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Hello friends! This is not going to be my usual story post. In fact, this may be a goodbye. I have made the decision to stop writing and uploading fanfics. I don't have writer's block or lost inspiration, but I'm putting my faith first. I am relatively new in my faith and have been struggling to commit to God due to my fleshly desires (writing fanfics). While fan fiction itself is not bad or evil (up until it is anti-Christian in my opinion), it is prohibiting me from putting God first.

Some of you may not understand where I am coming from and may think something like "That's a stupid reason. It's just fanfiction, what's so wrong with it?" I understand this but I need to put God above all. Currently, writing on this platform sits on the throne of my heart and not God. I won't lie, seeing my notifications on this platform feeds into my want for attention and validation. It fuels my ego but what I need is to put our Heavenly Father first and foremost. I thought that I could negotiate with the Lord but that is not how it works. I must give my all to God.

I truly appreciate all of you who have read my stories and interacted with me on Tumblr. I am thankful that you have given me the encouragement to keep writing and pitching me story ideas. I will not say that I love you, but you made me happy and I hope that I did the same.

Some of you still may not understand my decision, but I've made my choice. I am laying this down so I can be closer to the god who created me and loves me. I don't know when or if I will ever come back on Tumblr. It is up to what God has planned for me.

To give you some context about my faith, this is my conviction: I once rejected God, and over time (years really), did I say "yes" to God. I was not baptized and to the time of writing this, I am still not baptized. My "yes" to Jesus was on one Christmas Eve and I took a candle my church provided. That was my declaration that I would follow Jesus. Since then, I have basically been in an on-and-off relationship with God, me more so than God. I gave into my fleshly desires and I did not fully surrender myself to my Heavenly Father.

I have been having an argument with God about me writing fan fiction. I knew He wanted me to give it up but I did not want to. At least until now. This is a hard decision for me but I must submit to Him if I am to have salvation and eternal life. Jesus did the 99 yards so that I may do that one. Before I give my final goodbye, I want to pray:

Heavenly Father, here I am. Lord, I lay this down for you so that I may take up my cross as Christ has told me to. As I take up my cross, I would like to pray to those who are reading this. God, I pray that those who do not know you may one day come to know you. I pray that those who rejected you like I once did, may repent. Bless the Holy Spirit that lies within them. I don't know their faces or names but you do God for you are the all-knowing God. Will you bring them peace in the midst of their storms and will they lift their burdens up to you, Lord?

May they lay down their stumbling blocks and may they take up their cross as Jesus, your son and our Lord, has instructed us to do. For those with hardened hearts, will you slowly soften them so that you may sit on the throne of their hearts? I pray that through my conviction may it help ignite the Holy Spirit in them. I pray those reading this prayer repent for their sins and may you forgive them.

God, our Father in Heaven and our creator, you are great. You sent your son, our Lord Jesus Christ, down on this earth to take us away from death. It is thanks to Christ's broken body and blood that we are saved from sin. You watched as your son won the battle with His death in heartache all so that we may be closer to you. Lord God, you are the only God worthy of our praise and hearts. You are a God that can move mountains and calm the ugliest of storms. There is no one greater or more powerful than you, God.

So Lord our God, will this prayer be able to reach the hearts of the unbelievers and those who are struggling in their faith. Will this prayer give them the courage they need to take the first step in their faith journey? May they know that they have never been alone and that all they need to do is to turn around and take your hand. Blessed are those who praise and worship you. Bless those who are unbelievers. Bless your holy name and your holy kingdom.

And Lord, for those who are scared of disappointing you, may they know that you know that they will always fall short. May they know that they don't have to be perfect throughout their faith walk and that there will be times when they give into temptation. May they know that you will never give them a challenge that they cannot win, but may they know that they can only win when they are with you. May they know that Jesus, the spotless lamb, was crucified on the cross so that we do not have to be perfect. May you turn their fear into faith.

I pray all of this in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

And with this, this is my goodbye.

#my conviction #thank you for everything #may God sit on the throne of my heart

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Between royalty and vows

Pairings: Prince! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: A forced marriage, a fate set in stone, nothing could change that.

In the world of royalty, there were no choices, only obligations to fulfill. What you didn't expect was to become engaged to a renowned prince, ready to succeed the lineage.

Until that moment, you still had some hope that everything would work out, maybe it wasn't so bad. But it would be a shame if your future husband had a mistress.

Wouldn't it?

Wc:2.4k

Warnings: slow burn, angsty, hurt/ comfort, cheating, arranged marriage, eventual smut, one sided love, affairs, (I'll put more once things starts to progress).

An: So, initially I was going to post the other fanfic I did with Fuckboy! Leon, but I thought it was bad and decided not to post it for now. But I still have plans for it. I intend to do several chapters on this fic(I'm sucker for royalty AU), I don't know exactly how many but I plan to do more than 10 or 15, since I have a lot of stuff I want to put in. Most of them are not comforting. This is a thank you to the 200 followers, which by the way is almost 300 by now. I'd like to genuinely thank each and every one of you<3 And I hope you enjoy this story, because I'm genuinely excited about it.

Prologue

Royalty wasn't for everyone, that much was obvious to those who already lived in this reality. A world of appearances where everything was perfect, people, everyday life, relationships. But that was a facade, the reality took place between closed doors. It was never clean, the backstabbing behind the king's back, the betrayals, the lust that hid behind the elaborate and sophisticated costumes. But in the end, what mattered was how beautiful that royal family was to its subjects, honor being a crucial element to maintain.

Faced with all this, the Italian prince, Leon, was well aware of the dynasty's sacrifices. He was already aware of his duty, and knew that at some point his life would take a completely different turn from what he had expected. As the only heir, he knew that it wouldn't be long before his father wanted him to marry, after all, he had to carry on the line. The honor of the kingdom had to continue, and he was the only one who could.

Although he already knew that the burden of succession would come to him one day, he just didn't expect it to be so soon. Leon was a man known for his accomplishments, despite his young age he was a brave man, as well as the incomparable beauty he contained. Sharp features, a piercing blue gaze, a prince who wasn't afraid to speak his mind. He had a unique authenticity.

Yet he still couldn't fit in with his surroundings. His eyes staring at the chandelier, seeing how decorated everything in the castle was. Seeing the expensive clothes of each of the invited guests, the glittering dresses of the ladies who were there. He watched the people walking around the hall, seeing how comfortable they were in that situation.

But not him.

The evening was planned to be perfect, days and weeks of planning went into making this great event happen. All the most important royals were present at the castle, from the most prestigious dukes and duchesses to other kings and queens.

Today was the day that the Italian prince, Leon, would be presented to his future wife. He was the rightful heir, the next to rule his own kingdom. That's why the ballroom was perfect, every last detail thought of and worked on to create the perfect occasion.

To show off the future rulers of the country. The next ones who would take care of that kingdom and prosper it. It was a more than necessary moment to demonstrate the future couple.

Despite all the sophistication and dedication that the queen put into the celebration, Leon didn't seem to be at all excited or happy about the situation. He was sitting in one of the royal chairs, taking small sips of the most expensive wine, his expression sullen and bitter.

He didn't ask for any of this.

The day when the fates of two royals would cross, intertwine and become one. A marriage that would unite them, a commitment that once made could not be broken.

If he was being honest, he didn't even want to be a prince. This royal life didn't suit him, all these comforts and perks that didn't seem to fit in with anything he liked. A forced life, just because he was born into this family.

From where he was sitting, he could see you coming. The beautiful British princess, dressed in the most expensive of dresses, hair tied up in a bun. The ornaments that shone on you, as well as the enchanting smile that could melt even the hardest heart. At that point, all eyes were on you, curious and expectant. Everyone there was close to the soon-to-be queen.

Admiring your features, he couldn't deny that you were beautiful. Your sweet features, your face that exuded the purest grace and youth. Your way of walking that seemed to make you flutter with every step.

Still, you weren't her. You weren't the woman he loved. The only one capable of bringing a genuine smile to the skeptical man he was. You weren't Ashley Graham, the princess he had fallen madly in love with. The one with whom he had sworn several vows of love, the one with whom he had promised to spend the rest of his life.

And there he was, preparing to marry another woman. One he didn't even know, or have any proximity to, and even worse, to marry a woman he didn't love. No matter how much he protested this to his father, nothing he said was listened to.

'You're going to marry her, whether you like it or not.' Words that still echoed in his head, and seeing how close this marriage was, he felt the weight of the situation on his back.

Yes, he had always known that this moment would come. His duty as a prince, to follow what was prescribed. What fate was supposed to have in store for him, even if he didn't believe in it.

But all his thoughts vanish once he hears a sweet voice calling him:

"Your Highness." The tender feminine voice coming from your lips, along with the elegant curtsy you made.

He blinked a few times, holding back a sigh out of politeness. Like the gentleman he was, he rose from his seat, returning the bow to you.

"Good to see you here, Your Highness." He says courteously, even if it's a lie. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was keep up appearances.

It was hard not to notice the prince's beauty, his handsome and charming face, his eyes the lightest shade of blue you'd ever seen. His blond hair was just as captivating. No wonder he was one of the most desired.

You felt lucky to be the woman who would marry him, even though you knew that the prince already had someone else in his heart. Rumors spread fast, especially when it came to a family as important as his. But magically things remained under wraps, even though the suspicions of this secret relationship were well-founded.

You always knew that like most marriages, you wouldn't marry someone you were in love with. But you still had a glimmer of hope that you could make him like you, at least a little bit. You hated to think that maybe your marriage was a ruin like all the others.

Love and royalty didn't go together, yet you wanted to try and make it something unique.

"Would you like a dance?" Leon asks, snapping you out of your deep trance of thoughts.

You nodded with a polite smile, holding his warm hand as he led you into the middle of the hall. The classical music that echoed through the space, as other people danced and celebrated, gave the place a joyful atmosphere.

As soon as you were in the middle of the ballroom, all eyes were on you. With a gentle kiss on your gloved hand, he bowed and began to dance with you.

One hand on your back, the other intertwined with yours, your bodies very close, your faces almost touching.

His feet moved in sync with yours, both of you moving gracefully. Whirling around the ballroom. The two of you waltzing all over the place, keeping smiles and gentle glances for each other. Acting as if you were a couple in love, making silent vows. His eyes not leaving yours for a minute, his hand briefly squeezing yours, the moment seemed magical. In a way you never imagined it could be.

His cologne filling your nostrils, the heat emanating from his body. Everything about him seemed to draw your attention, as if it were a temptation.

You could feel your heart beating fast, the butterflies in your stomach that showed your clear nervousness. But still you didn't stumble once, your grace and elegance being whispered about among the guests.

His eyes staring into yours, a slight smile at the corner of his lips. This dance was a demonstration of the cooperation between the two countries, the union that was about to take place. A reason to be honored.

