. What guy feels comfortable with a tomboyish girl who handles guns and fights as I did?"

"I think that was what I liked most from you..." Leon answered sincerely. "You were not of those girls who waited for someone to save her."

"Well, I guess you have a weird taste, as well," Claire laughed, "Besides, my luck with men sucks. Either they get killed, or they turn out to be traitors..."

Claire sighed. Why was she telling him this? Leon had no interest in that, but surprisingly, she found that telling him these things was easy.

"What do you mean with that?" Leon asked curiously, "Any ex-boyfriend that I haven't heard of?"

Claire stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him skeptically.

"Leon, you can't be talking seriously."

"Why not? I'm trying to catch up. It's been ages since we had a casual conversation," Leon said, "When was the last time we talked about something that was not related to a mission?"

He was right. Even their friendly calls ended up being about their missions and their jobs. They rarely talked about anything outside of that. They had crossed paths in one or two of the BSAA meetings, but they had never stopped to chat about things outside their work.

"So, ex-boyfriends?"

"None," Claire sighed, "I met a couple of nice guys once, but they got killed in an outbreak. Then years later, I met this colleague at TerraSave. I thought he was a decent guy, but it turned out he was selling us as guinea pigs to Alex Wesker in exchange for a sample of Ouroboros. As I said, my luck with men sucks."

Leon didn't answer. He continued to listen to her as she spoke.

"Looking at the bright side, Chris gets to brag about being the only man in my life."

"That's a lie," Leon said, "You have other men in your life."

"I suppose I might, but I have morals, Leon. I can't call someone taken as my man," Claire chuckled, "What about charmer?"

"What about me? I guess I am the same as you. My job is a demanding girlfriend."

"Really? There I thought you would have made some progress with Ada."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but Ada and I have a different kind of relationship."

"Yeah, right. That's what you call it."

Claire chuckled in amusement at Leon's look. She knew those two had something between them. That was the main reason why Claire had given up the idea of getting together with Leon in the first place. Even if she had a crush on him back then, Leon's thoughts were always about Ada, and she could not compete against that.

"Oh, Leon..." Claire said, looking ahead.

Leon looked as well and gave her a silent nod. The two jumped into some bushes and stayed low as a group of infected locals walked past them. To their relief, none of the infected noticed them, and so far, there had been no signs from the mutant creatures that Claire had met the night before.

"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."

"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. "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."

Leon smirked.

"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..."

And broken, too.

Claire followed Leon as he led her through the forest. She was not usually the kind to follow the lead quietly, but she did not feel the energy to act on her own now. There was some comfort in Leon's company that gave her a sense of reassurance. It was a similar feeling to what she felt when Chris was nearby.

The thought was naive and perhaps a little silly, but something about having them close always made Claire feel like nothing could ever harm her. Realistically speaking, it was nonsense, but psychologically, it was something different.

"Strange..."

Leon's whisper pulled Claire out of her thoughts. The woman looked at the agent, who was standing protectively by her side.

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

Claire pondered the question. He had a point. Things were unusually calm compared to the hell she had faced the night before. It was almost as if daylight had brought them some peace.

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

It was a wild guess, but it was the only excuse she could come up with to explain it.

"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."

Claire nodded. Moving in the daylight had its other benefits too. They had better visibility so they could avoid hostiles with more ease, and if the lack of the nasty monsters was a hint, then maybe they were indeed safer during the day.

"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?"

"Thank you."

That caught Leon by surprise. The blonde turned to look at her quizzically, and she smiled at him weakly.

"What for?"

"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."

Leon looked at her and smiled, shaking her head.

"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. He was right. Chris would never stand doing nothing while she was getting kidnapped.

"Yeah, you might be right."

Leon put his hand on her shoulder, and she found the touch comforting.

"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?"

That was a good question. Claire wasn't sure herself.

"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."

Leon didn't reply. He walked lost in his thoughts, and for a moment, Claire wondered about what he was thinking.

That's none of your business, Claire.

Claire shook her head and kept on walking behind him, pushing the thoughts away.

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imnotwolverine · 4 years ago

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The Accidental Family - I am..WHAT?!

Henry Cavill x OFC Phoebe (Bee)

Warnings: mentions of smut, strong language, unplanned pregnancy, sad fluff

Word count: 2.414

Author’s note: OKAY..one more to finish the year. I’m writing this while frying oliebollen (Dutch dough balls we eat during festivities) and my fingers are all sticky and sweet, but hey; I can’t leave you readers hanging on the last day of this miserable year! Kisses 😘

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Phoebe was done with it all. Done with this week; done with the slump that was her life right now. She just worked through a week with three over-time shifts at the hospital, some annoyances with her new IUD and Leon. Fucking-fucktard Leon.

But tonight she was going to be a big girl and suck it up, because heck; she was a good friend and tonight was Megan’s night. After long years of hard toil and shitty side-jobs, Megan had MADE it. She had gotten her first serious acting gig and tonight was the premiere, to which Phoebe would be her +1.

Single girls unite.

Sighing, Phoebe leaned into her make-up mirror, applying a coat of lipgloss to her pursed lips, heavy eyelashes fluttering. She never wore this much make-up, but it seemed like a thing you did when you went to such a fancy party. An A-lister party. Would Meryl Streep be there? She always had wanted to meet Meryl Streep.

Smacking her lips to feel the stickiness of her lipgloss - why did people like wearing this crap? -, she moved out to the hall of her small apartment where she heard the intercom buzz. Alright. Showtime.

‘Coming!’ She called to nobody in particular, hastily looking over the rows of shoes that were messily stacked by her door. Heels - heels - heels. And that scarf. Leon’s scarf. “Accidentally” left behind after he had come over to finally pick up the last of his things. She couldn’t stand the sight of it, and if it were a “good girl thing” to do, she’d shove it down the trash right now - like the trash he was. Cheater.

*tringgg*

Hurry! -- Okay, shoes! Purple, brown, practical, no - no - no.. And then her eye fell on the perhaps a bit painful, but very much sexy heels she had once bought to wear for her 6th anniversary with Leon. Fuck-Me-Pumps. With silvery diamond straps and all. He hadn’t given two damns about them, about her dreams she had tried to talk about during that dinner - kids - but then again, Phoebe learned a year later why that was; CHEATER.

‘Please bring me luck, babies.’ Phoebe mumbled, picking up the intercom that buzzed again. ‘Just putting on my shoes. Down in a minute.’

‘Alright m’am.’ A deep voice responded politely.

Was that the driver? It must be the driver! They had a driver?! OH MEGAN, YOU!

Excitement started to bubble in Phoebe’s tired bones as she realised that perhaps for tonight, things could be fun - painful shoes and all.

Show-time.

The water boiler gurgled lazily on the countertop, two pairs of eyes staring down at it, willing it to go faster.

‘You didn’t respond to my text.’ Henry tried to keep a casual tone, but even with all his acting experience, the hurt was evident as his blue eyes swiftly moved over to Phoebe, who that had just knocked on his door after 3 months of radio silence.

‘Yea...’ Phoebe cleared her throat and awkwardly leaned into the opposite kitchen counter Henry was leaning into. The tension was tangible and for a moment she scolded herself for pushing Megan to find out Henry’s address.

‘..some..stuff happened.’

‘Is this the point where you’re going to tell me you’re married and your husband found out?’

Phoebe’s eyes widened and a chuckle escaped her lips, making Henry frown. ‘That might have just made all this a bit easier. But eh..no. I ..’

