azul-marie

[azul-marie]

🟢 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.

🟢 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.

🟢 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.

🟢 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.

🟢 You are still a writer when you aren't published.

🟢 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.

🟢 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.

#realllly needed to see this today. #with hope i shall return to creativity soon enough (reminder for the heart)

[azul-marie]

— a touching of souls.

their kisses with you. fem. reader. suggestive. feat. bi-han, kuai, tomas, syzoth.

bi-han —

steady and sure, grabbing at your waist, wrapping a hand around your throat to keep you still as he indulges himself in your lips. although he is not the most affectionate man, bi-han has an exceptional fondness for kisses. perhaps it’s the breathless sounds you make, or the soft gasps in between his tongue — perhaps it is simply that he prefers you at his mercy, a pretty little thing caged beneath or within strong arms. typically at night, when the moon is high and all is silent, he allows himself to calm, to open before you and allow you to initiate. bi-han tends to lose himself in these moments all too easily, an annoyance at his expense. most times, without even trying, simple kisses from you lead to sleepless nights and sore bodies.

kuai liang —

ardent, unrestrained, grasping at hips and breasts and hair, unable to keep what little space remains between the two of you from heating up — figuratively, literally. his lin kuei ways may have taught him restraint, focus, but kuai’s hotheaded tendencies always get the best of him when it comes to you, only for you. his kisses trail like fire all across your body, his teeth leaving scorches in their wake, a tongue like that of flames licking at tender flesh until you melt like caramel in his hands. kuai is unrelentingly keen on smothering you with every bit of adoration he has; his lips alone are more than capable of proving it. you are a goddess worthy of worship, and he a devotee all too willing to bow down and serve, evermore shall his love burn for you.

tomas —

soft like daytime mist, cupping apples of cheeks, the tremble of fingers when his lips touch yours. he has little experience with romancing women, much less the gift of their kisses; you are his beginning, his end. it is precisely why tomas pecks, rather than lose himself to your lips, for a bashful nature keeps what eager will he has in check. his boyish charm only adds to the endearment, and often he finds you to be the one most content in initiating them. it’s a strange comfort, that you still pursue him despite his meeker approach to affection and love. assuring him that he is wanted sends his self-confidence soaring, and gradually does he ease into the idea of receiving and giving kisses on a more constant basis — privately, of course.

syzoth —

quick and light, flurries of kisses, all about your pretty face, your petalsoft lips, sometimes at those sensitive sweet spots across your décolletage if he’s feeling cheekier than usual. syzoth, fairly new to the concept of kissing with warm, wet mouths, tongue and teeth and all, hadn’t expected warm-blood affection to be so pleasant. he is cautious of physicality, having grown to live without its softer aspects for years prior to you, but kisses are easy, innocent enough to practice. you have made it this way for him, precious as you are. he kisses you hello, goodbye, as luck before either one of you leaves for calling duties, and simply when he feels like it, even if friends are around to witness and tease. he doesn’t mind them, as long as you don’t.

#mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat imagines #mk1 x reader #mk x reader #mk imagines #sub zero x reader #bi han x reader #scorpion x reader #kuai liang x reader #smoke x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #reptile x reader #syzoth x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #i literally have. SO MANY. so many ideas for the mk1 boys but i can’t seem to write anything cohesively for the life of me #i am physically only able to Think about them!!!!! i am in immense pain #i’d really love to make another part w/ the earthrealm crew + some select bad boys but at the rate i’m writing at . . . oof #i’m too deep into mk1 brainrot girls 😭

[azul-marie]

leon. (dolor)

fem. reader. angst with comfort. mentions of trauma.

he stands at the bedroom doorway, brows tight and tense the way they get when he’s lost in twilight thoughts.

he doesn’t walk in. he doesn’t quite look at you. just stares at the visage of you sitting up in bed, curled up under blankets and clean duvets, cuddled into dovefeather pillows. scrolling through your device, observing whatever it is you’re talking to him about lately. that show, that book you’re into. maybe some hobby you’re getting better at.

leon, for a good long while, stares into the mundane of the room.

you don’t say anything. you don’t insist, or inquire, or shoo away. you know this is how he gets sometimes. you know it’s because of everything that’s happened. everything, everywhere, everyone that resides behind those sky blue eyes, hollow and sunken, deciding to visit him every now and then, even on good days like today. even on days when earlier he’d looked at you like a man falling in love for the very first time, all over again, whose handsome face twinkled with mirth and stars and the kind of youth he may have once had when he was a boy.

leon stares. strong, safe body frozen at the door. tousled hair. roaming eyes. if you look closely enough, you may be able to see the growing desperation to ground himself. to ground his mind, at once racing with repressed memories but blank with numbness and nothing. there’s so much. so much yet so little he can manage to think out, to put into concept, perception.

it must show. it must because you finally lift your head up and force his eyes on yours, and you’re so sweet and beatific and good he wonders why you’re even here, when did you get here? between the blood and bites and flesh and bones and mama and dad and the city and spain and luis and jack when did you show up? when was it decided that you’d love him and stay? after everything he did, after everything he didn’t, why was it you chose him?

something burns down the sides of his face. one by one by one something burns after the other, but he doesn’t move. doesn’t make a sound. he just stares, stares and hopes you don’t notice it’s a bad one this time, hopes you notice he wants to talk now, he does, but he can’t, he can’t because nothing is coming out and his mouth is open but he can’t he can’t—

“sit with me, sweetie. keep me company.”

you pat the space beside you. the normal, cheery way you do. if he looks too close, he’ll see the calm look of worry you wear. but he doesn’t, because he might start hiding everything away again if he realizes the state he’s in. reminds himself it’s okay though. it’s okay, because it’s you, no one else, no one to hide from like so many times before.

leon finally moves. he watches himself from somewhere high up above the ceiling, climbing into the place you directed him to. he’s shaking. he looks a mess. but the feel of cool sheets and soft pillows brings him back just enough. enough to catch his breath, to try to organize a racing mind.

your hand sticks out. not too close, not too far. a noncommittal invitation. i’m here. it says to him. i’m here if you want. only if you want.

leon curls himself into your lap, taking the both of you by surprise.

the back of his head presses into your stomach. his nose pokes the soft of your thigh. his hair falls over his tear-striped face, shoulders trembling with silent sorrow. his hand frantically searches for something up above.

it lands on yours. without a word, he sets it over the hairs of his head, and silently motions for you to pet him.

“please.” is all he says.

you listen.

teardrops cascade down the expanse of your skin, each one a memory unspoken. uselessly do his hands cup his cheeks to catch them before they bloom, before he remembers the reason behind their fall. they will not stop. his silence becomes that of weeping whimpers, low, deep, from the cavity of his chest.

your fingers are featherlight across his scalp, a cautious touch in the wave of emotion. you say nothing only because you know he needs this, the physicality of affection, for words and sentiment are lost on deep dark hurt, unable to comfort like the caresses from a lover.

the two of you stay like this, for a long while. waiting for the tide to change, the storm to pass. until his tears lessen into saltskin, until he blinks fog away from damp lashes and loose strays of hair. you pull strands away from his rosy, tear stained cheeks to tuck them behind his ear. you run a gentle hand down his jaw, to the aching bob of his throat.

