#you'd think i was eagerly interested in it or that i studied like crazy or that i attended english institutes or whatever

[thomas-mvller]

I think i'll pick up the german lessons i dropped back in 2008

[shycloudkitty]

How would leon feel about a partner who when they were younger, was HEAAVILLLY in the punk scene? Ans he maybe found old photos and videos of them 1. Looking cool as heck. 2 living a normal, fun young adult life? Would it make it chuckle? Or maybe feel a little blue because at when he was young he was being molded into a government pawn and being forced to do all these crazy training and missions

Also how would he feel about the punk park, that subculture is very anti-cop, and anti government/establishment

I have a scenario in mind. It's like you both are moving in together or cleaning your house, and Leon finds one of the boxes with albums of pictures from your younger years (like teenage or early 20s).

He takes one of the album out and starts flipping the pictures and for few moments he thought maybe you had a twin or something but later he realized it was you! He was seeing, his beautiful and amazing partner basically being a hardcore punk enthusiast when younger.

He would definitely be laughing his ass off when he looked at all the funky hairstyles, the clothes and all the ridiculous poses his partner was. A permanent grin plastered on his face as he looked at all the punk makeup you tried.

Soon, you would find him hunched over, eagerly studying every picture from that time, a fond smile present. You'd stare at him amused with how much interested he was. You'd try to tease him over it but he would just shrug and say that you looked really cute in those pics.

He also will definitely tease you a LOT for this phase you had too calling you "Double Agent" teasingly. Considering now you were a simple normal young adult now.

He will DEFINITELY be annoying af with his questions, asking all types of questions ranging from the type of band you used to listen to your parents reaction to all this.

But be patient with him as he is vicariously living through you and your memories of your past self. 🥺

He never really had a 'phase' because from a young age he wanted to become a cop so he was mostly focused on his studies and exercises. And when he finally became a cop, at 21, well he was forced to basically leave his old life behind and be a government pawn.

So, the poor guy never actually 'lived' his life.

Maybe he will feel a little blue at first, but he's fine when he starts to see the pictures, your stories. And then he feels he's right there with you in those memories. Later he's glad that at least one of you actually got to live their life.

I don't think he would necessarily have a negative opinion about punk being very anti-cop & anti-government. If anything a part of him would relate to it because of the conflicting emotions his own job gives him. He knows he's making a difference in innocent people's lives but at the same time the government is actually the mastermind behind the destruction people usually suffer from (and from what happened in racoon city).

So, he wouldn't explicitly agree with it but he will definitely understand from where people are coming from.

Oh and also be ready for a lots of teasing from this guy when he finds out about all this. Cause he's not going to let you forget this phase anytime soon.

Thanks a lot for requesting this! I hope this met your expectations. Have a good day y'all!

-Bella

[nyxwordsmithwrites]

60. "You'd be a great dad."49. "Let's have a baby."72. "They're going to love you, don't worry." Analogical

 So I’ve had this one saved in my drafts for a while, and it was much longer than this, but it was a potential AU I didn’t really want to continue (I have so many as it is).Characters: Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, RemyDad/Foster AUWarnings: Anxiety Mention, Nightmare Mention

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 Virgil didn’t like surprises. To his dying day he would profess how much he hated surprises. And yet, Logan was a constant surprise. There was always something new he’d learned and wanted to gush about, something interesting he wanted to share. Some cool new thing to show Virgil, even if that meant he’d deconstructed and reconstructed something in the living room at four a.m.

 He didn’t mind Logan’s brand of surprises. They were quirky, odd, just perfectly nerdy. Never like Roman’s surprises...ever since childhood they’d been extravagant affairs that made Virgil embarrassed on Roman’s behalf and wish the world would just eat him whole.

 Virgil thought he’d suffered enough of that when the boys accidentally double-proposed to each other. He still couldn’t forget how happy Patton and Roman had been about that...gushing at Virgil and Logan at different times of day...then they’d had the wedding and that was a whole different mess of surprises and second-hand embarrassment…

 So, yeah, Virgil hated surprises. And this one might damn near kill him.