‘FEEEEBBsss where WEREEEE youu. Oh my god. Have you met..’ Phoebe could barely manage to stay balanced on her high heels as Megan’s hand dragged her away from the toilets - away from him - and onto one of the far corners of the crowded room where some mildly creepy man was waving at Megan. Megan waved back, but Phoebe could only focus on the burst of white camera flashes behind her, her eyes wishing to look if he followed.

But Megan’s grip was tight and Phoebe was perhaps three shot glasses too drunk to stay on her feet AND look over her shoulder - the deep pink blush on her cheeks betraying that something was going on.

‘..so I had this super fun chat with Michael. You know Michael right? I mean he was crazyyy excited about..Phoebe? Earth to Phoebe!’ Megan’s neatly manicured nail prodded into Phoebe’s silvery dress, awakening the blond woman from her over-shoulder stare when they finally had halted.

‘Wh-what? Hi! Sorry. Eh..’ Instantly the deep pink worsened on Phoebe’s cheeks as Megan shot her one unbelieving wild eyed stare - she knew. Oh fuck, she knew.

‘You know what - if you’d excuse us for a moment.’ Megan smiled charmingly at the old man that was checking her out for all the wrong reasons.

Again Megan’s hand pulled on her arm, but this time they travelled less far, walking out to a more quiet area guarded by some heavy red curtains which offered a walkway for the staff who much resembled an army of tuxedo clad ants moving large trays of fizz around.

‘You are 50 shades of red, hun.’ Megan chuckled, wiping some mildly smudged lipgloss from Phoebe’s chin.

‘Oh, woops.’ Phoebe quickly mimicked the wipe on her chin, but the sticky residue was already gone - though other sticky residue on some other lips were most definitely still there.

Shit, she had to get cleaned up fast. She wasn’t even wearing any PANTIES. DAMMIT. Oh my...how..why..Wobbling dangerously on her heels again, Phoebe lurched for one of the walls, a sudden wave of nausea coming over her as her red cheeks turned bitter green.

‘Awh shit Feebs. You OK? Eh..Ehhhhh...’ Nervously Megan looked around the stretch of the hallway, black and white tuxedos cruising deftly around with the patterns of a well-practised champagne carrying dance.

‘Pfff...’ Phoebe tried to breath in deeply, inhaling whatever air she could muster in her suddenly claustrophobically tight lungs. Oh what did she do?!!! OH NO. Oh Christ. Good girls don’t shag in toilet stalls. Good girls don’t... ‘Pff - pff -pff’ With short little puffs she let out the air, but the nausea didn’t fade. How did pregnant women do that? Damn.

‘I gotta go home.’

‘Yea-yea. Let me fix you a cab.’ Megan clipped her fingers and in a few minutes Phoebe was loaded into a cab, away from the bustling bubble of Hollywood A-listers and hot shots.

The fairytale, was over.

‘I got scared.’

‘Of me?’ Henry’s face pulled into one of agony, making him look even more disheveled with his wild curls, crumpled white shirt - which looked much too good on his large chest - and loose hanging grey sweatpants.

‘No. I mean. Eh. Well. I lost my phone and..I called..and..someone picked up.’

‘Lea? Miranda? What someone?’ Henry stepped a little closer as the water cooker started to come to a slow boil.

‘I don’t know. I -- They said they never heard of me, so I explained what..happened - oh fuck I shouldn’t have..I...pfffff. I panicked.’ A heavy blush crept over her cheeks as she nervously eyed the water boiler, the little lever moving back to “off” as the water danced in a heavy boil within.

‘Gr-green tea? English tea? Mint? I got some..’ Henry’s voice trailed off.

Phoebe shrugged and brushed a hand over her cheek, willing herself to stop blushing as the large stranger of a man brushed passed her to reach for the tea bags that were located just beside her head.

‘Oh sorry.’ She quickly tried to get away, but Henry could only grin.

‘It’s not funny, Cavill.’ Phoebe pouted shyly.

‘Well you stood me up. I’m allowed to..smile, no?’

Phoebe opened her mouth to say something. Perhaps ask for forgiveness, or further her explanation to why she chickened out to trying again - and how she had even gotten his address. But no words came and so she just watched as Henry turned back to the task of making tea, bunching a few mint leaves in the two grey mugs that were settled on the smooth grey kitchen counter.

This man sure liked his greys.

‘I eh..actually ..had to tell you something.’

Even Phoebe herself wasn’t prepared for the words that had just escaped her lips, but there they were, earning a surprised quirk of Henry’s eyebrow.

‘You don’t say.’ His lip curled into another cheeky grin and Phoebe couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. Henry chuckled and hinted in the direction of the kitchen table. ‘Let’s sit.’

-- And that was a very good idea --

‘Meg..oh I’m in deep shit.’ Phoebe paced her small hallway as she waited for her friend’s voice to soothe her stomach fluttering nerves, her new smartphone clutched tightly in her hand.

‘Oh- oh- wait a sec. Baby..yea..mommy is gonna be righttt there. Just a moment okay?’ A short pause followed and then Megan finally answered. ‘HEYY booo. What’s cooking goodlookin’?’

‘A baby, that’s what.’

‘W-what?’

Why didn’t he say anything? Phoebe nervously fingered the ear of her mug, waiting for Henry to give any kind of response to what she had just explained, and for the slightest moment she considered fleeing again - like she had numerous times when she tried to find the courage and call him, text him - anything. But that just hadn’t sat right, felt right. And then for long weeks she just pushed the reality of it all away. How could she be pregnant?! HOW?!

The new IUD, that’s how. But, Henry had used protection; how much bad luck could one have?! So much for accidents that happen in cramped little bathroom stalls.

Finally Henry made a noise, but it was more like a surprised squeak, then any normal sound a man his size would make.

‘I’m sorry.’ Phoebe lowered her eyes a little more, taking it up as a; yea, this is not cool, girlfriend.

No, scratch that - she was not even his girlfriend. Ha! They were strangers for fuck’s sake.

‘O-okay.’ Henry inhaled deeply and nodded, brushing a hand over the head of his dog, who was pushing a curious nose into his lap. ‘Okay. Wow.’

‘Yea..’ Phoebe swallowed thickly. ‘I..I’m keeping it either way. But..I thought..’ Her fingers had apparently curled around the mug so fiercely that it right about screamed as its small ear broke off. ‘OH FUCK.’ Her eyes widened as her lips turned into a shocked little “o”.

Henry laughed. ‘Well, we better get new mugs before that baby is born.’

Was he being sarcastic? Phoebe felt like she was close to tears as the man before her cracked out the mug joke. Oh, why did she always ruin things?!

‘Oh don’t cry. Please don’t cry. It’s just a mug.’ Henry’s smile turned into a pained lip bite as he saw the silvery tears rim Phoebe’s eyes. But Phoebe couldn’t help it, her lower lip already shivering as she looked down at the broken little tea ear in her hand.

‘I’m sorry..’ She whimpered pathetically, the first tears already beading down her cheek before Henry could push away his chair and squat down beside her.

‘Hey-hey. It’s okay. It’s..hey, come on now.’

‘I’ll *sniff* g-get a new..ha..new one *sniff*’

Henry smiled, slowly shaking his head before he carefully brushed his fingers through her golden locks, hooking them behind her ear so he could properly see her face.

‘Bee..’ His voice lowered to a gentle hum.

‘It’s Phoebe by the way.’ She sniffled.

‘Okay. Hello Phoebe.’ His hand folded around her hand that was carefully holding onto the broken off mug ear. Hesitantly, Phoebe looked away from her hand, right into the blue ocean that had drawn her in some three months ago from across the crowded room. She now too noticed a little fleck of brown in there - a little accidental mutation. Would the baby have his eyes?

