#idk if it was ego or what that prevented it

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

about the youtube plagiarism thing what is so disappointing with internet historian is all he had to do was credit the author. unlike iilluminaughtii and somerton, he really transformed the article, instead of just reading to a camera with more stolen footage, it was animated and voice acted and there was collaborative work put into it. all he had to do was at the start or end just say the video was based from the article and give a link and i really think there wouldn't have been a problem.

[hoshigray]

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 | fushiguro tōji

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Toji being a pxssy-eating menace man idk, we all watched the same episode, ykw scene I'm talking about!! like sir put that tongue away before i suck on it :/ @ramonathinks ahemmm, I did it (,,>﹏<,,)

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (f! receiving) - biting/nibbling (ankle, inner thigh) - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - overstimulation - impact play (pussy slaps) - pet names (baby, mama, princess) - heavy depiction of receiving oral.

“—Hahhhn! Uhhhn!! T–Toji, stop—Ehhkk!!”

It all happened in a flash, way too fast for you to comprehend. The man hadn’t said a single word to you when he came home; you greeted him sweetly when you saw him from the other side of the kitchen island. You were just about to get ready to cook dinner for the night. Next thing you know, the man brings his lips to yours, surprising you with a squeak when he sweeps you off the floor. 

He brings you to the dinner table, immediately having you lie on your back. His kiss continues to become more passionate, drowning your moans with the thrust of his tongue in your mouth, and his hands prop your legs apart after pulling your bottoms off of your legs. Exposing your panties, you break the kiss with a bashful tone. “Toji, wait! Don’t look at—Nnnmph!”

“Heh, well, look at this,” the older man whistles, noticing the lacy designs of your undergarment. “What’s the occasion, lookin’ all sexy fr’ me, mama?” He doesn’t even give you time to respond to his rhetoric. Toji’s fingers press into the crotch panel of your underwear, teasing and sinking between your folds. To and fro motions of his digits evoke whimpers past your control, and it only takes seconds for a wet spot to come to fruition on the material.

He slips one finger inside your leaky entrance, and a sharp gasp is released from your pretty lips. Toji notices your legs quiver and his touch, bringing one to rest on your shoulder. The space between you two is soon filled with erotic noises coming from your lower region, coating his digit with your wetness as it brushes the gummy walls of your chasm. 

“Ohhhh, ohoooo, Tojiiiii, yourrr fingersss,” You try to say something to him, but it’s to no avail as he slips in his middle finger. The addition of another thick digit has your body jolt upward. He snickers, kissing and licking your ankle as his emerald eyes scan your reaction. 

“Hmm? What about my fingers, baby?” Oh, he knows; he just loves to tease. His hand pulls your lace material off and has it meet the wooden floor, your bare cunt finally freed and wet for him. His fingers slide back easily, his fingertips scraping your velvety texture with precision. The heat on your face makes your ears ring, along with the noises from Toji playing with your pussy. 

Then suddenly, you choke on your spit when you feel his thumb on your clitoris. Oh, it has you seeing stars as he presses the delicate bud down. “Ahhhck!! Ahhaann!! T–Toji, nooo!! I’ll cum, I’ll—OhJesussss…” 

His thumb then swipes your clit, and it has your back curving up to him. “What’s that, princess? Wanna cum for Daddy, huh?” He bends down to observe your blissful expressions fully, massaging your thigh with his free hand.

“—Yessss, please, lemme cummm..” You sound real pathetic with your words slurring out like that, but your brain is gradually evolving to mush. It’s embarrassing, yet worrying about your responses is the last thing on your mind now.

However, he doesn’t use his fingers. No, no. He withdraws them from your slit, and the whine you let out only feeds his ego. Instead, he kisses from your ankle to your inner thigh, nipping and nibbling your skin as he ventures down. And when he approaches your bare cunt, he tantalizing licks your folds and clit, his hands keeping your hips in his stronghold to prevent you from removing yourself.

You can squirm all you want, but it won’t stop him from having his lips stuffed into your swollen lips. His tongue circled and lapped around your folds and clitoris with a vigor that could shut you down. And if you keep trying to escape his feasting, Toji won’t hesitate to correct you with a slap to your cunt, a sharp and choked sob comes along with the quick pain before he returns to lapping your essence. Your climax climbs up tenfold – it hits you before you can even prepare yourself. 

With shaky legs and an elated wail, you come into this man’s mouth. Your eyes begin to water as your body experiences the electrifying shocks crawling up your spine, your chasm contracting through the high. And Toji happily takes it all in, his nose buried close to your clit while drinking your release. It’s all too much to bear, your mind stuck in a haze, staring aimlessly at the dining room ceiling. 

Finally, when your body stops shivering, Toji removes his lips and fingers from you, licking access from his scarred lips and digits. Here, you can finally get some grounding, your breathing falling into a fixed tempo and the fog that clouds your brain up— “Eyaahhhh!!”

Or so you thought. Because Toji then gives your sensitive folds another smack, your cries dialing to screams when his thumb and forefinger return to pinch your clitoris. Tears form and threaten to fall as the man grins hard.

“C’mon, mama. I know ya can cum fr’ me more than that. Be a good girl and keep sittin’ there lookin’ pretty, ‘kay? 

Oh, poor you. It’s a good thing you didn’t leave anything cooking yet.

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2023 – dividers from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[deckedcards]

. . . OH BABY, JUST LEAVE THE SCENT OF YOUR COLOGNE

⌗ PAIRING: ryōhei arisu x male! reader

⌗ SUMMARY: arisu wasn’t the biggest fan of committing to relationships. whenever he wanted a good fuck, he’d just pick up the nearest pretty girl and then ghost her once he got what he wanted. this gave him an unlikable reputation at his college, along with the popularity of his pretentious family. he’d never thought this would be something he’d ever wanna change about himself, until one night he was forced to go to a college event where he saw the prettiest “girl” he’s ever seen. but what will this change for him once he finds out the supposed girl of his dreams isn’t what she makes herself out to be?

⌗ THIS WORK INCLUDES . . . lowercase intended, third person pov, no borderlands au, college au, fluff, slightly long fic, feminine reader, cross dressing reader, arisu mistakes reader for a girl, she/her and he/him pronouns used for reader, mentions of playboy arisu or is it fuckboy idk, rich kid arisu, bisexual arisu, musician! reader, readers in a band, found family, love at first sight trope, mentions of suggestive content, cursing, smoking, reader is mentioned to have long hair (no worries it’s a wig), strangers to lovers trope, arisu having a tiny ego, nobodies the biggest fan of arisu or his family, lonely arisu, mentions of arisu’s daddy issues, talks of abuse, slight mentions of groping (NOT by arisu), i don’t know anything about college so i apologize if anything i wrote is inaccurate, fixed grammar and wording mistakes ❨ edited ❩

⌗ EXTRA NOTES: *throws this at your face and sprints off*

⸺ ARISU SQUINTED HIS EYES at the giant billboard sign that was plastered in front of the buildings center. “borderlands” was shining brightly in the cascade of the dark, multiple college students were lined up outside, eager to get in. they were at a goddamn concert venue, “why are we even here?” arisu mumbled focusing his attention to his friends that were beside him, karube and chōta sent glares at his question.

“ ‘because you need more social interaction?” karube said raising one of his eyebrows, “y’know we can’t be the only people you talk to right?” arisu scoffed lowering his head into his hands as he pouted, “you sound like my dad.” he grumbled, unbuckling his seatbeat as he stepped out of the limo. attention was turned to him, his side-parted slicked back hair and cheetah print coat that covered his entirely black outfit made him stick out like a sore thumb.

everyone was dressed in casual and comfortable clothing while he was dressed like he was going to a club or something. chatter started to rumble as karube and chōta stepped out alongside him, girls whispering to each other as they thirsted over arisu, guys attempting to prevent their girlfriends from looking at him slightly jealous at his appearance. “do you always have to be so extra?” chōta asked as he lead the two inside, waving to anyone that he recognized.

“i’m not being extra,” arisu said as he itched his nose, ignoring all the death stares people were sending his way, “i’m just letting my presence be known,” he stuck his hands into his pockets as he examined everyone in the hallways, noticing familiar faces he wouldn’t have expected to see at this kinda place.

shuntarō chishiya and hikari kuina, the two friends that were always attached to each other. one of them was a quiet but cunning inventor always keeping his head stuck in his hoodie as his hands were hidden away in his pockets never once seeing the light of day while the other was a strong martial artist that constantly gossiped about others to the man with dyed hair, she was also an ex-smoker. this being known as a fake cigar would always be seen hanging from her mouth.

rizuna ann and kōdai tatta. ann was a smart but reclusive woman, always standing in random places as her sunglasses were glued to her face. whether it be inside or outside, she never took them off for anything, her arms were always crossed to her chest with a stoic face. constantly walking around in monochrome clothing, the only color was on her lips, the red lipstick she always wore shined brightly. tatta was a part time mechanic, always getting giddy whenever he saw a car he liked, confident in telling people about his interests even when he always got hated on by the people he worked with. rumor has it he injured one of his coworkers all because he zoned out at the wrong time.

hell, even suguru niragi was here. the campus’ self centered asshole, he made arisu seem like an angel compared to him (if you ignore how big his body count was and all the blocked contacts that were on his phone). constantly harassing the people around him as he stuck his pierced tongue out to mock them. he always hung around a weird bald man with blue tattoos that covered his body from head to toe, literally. he didn’t know the guys name, he didn’t even know if the guy did have a name. always staring off into space as he ruined his posture by tilting over all the time, what a weirdo.

he cringed as his eyes met up with some of his past flings. quickly covering his side profile with his hands as he rushed by multiple women, they noticed him, obviously. it was hard not to when he was the son of a famous businessman that ruined peoples lives all over tokyo at every hour. “we told you to stop doing your little ‘hobby,’ “ karube said pushing arisu’s shoulder, “you’re making people hate you even more than they already should.”

karube was right, but he didn’t wanna acknowledge it. arisu was constantly fucking woman left and right not letting anyone’s bodies go untouched by him (with consent of course, he knows when to back off when he should). but it wasn’t his fault, really, it wasn’t. he didn’t like spending nights alone, he was a grown man for fucks sake, he shouldn’t be afraid of not having someone share the bed with him. he grew out of that the moment he hit middle school, or… so he tells himself. his father groomed him and his brother into being the perfect men, the perfect sons. his sons who will one day take over his money hungry company.

ever since the death of his mother, his father treated him and his brother less and less like people and more like video game characters. molding their appearances into how he wanted them to look, shaping their personalities into being just like him. telling the two to find a good wife so he’ll have grandchildren that will run his office once they retired. this lead him to being afraid of committing to someone, actually falling in love with someone. this was the only thing in his life he could control even if it wasn’t the healthiest method of being freed from his fathers grip,

‘such, bullshit’ arisu thought as he got reminded of this, combing his fingers through his hair. the three stepped into an auditorium, the entire place was filled with people and noise. not a single conversation could be held with how loud it was, it was already starting to annoy arisu and his ears. the trio were seated in the front row, arisu in the middle while karube and chōta sat by his sides, he sighed to himself, ‘this was going to be a long night, wasn’t it?’

———

arisu shifted in his seat, two hours have gone by and the place was just now letting the opening band up. the stage was decorated with different instruments, a drumset sat in the center back, two guitars and a bass were to the right sitting next to eachother, and lastly there stood the microphone that was infront.

the crowd started to cheer as the band members came out. a girl came out first, waving to everyone as she shined a bright smile. she had brown hair and blonde hair streaks, she was dressed in a boring outfit. a brown jacket placed over a green shirt with light blue jeans and brown and white shoes, very… earthy? next came out a guy with black hair that was styled into a wolfcut, he was dressed in a white tank top and black pants as a chain hung from his belt loop. he had cloth wrapped around his wrists, a pierced lip along with a pierced eyebrow, and sunglasses that shaded his eyes as he walked towards the drums, his body language was very loose and unbothered.

then came another girl, she was just like the guy with carefree body language and sunglasses as she twirled her dark hair that was styled into low pigtails. a beanie covered the top of her head, she wore a long sleeved dark blue shirt that had a black star patched into the middle, her baggy sweatpants were very loose as the ends covered her shoes, one wrong move and she could trip all over herself. finally the last member came out, the lead singer of the group.

arisu sat up as he saw “her.” she was dressed in a black halter-neck shirt with gray jeans that slightly flared at her ankles and black shoes. what caught his eye was her hair, the blonde shoulder length that framed her face and bangs that covered her eyebrows (it was obviously a wig when looked more up close but arisu didn’t need to know that.) his eyes glimmered as he stared at her, breath catching itself in his throat as she welcomed the audience, her voice was calming, he felt himself get addicted to how she pronounced words. “she” was beautiful, he wanted this woman in his life, he needed this woman in his life. this woman was his soulmate, he could feel it.

(name) walked up to his pink and black guitar guiding the strap over his head and onto his shoulder. he sent smiles and nods to the rest of his band members, asuka, aiko and haru. (name) had met the three during his late teenage years, moving out from his moms apartment to live on his own and follow his own path in life.

asuka was the first one he met, a girl that was only a few years older than him that used to work at a dying pub. one night she stepped out for a smoke break, her hair tied into a messy ponytail with heavy eyebags, she looked like a zombie from afar. (name) was walking down the sidewalk from where her job was located, at first he walked right past her not giving her a glance before stepping back and turning his body to her, a smile on his face.

“you look like someone who knows how to play guitar.” (name) grinned, if he widened his mouth a little more he would be practically showing her all of his teeth. asuka looked him up and down puffing out a bit smoke that was left in her mouth, he was dressed very femininely in an all black outfit. a short thigh length skirt with a belt wrapped to his pelvis, a scarf engulfed his neck along with a zipped up leather jacket and the blonde wig that stuck itself onto his head, his face was caked up in aesthetically pleasing makeup.

she eyed the giant guitar case that looked like a shadow behind him, “and if i do?” she questioned dropping her cigar and stomping on it, preparing herself to go back inside, “i want you to join my band.” she blinked, “…huh?”

“i want you to join my band,” (name) repeated himself the smile on his face not wiping away, ‘he was really serious about this?’ asuka thought to herself as she crossed her arms and sighed getting ready to turn his offer down,,

“i don’t think my job will allow me too—“

“then quit.”

she blinked again, a laugh left her lips. “quit?” she mocked, “look—kid, whatever dream you have going on that you want me to join, isn’t gonna work, okay?” asuka explained motioning her hands around his figure, he continued to stare at her with that giant smile of his, “someone of us have rent that we need to pay so… just get going back to your mom’s house, alright?” she pushed the front of the door open as a slight jingle filled the place, letting workers know of a customer that entered. (name) eyed her tilting his head as he opened his mouth,,

“who says i don’t have money?”

then followed the twins, they were younger than (name) and asuka, both being highschool dropouts and refusing to stay inside. always hanging around under highways or in tunnels, no one batted an eye at them since they were teenagers, no one cared and they didn’t mind that, they had no future so what were they supposed to do? their parents weren’t in their lives anymore, all they had was each other and their company.

haru was sat crouched down onto the floor sticking different amounts of candy into his mouth as the sound of wrappers opening filled his ears. aiko had her back against the wall, music playing in her headphones as she bobbed her head up and down to what was playing. it’s been a few weeks since they ran away from home, they weren’t sure what to do now, all they had planned out was grabbing their belongings and sprinting out the door the minute their parents had left them alone.

the twins never had good parental figures in their lives, they spent their whole childhoods filled with arguments, beatings, and neglect. bruises covered half of their bodies, scars that never faded away stuck to them like glue, they never felt what love was from an adult. but that was all in the past now, it didn’t matter to them anymore. as long as they stuck together then everything would be fine between them, they’ve done it before, they will do it again.

“you’re gonna ruin your teeth if you keep doing that.”

haru stuck his head up at the voice, he stopped chewing as he took in the figure next to him. “mind your own business, uh…” haru trailed off, the person infront of him was dressed in a tight velvet tanktop that cinched at the waist and rode up at the end, their baggy jeans were a light blue and hid their dark grey shoes. what really got him confused was the black tailbone length hair that covered their slightly broad shoulders, “…lady?”

(name) let out a giggle at this moving a piece of his wig hair behind his ear, “i get that a lot,” he said crossing his arms as he directed his attention to aiko, she was staring at him intently. her posture was slightly anxious as she tore one part of her headphones away from her ear. “where are your parents?”

aiko hesitated to respond, who was this guy? “gone.” she replied, (name) looked at the two with remorse moving one of his hands to cover his heart as he frowned. “so what are you doing here, you guys don’t have any family members that wanna take care of the two of you?” (name) asked watching as the two gulped, ducking their heads as they looked away from him.

“why does it matter to you?” haru asked standing up from where he was squatting, he slightly towered over (name), his head standing closely to the young boys collarbone area.

“ ‘cause i know how you feel.”

(name) flickered his eyes between the two, a sad expression marking itself onto his lips as he pressed onto his heel, walking away from them with his hands rested in his pockets. haru and aiko watched as he stepped away from them, aiko suddenly felt her body be comforted by his words, her eyes stuck on him before quickly grabbing her things as she ran after the man. haru widened his eyes at her sudden actions, “aiko, where are you going?!” he yelled after her as his chest started to beat heavily, “i don’t know!”

(name) waved his hand towards the people behind the curtain, signaling them to start the backtrack. music started to play as he strummed his guitar, the lyrics of one of the bands songs dripped out of his mouth like a waterfall. arisu tuned this out, staring intently at the supposed “girl” on stage. he was getting drunk off of her movements, the way she strummed her fingers on the strings of the guitar made him imagine how rough they would be when he held her hand, how her plump round lips pressed against the microphone slightly made him want to kiss them badly, feel their soft texture against his, heart beating quickly as he examined all the movements she made.

arisu blinked once and suddenly the whole show was already over. he saw the actual band that was performing tonight bowing their heads as they did their encore, everyone clapped their hands and cheered at them. ‘what time was it?’ arisu thought gathering himself together, karube and chōta grabbed him by the arms with smiles on their talking about how good the performance was. he only nodded at them, still thinking about the girl prior. he was desperate in wanting to find her, straining his neck up looking from the crowd of people as if he’d find a performer in a lobby and not backstage.

his eyes blurred by blonde hair, cranking his neck behind him. it was her. oh, would you look at that, he did find “her”. arisu removed his arms from his friends grips, ignoring their worried yelling and apologizing as he pushed past different people. (name) was unbothered, walking through empty hallways not paying attention to the man that was seemingly following him. he pushed past a door that said ‘employees only,’ the cold air nipped at his exposed skin as he shivered grabbing his biceps and rubbing them to create friction.

