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Not really a request, just wanted to say that I LOVE your Vlad Tepes piece. I adore him but there's not too much on him for fanfic and ive read through what there is, lmao He's my husband fr fr But seriously, you write well! As a vampire, I'd probably just starve myself too like the reader in that piece lmao

sorry I've just seen this but thank you so much!! <33

and yeah there totally aren't enough fics for him. people really need to make more honestly (or maybe I will lmao who knows)

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Betrayal - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader

Summary: You are secretly Deathstroke's daughter, which Dick doesn't know. This secret ultimately leads to your death.

Word Count: 2,932

⚠️ Warnings: Death.

You were about to do something you never wanted to do - betray Dick and the rest of the team.

This wasn't meant to happen. You weren't meant to get so attached to them but it happened and everything was really starting to set in. The emotions, the memories, the realisation, everything.

This had all started as a task that your father had assigned you: join the Titans, gather information about them and report back to him. You never would've expected it'd all go so wrong. When you first met Dick and Kory, you were 'fighting' your father. They had seen what was happening and stepped in to help you. Your father ended up escaping and running away as part of the plan. After the fight, Dick came up to you, asking whether you'd like to join the team as you apparently had a lot of potential. Obviously, you agreed as that was part of the plan and it all seemed to be going your way.

Until this moment. The Titans were like your second family, they were a better version of the one you had grown up with. And Dick - you hadn't meant to and you never even would've thought it'd be a possibility but you'd fallen in love with him. The thought of betraying him, of breaking his trust, tore at your heart. The bond you had formed with Dick and the team seemed unbreakable, yet there you were, about to ruin it all.

This wasn't what you wanted. At all. But you had to do it or else your father would kill you and they would definitely be next. You would sacrifice yourself without a second thought if it meant not betraying them but you knew the second your father got rid of you, the team would be next, which you didn't want. And you knew your father would do it as he was extremely powerful. He was Deathstroke.

You woke up in the morning, Dick sleeping peacefully by your side. If only he knew what was going to happen soon. "I love you so much, Dick," you quietly whisper, careful not to wake Dick. You slipped out of bed but then heard a sound from behind you. You turned around as Dick stirred in bed, mumbling, "Where are you going, Y/N?"

"I'm just going to get some fresh air. I'll be back soon," you responded. You didn't get a reply so you assumed Dick had already fallen back asleep. Slowly, you started to walk to the elevator to leave the building. Every step felt heavier than the last as you prepared yourself for the task ahead. You knew there was no turning back now.

The plan was: meet up with your father without anyone noticing, tell him all the information you know, prepare to attack the team and then do it. You didn't want to but you knew it was the best way to keep them safe, away from death. Besides, it's not like you were actually going to tell your father the truth, not the whole truth anyway. You knew the Titans were strong but they could also use the extra help as your father was really strong, even for such a team.

As you reached the designated meeting spot, conflicting emotions swirled within you. The weight of your betrayal hung heavy on your shoulders and you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at you.

Arriving at the meeting point, you scanned the area cautiously. It was a dark, sketchy alley. Typical of your father; he usually tries to avoid prying eyes for these things as he doesn't want anyone to know what he's planning. Deathstroke stood in the shadows, a menacing presence - but one you'd grown used to. Suppressing a shiver, you approached him with a forced air of confidence.

"Y/N," he greeted you with a cold nod. "So tell me, what have you learned? And make sure to not leave out any details as it could be vital to our mission."

You hesitated for a moment, gathering your thoughts before carefully relaying the information you had gathered about the Titans' strengths, weaknesses, and plans. You left out certain details, knowing that revealing too much could put the team in grave danger.

Deathstroke listened closely, his gaze never leaving your face. When you finished, he nodded in approval. "Good. You've done well, Y/N. Now, it's time to put your loyalty to the test."

Your heart sank as he outlined the plan to ambush the Titans. As you listened, your mind raced with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, you knew this was necessary to protect the team from your father. On the other hand, you couldn't bear the thought of facing Dick and the others in battle, knowing you were the one who orchestrated it.

But there was no turning back now. You had to see this through, no matter the cost. Steeling yourself, you nodded in agreement, masking your hesitation and guilt behind a facade of determination.

As you made your way back to Titans Tower, the weight of your impending betrayal felt heavier than ever. Every step was a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the choice you were about to make. Should you be doing this? Is this really the only way to keep them safe? Your mind raced with these thoughts, trying to come up with other solutions - but nothing. You had to go through with the plan.

When you arrived, the atmosphere in the tower felt different. As you entered the common area, you noticed Dick sat on the couch, his expression a mixture of concern and anticipation. It appeared as though he'd been waiting for you.

"Hey, Dick," you said, realising he still hadn't noticed you were back. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, his gaze locking on you. He stood up from the couch abruptly, starting to walk over to you. "Y/N, where were you?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. "I woke up and you were gone. Is everything okay?"

You forced a smile, trying to push down the guilt clawing at your insides. "I'm fine, Dick. Just.. needed some time to clear my head."

He studied you for a moment as if trying to decide whether what you were saying was really the truth. "Okay," he said finally, though his expression still held a hint of scepticism. "Just... let me know when you're leaving next time, okay?"

Dick's concern only added to the weight of your guilt. How could you look him in the eye and lie, knowing what you were about to do? But you couldn't afford to let your emotions get the best of you now.

You nodded, swallowing hard against the lump forming in your throat. "I will," you promised, unable to meet his gaze for long before the guilt threatened to overwhelm you. You forced a smile onto your face, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to your room.

How could you betray someone who cared about you so deeply? However, you also had no choice. It was either them or you, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing them.

A few hours went by and the sky turned dark, the city lights being the only thing illuminating the roads. The moon reflected onto a small puddle of water below and slowly but surely, Deathstroke's plan went into motion.

You had left the tower, and now stood side by side with your father. It was a dark and empty road, a contrast to the usual hustle and bustle of the city. This was, however, perfect for your father as it meant no one was around to see what was about to go down.

As a part of the plan, you would have to lure the Titans here and you knew exactly how. You took out your phone, dialling Dick's number. You look down at the picture you set for his contact - a picture of you and him when you first started dating. You both looked so happy, smiling at each other without a care in the world. The memory threatened to overwhelm you as you waited for him to pick up.

"Y/N?" Dick's voice sounded concerned on the other end of the line. "Is everything alright?"

You closed your eyes, steeling yourself against the ache in your chest. "Dick, I need your help," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in trouble. Please, you have to come quickly."

There was a moment of silence, and you could practically hear the gears turning in Dick's head. "Where are you?" he asked urgently. "I'm on my way."

You gave him the location, your heart breaking with every word you spoke. This was it. The point of no return. You had to see this through, no matter how much it tore you apart inside.

As you hung up the phone, you turned to face your father, steeling yourself for what was to come. He nodded in approval, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"They're on their way," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you.

Sure enough, moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the empty alley. Dick emerged from the darkness, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. You were sure he would've brought the team with him but apparently not. You just hoped your father wouldn't be too mad.

"Dick!" you called out, forcing yourself to sound panicked. "Over here!"

As he approached, you could see the worry in Dick's eyes, the concern etched into his features. You wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and tell him the truth but it was too late for that now.

"What's going on?" Dick asked, his voice tight with worry. "Are you okay?"

Before you could respond, Deathstroke stepped out of the shadows, his presence casting a chill over the alley. Dick visibly tensed, readying himself for a fight.

"Y/N," Dick said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's he doing here?"

Deathstroke spoke up, his voice low and menacing. "I'm here because she's finally realised where her loyalty lies. And that's with her father." He turned to you, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You felt a lump form in your throat as you struggled to maintain your composure. Every instinct screamed at you to tell Dick the truth, to beg for his forgiveness and plead for his understanding. But you knew that wasn't an option. Not with Deathstroke watching your every move.

"I'm sorry, Dick," you whispered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "I had no choice."

Dick's expression shifted from confusion to betrayal, his eyes narrowing with hurt and anger. "Y/N, what are you talking about? What's going on?"

You took a step back, unable to meet his gaze as the weight of your betrayal bore down on you. "I'm sorry," you repeated, your voice barely a whisper. "I had to do this to protect you."

Dick's eyes widened in disbelief, the hurt etched deep into his features. "Protect me?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Y/N, how could you...?" He couldn't even seem to be able to look at you at that moment, it hurt him too much. "I loved you! I let myself fucking fall in love with you! And what? All that time that I thought you loved me too, was it all a lie?"