‘H-hi.’ She sniffled, trying her best to turn her lips in a smile, but it only worsened everything, more tears bursting from her eyes as the stress and chaos of the past months came crashing down. In an instant she felt herself be enveloped by large warm arms, a hot breath fanning over her head as Henry nuzzled her hair, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear as he spoke:

‘It was just an accident, okay? No harm done.’

Phoebe nodded, but scolded herself anyways. Sure enough he was just talking about the mug. The stupid fucking mug. But what about the fucking baby?! Her..- his - baby.

‘Phoebe? Bee?’ He settled back a little, his fingers brushing through her hair again. ‘How about we go sit on the couch and I make you a new cup of tea and we..’ He licked his lip as his eyes quickly flew over her heart-shaped, tear bruised face. He had to try hard not to unnecessarily coo over her. He didn’t want to chase her away this time. Especially not now. Not with this..situation.

A..baby?!

‘You don’t have to be so nice you know.’ Phoebe muttered, looking back at him.

‘Well, too bad I’m a nice guy then.’ -- Who is going to be a dad!!! WOO! -- His lips curled in a sweet smile.

‘Nice guys don’t shag women in bathroom stalls, do they?’

Henry cleared his throat at her sharp words, quickly looking down at his hand covering hers. ‘Yea..that was a ..bit uncharacteristic of mine. Ha..fuck..You know I scolded myself so hard for doing that. I-I sent you a pretty long Whatsapp message after, but..’

‘I never got that. Must be some syncing issue when I got my new phone.’ Phoebe’s lips curled in a watery smile. ‘The couch is fine.’

‘Okay.’ Henry’s smile grew a little. ‘Can you walk?’

‘Pff..Of course I can walk.’ She huffed, before she all but flew up into Henry’s chest in surprise when she was nuzzled by a very wet nose.

‘Oh, I forgot to mention, this is Kal. My dog. And he likes the word “walk”’ - the dog borked softly - ‘very much.’

They both laughed and Kal’s ears perked up, his wet nose pressing in Phoebe’s elbow again, pushing her further up into Henry’s welcoming arms.

The whole situation was weird, but as Henry felt how naturally they somehow melted into an embrace, her arms wrapping around his back, he could only smile.

Sometimes accidents simply offered you the little push you needed all along. Be it in the form of broken mugs or babies.

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expiredfairydust · 4 years ago

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best friends ~ bubblegum rock/kazuleon || ft. nb gay! kaz || pt. 2

//tw: self hatred, kinda internalised homophobia, uncensored F slur bcoz the author can reclaim it//

a loud gasp forced the two to pull away from their kiss quickly, both of them quickly moving to look in the direction of where the noise had come from.

kazuichi went red due to embarrassment, noticing the unmistakable blonde hair of miss sonia darting away.

she had poked her head around the door to souda’s room - they never locked it in case leon wanted to come and cuddle - meaning to ask the pinkette if they’d been given any homework as she had been in first aid for most of the day before, unaware of what was happening between the mechanic and their crush.

and now she was running off, trying to give the pair privacy. souda, panicking because their illusion of heterosexuality was likely being broken, ran after her, calling “miss s-sonia! wait!! i-i swear it’s not what it looks like i’m s-sorry miss sonia you’re the only one i love i swear!!” they were crying for real now at the realisation that they had just ruined the one thing that was theirs.

the blonde suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned back to kazuichi. her face had an odd expression that kazuichi couldn’t read.

she put a hand over the mechanic’s mouth. “you do not understand souda, i do not care about you and kuwata’s relationship! in fact, i am glad because now you can leave me and miss fukawa to our relationship in peace - i was and still am rather disgusted at your lack of knowledge on personal boundaries but now i do not have to worry about that because you have no reason to!” she spoke slightly forcefully without meaning to. when she was done, she took her hand away and started walking off again.

“miss sonia!! i-i-i-“ kazuichi couldn’t gather their words, thousands of thoughts racing through their head. “we’re not dating... it was.. it was only a kiss....” they would mumble, more tears streaming down their face with every word. “i-it was all my fault anyways... i-i.. i was.. i was the one who kissed him and it was so so stupid of me because he’s the only person i have left and now he probably hates me for- for-“

their voice cracked and they couldn’t go on speaking, their legs giving way underneath them. “for being such a disgusting fucking faggot!! and-and-and i don’t blame him because i hate myself too!!” they were practically shouting now. “but dammit i love him so fucking much! so much, it hurts! god it feels like my heart is being ripped apart and i can’t fix it and i don’t know what to do and i hate that! and even if i could ever tell him properly i just know he’d hate me because who could ever like such a pathetic little FAG”

they didn’t know why they were telling all of this to miss sonia, maybe it was because they didn’t want her to think leon’s standards were so low as to date them. maybe they just needed to let everything out, needed to rant. because the moment they opened their mouth the words seemed to vomit out.

and once they were done ranting they ran off to the loos so they could actually vomit, as they often did out of distress. they ran to the far away disabled loos, on the opposite end of campus - they were the only public gender neutral loos on campus - so they wouldn’t have to face leon again, who they assumed was still in their room.

key word: assumed.

because leon had actually heard every word, only a few paces behind kazuichi during their confession. he had ran to try and take the mechanic in his arms, to say that it was okay because he loved them that way back. he had ran, just as kazuichi ran off.

meanwhile the princess was just happily beaming to herself, knowing that leon heard every word. she had successfully wingwomanned for the creep and the punk! it was a double win, as leon tended to flirt with touko as well as kazuichi’s horrible attempts to look straight by chasing after miss sonia herself. she made her way to her girlfriend’s dorm to tell her all about what she did.

leon’s thoughts were racing, as he tried to figure out what was even happening. kaz was in love with him... kazzy loved him back... but they thought that kiss was all their fault? as if leon hadn’t chosen to kiss them too? and now they thought he hated them? why? why would he kiss them if he hated them? god kazuichi was a dumb bitch at the best of times...

leon couldn’t help but smile through his tears, which he hadn’t noticed either.

kazuichi really loved him back..!

him!

but they thought leon felt the opposite...

right...

well, leon would just have to change that, he decided as he started looking for his best friend. he knew the mechanic got physically unwell when they were unwell, so he’d just have to check all the loos until he found the right one!

except kazuichi was nonbinary and relatively androgynous, so the baseball star had no clue which loos they’d be in, and he couldn’t exactly barge into the women’s loos checking to find his friend.

so, that meant he’d have to find ibuki, who had joined his band, and ask nya to check the girls’ loos while he checked the men’s and disabled loos. nya was also non binary, but at least she passed as a girl enough to enter the women’s loos.

it wasn’t hard, seeing as the noise they made made all over on the other side of the campus-

(conveniently close to one of the only gender neutral loos on campus)

-was loud enough to be heard in another country. leon was regretting leaving his ear plugs in kaz’s dorm, as he plugged his ears with his fingers and ran towards the sound.

“IBUKI!!!!” he yelled once he was in the practice room mioda was in.

“WHAT?!?”

“WHAT???”

“WHAT?!”

this was going to be tedious, leon thought, as he moved towards where everything was plugged in and unplugged the speakers.

ah, silence,,, at least it would’ve been if mioda wasn’t screeching at leon for what he did. “jesus christ calm down ibuki! i need you for something important” leon hissed, ibuki going completely quiet at the word “important” - void loved being helpful!

the bubbly musician sped off to search once leon explained what he needed. knowing nya, she’d probably check all the men’s loos too, void didn’t seem to get what made people so iffy about not sharing a bathroom with different genders.

but with that, leon got to looking too. and it wasn’t long before he heard the sound of sobbing in the disabled loos, accompanied by the sound of vomiting. well, there’s kaz...

he knocked on the door “kazzy?” he tentatively spoke. there was the click of the door being unlocked for leon to enter. he soon dropped to the floor, next to the pinkette, pulling them into his lap and holding them tightly. “shshshhh... i’m here kazzy...” the ginger would whisper sweetly into souda’s ear.

he held the younger student’s hair back as they puked again. “now how about you tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours?” he whispered, despite knowing already. he wanted kazuichi to say it again. to him, not to miss sonia.

but kaz didn’t want to talk. “it’s stupid” they said, snuggling against leon.

