#i have been watching supernatural again so there's that

[grimoireofhayley]

Eyes Like Fire

Leon Kennedy x Bioweapon!Reader

Summary: Leon dug into your past, finding out you are a bioweapon; he confronts you? (I don’t know how to summarize it, lol.)

Warnings: Implied torture, trauma, wounds, supernatural abilities, fluff and LOTS of it. Let me know if I missed any!

Word Count: 6k

Inspired by Sleep Tokens, Take Me Back to Eden, “My, my, those eyes like fire. I’m a winged insect you’re a funeral pyre”

“What is it?” You raise an eyebrow, turning off the radio in your car. “I understand that this isn’t just a casual conversation you’re looking for.”

Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair.

You were perceptive, that much was for sure. No beating around the bush with you.

Leon spoke with sincerity and a tad of hesitation in his voice, "Honestly, I... I wanted to ask you some questions."

“About what exactly?” You muttered.

Leon paused, trying to find the right words.

There was so much he wanted to know, about everything.

The scars on your back, the years of confinement, your escape, the video Hunnigan showed him. He wanted to ask you about it all, to understand everything.

But this wasn't the place for such a long, deep conversation. And Leon wasn't sure if you would open up to him about any of it.

So he focused on the most pressing matter, the one that had been weighing on his mind the most.

"About those scars on your back..." He hesitated, meeting your gaze, his expression serious.

This wasn't an easy topic.

He knew it wasn't something he should ask you about. Hell, it probably wasn't even his business.

But he couldn't stop himself. The sight of those scars... had changed him in ways he couldn't even begin to understand. They were a part of you, they represented your history, your pain, your trauma.

He needed to know.

“Every day of my confinement, I was subjected to whippings if I showed even the slightest sign of disobedience.” You sighed, averting your gaze.

Leon's heart squeezed with sadness as you spoke.

Every word, every sentence, made that pit in his stomach grow deeper and deeper.

The idea of someone doing that to you... to a person who was only a minor... it sent a wave of anger coursing through his veins.

A righteous fury.

You were only sixteen, barely just started your teenage years.

Leon clenched his fist, his voice tight with emotional pain and anger. "How long?"

“Up until I turned 18.” You stared ahead.

‘Of course it was… ‘ He thought, that was the age you escaped, he remembered reading it in the report.

Leon understood the gravity of your words. You had been taken prisoner, tortured for years, and subjected to experiment; they had turned you into a bioweapon, he also remembered that in the report he read.

He had viewed the once classified information and graphic video; the one where you had been exposed, naked and in a state of rage, but you managed to break free, leading to the demise of an entire bioterrorist group that had been holding you captive.

A bioweapon they had created, only to turn against them…

Leon's heart pounded in his chest.

Until you were 18...

That would have been over 2 years of torture, confinement, beatings. The thought was unbearable, especially considering you were just a child at the start.

Leon swallowed the growing lump in his throat, "What... what happened afterwards?"

“You saw the video, Leon, you already know what happened.” You tsked, gripping my steering wheel.

Leon nodded.

Yeah, he had seen the video. He had watched it over and over in the past few minutes, replaying the scene in his mind.

He had watched you break out of your confinement, watched you fight and rip apart those who had tortured and abused you for years.

Leon swallowed again, his voice a soft whisper, “Your first experience of liberation was pure rage—a rage directed at those who had wronged you.”

You only nod, side-eyeing him.

Leon frowned, his mind going back to the video.

You had been so angry, so feral... almost like a wild animal cornered by hunters.

And with your powers... you'd been able to break free, to fight back against your captors and escape their confinement.

He had to commend you for that. Even if it was by sheer anger alone, you had broken your bonds and gained your freedom.

Leon took a deep breath, his voice trembling with emotion, "What..." He paused for a moment, trying to steady his voice,"What went through your mind as you broke out? How did you feel?"

“I was in a state of rage and hatred.” You spoke, your voice filled with haunt and vice; recalling how you instinctively reached for the axe that was locked up, unleashing a torrent of brutality upon your adversaries.

Leon felt a chill run down his spine as you spoke.

The intensity... the ferocity in your voice...

Leon remembered the scene in his mind; you, breaking out of your cell, grabbing an axe, and just... going crazy on them, it was a bloodbath.

It seemed almost primal, the way you reacted to your sudden freedom. Leon could only imagine what you had felt like.

Leon sighed, his eyes downcast.

He had seen it all in the video, he had the imagery lodged into his head.

The rage, the violence...

It was all there, in front of his eyes.

But he wanted to hear it from you, to know what it felt like for you.

“How... long did it take you to calm down afterwards?" Leon asked, his voice quiet and heavy.

“I never did…” You trail, “I mean, not for awhile, I was stuck in overdrive..”

Leon nodded, his expression thoughtful.

That was understandable.

After years of confinement and abuse, it would make sense that you would be in 'overdrive.'

It would take more than just a single incident of escape to bring you down from that kind of anger, that kind of trauma.

Leon frowned, still caught up in his thoughts.

He could only imagine how you had felt, stuck in that state of fury and aggression.

Leon wanted to reach out, to place his hand on yours and offer some comfort.

But he knew better.

Instead, he spoke, his voice soft and sincere, “How did you finally calm down, then?"

“Booze, drugs… and a lot of it.” You admitted, shaking your head slightly.

Leon's eyebrows rose in surprise.

He hadn't expected that answer.

But, it made sense.

Drinking and drugs, two things that could help you forget, if only temporarily, the pain and suffering of your past.