“my love, my boy.” you say softly. “you’re everything to me. nothing will change that. it’s been so hard for so long, i know. you’ve been strong all this time, leon.”

“what if i can’t do it? what if it’s not enough for you?”

“you’re more than enough, lee. you’ve been trying your best, don’t forget that in these moments. you’re home and life to me, always. love, darling, would i lie to you?”

his answer is immediate. “never.”

and he takes comfort in the pressing of your lips to the shell of his ear, the curve of cheeks and tissue scarred by the past. eyes shut tight, basking in the waves of gradual calm over him, keeping back the dark for the time being.

but he knows there’s too much to heal with simple kisses or honeyed words. plenty things he can’t bring himself to speak aloud with you. perhaps that’s where he’ll start, find somewhere to go, someone qualified to talk to. take the load off his back, and keep from worrying you, too.

he entwines your fingers together. brings them up for a kiss to your knuckles. “i love you. i’d do anything for you. anything.” hoarse his voice may be, he speaks strongly, clearly to emit his conviction. leon presses kiss after kiss across your fingertips, heart caught in his throat by how gently you cradle him into your bosom.

the warmth of your love lulls his fatigue into a dreamless sleep; his last thought is full of you and you alone.

#resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #re imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy imagines #leon + angst = my favorite trope #i love exploring his mind. i love thinking deeply about how he has suffered. i love making situations for him to face his trauma head-on. #i know it isn’t the most popular way to write him but i just think it’s neat to see him like this 😭 #tldr i just like the idea of leon being sad so i can kiss him better LMAO #i’m reminded that i haven’t caught up with separate ways yet!! i need my ada fix soon…

[azul-marie]

flirtatious character intros. (various/goddess reader.) (3)

note: fem. reader. suggestive. 3rd person pov. feat. raiden (+ dark) fujin, nightwolf, scorpion

i’m so happy to finally share the newest installment of this series! all the exciting news about mk1 definitely gave me some much needed motivation to finish these. once mk1 drops later this month, i’m considering adding its brand new roster to this series as well — let’s hope future me does so. thank you all for the love and patience you’ve shown; please enjoy your reading.

part 1 ; part 2.

raiden

raiden: i am glad to see you look so well, name.

name: you act as if we haven’t seen each other in years, old friend.

raiden: no matter our time apart, i will always be glad to see you. 

raiden: do you still accept my friendship, twisted as i am?

name: so long as we serve the realms together,  never will i stray from you.

raiden: your kindness is undeserving, name.

name: raiden, there are rumors whispering about us. 

raiden: do they speak falsehoods, name?

name: for my heart’s sake, i hope them true.

name: raiden, there are rumors whispering about us.

raiden: are they a nuisance to you, name?

name: i’d merely like to know how to make them fact, is all.

raiden: you never fail to surprise me, name.

name: how so, my lord?

raiden: despite our years together, my affection for you grows ever stronger each time we meet.

name: i visited the sky temple some time ago, but you weren’t there.

raiden: is that so? what were you in need of, name?

name: what else? you, of course.

dark raiden

name: my lord, i beg of you — do not test my resolve this way.

dark!raiden: haven’t i proved myself worthy of your devotion?

name: how could i, knowing what you’ll become?

dark!raiden: devote yourself unto me, goddess.

name: my lord would have me succumb to darkness?

dark!raiden: he would have you as his rightful bride.

name: what is happening to you, my lord?

dark!raiden: do you fear me, name?

name: i fear i am losing my dearest friend.

name: what is happening to you, friend?

dark!raiden: i’ve sought this power to protect us, name.

name: in doing so, you would sacrifice the raiden i cherish?

dark!raiden: tell me whose presence offends you most, name, and i will bring you their head.

name: my lord, surely you jest?

dark!raiden: i’ve told you, haven’t i? anything for your sake is worth doing.

dark!raiden: i will allow no harm to befall you again, goddess.

name: what have you done, raiden?

dark!raiden: whatever necessary to have you remain by my side.

fujin

fujin: the winds have blown the most loveliest of breezes my way.

name: (laughing) i am sure i’ve heard those words countless times before.

fujin: yet still they flatter, should your smile show for it.

name: fujin, there are rumors up in the air about us.

fujin: no need to mind them. let the others speak all they want.

name: are they correct, is all i wonder . . .

name: my lord, there are rumors up in the air about us.

fujin: you need only ask, and i shall speak my heart, name. 

name: fujin . . . will you accept mine in return?

fujin: my lady, would there ever come a day you’d reconsider my offer?

name: earthrealm has its brothers thunder for protection. is it necessary for me to join you?

fujin: it would certainly put my mind at ease, gazing upon your beauty each day.

name: dearest fujin? you’re still alive?

fujin: of course. i couldn’t bear another moment without your company.

name: i am glad your spirit remains ever breezy.

name: dearest fujin! everyone told me you’d been lost to time.

fujin: time itself could never keep me from you, lady name.

name: thank the four winds that guided you back to me.

fujin: tell me, has bi-han troubled you in any way?

name: the dark one has no hold over me, my lord.

fujin: should that ever change, allow me to be the first you turn to.

fujin: you’re quite popular among our mortal friends, name.

name: (laughs) worry not, he of wind. my eyes are still set on you alone.

fujin: i . . . ahem. it’s not like you to tease, my lady.

nightwolf

name: your wisdom surpasses that of many mortals.

nightwolf: it is by the great spirit’s guidance, not my own. 

name: humble and handsome . . . she’s chosen her champion well. 

nightwolf: the great spirit wasn’t lying about you.

name: pray tell, were they kind words?

nightwolf: kind as you are lovely.

name: i admire your resilience, nightwolf.

nightwolf: all i am, all i have become, is for the matoka’s sake.

name: blest be the matoka to have you, dear one.

nightwolf: haokah is especially fond of you, name. he a close friend?

name: indeed. we’ve known one another for eons now.

nightwolf: (scoffs) if i were him, i would’ve asked for your hand the moment i laid eyes on you.

name: i’ve never met a nightwolf in person before.

nightwolf: thoughts on your first, name?

name: if you’re willing, allow me the pleasure of knowing you further.

nightwolf: the great spirit’s keen on our meeting together, name.

name: she wishes to boast the power of her latest champion?

nightwolf: she wishes for us to be . . . compatible. take that as you will.

name: have you any sage words for me, nightwolf?

nightwolf: none whatsoever.

name: the way your eyes wander tell me otherwise, young pup.

nightwolf: i have heard that countless suitors vie for your hand, name.

name: such is the life of a goddess, i’m afraid.

nightwolf: allow me to put a stop to them for you, here and now.

scorpion

name: the thralls of hellfire no longer consume your heart?

scorpion: my suffering can only be quelled for so long.

name: if i may, allow me to ease it for as long as i can. 

scorpion: shinnok was infatuated with you.

name: he, like many others. does it trouble you, hanzo?

scorpion: so long as i am the only one in your company, no. 

scorpion: for all we’ve suffered, will you bless the shirai ryu?

name: grace me with honorable kombat, and blessings you shall receive.

scorpion: your kindness will not be forsaken, name.

scorpion: should you ever desire it, the fire gardens are welcome for you to visit.

name: a kind invitation, grandmaster. i’d hope it would come with a tour.

scorpion: it would be an honor, name.

scorpion: sub-zero has mentioned you time and time again, goddess.

name: is that envy i hear, hanzo?

scorpion: there will be no need for envy once i’ve proven my superiority for your hand.

name: i admire such ardent loyalty for your comrades, grandmaster.

scorpion: the ones i cherish fan the flames of my devotion.

name: i hope that i, too, am among such ones.