“if it’s stupid why don’t you say it?”

“coz you’ll hate me even more than you do for kissing you” their words were hard to understand through their tears.

“what makes you think i hate you? if i hated you, would i be here with you now? c’mon how about you wash your mouth out? all that puking must have left a horrible taste” leon spoke with a gentle tone, which was unlike him but comforting to the sobbing boy in his lap.

once almost all traces of puke had been ridden from the mechanic’s mouth, leon sat them on his lap again, holding them tightly. “how about you tell me what’s wrong now, eh kazzy?” he said sweetly, wiping his best friend’s tear stained cheeks with his sleeve.

“promise you won’t hate me?”

“pinky promise”

the pinkette drew a deep breath, getting ready to speak. then shook their head. “i-i can’t”

a realisation dawned upon leon then. this was his chance to reveal his own secret! “i’ll tell you something about me that i’ve been hiding if that would make you feel any better” a slow nod gave him the ok to speak.

“i’m intersex. when i was born the doctors told my mom and dad and they were.. well, i don’t know how they felt but i was forced into an opporation to make me “fully” male as a baby and all my life i’ve had to take medication to keep my hormones at a “normal male” level, which is odd coz i was never actually told that’s what it was for until recently” the ginger spoke, resting his head on kazuichi’s shoulder

“but, i want to stop taking my meds, i don’t want to be 100% a boy, and that decision kinda scares me in case people won’t accept it. in case you don’t accept it” he added after hesitating. “now do you wanna talk about your problem?” he wanted to change the subject.

kaz had gone quiet. then, after a few seconds they said. “it sounds silly now that you’ve told me how serious yours is... but- but-“ they paused to figure out the words they wanted to say. “i-i- i’m so sorry for kissing you! i had no right to do it and i-i- i didn’t even take the time to ask you if you wanted a kiss and- and- and- i’m so sorry i know you hate me for it and i don’t blame you because i totally deserve it” the words seemed to fall out quicker than kazuichi could think of them

“and i know you probably never want to see me again but if you could ever forgive me i’d really appreciate it because you’re the only friend i’ve got and i love you dude!” as those words came out, the pink haired mechanic started tearing up again. “i-i love you... i love you so much it hurts and i don’t know what i’d ever do without you but i totally understand if you hate me because how could you ever love someone who’s such a disgusting f-“

their words were cut off by leon kissing the shorter mechanic. it was a brief kiss, even shorter than their first, but the pure, raw emotion behind it was clear. love. reciprocated love.

“if i thought you were disgusting, why would i choose to kiss you twice? because now you know it sure as hell weren’t just you who wanted that first kiss” leon said simply, wiping the shorter guy’s tears away. “but i don’t still want to be friends,” he said, suddenly going cold, making the pinkette’s face drop. “i want to be boyfriends!” he said, making kazuichi start laughing with relief.

just as they were about to share another kiss, in barged mioda, yelling about how nya had found the pink haired mechanic, then once void noticed the ginger sat next to them and started yelling about how unfair it was that she had been looking all over for kazuichi for leon when the ginger was probably with them the whole time.

the couple smiled and sheepishly promised to make it up to the ultimate musician. the end.

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Leon brings Merlin and Lancelot in on his underground enterprise;

Turns out, Leon is the biggest Magic Ally out there. Confusion, bonding, and sneaky hijinks ensue.

I imagine it starts fairly normally.

The Gang (King Arthur, Merlin, and the five knights) have literally just arrived back at the castle after a fairly uneventful hunt (I mean... nowadays, getting attacked by bandits only once in three days counts as uneventful).

Merlin is left behind to help the stablehands untack the horses, like usual, except he leaves the stables half a candle mark later to find Leon awkwardly loitering around outside, the evening dimming around him.

He thinks maybe the First Knight had gotten injured, and was too embarrassed to ask for help in front of everyone (something that is common in all of the knights. Merlin thinks it’s very stupid, and has told all of them this at least once), so doesn’t question it when Leon asks Merlin for a quick word, and leads him back to his quarters.

Leon locks the door behind him. Not unusual, the man was very private. It’s when he puts a chair in front of the door and draws the curtains, that Merlin starts to get a little nervous. He’d cast a small enchantment on one of the bandits, to make him confused enough to trip over his own feet (as opposed to skewering Elyan, which is what he’d been about to do) but Merlin was certain that no one had seen him. He was certain.

And... Leon was a knight. He’d been a knight for longer than Arthur had been King, longer than he’d even known Merlin. Surely if he saw... he would've said something, accused him or just killed him.

(He has to remind himself to have a little faith in his friends. But also: “This might be completely unrelated, so just act natural.”)

Leon turns around to look at Merlin, and instantly recognises how nervous the younger man is, despite his poor attempt to hide it. The knight keeps his distance, and gives him a slow nod:

“I just wanted to let you know, Merlin, if you ever need... ah, a way out of the city, unseen, at short notice, then I can sort something for you.”

At that, all of Merlin’s racing, terrifying thoughts, stutter to a stop, and he looks at Leon with nothing but confusion on his face. He tilts his head slightly, asking, ever so eloquently:

“...What?”

Leon sends a soft smile and a knowing wink his way:

“Or, you know, the back up of a noble in court, or an alibi, I can do that to. I have a feeling that, considering you haven’t done a runner yet, you’re planning on sticking around.”

Merlin just furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly in bewilderment:

“I... Leon I have no idea what you’re talking about. What do you mean, done a runner? Why would I need your help in court or... or an alibi??”

Leon just raises an eyebrow, and tilts his head.

Merlin copies him.

A look of realisation crosses the blonde’s face, and he lifts his hands in surrender:

“Ah. Ok, before I say anything else, I promise Merlin, you are entirely safe. I would protect you with my life if I had to-”

Merlin slowly nods, still confused:

“-I know about your magic.”

Merlin gasps and steps back, but Leon just smiles at him again, nodding his head slightly; it does nothing to relax the servant, and his breathing continues to get deeper as he backs himself against the wall, tears filling his eyes.

Leon frowns, his heart cracking slightly, but resists the protective urge to walk towards Merlin to comfort him. Instead he takes a step back, not lowering his hands. Before he can open his mouth to utter more reassurances, a tirade of broken, cracking apologies fall from Merlin’s lips:

“I... Leon I swear I’m not evil, I... I don’t hurt people, I promise. Please, you... please believe me, I would NEVER-”

Leon interrupts him, shaking his head rapidly, and forcing a reassuring smile on his face:

“I know. Merlin, I know that. I know you’re not evil, I know that you use it to protect us, I know. It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone, you’re not in danger, I would NEVER hurt you, or tell anyone, ok? I swear it. You’re safe with me.”

Merlin gulps, but relaxes (only slightly, but it’s a start. Leon doesn’t know why he’s so surprised at Merlin’s reaction, I suppose he thought he had been clear in his brotherly affection and protectiveness towards the younger man. Apparently not; he would have to fix that). He gives Leon an assessing once over, and it strikes the knight how efficient he is. He wonders how many times Merlin’s eyes have flicked over someone: checking their face for any sign of deception, checking how close their hands are to a weapon, checking their stance to see if they’re preparing for a fight.

