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conron · 4 months ago

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leon kennedy x best friend! reader

best friends but ur lowk pining for each other but ur both so emotionally constipated that u dont realize its that. i feel likie tumblr needs more soft fics. esp with this lil guy.

tags: "platonic", (notreally), i imagined post re4 leon, somewhere around that time, comfort, sleepy cuddles, kisses, sleepy sleepy sleepy, very soft, fem reader sorry guys, he stays at her apartment very cute, teasing, insults, but like in an endearing kinda way, basically a situationship imo, i wrote this on my phone sorry guys

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as she turned around, she was met with his face. he seemed miserable, longing for something. cocking her head, she smiled at him. teasingly, with a raised eyebrow and teeth flashing at him.

“what’s wrong now, agent?” she asked the question jokingly, letting the title he hated oh so much sometimes slip past her lips. her hand reached up to pinch his cheek. before he had also reached up to halt her action, instead delicately rubbing her hand. bringing her hand to caress his rough cheek that’s layered by a little stubble he hadn’t shaved yet.

“nothing…”

he mumbles under his breath. her eyes softening as she stared up at him, her long time friend seemed to not in fact be okay. and looked like he did need something.

“maybe a girl is what you need, leon.” snarking back with a smile. knowing that what they had, it could not be considered something like a relationship. it was something fleeting and neither of them could rely on.

even though she knew he was the most reliable man she knew. strong. his muscles pulled taut. about to snap. he seemed impossible to figure out.

but that’s all he was. reliable. friends can be reliable right? she has a ton. leon just so happens to be the most…

as he looked down at her amused expression, he saw softness in her eyes. something so plush to the touch and something that would fall apart in his hands. his thumb ran gentle circles over the apple in her cheek. feeling her skin below the callouses, penetrating warmth straight into his heart.

sorry for barging in again.

he wanted to say but the words couldn’t form on his tongue. stuck there like molasses. he chose to hum instead, in passing without a thought to it. it was easier than saying all of the words of affection that wanted to tumble past his lips. dripping with love and softness that she probably didn’t think he was capable of.

even if she didn’t think he was capable of such words, she caressed his face and didn’t mind when his hand came to rub hers. the backs of her fingers gently feeling his stubble.

of course she didn’t mind. of course she didn’t.

“mm and who’d want that?” his voice whispers, rough with sleep. his eyes tinged in a slight haze of just waking up. his voice wasn’t full of insecurity, not really. it was full of nothing really, no feelings to hold. bantering just to banter with the soft click of her tongue.

“yknow you’re really handsome, if i was any other woman.” her words slip past her words and he desperately tries to hold onto them. he stares in her eyes, trying to find anything else. something that would give him something to grasp onto. to brush against his cheek and close his eyes so maybe he feels a a little bit of peace.

“ow, that one stings.” a roll of his eyes accompanied this comment, his lips being pulled up by the invisible string of her words. pulling an extremely overdone dramatic pout on her own, she apologizes to the man she considers her friend. and he does nothing but think about how he could kiss that pout off her lips.

his other hand trailing up her thigh, slipping under her large shirt that was most likely his. he doesn’t know why she doesn’t push his away. doesn’t understand why she smiles at him instead. only giving a comment about he’s handsy and he needs to get laid.

he doesn’t understand why he replies that she’s right there.

now he can see her face flush, steam basically blowing up over her head. his eyes soften immensely, before his fingers trail up to her waist. it’s warm. warm and soft. and he can’t help but want to groan at the feeling.

she’s beautiful.

his body moves on its own, still fatigued by well deserved rest. but not enough to satisfy cravings and desires he can’t sleep away. desires that he can’t help but give into at the moment.

his head dips down, slow as the hand cupping her cheek moves to join his other hand. resting on her waist under her shirt, encapsulating by the warmth of another human. encased in soft affection of a woman that should only be his friend. his close friend.

his lips meet her neck, relishing in the soft feel of her hand on his own cheek. she lets out a soft breath, her chest rising with the breath. her hand moving to cup his jaw, his fingers trialing lightly across. very light. very loving. her neck is so warm and warm against his lips. her pulse beating against the smooth texture of his lips.

