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navstuffs · 8 months ago

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hi!! i really love your writing and i would love if you could feed me with a request (only if you're comfortable with it, ofc) 👉🏼👈🏼 what about a leon x reader where reader is passing through a very tough depressive crisis and is really not fine mentally speaking — and leon just try to help and comfort them through this? 👉🏼👈🏼

anyway, thank you for your fics, they really helped me these days 😭💗

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GNPartner!Reader

Summary: It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. He shouldn't be there and you shouldn't have opened it.

Warning tags: hurt/comfort, angst, leon almost died, reader is suffering with anxiety due to past events, can be read as platonic or romantic (you choose)

Writer's Notes: hello! first of all, im sorry i took so long to write this request for you. i changed some stuff and i hope you don't mind (reader is still depressed). thank you so much your kind words and i hope this fic serves as comfort for you!! <333 stay safe anon!

for more painful leon's fics, check my masterlist. i have some happy ones too :)

It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. It is the third time that week only, the fifth of the month.

It starts when you don’t appear at work after two weeks since his return, and no one knows where you are. HR informs you are sick, which means you are still alive somewhere in the world, just sick. Okay, but sick with what? Sick how? Are you in the hospital? Do you need any help? Leon knows you don’t have family around, like him, and you are pretty much alone - like him.

So, as any regular worried friend would, he calls and texts. He wants to hear your voice and guarantee that you don’t need help and have everything you need. That you truly are okay. No answer. HR has guaranteed him you are not dead, but what if you—no, he shouldn’t think about that.

The next step is going to your house. He knows where your address is and wouldn’t be a complete weird appearing there in the afternoon. No answer. Leon won’t be a creep as far as looking at your windows, at least not yet. He won’t go as far as busting your door and checking how you are feeling because he needs to confirm you are okay. You might just not be home.

On the second visit, Leon got awfully close to kicking your door. Before he could do that or even knock, he saw a shadow pass over the window. Though Leon told himself he wouldn’t, he looked inside just in time to see you disappear to the second floor. So, at least you are really alive, Leon’s body filling with relief. It could have been a bad case of flu, and you don’t want to contaminate anyone.

One more week passes, and he visits your house two more times. Those times you didn’t even bother to hide yourself, lazily lying down on the sofa in a way Leon couldn’t see your face (oh yeah, now he is definitely peeking out your windows). So you are genuinely ignoring him or truly sick with some contagious disease. Maybe Covid?

The fifth time he knocks on your door, it is 1 am and Leon is deeply not only worried but bitter. He was sitting in his apartment alone, wondering what you had and why you didn’t open the door for him. You two are colleagues, and Leon would dare to go as far as to call you his friend if anyone asked. How many times have you brought him soup while he was sick? Brought him meds, kept him company? Checked on him until he was finally all better?

It would be only fair if he did the same.

Leon grabs his keys without even thinking: You will open the door for him tonight. And if you don’t, well, he will kick it open. To hell with the civil approach.

-x-

All the courage slips away from his body when he notices the kitchen’s light on. Leon can’t see anything inside since you decided to make his life harder and close the curtains. So, instead of kicking that door until it’s down, Leon goes back to the gentle approach (like the idiot he is): he knocks.

The door opens not even ten seconds later, and Leon blinks, surprised. You are there. You, not a trick of his eyes: a fluffy and long blanket covering your body, only your face peeking with a familiar expression Leon recognizes immediately - he had seen in his own mirror before.

“You won. What the fuck do you want?” Those are the first words to him in weeks.

“May I come in?”

You ponder for a moment, your eyes red, and Leon wonders when you last slept. You walk away, leaving the door open, and Leon follows inside, locking the door behind him.

Your house isn’t in the best state. He had been here before and thought you weren’t the most organized person (“I can find myself in my own mess, Leon.”). The mess had grown too much from normal. There were tons of take-out boxes on the kitchen counter, pizza boxes, and fast food bags. At least you had been eating—not the best food ever, but feeding. He could work with that.

And the bottles—oh, those Leon would identify anywhere. You weren’t a heavy drinker, and you mentioned plenty of times you didn’t know how he liked whiskey. Now, there were countless empty bottles of whiskey, beer, and vodka, so much so that the place looked like a bunch of frat boys had a party just the night before and didn’t bother to clean.