Despite the delicacy of the moment, the fluidity with which you danced, the mesmerizing sophistication of your movements. The way your dress dragged across the floor and danced with you. The passionate look you insisted on seeing in him.

You knew it was a lie. A damn lie.

It was confirmed once you saw his eyes light up, the outline of a sincere smile forming on his lips. At first you thought it was directed at you, but that feeling was crushed when you decided to take a look back.

There she was, the breathtaking Highness Graham, the blonde who had captured Leon's heart. The girl who wore a delicate white dress, with sophisticated and expensive accessories, enhancing her beauty. She stood among the others, just admiring him with a beautiful smile.

She knew she had his heart in the palm of her hand, so she couldn't feel the slightest bit jealous of you. He belonged to her.

You felt it in the way he admired her, in the way he looked at her in a way you couldn't even dream of. He was hopelessly in love, to the point where he even forgot you were standing in front of him. His body just moved on automatic, as if his focus was only on Ashley, only on her.

Although you wanted to pull back a little, you couldn't. The waltz wasn't over yet, it was a tradition, and you had to go until the music stopped. You couldn't help but feel a pang in your heart, the feeling that you had already lost a battle that hadn't even begun.

Nobody said you could have his heart.

As he twirls with you, he seems to focus his attention on you once again. Just for a brief moment, he was smart, he knew he couldn't give too much leeway for other rumors to spread around.

It was imaginable that the marriage would be a failure, since both kingdoms only saw it as an opportunity to increase business. However, you didn't expect to get this response so quickly. Destined for an unreachable man, who was so close and yet so far away. How cruel could fate be?

And so you continued, keeping up the play of a couple in love, dancing and waltzing around the room. His gaze shifting between you and her, just as his expression changed with every glance. For one he gave a polite smile, for the other he gave a genuine one.

And you already knew who was who in the story.

After what seemed like an eternity, the waltz was over. You are presented with a round of applause, whistles and sincere words of approval for your union.

This while you waved and smiled, then bowed to each other, a sign of respect from both sides. As well as showing your gratitude to each other for the opportunity to dance. Etiquette and tradition, which you were following to the letter.

As soon as the applause stopped, Leon held out his arm for you to take, so that he could guide you to the place where the king would give a speech about the future marriage.

Consequently, you and Leon would officially become engaged. There were many looks on both of your faces, so many that you couldn't even count.

One in particular caught your eye, the same woman who had captured Leon's attention earlier, Ashley Graham.

The subtle smile, which was soon reciprocated by Leon, although discreet, you were able to perceive this small exchange between them. You couldn't deny the lump that was forming in your throat as you tried to let the situation sink into your head, that you would at least understand how it would go on.

As you walked through the great hall, stepping on the expensive marble, making your way to where the king would make his pronouncement. Walking through the crowd of distinguished guests who were there.

You noticed him looking at you from the corner of his eye, as if he were analyzing you from head to toe. It wasn't as if he was judging you or anything, it seemed more like the look of someone who wanted to look at his future wife, as if he was thinking about how things would be from now on.

Which you didn't even know what it would be like, either.

It wasn't long before you arrived at the King's chambers, a polished and expensive place, you could feel the sophistication of his throne just by looking at it. The place was perfectly tidy, the carpet had no fuss at all, perfectly done. Every butler and waiter duly took their places, bowing as you walked.

It seemed that the king had already started his speech, but he hadn't gotten to the important part yet. First, he had to give a statement to those attending the event, nothing more than a courtesy to them for being there, as well as reinforcing his duty to his kingdom, and to each of his subjects.

A while later, the king stood up, raised a glass of wine and said loud and clear:

"Tonight is a special night," then his gaze falls on the two of you, and he smiles broadly, "My heir, my only son is going to marry."

Despite the obvious, a round of applause echoed around the room, whistles and compliments. Which caused you and Leon to smile at each other, acting as if the happiness was genuine, as if you weren't two unacquainted people about to get married.

As soon as Leon's father saw the general reaction, he raised his glass and said, "Cheers."

Enough for another wave of loud sounds and murmurs from people. They seemed to be very happy about the future of the kingdom. Leon then gave you a hug around the waist, swirling you in the air. Even his smile changed, and you believed even for a second that it was real.

"We'll be happy," Leon murmurs, loud enough for the people around you to hear and giggle at the new couple.

"Yes, of course." You say with a sweetness in your voice, buying his conversation. Deep down you wanted it to be real, but you knew the shadow that stood between the two of you.

It was a lie, a facade, and maybe it would never be real.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon x y/n #leon x you #leon resident evil

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@staff and anybody reading: wtf is up with these posts/links about these girls wanting to get down and dirty??? I mean, I look up a hashtag and BAM, naked chick with a link! Tf is this, OnlyFans??? I come on this app to write my deluded stories and to read deluded stories, not to see naked photos or watch porn or hook up with a random ass people.

Edit: Do you know how many people I’ve had to block cause of this crap? ME NEITHER!!!

#tumblr staff #seriously what is this #tf is wrong with people #does anyone see the same shit I do on this app #fix this #why is this even a thing #writers on tumblr #tumblr problems #my rants

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Colliding Worlds

Request (anon): Can you do one with yn being in love with Kylian but he just want to have fun and do not think about love right now and just want to sleep with yn but she doesn’t want that because she knows he is playing with her and then he falls in love with her but it was to late she already found someone who respects her and loves her.

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Since you were a little girl, you have always wanted to find your prince charming. Watching the Disney princesses on the screen made you want to fall in love just like they did. You want to experience the unconditional love those princesses have, and you thought you found it. The unconditional love and your prince charming. You want a pure love that can grow and last without the sexual part of a relationship. Growing up, you were taught that sex should be something you do after you get married. A martial act.

You never really understood why until you started growing up. You saw how your high school friends would plan their weekends to get laid with whomever. You saw how in college, people still follow the same behavior. No strings attached. Just some fun for a night and then they are on their way. You did not and do not want to be like your friends. You want your first time and your all to be with the man who promises to cherish you for the rest of their life. You want it to be special with your special someone, whoever that may be.

You thought that your special someone would be Kylian. How you met is a blur, but everything that came after it might as well be a Disney love story on its own. Kylian was a complete gentleman. He would ask how your day is and ask about your weekly plans if he could. He opened doors and pushed out chairs for you. Kylian complimented you when you thought he did not need to or when you thought it was just for show. He pointed out your charismatic personality and your kind nature.

Kylian made you feel special and you thought you should do the same. You stopped talking to guys who tried to get you to go out with them. You wanted Kylian to know that your eyes are on him only. You would ask Kylian if he wanted you to cook something for him or do small tasks to make his life a little easier. You wanted Kylian to feel as if he found his Cinderella, his princess.

The dates you guys went on were a dream. Of course, Kylian would use those times to show off his status. You expected nothing less but told him that a trip to the grocery store or the park was more than enough for you. It was about three months into getting to know each other that you saw your relationship with Kylian declining.

When the two of you were alone Kylian would try to coerce you into bed. Not in a bad way but in an "I want you" way. As much as you wanted to listen to your needs, you made a promise to yourself. You would tell Kylian "Maybe some other time" and try to release the sexual tension through non-sexual means. You felt bad because you saw how frustrated and disappointed Kylian would get. When he eventually asked you why you kept rejecting him, you told him about your self-promise. After that, Kylian stopped trying to sleep with you. In fact, he kind of almost cuts you off.

Daily texts and calls went down to weekly texts and calls - if that. No more dates are planned. No "I want to see you again" is thrown your way. You thought that you did something wrong and even asked Kylian if you did. He told you that you did not and that he was just busy. You believed it because he is freaking Kylian Mbappe. The man's schedule is almost always booked in advance. You did not want to be a nuisance so you waited for Kylian to make the first move. That way you know for sure he has some downtime, no matter how little.

It was not until you saw a post written about Kylian and a woman on an apparent date. It breaks your heart when you see it. You want to stay rational and not jump to any conclusions so you think about it for a while. Maybe the woman is a family friend or even a family member and they are just hanging out...but he would have told you, right? No, what are you saying? The two of you are not even dating so he does not need you to know about his whereabouts and he does not need to know about yours.

But still, it would have been nice to receive a heads up. The day after you first saw the post, you sent a text to Kylian. You did not want to jump the gun so you ask if he has any free time for a date. You want to cry when you see the message, "Sorry, I'm taking Missy on a date that day. Maybe some other time."

Who the hell is this Missy chick? Trying to give Kylian the benefit of the doubt, you ask about her. Apparently, they met at a party and hit it off. Despite your cracking heart, you want to know more about their relationship. Then Kylian asks why you are asking so many questions about him and Missy.

"I thought that we were dating. Not dating-dating but on the way there." You text him, and what Kylian texts back is absolutley gutwrenching.

"I'm sorry but I don't do relationships right now. I'm too busy to commit. You're a lovely woman, really. I mean that from the bottom of my heart but I'm just looking for some fun. When you told me that you didn't want to have sex until marriage, I thought that I should move on. I was under the impression that you understood, I should've clarified. Sorry."

You did not shoot Kylian a text back. Plus, your teary eyes and shaking hands would not allow you to. Wanting to save the last ruminants of your dignity, you deleted all text exchanged between you and Kylian and his number. Laying on your bed, you let your tears fall onto your pillow and think of what could have been.

It takes you about two months to come to terms with Kylian. Granted, you were not in a relationship but you did really like him. Maybe even love, but you will never know for sure. It takes you about six months to find someone else. A man named Dereck who you met in the small city of Edinburgh. A charming Englishman he is. The both of you love to poke fun at each other and explore your surroundings.

For the nth time in the past months, Kylian has been relentlessly cutting off women and he has no idea why. Having a lot of things is something that is normal in Kylian's life. He knows that the women he surrounds himself with know that Kylian asks for the bare minimum. Like any man, Kylian wants to have a meal prepared for him before going to training or even coming back from. He wants a relatively clean home, and he deeply yearns for a woman he can connect with on a non-sexual, intimate level.

Then that is when it hits him, Kylian had that woman. You. You were the woman Kylian was looking for. A woman who was (is) not afraid to stick to traditional roles and whose beliefs surrounded it. You treated Kylian like a man, not a resource. Dammit, what the actual hell was Kylian thinking when he cut you off? He quickly scrolls through his seemingly endless list of contacts before he spots your name. Kylian anxiously thinks about what he should send. A "Hey, how are you?" should suffice? No, not when Kylian dropped that bomb on you. "I miss you"? No, too strong and out of nowhere. Between the two options, Kylian chooses the former. It is more neutral and it does not make him sound so desperate.

Lucky for him, you responded but with a "Who's this?" That means that you deleted Kylian's number. It hurts but he cannot blame you. Especially with how things ended between the two of you. After Kylian reintroduces himself via text, you two exchange a couple of messages. It does not take a rocket scientist to know that you are keeping your answers short and sweet. You do not go into any details and you keep your questions mundane.

