#im about to disappear

[inkonparchment]

Leon Kennedy x Reader.

The old tale of right person, wrong time. Or is it?

"Hmm, yeah don't worry about it," You murmur into your phone, "I'll check it out when I get home." You hum softly, bidding your sister goodbye and then shutting your flip phone with a snap.

You let your shoulders drop, the stem of your wine glass held between your fingers as you cross the hand holding your phone over your knee. The moon is out tonight, hung onto the dark sky with stars dotting around it. A nice change from the heavy clouds that were scattered on your drive to Claire's house.

Nothing could have stopped you from coming to celebrate her birthday.

Not even Leon's reappearance in your life. Maybe that's why your sister had called you out of the blue, telling you about a box of your things she had left on your kitchen counter but really wanting to check in on you.

The interruption had been a relief, offering a momentary distraction from the tightness in your chest each time your eyes met his, always catching him already watching you. Your grip on your glass had been harsh, the stem under threat of snapping into two, throwing open the sliding door and sitting down on the stairs of the slightly damp deck.

You breathe it in now, the smell of the pavement after the rain, dizzying you as the memory of splashing in the puddles flashed against your eyes. You let out a steady breathe. But it doesn't ease the tightness in your chest, mind straying back to the blond man sitting on Claire's sofa as a robust sound of laughter wafted through the open sliding door.

You don't even notice the way your hand is pressed against your heart.

So you focus on the grass instead, moonlight reflected on the undisturbed droplets casted out against the blades. You didn't think Leon's presence would unsettle you this much, at least a year had passed since your break-up, maintaining no contact without any episodes of relapse despite sharing the group of friends and you even moved cities for a while, trying to put as much distance as you could.

But seeing how quickly you were becoming undone in his presence, feeling his gaze still lingering on your back, you felt it was all for nothing.

You sip your wine, leaving a lipstick stain against the glass, welcoming the sour tinge on your tongue.

"Hey." A soft voice calls out to you.

You startle a bit, turning your head slightly to see Leon standing at the threshold, hands neatly tucked away in his pockets. "Hey."

"Mind if I sit?" He asked, gesturing to the step you were sat on.

With a shake of your head, you watch as he carefully sits down on the same stair as you but on the opposite end, leaving a comfortable distance between you and him. He stretched his feet out, resting two steps below yours.

Leon nods to your hand that's still clasping your phone, "Everything okay?"

"Oh yeah don't worry." You wave him off, looking down at your glass, unable to meet his eyes. "It was just my sister. She dropped off a box at my place."

"You still live at the same place?" Leon tries, like this is a casual catch up between friends.

"No," You swirl the liquid in your glass. "I got a new place, it's closer to work." Too many memories haunt that apartment anyway.

You don't know what to say to him, choosing to sip your wine again, lips slotting against the same place where you had previously left a stain. The air suddenly fills with sounds of jeering, teasing and laughter, coming from the living room, making you both whip your heads towards the door.

You scrunch your nose, "Any clue what that's about?"

Leon chuckles knowingly, "Yeah they're trying to get Chris confess about his super secret girlfriend."

You chuckled softly, the sound unfamiliar in the nights stillness. "You mean Jill? That's not a super secret, probably the worst kept secret ever."

You bring your attention back to the garden but you're stopped when you glance at Leon. And just like so many times tonight, he's already looking at you.

The twisting feeling is back in your chest. How you wish you didn't know him so well. He bathes under the moonlight, the golden of his hair luminous under the night sky, the blue of his eyes so radiant as they expectantly take you in. He looks heartbreakingly beautiful like this, the gray sweater hanging loosely on his shoulders, complimented with the casual jeans.

Leon looks at you like he's looking at you for the first time, enraptured and drinking you in as though you'd disappear in an instant. Your instincts almost take over, urging you to him, to slip under his arm, to Bury your nose in his neck and inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne.

But you can't. Not anymore.

"Don't," You whisper.

"Don't what?" He whispers back.

"Don't- don't look at me like that," You manage with a shaky laugh, tearing your eyes away from him.

"Okay," He says in an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry." It's the only way he knows how to look at you. "I- uh wanted to thank you for coming despite knowing I'll be here too."