Leon follows you to the living room as you fall onto the couch. An old Simpsons episode plays on the TV screen. There are still some bags and bottles on the floor, but fewer. Your eyes focus on the TV, not really watching or paying attention to him. Leon stands there, keeping a safe distance from you and gathering what to say.

“I came to check on you.” Leon starts, his eyes glued on you. “You haven’t called or texted me back. The HR said-”

“I am sick. I wanted to be left alone.”

“I know, but-”

“I could complain about this to HR, you know? It could be considered an invasion of privacy, and you could lose your job. “

“I was worried about you.”

“You saw me in the window that day, didn’t you? I’m alive and breathing. Now get out.”

You hide your face in the sofa, conversation clearly done on your side. It feels like an impossible battle to win. Leon then tries again, “Do you need anything?”

“No. Get out.”

He sighs, turning on his heels. Leon wants to say you can call if you need him, any time, but Leon knows you wouldn't. This is an impossible battle to win, Leon realizes as he starts to leave. But then he freezes, a memory piercing his thoughts. Leon comes back to the living room, your face still hidden.

“No.”

“What?”

“I am not leaving. Not before I know what is wrong.”

“I am sick.”

“Yes. So I have heard.”

You don’t turn to look at him, and that’s fine. If you want to be stubborn, so could he. Leon can wait. The episode on the TV finally ends, and as the familiar opening plays in the background, you slowly turn in his direction, one eye appearing first, then the other, as if expecting Leon would be gone by now. Unlucky for you, Leon S. Kennedy didn’t give up that easily, especially for his friends.

“I don’t know what you are feeling, but I know that face.” His voice manages to sound neutral.

Of course, he does. Of course, your partner, the legendary D.S.O veteran, would know. You, just a newbie, would have no idea what he went through, but Leon didn’t seem the kind of person to crumble for anything. Leon would probably be fine if you were the one to get shot, not him. He wouldn’t have panicked, he wouldn’t have started crying, screaming for someone to help them, losing themselves in a sea of despair and pain.

“Hey…”

Blood. So much blood in your hands. You are useless, you can’t help him as Leon’s face loses color-

“Hey.”

He deserved someone better—someone much better as a partner—not you, a weak agent who thought you were strong enough to stand by his side. Oh, how wrong you were.

Leon calls your name, more urgent this time, and your line of sight is filled with the face of the man you considered your friend right at your path—concerned blue eyes, his hair tickling against your face. His forehead is in concentration, the faint ghost of a beard, as he speaks soothingly. “Hey, look at me. You are safe. Deep breaths, come on.”

The visions mix as you blink: Leon losing blood in your arms, unconscious, back to being safe, his worried eyes staring at you.

Your rapid breathing noise fills the room, your heart wanting to burst as the pain spreads over your body, the pain worse than being stabbed or punched. You keep your eyes on Leon - he is fine, he is safe, he is well, he is worried sick about you- as he continues to nod and tell you to breathe.

It takes a while, Leon’s hands on your shoulder as you finally calm down, the tears rolling freely from your eyes.

“I am sorry.” You manage to whisper. “I am so sorry.”

“You are safe. We both are safe.” Leon declares, and you take that in. Right now, yes. But what about tomorrow? What about-? “Hey, eyes open at me.” When had you even closed them? “Come on. There is no one else, just you and me. And we are safe.”

You nod, not arguing back. Finally, you sit down, and Leon takes two steps back. “Water?”

“I think there are some in the fridge,” you reply, cleaning your tears. Leon leaves and quickly comes back with two bottles, unbottling them for you. You shake your head, but Leon insists, and you drink in small sips, the cold liquid refreshing your dry throat. When was the last time you had any water? Or took a shower? Or slept?

Finally, you give him space on the couch to sit. Leon doesn’t, and you point your head to your side, and he sits, keeping a safe distance from you. You two say nothing for a while, simply looking at the TV to watch Bart Simpsons on his shenanigans.

“I am sorry.”

“Would you stop that?” Leon sighs back, frustrated.

“No. I am sorry.”

“Fine. I forgive you. Are we good now?”

“No.”

“I knew it wouldn’t be,” Leon replies with a sad smile.

“You could have died, and I didn’t-” Leon says your name, but you continue “-let me finish. I didn’t help. I didn’t move. I did nothing.”

Leon didn’t want to talk about this, knowing it was inevitable. The day he took a bullet for you: not one, but two. Leon noticed before you, his reflexes quicker than yours. It was his responsibility anyway.