 “I...I’m sorry, what?”

 Logan was beaming at him, that wide toothy smile Virgil had yet to see Logan flash at someone else, his nose scrunched up at little so his glasses sat too high, his eyes bright and shining with little stars. He was excited, that much was obvious to even a passing bystander, but Virgil had just woken up.

 The nerd chuckled as he tried to get his own mop of crazy hair under control with his fingers, “Let’s have a baby.”

 Virgil couldn’t help but stare at Logan in disbelief, his eyes shining excitedly as he managed to get his hair completely under control and searched Virgil’s face.

 Either Logan was really, really excited, or he hadn’t fully processed Virgil’s blinking, shocked stare, because Virgil didn’t snap out of it until the coffee machine pinged softly behind him.

 “How much have you thought about this?” he asked softly, and Logan bounced a little on the toes of his feet, trying to smooth his tie down.

 “A lot.” he whispered, taking Virgil’s hands in his own, “I know it is a lot to take in first thing in the morning-”

 “You proposed to me over morning coffee.”

 “-But...I would really like you to think about it.” he said softly, squeezing Virgil’s hands in his gently, “I think...I think our own child would…”

 Virgil squeezed Logan’s hands back, “Firstly, you gotta stop having amazing, life-changing ideas in your sleep.” Logan flushed a little and giggled, eyes still shining when they met Virgil’s again, “Secondly...does it have to be an infant?”

 Logan blinked a few times, the cogs whirring away behind his eyes, his excited grin softening into a warm and gentle smile, “No.” he answered softly, “No, it does not.” he reassured, “Perhaps phrasing it with ‘baby’ was not my brightest idea.”

 A disbelieving but infinitely fond chuckle escaped Virgil, pulling his husband in for a warm, slow kiss, “Let’s talk about it more.” he offered gently, “Take it slow?”

 Logan beamed back at him, the excitement back in his eyes and Virgil couldn’t help but smile back fondly, “Just like us.” Virgil’s smile turned into a grin as Logan gently kissed the skin just behind his wedding band, flushing as Logan looked back up at him.

 “I am basically a small woodland creature.” Virgil teased and Logan laughed warmly, pulling Virgil in for a warm embrace.

 “My little rabbit.” he teased softly.

 ***

 The conversation had been officially shelved for a few months, save for a few harmless musings between the pair, and though Virgil worried that Logan hadn’t really meant it-

 He kept catching Logan longing for a child.

 It was true that Logan was not exactly...what many considered paternal. Patton easily held that over him, being warm and bubbly and brimming with Dad jokes, but Logan was...definitely pining for a child.

 He’d found a poorly hidden catalogue for children’s furniture in the living room, come across Logan’s laptop with child behavioural research, caught Logan scanning the living room...clearly considering how he’d have to babyproof it…

 And if the proposal, engagement and wedding was anything to go by, Logan was waiting for Virgil to bring it up.

 So, Virgil managed to corner Logan in his study. He hurriedly tried to hide the book he was reading, offering a sheepish smile and blushing, pushing his glasses up his nose, “Virgil!” he chirped, clearing his throat, “I did not hear you knock.”

 “That…” Virgil stepped in, “Would be because I didn’t.”

 Virgil sidled over to his desk, gently pushing things aside to sit on it, legs spread in front of Logan, feet on his chair.

 His expression fell into one of very slight disapproval, “Virgil, I believe I requested-”

 Virgil slid down into his lap, silencing Logan and fishing the book out, “Baby names, huh?” he teased and Logan fell silent, blushing brightly and clearing his throat, “Oh, and child psychology.”

 “Well- uhm- you see-”

 Virgil cupped his cheeks, kissing him gently, “I have some stipulations.”

 He could count on one hand the amount of people who managed to stun Logan, and Virgil himself was on the top of that list, “Oh?”