Leon stays in place, forcing himself to untense, and giving Merlin a weak smile, hoping that the servant doesn’t mistake his slight heartbreak for fear or anger.

After a few moments, Merlin relaxes even further (though is still understandably ready to bolt at a moment’s notice), and steps away from the wall, Leon’s smile widens, and he nods once again, patiently waiting for Merlin to say something:

“You... you offered to smuggle me out of the city?”

Leon nods, glancing to the door behind him before gesturing Merlin to keep his voice down as he replies cryptically:

“You wouldn’t be the first.”

The servant gulps, giving the knight an assessing gaze, magic buzzing under his skin, alert and frightened at the idea of a Red Knight other than Lancelot knowing the truth:

“You’ve smuggled others out?”

Leon nods and moves ever so slowly to sit on the edge of his bed, still holding his hands up placatingly. He doesn’t gesture for Merlin to join him, understanding the other man’s remaining jumpiness, but leaves space next to him, just in case.

Merlin hesitates for only a second before settling on the bed next to him, forcing himself to relax. The knight wasn’t currently armed, and anyway, if Leon had been planning on accusing him or attacking him, then he wouldn’t be doing this. None of what he said could, in any way, make sense as some sort of trick.

Once Merlin settles, still a little uneasy, Leon begins his explanation in a quiet voice, obviously still worried about startling Merlin (and obviously not wanting to risk someone overhearing him):

“It started when I was fifteen. One of the serving girls in my father’s household was born with magic, though it didn’t manifest until years after the purge started. She was my age, sweet, kind, I couldn’t possibly believe her to be evil or corrupt, but under The King’s law, she would’ve been burned. Poor girl was terrified of being found out, but Uther was so paranoid, they were basically interrogating anyone who entered or exited the city; she had nowhere to go. I had already started my training at this point, so I used my knowledge of guard rotations and shift changes to sneak her out. I left her with some family in a village nearer the border, snuck back in a few days later. From then on it just... kept happening. I suppose I got good at recognising the specific brand of fear that magic-users in Camelot suffer from, and I’ve got a good eye; I know magic when I see it-”

He gives Merlin a knowing look, but the servant just turns indignant and says:

“Well, I was also born with magic, and it took you ten years to figure it out, so-”

He sticks his tongue out at the knight, and Leon raises his eyebrow at him, before laughing and nodding, thankful for Merlin’s lessening fear:

“-yeah, I suppose. But still. It started off with just the occasional person; one or two a month. And then it was whole families or groups of people who either had magic, or were scared of being accused and wanted out. It became a bit of a side-career, though I always refused any payment they offered.”

Merlin stares at him, thoughtful and in awe, before yet another look of realisation crosses his face:

“Is this why the Druids are so fond of you?”

Finally, it’s Leon’s turn to look confused, and Merlin continues:

“Whenever we come across them, they always seem less wary of you than the other knights, like they know what you’ve done.”

Leon takes in slow breath, quirking his eyebrows slightly and shrugging:

“I’ve never really noticed, maybe. I’ve never been into a camp, but when someone I was sneaking out had nowhere to go, I’d take them as close to a Druid settlement as I dared, and pointed them in the right direction; I suppose word might’ve spread.”

Merlin nods, looking to his lap, thinking. Leon stays silent, understanding that this is probably a lot to take in, and not wanting to interrupt Merlin’s processing time.

After a few moments, Merlin, still staring into his lap, reaches across to Leon and takes the knight’s hand in a shaking one of his own. It’s then that Leon notices the slow tears on the other man’s face, but before he can say anything, Merlin looks up at him, his voice shaking as he whispers a rough:

“Thank you.”

Leon smiles, squeezing his hand and bumping their shoulders together:

“Anytime. Like I said Merlin, I would protect you with my life. If you ever need anything...”

Merlin takes a deep breath, standing and wiping the tears from his face quickly before dragging Leon to the door:

“There is one thing. Come on.”

Leon allows himself to be dragged, and Merlin moves the chair to the side before stepping out of the way, allowing Leon to unlock the door with the key hanging around his neck. He doesn’t question where they’re going, though he is slightly confused when he notices that they’re heading deeper into the castle, as opposed to outside or to Merlin’s chambers like he was expecting.

They finally come to a stop outside Lancelot’s door, and Leon nods to himself in realisation. He had suspected that the other knight had known the truth, but hadn’t wanted to ask or push it in case he was wrong.

Merlin knocks rapidly after checking the corridor for other people, and the door had barely been opened before he’s pushing his way through, still dragging Leon behind him. The two men move to stand by the opposite wall, Lancelot still by the door looking increasingly confused:

“Merlin, Leon, is... is everything alright?”

Merlin waves his hand casually, not even needing an incantation as his eyes flash briefly gold and the door shuts of it’s own accord (... or Merlin’s accord).

Lancelot immediately gasps and makes a jump for the sword sat on the table, but Leon holds his hands up in surrender as Merlin rushes to speak:

“Lance it’s fine!! Leon knows about my magic, and he’s been smuggling people out of Camelot for decades, he’s safe.”

Lancelot looks to Leon with a mix of suspicion and relief, still picking the sword up and holding it loosely in one hand, but the older knight is too distracted staring at Merlin in mild outrage:

“Dec- How old do you think I am, Merlin?!”

Merlin looks up at him guiltily, and Lancelot lets go of his suspicion, instead clamping his free hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing at Merlin’s squeaked reply:

“Uh... there’s no safe way to answer that, is there? You said you were fifteen when you started, and I know you’re older than Arthur, so...”

Leon scoffs, rolling his eyes as Lancelot snorts:

“I’m only five years older than him, Merlin. I’m thirty-one, you can say “decades” plural when I hit thirty-five, and not a day sooner.”

Merlin holds in a smirk, and nods. Lancelot clears his throat, dropping the sword back on the table and asking the obvious question:

“So... how much does he know?”

Merlin spends the rest of the night explaining everything, from Kilgharrah calling to him when he first arrived, (”You mean that thing was under the castle the whole time?!”) to just last week, when he had to sneak out of the city to deal with a particularly insatiable Succubus that was causing problems with the border patrols (”Huh. I wondered why the men had just... stopped disappearing. I’m not complaining though, thank you.”).

He included all the information about the prophecies and being Emrys and how Arthur was the Once and Future King and the coming (potential) Golden Age. Leon was especially curious about that, and interrupted often to ask questions.

Lancelot also interrupted rather often, but only to correct Merlin when he underappreciated his own genius or power or selflessness, much to Merlin’s embarrassment and annoyance.

Merlin also tried to miss out as much of his own suffering as he could, but Lancelot wasn’t having it, and Leon was horrified to learn of the Serket sting, the countless, almost fatal fights he’d had with various people (Nimueh, The Cailleach (”I did also wonder how the veil just... repaired itself. Nice one.”), Morgause, Agravaine, etc (Morgana is good in this, though her magic is still hidden)), and all the other terrible things that had happened.

When he finally finishes, Leon is speechless.

The knight had just thought that Merlin had learned a few tricks to keep himself and Arthur safe when they went out and about, but he was actually, apparently, the most powerful Warlock ever, and had a whole series of prophecies and battle scars to back it up. Lancelot’s face was an odd mix of prideful and mournful, and that only drove home to Leon how much Merlin had suffered over the years.

After a few minutes of silence, Merlin awkwardly waiting, as if for judgement, Lancelot pipes up, his voice oddly cheery:

“So, Sir Leon, fancy two extra sets of hands in the little smuggling ring you’ve got going?”

And that is essentially... exactly what happens.