You only watched, shocked, as the bullet pierced his leg, then his chest. You didn’t move or flinch; you just froze, your hands closing and opening nervously as Leon fell right in front of you. You had been fortunate that the backup team had arrived on the other second, finding in the middle of the swarm of bullets a screaming you protecting Leon with his own body, all training thrown out of the window. You two should have been dead. Life had given you and him another chance, since no other vital organ or vein of Leon had been damaged.

You don’t remember much after except asking for your resignation that same day and getting a “No” as an answer. So you decided to get on sick leave until some higher-up got tired and fired you.

“I did nothing.” Leon tries to interrupt you again, but you continue, “You could have died, and I did nothing.”

“It wouldn’t be your fault.”

“What? Of course, it would!”

“No, it would not.”

“Can you fucking stop trying to make me feel better?” Your tone is so angry, so vile, that Leon almost flinches.

Death is always in the back of his mind. Every time he is out there, he could die. He is expandable; they all are, but he couldn’t just let you die. You a much smarter version of what he once was during Raccoon City. The same bravery, but not foolish as his. Much sharper. Leon knew why he got paired up with you in the first place, the irony not completely lost in him.

It would have been fine if Leon died that day he protected you, but not okay if you did. Not on his watch. Not now, not ever.

“I can’t help it,” Leon replies, a sad smile on his lips. “I can’t help it, especially when a friend needs my help.”

A friend?

Do not grow attachments. Wasn’t that your first lesson? It had been hard to be paired up with a man who hated it at first, then to learn how to laugh at his silly jokes or admire how far Leon would go for anyone. For anyone, except himself, stupid brave man.

You open your mouth and close it, simply lying against the sofa with your eyes closed.

“So, let me help you?” His voice is warm and inviting.

It would be best if you said no. You should kick this man out of your living room, out of your life, and never go back to that stupid job fighting an endless battle that would end with you dead or someone you cherished dead. You don’t know how Leon does it, but as you open your eyes, his blue eyes look straight at you awaits in hope. Waiting to comfort you, support you to the best of his abilities, and be your friend.

The pain is still there, vivid in your soul and mind, but there is hope. Right there, in that tiny spot you gave Leon S. Kennedy. That’s why you shouldn’t have opened that damn door, you realize, but it is too late. You limit on nodding.

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satorubrain · 2 years ago

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heyy, i saw you asking for gojo requests 👉🏼👈🏼

can i request a very fluffy domestic husband gojo i don’t really have anything else in mind so please feel free for the rest 🫶🏼

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: FLUFF

Synopsis: He's a silly babie having sillier thoughts

A/N: HUSBAND SATORU WOULD BE SO CHEESY ME THINKS. ALSO I HOPE U LIKE THIS!!!

You were fast asleep, for the most part at least but you were way too tired to get out of bed and see what Satoru has been doing for the past two hours.

For the past two hours, you've been hearing the clicking and clacking of things, doors being opened and closed every short interval. You were just so thankful you've gained the ability to sleep through whatever chaos satoru causes- he can even ask you nonsensical questions and you're capable of answering him through your slumber.

You wake up an hour later and find the house to be so silent. Eerily silent. You know he's safe or at least alive by sensing his cursed energy. Thinking it's always better to get ready for the day before even thinking of facing your dear husband. Especially now, you know something is up.

"Sato-" Your eyes widen when you see him, your husband, one of the strongest sorcerers of the era on his knees, looking sorry. You expected a prank, a joke, something random but not whatever this is.

Before you could recover from your shock he gets on his one knee, grabbing your hands "I'm so sorry for always annoying you and creating troubles but please don't leave me" he pleads.

"WHAT??? Wait wait- who's leaving you? What is happening?" You question him, bewildered by his strange yet worrisome actions, nose scrunched with your head tilted.

"...you?" he feared.

"why would i leave- wait did you.... did you cheat on me?" you ponder, you know he wouldnt but the heart aches even at the thought of it.

"WHAT?! NO I WOULD NEVER. WHY DID YOU EVEN THINK OF THAT??????" he was dumbfounded and quite hurt as well.

"then why would I leave you??"

"because you told me you'll leave me"

"I NEVER SAID THAT and i love you too much for that Satoru" You confessed cupping his cheeks, eliciting a shy giggle from him.