As Dick's words pierced through you like a knife, tears streamed down your face, mingling with the rain that had started to fall. "No! I do love you, Dick. That's why I did what I did. You probably won't understand why and most likely never will but I don't expect you to," you choked out, your voice breaking with emotion.

You had to do it. You knew if you went against your father he'd kill them - the Titans, your second family. Dick, you'd fallen in love with him. You couldn't let your father kill him or the team. You couldn't bring yourself to meet Dick's gaze, the guilt weighing you down like an anchor.

As the tension in the air reached its breaking point, Deathstroke stepped forward, his presence a menacing reminder of the consequences of your actions. "Enough," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "It's time to finish what we started."

With a swift movement, Deathstroke lunged forward, his blade aimed directly at Dick. You stood frozen, watching in horror as Deathstroke's blade sliced through the air, aimed directly at Dick. In that split second, everything seemed to slow down, each heartbeat echoing in your ears. But you couldn't just stand there and watch.

Without a second thought, you threw yourself in front of him, your body acting on instinct alone.

You gasped, the air knocked from your lungs as you felt Deathstroke's blade pierce through your chest. Your father retracted the blade, his eyes widening in horror as he realised what he'd just done. You stumbled backwards, falling, but Dick caught you in his arms. As you collapsed against Dick, pain erupted throughout your body, radiating from your wound. His arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close as if he could shield you from the agony coursing through you.

"Y/N!" Dick's voice was laced with panic and despair as he cradled you, his hands trembling against your skin. Dick's anguished cries echoed in your ears, but you couldn't focus on anything but the searing pain that consumed you. Blood pooled beneath you, staining the ground as the world around you blurred and dimmed. "I'm so sorry, Dick," you managed to whisper, your voice barely a whisper amidst the chaos. Tears streamed down your face as you looked up at him, every fibre of your being aching with regret and sorrow. "I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to hurt you."

Dick's grip on you tightened, his own tears mixing with yours as he pressed a shaky kiss to your forehead. "Shh, Y/N, don't talk like that," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're going to be okay. You have to be okay."

But even as Dick's words washed over you, you knew the truth. Your strength was diminishing with every passing second, the darkness creeping in at the edges of your vision, claiming you. You fought against it, for Dick, for the love you shared, but the battle seemed futile.

"I love you, Dick," you whispered, your voice barely audible now, strained with effort. "I'm sorry."

His heartbroken gaze bore into yours, filled with a mixture of love, anguish, and disbelief. "No, Y/N, please, don't leave me," he pleaded, his voice breaking as he clung to the hope that this nightmare would end, that you would somehow defy the odds.

You clung desperately to Dick's presence, his touch, his warmth, as if they were the only things anchoring you to the world because they really were. You wanted to reassure him, to ease his pain, but each breath became more laboured, each heartbeat fainter.

"I can't lose you," Dick's voice cracked, his hands trembling as he pressed against the wound, as if trying to stop the flow of your life slipping away. "Please, Y/N, stay with me."

Dick's grip on you tightened further, his anguish palpable as he struggled to accept the inevitable. "I can't do this without you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice choked with emotion. "You're my everything."

Tears continued to stream down your face as you fought to hold onto consciousness, to hold onto Dick for as long as you could. "You're stronger than you think, Dick," you managed to say, your words coming out in strained gasps. You desperately wanted to stay, to fight alongside Dick, but it was beyond your control now.

"I love you, Y/N," Dick whispered, his voice trembling with emotion as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, savouring the bittersweet taste of your love. "Always and forever." His heart shattered with each passing moment, knowing that he was about to lose the person who meant the world to him.

You mustered a faint smile, pouring every ounce of love you had for him into that expression. "I'll love you always, Richard Grayson," you whispered, your voice barely audible now.

A sense of peace washed over you, enveloping you like a comforting embrace, as you surrendered to the inevitable. With one final, trembling breath, your eyelids fluttered closed, sealing your fate.

As your eyelids fluttered closed, a heavy silence descended upon the scene, broken only by Dick's choked sobs as he held onto your lifeless form. His heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest, torn apart by grief and guilt.

Time seemed to freeze around Dick as he clung to the memory of your warmth, the sound of your laughter, and the feeling of your touch but reality crashed down upon him with brutal force. Dick remained by your side, unwilling to let go, unable to accept that you were truly gone. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as he grappled with the overwhelming grief that threatened to consume him whole.

In the aftermath, Dick would often find himself standing beside your grave. To him, it was a constant reminder of his failure to protect you and save you from harm. He would have given anything to turn back time and rewrite the events that led to your death. But he couldn't.

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Return - Jill Valentine

Jill Valentine X Fem!Reader

Summary: Jill finally comes back to you after being away for a mission.

Word Count: 716

Jill was a bit hesitant to open the door of your new apartment. She hadn't seen you since starting her mission.

It was late at night. Probably somewhere around 1 am. Jill knew you were probably asleep but she couldn't wait to see you finally, after all these weeks.

Once she opened the door, she walked in and closed the door behind her, making sure to lock it. She took off her grey wool cardigan, draping it against the couch and just calling out to see if you were awake. "Hello?"

You ran down the stairs as fast as you could without falling. You could recognise that voice anywhere.

"Jill?" you ask, looking up to be met with the sight of your beautiful fiancee. You had to make sure it was her.

She smiles as she looks at you. You had stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey there, beautiful. Surprised that I survived?"

You wrap your arms around her neck, holding her in a tight hug. "No. I knew you'd make it." Your girlfriend was strong. You knew she'd always find a way back to you, no matter what.

She chuckles and pulls you into a proper embrace, giving you a light kiss on the cheek. After she pulled back, she placed her hands on your hips. "Oh? And how did you know I'd survive?"

"Because you're one of the strongest people I know," you respond, looking up at her, smiling. While doing this, you also slightly check her out. You just couldn't help it.

Jill blushes, a bit of red blushing forming on her cheeks. "Oh come on, you're making me blush."

She smiles, leaning in even closer to you, taking in your scent that she missed so much while she was gone. "I'm just glad I made it back to you though," she tells you.

"Me too... I love you, Jill." You close the distance between you two as you lean in to kiss her. She grins and meets your lips with her own, kissing you deeply and passionately. It had been so long since you kissed and she was glad it was happening now. She then starts to slowly guide you to the couch, pushing lightly on your lower back.

"I love you too... Now, we have a LOT of catching up to do."

You spent a long time on that couch, catching up on all of the things that you both had missed over the past couple of weeks. As you spoke, Jill's gaze was full of admiration and love. She had a natural charm to her and you were slightly distracted with how hot she was.

After a while, Jill notices how you're starting to look visibly tired. "Hey, why don't you rest your head on my lap? You look really tired." Jill smiles and gently pats your shoulder, motioning for you to sit on her lap. "It's okay, Y/N."

She looks at you with a look of concern as she sees the dark circles under your eyes. You had stayed up late again, wondering when you'd next see your fiancee, or if you would even see her. The lack of sleep was finally getting to you.

You didn't need to be told twice as you lay your head in her lap. You felt a lot more relaxed and comfortable now. After just a couple of seconds of resting your head, you fall asleep on Jill's lap. Jill gently wraps her arms around you and strokes your hair with one of her hands.

After another hour of stroking your hair, Jill eventually whispers towards you. "Y/N... Y/N, sweetheart? Wake up, you have to go to sleep in the bed."

She then tries to wake you up, gently shaking your shoulder, hoping it would work. After about a minute or so, she decides that it's pointless. So, she stands up and lifts you in her arms. She carries you bridal style, into the bedroom.

She tucks you nicely into the bed, before getting into it herself. Once she gets in, she starts playing with the hair on your head, just wanting to admire your natural beauty. Eventually, she feels herself drifting off to sleep as well. She falls asleep with you safe and protected in her arms.

#jill valentine #jill valentine x reader #re3 #re3r #re3 remake #resident evil 3 #resident evil 3 remake #re3 jill #imagine

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Nemesis - Carlos Oliveira

Carlos Oliveira X GN!Reader

Summary: During a fight with a creature known as 'Nemesis', you get injured but you try to hide it from Carlos.

Word Count: 1,839

You and Carlos had been trying to find more survivors to gather at the train station, fighting off a lot of undead on your search. The undead, however, were not the only problem.