“i told you to bring a sweater tonight,” asuka spat at him as he walked towards her direction. the rest of his bandmates were loading their equipment into their van, haru and aiko were snipping at each other for who knows what, just regular sibling banter. “it was ruining my outfit..” (name) mumbled wiping off some mucus that slightly dripped down his nose, “oh yeah? well you’re also ruining your immune system by exposing yourself like that, you know if you get sick then we’re gonna have to push back upcoming performances.”

(name) snorted at her bending over as he clutched his stomach, “sorry—sorry, it’s just, you sound like a school teacher right now,” he said through laughs waving his hand at her as he imitated a teacher that would force a girl to cover her shoulders. asuka rolled her eyes at him, she was always protective of him. she was protective of all of the members actually, they were her family and she was the mother of the group. always worrying about their health, waking them up early on concert days, forcing them to go to sleep early and making sure they always get sufficient sleep. keeping (name) from straining his voice, preventing aiko from breaking the skin of her fingertips since she refused to use a guitar pick sometimes, always wasting her money on haru whenever he broke his drumsticks.

she swore she found gray hairs sometimes hidden in her hair, she wasn’t even that old yet she didn’t need all to have all of this stress be put on her. but then again, she was happy with her life, this was definitely better than sitting in a dry end job where she only got paid a few bucks an hour. at least she had fun exploring differnt areas of japan she’d never been through before. asuka flicked her fingers against (name)’s forehead. he cringed back as he soothed the area she touched with his palm.

“ow! what was that for?” (name) yelped narrowing his eyes at her, asuka only shrugged as she prevented a laugh from exiting her at the reaction he gave. arisu rounded the corner of the venue, he had to go back to the front of the building since he was stopped by a staff member the moment he had gotten to the employee’s only door (name) had gone through. his desperate breaths caused fog to come out of his mouth as his eyes landed on the woman he was searching for. she stood there with her back turned towards him, she was speaking to someone, the bassist of her group. a van was parked next to her as she held keys in her hands, they were about to leave but arisu wasn’t gonna let that happen until he finally spoke to her.

“excuse me!”

(name) whipped his head around, watching as a nicely dressed man ran towards his direction, (name) recognized him as one of the men that sat in the front row, “uh, sorry! no autographs tonight! we’re very busy at the moment,” (name) told him as arisu finally stood infront of him, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. arisu panted shaking his head as he swallowed down his dry mouth, “no, no, thats—thats not what i’m here for..”

asuka raised her eyebrow at this, aiko and haru nudged their heads through her arm that was set on the edge of the vans door. (name) peeked his interest as the man stated this, “look, i know this is out of the blue and you probably get tons of guys asking you this but—“ arisu started, grabbing a rose from the inside of his coat, where the hell did he get that from? “i think you’re very beautiful, i wanna have the honor of maybe courting you?” he cringed as he said this, he sucked at being a romantic.

(name)’s lips were agape, the rest of his members stared at arisu as they took in his confession. “i—uh..” (name) stammered planting his eyes at the rose in arisu’s hands, hesitating to take it, “i’m sorry, but… you know i’m a guy right?” arisu’s eye enlarged themselves as he soaked in the mans words, he did not.

despite this, arisu still felt his heart quicken even more. eye’s brightening as the words left his mouth before he could even think, “i don’t care.” now it was (name)’s turn to widen his eyes, “y-you don’t?” (name) stammered feeling his lip corners turning upwards as he finally took the flower from arisu’s hand, twiddling the leaves between his fingers,

“my father he’s uh, holding an event tomorrow night,” arisu said with a smile watching as (name) stared at him with heart-shaped flecks in his eyes, “i was hoping that maybe you could accompany me?“

the man infront of him frowned at the end of the sentence, dropping his gaze back to the flower in his hand, “if i go… then i’ll have to bring my band members with me, where i go they go. i won’t allow for us to be separated.” arisu looked back at the van, asuka, aiko and haru were sending glares his way the same way overprotective siblings would do whenever they’re family members were getting asked out, “i can arrange for that to happen.”

the remaining three perked up at this, the twins gaining a smile on their lips as (name) looked back at them reciprocating said smile, “alright then.” he replied as heat rose to his cheeks, his teeth shining in the streets lights. the two chatted for a little bit, exchanging numbers in the process before asuka had to interrupt them, reminding (name) about the strict schedule they had to complete tonight. the duo bid goodbyes before (name) remembered they never told each other what they were called.

“oh, i’m (name) by the way! i don’t think i told you that until now.” he giggled waving his hand back, “arisu.” (name)’s body stiffened smile slightly faltering but not enough until arisu finally left the area, aiko stared at him with furrowed brows and big eyes, the other two perked up as they watched arisu walk away. “..arisu.” (name) repeated as his jaw locked in place, looks like they finally found their guy.

“quit struggling so much!”

haru was whisper yelling as him and aiko dragged a man’s tied up body through a white corridor, arisu’s father. (name) and asuka ran up ahead, making sure the coast was clear before helping the twins. you see, maybe the band wasn’t just performing at venues and small clubs. (name) knew what he was doing by dressing up as a woman, he knew how seductive and attractive he was, the amount of desperate people that would flock to him by being a crossdressing man. and… what was he doing, exactly? it was obvious.

seducing the heirs of rich businessmen and woman, sometimes taking an extra cautious step by romancing said men and woman. the band wasn’t rich by any means, yes they were popular but not popular enough to make good money. his members did what they could to help themselves, getting jobs and staying a few extra hours to get enough pay, robbing unsuspecting people, sometimes even going an extra mile and stealing from wishing fountains if they were desperate enough.

but that was getting tiring, they all knew this wasn’t going to be enough to support them, so… they did what they needed to do. steal from rich people and kill them once they were done with the job all with the help of (name)’s appearance. as he batted his eyelashes and pouted his lips, telling them how he never went anywhere without his band members, if he left them then he’d never know what to do with himself.

asuka opened the door that lead outside with her back, it was pitch black out, the only light that was on was the one from their van that was being driven by one of her old colleagues. “jeez, for such an old guy you really know how to move your body,” aiko teased him suggestively as they planted the man against dryed up leaves that covered the floor.

(name) pushed the lit up cigarette against his painted lips as he looked at the man bounded by black ropes. for such an ugly guy, he sure did make a good-looking son, arisu must’ve gotten his beauty from his mother instead. to be honest, (name) felt a little bad for tricking arisu. he seemed sweet and caring, far nicer than some of the rich kids he seduced that constantly groped him and called him slightly degrading things because of the way he dressed up. maybe have an actual date with him if they were in a different circumstance.

arisu was nothing but sweet to him and his friends as they got here. introducing him to his best friends karube and chōta, offering to grab drinks for all of them not noticing the way aiko examined the ballroom they were placed in, counting all the bodyguards and security cameras that were high on the walls, the way haru would spit his wine out into a trash can, how (name) took notes of all the people that went in and out of the place, and asuka’s body language that made her look like she was on high alert once she came back from her “bathroom break.”

arisu only focused on how gorgeous (name) looked tonight. the black dress that he wore that was cut asymmetrically at the ends enhacing his body and curves. the only thing covering his mind was the dream about the day he would propose to this man once they’re relationship developed more and the wedding dress he’d wear once he walked down the aisle. he was obsessed with him, arisu never thought he’d be attracted to a guy before, only ever going after woman, remember, he’s a fuckboy or was a fuckboy. but now, he can’t imagine making love to someone that wasn’t (name).

the four had left a few minutes early, telling him how they needed to get something “important” done tonight. arisu of course walked them out, even when they persisted that he didn’t need to, but allowing him anyways as they saw how lovey-dovey he looked when (name) sent his eyes towards his direction. he let out a content sigh as (name) planted a kiss on the mole that was painted onto his cheekbone, waving a goodbye as their van drove out of his dad’s driveway.

haru walked over to (name), handing him a pistol as he gave him a cheeky smile, the piercing on his lip glittering as he walked away to let him deal with his designated part of the plan. (name) cocked the gun in his hand, throwing away the cigar as he saw arisu’s father stare at him in fear, twitching his body in an attempt to run away from him. “settle down, why don’t you. you’re making this more harder for me than it should be,” he said with anger, his body was tired and he was desperately wishing to go home to take a nap. he aimed his hands towards him, eyes darkening as his pointer finger hovered over the trigger.

two bangs echoed into the air. (name) sighed as he looked at the corpse of the guy that they had been chasing for about awhile now. arisu’s father was rich, very rich. he was practically the number one guy at the top of their drawn out hit list, he didn’t expect that getting to him would be this fast, this easy. he turned away from the body, walking towards their vehicle before noticing that his friends eyes were wide, wide enough that they would fall out of their sockets. (name) stopped in his tracks furrowing his brows, they had never once been shocked about him killing someone before. aiko pointed her finger at something behind him, she looked like her breath was stuck in her throat. turning his head into the direction they were looking at, the color drained from his face as he saw what had shocked them so much. shit.

“arisu..”

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[kouzih]

You're fucked.

Nam-gyu ( Player 124 ) x gn!reader .ᐟ

warnings : smut is all i'm gonna say . . ( cockwarming, unprotected sex, semi-public sex )

tags,, @gongyoosgf @cybrasigilism @paulilvsremus

requested by anon! idk what the word count is..

( sighs..why did this take so long to finish..no proofread tho.. )

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The images on the big screen and some people pleading to release them said it all. You were wondering how people could be so stupid and still manage to get this far. As if seeing their pathetic and whiny ass wasn't enough, the person you were trying so hard not to see was here too. Even from his repulsive voice, you knew he was here. Technically he didn’t speak, it was just that his presence here made you uncomfortable the moment you heard him chuckling at the others.

You could tell by the way he looked around with his hair tucked behind his ear and how he enjoyed watching people embarrass themselves. Because that's how it was when you first started dating. He hadn't changed at all. The way he looks at people..how he puts his hands over his mouth..and that expression on his face when he sees someone familiar. You weren't sure if he saw you or not, your view was already limited and the number of people in front of you must have prevented you from being seen as well. After looking in your direction for a good minute, he crossed his arms and brought his eyes back to the big screen.

Oh, how you hated those looks of his. Realizing with your own eyes that he was here made your blood boil even more. You sighed, your situation here was about to become even more unbearable.

Some people had already split into groups before the games started, and you went to mingle with the crowd while praying you wouldn't see him. As you stare at people with your arms crossed, your eyes go to the sound of someone clicking their mouth. Your eyebrows furrow as you look indifferently at the person the voice is coming from. Nam-gyu, who was looking down at you with his head raised, had his hands lazily stuffed into his pockets and tilted his head slightly to the left, causing some of his hair to fall from his face. The tips of his lips curve upwards and lean slightly to the side. "Are you desperate enough to end up here?" "It's funny to think that you have the right to speak out because you're in the same situation." You throw the words back in his face without even letting him finish. He raises an eyebrow at you, giving you a judgmental look. But none of that applies to you; you already know what the fuck he is.

"Our little abstract's ego has never diminished, I see."

"This is coming from someone whose ego is bigger than his dick? Hah. Don't make me laugh."

"Shut the fuck up." You realized he was clenching his hand in anger, but you honestly didn't care. Talking to the being in front of you not only got on your nerves but also gave you a headache. You didn’t miss his voice one bit. As you search your eyes for people who seems at least better than others, you realize he's taking a stubborn breath. "What? Didn't you asked me nicely to shut up?" You could have sworn he rolled his eyes on impulse. That thing he always did when he was so done.

The tension in the atmosphere was starting to bother you, so you took a step forward, passing Nam-gyu and the other people. You were so unlucky because everyone you tried to talk to was either a complete moron or a snob. As the games started, they were pulling everyone to a different area. An area where there was a giant doll and everything else was completely..empty, the top was open and a scorching heat was hitting your face. A man who you hadn't noticed before stepped forward and shouted something about the danger of the game and how you would be eliminated. Even though you couldn't hear what he was saying very well, you chose to stay in the middle rows. The front and back could be dangerous.

When the giant doll standing at the end of the platform turned her head and started talking, you understood what the game was at that moment. The man who spoke earlier, player 456, is trying to guide the others in the front and that catches your attention, and you listen to him even though you would do your own thing. You knew that when the it was red light, you had to stay still. You stood a little to the side, making sure there was no one in front of you or behind you. Suddenly you heard a screaming coming from the front and the sound of a body hitting the ground. You witnessed people around you screaming and trying to run towards the back, even though it made you flinch, you didn't move an inch. You see everyone lining up as the man shoutsz, deciding that it's something you can't handle on your own, you join them.

You freeze when a familiar touch caresses your back.

"We met again, huh.."

"Are you thirsty for death?"

"I could eliminate you right here, right now, if I wanted to."

Your voice stopped when Nam-gyu said that. He chuckled as if he heard you swallow. As soon as you reached the end of the line, he pushed you away. He ran after you, causing the sand splashing on you. He nearly made you fall to the ground but you managed to keep your balance. You snapped at him loudly. "Hey! What was this for??" "Dunno, being a spoiled brat?" What did he imply by saying this? You guys already broke up and he was still deciding what you could and could not do..You noticed his fingertips tracing the corner of his lip, he didn't say anything else as he looked at you sideways. You'd like to talk about it, but not until you see the time is up.

As they lead everyone back into the room you were in before, your eyes searched his body. You weren’t going to forget what he did right away, he should have realized that what he did was childish but it was also something that put your life at risk. You took a step towards him when you noticed where he was,but it seemed like he had already found someone to hang out with before he went inside. You chose to let it go so as not to be stubborn any longer. "Ugh..man."

Ohh, great. As if it wasn't enough to make a lot of people suffer, now they make you to vote too.. To stay or leave here. If possible, you would prefer to stay here. It seemed more logical to you to leave with a larger sum of money. Until your ex appeared in front of you. The person you assumed was his friend behind him left to talk to others, while Nam-gyu clears his throat. You bite your cheek and glance at him, not really understanding why he came. He started talking to you, His voice was monotonous yet threatening. "You're gonna vote 'O', alright?" "Excuse me?" He approached you while sucking his teeth, supporting his waist with one hand. "You're gonna press 'O', otherwise.." He waited for you to confront him as his eyes took on a darker look. But you chose not to answer him, you knew he would only get angrier that way. "You're fucked." His voice was quieter, but you knew exactly why he spoke like that. He was trying to make you feel small underneath him.

When it was time to vote, you were actually both nervous and excited. Even if he hadn't come and threatened you, you would have still chosen to stay, but you had a strange feeling inside you. When you see that the path in front of you is empty and everyone is waiting for you to walk, you gulp unnoticed and walk towards the buttons. As your hand moves towards the tip of the buttons, your head slowly turns towards where your ex is.

You notice him making a circular motion with his hand as he smiles at you with his eyes. As Nam-gyu signals for you to press the button, your head turns back to the lights in front of you and you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

No. It doesn't feel right to press 'O'.

Especially after he came.

Your hand suddenly presses the button with the red light, and after waiting for the pink soldiers, you move to your side. Your eyes involuntarily turn to him. The moment your eyes met, it made you flinch. You frowned and shook your head slightly, trying to get your hair out of your face. You knew this wouldn't end well, but you weren't about to just do what he said. You were sure that they would be the side that won the vote. Why would people who are so greedy for money choose to go? And just as you thought, they were the winners. You followed your own path as you watched everyone take their places, but the sound of footsteps getting faster and louder stopped you in the middle of the room. With a curse under his breath, you were pushed roughly against the nearest bed rail, Nam-gyu practically hissing at you as he narrowed his eyes at you. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His hands around your neck made it hard to breathe, and when you try to move your head, he causes you to hit the metal behind you again. He looks down on you, dragging you under him. "You better talk before I fuck your brains out."

You had nothing to say to him, it was your decision anyway. When he sees a few people gathering around you, he takes his grip off you. "Fucking brat.." His voice was a whisper loud enough for you to hear it. You started to caress your neck, brushing your hair back with one hand as you cleared your throat. Before you can stand up and start walking, you hear a few people asking you if you're okay. "Yeah, I'm fine." You walked slowly to your bed as you followed his path to his own bed. You have to wait until everyone is asleep or when people are too busy to care about what you're doing.

And finally you get an environment where everyone is quiet. You slowly get up from your bed and tiptoe towards Nam-gyu's bed. The lights in the middle of the room were gently hitting your face, making your presence known, but when you looked from afar, he didn't look awake. You slowly got up onto his bed and covered your mouth with one hand, pressing one knee to the edge of the bed and started to climb onto him without making a sound.

Nam-gyu threw his head to the side, mouth slightly open and he let his hair fall onto the pillow. You weren't quite sure what to do exactly, but your eyes wandered to his bare neck. You swallowed, slowly bringing your hand closer to his face. You held on tightly to avoid making a sound when his lips suddenly curled upwards and grabbed your wrist, covering your mouth. 'Cause of his grip, your face fell towards his chest, your knees touching his waist. When you try to lift your head you feel his hands holding the back of your hair, pulling your head tightly he forces you to look at him. His voice was a heavy whisper. "And what were you exactly planning to do, huh?" All you could see in the darkness was his toothy grin and his eyes that looked like they were going to eat you alive. You tried to say something with your muffled voice, but his grip almost covered your nose too. You placed your hand on the sheets to balance yourself, your neck was in a very uncomfortable position and Nam-gyu wasn’t about to release you.

