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dellalyra · 1 year ago

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I'd love to read more about Tsumiki and Megumi (cause yk Gege ain't doing stuff with her, smh) and their sibling bond. We did see Megumi being mean to her in the manga/anime, but I'd love to see your take on their relationship?

A/N: loved writing this sm, I’ve a baby brother so i related to it. this kinda turned into more of a character study nearly so I hope it’s okay!!! I love our siblings.

listen to: i love you so - the walters

moon river - audrey hepburn

𓇬 Safety, in human form. 𓇬

One day Tsumiki was taking care of her babydoll, the next an entire 6 year old and herself.

Her mom had never been great, never really wanted to be there - she did the bare minimum to keep her alive and that was that. Then Toji came into the picture, along with his little boy. She didn’t mind Toji really, he was the one who got her the babydoll the first Christmas he lived with them. She liked megumi too, he was a year younger than her but she could play animals with him sometimes and that was fun. Toji loves Megumi, even if he didn’t act like other daddies at school she saw, in the way he made sure he was okay and helped him not be afraid of the dark by making little shadow puppets. Her mom didn’t really do stuff like that - she didn’t know if she had a dad. Toji would go away a lot, but he’d usually bring her and Megumi a happy meal each when he got back.

Then he left.

And didn’t come back.

Then her mom left.

And didn’t come back.

So - it was just her and her brother.

She was scared, but she was going to be brave. Like Merida, or Mulan. She was going to be brave and take care of her brother. She already knew how to cook easy things, how to tell the man in the bank she’s paying a bill, how to help someone who was vomiting from drinking too much, how to do laundry. She learned from watching TV. She was never scared either, Megumi was the scary one. One day when a man started to follow them on their way home from school, Megumi kicked him where Toji said to Tsumiki you kick a man if he’s being a ‘fuckin’ creep’.

He was angry. She was too. She couldn’t go play with her friends because she couldn’t wear out her shoes too much, and she had to get Megumi home so he wouldn’t start another fight. Megumi helped her with the laundry. She taught him how to cook. She was better at math then him, so she took care of the big envelope of money that Toji had stashed away under a floorboard. Megumi was good with writing, so he signed all their homework and parental slips.

They were brother and sister. They had each others backs. Like Edward and Alphonse.

Tsumiki was going to the store today. Straight after school. So she sent Megumi home with the key and told him to go straight home and lock the door until she got back.

When she did get home - school backpack filled with rice and veggies she could afford - he wasn’t alone. Her heart clenched in her chest.

There was an adult in their apartment. He didn’t look like too much of an adult. Loads younger than her mom or Toji. His white hair was kinda crazy, like Megumi’s and he was wearing sunglasses inside. But for some reason, she wasn’t scared. Megumi was so unsure of strangers, if he was okay with him being here he can’t be a bad guy, right?

“Hello?” She called into the room.

“Hi! You’re Tsumiki, yeah?!” The strange man smiled at her.

“I am. Who are you?” She asked, in as polite a voice as she could.

“A weirdo.” Megumi answers.

“And you let him into the house?!” She responded, pushing her brother behind her.

The adult/not adult just laughs.

“Not that kinda weirdo. He’s just weird. He knows magic like me. We’re gonna go with him.” Megumi shrugs, and she noticed his backpack and a shopping back are half packed on the sofa.

“What? Megumi we can’t just go with strangers, even if they are magic.” She hisses.

“Since Megumi’s just making things worse, how about I try explain?” The man asks.

She eyes him, then nods.

“My names Gojo Satoru. I’m a Jujutsu Sorcerer, like Megumi. I - ehm - knew Megumi’s dad. The thing is, Toji got some money if he gave Megumi to his family - who are not the best people. They would wanna separate you guys. So, I asked Megumi, but I’ll ask you too, Tsumiki, would you guys like to come stay with me instead?” He asks, smile softening. He was pretty, like a prince. He kinda looks like Jack Frost. She thought.

The money was dwindling. There was barely any left. It had been 2 months since her mom left, and she knew she wasn’t coming back. Something told her Toji wasn’t either. She didn’t want to leave Megumi, but they’d starve if they stayed here.

She didn’t really have a choice.

“My girlfriend will be there too, she’s got a brother about your age Tsumiki. We have a cat too.” The man smiles, taking a candy from his pocket and plopping it in his mouth.

“Why do you want to help us?” She says.

“So the magic that Megumi can do? All the monsters he sees? The kinda thing he can do is super rare, and I want him to come with me because what I can do is really cool too, so I could have him learn with me. Then he can learn, you two can stay together, and you never gotta worry about money again. The only thing you gotta do is work hard, Megumi.” He says, and that makes sense to her. Toji used to say Megumi was a special kid.

She thinks for a second.

“Megumi, what do you wanna do?” She turns to her brother.

He shrugs.

“I think we should go with him.” He nods, still frowning.

She turns to the man, Gojo.

“Give us a minute to pack, please, Gojo-san.” She bows, retreating to the place she kept what little items and belongings they owned.

“Call me Satoru kid, I’m only 12 years older than you!” He laughs, she likes that sound.

She smiles shyly.

She packs, ensures Megumi has everything and then steps outside to find a really fancy car. It’s black and shiny, nothings broken and inside has computers and pale blue leather seats. She stretches out in the back seat, admiring everything.

Satoru asks them about school, what grade their in, what do they like to learn, who their friends are. He’s smiley, and cheerful and kinda funny. Megumi is still very guarded, he’s tense beside her. Hands in fists. She doesn’t want Satoru to think they’re rude or bad kids so she does all the talking and all the smiling.

They pull up to what looks to be a school. It’s quite pretty, there’s ponds and plants and lots of buildings. Satoru parks the car and opens the door for the kids, leading them to a building that looks like maybe a small apartment building. He opens the door and they take 2 flights of stairs up and arrive at a door, she notices there’s only 6 apartments in the building from the postboxes downstairs, with a sign that says ‘students prohibited - staff living quarters.’

Satoru knocks on the door, mumbling about a forgotten key and ‘oopsie daisy’.

The door swings open and inside is the prettiest girl Tsumiki’s sure she’s ever seen. The girl is a kinda grown up, like Satoru. H/C hair flowing around you and a pink sweater and loose jeans settling on your body. You were kinda short, standing beside Satoru made that obvious.

She sees your eyes widen and you glance at the man beside her then smile and welcome them in. You offer them snacks, and you hand them each cookies and some apple juice and they both devour them.

That evening, you, Satoru and the two kids go shopping. You let them each pick out some new bedsheets, Megumi picks ones with dinosaurs on them, Tsumiki picks ones with waves on it. She’s always wanted to go to the beach. They each are told to pick out any new clothes and pyjamas they like, but by now Tsumiki is worried about money. You seem to notice this, and you pull her aside saying you need her help picking out a new lipstick, and ask the boys to go grab you all some coffee, plonking a kiss on Satoru’s lips.

“Tsumiki, you seem a little worried - is everything okay, honey?” You say, kneeling down to her height.

“Um, I just need to keep an eye on how much money we’re spending. I have to make sure that we have enough for the rest of the month.” She says, with all the sincerity of anxiety a child shouldn’t have.

Your heart cracks.

“Tsumiki, you’re not going to pay for any of this. Satoru and I are. You don’t have to worry about money anymore, okay? C’mere, I’ll show you something. You know how bank cards work, yeah?” You ask and she nods.

“K, so - this here is Satoru’s card, my names on it too. It’s a black card, which means there is no limit to how much you can spend with it. This, is how much you have to have to be able to get a black card, okay?” You show her the page you’ve opened in Google on your phone. Your family wasn’t wealthy, but the Gojo clan heir lacked nothing. What you’d spend today wouldn’t even be a noticeable change in the figures on the card.

The girls eyes widen.

“You mean it? Because I don’t think we could pay you back.” She shuffles her feet.

“We mean it. If you guys are staying with us, if you still want to, we want you both to be comfy and happy okay?” You say and the girls eyes suddenly fill with tears and in an action so unexpected she flings her arms around your neck and hugs, sniffing her tears in.

After all the basics and essentials are bought, and some new shoes for them both - Nike Air Force like yours for Megumi and lilac converse chuck taylors for Tsumiki, like Satoru’s blue ones, you tell them each to buy a plushy each. You had one as a kid, and any time you were sad or stressed it was your lifeline. Megumi picks a frog, and Tsumiki picks a tiger.

That night, Megumi and Tsumiki are getting ready for bed. Megumi seems to notice that Tsumiki seems on edge, and shuffles into her bed beside her. You had set them up in your spare room, a single bed each, but wordlessly, Megumi climbs under the blanket with his sister, and clutches her hand in his.

“I think we’re safe here, ‘Miki. It’s okay. I can protect us.” He says, before they both drift off to sleep.

6 months came and went, and she fell hopelessly in love with her new guardians. You guys were silly, funny, kinda crazy (very crazy) and so much fun. More than that, you guys cared so much and kept them safe. She heard Satoru laughing one night as you told him how you’d shouted at some old people who said that they couldn’t care for Megumi and her because you two were far too young. You had said they’d been so terrified that they immediately apologised. She quickly realised you guys were strong, and bad people seemed to stay away from you two - like superhero’s. She’d heard people (Satoru included) call Satoru ‘The strongest’ and you ‘The Dryad’, so having superhero names meant you actually were. She decided she wanted to call you mom and dad. Sure you guys might only be 12 years older than her, only recently turned 20 but she felt safe with you two. Satoru made her laugh and rescued them from the Zen’in family, and brought them cool places and kept them safe, and started training with Megumi which he seemed to really like doing, even if he was always grumpy she could tell her was happy. You brushed her hair every night and tucked them both in, you painted her nails and gave Megumi black and green ones when he said he liked Satoru’s (‘don’t tell him I like them though’), you read them bedtime stories sitting in Satoru’s lap and made fun lunchboxes for school and fought to keep them safe everyday. She liked not worrying about stuff, she liked seeing Megumi relaxed. That’s what a mom and dad did, right? She waited until Megumi was playing with Lego in their room one day when she very seriously sat you and Satoru down.

“Y/N, Satoru. Thank you for sitting with me. I don’t want to make Megumi uncomfortable but I was wondering, maybe, if when he’s ready, would it be okay if him and me started to call you guys mom and dad?” She said, hands clasped on her lap, looking like a little lawyer.

You and Satoru immediately burst into tears and said you’d both love it, whenever they’re both ready.

A few weeks later, when Megumi was falling asleep, he accidentally called Satoru ‘papa’ when he was telling Tsumiki about his new frog shadow he had. She didn’t mention it, but she was so happy to hear it. She caught how you looked at Satoru a few weeks later, when after your fight with their school headmaster Megumi called you guys Mama and Papa for the first time.

Megumi couldn’t remember smiling as much as when he woke up one Saturday and saw you and Tsumiki both sitting with your legs curled under you on the living room floor, with Satoru behind you both. You both had towels on your shoulders and Satoru was doing a funny accent with a bowl of pink liquid in his hands. He was applying some of the pink to your hair, and you put a tiny bit in the ends of Tsumiki’s long hair.

“Morning ‘oniisan’! Look, I’m getting pink in my hair to match mama!” She smiled at her brother, and a rare return smile overtook his face. He liked seeing her this happy, and he liked how happy he felt too.

The older they got, the more they forgot how scared they used to be. It wasn’t just them against the world now. They had parents, parents who really loved them. They might not share your DNA, or Satoru’s - but you guys were there for every birthday, every baseball game, every track meet. They had Aunty Koko, and Uncle Nanamin now too. Yaga, and his son Panda came over sometimes too, now that you had moved out of your teacher’s accommodation and bought a cottage with a pretty garden. He and Tsumiki each had a bedroom now, decorated how they want.

Tsumiki scolded him after every fight, the only one to really scold him. Satoru congratulated him when he won, you tutted but then cleaned his wounds and told him you were proud of him for sticking up for other people and he wasn’t in trouble. Even Uncle Nanamin had helped him fix his punch for more effective power.

They both hoped they’d find love like you two had. Tsumiki wanted a boy to look at her the way her dad looks at her mama, like she painted the night sky itself. Megumi wanted someone who supported him and made him laugh like you do for his dad.

On your wedding day, Tsumiki wore a baby blue dress that she had gushed over for weeks, she was a bridesmaid and took her role very seriously. Megumi wore a black on black suit, looking very dashing and surprisingly enjoying being a groomsman with Uncle Nanamin. He grumbled, but truth was he loved his dad and he loved spending time with him.

He sat glaring out the window when they boy taking his sister on her first date arrived, and answered the door when he knocked. He liked that even though he was a year younger, he was taller than the date. He glared at him, but let him in. (His mama taught him manners, Satoru would’ve been happy to let this boy sit on the doorstep). Megumi stood and stared at the boy until Tsumiki came downstairs and skipped out the door with him. He smirked, seeing the boy almost run back outside. Guess all those years of being a middle school delinquent was paying off.

They were 15 and 16 when you two told them they were gonna have another sibling. You told Megumi one morning over breakfast and came to sit with Tsumiki in the hospital that afternoon, and placed a framed ultrasound photo on her bedside table with a card announcing ‘since you’re already the best big sister, how about doing it again?’

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #recommended #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #family formations extras #dad!gojo #family formations au #fushiguro tsumiki #jjk megumi

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 7 months ago

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Masterlist of Writing

Oh my goodness this took so long to finish haha! Anyways this is a compilation of everything I've written so far, it will be updated as I go along. Btw Here's an about me tag game I once did :)

Worldbuilding:

Geography

OCs

Linguistic Post

Linguistics Part 2!

Hygiene, Healthcare and Hieroglyphs

Ceredell

High Fantasy:

The Holy Crusader

Honey-cake

Deer-shade

A Thousand Lives

My Worst Nightmare

Tabitha-Who-Saw-the-gods

The Fae Prince

The Oracle and the King (aka the story of Iraela's sister)

Daughter

The Godhuntress & the Void:

The End of the World

The Beginning of the World

Old Friends

For Want of a Flower

Spirits:

The Spirit Emperor

Merida

History (Not a lorepost) (commentary included)

Put up a Sign

Attempts at fluff/Writing experiments:

Pt 1 (fluff)

Pt 2(angst)

Ones Such As Us (romance)

Requests:

Public transport

Field Researcher

Urban Fantasy:

Tituba and the Darkness

It watched me without eyes

Now, now Dearie

The Devil Drives a Good Bargain

Goodbye

Russian Roulette Club

The Saga of Maizen, Shatterer of Worlds

Rage

The Serpent, part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The Wanderer:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Impossibility

Home

Homesick

Fast Food:

Childhood

Adolescence

Travels

Non-fiction:

On Reading

Bird In a Cage

Dawn

Crumpling Butterflies

Expressions

Love

Hate

Box

Can I?

An Ode to Tofu

Love, or the lack thereof

Misc:

Mahogany (IDK what genre)

God (Sci-fi)

Will you listen, please? (Sci-Fi)

Spirit of the Hole in the Wall (Horror)

An Explorer's Log (Sci-fi)

Heroes (Superhero)

False-Moon (Fantasy but unrelated to everything else)

Lantern (fantasy unrelated to anything else)

Envy (genreless)

Have a nice day! (Joke)

Grass (NSFW, gore)

Take and Give (horror)

How to Become a Hero (don't ask)

Little Men in Taps (joke)

The Smile of Misfortune (realistic fiction)

FAQ:

Q: I'm new to your work... Where should I start?

A: I would recommend The Spirit Emperor as an intro to the universe, and Old Friends as an intro to my writing style!

Q: What is your favourite work?

A: It's not similar to anything else I've written, and the last bits aren't that great, but I have a personal soft spot for Heroes

Q: Have you looked into the Void that lies beyond all things?

A: No. And I'd recommend you don't either.

#writeblr #writing #my writing #creative writing #writerscommunity #writing community #fantasy #writer stuff #writblr intro #writblr

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dragonflylady77 · 2 months ago

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what are your intentions with my brother?

Rating: G | 1623 words | shovel talk

A3 - dare romance for @harringrovesummerbingo

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Summary:

Max gives Steve the shovel talk

Steve knocked on the door and let himself in, like Max had instructed him to. He followed the voices and excited squeals to the kitchen.

“ Dad! ” Rosie screeched when she saw him, jumping off her chair and running into his waiting arms.

“Hello, princess. Did you have fun at Disneyland?” As much as Steve had enjoyed his child free weekend with Billy, he’d also missed his daughter.

“We saw Tiana and Merida and Buzz Lightyear, Dad, it was so amazing!”

Steve walked to the table and deposited her back in her chair next to her friend.

“Ladies,” Steve said with a nod to Max and Roscoe, who was busy putting the final touches to what looked like an overly decorated cupcake.

“Hey, Steve. Coffee?” Max offered, getting up to make him one when Steve nodded.

The two little girls excitedly told him all about their fun weekend in Anaheim while they demolished their cupcakes and Max cleaned up the colorful mess of frosting and sprinkles covering the table.

“Roscoe, sweetie, why don’t you and Rosie go wash your hands then she can help you make sure your room is nice and tidy?”

“Okay, Mummy. Come on, Rosie.”