#raiden #fujin #nightwolf #scorpion #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat 11 imagines #mk11 x reader #mk x reader #mk11 imagines #mk imagines #mortal kombat 11 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagine #raiden x reader #fujin x reader #nightwolf x reader #scorpion x reader #hanzo hasashi x reader #mk1 looks SO GOOD. ed boon thank you for making all the men absolute babygirls for our enjoyment #johnny looks especially good??? i’m not usually a johnny girl but…this one might change me LMAO #i’m just excited for everyone tbh. i can’t wait to see more of everything 😭

[azul-marie]

hello marie!!! long time no see, how are you btw? 🥺

hello dear vanie! i apologize for getting back to you so late — thank you for being sweet as always. i’ve been okay! i was enrolled in a few classes this summer so it’s been keeping me busy (and sleep deprived) unfortunately. how are you doing? any paralive news you’re excited for? i just saw that cozmez + akyr are competing in the second round, if my memory serves me right. 👀 i’m looking forward to seeing iori + kanata interactions, their dynamic is really amusing to me.

i’m sure it’s obvious, but i’ve been taking a little break from writing paralive stuff. but only because i’ve been distracted by sooo many new games/shows i’ve gotten into this year! i promise i haven’t forgotten the paralive crew. 🥹 i’ve always had a habit of jumping from one interest to the next, without making more room for them in my mind, haha. there’s plenty i’ve written, but nothing i’ve finished. (sad life of a writer, lmao) but i hope to eventually clear out my requests once i’m in a better spot.

sorry for writing so much! i just really appreciate you checking up on me. let me know how you’re doing, too! ❤️

[azul-marie]

Helloooou again :3)/

hello friend! i hope all is well. thank you for checking up on me, as always. ❤️

[azul-marie]

ada. (enamour)

fem. reader. love rivalry including ada/reader/leon. (focus on reader)

something cold digs in between your shoulder blades, sending shivers up tense muscles.

it’s a sudden sensation. catches you off guard you forget to call out to leon, whose back is turned to you whilst sifting through paper files laying across an abandoned wooden desk. the latest room you’ve snuck into seemed abandoned enough — save for its open window rocking back and forth on screeching bolts. they must’ve entered through there mere seconds before the two of you did.

warm, sweet breath tickles your earlobe. another round of shivers overtake your senses. this time, through, you recover quickly enough to react.

your hand flies to your pocketed blade and in an instant is pressed up to their throat. it is then you realize, recognize who your company is. she smiles serenely at you, acting like the knife at her neck isn’t sharp enough to slice through bone. she bears her pistol with all the grace of someone who’s caught you in her web, not the other way around.

“long time no see, kitten.”

her deadpan voice practically echoes through the silence of the night. finally surprising your partner into turning around. what surprises him further is the way ada gazes at you, almost identical to the way she did at him all those years ago.

“ada.” leon says plainly, hand hovering over his own pistol. his eyes flicker between the two of you, to the way your hand fumbles with your blade, to how she smiles a little too suggestively for someone being threatened. he’s certain you’re about to push her down, or for her to knock the knife away from your obviously loosened grip — neither happen.

instead, you carefully tuck your blade away and greet her with a coy smile of your own.

“i wasn’t expecting you here, red.” your arms cross, a guard of sorts. you knew full well of the games she liked to play. she holds your eyes as she slips her pistol back in its holster, searching for something you refuse to show. it’s been a long time, indeed, but you still remember how to compose yourself around her. it’s all rather flattering.

ada circles you, trailing her fingertips over your shoulders. her silky touch is the only weapon in her grasp, but it is perhaps her most dangerous. she takes pleasure in the way you shift beneath her watch, how your pretty face fights to remain mild. she’s no fool. she sees the smile playing at those luscious lips of yours — why bother hiding it? she’s all sultry eyes just for you, now that she’s finally managed to separate your stuffy partner’s hip from yours. seems he hadn’t changed after all. he really was the clingy type.

it was cute. once. not when he happened to be clingy with you of all people.

“once i heard you were around, i just couldn’t help myself.” her arm comes to rest around the curve of your waist. her fingers press into the flesh of your hip, easing you closer. her lips hover over the soft of your neck, almost kissing a path up to your ear. your breathing stutters, and she purrs, “wanted to stop by and catch up with my favorite girl, is all.”

you scoff, but there’s no stopping the heat rising up and over your face. those pretty lips of yours finally turn up in a smile, bashful like a schoolgirl crush. the temptation to run her thumb over your bottom lip runs strong — until an awkward, intentional clear of a throat interrupts the thought.

“i’d appreciate if you left my partner alone.” leon interjects, striding to stand tall besides you. in a swift motion he interweaves your elbows together and pulls you towards him, at once halting the hold she had on you. it’s a comfortable, possessive sort of touch. how quaint. cute little leon, still wearing his heart on his sleeve.

given the way his hand clamps around yours, he must really have it bad. what a shame. for him.

ada is slow to drag her eyes away from you. she even runs them up, down, over your lovely body for good measure. she can’t have leon thinking she isn’t willing to compete — two can play at that game. his fuming glower tells her he’s gotten the message loud and clear. as he should. she zeros in on the way his grip tightens around yours, again, cozily touching you as if you were his.

a quirk of her brow suggests ire. “glad to see you, leon. to think, after all this time, you’re still such a lucky man. who would’ve thought she’d end up being your partner?”

the two of them stare each other down with such intensity you wonder what other history they share aside from you. tension seeps into the chill of the nighttime air. leon’s coiled up so tightly it raises worry, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his bicep to placate him. for all you know, the mysterious plagas infecting him could thrive off stress, and he’s already had plenty of that so far.

almost immediately does your touch have him redirecting his notice towards you. his intense gaze softens at your pretty eyes studying him. his broad shoulders gradually relax in your embrace. he’s visibly calmed by the simple act, much to ada’s amusement — and her vexation. her fingertips dig into her palms, wishing it was your hands beneath them instead.

“ada, why are you really here?” you inquire, and she’s pleased when you finally set sights back on her. she’s not fond of the questioning, however. she purses her lips. her expression morphs into a cautious neutral. you’re aware you won’t be getting a direct answer, no matter how much she likes you.

ada sighs, “oh, sweetheart. you know i don’t work and tell.”

guarded, she saunters to the opposite end of the room to the very window she slithered in through, overlooking the bleak scenery with little interest. you slip past leon to follow after her, grasping her fingers to keep her from going any further. pleasant warmth seeps through from your fingertips to hers. there’s no time to relish it, although she longs to feel more. calculating eyes regard you and you alone.

“leave the girl,” demands ada. “she’s lost no matter what. you walk away now…and who knows? maybe you’ll live to meet me again.”

keeping her eyes locked on yours, she brings your hand to her lips, and presses a languid kiss across your knuckles. a stain of red now marks you as hers. play glimmers in her irises. “…maybe i’ll even take you on that date i promised.”