It’s usually Leon who discovers the sorcerers, being the most observant of the three, but it’s Merlin they send on the first approach more often than not. Leon had always been painfully aware of how scary a Camelot Knight going “I know you have magic” must be, so the trio takes advantage of Merlin’s non-threatening look. That, paired with the fact that he’s well known and well loved around the town, makes starting things off a lot easier.

A lot of the time, the people they approach don’t want to leave. They’ve kept themselves hidden for over twenty years, and they plan to continue to do so, but it’s a weight off their back to know that the option is there if they need it.

Merlin introduces Leon to the tunnels under the city, hidden and warded with his magic. The older knight is very much relieved at that; taking advantage of gaps in guard rotations wasn’t the most reliable plan, and he’d been paranoid for years that something would go wrong one day and he’d get caught.

They worked well together, though all three of their lives got a lot more complicated. Lancelot and Merlin were pulled into Leon’s secret smuggling life (despite him insisting that they could sit it out, considering they were already so busy trying to keep Arthur alive, which is apparently a lot harder than Leon had first assumed), and Leon was pulled into Merlin and Lancelot’s secret “bring about the Golden Age” life (despite the two of them insisting that Leon didn’t need to help, considering he was already so busy running a smuggling ring right under the nose of the King).

To be honest, the two lives sort of swirled together. Anyone that they sent to the Druid camps was told to spread the word of the Once and Future King, and when Leon was sent to distract Arthur when Lancelot and Merlin needed to do something Magicky, Lancelot was sent to distract Arthur when Leon and Merlin needed to do something smuggly.

Eventually Gaius finds out. Because of course he does. Because he’s not stupid. And whilst the three of them are unwilling to put him in anymore danger than he’s already in (harbouring a Warlock is... pretty dangerous. Though Arthur would probably forgive the older man anything.), they never turn away the small, portable medkits he passes along to them, and don’t complain when he offers to talk to Arthur about a promising new treatment for the flu for a few hours.

But overall, they have a proper little (unpaid) enterprise going, and no one suspects a thing.

Mistakes are made of course, some a little bigger that others. But most of them get a laugh from the trio when they think back on them later.

Ironically enough, this mistake came when the trio mistook a “need to save Arthur” problem, for a “need to save this poor scared sorcerer” problem.

They’d been getting complacent. No one had tried to kill Arthur directly in a while, so when a visiting Lord brought with him a very nervous, very secretive stablehand, they didn’t even consider that it would be the young servant who wanted to kill Arthur as opposed to the visiting noble (who was an arsehole, and therefor automatically under suspicion).

Merlin, being the most powerful of the three of them, was keeping an eye on the noble; trying to keep him away from Arthur as well as trying to figure out if he knew that his stablehand was a magic-user. Leon was distracting Arthur, with the help of a report Gaius had written, by talking endlessly about certain weaknesses in the knight’s armour and the injuries that Gaius treats most often and the link between the two.

That left Lancelot to trail the stablehand, whose name they had discovered was Alban. He wasn’t wearing any armour and didn’t have a sword, only a small dagger up his sleeve, so as not to frighten the boy.

Which of course was a huge mistake.

Considering how innocent Merlin looks, but how dangerous he actually is, they really shouldn’t have underestimated the boy, but alas, with how well both of the secret lives had been going, their egos had grown, and they weren’t as careful as they should’ve been.

It was only after the Lord had retired to his chambers (and Merlin had come to the annoying conclusion that he was an arsehole, but certainly not smart enough to be dangerous), and Leon had exhausted every possible line of enquiry about armour and injuries, that the two of them thought something might be wrong.

It had been hours since they had heard from Lancelot, and by the sounds of it, no one had seen him in that time either.

The stablehand also couldn’t be found.

They tried not to assume the worst; all of them (Merlin, most often) had disappeared for longer before, so before they panicked, the two of them went about methodically searching for the other knight.

The wards down in the tunnels hadn’t been disturbed, Lancelot’s room was untouched (the sight of his armour and sword laid out on his bed did nothing to quell their growing anxiety), and no one had seen him leave the city. The Camelot stablehands had no idea where the visiting servant was, and had apparently barely seen him in the stables since he’d arrived anyway.

Now it was time to panic.

The two men rushed back to Lancelot’s room, shutting the door behind them, Merlin hurriedly asking:

“What’s the last thing he touched, do you reckon?”

Leon raked his hands through his hair for the dozenth time, looking around with wide eyes:

“Uh... we had training this morning, and he took his armour off after that, and immediately went to follow Alban, so his armour? His sword?”

Merlin picks the sword up in careful but hurried hands. He closes his eyes, concentrating, as he mutters a quick spell. The sword shimmers for a moment before Merlin throws it back down on the bed with a huff:

“Nope, the trail is there but it’s weak, I need something more recent.”

Leon curses quietly to himself:

“Try his water goblet? Or the wash bowl? God knows that man doesn’t like to be grimy.”

Merlin hums, walking to the wash bowl before halting in his tracks:

“Wait... no, you’re right. He doesn’t like being dirty,-”

With that, Merlin changes direction, heading to the small desk in the corner and opening the draws at random, rifling through them. Leon walks up behind him:

“Merlin? What are you-”

He’s interrupted by Merlin exclaiming in victory, and straightening up. He turns around with a grin on his face, holding out a small comb:

“-he will have run a comb through his hair after washing,-”

He pulls a short, brunette hair from between the wooden teeth:

“-and an actual piece of him is WAY better to track him with than something he’s just touched.”

He repeats the spell from earlier, the smile returning to his face when he begins to feel the pull in his heart, leading him to the lost knight.

The two of them leave the room hurriedly, Leon trailing after Merlin, both of them trying to look an inconspicuous as possible.

They walk briskly down the corridor, hope and excitement blooming in their chests at the idea of finding the friend they’d been so worried about. Leon puts a hand on Merlin’s shoulder, but neither of them stop moving as he speaks lowly:

“Can you tell how far away he is?”

Merlin hums, before replying equally quietly:

“Yeah, I think he’s about... actually... no, no I can’t- what?”

With that, he stops dead in his tracks, stumbling when Leon runs into his back with a gentle “oof”. The knight looks down at him, his face back to looking panicked. They’d stopped at a crossroads in the corridor, and Merlin’s head twitches from side to side, like he can’t decide which way to go.

Leon shakes his shoulder slightly:

“Merlin, he’s been gone for hours, we need to hurry. Close your eyes, breathe, which way is Lancelot?”

Merlin does what Leon says, shuffling on his feet slightly before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and relaxing his shoulders:

“Where are you, Lance?”

He mutters it quietly to himself, and Leon barely dares to breathe, not wanting to distract him. After a few moments, Merlin’s head twitches to the right, the corridor that leads to the servant quarters. The servant opens his eyes, nodding briefly at Leon, before turning and walking down the corridor.

He passes the first few doors without hesitation, thankful for the late hour; all the servants are either eating their own dinner, or serving dinner to their masters. Which is probably where Merlin should be right now, but he had more pressing matters, he could deal with Arthur later.

He slows as he reaches the end of the corridor, frowning in confusion. There are no more doors, they’ve reached a dead end, and Merlin tilts his head whilst Leon stares at him expectantly, periodically checking the corridor behind them. Merlin begins muttering to himself again, flexing his hands as if he were in pain:

“This is... wrong. I don’t come down here very often but... there’s... this is wrong. I can feel it and I can... see it, like there’s something out the corner of my eye that shouldn’t be there-”

He gasps, turning and looking at a specific part of the wall, hovering his hand over the stonework:

“-or something that should be there!”

Leon’s gaze flicks between the wall and Merlin as he quietly asks:

“A hidden door? Can you... unhide it?”