The two girls left hand in hand, whispering to each other and Steve was pretty sure he heard something about a Prince William and a King.

“We need to talk.”

Steve turned back to Max, who was looking straight at him with a rather serious look on her face, the likes of which he hadn’t seen directed at him before.

“Um, yeah, sure, what’s up?” he replied, trying not to squirm. He hoped Rosie had been good for the Sinclairs, though he was pretty sure that was the case.

“I wanted to know what your intentions are with my brother.”

“My intent—what is this, the Middle Ages? We’re… friends,” Steve said, wondering how much Max knew and what she’d heard from Billy. He wasn’t sure how close the siblings were.

“Don’t feed me this bullshit, Steve. You’re more than friends and you know it.”

“Well, yes, okay, we’ve gone on a few dates and had, um, sleepovers, but I fail to see how it’s any of your business.”

“Steve… you’re not as good at hiding your hook-ups with my brother from your child as you think you are.”

“What the fuck, Max?”

“Remember when I took them to the beach the other week?”

Steve nodded. He’d been so relieved when Max had offered to take Rosie after school and keep her until dinner time while he was stuck at school meeting with students and their parents.

“They built a sandcastle and then had a whole story going about Prince William and the King getting married.”

“Wh-what?”

“They know, Steve.”

“But… how?” Steve was in shock. He’d been so careful to keep his interactions with Billy separate from Rosie. Fuck .

Max shrugged. “I don’t know how, but they do. I need to know what your end game is, because I love my brother and he deserves better than some rushed trysts in a dark cupboard.”

“We…” Steve cleared his throat. “We agreed that it was better to keep things casual, and, um, see each other when Rosie was not home.”

“Steve, I like you, you’re a great dad and a good friend, but I know my brother and he doesn’t have a casual bone in his body. So you need to decide how you feel about him, and do the right thing.”

“And what would that be?” Steve was getting pissed off by Max’s interest in his sex life. “You know, he told me about what you apparently refer to as his ‘slut era’, so I’m not sure why you suddenly care.”

“Okay, that was completely different. Not sure how much he told you, but he was with Derek for four years. They were talking about getting married and finding a surrogate. They were looking at buying a fucking house together, Steve, then one day, Billy came home to find the douchebag in bed with their realtor, Stacey.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Apparently it’d been going for some time. Later, Billy found out that the bitch was pregnant.”

“What the fuck?!”

Max got herself a beer from the fridge, offering one to Steve who declined. He was trying to wrap his head around the bomb that Max had just dropped. While Billy had briefly mentioned the relationship on their first date, he hadn’t gone into details, and now, Steve could understand why.

“He kinda spiraled after that, which, fair enough. I thought I was going to lose him a couple of times, but he pulled through only to start hooking up with random guys, like, a different one every day of the week. I think he looked for the wrong guys on purpose, so there was no risk he’d get his heart broken again.”

“He told me he stopped after a while, because it made him feel empty,” Steve recalled. He was surprised to realize he felt the need to hug Billy and never let go.

“Yeah, that was two years ago, give or take. He threw all his energy into work, accepted a transfer to Seattle to oversee the new branch, and spent all the time he wasn’t at the office either at the gym or sleeping. He only came home for Christmas and Roscoe’s birthday. And yet, somehow, you two ended up playing Seven Minutes in Heaven in my hallway closet.” Max gave him a pointed look and Steve felt his cheeks heat up.

“I didn’t mean for anything to happen, I can promise you that.”

“Oh, I know. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say I had high hopes.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

The smirk on Max’s face was eerily similar to the one he’d seen on Billy’s, and the blue eyes only compounded the resemblance. “I had a hunch you two would get along. And I was right.”

“You usually are,” said a deep voice coming from the doorway.

Steve whipped around to see Lucas standing there—so tall, his head almost reached the top of the doorframe. “Lucas. Hi.”

“Hey, Steve,” Lucas replied with a smile, walking into the kitchen and dropping a kiss on Max’s awaiting lips. “Hi, baby. The girls upstairs?”

“Yeah, they’re supposed to be cleaning up but I have a feeling they’re reenacting the royal wedding again instead.”

Lucas chuckled and threw an amused glance Steve’s way. “I’ll go check on them and make sure Rosie didn’t forget to pack anything.”

“Thanks, babe.” Max watched him leave then turned back to Steve. “Like I said before my husband walked in, I had a feeling you and Billy would hit it off, and you did. You are now at a crossroad, my friend. I know you worry about Rosie getting attached to a potential partner in case things don’t work out, and I get that, really, I do, but you can’t keep going like this. Billy is…” Max let out a sigh and put her bottle down on the counter, fingers picking at the label. “Billy is not built for casual, Steve. He’s the ‘all or nothing’ kind of guy. He puts his whole heart into everything, including relationships. So you need to decide if that’s something you want in your life. If he is someone you want in your life. Otherwise, I need you to end things with him now, before he gets hurt by an attractive bisexual man again.”

Max got out of her chair, taking a moment to put her empty bottle in the sink, then stopping by Steve. She patted him on the shoulder a couple of times. “I’ll give you a week to think about it.”

Steve barely heard Max leave the room, lost in thought about everything she had said. She had filled in some of the blanks about Billy’s dating history that Steve had been too chicken to ask Billy about, and given him quite the shovel talk…

He was still puzzled about the fact that Rosie knew about him and Billy, but he wasn’t mad about it. Truth be told, he’d found himself liking Billy more and more as the weeks passed. Lately, he’d even started to think about how he could approach the subject of Billy with his daughter.

He sighed and folded his arms on the table, resting his head on his hands, as he thought about what Max had said. The thing Steve didn’t get was why Billy would agree to be casual if it was so against his nature. Steve had tried dating since his divorce, with limited success. It was hard to take the time to get close to someone when your child and their well-being was your priority. But that hadn’t been an issue with Billy.

Steve had heard about Uncle Billy on numerous occasions, and from the moment he had laid eyes on Max’s brother at Roscoe’s party, he had been entranced. He’d just had to follow Billy into that coat closet, going as far as to pretend it was an accident so he had a reason to start a conversation.

He’d been the one to text first and had let out a very undignified squeal when Billy had replied, earning himself a surprisingly scornful look from his six-year-old. Not only was Billy hot, but he was also funny, thoughtful, clever, and really amazing in bed. He could do things with his tongue that made Steve blush merely remembering about them.

So, yeah, fair to say, Steve was smitten. He really regretted suggesting they keep their relationship casual because now he wasn’t sure how to tell Billy he wanted more. Though, listening to Max, there was a high chance they would get their happy ending.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #hsb2024 #harringrove summer bingo #harringrove summer bingo 2024 #dragonflylady #max mayfield #shovel talk #it started with a kiss

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zeldalizzy · 3 days ago

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Hii I saw your Disney princess and lu crossover they look amazing!! And I think maybe Time and Elsa lol like burdened with secrets/responsibilities from a young age and distanced from their people (kokiri for Link) and maybe Twilight and Merida like both great archers and close to nature

Hi @lunarenjoyer! Awww, thank you so much! That is so sweet! I'm glad you like them!

Thanks for your ask!! Honestly, I completely forgot about Anna and Elsa lol 😅 But no, you're totally right! They are similar. Also, they both have powers that could potentially be dangerous (Time with Fierce Deity) that they have to learn to control. I already did Twilight with Belle, but I definitely see the connections! I was thinking maybe Merida with Wild? They are both wild children, are a bit crazy, and love to explore! Also, you can ride bears in BOTW so...

Anyway! Thanks so much! Let me know if you have any more ideas! I'm really stumped for Four and Time. I have nooooo ideas for them lol; art block is severe!

If I survive the end of the semester, hopefully I can finish these!! Have a lovely day! 🩵

#asks #this is such a great idea!#thanks for sharing!#zeldalizzyrambles #i do tend to ramble #so so so sorry but thank you for taking the time to chat with me!

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cutedisneygirl · 10 days ago

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Love Online Chapter 30

Warnings: none just lots of pictures and a little drunk scene.

Chris stays with Merida for about a week then he has to go to back to Boston. He has some things he told her he had to do. He was in some cameos and then he was starting the scenes he was voicing Buzz in. They talk every night and facetimed. Then it is the day before the weekend of the bachelorette and lingerie party. Merida is not looking forward to it. She did not want a lingerie party. Merida has taken off work, they are leaving Friday morning. It is being held in Blowing Rock at Tiffany's Parents cabin in the mountains. That night as Merida is lying in bed she is scrolling through Instagram when her phone goes off it's a facetime call from Chris.

"Hey."

"Hey beautiful. What's wrong? You don't look happy."

"I'm not looking forward to tomorrow."

"Why not? You will have fun."

"I'm not looking forward to the lingerie party."

"Oh babe, come on, you will have fun. I know you will. Where is it?"

"Hang on I will show you the invitation from Tiffany."

She grabs the invination she had set on her bedside table and shows Chris.

"Oh wow, I love how she put Beauty and the Beast on it."

"Yeah."

"When do you leave?"

"Tomorrow morning. Tiffany is coming to pick me up at 8:00."

"Oh wow. Well you better get some sleep then. I probably won't talk you all weekend I guess, till Sunday right?"

"I can text you and maybe I can sneak away and call you."

Chris laughs putting his hand on his chest.

"Don't get into trouble with Tiffany, I'm sure she will be watching you."

"I'm sure she will. Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"Will the security be following us there?"

"Yeah probably, but don't worry they won't disturb you."

"Okay. Well I guess I better say goodnight even though I don't want to."

"Goodnight beautiful. I love you. Hopefully I will talk to you soon. Text me when you get there okay?"

"I will. Love you too."

Chris blows her a kiss; Merida smiles and blows him a kiss back and ends the call. She puts her phone on the charger and lays down and is soon asleep. The next morning Merida wakes and gets a quick shower and finishes packing her last few things. Dixie follows her around not leaving her side.

"Dixie, I'll be back I promise. My dad will be coming to get you in a little bit. Okay?"

Merida took her bags into the living room and grabs her coffee and feeds Dixie. She has just finished washing her mug when there is a knock on the door

"Come in!" Merida calls.

then it opens and Tiff walks in.

"Hey Tiff."

"Hey girl! Are you ready for your fun filled weekend?"

"I guess."

"Bye Dixie." Merida says squatting down and petting her. "I'll see you Sunday."

Merida grabs her bags, and they head out to Tiffany's car. Merida puts her bags in the trunk and climbs into the passenger's side.

Tiffany has the radio playing country songs.

"Okay here we go." Tiffany says as she pulls out of Merida's driveway.

Merida pulls out her phone and sends a message to Chris.

Merida-Morning Chris. We are on our way. I love you and I will message you when we get there.😘❤️

Merida gets ready to put her phone away when she gets a message back.

Chris-Morning babe! Okay be safe. Love you 😘🥰

"Are you messaging Chris?"

"Yeah to let him know we are on our way. I have to message him when we get there."

"Okay. Is the security going to be following us?"

"Yes, Chris said they won't disturb us."

"Okay. At least we will have protection if something happens."

"Well I hope nothing happens!"

"Don't worry It won't. We are going to have a great weekend I promise!"

"Who all is coming?"

"Chris's sisters, and Miranda."

"Okay."

About an hour later Tiffany pulls into the driveway of large cabin.

"Wow, this is nice."

"Wait till you see the inside."

The girls climb out and grab their bags.

"Merida!" Carly says coming from the house.

"Carly, hey!"

"This place is amazing! It has a hot tub and everything. There is so much to do here too."

Shanna comes out of the house, "Yeah I found some clubs we can go to as well."

"Is Miranda here yet?" Merida asks.

"No, but she is on her way. She texted me a few minutes ago." Tiffany says.

"Okay."

Merida follows the girls inside.

"Pick any room you want. We thought you and Tiffany would want to share a room."

"It doesn't matter," Merida says walking towards the bedrooms.

"This is one is open," Carly says stopping in front of a big room with blue walls."

"This is one is fine," Merida says putting her stuff on the floor. She pulls out her phone and sends Chris a message.

Merida-Here! Love you, call you later when I can.

"Alright, put your phone away. This is a girls weekend! No phones allowed!" Tiffany says walking into the room.

"You mean I can't use my phone all weekend?"

"Nope!"

"Aww come on Tiff!"

"Nope, you can live without it all weekend. You can only use it to take pics."

"You mean I can't even call Chris at night?"

Tiffany gives her a look.

"What? I'm serious."

"You probably will be so busy you won't have time and be tired." Tiffany says smiling.

Merida frowns at her.

"Don't give me that look."

Then Merida's phone goes off.

Chris-Okay babe. I love you have fun. Talk to you tonight ☺️🥰

Merida-I may not be able to talk to you. Tiffany just informed me I am not allowed to use my phone all weekend except to take pics. 🥺

She saw the three little dots moving

Chris-What? Seriously? You mean I won't be able to talk to you all weekend? 🥺

Merida-no 🥺 but maybe I can sneak and call you if I have to. 😉 I will miss you.

Chris-lol 😂 don't get into trouble with Tiff and the girls. But okay I love you.

Merida-I love you too. I will try and call you later if I can

"Okay Mer, put the phone away. You let Chris know you're here. Don't make me take away from you."

"Okay, okay. Putting it away." Merida says putting it in her pocket.

"So what do we do first?"

"Well I thought we would go to a club tonight. How about we go out and look around. Maybe do some shopping." Tiffany says.

"Sure, sounds great! We can do gifts when we get back." Carly says.

"I vote shopping!" Miranda says walking in.

"Miranda!" Merida exclaims and hugs her.

"Oh I forgot about that." Tiffany says.

"It's fine. Shopping sounds fun. Gifts can wait till later." Shanna says.

"Who wants to drive?" Shana asks

"I can. I think I have the biggest car." Carly says.

The girls all get into Carly's SUV. They looked in the shops around blowing rock. They bought a few things and then grabbed some lunch while they were out as well. Later they headed back to the cabin and put their stuff up.

"Why don't do the gifts now and then go to the club?" Tiffany suggested.

"Sounds like a good plan," Shanna says.

"Merida you sit here," Tiffany says motioning to the end couch.

Merida sits down. Tiffany gets all the gifts that had put in the corner of the room. She sets them in front of Merida.

"Wow girls! I didn't expect all these."

"Open them!" Carly exclaims.

Merida picks up the first present and after she tears into the paper and opens the box she blushes. "Oh my gosh! I can't wear this!"

"Why not? Let's see it!" Tiffany says.

Merida holds it up.

"Oh my gosh that is cute! Chris would love seeing you in that!" Tiffany says excitedly and takes a pic.

"I had to get it. I thought it was cute." Shanna says.

"Uh thanks."

"Come on open the rest," Miranda says.

Merida opens the rest of the presents and all of them embarrasses her and she blushes. Tiffany took lots of pics.

"Here is the next to last one," Carly says handing her another gift.

"Wow girls. This is a lot of stuff I probably wont even wear."

"You better wear it!" Tiffany exclaims.

"Yeah you better! I know my brother would love to see you in these outfits." Carly says

Merida opens the last gift from Miranda and she smiles. It's two cute pj sets.

"Awww I love these."

"I knew you would. I saw them and had to get them for you."

"Thanks Miranda and thanks girls."

"Your welcome! You better wear them!" Carly says.

"Well lets go! I'm ready to hit the club!" Tiffany says.

"Tiff, didn't we have a game to play while we are out?" Carly asks.

"Oh yes! And we have more we will play when we get home too. Let me go it."

Tiffany heads to the bedrooms. She comes back with some papers. This is the one we will play tonight at the bar. She hands it to Merida

"Oh my gosh! I can't do some of these! And I don't drink. You know that!"

"Oh come on Mer, live a little. It's one night. It will be fun!"

"But if I did some of these I would be cheating on Chris! I can't do that."

"Oh Mer," Tiffany laughs. "No you won't. It's just fun. Come on."

"I promise I won't tell Chris. This is all just between us girls," Carly says. "Right girls?"

"Yes." They all answered.

"Fine, but I still won't drink." Merida says.

"We will see about that," Tiffany winks.

They all head to Carly's car and she drives to local bar. When they arrived they all got out and headed into the bar. Merida lagged behind.

"Come on Mer. This is will be fun! I promise." Tiffany says grabbing her hand and dragging her inside.

"I will go get drinks," Tiffany says.

"I will find us a table," Carly says.

"I will go help Tiffany with the drinks," Shanna says.

She leaves the table.

"So what are you doing first on the list?" Carly asks.

"Looks like the easiest one would be find a guy with an out state drivers license."

Carly laughs.

"Maybe, but it could be hard. You would just have to ask around. I think one of the easiest ones would be get to a guy to tell you that your sexy in a different language."

"How is that easier?"

"I bet I could get someone to do that," Miranda says.

"Okay go for it." Merida says

Miranda looks around the bar. "I see someone. I'll be right back."

Miranda then leaves the table. She approaches a guy at another table. The girls watch her talk to him. They see him look over at their table and smile.

"What is she telling him?" Merida asks.

"I don't know." Carly says.

Then they see him stand up.

"Oh no, I think he's coming this way." Merida says.

The guy and Miranda walk towards the table.