A tyrant, whose name you learned was Nemesis, was another problem to add to your list.

While roaming the streets of Raccoon City, you hear loud footsteps behind you and Carlos. It can't possibly be more zombies because they're not that loud, so what the hell is it?

You and Carlos turn around and you're met with a terrifying sight. It appears to be a towering, mutated monstrosity with gruesome deformities and a grotesque appearance. Its head is elongated, and its skull is exposed, revealing pulsating, mutated brain tissue. Its mouth is filled with sharp teeth, giving it a menacing and carnivorous appearance. It's wearing a tattered trench coat and looks well over 7 feet tall, making it a literal giant compared to you.

"What the fuck?.." you mutter under your breath, disgusted but more scared than anything.

The creature held a menacing glare as it stared at both of you, just a few mere feet in front of it.

Your breathing becomes faster and more shallow as your heart pounds in your chest. You don't move a single muscle, unsure of what's going to come next.

You glance over at Carlos on your left, who seems to be keeping his composure pretty well. How the fuck can he look so calm?

You have no time to think before Nemesis lunges forward, coming right at you both. Carlos dodges and goes to the left, but you happen to go to the right.

Nemesis whips around, turning to Carlos. You have to do something. And fast.

You decide to whistle at Nemesis, catching its attention, and making it look at you.

"Here, boy!" you call out to it as if it were a dog.

This seems to work though because it starts heading towards you. You start to realise that you seriously didn't think this one through.

Having no idea what to do, your feet stay glued to the ground. All you can do is stand and watch as it gets closer, ready to kill you.

You clench your fists as you feel your palms slowly start sweating. All the anxiety and fear was finally getting to you.

"Y/N!" Carlos shouts to you, moments before Nemesis throws you against a nearby wall.

After being violently hurled against the wall, you crumpled to the ground, clutching your aching ribs. Your face contorted in pain as your heartbeat pounded in your ears, drowning out the distant sounds of Carlos, who was now shooting at Nemesis.

You slowly begin to feel a warm substance coming out of your side. You winced as you clutched your side, where a jagged shard of metal had pierced your flesh. Blood welled around the foreign object. Luckily for you, you were wearing nearly all black clothes, meaning it at least wouldn't stain.

Each breath sent waves of excruciating pain through your body but you weren't the type to give up so easily.

You pull the object out carefully, not wanting to do any further damage. You didn't want Carlos to know about this. You didn't want to make him worry any more than he already was. Sure, it wouldn't necessarily be easy to keep a secret, you could certainly try, however.

You zip up your leather jacket, hoping it will do the job and hide your injury.

You look up and see Nemesis starting to kneel on the ground, clearly stunned by one of Carlos' shots. As soon as Carlos knows it's down, he runs over to you.

"Hey, you good?" he asks, his face tightened with concern as he watched you sitting up against the wall.

You give him a small nod and reply with your most reassuring tone, "Yeah, I'm fine. My ribs just kinda hurt."

You hear him let out a deep sigh before placing a hand on your shoulder and speaking to you, "Come on. I'm taking you back to the station to get you checked out. We need to make sure it's nothing serious."

"I told you. I'm fine." You snapped, accidently.

You don't want to go back because you know he'll realise what happened. And you don't want that. It'll just stress him out even more.

"They'll probably just tell you that you got a bruised rib or something. Let's go, Y/N."

You want to argue back, say that you don't want to go, but you realise that'll just make it more suspicious.

"Fine." You mutter as you finally begin to get up.

You clenched your jaw, determined not to let a whimper escape your lips. Your knuckles turned white as you balled your hand into a fist.

You slightly lose your balance, however, Carlos is right there to catch you. One of his arms wraps around your waist, holding you in place. This kind of gives you butterflies.

"It's okay, I got you. You sure you're okay?" he asks you, once again, now more concerned than before.

"I'm sure. Thanks, Carlos," you reply, not even hesitating to lie right to his face.

Carlos doesn't look convinced as his brows slightly furrow, but he decides to just ignore the nagging feeling that there's something else you're not telling him.

You felt yourself slightly weakening from the loss of blood, though you tried your best not to show it.

Carlos starts to walk back to the station, before turning around to look at you and asking in a teasing tone, "Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?"

You roll your eyes playfully at him before giving him a small, forced smile, "I can walk perfectly fine by myself, Carlos."

He nods and turns back around, in the direction of the station. You manage to catch up with him, now walking at the same pace together.

You made sure your jacket stayed in place, not showing off your weakness to anyone or anything. You also try to minimize any movements that might reveal your ache and discomfort.

You finally get to the station after a couple of minutes of trying to hide the excruciating pain you are currently experiencing.

As soon as Carlos closes the gate, your knees suddenly feel wobbly, like they've turned to jelly. You try to hold yourself up by leaning against the wall, but it's no use and your knees suddenly give way, causing you to lose your balance and collapse onto the hard floor.

Carlos hears a thud behind him and turns around to investigate. You were sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, and clutching your side. You were incredibly pale, and you looked like you could pass out at any given moment.

His brows shoot up and his eyes widen as he rushes over to you, kneeling on the ground. "Y/N? Are you okay?"

You grunt in pain, slightly shaking your head, before undoing your jacket and lifting your shirt, revealing your wound that was still bleeding heavily.

He looks even more surprised as he glances over at the wound, inspecting it. "Y/N, this is serious! Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" His tone was worried, but you could hear a hint of anger as well.

"I didn't want to make you worry..." You start to trail off, realising you don't necessarily have the best excuse.

"God, you absolute idiot," He mutters quietly under his breath before continuing to speak normally, "I'm going to get some supplies. I won't be long so just don't die on me, okay?"

You look up at him, getting more tired by the second. All you can do is give him a small, simple nod.

"Good," he says, before getting up to go grab supplies.

You watch him leave then you look down at your hand, which is holding the wound on your side. It was completely covered in blood. There was nothing you could do right now to try to stop the bleeding. Just hope and pray Carlos gets back soon.

Your vision blurred and your limbs felt heavy. You fought desperately to stay awake. The world around you seemed to spin in slow motion, and every breath was a battle.

Your eyelids, like lead weights, threatened to close with each passing second. Your thoughts grew foggy, and you struggled to concentrate, your mind slipping into a hazy abyss.

Cold sweat dotted your pale forehead, and your pulse, weak and thready, echoed in your ears like a distant drumbeat.

Despite the pain and dizziness, you clenched your teeth, determined to remain conscious, knowing that surrendering to the beckoning darkness might just mean you'll never get to see Carlos again.

You still had so much to tell him. How much you love him, and how much you want to be with him. There was a whole list of things you still had left to say and there was no way you were leaving without telling him every single one of them.

You heard footsteps coming towards you, but your vision was so blurry that you could barely make out who it was.

"Y/N?..." the figure next to you calls out your name. Their voice sounds so distant, even though they're so close.

You feel some pressure on your side, realising the person there was taking care of your wound.

You tried to say something, do something, anything to show that you were still here. But to no avail. Your limbs were heavy and completely unresponsive.

Each shallow breath you drew seemed to slip away like a fading whisper, and your chest rose and fell with diminishing effort.

You could feel a hand start to shake your shoulder. The touch sent warmth radiating through your skin.

They called out your name, this time, however, they didn't sound so distant. They sounded closer. With each breath that you took, it felt like life was slowly coming back to you.

You open your eyes, your vision is no longer blurry and when you look up, you're met with the familiar comforting, brown eyes that you've grown to love.

"Carlos?" You say his name, almost like a question, making sure it's him.

His strong arms enveloped you, providing a protective hold that made you feel as if nothing else mattered right now.

You slightly wince as you hug him back, your wound causing you more pain. Carlos notices and pulls away.

You look closely at his face and notice his eyes, which glistened with unshed tears, reflecting the light like dewdrops.

"I- I'm so glad you're okay. I thought I lost you, Y/N... Please, promise me that you won't pull another stunt like that ever again." His voice practically begged.

He was worried and scared, he didn't want to lose you. He couldn't.

"I promise, Carlos. I'm sorry."

His lips curled into a gentle, small smile and he mumbled something. You could just about make it out.

"I love you."

#carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #re3 #re3r #re3 remake #resident evil 3 #resident evil 3 remake #re3 carlos #re3r carlos #imagine

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Gone - Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy X GN!Reader

Summary: You're dying after being shot and Leon is forced to deal with the grief.

