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porcelainseashore · 5 months

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Teenage Headache Dreams (1)

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Pairing: High School! College! Leon Kennedy x Dancer! Fem! Reader

Summary: You’re a bored, but ambitious high school student who can’t wait to escape small town life and make it in the big city. You thought you had it all figured out, until you unwittingly befriend the resident golden boy, Leon. A series of events beginning from junior year to college until Resident Evil 2 Remake.

Warnings: 18+ Swearing, Recreational Drug Use, Eventual Smut, No (Y/N), Ambiguous/Open Ending

Content: High School AU, College AU, Pre-Resident Evil 2, Fluff, Romance, Cliche, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Lack of Communication

Author's Note: This is my first RE / Leon fic, but I wanted to try my hand at writing this little self-indulgent and potentially clichéd series. As you can guess, I love dance and high school dramas. I also created this with a sequel in mind, which will take place post-RE4R and involve more horror and mystery elements.

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Chapter 1: An Unexpected Friendship

It was one of those beautiful late summer days with endless light and clear blue skies overhead. You leaned back against the bleachers, feeling the sun cast a warm glow on your face and the sultry breeze against your skin, sighing in utter bliss. The football field and the running track surrounding it were completely empty, just how you liked it, silent except for the relentless trilling of insects and the occasional bird that flew by. No one in your face, no one judging you or telling you how you should be like, no one you had to put up a front for. Just peace and quiet. A place where you could sit alone with your thoughts - and you had a lot of them - mostly about leaving this goddamn small town with its insular, mind-numbing inhabitants.

A trail of thick smoke wafted from your mouth as you took a drag from the joint you had been nursing for awhile. You weren’t exactly high as a kite, but you were definitely feeling some of its effects. You chuckled and gave a wry smile as the thought of being caught red-handed visualized in your mind. Sure, it was highly illegal what you were doing, much less on school property, but you were always a bit of a rebel. And frankly, you couldn’t give a shit. It was already August, but most students were still away on holiday. Not you though, you had to work on your extracurriculars. That’s what you had put your mind to this summer. No fancy beach getaways like the rest of your cheerleading mates had jetted off to. Just a grueling dance intensive and showcase you had auditioned successfully for in one of the larger cities nearby, as well as a bunch of campus visits. You needed to perfect your performance technique for that arts college application coming up in about a year’s time. You started way earlier than the rest even thought about it, because you knew you only had one chance for a one-way ticket out of this hole and you sure as hell weren’t taking any chances. Well, except with that funky smelling thing in your hand.

No one would be here anyway, it’s a Sunday for crying out loud! You shook your head in exasperation. Besides, you needed to relax and take the edge off a little.

Just as if you jinxed it with those thoughts, you heard the gate to the field unlocking and creaking open behind you.

Shit, shit, shit! Your eyes darted around frantically, but your movements were just so slow. Why the fuck would someone be here now?

Before you could drop the joint and stub it out with your shoe, a mop of dirty blonde hair and what you made out as someone dressed in a blue tracksuit with a duffel bag slung over his right shoulder entered your peripheral vision. It was soon accompanied by a sharp twist of his head in your direction, bangs falling over his deep blue eyes and you knew he had found the source of the offending smell, probably even from a mile away. His gaze trailed their way from your startled face to your joint hanging limply at the edge of your fingers and then back to your face again. His expression turned from confusion to a frown and then into a knowing smirk as he crossed his arms and leaned against the bleachers.

“Oh, hello. Didn’t expect to see you here. You got cheer practice or something?”

God, he was teasing you. At least you hoped that was all it was and not some form of blackmail. Well, no point hiding now.

“I’m off-duty,” you retorted. You tried to jog your memory of the boy standing in front of you. You were social, or at least you had to be with the rest of your girlfriends to keep up appearances, but you never really bothered with the people here beyond superficial conversations. Then you finally found it - a vague recollection of last season’s track and field meet. He had been one of the better sprinters, maybe the best even, you can’t really remember. There was an afterparty, and you congratulated him, but you doubt there was anything more substantive than that.

“Leon, isn’t it?”

His eyes perked up slightly and he smiled. “In the flesh.”

You snorted at his cheesy reply. What was he pulling?

“They gave you the key?” It almost sounded as if you were jealous.

He uncrossed his arms and placed his duffel bag on one of the benches in front of him, rummaging through its contents. “Yeah, I got a comp in the new term coming up.” Every now and then he glanced up at you, as if he wanted to ask something, but stopped himself.

A sense of boldness surged within you, as you felt like evening the odds a bit. “What? You want some?” You waved the joint in his face.

That certainly caught his attention. He stared for a good moment, before giving another one of his playful smiles and shaking his head. “Maybe after practice.” He unzipped his jacket and put it away. It was warm enough to train in his sports tank and as you admired the lean, muscular structure of his arms and shoulders now bared open, you couldn’t complain.

“So, how did you get in?”

Fuck. You snapped out of your reverie. He got you there, but you didn’t feel like lying. “Jumped the fence. You should try it some time.” You replied as nonchalantly as possible.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he laughed.

“Oh, you’d be surprised.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Will I now?” The way it rolled off his tongue felt like a challenge and you secretly enjoyed this banter going on between you, as if you had known each other for years.

Shrugging your shoulders, you took another hit from the joint and let the calmness envelope you. “I never disappoint.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Leon flashed a wide grin that made you feel a knot forming in your stomach, but you didn’t know why.

He started to move towards the tracks, but stopped short, turning back to meet your eyes again. “Look, you don’t have to worry about all of that.” He gestured to what you were holding and the general surroundings. “I’m not going to tell.” With that, he made a sign that resembled crossing his heart. “It’ll be between you and me.”

You would have thought it was a joke if not for the sincere look he gave you, before heading off to train. That, and the fact that he did indeed take up your offer to join you afterwards in sharing what was left of the joint. You didn’t expect someone like him to. He seemed a bit too much of a straight-laced, golden boy for that. But then again, life was filled with surprises and you quietly scolded yourself for playing into stereotypes again - something you despise others doing to you.

It prompted both of you to converse even more until the late evening where you even missed your dinner. The questions and responses just flowed.

It turned out that you would share a number of classes together in the new term, specifically Math, History and Biology. Leon was a real earful when it came to his “insightful” one-liners on the teachers, which made you bury your head in your hands and groan. You never realized he would be such a goofball, but you found it somewhat endearing.

Like you, he was popular at school, but unlike you, he seemed to enjoy the company and appeared to be an open book. He would say it how it is, sometimes to the point of being blunt to a fault. Still, you guessed people found him rather easy-going and likable, in a non-threatening sort of a way. A part you wondered if chance meetings like today were how he made most of his friends.

Leon didn’t really have a plan for college yet. He just knew he wanted to do something good and help other people. You had a word for it - “idealistic”. He just shrugged in response, eyes downcast, until you assured him that it was an admirable quality, and you were the jaded one. He made a toast to your future in some arts college in the big city with his water bottle, remarking with a hint of self-deprecation that he wished he had a clearer idea of what he wanted to do with his life.

In turn, he asked you about your dealer. You had to stifle a laugh at that one. Generally, you weren’t as big into smoking up as he thought, but this time you bummed it off one of the seniors as a favor he owed you for hooking him up with one of your cheerleader friends. It didn’t stop Leon from calling you the “high school’s little pothead” every now and then though. He peered at you intently with his lip curled in amusement, as you rolled your eyes each time.

It had been such a long time since you could joke and speak your mind with someone this way. There wasn’t that suffocating nausea of pretending to be someone else around him and he had been so relaxed with you too. You could finally breathe again, and you’d like to think it wasn’t just the weed talking.

Whatever it was, you guessed this was the beginning of a real friendship - one that happened out of serendipity, but made you feel like you weren’t going to rot away in this small town. Well, not alone anyway.

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danibee33 · 22 days

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The Queen’s Guard

*COD medieval au - Simon Riley x reader

cw: arranged marriage, dark themes, attempted sa & non-graphic sa but pls *read at your own discretion*, gore/violence, sexual themes, etc.

word count: 1.1k

“Again.”

You can’t help but to flinch at the sound of swords being drawn; it rings in your ears, echos in the recesses of your brain. The piercing, metallic clangs resound throughout the room-

How long had you been here, anyway? Judging from the sunlight that peers through the high transom windows, its golden rays giving the great hall an ethereal sort of glow, it must be nearing time for dinner-

“I’ve seen enough, thank you.”