After a couple of days of exchanging texts, Kylian asks you if you want to hang out together. There is a reason you kept your responses short and replied to Kylian no earlier than ten minutes. It is because you already have someone - Derek. The best man a woman can ever ask for. If you thought that Kylian treated you like a princess before, Derek treats you like the crown princess who is about to take her throne.

You formulate a carefully written and straight-to-the-point message: "I'm sorry Kylian, but I have a boyfriend. I'm happy with him and I dare say that I'm starting to love him. I thought my responses would give you a hint but it looks like I need to be straight with you. I'm not saying these things out of spite. In fact, I forgive you Kylian. I forgave you a while ago. Let's leave the past in the past and move on, okay?"

When you send that text, you put your phone on "Do Not Disturb" mode and just sit in the small restaurant, thinking about what just happened. The you from a couple of months ago would have jumped at the opportunity, but then what about Derek? Sure, compared to Kylian who is the prince charming, Derek is a viscount or even a baron. But you like - love him. You love that Derek is a prince charming in his own form, reading to sweep his princess off her feet.

You made the right choice. A characteristic of a princess is that she is loyal to the man who will provide for her and protect her. Speaking of, your prince charming comes in, shaking the snow off his head and coat.

In his English accent he says, "There's my pretty girl. Has the diner been keeping you warm? Do you need my coat?" Derek does not wait for your reply as he is already taking his outermost layer off and draping it over your shoulders, and pulls away after kissing your head. The cold air had reddened his nose and cheeks, adding more charm to the already charming man.

You take Derek's hand and hold it on the surface of the table. Compared to yours, his hands are ice cold but his presence gives you warmth. His coat smells like him, wood and spices. Derek is not Kylian Mbappe and that is alright with you. You found a man who will cherish you to bits and hopefully love you to the end of the earth. You only hope that Kylian can learn how to cherish a woman properly, and hope that she will cherish him properly.

#x reader #fanfiction #football #kylian x reader #mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #football imagine #soccer #angst but not really angst

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Scared to Lose You

"We live in a scary and uncertain world. I know you say that you won't know what to do with yourself if you ever lost me, but I cannot promise that I will outlive you. Instead, I promise that I will find a way to tell you that I love you every single day of my life. Up until I can no longer walk on this earth. I will make you feel loved when you walk out that door, and I will make you feel loved when you come back home."

When Leon got that call, his heart stopped. He felt the organ in his chest stop beating. His blood ran cold and his brain went blank. Leon wanted to drop to his knees and wail. He wanted to curse the world. He wanted to burn it down. Leon wanted nothing more than to go back to five hours ago and lock you in your shared home. He would beg you not to go on that mission and to stay home with him. Leave everything to your colleagues so you can be in the comforts of his arms, and he, yours.

Everything feels more real when Leon rushes inside the hospital. He does not even care to check in with the front desk. A couple of nurses have to stop him from barging through every door.

"My wife is here! Tell me where she is!"

The nurses are asking Leon to tell them who it is he is looking for, but all he can say is "My wife". Leon needs to see you. He needs to know that you are okay. You have to be okay. You just have to be. You became his reason for living. You taught him how to navigate the world without getting lost in its darkness. You become his reason to live. If he lost his sun, his light in the world, Leon would be consumed by the darkness of the world.

"Leon!" A banged-up woman comes running down the hallway. Dirt covers her face and she has a slight limp to her.

"Tina, where is she! Tell me she's okay!"

Your co-worker and best friend tell the hospital staff that she will handle this. Tina tells them who it is Leon is looking for and they tell him what floor you are on. Leon immediately sprints to the stairs. No time for the elevator. Tina runs behind the man, asking him to slow down but it falls on deaf ears. How can Leon slow down when his wife is on the brink of death? He needs to be by your side as fast as he can.

Leon sees the double doors to the to the surgery wing but Tina blocks off the door before he can bust through them.

"What are you doing Tina? I need to get to her!"

Tina shakes her head. "You need to calm down, Leon."

"Calm down? Calm down! My wife is about to die and you want me to calm down!"

More of your colleagues hold Leon back, but he fights. He is fighting because he needs to see you. He needs you and there is no way he is going to let anyone take you from him, not even death. Leon is your husband. It is his job to protect you and here you are, in surgery, fighting for your life! Your colleagues have to lock Leon in a room away from the other visitors for fear that he may hurt someone or himself. Given his training, it was hard to overwhelm the DSO agent.

"Enough of this, Leon! You can't go batshit crazy, right now!"

"And why not? My wife is fighting for her life and you expect me to just sit and wait!"

"Yes! There is nothing you can do Leon! Let the doctors do their job so they can save her life and you can bring her back home!"

No words leave Leon's mouth. Tina is witnessing a man at what is potentially his lowest. The room they shoved Leon in is a staff lounge room. Instead of sitting in one of the chairs, Leon paces the floor with his hands behind his head.

"What happened, Tina? What the fuck happened out there?"

"Are you going to sit?" Leon glares at your friend. Tina holds her hands up in defense. "Shit went wrong. It was supposed to be an in-and-out type of mission, but we didn't realize that they had rigged the building with explosives. During the raid, they triggered the bombs. She barely made it a couple of feet outside before the bombs went off."

Tina further explains that you collided with a nearby vehicle from the explosion. The blast resulted in a total of thirty-two casualties, thirty-three fatalities and counting. Before you were wheeled off into the surgery ward, the doctors said that you had multiple shrapnel wounds, broken ribs, and potential internal bleeding. Maybe even a collapsed lung.

As Leon hears all of this, he does not care about the dead cops, agents, or civilians. As horrible as that sounds, all Leon cares about is you. You were in that blast and Leon has no idea what your current condition is. When Tina told Leon about your injuries, he wanted to throw up. He wanted to rip someone's face off. Leon felt his skin starting to burn. The air felt suffocating. Leon feels like he is the one dying, not just you.

Oh, God...you are dying. Are you not? You are on a surgical bed being cut open because it is the only way to save your life. Is Leon really going to lose you? No. Please, God, no. Anything but you. Take him! Take his life! Not yours! Not you!

Seeing her best friend's husband about to enter a panic attack, Tina carefully brings him out of his mind. "Leon, she's going to be okay. We both know she's a strong one. She isn't going out like this." Tina keeps talking to Leon, trying to coax him out of his head. Your friend and colleague really hopes that her words are not empty promises. Tina has witnessed your and Leon's love story since the beginning. Your relationship went by fast, but the two of you love each other. You fought the world together, head-on. You fought for each other, not against one another.

Tina manages to shift Leon to the waiting area. She leaves the man to himself as she gets him a cup of water and a snack from the hospital cafeteria. She doubts he will have the appetite to eat something, but it will not hurt. You and Leon took care of Tina when she went through hell, so it is only right to return the favor. Looking at the time, Tina tells Leon that she has to go home to her family. Leon did not acknowledge her, but Tina knew he heard her. Patting his shoulder, she lets him know that she will have her phone on her.

For eleven grueling hours, Leon sat in that waiting area. He only left his seat when he had to use the bathroom or make a brief call. He sent a quick text to Claire, asking her to take care of Shiloh until further notice. Leon refuses to leave this hospital without the knowledge that you will live. When Claire and the rest heard about you, they rushed to the hospital. None of the doctors or nurses have told Leon about you or your condition. No one had answers and it is quickly killing your husband.

'I didn't feel loved this morning so you can't die. You didn't make good on your vow.' Leon lies to himself in desperation.

One person from your mutual friend group would drop food off for Leon. He would only eat a couple bites of the food though. Leon feels that if he eats more than six or seven bites, he may just throw up. He swears that his heart is about to burst out of his chest at any moment. Finally, when the clock reaches 8:34 a.m., a surgeon walks out the double doors.

"Kennedy?"

Leon immediately jumps from his seat and almost corners the medical expert. He demands to know your condition and where you are. If he has to wait any longer then he may just burst through those damn doors himself.

"Your wife is stable, but her condition is still critical. We're going to keep a close eye on her for the next seventy-two hours. We lost her twice during surgery." Oh, Leon wants to throw up so bad when he hears that you died not once, but two times. "She lost a lot of blood and she has bruising all over her body. Internal and external. Her ribs fractured when she collided with the car, but those are actually minor compared to the rest. Your wife had a total of fourteen shrapnel pieces lodged in her body, mainly her back. With your permission, we would like to run a CT scan to ensure that there is no more internal bleeding or organ damage."

Leon immediately nods and signs the stupid papers. Anything for you. Anything that will make sure you will be okay.

"You can see your wife in about ten minutes. I do have to warn you though, she won't look the same." The surgeon pats Leon's back and goes somewhere in the hospital.

The long hours Leon had to wait do not compare to the ten minutes he has to wait until he can see you. These ten minutes feel like ten days. When a nurse escorts Leon to your room, he wants to yell at her to pick up her pace. Why the hell is she walking so slow?

"She's in here."

Leon practically chokes on air when he sees you on that hospital bed. So many tubes are attached to you that are attached to more machines. He has no idea what any of this does, but if it is to keep you alive, fuck it. Attach all the damn tubes and machines to you. Hesitantly, Leon touches your hand. Contrary to your pale complexion, your body still has warmth to it. That piece of knowledge gives Leon some sort of comfort.

The doctor was right though. You look different, and it does not help that you are hooked up to so many machines. Leon stood there, by your bedside. Just holding your hand and caressing the hair on the top of your head, hoping that you get to come home.

Leon spent an entire week at the hospital. Since Claire was caring for Shiloh, she took the liberty to pack him a bag of clothes and toiletries. Everyone knew that Leon would not leave your side even if you asked him to. It takes you about four hours to wake up after your surgery. Your husband swears that his heart was about to burst when he saw your eyelids flutter.

"Hey, gorgeous," Leon whispers sweet nothings in your ears. He tells you how much he worried for you and how much he misses you. He tells you to never scare him like this again. His heart will not be able to handle such panic again.

Your body hurts and it feels stiff. Your throat is dry too. It takes you a couple of minutes to be able to talk, but when you do, your throat is hoarse. You want to sit up but your body is so exhausted after being blown up and rushed into surgery. Leon does everything for you. Need some water? He is lifting the cup to your lips. Are lights too bright? He will adjust the dimmers. Hungry? Let him check with the doctor first. Kiss? No argument here.

This kiss is desperate. Like Leon wants to make sure that you are alive and well. He wants to make sure that it is you he is kissing and not a corpse. So much love transfers from the kiss. Leon kisses you with his fiery heart that burns only for you. When the doctor deems you okay enough to run more scans, Leon is behind the glass watching you. If he could have it his way, he would be in the machine with you.

You suffered a concussion but with some pain relievers, you will be fine. your scans show no sign of internal bleeding or organ damage. Bruising, yes. Lots of bruising and even down to your bones. Your body also suffered small fractures, but nothing life-threatening. In conclusion, you are lucky to be alive.