Word Count: 1,094

This wasn't supposed to happen, especially not to you. The last thing you expected was a gunshot piercing your torso.

Whilst chasing Annette Birkin in the sewers, she shot at you when you least expected it, the bullet was now embedded in your torso. You teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, the relentless blood loss pushing you closer to what could be your final moments.

And Leon was above you, begging for you to stay awake. "Hey- Y/N.. Please keep your eyes open for me. Don't.. don't leave me. I can't lose you too," He cried, trembling. You take his hand and hold it in yours as a pained expression makes its way onto your face. "You won't lose me, Leon.." You say quietly, losing strength by the second.

What you said was a lie and you knew it, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell Leon. "Just hold out a bit longer. Hold on, please." He begged quietly. You were on the brink of unconsciousness now, your vision becoming hazy and your focus shifting in and out. He was terrified, praying that you wouldn't lose your life right then and there.

"Please. I don't want to you go, I don't want to be alone. I don't want to be without you." He said frantically. Tears rolling down his cheeks.

Tears make their way down your face as well now. From pain, but more from heartbreak. You knew that your chance of making it out was slim, almost nonexistent. Your beating heart ached as you thought of leaving Leon, the love of your life, behind. You had to get through this. Or at least try. For him.  "Leon.. I love you so much. Please never forget that."

Your words broke him. You were dying in front of him, his biggest fear playing out right before his eyes. He didn't want this to be the end for you two. He didn't want to be without his light. "I- I love you too. Don't you die, please! Come on, hold on!" He was now frantic, gripping your hand tightly as he spoke. He was scared shitless that this was it for you.

You hold back a sob as you speak, "I'm trying... But the blood... it's just too much." Blood poured out from the wound on your torso, and onto the ground, as well as your lover's hands, which were trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

"I can't lose you. I won't," he cried desperately, his voice shaking. "I have to save you. There must be something I can do." You look at him, your eyelids barely open, showing just how tired and weak you truly are.

"You can't save me, Leon. The bleeding won't stop until I'm gone."

You don't want to say this but it's best to show him the reality of the situation here. You can't just give him false hope anymore. Your words broke his heart once again. Hearing you say that it was hopeless caused him to break down in front of you, his emotions all over the place.

He was desperate, trying anything to keep you alive, even though it seemed impossible at this point. "There has to be something I can do! Anything! I refuse to believe that it's the end for you right here and now." He pleaded with you.

You can hear desperation and a hint of.. anger. Maybe he was angry at you for not having any hope. Or maybe he was angry at the world for letting this happen. "There's so much I still want to say to you. And I just regret not having the chance to tell you." You tell him, nothing but the absolute truth.

Tears start to flow down your face again as you lay there on the ground, bleeding out. You want to tell him how much you love him. How you want to marry him and start a family with him. But that'll never happen now. You're not making it out alive. It's like you're in a battle with death, and you're losing. Miserably.

Each breath, each time your heart beats, it's just pure pain. You couldn't take much more. The blood your heart was trying to pump was just oozing out of you. There was no point anymore.

His eyes were red now, the tears were flowing nonstop. He was angry, and frustrated at the world for causing you to suffer, he also felt responsible for what was happening since he was supposed to protect you from anything and everything.

He held you close to him now, cradling your body. His heart ached with sadness, he had never felt so much pain before. He couldn't say anything at this point, words couldn't explain his feelings. So he just said one thing.

"I love you, Y/N."

You felt your life slowly slipping away. Right before your very last breath, you manage to let out three simple words, "I love you, Leon."

Your vision faded into nothingness, and your hearing disappeared. You were gone. There was no coming back.

Time itself seemed to stop as Leon watched as the life in your eyes slowly faded away.

He could only cry in sorrow and anguish, holding your body, feeling each and every moment as it passed. His breathing became heavy and his eyes closed, he didn't want to see the world anymore. You were his world and now it's gone for good.

"No...Please..." He said quietly, hugging you tightly.

He had failed, he couldn't protect you. He couldn't keep you safe and now you're gone. And he blamed himself for it.

He was going to be alone again, like he was before he met you. You had filled the void in his heart, and now, it felt empty once more. He had met the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He only felt true happiness when he was with you. He didn't want to live in a world where he didn't have you by his side.

Days went by, then weeks and eventually even months. But your memory never left his mind.

He didn't want to eat, he didn't want to sleep. He was completely lost in his mind, replaying every memory he had with you. All he could think of were the times you'd spent together, how you'd laugh, the jokes and everything else. He couldn't do anything except think of you.

Every day, he's alone in his apartment. Every night, he cries himself to sleep, holding onto the memories of you.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re2 #re2r #re2 remake #re2 leon #resident evil #resident evil 2 remake #resident evil 2 #imagine

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Control - Gar Logan

Gar Logan X Fem!Reader

Summary: Gar loses control and accidentally ends up hurting you.

Word Count: 1,250

"Gar, you know you can't save everyone."

That's all Gar had heard when coming back from the most recent mission. He had failed to save innocent lives, or at least some of them, and now he was beating himself up for it. Everyone knew how guilty he felt, yet no one knew how to help him. Not even you, his girlfriend. You always knew what to say but this time, you just didn't. You had tried to get through to him, tell him it wasn't his fault but he just wouldn't listen.

You knocked gently on Gar's door twice before entering his room. You might not have known what to say but maybe just having someone to vent to would be good for Gar - you just wanted to help him. What happened wasn't his fault. Everyone knew that, everyone except him.

As you entered Gar's room, the heavy silence enveloped you both like a suffocating fog. Gar sat slumped on the edge of his bed, his shoulders hunched and his gaze fixed on the floor, lost in the depths of his own thoughts; probably not a good place to be right now.

"Hey," you whispered softly, crossing the room to sit beside him. Your heart ached at the sight of him, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a leaden cloak. "Gar, you know you're not alone, right? We're all here for you."

Gar's response was a hollow chuckle, like he was just a shell of his former self. "You guys just don't understand," he muttered bitterly, his voice tinged with self-loathing. "I could've done more, I should've done more - but I didn't! I'm the reason they're dead now. I'm the reason they're never coming back."

"I know it feels overwhelming right now," you said, gently taking his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers, "but you can't blame yourself for things beyond your control. You did everything you could in that situation. Sometimes, despite our best efforts, we can't change the outcome. You know you can't save everyone."

"That's all everybody keeps saying!"

Gar's voice cracked with frustration as he spoke, his eyes finally meeting yours, filled with anguish and despair. Suddenly, he stood up. His breaths started to come in ragged gasps, his hands trembling. What was happening to him?

"Gar, is everything okay?.." you asked, worried something may be seriously wrong.

He turned to you, desperation etched into his features. "You need.. to.. go.." he whispered, the words strained as he battled to maintain his human form.

"Gar, what's happening?" you asked, feeling a surge of concern as you watched Gar struggle. You rose to your feet cautiously, unsure of what to do in this situation.

"I can't control it," Gar gasped, his voice strained as he fought back against the transformation. "Please, just go before I hurt you."

Your heart raced with fear and confusion but you refused to leave his side. "I'm not going to leave you like this, Gar," you told him, shaking your head.

You reached out, your fingertips brushing against his trembling hand in a futile attempt to offer comfort. But before you could make contact, a surge of wild energy consumed Gar, and he transformed into a green tiger, his eyes flashing with untamed fury.

Fear clenched your heart as you stumbled backward, your eyes widening in shock as the beast before you unleashed a vicious swipe of its claws. Pain seared through you as the sharp claws sliced through the flesh in your arm, leaving behind deep, crimson trails.

As quickly as it had emerged, the tiger retreated, its form shimmering and shifting until Gar stood before you once more, his expression twisted in horror and guilt. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I- I lost control. I didn't mean to hurt you," he stammered, his voice laced with anguish as he rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he reached out to assess your injuries.

You looked down at the scratch on your arm, trying to downplay the pain, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. "Gar, it's okay. It wasn't your fault. Besides, it doesn't even hurt that bad."

Gar's eyes widened with disbelief at your attempt to minimize the injury. "Y/N, I could have seriously hurt you," he protested, his voice filled with self-reproach. "We need to get you a first aid kit or something to stop the bleeding."

Gar started to frantically search the tower for a first aid kit, hoping there was one somewhere. You got up and followed him then you reached out and gently touched his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "Gar, accidents happen. Don't blame yourself."