Merlin takes a second to snort and roll his eyes, before pressing his hand against the wall, muttering spells to himself. Leon turns around, hand on the hilt of his sword at his hip as he stands guard. After a few minutes of Merlin getting more and more frustrated when the wall stays... well... a wall, he finally lets out a whispered exclamation; Leon glances behind him to see the stone rippling, and finally fading to reveal the door.

With one last check down the corridor, they enter the room slowly, shutting the door behind him. Leon whispers Lance’s name into the darkness tentatively, but Merlin just shakes his head, summoning a light.

It’s just a normal storage room filled with dusty shelves and empty crates, but Merlin moves through the debris to the back, cursing under his breath when he finds what he’s looking for. Leon moves up behind him, staring over the younger man’s shoulder to the precise symbol drawn onto the floor:

“Merls?”

Merlin huffs speaking lowly, not looking away from the symbol:

“It’s a teleportation spell, it’s why I was being pulled in two directions. Lance went through this portal, but it probably took him somewhere outside the city limits.”

Leon gulps, before taking a deep breath and gripping Merlin’s shoulder again:

“Can you activate it? Do we follow through the portal, or track him out of the city??”

Merlin shakes his head roughly:

“No, that would take far too long, we don’t actually know how long he’s been gone, it could have been all afternoon, remember? Look around, there should be a crystal or an orb or something, like a switch I have to push magic into to activate the spell.”

It only takes a few minutes of rummaging for Leon to uncover a rough looking crystal, and Merlin smiles weakly at the comically fearful look on the knight’s face as he holds it as far away from himself as he can; he may trust Merlin’s magic, but he is still logically... unnerved by things he doesn’t understand.

Merlin takes it from him, eyes turning briefly gold as he mutters an incantation and his hand is engulfed in a blue flame. The flame dies down after a few seconds at Merlin’s command, and he hides the now glowing crystal back where Leon had found it, before looking back to the symbol on the floor.

It takes only a few moments for the lines to start softly glowing, and when nothing else changes, Merlin takes a deep breath, reaching behind him blindly for Leon’s hand, and muttering:

“Well, here goes nothing.”

He feels the knight take his hand and step up next to him. With one last nervous glance to each other, they nod, and step into the circle.

MEANWHILE

Thankfully, whilst Lancelot hadn’t been seen in a while (on account of being camped out in the hidden storage room, waiting for his stalkee to reappear out of the weird glowy circle thing), he had only actually been kidnapped by Evil Alban the Not-Stablehand for about half a candle mark.

And he was currently very bored. The younger man finally reappeared, only to fly into a rage at the sight of another man, crouched like a gremlin, almost asleep in the corner of the entrance to his secret lair.

His eyes had flashed sickly yellow, and Lancelot found himself falling over the edge into sleep, and waking up an undetermined amount of time (like five minutes, but it was so fucking dark where he was, he had no way to guess what time of day it was) later, tied to a chair (not gagged, thankfully).

He had realised the trio’s mistake fairly early on in Evil Alban the Not-Stablehand’s monologue; something about vengeance and sins of the father and yadda yadda yadda. Honestly? He tuned it out pretty quickly, he’d heard it all before... multiple times, and he wasn’t too worried; he had faith that Merlin and Leon would arrive to rescue him soon (though he wasn’t looking forward to all the comments along the lines of “who’s the real princess?”).

It was when he almost nodded off that Alban stuttered slightly:

“...after all, surely someone who is strong enough to take the crown should... should deserve... it... are you falling asleep?!”

Lancelot’s head whips up with a quiet snort as he blinks the sleep from his eyes, and looks at the outraged criminal with guilt in his eyes:

“Uh... no? You’re doing wonderfully, Alban, very riveting, keep going.”

The knight’s words do nothing to calm the other man down, and he exclaims slightly as he stamps his foot petulantly. Lancelot bites his lip to stop himself laughing, but before he can get himself under control and say something else, Alban puffs his chest out and grins triumphantly:

“Your mind games shan’t work on me, Sir Knight. I will not be distracted by your mocking or... or distractions.”

Lancelot raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything. Alban huffs, shaking his head roughly before looking back at Lancelot with wide, expectant eyes:

“Well? What do you think of my plan, noble Sir? Ineffable, no?”

Lancelot purses his lips, once again looking guilty as he chooses not to point out the younger’s misuse of the word ineffable (definitely NOT ineffable, considering he’d banged on and on for half a candle-mark):

“I don’t suppose you could... sum up the last twenty minutes or so worth of... plan? Then I could.... let you know my thoughts?”

Alban let out an inhuman screech, stamping his foot again, much to Lancelot’s hidden amusement. The Great Villain stalked off into the darkness, huffing and grumbling to himself, and Lancelot just rolled his eyes, murmuring under his breath:

“For fucks sake. Better not leave me here. Where the fuck are you guys?”

As if the Gods themselves answered the knight’s question, he hears another inhuman screech come from the darkness; though this one was a lot more high pitched, and was immediately followed by Leon’s unmistakable voice growling out:

“Where is he you pre-pubescent piece of shit?!”

Lancelot allows himself to snort at the likely look of terror on the Not-Stablehand’s face before yelling:

“Don’t make the kid shit himself Leon, if he does, you’ll be the one carrying his unconscious body back.”

He hears Merlin’s laugh and the distinct sound of a skull making contact with the hilt of a sword, before the two of them appear like ghosts, lit only by the glow of Merlin’s golden eyes, and the magical light floating between their heads.

Lancelot gives them a grin, shuffling in his binds slightly as he says:

“Took you long enough, he’s been banging on about how clever he is for fucking ages. Cut me loose, would you?”

Merlin clicks his fingers, the ropes falling the the floor as Leon checks him over for injury, and affectionately ruffling his hair, much to the other knight’s chagrin.

The three of them move to crowd around Alban’s crumpled form, hands on their hips as they stare at him, unimpressed. Lancelot sighs:

“You really didn’t have to hit him that hard, I don’t think he was that much of a threat.”

Merlin huffs and stalks off to reactivate the teleportation spell, leaving the chastising for Leon to deal with:

“Not much of a threat?! Lance no one had seen you in hours, we thought you were dead!”

Lancelot frowns and shuffles, suddenly looking apologetic:

“Ah, sorry. He took me less than a candle-mark ago, though I guess I lost track of how long I’d been sat waiting for him before that. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Leon huffs, but drops the subject as Merlin calls back to them. The curly-hired knight picks Alban up, laying him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before following Lancelot in Merlin’s direction. They stand around the glowing symbol, and Lancelot rolls his eyes at Merlin’s glower:

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Mister I regularly show up after three days covered in bruises and blood with “The Tavern” as my only excuse.”

Leon snorts and Merlin rolls his eyes but smirks, and with that, the trio step into the circle, reappearing back in the storage cupboard with no one else in Camelot even vaguely aware of the mini adventure they’d had.

This happens for a while. Saving people (mostly Arthur) from the batshit insane things that happen in Camelot that no one but them seems to be aware of.

Of course, rumours fly about the oddly close connection the three men have. Lancelot is head over heals in love with Guinevere (which he ardently denies, despite Merlin and Leon’s repeated dramatic attempts to get them together) and everyone knows it, but even Arthur starts to (jealously) suspect something is going on between Leon and Merlin, especially when Merlin’s lack of talent when it comes to making up excuses is displayed yet again.

Leon and Merlin had been sneaking out of the castle, on their way to meet the teenage son of a noble who desperately needed to escape. Lancelot, who had a late patrol, was to meet them by one of the tunnel entrances outside the city limits, and assure that no other guards were nearby.