 “For our first kid…” Logan lit up, “No newborns.” Logan’s face schooled into something more serious as he listened, “Preferably school age and...we take it all slow...learn everything and...make sure we do this properly.”

 Logan’s hands settled on Virgil’s hips, squeezing gently, “I can agree to all of those, if you hear out one of mine?”

 “Hm?”

 “Our second one is a baby.”

 Virgil chuckled softly and nodded, “So...are we-”

 Logan nodded and beamed as Virgil rested his head in the crook of Logan’s neck, “Yeah…” he whispered.

 “Would you hate me if I said I’m scared?”

 Long, strong fingers slid through Virgil’s hair, “Considering the severity of your anxiety and ptsd, I have come terms with the fact that you are fearful most of the time.” he assured gently, “Though, by no fault of your own and no less real whenever  you bring it up.”

 “So...no?”

 Logan chuckled softly, “No.”

 He sighed into Logan’s neck, “I’m just...worried, ya know? What if...they hate me?” he asked softly, “Or...I do it all wrong and I’m a bad Dad and-”

 Logan squeezed his hip and Virgil sat up, meeting Logan’s eyes. Those long, strong fingers of his gently stroked along Virgil’s jaw, “You’d be a great dad.”

 “How do you know?” Virgil asked softly.

 He playfully rolled his eyes with a slight, fond smirk, “You would have me believe otherwise?” he asked, “I have plenty of evidence to the contrary.”

 “Lay it on me.”

 Logan chuckled, pressing a few buttons on his laptop, “One moment-”

 “You didn’t.”

 “-and-”

 “It’s the wedding all over again.”

 “-there it is.”

 A powerpoint was open on the computer, simple in design, but it was clear Logan had taken pointers from the wedding and proposal powerpoints...considering they had been plain white and Virgil’s eyes had started hurting after a while.

 In the sidebar were clear comments and sections and Virgil couldn’t help but smile at one slide, aptly marked ‘To-do list’. Another one of Virgil’s pointers, a short summary so Virgil could see what needed to be done and what had been...so he didn’t get overwhelmed.

 Logan had learned that one the hard way with the wedding.

 “How many slides is this one?”

 “Fifty-seven.”

 “Fifty-!” Virgil exclaimed.

 “To be fair, twenty of them are infographics or cute photos.” Logan explained, “Now, may I?”

*

 Virgil wasn’t sure how to explain how this felt. A death march? His wedding all over again? Walking down the aisle had been downright terrifying...even if he’d been able to see Logan at the end, eagerly waiting with his hand out. This was different...there was no goal in sight, even if it was in this building specifically.

 Logan rounded the car to him, hand slipping expertly into Virgil’s like it was made to be there. His skin was warm against Virgil’s, squeezing lightly as Logan pulled him closer, “It will be alright.” Logan reassured gently, kissing his cool skin, “Breathe, my love.”

 Virgil forced a deep breath, barely able to tear his eyes away from the building to meet Logan’s, “What if they-”

 “They are going to love you, do not worry.” Logan’s warm voice interrupted Virgil.

 “I wasn’t-”

 “Sure, you weren’t.” Logan teased back gently, kissing the tip of his nose, “It is only the one major concern you have had throughout the process.” Logan continued, his voice teasing and light, “And the source of many nightmares, I presume.”

 Virgil huffed, “I didn’t tell you for a reason.” he pouted and Logan smiled gently.

 “And that is why I did not ask.” he answered lightly, pulling Virgil in for a slow kiss. It started out chaste and gentle, intended as nothing more than a few seconds of contact to try and reassure his husband. But when Logan tried to break away, Virgil pulled him back. Hungry for more reassurance, afraid of what would happen inside.

 And as always, Logan heard his cry. He knew that sometimes it was hard for Virgil to say what he needed with words...but touch was another language altogether. And Logan had tried hard to learn Virgil’s particular dialect.

 His arm slid around Virgil’s narrow waist, pulling him flush against him as the kiss slowly deepened, Logan’s touches firm and reassuring. Confident, even, while Virgil’s felt more frantic and nervous, shaky and hungry.