Gar paused, his gaze shifting from the search to you. His eyes, still clouded with guilt, softened slightly at your touch and your words. "But I could have done way worse if I hadn't regained control when I did," he whispered, his voice heavy with remorse.

You shook your head, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. "But you did regain control and that's what matters."

Gar sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. He didn't quite seem to believe your words and he went back to looking for a first aid kit without saying anything. You watched him search, his movements tense with worry and guilt. Despite your attempts to reassure him, you knew he needed more than just words to help.

After searching the cabinets in the bathroom, he finally found the first aid kit. Carefully, Gar retrieved the first aid kit and hurried back to where you were standing, still trying to process what had just happened. He took your hand gently and led you to the couch, where you sat down.

He knelt beside you, his hands shaking as he gingerly began to clean and bandage the wound on your arm. "I'm sorry," he murmured again, his voice barely above a whisper as he focused on his task, his movements gentle and careful. "I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. I don't know what's been happening with me lately," he paused before continuing, "I thought I could control it just fine but recently, it's like every time something goes wrong, my emotions get all out of hand and then I lose control."

You watched him silently, the weight of his guilt heavy in the air between you. "It's okay, Gar," you said softly "I know you didn't mean to hurt me."

Gar's hands trembled slightly as he worked, his focus solely on treating your wound. "I just don't understand why this is happening," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "I've never lost control like this before."

You reached out and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, offering him what comfort you could. "Sometimes, things happen that we can't explain right away," you said, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. "But you're not alone in this, Gar. You have me, Dick, the rest of the team."

Gar's gaze met yours with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty. "Thank you, Y/N," he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you returned his gaze. "Good thing you have me then."

But despite all your words of reassurance, Gar remained haunted by the fear of potentially causing you harm again. And he knew that next time he might not be so lucky to regain control so fast.

#gar logan #gar logan x reader #titans!gar logan #dc titans #imagine #titans #beast boy #beast boy x reader

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Confession - Chris Redfield

Chris Redfield X Fem!Reader

Summary: You've been ignoring Chris and he wants to know why. Will you confess or will you act like everything's fine?

Word Count: 1,460

Chris was your best friend and he had been for as long as you can remember. But something had changed between the two of you. You found yourself avoiding him, your demeanor towards him growing colder by the day. The reason was clear - you had developed feelings for him, feelings that complicated your friendship.

One evening, a sudden knock echoed through your quiet house. Who could've possibly been at your door You opened the door cautiously, not expecting to see him. Your eyes met his. The hurt in his gaze cut through you. "Y/N, why have you been avoiding me? Chris asked.

One evening, a sudden knock pierced the silence of your house. Who could've possibly been at your door this late in the evening? With cautious steps, you approached and opened the door, only to be met by Chris's pained gaze. "Y/N, why have you been avoiding me? Have I done something wrong?" Chris's voice held a mixture of confusion and hurt, making your heart clench.

Panic seized you as you struggled to find the right words. You couldn't tell him the truth, obviously, not now at least. Your heart raced as you attempted to maintain composure, avoiding his searching gaze.

"I don't know what you mean, Chris," you replied, your voice betraying the turmoil within. "Everything's fine." You attempted to brush off his question as if everything was perfectly fine - but it wasn't. Meeting his eyes, you saw the hurt reflected in them, knowing you were the cause of his pain.

"But I just...I feel like you've been acting differently lately." He reached out to touch your face, only to stop himself before he made contact. He retracted his hand like he'd just realised what he was doing. "Am I losing my mind or does it seem like you're avoiding me?" It was becoming increasingly harder for you to lie to him but you just couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth.

With each word, the tension between you grew, and you found it increasingly difficult to maintain the facade. As Chris inched closer, seeking answers, you instinctively stepped back, the distance between you palpable. "It's not you, Chris, I promise," you stammered, your voice trembling with emotion. "It's just... I've had a lot on my plate recently, and I guess I've been distant with everyone." You swallowed hard, grappling with your emotions.

He gave you a knowing look, as if he could see right through your act. "Y/N, you're lying to me. I'm supposed to be your friend and I just want you to tell me the truth." Chris looked away, the hurt evident on his face. He ran his hands through his hair. "You can trust me, and you can tell me whatever it is. But please don't try to hide it from me."

You had never thought you'd be in a situation like this; torn between the desire to confess and the fear of ruining your friendship, you found yourself at a crossroads. Chris's vulnerability was a side of him you'd never seen before and it made your heart ache. You couldn't bear seeing him hurt like this.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned all your courage. "Chris," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "it's not that I don't trust you. It's just... I'm terrified of losing what we have. Our friendship is everything to me, and the thought of risking it scares me more than anything."

Chris's gaze bore into you, searching for sincerity. "Then trust me enough to tell me," he urged gently. "Whatever it is, I swear that I will stick by your side. But I just need you to be honest with me, Y/N."

Tension gripped the room as you locked eyes with Chris, the realization sinking in that there was no way out. With a heavy sigh, you finally admitted, "Alright, Chris, you want the truth? Fine. I've been avoiding you because... because I have feelings for you, and I don't know what to do! I'm terrified that if you don't feel the same way, I'll destroy our friendship."

Your words lingered in the silence, and you couldn't bear to meet his gaze, anticipating his reaction. The deafening quiet was broken only by the thud of your heartbeats. Chris's lips curled into an unexpected smile, catching you off guard. "I knew it," he murmured softly. "I feel the same, but I was afraid to admit it."

Relief washed over you until you noticed the sadness in his smile. "What's wrong?" you asked, concern flooding your voice. "Y/N, I can't," Chris said, his tone heavy with sorrow. "We can't be together."

You felt your heart sink at his words, confusion clouding your mind. "What do you mean, Chris? Why can't we be together?" you pressed, searching his face for answers. The emotional rollercoaster of this conversation was taking its toll and you desperately needed answers. Your mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of his words.

Chris didn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the floor, shoulders slumped under the weight of his emotions. Finally, he took a deep breath, the heaviness of the moment palpable. "Look, I care about you a lot. I've never felt this way about anyone else in my entire life, I swear that," Chris said, his voice solemn, eyes meeting yours. "But I can't be with you. I don't want to ruin what we have now. You have to understand."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend his words. It was a bittersweet moment, knowing he shared your feelings but also realising he chose to prioritise your friendship over the potential for something more.

"I understand, Chris," you whispered, your voice trembling. "But why don't we at least try? You can't just say it won't work."

Chris shook his head and took another deep breath, a mixture of pain and determination in his eyes. "I'm not saying it wouldn't work, I'm just saying I don't want you to get hurt." He looked you in the eyes, trying to explain his reasoning.

"Y/N, I've never been good at relationships, okay? I've been through a lot of pain, and every relationship I've had ends in heartbreak. Do you honestly want me to ruin what we have?" He tries to laugh, but it falls flat. "Not to mention, I'm an absolute mess. You really deserve someone better."

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you grappled with the complexity of the situation. It was a mix of emotions; happiness that he shared your feelings and heartbreak that he was pushing you away for fear of causing pain. "Chris, you're not a mess. And I'm willing to take that risk," you said, your voice trembling but nonetheless determined. "I'd rather die knowing I took that chance than live my life regretting the fact that I never tried."

"That's the thing, Y/N. You don't understand. I don't want you to have to go through any pain," Chris said, fighting back the tears that were starting to form in his eyes. "Please, just let it go."

You never thought you'd see Chris cry. His facade of strength and courage was the reason you'd always looked up to him, even as adults. Seeing this side of him broke your heart.

You wanted to listen to Chris, you wanted to let it go but something inside wouldn't let you. You were set on your choice. You wanted to be with him. "Chris, please don't push me away," your voice broke as you spoke.

"Y/N, I can't. You don't know what you're asking. Please..." He didn't finish his sentence, instead he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair and letting out a long, drawn-out sigh.

You noticed that Chris's chest was trembling with emotion. The strong man you'd always known and respected had officially cracked. You realised that he was always just a broken soldier underneath that facade of courage.

In that emotional embrace, you held Chris tightly, letting him release all the pent-up emotions he'd been carrying. The weight of your feelings, the complexity of the situation, and the vulnerability of the moment were overwhelming. He stroked your back gently.

After a while, Chris began to pull away slightly, his eyes still moist. "Y/N, I don't want to hurt you, but I can't deny how I feel either. We'll take it slow, alright? Let's see where this leads."