“what’s gotten into you, leon?” she mutters with a little laugh because she doesn’t know what to do. he doesn’t know why he wants so badly to kiss her neck. to drown in that warmth on his cheek. his thumbs that grip his gun so tightly, caressing her cheek.

“i don’t know. maybe you put something in my food.” he mutters against her neck before placing light kisses all across the expanse. the heat blooming like flowers in the summer. he wonders how it would look if there were marks covering this expanse. painting her skin purple and dark. his lips sucking the area as if he’s trying to drink her in.

“hey you took the chance by eating the shit i make for myself.” she mumbles with a smile as she tilts her head. breathing softly against his lips, feeling the light kisses covering her neck. she’s never seen this side, her eyes not privy to such affection by the other.

they preferred banter and long looks. frowns and flicks to the forehead. this was far too romantic. this was something that belonged to someone better than her.

her fingers that were tracing his jaw brings his chin up. unlatching his lips from the part of her neck that she felt that he may start biting. his back that was hunched over, stands straight again. and it’s leon kennedy she’s looking at again. the leon kennedy who always has his shoulders points and his back broad. she stands, shorter than him, in front of his eyes.

“you’re not acting right.” she says with a smile. a silly comment about something being in his system from his last mission, makes a smile tug at his lips. before it distinguishes immediately when he remembers more. this doesn’t seem to faze her.

i missed you.

his eyes seem to say, although she’d never know that. he hid behind silly banter and bad one liners that she laughed at. he loved the way she laughed. maybe that’s why he always made them. because for a second, he can forget about the horrors and hear her chuckle at how silly she thinks he is.

but no, he can’t bring himself to even think of the words. to formulate them.

so he reaches with a thumb to her lip, a silent plea. an ask. a beg. it’s a little dry but he’s sure his aren’t any better. and she grins at him stupidly.

“what? wanna kiss me, kennedy?”

and his heart almost sputters out of control but he’s chained his heart so it would not do such a thing. whipping it back into place from the women he thought he loved. he mutters a little, “maybe” and he relishes in the way her face brightens. it’s still holds a warm lighting in her apartment. grazing her face with such softness, he’s afraid he doesn’t even know what it means to be that soft anymore.

“what would you do if i did?”

“probably kiss you back.”

he smirks but it’s more of a small smile twinged with amusement. she meets his look with one that’s challenging. raising an eyebrow to see if this is what really wants.

“only kiss me if you know who you’re looking at right now.”

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of course she asks that. she heard whispers and a sneaking suspicion of a woman he held too dear to his heart. a woman he did not have. of course she didn’t want him to make any mistakes.

he has enough regrets after all.

but that’s not what he’s thinking, not at all. he’s thinking of the color of her hair and the length of it. wondering if he could run his fingers through it. he thinks of skin that’s hers and that’s his to touch and run his worn out fingers over.

“i know exactly who i’m looking at.”

he says resolutely, and he moves his thumb to her chin. holding her face between his trigger finger and his thumb. her eyes softens just a little bit at his small admission, her hands reaching up to wrap around his neck.

“feeling romantic?”

he considers her words before he speaks his own.

“maybe lonely.”

she smiles at this swipes at his cheek with her thumb. as if he was crying and she wiped a stray tear.

before she leaned up and their lips met. and it didn’t feels like fireworks like most people would describe a kiss. it didn’t make his heart race or bloom in flowers. it just made him melt and he couldn’t help but pull her in for another. he could feel his soul ebb away, dripping on the ground. pooling by his feet.

it made him wish he wasn’t so scarred and unhappy. wish he had that boyish look in his eyes that she undoubtedly remembers he used to have.

but as they kissed, she couldn’t help but see that boyish light in his eyes. in the way his eyes crinkle and he looks at her in the way someone shouldn’t really be.

and she wants to feel warm. she wants to feel what other women get to feel when they look at leon kennedy. so she pulls away from the kiss and buries her face in his neck. hiding herself away in his chest, trying desperately to chase after his warmth. and he lets her. wrapping his arms tighter around her as he lets her squeeze her eyes closed and imagine they’re more than what they are.

slowly, he leads her back to her own bed. stepping into the comfort of her dark bedroom, he feels for the soft mattress and gently lies her down. he can’t help but feel something twist in his chest at the sight of her so vulnerable below him. hovering over her but the last thing he wants to do is make himself look like a bastard.