Leon swallowed, his voice still soft, though a bit hesitant, "You... you don't do that anymore, do you?"

“No.” You turned your head to face him. “As a human-bioweapon, I developed a tolerance to it relatively quickly, rendering it less effective, and I lost interest.”

You released the grip on the steering wheel, your gaze fixed on him. “In reality, my sole purpose is work, taking the responsibility of inflicting pain upon the enemies for information for the DSO and BSAA… I buried myself in that.”

Leon nodded, his expression serious.

He wasn't surprised that you had developed a tolerance to alcohol and drugs.

It made sense, considering you were technically a human-bioweapon.

Leon understood the nature of your work, the things you did for DSO and BSAA. He knew you weren't just some innocent, helpless woman.

You were ruthless, you were efficient, you were dangerous.

Leon swallowed the lump in his throat.

Leon spoke, his voice calm, "That work... it takes a toll, doesn't it?"

He was asking more for his own sake than for yours.

Leon wanted to know, needed to know, if it affected you the way it would have affected him.

The work you did, it seemed brutal, gruesome, and damaging.

“My cognitive processes are distinct due to genetic modifications.” You remind him, your brain wasn’t wired the same after the sheer torture and experimentation you endured.

“You have seen my files, watched the video, and all other information…Given this knowledge, why are you asking further?”

Leon raised an eyebrow, surprised by the blunt question.

It caught him off guard, but he should have expected it.

You were straightforward.

Leon swiped his thumb over his lip, his voice softer, "I... I suppose I wanted to hear it direct from you."

Leon ran a hand through his hair, meeting your gaze, "The files, the video... they only say so much, but I wanted to hear your side of it."

“Do I frighten you?” You inquired, suddenly addressing him. Your expression, which had previously been composed and stoic, suddenly softened and became slightly somber.

Leon paused, caught off guard by the question.

Frighten him?

It was a logical question.

You were an enhanced human-bioweapon. You possessed incredible strength, powers, and skill. On paper, you should be terrifying.

But you... you didn't frighten him.

Leon shook his head, meeting your gaze, his voice sincere, “No." He answered softly. "No you don't."

Leon let out a sigh, his voice quiet yet honest, "I'll admit... you should frighten me, on paper, at least..."

Leon leaned against the side of your car, his gaze flickering to your scars that were covered by your blouse then back to your eyes, "But... you don't."

Leon's heart beat faster in his chest. He couldn't explain it, but there was something about you... something that had him hooked.

“Why?” You simply asked.

Leon frowned, trying to put his feelings into words.

Why didn't you scare him?

Leon took a moment to collect his thoughts.

"I... I'm not sure." He admitted truthfully.

He was silent for a long moment, searching for the reason.

Leon looked at you, his gaze sincere, "Maybe... I guess... I feel the urge… to protect you."

“I can protect myself…” You mumble, turning your head away.

Leon nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He knew you could protect yourself, that was clear by your training and capabilities.

Leon spoke, his voice gentle, "I know you can. That was clear in the file, and clear by your fighting skills."

He paused, his gaze lingering on your scars for a moment, "But that doesn't mean I don't want to protect you myself."

“You are aware I have a constant target on my back, right?” Your mouth formed a thin line.

Leon's heart squeezed at your words.

Of course, he was aware that you were a target.

But he didn't care.

Leon took a deep breath, his voice steady despite the rising emotions inside him,"Yeah…" he murmured, his eyes fixed on you, "I'm aware of that."

“Then why?” You asked again.

Leon gulped, unsure how to put his words into a proper sentence.

Why?...

Why did he want to protect you?

Why did that feeling keep gnawing at him, deep down inside?

Leon took a deep breath, his voice hesitant, yet honest again, “I... I don't know..."

Leon ran a hand through his hair again, his gaze on yours, "I can't explain it. But I… I can't ignore that feeling."

Leon felt the growing realization that he couldn't deny his feelings anymore.

Despite his better judgement, Leon couldn't deny that he felt deeply protective of you.

His heart thundered in his chest as he looked at you, taking in the scars on your back, the intensity of your gaze.

Leon swallowed, his voice soft, "I can't ignore that feeling, and... I don't want to."

“I possess the ability to transform into a lethal bioweapon. Do you not understand the potential danger I pose, capable of swiftly severing your spine with a single, powerful motion?”

“Potential danger." Leon emphasized.

Yeah, you could transform into a bioweapon, a fearsome one, at that.

You could probably snap his neck or cut his spine out quickly.

Leon took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

He knew. He understood.

But it didn't change how he felt.

Leon spoke, his voice steady, and almost… defiant, "I'm well aware. I still don't care."

Your efforts to isolate him appeared unsuccessful, prompting you to resign yourself to the situation with a sigh, god, he was stubborn.

Leon cracked a small smile at your sigh.

He was getting through to you, he could tell, even if you didn't want to admit it.

Leon pushed himself off the side of your car, crossing his arms over his chest, “You can try to convince me you're some sort of... monster. But it's not gonna work." He spoke, his voice low and firm.

“But I am a monster.”

Leon's heart clutched at your words.

"No..." He murmured.

Leon stepped forward, closer to you.

"You're not a monster. No matter what you think, or what you were made to be..." Leon paused, his voice sincere, "You're not a monster, and I will not treat you like one."

Leon stepped closer to you, his heart in his throat, as he leaned against the window to your car.

He was taking a leap now, going with his gut on this one.

He lifted his hand, his fingers brushing against your shoulder, “I don't care if you're a bioweapon or not. I don't care about the scars on your back. They don't scare me. You don't scare me."