Seeing your helpless state, Nam-gyu's smile widens, a small giggle is heard from him. He lets go of your wrist until he's in a sitting position on the bed, not taking his eyes off you as he sucks on his teeth. "What? Did you suddenly become so shy?" You forget that his hand is still over your mouth as you shake your head to the side, and he grunts as if he’s thinking as he silently watches the sounds you make against his hand. He uses his free hand to pat his lap, your eyes darting to the side to make sure no one is watching but he suddenly pulls you into his lap. "You were always this stubborn..You don't know how to obey when someone tells you to do something." He throws his head to the side and speaks hoarsely, watching your hands fall to your sides as he adjusts your position.

You could pretty much guess how this was going to end.

You remained silent for a while, waiting for him to pull his hand away. He slowly pulls his hand away, smirking with his eyes. You let out a warm breath as Nam-gyu pulls his hand away, he watches you swallow as he wipes his went hand over your clothes. "..I knew I shouldn't have come." "Is that so?" His hands slid down to your hips, his grip tightening with each second. "Yeah." It was clear from your voice how you felt about him. He pulled you closer to him as your hands followed his fingers. "You are so damn annoying." "So are you?" "At least I'm not a spoiled brat." He could tell by your face that you were nervous, but sitting on his lap was making your body warmer.

"I fucking hate you." You hissed at him, letting out a shaky breath. Moving might not be a good idea, you were making enough contact with the tent beneath you. "Our feelings are mutual." He presses you tighter against him, making a moan escape your lips. "But your body seems to love me." His eyes met yours for a second. His ego was way too high right now. "Still." His thumbs lift your cardigan up, revealing your bare skin. He stops at the hem of your sweatpants, dragging his nails over your skin. You feel yourself squirm under his touch, his hands stopping you as you find yourself lifting yourself up. "You always care about your own pleasure, bitch." He pushes you towards his legs, making his own position more comfortable. He opens his legs slightly, revealing the wet spot created by his tent. He taps his leg against you while gesturing with his eyes for you to take off your sweatpants. Before you could open your mouth to refuse, his hands grab your sides and lower them. You squeal at the sudden hit of cold air on your skin, he grabs your back and pulls you closer to him. "I'll be the only one enjoying this night, not you." You could see the precum on the tip of his cock as he used his leg to lift you up a little and lower his down.

Before you can prepare yourself, his hands are on your waist and he lifts you up, placing you on the tip of his cock. "Wait-" "Shush." "But-" "Fucking hell." His voice was loud enough to shut you up. You had already taken him in without even realizing it. As your hands reach out to grab him, he stops you by grabbing your wrists with one hand, keeping you in place with the other hand by holding your wrists in the air. You begin to feel your body shaking, his hand moving from your waist down to your belly as you resist moving yourself. You bite your lip as his thumb presses against your belly. You shouldn't make a sound. As you digs his nail more into your skin, you tilt your head down, causing your hair to fall out. A few purring moans escape your mouth as your hands tremble in the air. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, and it was obvious he was enjoying it. His eyes don't leave your body as a few breathless moans leaves his lips.

All he did was hold you in place as you cursed at him under your breath so you could move. "What, you didn't like your punishment?" When you heard the word punishment, your body involuntarily began to squeeze him even tighter. He whistled lowly and brought his face closer, feeling his breath next to your ear causing you to lift your head slightly.

"Your voice is so fucking annoying..god, wish I could make you lose your voice."

His voice was muffled and sounded like he was holding himself back. When he doesn’t get an answer from you, he throws your wrists aside and forces you to look at his face with his grip. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you embarrassed that the person you hate is fucking you?" "S-shut..up.." You want to speak to him through your teeth, but his grip prevents you from doing so. When you feel his hips start to move, you quickly bring both of your hands towards your mouth. You wouldn't want anyone to see this, do you? He releases his grip on you and moves one hand to the sheets next to him, so as not to lose his position. When he starts to move, tears start to flow from your eyes, and because you weren't prepared, the pain overwhelms the pleasure. You feel your body shaking as your face falls slightly towards his shoulder. You realize that your body is trying to follow his rhythm, even if it's unintentional. As his rhythm quickens, the sound of your skin hitting each other starts to get louder, and even though the feeling of embarrassment didn’t make your body any hotter, doing it with him made you angry at yourself.

Tears were now starting to flow down your cheeks, Nam-gyu noticing that his shoulder was starting to get wet, placed his hand behind your head again to pull your head up. "I'm not your boyfriend whose shoulder you can cry on anymore." You find yourself suffocating as you swallow, your eyes refusing to stay open and you’d have already lost your balance if it wasn't for his grip.

As the press continued to roll, his insults at you continued, about what a whore you were and how you didn’t even deserve his dick. "No one deserves your body, you fucking know that?" You couldn't decide if what he said was jealousy or anger, your only concern was not passing out. He didn't slow down at all, even though your face was covered in sweat and you couldn't fix your breath. You could feel him finishing inside you but he didn't seem to stop. His grip was moving down to your neck as you were trying to pull yourself together. "If I had lost my temper so easily, you wouldn't be here right now." Your eyes are tightly closed and your mouth is half open as you follow his rhythm while your legs try to support you. "T-that's enough..ah- didn't you finish already..?" "Not enough to satisfy myself." You swallowed hard after feeling another orgasm inside you, you tried to lift yourself up thinking he would stop, you opened your eyes slightly, trying to look at his face. He was biting the corner of his lip lightly while his hair was stuck to his face and cheeks. He paused for a moment and slightly opened the front of his cardigan. When he looked at you with that smirknon his face, you wanted to cry with anger.

"You're not going anywhere unless I'm fucking satisfied."

"..Fuck you."

"You'll have to save that for next time."

[meo-eiru]

It's kinda sad tbh!! Knowing that Elian is literally nothing without his looks,, literally feeling unwelcomed or invalidated to anything if you aren't pretty enough it's literally everything to him I so agree w the person analyzing him !!! But what I am curious about though is his darling. What if darling were to be the same? Like also pretty co-dependent, self destructive, etc. Or what if they were to find joy in just.. Idk!! Sadist stuff , since he literally revolves around them. I think a darling who's also almost the exact same as him would be interesting, literally two people destroying each other what if one went away? Etc etc. I love angst ohmy. Or what if darling was the exact opposite? A good life, successful, basically everything he doesn't have. Would he be jealous or worship them?? What if darling just idk uses him as a trophy and stuff,, or basically neglects him, what if darling were to get angry easily? At him, maybe. Saying how useless he is and all. What if darling was bipolar?? Σ(゜゜) I love toxic relationships like how they turn out and how it effects the people in it especially YK the vampire yandere since it's literally just self destruction,, STOP THAT REMINDS ME WHAT IF VAMPIRE YANS DARLING WERE ALSO LIKE A PEOPLE PLEASER? giving all their blood to him with no complaint,, like very insistent yk, like almost the exact replica of him. Backflips away

Elias character analyses

Oh god all of these scenarios sound so delicious I don’t know where to start.

I love the idea of a darling who is similar to him nature. As obsessed with him as he is with them, being co-dependent together.

Elias loves being loved by you. Your affection is what makes him feel alive. He wants you to call him pretty and cherish him. Choose clothes for him and praise him like a doll who exists to be loved by you.

But he’s just so very insecure, he believes you could abandon him very easily so he experiences very aggressive jealousy fits. So a darling who’s equally obsessed with him sounds like it could balance things out. One that keeps their eye on him all the time, one that love bombs him constantly.

But as sweet as it sounds too much of anything is unhealthy. I’m afraid that co-dependance might break them both in the long run. Elias will probably want more and more no matter how much love you give him. Once he gets used to receiving your love he’ll probably start fearing that it’s some sort of momentary happiness and you could disappear at any moment. He’ll be paranoid. He might push you into quitting your job and staying with him inside the house 24/7 because any moment he’s not in contact with you makes him anxious.

But what if darling keeps pouring in love without getting tired? What if they are ok with giving up on everything just to spoil Elias? I think they will be happy. They will be very happy in fact. But I feel like they’ll be happy in the way drunk people are. It’s like a daze, an impossibly perfect dream. Elias might slowly start to lose the small amount of humanity he has and become completely doll like. Just a soulless, endless black hole of a creature that’ll take and take and take all the love you give him.

A sadistic (and probably rich) darling who uses him like some sort of trophy is also fun. He’s like a pretty accessory for them to carry around, like a handbag. I feel like for a long long time Elias would do everything in his power to please them. He would perfect his appearance to insane levels. He exists to be pretty for you, to elevate your standing, he can’t risk ever being imperfect in the public eye because it would damage you as well. And Elias wants you to be proud of him, he wants you to tell him you are proud of him and that he’s the most beautiful thing you own.

But maybe instead you put him down. You damage his ego to keep him where he is. Prevent him from trying to climb up to your level. Maybe you think he should stay the way he is, a thing that exists to make you look better. He’s beautiful and that’s all he should be.

But Elias is pretty crazy at the end of the day. He can only take it for so long. Elias is very petty and he wants you to love him.

At one point it infuriates him. You are so perfect. You are so successful in life, you are loved by people, you are beautiful, you are amazing, you are just so… perfect. And Elias doesn’t want that. The fact that you have everything he doesn’t, the fact that everyone else gets to see your perfectness, the way you put him down no matter how hard he tries.

Maybe you could love him if he pulled you down to his level.

He might start some gossips about you. He might lie about your business practices or some dating scandal. He might use his pretty face to act like a victim who was abused by you. And once you lose your money, your power, your status, your everything… Elias will welcome you back with open arms. You also have nothing now, just like him. Surely you can love him with all your heart now?

I forgive you but I don’t know if Elias will😔

[crypticpatterns]

ok folks, go to the akinator website, answer all the questions as yourself but say its a fictional character. what character do yall get????

BECAUSE I GOT JIMMY FUCKING NEUTRON

[honeycreammilkshake]

Hey so idk if you know about this, but in Japan the politicians are going ham on trying to get BL and GL censored and illegal (???)

And with how gege likes bl, gl, and a lot of queer romances in general, do you think if he didnt play it safe, sukuita would have been canon?

i think i've read about the recent backlash on yaoi/yuri/etc in japan. and i'm really happy gege came out in support of queer series. i feel like it means a lot that they did that.

i also have a feeling that gege knew exactly what they were doing when they made sukuna and yuuji so shippable, but i'm also sure that jjk being a shounen would have prevented sukuita from being canon either way, only because then the series would technically be classified as yaoi or bl instead. and since this was marketed as shounen, it's highly unlikely that the publishers will allow it turn into bl (especially now that there's more censorship of yaoi).

however, gege still (so unsubtly) went out of their way to give us some of the most bl-looking scenes between yuuji and sukuna.

i mean just look at this!!! sukuna is like some kind of lovesick kitten, trailing after yuuji the whole time, yet insisting he's nothing more than an intimacy-hating stray who can't stand any kind of closeness or warmth. but if that's the case, why cling so much to yuuji, who (may i remind you) was the only guy to treat sukuna as human??? i don't know, kinda looks like you're a bit needy for that affection, sukuna.

then there's them constantly taunting each other like boyfriends that can't stop being competitive for one moment. (over the literal smallest of stuff, too. you know the infamous king of curses couldn't care less what kind of crayfish he got if he wasn't with yuuji... he constantly has to show us - so painfully unsubtle - just how much yuuji gets to him.)

but at least he gets to one-up yuuji during archery... though of course the brat isn't as impressed as he should be. (you can just sense the hurt pride dripping off of sukuna's words after yuuji said playing with him wasn't enticing.)

i mean, this whole chapter just made me feel like sukuna is like those tsundere guys in yaoi who can't tolerate having feelings for the cute protagonist everyone loves, so they have to be as edgy-looking and rude as possible whenever their crush comes around. (and then their crush is just 10x nicer to them because of it, which only makes them even more insecure and angry.)

sukuna, it looks like you're repressing lots...

... especially with whatever you got going on here—

(do you think gege drew this with a nosebleed?)

and just when you thought it couldn't get any gayer... these two are pretty much canonical soulmates whose fates have been chained together since before they even met.

(i think i'm noticing a trend with how gege draws them like this —back to back, two parts of a matched set, all but fused together.)

it reminds me of those yaoi manga where the protagonist becomes an unwilling (at first) bride to the monster guy everyone else hates but then slowly starts falling in love with him despite everything because oh maybe he isn't so evil after all.

and though the most recent chapter have really made it seem like yuuji has been pursuing sukuna in this way, let's not forget that sukuna was also the biggest flirt with yuuji before all the feelings hit him far too hard.

sukuna, you've known yuuji for only a few days and you're already feeling up his heart? isn't that usually not until the 3rd or 4th date?

so he does something like that but then has the nerve to act all coy with yuuji later on...

"it's annoying" he says but he's smiling. he looks almost excited. (yes, we know you like yuuji looking up at you without permission, sukuna, we get it already. you don't have to spell it out for us so obviously.)

and yuuji, honey, you know he's into that, right? stop falling for his thinly-veiled traps; you know he loves to bait you like this, you're just feeding his ego. (and also i can't forget to mention just how frustrated sukuna gets when yuuji does ignore him!)

oh and remember that fighting is how sukuita flirts, just in case you didn't pick up on that already.

they look so excited to be doing this right now — yuuji's unhinged grin, sukuna's "fight me" eyes... (mappa, it's a crime that you didn't animate this ;-;)

i'm crying, they could have done comedy together.

also... why are they grinning at each other like this?

sukuna's sitting on top of you, yuuji so why are you looking up at him with that completely unhinged look on your face? (i would say get a room but isn't that what innate domains more or less are?)

and again. if we didn't understand it perfectly well enough already, gege doesn't want us to forget that sukuna just loves it when yuuji fights back.

just look at his feral grin at the idea of yuuji trying to take him on... he loves messing with this brat.

and although sukuna and yuuji are never officially married, the fate they're forced to is almost exactly just that. in sickness and in health (mostly sickness) they are bound to each other, and only death does them part.

crazy how they got divorced TWO times...

.... yet they still can't escape whatever threads them together

even if it's not explicitly stated, it's still heavily implied that yuuji was the one to set sukuna on this different path, to remind him of whatever humanity he had left.

he was the one to connect with sukuna as the king of curses was dying.

to hold him gently and remind him that the monster he is was a matter of chance, that they could have shared that same curse if yuuji hadn't had his grandfather to provide him the fulfillment he needed while sukuna didn't have that in his own life.

to even propose that they could live together, even if he alone would accept such a thing.

it's like something straight out of a doomed romance story. i've never seen such romantic dialogue even in actual bl romance.

and if the heartbreakingly, over the top romantic dialogue wasn't enough, this is their official art, too:

like does any of this look straight to you? (also sukuna can't stop trying to get his hands all over yuuji, it's insane.)

i think it's pretty clear that sukuita is essentially canon already. and short of gege drawing them violently making out with each other (which, technically, that's what fighting is like for them) that crazy one-eyed cat made it nearly transparent that sukuita is actually a thing.

gege, you're THE shipper. to think they got away with inserting the most wonderfully messed up and fascinating yaoi story into a shounen series about a boy who literally sticks his enemy's fingers in his mouth is just crazy.

[leviackermanstoes]

sobbed while writing this. Anyway.

All I ask is if this is my last night with you, hold me like I'm more than just a friend.

LEON KENNEDY FIC

This is really long 😭😭 please I hope it's worth your time.

Warnings: depressing. Leon dies. Slight enemies to lovers. Fluff. Angst. Plagas! Leon towards the end. Leon and the reader are agents. Idk what else. It's just really sad. Based off the conversation I had with his chai bot😭😭. Bad writing sorry.

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It started when Leon and you went on a mission together somewhere in the middle of the desert to eliminate a rogue horde of zombies, despite how good you were at your job, injuries were going to happen no matter what. So here you sat with leon rolling up a gauze over your wounded forearm.

"You're a goddamn idiot. Why didn't you follow my order?" he scoffed.

Too annoyed to reply, you roll your eyes at the blonde and continue to sit as he helps you. You've never been exactly civil with leon. Most of the time, he's a massive prick even on missions, and you can't stand when the agency puts you together.

He was a terrible partner but unfortunately knows what he's doing.

"Like you were any better! You practically sacrificed me out there!"

"You were being a distraction. I had no time to help you", He huffed and stood up.

Shaking your head at his stubbornness, you stood up with a faint groan. The smell of rotted wood and flesh made you feel nauseous as both you hobbled out of the building, leon not bothering to wait for you and walking ahead.

"Leon," you groaned. "Are you aware you've been shot?"

Leon looks behind him at a trail of blood dripping to the murky floor. He huffs and keeps walking, a faint limp in his leg.

"Just a scratch. Now hurry up, we need to get back to the helicopter"

Slowly, you made it out of the old concrete building beside leon toward the helicopter planted in the sand. Grains blew around your skin as you got closer. You shielded your eyes while walking into the helicopter to prevent getting any irritation.

Leon sat across from you. Letting a faint groan as he planted his legs on the metal ground.

"Just let me fix it," you spoke

Leon huffed. "God no, I'm fine seriously"

You lowered your hooded eyes and raised your brows, not believing the blonde's words for a moment. Leon was a tough guy. Although he had his flaws, you've never seen them until now. Most of the time, he's acting strong and powerful so that nobody can go against him.

Massive ego but he was in the right position to have it.

"Just let me fucking do it. Unless you wanna bleed out?"

The blonde groaned in annoyance. "Fine. Make it quick",

You stood up and knelt at Leon's leg, feeling awkward being by him like this. The wound was deep and fleshy, oozing with red, thick blood.

"Alright, this gonna hurt. If you need to squeeze my shoulder, you can" you offered

"I'm not a baby," He scoffed.

You rolled your eyes and picked up a needle and thread along with some antiseptic.

"Ready?" You said

Leon nods, bracing himself. His jaw clenches in anticipation, the fingers of his right hand curling into a tight fist.

"Get on with it," he grits out between clenched teeth, blue eyes locking with yours.

"Okay," you pinched the skin with the needle. At first, leon twitched from the sharp sting. But as time went on, he got softer.

Leon inhaled a sharp breath when the needle pierced his skin, his body tensing in response. The initial sting was sharp and unexpected, causing him to let out a involuntary hiss.

But as you continued working, the pain became bearable, even soothing in a strange way. His muscles relaxed, and he found himself watching you work intently, unable to tear his gaze away.