"Girls this is Chris." Miranda says.

"Chris! Really?" Merida says.

"Yep, that's my name. You must be Merida. Your friend Miranda told me. That's a beautiful name. Your very Erotico."

Merida smiles. "Does that mean sexy?"

"Yes. It does. It's Italian."

Merida smiles again.

"May I sit down beside you?"

"Sure." Carly picks up the list from the table and kisses it.

"What are you doing?" Merida asks.

"Marking it off. You got two done."

Merida laughs.

"So your doing a list of things?" Chris asks.

"Yeah. My friends are making me."

"Sounds like fun."

"Most I can't do."

"Why not?"

"Uh...well I would feel like I was cheating."

"Cheating? Why do you say that?"

"Because I'm engaged and I would feel like I was cheating on him if I did some of these."

"Well your fiancé wouldn't have to do know. It's just for fun right. What all do you have to do?"

"Uh..."

"Here's her list." Carly says handing it to him.

At that moment Carly and Tiffany walk back carrying drinks.

"Oh, who's the cute guy?" She whispers to Miranda.

"A guy I found who told her she was sexy in Italian."

"Oh nice."

"Wow, this is some list."

"Yeah, as said I can't do a lot of them."

"Why not? It's just for fun."

"Well for one I don't drink and..."

"Oh Mer come on just for one night! I got you a drink. Just try it."

"What is it?"

"Strawberry daiquiri. You will like it trust me."

"Tiff I don't know."

"Oh come on, Mer, just try it." Carly says taking a sip of her drink.

"Fine," Merida says picking up the drink and taking a sip. "Wow, that is good."

"I told you!" Tiffany says.

"Have you never had a drink before?" Chris asks.

"No, I don't drink."

"Oh, wow. Well I can take care another thing on your list." He smiles.

"What is that?"

Chris reaches into this pocket and pulls out a condom and holds it out to her.

"Oh my gosh!" Merida laughs.

"I just happen to have one."

"Wont you need that later?"

"Nah. I actually have another one in my car if I do."

Merida laughs. "I can't take that."

"Take it, its okay. It will take another thing off your list."

"Uh...well thanks." She says taking it and putting it in her pocket book.

Tiffany snaps a picture of her taking it before she puts it in her pocket book.

"I can also do another one too." Chris says smiling.

"And what is that?"

Chris stands up and squats in front of her down on one knee and takes her hand.

"Oh my gosh! No, no don't!"

"Aww!" Tiff says pulling out her phone and snapping picks.

"Mer, I just met you, but I would be honored if you would marry me."

"I'm already engaged." Merida smiles.

"If you weren't are you saying you would?"

"Maybe," Merida laughs.

A few hours later Merida and Chris are dancing. The girls are watching and have been taking pics. She has gotten several things marked off from her list. Then she walks over and gets up on the bar and dances to the song "Single Ladies."

The girls laugh and Tiffany gets some pics. Later Merida climbs down and heads to the bathroom. She pulls out her phone and calls Chris.

"Hey babe!"

"Hi Chrissss."

"Babe?"

"You know I luvvvvv you right?"

"Uh...yeah. I know you do."

"I would ne...ver ev...er cheeeat on you. Right?"

"Uh.. babe, are you drunk?"

"Yesssss."

"I thought you didn't drink?"

"Tiffffff, made me."

"I see. Looks like you girls are having fun."

"How do you know?"

"Tiff sent me some pics."

"What!"

"Hey it's okay. Your having fun. I trust you. It's okay."

"What did sh...e send you?"

"A pic of a guy proposing to you, and a pic of you on top of the bar."

"She did! Oh my goshhhhh....Chris I pro..."

"Babe, hey its okay. Don't worry. I know your just having fun. I trust you and I trust Tiffany and my sisters."

"Glad you trussst me."

Chris smiles. "I've never heard you drunk before. This is kind of funny. Wish I could see you right now. I'm sure your cute as hell."

"Chrissss language!"

Chris laughs. "So did you sneak away to call me?"

"Yeah, I better get back before Tiff.... wonders where I am. I sunnnnk away to the bathroom."

"I see. Well I'll let you go. I'll talk to you later. Love ya babe."

"Okay. Lovvvvve you too."

Merida hangs up and heads back to the table with the girls.

"There you are! We were starting to wonder about you." Carly says.

"Sorry had to go the restroom.

"You didn't sneak away to call Chris did you?" Tiffany asks raising her eye brow.

"Noooo." Merida says shaking her head.

"Hmmm, some how I think you did. But fine, no more. This is girls weekend, no boys! Except for new ones," Tiffany says smiling looking at Chris, who is sitting at the table next to Miranda.

A few hours later, "Okay Mer, you have done everything on the list except one thing." Tiffany says.

"I'm not doing that."

"Oh come on! It's not that hard."

"No, even drunk I won't do that!"

"Oh come on Mer, you can do it." Carly says.

Merida looks at Carly. Carly is sitting beside her and leans closer and whispers in her ear. "Just imagine Chris kissing you and..."

Merida looks at her. "Carly!"

"Well hey it might help. Come on you can do it. It's the last thing on the list." Carly then leans closer to her and whispers in her ear, "come on do it and lets mess with Chris a little."

Merida looks at her confused. "I want to mess with Chris. I will tell him what you did."

"I don't know. He won't like it."

"Trust me, it will be okay."

"Fine."

Merida looks around the table at all the girls. Miranda and Chris are talking, Shanna is drinking her drink and Tiffany is looking at her. Merida then looks at Carly again. Carly nods at her.

Merida takes another drink from her glass on the table and takes a deep breath. She closes her eyes and places her hands on the table. She doesn't know that Tiffany has pulled out her phone and is recording her.

"Oh god! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh baby, yes! Yes!" Merida says slightly moving around and throwing her head back. "Yes! Yes!"

The girls try to keep from laughing. Carly is pressing her lips together to keep herself from laughing. She pulls out her phone and sends a message.

Carly-I wish you could see your fiancé right now.😉Man! She is doing the last thing on her list and man!

A few minutes later her phone goes off

Chris-What is she doing? What is the last thing on her list?

Carly-fake an orgasm

Chris-

What! In public?

Carly-Yep and she did well too lol

Chris-

Carly-LOL

A few minutes later Merida's phone goes off. She pulls it out and looks down and sees a text from Chris.

Chris-

"Oh no!"

"What's wrong?" Tiffany asks.

Merida doesn't answer she just text Chris back

Merida-

Chris messages her back a few minutes later

Chris-Yeah right😉

Carly leans over to her, "that was great by the way. Did imaging Chris help?" She says smiling.

"Carly!"

The girls then play a truth or dare game with some cards that Tiffany brought with her. They laughed and had fun. Merida sobered up a little. The whole time the new Chris hung out with them. He and Miranda seem to hit off and laughed together and talked the whole time. They even danced together. Then Tiffany says a few hours later

"I think its time to head to back to the cabin." Tiffany says.

"Sure I'm ready," Shanna says.

"Really you girls are leaving?" Chris asks

"Yeah we got other things to do." Tiffany says.

Chris looks at Miranda. "Can I get your number? I would love to stay in touch."

Miranda smiles. "Uh...sure."

Chris hands her his phone and she puts her number in it. The girls leave the bar and head to back to the cabin. When they reach the cabin they all plop on the couches.

"Well that was fun." Tiffany says.

"It was actually, thanks." Merida says slurring her words a little.

"Yeah and the orgasm! Oh my gosh that was the best. Just like in Harry Met Sally, but better! I have proof." She smiles.

"What! Oh my gosh! Tiff don't tell me you recorded it!"

"I did, I might just send it to Chris too." She winks.

"No don't! I think he's already mad at me."

"He's not mad at you." Carly says.

"You didn't see the gif he sent me."

"Show me," Carly says.

Merida pulls out her phone and shows Carly the texts between her and Chris. Carly laughs when she sees them. "I love the one you sent him and his respone," she laughs. "that's typical Chris. Hes not mad trust me. He knows your messing with him. He knows it wasn't real."

"Okay if you say so. But Tiff please don't send it to him."

"Okay I wont."

"Promise me you wont."

"I promise." She says but she has her hands behind her back and crossing her fingers unknowingly to Merida.

"So what's on the agenga now?" Merida asks.

"I have some more games." Tiffany says.

"Like what? I don't know if I can take much more. Im finally sobered up a little."

Tiffany laughs. "They will be fun I promise. I will right back."

Tiffany leaves and heads to her room to get the other games. While she is gone she sends a message to Chris.

Tiffany-You need to see this. 😉 She doesn't know I am sending this. I told her I wouldn't.

Merida walks back into the living room just as her phone goes off.

Chris-

Tiffany smiles

"What is it?"

"Nothing. I have the games." She hands papers to everyone but Merida. "Lets see how well you guys know Merida."

"What is the prize for who gets them all right?" Shana asks.

"There are various prizes, you will see."

The girls play the different games about Merida. Merida of course doesn't play. They continue to drink, but Merida doesn't drink until Tiffany secretly puts something in her drink to mess with her. Merida likes her drink so much, not knowing what Tiffany did. She comments how much she likes it and Tiffany secretly keeps putting something in it. Merida starts getting tipsy and then later is drunk.

"Why don't we play another game of truth and dare?" Carly asks.

"With the cards?" Tiffany asks.

"No just make up stuff to do and ask."

"That sounds like fun. And how about if you don't do the dare and answer the question you have to take a shot." Shanna says

"That sounds good. Love it." Tiffany says

"I don't know. Sometimes I don't like what I get asked and dared to do." Merida says.

"Oh come on Mer, it will be fun and it will be okay. We are all girls and friends."

"Alright fine."

"Carly why don't you go first," Tiffany says.

"Alright, lets see." She pauses as she thinks. "Got it. Merida, truth or dare?"

"Oh man, really? Me first?"

"Yes. Come on."

"Fine, umm dare. Can't believe I am saying that."

"I was hoping you would pick dare. I dare you to send Chris a nude pic."

"What! Seriously?"

"Just your top half. I'm sure Chris has seen you before."

"No he hasn't."

"Really? He hasn't! You mean you and him haven't?"

"Nope."

"She's still a virgin." Tiffany says.

"Tiff!"

"You are."

"Wow! Well he would love it if you sent him that then." Carly says. "Come on you can go in the bathroom and do it."

"I....okay fine."

"You have to do it!" Carly says.

"I will."

"Show us the text after you do it, so we know you did it."

Merida gets up and heads to the bathroom. She can't believe she agreed to this, she knows she probably would have fought harder if she wasn't drunk. She removes her top and takes a deep breath and holds out her phone and takes a pic she then decides to tease Chris even more and removes her bra and takes another pic. She sends him both pics. She puts her clothes back on and leaves the bathroom. She gets back to the living room where the girls are all laughing.

"Did you send it?" Carly asks.

"Yeah."

"Let's see."

Before Merida can show them the text her phone goes off.

Chris-

Merida laughs.

"What?" Carly asks.

"Look what Chris sent me."

Merida holds out her phone and shows the girls.

"Oh my gosh!" Carly says laughing. "Wow, you sent him two?"

"Yeah, I couldn't resist. I don't think I would have done it if wasn't drunk."

"Right. I bet you wouldn't." Tiffany says. "Its your turn to ask someone Mer."

"Okay. Umm Tiffany. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to send a text to Matt."

"What kind of text? What do I say?"

"Umm tell him your period is late."

Tiffany laughs. "Okay."

Tiffany pulls out her phone and sends a text to Matt.

"Okay done. I'm sure it will freak him out and he will message me soon. Carly." Tiffany says looking at Carly.

"Yes."

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Okay, what is Chris's most embarrassing moment?"

Carly laughs. "The one I remember that is funny is he meant to text his ex and sent it to his mom."

"What did he send?" Tiffany asks.

"He was sending a naughty pic to her and he accidently sent it to his mom."

Tiffany and everyone laughs. "Oh my gosh that's embarrassing. What did his mom say?" Merida asks.

"I think her response was something like, Chris did you mean to send me this or to someone else? He was so embarrassed and apologized for days."

"I remember hearing about that." Shanna says.

They continue to play for a while then play some other games. Then just before they head to bed Tiffany's phone goes off and she gets a text. She looks down at it and smiles.

"Did he answer you?" Merida asks.

"Yes." Tiffany shows her the message.

Matt-What! Your joking? So your pregnant?

"He thinks you really are."

"Yeah. Do I tell him it was a joke?"

"Yeah I would or you can mess him a little."

"I would but I don't want to make him mad."

She sends him a message back.

Tiffany-No, I'm joking. We were playing truth and dare, and Merida dared me to text you that. I'm not really pregnant. ☺️

Within minutes he sent a message back

Matt-Okay good. Not that I wouldn't love to have a kid with you, but I'm not ready to be a father just yet. I would love to be married first.

Tiffany-I know me too. But hey if does happen we will work it out.

Matt-Of course. Have fun. Love you see you in a few days.

Tiffany-Love you too. See you Sunday.

The girls sleep in the next day. Merida wakes up with a bad headache. She at one point wakes up during the night and runs to the bathroom to throw up. Once the girls are up they get breakfast and do some more shopping then go to another club that night. Tiffany once again sneaks Merida some drinks and she ends up getting tipsy again. By her 9th drink she is more than just tipsy. She heads to the bathroom and pulls out her phone.

"Hey babe!

"Chrisssss."

Chris laughs. "Babe, are you drunk again?"

"Yesssss, Tifffff."

"Is she making you drink?"

"Nooo, she is sneeeeeaking it in my drrrrink I think."

"Oh. Did you sneak away again?"

"Yeppp. In bathroom attt bar."

Chris laughs and smiles. "Sounds like you've been having fun. I miss you though. I miss hearing from you."

"Me too."

"You get back Sunday right?"

"Yepp."

"Do you know when?"

"Nope." She said popping the p.

"Okay, well call me when you get back. I would love to see you."

"Will do."

"Alright babe, love you."

"Lovvvvve you toooo."

Merida hangs up then heads back to where the girls are sitting. The girls spend most of the night at the bar then head back to the cabin and eat popcorn and watch movies then head to bed. They sleep in a little next morning then pack up. They all eat a bowl of ceral and after cleaning up they head out.

"It was fun girls. Thanks." Merida says.

"Your welcome. I'm sure you and Chris will have fun next time your together." Carly winks.

Merida laughs. "Maybe, but we won't have sex till we are married, we both agreed on that."

"You girls drive safely." Shanna says.

"We will. We all need to stay in touch." Tiffany says.

"Sure, we should get together again, if not before the wedding, definitely after."

"Sure sounds good." Tiffany says

The girls hug then get into their cars and drive away. Several hours later Tiffany is pulling into Merida's drive way.

"I'll talk to you later. Love ya girl."

"Love you too. Thanks for the weekend. It was fun."

"Your welcome. I was glad to see you let loose a little and drink."

Merida laughs, "Yeah but don't ever do that again! I am never drinking again!"

Tiffany laughs. "Bye girl. Do you need some help with your stuff?"

"I think I can get it, thanks."

Merida climbs out and grabs her suitcase and her bags of gifts. She then unlocks her door and heads in. As soon as she has put her bags up she sends a message to Chris and lets him know she is home. Within minutes he messages back. They end up seeing each other a few weeks later. Chris comes to North Carolina for a few days. He does not have long because has some meetings he has to get back to. But he spends some time with Merida before he has to leave again.

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tell me there's another song by yelenavasilyevna (7220,Mature) Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, discussion of child abuse (Caleb's backstory) Pairings: Astrid Becke/Caleb Widogast, Astrid Beck/Eadwulf Grieve

A post-canon character study about the newly appointed Master Astrid Becke. Astrid copes with the political and ethical horror show that Ikithon has left for her to clean up, while reconnecting with Bren as he teaches her his transmogrification spell. Uses haircutting and Astrid's hair as a framing device.

Reccer says: Class tension, Astrid on the assembly, Astrid in the memory prison rooms of the nein-sided tower, Astrid talking to students, Astrid and Eadwulf trying to be people after a lifetime of being weapons, Astrid and Caleb doing magic together, and gratuitous use of the title "Master Becke"

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thygoddessouijathicc · 5 months ago

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Dr. Henry Miller is a frog.

Remember a long time ago in a faraway land when I made a low quality theory that claimed Henry was in fact a frog?

I’m not sorry. In fact, fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your long lost twin hidden in the attic who creepily plays piano when the house is quiet and wears a mask of Merida from Brave to hide their deformed face.

I fucking stand by it.

Henry is a frog, we know this much by now. His hue is one frogs can have and he seems to lack features like ears and a nose. Rather frog behaviour if you ask me.

But now I ask YOU… do his teeth look real? No right, far too big they basically hold the poor guy’s mouth open by force implying need for severe dental intervention. I believe these teeth not to be real teeth at all but simply cartoonishly large dentures he got from a joke shop. We know he’d attend such a place because while he is characterized rather serious he was known for blowing up urinals causing Freddy’s bathrooms to have cams and of course just loving to laugh at all things especially dying people. He seems to have a rather good sense of humour!