Leon's voice was smooth, even though his heart was pounding in his chest.

“I should.” You replied.

Leon's hand lingered on your shoulder, his voice serious, "But you don't."

Leon swallowed, his heart beating faster.

He wanted to take things a little further, to see how far your self-defence would go.

He spoke, his voice careful, "I want to try something."

Leon held your gaze, his hand still on your shoulder.

He had to test this theory. He had to know if you responded to human touch.

Leon leaned in slightly, bringing his face closer to yours, his expression sincere and honest, "Will you… humour me?"

Leon was acutely aware of the risks he was taking.

You were a bioweapon, a force that should be feared. And he, a simple human, was pushing the limits, trying to push you, to test the boundaries.

Leon pulse raced and waited for your response.

“Huh?” Your eyes widened slightly, confused.

Leon's heart skipped a beat as he watched confusion cross your eyes.

He could sense the hesitation, the wariness in your gaze.

Leon bit his lip, knowing he had to tread carefully.

He spoke, his voice low, "Just… humour me, for a moment."

Leon's heart pounded in his chest as he leaned a little closer, his face just inches from yours.

He wanted to know, needed to know if you would react to human touch.

Leon's voice was sweet, "I'm going to touch your cheek, okay?"

Leon waited for your response, his gaze locked with yours.

He was taking a huge risk, putting himself in a very vulnerable position with you.

‘Please, just let me.’ He thought.

You nod, not completely understanding the gravity of the situation.

Leon breathed out a sigh of relief as you nodded, giving him permission to proceed.

His heart pounded a little harder, his pulse racing with anticipation. With a moment of hesitation, Leon reached out, touching the side of your cheek with his fingertips, ever so gently.

Inadvertently, you flinched and closed your eyes. No one has ever touched you before; you have only ever known pain.

Leon could tell you had flinched, and he could tell it was because you were not accustomed to touch.

His heart ached, aching to know that no one had ever touched you before without the intent of hurting you.

He was determined now, "Hey… let me try something. Keep your eyes closed."

You kept your eyes closed.

Leon took a deep breath, his heart in his throat.

He was really pushing it, but he couldn't stop now.

He needed to know if you would react to human touch.

Leon's fingertips traced up your cheek, brushing back a strand of hair, before running along your jawline.

He spoke again, "Feel that? My fingertips against your skin…"

Leon watched, his heart in his throat, as he stroked your cheek and jawline.

He could see the tension in your shoulders, the flicker of uncertainty in your expression. He wanted you to see how human touch was supposed to feel.

Leon knew you had felt pain and only pain.

But he wanted to show you that there was more to touch than pain, than torture.

Leon smiled slightly, "Just feel it. Feel my fingertips against your skin."

A faint blush crept across your cheeks, and your shoulders remained tense, but they gradually relaxed against the seat of the driver’s chair. Your fingers twitched slightly, tapping against the side of the car.

Leon could see the faint blush on your cheeks, a gentle flush of color. The tension in your shoulders had dropped, just enough to let him know that you weren’t uncomfortable.

He could see the slight movement in your fingers, tapping against the side of the car.

Leon spoke again, a small smile tugging at his lips again, "Relax. Just relax. Enjoy this."

Leon trailed his fingertips down your cheek, tracing the curve of your jawline before moving to the soft skin of your neck.

“W-What are you trying to do, exactly?” You stammered.

Leon paused for a moment, his fingers resting against the soft skin of your neck.

He could hear the confusion in your words, and he could tell you weren’t quite sure what all of this was.

Leon answered you, "I’m trying… to show you something. Something you should have had a long time ago."

Leon's fingers gently traced the curvature of your neck, his touch slow and soft.

He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes were tightly shut, the way your shoulders were still slightly tensed, even as they relaxed against the seat.

Leon realized that you needed to feel. You needed to experience. You needed to know what good touch felt like.

Leon took a deep breath, his voice steady, "Let me show you." He breathed, as he leaned in closer.

Leon's heart pounded in his chest, his pulse racing with anticipation.

He was risking a lot by trying this.

But he wasn't doing this for himself. He didn't want you to fear human touch. He wanted you to know what it felt like to be touched gently, without threat or pain.

Leon leaned in even closer, his fingers still tracing the side of your neck. He could feel your skin warming under his touch, and he was almost certain he could see a faint blush on your cheeks.

His touch evoked a sense of unfamiliarity within you, triggering the awakening of your supernatural abilities. In response, the radio automatically turned on, its frequency oscillating rapidly between high and low levels. Concurrently, the interior lights of your car began to flicker in response to the electromagnetic fluctuations.

Leon blinked, surprised by the sudden activation of your abilities.

He could sense the change, the shift in the air as your powers surged.

He could perceive the rapid fluctuation of the radio frequency, as well as the flickering of the interior car lights. Leon knew what it meant - you were responding.

Leon but his lip.

He knew he was taking a risk, but he continued with it.

Leon leaned in even closer, his fingers trailing along the curve of your neck and up towards your jaw.

He could see the tension releasing from your shoulders, the tension in your face slowly fading.

Leon could sense the good feelings emanating from you, and he felt a surge of pride.

He was not going to stop now.

Leon's fingers continued to trace along the curve of your neck and up towards your jaw, his touch remaining gentle and slow.

He could feel your body responding to his touch, as you began to relax even more.

Leon leaned in even closer, his voice soft, yet kind

"Feel that? The softness of my fingertips against your skin?"

As the flickering lights ceased, the soothing melody of the quieter frequencies enveloped you, inducing a state of tranquility.