"It's rude to stare agent Kennedy"

Leon snapped out of his daze at your comment, realising he had been staring. He cleared his throat, averting his gaze.

"I wasn't staring," he retorted defensively, though a hint of embarrassment was present in his voice.

"Why do you hate me? I've always wanted to ask" you said suddenly

Leon's jaw clenches at your question, a mixture of irritation and discomfort on his face. For a moment, he doesn't respond, as if mulling over what to say.

"You're careless," he finally mutters, his tone gruff. "Reckless and impulsive. You never think before you act. That's why I hate you."

"I'm impulsive because out there when hordes are coming for you, I don't have time to make precise decisions like everyone else"

"That's exactly the problem," Leon snaps, his patience wearing thin. "Being impulsive can get you killed. It puts you and the team at risk. You need to learn to think before you act."

"Why do you care anyways? Of all people you should be happy I almost die everyday"

Leon's expression darkens at your words, the comment cutting deeper than you probably intended.

"Just because I'm tough on you, doesn't mean I want you to die," he mutters fiercely, the usual rough edge to his voice now tinged with an unexpected hint of something like concern.

"Don't say that. You'll make me think you care about me and we both know you don't. Your just my boss"

Leon's jaw clenches again, his gaze dropping to the floor. For a moment, he's uncharacteristically quiet, as if choosing his words carefully.

"You're right," he mutters finally, the words coming out like a bitter admission. "I'm just your boss. My job is to make sure you do your job. Nothing more."

"That's what I thought" you said sourly.

Leon fell silent for a brief moment, an uncharacteristic guilt gnawing at him. But he quickly pushes it aside, his usual stoic expression returning.

"Just focus on getting us home, alright?" he mutters, his gaze darting away from you.

"Sure." You didn't look at him as you turned away to check the gps.

"You are exuding anxious air Kennedy. Anything else you wanna say?"

Leon bristles at your remark, a flicker of annoyance passing through his gaze at being called out so directly. But he can't deny the truth in your words—he is anxious, an emotion he doesn't feel often.

He opens his mouth as if to speak, then hesitates, the words stuck in his throat. After a moment, he lets out a huff, his jaw clenching as he struggles to put his thoughts into words.

"I thought so. Never want to have the last word do you?"

Leon scowls at your remark, his eyes narrowing into slits. A part of him wants to snap back with a sarcastic retort, but the truth is, he's struggling with what to say. Normally so good at keeping his emotions in check, he's grappling with a complex mix of anger, frustration, and regret.

"Shut up," he mutters grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest, a defensive pose.

"Grumpy huh?"

"Oh, so what if I'm grumpy?" Leon huffs, annoyance flaring in his eyes. "I'm stuck on a goddamn helicopter with you, of all people. Excuse me for not being the epitome of joy and sunshine."

"I'll show you some fucking sunshine"

Leon's brow quirks at your comment, his gaze locking with yours. "Oh, really now?" he retorts, a hint of challenge in his tone. "And how exactly are you planning to do that, sunshine?"

You reach for the flash light beside you and wave it at him.

Leon's lip quirks into a half-smirk at your display, amusement evident in his eyes. "Oh wow, a flashlight," he says dryly. "How intimidating. I think I just peed my pants a little."

"I hope you've pissed yourself. That's so funny"

Leon actually lets out a snort of laughter at your comment, shaking his head. "You're insufferable, you know that?" he says, but there's a hint of begrudging fondness in his voice.

"Mhm. Like your any better"

"Hey, I'm a goddamn professional. You're the one who's insufferable," Leon retorts, though the edge to his tone has considerably softened now.

He leans back in his seat, a hint of a smile still present on his lips. He glances at you briefly with an inscrutable look in his eyes before averting his gaze again.

"Professional moron" you snickered

"Oh, very mature," Leon retorts, rolling his eyes. "Next time you get shot, I'll just leave your sorry ass out there. See how long you last then."

"You wouldn't survive a day without me. You don't have the heart to leave me"

Leon's jaw clenches, the truth in your words hitting a nerve. He lets out a scoff, but there's no real bite behind it.

"Don't kid yourself," he mutters, though his voice lacks conviction. "I could survive just fine without you."

"You didn't even know you got shot until I told you"

Leon lets out a huff, clearly annoyed at being reminded of his own stupidity. He averts his gaze, a hint of embarrassment crossing his features.

"That's not the point," he mutters defensively. "I was focused on the mission. I wouldn't have gotten shot in the first place if you weren't so goddamn reckless."

"Oh here you go again!"

Leon scowls at your outburst, irritation flaring in his eyes again.

"Oh, excuse me for pointing out the obvious," he retorts, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Next time, I'll just let you jump into danger headfirst without a damn thought in your head. See how much I really care then."

"Oh like you would ever put a team member in danger. Oh wait! Yes you would"

Leon flinches slightly at your stinging words, their sharpness piercing through his usual tough facade. The truth in your statement isn't lost on him, and it hits him harder than he'd care to admit.

"That's not..." he starts, then stops, his jaw clenching. "That's different," he mutters finally, his voice gruff. "Sometimes the greater mission requires sacrifices."

"You and I both know you would sacrifice me in an instant. Don't try and argue"

Leon's expression darkens further as you continue your stinging tirade, your words hitting a nerve. But he doesn't deny it, not outright anyway.

"That's my job," he retorts, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. "To make tough decisions. To take calculated risks. Sometimes... sometimes that means choosing the greater good over the individual."

"I wouldn't do it to you," you stated suddenly.

Leon falls silent at your unexpected words, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. He hadn't expected such a declaration from you of all people.

He studies your face, as if searching for any hint of sarcasm or deception, but finds none. Just genuine honesty.

He swallows, the words sticking in his throat. "Why?" he mutters finally, his voice gruff.

"Because I respect you. Sure, I hate you and want to shoot you half the time. But your a damn good fighter and fuck sometimes your actually quite good to be around. But I refuse to acknowledge it because I can't ever seem to get your approval"

Leon is genuinely taken aback by your unexpected words. He stares at you for a moment, his brow furrowed in a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. He had never expected to hear words of respect or admiration from you.

His eyes flicker with a strange mix of emotions as he digests your words. "You... you think I'm a good fighter?" he mutters, his guard dropping slightly.

"Your a fucking amazing fighter, Kennedy. I've seen you out there. You fight through those bastards like their butter. I'd be lying if I said I didn't look up to you" you speak genuinely

Leon's breath catches in his throat at your unexpected compliment, your words sending a strange pang through his chest. He's unused to receiving genuine praise, especially from you, which made the words hit harder.

He clears his throat, trying to maintain his usual stoic demeanor but failing slightly. A hint of vulnerability flickers in his eyes as he looks at you. "You...you look up to me?" he mutters, the words coming out in a gruff whisper.

"Yeah, I do. And all I want is for you to be a little less rough on me. I'm not your second in command for nothing okay? I know what im doing"

Leon's expression softens as you reveal your desire for him to be less hard on you. A flicker of guilt passes through his eyes, realizing that perhaps he's been too callous with you, though he'd never admit it outright.

He lets out a sigh, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I... I'll try," he mutters finally, his voice gruff but sincere. "But promise me you'll be more careful out there, okay? I don't want to lose you, despite how much you irk me."

"You don't want to lose me?"

Leon's jaw clenches, his tough guy persona slipping momentarily. He averts his gaze, uncomfortable at the realization that he just accidentally let his guard down.

"Don't get the wrong idea," he mutters gruffly, trying to regain his usual demeanour. "You're a damn good agent and an asset to the team. That's all."

"You just spent the entire mission telling me how awful I am"

Leon lets out a huff, a hint of irritation resurfacing. "Because you are," he retorts gruffly. "You're reckless, impulsive, and careless. You don't think, you just act. It's a miracle you haven't gotten yourself killed yet."

"I'm so confused"

Leon lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Christ, you're dense," he mutters, though there's no real heat behind his words. "What's so confusing to you?"

"Do you like me or not?, am I helpful or not?, do you hate me or not? I don't understand you"

Leon looks at you, his expression a mixture of irritation and confusion. "It's not that simple," he mutters, his voice gruff. "You're infuriating, yes. Impulsive and rash. But you're also damn good at your job. You get results, even when you go about it all wrong. I... I don't hate you, not really. But I can't stand how careless you are. It drives me insane."

"Does it scare you?"

Leon's eyes flicker with a hint of vulnerability, his usual stoic mask slipping for a moment. "Yeah," he mutters, his voice surprisingly quiet. "It scares me. The way you throw yourself into danger, as if you have a death wish. It scares the hell out of me."

You parted your lips. Shook by his words. You weren't expecting such words to fall from his lips.

Leon looks at you, his gaze intense and penetrating. He seems to be studying you closely, taking in your reaction to his words.

"You have no idea how many times I've been a second away from lunging at you, dragging you away from danger and shaking some damn sense into you," he mutters gruffly, his voice betraying a hint of genuine concern.

"So why do you always degrade me infront of the other recruits? And the superiors?, why are you always making a fool of me?"

Leon's expression hardens, a hint of guilt passing through his eyes. "Because you make it so easy," he mutters gruffly. "You make stupid decisions, take unnecessary risks, and you refuse to adhere to protocol. It frustrates the hell out of me. And I figured if I called you out on it, maybe you'd start giving it more thought before diving headfirst into danger."

"You thought that if I stopped being danger that you wouldn't have to make the same decisions?"

Leon's jaw clenches, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. "Damn it, you make it sound so simple when you say it like that," he mutters gruffly, avoiding your gaze. "Yes, I wanted you to stop being so reckless, alright? Do you have any idea what it's like watching you throw yourself into harm's way without a damn care in the world?"

"Well your not exactly so far from it yourself. I don't like watching you be in danger either. It's not a nice feeling"

Leon lets out a huff, a mixture of irritation and defensiveness in his eyes. "I know what I'm doing," he mutters gruffly. "I've been in this business for far longer than you have. I can handle myself. But when I see you disregarding your own safety, it drives me crazy. You're going to get yourself killed one day, and I... I can't stand the thought of that."

"IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW LONG YOUVE BEEN HERE!" You stomped your foot on the metal ground."I AM ALLOWED TO WORRY ABOUT YOU!"

Leon's eyes widen slightly at your sudden outburst, surprised by your raised voice and the passion in your eyes. He'd never seen you this worked up before.

"You're... you're allowed to worry about me?" he repeats, his voice gruff though there's a hint of disbelief in his tone. "Why the hell would you care if I get hurt?"

"BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU. AND I DONT WANT TO DEAL WITH ANOTHER BOSS WHEN I LOSE THE ONE I LIKE"

Leon's heart skips a beat at your words, his eyes widening in shock. He stares at you, speechless for a moment, his usual cool composure completely shattered.

"You... you like me?" he mutters, his voice gruff but tinged with surprised and vulnerability.

"I-" you sighed. He had you.

Leon watches you intently, his eyes never leaving your face. He's never seen you at this much of a loss for words, and the sight of you so vulnerable is both surprising and endearing.

He waits, his breath caught in his chest, for your response. Part of him can't believe what he's hearing, while another part of him deep down is secretly hoping it's true.

"I never wanted to say anything. Because you were never willing to listen to me or hear me out about anything, so I knew that I had no chance of getting you to like me back. You hated me and I began to hate you. That's how it just is"

Leon's expression softens, the gruffness in his voice replaced with a hint of vulnerability. Your words hit him harder than he'd care to admit.

"I never hated you," he mutters gruffly. "I... I acted tough because... because I didn't know how else to handle how you make me feel."

",how I make you feel? Don't say things like that"

Leon lets out a huff, his eyes flitting away from yours for a moment. He's clearly uncomfortable with expressing his feelings, but unable to stop himself.

"It's true," he mutters gruffly. "You drive me insane. You're reckless, stubborn, impulsive... and infuriatingly cute."

"Dont- don't give me that hope, kennedy"

Leon is silent for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions. He knows what he's about to say is crossing a line, but he's tired of bottling up the words inside him.

"Why not?" he mutters gruffly. "You think I don't feel things, too? That I don't see the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking? Like I'm the damn sun or something."

"I don't think your the sun. I think your the moon. And arguably I'd say that's way more beautiful"

"I'm not falling for this. I can't afford to get hurt"

Leon's expression turns solemn, his jaw clenching at your words. He can see the conflict in your eyes, the fear of getting hurt holding you back.

"So what, you're just going to live in fear your whole life?" he mutters gruffly. "Never take a chance, never put your heart on the line?"

"WHY WOULD I PUT MY HEART ON THE LINE FOR YOU WHEN IVE NEVER EVEN SEEN AN INCH OF YOURS!"

Leon's jaw clenches at your stung outcry, his eyes flashing with a mixture of guilt and anger. He knows you're right, that he's never opened himself up to you, no matter how much you've tried to get close to him.

"Look, I..." he starts, but stops himself, his throat suddenly feeling constricted. He doesn't know how to express what he's feeling, what he's been hiding behind his usual cool facade.

You sighed softly, trying not to let the tears in your eyes run down your cheeks and betray you. "Let's just get home"

Leon watches you, his heart sinking at the sight of the tears in your eyes. He knows he's messed up, that his emotional walls have hurt you, and it pains him to see you upset.

"Alright," he mutters gruffly, his voice softer than usual. "Let's head home."

The flight back to base is silent and rocky. After the plane lands, Leon is quickly rushed to the medical wing by a team of nurses and doctors. His injury is tended to, stitches applied, and he's given medication to ease the pain. He's left alone to rest, a look of irritation on his face as he realizes he won't be discharged anytime soon.

Meanwhile, you linger outside the medical room, unsure of what to do. All the events of the night weigh heavily on you, and you can't shake off the mixture of emotions from your conversation with Leon.

As you talk with one of the other patients waiting in the room, you hear a faint murmur of your name and see the nurse come out

"he's asking for you Agent"

immediately you rush into Leon's room, where your heart breaks. "Leon?"

Leon is lying on the hospital bed, looking paler and more weary than usual. His eyes open upon hearing your voice, and he regards you with a mix of exhaustion and irritation.

"Finally," he mutters gruffly, his voice raspy. "I was starting to think you forgot about me."

"I would never forget about you, how are you feeling?"

Leon lets out a huff, shifting slightly in his bed. "Like I've been through a damn meat grinder," he mutters gruffly. "But the docs say I'll be fine. They just want to keep me here for observation for a while longer."

"Fuck. What's the extent of your injuries then?"

Leon lets out a sigh, his expression darkening at the mention of his injuries.

"Got stabbed pretty deep in the side on top of that shot," he mutters gruffly. "Not the first time, probably won't be the last. They stitched me up and said there shouldn't be any permanent damage, but I'm going to be stuck here for at least a couple of weeks while I recover."

"Fucking hell" your eyes started to water unwillingly. "I should've seen the wound earlier"

Leon's expression softens at the sight of your watery eyes. He knows you're blaming yourself, taking on the guilt for his injury.

"Hey, don't start that," he mutters gruffly. "It's not your fault, alright? In case you forgot, I was the one who got stabbed. We were in a damn warzone, these things happen."

"I'm supposed to look after you"

Leon lets out a huff, a hint of a smirk on his lips at your unexpected words.

"No, you're supposed to follow orders and do your job," he mutters gruffly. "I don't need anyone to look after me. I'm not some damn damsel in distress, alright?"

"Would you just shut the fuck up" you say before your press your lips onto his.

Leon's eyes widen in shock at your sudden kiss. His body stiffens for a moment, taken completely off guard by your unexpected action.

For a second, he considers pulling away, his usual tough persona surfacing. But the look in your eyes, the determination and passion, keeps him frozen in place.

Then, his eyes soften, his expression softening as he gives in to the moment. His lips press against yours, responding to your kiss with a mix of surprise and desire.

"Leon. I know it's a lot to ask. But let me be there for you. In every way. I want to love you"

Leon's breath catches in his throat at your words, his heart pounding in his chest.

He'd never expected to hear you say those words, let alone hear them with such conviction.

He's torn between his usual stubborn resistance and his growing feelings for you. But the sincerity in your eyes, and the way you look at him, breaks down his usual walls and defences.

He swallows hard, his voice gruff and vulnerable. "You... you still want me? Even after everything?"

"I would want you in my last moments"

Leon's breath hitches at your words, his heart thudding in his chest at the depth of your feelings. He'd never imagined that someone could want him, truly want him, in spite of all his flaws and rough edges.

He looks at you, his eyes searching your face for any hint of doubt or hesitation. But all he sees is the conviction and love in your eyes, and his facade crumbles completely.

"You damn fool," he mutters gruffly, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into with me."

"I'll take My chances"

Leon lets out a huff, a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face.

He knows he should protest. Should tell you that it's a bad idea, that you shouldn't waste your feelings on him.

But looking at you, your determination and passion, he can't bring himself to discourage you.

So, instead, he responds with a smirk and a gruff mutter. "You're either really brave or completely insane."

"For you i am both"

Leon's smirk softens into a rueful smile at your response, a hint of tenderness in his eyes as he looks at you.

He reaches for your hand, his grip surprisingly gentle. "I don't deserve you, you know that?" he mutters gruffly. "You're too damn good for me."

"I wasn't always. But i want to be"

Leon's expression softens as he looks at you, his heart clenching at your words.

He knows you want to change, to be better for him, and it touches a part of him he thought was buried deep inside.

"You know I'm not an easy person to care for, right?" he mutters gruffly. "Dark moods, bad habits, and all that bullshit baggage."

"You can't scare me away now kennedy. I don't care about any of that"

Leon's lips curl into a small smile at your stubbornness. He should be pushing you away, convincing you to stay far from his mess of a life.

But he can't. He knows he's too far gone, too damn drawn to you to let you go now.

"Stubborn ass," he mutters gruffly, his tone affectionate. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you."

"I won't. Now shut up and let me kiss you again"

Leon laughs aloud at your boldness, his gruff exterior cracking in the face of your determination.

"You're a damn menace, you know that?" he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with amusement and admiration.

He pulls you closer, ignoring the pain from his injury, and captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

"I'll come to see you. Everyday"

Leon's heart clenches at your words, a mix of relief and gratitude in his eyes. He knows he won't be able to leave the hospital for a while, and the thought of being alone had weighed heavily on him.