“you think we’re gonna give up that easy?” leon’s voice cuts in, weighed with barely contained venom.

“right.” ada exhales a laugh. how true. the two of you really are perfect for one another. hearts of gold, heads full of dreams. she turns towards a silently seething leon, whose eyes pierce her every move. he does a poor job at hiding his envious glare towards your entwined hands. “how about we continue this discussion another time?”

she drops your hand unceremoniously, in favor of pressing a kiss to your cheek. the pulse of your racing heart is nearly tangible. such a sweet girl, flustered by a simple kiss. longing parts her lips in their journey up to your ear to whisper, “stay safe, beautiful.” she pulls away with an air of nonchalance, committing to memory the clear look of shock she’s frozen you into. it takes all she has not to go back in for another kiss, for there’s no knowing where her lips will land if she does.

“keep her safe for me, will you, leon? she’s really quite precious, you know.”

and just like that, she’s gone.

you nearly stumble towards the creaking window for a vain glimpse into the night she’s disappeared through. half shocked, half mortified of your audience still gaping at you, you could only hope he wasn’t put off by the instance of his flirty adversary. or the fact you had no quarrels in encouraging her.

a hand wraps around yours, warm and tight.

“careful. leaning out a little too far there, don’t you think?”

leon sounds rather relieved now that it’s back to being the two of you. ada must’ve been a sore sight for whatever reasons he’s held within. you avoid his eyes to recollect yourself, murmuring apologies beneath your breath.

then, a touch upon your cheek, the very one she’d kissed, puts a stop to all thoughts. your eyes flutter up towards leon’s. his usually somber expression has turned sour, scowling and scorned in a way you’re unfamiliar with. his hand cups your face, thumb frantically rubbing off what must be a lipstick stain ada’s left behind. the intensity of his eyes only adds to your embarrassment, makes you wish he hadn’t seen her in the first place. maybe then he wouldn’t be upset, angry with the ghost of her presence.

“here i thought luis would be my only problem.” leon mutters, so softly you’d mistaken he’d spoken at all. when he notices the shift in your pretty eyes, the sweetsoft concern that struck him weak, his gaze mellows instantly, and he blinks rapidly as if coming out of a daze. rose pink springs across his face in a blooming blush, a bigger surprise than his supposed anger. he rips his hand away upon realizing himself, leaving you curious.

“i mean—i meant, she’s the last person i expected to run into here. it’s—it’s a long story. won’t bore you with it. just know she’s probably not worth trusting completely. it’s best you’re careful around her. i’d hate…i wouldn’t want you hurt.”

his voice goes quiet at the end. his head is turned away, body tight and tense, hands fiddling with the holsters of his weapons. it isn’t like leon to speak so personally. so openly about his emotions. and you know it isn’t because of ada’s mere presence, what must be a recollection of the past.

you touch your cheek, still warm from his skin.

“you’re the one i trust, leon. we came here together, and we’re leaving together. i’m with you until the end.”

courage overtakes bashful notions. you close in beside him, reach up to push a lock of his hair behind his ear. cup his shying face, a tender encouragement to share his vulnerability with you. leon’s eyes fall back on yours too easily, too swiftly for a simple friendship. you see it; he is incapable of masking it.

it’s somewhat of an honor he’s so fond of you. it’s a reminder to be gentle with his feelings, though you yourself may not have yours sorted out just yet. but it is ascertained that you care immensely for him, perhaps in the way he’d like you to. perhaps not. there’s plenty of time to work things out.

“i’m with you, ace.” you smile, tugging his cheek until he returns one of his own. “there’s no one else i’d rather have beside me. got it?”

leon nods, convinced. “yeah. thanks.”

you pay a playful pat to his cheek, satisfied with his answer. “good, good. now, why don’t we get moving? we wouldn’t want to keep miss ashley waiting. what were we even looking for in the first place? some kind of key?”

the mention of the mission reinvigorates him. “yeah, exactly. should be somewhere around here, if you can help me look.”

“sure! let’s just hope we can get by without someone interrupting again.”

“wouldn’t that be nice.” scoffs leon, slipping his fingers through yours to lead you back towards the other half of the room. this habit of wanting you close was really too cute. willingly do you allow him to take your hand as he pleases.

all the while you will your heart not to flutter at the lipstick still staining the other, red on red alike.

#resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #re imagine #resident evil x reader #re4 x reader #ada wong imagines #ada wong x reader #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #i’m so glad i finally wrote this LET’S GOOOO #i. am. SICK. so sick of being “jealous” of ada in fics. like…yall see her too right? she’s gorgeous and morally ambiguous right??? #so why can’t she flirt with ME?? why be jealous when we can be in LOVE??? why not let her desire ME carnally for once?? leon? i hardly know #anywho. jealous ada + reader fics just don’t mesh w/ me personally!! perhaps because i’m not a naturally jealous person haha #but ada and leon being incredibly jealous of each other + fighting over us though? hell yeah sister

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leon. (desiderate)

fem. reader. canon-typical violence/injuries mentioned.

if only you’d been beside him a second sooner.

the surrounding ganados were resolute in killing the two of you, but so far you’d handled everything well. he took the front, you, the back. it was going fine enough, up until a creature welding a machete managed to land a clean slice across the side of his abdomen, easily cutting through the flesh. your partner’s pained sounds were a nightmare on the ears.

once that damned church bell finally rang upon safety could you take cover in an abandoned home to check whatever damage was done.

now another challenge began.

“please, just let me see how bad it is.” your pleas are no match for stubbornness. leon waves you off, pretending that he isn’t holding a bleeding wound. his beautiful jacket, a favorite of his, he had told you on the way to the village, stains his hand a bright scarlet. he lingers by a window to keep watch outside, his handsome face scrunched with discomfort.

“it’s fine. i’m fine. focus on yourself first.” his reply is curt, slightly winded. his broad chest heaves as he applies more pressure on his injury, his jaw setting tightly to avoid letting out a moan of pain. you watch helplessly, unused to the view of your calm, confident partner so hurt.

the two of you hadn’t been partners for long, but something akin to a friendship was undoubtedly there. his odd quips, the occasional joke that would usually cause eye rolling and groans were actually rather charming coming from a man of his reputation — you took them in stride, bouncing off of his personality as if you’d known each other all your lives.

but there is a certain coldness to leon. an inner frost, like a perpetual twist of the brows stuck in thought, or eyes heavy with a lack of heart. clear reminders of whatever he’s gone through before meeting you. perhaps it’s the innate good you sense from him that encourages the desire to know him, befriend him. a goodness that is such he’d prefer bleeding out if it meant saving you first.

you gather your courage. with cautious steps you approach his side, place a benign hand on his bicep that silently insists. at first, leon refuses to look your way. he's all too aware of those doe eyes you’re making at him — knows it’ll get him weak in the knees. the touch on his arm is already making it harder to breathe.

“leon…” —god, do you have to say his name so softly like that?— “i’m not hurt. i’m worried about you. just let me take a look so i can help ease the pain. please.”

his eyes flicker down to yours before he can stop himself. fuck. those pretty eyes, brows turned up with concern, flutter when they meet his. leon’s jaw goes slack, and he swallows so hard he’s certain he gulps aloud.