Your body responded to Leon’s touch in unexpected ways, a symphony of sensations that transcended your comprehension.

You were accustomed to excruciating pain, not the gentle and delicate touch Leon was imparting.

Leon smiled as he heard the quieter frequency play, feeling your body relax even more. He could tell you were feeling something, something good.

Leon continued to trail his fingertips along your neck, tracing the soft skin, before gently caressing the curve of your jawline.

He watched you closely, trying to gauge your reaction, your emotions. Leon could tell you were responding, reacting to his touch.

His heart skipped a beat as he continued, "How does that feel?"

Gradually, you opened your eyes, but your customary (e/c) irises had transformed into a warm, vibrant reddish-yellow hue. Evoking the essence of fire, they exuded an alluring beauty without any malevolent intent.

Leon's heart skipped a beat at the sight of your transformed orbs, his breath catching in his chest. He had never seen anything like it. The color was vibrant, beautiful and dangerous looking, like a raging fire or a burning sun.

Leon swallowed, his voice low but steady, "Your eyes… they're…"

A faint blush crept up your neck as you hastily turned away, opening the sunvisor to reveal your eyes.

Leon paused for a moment, taking in the sight of your cheeks flushed with colour, the glow of your irises, the intensity of your gaze.

He gulped again, his heart racing, as the frequency sounded. Leon could feel the weight of his own feelings crashing over him, the intensity of the moment.

God, you were beautiful…

Leon licked his lips, trying to compose himself.

Your skin turned pale, exposing the subtle alterations occurring. The only discernible change was the intense, sun-like eyes, and the way your teeth took a slightly-sharper edge. You grasped your cheeks and stared into the mirror.

You detested what you saw, yet it was an integral part of you now. With Leon’s touch, so tender and gentle, your body responded…

Leon watched as your skin paled, the subtle changes happening before his eyes.

He could see it all - the intensity of your eyes, the sharp edges of your teeth, the way you touched your cheeks, as if you were trying to claw the changes away.

Leon could tell you despised it, the things that made you different.

But Leon didn't.

He saw the beauty in your uniqueness, the beauty in the danger.

Leon watched as your pale hands touched your cheeks, your eyes full of contempt, your teeth bared...

His heart ached at the sight. He could feel the weight of your emotions, the pain and hatred you felt towards yourself.

Leon wanted to reach out and touch you, to offer you comfort.

He wanted to tell you that you were more than what you were made to be, that you were more than what you felt you were.

Leons hand twitched, as he fought the urge to reach out and comfort you.

He could sense the hatred, the self contempt you felt over your supernatural enhancements, but it paled in comparison to what he was feeling.

He wanted to touch you, to hold you, to comfort you. To tell you that you were beautiful, that the power that hummed under your skin was beautiful and powerful. That you were so much more than a bioweapon…

You blinked, your lashes curled upwards, revealing vibrant shades of red, yellow, and orange. Their radiance intensified, almost matching the brilliance of the sun.

Leon's heart skipped a beat as your lashes curled upwards, revealing the vibrant shades of your eyes.

He was taken aback by the intensity of your gaze, the glow of your hues.

Leon had never seen eyes like that before, and he had never felt the way he was feeling at that moment.

Leon took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, trying to steady his heart, which was racing in his chest. The feeling was foreign to him, but not unwelcome.

Your fingers trembled against your face, and the overwhelming sensation of disgust consumed you as you engaged in a fierce internal struggle, gazing into the reflective surface of the mirror.

Leon watched as your fingers trembled, your expression one of disgust as you gazed into the reflection of the sunvisor mirror.

Leon could sense the turmoil within, the self-loathing that was taking a hold of you. The feeling of disgust etched itself into your features as you stared at your reflection, the image of the changes, the alien traits of yourself.

Leon quickly opened the car door, his heart racing with the need to comfort you. He leaned in, his fingers deftly unbuckling the seatbelt that secured you to the seat. He couldn't stand to see you struggling like this, to see the self-loathing written across your expressions.

Your eyes widened, shocked at his actions.

Leon's heart pounded in his chest as your eyes grew in response to his actions. He moved closer, leaning in to gingerly undo your seatbelt, his fingers working with practiced precision. Finally, the buckle released, the strap sliding off your shoulder as Leon freed you from the confines of the seat.

He paused, his gaze meeting yours. He could see the mixture of surprise and uncertainty in your eyes.

He wanted to tell you it was okay, that he wasn't going anywhere, that he was staying right here.

"Come here."

Leon reached towards you, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrists, trying to bring you closer.

He wanted you close, wanted you in his arms, wanted to comfort you, to protect you. To show you that you were safe, that you were not a monster.

Leon spoke again, "Come closer. Please. Let me hold you."

Leon could feel your hesitation, the uncertainty in your eyes.

But he didn't let go. He didn't back away.

He just held onto your wrists, holding them tightly, gently pulling you closer, "Please. Just… just come here." Leon's grasp on your wrists was gentle yet firm, wanting to reassure you, to show you that he was here.

He wanted so badly to hold you, to comfort you, to protect you.

He spoke again, his voice softer and more urgent, "Please… just come closer. You need this, you need me. Let me hold you."

Your eyes emitted a radiant glow, flickering with increasing intensity and brilliance.

Leon could see the glow emanating from your eyes, the way they glowed even brighter in response to his gentleness.

His heart skipped a beat, his pulse racing as he saw your reaction to him, to his touch.

Leon pulled you even closer, his fingers gripping your wrists a little bit tighter. He swallowed, his heart hammering in his chest, as he spoke softly, yet quickly, "Come here. Come closer. Let me hold you. Please.."