With a dismissive wave, you rise from the bronze throne and turn on your heel, eyes focused straight ahead, fixated on the intricate carvings in the doors, your escape just within reach-

“Your Grace..”

General Leon’s voice is laced with exasperation and warning, and your long history with him is the only reason you halt, your handmaid nearly bumping into you as you turn again- the young woman struggling to rearrange the ridiculous train on your gown as the man speaks,

“You cannot continue on without a Queen’s Guard- His Grace demands the position be filled.”

Oh, of course. How thoughtful of your kind husband. The husband who only sees you when the physicians deem you fertile enough to produce an heir. The husband who you’re not even sure could pick your face in a crowd because he only ever fucks you from behind, your face pushed down into the animal furs beneath you.

The husband who killed your last guard, gods rest his soul.

Yes, I’m sure he’s very concerned for my safety..

You give a heavy sigh, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you feel the placating smile tug at your lips; the one you’re so, so good at. The practiced smile that puts everyone in the room at ease, the one you’ve perfected in your relatively short existence of being groomed for this very life.

The life everyone dreams of, a life of royalty, of the highest privilege and power- how little they truly know.

“Of course, please, let us meet the next one then.”

Taking your place upon the throne once again, you sit properly, prim and demure, just like you were taught. The very picture of perfection in your emerald colored silks, not a single hair out of place-

Yet, inside, you were wasting away, your thoughts boiling and raging, your anger smoldering just under the surface, like a vein of coal in the earth that’s been lit aflame- the embers never dying, but never able to turn into the inferno they so wishe to be.

You don’t bother to spare your gaze when the doors open with a low groan, the quiet footfalls that enter the space only really given away by the shifting of chainmail and armor.

They’re confident strides, you notice- long and steady, and without even seeing him yet, you can feel the energy shift around you, his presence seeming to fill every available void,

“Ser Simon Riley, Your Grace.”

With one look, you’re utterly struck by the imposing man walking towards you- shoulders and hips swaying with each deliberate step, left hand resting lazily on the hilt of his long-sword.

His armor plates are dark, obsidian in hue, so different from the usual flashy silver you see everywhere you look. He is a looming shadow in front of you, somehow as wide as he is tall, if that were possible- and his eyes. The skin around them have been smudged with kohl, making the mottled amber of his irises look preternatural, his unmoving gaze entirely focused on you, even when he bows,

“Your Majesty.”

Your mind screams danger, much like it would if a fully grown wolf had just sauntered through the doors, looking for its next meal- and yet, for as much fear as he inspires, there’s something that draws you in- like a siren singing to sailors lost at sea.

Returning his gesture, you gently nod, holding his eyes until the General calls him back to assume a fighting stance; and even then, you swear you see his head tilt just so, just enough to flash you an arrogant look as the guard takes his place across from him. Ser Simon must easily stand a head and a half taller than the other man, you think, his figure even more impressive than it was before.

The men exchange nods before drawing swords, their dance beginning the same as all the others, assessing and calculating each other until the guard makes the first move-

The heavy whoosh of his blade is dodged with little effort, the giant wraith of a man moving far faster than any of you expected. He gracefully ducks under the other’s still outstretched arm, placing himself in the perfect position to swing his own sword towards his opponent's exposed neck- a maneuver surely meant to behead if this were anything other than a mock duel.

“Reset-”

“No.” You stand abruptly, stepping down from the throne much to your own surprise, “Ser Simon, what experience do you have as a Royal Guard?”

“Your Grace, this is-”

With a raised hand, you quiet the General, watching the mysterious knight sheath his sword once more, bowing again as he faces you,

“None, Your Majesty.”

Well, at least he’s honest.

“What experience do you have then?”

His head tilts to the side, and you watch the other guards tense when he takes a single step closer, those damned eyes gleaming down at you with a hunger you’ve never quite seen before,

“Battle, Your Grace. I’ve seen far more than most.”

This time, it’s you moving towards him, and when you step closer, the Kingsguard follows suit, though it seems nothing goes unnoticed by the towering specter.

“Well, Ser, I do not go into battle.. You might be better suited for my husband’s army, no?”

You watch the very corners of his eyes crinkle slightly, his gaze narrowing in amusement, and you’re positive you would see a devilish smile on his lips if he removed the helmet,

“I might.” He says flippantly, broad shoulders shrugging as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, “But, I came here to serve you, My Queen.”

A deep and burning chill blooms in your core at his words and the resolute way he says them; it lights every nerve on fire, every cell and molecule, every atom in your being vibrating at a frequency you’ve never felt as the title rolls off his gilded tongue.

No, you’ve never met a man quite like this, and part of you questions if he truly is just a man at all- because no man has ever felt like this, no man has ever been able to pick you apart so quickly, make you feel bare with just his gaze alone.

He terrifies you as much as he excites you, and oh, how you’ve longed to feel something other than loathing, and boredom.

There is nothing practiced or placating about the smirk on your lips now as you nod toward your General, your handmaid once again adjusting the cumbersome fabric of your gown as you move forward-

“Well, you’ve gotten your wish, Ser Simon.” You coo as you breeze past him without a parting glance, “General Leon, make sure my guard is taken to his new quarters, will you?”

They fall into a sweeping bow as you exit, a quiet acknowledgement being the last thing you hear before the deep pulsing of your own heartbeat fills your ears.

What in the seven hells have I done..

[chapter 2 >>>]

#knight!ghost #medieval au #call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod fandom #cod modern warfare #alternate universe #simon x reader #fem reader #all hail the queen

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praisethegabs · 7 months

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ATARAXIA

ID!Professor!Leon Kennedy x Student!F!Reader

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summary: after everything that happened between you, Chloe, and Leon, your relationship with him is exposed to the entire college. Now, Leon must face the consequences from his acts, which puts him in a very difficult position.

warnings: age gap, reader is in college and in mid 20s while Leon is in his 30s. NSFW content, delicate to rough sex, p in v, oral receiving (both), praise kink, degradation kink (eventually), use of pet names (bunny), vaginal fingering, masturbation, cum swallowing, dom!leon and sub!reader. leon is insecure af. oc named chloe as the reader's best friend.

word count: 5480k

a/n: the third and final part for euphoria. this took some time to write because I wanted to make it perfect and bc let's be fair, leon needs a happy ending, even if it's an au.

ATARAXIA is a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety; tranquility.

The auditorium was pure chaos.

The air was thick with tension as college students, wide-eyed and in shock, watched the paramedics and police officers rush to the scene. Chloe, once a kind and popular student, now lay motionless on the stage, surrounded by a pool of crimson. No one knew she had attempted to harm Leon, their beloved professor, but they knew it had ended tragically.

The harsh glare of flashing red and blue lights bathed the room in an eerie, surreal glow. Paramedics worked frantically to stabilize Chloe, their efforts underscored by the distant wail of sirens. As they carefully lifted her onto a stretcher, a collective gasp escaped the onlookers. The bullet wound, a painful testament to the chaos that had unfolded, was a chilling reminder of the violence that had erupted in their peaceful college.

Leon, who had always seemed unshakable, was now being attended to by paramedics. Blood seeped from a graze on his arm, but his focus remained on Chloe and you. His expression torn between anguish and relief that she had been stopped.

Amid the chaos, the room fell into a hushed silence as an unexpected revelation rippled through the crowd. Their phones started to ring, and suddenly, they were all looking at you and Leon.

Finally, a notification caught your Amid the chaos, the room fell into a hushed silence as an unexpected revelation rippled through the crowd. Their phones started to ring, and suddenly, they were all looking at you and Leon. When you saw what it was, your heart skipped several beats.

Despite the blackmail, the threats, and the attempt to kill one of you, Chloe successfully exposed your secret to everyone. And now, their eyes, all of them, were looking at you. Judging you.

You were now the main character in this play, who had watched the chilling drama unfold before you. Found yourself at the center of it all. Your intimacy is practically exposed to the world without your permission.

A close friend of Chloe, you had never suspected that Chloe's murderous intentions were tied to the deep, hidden affection she held for you. The tension in the room grew as eyes turned toward you, piecing together the fragments of a complex and clandestine relationship that had ignited this tragic event.

As paramedics wheeled Chloe out of the auditorium, the weight of the truth settled upon the students. The bond between their professor and you was now exposed, a web of emotions that had pushed Chloe to the brink. The room buzzed with a mixture of shock, sorrow, and disbelief, and the college students would forever carry the memory of this fateful night with them.

After one week since Chloe tried to end one of you, Leon was now removed from his position, and a new temporary professor was taking his place.