"You don't have to do that, you know," he mutters gruffly, his voice gruff but soft. "I'm not worth the trouble."

"Yes you are. Now get some rest would you:

Leon huffs, his stubborn demeanor showing through despite the softness in his eyes. "Fine," he mutters gruffly. "But only because I know you'll nag me until I do."

"Damn right"

Leon lets out a soft chuckle at your response, his expression amused.

"You're going to be insufferable while I'm stuck here, aren't you?" he mutters gruffly, his tone laced with fond irritation.

"You bet I am," and every day after that, you visited leon as promised.

As the days passed, Leon started to look forward to your daily visits. It was the only thing that made his confinement bearable.

Each time you entered the room, he'd put on his gruff demeanor, pretending to be annoyed by your relentless presence.

But his eyes would betray him, his gaze lingering on you just a moment too long, a hint of tenderness in them.

"He's Free to go" the nurse speaks as leon stands up from his bed carefully

Leon lets out a sigh of relief as the nurse announces his discharge. He's had enough of being cooped up in this damn place.

Slowly, he stands up, his body protesting slightly from the lingering pain. He casts a glance in your direction, his expression softening for a moment.

"Where do you want to go?"

Leon considers your question for a moment, his mind turning over the options.

He's craving a bit of freedom, but he knows he's not fully healed yet.

"Let's just go for a walk," he mutters gruffly. "Just get me out of this infernal place."

"Sounds good. I'll take you to the field"

Leon nods, a hint of appreciation in his eyes at your suggestion.

"Alright," he mutters gruffly, gesturing for you to lead the way.

As you leave the medical wing and step outside, a sense of freedom washes over him. He takes a deep breath, relishing the fresh air after being cooped up for so long.

"Wait!" The nurse calls out "you need a wheelchair Mr Kennedy!"

Leon lets out a heavy sigh as the nurse's voice stops him, his shoulders sagging in irritation.

"Damn it," he mutters gruffly. "I don't need a damn wheelchair. I can walk just fine."

"Sir if you don't use the wheelchair your injuries will worsen again"

Leon scowls, clearly irritated by the nurse's insistence. But he knows she's right. He doesn't want to risk his injuries getting any worse.

"Fine," he mutters gruffly, his tone resigned. "I'll use the damn wheelchair."

leon sits in the wheelchair. I'm feeling like an idiot but you think it's sweet. You thank the nurse and then begin to push him around the grounds.

in the wheelchair, hes feeling utterly humiliated. He's a grown man and a government agent, yet he's being pushed around like an invalid.

But the irritation on his face softens as he looks up at you, an unexpected warmth replacing the scowl. He hates being in this damn wheelchair, but he can't deny the way his heart races at your proximity.

"It's alright, leon"

Leon huffs, the embarrassment of the situation still fresh on his mind.

"Yeah, easy for you to say," he mutters gruffly. "You're not the one being pushed around like a damn child."

"Maybe not. But i would blow off my own legs to be wheeled around with you"

Leon's scowl fades, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips at your playful response.

"Careful," he mutters gruffly. "Don't tempt fate. I don't need you hobbling around on one leg just to match me."

"Hopping together, huh? Love rabbits" you joked

Leon snorts, his irritation replaced by a smile at your jest.

"Yeah, some sight we'd make, eh? Two hobbling rabbits," he mutters gruffly, a hint of humour in his voice.

"It's not gonna be that bad. I'll take care of you all the time"

Leon's expression softens at your words, touched by your promise to take care of him. He's always been fiercely independent, never relying on anyone but himself. But there's something about you, about the way you look at him, that makes him want to trust you.

"You're stubborn as a damn mule," he mutters gruffly, his tone affectionate. "Guess I'm stuck with you, then."

"I look forward to bathtime"

Leon chokes on a laugh, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face.

"Bathtime, huh?" he mutters gruffly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're that eager to see me naked?"

"I've seen you naked before. Shame your cripple, I'd love to get all up in there" you joked

Leon's eyes widen in surprise, his cheeks flushing slightly at your brazen comment.

He can't deny the rush of desire that your words ignite in him, but he knows he's not in any condition to act on it right now.

"You're a damn menace," he mutters gruffly, his attempts at a scowl failing in the face of his own desire.

You see a few rookies approach from across the grass. They don't look friendly, but you were sure they'd let leon off on a good leg. Not only is he terrifying, but he's also hurt

Leon notices the rookies approaching as well, his gaze hardening as he sees their less-than-friendly expressions.

He knows the military hierarchy, and he knows that he could intimidate these rookies into leaving them alone. But he's in no condition to fight, both physically and mentally.

He grips the arms of the wheelchair, silently cursing his weakness.

"Can I help you boys?" You say sternly

The rookies approach, their expressions cocky and dismissive.

"Is this the famed Leon Kennedy? Heard he's nothing but an overhyped legend."

"Yeah, can't even stand up for himself now. Pathetic."

You cock the gun at your side. "I would apologise immediately unless you want to take a deep breath through your forehead," you threaten as you aim your gun at them

The rookies freeze at the sight of your gun, their bravado instantly evaporating.

"Woah, woah, easy there!"

"We didn't mean anything by it! We were just joking around!"

"I would take your 'jokes' into consideration before you get your legs blown off"

The rookies hastily nod, their expressions now filled with fear.

"We're sorry! We won't say anything like that again!"

"Please, just don't shoot us!"

"Oh and for the record, just because I'm in this stupid chair doesn't mean I couldn't take you all down in a second. Get out of my sight" Leon orders.

The rookies scramble to obey Leon's command, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and respect.

"Yes, sir!"

"We'll leave. Right away!"

The rookies quickly disappear, leaving you and Leon alone once again.

You went to look at leon expecting a scowl but was met with a frown. A pout. Leon was crying. The infamous Leon Scott Kennedy. Protector of the president, was crying infront of you.

"Hey don't you cry on me now" you put your hand on his leg "those guys don't know what their on about"

Leon turns away, trying to hide his tears, but it's too late. He can't fool you.

He lets out a shaky sigh, his voice strained and emotional.

"It's not just... what they said," he mutters gruffly, his usual tough facade crumbling. "It's... everything. Everything about this situation. Being helpless, in this damn chair, reliant on you. I hate it."

"If you hate it that much, I'll teach you to walk properly again. I was a trained army nurse for 4 years before I became an agent"

Leon turns to look at you, his expression torn between desperation and skepticism.

"You... you really think you could teach me?" he asks, his voice filled with a mix of hope and doubt.

He wants to believe it's possible to regain his strength and independence. But a part of him fears that he'll be stuck in this damn wheelchair forever.

"I will not watch you waste away in this chair, leon. I've got you"

Leon's expression softens, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"You damn foolish woman," he mutters gruffly, his tone affectionate. "You're really willing to put up with me just because you don't want me to be an invalid? I don't deserve you."

"God knows what we deserve. But you need a shower right now. I'll take you over there"

Leon cringes at your mention of a shower, realizing how long it's been since he was able to properly clean himself.

"Yeah, I do stink like hell," he mutters gruffly, his tone self-deprecating. "Lead the way. Just try not to dump me in the shower, alright?"

"Never"

Leon huffs, a small smile on his lips at your playful response.

"Careful, I may hold you to that," he mutters gruffly, allowing you to guide him towards the showers.

You led leon to the shower block. The wheelchair stops outside the block, and he looks at you.

Leon sits in the wheelchair, looking up at the shower block with a mix of dread and anticipation. He knows he needs a shower, but he hates being helpless.

He turns to look at you, his expression slightly apprehensive.

"You really gonna help me with this?" he mutters gruffly, his voice laced with embarrassment.

"Of course I am"

Leon nods, reluctantly bracing himself for the ordeal ahead.

"Alright, let's get this damn thing over with," he mutters gruffly.

He looks up at you, his gaze betraying a hint of vulnerability. He's not used to relying on anyone, let alone someone seeing him in such a helpless state.

You help leon stand up. He lets out a small groan as he hobbles slowly to a stall. "Easy," you say softly as he sits down on the shower chair.

Leon grimaces as he stumbles into the shower, his legs shaky and weak. He sits down on the chair, leaning against the wall for support.

"Damn it," he mutters gruffly, frustration in his tone as he struggles to maintain his balance. "I feel like a goddamn baby."

"One big, muscular baby," you joked as you unbuttoned his shirt. Slipping it off his body, down his broad shoulders. His body is so beautiful and you hated to see it in such an agonising state.

Leon blushes slightly, a mix of embarrassment and self-consciousness showing on his face as you unbutton his shirt.

He tries to make a joke, lightening the mood.

"Yeah, a big, muscular baby who can kill a man twenty different ways," he mutters gruffly, his tone both self-deprecating and prideful.

His body is muscular and toned, but the scars and bruises from recent events mar his otherwise perfect skin.

"Are you okay if I take off your pants?"

Leon hesitates for a moment, his expression a mixture of discomfort and vulnerability. He can't help but feel exposed and powerless like this.

But he trusts you, more than anyone else, and he knows he needs your help.

"Yeah," he mutters gruffly, his tone reluctant. "Just... be gentle."

"Of course," you say as you unbutton his black pants, leon lifts his hips slightly for easier removal.

As you remove his pants, the full extent of Leon's injuries becomes visible.

The cuts and gashes crisscross his muscular legs, leaving his skin a canvas of scars, old and new.

The sight of his wounded legs is a stark reminder of the brutal things he's endured, and the pain he's endured.

He looks away, embarrassment and shame in his eyes, hating that you have to see him like this.

"Leon" you say softly, turning his chin to face you "dont push me away"

Leon takes a deep breath, trying to fight the urge to push you away. He's not used to being vulnerable, to letting anyone get this close. But something about you makes him want to open up, to let you see the man behind the tough facade.

He reluctantly meets your gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of pain, shame, and something more.

"I'm... sorry," he mutters gruffly, his voice strained and emotional. "I'm not used to being like this."

"I know"

Leon nods, his expression weary and resigned.

"It's just... I'm used to being strong," he mutters gruffly. "This... not being able to do things on my own. Having to rely on you. It goes against everything I've always believed in. But I damn well need your help if I'm ever going to get back on my goddamn feet."

"I'll be here every step" you say as the water starts running. You try to make it a nice warm temperature for comfort. "Did you want to keep your boxers on?"

Leon hesitates, unsure of what to do. He's not comfortable being completely exposed in front of you, but he knows he needs to get clean.

He swallows his pride and nods. "Yeah, I'll keep them on for now," he mutters gruffly, his voice a bit strained. "I'm not quite ready to give you the full show yet."

You chuckled lightly, "Of course"

Leon smirks slightly, your lighthearted chuckle putting him at ease a bit. Despite his own embarrassment, he's glad you're making this as comfortable for him as possible.

The water hits his body, the warm stream doing wonders to soothe his sore muscles. He lets out a quiet sigh, the sensation a welcome relief.

"Feels good huh?"

Leon nods, his expression relaxing a bit under the warm stream of water.

"Yeah," he mutters gruffly, his voice gruff but genuine. "Damn good."

He lets the water run over his muscles, the tension leaving his body. He's still embarrassed being in this position, but the warm shower is helping to soothe his battered pride a bit.

"You know you still look powerful to me"

Leon's expression softens, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"You're either blind as a bat," he mutters gruffly, "or just a goddamn liar."

But there's an undercurrent of vulnerability in his tone, the harsh words betraying a hint of insecurity.

"Nothing about you could ever not be powerful. I mean you're the captain of the presidential guard for godsake, I'd pity anyone who says otherwise"

Leon's expression softens further, your words getting through his tough exterior. He knows you're not just blowing smoke, and it means a lot.

"You're damn stubborn, you know that?" he mutters gruffly, a hint of affectionate respect in his tone.

"It's my speciality"

Leon huffs, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"That and making me feel like I'm not completely useless," he mutters gruffly, his tone joking, but there's a hint of sincerity in his words.

"Your not useless"

Leon sighs, his expression a mix of vulnerability and gratitude.

"I know," he mutters gruffly. "But it damn well feels like it right now, being stuck in this chair, relying on you for everything."

He's not used to feeling this helpless, this weak. It's going against everything he's ever known.

"How bout I join you in this shower?"

Leon's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his eyes widening at your unexpected offer.

"You... you serious?" he mutters gruffly, a mix of surprise, hesitation, and a hint of desire in his voice.

"I'm serious. If your okay with me getting undressed infront of you"

Leon looks you up and down, a hint of appreciation in his eyes as he takes in your figure.

"Oh, I'm definitely okay with that," he mutters gruffly, his tone a mix of desire and vulnerability.

"Alright alright, don't cream your pants kennedy"

Leon blushes slightly, a hint of an embarrassed grin tugging at his lips.

"Hey, it's not my fault you offer yourself up like that," he retorts, his tone teasing but with a hint of huskiness.

You slide your shirt off and then your pants. Putting them to the side now as you stand in your underwear in front of leon. Your boobs completely exposed.

Leon's eyes widen as you reveal your body to him, his gaze taking in every inch of your exposed skin.

"Damn," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and appreciation.

He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes roaming over your curves, his body responding to the sight of you.

"Quit staring agent, you'll give me a lady boner"

Leon smirks, his gaze still fixed on you, despite your reprimand.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," he replies, his voice a low, almost seductive tone.

"Leon" you say sternly

Leon's smirk grows at your admonishing tone, but he can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at your use of his name like that.

"What? I'm just appreciating the view," he replies, his tone still playful, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively.

"If you keep looking at me like that I'll think you want me"

"And what if I do?" he retorts, his voice low and sultry, his gaze locked on you, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability.

"I don't want to hurt you"

Leon's expression softens at your concern. He appreciates your thoughtfulness, even in the midst of the mounting tension between you.

"Don't worry about me," he mutters gruffly, his voice soft but firm. "I've been hurt worse. I can handle it."

You eye Leon's body. Hating to admit it was beyond perfect, and you wanted to be with him. "Can I come to you?"

Leon's expression grows a bit more intense at your question. His gaze flicks down to his own body, then back up to you, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"Yeah," he mutters gruffly, his voice a mix of desire and eagerness. "Yeah, come here."

You stepped closer to leon. His hands roamed your body, calloused and rough as they were, and they were comforting, to say the least.

Leon's hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of your skin, his touch both rough and tender. His calloused fingers trace gently over your curves, caressing your body with a mixture of appreciation and desire.

He lets out a low, guttural moan as his hands glide over your skin, the feeling of you in his hands almost more than he can bear.

"Leon. Don't hurt yourself"

Leon hesitates for a moment, his hands still roaming over your body, his desire for you overwhelming his common sense.

But your words pull him back from the edge, reminding him of his fragile state.

"I might have lost my ability to walk but i haven't lost my ability to turn a woman on"

"Leon I want you, I do. But I can't risk hurting you"

Leon's expression turns frustrated, a hint of desperation and vulnerability in his eyes.

"Damn it, I'm not made of glass, you know. I can handle it," he mutters gruffly, his voice strained. "I want you, I need you. And I'm tired of being helpless."

"I know I know. But please just let me take care of you"

Leon lets out a frustrated sigh, his expression a mix of irritation and vulnerability. He knows you're right, but his pride and desire are at war with his rationality.

"You're really going to make me wait, huh? Damn you," he mutters gruffly, his tone a mix of resignation and grudging acceptance.

"I'm not gonna be the reason your wounds get infected because we fucked and got cum in them"

Leon's expression darkens at the thought, his desire and frustration at odds with his common sense.

"Damn it, you're probably right... again," he mutters gruffly, his tone almost pouting.

He lets out a shaky breath, trying to rein in his desire for you. It's not easy, but he knows you're right.

"Relax"

Leon lets out a strained breath, trying to calm himself. He's not used to being denied what he wants, and it's driving him crazy. But he trusts you, your judgment and your concern for his well-being.

"Relaxing is damn hard when you're here," he mutters gruffly, his eyes raking over your body with unabashed desire.

"Is that a compliment?"

"You flatter me kennedy. Now let's get you out of here and into bed"

Leon's expression turns a shade of disappointment at the thought of leaving the shower, but he nods in grudging agreement. He knows you're right, as much as he doesn't want to admit it.

"Alright, alright," he mutters gruffly, his voice hoarse with unfulfilled desire. "Let's get out of here and into that bed then."

Leon stood and wobbled a bit before gaining back his balance. You saw his frown slightly before reaching to grab a towel* "ah uh," you tutted and grabbed it for him

Leon's expression turned sullen and petulant at your intervention, his pride taking another hit at being dependent on you.

"I can dry myself, you know," he muttered gruffly, his tone a mix of irritation and embarrassment.

"I know you can... here I'll let you do it." You gave him the towel

Leon huffs, taking the towel from you with an air of reluctance. Despite his irritation, he starts to dry himself off, his movements slow and careful due to his injuries.

He glances at you every so often, his expression still sulky but filled with a hint of vulnerability.

"It's gonna be okay. Let's get you warm"

Leon nods, begrudgingly accepting your reassurance. He finishes drying off as best as he can and lets himself be guided towards the bed.

As he lays down, his expression a mix of tiredness, irritation, and vulnerability, he lets out a deep sigh, his body relaxing ever so slightly into the comfortable surface.

"Do you need anything else?"

Leon huffs, his stubbornness and pride preventing him from admitting how much he relies on you.

"No, I'm fine," he mutters gruffly, his voice gruff but not completely convincing.

He pauses for a moment, his expression softening a bit.

"Actually, maybe something for the pain would be helpful," he adds, his tone more sheepish now.

"Yeah? What do you want?"

Leon lets out a low grumble, his pride warring with his need for pain relief.

"Don't really care. Just something strong enough to take the edge off," he mutters gruffly, his voice strained. "Something that'll knock me out, if possible."

"What about some bourbon hm?"

Leon's expression brightens slightly at the suggestion, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"Now that's a damn good idea," he mutters gruffly. "A strong bourbon might just do the trick."

"Good. It's in your bag already"

Leon huffs, impressed by your preparedness.