Leon could see the intensity in your eyes, the way they glowed with a fierce fire.

He could feel the tension in your body, the tension that had built up from years of confinement, from years of pain.

Leon was determined to comfort you, to show you what it felt like to be held.

"Sweetheart…”

You moved closer, though, reluctance was still evident.

Leon's heart skipped a beat again as you reluctantly moved closer, closing the distance between the two of you.

He could see the hesitation still in your eyes, in the way you held yourself. But he could also see the flicker of trust, the way your defenses were lowering, if only a little.

Leon took a deep breath, his own body tense with the desire to hold you.

His voice was demanding, but alluded only care.

"Closer…"

You moved closer.

Leon swallowed as you moved closer, feeling the warmth of your body against his. He could feel the tension in your muscles, the way your body held itself tightly, as if waiting for pain or something worse.

He could tell you were still on edge, that you were still skeptical of his intentions…..

"Closer, darling.” His voice was low.

As you averted your gaze, your eyes emitted an even more radiant glow, almost reaching the threshold of blinding light. The flame-like hues intensified with each laboured breath, each movement, each touch, and each word coming from Leon.

Leon watched, mesmerized, as the flames in your eyes grew brighter with each deliberate movement, every breath you took, every word he uttered.

The heat coming from your irises was almost too intense to withstand, yet Leon continued. He couldn't stop, he couldn't look away.

His own heart beating faster and faster in his chest, "Closer, sweetheart.. please?”

For a brief moment, you lowered your gaze, closing your eyes. Your hair cascaded down your face as the radio frequencies intensified, and the lampposts in your vicinity to flicker.

Leon's heart pounded against his chest, the sound of the flickering lampposts and the increase in radio frequencies filling the air.

His body was tense with anticipation as he watched you close your eyes. Leon could feel the electric charge in the air, the power of your abilities starting to manifest.

Leon took a deep breath, his heart racing as he whispered again, “Please, sweetheart… just come here. Closer.”

Leon let out a soft gasp as you suddenly lurched forward, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close.

He immediately wrapped his arms around you in response, one of his hands burying itself into your hair, the other resting against the curve of your lower back.

Leon buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of you, the feeling of you against him, "There you go, darling…”

Leon's heart ached as he held you in his arms, the feeling of your body pressed against him, the feeling of your arms around him.

It was a feeling he'd never thought he'd experience, the feeling of holding someone close, of being held.

He needed this, just as much as you did.

Leon took a deep breath, fighting back the feeling of tears that threatened to well up in his eyes.

“Why?” You inquired, your voice muffled against his chest. The flickering lights and the incessant sound of frequencies dying down. “Why did you do it? Touch me in such a manner? Why did you desire to hold me so tightly?”

Leon swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest, as he listened to your muffled voice against his chest.

His grip on you tightened as he responded, his voice low and sincere, his words resonating with the truth, "Because you deserve it. You deserve to be touched gently, to be held. You deserve to be cared for, and to be shown that you're more than just what some awful organization tried to make you. You're not a monster... you're someone I care about. A lot."

Leon's body hummed with the need to hold you closer, to protect you from the world that feared you and the organization that used you.

He took a deep breath, the feeling of you against him, the feeling of your body pressed against his.

Leon swallowed again, trying to control the emotions coursing through his body, "Because... I care about you. Because you deserve care. Because you're not a monster, you're not some tool for someone else's purposes. You're a person. A person that doesn't deserve the pain and suffering that has been inflicted on you."

Leon leaned back a little, just enough to look into your eyes, wanting to drive his point home.

His voice was low, his tone filled with love.

"You're not a monster. You're not a weapon. You're a person. A person who deserves to be cared for, to be treated gently and respectfully. And I care about you, sweetheart. A lot."

The feeling of his heart racing, his pulse quickening. He ran his fingers through your hair, gently caressing your scalp.

Leon could see the glow in your eyes dimming, the fiery colors becoming warmer and more subdued.

He could feel your body relaxing, the tension easing out of your muscles ever so slightly. Leon smiled a little, feeling the progress he'd made.

His fingertips traced along your scalp, gently running through your hair, hoping to make you relax even more.

Leon's smile widened a little as he felt you relax even more in his grip, the tension in your body softening just a little bit.

He could feel you against him, your body slowly giving in to the comfort of being held, the comfort of being cared for.

Leon swallowed again, his heart aching as he spoke again, his words soft, yet firm.

"You're not a monster, sweetheart. You're a person who deserves gentle treatment. You've been hurt enough. You've been abused enough. You deserve… tenderness, you deserve love.”

Leon's heart ached as he spoke, his voice still low and sincere, trying to push the message through to you, "You deserve so much more than what you've been given. More than the pain and suffering, more than the torture and confinement."

Leon's hand moved from your scalp, gently grasping your chin, lifting your face towards his, his eyes meeting yours, trying to make you see how much he meant what he said.

His breath hitched in his throat as he looked into your eyes and saw your pupils dilate, slitting in a cat-like manner.

His gaze wandered from the intensity of your eyes, down to your parted lips, his own pulse quickening at the mere sight of them.

His fingers gently touched your chin, the pad of his thumb brushing against your lower lip ever so softly.

Leon ran his thumb over your lower lip, feeling the soft, velvety texture of your skin, the way your parted lips invited him in.

His pulse quickened, his head starting to spin with how close you were to him, how intimate this moment felt. Leon swallowed hard, trying to maintain control. He spoke again, his voice hoarse, yet somehow steady.