As for you, well, you hadn't shown up since everyone knew about your secret. You asked one of your friends to give you the content of the classes so that you could keep up with your studies. The big problem was that you isolated yourself from the world and just started ignoring everyone, even Leon. Of course, after what happened that night, he didn't try to call you or text. He just thought it was for the best to give you some time to process everything.

He needed time as well.

The worst was the aftermath. The press released a note about the attack, the scandal involving Leon and you. Parents were calling, journalists were in front of the college asking everyone about Chloe and more details between your romance with him. It was a mess.

Leon knew what was about to happen with him. He couldn't leave his home without being stalked by reporters, trying to get a word from him. He couldn't even talk to you to know if you were okay. All he had left was his ex-fiancé.

He was ready to leave his apartment to go see her when he received a call. It was from the director and he needed to go to college. Leon sighed heavily. He was already expecting the worst.

He drove to the college, not ready to face that place again, but he had no other choice. When Leon went inside the building, everyone were looking at him, whispering between them. Kennedy ignored all of this, and he made his way to the director's office.

The oak-paneled room was suffused with an air of gravity as the College Board members gathered around the long, polished mahogany table. Dr. Evelyn Mitchell, the stern-faced Dean of Academics, cleared her throat, her fingers tracing the ridges of her reading glasses.

"Thank you all for coming on such short notice," she began, her voice carrying the weight of authority. "As you're all aware, we find ourselves entangled in a most distressing situation involving one of our own faculty members, Professor Leon S. Kennedy."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room as the board members exchanged apprehensive glances. Leon was shaking. Dean Mitchell continued, her tone unyielding.

"It has come to our attention that Professor Kennedy has been involved in a most scandalous affair with one of our students, which we'll preserve the identity." Her words hung heavily in the room.

Seated at the head of the table, Leon looked pale and disheveled, his normally confident demeanor shattered. He met the collective gaze of the board members, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"We can not ignore the grave ethical breaches here," interjected Dr. Samuel Patterson, a senior board member, his brows furrowed. "And then there's the matter of Chloe Thompson. She attempted to murder both Professor Kennedy and our student"

"Chloe's actions have brought a shadow over this institution, and we can ill afford further scandal. It is with deep regret that we must take drastic measures to protect the integrity of this college." Nodding in agreement, Dean continued.

Leon swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that the consequences of his actions would be dire, but the gravity of the situation was now overwhelming.

Dean Mitchell looked directly at Leon.

"Professor, in light of your actions and the threat this poses to the reputation of our college, the board has no choice but to dismiss you from your position, effective immediately."

The room fell into a heavy silence as Leon's career and reputation crumbled before him. He struggled to find words, his voice catching in his throat.

"We will also cooperate fully with the authorities regarding Chloe Thompson's actions," Dr. Patterson added, his gaze stern. "We must ensure that justice is served in this matter."

With that, the College Board decision was set in motion, sealing Leon's fate and casting a long shadow over the once-respected institution. He was devastated, but he had no other choice. Leon nodded his head and left the place silently.

He had nowhere else to go.

Leon's steps echoed through the streets as he trudged towards your house. The chilly night air clung to him, and his mind raced with the words he would use to explain what had just transpired in the college board meeting. He knew this wasn't going to be easy.

The soft glow of your porch light welcomed him as he reached your front door. He paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath to steady himself before he rang the doorbell.

Inside, you sat on your couch, your heart pounding with anxiety. You had heard about the emergency meeting through gossip from the other students, and your palms were clammy with worry about Leon's fate. The doorbell's chime startled you, and you jumped to your feet, rushing to answer it.

When you opened the door, your eyes met Leon's troubled gaze. You could see the pain etched across his face, and your heart sank.

"Leon," you whispered, your voice trembling. "What happened in the meeting?"

Leon hesitated for a moment before he stepped inside, his shoulders heavy with the burden of his news. He took your hands in his, the touch of your fingers providing some solace in the midst of the storm that had just torn through his life.

"They fired me," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "The scandal, what Chloe did. They used it as a reason to let me go. They said it's tarnishing the school's reputation."

Your eyes welled up with tears, and you pulled Leon into a tight embrace.

"I can't believe this," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Leon."

He held you close, the weight of this secret relationship and the pain of Chloe's attack pressing on both of you. Sure, you two knew the risks, but nothing had prepared you both for this moment. As you two clung to each other in a cozy living room, the future seemed uncertain, but your love remained resolute, a small beacon of hope in the face of adversity.

"I'm so sorry for screwing up..." you whisper again to him as you remain hugging him.

Leon sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I know, sweetheart. I never imagined it would come to this either. Losing my job, the scandal... it's all a nightmare."

As you two spoke, Leon couldn't help but replay the sequence of events in his mind. The clandestine meetings, the stolen glances during lectures, the growing attraction that had blossomed into a passionate relationship. It had all seemed so exhilarating at first, but now he couldn't deny the pain it had caused, not just to himself but to you, his students, and the university.

Your eyes welled up with tears. "What are we going to do now, Leon?"

Leon took a deep breath, the reality of the situation settling heavily upon him. "I need to figure out what comes next," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Maybe it's time for me to step away from everything, at least for a while."

You nodded slowly, your sadness deepening. "And us?"

Leon hesitated, searching for the right words. "I care about you deeply. But it wasn't your fault, baby girl. I wanted you, and I knew the risks as well. " Leon smiles gently, his hand touching your face. "As for us, we'll be fine, I promise"

You sighed, and then you buried your face on his neck. His life was now ruined thanks to you, and you couldn't let this feeling go, no matter how many times he said it wasn't your fault. You knew it was.

"Don't look at me with those puppy eyes, I know you're blaming yourself for what happened," Leon says. His voice is soft and kind, and you know he just doesn't care anymore.

"I just can't stop thinking this is all my fault..." you whispered, your eyes already tearing up with guilty.

"Look, maybe it's for the best. Now we don't have to hide anything from anyone and... and we can be together" Leon comforts you, his thumb wiping the tears from your face. "Come on, bunny, let's do something together, shall we?"

"Like what?" You ask him, sniffing a little. "Sometomes I think I don't deserve you"

"Why would you think that?" Leon asks, surprised. For a moment, he seemed really sad. Noticing that, you chuckled.

"I mean, you could be married by now... and instead, you're dating a girl from the college. You're so kind, funny, sweet, and smart..." you said, smiling at him.

Leon blushed hard with your compliments. After almost one year together, he still struggled with your kind words. Somehow, he sounded insecure, but you were always there to remind him he also deserved happiness.

"Let's cook something special," you suggested, trying to lift up his mood and yours as well. "Remember how we used to experiment with recipes at your place? We always had so much fun in the kitchen."

Leon's eyes lit up at the memory. Cooking had been your secret escape from the stress of academia. "You're right. Cooking always made me forget my worries."

You took his hand and led him to the kitchen. You two started rummaging through the cabinets, pulling out ingredients and pots and pans. As you both worked together, chopping vegetables and measuring spices, the tension in the room began to melt away. Leon found solace in the familiar rhythm of cooking.

"So, what are we making today, my lovely baby girl?" Leon asked with a grin.

You winked at him. "How about your famous homemade pasta with that special marinara sauce of yours?"

"You've always been a fan of that, haven't you?" Leon chuckled.

You nodded, your eyes sparkling. "I still am."

You two continued to cook, your movements synchronized as if you two had been doing this for years. The kitchen filled with the aroma of simmering tomatoes and herbs. As you and Leon sat down to enjoy your meal, Leon couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for having you by his side.

As the soft morning light filtered through your curtains, you slowly opened your eyes. Your cozy bedroom was bathed in a warm, golden glow, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air. You blinked a few times, trying to shake off the grogginess of sleep. Then, as you pushed yourself up in bed, you saw it: a tray laden with a beautifully arranged breakfast, complete with a vase of fresh flowers, sitting on your nightstand.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Leon standing by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the rising sun. His back was turned to you, and he seemed lost in thought. Your gaze shifted back to the tray, and you realized with a touch of amazement that he'd prepared all your favorite foods.

"Leon?" Your voice trembled as you called his name.

He turned around, and your eyes met. The connection between the two of you was still as strong as ever, despite the passage of time.

"Good morning, sweetheart" Leon greeted you softly, his eyes filled with warmth.

"Morning," you replied, your voice still tinged with surprise. "What's all this?"

Leon walked over to your bedside and set the tray down carefully. "I wanted to do something special for you today," he explained, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair away from your face.