But he returns to the main topic pretty quickly and now you're both stuck in a weird questionable situation. Finally, he decides to explain how he interrogated the sleepy you and asked you all the wrong questions. Of course you said yes when he asked "would you leave me tomorrow when you wake up for always annoying you?" leading to the current scenario.

Though you had the magical ability to sleep through things but there was a major drawback- you would say yes to everything when being questioned.

You sigh as you pull him into your arms "My love, my dear husband of three years please do not worry about my unfortunate habit of saying yes to everything in sleep and me going anywhere." you pause, taking his hand in yours before placing a gentle kiss on the wedding ring while looking at him "i fear I love you too much to even leave you after death" you chuckle.

He pulls you in his arms tightly, causing the both of you to fall on the ground as his laughter echoes through the rooms "sigh, see at you making me worry for absolutely no reason! That is very bitter to do so, my kikufuku!!" he complains contradictory to the grin on his face.

"But nonetheless, let me treat my sweet wife like she deserves to be." He announces, making the rest of your time, his.

The rest of your day goes pretty well with him having breakfast with you where he insisted you both feed each other, as according to him, it helps make the couple love each other more. Him cleaning the dishes before settling on the couch which was surrounded by your favorite flowers where you both went through the special, as he called it, the special married couple skincare routine before the both of you painted each other's nails. Ordering the food through online services as you both binged your recent favorite series, intensely discussing the plot.

It was a perfect stay-in date, the one you both desperately needed to recharge from the exhausting lifestyle you both lead.

"soooo.... tomorrow even if you say yes to your most hated food, I shouldn't make it right?" Satoru questioned, his voice laced with mischief.

"Yes thank you. I mean yeah please don't make it" you doubly clarify so you prove that you're awake, causing the both of you to laugh.

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writermuses · 7 months ago

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Just wanted to share some love. I was deep in the open starters tag and I seen your quality writing. Checked your rules and some of your muse list. Still at work, but I wanted to simply say, your quality stands out among everyone else’s. Not a lot of people pouring heart and passion into their story writing. Not sure if I’ve got a verse for you, but wanted to let you know seeing your posts was REFRESHING! Might just follow to appreciate a fellow story writer! Hope the week is treating you well otherwise!

Wow, this is so nice and I hope you don't mind me posting it. I'm just 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 about Tumblr eating it if I leave it in the askbox. This means a lot as I'm really just way too much of a ball of anxiety to message you (or anyone) Thank you. I do love writing so much. What greater hobby is there than to create a bunch of chaos, hope, and love with other amazing writers, right? Honestly, I'm always shocked by compliments and am so scared to DM the people I do write with because their talent is immense. I hope you enjoy your stay, even if you just decide to read my scribbles.

Be kind + Be well 💙 Natty

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matsunosan · 3 years ago

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Hey there love I just saw that your requests are open <3

And I sse that you write for draken so can we get some fluff with him. Like him falling in love with his childhood bestfried. You know the girl who has always has been by his skde before he met mikey and toman and all of that.Maybe if you want you can make it a bit angsyt. Like him confessing when one of them is seriously injured and he thought that he himself or she is gonna die that's when he is confessing. Or you can leave the angst.

Please don't forget to stay hydrated and don't stress yourself too much. You are loved babygirl 👉🏼👈🏼

HOME - DRAKEN X READER

A/N: Thank you so much for your request lovely! And make sure you stay hydrated too! <3 I hope you enjoy this fic! I also apologize it took me so long to get to your request! Life's been kinda crazy lol. Also you're so sweet omg

Summary: You and Draken are childhood best friends, but you can't help but feel that Draken doesn't feel the same way as you do. What will happen when your life is put on the line from pure bad luck?

WARNINGS: slight cursing, gang related violence, someone gets shot and hospitalized, slight angst but good ending

Word Count: 2,031

Y/N= your name

Y/N/N = your nickname

Draken always admired you from your beauty, your intelligence, and your courage. He will never forget the days where you ran around the streets of Tokyo as children, chasing one another in a simple game of tag or just running for the hell of it. The way your hair would fly in the wind as you sprinted from him, giggling the entire time with that gorgeous smile of yours. Your laughter made his heart feel whole after he cracked a joke or after your constant teasing of him. Everything about you seemed to make him blush and feel like a thousand butterflies were let go in his chest when you were around. Draken knew he was helplessly in love with you. Yet, it nearly took your life in order for him to confess.