"(Y/n)…Sweetheart…”

His thumb still traced the outline of your lips, feeling your warm breath against his skin.

Every cell in his body craved more, wanted more of you, yet he fought to restrain himself, fighting to keep his feelings under control.

Leon's hands cupped your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin against his palms. He leaned in a bit closer, his voice soft, yet steady, as he spoke again.

"Can I… can I kiss you?"

Your eyes flickered a bright glow for moment as you nodded.

Leon's heart skipped a beat at your response, as your eyes flickered with a beautiful glow.

His fingers ran down to the hollow of your neck, feeling the pulse there, feeling your heart beating against his palm.

His own excitement rising as he leaned in, closing the distance between you.

Leon’s lips brushed against yours in a gentle, delicate kiss, his eyes drifting closed as the world seemed to fall away around them.

Leon's lips were soft and gentle as they brushed against yours, the world around them seeming to dissolve.

His heart pounded in his chest as he felt your lips pressed against his, as he felt your body respond to his touch.

Leon's fingers brushed along the soft skin of your neck, feeling your pulse, feeling the heat of your body against his.

He pulled you closer, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in this moment, in this kiss, nothing else mattered.

Leon's heart pounded in his chest as he deepened the kiss, his fingertips grazing along the curve of your jaw, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer still.

He could feel you against him, could feel the way you responded to his touch.

Leon wanted this moment to last, wanted to lose himself in the feeling of your lips, your body, your heat.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that…" He quickly uttered.

He held you close, his lips now back on yours, the feeling of you against him, the way you responded to his touch.

“You have no idea…”

Leon's hand slid from your jaw to the smooth curve of your neck, pulling you even closer. He wanted to make the moment last, to savor every second, every touch, every feeling.

[sumeng-ovo]

That Golden retriever boy!

Part 1 - Man’s Best Friend

Puppy! Evan Buckley x Soft-hearted Female Rreader

warning: golden retriever Buck (real dog); ridiculous fluffy; supernatural; Buck being taken to veterinarian 

word count: 855

The first serious part of this series! Not native English speaker so I used translating app for help. This part is a bit short because I had never raised a real dog so all content was imaginary, some ridiculous stuff in my mind, all for fun and cuteness. Comments are very welcomed! Let me know if there's any problem. previous part is here: Part 0 - two strike

enjoy!

Buck woke up to the smell of dirt and the itch of grass against his face. Not the usual wake-up call for a guy who slept on a king-sized mattress in a loft with blackout curtains. He blinked, groggy, expecting the familiar hum of his apartment, but instead, he got sunlight stabbing his eyes and a weird weight to his limbs. He tried to sit up, only to realize something was very wrong. His hands weren’t hands.

They were paws. Big, fluffy, golden paws.

“What the—” he started to say, but it came out as a sharp woof. His heart slammed against his ribs. He twisted his head, catching a glimpse of a wagging tail—his tail—and a coat of scruffy golden fur. No. No way. This wasn’t happening. He was Evan Buckley, LAFD firefighter, not some stray dog. Specifically, not that stray dog. The golden retriever he’d been watching her feed for weeks.

Panic set in fast. He scrambled to his feet—paws slipping on the pavement—and barked again, louder this time, hoping someone would hear him. “Eddie! Bobby! Anyone!” he tried to shout, but it was just a string of frantic woofs. He bolted toward Station 118, its bay doors looming ahead, his mind racing. Was this a curse? A jinx? He’d joked about the universe screwing with him after those two missed chances with her, but this? This was next-level insane.

Before he could figure out how he’d even gotten here, a familiar figure appeared on the sidewalk. Her. The girl with the soft smile and the paper bag of treats. You. His ears—God, he had ears now—perked up despite himself as you crouched down, your cardigan slipping off one shoulder. “Hey, buddy,” you said, your voice as gentle as ever. “Hungry today?”

You held out a treat, something crumbly and human-edible—Buck could smell it wasn’t cheap dog kibble—but he wasn’t about to eat it. He was a man, not a damn dog, no matter what his body was saying. He barked, sharp and insistent, backing away. Your brow furrowed, confused, and he felt a pang of guilt. But he didn’t have time for guilt. He had to get to the station, make someone notice him.

“Help! It’s me!” he tried to yell, lunging toward the bay. The barks echoed, wild and chaotic, and he charged forward, paws skidding. You gasped behind him, caught off guard. He didn’t mean to scare you—he just needed Eddie or Chim to see him, to figure this out. But he’d barely made it halfway across the street when a pair of strong hands scooped him up like he weighed nothing.

“Whoa, easy there!” It was Chimney, grinning as he held Buck—the dog—aloft. “This guy’s feisty today.”

Buck thrashed, barking louder, but Chim’s grip was iron. You ran up, breathless, your skirt swishing. “I’m so sorry,” you said, hands clasped together. “He’s never like this. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Chim shrugged, setting Buck down but keeping a hand on his scruff. “Maybe he’s just having a bad day. Happens to the best of us.”

Buck glared up at him—couldn’t they tell?—but Chim just chuckled and walked back inside. You knelt beside him, worry creasing your face.

“Are you okay, bud?” you murmured, reaching to stroke his head. He froze. Your touch was soft, hesitant, and for a second, he almost leaned into it. Almost. Then he remembered he was a grown man trapped in a dog’s body, and this was a nightmare.

You stood, biting your lip. “Maybe you’re sick. We should get you checked out.” Before he could protest—woof—you scooped him up, surprisingly strong for someone so soft-looking, and headed down the street. Buck’s stomach sank. A vet? No. Absolutely not. He squirmed, but his energy was fading fast, the panic burning him out.