You couldn't help but smile, even though your heart ached with the unspoken tension about the previous events. You reached for a plate of fluffy pancakes and a steaming cup of coffee.

As you nibbled on a bite of pancake, you finally gathered the courage to broach the subject that had been haunting you for weeks. "Leon, about college…" you hesitated, your words catching in your throat.

Leon's expression grew serious, and he sat down beside you. "Sweetheart, I know it's been hard for you, especially after what happened with us. But I want you to know that you're stronger than you think, and you have the right to pursue your dreams."

Your eyes filled with tears as you looked at him. "But you know the scandal, Leon. It's been all over the news. People whispering, judging. I can't face them, can't face the looks and the questions."

Leon reached out and gently wiped away your tears with his thumb. "I understand your fears, baby girl, and I won't pretend it's going to be easy. But sometimes, facing our fears head-on is the only way to truly overcome them. You have a bright future ahead of you, and I'll be here to support you every step of the way, no matter what you decide."

"Promise?" You sniffed a little, a smirk slowly appearing on your lips.

"Pinky finger promise" Leon smiles, and the way he looked at you made your heart melt. "Now, finish your breakfasts, go get some bath and then I'll let you in the college, alright?"

"Yes, sir" you smiled, drinking your coffee.

As the warm water cascaded over you, you relished the revitalizing sensation of your morning shower. You wrapped yourself in a plush towel, steam swirling around you. In your bedroom, you methodically selected your outfit for the day - a comfortable pair of skinny jeans, your black sneakers and an old shirt from Leon.

As you stood by your mirror, applying a touch of makeup, you caught sight of yourself, your eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and determination. You had to remind yourself that was nothing to fear.

Just then, there was a knock on your bedroom door. You turned, not surprised to see Leon standing there, a devilish grin on his face, and a motorcycle helmet in his hands.

"What are you doing with that?" You asked, curious.

Leon's eyes sparkled mischievously as he replied, "Well, I thought we could spice up your day a bit. How about a ride on my motorcycle?"

Your heart skipped a beat. You had always been intrigued by Leon's motorcycle but had never dared to ask for a ride. Today seemed to be the day for spontaneity.

"You sure you trust me to not scream and fall off?" You chuckled nervously

"I promise to go easy on you. It'll be an adventure you won't forget." Leon laughed, his laughter as warm as the morning sun streaming through your window.

You couldn't resist that invitation, your sense of adventure overtaking your hesitations. You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. "Alright, Leon, let's do it. But you better keep your promise."

With that, you finished getting ready, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and a hint of nervousness. College would have to wait just a bit longer this morning.

Leon revved the engine of his sleek black motorcycle, the deep rumble vibrating through the air. He had a proud grin on his face as he turned to you, who was perched behind him, wearing a brand-new leather jacket he'd bought you for the occasion.

"Ready for the ride of your life?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the purring engine.

You clutched onto him, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. You nodded, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was your first time on a motorcycle, and you trusted Leon with your life.

Leon gunned the throttle, and the bike shot forward, the wind whipping at their faces. Your heart leaped into your throat, but you couldn't help but laugh as the adrenaline surged through your veins.

The open road stretched out before you two, a ribbon of asphalt disappearing into the horizon. Leon expertly maneuvered through traffic, the bike responding to his every touch. You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as you held onto him, knowing you were riding with a pro.

As you two left the city behind and the scenery changed to rolling hills and lush green fields, you relaxed more. The wind carried the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers, and you leaned into Leon's back, feeling the warmth of his body and the solidness of the bike beneath you.

Leon leaned to the side, and you could hear his voice clearly now. "You okay back there?" he shouted over the wind.

You nodded, your face breaking into a wide grin. "More than okay! This is incredible!"

He continued to ride, the world around you a blur of colors and sounds. Your initial nerves had given way to an intoxicating sense of freedom. You couldn't believe you'd waited so long to experience this with Leon.

As he approached the college campus, Leon slowed the bike, smoothly bringing it to a stop. You dismounted, your legs wobbly from the exhilaration of the ride.

"Well, what do you think?" Leon removed his helmet and turned to you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You beamed at him. "That was amazing, Leon. I can't believe I waited this long to ride with you."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "Glad you finally did. Now, let's get you to your first day back at college. And who knows, maybe we'll have more adventures like this in the future."

As they walked toward the entrance, you couldn't help but notice the glances from passing students and faculty. Whispers followed you two like a shadow, and it felt as though every set of eyes in the vicinity was fixed on you.

Leon sensed your discomfort and squeezed your hand reassuringly. "You're going to be okay, baby girl," he whispered. "It's a new week, and people will move on."

You tried to smile, but the weight of judgment from those around you was palpable. You had worked hard to rebuild your life after the scandal, and you didn't want to be defined by your past.

As you both entered the college building, you two passed a small group of students who openly stared and exchanged hushed remarks. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and you quickened your pace, practically dragging Leon along.

Both of you reached your classroom, where you both shared a pot of memories together, and your anxiety heightened. The room was filled with students, some of whom you recognized from the previous semester. You had hoped for a fresh start, a chance to focus on your studies without the specter of the scandal hanging over you.

You whispered to Leon, "I can't do this. I can't face them."

"You can, baby girl. You're strong, and you deserve to be here. Don't let their judgment define you." Leon turned to you, his expression sympathetic.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, determined to face your fears. You entered the classroom, your head held high, and took a seat at the front. The murmurs and glances continued, but you ignored them as best as you could. As the professor began the lecture, you focused on the material, determined to prove to yourself and everyone else that you belonged there, scandal or no scandal.

You couldn't change your past, but you could shape your future. Leon, standing by the door, watched you with pride and unwavering support, before leaving. He texted you later, just to let you know you could call him any time.

The room was filled with the usual buzz of students taking notes and engaging in discussions. But as the lecture continued, your mind began to drift back to a painful memory you had long tried to bury.

Chloe.

Your thoughts spiraled back to that fateful night when Chloe had turned on you, a night of betrayal that had left you scarred both emotionally and physically. As the memories flood your mind, your heart rate quickened. You could feel your palms getting clammy, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

The classroom seemed to close in on you, and you fought the overwhelming panic threatening to consume you. Desperate to regain control, you left the classroom and fumbled in your bag for your phone and dialed Leon's number.

Your trembling fingers hit the call button, and you held the phone to your ear. Leon's voice came through, concern evident in his tone.

"Hey, baby girl, what's wrong?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to speak, but your words came out as choked sobs. You struggled to find your voice to explain the memories that were suffocating you.

"Baby girl, I'm on my way," Leon said, his voice steady and reassuring. "Just stay on the line with me. Focus on your breathing."

You clung to his words like a lifeline, inhaling and exhaling as he guided you through a series of calming breaths. With his support, you slowly began to regain control over your racing heart and racing thoughts. Minutes felt like hours, but eventually, Leon's familiar motorcycle engine could be heard in the distance.

You hung up the phone and rushed outside, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as you spotted Leon approaching. He parked the motorcycle and rushed to your side, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. You buried your face in his shoulder, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I've got you, baby girl. You're safe now." Leon held you close, murmuring soothing words.

"I can't stop thinking about her..." you said to him, sobbing. "And I can't be here anymore"

Leon sighs, not saying a word. He knows you're struggling with everything that happened, mostly because Chloe was your best friend. And he knows everything gets worse because you still need to go to your classes. And then, he has to remind himself you're not like him.

"Would you feel better if you... visit her?" Leon suggests, biting his lower lip with uncertainty.

"See her? I mean... literally see her?" You glance at him, and then he nods. "I don't want to make this uncomfortable for you"

"Hey, it's okay. I'm a grown man, I can handle it" Leon smiles again, still using his thumb to wipe your tears away.

You nod, and then you put your helmet. Leon pulled up to the imposing gates of the mental institution, his grip on his motorcycle tightening as he glanced over at you. He sighed again, and your knuckles were white from clutching a crumpled tissue. Your eyes were swollen from crying, but determination flickered within them.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, baby girl?" Leon asked, concern lacing his voice.

You nodded, your voice wavering. "I need to do this, for Chloe and for myself. I can't carry this hatred anymore."

With a heavy sigh, Leon parked his motorcycle, and you both stepped out. The sterile smell of the institution hit you as you two made your way to Chloe's ward. It had been weeks since that dreadful night when Chloe had attacked you and Leon, leaving scars both physical and emotional.

Chloe's room was at the end of a long hallway. You hesitated before gently knocking on the door. A nurse opened it, granting you two access. Chloe, once vibrant and full of life, sat in a chair by the window, her gaze unfocused.