You nodded, your heart filled with a mix of hope and worry. He felt the same way. You looked up at him, slowly starting to lean in. The moment felt electric as your lips met his in a gentle yet hesitant kiss.

#chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 remake #re8 #re8r #re village #imagine #re8 chris redfield

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Jealousy - Carlos Oliveira

Carlos Oliveira X Fem!Reader

Summary: Carlos gets jealous when one of your friends 'flirts' with you, causing you two to get in an argument.

Word Count: 1,271

Carlos and you return to your shared apartment after a night out with friends. He takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes, then sinks into the couch, visibly troubled by jealousy. In his mind, another guy had been getting too close to you at the party and Carlos is seriously struggling to conceal his sadness.

He's upset but he doesn't want to tell you why; he's way more sad than angry.

As you ask him what's wrong for what seems like the thousandth time, he just gives you the same vague response - "I'm fine."

It's obvious that's a lie though. You release a quiet sigh, knowing that something is wrong and you're determined to uncover the truth. "Carlos, I can tell something's bothering you. Please, just talk to me."

He sighs and lies straight to your face once again, "I'm just tired, honey," pretending to rub his eyes dramatically. In reality, his mind is in turmoil. It's way too loud and chaotic currently.

And you see right through his lies. He has always been an awful liar. So he can see that you aren't accepting his answer, you cross your arms over your chest, waiting for an actual response.

"...I don't want you to hang out with that guy anymore.." The words finally leave his mouth in a quiet voice. He avoids making eye contact with you while sitting on the end of the couch.

You feel your face twist in confusion as you look at him, trying to understand what could've made him feel this way. "Him? Why?"

"Please don't act like you don't know why," he says, looking up at you with a frown. His jealousy is intensifying and his tone is firm.

You feel even more puzzled at his words. You genuinely can't see anything wrong with your friend. Because there is nothing.

"Well, I can't pretend if I really don't know," you respond.

He sighs, frustrated, and leans back against the back of the couch. Carlos is really upset now, not knowing how to deal with these emotions he's experiencing. He can feel the anger creeping up on him as he looks at you once again.

"He's too flirty."

Flirty? You guys were just talking. What on earth is Carlos talking about?

"He wasn't flirting with me, Carlos."

"Yes, he was! He was checking you out all night long. How can you not see that?!" he almost yells the words out, his anger starting to get worse.

Annoyed, you start to raise your voice at him, "He's just a friend! He's like my brother! Why the fuck are you acting so overprotective?"

Carlos sits back up, raising his voice as well. It's almost like a competition of who can yell louder at this point.

"I'm not being overprotective - I'm defending our relationship! I'm not comfortable with that guy around you. Honey, you know how he feels about you!"

You guys are literally just friends. Seriously, what is Carlos' problem?

"Carlos, he doesn't have a crush on me. We're friends. Nothing more."

Carlos is about to snap. This isn't going well at all.

"He does have a crush on you, okay? It's obvious. He's doing all these things because he wants you!"

Oh, if you weren't pissed already then you definitely are now.

"God. Can't I just have a male friend without you automatically assuming they like me?!"

"It's not just any male friend, Y/N! This time he does like you! I know when a guy has a thing for you!" he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down slightly but still visibly agitated.

Your brows furrow as you speak, "How do you know that? Besides he knows I'm in a relationship. He's not like that."

Carlos lets out a loud sigh. "I have a better idea, Y/N. Why don't you just admit that you like the attention he is giving you?" Wow. That just.. came out. It sounded a bit harsh. Maybe he didn't actually mean that.

"What the fuck is that meant to mean?" You pause for a moment before continuing, "You know what, don't answer that. You're actually being such an asshole right now."

Carlos feels the weight of his words sinking in, regret starting to creep in. He knows he's crossed a line with his accusation, but his jealousy and insecurity have clouded his judgment. He looks at you, seeing the hurt in your eyes, and feels a pang of guilt.

He sits in silence for a moment, then, he stands up and moves towards you, wanting to apologise.

"I didn't think before I said that. I'm sorry, babe... I didn't mean it," he apologises. Part of you wants to push him away, but another part just wants this to be done already.

"Don't," you say looking up at him sadly, "Don't pretend like you didn't mean that."

Carlos is hurt by your reaction. His heart sinks as he realizes the depth of the hurt he's caused. He takes a step back, feeling the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. He sits down again, he doesn't know what else to do. As he sits down, he feels a strange feeling in his stomach. He wants to cry. That comment was stupid, his behaviour was stupid, he is stupid.

"I'm going to the bedroom," you tell him, your voice cracking as you try to hold back some tears.

"Honey!.." Carlos lets out, but it's too late. You've left the room and gone back to your bedroom, alone.

Carlos sits alone in the living room, knowing he messed up. He's filled with regret for letting his jealousy get the best of him and saying hurtful things. As he sits there in the silence, he replays the argument in his mind, wishing he could take back his words and handle the situation differently.

As soon as you sit on the bed, you start to sob, letting it all out as you think about the argument.

Carlos is feeling miserable too. But instead of crying, he is beating himself up for the stupid things he said to you. He feels really bad.

After some time passes in complete silence, he can't take it anymore. He stands up and walks into the bedroom. As he walks in, he hears you crying but you don't hear him enter.

Carlos sits down on the edge of the bed, having an intense urge to hug you.

He puts a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, I.." he says as he chokes up. He wants to apologize properly but he doesn't know how.

You look over at him, eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry, Carlos. I didn't mean to shout or call you an asshole. You were just trying to look out for me. I'm sorry."

Carlos pulls you gently into a tight hug. He can hear your sniffling and just wants to make you feel better.

"Shh, it's okay.." He whispers, "I'm the one who owes you an apology, here I am - trying to look out for our relationship and then I say the stupidest things."

You hug him back and chuckle softly as you speak, "I think we both said some dumb things."

Carlos smiles, feeling a bit relieved. "You're right, I just got a bit caught up by that jealous feeling. I'm not sure how to deal with it. I don't want to be an overprotective boyfriend."

"Just talk to me next time, Carlos."

"I will, honey." Carlos smiles and pulls you closer to him and that's how you spend most of the night - in each other's arms.

#carlos oliveira #imagine #resident evil #resident evil 3 #resident evil 3 remake #re3 #re3r #re3 remake #re3 carlos #carlos oliveira x reader

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✧ RE Masterlist ✧

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Masterlist of all my imagines and preferences of the Resident Evil Characters! :)

(these aren't the only characters I write for so if you have a request for someone else then feel free to send it)

Leon Kennedy:

—> cold

—> gone

Luis Sera:

—>

Jill Valentine:

—> hurt

—> return

Carlos Oliveira:

—> jealousy

—> nemesis

Chris Redfield:

—> confession

Preferences:

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#leon kennedy #jill valentine #carlos oliveira #chris redfield #imagine #resident evil #resident evil 2 #resident evil 3 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 8 #resident evil 2 remake #resident evil 3 remake #resident evil 4 remake #re2 #re2r #re2 remake #re3 #re3r #re3 remake #re4 #re4r #re4 remake #leon kennedy x reader #jill valentine x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #chris redfield x reader

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Cold (pt. 1 & 2) - Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy X Fem!Reader

Summary: You can't help but feel jealous when Leon goes to Ada instead of you, so you start acting cold towards him.

Word Count: 1,791

You and Leon have just completed the first part of your mission. It was challenging, but the two of you managed to pull through. Turning to Leon, you're about to ask if he's alright, but you notice he's already talking with Ada.

"Are you okay?" he asks Ada, checking her over for any injuries.

"Of course," she replies.

You can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at his words. Why did he ask Ada first and seemingly overlook you? 'This is silly,' you think to yourself. 'Why am I feeling jealous?'

Deciding to let it go, you start to walk over to Luis and Ashley. They look in your direction, both their eyes slightly widening at your state. "Whoa, you look like you've been through a lot. Are you alright?" Ashley asks, concern evident in her tone.

"I'm okay," you reply, though you aren't being entirely truthful. And it's like Ashley can tell because she says, "I'll grab some bandages for you." She offers you a warm smile before walking away.

When she's gone, a silence settles between you and Luis until he finally speaks up, "Hey, I can help patch you up if you'd like."

"That'd be wonderful, Luis. Thank you," You reply, flashing him a small, grateful smile.