When the nurse took out the tubes so you only had an IV drip and your heart monitor attached, you wanted to drown yourself in your work. The sons of bitches blew up local officers and federal agents and innocent lives. Lucky for you, your husband already has the information. The people responsible have been caught and will be tried on multiple, federal accounts. Leon tells you about the memorial being held for the people who died in the explosion.

You touch your husband's face. Your thumb traces the bags under his eyes and his hallowed cheeks. His stubble has also grown too. He looks tired.

"You should sleep." Leon shakes off your concern. "I'm okay."

You both know he is not, but a man will not talk if he does not want to. Even if the person who wants him to talk is his wife. When you are cleared to finally leave the hospital, Leon refuses to let you walk. He has your papers and his bag in one hand, and with his other, he carries you like a toddler. Later the same day, he picks up your prescriptions when you fall asleep on your shared bed.

At night though, Leon refuses to fall asleep. He is scared to close his eyes, only to open them and you are not there. He is scared that your being back home is an illusion his mind made up to cope with your death. Every ten or so minutes, Leon sits up so he can watch your chest rise and fall. He gently touches you so as to not wake you up. You catch onto this behavior after being home for three days.

"Leon, you really need to sleep. Your bags are getting heavier and you can barely stand up without wobbling."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I need to make sure you're still alive."

Limping, you bring Leon to your shared bed and shove him to lie in the middle. You lay down next to him, maneuvering his arm to wrap around your waist. Your head is on his chest and your left hand is around his waist.

"I'm here Leon. I'm right here." You whisper this repeatedly until Leon's eyes get too heavy and he finally goes to sleep. Deep sleep. Not the "let me shut my eyes for a few minutes" sleep. And you stay there, lying next to him until he wakes up. You know that if he wakes up and you are not there, it will tear at Leon's heart. Making him believe that you were really a figment of his imagination and his wife of only nine months is dead.

It is your turn to watch your husband sleep. To know that he is okay. A part of marriage is caring for each other until you physically drop. Leon did his part, and now it is time you do yours. For the next couple of weeks, maybe even months, the two of you will take extra care of each other. You will make sure to love each other a little more than you usually do. To say it more often. Hugs are tighter and cuddles are longer.

Truly, if Leon loses you, the man might as well die then and there. A part of him would want to crawl into the casket with you and lie with you until he joins you in the afterlife. Nothing would save Leon from that hell, not even alcohol. A downside of being with you is that Leon is dependent on you. You are his reason to live. You are his light in the dark tunnel he often adventures in. You have your claws sunk into his heart, soul, and body. Everything that is Leon is yours. He is yours to claim and yours to love.

Please, do not make Leon fall into the pitless well. Please, stay with him until he takes his last breath. Cheat death. Run away from it. Fight it. Do whatever you have to do to stay alive because there is no world or universe out there where Leon can live without you.

#x reader #fanfiction #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil imagine #leon kennedy imagine #leon scott kennedy #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 5 #resident evil 6 #resident evil vendetta #resident evil damnation #resident evil infinite darkness #resident evil death island #re 4 remake #re 2 remake #resident evil x reader #reader insert

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R.I.P Matthew Perry ❤️

Monica’s Prince Charming,

Joey’s best friend,

Ross’ longest friend and brother,

Rachel’s comfort buddy,

and Phoebe’s father-figure.

#friends #Matthew Perry #rip #friends the tv show #sitcom #chandler bing

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Girlfriend Shenanigans

Request: Kylian getting hypnotized by his girlfriend

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One thing the world does not know is that Kylian Mbappe likes to pull pranks. He does not participate in the pranks that demean or ostracize people. Kylian likes the harmless "fall on your ass" pranks that everyone, including the pranked, gets a kick out of. Out of the entire pool, Kylian's favorite victim is you. He loves to pop out of corners to scare you. There was one time Kylian put a crap tone of salt in a ladle and "tasted" the soup you were making. He told you how salty the broth is and even made you try it. Kylian just stood back and watched you "fix" the meal which led to you over-seasoning the batch of soup. Jokes on Kylian because you made him finish the entire pot in a week's time.

Pulling these jokes is one of Kylian's ways to decompress so you put up with it. It is not like he pranks you on a daily basis, maybe weekly or bi-weekly. Plus, his pranks are harmless. You overreacting to them would just put the both of you in a sour mood. So, being the good girlfriend you are, you play along. It is not like you do not pull your own pranks. You rarely do them which adds to the element of surprise. You have to be careful though or else you will set off a prank war. God knows how that will turn out.

You saw a video on your social media about a girl "hypnotizing" her boyfriend to stop a habit of his. The girl looked surprised that it worked and even did a week check-in, but you strongly believe it is all for the views. But it could not hurt to try. It might be fun in fact. Stupid but fun and who does not like stupid but fun?

"You want to what? Hypnotize me?" Kylian must have misunderstood or else he would have to get his ears checked out. Where the hell did you even get this idea from?

"Tik-Tok."

Kylian rolls his eyes at your response. Of course, it would be the cursed social media app. He only really uses social media to promote his sponsorships, games, or himself. Other than those, Kylian rarely uses social media. He asks you if you really want to try it out, and you vehemently nod your head. Sighing to himself, Kylian gives you permission to "hypnotize" him.

You scramble around the place as you try to find everything you need. You squeal as you sit back on the couch with your supplies in clutch. Following the girl in the video, you try your best to hypnotize your boyfriend to stop pulling his pranks or at least minimize them.

"Three. Two. One." You snap your fingers, making Kylian open his brown eyes. He looks at you in what seems to be confusion before smirking and pinning you down on the couch's cushions. His digits start digging and dancing on your sides without hesitation.

"Tu pensais vraiment que cette merde fonctionnerait ?" Kylian continues to ruthlessly tickle you with no mercy. You try your best to squirm away and fight him off but it is no use. Kylian has you straddled and he is heavier than you. Did you really think this shit would work?

When Kylian lets you go he starts to regret his decision. If he had played along, then he could really have pranked you when you thought it was over. Damn...Kylian really let the ultimate prank go to waste.

#x reader #fanfiction #kylian x reader #football #kylian mbappe x reader #football imaine #kylian mbappe imagine

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From Ms. to Mrs. Kennedy

» Let's start with how Leon proposed: It was a simple proposal. It was after the two of you moved into a house with a lot of land. he proposed after you two shared your first meal at your shared home.

» Your engagement ring is a simple silver, solitaire band with an oval diamond.

» The two of you already knew an intimate wedding is the most ideal. Leon strikes me as the type to like a foresty, woodsy type of wedding. Like Bella and Edward's wedding.

» The time frame between engagement and the wedding is about ten months.

» For some reason, Hunnigan took it upon herself to be your wedding planner. She did multiple background checks on different vendors and gave you and Leon a list of secured vendors.

» Somehow Hunnigan is able to free up Leon's schedule for two and a half consecutive weeks. The two of you head off to your honeymoon a few days after the wedding.

» You asked your dad to officiate your wedding and he immediately agreed. He not only gets to walk you down the aisle but to marry his daughter.

» Leon pretty much lets you do whatever you want within reason. Like, don't go crazy and rent an elephant or whatever. Leon knows you are sacrificing your dream wedding to fit his comfort level, so he wants to make up for it by expanding your options. But you told him that he forgot what you really want: to marry him. Everything else like the flowers, decorations, and outfits just helps make marrying Leon more special. The DSO agent was pretty much putty after that.

» Leon decides to wear a white suit with black accents. He even trimmed his hair to make him look put together. You told him not to shave though. The man looks good with his scruff.

» You hate white-on-white weddings, so color is a must. You dislike bright colors, so you opt for a darker color palate (think jewel tones). The dark palate also adds to the intimate atmosphere of the wedding.

» Buffet style. A small wedding doesn't call for servants or anything like that, but that doesn't mean that you and Leon go cheap on the food. You both prefer great food over an expensive venue. You have a graze/snack table set out before dinner is served.

» Your wedding is alcohol-free. Leon still drinks, but mainly when he wants to numb himself from the pain. He doesn't want to associate that with the day he gets to call you his wife from then on.

» No bridesmaids or groomsmen. Just some flower girls and a ring-bearer. Oh, and Leon also walks down the aisle with your mom.

» The ceremony is at 2 p.m. and the reception starts at 4, but doors (trees?) open around 3:30 p.m.

» You and Leon agreed that only close family and friends would be at the ceremony, and everyone else would arrive for the party.

» You chose to put your hair in a low bun and your makeup is the Pinterest "Natural Glam" look.

» You cried. No surprise there. Leon could not stop smiling though. Like actual smiling, not his smirks or grins (no matter how charming they are).

» The ceremony only lasts for about thirty minutes. After it ended, you and Leon went somewhere private so he could tell you his vows. The two of you did the general vows and private, personal vows. It was Leon's idea to do this. He only wants you to hear his vows.

» Claire also helped Hunnigan plan the wedding for you. The two of them are so surprised that you want to marry Leon, that they won't let anyone ruin their friend's chance at a lifetime of happiness.

» First Dance: How Would You Feel by Ed Sheeran. It describes how Leon feels about you. The man just loves you so much. No special dance too. Just swaying your bodies to the lovely music. Leon feels like he has conquered the world when he has you in his arms on that dance floor. The lights illuminate your beauty and Leon is just the luckiest man on the earth.

» Leon hasn't taken his eyes off you since you walked down that aisle. You were already beautiful, but seeing you all dolled up, Leon might as well be looking at a living goddess.

» To Leon's disappointment, you didn't want to do a garter toss. You have always thought that it was weird to force family and kids to watch a man stick his head up a woman's dress. No way were you going to do that in front of your parents. You did make up for it when you got home though. Except, it isn't a garter that Leon takes off with his teeth...

» Leon only dances when you pull him on the dance floor. He prefers watching you dance your hair out, but because he loves you, he'll indulge you. Your husband is the one to drag you to the dance floor when a slow song comes on though. For that two or three minutes, the world just seems to slow down.

» Leon finds himself playing with his ring during the reception. He saw you do it when you first got engaged and he found it weird until now. It becomes a habit of his. Twirling the silver band around his finger to distract him from something, or just absentmindly doing it.

» String 👏 Lights👏

» You watched a lot of "What I would do again" and "What I would do different" wedding videos. This leads you to put disposable cameras on the tables.

» One of the main elements you wanted for your wedding was a mirror greeting sign and a mirror seating chart. The mirrors add an enchanting element to the wedding.

» Most importantly, the wedding cake. Leon doesn't strike me as a sweets guy so the cake is all you, baby. Black forest cake. C'mon, you couldn't let the opportunity pass. Forest wedding, black forest cake, woodsy, ya get the drift?

» Leon is so excited to start a new chapter with you. The dream of having a wife died when Raccoon City happened, but it got dug up and revived when he met you. Leon will always be thankful for the life you have restored in him. One way Leon can show his appreciation is by taking care of you and loving you till death do you part.