"You?" Chloe whispered, her eyes slowly focusing on you.

You took a hesitant step forward. "Chloe, it's me. I wanted to see you."

She hesitated, and for a moment, you thought it was her again, not that creepy psychopath that threatened you.

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me that night. I should never have done that to you and Leon." Chloe's face contorted with guilt and sorrow.

"Chloe, I've been angry, hurt, and terrified for so long. But I can't hold onto that anger anymore. I want to forgive you." Tears welled up in your eyes, but you fought to keep your composure.

Chloe's eyes filled with tears as she reached out for your hand. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm grateful for it."

You two talked for hours, reminiscing about your shared memories and the bond that had once been unbreakable. Your heart ached with the weight of forgiveness, but you knew it was the right thing to do. Chloe, in turn, expressed her remorse and determination to heal.

As the evening sun cast long shadows in Chloe's room, you finally stood up. "I have to go, Chloe. But I want you to know that I'm letting go of the past. I hope you can find healing and peace."

Chloe nodded, tears of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you. I'll never forget this."

You walked out of Chloe's room, your heart lighter than it had been in months. Leon stood in the hallway, waiting for you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, wrapping his arms around you.

You nodded, a small smile on your lips. "I think I will be, Leon. I finally let go of the pain, and I hope Chloe can find her way back to the person she used to be."

"I'm proud of you" he says kindly, still holding your hand, as you both walk side by side.

After weeks of self isolation, depression and panic attacks, you finally felt you were free from everything that happened.

Forgiving Chloe was the key to letting your mind heal, and you were glad to make that decision. And to close that chapter of your life, you decided to move out with Leon. At first, you were scared to embrace this new journey, but having the man you loved by your side made your fears wash away.

So, it was a fresh start to you.

New college, new possible friends, and, of course, Leon had a new job as a professor — not in the same college as you. Finally, everything seemed in order.

Back at your new apartment, already decorated with thousand of portraits from you and Leon, you were finishing unboxing one of the kitchen stuff, when he suddenly entered the living room with something white in his hands.

"What's that?" You ask him, curious.

"I found this little guy crying outside. I thought maybe you would want some friend" Leon says, giving you a little kitten.

"No shit" you gasped in shock, grabbing the small cat in your hands. "He's so freaking cute"

"I know... and he has this birthmark that looks like yours" Leon says, pointing to a spot that looked exactly like your birthmark.

"Oh, he's so sweet... how should we call him?" You ask Leon, playing with the kitten.

"Maybe you should name him with that Disney movie you love so much.... that one with cats..." Leon suggests, helping you unbox the kitchen stuff.

"The Aristocats?" You ask, giggling as you play with the kitten. "The only white cat in that movie is Marie"

"Yes, but I know a friend that has a white cat and whose name is Ozzy from Ozzy Osbourne" Leon chuckles, grabbing the other box.

"Ok, you got me in there. I'll name him Toulouse then. " You laugh, and then the small kitten now named Toulouse bites your finger. "I think he likes his new name"

"I think so too" Leon laughs, and then he sits next to you on the floor. "I was thinking... maybe we can try that bed..."

You blushed hard with his suggestion but didn't say no. Knowing you perfectly well, Leon smiled before lifting you up on his arms, leading you to your new bedroom. He gently put you on the center of the bed, already removing your clothes.

"What a way to start again, huh?" He whispers, his tongue trailing your skin, making you hold your breath. "I couldn't be happier"

"I couldn't be happier too" You moan when you feel his fingers slightly circling your clit above your panties.

He smiled, and then his tongue met your nipples, sucking them gently. His other hand still circling your clit, making you whimper and moan with his touch. Your body clearly belonged to him, and he loved to see your reaction to his touch.

"I'm not gonna make you suffer tonight, baby girl. I promise I'll be gentle" he says, getting on top of you, his cock already sliding inside your walls. "Oh, fuck"

Leon gently held your hands above your head, facing you. His blue eyes shining and his lips show a perfect smile while he's slowly moving in and out. Your legs are tangled on his waist, and your body seems to be following his pace.

He then sat on the bed, gently placing you in his lap, your naked bodies together as one. He moves away your hair from your face, admiring your eyes and lips, your entire beauty. You can feel him inside you again. Your hips started to move so passionately, while his hands hold you tight.

You felt him moving faster and the sounds of your moans and his, the whimpers and praises that he always made you hear. It was enough to drive you insane. His scent, the way he was leading you.

That man loved every inch of you, and he wanted you to know that.

"You're so perfect, baby girl" he moans louder this time, unable to control the pleasure you're giving him. "Shit..."

And he keeps moaning, almost pornographic. He likes to let people know you're his, and he's yours. He's not scared anymore, and he wants you and everyone to understand how much he loves you. Leon suddenly thrust more violently, and it was a sign that he was close.

"God... fuck" he moans again, still thrusting you with more intensity, holding your hips tight to not let you escape.

"Shit, Leon" you moan as well, tears falling down your cheeks as your entire body feels this wave of shock and pleasure.

Until you finally release yourself on him, his body shivering and trembling, sweating falling down his forehead. Leon keeps moving inside you until he moans, and his body collapses, his arms hugging you and his breath heavy and tired. His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, it was like the first time you saw him. Your heart skipped a beat.

And then, the moment of realization.

He was indeed yours. Nothing would change that. Even after everything you both went through, you still had each other. And it was like you two were meant to be together. You both have, finally, found peace.

You were his Monday, his fresh start. He was your Sunday, and you'd never be apart ever again. Everything was fine.

"I love you" he whispers, looking at you.

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anjuyn · 1 month

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(this dude got lost in time and space again)

During this time, I have studied the vampires as a cultural phenomenon among various mythologies a little bit, so that I might get to know someone better (guess who it is the first time).

Therefore, here's interesting and intriguing facts about vampires, just for general development (or suddenly you want to write a "real vampire rei sakuma" au).

Well well~

1. Despite the reference of vampiric creatures in ancient civilizations, the folklore of the creature known today as the vampire originates almost exclusively from southeastern Europe of the early 18th century. At the same time, mass persecution of people on charges of vampirism began (this is probably what Rei says in one of the stories of the event when he talks about the persecution of his family. There are more and more hints that the Sakuma clan comes from from Europe).

2. In most cases, vampires (according to the beliefs, obviously) are the ghosts of evil creatures, suicide victims or witches, as well as people who died unnaturally, but they can also be created by an evil spirit inhabiting a corpse, or a vampire bite. In Slavic and Chinese traditions, any corpse that an animal jumped over, especially a dog or cat, could have become one of the undead (not really on the subject, but remember Koga and his dog Leon. it's just fun to think about it).

3. The vampires were lying in a coffin with their left eye open, wrapped in a shroud (Rei: —_O)

4. Judging by many mythologies, vampires suffer from arithmomania, that is, an acute need to count their actions or objects in the environment. For example, Chinese narratives say that if a vampiric creature came across a bag of rice, he would have to count every grain. This weakness was the human way to keep vampires in their coffins until morning.

5. According to folklore beliefs, corpses considered to be vampires usually looked healthier than expected, plump and with virtually no signs of decomposition. This is strikingly different from the pop-cultural image of a vampire depicted as a pale, thin, bony creature.

6. Folklore vampires could make their presence known by engaging in minor poltergeist-style activities such as throwing rocks at roofs or moving household items and pressuring people in their sleep (OMFG SECOND YEAR REI SAKUMA PFFT—)

7. One method of finding a vampire's grave involved leading a virgin boy through a graveyard or church grounds on a virgin stallion. The horse would supposedly balk at the grave in question (in the enstars canon, by the way, drinking the blood of a virgin boy was part of the Easter ritual of the Sakuma clan)

8. The objects that protected against vampires were garlic (which is more typical of European legends), sunlight (not always), wild rose stalk, hawthorn and various sacred things for believers. Some traditions also state that a vampire cannot enter a house without an invitation from the owner; after the first invitation, they can come and go whenever they want. (This, by the way, was repeatedly mentioned by Rei).

9. It is also believed that vampires avoid mirrors, since due to the absence of a soul, vampires don't have a reflection.

10. It is also believed in some cultures that vampires can send nightmares to people.

#ensemble stars #enstars #rei sakuma #as always don't ask me why you need to know #second year sakuma rei was on his way to becoming a folklore vampire LOL #Just think about how Rei is lying in a coffin with an open eye #strewn with wild rose petals of course

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ichig00 · 10 months

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Highschool AU

Leon Kennedy X Reader

Part 2

Previous | Next

You and Claire arrived a little early at the venue, but sooner, Wesker and his friends arrived shortly after.