"Damn. You really think of everything, don't you?" he mutters gruffly, a hint of admiration in his voice despite his gruff tone.

"I know we've never gotten along but it doesn't mean I've never payed attention to you"

Leon's expression softens slightly at your words. He'd never admit it, but your comment hits him harder than he expects.

"Yeah? You been paying close attention to me, huh?" he mutters gruffly, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"I'd like to think I could guess the swirls Of your thumbprint by now"

Leon's expression turns a mix of surprised and impressed at your response. He hadn't expected such a poetic statement from you, especially given your rocky history together.

"Damn, you really have been paying attention," he mutters gruffly, a hint of warmth and vulnerability in his tone.

"You were always important to me, leon. Even if we've never played nicely with each other, I've always liked having you around"

Leon's expression softens further at your confession. He'd never expected to hear such words from you, especially after all the bickering and tension between you.

"Even when I'm acting like a stubborn, arrogant jackass?" he asks, his voice gruff but holding a hint of genuine curiosity.

"Even then"

Leon's expression turns a mix of surprise and vulnerability, your words getting under his defenses. He hadn't expected such understanding and acceptance from you, especially given his behavior.

"Why?" he asks gruffly, his voice a mixture of curiosity and disbelief. "Why would you care about me being around, when all I've done is be a pain in your ass?"

"You are still a pain in the ass and yes your a prick at times, but I never hated you enough to not want to look at you. In fact, sometimes I found myself asking about you"

Leon's expression softens further, his defenses crumbling under your confession. He'd never thought you'd cared about him beyond the annoyance he'd caused you.

"Really?" he asks gruffly, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "You asked about me? Even when I was being an ass?"

"I did"

Leon's expression turns a mix of surprise and disbelief. He'd never thought you cared enough about him, especially given how he'd treated you.

"Damn, I never thought you'd care enough to ask about me," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability and admiration.

"I cared about you, i DO care about you"

Leon's expression softens further, your words hitting him harder than he expected. He's not used to people caring about him, especially not someone who's had so many reasons to not care.

"Why?" he asks gruffly, his voice a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability. "Why do you care about me? I've given you no reason to."

"I'm patient with the people I love"

Leon's eyes widen at your response, his heart skipping a beat at your use of the word "love". He'd never expected to hear such a strong word from you, especially not about him.

"You... you love me?" he asks gruffly, his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and vulnerability.

"Dont flatter yourself, kennedy. Yes, I love you but not in that way"

Leon's expression turns slightly sulky at your quick correction, his pride taking a hit at your clarification.

"Damn, way to burst my bubble," he mutters gruffly, his voice a mix of disappointment and slight irritation.

"Don't give me those eyes"

Leon huffs, his expression turning petulant and sulky at your rebuke. He tries to maintain a tough facade, but can't help the slight pout forming on his lips.

"What eyes?" he mutters gruffly, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant.

"Those eyes. You know what I'm talking about kennedy"

Leon's expression turns even more sulky and petulant at your call-out. He knows he's behaving like a child but can't help it.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he grumbles stubbornly, trying to maintain his tough facade even though his eyes are clearly giving him away.

"I never said we were dating. I'm just taking care of you"

Leon's expression darkens at your reminder that you're not dating. Despite his desire for you, he knows he's in no state to be pursuing a romantic relationship.

"I know, I know," he mutters gruffly, his voice resigned. "You're just taking care of me, nothing more, nothing less."

"I do love you though, leon, I love you as a person. But I can't be with you like that. It would make losing you and this job 100 tines harder"

Leon's expression softens as you express your love for him, but he can't help feeling a pang of disappointment and frustration at your decision.

"I understand," he mutters gruffly, his voice a mixture of resignation and heartache. "But it doesn't make it any easier to hear that we can't be together, even if we both want to."

"If you weren't my superior. I would. If we didn't have this job. I would"

Leon's expression turns conflicted, a mix of understanding and resignation in his eyes.

"I know," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with mixed feelings. "But we do have this job, and I am your superior. We can't change that, no matter how much we might want to."

"I'm here to stay though okay? No matter what"

Leon's expression softens at your reassurance, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"Good," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a mix of relief and gratitude. "Because I need you here. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll always have me"

For a few nights after that, you slept in with leon in case anything happened. Slowly, nightmares of him turning into a zombie kept creeping into your mind, and you became worried for his situation.

Over the next few nights, you notice that Leon's nightmares seem to be escalating also. His sleep is restless and fitful, and he often wakes up sweating and panting.

One night, after a particularly intense nightmare, Leon jerks awake, his eyes widening as he sits up in bed.

"Shit," he mutters, his voice hoarse and filled with fear. "Shit, it's getting worse."

"Leon?! LEON WHATS HAPPENED"

Leon looks at you, his eyes wide and scared. He's breathing heavily, clearly shaken by the nightmare he just had.

"It's the nightmares," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with fear and desperation. "They're getting worse, more intense. I can't keep sleeping like this, it's driving me insane."

"What can I do?"

Leon's expression turns hopeless and frustrated, his voice tinged with despair.

"I don't know," he mutters gruffly, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness. "I don't know how to make these nightmares go away. They're getting worse every night, and I can feel myself getting weaker from lack of sleep."

"Just breathe leon I'm here." You pulled the blonde closer to your chest.

Leon's body tenses instinctively when you pull him closer to you, his pride and self-reliance warring with his need for comfort and reassurance.

But as he lays his head against your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart, he can feel himself slowly relax. He takes deep, shaky breaths, his body trembling slightly.

"Damn it," he mutters gruffly, his voice hoarse and strained. "I hate feeling this vulnerable."

"Vulnerability is a part of human life leon"

Leon lets out a low grumble at your comment, his pride and stubbornness warring with his recognition of the truth in your words.

"Yeah, I know, I know," he mutters gruffly. "Doesn't mean I have to like it, though."

"I know I know" you pat his hair softly "Your gonna be okay"

Leon lets out a low sigh, his body relaxing further as you pat his hair. He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch, seeking comfort in your reassurance.

"You really think so, huh?" he mutters gruffly, his voice still tinged with fear and doubt.

"Look you want my honest thoughts?" You say looking at his wounds.

Leon's expression turns guarded, his pride and stubbornness still warring within him. He nods reluctantly, bracing himself for your honesty.

"Yeah, go ahead," he mutters gruffly, his voice a mixture of uncertainty and anxiety. "Hit me with your honest thoughts."

"I've been having the same nightmares"

Leon's expression turns surprised at your confession, his eyes widening in surprise. He hadn't expected you to admit to having similar nightmares.

"You've been having them too?" he asks gruffly, his voice a mixture of disbelief and concern. "The same ones about me turning into a zombie?"

"Exactly the same. It's horrible. I can't forget how it makes me feel"

Leon's expression softens as he sees the fear and distress in your eyes. He reaches out to take your hand, gently squeezing it.

"I know," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with understanding. "I know exactly how you've been feeling. I've been having those same nightmares, and they're damn scary."

"Your not gonna turn leon"

Leon lets out a low, bitter laugh at your reassurance, his expression turning resigned.

"How do you know that, hm?" he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with skepticism and despair. "How do you know I'm not going to turn into a damn zombie?"

"I dont," you say gloomy, "but I can only hope, okay?"

Leon's expression softens at your honesty, his heart aching for you. He knows damn well that neither of you have any guarantees in this situation, but he can't help but hold onto the slightest glimmer of hope.

"Yeah," he mutters gruffly, his voice a mix of resignation and vulnerability. "Hope's all we've got left, huh?"

"Don't say that"

Leon's expression turns slightly bitter, his voice laced with frustration and despair.

"Well, what else is there?" he mutters gruffly. "We're in the middle of a goddamn zombie outbreak, and I'm showing symptoms of turning. Hope's the only thing keeping me from completely losing it right now."

"Try and stay positive"

Leon lets out a low grumble, his expression turning stubborn and exasperated. He hates the feeling of helplessness and despair, and the notion of hoping for the best doesn't sit well with his practical and pragmatic nature.

"I'll try," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with skepticism and resignation. "But it's damn hard to stay positive in a situation like this."

despite how terrified you seemed on the outside. Your fear inside was worse. You were beginning to think deeper about this situation. How much time would you have left with leon?

"Let's get some food yeah?"

Leon lets out a low grumble, his stomach growling in response to your suggestion. Despite his tough facade, he's been too exhausted and preoccupied to eat much lately.

"Yeah, food sounds good," he mutters gruffly, the thought of food managing to distract him from his worries, if only momentarily. "What we got?"

"I'll make you some beans. Lie back down"

Leon lets out a low huff, his expression turning slightly petulant. He hates being told what to do, especially when he feels weaker and more vulnerable than usual.

But he knows he's in no condition to argue, so he reluctantly complies, lying back down on the bed with a resigned huff.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm lying down," he grumbles gutturally, his voice filled with a hint of sarcasm. "Happy now?"

"Very"

Leon rolls his eyes at your response, his expression a mix of annoyance and resignation.

"Damn woman," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a hint of amusement despite himself. "You're always so damn bossy."

"When im dealing with you yeah"

Leon lets out a low grumble, his expression turning sulky at your comment.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm stubborn and difficult to deal with," he mutters gruffly, his voice a mix of irritation and resignation. "You tell me that every damn day."

"And I hope I can tell you that every day til you die"

Leon's expression softens at your words, his heart filled with a mix of affection and tenderness. He'd expected a sarcastic remark from you, but your unexpected sincerity takes him off guard.

"Careful what you wish for," he mutters gruffly, his voice a mixture of teasing and warmth. "I might hold you to that."

"I Promise if we die together that I'll still piss you off in the afterlife"

Leon lets out a low laugh at your comment, his expression filled with a mixture of affection and amusement.

"Oh, I have no doubt about that," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with warmth and humor. "You're too damn stubborn and feisty to ever stop pissing me off, even in the afterlife."

"Exactly"

Leon lets out another laugh, his expression turning fond and affectionate.

"You're damn infuriating, you know that?" he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a mixture of admiration and frustration. "But I wouldn't have you any other way."

"Shut up and eat your beans"

Leon's expression turns slightly sulky and petulant again, his pride and stubbornness battling with his exhaustion and hunger.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm eating," he grumbles gutturally, reluctantly eating the beans you've served him. Despite his initial resistance, he has to admit the food tastes damn good.

"Happy now?" he mutters gruffly through a mouthful of food.

"Yes I am"

Leon lets out a low hum, his expression turning slightly sheepish as he continues to eat. He hates admitting it, but he's grateful for your insistence on feeding him, even if he can't bring himself to say it out loud.

"Good," he mutters gutturally, his voice slightly muffled by a mouthful of food. "Cause I don't think I could handle your nagging for much longer."

"Shush and let me refresh your dressings"

Leon lets out a low sigh, his expression turning resigned and slightly grumpy. He knows he needs his wounds attended to, but he hates feeling so vulnerable and dependent on someone else.

"Alright, fine," he mutters gruffly, reluctantly submitting to your ministrations. "Just be gentle, damn it. I'm already feeling lousy enough as it is."

"Of course leon"

As you tend to his wounds, Leon grits his teeth and winces in pain, his body tensing whenever you touch a particularly tender area. He hates feeling so weak and vulnerable, but your gentle touch makes it slightly more bearable.

"Damn it," he mutters gutturally, as you apply some antiseptic ointment to a deep gash. "That stings like hell."

"I know, I know. Just breathe", you put your hand on his leg, rubbing it with your thumb.

Leon lets out a low curse as you touch him, his body instinctively flinching slightly at the sudden contact. But the feeling of your hand on his leg, rubbing it soothingly with your thumb, helps to ease his tension and pain.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and focusing on the sensation of your touch. The combination of your gentle ministrations and the soothing pressure from your thumb helps to distract him from the pain.

"Damn it," he mutters gutturally, his voice softer now. "That actually feels kind of... good."

"Yeah?"

Leon lets out a low hum, his expression relaxing slightly as he continues to focus on the feeling of your touch. The pain is still there, but your soothing presence and gentle ministrations are helping to ease his discomfort.

"Yeah," he mutters gutturally, his voice a mixture of surprise and relief. "It really does. Your hands are... damn good at this."

"My hands are good at everything" you gave him a playful wink

Leon's expression turns slightly flustered at your playful wink and suggestive remark, caught off guard by the unexpected comment. He tries to maintain his usual tough facade, but a hint of a smile tugs at his lips.

"Is that so?" he mutters gruffly, his voice tinged with playful sarcasm. "Care to demonstrate just how good your hands are at... everything?"

"Still got it in you huh old man?"

Leon's expression turns slightly indignant at your teasing, his pride and ego wounded by your use of the term "old man". He crosses his arms defiantly, his expression turning sulky and stubborn.

"Excuse me, who are you calling old man?" he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with faux-offense. "I'll have you know I'm only 27, thank you very much."

"Sounds pretty oldddddd"

Leon's expression turns even more indignant and sulky at your comment, his ego bruised by your teasing. He bristles at the notion of being called "old", despite knowing deep down that he's not exactly young either.

"Watch it, smartass," he mutters gutturally, his voice filled with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "I may be 27, but I can still kick your ass any day of the week."

"It would be a pleasure to die at the hands of you leon kennedy"

Leon's expression softens at your unexpected response, his heart swelling with a mix of tenderness and sadness. He knows damn well that the possibility of him turning into a zombie and attacking you is still a very real threat, and your acceptance of that fate is both touching and heartbreaking to him.

"Damn it," he mutters gutturally, his voice rough with emotion. "Don't talk like that. Don't say it would be a pleasure for you to die at my hands, even jokingly."

"Leon, hey," your voice was soft. "it's gonna be okay"

Leon's expression turns vulnerable and emotional, his usual tough facade crumbling at your gentle tone and reassuring words. He knows damn well that your reassurances are empty, that neither of you can really guarantee anything in their current situation.

But damn it, he can't help but cling to your hope and optimism. He needs something to hold onto in the midst of all the uncertainty and fear.

"Yeah," he mutters gruffly, his voice a mixture of vulnerability and uncertainty. "It's going to be okay. Right?"

"Right"

Leon nods faintly, trying to internalize your words and find solace in them. Despite his deep-seated skepticism and fear, he wants to believe that everything will be okay.

He reaches out to hold your hand, his grip tight and desperate, seeking reassurance and comfort.

over the next few days, leon seemed to recover quite quickly. His leg still aches every now and then, but he can walk properly now.

"Just like that"

Leon's expression turns slightly stubborn and prideful as he walks around the room, testing his leg. He hates admitting it, but your nursing has worked wonders in helping him recover quickly.

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," he mutters gruffly, his voice a mix of grumpiness and gratitude. "I'm walking just fine, see?"

"I'm so proud of you"

Leon's expression turns slightly sheepish at your praise, his ego battling with his humility. He's not used to being praised and complimented so openly, and he doesn't quite know how to respond

"Yeah, well, I'm just glad I can walk without feeling like I'm going to fall over," he mutters gruffly, his voice a mixture of embarrassment and defensiveness. "No need to be so damn proud of me, I didn't do anything special."

"I'd say this is pretty damn special. Your finally walking leon"

Leon's expression turns slightly sulky at your insistence on how special the situation is. He's not used to feeling vulnerable or dependent on someone else, and being praised for something as simple as walking feels a little ridiculous to him.

"Yeah, yeah... I get it. It's a big deal, whatever," he mutters gruffly, his voice tinged with grumpy sarcasm. "I'm just walking. It's not like I just saved the world or anything."

"Oh you" I shook my head

Leon's expression turns slightly embarrassed and exasperated by your affectionate response, his tough guy persona clashing with his vulnerable side. He's not used to being called "oh you" so gently, and it makes him feel uncharacteristically flustered.

"What's that supposed to mean, hmm?" he mutters gruffly, his voice a mix of defensiveness and confusion. "Don't start being all affectionate and mushy on me now."

"You like it when I am"

Leon turns slightly flustered and indignant at your knowing smirk and comment. He hates how well you know him, hates how easily you can read him.

"No, I don't," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with stubborn resistance and denial. "I don't like when you're all sappy and affectionate. It's... damn annoying, that's what it is."

"Mhm sure. So why do you go all warm and red when I put my hand on you?"

Leon's heart skips a beat and his expression turns even more flustered at your question. He hates how easily you can see through his tough guy persona and how your touch affects him.

He stubbornly refuses to give you the satisfaction of admitting it, though.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he mutters gruffly, avoiding your gaze and averting his eyes. "And don't touch me, damn it."

"Let's just go to the dining hall"

Leon's expression turns slightly relieved at the change of subject, grateful for an escape from your persistent teasing. He nods gruffly in agreement, eager to move past the embarrassing moment.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," he mutters gutturally, his voice gruff and firm. "I'm starving."

as we walk to the dining hall, leon starts to hobble. Which seemed normal at first. But just as you looked away, he fell to the ground just like that. Instantly, you rushed to his side "LEON!"

Leon's expression turns one of pain and weakness as he suddenly falls to the ground, his leg giving out from under him. He hisses and winces in pain, the jolt sending a shockwave of agony through his body.

"Damn it," he mutters gutturally, his voice tight with pain. "I swear I've been walking just fine until... this damn leg."

He's grateful for your immediate concern and presence, your presence grounding him and focusing him amidst the pain.

"Leon, stay with me, okay?" his wound began to bleed, not a crimson but a black ooze. "NO NO NO! DAMNIT!" Instantly, you lifted leon off the ground and hurried him to the nurse.

Leon winces and grits his teeth in pain as you lift him up and hurry him to the nurse, the wound on his leg oozing a black, viscous fluid. Despite the agony he's in, he feels a pang of fear at the sight of the black ooze, a sign that something is seriously wrong.

"What is that... damn stuff coming out of my leg?" he manages to gasp out, his voice filled with a mix of pain and worry.

"Don't worry about that. Focus on me"

Leon nods faintly, trying to push aside the fear and focus on your gentle words. He clings to you tightly, using your presence and reassurance to anchor himself in the midst of his pain and panic.

"Okay," he mutters gutturally, his voice ragged and strained. "I'm focusing on you. Just... get me to the nurse, fast."