So no ears, no nose, no teeth, probably no butthole ei- yeah you know what doesn’t have these things? A fuckin frog. Now I ask you does he not appear moist? He looks grimy, sticky even. Frog.

Now my last theory argues this was normal HOWEVER I have since come to believe that Henry is in fact not natural… to our world. No I’m not calling another DSAF character an alien bare with me.

See if this was normal it would change a lot. We’d see frog people. We’d see noticeable change to history as frog people grow around humanity, new inventions, fuck, new frog racism. I’m not even kidding here if frog people existed I am sure humans would be racist towards them we can’t handle people having a different dominant hand than us for fucks sake humans kinda just suck like that. There would be frog politics. Frog moistening rooms. And most of all Henry would feel no need to disguise himself with something as silly as fake teeth.

No our frog man came from another world entirely. But but but let’s be clear it’s not like with Dave who seems to have just come out of nowhere Henry interacted with people, he understands his inhumanity and actively hides it almost as if he was taught how. He has knowledge of reality far greater than that which is normal as if… otherworldly.

My dear poor stupid reader, Henry can only come from one place and once place only.

Amphibia.

Even more than that Henry is a pink frog with a sense of humour and the knowledge of how to disguise himself as human. Friends, comrades, giant enemy spiders, Henry is Sprig.

A Sprig from a tragic world where Anne never comes back from death who leaves his home and family behind in order to try to get Anne back after Hop Pop becomes an alcoholic to deal with the grief. He finds himself transported into the human world but… in the past, forced to bide his time and search for a cure to the big dead getting both medical and spiritual knowledge, taking part in the war where he looses his tongue and hat via arrow to the knee. He tattoos his eyes black and takes Dave to start Fredbear after the circus proves useless and the rest is history.

Henry is Sprig from Amphibia it all lines up it all makes sense who else would be able to create such war crimes but a guy with a slingshot, a slingshot being the earliest signs in a child of psychotic tendencies. “Sprig has hair” you say? He lost it in the war and due to stress. “This is stupid” you say, I say any other answer is madness. “The frogs in Amphibia have teeth and in proving they are fake you prove-“ FAKE. TEETH. The government is lying to you to hide this great truth.

Henry Miller is Sprig, this is fact. It had been in front of us all along we were just too blind to see it.

…

BAIIIIIIIIII

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imeternallylove · 1 year ago

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Secret - S.Holmes; part eight

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Genre: purely angst, upcoming age and some smut

Warning: none

Word: 3k

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You were a nervous wreck, sitting across from Sherlock in a quiet corner of a nondescript café, nursing your third cup of green tea to calm your stomach butterflies. There was silence between you two, neither of you saying anything. Instead, the awkwardness lingered, like an itch that wouldn't go away no matter how much you scratched it.

Sherlock had called the day Zoe had been discharged from the hospital, asking to meet up so he could talk to you about everything. A part of you was relieved to have the opportunity to explain things to him, but a larger part of you was afraid. If you messed things up with him, you'd just be harming Zoe and her desire to see her father. You felt terrible for keeping your daughter hidden for so long, but you'd feel a million times worse if Zoe was the one who suffered.

The only solace was that, from across the table, Sherlock appeared apprehensive as well, his fingers playing the piano along the table. He used to do the same thing for exams.

"H-h-how is Zoe doing?" He stuttered abruptly after watching your nerve-racking, wondering why you felt the need to lie to him. He's a fantastic detective; he can figure out how these corpses get perished but why... with you. Why can't Sherlock see anything from you?

He broke the silence with his comments, and you eventually looked up at him as he fixed his attention on his lap.

"Is she feeling any better?"

“She’s feeling a lot better,” you replied, hiding yourself behind your mug of tea. You caught him peeking a look and you both smiled a little sheepishly. “The seizure was caused by an infection so they put her on antibiotics to fight it. She’ll be going back to school next week,” you added quietly, worrying if that’s what he wanted to hear or not.

He seemed to sigh in relief, his shoulders relaxing a little. “That’s good to hear. Where is she now?” He asked more, lips pursed together with nerves.

“She’s at her Elle’s house, probably dressing up as Princess Merida and having a tea party,” you told him with a chuckle.

The look of confusion on his face was definitely a picture. “Princess Merida?” He murmured slowly, his eyes moving from left to right in thought, you watching him like he gradually written each every single word of you about Zoe’s life into in brain.

Your hand reached over to give him a reassuring pat on his arm, but froze halfway when you remembered you weren’t his favourite person right now. “She’s a Disney princess,” you answered, quickly pulling your hand back to your lap and dropping your head to hide the embarrassing blush burning your cheeks.

You were wondering when Sherlock was going to cut the small talk and give your nerves a break. He was sure to have questions. You expected him to be angry and demanding explanations. Instead it was a nervous Sherlock you were looking at covertly.

Thankfully he didn’t keep you on edge for long.

“Why did you do it?” He asked softly, his voice barely audible over the hum of the café around you. “Why did you lie?” You could hear how truly broken he was, hurt and betrayed by you.

All because of you.

Tucking your hair behind your ears, you took a deep breath in and mustered up all the courage you could. You needed it to get through this conversation. “I didn’t want to be the reason you gave up on your dreams,” you justified quietly, gripping your tea tightly like it was the only thing holding you together. “When I found out I was pregnant, I wanted to tell you everything so we met in the park that night, do you remember?”

He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“And then you told me about your the great news, a first of greatest step of yours… and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be the reason you gave up on the one thing you wanted more than anything else in this world. In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve always wanted to go to Boston and this was your chance. I didn’t want to stand in the way of that,” you admitted, nervous for his reaction.

You remembered that cold night as if it happened yesterday, remembered the beaming smile on his face, the happiness in his eyes. You’d never seen him so excited as he was that night in the park.

Sherlock sat up and leaned forward, his soft eyes wide and staring at you. “You should have told me then. I could … I could have …” He trailed off, biting his teeth down on his bottom lip.

��You could have given up on one of the best biology programs in Boston and stayed with me?” You finished quietly. Your hands twitched around your mug, wanting to reach out and offer him some comfort but you didn’t think it would help. “Then you would have resented me even more than you do now.”

“I wouldn’t have resented you,” he exclaimed, his lips pulled out in a little pout.

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes. “Yes you would. You’d hate me for keeping you from your dream and I’d end up feeling guilty all the time,” you answered, taking a sip of tea to calm yourself. “What kind of environment would that have been to raise a baby?”

Sherlock looked down at his lap, his expression sad and thoughtful. Seeing him like this broke your heart but you only had yourself to blame. This was the result of years of lying. “We could have made it work,” he said quietly, looking up again and meeting your eye. “How can you say it would have been terrible when you never gave it a chance? We could have tried to be a family.” Unexpectedly, he reached out and peeled your hand off your mug, squeezing it tight. “I wouldn’t have let you go through all this on your own.”

“I know you wouldn’t have, but I felt horrible forcing you to make the choice,” you replied softly, leaning closer so you could see the tiny flecks of caramel in his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was pregnant and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Zoe. If I could go back and change things, I would but I can’t,” you murmured so only he could hear.

“So what do we do now?” He asked, gulping hard while he looked at you sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. “I want to be a part of Zoe’s life.”

You sighed silently, feeling a new wave of nerves flutter in your stomach. Sherlock wanted to meet his daughter and the thought made you happy, thinking about Zoe having a Mummy and a Daddy like you knew she always secretly wanted. But you were scared too: scared that introducing Sherlock to her could do more harm than good, scared that Zoe would become too attached and then Sherlock’s life would pull him away, scared that she’d get her heart broken like you did six years ago.

However, you know he deserved a chance.

“How about I talk to her and explain things and if she wants to meet you, then we’ll make arrangements?” You resolved after a few seconds of thinking things through in your head. This was as much Zoe’s choice as it was Sherlock’s and although you could probably guess what she wanted, you knew she should be included in a decision lie this.

He now smiled up at you, the first smile you’d seen from him since he sat down. “Thank you,” he murmured quietly, squeezing your hand tight with a slight glisten to his eyes. Only then did you fully realise how much this meant to him.

Zoe sat opposite you with an empty plate on the table in front of her and a big satisfied smile on her face. “I’ve finished,” she exclaimed proudly, sitting up straight at the dinner table and looking at you expectantly.

You finished your glass of water slowly, forcing her to exercise a little bit of patience. You promised that if she ate all of her dinner without any moaning, she could do some painting afterwards. “Help me load the dishwasher up and then you can get your paints out,” you told her, watching her jump down from the table in a flash and hurry into the kitchen with her plate.

As promised, she helped you with the dishes and thanked you for dinner, before sprinting off to get her paints from her bedroom. Meanwhile you laid a plastic sheet on the floor in the living room to protect the carpet from any spills. It was Sunday and in the morning, Zoe would be going back to school for the first time since her seizure, so you wanted to put her in her best mood which meant letting her be creative in whichever way she wanted.

“What are you going to paint little one?” You asked from the sofa where you were perched ready to watch. You loved to watch your daughter paint. It reminded you of how innocent your love for art had been when you were her age.

Zoe pondered for a second, the paintbrush poised between her lips as she stared down at the blank piece of paper just waiting to be transformed into something fridge-worthy. “The stars,” she declared, opening her paints and quickly getting to work while the image was still fresh in her head.

Watching her splash colours of dark blue and white onto the paper, you realised that this would be the perfect time to bring up Sherlock. You’d been tiptoeing around when it was best to broach the subject with her, but after tomorrow, the pair of you would get caught up in school and work and you’d just be postponing the dreaded talk.

You made both you and Zoe hot chocolates topped with whipped cream and marshmallows –Zoe’s favourite – and sat down on the other side of the coffee table. “Sweetie, I need to talk to you,” you started slowly, sliding her hot chocolate across. “About your daddy.”

Your daughter instantly looked up at you. “My daddy?” She asked in a high pitched squeak, her eyes wide and her bottom lip pouting a little. Slowly she put the paintbrush she was using down and took a sip of her hot chocolate, smearing cream along her top lip.

“Recently, I met your daddy again,” you explained to her, reaching over to wipe the cream away. “And I told him about you and how amazing and beautiful you are … and he wants to meet you.”

“What did you tell him?” She asked quickly, rising up onto her knees in eagerness.

You sighed softly and smiled, trying to calm the nerves in your stomach. This conversation was a lot harder to have than you expected. Maybe it was because you were admitting your lies to your daughter, the one person whose opinion of you mattered the most. You didn’t want her to hate you for the decisions you made before she was born.

Back then, you were only a child yourself.

“I told him that if it wasn’t my decision to make,” you replied, brushing a little strand of hair behind your daughter’s ear. It still amazed you how much you could love your daughter, nothing else in the world mattered but her happiness. “It’s up to you little one. If you really want to meet your dad, then you can meet him.”

Immediately Zoe jumped to her feet, squealing with excitement. “I want to meet him! I want to meet my daddy!” She exclaimed, dancing around the coffee table before jumping onto your back, little arms wrapped tight around your neck.

So you arranged it. That night you put your little girl to sleep and called Sherlock, organizing a little trip to a kids’ café at the end of the week. He thanked you for giving him a chance, to which you apologised for not giving it to him sooner. You wanted to talk longer, ask him about his day, ask him what he ate for dinner, ask him whether he slept ok, but it no longer felt like your place to ask.

Instead you just wished him goodnight and hung up, taking a long shower to hide the tears falling down your face. Zoe may have found her father but it felt like you had lost your best friend.

For the week leading up to Zoe finally meeting Sherlock, your daughter was a pure ball of excitement. It was all she could talk about. She wondered what he would look like, what he would sound like, what his favourite things would be. When she ran out of things to wonder, she moved onto making plans: all the things they could do together, all the places they could go together.

The night before, you were brushing Zoe’s hair in front of the television, twisting the strands of hair into a pair of pretty braids. It was therapeutic, just weaving through the motions without any real thought. Zoe liked it too, the feeling of someone playing with her hair.

When you were finished, she turned around on the floor in front of you, Sherlock’s eyes staring at your face. “Do you have a photo of my dad?” She asked timidly, almost afraid to ask the question. “I want to see if he looks like me,” she mumbled, her thumb slipping into her mouth.

“Ok sweetie,” you answered softly, leaning across to unplug your phone. You remembered taking a picture of Sherlock at lunch one day, so you pulled it up and showed it to your daughter, smiling a little as her face screwed up in confusion.

“This is a photo of Uncle Detective, Mummy,” she told you, looking at you like you were the stupidest person in the world.

You laughed a little and pulled on her arm so she stood up and you could sit up on your lap on the sofa. “It’s also a photo of your dad,” you told her slowly, kissing the little baby strands of hair that curled up around her temple. “He was my best friend at school before he was the hero of London.”

She stared down at your phone again, her mouth hanging open. “My dad is Uncle Detective?!” She asked in disbelief, checking your face for confirmation before jumping out of your lap and screaming.

It was a positive reaction at least.

Still screaming, she sprinted out of the room into her bedroom, reappearing with Mr Snuggles in the air. “Uncle Detective is my dad!” She shouted, before stopping mid-step, a thought clearly crossing her mind. “Does this mean I’ll get to meet Grandpa John again?” Then she buried her face in Mr Snuggles’ stomach and screamed again.

Just as excitable as her father, you thought with a smile.

It took a while but you finally managed to calm Zoe down and get her into bed, although she wasn’t even the slightest bit sleepy. After reading a story with her, she settled down with Mr Snuggles tucked up against her side.

You climbed off her bed and pulled the blankets up to her chin, crouching down at the side of her bed. “What are you going to dream about tonight?” You asked her in a hushed voice although you could probably guess her response pretty easily. Every night this week you’d asked the same question and each time she replied with meeting her dad.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, concentrating on the fluff surrounding Mr Snuggles’ ear.

You frowned. Something was up. “What’s the matter?” You inquired, letting your head rest on her pillow so you were face to face.

Zoe looked up, and you could see the sadness in her eyes. “What if my dad doesn’t like me?” she asked in the tiniest voice, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip nervously. The excitement must have drained out of her, leaving only the worry left.

“Oh一 little one,” you cooed softly, running your gentle fingers across her soft rosy cheek. “You don’t have to worry about that,” you assured her, watching her eyelashes flutter sleepily. “He already loves you so much and he didn’t know you were his daughter at the time. I know he’s going to only love you more tomorrow.” You’d hoped your words would alleviate some worry but she was still nibbling on her bottom lip.

Sighing softly, you leaned over and dotted a little kiss on the tip of her nose. “You have nothing to worry about,” you murmured quietly to her, stroking your fingers down her face. “Your dad will love you just as much as I do … and I love you squillions!”

She giggled into Mr Snuggles, closing her eyes and snuggling deeper into her pillow. “I love you too mummy!”

Every time you had taken Zoe to the kids’ café, you had hated it. It was always absolute chaos, screaming children running around on way too much sugar, like little tornadoes. However, you’d suggested it to Sherlock because it was your daughter’s favourite place, apart from amusement parks, and it was an easy place to play with her– if you could keep up with her.

But as soon as you arrived, you wondered if you had gone to the right place. You pushed the door open and let Zoe in first, expecting a wall of noise to hit you as soon as you stepped inside. Instead the café was eerily quiet, faint music playing in the background that you’d never noticed before.

Zoe paused too, looking up at you with a confused expression that probably mirrored yours. “Is this the right place mummy?” She asked, waiting for you to take the lead before making another step.

“I think so,” you muttered, pulling your phone out of your coat pocket to check the address. Yep, this was definitely the place. Was it closed?

You rounded the corner of the corridor into the main part of the café, surprised to see it completely empty apart from a man stood in the middle of the seating area. Sherlock. He looked effortlessly handsome, wearing pale blue jeans and a white t-shirt. For a second your breathing hitched in your throat as you processed how attractive he looked… and then you remembered the little girl by your side.

Immediately you felt Zoe tense up. She scurried behind you, wrapping her arms around your leg and hiding her face in the fabric of your skirt. Ok so your daughter was choosing now to be shy for probably the first time in her life.

Giving Sherlock an imploring look, you beckoned him over with your hand, crouching down to lift Zoe up onto your hip. She instantly buried her face in the crook of your neck. He approached you slowly, his hands behind his back and a nervous smile on his lips.

This was it: the moment your daughter met her father for the first time (and actually knew he was her father). You took a deep breath in and ran your hand up and down Zoe’s back to comfort her and help with her shyness. “Little one? This is Sherlock Holmes…” You gulped hard. “This is your father.”

Zoe peeked up from the collar of your shirt, still clinging to you but turning her face to look at the man in front of her ㅡher dad.

Sherlock took a step closer and offered Zoe a warm smile, the kind of smile that melted your heart and left your insides all gooey. “Hey there Zoe,” he said in his bright melodious voice, waving his hand at Zoe cutely.

“It’s nice to meet you… I’m your dad.”

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gryffindorkxdraws · 9 months ago

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Hello, thank you for drawing jackunzel <3

I've got a question: do you have any jackunzel fanfic recommendations?