"Chris?" Claire said when Chris entered the hotel lobby where we waited for the event to start. "Claire, what are you doing here?" Chris asked as he put an arm above Claire's shoulder.

"Oh! Y/n! I missed you!" Chris said as he pulled away from Claire and squeezed you into a tight hug. "Chris! I missed you too, but, geez, I can't breathe." You squeak out as Chris broke the hug with a chuckle.

"Same old y/n." He said smiling towards you, you smiled back and punched his bicep. Chris haven't been in the class lately since he's one of the best athletes in the school, he's been in a competition for the past week.

"Hey! You said you have a football practice!" Claire said and pinched Chris's ear, making Chris winced in pain. "I never thought you were invited too!" Chris said, making Claire pinch harder before letting go. You laughed at the scenario before you.

"Well, where's Luis?" You heard a voice beside you and felt a presence too. "At his home." You replied, looking up at the person who asked. You smiled sweetly at him as you held tighter at the gift that you prepared for Rebecca.

"Why didn't he come?" Leon asks, making you raise your eyebrow. "He wasn't invited." You answered. He smiled at your reaction.

"He could've been your plus one." He said as he pointed at the gift bags you have before opening his hands, signalling you to give him the bags so that he can carry it. You smiled more as you gave him the gifts.

"Is that allowed? Though, it doesn't matter. He would just feel awkward since he's not close with you guys." You replied as you put the handles of the bag in his hand, your skin tingling at the sensation of your skins touching each other.

"True enough." He agreed with your statement.

"Wesker, we should take photos." You said to Albert, he agreed to it, and you guys went into the fancy chair. You and claire we're sitting on one single sofa who's side by side to each other while Albert, Chris, Steve, Carlos, Ethan, and Leon are

Soon after, Jill arrived with Ashley, and photo taking started again until it's time to go up in the main event of the night.

The event started with a grand entrance of Rebecca wearing a fancy gown. More greetings and messages from her parents were followed by dinner, games, and dancing.

"Come on!" You said at Leon as you try to pull him at the dance floor, Chris and the others are now on the dance floor. Only you and Leon are left, but you only let yourself fall behind because you were waiting for Leon.

"I-I don't know how to dance!" He said with a shy smile and his hand above his nape.

"What do you mean you don't? You're good at it!" You said as you now have complete control of him as you pulled him towards the crowd.

You've seen him dance before because of a school project, plus your play has a dance too, so basically, you already danced together, and he was unexpectedly good at it. He was just a shy boy.

He was awkward at first and was very shy, but you tried not to make him feel awkward by dancing more and feeling yourself. You made him feel that you would never judge him, so he felt comfortable after a few seconds and started to dance with you.

"Leon! Y/n!" Chris said as he was dancing his way towards you guys as he tried not to push other people away. He was followed by Ethan, who seemed to be very happy at the moment. He was enjoying it.

"Chris!" I said as we both danced together and laughed. The others have now started to come towards you guys as you guys dance along to the beat of the music.

Chris was suddenly doing a sexy dance to Leon, Chris hands holding Leon's shoulder as his body rolled. Rebecca seems to notice it as she walks over us to see it closer, Claire seems so proud of his brother while she takes a video of him.

Leon was trying not to laugh as he put up a disgusting face and pushed Chris away from him. Chris tried to do the same to Wesker but Wesker raised a fist as warning making Chris laugh and went to Carlos instead and there they did body rolls together as if they're at a gay bar or something.

The party ended almost 11 PM at night already, and now you and your friends are in a circle while standing in the middle of the venue, deciding where to do the after party, they say. Where the real fun begins.

"My apartment is near here, we could go there." You said as you tried to keep yourself in a balance. Your body is tired while your legs feels like giving up already, especially your feet, since you're wearing a heels and your feet are probably about to bleed.

"You sure? Wouldn't we be too loud?" Ethan asked as Wesker agreed with Ethan's worried question. "Walls are thick enough there, and I'm pretty sure." You answered with a shrug as you cross your arm above your chest.

"Well? Come on, let's go!" Chris exclaimed with excitement on his voice.

As you all went down to the lobby with the use of the elevator, you took your heels off when you felt like you're beginning to stumble because of it. You guys took more pictures at the lobby where the grand staircase is before going out of the building and calling a cab.

You guys need to group each other to fit in the car. You're with Jill, Claire, and Steve. You guys, we're the first one to take the car where the others will follow soon after they have a cab.

You arrived home with others of your friends following you, soon after Leon and the others knocked on your door. You stayed in call with Leon while they're on their way to your apartment, just in case they got lost or anything.

When they got here, they have the alcoholic beverages and some snacks too. "Let the party begin!!" Chris said, holding up two big bottles of tequila."WOOOO!" You ang the others cheered him up as he opened it and started pouring the shot glasses you prepared for all of you.

The drinking session started, and you all have your own world here. Jill, Carlos, Claire, and Steve are talking at the other side of the sala while Chris, Ethan, and Leon are on the other side as You and Wesker prepared the drinks and everything else.

"So, who's your first crush inside the classroom?" Chris asked us one by one after you and Wesker settled down to the living room.

They take turns answering the question until it's your turn to speak. "How about you, Y/n? Even though you're dating someone already, it's just a crush! You too, Leon." Chris said, pointing at you and Leon. You looked at Leon, but he was looking at Chris while smiling. He was definitely tipsy.

You gulped and tried to smile it away. "I can't say it." You said while smiling sheepishly, which Chris got the hint already. That your crush is inside this room.

"Oh! Your crush is in here! Never mind then." Chris said and moved on, walking towards the others.

"Wait, in here too?" Leon asked, confused but more likely tipsy, so he was smiling.

"Yeah, I'll tell you later.." You said to him, You will definitely try to confess your feelings and take this opportunity to get rid of it. Since you thought that confessing it will help you lose your feelings.

Couple shots later and some other alcoholic beverages, you feel yourself becoming tipsy as you find yourself sitting in the middle of Ethan and Leon on your sofa.

Ethan was obviously drunk now, who's out of himself and busy with his phone. He's probably texting his girlfriend, Mia. While you and Leon are into deep talks right now.

You found yourself talking to Leon about his relationship problems, which you never thought that it was really deep.

"She was cheating on me.. I found a letter in her room, last time I came over to her house and she said in the letter that.. She cheated in purpose. " You were left speechless about it. You never thought that Ada would cheat on him. They've been together for 3 years and more.

"A-and despite what she did.. I still came back to her, like a dumbass I am." He said as his head hanging low.

"Damn.. I never knew." After all he shared to you this night, that's all you can mutter out of your lips.

You definitely feel a deep sorry for him. He didn't deserve any of it. He was a good boyfriend to her and always tries his best, but he still ended up getting cheated on. Leon blamed himself for what happened. He said that he treated her badly in their relationship, but you both know to yourselves that he didn't deserve it.

"How would you know? Didn't share it with anyone but Ethan." He said, looking over to Ethan, who looks like about to pass out, then looking into your eyes. You both stared down to each other as if there's something you guys wanted to say to each other.

Sooner his eyes drop down to your lips and stared at it for a bit before looking away. It felt like he took away your breath, you can feel your heart beat going crazy as you tried not to breath deeper than normal since he can definitely feel it if you do.

You didn't know that your life is about to change that night.

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sarahs-secrets2 · 10 months

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In Your Wildest Dreams Ch 3 Snippet

regency au!!!! duke!leon x fem!reader

reworking chapter 3 so here's a little piece I liked while I rewrite (make sure to check out ch 1 & 2!)

The seamstress was busy hemming your newest dress for the upcoming ball hosted by none other than your Aunt. It was important you looked your best, especially since you needed to find a new suitor quickly as the season was dwindling to a close and Leon would not be the one offering a proposal anytime soon.

“Is this length suitable madam?” The seamstress fluffed the dress to allow you to see it in its entirety.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” your hands smoothed down the front of the dress, admiring how it looked in the mirror. The sound of the bell from the door pulled your attention away as you saw Ms. Claire Redfield walk in.

“Well,” she smiled, “If it isn't the talk of the ton, how are you? It's been so long.” Ms. Claire Redfield, one of the most gorgeous and established girls in London, what a coincidence she was here just a few days after you had the little run-in with her brother Lord Redfield. The two of you had been friends throughout childhood but moving away does pull young girls apart. “It is so lovely to see you back in London, especially for the season,”

Smiling back, you embraced her in a hug with two brisk kisses to each cheek, “It is lovely to be back,”

“I hear you’ve been busy with the Duke, is that right?”