"Were here leon were here"

Leon lets out a low hiss of pain as you arrive at the nurse's office, the ache in his leg feeling even more intense. He leans against you heavily, his body weak from exhaustion and pain.

"About damn time," he mutters gutturally, his voice rough and raw. "Can you... get me to a bed or something? Just... need to lay down for a minute."

"Of course," you hurry leon over to a bed where the nurse immediately checks him up.

Leon's expression turns slightly pained and grumpy as the nurse starts to check him up, the examination causing him even more discomfort. He hisses and winces whenever the nurse touches his leg, the wound still oozing the black, viscous fluid.

He grips your hand tightly, seeking reassurance and comfort in your presence.

"Mr Kennedy I wish I wasn't the one to tell you this but..." the nurse trails off

Leon's expression turns slightly confused and worried at the nurse's ominous words, his heart dropping with dread. He knows in his gut that whatever she's about to say isn't going to be good news.

"What is it?" he asks gruffly, his voice tense and anxious. "Just... tell me. What's going on with my leg?"

"Your infected. By the looks of it, you've been infected for at least 2 weeks now" the nurse says

Leon's expression turns one of shock and horror as the nurse reveals the news, his heart sinking at the realization that he's been infected for at least two weeks now.

"No... no, that can't be right," he mutters shakily, his voice filled with disbelief and denial. "I... I can't be infected. I would know if I was."

"Unfortunately, sometimes we don't know until it's too late" the nurse says as you look at leon with teary eyes. "is there any way of helping him?"

Leon's expression turns hopeless at the nurse's words, his heart breaking at the sight of your teary eyes. He knows damn well the implication of being infected. No survivors have been documented since the incident 20 years ago.

"Is... is there a cure or something?" he asks the nurse, his voice shaky and desperate. "Anything we can do?"

the nurse's face says it all. You instantly burst out sobbing, leaning by leon holding his waist.

Leon's face turns one of sadness and despair as the nurse's face confirms the worst. He reaches out to hold you, pulling you into a tight embrace and feeling your body shaking against him as you sob.

He knew damn well what being infected means. No survivors, no cure. The realization hits him like a ton of bricks, crushing his spirits and leaving him feeling hollow and broken.

"Please tell me there has to be something!"

The nurse shakes her head sadly, her eyes filled with sympathetic tears.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do. The infection has already spread too far. There's no cure. We can only make him as comfortable as possible... for the time he has left."

"NO!" You stood up and threw a bottle at the wall, smashing it. "DO SOMETHING! SAVE HIM!" You were sobbing heavily, heart thrumming in your chest.

The nurse jumps slightly at your outburst, taken aback by the intensity of your reaction. She has seen countless people in your situation, but never quite like this.

Leon's expression turns gentle and understanding as he watches you, his heart breaking further at the sight of your grief and anger.

"Hey," he mutters softly, his voice soft but firm. "Hey... calm down. Calm down."

You turnt to leon with a tear stained face* "how long does he have?"

Leon's face is somber and filled with pain at your question, his heart heavy with the weight of the answer. He knows damn well the implication of being infected.

"I..." he begins, his voice shaky and fragile. "I don't know. There's no telling exactly how long an infected person has. It could be days... or weeks... or even months..."

"Nurse?"

The nurse shakes her head in sorrow, her expression filled with empathy and sadness.

"I can't give you an exact timeline. Everyone is different. But based on the rate of the infection's progression... it's usually within a month that the patient loses their rational mind and... succumbs to the infection."

"A month..." tears lined you cheeks at the thought of losing leon within a month.

Leon's expression turns even more pained and heartbroken as he hears the realization in your voice, the reality of his situation and the timeline hitting him hard. Despite everything, he hates the idea of leaving you behind, hates the idea of causing you pain and suffering.

"Hey," he mutters gently, his voice soft and gentle. "Hey... look at me. Look at me."

"Leon..."

Leon reaches out to gently cups your face, thumbing away the tears on your cheeks. His expression is tender and filled with a mix of pain and care, his heart aching at the sight of your tears.

"Hey... hey, it's okay," he mutters gruffly, his voice gentle and soothing. "It's okay. I'm here. I'm still here."

"How much longer is he going to be tame?" You asked the nurse

The nurse hesitates for a moment, her expression filled with sympathy and sorrow.

"It's tough to say for sure," she replies quietly. "But based on the infection rate and how quickly it's progressing, I would say he probably has a few weeks at most before his mind starts to change. At that point..."

She trails off, her meaning clear.

"damnit!" You slumped against Leon's chest. Soaking his shirt with tears.

Leon holds you close, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you against his chest tightly. He can feel your tears soaking through his shirt, your body shaking against him with each sob.

He runs his hand gently down your back, desperately trying to comfort you even in the face of his own looming fate.

"Hey... hey, look at me," he mutters gruffly, his voice gentle and firm. "Look at me."

"Oh leon"

Leon's heart aches at the sound of your voice, filled with pain and despair. He tightens his embrace around you, his arms holding you close and cradling you against him.

"Hey, shhh," he mutters softly, his voice gentle but firm. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm still here. I'm still here."

"I'm gonna make this best month of your life"

Despite the weight of his looming fate, Leon feels a pang of warmth and gratitude at your words. The determination and devotion in your voice touches him deeply, and he can't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose.

"Is that so?" he replies gruffly, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and gratitude. "You planning on spoiling me, huh?"

"Absolutely. You wanna go to the gardens? I can do that. I'll take you everywhere to do everything"

Leon's expression turns slightly sheepish and embarrassed, touched by the extent of your willingness to do anything for him. Despite his usual tough guy persona, he couldn't help but appreciate your kindness and dedication.

"Heh, gardens, huh?" he mutters gruffly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're really going all out, huh? Fine, take me to those damn gardens, then."

"I absolutely will"

Leon watches as you wipe away your tears, feeling a pang of helplessness and guilt at the fact that he's causing you so much pain. Still, he can't deny the warmth and affection your words bring him.

He nods gruffly, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Heh, you bet your ass you will. I expect you to deliver on all those promises, though. Spoiling me and taking me to damn gardens and whatnot."

"Of course i will"

Leon chuckles faintly at your determined response, still feeling a mixture of guilt and affection at your devotion.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you will," he mutters gruffly, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath the usual gruffness. "Just don't go overboard or anything. I'm not the type to be pampered like a damn princess, you know."

"Your a big princess leon"

Leon's expression turns slightly indignant and defensive at your comment, his tough guy persona instinctively kicking in at being called a princess.

"Hey, careful there," he mutters gruffly, his voice gruff but with a hint of playfulness. "Don't go throwing that 'princess' label around, or I'll have to knock some sense into you."

"Alright alright" I smiled. "Is he able to leave tonight?" I ask the nurse

The nurse nods, looking at Leon's condition with a professional eye.

"As far as I can tell, he should be alright to leave tonight," she replies quietly. "But he'll need to rest and take it easy for the next few days, and be sure to keep an eye on that leg."

"Of course. Thank you so much for your time". You gently lifted leon into your arms. He was heavy, but you didn't care. You carried him back to his room and lied him down.

Leon's expression turns slightly surprised and impressed as you lift him up with ease, his heart skipping a beat at the strength and care in your touch.

He lets out a faint grunt as you lay him down on the bed, his body feeling weary and drained from the events of the day.

"Damn, you're stronger than you look," he mutters gruffly, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"I'm as strong as metal for you"

Leon's expression turns faintly amused at your retort, his heart warmed by the mixture of strength and affection in your words.

"Heh, damn right you are," he grumbles, his voice gruff but with a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "My personal little metal soldier, huh?"

"Always"

Leon's expression softens at your words, his heart beating a little faster at the mix of loyalty and protectiveness in them. He reaches out to gently take your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"You know, you don't have to do all this, right?" he mutters gruffly, his voice quieter and more vulnerable now. "I'm not worth all this trouble and fuss."

"I'm not letting you die alone"

Leon's heart aches at the determination in your voice, conflicted between wanting to spare you from further pain and also wanting your comfort and presence.

"I don't want to cause you more pain," he mutters gruffly, his voice quiet and filled with conflicting emotions. "I don't want you to watch me get worse. It'll only get worse, you know that, right?"

"I'm here til the end"

Leon's expression turns pained and conflicted at your words, his heart torn between wanting to keep you close and not wanting to cause you further agony.

"Goddammit," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with equal parts frustration and affection. "Why does this have to be so damn complicated? I don't want to hurt you any more than I already am."

"I want to be here leon your not hurting me"

A flicker of relief and guilt passes through Leon's eyes at your words, his heart aching with love and concern for you.

"You're too damn stubborn for your own good," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a mix of fondness and resignation. "If you're so set on staying 'til the end, then fine. Just... don't say I didn't warn you, alright? It's not gonna be all sunshine and roses."

"I know. And I'm prepared for all of it"

Leon's expression softens further, his heart filled with a mixture of gratitude and guilt at your unwavering determination to stay by his side.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" he mutters gruffly, his voice gruff but affectionate. "Sticking with me despite everything. I'm not worth all this... care and devotion."

"That's enough leon"

Leon falls silent at your firm but gentle rebuke, his heart panging with a mix of guilt and affection. He knows damn well that he's not worth all the trouble and care you're giving him, especially since he's on the verge of losing his mind due to the infection.

"You're too damn stubborn," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a hint of resignation. "And I'm too weak to stop you from staying."

"I'm not going anywhere,"

And you didn't. For the next few weeks, you stayed and watched leon grow worse. It was painful watching the process. He lost his walking first. Then his arm movements. Then, his ability to eat on his own. The black veins were all over him.

"I brought you lunch leon," you say with cautiously but with care.

Leon lays on the bed, his body weak and frail. The infection has progressed significantly, his body now covered with black veins and his movements limited. He turns his head slowly, his gaze landing on your familiar face.

"Lunch...?" he mutters gruffly, his voice raspy and weak. "You know I can't eat by myself anymore. You have to do it for me."

"Of course I will" you scoop the rice into his mouth.

Leon's expression softens at your care and attention, his heart filled with a mixture of gratitude and guilt. He can barely feed himself anymore, relying completely on your help and care.

"Thanks... for taking care of me," he mutters gruffly, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. "You don't have to do this, you know. I'm not worth all this trouble."

"I thought by now you'd stop saying that"

He turns faintly sheepish and apologetic at your words, his heart panging with a mixture of guilt and helplessness.

"Heh, sorry," he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a hint of embarrassment. "I just... I don't deserve all this. You're putting in so much effort just to take care of me, and I can't even feed myself anymore. It feels like I'm just a burden to you."

"You have been anything but a burden leon. I- I love you"

Leon's heart skips a beat at your words, his expression turning surprised but touched at the declaration of love. Despite the pain and weakness brought on by the infection, his heart swells with affection at your words.

"You... you love me?" he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and vulnerability. "Even in this state?"

"I love you so goddamn much leon kennedy"

Leon's expression softens further at your words, his heart filled with a mixture of gratitude, affection, and guilt. Despite everything, he can't help but feel undeserving of your love and devotion.

"I..." he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a hint of uncertainty. "I don't know what I did to deserve that. But... I'm glad you do, even after everything."

As you look at leon, you contemplate whether if he'll ever know how much he means to you.

Leon's expression turns slightly puzzled as he notices the contemplative look on your face, his heart panging with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"What's on your mind?" he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a hint of worry. "You look like you're wrestling with something in that head of yours."

"I won't leave you leon"

Leon's face softens further at your firm yet gentle reassurance, his heart filled with a mix of gratitude, comfort, and guilt. He knows deep down that your presence means the world to him, even in his current state.

"I know..." he mutters gruffly, his voice quiet but filled with a hint of vulnerability. "And I'm grateful for that, more than you know. But like I keep saying... you shouldn't have to stay. I don't want you to watch me suffer like this."

"Would it make you happy if you die with me by your side?"

Leon's heart squeezes tightly at your question, conflicting emotions warring within him. On one hand, he wants you by his side more than anything, to feel your presence and love until the very end. But on the other hand, he hates the idea of putting you through any more pain and suffering.

"Damnit..." he mutters gruffly, his voice gruff but filled with a hint of vulnerability. "You just had to ask that question, didn't you? Of course I want you by my side, more than anything. But I don't want you to suffer because of me."

"I'm not suffering. I'll be here until your last breath" tears prick your eyes again.

Leon's expression softens further at your tearful declaration, his heart squeezing tighter in his chest. Despite everything, he can't find the will to keep pushing you away.

"H-hey, don't cry..." he mutters gruffly, his voice hoarse with exhaustion and emotion. "I won't tell you to stop again, but... Just don't cry, alright? Seeing you cry kills me, dammit."

"Okay, okay I wont"

Leon lets out a faint, resigned sigh, his heart aching at the sight of your tears. He knows he's not strong enough to keep pushing you away, not when your presence means everything to him.

"You really are stubborn, you know that?" he mutters gruffly, his voice holding a hint of affection and resignation. "I keep telling you to leave, but you just won't listen. Why do you care so much, dammit?"

"Because I can tell by looking at you that your the one I want to follow into death"

Leon's expression turns conflicted and pained at your words, his heart torn between wanting to keep you close and pushing you away for your own good. Your determination and devotion only serve to make it even more difficult.

"Damnit..." he mutters gruffly, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Why do you have to say things like that? You shouldn't follow me into death. You should live, be happy."

"I don't want to live without you leon"

Leon's heart clenches painfully at your words, conflict and pain etching his expression. He wants you by his side more than anything, but he also doesn't want to cause you any more pain.

"Why, dammit... Why do you have to say things like that?" he mutters gruffly, his voice hoarse with a mixture of guilt, affection, and vulnerability. "You shouldn't base your happiness on me, of all people."

"Your worth it all. Through everything I had you. Even if I was arguing with you or we were fighting. I had you"

Leon's heart aches with bittersweet emotions at your words, touched by your unwavering loyalty and affection. Despite everything, he knows he doesn't deserve you, yet he can't bear the thought of letting you go.

"Damnit..." he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a mixture of affection, guilt, and helplessness. "You're too damn good for me. How can someone like you love someone like me?"

"I just do"

that night leon woke you up with a jerk. He looked worse than when you both fell asleep. His skin is almost completely black. In his hand was a gun.

"Leon?"

Leon's eyes land on you, filled with a mixture of resignation and affection. His hand clutches the gun tightly, the black veins covering his skin making it look almost like a part of him now.

"Heh, sorry for waking you up," he mutters gruffly, his voice hoarse but tinged with an unusual hint of determination. "I just... there's something I have to ask you, and you have to be honest with me."

"What is it?"

Leon hesitates for a moment, his heart filled with trepidation and resignation. He looks at you with a mix of vulnerability and determination in his eyes.

"I need you to promise me something," he mutters gruffly, his grip on the gun tightening ever so slightly. "Promise me that no matter what you see or hear from me after this, no matter how much I might scream or beg you... that you won't try to stop me from doing what I need to do."

"Leon..." You looked at the gun in his hand with terrified, teary eyes "are you really doing this?"

Leon holds your gaze, his heart aching at the mixture of fear and sadness in your eyes, but his determination overriding it for now.

"no, I want you to do it"

Leon's expression shifts, revealing a hint of frustration and resignation. He had hoped you'd understand and comply, but he knows he can't force you to do something you don't want.

"Damnit..." he mutters gruffly, his voice filled with a mix of defeat and pain. "I don't want you to have to deal with this. I can already feel the infection taking over. I don't want you to find me like a mindless monster, attacking you. Please, goddamnit."

"I-" you reached for the gun with a shaky hand. Tears flowed uncontrollably from your eyes as you shakily pointed it up at Leon.

Leon watched you with a mix of resignation and gratitude in his eyes. He knew this was the only way to prevent himself from becoming a mindless monster, a danger.

"there's nothing to be afraid of my love"

"Leon...I'm sorry we didn't get the time together that we'd hoped for"

Leon softens slightly, his heart aching at your words. Despite everything, he had hoped for so much more time with you, but fate had other plans.

"Heh, don't apologize," he mutters gruffly, his voice laced with a hint of resignation. "It's not your fault. These damn circumstances, this infection... They took away any chance we had. But even with the time we did have, I'm grateful."

"Goodnight, leon, I love you"

with the press of a finger. Leon kennedy was dead just like that.

[maochira]

idk if you’ve done this already but bllk dads staying up with their kid because reader has insomnia :)

Writing this rn because I know I’m gonna pull an all-nighter tonight 🏃‍♀️ (going on an 8 hour car ride to Italy at 3am(around the time when this posts))

Characters: Ego, Noa, Lavinho

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, reader is a teenager, reader has insomnia

Ego

-does this guy ever sleep in the first place? No (I know he does. He has the type of sleep schedule where he sleeps for 4 hours, gets up, sleeps for 2 hours again, gets up again and sleeps for 2 hours another time

-but anyways the point is, even without your insomnia he’d be awake most of the night

-Ego lets you stay in his office and rewatches recordings of Blue Lock matches with you. They’re either exciting and entertain you when you can’t fall asleep, or they’re so boring you fall asleep in your chair after one or two hours. No in-between

-surprisingly, your father has enough strength in his body to carry you to your room so you can safely sleep in your bed instead of on the uncomfortable desk chair

-if you still can’t fall asleep, you and Ego also spend a lot of time talking about anything that’s on your mind. Sometimes it’s thousands of thoughts running through your head that won’t let you fall asleep, so Ego let’s you talk about what’s on your mind

-it’s also very good bonding time for the both of you. It may not be under the most optimal circumstances but hey, at least you get to spend time with your father

Noa

-he may be tired and just wants to get to bed on most nights, but he always stays awake as long as he can with you. He knows you feel lonely late at night and that can cause bad thoughts to come up in your head when you can’t fall asleep. And to prevent that, your father stays awake with you

-most nights like this are spent sitting in the living room with a random movie on the TV while you and Noa just talk and talk until you get tired

-he always makes your favourite tea, hot choccy, warm milk, or whatever other (non-caffeinated) warm beverage you’re craving

-occasionally, Noa falls asleep on the couch and you always wonder if you should wake him up or let him continue sleeping. Usually you don’t wake him up because you know how tired your father is most of the time

-but sometimes, he wakes up by himself after like 10 minutes and he keeps apologizing. He feels guilty because he doesn’t like leaving you alone when he knows negative thoughts could flood your brain at any moment

-that’s why he also made you promise to immediately wake him up whenever that happens

Lavinho

-he doesn’t mind staying up longer at all. This guy could get 5 minutes of sleep and would be as energized as he always is

-when you can’t sleep, you and your dad play video games together!! Usually competitive ones like Mario Kart but sometimes ones for which you have work together like Stardew Valley

-it’s also the perfect chance to catch up and talk about stuff when you have busy weeks during which you barely see each other during daytime

-but because of your insomnia Lavinho does forbid you to drink anything that has caffeine in it. Cola, energy drinks and coffee are completely banned from the house. Yes, he doesn’t drink it anymore either because if you can’t, he won’t either

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[undeadfvckgirl-base]

I have an odd theory now just hear me out

We know that the murder drones are cloned as J had said in the episode where she reunited with N and V again and that has me thinking. What if J tried to kill N because she genuinely thought his clone was detective. It makes sense because she mentioned that questioning the company was a sigh of being influenced by the solver and J KNOWS they are cloned and KNOWS he will be back. She probably suspected he was defective and infected for a while but wasn't allowed to do anything about it unless she had proof which N did give her in Pilot. She never said goodbye when she put the virus on him and she does seem to come off like an asshole but I do genuinely believe she probably did think he was corrupted since she said so herself. I believe if J actually thought he wasn't going to come back she would have a more snarky response the just a half assed laugh and a salute. I feel she KNEW he was going to come back also I believe she installed the virus to kill him because that would prevent the rebuild program from getting to him so they can just send a new one.