#headcanon #resident evil headcanon #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 6 #resident evil 5 #resident evil 4 #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy headcanon #resident evil vendetta #resident evil infinite darkness #wedding headcanons #resident evil death island #re 4 remake #re 2 remake #x reader #reader insert #resident evil x reader

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Sharing is Caring

For the first time in his life, Kylian Mbappe shoves a man against a wall.

"Alright, listen here you little punk. You don't stand a chance with her, okay? Elle était à moi en premier." She was mine first.

"Babe, that's enough."

"Non, il doit comprendre qu’il ne peut pas vous avoir pour lui-même." Kylian's grip on the person tightens so they do not fall. As annoyed as he is, he does not want to get in trouble for hurting them. No, he needs to understand that he can't have you for himself.

You look at your husband in disbelief. Is he seriously doing this? "He's your son for crying out loud! And he's only five months old!"

Honestly, you cannot believe what you are witnessing right now. All of a sudden when you were cuddling with your son, Kylian scooped him up and (carefully) pinned him against the nearby wall.

"So? He better learn how to share now." Kylian's nose is almost touching Matthew's nose. You quickly whip out your phone to take a picture to capture your husband's dorkiness.

"Tu m'entends, mon fils ? Tu ne peux pas l'avoir pour toi tout seul." Your husband lightly plants his forehead on Matthew's. To make the scene more comical, Matthew's eyes cross because he is trying to focus on his father's face. Not knowing what is happening or what his father is trying to say, Matthew makes light of the situation. This is all fun and games to him. Do you hear me, my son? You can't have it all to yourself.

Instead of eating his father's nose like in the video you saw on social media, Matthew does something better. Or well, worse in Kylian's case. The pressure Kylian is putting on Matthew's stomach to make sure he stands upright is a tad too much, causing the baby to throw up on his father's face. Disgusted, Kylian wants to jump back and wipe his face of the substance, but doing so would result in dropping his son.

Camera in hand, you stand there in complete shock. You try to stifle your laughter, but this is just too funny not to laugh at. "You showed him who's the man, huh Matt?" You are practically in a fetal position from how hard you are laughing. Kylian so badly wants to tell you to gather yourself and get him a rag, but the throw-up on his mouth tells him to keep his mouth shut.

When you finally catch a breath, you take a picture of the horrendous scene.

"For the books, baby." Still laughing, you go to the kitchen to wet a towel. You give it to Kylian who has been holding a hand out this entire time and take Matthew from his dirty father.

"Let's go give you a bath, huh? How does that sound?" You carefully bounce Matthew on your hip (to avoid meeting the same fate as Kylian). While you whisk Matthew upstairs to your bathroom, Kylian is standing in the living room, wondering what he had done to deserve this. He grimaces when he tastes something foul in his mouth. Using his speed he goes to the nearest sink to wash the taste out.

Matthew, who has no idea what just happened other than he was playing with his father, wants to do this again! Dada has never held him that close before and standing up in the air like that is awesome! Again! Again!

#fanfiction #x reader #football #kylian x reader #mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe x reader #football imagine #soccer #kylian mbappe #dad kylian #crack

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Mommy and Daddy Bear

"Chris! Claire!" Leon calls out to his friends. They are locked inside two Alcatraz jail cells. The Redfield siblings are pale, gritting their teeth from whatever is hurting them. The DSO agent tries to force the cells open, but they are locked shut.

"Look behind you, Leon." Claires points. Her arm is shaking, but she is determined to make her friend look behind him. Following her finger, Leon spots someone else in the cell behind him. The entire room is dark, so he turns on his flashlight.

"Babe!" Leon drops his flashlight and crawls to your cell. Like the Redflields, you are gritting your teeth in pain. Your skin is pale too. Leon reaches inside the cell to cup your cheek. Through his gloves, Leon can feel your rising temperature.

"What are you doing here? What happened? Where are the kids?"

Drowsy, you try your best to answer him. "They...They're with Helena. Some woman tried to ambush us but I managed to hold her off." Your wheezing worries Leon even more. There are two times Leon has seen you in a similar state. Both were when you gave birth to his children.

"Help! Get us out of here!"

Leon turns around and in Claire's cell is Leon's target.

"Antonia Taylor...I'll deal with your ass later." Screw his mission. His wife is more important than bringing in some rouge scientist. He needs to get his wife home to their kids.

Leon rubs your warm cheek as an act of comfort. "I'm gonna get you out of here, sweetheart. Don't worry."

Suddenly, the lights flicker on. Jill and Leon pull out their guns and point them in opposite directions. The man in charge, Dylan Blake, introduces himself and his insane plan to the entire group. One of his bio-drones stings Leon in the back of his neck, weakening the man. From your line of view, you see the same woman who tried to take your children jump down from the floor above.

"You bitch." You groan out. You wish you had your gun on you so you could shoot the woman between her eyes. The woman disarms your weakened husband and kicks him to your cell. Reaching your hand out, you squeeze Leon's shoulder.

"I get it now. The attack. The virus. You got them from Arias. That's why she's here." Leon wheezes out. The virus is coursing through his veins, slowly shutting his body down.

"Leon," You exhale. "That's her. That the bitch that tried to take the kids."

Dylan's voice echoes the large, empty room. "You killed poor Maria's father. It was only fair for her to take away your family, Leon. Unfortunately, we underestimated your wife's condition. Even at three months post-partum, she was able to put up a fight. Left a bruise or two on Maria. I've got to say my friend, you have yourself quite a catch."

"Screw you, you bastard!"

"My kids and wife are innocent! You had no right to go after them!"

Dylan goes on a tangent about how everything the BOW fighters have fought for was a lie. They are nothing but pawns for powerful people to use. Dylan nit-picks at each of them, even you.

"And poor Mrs. Kennedy...I feel bad for you the most. You married a man who is tied down to his endless, grueling job. He even got your family mixed into his mess. What kind of a man does that to his family?"

You defend your husband through your gritted teeth. "Leon didn't do shit to our family. You're the one who endangered our family, asshole! My husband does everything he can to protect us so kindly fuck off!"

Leon has always questioned his ability to protect his family. He is constantly gone throughout the year and for an unknown amount of time. Your husband tries his best to be there for his kids and for you, but work gets in the way. He even worries about being present in their early lives. Leon does not want to miss out on their important firsts. He never wants to end up as the dad who misses out on his kids' school events, games, and recitals. Dylan is good at hitting a man in his Achilles heel.

Maria grabs onto Jill's hand, making her drop her gun from the pressure she applies. To protect their only chance at survival, Leon pulls out a flash grenade and tosses it in the middle of the hallway. When the flash clears, Maria steps onto Leon's chest. The more pressure she uses, the more her heeled boots dig into his skin.

"Leave them, Maria. They're all about to turn anyway."

Reluctantly, the woman obeys. She haughtily looks down at you who is glaring at her. Cursing the woman for going after your family. Silently proclaiming your revenge.

All week and terrified, Leon does his best to distract you from the pain. "How are the kids?"

"They should be fine. Helena was with me when Maria decided to drop by. She took the kids while I stalled Maria." You grip your side in pain. "Man that bitch packs a mean kick."

"She," Leon groans. "She knew where we lived?" You nod. It astonishes you too. Everything about your family is classified thanks to DSO's protocol. Information about their agents and their families is pretty much untouchable with the exception of a few.

Being the angel she is, Rebecca shows up with her vaccines. "Thank goodness I made an extra." She tries to give Leon the vaccine first, but he rejects it. No way is he going to get better while his wife is still sick. When everyone is vaccinated, you all know the battle is almost over.

Picking up Jill's gun, you turn around to face your husband. "Let's go get that bitch."

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The fight between you, Leon, and Maria is an exhausting one. It takes the two of you a while before your full strength is back. Something must have been injected into Maria because she is what you describe as a "super soldier". Maria is a good fighter, but she fucked with your family. She broke into your home. She tried to go after your precious kids and use them as leverage. The woman fucked with the wrong set of parents. And she put her nasty ass foot on your husband's face! So not cool!

When Leon regains his strength, he double-kicks Maria. His last kick is about to send Maria to her death, but you want to be the one to do it. You take the disheveled Maria and shove her from behind with your foot while bending her body down to a certain level of height. The metal rod sticking out, pierces through Maria's head, killing her instantly. You and Leon have peace of mind knowing that the woman after your family is dead.

Leon drags you away from Maria's body and brings you into his chest. Your hug only lasts a couple of seconds because the control room starts to shake.

"We are so going on vacation after this." You say.

Leon laughs and nods his head in agreement. You guys are definitely booking a trip when you get home. He hopes that Eri will not remember whatever happened in your home. Levi is only a few months old but his sister is two. Leon does not want Maria to be one of Eri's earliest memories. Leon can only hope that your maternal instincts protected Eri from early childhood trauma.

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The fight on Alcatraz Island is over. The six of you sit outside as you wait for backup to arrive.

"Well...I know what I'm taking away from this."

"What's that?" Rebecca asks.

"Prison tours suck." Leon's dorky remark makes everyone laugh. You lightly shove him to the side before he swings his arm around your shoulder. "So, where we goin' for vacation, love?"

"You were serious about that?" Chris asks. Leon announced that he and his family were going on vacation after this mission, but the BSAA operative thought Leon just said that in the heat of the moment.

You hum. "France? I've always wanted to see the Palace of Versailles and I'm sure Eri would love to go to the Disneyland there."

Claire raises her hand like a kid. "OOO! I wanna go too!" As much as she travels because of one thing or another, it is never where she wants to go and do what she wants to do (besides survive of course).

"France sounds good. Jill? Rebecca?"

Jill shrugs her shoulders and Rebecca says that she could use a vacation after this week.

"Wait a damn minute, It's a family vacation. Kennedy only." You slap your husband's arm for being rude to your friends.

"C'mon babe, these guys are practically family. Besides, free babysitters."

Hearing "free babysitters" immediately changes Leon's mind. He loves his children, but having the chance to have their mother to himself is just too good to pass up. Eri is an easy kid to watch, she just needs to work on her potty-training skills. Levi is formula fed so he does not need to be on your boobs every two or three hours. This means that mommy and daddy can have some uninterrupted "mommy and daddy" time.

"Alright, fine but you guys are paying for yourselves."

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Story inspired by "Family Matters" by @not-another-leon-blog

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This video definitely has Leon Kennedy vibes to it

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"Only You and I Exist"

Inspired by the song "Exist" by Eric Nam. I went to his concert (House on a Hill tour) and I fell in love with this song.

For as long as Leon has known, he has always been alone. His family got themselves killed because they dabbled in crime, and everyone he got close with dies or goes their separate ways. Stability is foreign to him. Leon never voices this because he does not want to sound like a wimp. People have gone through the same shit he has, so who is he to complain?