 And in time, as Logan held him close and let Virgil search for the touch he needed, Virgil calmed. Finding the reassurance and drinking it all up.

 When they parted, they were panting softly, sharing breath that smelled of toothpaste, mint and a trace of coffee, Logan’s eyes glowing warmly down at Virgil’s, their foreheads pressed together.

 “I’m ready now.” Virgil whispered, blushing a little as Logan grinned at him and guided him inside. He couldn’t quite recall what happened after that. This was more Logan’s territory, speaking with multiple strangers, answering questions, filling out paperwork.

 It was, quite frankly, one of Logan’s jobs.

 But it all flew over Virgil’s head. He was too busy trying to get acquainted with a room before they were shipped into a new one, over and over, new offices, new waiting rooms...it took several hours but it felt like a blur for Virgil.

 Finally, Logan pulled Virgil into another waiting room. This one was brightly coloured, reminding Virgil of the pediatrician’s waiting room when he was child. He’d hated it then too…

 It was quiet, save for a television faintly playing a children’s television show on the other end of the room, and Virgil followed pliantly as Logan pulled him into a plastic seat.

 “Not long now.” Logan reassured softly, “Do you need help centering?”

 Virgil blinked at him, “I- Logan, I’m-”

 “You are pale, love.” Logan assured, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, “And sweating.”

 “Oh, ew.” Virgil took the thin fabric, gently wiping his face.

 “I know that was a lot of movement and faces for you.” Logan assured, keeping his voice low in the near silent waiting room, “But try and relax now.” he kissed Virgil’s cheek gently, “You need not look so afraid.”

 “It’s okay if I say I am afraid, right?”

 Logan nodded, “Yes, it is.”

 Gentle and slow, Logan started to tap on Virgil’s knuckles, the pair silent as they waited. Virgil slowly calmed, resting his head on Logan’s shoulder and sighed deeply.

 “Tired, love?”

 Virgil chuckled softly, “A little.”

 “Already a perfect Dad.”

 “Dad joke.”

 “Sh-”

 “Logan and Virgil Lewis?”

 Logan got to his feet as Virgil’s head snapped to the voice, “That is us.”

 The warm woman beamed at them both, looking just as excited as Logan did, “Just through here.”

 Of course, walking across the waiting room, Virgil’s fears naturally preyed on him. He remembered rooms like this himself, though...they were never intended as permanent homes.

 And Virgil knew enough about this child that he would expect the same from them.

 Hopping from home to home, listing several different issues, but none seemed willing to settle on the same cause. Bully, manipulative, rude, poor behaviour, difficult, problem with authority…

 It depended on who they asked, apparently.

 But Virgil knew what that really meant...it was a kid who was scared and probably angry or sad, lashing out at a system that insisted on keeping them moving and unstable.

 These people fostered troubled kids, expecting fear to make them angels...but even Virgil knew that wasn’t how kids worked. And Logan knew that wasn’t how foster kids worked.

 The meeting room was the same gaudy colouring as the waiting room, clashing shades of green, orange, red and yellow with some blue for contrast, making Virgil almost sick at the memory. What was it with brightly coloured but clashing rooms for kids?

 There were various toys scattered around, no doubt fiddled with by other kids who’d been in that day, all spreading out from a box at a far window.

 But Virgil’s eyes slid along the room, even as Logan chatted to the social worker until he found him. The child they’d come to take home.

 Sitting at the other large window overlooking the city, his brown hair was a greasy mess, flopping into his face as he stared out at the cityscape before him. His shirt was too big and ratty in some places, no doubt a hand-me-down from a family some time long ago, and his jeans were worn through, the knees completely torn open and the ankles worn away into tatters.

 Virgil looked to where his belongings were being kept for the time being, and frowned at the single plastic bag waiting for them. It didn’t even look full...twelve, and this kid had already learned to pack light.

 “How long has he been in the system again?” Logan asked quietly.