I'd love to read more about Jack and Rapunzel together <3 I trust your taste 👀😄

Oh and in what app/program did you edit your recent jackunzel videos? They are fun to watch, haha

I wish you great day/night 💕

hi anon!! hehe you're welcome 💙 i'm always game to draw my OTP 💙 for my jackunzel videos, i use capcut! its free to download. and i'm gonna be honest, i haven't read fics in a while 🫠 but i was able to gather a few for you!! hopefully, you'll enjoy them 😭💙

firstly, here are the oneshots

The Sun & Moon Children (oneshot): When the daughter of the sun fell in love with the son of the moon, the earth watched in anticipation for what would undoubtedly be a tragedy.

READ HERE: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9616560/1/The-Sun-Moon-Children

2. Murals of Winter (oneshot): After all, she is a girl locked in a tower with hair more than twice the length of her room. Why wouldn’t there be a boy who wears winter on his sleeves and stirs up snowstorms in her heart?

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20289766

3. January Wedding (oneshot): Jack Frost and Rapunzel Corona get married in January. Or, The story of how Rapunzel Corona became Rapunzel Frost.

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22325986

4. We're Not Good, We're Super (oneshot) (this is my work!): Jack likes to think of himself as the one guy who might just uncover who exactly Spider-Woman is. What he fails to realize is that she might just be closer to him than he thinks.

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41070603

5. This Night Is Sparkling, Don't You Let It Go (oneshot) (this is also my work hehe): Rapunzel feels distant. Like she’s there, but at the same time she’s not. Something about having a disconnection with herself in the party. That is until her eyes landed on him. or an AU where they decide to see where the night would take them

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46529908

6. Jackunzel Coming Of Age Prompt (oneshot)

READ HERE: https://www.tumblr.com/hiccanna-tidbits/735307559599292416/okay-can-i-look-now-not-yet-the-kitchen-is?source=share

7. Are We Out Of The Woods? (oneshot): Ever the dutiful daughter, Rapunzel agrees to make a delivery to someone her parents owe an old favor. But she knows she must beware, for many dangerous creatures roam the heart of the forest. Perhaps even the ones that once claimed her best friend.

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42718821

8. Bloody Valentine (oneshot + extra chapter): Superhero AU It's easy to become cynical when you see the darkest side of humanity every night. It's easy to lose sight of what truly matters, and let it go in a moment of fear. For Jack, the hard part is either coming to grips with the fact he let Rapunzel go, or figuring out a way to get her back.

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5220320/chapters/12037064

now these below are a series if ever you're up for longer stories

9. An Essay of Love (series): Jackson Overland moves to a new city and gets the job of teaching history to a bunch of annoying teens every day. The one thing keeping him from handing in his two-week notice as soon as he arrives is the sunshiney, optimistic art teacher who unlocks not only his classroom but his heart.

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25597147/chapters/62125681

10. Dusk Till Dawn (series): Jackson Overland travels far and wide to find the lost people of Corona to seek vengeance for his fallen home, Luna. Fiercely driven by the memories of his family, he meets a mysterious feral young woman named Rapunzel Flores. Two opposites, forge an unlikely alliance that is destined to change the course of the future.

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25257757/chapters/61231741

11. Among The Stars (series): SCI-FI AU The crew of the Night Fury - Hiccup Haddock (captain), Merida Haddock (first mate), and Jack Frost (Pilot) - have a habit of getting into trouble. Accidentally rescuing Princess Rapunzel of the planet Corona puts them in more trouble than they can deal with... unless Jack can admit he was wrong.

READ HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5149355/chapters/11854694

#jackunzel #rotbtd #answered

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ask-marios-apprentice · 26 days ago

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If you have to pick, which vice would you say most represents you? Oh and also which virtue?

For me personally, it's Desire and kindness.

Starting with desire. It's not the regular reason. Though I do request people I know not to use the word Tubular around me. I fear the wording might make me too comfortable.

But it's not the traditional reason why I'm desire.

I want to be a big star. As much as they want to help people. I fear that I'm doing this for reasons that are not entirely selfless.

Honestly. I kind of want one day to be a person that people look up to. I want the video game deals and festivals that are SUPER gets.

I digress bit.

My friends and family told me I'm a kind person and that is normal to feel these things. To want appreciation and such. A vice isn't inherently evil.

I'm told my virtue is kindness. Which I hope is correct.

If you want I can also explain some of the other SUPERS

Seven vices and seven virtues.

Elizabeth was a diligent yet greedy. She worked hard for her money.

Uyoga was prideful yet also appreciative. They wanted to be seen as honorable yet also appreciated people around them, hoping everyone could be seen as great.

Winston filled with humility yet also stuck in his ways of sloth. The man never allowed himself a new experience, just twirling hardly on his farm. Yet even after he became a well-renowned celebrity for being the first dry bones. He didn't think any better of himself than he was. A hard-working Koopa troops/ Dry bones.

Alice was Wrathful yet showed restraint. Alice was mad at the world due to her being dealt a poor hand at life. She wanted to get revenge. Yet despite becoming on Mafia Boss. She never really took in any pleasure of vices. She refused to want any of life's pleasures.

Merida was envious but also showed temperance. She wanted what people in her classes had. The better grades, the better car, the better dormitory. Yet she was still appreciative of what she had. It's a bit of a paradox ain't it.

Mario is indulgent yet also charitable. As much as he likes to take part in these big meals and events that celebrate him, he still cares about the community and the people he helps. He loves to give his heart and soul to everyone

Hopefully this answers your question. Take care

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ywpd-translations · 2 years ago

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Ride 713: Kiji Kyuui, start!!

Pag 4

2: Ahhh

3: The weather's clear today too, yon

Pag 5

9: Pfui

Pag 6

1: Yes, theey're about to close the gates

I got here just in time

As expected, mountain bikes really are

2: so fast....!!

'morning!

Good mornin!

Come on, let's go

Pag 7

1: Gunma prefecture, Harugishi

Ryousei high school

2: Waaaa

Uh-

3: Look at that guy

Right!?

He's so tall!?

4: It's the first time I see him, but I've heard rumors about him since the first day of school!

Chestnut-colored hair and pale-colored eyes.... right!?

7: And he got two consecutive victories with his club in a national competition!?

What!? Two consecutive victories, isn't that amazing!?

The third year....

Pag 8

1: Kiji Kyuui-senpai!!

3: Kyaaaaaa!!

Ahhh, taking off my sunglasses really is dazzling

4: He has a lot of grass on his back!

Are those leaves!?

What road does he take to come to school

5: But whatever, it's okay!!

Pag 9

1: Yeah

You know, this morning when I was waiting at the bus stop....

Ohh

Isn't this cute?

4: Fuu

5: Yoo Kiji!!

The window seat is no good

6: I heard ypu had a game yestarday!? Ah, a “race”, right!?

7: So, how was it!?

Pag 10

1: Huh?

I'm here, here

2: Sorry, I can't see with my eyes closed

Then open your eyes!!

3: You changed from individual competitions to team sports? From this year you're going from “MTB” to “road racing”?

4: I know from the kendo club, too

Surprisingly, team competitions don't go as planned, right?

5: You were the strongest in “MTB”....!! I mean, you won two times in a row, that's amazing

But when it's “road racing”, with several people

6: It doesn't go well!!

Right!? Right!?

7: Z.......

Keeping your eyes closed is making you sleepy, look!! Oi!!

Pag 11

1: Yeah, well

First of all, it's not like I changed sport, yon

2: I'll do both mountain bike and road racing

3: Huh!?

You didn't “switch”? Really?

4: And also, the Inter Highs in the summer....

5: I'll win both of them

6: That's it, yon

7: He really plans to do this, this guy.....!!

The.... then it's a challenge, I'll also aim to be the first in Japan in ken.....

Kiji-saaaaaan....!!

Pag 12

1: Is Kiji-san here!?

Excuse me!!

Huh?

2: Why is a second year suddenly raising his voice!?

Oohata-san from the kendo club! Congratulation for getting third place on yesterday team competition!!

3: Come in

He's glad he remembers so many things

4: Ah...

5: Yesterday was hard, wasn't it

No!!

Is the bruise you got from falling from your bike okay

6: That's not important

It was for Kiji-san!!

7: You saved me, yon

Pag 13

1: Ichifuji-kun

Fou!!

2: After my debut race during last August, even if I lost to that four-eyes guy, you still made me your pupil!! Thank you so much!!

Yeah yeah, I've heard that at least thirty times, yon

3: Howl, my Merida!!

They're both desperate!!

Pag 14

1: I placed second, but still I was glad

2: Because then I could always follow Kiji-san's back on the mountain bikes field

Thank you so much for teaching me so many things!!

Yeah yeah

4: Finally, I made it today!!

5: Really?

6: Let's go right now!!

That's why I came to call you!!

Thanks-chai

7: Kiji-san, that day

Last autumn....

8: When you came back from Chiba....

Pag 15

1: When you said “I'll do road racing too, I need to make a team”

2: I'll run in road races

3: I thought I also wanted to help you somehow

4: So, even if it was a different high school from the one I thought I'd go to, I persuaded my parents to let me move here to Ryousei

Fou!!

5: Are you regretting it?

6: No way

Pag 16

1: Here it's the closest I can be to see Kiji-san's great enterprise!!

The double victory of the mountain bike and road race Inter Highs!!

3: You're passionate!!

Pag 17

2: I came this morning and set up everything

Ohh... as expected, you're so attentive

3: So far

4: It's been tough

5: I asked the advisor teacher, and I didn't know anything about road racing, so I studied

6: I got the rollers and collected quite a bit of equipment

7: I asked

8: the guys on the field and even collected members

And we reached this point!! From now on we can start!!

Pag 18

1: The bicycles club of Gunma's Ryousei High School!!

Pag 19

2: From now on, this will be our clubroom!!

3: It just so happens that most of the members I gathered were raised on mountain bikes!!

So let's show them!!

Pag 20

1: How we're going to invade the “road racing” world!!

Pag 21

3: Like in yesterday's race

Let's show them the overwhelming difference between pur powers!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal manga #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal translations #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 713 #crying shaking screaming #I CANT BELIEVE IT OH MY GOD THEYRE BACK ALREADY ;A;#no really i literally screamed when i saw that second page #I wasnt expecting this AT ALL #KIJI MY BOY YOURE BAAAAAAAACK #and he really plans on doing both sports! you absolute mad man!#And Ichifujiiiiii baby!!!!#so theyll be on the same team?????#PLEASE TELL ME YOSHIMARU IS THERE TOO I NEED MY BOY BACK #ive missed them all so freaking much you dont get it i need them to be in every chapter #ino but really i wasnt expecting this at all??? i kinda expected to see them at the ih directly #and then get a flashback about what kiji did #but instead were getting the focus on them!!#also pls kiji is so funny asadsgfksdf #kiji: 'im gonna start the road racing team in my school'#also kiji: *does nothing and lets ichifuji do all the work*#PLEASE #Ichifuji best boy confirmed #also absolutely whipped for kiji confirmed #but #'ive heard this like 30 times already' asddfgafgadfg just let him fanboy over you kiji #IM SO HAPPY THIS CHAPTER WAS THE BEST NEW YEAR GIFT I COULD ASK FOR #also im guessing next chap will be a flashback of the race they did the previous day

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 3 months ago

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Find Four Lines!

Thanks for the tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks! I'll use my novel to hunt for all the lines hehe

a line about music

The radio played foreign songs, with the peculiar sybillic vocals that belied Paliodaen influence. (How did I know? Well, someone had a Pal-metal phase when she was 12. That was a time better forgotten.) Interspersed with the music were announcements about the local news.

a line about pain

Scrabbling panic grew in my chest. I was trapped under the surface of a lake, scratching, clawing my way up, lungs burning, out of air. Water was in my nose, bubbles breaking free of my mouth as the last of my air was lost, blood blossoming in the water where my nails were torn from the scratching, pain, in danger, dying-

a line about relationships

It did not do to think of the days when I had friends, after all. No, I was no child, to laugh blithely with the ones I loved. No child at all.

a bittersweet line

"No. It is not your fault. Truly, in a different world, I would have been great, just as you would have been a hero." The wistful smile he gave me made him look his age, for once. "But some things cannot be surmounted or overlooked. Your magic. Merida's beliefs. My... I suppose it is better not said. Simply know that it is the way of my people, the way of all our peoples, to discriminate."

Tagging @the-golden-comet, @illarian-rambling, @vampirelover890, @rbbess110, @novel-nook-blog

@minamaybe, @theink-stainedfolk, @agirlandherquill and open tag!

You lines are:

a line about hatred, a line about pain, a line about relationships, and a bittersweet line.

#writing #Tag games

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aevyk-ing · 21 days ago

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Me (autistic) in a Haunted House

The place where I do Pilates did a Haunted House yesterday and I needed to see what it looked like. I was dressed up and waited for over two hours because they locked the door for the second group (so they wouldn't run away) and then couldn't open it for a while (that door has had problems for a while). They managed to open it and go on, so here's my experience:

Better take my cloak off, I'm sure if someone pulls it, the snap will open (mental note to change the fastener and BTW, it was my Merida cloak).

The Male Nurse who greets us asks who's going to be the leader. I'm alone with a family and they all look at me. Great.

The Male Nurse hands me a black hospital gown to wear like a jacket. Remember that I'm wearing my folded cloak in my hands.

He tells us we're in a lab and there's a mortal virus going on. The only way to get cured is to have your eyes removed. He asks me if I'm up to that. I want to joke that I have some experience, because I have some candy with the shape of eyes in my backpack that I can show him. I decide not to say anything and just nod.

All the clinic is covered in plastic and it reminds me a lot of when we refurbished our old kitchen.

First room. My current Pilates teacher is sitting holding my old Pilates teacher's head. He's laying on a stretcher, his eyes closed and not wearing a t-shirt. Yes, he's ripped. I say hello. CPT asks for the leader to help him. The family stays in the corner. CPT wants me to hold OPT's head. He's bald. I have to do it, right? Yikes, why is his head so warm? CPT asks me to open his eye. Which one? Doesn't matter. I do so and I see he's wearing those white contacts. Cool. Oh, he opens his eyes and jumps from the stretcher in the family's direction. The Male Nurse tells us to leave. Oh, okay.

Second room. It's covered with a black mesh and we can see some creepy kids looking at us. Okay.

The Male Nurse says the Boss is waiting for us. It's the room where I do Pilates. The door is half open, a purple light shining. I feel like one of those days when I'm early and the door is closed and you don't know if there's someone there.

Third room. The receptionist has someone laying on the stretcher, her eyes covered in gauze. I see that the boxing bag has disappeared and there's a body hanging there. It's like the ones I saw in my last Haunted House. Like a human salchichon. Oh, yes, the boss is talking. She wants to know if any of us has the virus. We say no. I notice the Male Nurse breathing in my neck. Ugh, go away, I'm trying to listen. Wait, was he trying to scare me? No, Boss, the zombis didn't touch us. She points the lamp to the father of the family. She says that the leader has the virus. The Male Nurse clarifies that I'm the leader. The Boss looks at me. I don't know what to say. They attack us and the Male Nurse urges us to leave.

The family goes first and they scream. The father tells me to be careful. I look down. Oof, I almost stepped on someone's hand. Wait, it's over.

This is just the second Haunted House I've ever been in. The first one was way longer, but I also had the impression of just walking through it. I didn't scream either. I just ran at the end because everyone else did. So yeah, maybe Haunted Houses aren't made for me, but I had fun nonetheless.

#halloween #autism #autistic #haunted house

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orphancookie69 · 24 days ago

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10/2024: DDLV Showcase Stream!

I actually thought that this was going to be in November, but this ended up being before the end of the new starpath after releasing Timon and Puumba! Now, I have my own thoughts about another paid story extension but let's get into it...

As I have said before, they do great marketing campaigns. They announced the event-then dropped a teaser video. It showed a new realm, which I predicted anyways. Then freebies in your mailbox (in game). Then showed that it would touch on the next free update, which should be Sally. Next teaser was what looked like to be environment designing tools? And then of course a look at the next DLC.

10/29 Live Stream Showcase:

So let's talk free updates:

Sew Delightful Update: November 4th, we get Sally from NBC. Her storyline seems good so far.

Ethereal Winter Starpath

Floating Island Counterpart: 4 to purchase with dreamlight to expand your valley

Decoration: 16 points of rotation instead of 4

Winter/Spring 2025: Jasmine and Aladdin join Jafar.

Spring 2025: Alice in Wonderland/Cheshire Cat

Summer 2025: Peter Pan

Codes:

DDVSOCKS2024

DDVBOWHB2024

DDVJJACKET2024

DLC: Storybook Vale

A new realm with 3 parts: The Bind, Mythopia, and Everafter

New characters: Malificent, Hades, Merida, Flynn Rider, TBD

2 Parts: Part 1-November 20, Part 2-Spring/Summer 2025

So for free stuff, Sally looks great and sounds like they did a great job on that one. Jasmine? Yes more girl power, Alice in Wonderland-that was disney too? LOL, and Peter Pan-FINALLY. Quality of life updates, pretty good. Star path, eh? DLC, it looks solid. They took feedback from the last one and it has some great source material. Not sure the cost but its looking pretty good so far. Who else caught the update live? Who is rewatching it?

