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[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

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Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 1,531 (crying why it's so short🧍‍♂️☹️)

Tw: Blood, slicing monsters guts, sold reader to get experimented on.

Summary: Finally got the relic together and would be able to go home, but Leon thinks there's just something more to discover.

𝚇𝙸.

It was already 6:00, Leon manage to get the two of you back in the basement—which was now marked as your safe zone. He focuses on your comfort first before proceeding, feeding you, yet, another energy bar.

“Feeling better?” He asked, legs spread out and patting your back, “a little.” You mumbled, finishing the energy bar and drinking water. You check your watch and see that it’s already nighttime, “it’s dark, should you want to continue tomorrow morning where the sun is out?” Leon suggested, knowing your discomfort in the dark.

“It’s fine.”

“You sure?” Leon asked again, to make sure if you’re really up for the job in searching at night.

“I think it would be better if we finish this as soon as possible.” You admitted and scratched the back of your neck, Leon nodded and acknowledged it. He stood up and help you get on your feet, “let’s go.”

It was dark out, you found the creatures body still on the ground. Face to the dirty dirt, “do you see anything glowing?” you asked, Leon kneels down and flip it over, the thing is glowing from it’s stomach. “I think you might want to turn around, princess.”

You gag and nodded, you turn your back at him while he takes his knife out and started slicing the entity’s stomach, crimson splattered to his bicep, hands and shirt.

“Shit.” Leon spat and you heard him spit out, “you okay?” you asked in worry, “I’m fine, just too much black blood.” He assured and continue slicing down to its stomach, he is no surgeon to do this—but he has to.

“Leon… I think you might want to hurry up.” You mutter, voice shay and your breath hitches.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” Leon groans and frown as he struggle to get the fourth piece out, it was quite big too. He curled it in to a thick layered fabric and tuck it in the bag.

“Don’t. Move.”

Leon turn his head to what you’re looking at, it was there. Standing and gutting out crimsons from it’s eyes, the smile forcefully turning to a frown. It made an eerie noise as it tilts its head to the side, you both could see a light glow from the neck.

“That’s probably the stone itself, right?”

“it has to be.”

You swallowed your saliva as you take a couple of deep breaths, you wait for Leon’s signal. “On me, okay?” you nod at his words, “I’ll count to three and you’re going to run from that side,” Leon points to your right, “while I go the other.”

You nodded and warm up your legs, the injury you had is still healing but it has grown numb when adrenalin rushes through your veins.

“One.”

The creature slowly crawls, rotating it’s head slowly to a 360°, you swear that you could’ve peed in your pants a little.

“two.”

“Come on, come on.” Your heart pounding and your mind racing, it’s almost close.

“Go!” You made a run for it, you separate from Leon as the creature targeted you. “Fuck, Leon!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, “I’m here!” Leon shouts back, throwing each bullet to find the weak point.

“Do you see it?”

“Not yet!”

You swear your legs is gonna give out, you stop your track as the creature laughs at you for being foolish—you slide down from below and continue your run, “I think it’s on the neck!” Leon took note of that and got the creatures attention by throwing a flash bang at it.

It blinded for a good few minutes as Leon told you to come to him, so the attention would be his.

It hisses and screamed loudly, the crows flock and fled, making it shake the trees.

“Didn’t know you’re part of an Opera.” Leon remarked, hiding you from the creature, “come on big guy, come and get me.” He taunt and made his run, it was pissed and started speeding up to catch Leon.

You came out from your hiding spot and watch Leon do the job, Leon dropped the bag beside you, you rummage to it and find another flash bang, since you saw that it immobilize the creature for a good minute. You thought to give it a try and help him out.

“Leon!” you called, “heads up!” he ducks down, the curious creature turn its head as the flash bang turned off to its face, giving Leon enough time to aim and shoot to its neck.

Bang—

You closed your eyes and peek a little, the thing is now on the ground—not moving or breathing, it’s dead.

“Good job,” he praises as you ran up to him and help him up, “no problem.” You smiled at him and gave him a big hug, “now is not a place to give me your biggest hug.” You shy away from his embrace, he smiled at you as the two of you were sitting in the ground.

“Leon.”

“Yeah?”

You lean to him and gave him a peck on the cheek, “thank you.” Your lips brush to his ear as you help him up. “No,” he pause, “thank you.”

You hum and help him up, you handed him his knife and gesture him to now cut open the creatures throat, “all yours.” He chuckles at your tactics, “thank you.” He takes it and step towards the dead entity, you turn around as he do his part.

“Hunnigan?”

“Yes?”

“We got it.” Leon looks at you as you two put the pieces back together and put it in a suitcase that’s made for only that stone.

“Great, I’ll make a report, do you want me to sent a chopper?” Hunnigan asked, Leon looked at you for a second—you tilt your head to him, “is there something wrong?” you asked, Leon shakes his head and returns to Hunnigan.

“Not yet, there’s still some things we need to get done.” Leon ended the call and turns to you, “what do you mean?” you asked him, he cups your cheek and grabbed your waist.