 The social worker sighed as the boy shifted uncomfortably. Ah, he could hear the whispers.

 “Six years.” Virgil answered softly, “On average two homes per year.” he added and Logan’s face twisted with pity.

 He asked more questions to the social worker as Virgil peeled away, making his way slowly across the room toward the child. Early puberty hadn’t kicked in yet, still round and soft features as he sat curled in a ball, staring out at the cityscape and passing birds.

 Virgil caught a wary glance as he folded himself down beside him, looking out at the city in silence for a few moments. He knew the kid was getting uncomfortable...even Virgil knew most families expected the typical ‘run-into-your-arms’ scenario like they had a hero complex…

 “It’s quiet up here, huh?” Virgil asked softly and the kid jerked in surprise, eyes wide as Virgil leaned closer to the window, “All those people...seem so small from up here.”

 The kid nodded slowly, choosing to keep quiet, though Virgil caught disdain hidden in his eyes. He was fidgeting with a pair of shades in his hands, grimy from his fingers over the lenses.

 “Can I clean those for you?” Virgil asked gently, hand open and palm up on his knee but not encroaching on the kid’s space.

 He was wary, pale green eyes wide as he looked from Virgil’s open hand to his face and back again a few times, before hesitantly relinquishing his shades. Virgil cleaned them carefully with the hem of his shirt, smiling when they were clean and inspecting them.

 “Hmm, they’ve been loved a lot, huh?” he asked quietly, offering them back, “You’ve got a screw loose, maybe Lo could fix it for you.” the boy took his sunglasses back but left them in his lap.

 They were quiet a few more moments, the soft murmur of Logan’s and the social workers voices providing a soft hum to fill the void.

 “I’m Virgil, by the way.” he spoke softly, smiling gently when the boy nodded slowly, “I know I’m supposed to say I’m your new dad…” the boy tensed a little, “But I’m happy with just cool uncle too.”

 He knew that would throw the kid for a loop, his shoulders dropping and head snapping to his, eyes wide in disbelief, “You’re not...like, forcing me too?” he asked quietly.

 Virgil met his eyes, careful not to look too intimidating, “I’ve been in the system, I know it’s...weird.” The kids face screwed up a little, “Meeting a parent for the first time-” Virgil looked back out the window as the kid kept staring at him, “-and being expected to call them Dad or Mom…” he sighed, “Especially if you already had those.” The kid swallowed hard, “So...you can call me Virgil, if you’d like.”

 “Virgil…” the kid tested it out in his mouth, looking out the window. More silence fell over them for a time, though the social worker left and Logan milled about with the file. “I don’t like the name on my file.”

 “Oh?”

 The kid nodded, “Call me...Remy.”

 A warm smile split onto Virgil’s face, “Remy...I like it.” he nodded and saw the slightest tinge of pink from Virgil’s approval, “Tell me...Remy…” the kid tensed again, “Is that all you brought with you? That bag?”

 Remy nodded slowly, looking down to his shades and fidgeting with them, “It’s all I got left.” he whispered, “Sometimes...they didn’t gimme enough time to pack so…”

 “Things got left behind…” Virgil finished for him, frowning as he looked out the window. A few minutes of silence passed and Remy eventually realised he didn’t have to stare at his shades, looking back out the window again.

 Logan moved a little closer, keeping a fair distance and Virgil smirked as Remy regarded Logan suspiciously, dodging his gaze and tensing when Logan met his eyes with a warm smile.

 “Hey, Remy.” Virgil spoke softly.

 “Yeah?”

 “Why don’t you put your shades on?”

 Remy fidgeted, “They...said I’m not allowed to.” he answered quietly, “I’m supposed to...look parents in the eye.”

 Virgil huffed, “Who’s to say you can’t do that with your shades on?” he smirked when Remy lifted his face to Virgil, “I also know you’ve got some photosensitivity.”

 Remy frowned, “They make me take medicine for that.”

 “But it doesn’t make it go away, huh?”