“okay…okay. i surrender.” he says, a hint of humor lacing in. “sorry to have made you beg.”

your unease melts into a beaming smile. “as long as it paid off.”

after finding the most stable looking chair in the house, leon peels off his beloved jacket on the one side he’s hurt, exposing the weeping cut caked with a mix of dried and fresh blood. he at least looks a little sheepish to have insisted he was fine, when he was, in fact, not very fine at all.

you cringe at the sight, deterring any ogling leon would've preferred to see instead. you carefully lift his skin-tight shirt to examine the cut further. the feel of your smooth fingers gliding across his bare skin sends a wave of gooseflesh over every inch of him. he reminds himself he’s a professional, not a schoolboy.

“i’m…i’m sorry, but, ew. aside from that, it’s actually not too deep. a good cleaning should help, since that blade was probably really unsanitary. then i’ll bandage you up. sounds good?”

leon is quiet. concerned, you glance upwards to check on him, only to find he’s already staring at you. something hot clenches at your chest. his eyes fall to your parted lips for a split second before realizing you’ve stopped talking.

“yeah.” he mindlessly agrees. it is incredibly obvious to the both of you that he hasn’t heard a word you said. you kindly choose to ignore it, mostly because it’s cute. and because he’s probably lost a bit of blood while he was being stubborn. not to mention he was nearly sawed in half by a literal creature of darkness, too. something like that would take a moment to process.

“i’ll clean you up, then bandage the cut. sounds good?” you repeat slowly, trying to also kindly ignore how his eyes switch between your eyes and lips. leon nods, then looks away in silent complacency to let you do what you need to. and to steady himself when your hands run down the expanse of his abdomen to check for any other injuries he may have sustained.

he wonders how you’ve managed to keep such soft, supple hands. how they press just the right amount of pressure, not too much or too little. the first aid spray, nor the herbs you mix and crush into a salve hardly sting when you massage them across his wound. all the while your eyes, those pretty eyes, gleam with pure concentration as you work to heal him. help him. without ulterior motives, without asking for anything in return.

guilt overtakes him. to have you mend him despite his being perfectly capable feels selfish. reminds him of naivety and red. longings of the past. you two were already in over your heads, and now this? having you coddle him? leon’s hardly deserving. hardly worth your effort. he wasn’t the priority at this point, even if he made the promise to get all three of you back home safe. there were risks, dangers, that either of you could succumb to, but he’d be damned before letting anything happen to you. as long as you stuck together, nothing would.

“you with me, ace?”

your whisper jolts him out of thought. leon appears struck, as if forgetting you’re sat beside him, pressing bandages along his abdomen. your perplexed expression wakes him from his inner rumination. makes him think his own face is twisted in the way it gets whenever he’s too far deep in his mind.

leon takes a beat to answer. “uh…yeah. all good. sorry about that.”

“no need to apologize. i know it’s a lot to take in. i’m just worried about that handsome face of yours.”

he freezes, his dark thoughts at once evaporating. “my—what?”

you turn slightly bashful. “oh, well, you know. if you keep making the same kind of face, it’ll get stuck that way. i just…well, it would be a shame if yours did. you’re really quite nice on the eyes, leon.”

he gapes at you, stunned silent by your boldness. and what more it could imply. these sorts of compliments are nothing he’s not used to, clearly, but coming from you? the first person to mean something to him in years?

leon feels his face going hot. shit. he clears his throat, shifts in his creaking seat. prays he isn’t blushing as badly as he thinks he is. you manage to catch his fleeting eyes for a second. he watches how your lush lips turn up with an amused smile so poorly hidden he almost thinks you wanted him to notice — and just like that, he’s properly flustered.

he isn’t allowed to collect himself. soon you’re patting off whatever excess salve remains on his skin and tugging his shirt back down over freshly set bandages, held together by even more prayers and a bit of medical tape. you’re up and on your feet before leon can even pierce together the concept of thanking you.

you head to the nearest window for a quick peek outside. “looks like the villagers are still in the church. it’s all clear for now, unless they decide to cut service short.” you muse. leon joins you, carefully readjusting his jacket and his cool.

“don’t jinx us.” he huffs. “last thing we need is another run in with trouble. we should start looking for ashley now that things are quiet.”

you agree. after one last weapons and supplies check, you lead the way towards the front door to brave whatever awaits the two of you ahead. before you finish twisting the doorknob, he pats an awkward hand on your shoulder.

leon says your name intently. “…i appreciate your help. very much.” he hesitates, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. you can still see a bloom of pink across his cheeks. “so…thanks. i owe you one.”

you pat his shoulder in return with a mellow smile. “of course, leon. it’s why i’m here. i am your favorite partner after all.” you joke, turning the moment he lets out a chuckle. you miss the way his eyes soften as he takes in the pretty view of you.

“true. but it’s not like you had much competition in the first place.”

“ha-ha. if you’re saying i win by default, then that’s just fine by—”

the moment the two of you step outside, an incoming call from hunnigan interrupts the lighthearted atmosphere. the sudden intrusion turns leon’s face somber once more, though he glances somewhat apologetically at you before answering.

no matter, you think. there’s plenty of time to spare for team-bonding.

#resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #resident evil #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy imagine #i want to flirt with leon sooo bad LOL #i just love seeing him shy 🤩 is it ooc? perhaps. do i care? of course not!!! #pining leon is the best #give this man some longing and i’m set #may or may not be the prequel to luis’s sweet talk 👀

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leon. (brume)

fem. reader. angst, suggestive mentions.

your husband is a stranger.

the man you married months ago has been reduced to nothing, ground to bits, reborn as a soldier, a tool, a puppet. he is no longer yours; he will never be again.

the color of the sky, his eyes shone bright, now sullen and sunken with unspoken hurt. hollow cheeks from missed meals, dark bags from little sleep. of these things and more, he says nothing. shares nothing. and you let him be, out of love, out of fear, to keep the distance between the two of you from growing further apart.

nevertheless, he treats you much the same. still kisses you soft, still holds you close in all the ways he knows you like. but there is a new edge behind his movements. unfamiliar. paranoid. his hands, calloused in places they weren’t before, grip too tightly your own when you’re out and about. his unnerving stares towards alleys and doorways, his too quick response to his hip at every sound. was he always this way? or was it the city, the hell that brought it out?

leon, you’d whisper, come lay down and rest.

he listens. in the evenings he curls up next to you, lets your scent, your warmth, engulf him like a cloud. a tangible reminder of what he wants to protect. lets you tuck his face close up against your heart. he listens to its beating until it slows to a pulse, then slips away to stand guard at the front door again. and when you wake up alone in the dark, you pretend his version in your dreams sleeps soundly besides you.

leon, your arms hug around his waist, make love to me today.

he listens. be it by day or moonlight, he indulges you in every way you ask. his too rough hands grabbing, bruising, taut muscles grown slick with sweat and lips parting to kiss at your breasts. this body is unfamiliar, no matter the pleasure it brings. his newly assigned training, grueling and relentless, has wrung out every bit of softness he once had — he is sharp, cutting at your flesh, pulling and shaping you beyond what you knew. who is this stranger, loving you as he did? who is this man, whose dark eyes you avoid when he looks at you?