The vet’s office was a blur of cold tables and prodding hands. Buck endured it, too exhausted to fight as the veterinarian poked and prodded, muttering about hydration and stress.

“He’s fine,” the vet finally said, peering over his glasses. “Not sick, just worked up. Keep an eye on him.”

You nodded, relieved, and thanked the vet as you lifted Buck again. He didn’t resist this time. The exam had drained him—needles, thermometers, the works—and he let his head flop against your arm. You carried him out, murmuring reassurances he couldn’t answer, and soon he felt the sway of your steps as you took him somewhere else. Home, he realized, when the air shifted from city noise to the quiet of an apartment.

You set him on a couch, soft and worn, and sat beside him. “What’s going on with you today?” you asked, half to yourself, brushing a hand through his fur.

He met your eyes, warm and worried, and felt a strange mix of frustration and calm. He was still a dog. Still trapped. But at least he was here, with you. For now, he’d rest. Later, he’d figure out how to fix this—

because Evan Buckley wasn’t staying a golden retriever forever.

[s0fter-sin]

one of my favourite aspects of supernatural that you very rarely see in paranormal shows is that sam and dean are already versed in the world they live in. there’s no sudden discovery of ghosts and demons and now they have to learn about them along with the audience; they are born into it and already know all about it. it allows the audience to follow their personal story instead of also trying to figure out this new world and its rules

the first season is full of knowledge we never see them learn; “w*ndigoes are in the minnesota woods or- or northern michigan. i’ve never even heard of one this far west.” […] “great. well then this [his gun] is useless.” (1x02), “you don’t break a curse. you get the hell out of its way.” (1x08), d: “it’s a god. a pagan god, anyway.” […] “the annual cycle of its killings? and the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman. like some kind of fertility right.” […] s: “the last meal. given to sacrificial victims. d: “yeah, i’m thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some pagan god.” (1x11)

almost every episode in the first season is a monster they’ve faced before that they then explain to the audience in a way that should feel patronising; like it’s the same speech given over and over again but instead, the audience almost feels included in the knowledge. it’s stated with such an innate confidence and comfort in said knowledge that it feels like we already knew it too; “spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. if they want inside, they just go through the walls.” […] “the claws, the speed that it moves; could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog.” (1x02), “it's biblical numerology. you know noah's ark, it rained for forty days. the number means death.” (1x04), “no no no, not the reaper, a reaper. there's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on earth, it goes by 100 different names.” […] “you said it yourself that the clock stopped, right? reapers stop time. and you can only see 'em when they're coming at you which is why i could see it and you couldn't.” (1x12)

they already know and, at least in the first season, already have what they need to kill whatever they’re hunting; already know to salt and burn bones for spirits, fire for a w*ndigo, exorcisms for demons, a silver bullet to the heart for shapeshifters. there’s only three times in the entire first season that they run into something new to them; 1x14 when sam gets his first vision that leads him to another psychic, 1x16 when dean calls caleb for help on the sigil he put together and he tells him about daevas, and 1x20 when they find out vampires are real- and they only don’t know that bc john thought they were hunted to extinction and not worth mentioning

(there’s also technically two half instances if you count one of them knowing something the other doesn’t - sam figuring out the tulpa in 1x17 and dean already knowing about the shtriga in 1x18 - but those still rely on sam and dean having prior knowledge)

even when they’re uncertain about facing something, it’s not bc they don’t know what it is; it’s precisely bc they know what it is and acknowledge that it’ll be a difficult hunt (“i don't know, man. this isn't our normal gig. i mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. this is big. and i wish dad was here.” 1x04)

so much of the tension in paranormal shows typically comes from the main character(s) not knowing what is happening to them/the people around them and having to find out how to resolve it. supernatural is unique in that it operates more like a police procedural. the tension comes from solving the clues and identifying patterns to figure out who (what) the killer is and intercepting before they can take another victim

it’s such a different tone to go for when compared to other shows that came both before, during, and after its run. it sets sam and dean on even footing with each other since they both have the same knowledge going in, and it puts them in a place of authority usually reserved for an outside character

the shows i compare spn to most is charmed, buffy and teen wolf; every main character in those shows are brought into the paranormal world knowing nothing, putting them on the same level as the audience, and they have their mc interact with others already knowledgeable about that world in order to overcome their problem/monster of the week. the audience organically learns about this new world as the characters learn about it. it’s a sound writing strategy that prevents “as we already know”-style exposition but something that complicates it is if your world building isn’t unique or intriguing enough, this slow introduction can become boring

we’ve seen shows like these before; sitting through the same tropes of characters learning to use their powers, struggling with no longer feeling normal/relating to the regular world around them, and not knowing how much they can trust the people already involved in this new world gets repetitive. all three shows eventually reach the same level of comfort with their new world that spn starts with but if the characters aren’t enough to draw you in, you can end up dropping it before they reach that point (and often, before the overarching plot can really kick in and evolve the show beyond the villain of the week format)

it’s the superhero origin movie in tv format; dragged out and overplayed. dropping the audience into an established world of course comes with its own problems but you also have the benefit of pre-existing established character dynamics that let the audience slot in like they’ve always been there instead of just getting to know all the characters while the characters also get to know each other

sam and dean already knowing about the supernatural lets the audience immediately get to the core of the story; the conflict between sam and dean, the search for their father, and the mystery of what killed their mother

[cowboylikeyouu]

just watched the spn s5 finale i'm gonna jump off a cliff now, everything i own goes to my mutuals, goodbye

[deangril]

Hello, Dean

[jonathanbyersphd]

No because it's absolutely wild to establish a character as an observer and have a decent chunk of his first arc revolve around believing in things/people even if he hasn't seen it with his own eyes

Only to turn around in s3 and have him not believe there's something strange happening even though the rat practically has a seizure in front of him. And the person telling him something is up is literally one of the only people he's close to.