Getting calls from the DSO and going somewhere in the world for an unknown amount of time is Leon's life. It has been since he saved Ashely in the remote, Spanish village. After completing a mission, Leon would either drown himself in alcohol or silence. Sometimes both. To himself, Leon is a speck of dust flying through the wind. No direction in life. Just lost in the neverending gust of wind.

Leon longed for stability. He longed for someone to pull him out of the life of uncertainty and pain. He wanted someone who could understand him. Leon wanted someone to ground him when the wind blew too hard...Then you came along.

You became Leon's anchor when the missions and responsibilities were about to push Leon over the edge. You two met on a DSO mission as partners. You know those scenes in movies or books where two people are at their lowest and they share their stores, and next thing you know they leave closer than before? Yeah, that happened to you and Leon. He wishes that you two met in better circumstances, but you told him that all that matters is what is in front of you.

You knew about the baggage Leon carries and he knows about yours. It was hard for the two of you to get over your trauma, still is. Leon was scared at how easy it was to love you. He knew what love was but something like this? So consuming? Is that what love is? If it is then Leon wants it to stay that way. He wants you to hold him when the wind blows too hard, and it is scary.

What if, like everyone else, you leave Leon alone? That the two of you were never meant to be so the world will eventually take you from him. A blip. Whenever Leon feels like this, you hold him in your hands and tell him, "We're in this together." Pulling him from his dark thoughts. You let him know that loving each other is worth the risk. When you two are together, you should forget about the unforgiving world outside and bask in each other's love.

So, here he is. At a concert that you wanted to go to because Leon did not want you to go alone. He knows that you can handle yourself, you have proven that more than once but it is Leon's job to protect you. In exchange for the love you give him, Leon will protect you with his life. When the artist starts to sing one specific song, it reminds Leon of you and your relationship.

You managed to get two floor tickets and you got to the venue a little late so you are standing on the outside of the crowd. Leon pulls you towards him, a few steps away from everyone, and holds you against him.

"Hold, hold me in your hands I'm just a speck of sand Lost in the wind 'Til I catch your drift Spinning me in circles, oh It's easy to dismiss As if we're just a blip Put it on the line Just for tonight Only you and I exist"

Dancing to lyrics, you and Leon are in your own world. No one else is in that venue but the two of you. So close Leon holds you and you can feel his heartbeat. Your bodies sway in small circles to the rhythm of the melody.

"Why do we fear what we could have When it gets good we always run away? Scared that wе might repeat the past Fallin' in lovе should never feel this way"

Leon refuses to go back to his way of life. The dark and unknowing life he lived. A mentally and physically draining life he lived. He was a fool to be scared to open himself to you, to let you hold his heart in your hands because you take so good care of it. You cradle his heart like a precious jewel. Leon knows that there will be times when either one of you will bury yourselves in the darkness again, but it is okay. You have each other. Love is scary but it is so worth it, Leon learned. The stability and intimate connection Leon has longed for is finally found, and he will never let you go. Not to anyone or the world itself.

"Only you and I exist"

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Goodbyes Are Forever

For about two decades, Christopher Redfield has dedicated his life to eradicating the use of bioweapons. For two decades, Christopher Redfield has lost unit after unit. Witnessing the deaths of over a dozen people per-mission. When does it all end? When can Christopher Redfield finally put down his gun and leave this life behind? To leave that part of him that died when you did and lay it to rest, just like what he had to do with the woman who took his heart to the grave with her.

"Hey, Chris! I just wanted to call and let you know that you shouldn't worry about me. I don't know when you'll hear this, but I love you. Come home safe, okay? Oh, and Leilani had her baby on Tuesday! Can't wait to meet the little stinker! Alright, I'll let you get back to your job, macho man. I love you."

You sounded so tender despite worrying about your boyfriend. Chris never really told you the truth behind his jobs and constant disappearance, and somehow, you always had faith in him. He never really knew why and even to this day, Chris does not understand where your faith in him came from. Claire told him that it was because you loved him. You loved Chris so much that you put blind faith in him. Crazy, right?

Maybe that is why Chris never felt alone with you. You could be countries apart, and your little voicemails and texts would make Chris feel like you were right next to him. Sometimes the man thought that you were a witch in that sense. You put some sort of a spell on Chris, making him unable to live and forget about you. A curse, because now Christopher Redfield is surviving, not living. He has had to survive before, but this is different. He no longer has that special someone waiting for him. Chris lost everything the day you perished.

It was not supposed to happen, no. Not if Chris could do anything about it. And he tried. He really did try to save you. Chris did everything he possibly could to bring you to safety, but it was not enough. You ended up turning into the same monsters he had killed countless times before. Chris' heart broke, shattered...disintegrated. The future that had whirled in Chris' mind for months disappeared. The invisible red string connecting your souls together was severed. Chris lost his love, the woman who nuzzled herself against his heart, keeping it warm and accompanied.

Killing you...Killing you was the same as killing himself. Would it have been better to let you bite and turn him? You both would be dead but together. That is all Chris ever wanted, to be with you. It was the whole reason why he bought a ring in the first place. In the end, Chris killed you. He killed his beloved. He remembers, clear as the dark day, holding your body with a bullet in your head. The bullet that Chris put there. He cried, wept, mourned, wailed. How could he not? Everything that truly mattered to Chris was gone.

Chris kept asking your dead body to forgive him. To forgive him for killing you because he could not protect you. He asked for you to forgive him for being a lousy protector, a lousy man. Your body had to be cremated so he and your family buried an empty casket. Your parents took your cremated remains once it was cleared of the virus, leaving Chris with his memories of you.

Months after your death, Chris still cannot find it in himself to throw away or donate your belongings. You did not live together when you died so he hauled everything to his place. He did it by himself. A broken man going through your apartment, the woman he loved more than he ever thought he could, and packing your things into boxes...What a picture.

Your favorite picture together is from one of Chris' birthdays. Claire was busy that day and no matter how much she tried, she could not make it to the celebration. You did not really know Chris' friends because they were all in the same job field as your boyfriend, so it was just the two of you. You bought a small cake and set up a movie night. If someone would have asked, that birthday was is Chris' favorite birthday celebration. He only ever needed you to be happy.

One of your hobbies was reading about human civilizations and history in general. You were a history nerd. Sort of makes sense because you taught second graders. You loved those obnoxious brats and they loved you. In a box are all the gifts your students gave you over your teaching career and their farewell notes and gifts. Your second graders were crushed when they heard that their favorite teacher died. Such a tragic death to someone who just wanted to teach the world's next generation. You taught future doctors, soldiers, lawyers, police officers, bakers, fashionistas, and so many more.

"Babe, the store didn't have any more of your favorite snacks so I got something else. I'll pop by again in two days to see if they restocked them."

A seemingly, meaningless explanation but not to Chris. You hated going grocery shopping so the fact that you would willingly go again for him made Chris feel giddy. Same thing with dishes. You hated doing dishes but would always do them so Chris did not have to when he came over. You wanted your boyfriend to relax since he never really had the time to. His job always kept him on his toes. Through every way possible, you showed Chris that you loved him. He can only hope that he showed you how much he loves you.

Chris misses you. He misses you so much that it physically hurts him. He buys the same detergent you bought so his clothes and linens will smell like you. He will spray your perfume on his cold bed to warm it up, even only for a fraction of a second. Pathetic, right? Well, Chris Redfield is a pathetic man. A man who could not save hundreds of innocent lives, his men, and the woman he wanted to call his wife.

Every now and then, Chris finds himself pulling out a glass frame. In it is the dried flowers from the first bouquet Chris ever got you. No man had ever given you flowers before so Chris' sweet gesture meant a lot. When Chris saw the frame of dried flowers, he asked about it because he had not seen it before and you told him. It was a special moment between the two of you. Flowers were not just flowers to you, they were special. They have meaning. Chris Redfield was not just any man to you, he was special. He as a person, had meaning to you.

You were always around when Chris needed you the most. He had nightmares. When sleep was supposed to be the most peaceful, it was terrifying to him. If you were next to him, sleeping away, you would wake up and comfort Chris. You would cradle him in your arms and whisper sweet nothings to him. You would wipe the sweat away and kiss him. If you were back at your apartment, sometimes Chris would call you in the middle of the night. You would talk him out of his terror and whisper sweet nothings to him. You would even go out of your way to go to his place to be there with him. Even if you had to go to work at six in the morning.

You never minded the baggage Chris carried. Sure it got frustrating and it even led to some arguments, but you were persistent. You wanted to be his rock and you wanted to pull Chris away from his nightmares. But now...now you are his nightmares. The same scene loves to infect Chris' mind. The scene where you turn and Chris has to be the one to put a hole in your head, and right after he pulls the trigger, you get up again and ask Chris why he did what he did. You always ask Chris that one question that shakes the man to his core. Pale, crying, and covered in blood you ask "Why did you stop loving me?"

Oh, darling...Chris never stopped loving you. To this day the man still loves you with whatever is left of him. Chris will never be able to love another woman like he does you. Chris' body, mind, heart, and soul belong to you. No flings. No dates. No "You're cute. Can I get your number?" To minimize women coming onto him, Chris bought himself a silicone ring. It does not matter that you two were never married, Chris is yours and yours alone.

After another long and grueling mission, Chris makes his way to a couple of shops. Once he gets what he needs, he heads to his final destination. The drive is long and quiet. Halfway through it, the sun starts to set and the road becomes more deserted. Chris' car tires bump along the gravel driveway that is on the side of the road. Arriving at the end of the driveway, Chris gets out of the vehicle.

Standing in front of the captain is an empty house. It was the home he was going to surprise you with. The whole plan was to show you the house and propose. Chris had set a large sum of money to the side so you two could renovate the old thing, but he never got to. You died not knowing this, of what could have been your lives. From the trunk of his car, Chris gets out a couple of containers. He pours its substance all over the inside of the building, making sure it does not splash on him.

Standing outside, right at the foot of the front porch, Chris lays a bouquet of flowers down. It is a replica of the first bouquet he got you. A bundle of blue forget-me-nots and white roses. Chris takes a couple of steps back and lights himself a cigarette. Puffing its toxic air, Chris thinks about what could have been. He wanted to marry you. Big or small wedding, Chris did not care. He just wanted to marry you. He wanted two boys too. No girls. Chris knows how men think, but it would be nice if he had a little girl. A mini-you running around in this house.

Chris wanted to grow old with you in this place. He wanted to go through the stages of life normal people do. What is that movie called? The Notebook? Yeah. Chris wanted to die like that. Peacefully in his sleep, lying beside you.

Puffing the last bit of his cigarette, Chris flicks the bud to the porch. Its ashes touch the gasoline puddles, lighting the house on fire. Chris watches the house be engulfed in flames. In his all-black attire, Chris just stands and watches. The roof starts to cave into the house from the weakening structure. Reaching up, Chris snaps off the necklace around him. A simple chain with what would have been your engagement ring. Kissing it, Chris tosses it into the fire.