“Perhaps,” you teased, “I did have an encounter with your brother the other day,”

“I heard, have you thought about maybe entertaining the idea?” Claire seemed to come to the seamstress with a purpose, and it was not for a new dress fitting.

"And what would that idea be, Claire?" your eyes drifted back to the mirror, thinking about Lord Redfield and if it would work.

"I think you and my brother would make a lovely pair, no? He seems quite taken with you, even after such a quick encounter."

It was hard to judge Claire's words and if she was exaggerating for the sake of her brother or not. For some reason, that did not seem to bother you as the possibility of becoming Lady Redfield did not seem that out of place.

"Come to my Aunt's ball, both of you please," you urged as you turned back to face Claire. "I would love to meet Lord Redfield in a formal setting where we can truly get to know each other,"

Claire nodded happily, "We would be honored, he will be very excited when I tell him. Thank you."

"Of course, I look forward to seeing you both,"

tags: @animesoftie @the-resident-vampire @ir3nic-sluvv @mylifedoesntexist @secretsthathauntus @sageslittlelibrary @avior-the-beloved @r02eg0ld @pepsicolacoochie

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boasamishipper · 3 days

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FIC LIST + SUMMARIES:

TRIAL DE NOVO When his court-assigned public defender quits on his first night as an arraignment judge at Manhattan Criminal Court, Leon decides to reach out to his old foster father, Harry Stone, for advice. He finds Harry's widower, Dan Fielding, instead. ALTERNATIVE DISPUTE RESOLUTION All things considered, Dan’s first month as a public defender in Leon’s courtroom passes relatively smoothly—until a blast from the past forces him to defend his behavior after Harry’s death. SWEETHEART DEAL Love is in the air: Leon works up the courage to ask out Rene Robinson, and Dan considers if he's ready to date again after a chance reunion with old flame Joan Hobson. CONTRIBUTORY NEGLIENCE (coming soon!) After being hit by a car while out on an early morning bagel run, the last thing Leon expects is to wake up in a world where his court clerk is a stressed out single father, his prosecutor is a perky blonde half his size, and his public defender is none other than his former foster father, Harry T. Stone. RESIDUARY LEGACY (coming soon!) After the sixth anniversary of Harry’s death, Leon joins Dan in scattering Harry’s ashes off the coast of Rhode Island. On the way, Dan reflects on his and Harry’s love story, from the beginning to the end.

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valiantstarlights · 10 months

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[Hamilton AU] Keep Me in Comfort For All My Days

Leon (Hob with amnesia) is sick. Mr. Murphy (Dream) takes care of him.

This is a @dreamlingforukraine fic commission for @bazzybelle . ✨️ Thank you for your generosity and your patience 🙇‍♀️ I hope you like it! 😊

The title is from the song, "Non-Stop" from the Hamilton soundtrack.

CW: period typical homophobia. Contains fluffy fluff. 🖤

Some stuff you need to know if you opted not to read the story on AO3:

Hob has amnesia and is going by Capt. Gideon "Leon" Roberts.

Dream is masquerading as a rich foreign lord named Mr. Thomas Murphy to better keep an eye on him.

This AU is also an American Gods crossover. Hob!Leon is living in a two-storey house (called Reverie House), and his housemates are Slavic gods (The three Zorya sisters and Bielebog/Czernobog).

They have a Caucasian shepherd dog who answers to Little Bear and Ovcharka (which literally means sheepdog). 🐶

Leon blinks groggily awake, and the first thing he sees is Mr. Murphy reading a book by his bedside.

A glance towards the window shows him that it is currently dark out. A fire had been lit, but it is a small thing, and he is thankful that it is. He feels like he's burning up.

He could hear the muffled sounds of Mr. Czernobog and Ms. Polunochnaya talking downstairs. And if Ms. Polunochnaya is awake, then it must be around midnight.

He must be dreaming. Because while everything else seems normal, his room has this hazy quality about it, and there is also Mr. Murphy's unexplained presence.

Were he really awake, Mr. Murphy would not be in Reverie House in the middle of the night. And for that matter, he wouldn't be sitting by Leon's bedside, of all the places to sit and read.

So yes. This must be a dream. A dream where he is allowed to look upon Mr. Murphy for a long time without anyone to judge him negatively for it.

Mr. Murphy looks as stunningly beautiful as always. But in the low firelight of Leon's room, he looks otherworldly. His blue eyes now so dark, his raven black hair unbound, the skin of his neck and collarbones showing, his shirt unbuttoned...

Leon should look away. He should not be having these thoughts about Mr. Murphy's sharp jaw, his long eyelashes, his lips that looks so soft--

Mr. Murphy's eyes flick towards him then, and it causes him to blush. Lord have mercy on him. What was he thinking? It's a good thing Mr. Murphy cannot read minds, or else he would have thought Leon dirty and unnatural.

"Good evening, Captain Roberts," Mr. Murphy says. Leon tries not to melt from the sound alone, but it is difficult. The sound of Mr. Murphy's voice is a balm to his soul ever since he first heard it. "How are you feeling?"

Leon opens his mouth to reply, but only a croaking sound comes out. Before he could even begin to feel mortified, Mr. Murphy is already moving.

"Here, allow me."

Without another word, Mr. Murphy stands up and leans over Leon to prop him up in bed, then sits down beside him and pours water into a glass waiting on the bedside table.

Leon did not have time to voice his protest before one cool hand went to gently hold his nape while the other held the glass in front of his lips.

Leon is feeling about ten thousand things right now, from pleasure to panic, all contributing to him feeling unreasonably warm in the face. Mr. Murphy's cool hand on his nape feels good on his heated skin. He wants to lean against it, but keeps himself still and focuses instead on getting hydrated.

When Mr. Murphy suddenly withdraws the glass before Leon could drink his fill, however, he whines and leans his head forward shamefully, chasing the glass with his lips.

"Slowly," Mr. Murphy says. Leon manages a nod, and the glass is offered to him again. When he has drank his fill, Mr. Murphy withdraws the glass again and, to Leon's shyness, wipes the corner of his lips with his thumb.

"Mr. Murphy," Leon says. He does not fail to notice that his voice still sounded hoarse, like he had not been speaking for a long time. His limbs also felt weak, and the room might be swaying slightly around them. Are they on a ship? Why is Reverie House on a ship? "Am I dreaming?"

The corner of Mr. Murphy's lips tilts up at his words, and Leon finds his gaze focused there. What would it be like to make Mr. Murphy smile? What would his laughter sound like? How lucky Leon would be if he got Mr. Murphy to laugh because of something amusing he said.

"You are not dreaming," Mr. Murphy says. "But you do have a fever."

Oh. That explains a lot. Leon leans back further into the pillows to help the room stop spinning.

"Mr. Czernobog has informed me that Ovcharka found you collapsed in the fields while it was raining," Mr. Murphy continues, and this time there is censure in his voice. "What were you doing?"

Oh. Leon blushes, remembering. "I was sketching."

"Sketching," Mr. Murphy repeats dubiously. "You were sketching the field?"

Leon blushes even harder. It makes sense for Mr. Murphy to sound dubious. Soldiers don't sketch, and common-born soldiers certainly do not indulge in the arts during their free time. "I was sketching wildflowers," he says to his hands on his lap. "Because...when we first met, do you remember? You said you like them best of all the flowers. And I saw that there was a patch of particularly beautiful wildflowers in the fields when I was walking by and..." He sounds so silly. A lovesick fool. "I didn't want to simply pluck them from their homes and give them to you in a bouquet, especially when you mentioned that you love their determination to live despite the harsh environment they're in. And, well... I thought to sketch them instead. And give you the sketch, when I finished."

In hindsight, it was incredibly stupid of him to do that. He is no great artist, and the sketch itself must be heavily waterlogged by now, if not torn completely. His heart grew heavy. He really did give that sketch his all.

Mr. Murphy, who has listened quietly throughout Leon's entire explanation, remained silent for a few more seconds before he says, "You sketched wildflowers so you could give the finished piece to me? Instead of simply taking the flowers? Because of what I said about them?"