Not too long after, Ashley returns, holding the bandages. "I got the bandages, Y/N!" she announces.

Luis looks over at her and it's as if they spoke without actually using any words because Ashley hands the bandages to him. He skillfully begins tending to your wound; the cut on your upper arm isn't too severe, but it still stings. At least now, you won't have to worry about infection.

Meanwhile, Leon finally enters the room and glances over at the scene, looking somewhat puzzled as he notices Luis tending to your arm. Luis meets his gaze, an air of disappointment in his expression - as if he knew what happened earlier without you even having to explain it to him.

As you glance toward the doorway, you notice Leon slowly approaching. "You got hurt? I didn't realize," he says, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Oh, I'm alright. Luis was helping me bandage up a cut on my arm," You explain, subtly moving Leon's hand away from your shoulder. Silently, you think to yourself, 'No thanks to you,' though you try to refrain from actually saying those words.

Turning your attention back to Luis, you begin, "Thank you, Luis. I really appreciate your help."

"Of course! I'm always here if you need me," Luis responds warmly, placing his arm around your shoulder.

Leon, with his arms crossed, observes your interaction with Luis, looking almost mad, though you assume you're just seeing things. Leon interjects, "Next time, please just tell me if you're hurt, alright?"

You glance at him, saying, "I'll be alright. Your focus should be on protecting Ashley. That's our main priority after all."

Leon's brows furrow slightly as he replies, "I'd still like to know if you're injured next time. We are partners, after all. Y/N, I care about you..."

You don't let him finish, instead you interrupt him, addressing the rest of the group, "Alright, everyone, it's time to get moving." You begin to rise from your seat, and Luis releases his grip on you. Leon, on the other hand, lets out a subdued sigh.

(Timeskip - approximately 3 hours later)

You notice Luis standing nearby, so you start making your way over to him, leaving Leon, who's by your side. "Luis-" You begin to speak, but before you can say more, you feel a hand wrap around your uninjured arm.

"Y/N, stay close to me," Leon urges.

You gaze up at him, a hint of frustration in your expression. "I'm just going over there to Luis."

He glances down at you, his grip on your arm ever so slightly tightening. "Just stay close to me."

Your irritation flares and you can't contain your frustration for any longer. "What's gotten into you?" You ask but before he could reply, you continue, "You're being so clingy."

"Don't pretend like you're any better. You're acting distant," he retorts.

"I'm just focused on the mission, Leon. You should be too," you reply.

"How can I focus when you're being like this?"

You respond, your tone colder than you intended for it to be, "My behaviour shouldn't matter when our top priority is getting Ashley home safely."

Leon pauses as if he's contemplating something. "Is this about-"

But you've had enough, not letting him finish his question. "I'm done here. We're just wasting time."

You walk away from him, feeling his grip release your arm and you make your way over to talk to Ashley. As you approach, Ashley asks, her curiosity evident, "What was that all about? It looked... intense."

You let out a sigh, reflecting on your earlier behaviour. "You're right. I guess I was just being dramatic. He doesn't deserve this petty treatment."

Ashley presses further, looking somewhat concerned, "What happened?"

"It's not a big deal, really. I'm just upset with him. It happens when you care about someone who doesn't feel the same way."

Ashley continues to probe the topic gently, "How do you know that he doesn't?"

"I guess I can just tell. Enough about that, though. My focus is on getting you home safely," You assure her with a small smile.

You glance back at Leon, who appears to be inspecting a cut on his arm that you didn't notice earlier. After a moment of contemplation, you walk over to him and begin to bandage his cut up.

You finally decide to address the issue that's been weighing so heavily on your mind, "I'm sorry, Leon."

He's silent for a moment, as if lost in thought, until he responds, "We should talk."

"I agree, but later." You finish bandaging the cut and start to walk away. He grabs your hand, but you gently pull away, saying, "Later."

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You, Leon, Luis, and Ashley have been walking for a while. Ada would be here as well but she left to do her own thing, like always. The four of you agreed that a break is very much needed. You spot a place nearby that looks somewhat safe - at least enough to rest for a few minutes.

"Guys, should we stop here?" you ask the rest of your group. Leon responds to your question, "It looks safe enough."

As everyone begins to head over to the spot for a break, Leon approaches you. "Y/N, can we talk now?"

You glance at the rest of your group and after a moment of thinking it through, you agree, "Sure, but let's find a quieter spot. They don't need to hear us."

Leon nods and you lead him to an area where your group can still see you but they can't hear your conversation.

"So... would you like to start?" you ask, reluctant to be the first to bring up the situation; you always hate being the person to start the conversation.

"Yes. Why the hell were you acting so cold earlier?" Leon says, leaning against a nearby tree, his arms crossed defensively.

You briefly look away, trying to find the right words to say. Of course you know the real reason but you can't tell Leon that so you search for an excuse. But to no avail. You've never been a great liar. So you might as well get this over with.

"I was jealous," you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Why?" Leon presses, clearly wanting to understand why you felt that way.

"When we returned, you went straight to Ada, asking her if she was okay. You didn't acknowledge me at all," you admit, your voice quivering - much to your dismay.

"I'm sorry, I should've asked about you too. But why does it matter who I ask first?" Leon asks, confusion etched onto his features.

"Because... Leon, I have feelings for you," you confess softly, surprised that those words have actually just come out of your mouth.

"What?" Leon seems confused, thinking he might've misheard you.

"Because I have feelings for you! Is that clear enough for you?" you exclaim, your voice louder than you intended due to how nervous you are currently.

Leon gaze searches your face, trying to decide if you're being serious. To him, it seems as if you are but he still remains slightly skeptical.

He sighs heavily before responding, "Y/N, I feel the same way. I wasn't sure how you actually felt about me, so I.. spent more time with Ada. I hoped that it would make me forget my feelings for you - but it didn't."

You fall silent, processing his words. "So, you went to Ada first in order to hide your feelings for me?"

"Pretty much," he confirms.

A smile forms on your face and you slowly lean in to kiss him. His hands reach for your waist, drawing you closer and you share a passionate kiss.

Leon holds you close to him, the kiss remaining unbroken. When you finally pull away for air, you keep your hands on his chest, feeling your cheeks flush as you realise what you've just done. As you start to withdraw your hands, you notice a small smirk on his face.

Leon, noticing your movement, gently catches your wrist to stop you. He doesn't say anything; he just simply looks at you before leaning in for another kiss. Soon, his arms are wrapped around you once more.

When you pull away from the kiss for a second time, you hug him, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Leon closes his eyes, holding you close to his body.

You begin to speak softly, "Leon, I'm sorry for acting so cold earlier. You didn't deserve it. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. I honestly kind of deserved it," he chuckled softly. He asks, "Should we head back to Luis and Ashley?"

You nod, and as you start walking back, he holds your hand and your fingers intertwine with his.

As you and Leon walk back towards Luis and Ashley, holding hands and feeling a newfound warmth between you, you can't help but smile at the turn of events. The tension that has been hanging between you dissolved into something sweeter, and it seemed like a weight lifted off both of your shoulders.

As you rejoin the group, Luis and Ashley exchange knowing glances, their expressions reflecting their understanding of what just happened between you and Leon. They didn't pry or ask questions, understanding and respecting your need for privacy.

The rest of your journey continued with a different atmosphere - one filled with subtle glances and shared smiles between you and Leon.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #imagine #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #re4 #re4 leon #re4r #re4 remake

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Hurt - Jill Valentine

Jill Valentine X Fem!Reader

Summary: You get injured by a Pale Head and Jill has to help you before it's too late.

Word Count: 1,103

September 28, 1998.

The day the world went to utter shit.

You and your girlfriend, Jill, have once again found yourselves caught up in a dire situation. This time, however, it involves fucking zombies, of all things.

Currently, you're sat in a room deep within Umbrella's underground lab, propped up against a cold, unforgiving wall.

You and Jill had been fighting some sort of monster that might have been called a 'Pale Head'. Or at least that's what you think it was. Both you and Jill had been trying to kill the fucker, not realising it's fast regeneration. While trying to kill it, it dug its nasty claws into your thigh, ripping the skin. As it viciously tore into your thigh, a scream escaped your lips, the pain finally registering.

You were now left with an excruciating wound, that was bleeding more and more by the second.

Jill shot her gun one last time at the creature, knocking it down for god knows how long. All you hoped for was that it would be long enough for you to get to a safe spot.