You shrug, hoping its nonchalant. "Don't be ridiculous, they're your friends too. We can be adults about the decisions we made without making it everyone's problem, you know."

Leon just hums in response, silence once again falling between you two.

You chew the inside your cheek, the wine no longer appealing to you anymore. "So uh Claire mentioned that you'll be around more?"

"Oh, yeah." He scratches the back of his neck. "No guarantee but yeah I think I've worked out a deal at work that let's me be around more."

You nod in understanding, confused when bitterness starts to brew in your stomach. Your eyes haze over, mind drifting to a night like this sometime a year back where both of your tea mugs were left unattended on your coffee table when you had wept in his arms after he told you he would leaving again tomorrow. You had just gotten him back.

You wonder what's changed. You wonder if she's pretty, wonder if she makes him happy, more than you ever could.

"That's great," You hear the words leave your mouth from a mile away.

"Hey," Leon calls out to you, carrying an undertone of a command that makes you immediately look at him. "It's not like that."

"It's okay Leon," You manage a strained smile, "You don't owe me any explanations."

He says your name, your stomach dropping at the sound of it leaving his lips, as he levelled his gaze with you, a serious look in them. "It's not like that."

You bite your lip, nails digging in your palm as you nod. He would never lie to you.

"So...you and I gonna be okay?" He asks tentatively.

You sigh, a ghost of a smile on your lips. How can you ever way no to him? "Yeah, of course."

"HEY!" Claire yells excitedly, sticking her head out the door, "It's cake cutting time!! Come inside quick!"

You chuckle, getting up to your feet as Leon follows suit, coming to stand a bit closer to you, his presence igniting something in you. "I was uh thinking we could grab a coffee or something someday? Any day? If you're free? And if its okay with you?"

His voice is tentative, almost vulnerable. You raise an eyebrow at him, curiosity and caution mingling in your gaze.

"Come on, I just want to know how New York was." His lips tug upwards in a teasing smile. "And I want to hear that infamous rat story."

You groan. You can't believe Claire told him. You shake your head, heart a bit erratic at the prospect of getting coffee with Leon. It's so sudden and despite the time that had passed since, too soon.

But..."Okay um, I'll think about it." The words leaving your mouth before you can second-guess them.

And you cross the threshold, leaving Leon standing alone on the deck as he watches you walk away, glancing back to look at him for a final time, the familiar tug at his heart returns.

[f4y3w00d5]

Patron Faye. This is going to sound cruel but I need you to kill the prince.

I am sorry. His father was meant to die around this time, today at the soonest. He seems like a good ruler. He was willing to take his fathers place in the timeline. And that entails…taking his fathers place when it comes to death, too.

There’s been a lot of timeline shifting events, but this one. This one is important. It’s this or the deaths of many others.

Kill the prince, or hundreds will die. Again, I apologize.

You have my protection against his godling boyfriend. Good luck.

WHAT?!? BUT- BUT LEO IS MY FRIEND!!! AND SO IS TOM!!! I'M TEACHING LEO HOW TO USE HIS VAMPIRE POWERS!!! also I owe him I accidentally got him high today

[haunted-xander]

Well, I guess you didn't have much of a choice either

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[yourlocalabomination]

Tick Tock, Teddy-Bear.

[prontaentrega]

I hate this fucking post. Poor people have always existed and it was not this guys fucking dad with his own house and two cars. There was always people living in the street or struggling to make rent or living in "today's" poverty conditions

[komoriiis]

༊*·˚ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 — 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐱𝐭𝐬 !!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖊 :: smau ( crack SFW )

[ masterlists ]

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐬. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 !

[finleycannotdraw]

all I’ve ever known is how to hold my own

but now I wanna hold you

aka “oh, Link, I’m home”

aka GUYS TEARS OF THE KINGDOM IS SO GOOD

here’s a playlist because I’m mentally ill

[gramnel]

[itachanta]

Vash's glasses going glint

[heartorbit]

damn that's crazy. happy birthday claudine

[gunsatthaphan]

"I just haven't found the right person for me."

[noecoded]

hey asmo fans

[critter-covenant]

"ooooh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!"