Unfortunately, the pair came across a sleepy King, on his way to the kitchens for a midnight snack.

The King stared at them with wide, shocked eyes, and the pair stared back. Leon grimaced slightly, and after a few moments of awkward silence, Arthur slowly asks:

“What are you two... doing?”

Leon takes a deep breath desperately trying to come up with something to say, but before he can find an excuse, Merlin pipes up:

“I was teaching him poetry.”

Leon lets out his breath before slowly covering his face with his hands as he shakes his head slightly. Merlin immediately realises his mistake and bites his lip, furrowing his eyebrows as he says:

“What I mean, is that-”

He’s cut off by Arthur holding a hand up, his face looking mildly put-off as he shakes his head:

“I don’t want to know. Yeah, I changed my mind, I really... don’t want to know.” Before turning around and heading back in the same direction he’d come from, hunger forgotten.

Merlin holds his breath until Arthur turns the corner, before letting it all out in one go and staring at the floor wide-eyed. Leon keeps his head in his hands as he mutters:

“You fucking idiot.-” before looking up at the man besides him incredulously:

“-Why??”

Merlin looks at him indignantly, and loudly whispers:

“I don’t know!! It was just the three of us in a dark corridor like last time and it just popped into my head and I said it! At least he didn’t push, I suppose.”

Leon shakes his head again, before a look of realisation crosses his face and he looks at Merlin with dread in his eyes:

“Yeah... except when you used that excuse on me- shut up, of course I knew you were lying, I’m not an idiot- I thought you and Arthur were uh... well, I thought you were sleeping together...”

Merlin’s eyes go wide and he sputters for a response before he lets out a quiet, deranged laugh, and shakes his blushing head:

“First off, no. Second off... at least he didn’t push.” he repeats. Leon squints at his friend, before he gasps and grins:

“Oh my God, you like him!-”

Merlin scowls at him, and Leon laughs gleefully (though still quietly) before whispering:

“-all this time we’ve been ribbing Lancelot about Guinevere, and we should’ve been ribbing you! Oh my God, wait ‘til Lance hears this.”

Merlin turns on him, face bright red as he angrily (or as angrily as he can, when he’s the colour of Leon’s cape, and the knight is trying not to wake the castle up with his laughter):

“I swear to God, Leon, I will turn you into a fucking toad if you breath a word to anyone! I’ll do it, I swear I’ll do it!”

Leon forces himself to breath and coughs slightly as he catches his breath, putting a hand on Merlin’s shoulder:

“Fine, fine. I won’t say anything, but only if you help me hang mistletoe up in Lance’s doorway next week.”

Merlin rolls his eyes, but nods his head with a grin, and with that, they resume their sneaking around.

This happens for what feels like years and years, but really, Merlin only gets one day into looking at Leon with a shit-eating grin and saying that the old man has been doing this for “decades”, when suddenly... they don’t have to do it anymore.

Arthur repeals the ban on magic.

And to be honest, it was a complete surprise to everyone. Of course, the whole Kingdom knew that he was more tolerant than his father had ever been; he hadn’t executed anyone in years, and unless accusations were serious or life-threatening, he rarely ordered investigations.

As it turns out, he’d been working on it in secret for months, with only Morgana’s help (not that he knew about her magic, she was just the only person in his life who’d always been vocally against the ban). All the work they’d put in meant that when it came time to present it to the council, all Arthur had to do was hold his head high and say something along the lines of “I am your King, you do this, or you lose your seat.”.

The drafts were so well-worked, so perfect, the council had nothing to argue against, no excuses worth more than a roll of the eyes and a dismissive wave of the hand.

The repeal went through seamlessly, and Arthur was announcing Merlin and Morgana as his Court Sorcerers within a week (after of course a few hours of raging at the lies and deception, in which they defended themselves and each each other with sharp tongues and entirely valid descriptions of their terror, and with Leon and Lancelot stood behind them the whole time ready to pull their swords at a moments notice).

Leon, Lancelot, and Merlin told the King about all their adventures saving his arse, which he floundered at before abashedly thanking them, but they never mentioned the now obsolete smuggling ring they had going.

Of course, there were moments when they missed the excitement of sneaking out at night, the victory of seeing a family off to the Druid’s, or to a safe village, but ultimately they were ecstatic that they weren’t needed in that capacity anymore. It was undeniably a good thing.

Their plan to keep their heroics to themselves failed miserably however, when a crowd of around two-hundred gathered in the courtyard, led by a woman in her mid-thirties who looked mighty familiar to Sir Leon.

The gang met them down there, armed and worried at first, but quickly relaxing when they realised this was the furthest to an attack a group this large could get.

The King led the party, Morgana, Elyan, Gwaine, and Percival to his left, and Merlin, Leon, and Lancelot to his right, Guinevere and Gaius waiting by the castle entrance. It was only when Lancelot gasped, and grabbed Merlin and Leon’s sleeves to point at a specific family near the front of the crowd that they understood. All these people, all these happy, joyful, alive people... were people they’d saved over the years.

The three of them gulped, suddenly teary as more and more of the crowd pointed their way, wide smiles on their faces. They knew that this wasn’t even half the people they had saved (if you include Leon’s sixteen years doing it alone), but still, it was astounding to visually see it.

The familiar woman stepped forward at Arthur’s gesture, and the trio suddenly realise what’s about to happen. “Oh shit.” and variants of the above are muttered by all three as they wait with baited breath. There’s not really anything they can do to stop this:

“Your Highness, firstly I would like to thank you, for accepting my people back into your Kingdom-”

Her voice quietens slightly as she glances to the floor, her eyes filling with tears before she looks up again:

“-many of us haven’t been home in... in a long time, and it’s good to be back.-”

Arthur nods, giving her a smile despite his still growing confusion at the crowd behind her. The woman looks quickly to Leon, giving him a brief smile as he gasps, recognising her. She looks back to the King, raising her voice and her head as she continues:

“-Secondly, I would like to extend an even greater thank-you to Sir Leon, and his two companions, without whom many of us would have died. They risked their lives sneaking us out of the city when your father hunted us, and after, when we were still at risk of execution, but they never stopped, and never gave up. We are but a fraction of the hundreds of people they saved, and we have nothing to offer them but our unending gratitude, and a humble demand that they are rewarded for their service to Camelot’s people. They are heroes to us all, and always will be”

Arthur looks slowly over to a very teary Leon, who doesn’t even glance his way as he stares at the former servant-girl, a weak smile on his face. Merlin and Lancelot meet The King’s gaze in his stead, smiling sheepishly and shrugging as they nod, confirming the woman’s story.

Arthur shakes his head minutely, half proud of his friends, and half annoyed at being caught off guard, before turning back to the woman, the smile back on his face:

“I’m glad to welcome you home, all of you, and I apologise that it took so long for me to right the wrongs committed by this Kingdom. Sir Leon and his companions will indeed be rewarded for their service,-”

At this, Arthur turns to look at the trio, a soft, meaningful smile on his face as he nods at them:

“-and I extend my thanks to them also, for being brave enough to protect my people, when I was not.”

Leon finally meets The King’s gaze, and returns his nod. Merlin and Lancelot each clap him on the back, before the three of them descend into the crowd. A loud cheer goes up around the courtyard, the rest of the knights, Morgana, and Guinevere looking on in shock as the trio greets person after person, accepting thanks and hugs and laughing joyously at the reminder of the good they’d done, despite their fear.

THE END!!

I really loved writing this one😄! Honestly this idea started out as crack, but I’m glad that it ended so wholesomely :)

Same as usual lads, someone wants to write it up properly or extend it, go for it, credit and tag me ✌️

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