“wanna have sex?” she asks with a quirky smile as he realizes him looking like a bastard was inevitable with her. he has to admit, she really didn’t care for something slow and gentle with him. they’ve known each other far too long for that.

the burning sensation spreading from his groin to his fingertips is overwhelming. he can see the perfect outline of her fingers underneath the t-shirt. her legs laid bare before him and he wants to kiss them from top to bottom.

but the sensation never reaches his head. as he looks down at her, he doesn’t want more. he doesn’t need more from her.

“you think i’m a friends with benefits kinda guy?”

“you’d be surprised.”

he rolls his eyes before he just collapses on her. and to his delight, she squirms and grunts as she swats at his back. she’s so soft below him.

“ugh! you’re fucking HEAVY, leon.”

“so you’re calling me fat.”

“if so, then YES! you’re a FATASS.”

it’s all in good teasing fun. he knows that she doesn’t mean it and she knows that she also doesn’t mean it. though, he was heavy and he knew that. his lips smirking as he rolled off on her and instead pulled her to his chest. her legs tangling with his as her ear presses up against his chest. listening to the steady beat of his heart, she felt at peace.

she wonders if it’s okay to be in such a position with leon kennedy. if she’s allowed to hear the low thrum of his heartbeat or feel his rough fingers run against the warm expanse of her waist. she wonders if he’s okay with it. so she looks up from his chest, opening her mouth for consent. and his eyes, that were previously closed, blearily look down at her. she sees the weariness in them. and before any words can escape her, the only thing she can think of to do is to lean up and have their lips meet again.

he’s… really tired.

and that’s fine with her. she doesn’t mind the brushes of his lips with her. or the lingering touches that warrant more. she doesn’t mind. as long as he was tangible and real and he was in decent shape-

so they kiss once again. soft and needy. they keep leaning back in after each one that he eventually just rests his forehead against hers. their breaths mingling together as he stares at the woman next to him.

“how long are you off?”

“until they call me back.”

so he doesn’t know in leon language. she gives him a look that makes him smile a little before he pulls her back into his chest. burying his face into her hair and breathing deeply.

this is… nice.

it’s safe and comforting in these strong arms of her friend. a man with dirty blonde hair who barely felt a lot of things anymore. she gave him the key to her apartment just in case anything happens. and sometimes, his hand will trail down to her waist when she’s getting something in the kitchen. and sometimes, his lips will brush her cheek when he says goodbye and she’s left to wonder if the next time she’ll see him is in a coffin.

but it’s not her place to be that concerned because that’s for someone who holds the heart of leon kennedy.

so she sits in calm water, waiting for the ripples of his boots to click on her wooden floor. reverberating in her heart, as she can turn and smile at him again. and he can give a ghost of a smile back at her.

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cabinofimagines · 11 months ago

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Near Death Experience

I changed the text a bit from the request, but this is what worked for me! Pairing: Poly!Fierrochase x gn!reader, Alex Fierro x reader x Magnus Chase Request: Uh, hi. This is my first request so i don't know how to start, but can you make a poly!Fierrochase one? Maybe add a little bit of angst where the reader nearly dies in the mortal realm but suddenly Sam takes the reader to Valhalla (Sorry i suck at spelling cuz English id my second language) but Alex and Magnus doesn't know that and sobs themselves to sleep and becomes a lil' depressed until they see the reader at breakfast the next morning? If you can ily and thank you! If you can't it's fine and thank you and ily regardless :) Word count: 1.1k Warnings: mentions of death etc. -Asnyox

The day had started just fine, you were hanging with your lovers for most of it, going on a date. It wasn’t much of a date, as you three mostly decided to walk around Boston for the day. Away from Hotel Vahalla, away from other friends or duties at the Chase place. However neither of your lovers had expected to find you, passed out, after saying goodbye.

Sam had been the way to inform them. Apparently you were caught off guard when you were making your way back to the Chase place, and you had been lucky enough to have stumbled upon Sam afterwards. Magnus couldn’t move fast enough to your location, and somehow he had felt like he had been too late, even if you were still alive, but unconscious.