#rant #disney dreamlight valley #gamer #gamer girl #showcase stream #dlc #update #marketing #marketing campaigns #nightmare before christmas #sally #live #alice in wonderland #cheshire cat #aladdin #jasmine #peter pan

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thestayathomedragon · 1 year ago

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This thing is so much more massive then I ever thought it would become. You'll have to forgive any mistakes in English and Spanish you may find. As well as any risks I've taken that at the time I thought were worth taking. I don't know when I'll be able to stomach reading this again after fighting with it for weeks now in order to fix anything I missed so I'm sorry in advance.

There are probably some tags that also need to be updated but I'm tired and I just want this posted and done. I'll get to those sooner than later I hope.

Anyway if you're still willing to read this monster of a chapter (11,000+ words) and open to yet another AU I appreciate it. :3

I want to scream "I love you" from the top of my lungs (but I’m afraid that someone else will hear me)

Time is luck and I wish ours overlapped more or for longer…

The first time he laid eyes on Luis again after all these long years, Leon realized just how much he had forgotten about the other man.

He had forgotten what color Luis’s eyes were, smoke gray, and how big and expressive they were. He had forgotten the curve of the man’s jaw and the way the dark curls of his hair fell around his face. The bend of his lips when he smiled. He had even forgotten the sound of his voice, deep and lilting, with just a little hint of a rasp. Probably from those damned cigarettes he had always been so fond of.

It had been a long time. Ten years? But really, who was counting?

Leon also realized pretty quickly that the only thing he truly remembered about Dr. Luis Serra Navarro was how being with him made him feel.

“Hey.” He said softly in greeting and he couldn’t help but cringe internally because he knows these were not his first words to the man.

“Hey…” Pale eyes blinked a few times trying to adjust to the light shining directly into his face. Then Luis smirked and said, “Got a smoke?”

Leon couldn’t help the stupid grin that spread across his face at that. “No… but maybe we can find you one?”

He was already working on cutting Luis loose and as soon as the man was free Leon held his finger up to his mouth and showed him the flash bang tucked in his coat.

Luis looked confused but then his eyes widened in response to something… or someone behind Leon. “Close your eyes.”

The first meeting with Mendez went quite differently this time because Leon was expecting him.

A flash bang in such an enclosed space wasn’t a great plan, but it was the best Leon was able to come up with on the fly. It was, however, enough to incapacitate the big bastard long enough for them to get past him.

Leon rushed Luis up the ladder first and to his surprise the other man stuck around to help him up in kind. They took off together with Mendez not far behind them. Then Leon suddenly remembered the trip wire he disarmed on the way inside and used it to blow their stalker to hell.

“Merida!” Luis wheezed, trying his best to keep up with Leon. Leon made sure to check on him often but then, “Hey, wait!” He heard Luis’s yell but it was too late.

Pain exploded in Leon’s leg, it was nearly enough for him to pass out on the spot. “Fuck!” In his hast and attempt to make sure Luis kept up, he had completely missed that bear trap.

Luis could have kept going, he looked like he was considering it, but instead he cursed under his breath and doubled back for Leon. “You better be worth it, yanqui!” He hissed.

Leon was in too much pain for a quip and Luis was too distracted by his fight to get the bear trap open… Which meant neither of them saw the axe wielding villager until it was too late.

“Luis!”

Leon didn’t feel a thing when Mendez finally caught up to him.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

“You alright?”

He still expected Luis to try and run at the first opportunity, but the man surprised him by sticking around again this time. Leon thought that maybe since Leon hadn’t gotten his ass handed to him in front of the guy by Mendez this time that maybe he trusted him enough to watch his back. They were currently taking shelter in a rundown shack that was more of a storage shed than somewhere someone would actually live.

“Si? You?” Luis’s voice was back to normal. His breathing had evened out.

“Yeah. I’m good. No sweat.”

“So… got a name, Yanqui?”

Leon smirked, “Yeah. Leon Kennedy. You?”

“I’m Luis Serra. Seems you… me… picked the wrong spot to vacation, eh?”

“You could definitely say that.” Leon huffed, chuckling.

It had been ten years since Leon had traversed the village of Valdelobos and that had not been with Luis at his side. The man knew his way around much better than any map Hunnigan could have provided him. The extra fire power had made it much easier to make it through the valley full of “Ganados” as Luis had taken to calling them.

“I heard chatter about your missing senorita…” Luis whispered after they had successfully ducked and slinked passed some patrolling Ganados “Then later… I saw some of them dragging someone into the old church. It isn’t too far now. That way. But first… we’re gonna need to make a pit stop.”

“We need a key, right?”

Luis looked at him with a raised brow. “Si.” He said slowly. “It should be in the Big Cheese’s house.”

“Big cheese?”

“Si. Very Big Cheese.”

“Oh.” Leon grimaced. Now he remembered.

“That beauty there is our ticket in.” Luis said gesturing to the Eagle Emblem Leon had tucked in his coat. They had been able to snag it on their way through the valley.

They would have to be quick about it.

They were in fact not quick enough about it.

It went almost the way he remembered, only this time the injection Leon had been able to avoid in the old cellar of the Navarro house was revisited upon him in the Mendez home.

“Fuck.” Leon hissed, hand to his neck. “Fuck!”

“Shit! Shit!” Luis panicked, going pale as a sheet as he paced the room. Apparently, after injecting Leon, their hulking assailant no longer saw a point in sticking around.

“Hey, hey! Calm down.”

“No. No, you don’t understand.” Luis hissed and snatched his arm away from him.

“So, take a minute, calm down and explain it to me.”

And so, Luis did.

On the way to the lake, Leon couldn’t help but notice the looks the other man was giving him.

“Why didn’t you ask me how I knew about the plaga?”

“Huh?”

Luis narrowed his eyes at him.

“Uh, you’re from here, aren’t you?” Leon had been trying not to be too obvious about exactly how much he knew but he was becoming impatient. In his hurry to get through the same nightmares he had already experienced there was no doubt that he had let a few things slip.

Luckily, Luis didn’t press the matter. It wasn’t like they had a lot of time for chitchat while they tried not to be beheaded by a bunch of plaga infested villagers after all.

When they finally made it to the boat and onto the lake, the fight with the giant fish monster or salamander monster, according to Luis, went about as well as it always did.

They made it to the church battered and bruised but with key in hand. And when Leon tried to yell for Ashley, Luis was quick enough to stop him.

“What are you doing?!” He hissed. “You want to tell everyone we’re here or something?”

Leon rolled his eyes. He already knew there wasn’t anyone else here at the moment but kept quiet instead and conceded that the Spaniard may have had a point.

For some reason with Luis there, his first introduction to Ashley Graham went a lot smoother than he remembered.

This time he had to catch Ashley and Luis when they jumped out of the window. He not only learned what Luis’s giggle sounded like right next to his ear, but he and his back also learned that Luis is a lot heavier than he looks.

Having Luis for back up as they fight their way out of the church should have been a boon to their side and it had been up until Ashley slipped on the rain softened ground and the other man went to help her.

Leon turned just in time to see the Molotov burst against Luis’s back.

“Oh shit.” He gasped and it was pure reflex that put that bullet through the head of the bastard that threw it.

But it was no use.

Ashley’s shriek of Luis’s name was the last thing Leon heard.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

This time they weren’t able to avoid ending up in the cabin after they save Ashley from the church.

Although Leon did remember this time that there was a way from Ashley’s hiding place that would allow her to get upstairs to the door outside and unlock it. Which meant that the fight didn’t last nearly as long. Which meant that they got out before the Bull-head guy showed up.

This turned out to be unfortunate for multiple reasons but mostly because during their run from the cabin they crossed paths with the bull-headed bastard on the way to the wooden portcullis-like gate with Ashley having led the way. They are all startled by the appearance of the hulking Ganado, but Luis was fast enough to push Ashley out of the way. However, he was not fast enough to get himself out of the way in time to avoid taking a blow from the bastard’s oversized sledgehammer.

“Oh god! Luis!”

Ashley was still sprawled on the ground where she landed. Leon hesitated for a split second before he returned his attention back to the hammer wielding son of a bitch but it was just enough time for him to be grabbed from behind by a group of Ganados from the cabin.

“Leon!”

He swore he heard the Bull bastard laugh as he swung again.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

“I’m fine. I’m fine!” Luis hissed, pushing Leon away from him. “Tenemos que darnos prisa! Tienen a la princesa!”

Leon could admit that maybe this time he may have been a bit more overprotective of Luis than he should have been. He was so worried about Luis that Ashley had been easily snatched right from under their noses.

“What the hell is wrong with you, yanqui? Don’t you have a job to do?” The other man said before he took off in the direction they had seen Ashley being carried by the village chief Mendez.

Luis was rightfully furious. He had also been risking his life to protect Ashley too after all.

Leon knew that Luis was right. That he had to get his head back into the game before someone took it off. And Leon had every intention of doing so up until there was a flaming barrel of fuel was thrown Luis’s way and he had only a split second to decide what to do.

The choice was a lot easier than it should have been.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

Leon spent days with Luis and it was just as he had always quietly suspected all these years. Luis was the one that had slipped right through his fingers. The one that got away.

Leon tried not to dwell on it every time. He did have a job to do. Ashley was the priority. And he didn’t have to do much to convince himself of that. Of the three of them Ashley was the one that least deserved what was happening to her. And surely, she needed him more than Luis ever had but it didn’t make his failures any easier to stomach. Every time he watched Luis die another part of him went with the other man.

He didn’t even want to consider what happened to Ashley every time he failed her.

So, Leon took these chances and instead of losing his patience with the other man this time he actually listened when Luis talked.

Leon wanted to know more about Luis, and he knew he had to earn the man’s trust in order for him to do so. Leon learned just how similar they were. Apparently, Luis had lost his family at a young age as well and had also used that as fuel to work his way through school and to the top of his class. And though Leon had never gone to college he had done the same when he joined the police academy.

Apparently, neither of them felt comfortable enough to bring up their history with Umbrella but he could tell that Luis was suspicious of just how much Leon knew about his past.

And where the Leon of the past had been irritable and stand-offish, the Leon of now wasn’t nearly as uptight as he had been during their first meeting. And because of this, this Leon found that he and Luis actually had a similar since of humor. One that apparently consisted solely of dumb puns and corny one liners.

It also did not help that it turned out that they both seemed to have a competitive streak. It had quickly become a competition of sorts to make each other laugh. Ashley didn’t seem to find their brand of humor quite as funny as they did. She called their particular brand of humor ‘dad jokes’ or something like that to which both he and Luis took offense.

Was she calling them old or something?

“I gotta say, you aren’t what I expected when you told me my dad sent you,” Ashley had told him once, giving him a small smile.

“Well, I guess I’ve just been through enough stuff like this to still have a sense of humor about it now.” Leon had shrugged and then ruffled her hair as he walked back to reclaim the lead in their little trio.

“Hey!” Ashley had squawked in outrage and tried to swat his hands away. Leon snickered as he went on his way.

He had started to notice that he and Ashley’s relationship had developed a lot easier this time around and was grateful for it. It made it a lot easier to keep track of her and her confidence seemed to grow a lot quicker than it had before.

“Oye, Sancho! That’s no way to treat a princess!”

Leon nearly tripped over himself the first time Luis called him “Sancho”, his heart squeezing a bit in his chest. When Leon snarked back and called him Don Quixote the other man immediately laughed at him and corrected his pronunciation. Though the smile on Luis’s face had been worth the embarrassment.

From then on Leon did his best to keep the three of them together as long as he could.

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The first time he and Luis kissed was right after the minecart. Leon, high off the adrenaline making him jittery and reckless, just decided to hell with it and went for it. He just grabbed Luis and kissed him.

And to his relief the kiss was enthusiastically returned.

Honestly, it wasn’t actually much of a gamble at this point because if there was one thing Leon had noticed during his extended interactions with Luis was that the man was a terrible flirt. And apparently, had been the entire time, every time. How Leon hadn’t noticed when they first met, he had no idea.

Perhaps it was because he was a lot more attuned to the Spaniard this time. Now it seemed like Leon noticed everything Luis said or did and now it was just so obvious in retrospect.

It was actually kind of funny how oblivious 2004 Leon Kennedy had been versus 2014 Leon.

When they finally broke apart for air they just stood there for a bit, both of them grinning like fools. They stared into each other’s eyes like a pair of love-struck teenagers, their heads pressed together, noses almost touching. It was the happiest Leon had felt in so long that he could almost forget they were still in the depths of an ancient insect mine in the middle of nowhere Spain with Luis Serra of all people.

His therapist would have loved this.

He could hear her now. Something, something, trauma bonding… something, something.

“Mierda, Sancho. If I had known you were like this, I would have tried something hours ago.”

Leon couldn’t help but laugh like an idiot because Luis was pretty fucking cute when he blushed. “Well, now you know, cowboy.”

Leon also learned that while Luis Serra could dish it, he most certainly had a bit of difficulty taking it.

“Don’t go all shy on me now, Quixote.”

And if only Leon had a way to physically capture the way the other man’s eyes lit up in delight at the use of that nickname so he could revisit it over and over again.

Instead, Leon had to make do with a desperate attempt to capture the image into his memory.

“I have to say… I didn’t expect you to be so receptive to my advances, yanqui.”

Luis was probably right to have been surprised by Leon’s reaction to his advances he supposed. The Leon of 2004 had been a young man forced into a military that had enacted a policy that was unfriendly at best and downright hostile at worse for someone like him. So needless to say, he hadn’t exactly felt encouraged to explore his possible bisexuality back then.

That Leon, forced onto a leash that had been at its tightest at this point in time, would have been very surprised to find out how his older counterpart turned out.

It took a hell of a lot of willpower, but he was finally able to pull himself away from Luis now that he finally had him. But they did still have to make it out of these mines. And Leon still had to make sure that Krauser didn’t get the drop on them and that the man didn’t get a chance to get to Luis.

Not to mention the fact that they still had to find Ashley before it was too late.

Ashley was still the priority. She had to be.

But that didn’t mean there wasn’t something else he could do to ensure Luis made it out of here alive as well. So, before they moved on, Leon was able to convince Luis to take off his jacket and trade it for Leon’s body armor.

Leon argued that if Saddler had sent someone after them this would be the perfect time for them to get the drop on them and he wanted to make sure that Luis was safe.

Luis objected at first of course. Leon was the one that the president sent to save his daughter and he couldn’t do that if he got himself killed because he tried to protect Luis. Leon assured him that he hadn’t gotten this far just because of a vest.

Luis acquiesced but not until he got Leon to agree to wear his jacket.

The fight with Krauser goes a lot differently this time around.

Leon remembered that the son of a bitch was a lot cockier the first time they did this. However, this time the major hadn’t gotten the chance to literally stab Luis in the back first. Now he had to deal with both of them at once. And the Leon he was up against now wasn’t the 27-year-old former rookie the major was accustomed to.

This Leon was a battle-hardened veteran with an additional ten years of experience under his belt.

Leon had insisted that Luis hang back and cover him with his pistol and the Spaniard was just as good of a shot when it really counted as Leon remembered.

He could tell when Krauser realized he wasn’t going to win this fight. When he realized that he couldn’t get in Leon’s head the way he had planned.

“He was after the amber.” Leon had said once Krauser had retreated.

The look on Luis’s face was one of shock and then resignation.

Sometimes, Luis told Leon about his deal with Ada. Sometimes, it never came up. Sometimes Leon ran into Ada. Sometimes he didn’t.

“Don’t ask me how I know.” Leon sighed, this time it never came up. “Just… keep it safe,” turning to the other man and giving him a meaningful look. “Alright?” He knew that Krauser wasn’t the only one who was trying to get their hands on it. And he wanted to make sure that Luis knew it, only breaking eye contact once Luis nodded in agreement.

It was a rare occasion that Luis was speechless, and Leon couldn’t be more grateful that the other man had chosen now to clam up and listen instead.

“C’mon. Hard mode is just beginning.”

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The first time Leon actually looked at himself in a mirror he was surprised by his reflection. He had almost forgotten what he looked like back then and was fascinated by his baby face. A grinning Luis came to stand next to him and he couldn’t help but wonder what Luis would look like in ten years.

Leon gave him a soft look.

“What is it?” Luis asked although the only answer he got from Leon was another quick kiss.

“Nothing.” Leon shrugged.

They fought Salazar together because Luis wouldn’t let Leon leave him behind, and surprisingly it went a lot smoother than Leon remembered it.

Not only did he give Leon the same taunts as before, but Salazar also now has some for the “traitor” Dr. Serra as well.

Leon found that he was unreasonably curious to hear what the little shit had to say about Luis. Mostly he found that Salazar was obsessed with Saddler, which he was already quite aware of. And that he had taken it upon himself to be upset on Saddler’s behalf that Luis had the nerve to not only reject the plaga but to remove it. Or as Salazar called it, “clawed it out like some rabid animal”.

But what had actually given Leon pause was that Salazar seemed to be particularly outraged that his Lord Saddler had chosen Luis over all his other and decidedly more loyal subjects stand beside him.

And that… was unexpected.

Leon had seen the way Luis’s face as fallen when the mold son of a bitch spit out that particularly jab.