They'd be good friends I like to thinmk

[ushikage-luvr]

I love these tiny panels because it looks like Ushijima's crush just walked into the room and his friends are teasing him about it

[raineandsky]

#120

When the villains caught wind of a new hero on the team, they’d all taken interest. When someone came back claiming he’s blind, it’d sparked a whole new debate.

Straightforward, they’d all said. He won’t even see us coming. They’d laughed at how easy it’d seemed.

The villain feels like they’ve stumbled on a pile of gold when they come across the hero. He’s running his hand along something on the fence in front of him, something that the villain will later realise is a braille description of the view ahead of him. A white cape drifts around his ankles, an equally white suit flattering against his typical heroic body, the lightest of smiles on his face as his fingers trace the patterns of dots along the railing.

The villain can’t help but grin as they slowly make their way towards the poor hero, so oblivious, so stupid. They’re barely a hair breadth away, their dagger practically unsheathing itself, when the hero spins towards them with a swish of his cape and a flick of a blade.

The villain barely reels back in time. Staying quiet doesn’t occur to them when they’re startled. The hero looks like he’s staring right through them, an arrogant smirk on his face.

“Ah,” he says brightly, “you’re one of those criminals I’m meant to be looking out for?”

The villain sidesteps, careful to keep their footing quiet, but it doesn’t matter. The hero’s head cocks towards them as they try to step out of his blade’s path.

“You’re almost silent,” the hero continues. A smirk adorns his face, intrigued. “Incredible.”

The villain is close enough to strike, the hero looking slightly too far beyond them to be right in his assumptions. The villain shifts in fast, their dagger poised. The hero dodges back and retaliates with a swing of his own.

The villain stumbles out of reach and the hero follows. The villain’s unprepared; they were expecting a hero who’s unsure who they’re looking for, where the villain is. They were expecting an easy plaything that they could stab when they got bored.

But this—the hero is nothing but brazen confidence.

The villain shoves their dagger up to meet his blade, throwing his arm out. They move in for another strike but the hero’s already recovered. His blade easily tucks under their arm and slices into their side.

Something of a strangled gasp escapes the villain before they can stop it. They stagger back, a hand touched timidly to the wound, their eyes flitting back up to the hero. He simply waits, his blade crimson and his eyes blank. How? How?

“Would you do me the honour of telling me who I’ve met?” he asks, as if this is nothing more than a casual meeting between friends of friends. The villain wants to snap him in half for the audacity.

“That’s none of your fuckin’ business.”

“Aha,” the hero says, almost a laugh, “You’re [Villain].”

The villain can only stare at him in horror. The hero seems to feel the tension in the silence, because he continues. “You’ve a bad mouth, favour in the blade, light on your feet.” A teasing smile. “And you’ve a smooth, caramel voice I haven’t heard in many like you.”

“Wh— Excuse me— You—” 

The hero just smirks, the stupid smirk of someone who knows he’s untouchable in every sense of the word. “Flustered by compliments, too,” the hero finishes with a laugh. “Good to remember for next time.”

“I’m not flustered!” the villain finally manages, “and my voice isn’t caramel. That isn’t a thing. You sound stupid.”

“I’m happy to be stupid if it means I can recognise you as the villain who speaks in caramel.”

The villain’s side is beginning to really ache. They need to be somewhere that’s not here when it inevitably gets worse. “Do what you want. I’m going home.”

“May I escort you to a prison cell?”

The villain barks a laugh, their side practically splitting with the forced fakeness of it. “As if you know where the agency is from here.”

“I always know where I am, [Villain].” A smile again, softer this time. Knowing. “You underestimate me for a characteristic I think makes me as interesting to you as you are to me.”

The burn in the villain’s skin is an ode to that. “Sure.” The villain turns on their heel before a thought occurs to them. “I’m going to walk away, loudly. Do me a favour and don’t fucking shank me when I do.”

The hero’s face twists back into a smirk. “As long as I hear you moving away. Until next time, [Villain].”

A blind hero! everyone had cried. It’s almost too easy!

The villain scurries away with a gash to the side and a slam to their ego, and they know now to know better than that.