You woke up that morning after a peaceful night’s sleep, stretching your arms wide and squeezing your eyes shut as the sun peeked through the bedroom windows. It was a beautiful day in Tokyo, the weather brought the perfect temperature for a sundress and sandals. In Tokyo, rain and cooler weather was most common and the sun didn’t shine nearly as much as you would have liked. But, Tokyo also had Draken. He was the first thing to graze your mind that morning. The thought of Draken made your heart swell and your body feel warm. There was no need for the sun when you could have Draken.

You got ready that morning like any other day, taking your sweet time to pamper yourself. You enjoyed moments like these where you could relax and focus on yourself. After long weeks of work and school, finding the time to take care of yourself became a rarity. Draken insisted that you took more time to yourself and that’s how you found yourself creating better habits as such. He was always looking after you, making sure you ate and drank water as well as get plenty of rest. Sometimes he could be a little harsh, but you knew it was just because he cared. But did he love you as much as you were helplessly in love with him? The question seemed to always be at the forefront of your thoughts, but a part of you didn’t want to hear the answer. What if he didn’t feel the same as you? You were childhood best friends, how foolish could you be? Telling him the truth would surely push him away, wouldn’t it? Your anxious thoughts were interrupted when you heard a vibration across the room. You walked over to the cell phone on the nightstand and picked it up. Draken.

“Hey, Draken!”

“Hey, Y/N. What are you up to right now?”

“Nothing much, I just got ready for the day.”

“Can I come pick you up in about half an hour or so? Mikey said there was a Sakura festival on the square with a bunch of vendors. Care to join?”

“Sure! I’ll be ready!”

“Alright, see you in a bit.”

“See you soon!”

*click*

Draken picked you up on his bike right on time, your little helmet waiting for you on the seat like every time he gave you a ride. You waltzed over, wrapping your arms around his torso and taking in his scent. Everything about Draken soothed your nerves. He felt like home.

“Look at the pink kitty!” you grinned, pointing over to a large cat plush at a festival tent. Draken smiled softly, gently grabbing your hand and leading you over to the booth. The game clerk explained to Draken that he had to throw all the plastic rings around the neck of the milk bottles in order to win the larger prize. Draken smirked triumphantly, knowing that he would win this for you. He let go of your hand, sending you a wink before taking hold of ten multi-colored plastic rings. You watched him anticipation as the game began, hands clutched at your chest as he threw each one. To the clerk’s avail, Draken landed every single throw. You threw your hands out, running over to Draken and hugging him tightly as a token of appreciation. You could feel him tense at the contact, but he quickly melted into your touch. And maybe, just maybe, you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.

Draken loved the way you held onto your new plushie for dear life, fearful that someone might take it away from you. You walked side-by-side as the sun set, deciding to head towards the entrance of the festival activities and head home. “Thank you for taking me, Draken,” you beamed up at him, your heart slowly picking up its pace. Was this it? Was this as far as you’d ever go with Draken? The thought made your smile quickly fade, knowing that you couldn’t possibly have Draken all to yourself. “Hey,” Draken stopped in his tracks, stepping in front of you and placing his hands on your arms. “What’s wrong?” You couldn’t let him see you cry. How many hours, days even, have you spent crying over a boy you knew wasn’t in love with you? Tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill as Draken awaited your answer. You lowered your head, hoping that he wouldn’t see you fall apart. “I-I’m okay,” you spoke softly. “Can we go home now?” “Y/N,” he called your name, placing a hand under your chin and lifting it so that you would meet his gaze. “Talk to me please.” He was always like this. So calm. So caring. So gentle. But you knew that he didn’t love you. “It’s fine,” you stood your ground. “I’m just tired.” “We were having so much fun Y/N,” he pestered, lowering his hand from your chin to rest at his sides. “Did I do something wrong?” Of course that’s what Draken would say. He’s so selfless. He always puts you and your feelings before his. But you can’t tell him. You just can’t. “I had a great time Draken,” you replied shakily, the tears nearing their downfall. “I’m just not feeling great. That’s all.” “Please,” he begged. He fucking begged. “Please talk to me,” Draken said, his voice barely over a whisper. “Draken I-,” you hesitated. Was this the right move? You didn’t think your heart could handle more after today. Your heart couldn’t handle Draken. The way he smiles at you, and only you. The way Draken places his hand on the small of your back when he leads you through crowds. The way Draken comforted you after a heartbreak or after you scored poorly on a test in school. The way Draken was always, inexplicably, there for you. No matter what. You sighed, deciding to give in. “Draken I think I’m-”