[deityofhearts]

I fear the “creepy children’s show for children” genre is dying, as far as I’m aware there aren’t any shows or series targeted at children that are akin to ruby gloom, growing up creepie, courage the cowardly dog (it can be argued that this one is Too Scary but I do recall loving it as a child even if it does high key frighten me when I rewatch episodes now), goosebumps and the likes and I genuinely think that kids would benefit from having more shows like these to watch. the children yearn for creepy kids shows but since their choices are so lacking they end up watching “ooh scary game for adults that has creepy children’s toys” youtube videos or shows that quite honestly aren’t for their age range (listen i also watched a lot of shows for far older audiences as a child so perhaps I shouldn’t be speaking on this but i am.)

honorable mentions include: tutenstein (I haven’t watched this since I was a kid, unsure if it counts in this genre), scooby doo (they (scooby) do(o) keep making remakes but ya know), american dragon jake long (not creepy but like very whimsical and fun, I think we need more shows like this)

[burgerspeople]

my laptop randomly closed out my browser while i was writing. like. excuse me laptop ghost that is rude

[fromthegraveyard]

why didn't anyone make a destiel meme about spn possibly coming back i can't believe i had to find out about this the normal way

[theprincessandthepie]

ough. just watched some fanvids that got me thinking about an old fandom of mine.

[remythologise]

2023 fujoshi wrapped

you got baited 24 times

you debated the difference between queer-coding, queerbaiting and censorship in the comments section 4 times

you revisited fanfiction for 7 hit ships from the 2000s

you got blocked 5 times for tagging paragraphs of old man yaoi ship meta on unrelated text posts

you played 585 hours of video games for a combined total of 10 minutes of gay subtext and/or sex scenes

you judged a BL manga or light novel by its cover 948 times

you told 39 friends to watch 3 gay tv shows that are 'actually really really well written and enjoyable and not just gay' and 0 of them did

[wheelercore]

Theory with no coherent proof on my part: brenner only visibly ages rapidly when a portal is open.

[patolemus]

heyyyy just wanted to say i'm not dead, life is just very busy right now so I swear i'm not ignoring messages and i'll reply to everything as soon as i cannnnnn ily you're all lovelyyyy!!

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

hang on are cougars like panthers

[xxc4rt3rxx]

Can y’all picture me 13 years old high off my mind from anesthesia and for some reason YouTube shuffle plays Thursday and I discover good music exists that wasn’t made before 1990 or Coldplay’s Viva la Vida

[thebiggestmenace]

I finally understand this,,,,,,

sobbing btw

pt.1 :)

Agent Lizzo 🤭

so Jack is back? *

so glad Dean agrees, Lactaid works

* yes, but mainly no

is Billie sending Jack on this mission? to get Grigori stuff?

are they good now?

wait, so he wasn't dead dead?

nothing happens to Jody, right? right?

it's Dark Kaia???

KAIA'S ALIVE?

oh, my gosh, Jody's never met Cas before?? I never realized that :o

I forgot that Death literally said he'd reap God, too

meteors, really?

omg not the recap having the pizza man scene 🤭 why was there so many pizzas in the recap???

OMG ITS THIS EPISODE???

oh they're gone now nvm

GENEVIEVE??? HELLO MY LOVE

MEG?

Ruby, hiiiiiiiiiiiii <3333

"you're gonna have to lose the manbun" "I will not." this is so fun 🤭

I was gonna ask if his soul was back after going to the Garden, but Cas just answered that, so everyone's back, baby!!

a wood nymph?! that's so cool

let's be honest, this is probably the last time they all get a break :(

wait, are they gonna celebrate all of the holidays? just mashed up into one? **

** THEY ARE!!!! that's so sweet :((( fucking love Mrs. Butters

okay jk I don't know if I like her anymore wtf

ugh, Cas is such a good dad

Cas, ily, please don't start with the goodbyes yet

so. everyone dies? minus Sam? everybody dies?

Sam just assuming Cas and Dean got in a fight and that's why he left 🏳️‍🌈

wait, we get baby Sam and Dean, too??

wait a minute. did they bring back the og soundtrack???

and it's starting, yaaaaaaaay

yes, he is, Dean

wait, does this all happen in the Bunker???

I don't think that's a good idea, Sam

Dean. do not.

did he just consume her??? what the hell

here is ep18, all I know is pain. I wish so badly that Sam could've said goodbye to him

this feels like infinity war

he killed Jody and everybody, too, didn't he?

he found a dog!! and named him Miracle!!

are you kidding me

Michael??

that can't actually be Cas

LUCIFER????

you forgot about Jack

all that power went to Jack, didn't it?

Jack is so fucking cool

he did it

oh, they're doing a fucking montage, it's over for me

ep20 :') we did it and I am in pain

I still do not have words, but we are done :') I want to go watch s1e1 now. my eyes hurt from crying so hard lmao this isn't really how I thought the show would end, yet it still fits. I want to know who Sam married, though. and if Cas and Jack ever check in on the boys in Heaven. also what about Jody and Donna and them? I totally thought we wouldn't gotten to see them one more time

s1, s2, s3, s4, s5, s6, s7, s8, s9, s10, s11, s12, s13, s14, s15