 Remy shook his head slowly, looking down at his shades. The kid was seriously considering it, fidgeting with them for a little bit, “You...don’t...mind?”

 Virgil’s heart broke at the hesitation and fear in his voice, like Virgil would take it back or break them if he did without making absolutely sure. Virgil had hoped no kid would live through what he did but...here he was.

 Another example of a broken system.

 “I don’t mind.” he assured softly, smiling as Remy slowly slid the shades on.

 Virgil let the quiet fall over them again, giving Remy time to relax and adjust. It was clear for a few minutes that Remy didn’t believe he could wear them repercussion free, not until Virgil huffed and stretched his legs.

 “Ya know, the colours in this room are gross.” Remy’s face twisted in agreement, “And I wanna get out of my suit.” A slight smirk threatened to pull on Remy’s face, “You wanna bounce?”

 Remy shifted, clearly torn...but he knew he couldn’t stay there. Sure, if he said no, the office would put him back in another facility but...the facilities sucked even worse than homes.

 He got up slowly and Virgil groaned as he got to his feet, “I’m getting too old for floors.” Remy stifled a giggle behind his hand, “Can I introduce you to my husband?”

 “Hus-band?” Remy asked, glancing nervously to the door and back, “You’re gay?” he whispered.

 Virgil snickered, “Flaming gay.”

 Remy gasped and followed Virgil as he moved toward Logan, who glanced up from his file.

 “Remy, this is Logan.” he spoke warmly, as Logan offered his hand to shake, “He’s my giant nerd.”

 That earned a surprised giggle and Remy shook his hand, calming and relaxing a little even as Logan got to his feet, “I am a giant nerd.” Logan countered warmly, earning another giggle from Remy, “Now, I am led to believe that bag is full of your belongings?”

 Remy shifted on his feet and Virgil realised how worn out his sneakers were. And it wasn’t just that the shirt was too big...the kid himself was too small. Had they fed him at all?

 “Yes, sir.” he answered softly.

 Logan shook his head, “You may call me Logan.” he reminded, “May I carry your bag?”

 Remy had clearly never been asked that before, looking nervously up at Virgil for some kind of guidance, “Yes or no, kid.” Virgil teased with a slight smirk, “Your choice.”

 Remy blinked behind his shades, considering his options, “I...um...yes, please…?”

 He nodded, moving over to the bag and easily picking it up into his hands. Logan’s eyes flashed with concern at how little was in the bag and Virgil raised his eyebrows. The kid was in school. He should have had books or a backpack to make it heavier…

 Virgil hummed, “Remy?”

 “Yeah?” Remy clearly struggled with swallowing the ‘sir’ that time.

 “Do you have a jacket?” he asked quietly, “It’s kinda cold out.”

 “Um, no.” he answered, rubbing his arm as Logan’s wide eyes met Virgil’s in alarm, “It got...stolen...I’m-”

 Virgil shrugged off his blazer and winked to Logan, “Here.” Remy jerked in shock as Virgil set it over Remy’s shoulders, “That’ll help a little.”

 “But, sir, I-!”

 Virgil crouched down to his level, “Can I carry you to the car?” he asked quietly, “I know you’re twelve-” he reminded Remy, “But those shoes look painful to walk in.”

 Remy hesitantly slid his arms through the sleeves, clearly surprised that Virgil didn’t reprimand him, “I...guess?”

 Virgil grinned, pulling Remy up onto his hip, “How’s that?” he asked, smiling warmly when Remy only nodded and rested his head on Virgil’s shoulder, the sleeve of his blazer pressed to his mouth.

 Logan led the way out and Virgil couldn’t help the smug pride that filled with his chest at the surprised looks from social workers and secretaries. Clearly Remy had fought before, and probably with good reason, and Virgil feared what they’d find once they got Remy home…

 But he already knew Remy was a good kid. Somewhere beneath the shell he’d had to make and the twisted lessons he’d learned in the system...there was a good kid. He just needed a safe place to come out.