“leon,” you plead, sorrow in your throat, “please tell me you love me.”

he is quiet. stops stuffing his go-bag with mission ready supplies, beckoned by an early morning phone call before dawn even crackled through the sky. a part of him wishes to throw this godforsaken bag out the door, or crush his phone into the pavement and hope he finds a way to keep from being found. another wishes you’d just go back to sleep.

“you know i do.” he replies without turning around, voice heavy with a humorless sort of huff. a disbelieving sound. “don’t tell me you forgot already.”

“just tell me, please. say it before you go.” your voice breaks faintly at the end.

leon turns and peers so intensely at you that tears swell forth in your eyes. it prevents you from discerning his expression. was it one of pity? exasperation? you bury your face into your hands, woe bubbling up like a spring.

strong arms embrace you. whispers of affirmation dull against your sobs, against the outpour displaying your silent suffering. if only you could find comfort in this man’s arms. in the way he kisses your seasalt tears across your cheeks, how tenderly he runs his hands through your hair. through the blur, you see the youth of your love, the hopeful candor who was once your leon. when you blink, then blink again, it is the face of a jaded, somber man who gazes at you the same way he did, once upon a dream.

“i do. i swear i do.” leon insists. he presses kiss after kiss on every inch of your pretty face, unsure how else to soothe you. “you’re everything to me, remember? you’re why i’m still here. you’re all i have. please don’t cry, darling. i love you, i love you.”

you close your eyes. bask in the noise. if you try hard enough, you can still make out the soft cadence of your leon’s voice hidden beneath his baritone pain. but it’s not him, is it? it’s not anymore. try, try harder, and perhaps you’ll learn to love him like the leon he was before. maybe then his kisses wouldn’t feel like thorns, and his hugs wouldn’t choke you blue.

“i just want you back. that’s all i really want. please stay here, don’t leave me waiting alone.

oh, leon, please don’t go again.”

#resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #re imagine #so uh. this is something 👀 #i was thinking about how soldiers often come back home a completely different person. leon isn’t exactly one but…. #he’s so different. so so changed between re2-4 that he’s practically a different person in most aspects? an obvious statement i know lol #but i haven’t seen too many fics that focus on it the way i wanted to see it…so i wrote it! (haha) this may indeed be ooc for him… #but tbh i just wanted to write something sad LMAO

[azul-marie]

— what’s in a name?

their favorite pet names for you. fem. reader. feat. leon, luis, ashley, ada.

leon —

very traditional. he likes the classic pet names the most: baby, sweetheart, darling are just a few of his favorites. he likes the sappiness behind the simplicity. and the way you light up when he addresses you as such. depending on his mood, he’ll even whip out some eye rollers to tease you with (honeybun, lovebug, mama). this is especially true when he wants to distract you and/or snatch your attention from what you’re doing. leon never uses pet names to demean you, however, and would instead use your actual name/nickname during serious circumstances.

luis —

very romantic, very suave. he calls you by nearly every affection in the book, should you manage to keep count. bonita, corazón, cariño, are his go-tos most of the time. luis also uses possessive labels such as mi vida, mi amorcito, mi linda when he’s feeling especially clingy. or when he’s hit with with a spot of jealousy and wishes to let everyone else know you’re taken. (it happens more often than not, as it were). he’s the type who uses pet names to annoy you during arguments only because he thinks he’s slick enough to charm you out of being upset with him. (he is, but that’s not the point). he seldom uses your name/nickname in most cases.

ashley —

cutesy and food oriented. she isn’t shy about calling you the sappiest, fluffiest pet names even around others, which in turn leads to plenty of cooing and awing over your sheepish reactions. sweet pea, pumpkin, cupcake are her faves. she reasons that because she loves sweet things, it only makes sense to call you by their names since she loves you even more. that, and they sound super cute to say. ashley tends to call you by name/nickname just as often though, therefore balancing the sweetness perfectly.

ada —

sultry, on the cusp of leading to more. she’s taciturn and cautious, but reserves just a little bit of herself for you and you alone. kitten, doll, beautiful are her usual choices. always spoken to you in a whisper, like a secret she wants heard by your ears only. ada hates to share, so she can’t have just anyone thinking they can address you the same way she does. she finds herself reserving these pet names during more intimate moments spent together. she uses your name/nickname the majority of the time, but will indulge you in a murmur should you ask politely.

#resident evil 4 remake #re4 remake #resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #re imagine #resident evil x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy x reader #luis sera imagines #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #ashley graham imagines #ashley graham x reader #ada wong imagines #ada wong x reader #inspired by…because…i want ada to call me kitten 🥺 LMAO #this started as an ada drabble but turned into an everyone kind!! i couldn’t help but imagine what cute pet names the gang would use #very self-indulgent….very much….i want leon to call me baby askdnshabaj #i have. So Many Wips!!!! for Leon!!!! i seriously need to post something for him soon or i may Explode #there’s been sooo many great fics for him!!! i’m honestly reading much more than i’m writing haha

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luis. (sweet talk)

note: fem. reader. implied to be latina/hispanic; no physical features are mentioned. can also simply pass as a spanish speaker. spanish was kindly corrected by @angi-writes-filth ; translations are included at the end for your convenience.

“¿dime, chula, qué pasa entre usted y el oficial?”

his question has leon turning to you with a serious curiosity, no doubt hoping you’d translate something useful. unfortunately for him, and for you, it’s nothing more than what luis hopes will turn into flirtatious banter.

you shake your head at your partner, leaving him unconvinced. you hope his meager grasp of spanish keeps him from understanding too much. “¿qué con que?” you beck your head at luis, who grins upon receiving your attention. “es mi socio, nada más.”

your coy reply does not escape him. at once he slinks to your side, playful gray eyes flicking about your pretty face. “parece que le caes muy bien, ¿eh? te ha cuidado más que a la niñita.” he bumps shoulders, a teasing gesture. gets you rolling your eyes with a hint of a smile on your lips.

across the room of the safehouse, ashley looks on with girlish interest, her brows raising suggestively at the sight of you two so close. you send her a face, a code between young women, that has her fighting back a laugh.

leon, ever responsible, busies himself by placing whatever broken wooden planks he finds onto the dirty glass windows by the entrance door. you catch him glancing ever so often back at where you stand, unable to hide the wary way he eyes the man cozying up beside you. you ponder luis’s words.

“quiero pensar que somos amigos. los amigos se necesitan quererse, ¿no?” you reiterate, shifting your weight opposite of him. a thrill runs up your heart when he inches closer, intentions all too obvious.

“eso es lo que quiero saber, cariña. usted, el chaval, sólo sois amigos, ¿verdad?”

“vaya…estás muy interesando en él. ¿por qué me hablas a mi?”

“supongo que quiero saber si tengo una chance, ¿que mas?” luis chuckles, moves to prop his shoulder onto the wall behind you, one arm loosely caging you, the other resting on his hip. “y, pues, la cosa es…” he leans in, the tip of his nose brushing against the shell of your ear, “que difícil ignorar a alguien tan hermosa.”

heat rises up your face, a trained façade breaking as you laugh him off, unable to stop from smiling this time. luis hovers, incredibly pleased, watching from up close how your beauty lights up. he lingers even when you give him a lighthearted shove, stammering an excuse of having to check upstairs for supplies.

he lays back against the wall, feels the vibrations of your heels clicking up the stairs. knows you won’t find anything, anyway — if you weren’t so flustered, you’d remember he had already gone up there to check as soon as the group arrived.

a satisfied smirk refuses to leave his face, despite the severe way leon glares at him from across the room.