*pop*

“What the fuck was that?” Draken’s eyes nearly shot out of his head at the sound of a nearby gunshot. “It sounded like it hit somebody close.” He held onto your arms tight, bringing you into his chest to protect you. “Y/N we need to get the hell out of here,” he grabbed your hand, beginning to run away but your body wouldn’t move. “I think a fight just started. We have to go!” “I-I’m sorry Draken,” you looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. “What the hell are you talking about?” he asked, panicked. But his question was answered when you fell to your knees. “Y/N?” he looked at you for a moment, and then his heart dropped. “Y/N!” Your left shoulder went numb and pain shot through your body. “Dr-Draken,” you whimpered. “I-I got sh-shot.” “Fuck,” he tried picking you up, but you cried out in agony. “SHIT. I’m so sorry. I swear I will fucking kill whoever hurt you. I swear-” His voice was cut off by the sounds of more rounds being shot out. “I’m sorry Y/N,” he apologized, swiftly picking you up as you screamed. “I’m sorry but we have to get the hell out of here.”

A fight between two gangs had interrupted the Sakura festival. The dispute ended up having one of the members draw their firearm and the weapon was hit out of their hand. As a result, the gun fired and the stray bullet hit you in your left shoulder. Draken could feel the blood seeping through your clothes and into his arms, but he kept running until he could find a hospital or someone who could call an ambulance. Given that the two of you were downtown, luckily there was an emergency room a few blocks away. Draken swore he had never run faster in his entire life, his heart racing rapidly in his chest. “I’m so sorry,” you sniffled. “I’m so sorry, Draken.” “Don’t waste y-your energy,” Draken said, voice cracking slightly as he began to cry. “I’m going to save you. I promise.” Silence fell over the both of you from the dire situation, but you decided to finish your statement from earlier. “Hey Draken,” you tried your best to smile, watching beads of sweat form on his face. “Earlier you asked me what was wrong.” “Y-Yes I did Y/N,” he said, slightly out of breath as he continued to carry your nearly-lifeless body. “I love you, Draken.” you told him. You finally told him. You could feel your eyelids grow heavy, and your breaths became slower. This was it. You could die happy knowing that he knows how you felt about him. Draken halted, eyes looking into your glassy ones. “D-Don’t say that,” he said shakily. “You aren’t going to die.” He watched you close your eyes and your consciousness left you. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Draken ran all the way to the emergency room, shocking all of the employees with your blood all over his body. They took you into surgery immediately and luckily were able to save you. The police came and questioned Draken and the gang members were arrested the same night you got shot. After the chaos came to and end, Draken stuck by your side until you finally woke up from your slumber.

It was just like a couple of days before. You woke up after a peaceful night’s sleep, but your body felt numb in some places. You went to stretch your arms out, but could barely move your limbs. Why couldn’t you move? You felt weight at the bottom of your bed and slowly opened your eyes. The sun was welcoming and lit up the dull room. But, it wasn’t your room. Once fully awake, your head tilted slightly to see that you were in a hospital bed. You felt anxiety wash over you until your eyes fell upon the man at the base of the bed. Draken sat in a chair, body hunched over your legs, fast asleep. “Draken?” you groaned, the pain returning quickly. Draken’s head shot up immediately when he heard your voice. “Y/N!” he jumped out of the seat, rushing to kneel by your side. You giggled slightly, but stopped when the pain intensified. “Leave it to me to get shot at a damn festival,” you grinned. “Life’s never dull with me, right?” Draken sighed before giving in, letting out a chuckle and grabbing your hand. “Don’t scare me like that Y/N/N,” his mood shifted, his tone becoming much more serious. “My heart can’t handle losing you.” “I’m so sorry,” you looked down at your hands, averting your gaze in shame just like you had done that night. “It’s not your fault,” Draken squeezed your hand in his own. “I’m just glad to still have you here.” You sat there in silence for a moment and that’s when the memories flooded back. You had told him you loved him. Shit. “About what I said,” you began. “I know you probably don’t lov-” You were cute off with Draken’s lips against yours. His lips melded against your own, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. You weakly brought your hands to cover his, relief washing over your body. This kiss wasn’t long enough, but you know at that moment that you had the rest of your life to give Draken every kiss you could. “I love you Draken,” you declared. “I love you too,” he held onto you.

A/N: Request box is still open!

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