After the fight with Salazar was finally over, Luis looked pale and stricken. And before Leon could ask him…

“It’s nothing. And I don’t want to talk about it.” Luis said. He wouldn’t even look at him. Instead focused on checking his pistol and making sure it was reloaded. With Leon’s vest on he almost looked the part. Almost.

“Uh… okay.” And Leon had to remind himself that there was still so much he never got a chance to learn about Dr. Luis Serra Navarro.

The scar he’d seen on the other man’s chest had taken on a whole new meaning.

Luis had to have been desperate to get that plaga out. Willing to go through unspeakable pain to do so. Not that Leon wouldn’t have also done the very same in a second. But Luis was a scientist, a researcher, not a battle-hardened soldier. For him to choose to put himself through something like that…

Leon felt ill.

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Running into Saddler again was an experience. For once this time Luis was with them and it pretty clear that the man was petrified at just the sight of the decrepit bastard.

Which was rather unfortunate since Luis was the only one of them not currently infected with las plagas. Which also meant that he was the only one of them currently not under Saddler control.

“D-don’t. Don’t t-… Luis.” Leon grit his teeth as he tried to fight just to get the words out. That was different. He remembered that he hadn’t been able to speak at all before. Even if it was strained. He still couldn’t move an inch, however.

And poor Ashley was once again standing in front of him… them fighting for her life. And that son of a bitch had his eyes on Luis the whole time. Not even bothering to give he and Ashley his full attention as he put them through hell.

Ashley and Luis.

He had failed them both. Again.

“L-lord Saddler…” Luis had finally found his voice and it sounded just as terrified as the man looked. “Please…” But before he could get a word in…

Leon flinched when the first shot went off. The sound of the disciple standing to the left of him falling was louder somehow. But then things played out a bit differently then Leon remembered because for once… Luis was with them.

“N-no.” Leon hissed.

“Please. S-stop.”

Saddler’s smile was chilling.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’ve done, dear boy?” His eyes were still on Luis. “I can sense it in their blood. You’ve tried to poison them against me. What lies have you told them? What heresy have you spread, ungrateful child?

“I had such great hopes for you, my little lamb. But there are only so many times I can turn the other cheek. You’ve been given chance after chance to learn the error or your ways and still… you persist.”

“Lu-Luis… You n-need to…”

Saddler didn’t even bother to look at Leon as he willed his hold on him even tighter.

“Lord Saddler please… I never meant to…”

The withered old bastard raised a hand and this time both he and Ashley screamed out in pain. Luis fell silent immediately.

“I offered you a most coveted seat by my side and this is what I receive from you in return for my generosity? You… Dr. Serra aiding in the massacre of your own brothers and sisters at the side of these American heretics?”

“I’m not sure,” Luis’s voice was so small. “What you want from me? I’ve already done what you asked.”

“That is true. You have… in part,” Saddler said as he paced around Ashley standing beside her and suddenly the gun in Ashley’s hand moved to point at Luis instead. “But you forget what I desired most of all…”

“N-no… I don’t…”

“Your fealty, Dr. Serra! I require your complete and utter devotion, my child… To our lord of course.”

Shit. No. “Y-yeah… r-right.” Leon wheezed as once again the invisible hold on his chest squeezed tighter. It was clear what Saddler was really after and it was even more stomach churning than Leon could have imagined.

“But that, my dear boy, is something I now see you aren’t capable of. What a pity and such a waste!” Saddled rested a hand upon Ashley’s shoulder. “What is it they say, my child?” The sickly son of a bitch actually chuckled as Ashley’s panicked cries increased, “An eye for an eye?”

“No! Wait!”

The next shot went off and then there was the familiar sound of a fallen body and Leon was helpless to do anything to stop it.

Ashley’s mournful sobs filled the room as all that Leon could do was continue to tremble with rage as all he was able to manage were a few tears of his own.

Leon knew that had Luis had the chance he would have moved to block the next shot. He also knew that even at this range the body armor would have protected them both, no problem.

But Luis did not get that chance. And this time Ashley did not miss.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

They didn’t even make it past the giants this time.

All of Leon’s previous failures had begun to weigh on him. He was tired and desperately trying to ignore the feeling of defeat that loomed on the horizon. He had just gotten the hatch open underneath the first Gigante after he had made sure that Luis was out of the way. But it seemed that they both had miscalculated just how much of a reach one of those bastard’s had even while sinking into a pool of molten ore.

Leon could do nothing at that moment but stare in disbelief as the hatch closed. “O-oh g-god.” He gasped and fell to his knees. “Fuck.”

Unlike Leon, the armored of the two giants didn’t waste any time mourning the death of its partner.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

The mine cart was getting old. Leon knew he was being unreasonably cranky but if Luis had to ride that thing as many times as Leon already had he would understand where Leon was coming from.

But Luis didn’t know what it was like to ride the minecart so many times, because Luis never remembered.

Thank god.

Luis got to live his life over and over again. Completely oblivious of the horrible way he had just died the time before.

Leon, of course, wasn’t so lucky.

Leon also hadn’t been lucky enough to dodge the novistodor that had been hiding to the left of him.

“A little help here!” He hissed as he wrestled with the chittering son of a bitch.

“Now, Sancho what would you do without me, eh?”

The thought alone turned out to be plenty to throw a PTSD ridden Leon off balance enough that he didn’t even see the novistodor intent on taking advantage of Luis’s vulnerable back until it was too late.

“Luis! On your six!”

“Eh?” Luis yelped as he was practically tackled by the giant insect.

Leon’s struggle increased in his panic to get to the other man in time. Finally, he was able to dispatch it with a blade through its eye just in time to hear Luis’s panicked screams reach a fever pitch.

Leon turned over just in time to watch as not one but two of the monstrous bugs tore into Luis, tearing him apart right before his eyes.

The other man’s screams stopped abruptly, leaving only the sound of the insects as they fed and the sound of Leon’s harsh breathing echoing throughout the cavern.

Leon wasn’t sure what killed him this time, but he had a good idea.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

Leon knew he had been acting strangely this run.

He knew that he had been a lot more paranoid and overbearing than usual. Protective of Luis in ways he had never been in the past. And somehow Luis seemed to know he was not quite himself.

Luis, unable to see that Leon was only trying to look out for him, grumbled more than once that what Leon had actually been doing was treating him like a child instead of trusting him as his partner in this.

Luis argued that he was just as serious about helping Ashley as Leon was and Leon would see that if he, “Saca la cabeza del culo para que puedas oírme.”

Leon didn’t know what that meant, his Spanish was regrettably not as good as it used to be due to disuse, but by the context of their argument and the look on Luis’s face it couldn’t have been complimentary.

“Watch your mouth, amigo.” Leon hissed.

“You’re kidding.” Luis snorted in response and shook his head. “Lo que sea, amigo.”

Their ongoing argument eventually came to a head when they lost Ashley to one of Salazar’s bug bastard bodyguards. Each of them then turned their frustrations with each other onto the hapless cultists that dared stand in their way.

Leon had been able to avoid getting infected this time, so the plan was to grab the stashed vails of suppressant and the amber sample, then get Ashley and head straight to Luis’s lab.

Hours later, covered in sweat and other such bodily fluids, the two of them clumsily stumbled into some long forgotten sitting room, the furniture covered in a thick layer of dust. They were all over each other, practically attached at the lips like two dimwitted and horny teenagers.

Adrenaline pumped through their veins and made them dizzy and dumb with lust.

“This the sort of shit you’re into eh, yanqui?” Luis sneered at him. “Your government training screw up your wiring or something? Es cierto?”

Leon answered by shoving the Spaniard down onto an ancient-looking sofa. A plume of dust erupting into the air.

“C’mon then, querido. You can tell me. I don’t judge.” Luis’s snickered and only served to grate on Leon’s nerves even more. He’d forgotten how irritating this asshole could be in his obsession with saving his life.

“Do you ever shut up?” Leon growled before shoving at Luis’s shoulders and following him down, clambering onto him to straddle his narrow hips.

“Why don’t you give me a reason to, yanqui?”

Insufferable. But Leon was grateful for the distraction. Having Luis in his arms again like this after so many failed runs had made Leon feel things. Things he didn’t think Luis was ready for. As far as Luis was concerned, the two of them had only known each other for less than a day, so he knew that there was no way that Luis felt the same. And Leon could accept that. The other man just wanted to have a good time.

But even still, Luis’s stupid little giggle had cracked Leon’s heart wide open and he was helpless against the flood of emotions that brought.

“H-hey… Gimme some space, eh Sancho?” Luis’s chuckled, his face flushed adorably. If Leon didn’t know any better, he might have thought the other man looked nervous. Luis grumbled at him as he wiggled out of his jacket.

His white dress shirt had already come loose out of his jeans and had ridden up to expose a wide strip of the tanned skin and the thick dark hair spread over his belly.

He looked up at Leon from beneath unfairly long eyelashes and bit down on his swollen bottom lip. “You just gonna stare,” his voice was low and smokey, “Or are you gonna help me out here?”

Luis arched his hips up enough to dislodge Leon from his waist pushing the other man back enough to reach his own belt and unbutton his jeans.

“Whatever,” Leon snorted gracelessly before grabbing a hand full of the other man’s jeans. He tugged them off with enough force to nearly pull Luis off the sofa with them, leaving Luis in just his wrinkled, filthy dress shirt and boxer briefs.

Luis cackled and flailed around for anything to hold on to. “A little rough don’t you think?”

“Oh, you don’t like it rough?” Leon asked, eyes roaming over all the newly uncovered skin now on display. And he might have been a little impatient. It had been a while even by his standards and even then, none of them even came close to Luis Serra Navarro.

“Could have fooled me. Fuck… You’re gorgeous.” Leon said out loud before he could stop himself and Luis just could not resist preening for him.

It was more than obvious that Luis knew just how attractive he was. He had never been particularly shy about it. And at that moment, he just laid there, sprawled underneath Leon. Watching him with dark eyes as Leon fumbled with belts and clasps, pouches, and holsters like a loser, all while he leisurely stroked himself off. Snickering at Leon, who might have been a little distracted and a little frustrated with one particular strap that had decided to be difficult.

Leon rolled his eyes and tugged hard enough to hear a ripping sound. He sighed. To be fair when this version of Leon Kennedy had gotten dressed this morning it had been for a mission and not for… well… this.

“You okay there, cowboy? Need some help?” Luis seemed sincere enough, even if there was laughter in his voice.

“Nah, I got it. You just keeping laying there and looking pretty.”

“Oh, that I can definitely do.”

Leon had the feeling that Luis would have given him a mock salute if his hands weren’t already preoccupied.

Finally, he got the damn thing loose and tossed it. “Some help you’d’ve been anyway.”

“Hmm… I do have another one ya know.” He said raising the hand he’d had resting behind his head for show.

“Yeah, well…” Leon’s voice was muffled by the end of one of his fingerless gloves that he was currently using his mouth to pull off.

“C’mon, Sancho!” Luis growled in a way that could almost pass for a whine. The Spaniard apparently had grown impatient with Leon’s quiet contemplation of his hip bones. “Are you trying to torture me? We don’t have all night.”

Leon looked down at him, really looked at him, taking him all in.

It felt silly to even think it but, Luis truly was a dream come true.

One that he was willing to fight tooth and nail for, no matter how many times it took.

“Por el amor de Dios, Sancho…” Luis, ever impatient, wrapped one of his long legs around Leon’s waist. He used his foot at the small of Leon’s back to pull him forward so he could grab a handful of blond hair and tug him down for a kiss.

And then he gracelessly shoved his other hand down the front of Leon’s now open pants, into his underwear and wrapped those long fingers around him. Leon groaned loudly into the other man’s mouth, his hips twitching forward on reflex.

Leon struggled to push his own pants down his thighs before he wrapped both of his arms around Luis and pulled him impossibly closer trying to press every inch of their skin that he could together. They both moaned in unison. Luis adding something in Spanish that Leon’s muddled brain couldn’t be trusted to translate so another groan was all he could muster in return.

Luis, just as loud and expressive as he was with anything else, answered back with another groan of his own.

Leon knew the Leon of 2004 wouldn’t have had a clue what to do with the beautiful and very willing man underneath him. Leon was not proud of the man he’d been back then. He knows that Luis had been right to be wary of flirting with him.

It had taken years to untangle that particular fucked up mess of anxiety and self-loathing the military had left him in.

The Leon S. Kennedy of 2004 would have been too freaked out by the fact that there was another dick so close to his own to do anything worthwhile about it. But luckily for both of them, the Leon of 2014 was now fucked up in a new and more interesting ways and now had no time to entertain such bullshit. Which meant that now he had more than enough experience in that department. He was well over his bi-panic phase and was seated quite comfortably into his bi-disaster phase.

And now that he had another chance and an even younger body to use to his advantage and he was not going to waste it.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t nearly enough time to do all the things to Luis that he had been dreaming of. And this certainly was not his ideal venue for such a thing anyhow. There was also no time for any meaningful preparation. They would have their first time together but for now they would have to make do with the borrowed time and space they had.

“Oh f-fuck, Luis!” Leon groaned into the crook of Luis’s throat, shuddering at the spark of pleasure that shot up his spine when Luis rolled his hips up against his just so.

If he were honest, there wasn’t enough time for any of this. But after everything he had gone through, everything he had seen Luis go through, he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity. If Luis was willing to risk it then so was he.

Luis babbled something low in Spanish that Leon was still in no mental state to translate, whimpered right next to his ear and it was like the sound vibrated down Leon’s spine and right to his dick. He was already leaking a crazy between them and this only made even wetter. It was more of a blessing than a curse however, seeing as they probably weren’t within a hundred miles of any proper lubricant.

Every slip and slide of their skin was electric and addicting. Every increasingly desperate sound he was able to pull out of Luis only made him want more.

“Joder. Por favor... eres tan buena. Estoy tan cerca, cariño.” Ended with a whine that Luis would probably never admit to Leon would be playing on repeat in his mind for years to come.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” Leon slurs the words, rocking his hips back into Luis’s in time, their cocks slipping against each other perfectly. He had to admit that the Spanish, the accent was really doing it for him. He was practically drooling against the side of Luis’s neck before latching on to spot right underneath his chin dragging his teeth a bit before sinking in.

The other man giggled in response to the praise and it was simultaneously the most ridiculous and most endearing thing Leon had ever heard.

And well, that was Luis Serra Navarro in a nutshell, wasn’t it?

That thought only made Leon hold on to him even tighter.

When Luis came it was with the softest, most fragile sound Leon had ever heard.

And Leon was an absolute mess for this man, twitching and cursing through his own orgasm not a but a few moments later.

As they laid practically on top of each other on a sofa that definitely was not big enough for two grown men of their stature and panted against each other’s sweat damp skin, Leon couldn’t help but try and catalogue every moment of what they had just done together.

Okay, maybe he was more than a little obsessed.

Curled into Luis’s side, Leon watched as the bastard smoked leisurely. His thick, dark hair was wild, a few sweat soaked strands framed his handsome face, eyes closed and long, lashes fluttered against high cheek bones. The Spaniard looked the epitome of vice and debauchery and Leon adored him for it.

He knew in that moment that he had done the right thing coming back here again… and again… and again. Damn the risks. Leon would burn the whole world to the ground if it meant he got to keep this beautiful man. If he got to have him for the rest of his life, he would do anything.

And wasn’t that a dangerous revelation.

Just how far was he willing to go?

They could just leave now. They could find a boat. Leave this place together. No Ada. No… Ashley.

No Ashley.

Leon couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t ever considered it.

What if that was the solution? What if that was the only way to make this work?

He wasn’t infected. Luis wasn’t infected. They were free. They could just go.

They didn’t even have to go back to the States. They could go anywhere. Change their names. Start over.

Leon had made plenty of unsavory connections in his time as a lapdog for the government. It wouldn’t be difficult.

“Leave the girl. She’s lost no matter what.”

Luis even told him about the amber this time. Maybe they could even get Ada to help. It wasn’t like Leon didn’t know how all of this was going to play out anyway. He had lived it many times already. One way or another Ada would get the amber, maybe at least this time Leon could get something out of it.

Before all of this, he had missed Luis sure, but he had barely known the other man. The despair of never having gotten the chance had been enough for him to risk his life over and over again just to try and save him. But now that he did know Luis, Leon could not fathom what lengths he wasn’t willing to go to get what he wanted.

He had lived years past this point in his life already. He knew that there wasn’t anything to look forward to if he continued down the same path.

Leon cuddled even closer to the warm body lying next to him and buried his nose into the other man’s hair. Underneath the smell of sweat and smoke he could smell a lingering hint of the other man’s cologne and it calmed his hectic thoughts.

Even if Leon could somehow stomach the idea of leaving Ashley here on her own to fend for herself until they realized that Leon was gone and sent someone else to try and save her, there was the matter of convincing Luis to go along with it. And wasn’t saving Ashley the reason Luis was even here with him right now? Luis could have left them both high and dry hours ago. Found Ada and left with her with neither of them none the wiser.

But he had stayed. Because it was the right thing to do. Or… as Leon had heard him say many, many times by now…

“I just want to feel good about myself. Make amends. Something like that.”