“i’m guessing you didn’t share any valuable input?” leon asks curtly, broad shoulders tense.

friends, my ass, luis thinks. he throws his hands up innocently, appearing clueless to leon’s envy. “no, no, it was. valuable for her to know, at least.” he winks impishly, earning himself a scowl. “c’mon, yanqui, i’m just being friendly, you know?”

though his jaw sets tight, leon says nothing in return, remembering ashley stands not too far from his place near the front door.

“everything’s clear up here.” your voice comes down the stairs before the rest of you does. you pointedly ignore both men eyeing your figure as you make your way to ashley’s side. “there’s a relatively clean bed upstairs if you’d like to rest, sweetie. i know it’s hard to relax in our situation, but i think it’s best you try.”

ashley quirks a brow. i’ll go if you tell me everything.

you offer your hand. well, duh.

“yeah, you’re probably right.” ashley agrees, voice feigning hesitation, placing her hand in yours to lead her away. she gives leon a passing look to gauge his reaction, but can’t seem to look past what she now recognizes as his “cool, calm, agent guy” persona. that, and, he’s a little too occupied watching you walk away to really react.

at least luis shows a little disappointment when you walk by without looking his way, even pouting at the lack of attention. the air sours as the two men are left alone, for plenty of reasons she’s clueless for.

she should really brush up on her spanish when she gets home.

translations below: “tell me, cutie, what’s up with you and the officer?” “what’s with what? he’s my associate, nothing more.” “it looks like he likes you quite a bit. he’s taken more care of you than of the girl.” “i like to think we’re friends. friends have to like each other, don’t they?” “that’s what i��d like to know, sweetheart. you, the guy, you’re just friends, right?” “wow…you’re seriously interested in him. why are you talking to me?” “i guess i wanna know if i have a chance, what else? and, well, the thing is…it’s difficult to ignore someone so beautiful.”

#resident evil 4 remake #re4 remake #resident evil 4 imagines #re4 imagines #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #luis serra x reader #luis sera x reader #luis sera navarro x reader #luis sera imagines #i have had. absolutely. no thoughts. other than re4make. #i cannot go 5 minutes without thinking of leon and or luis. it is Impossible!!!!!! #wanted to write for luis first since there is literally no content for him??? huh??? not on my watch #i tried my best writing in spanish for the first time!! thankfully i was able to get great help to correct my silly mistakes haha #latin american/mexican spanish is my second tongue so reader’s more closely resembles it #here i thought i knew spanish pretty well until i decided to research how castilian spanish works LMAO #also it goes without saying but ashley and reader will ALWAYS be besties in everything i write. it’s just the way it gotta be.

[azul-marie]

askbox: closed!

thank you all who requested! writing asks are now closed for the time being. my inbox will be open only for messages/questions/etc. that i’ll happily answer. take care, be well. ❤️

#i know i havent posted you guys IM SORRY #things are…not peachy keen #but i promise to return soon; thank you for the patience 😔🙏🏼

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hiii i know it's already new years and christmas passed but could you do kissing under the mistletoe headcanons w/ kanata, allen, and yuto? <33 happy new year!

hello! thank you for your request. although late, i do hope your new year has been going well. take good care. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance/fluff.

characters: kanata yatonokami. allen sugasano. yuto inukai.

kanata:

he isn’t very aware of the tradition at first, as uncommon as it was for himself and nayuta to have any reason to celebrate christmas in their younger years, so he doesn’t quite understand what he’s even supposed to do. or why someone would hang this useless plant up in the first place. that said, there are two possible routes he’ll take.

one: kanata will flat-out refuse to follow through on kissing should the two of you be in a public space. he much prefers showing affection privately, especially when it comes to something as intimate, but will apologize and make it up to you once you’re alone together.

two: if nayuta was the one who hung it up at home, and there were only the three of you in attendance — fine. he’ll kiss you, but only a bit as not to bother nayuta. (nayuta does not care at all.) kanata is much more comfortable this way, and might even try to catch you beneath the mistletoe a few more times just to have an obvious reason to kiss you. (kanata gets embarrassed asking for affection when he’s touch-starved.)

allen:

is probably the one who hung the mistletoe up in the first place, with every intent to get you underneath it. unluckily for him, both anne and hajun made it their intent to keep you from crossing whatever doorway he’d hung it over, making it a very long, very hectic christmas party of cat-and-mouse. (you were none the wiser.) once he finally caught you, his roommates irked by his sad puppy eyes following you everywhere, allen practically hopped with excitement as he pointed upwards to show his free kissing pass.

wrapping you up tight, he presses dozens of kisses all over your pretty face, much to the annoyance of mostly everyone else around, but only wants to make sure you feel how special you are to him. he also likes to catch you multiple times beneath the mistletoe throughout the night, to kiss until both your lips swell with love.

yuto:

caught completely off guard by the appearance of the mistletoe. he doesn’t attend many parties due to a strict work schedule and general shyness of public spaces, so for yuto to immediately find himself beneath the mistletoe with you sends him into a total reboot of mind. he stands so still so long it worries you, but any negativity threatening to release hancho is quickly soothed by your comforting touch.

out of a polite social obligation, yuto complies with the tradition even while being teased for it, but will probably need to hide for some time to collect himself. he doesn’t have much confidence to catch you underneath the mistletoe again, but will happily engage in other forms of affection for the rest of your time there. yuto will offer apologetic kisses once the two of you are alone, and at home, away from prying eyes.

#kanata yatonokami #allen sugasano #yuto inukai #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #paradox live imagines #paralive imagines #paradox live #paralive #yuto my cutie *heart eyes emoji* #he’s so funny and lame im in love with him #can’t wait to see more of him!!

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hi! If ask box is open,can i ask for Zen dating headcanons? because this man deserve more love

hello! thank you for requesting. i adore zen bunches — he definitely deserves much love. enjoy, and be well. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance/fluff.

characters: gaho zen.

zen:

isn’t very experienced with dating/romance before meeting you, but is very enthusiastic about building a strong bond. may be the type to rush into certain milestones, but treat him well — it’s only because he’s so enamored that he wants to spend every moment he can with you.

zen is a gentle presence concerning the balance of your relationship, whether you happen to be more assertive or equally as docile. he often puts your needs/wants above his shall they differ, happily satisfying you first. it is very apparent that he is wrapped securely around your finger, but with regards to healthy limits; zen appreciates someone who considers his needs just as lovingly.

he has no preference as to whether you enjoy working out/exercising or not, and won’t let it get in the way of being with you. he isn’t particularly picky about appearances, so long as you’re soft and wonderful in his eyes. (also, he likes showing off for you.)

immediately notices whenever you sneak away one of his hoodies to “borrow” for a time. it’s often difficult finding clothing in his size, so he tends to keep better care of his favorite pieces to avoid damaging them. zen loves seeing you in his clothes nevertheless, but will let you know whether they’re safe to borrow for the night.

always, always cries during sad movies, even ones you’ve watched before. please expect to comfort him for the rest of the day.

cooking together is a daily routine. zen loves cooking for and with you, and is open to learning new recipes or cuisines, especially if you belong to a different culture/ethnicity. he tends to like more healthy approaches to food, but is happy to break his diet whenever something looks too good to pass up on.