Leon nods miserably. Even Mr. Murphy thinks he's ridiculous. And the sketch he had so lovingly done must be torn to pieces by now. Because Ovcharka might have found him, and perhaps Mr. Czernobog had carried him back home, but there is no way his sketch survived. Mr. Czernobog is not a man who appreciates art, and would have left Leon's papers and pencils behind because it's a higher priority to get him home, and Ovcharka would have trampled all over his things with her large paws, not knowing the damage she was making and only worried for Leon.

Leon does not blame either of them for his loss. Mr. Czernobog, despite his stern appearance and curt words, is a kind man, and Ovcharka is a good and loyal dog. It is not their fault, but his. For taking too long, for staying out too long, and for not paying attention to the darkening midday skies.

"I will ask the Zorya sisters if your things have been retrieved," Mr. Murphy assures him. "But that is a task for later. For now, I wish to know how you are faring."

Leon wants to tell Mr. Murphy not to worry about his silly little sketch, but his throat closed up at the last second. "I'm fine," he says instead. "Or, I will be. Fevers never really keep me down for long."

"Oh?"

There was a curious note in Mr. Murphy's voice, but Leon is still too out of it to be certain he heard correctly. "Yes," he says. "I have contracted a fever a few times during the war. Some of my fellow soldiers die from it but," he chuckles grimly, "not me. I was even shot in the shoulder, but I healed pretty quickly from that as well. Minimal scarring and no pain afterwards. Hence the nickname Lucky Leon."

He does not mean to sound bitter or ungrateful to be alive. But for every time someone calls him that, Leon thinks about every other soldier who died from the same thing he has survived, and he feels rotten. Why should he survive when more deserving men die of such simple wounds and sickness? They have wives. Children. Loved ones they long to return to.

Leon had none of those. Still has none of those. Perhaps if the war happened now, he would have the Zoryas to think about while he and Mr. Czernobog are drafted to go to war, and Mr. Murphy is someone he would fight to return to, but the men he fought with had actual families waiting for them. Children who will never see them again. Wives who will never kiss them again.

So why should he be the one to survive?

He felt Mr. Murphy's hand touch the back of his on his lap, and stay there. "You have a dark look in your eyes," Mr. Murphy says gently. He's always so gentle with him. Leon does not know what he has done to deserve it. "I guarantee thinking dark thoughts will do you no good. And," A pause. "I, for one, am glad you have not succumbed to illness or grievous injuries."

Pleasure suddenly suffuses him due to Mr. Murphy's words, and he feels guilty. He does not quite know what to say to that, however, and so he simply says, "Thank you. I too, am grateful to be alive."

Because surviving the war means I got to meet you.

Mr. Murphy's hand is delicate and fine boned, but it feels right resting on top of his own rough one. Leon longed to turn his hand, palm facing up, and intertwine their fingers together, but does not dare to. Mr. Murphy will not welcome it. And he would be taking advantage of his friend's kindness if he were to attempt something like that.

"Would you like to have some soup?" Mr. Murphy asks. "The older Zoryas have prepared a vegetable soup earlier. I could have a bowl brought up for you, if you wish."

Leon blinks quickly a couple of times to help him not be overcome with emotion. Mr. Murphy is so kind and considerate. How lucky his wife must be, whoever she is.

If only Leon were a woman, he could have...

Well, not marry Mr. Murphy, certainly not. Mr. Murphy is a rich and important lord, and Leon is just another soldier, common born, and one just lucky enough to survive the war. But were he a woman, and were he pretty enough, and rich enough, he might have caught Mr. Murphy's eye and...

There is an image that surfaces in his mind. Him, dressed in rags, watching a long-haired Mr. Murphy walk away into the night. He wanted to kiss him, but knows that he shouldn't. He knows it would not be allowed. He is too dirty and worthless. Not fit for his Stranger at all--

Mr. Murphy's hold on his hand suddenly becomes tighter, and he has inhaled sharply.

Leon blinks, and the weird vision and the thoughts accompanying it disappears. "Mr. Murphy?"

There is a strange emotion in Mr. Murphy's eyes, and he is looking at Leon like...

Like how Leon wants him to look at him.

With hunger and barely concealed yearning, his body only being held back from moving closer due to propriety.

His heart flutters in his chest. 'I want to kiss you,' he thinks. 'I want you to stay with me. Never leave me again. Please. I will die. I will suffer endlessly.'

Mr. Murphy's other hand, the one not holding Leon's own, has risen to cup his jaw, and Leon could not look away. Mr. Murphy's eyes, a darker blue in the low light, looks even darker now, almost close to black. There seem to be stars twinkling from deep within them, like glittering jewels at the bottom of a lake at midnight.

"Mr. Murphy..." Leon licks his lips unconsciously, and watches as Mr. Murphy's gaze stray on his tongue. He looks like he is about to lean in and...

Leon's heart is beating so fast in his chest. Is he hallucinating? He knows it could happen at the peak of one's fever. For the sick person to see strange images, as well as imagine all their wildest dreams coming true.

He would do anything for this to be real.

Mr. Murphy leans forward, closing the distance between them, and his lips press against the corner of Leon's mouth, the very same corner his thumb had touched earlier.

Leon gasps, and his unoccupied hand reaches forward to clasp Mr. Murphy's expensive coat. His intention is to pull him closer, but he is too weak to do so right now. He wants to turn his head and capture those lips in his, but his heart is now pounding in his head, and the room is tilting dangerously--

"Mr. Murphy," he moans, high and embarrassingly transparent in his desire. "I want--"

He is delirious. He wants everything. He wants his Stranger, who is right here, impossibly, at his bedside, kissing him.

'Love me. Please, love me. I am here. I have been waiting for you for so long. My Stranger. My Stranger. My love. I love you. I love you.'

Mr. Murphy groans against him, pressing their bodies closer together, and his breath smells so sweet, like the scent of home. A place where one is cherished and adored. Leon feels his toes curling under the blankets.

He turns his head to kiss him back, to kiss him properly, and his lips grazed against Mr. Murphy's own before the room tilts on its axis and he is suddenly overcome with vertigo. He turns away and fights against the bile rising in his throat.

Mr. Murphy holds him tighter, but this time he is only assisting Leon so he could rest fully against the pillows. He too, has leaned away now, and his eyes are only full of concern.

Maybe there is something more in them after their kiss, but Leon cannot decipher it properly. He has managed to stave off retching, but he is still too disoriented to think.

"I will have some soup brought up," Mr. Murphy says as the room slowly stops spinning. He sounds apologetic, and Leon knows he must surely regret...

"I will not leave you," Mr. Murphy assures him, and squeezes Leon's hand. Leon manages to squeeze weakly back, earning him a small smile.

"I will call for Little Bear," Mr. Murphy says, and Leon is about to ask him how, because Ovcharka is a bit stubborn sometimes, when Mr. Murphy whistles a thin high note. A couple of seconds later, Ovcharka comes bounding in, woofing softly, then grinning her silly dog's grin at Leon when she saw that he is awake. To Leon's surprise, she does not jump on the bed like she sometimes does, and instead sits on the floor.

"Little Bear," Mr. Murphy says, "Will you please let Zorya Polunochnaya know that Captain Roberts is in need of something to eat?"

Ovcharka woofs softly once more before she pads out. Possibly to do the task.

"You know she can't understand all of that, right?" Leon asks. The room is stable once more, but he still feels dizzy. He is pretty sure that dogs can only be taught simple commands like sit and stay and roll over; not fetch a human to get some food for another human who is currently sick. And how would Ovcharka even convey that to Ms. Polunochnaya?

Mr. Murphy simply smiles at him, just his tiny one, but to Leon, every smile feels like the entire universe lighting up. "Perhaps. But I intend to stay with you, and so I have entrusted Little Bear to go get you some food."

Leon imagines Ovcharka carrying a tray with her mouth, balancing apples, and huffs with laughter. "You're funny, Mr. Murphy," he says, before his eyes slowly droop closed, and before he knows it, he is fast asleep.

When Leon wakes up, it is still dark outside, but Ms. Polunochnaya has just entered the room. When she notices that he is awake, she beams at him. Her face is glowing softly, like moonlight. She is holding a tray filled with fruit slices and a bowl of vegetable soup, as well as a pitcher of cold water and some eating utensils.

And Mr. Murphy is still sitting beside him on the bed, not having moved from earlier. He is still holding Leon's warm hand in his pleasantly cool one, but now their fingers are intertwined.

#dreamling hamilton AU #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #dreamlingforukraine #good job my thumbs #bold of me to call this a hamilton AU when not a single hamilton character is in sight rn #oh well 🤷‍♀️ the fluffy fluff was my priority and I feel like I have delivered ✨️

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