“En qué estás pensando, mi vida?” Luis didn’t even bother to open his eyes when he offered Leon a pull from his half-spent cigarette. To which Leon answered with a curious quirk of his eyebrow before he took the man up on his offer. “Puedo sentirte pensando desde aquí.”“Qué crees que estoy pensando?” Leon asked bravely after he exhaled curls of smoke into the air above them, laughter in his voice. Luis always teased him mercilessly about his accent. Although lately he’d had nothing but time to practice. Luis naturally became his unwitting teacher whenever he was tired, or upset, or excited.

“Creo que estás pensando en mí, por supuesto.”

Leon just hummed as he traced gentle patterns into the soft dark hair on Luis’s stomach. The other man shuttered delicately against him, and Leon couldn’t remember ever having felt so content in this life. It was pretty ironic considering where they were.

Luis squirmed again. Ticklish then. Leon filed this information away for another time. But at that moment, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Luis was. It was like years had melted off of him. Leaving behind a man that Leon had only gotten small glimpses of before from behind tired eyes and feigned bravado.

This was the Luis that the man hadn’t gotten the chance to be. Here was a man still obvious of all the ways Leon had failed him and probably would fail him again until he finally got it right.

Would Luis forgive him if he knew what he was considering?

They had spent so much time together now that Leon already knew the answer.

Nonetheless, this was the first time they had gotten this far. Leon couldn’t help but feel hopeful that his time might work out. That he would finally figure it out. A way to save both Ashely and Luis.

“You think I’m gonna give up that easy?”

“I’m going to get you out of here, Luis.” And Leon was proud of the way his voice had not cracked there. “You and Ashley.”

Mist gray eyes blinked open, a contented smile on the handsome face. “Damn.”

Leon’s face fell and confusion took over. “What is it?”

“It’s… it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Luis said all of sudden he looked bashful.

“Nothing, huh? I just made a bold declaration. A grand gesture.” Okay, maybe it was more of a grand promise of a grand gesture. “Don’t get all shy on me now, Don Quixote.”

Luis’s eyes lit up like the moon on a clear night. “Don… Oh, my sweet Sancho. Now I know for sure that I want to keep you.”

Leon chuckled, realizing that though this was not the first time either of them had used such pet names for each other, neither of them had ever said them like this.

“How could you know so well the key to my heart, querido?” Luis’s hand on the back of Leon’s neck pulled him in so he could kissed him deeply. “You’ve done it now.” Luis kissed him again. “Now you’ll never be rid of me.”

Leon smiled into yet another kiss, “Promises. Promises.”

“Hey, does this make me like one of your Bond girls?”

Leon choked on his laughter, “What?”

God, Leon hoped he was right.

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Krauser’s knife had cut through Luis’s belly like butter. And the sound that came out of Leon’s mouth was one that isn’t even recognizable to him as being human.

The bitterness of his failure and despair consumed him as he watched Luis stumble in a daze as he tried and failed to hold onto his own innards. Krauser, more considerate than Leon ever remembered him being, was kind enough to let Leon watch as his partner fell to his knees and coughed up a mouthful of blood so dark it almost looked black in the low light of the cavern.

“Sloppy!” The major growled and Leon was still so stunned and horrified by the sight in front of him that he didn’t even notice when his own throat was slit.

Krauser tutted before he sauntered away with his prize. “What a disappointment.”

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

When Leon finally does kill Krauser, Luis held him as he cried.

The victory and sorrow was short lived, however. Because less than an hour later Leon found himself on his back as he slowly bled out into the dirt, his fingers going numb as they stubbornly held on to Luis’s limp hand. A plan for what he would do differently next time was already taking shape in his fading mind.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

“Hey, hey! Luis! Talk to me! What are we looking at?”

“I… uh…

“Hey, look at me. I’m right here. You’re not alone, alright. Not anymore. We’re partners, yeah?”

“Partners?” Luis looked surprised, confused. Shit. Luis was bleeding from his hairline from a wound on his head. Leon couldn’t even remember if they had even talked about being partners this run. Did they even go to the cabin this time?

“Yeah. And I need my partner right now. Run me the plan again. From the top.”

And he did. He even only slurred his words a little. Only slipped between English and Spanish a couple of times but Leon had gotten it for the most part.

Now, Leon lay there on the ground, his laughter near hysterical. He was bleeding from a wound that would eventually kill him. Fuck it all. Luis’s plan had actually worked. Or it would have worked if Leon hadn’t fucked it up.

“Sh-shit.” He wheezed. “Luis? Fuck. Luis!”

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m s-sorry.”

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

One minute he was ushering Ashley through yet another wooden door, the next he was being flung through the air. The only other sign he got that something had gone oh so wrong was the sound of Luis’s choked off yelp of surprise and Ashley’s scream.

“Oh…shit! Luis?” Leon crawled to the edge of the cliff. “You gotta be kidding.” Voice cracking in a mixture of exhaustion and defeat. He wasn’t even able to see down far enough to find him.

“Leon!”

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

They were on their way to the chief’s house when they realized that they weren’t going to be able to outrun the bastard with the chainsaw. But Luis was the one who got clipped by him this time. All because Leon was too slow to reload his shotgun.

In a frustrated rage, Leon unloaded every round he had into the bastard’s face though in end it did nothing to bring his partner back. Instead, all it did was leave him completely out of ammo by the time group of Ganados out for his blood caught up to him.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

This time they were separated by the explosion in the town square and for some reason the bell tower fell in between them.

And that just didn’t make sense.

This had never happened before, and Leon just couldn’t understand how it could have happened.

They had done this dance so many times now that they were almost in sync. What had they done differently this time? What had he said to make Luis think it was a good idea to walk just that few feet to the right without him?

He could rack his brain all he wanted but in the end all he could do was listen as the pack of infested wolves finally caught up to Luis on the other side.

Digging his hands into his dust covered hair, Leon sobbed out in defeat. Then he took a calming breath and then another before he found a spot on the ground to sit and calmly wait for his turn.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

"Ay, Dios… Ay, Dios… Mierda! Lo siento, lo siento mucho, mi amor."

“It’s o-okay. H-hey it’s okay, Luis. I’ll… I’m gonna c-come back for you, okay. I’ll… I’ll come back.”

“Leon?”

“J-just wait for me… please…” “Ay, Dios! No, no... Por favor, no. Q-que voy a h-hacer...”

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

Luis shouldn’t have even been down here. The Verdugo was supposed to have been his fight.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

Leon had lost count of how many times he had done this by now. How many times he had found himself stood in this very room. Usually, he was with Luis, but they had been separated by bad luck. Salazar had Ashley. Leon was just so frustrated that he knew he had become extra snappy.

He had done this dance with Ada before. It was one of his clearest memories of Spain. Seeing the woman again after six years of nightmares and regrets. Leon really hated how attached he could get to people who never gave a shit about him in the first place.

He could only hope that Luis would turn out to be different.

But right now, he was tired and because of that he had been sloppy.

Ada hissed when his knife sliced into her arm. And Leon is shocked by the sight of her blood on his blade. It’s not the first time he’s seen her bleed, but it is the first time he was the one responsible for it.

“Fuck.” He sheathed his combat knife and is already moving toward her to help before he can think that his help may not be wanted at all.

But Ada made that clear with the gun pointed at his chest and the look of surprise she made a poor attempt at hiding with a scowl.

“Not a bad move. Real smooth.” She still had her gun trained on him though, her eyes hard. He can see that her arm is still slowly bleeding. At least the cut wasn’t deep enough for serious damage then. He wasn’t going for the kill after all, but he had never meant to hurt her either.

“Let me…”

“I’m fine.” She looked embarrassed if he were being honest.

He had been very much in his own head since he lost Ashley and lost track of Luis. Fighting on auto pilot. It was dangerous and stupid he knew it but he was so thoroughly compromised and Ada seemed to just know that something was up with him.

Her script was the same, however. She tells him to leave Ashley. But what he wasn’t expecting was when she told him that she knew about him and Luis.

Leon was too shocked to convincingly deny it and she just looked at him with something like pity in her eyes. She tried to convince him that Luis was trouble and that he couldn’t be trusted. That Leon should get away from him while he still could.

Which was rich coming from her.

“You’re kidding, right? You’re telling me not to trust someone?”

“I would know, wouldn’t I?” She said, grunting when he wiped away the blood to reveal the cut underneath. She had finally given in and let him try and patch her up. His way of apologizing and her way of getting close enough to him to speak right into his ear her poison against whatever spell she believed Luis had put him under.

“I know about him working for Umbrella… Just like you did.”

She doesn’t look surprised at that. It was old news after all.

Leon scoffs. “I’m well beyond that.”

Ada sniffed and sized him up. “I suppose you are.” She gave him a look and now he knew for sure that she knew. “That’s a shame. Still the same Leon S. Kennedy I know and…”

They both still when they hear footsteps on the other side of the door. Leon would know them anywhere and Ada didn’t seem concerned once she took note of Leon’s reaction.

“Sancho? You in here?”

Ada give him her usual mysterious and cryptic non-goodbye just in time for Luis to find Leon alone.

“Hey, c’mon I know where they took our princess.”

They made it all the way to Saddler only this time Luis died in the sanctuary mere feet from his laboratory.

Ada made her appearance too late to stop it from happening and Leon couldn’t help but wonder if that had been a case of unfortunate timing or a part of her plan all along. Not that it really mattered anymore now.

This time when she yelled for him to move, he didn’t. She would just have to watch this time as Saddler ends him too.

[You Are Dead. Reload Save? Quit?]

[Quit]

“What?”

“What the fuck…”

He stumbles out of the machine. Catching himself on the slick stainless steel. He stands there for a moment, staring at his hands. His vision is blurring, there are tears in his eyes.

“Leon?”

It was Salazar this time. Luis had pushed him, but he hadn’t been fast enough to get himself out of the way in time. The moldy son of a bitch just wouldn’t give Leon the chance to get near enough to Luis to try and stop the bleeding.

“I need to go back,” he says quietly. “Send me back.”

“Wait. No. I’m not just going to keep…”

“Send me back!”

The doctor gives him a stern look. “I said. No.”

“Every time! Every fucking time!” Leon stops and takes a breath, then another and runs his hands through his already messy hair. “Every time he dies it’s because of me.”

The face of the woman standing in front of him is unreadable. She is quiet for a moment before finally speaking again.

“If that’s true, what do you plan to do to change that, huh?”

Leon looks back at her like she had just said something vulgar.

“If he’s just going to keep…”

“I have to go back.” Leon pleads. “Dr. Dawson, listen if I just…”

“Leon… I can’t just keep sending you back. I told you… this technology isn’t exactly well tested. You shouldn’t even be here. I shouldn’t even be here!”

“Well, think of this as your tests. I’ll keep being your guinea pig… or lab rat or what the fuck ever. You got a waiver for me to sign or something?”

“What am I supposed to tell the DSO when this goes wrong? Huh? Because it’s going to go wrong, Leon. I mean look at you. You’re barely keeping it together as is!”

“Please. I’m this close to figuring it out. I know it.”

“What if there is no figuring it out. What if… what if he’s supposed to die?”

Leon’s eyes were bloodshot, red rimmed and sunken into dark circles. He looked haggard and completely hollowed out. Like he was already a bottle in and half way though another. He was so tired he was even slurring his words.

The two of them had been at this for quite some time. And there was no telling how long he had been spending back there every time before he came back.

“No. No he’s not.” He is not proud of the way his voice cracks then but he’s too desperate for pride now. “The only reason he…” He licks pointlessly at dry, cracked lips. “The only reason he didn’t make it was because he was trying to help me.”

“And that’s supposed to change somehow?”

“I won’t let him this time.”

“You said it yourself! You already tried that! And every time he…”

“It’ll work this time!” Leon yells. “It has to.”

“What about you?”

“I don’t care about me!” Leon said.

“What about Ashley?”

He pauses at that, blues eyes widen like he had been slapped.

“I… I can’t do this.” He hisses from between grit teeth. “I can’t keep doing this. Living like this.” Leon slumps down into a chair nearby, his head in his hands. “It’s… it’s not fair.” His shoulders are shaking, he’s trying not to be obvious about it but it’s clear he’s crying. “You don’t understand… h-how fucking miserable this is.” He growled the words, spitting venom, his hand clenched in front of him. “To have to keep feeling like… this! To be this close…”

She sighs and takes a seat in front of him.

“So… you’re just going to trade Ashley for him?” She asks, already knowing the answer. “Because you told me that Doctor Serra was the only reason you and Ashley Graham made it out of Spain in the first place. If he doesn’t help, then… Then what?”

“I… I know what to do now. I can just…”

“Okay.” She said leaning back in her chair, spreading her hands as if to say ‘go on’. “What’s the plan, Agent Kennedy?”

The silence that spread between them tells her all she needs to know.

“Leon…”

“What do you want me to say? What do I need to do to convince you, huh? I’ll do it.”

“Well, you could actually listen to me for starters.”

The look on his face isn’t enough to deter her.

“I never told you why I started all this in the first place, did I?” She says, purposely not looking right at him. “You’re not the only one who’s lost people, y’know.”

Leon looks up at her, sniffling.

“I tried too. And tried. And tried. And tried.”

Another tear escapes those big, sad blue eyes and rolls down into the stubble on his chin. It truly does hurt her to have to do this. She had hoped that maybe he could have succeeded where she had not. But now she see how much more damage she’s done, and she wishes she could take it all back. She’s let this go on much too long. She feels sick with what she’s done. Dangled hope in front of a desperate man, only to snatch it away again.

Still, maybe she could at least do this much.

“It was no use. There was always something I didn’t see until it was too late.” She shrugged. “It was like… no matter what I did, it was always going to happen. The only thing I did was watch her die over and over again in new and more fucked up ways. I just made it worse every time.”

“No.” Leon shook his head. “NO. Just because you couldn’t do it doesn’t mean…”

“I’m not going to keep doing this to you, Leon. I’m not sending you back again!”

Leon pushes up from his chair so fast she doesn’t even have time to register that his hands are now balled up in the lapels of her lab coat, her feet dangling inches off the ground.

“Sh-shit! Leon!” She has somehow let herself forget just how tall and intimidating the government special agent was.

“I’m not asking.” He growls, spittle spraying her face. “I’m a fucking… government s-sanctioned k-killing machine. What is the point of all of that shit… they put me through if I can’t even save one person that’s important to me for once?”

“Leon…” She says slowly reaching up to grip one of his wrists. “I know… I know it hurts. So much sometimes that you can’t breathe, right? But…”

“He’s saved my life over and over again and I can’t even save him once?” His grip on her falters, her feet once again on the ground. “He’s just a fucking scientist. I’m the soldier. What’s the point then, huh?” He gestures to the machine. “What’s even the point of this if you can’t use it to change anything?”

“Maybe… that is the point… that there isn’t a point. Or a reason. It just is.” She shrugs. Or as much as she can in his grip. “I couldn’t watch her die again. And… I don’t think you can do it again either.”

They’re in a standoff. Neither one of them is willing to back down.

“He wouldn’t want you to do this.” She says finally.

“How do you know what the hell he’d want?” He said finally releasing her with undo force, she stumbles back only a step. A frown on her face. She’d been reckless. She had read his profile. But she hadn’t been allowed access to his psyche evals. She understood why but still she shouldn’t have gone through with this.

“Because if he’s done half the things you said he has, then I know enough.”

She watches something change behind his eyes then. And suddenly, without saying another word, he leaves.

“Leon! I’m sorry!” The knot in her stomach gets heavier.

That wasn’t the look of a man that was willing to let go of anything.

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It was either the neighborhood bar or home and since Leon wasn’t exactly in the mood to be seen by anyone right now, home it was.

It’s just after midnight when he stumbles into his apartment and goes to the bathroom to wash his face. He feels like shit and looks like shit according to his fingerprint smudged, toothpaste splattered bathroom mirror.

“Just another day in the exciting life of special agent Leon S. Kennedy.” He snorts and goes to take off his fingerless gloves and stops cold. He looks at his hand in shock.

There is a silver ring resting on his ring finger.

He blinks at it dumbly.

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“Nervous habit?” He nodded toward Luis’s hands, where the other man was absently twisting one of the rings on his finger.

Luis’s laugh was nervous one. He had been caught. “You noticed, eh?”

Leon chuckled softly. “Only a bit.”

“It helps.”

“Oh?”

“You should give it a try.” Luis smiled at him, and something grew warm low in his belly at the sight. He really shouldn’t have been entertaining this, but he was a weak man.

“Here.” Luis said and reached for his hand. Leon allowed it and watched as Luis slipped one of his rings onto his finger. “There. Now we both have one.” He could tell that Luis was trying to appear suave and nonchalant but the blush that was dark enough to be seen on his deep tanned skin was more than a bit telling.

Leon remembered thinking, “This guy can’t be serious.”

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Back in Leon’s cramped bathroom in front of his dirty mirror, he is trembling with emotion. He twists the ring gently on his finger and stares at it with blurring eyes. The first sob of many breaks through pushes through.

How is this possible?

“What’s the point if nothing ever changes?”

What is there between us, if not a little annihilation?

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