For five hours Chris just stands there as he watches the house become nothing but ashes. Seeing only flickers of amber, Chris gets back into his car and drives away. He has no intentions of looking back at what could have been with that place. During your funeral, Chris did not shed a tear. Why? Because he cried everything he could the same moment you died. Besides, Chris will be mourning your death until he inevitably perishes.

"I miss you, Chris. A lot. I know you can't tell me what you really do, but that's okay. Stay safe 'cause if you don't I'll kill you myself. I know you're like twice my size and all, but I'll do it. And you better not do anything stupid. Alright, I'll stop nagging you for now...I love you, Christopher."

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The Apple of His Eye

A peek into the life of the Kennedy household with a gentle cocker spaniel, a nurturing mother, a protective father, and their oh-so-adorable little human.

Original prompt

A/N: OC is the same OC from His Sunshine

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Leon's eyelids start to flutter at a familiar sound. His tired mind slowly lulls itself back to sleep. A few seconds later, his ears pick up at the same sound. Leon tries to go back to sleep but a loud babble forces his brain to kick his body into high gear. The babbling gets louder and louder.

'Doesn't sound like she's crying.' Leon compromises. If she really needs him or her mother, she will start crying. Finding a rational excuse, Leon sinks himself further into the mattress. Just a few more seconds and Leon will be back in dreamland.

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Wrong.

The baby monitor transmits a loud screech, compelling Leon to open his eyes and kick his legs over the edge of the bed. Hhm, that is weird. The other side of the bed is empty. Where are you? The squawking does not give Leon enough time to think.

"Okay. Okay. I'm on my way, bunny." Leon grumbles while shutting the monitor off. The distance from the master bedroom to the nursery is only a couple of feet away. In fact, both rooms are located at the opposite sides of the staircase. The master bedroom is at the left, down a mini-way. The nursery is the door directly to the right of the staircase. Per routine, Leon looks down at the door to see Shiloh tapping her paws against the wooden floor, awaiting her chance to say "good morning" to her little human.

Pushing the door open, Leon gives the medium-sized dog to enter the decorated room. When the DSO agent first encountered BOWs, he never thought that he would get married and have a kid. It was something pre-Raccoon City Leon thought about, but that wishful thinking quickly left the man after the events of '98. It was not until after your one-year wedding anniversary did Leon really started thinking about having kids. He discussed his desire with you which led to some serious baby-making.

Leon never had any experience with babies before Eri was born. He never changed a diaper and he never held a baby. Kids, Leon was comfortable around. They know how to use the bathroom on their own, and they mostly run around all day. The cherry on it all was that Leon would be raising his baby from day one. As soon as that baby popped out of you, Leon would be a father.

Your pregnancy with Eri was relatively easy. You did not experience morning sickness or many aversions to food or cravings. You did get emotional here and there, giving Leon some serious whiplash. Most of the time you were just tired. Leon forbade you from doing field work when you told him you were pregnant. He was even able to convince the president to give Leon domestic cases so he could be closer to you.

After Eri was born, Leon's view of the world permanently changed. As much as Leon hates his job, the moment he held Eri, Leon knew he would be a DSO agent until his late fifties. Maybe early sixties. Why? Leon needs to do everything he can to make sure his little girl can live in a world without the worry of bioterrorism. When you took Eri home, Leon used his connections to up his home's security system.

Changing diapers. Bathing. Changing clothes. Cleaning spit up. Diaper explosions. Late-night feedings and changings. You name it, Leon did it. It was definitely a learning process for him, but you were able to show Leon the ropes. Thank goodness that you had experience with babies. You spent your teenage years babysitting your little cousins, and your older brother and sister have kids of their own. Lord knows the chaos that would have erupted if the both of you were clueless about babies and raising them.

Leon loves fatherhood. His own childhood (at least the parts he remembers) was not a happy one. His parents got into some sketchy stuff with equally sketchy people. Their family was always on the run. Then, Leon was orphaned. Eri is Leon's chance to make up for his childhood. He would be the father he never had. You would be the mother Leon wished he had growing up. The two of you would give Eri the childhood Leon never had.

Shiloh claws at the crib, whining through the wooden bars.

"Calm down, girl. I'll get her in a sec."

The baby stops her crying when she sees her father. Cheeks are free from tears. Leon lightly pinches her chubby cheek. "You little faker." He coos. On most mornings, Eri would whine and fake cry to get her parents' attention. She would always greet them with a mischievous smile that said, "Ha ha, I tricked you. Now pick me up!"

"Morning, bunny." Leon picks his daughter up by her armpits and holds her against his chest. Morning cuddles with his baby girl are one of Leon's favorite ways to start his day. The others are cuddling with his wife and umm...cuddling with his wife. Eri nuzzles against Leon's t-shirt, further messing up her brown hair. Other than her eyes and hair, Eri looks just like you.

After their morning routine, Leon lays Eri down on the changing table. His daughter looks around at the wall beside her and her curious hands try to grab at the garland of stars. With his quick reflexes, Leon stops her.

"Nu-uh. Your mom would yell at me if you pulled that down."

You spent days planning Eri's nursery. A couple of those days were just trying to figure out the theme of it. Leon told you that he did not care, which ended up biting him in the ass. You wanted his opinion, but you forgot that the man is not well-versed in home decor. Eventually, you narrowed your options down to a night sky/starry night theme. Leon never heard about this website called "Etsy" until then. So. Much. Shit. You bought off that place.

You even had your baby shower themed the same to keep things simple. Since most of your family lives in Georgia or the Carolinas, you had the baby shower in Atlanta. The Redfields, Jill, and some of your FBI friends came down to celebrate too. In this entire room, Leon's favorite object is the framed footprints on the wall. You asked your nurse to print Eri's feet on cardstock so you could hang up. Every month since Eri's birth, you and Leon make it a goal to stamp Eri's feet. A cute memorabilia for the two of you.

Clean bum, check. Now Leon needs to feed his baby. Putting her down on the living room carpet, Leon rummages through the fridge. On the second shelf, he sees two plastic-wrapped plates. The bigger plate, his plate has a note on it. It says, "Good morning, handsome. I left for a quick trip to the grocery store. I made you and Eri some breakfast to keep your morning easy. All you need to do is cut up an apple for her. I already fed Shiloh, so don't worry about her. - Sunshine <3"

God, you are amazing. Leon heats up Eri's plate first. Like Leon, she tends to get hangry. After heating the small plate up, Leon sets it aside to let it cool and he takes an apple from the fridge and cuts it into bite-sized pieces (while also getting his "dad tax" in).

'Wait a minute...It's too quiet.'

Putting the pairing knife down, Leon wipes his hands with the kitchen towel and looks for his daughter.

"Eri? Where are you, apple?" Leon peeps from over the couch and his daughter is nowhere to be seen. He calls out to her again. Great. Another game of hide-n-seek. Eri's favorite game to play. If you leave the little girl alone for long enough, Eri will wander off and hide. He blames you for introducing the game to her. You would hide around the house with Eri, waiting for Leon to find you. It was cute until Eri decided to spontaneously play the game by herself when she learned how to crawl. You and Leon had a full-on panic attack when you could not find your daughter.

Both of you have dangerous jobs. Resulting in making dangerous enemies. When you and Leon moved out of your shared apartment to live in a house in the suburbs, the main concern was security. Files on DSO agents and their families are strictly confidential. Even the people who work at the Pentagon have to have a certain level of clearance to access that information. Even Eri's birth certificate is confidential. The only information that is not blocked out is her name, date of birth, and sex.

But, there is always that small chance that someone can find out about your family. When that does happen, Leon wants to be prepared for it. Your home is on a large piece of land in Arlington, Virginia. It is close enough to the city for help to arrive in a reasonable time frame, but far enough to enjoy some well-deserved privacy. With Hunnigan's help, Leon was able to equip his property with a high-tech security system. Cameras, motion detectors, audio recordings, and more. Leon even chalked up some hidden compartments around the house to hold firearms of different kinds.

After twenty minutes of looking, you found Eri asleep under the dining room table. The chairs blocked her from your view. That day, you and Leon did not take your eyes off of her. One of you was always with her to make sure she did not crawl herself into trouble.

"There you are, you bad girl." Leon bends down to drag Eri out of the walk-in pantry. Oh, and Shiloh often hides with Eri. The two of them are partners in crime. "Let's get you something to eat alright? And not give your old dad a heart attack."

By the time Leon finished doing the dishes, you came walking in from the garage door with two arms full of groceries.

"Hey, handsome." You greet while tossing the plastic bags onto the kitchen counter. Leon greets you back with a kiss before helping you put the groceries away. Seeing her mother, Eri squeals in delight. She leans over the tray and makes grabby hands at you.

"Awee! Did my baby miss me?" You pick Eri out of her highchair and smother her with your love. Leon could live in this moment forever. If he had one wish, this would be it. Just him, his daughter, his wife, and his dog at home. No spontaneous calls from work. No investigations. Secretly, Leon takes out his personal phone and snaps a photo of you cuddling with your daughter.

The afternoon comes and it is almost time for Eri's nap. She usually naps for about two hours before being put to bed around eight-thirty. Today has been an easy one, and Leon hopes it stays that way. When the two of you are home, Leon puts Eri to sleep while you make lunch for the two of you. Eri always has an early lunch before she naps and a snack after she wakes up. The two of you found that to be easy considering Eri's tendency to get cranky when hungry. Like father, like daughter.

Leon walks into the kitchen to see you watching something on your phone. A pan is on the stove, sizzling.

"Watcha' watchin'?"

"A video popped up on my YouTube feed. It's about three things this guy learned from raising daughters." You hand the phone to Leon since the lessons are being told from a father's perspective.

When you plate your respective meals, Leon is sitting on the back patio. You find this unusual because he always tells you where he is going (with the exception of some missions). Even if it is somewhere around or in the house. You slide the patio door open.

"Leon? What's wrong, babe?"

He shakes his head. "It's nothing." Leon opens his arms to invite you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle into Leon's shoulder.

"Did you get another mission?" Your guess is a valid one. Leon almost always gets like this, quiet, when he gets a call from his higher-ups. Your husband hates to leave you and he hates it more when he has to leave his darling apple, but Leon shakes his head "no".

"Is something bothering you then?" Again, Leon shakes his head "No".

Alright, then you will wait for Leon to tell you what is bothering him. Until then, you pull Leon up and bring him to the kitchen. There is no way that you are going to forsake your hard work. His appetite has gone down a little, but Leon knows that if he does not eat, he will not get a chance to without paying the "Eri tax".

Later that night, after Eri is snoozing in her crib, Leon tells you what is bothering him. The last thing the man in the video said hit Leon straight in his heart. The last lesson for dads is to teach their daughters how to shoot. It is Leon's job as a father to be his family's main provider and protector, but there will come a time when Leon will not be there to protect and provide for his family.