“Look, if I had been around-” Magnus started but Alex gripped his shoulder.

“You weren’t,” Alex glared at Magnus, “You couldn’t have been! So don’t fucking blame yourself when you better worry about (Y/n).” Alex took a shuddering breath, “I will not grief- let you grief when they’re not yet dead.” She had been holding on, keeping up her appearance thus far, but it was crumbling. Alex sighed, holding back the tears she could feel behind her eyes, “Just focus on regaining energy, maybe they need more healing.”

Magnus wasn’t a stranger to losing a loved one, but it had become rarer. He knew now that he could heal people, and that’s all you needed to get round, right? When he was around pain wouldn’t last long- yet somehow he hadn’t been enough to heal you. There weren’t any physical wounds, but why hadn’t you woken yet? Magnus wasn’t entirely stunned- he had noticed that when he tried to heal you, he hadn’t caught any glimpses of your memories and consciousness. Magnus normally didn’t have control over it happening, but when bringing one back from the brink of death if had always happened, and yet, with you, it hadn’t. Were you too far gone? Or did Magnus know you too well to need to catch your memories?

Alex didn’t want to face the reality- the fact that even in this world of gods, you might die. Alex had seen the impossible happen again and again, yet right now the possibility of losing you seemed so real. And she didn’t face any of this- not yet, not when you were still breathing. She wouldn’t mourn, cry, panic until you were truly six feet under. She had to be strong, she’s always had to be strong.

It took you three days to wake up. Throughout these days you were never alone, Magnus and Alex took shifts, barely able to put up with the other while you were struggling. It wasn’t t that they blamed each other- it was their own inabilities to face their feelings and be vulnerable while you weren’t yet gone. You wouldn’t be gone is what they both wanted to believe, but crying over your unconscious form together was too close to admitting the dire situation. There was strength in denial.

And then your eyes shifted, your mouth felt dry but your body didn’t hurt. You were uncomfortable- that was sure, but as you tried to move your arm to rub your eyes you were met with resistance. As you stretched your hand you notice another hand holding it tightly. Softly, you heard Magnus’s voice whisper your name, and you wanted to respond but it came out as a groan. The warmth- oh, the hand holding yours had been sweaty- left your hand, and you moved your fingers, bringing your arm to your face and finally rubbing your eyes, ridding it of some grub that had seemed to keep them closed.

As you opened your eyes the room seemed too bright, and for a second you considered you had, somehow, arrived in Heaven. But, luckily, Magnus’s face disproved that theory.

He helped you up, and at the same time Alex made his way into the room, carrying a tray. As his eyes looked at you, he moved quickly, putting down the tray next to your bed and helping Magnus to sit you up.

As you drank your water, Alex realized he had been crying. He no longer needed to be strong, because you were back and breathing. There were still things to worry about but your imminent death had passed- and that allowed him the breather he needed to feel the emotions he had been denying himself for the past few days.

Your glass was discarded- whether by your own hands or by Alex grabbing it as you finished neither of you know, but you are quickly engulfed in a hug.

“Never do this again.” Alex demanded but you knew you couldn’t promise it, so you simply hummed in response. Magnus hesitantly joined the hug, not wanting to overwhelm you as you had just recovered, but he didn’t want to stay back either. After a moment you broke apart, although neither of your lovers let go of you entirely. Alex had unexpectedly kept his hand on yours, while Magnus had moved to sit next to you on the bed, entangling his arm with yours.

“Sam said she didn’t know what got you,” Magnus said, staring at you unwaveringly, “but for some reason my healing didn’t work afterwards. Do you remember?” Your brain was still lacking any comprehensive thought, so you simply shook your head. You genuinely didn’t remember what happened, but it might come back to you. Magnus sighed, but did not press. He had hoped that maybe there was a reason, a simple ‘Oh this Norse creature cancels out healing magic’ but there wasn’t one. Yet, somehow he didn’t find himself caring too much, as he could feel your breath next to him. It had been a bad time for your lovers, but they would get over it sooner rather than later. You hoped this would be the last time such a thing would happen, but you could never know, and in Valhalla your lovers were face to face with death every day, and eventually you would learn to just be grateful for the days that pass without injury. You only live once, after all.

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