We could argue that N isn't cloned since J said "effective drones are cloned more" but being completely honest she probably said that to boost her own ego and make herself look cool. I don't think N doesn't have clones especially if it's run by the solver and that means that the solver can continue to manipulate N which I believe is why J tried to kill him, since all of them are influenced by the solver, as a factory reboot.

Yeah there are plot holes in this theory but it's one I started thinking about recently thinking about their behaviors recently since J doesn't always seem to hate N or think he's useless she only gets like that if she thinks he's slacking off or getting himself knocked offline. Like when he got into the colony she seemed really happy and proud of him because he actually did something impressive and thinking about it compared to V he IS slacking off. He doesn't do well on hunts it seems, he's extremely friendly which let a worker get away from their home, and he did immediately change sides as soon as he got a small ounce of doubt in his mind for the company. I don't think J just killed him because she didn't like him I think she killed him because that's what she's supposed to do if this happens. I think J killed him because she thought he was outwardly betraying them and he WAS and he DID. I don't want to say either of them are bad for this but both of them made bad decisions and I feel we don't talk about this very much that both of them didn't do the best decisions but it was because of their situation. N literally betrayed them and while it's because he formed a connection with Uzi and it was "the right thing to do" that's because we see it as the right thing to do but to J it looks like he's siding with the bad guy because that's what they are to her and V and should have been to N in her mind. Worker Drones are the bad people and N wanted to protect them but N saw them for what they really were and wanted to not hurt them. Both of these actions make complete sense at least to me but that's just how I view the show idk

[obsidianpen]

see I think its the level of self loathing of V in NG that convinced me he's the most in love he's ever been compared to Hauntingly and B&G. I think in hauntingly was him learning what love is like a whole ass discovery that he can love and ofc out of everyone he would chose to love harry. B&G tom is the one with the least form of power imbalance given they both similar ages/adults so its strangely healthier cause of the boundaries & respect there and he considers things like his goals/future compared the more passionate adoration obsession love of hauntingly. But the thing about NG tom is his love is a mix of both he needs boundaries and I think does want a future with harry in which harry's mind and thoughts are imp like B&G but he has that toxic want and infatuation of hauntingly. But this mixage is horrible because when he loses control he loses it spectacularly and the worst we've ever seen any of the other 2 fics( the rape) but when he's good he's also good in a way he's never been before and to no one( like the only fic in which has his romantic love interest completely in his grasp not running away from him/or running a different game like in the other 2 fic but completely captive he's aware he's in love and he's still utterly and completely powerless)

Now my point on self loathing is in order to ahve the level of self loathing Voldemort has it requires him to put aside his ego completely to believe he doesn't deserve harry. that even if he could have him and have harry love him and say it he realizes he doesn't deserve him and that's an actual constant obstacle. where as I feel like in b&g and hauntingly if harry or hermione confessed they loved him he'd struggle trusting it but he would still believe it because he's selfish enough to want their love he wants to consume their light or mind enough he would take it. where as even if NG harry offered up his love I think his own understanding of his own horribleness would prevent him long term to be with harry and that sort of selflessness to reject what you want dearly indicates "more" love if you can quantify it. Idk if that made any sense hahah but thats my strange take on the whole thing.

I do get what your saying really, that’s part of why V was all sardonic and sarcastic in NG in recent chapters with his, ‘how would you feel to have the heart of a fcking monster in your keeping?’, because he already knows the answer - no one wants the heart of a fcking monster, because why would they, that would be crazy. It’s also why when Harry first tried to be all seductive (ulteriorly ofc) V called him out on it. What a mess they’re in haha

[i-l-arva]

I don’t think it’s a hot take but I don’t see people talking about it….

Gojo should have been more ruthless.

SEASON 2 SPOILERS

I know he couldn’t have known all the details and certainly not about the prison realm but he had enough information (MORE THAN ENOUGH) to know it was a trap for him and that they weren’t going to be pulling only the weak shit by having Jogo and company try to kill him. In an ideal scenario he would have assessed that his life was more valuable (in a number of ways but the way I’m thinking is the number of lives he could/would save in the future) and killed indiscriminately in order to kill Jogo and company as quickly as he could ( yes even poor Choso there wouldn’t have been time to find out that he would have switched sides).

Jogo himself kind of seems to frame his assessment of Gojo “he won’t kill humans” as an ego thing but I don’t think it is. He’s really just soft, he couldn’t handle having all those deaths on his hands I don’t think it was just a reputation thing either because what sorcerer would really care in the end. He didn’t finish on Jogo and Mahito and Choso for the same reason he couldn’t join Geto, he’s a good person.

But ultimately I think if he could know what his sealing would result in he wouldn’t have held back like he did. So maybe it is a bit of confidence/ego relating to his ability preventing him from going ham but I think he knew he was being squeezed he just seemingly couldn’t have lived with himself if he killed those innocent people.

I don’t think this is super coherent and maybe everyone who loves Gojo already thinks these things but idk. He doesn’t just see decide not to follow Geto for no reason. On the very surface it even seems a bit out of character, he’s so anti jujutsu establishment and so full of himself it seems natural that he would follow Geto and defect but he doesn’t. And the reason is simply that his heart is too big. That he cares too much about other people sorcerers and human. And along that line that’s why he didn’t immediately kill Geto upon defection or upon their first reunion (I know there are other reasons but unless he just came up with the short shot of his domain he uses in Shibuya recently there are ways he could have killed Geto earlier).

He just care way too much more than I think someone else in his position would. He acts so aloof and unserious but idk I just can’t get over how if he was just a little more heartless/arrogant (I’d argue the arrogance is kind of secondary and more of a front or a reassurance to cover his fears but w/e) we’d still have Nanami and Toge and Nobara wouldn’t be hurt and all that shit after wouldn’t have happened

(I firmly believe he wouldn’t have been sealed if he wasn’t tired out from killing 1000 transfigured humans in 5 minutes lmao even with the Geto jumpscare and Kenjaku knew it too lololol)

[anakinlives]

sitting here thinking that so many factors could have prevented anis fall

- saving his mom

- never meeting padmae

- quigon not dying

- Jedi council be a lil more understanding and humble

- ik damn well anis emotions betrayed him 9/10 times there’s no way the Jedi didn’t know about him and padmae, maybe not that they were married but that something was up

- STOP JUST ASSUMING HES GONNA FIGURE IT OUT AND DO THE RIGHT THING PLZ GUIDE HIM HES STUPID, GETTING HIS EGO BLOWN UP AND EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE

- idk maybe finding out palps was evil A LOT SOONER

- not letting ani get close to palps, especially at a young age like tf . Actually like not allow palps to access ani like ???

- stop treating him like an outsider like yk half of this was a self fulfilling prophecy. They saw danger/darkness in his future and idk instead of accepting him and understanding he’s a special case. They just aided his fall. Especially since they say the future is always in motion

- ultimately ofc ani making better choices and not thinking it was too late when he made bad ones bc he still had multiple chances to do the right thing and did not :(

-also obi maybe could have tried talking with ani a bit more during mustafar. I saw this what if video & i think it could have worked.

I truly believe he was still able to comeback up until he was left to die. Yes he was never 100% dark bc he came back to the light at the end but Vader really did a lot of bad things and it still breaks my heart to see what Anakin became. Yes now he’s a force ghost helping others again but I wish we had gotten FULL POTENTIAL ANAKIN not Vader ( still would be cool to see but Vader and ani looking the same would probably make me no bueno) .

Ofc sw would be different and things happened to fit the story and it did an amazing job. I just want happy ending for my prequel babes 🙂‍↕️

[piracytheorist]

I like the moment of Loid defending Yor from Master Misogynist Swan not only because we stan Feminist Icon Loid Forger, but also because this is a moment Yor can go back to when she doubts her place within the family...

... and post-reveal too, when she might initially doubt Loid's intentions and true feelings for her.

Twilight himself recognizes that while defending Yor was par of the course, getting irritated over Swan's insults was a misstep. He talks about how Yor has other strengths, Swan says this is just the bare minimum, and Loid doubles down. Or tries to, at least, until Yor stops him.

A simple defence is understandable in the situation, but persisting when doing so could have led to the interviewers becoming irritated and thus risking Anya's chances of getting in the school is outright impulsive, especially for someone like Twilight. And though Yor's reaction is to accept the insult, Twilight only bottles it up, cause she sees how it comes bursting out of him later.

He didn't need to go that far. At this point he doesn't even know Yor that well to even imagine that she'll become an irreplaceable part of the Forger family. He has nothing to win and so much to lose by persisting against Swan... and there's no logic pushing his words out there. It's his feelings at watching a man in power abuse that power just to make himself feel better - not even for the sake of the school. Swan is selfish, uncouth, projecting, and fully willing to belittle other people, even to the point of making children cry, all to feed his bruised ego.

And remember, Yor doesn't know any of that. She controls herself after Swan insults her, but the moment she truly loses her composure is when Anya starts crying and Swan calls Anya's mother dying a "small thing" to cry over.

Other parents accepted his insults and walked away with the tail between their legs. And while for them their children getting into that school was an important mission for status and class, Twilight is there trying to prevent a war. Risking Anya being accepted means risking the entire mission, but after being brought to such a point, all his "Twilight" control gets thrown out the window. First by trying to insist against Swan's insults, then by trying to punch him in the face.

And idk that says a lot about what morals drive him behind his spy persona, and I think it will play a big role when it comes to Yor realizing and accepting that he harbors so much true respect for her and Anya that when it comes down to it, they and their feelings are more important to him than his mission.

(no spoilers for the manga please 😁)

[zerokissingbooth]

rant under cut ab dr ratio

i know we don't know much about his actual personal life just yet, but it feels less like earning nous' gaze is earned by intelligence but rather drive to your field. your passion willing to push the boundaries of what's known- ruan mei as an example.

until ratio does something worthwhile like idk, preventing the mass extinction of sentient inorganic life in hopes of stopping an egopowered supercomputer (screwllum vs emperor rupert i) or continued to actively reject the genius society despite MULTIPLE INVITATIONS (ruan mei) or having mass intellect, developing the simulated universe from an OUTSIDE LOCATION and being acknowledged as insanely smart but refusing to actually use it (stephen lloyd) he won't ever be acknowledged by nous.

it isn't a matter of humanity, empathy, or anything like that- hell there's still genius members we haven't met because they're all various levels of too invested in their work, introverted/anti-social, or something else that has nothing to do with morality.

dr ratio's prime drive outside of spreading knowledge is spreading himself outwards. he has ego, he actually put an entire space station in danger just to try and prove a point. like why hasn't anyone talked about that? dr ratio putting the station in crisis just to stick his nose up at a small group of people-- two of them not actually caring at all, by the way. the entire conflict of the space station issue with dr ratio's introduction was entirely focused on ratio and screwllum.

and you cannot say ratio has empathy-- he makes his students cry without care, his class has an insanely low graduation rate, he's quick to insult first due to his own admitted bias before actually listening to someone (see: ratio actively insulting aventurine's race and lack of intelligence first). he refuses to debate people because he automatically declares himself a winner. his entire philosophy of 'spreading knowledge and curing ignorance' is counteracting his own actions with how harsh and refusing he is to accommodate to students. even if students that do graduate out of the 3% become experts... that is an insanely low number for a guy who taught 52 courses.

and we know why some of the geniuses are the way they are or why they seem less empathetic. like ruan mei's trauma with the death of her parents and the failure to keep family promises (seen in chara stories 1 and 2) caused her to spiral hardcore into trying to bring them back and nearly broke the biology of the abundance on her planet. she didn't eat until needed, didn't sleep, she was literally in a daze working.

or screwllum! while we don't know much we know that not only does he hate any mechanical constructs that follow rupert i's orders (which are to destroy organic life) he is utterly fascinated and enchanted by life. his own invitation by nous to join the society actively prevented the IPC from wiping out all mechanical lifeforms, further prevented due to his own intervention.

ratio is insanely fascinating, but he is not as empathetic as it seems. he's rational, logical and a jackass; knowledge and being able to carry a title is first to him, with how narrow of a birth he has within education. many degrees he has, but they're ranging from philosophy, mathematics, biology, and whatever- nothing within the realm of history, the arts, languages or literature. an argument could be made here that ratio specifically values mathematics and sciences above other aspects of knowledge, leaning into his bias, but that's just me.

"but his note to aventurine!" was a note explaining how he had an answer to aventurine's previous question. acheron had more of an impact on aventurine's almost-death in the dreamscape which makes sense, seeing as her entire thing is with nihility and death. it doesn't surprise me he figured it out, as he is a philosopher.

"what is death in a dream?" is a great philosophy question and would've been a treat for him to pick at and solve.

[prismatic-starstuff]

So because I talked earlier about my thoughts on Astarion and the polyamory options the game offers with him, I'm just gonna post the post I had in my drafts idk akxmalxnakxn

Disclaimers: I'm all for polyamory in general and I love the fact there are poly options in the game; and if you disagree with my assessments about the tone and/or intention of the dialogue, that's totally fine! I'm not trying to throw shade at anyone who reads things differently or prefers things a different way than me; I'm just having a little ramble about things as I experienced them. I'm not here to fight, so please don't fight with me.

So, there's... a lot of evidence in the game that Astarion doesn't like being with more than one person, and doesn't like his partner being with more than one person. And my potentially hot take on the matter is... I don't think the poly options with him are a good choice; actually, I think they're really cruel.

If you try for polyamory with Astarion and Shadowheart or Minthara, both of them - in very different ways - point out the fact that, basically, he doesn't feel comfortable or safe with the idea of his partner being with multiple people.

Shadowheart says: 'I think you may be overestimating his willingness to share; he might seem like the carefree hedonist, but there's something fragile beneath the facade. If you can give him the solace that I'm convinced he desperately needs, then it would be cruel for me to try and elbow in - liable to end in tears, or blood, or both.'

And Minthara, being Minthara, isn't so nice about it but effectively says the same thing; she says: 'I suspect that would puncture his fragile ego far more savagely than his fangs puncture your neck. Astarion likes to put on a show of nonchalant decadence, but he is as delicate as a flake of snow. Besides, that arrangement would not suit me either. I am not delicate, but I do not share what I desire.'

During the scenes with Halsin - whether it's at the brothel with the drow twins or it's MC asking Astarion about general polyamory with Halsin - it seems painfully like he's going along with it for MC's sake; both conversations are initiated by MC, his immediate reaction in both scenarios is to ask if they're pursuing this because he's not giving them sex, and only after that discussion does he agree to it. He doesn't express any personal interest in it, so it seems to once again be expressly because MC wants it; in fact, he's acting very much like he did in Act 1 back when he was pretending.

I also saw a clip once of someone who slept with Mizora while in a relationship with ascended Astarion, and he's dripping bitterness all the way through the conversation about it. I don't have the exact dialogue on hand right now, but he speaks as though he's jealous because he wanted to be with Mizora too, but— honestly? That whole part felt like a cover. Because with the way he tells MC to at least bring him along if they decide to have other affairs in future, and the way he sounds so mocking and delighted if MC says that the affair was bad in any way, it just feels like he vehemently dislikes the fact it happened at all; it feels like it's not about Mizora at all, it's about the fact he doesn't like them being with somebody else, especially without him.

Still on the subject of ascended Astarion, there's also a line of dialogue where Minthara asks about sharing immortality with her and he pointedly shoots that down, stating that it is 'for me and my darling to share.' In response, Minthara says: 'If they have prevented your eyes and fangs from wandering to other necks, it must be a special bond indeed.' All of this points to Astarion only having eyes (and, uh, fangs) for his darling, and no-one else.

Again, I'm all for polyamory; I wholeheartedly support it, I know polyamorous people and have polyamorous friends. I really love how it's just a normal and accepted thing in BG3 that no-one bats an eyelid at, and I think more games should be taking that approach.

But when it comes to Astarion in specific... he doesn't come across as polyamorous at all, because there's simply too much evidence pointing to the fact that he's not; and so, the polyamory options with him in specific honestly... hurt. Because at no point does he ever seem enthusiastic about it, as if it's genuinely what he wants to do; instead, it all just feels like another extension of him having to go along with what others want in order to satisfy them. There's a piece of dialogue where Astarion mentions how he sometimes does not know how to say no as a result of the trauma and abuse he's gone through, and I think that's exactly what's happening.

And considering that's been his whole life for two centuries, and it's being perpetuated by the person he's developed feelings for suddenly springing these situations on him, it just... doesn't feel good to me, personally.