As much as Leon tries to rid of the dangers of the world, darkness will always lurk. It will be his job as Eri's father to teach her how to defend herself. To protect herself from the monsters that try to stop her from reaching her full potential in the world. Cause'...someday daddy will not be there to do it for her. Sometime in the night when the baby monitor picks up on Eri's cries, Leon volunteers himself to care for her.

Half-asleep, you hear Leon talking to your daughter. Repeating the same promise he made when she was born. To protect her for as long as he can. Then you hear Leon say, "Did you just pee on my hand?"

In the morning, your family of four go to a nearby park to take a walk. Eri is in her stroller, you pushing the stroller, and Leon is walking Shiloh. This writer has been focusing on the nurturing mother, protective father, and their adorable daughter, but what about the gentle doggo?

Shiloh has always loved people. Cocker spaniels are known to be wonderful family pets and very tolerant of small children. The first day you brought Eri home, Shiloh would not leave her alone. While you were pregnant, the dog would find every opportunity to nuzzle against your stomach. When Eri still slept in the room with you and Leon, Shiloh would sleep at the foot of the bed or next to the bassinet.

Their relationship would only grow as Eri gets bigger. You have a video of Shiloh giving one of her toys to a one-month-old Eri, wanting the baby to play a game of fetch with her. When Eri started eating solid foods, she would purposefully throw a small handful on the ground. Always nearby, Shiloh would lap up whatever Eri was eating. There was one time when you were out of the house, Leon was giving Eri a bath and then Shiloh hopped into the tub.

You used to be Shiloh's best friend, but you gladly gave that position to Eri. They make a cuter pair anyway.

With a household full of girls, Leon is always smothered with love. Before, you and Shiloh would always fight for his attention, and now he has three girls fighting for it. You like to mess with Eri when she gets cuddly with Leon. You would pick Eri up and put her a few feet away from Leon, before running back to him and taking her place. Purposefully, you dramatically nuzzle against Leon and kiss his cheek with a loud "Mwah!"

She only started crawling about a month ago, but Eri is a fast one. She would pop up at her father's feet and cry out to him, demanding that he pick her up. When he does pick her up and place Eri on his lap, she would try with all her might to push you off. If she could talk, Eri would say "My daddy!" Then Shiloh and Eri fight with each other to get Leon's attention. Safe to say that Leon loves the attention he gets from his girls.

Bath time is Eri's favorite. Right behind cuddling with mommy which is right behind cuddling with daddy, which is behind chasing the things that likes to play with her and lick her. Eri loves water. She loves slashing it everywhere. Leon introduced Eri to a water bath toy. It is a whale that lights up and spurts water out of its blow hole. Kind of a double-edged sword because Eri will not let either of you bathe her without that toy.

"That's enough, bunny." Leon begs as he scrunches up his face. Thanks to his baby girl, Leon's chest is all wet. He learned to rid of his shirt whenever he bathes Eri. It is easier to dry himself off without having to deal with a soaked shirt.

Eri dismisses her father's pleas and continues to punch the water. Her dark brown hair is clean and the water droplet on her nose enhances the button-like feature. Eri's eyes are a hazel brown, but if the light hits her irises just right, you can see a swirl of blue in them. You once joked that Eri's charming features would attract all the boys in her class, begging her to be their girlfriend. Leon did not find that funny. He protectively held Eri to his chest and said, "The sons of bitches better know how to shoot then."

Leon's last straw during bath time is when Eri shoves water over the edge of the tub, drowning the tile and soaking the edges of his gym shorts. Leon puts a diaper on Eri and takes the towel-clad baby to her room. Carefully, Leon tosses the clothed baby on your shared bed where you are typing away at your laptop.

"Watch the brat. I've gotta clean up her little mess."

You put your laptop on your bedside table and curl against your baby. You lift her shirt up and blow raspberries against her puggy stomach.

"Did you give your dad a hard time again?" Her little giggles say "yes".

You like to keep a few baby books in your room to keep Eri entertained. You sit up against the headboard and plop your daughter on your lap.

"Guess how much I love you."

Animated, you read the book in different voices and inflections. You use your hands to copy what the hares are doing in the book. At some point, Shiloh lays herself in the middle of the bed where your legs are. When you finish the book, you pull out another one.

"The giving tree."

Before you can read the first page, Leon takes it and climbs into his side of the bed. Minding the sleeping dog, he slides you over to him. Practically squishing Eri between you two.

"Once there was a tree and she loved a little boy..."

The Kennedy family has vital parts to it.

You are the sun that gave life and light to the apple seed, allowing it to sprout into a little tree. Shiloh is the birds and small animals that give the little apple tree companionship. And Leon. Leon is the protector. The one that wards off the pests that try to nip at the little apple tree. The one that fights off the wolves that try to eat the birds and small animals. The one that blows away the clouds that try to cover the sun's rays. Then there is the little apple tree itself. A precious gift of life that should be nurtured and protected.

"And the tree was happy."

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Note: Eri may or may not have been inspired by the Eri in My Hero Academia...Why? Cause she's so darn diggity cute, that's why!

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Dad Duties

» Kylian is thankful for his niece and nephew because they prepared him for fatherhood. He knows how to change diapers and how to be patient. Kylian likes to think that he has always been good with kids, but taking care of his own child is something new and grand.

» His time as an uncle did not prepare him for the other things though. Did you know that a baby's first poop when they come out of the womb is called meconium? Cause Kylian certainly didn't know. He freaked out when he saw the tar-like substance in the tiny diaper. You were a bit freaked out too so you asked your nurse.

» The footballer did learn how to change a diaper fast and efficiently. Seriously, his son is like a squirt gun. You have no idea when he chooses to fire it.

» As a joke, you put Matthew in a ninja turtle beanie and turtle shell blanket. Kylian found it so cute that he took a picture and set it as his new wallpaper.

» The first few nights were horrible though. Kylian thought that all Matthew needed was a new diaper and some milk to go back to bed. Oh, how wrong he was. Babies apparently like to stay up for a while before going back to sleep.

» Since you chose to breastfeed Matthew, Kylian feels bad that he can't really do anything during the night. When you're up feeding your son, you might as well change his diaper too. Kylian does tell you to wake him up to put Matthew to sleep, but sometimes you don't listen.

» Baby's first bath went horribly wrong. In Kylian's mind, he thought that he could bathe Matthew as he did with his niece and nephew when they were little. Kylian did not realize that Matthew's first couple of baths needed to be sponge baths because of the umbilical cord. The leftover part needs to dry so it can basically pop off. When you told Kylian this, he kind of just froze in a "Oh shit" type of way.

» Kylian also had no idea how to do a sponge bath for a baby. Help.

» You and Kylian tried breastmilk for the first time too. Don't ask how that happened.

» It takes you and Kylian about two weeks to find some kind of a routine for Matthew. After that, parenting got easier.

» Matthew grew a lot after his first month of being home. He got longer and weighed a little more. It astonishes Kylian at how fast his son is growing. He wishes he could go back to when he first came home with his baby.

» Kylian's family came climbing into your home when Matthew was three weeks old. They were practically fighting to see who gets to hold him first.

» Wilfriend ends up winning and he doesn't let go of his grandson. Fayza has to scold her ex-husband to let everyone else get a turn...Then she hogged Matthew.

» Malisa gave you a lot of pointers as a new mom. Your sisters are back in America so it's good to have someone with you to guide you. Even if they live in the country next to you.

» One time when Matthew was five months old, Kylian asked you to bring him over to the club to meet his teammates. None of them have seen Matthew in person, so imagine a bunch of dudes leering over a baby. Kylian stood on the sidelines with his chest puffed with pride.

» One of Kylian's teammates held Matthew up and aided the kid in making a goal. It was all fun and games until Kylian got upset that he didn't assist with his son's first goal. He got over it eventually when you told Kylian that he could teach Matthew how to score goals better than anyone cause his dad is Kylian Mbappe.

» When you were pregnant with Matthew, you and Kylian agreed to raise your family as humbly as possible. Similar to Gordon Ramsey, when they get to a certain age, your kids will have to either pay for themselves if they want to travel or just not travel at all. They will also be prohibited from using Kylian's private jet when they reach a certain age too.

» Allowances are allowed but to an extent. You really have to be the enforcer on this. Allowance is earned when the kids do their house chores. No chores done, no money given. You forbid Kylian from giving his kids more money than they should be given. Really, you have to be strict on this with your kids and your husband.

» Oh, and as soon as the kids are legally allowed to work, no more allowances. No argument. If they really want something they better work for it. You and Kylian had a similar upbringing so you know the value of money and how to use it responsibly. You want to teach those same values to your children.

» You have to limit Kylian's options for presents though. Sure it's their birthdays and it's Christmas, but don't give the kids a freaking life-size playhouse. Presents are always reasonable and a few of those presents are name brands. If Kylian wants to give the kids something name-branded, it has to pass through you.

» To say Kylian is excited to teach his son how to play football is an understatement. When Matthew was only a couple of months old, Kylian bought a kid's football net and ball. He really wants his son(s) to love the sport and have at least one play professionally. If they don't then so be it. Kylian at least wants to plant the seed.

» At some point, Matthew becomes fascinated with ears. He is either touching his or someone else's ears. He will pull and rub his hands all over the body part.

» His first Father's Day was an emotional one for Kylian. In Spain, Father's Day is always celebrated on March 19th. Matthew is only seven months old so you came up with a cute craft. Using paint you made a shoeprint on one of Kylian's shoes and another on top of it with Matthew's footprint. Next to is a sentence that says, "Following in your footsteps".

» You did all of that while Matthew was napping so he wouldn't be fussy and mess everything up. Smart mom brain.

» Kylian refuses to let the media see Matthew until he is at least one. The first time the world got to see Matthew's face was when Kylian brought him to do the traditional player escort. Matthew stayed with you in the stands after that.

» Matthew was certainly scared when he entered the pitch with his dad. The loud cheering and flashing lights were overwhelming to the boy. He cried on Kylian's shoulder. Kylian was able to calm his son down a little by distracting Matthew with his hands.

» Kylian loves being a father. He has always wanted to be a father and now he is one. It has been a great joy to witness his son grow from inside of you to outside of you. There are certainly things Kylian can do better about his parenting skills. Maybe he can convince you to have another one so Kylian can perfect his parenting skills?

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Coming Up...

September 22, EST 1 p.m.

"Did you just pee on my hand?"

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A collection of stories about Resident Evil's best and loneliest DSO agent.

※ requested Ι ⟫ angst Ι £ separate storyline

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His Sunshine

⟫ Love Always Comes With Pain

※⟫ £ Next Time, Okay?

※ The Apple of His Eye

£ Only you and I exist

Mommy and Daddy Bear

⟫ Scared to Lose You

Headcanons:

£ From Ms. To Mrs. Kennedy

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