#gaho zen #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #paradox live imagines #paralive imagines #paradox live #paralive #zen my big man…im love him

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passing by after a while /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ hellooo how are you?, I come to leave love to your board ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ I hope every day is better than the last for you <3

hello, friend. i’m doing well! winters make me lethargic and a little sad, but it’s my favorite season nonetheless. i’ve recently watched some movies/shows i’m becoming slightly fixated on (jjba’s stone ocean, netflix’s castlevania, avatar: the way of water) which makes me happy, but slows my creativity immensely. i’m obsessing over too many things at once! my mind is scattered like dandelion tufts in the wind.

thank you, always, for checking up on me; i appreciate your kindness so much. your messages never fail to make me smile!! i hope you’re doing well and staying safe, too. ❤️

[azul-marie]

ramattra. (innamorare)

fem. omnic reader

no matter the days he’s spent with you, never will he tire of your beauty.

he runs a careful hand over the curves of metal, dips of steel and lining of cables that make you you. he does not see the manufacturing number assigned to you on your lower flank. he pays no attention to the designation given you by fleshly humans, who named you senseless letters and numbers to serve, to obey.

you are more than a number; none are capable of counting your worth. you are perfection, the only redemption your human creators could possibly hope to have. you have made yourself by way of your spirit, indeed, a dolce soul.

“my love.” he calls you, leaning down to press his face to yours. cold, unflinching metal scrapes together, but it is the warmth you bring to his chest the only sensation he feels. “my soul, my life.”

your laugh, resonance with a buzzing timbre sweet, sounds between his throat when you nuzzle closer against him. “i am well aware,” you tease, your fondness never lost on him. “you remind me so often, so gently for a mighty omnic.”

he forgets how easily he overtakes your slimmer, feminine build. how large his hands, his arms embrace and enfold you when the two of you lay alone in his chambers. how your face fits squarely clasped between his palms, they which pull you in close to kiss about your features, each a sudden spark igniting soft laughs and even softer touches.

rays of dawn’s light fall in through a crack of his curtained window, reflecting off your entangled bodies. specks of light are thrown about the room, like freckling stars across the twilight sky.

“i fail to be mighty in your presence.” he admits, a rumbling whisper. “for you bring me such joy none could ever replicate, a kind no other being has experienced before.”

“surely you jest.” you whisper back, modest as always. but he feels the way your exhausts heat up in an omnic’s way of bashful expression, his words flattering deep within the wires. it makes him chuckle, pulling you snug into his lap.

“never, soul. when i rest, i hear your voice call to me, how spring begets blossoms. when i wake, it is as if the iris itself has renewed my vigor, so strongly you sing to me in my dreams. it is no jest, and do not doubt; you are everything.”

his chest fills with the echoes of your delighted laughter, a pleasant balm in the form of sound. he holds you closer still, wishing only briefly to know what it feels like to touch, really touch, every lovely inch of you, wonderfully made as you are.

but the thought leaves quickly like it came. he has no need for skin, for flesh, for fingertips. there’s nothing, no thread of hair, no scent or smell, no sigh of breath or press of lips he needs to love you true. he is content with the cold, the sharp and edge of metallic bodies, the exposed balljoints of limbs and alloys that form these shells you occupy.

anubis be damned. he was not created only to serve, obey, to wage war on flesh and bones.

no. ramattra was made to love you and you alone, to be an interweaving of wires and light ever seeking your devotion, your benevolence. all this and more shall he follow with loyalty closer to worship, from past to now to future until the day humanity sees you for what you truly are — a goddess of steel, the muse of his soul, the love of his finite life.

#ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch imagines #overwatch 2 imagines #overwatch 2 #ow2 #this was so fun to write!!! love me some robo romance #i hope it’s not obvious i don’t know how to describe omnics LMAO #i did my best 😔🫰🏼 #also the kissing was inspired by wall-e and eve’s little sparking kisses!! thought it was soooo sweet #ramattra brainrot @ 2am. Real

[azul-marie]

ramattra. (flesh and all)

fem. reader. angst.

it’s been years he’s seen your face.

shambali was his home, as good a home as any, his omnic brothers and sisters and friends its true source of comfort. on occasion, a rare visitor in the form of fleshly human bones entered the temple grounds, searching for warmth in the night. there were plenty of tired, worn faces that came through those sacred doors, but none had that distinct beauty like you did.

what a thought. him, finding a flesh-thing worth beauty?

at the time, and perhaps even now, he did.

he pretended not to notice the others staring. pretended not to hear zenyatta’s whispered words of encouragement. pretended that the brush of your hands, warm, silksoft, did not move something deep inside of him. neither did the way your voice fell like snowflakes upon his audial sensors, nor the pressing of your petal-like lips to his faceplate.

ramattra could care less for most humans, rotten as they are. but when it was you, and only for you, he pretended he didn’t.

now, standing mere feet before you, that face full of beauty from so long ago, he could not pretend his soul did not pulse with sadness, with love. even when your eyes caught onto the fiery destruction laid all around him, smoke and soot and screams darkening the evening air, did he once wish you hadn’t stumbled upon this land — for if you hadn’t, he’d never the chance to see you once more.

he says your name, and the sound is softer than a butterfly’s wing. “go and seek shelter, heart. it is not your place to stay.”

your eyes begin to water, from emotion or ashes he does not know. “it’s you.” you say, voice a simple hurt. “it’s been you, all this time.”

“you know it must be me.”

the words cause tears to cascade down your cheeks. briefly a memory surfaces, of nights he’d run a careful hand beneath your leaking eyes, a metallic touch providing cold comfort. he watches your beautiful face crumple, and wishes it wasn’t because of him.

“go, now,” he urges again, stepping closer. “go, before harm befalls you.”

ramattra, ramattra, you cry, like a bird’s song on morning breezes. you human, what makes your spirit so weak? have you no thought to live, to breathe or to shine? human flesh, he thinks, does not befit your beauty. for the fleshly things he doth hates, but that soul of yours he loves so completes him.

distant voices sound closer, a warning for him to pull his troops back lest any more of his friends are lost. he imagines an emblem, round with human hope, and is assured you’ll be found by lowly humans fortunate to be in your presence. as he turns his back, a whisper stops him still.

“i’m sorry.”

he turns to look at you, one last time. he hopes you see what little fondness is left in his soul, reserved for those deserving like you. “you are never to apologize to me. it could never be from something like you, merciful and true.”

“but if it hadn’t been me?”

something lies behind the irises of your eyes.

he looks away, not daring to see it.

as he leaves you for yet another time, ramattra wonders whether the beauty of you will soon again greet him in this life; flesh and blood and sinew and all.

#ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch imagines #overwatch 2 imagines #overwatch 2 #ow2 #y’all i haven’t been able to think about anyone else but ramattra for DAYS #i am not immune to Hot Robot Men #luckily i got into overwatch just in time to meet him lmao #anyways i’m love him and i can’t wait to learn more about him #also apologies for any inconsistencies!! still relatively new to ow2