“We need to find a lab, and make sure there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Leon, I’m perfectly fine.”

“No, you’re not.” His expression hardens and sigh, “you were experimented on when you’re unconscious, princess.” Your face and heart dropped, “we need to make sure you’re not turning to one of them…” Leon confesses, his eyes softens when he sees you’re visibly scared.

“I’m here,” he pulled you into a tight embrace, you couldn’t choke a sob or let a tear slip. It was just nothing. You let Leon caress your hair and hum assurance in your ear, “Let’s get back inside and know who’s behind to all of this, hm?”

Leon made you look into his blues, his eyes speaks volume as you gave him a small nod and a faint smile. “Okay…” you manage to mutter out.

“I trust your judgement.”

He pulled you close, hands intertwined as the two of you got inside the mansion again. Leon buried the briefcase somewhere, hoping that no one would take it since Leon knew how to perfectly hide some valuable under the dirt.

Your mind was racing and thinking of the worst case scenarios. You didn’t do anything wrong, you hardly make enemies and you always do what your parents asked you to (well except for changing clothes), all you know is that you gave your all and that you have been a good fucking girl.

It was already 9:30 at that point, you two searched from up and below. Trying to crack every single puzzle, you picked up a piece of paper in one of the books in the library—you two paced back to the rooms that you two already searched.

It doesn’t hurt to double check, right?

You read the note, your brows knit together as you recognize this handwriting.

You don’t know how much I would do everything in my power to kill that bitch! She’s taking away everything and getting in my plans, how I never even regret setting her mothers accident, I don’t feel remorse to a poor mother and her disgusting daughter.

My baby won’t even look at me when that burden is in the same room as we were, I even realized that I’m not part of his inheritance—he said with a proud smile that all his belongings and money would come to his daughter if it means he'll be a good father.

What about me?

The plan I did to kill his wife and ruin their marriage, was it all in vain? Why did his daughter have to be born, so stupid!

No worries, plan B is where we are going to roll. Sell her to the creeps who do questionable experiments, if her father didn’t manage to recognize her—then the inheritance will be mine, he would think that his daughter is now dead and would never become an ugly monster.

Leon took the note from you and crumbled it into a ball and tuck it in his pockets, “Come here…” He coos and hugged you tight, “It’s okay…”

“Leon..?”

“Yeah?”

“Will I become a monster?”

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[kendyroy]

“They gave me runway in this film. There’s one monologue in there. I can’t tell you the details of it. I say more words in that monologue than I said in an entire movie once as Wolverine. But there are sides of the character that I’ve been scratching at for 24 years […] There is stuff in this movie where I was like, ‘This is the thing I’ve been trying to get out’ and I feel so excited about it.”

— Hugh Jackman talking about Logan in Deadpool & Wolverine (x)

[astrallar]

This man holds my heart just like he holds these ducks

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push my heel into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[doctorsiren]

The books reveal that Ford is actually a secret partier

(Available as a print on my Etsy Shop)

(wips under cut)

[watmalik]

THIS MAN DIDN’T EVEN WANT DOGPOOL NOW LOOK AT HIM.

[semisolidmind]

ok hear me out—

(sue me but he was one of the only mfs in that damn place who wasn't tryna kill the player and i think we should have been able to save him. so, fix it au where y/n helps the gang escape and they live happily in a secluded house in the woods)

[crow-person]

save a horse ride a cowboy !!!!

[candyje11yfish]

[wip] shooting star frye!!! i Looove spacey stuff!!!!

[eyes-of-nine]

pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

[edwardbonnets]

rook: *obvious flirting* emmrich: 😲😲😲🤯🤯🤯😳😳😳??????????

bonus:

[clayclayton332]

Despite it all its still them!!!

[nipuni]

Silence in the library

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on february 1st!

[asmodeauxx]

playing with my dolls

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

[zan0tix]

ALPHA KIDS: Draw your best friends!

DIRK: I'd say I'm better at one on one character interaction work of the more intimate variety, but I think this piece came together nicely. DIRK: Fun for the whole family style wholesomeness, any motherfucker in the radius of a screen displaying this image will instantly get hit with a sore case of heartburn and their tear ducts will clock in overtime at the weeping factory.

ROXY: im so proud of these i think these are my best designs yet :3 but omg dirk callie and jake were SOOO peculiar about their damn designs over my shoulder. jake wanted me to clarify that even in pink pen form his little guy is BLUE. so there. sigh this is the one occasion they could take notes from janey.. JUST LET LE ARTIST WORK!

JANE: Boy! I don't draw often but I always was fond of calligraphy growing up. I was kind of inspired by all of the other's works, but especially Calliope's swirls she puts in her art. It's very fun to add!

JAKE: Im not quite the best with posing, but i find the head very fun to study! Especially skulls.. so good ole calliope makes for the perfect muse! (hehe)

CALLIOPE: i realized i hadn't ever made a piece with Us in the same place at once. u_u CALLIOPE: bUt since it's reality now here's all of Us together, United at last! ^u^

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