You were barely standing as you tried to stop the intense bleeding coming from your thigh. Jill immediately ran over to you, wrapping your arm around her shoulder, her arm going around your waist.

"Y/N, you're going to be okay... I promise," she said, still panting as she tried to catch her breath from the fight that happened just seconds ago.

She led you away and into some room that surprisingly didn't have any undead lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out at you at any given second.

"I have to let go of you for a second, Y/N. I have to lock the door. Can you stand on your own?" Jill looked down at you as she spoke.

As she spoke to you, you noticed the concern that was painted across her face and the worry that laced her voice.

"Y-yeah. I think so," you stuttered, feeling dizzy and light-headed as you responded.

"Alright. Ready?" Jill asked, her words filled with a tone of uneasiness.

You gave her one small and simple nod and as soon as you did, she let go of you. Immediately, she went to lock the door. You swayed for a couple of seconds before falling to the ground, just barely catching yourself. You leaned against a wall, now sitting.

After successfully locking the door, Jill turned back to you and straight away took notice of how pale and weak you looked. She rushed to you, kneeling on the ground next to you.

"Fucking hell, Y/N. That doesn't look good at all," she mumbled as her gaze locked on the wound on your thigh and then back on your face, "How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted. I don't know how much longer I can last like this, Jill..." You sounded just as drained as you felt..Tears shimmered in your eyes, threatening to spill. The pain, the fatigue, it was all just more than you could ever possibly handle.

"Please don't say that. You'll be fine. We'll make it out of this, together." It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself rather than you.

Jill's hand reached out to yours. She let her hand rest on top of yours, her hands extremely warm in comparison to yours. Or maybe you were just extremely cold.

Sweat fell from your forehead and down your face, even though you felt like you were freezing. This wasn't looking good. You were even starting to get a fever.

"I'm going to look for some bandages. Something has to be around here," Jill said, now standing up, letting go of your hand.

She didn't realise just how bad this whole thing was until now. Her fear and anxiety were at an all-time high. She was scared for you. She didn't want you to leave her yet. She wasn't ready at all.

You just nodded your head once, feeling even more tired than before; if that was even possible at this point. Jill looked around the room, opening every single cabinet that she could.

As a S.T.A.R.S. officer, Jill had basic first aid knowledge that she would hopefully be able to use in this situation. You trusted her and you knew she'd try her best, no matter what.

After finishing looking around the room, she came back with some bandages and a bottle that looked like it could be antiseptic.

Jill looked down at you and she noticed how you were finding breathing harder and harder. Your breathing appeared difficult and shallow. She knew she would have to act fast.

"Y/N, I have to warn you; this is going to sting like a bitch," she felt sorry for the fact she was about to cause you more pain, but it had to be done.

"Just.. do it," your words came out quiet, almost like a whisper. You just wanted this to be over with already.

Jill pours some antiseptic onto a gauze pad. Almost right away, she wipes the gauze over your wound causing you to bite your lip and draw in a sharp breath. She muttered a small 'sorry' as she cleaned the wound on your thigh.

Once she was done, Jill put some dressing directly on top of the wound. She then wrapped a bandage over the dressing.

You felt like you were about to pass out. You had lost so much blood in such a small amount of time, it was honestly a miracle you were still alive. "It's done," she told you as she glanced at your face, "Y/N?"

You're on the brink of unconsciousness. But it's almost like hearing your girlfriend's voice makes you feel like you have to fight. You can't leave her alone. Not now, not ever. You try to fight the exhaustion, for Jill.

"Hm?" is all you could say.

You don't have the energy to say anything else. But you just want to let her know you're still here, with her.

"Just hold on. I'm not letting you die tonight. Not like this," her words are filled with a tone of confidence. She's not letting you go out this way.

A small smile plays on the edge of your lips at her words. You manage to gather enough energy to respond, "I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N. That's why I have to get you out of here."

She scoops you up into her arms, holding you bridal style. She's ready to take on anything and everything, just for you.

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Protective - Trevor Belmont

Trevor Belmont X Fem!Reader

Summary: When a drunk stranger crosses boundaries with you, Trevor's patience is tested.

Word Count: 822

You and Trevor sit opposite eachother at a table in a tavern. The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow as you sit together, enjoying each other's company. Trevor shares tales of his adventures hunting creatures of the night, while you share stories about your magical abilities.

Everything is going perfectly fine until a rowdy figure stumbles toward your table.

The figure, a burly man with a rough demeanor, slurs his words as he boldly takes a seat beside you. The scent of ale is evident, showing that he's clearly drunk. His eyes linger on your body for a moment too long and Trevor seems to notice.

The man wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. You immediately feel uncomfortable but you say nothing as you're not one to usually speak up for yourself.

Trevor tightens his grip on his tankard, a subtle growl escaping his throat. His jaw clenches with a hint of jealousy and frustration as the stranger's words get more slurred as well as inappropriate. Trevor glares at the intruder, his steely gaze fixed on the man's hand around your shoulders.

You glance at Trevor, who's wearing a scowl that matches the intensity of his piercing gaze. You shoot Trevor a pleading look, silently urging him to handle the situation without escalating into violence.

Trevor's patience wears thin. "I suggest you remove your arm unless you want it broken," he warns, his tone sharp.

The man, momentarily taken aback by Trevor's stern demeanor, smirks defiantly and instead he chuckles, "No need to be so serious, friend. Just having a bit of fun."

Trevor's fist clenches, the veins on his arm pulsating with restrained anger. He narrows his eyes, his demeanor turning more menacing. His chair scraping against the wooden floor, he stands up. "Last warning," Trevor grits through clenched teeth. He steps forward, his imposing figure towering over the unwelcome stranger.

The man, still not fully grasping the gravity of the situation, stumbles to his feet, slurring his words, "And what are you gonna do if I don't leave?" the man asks tauntingly.

Trevor's eyes narrow, a dangerous edge to his glare. You finally muster the courage to speak, "Please, let's not make a scene." But it's like your words fall on deaf ears. Neither of the men react to your plea, acting as if you hadn't even said anything.

Trevor, his eyes never leaving the unruly figure, speaks with a low, threatening growl, "If you don't leave now, you'll regret it." The stranger, sensing the escalating tension, smirks arrogantly.

You decide to step in before either of the men do something they'll regret. You rise from your chair and plant yourself by Trevor's side, grabbing his hand gently. "Trevor, it's not even that big of a deal! Let's just get out of here," you say, hoping to ease some of the tension.

Trevor reluctantly turns his gaze from the unruly man to you, his expression softening. He takes a deep breath, visibly trying to control his anger.

He appears to calm down until the man speaks again, "Yeah, listen to the pretty lady." Trevor's patience snaps, and he delivers a powerful punch to the stranger's jaw, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Trevor!" you call out, shocked. You hadn't expected him to do that.

Trevor stands over the fallen man, his chest heaving with restrained anger. He turns to you, a mix of frustration and regret in his eyes.

"I tried to warn him," Trevor mutters, his grip on your hand tightening. The tavern patrons exchange uneasy glances as Trevor leads you towards the exit.

Outside, under the moonlit night, Trevor sighs, his tension slowly dissipating. As you both walk through the dimly lit streets, Trevor breaks the silence. "I didn't want things to escalate," he says, his gaze softening as he looks at you. "But no one should disrespect you like that."

You squeeze his hand reassuringly. "I appreciate that, Trevor. Though, you probably could've found a better way to deal with it. Like maybe without using your fists," you say, a small smile playing on your face. As much as you want to be mad at Trevor for punching a stranger, you understand why he did it.

As you continue through the dimly lit streets, Trevor nods, a hint of regret in his eyes. "I know, princess. Sometimes my temper gets the best of me. I'll try to work on it, I promise."

As you both reach home, you kick off your shoes and collapse onto the bed, tired after your fairly eventful evening. Trevor goes to lay down beside you, neither of you saying a word. You rest your head on his chest and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close.

Shortly after, you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Trevor pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and whispering, "Goodnight, princess."

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Blood - Vlad Tepes

Dracula X Fem!Reader

Summary: You hate being a vampire and you don't believe anyone can change your mind. But can Vlad do the impossible? Or will he fail?

Word Count: 1,134

Vlad slowly opens the door to your shared bedroom in his grand castle and his eyes stop on your small, frail body laying in the bed. Vlad observes your weakened state. He can't help but notice the sickly paleness of your skin and the fatigue in your eyes. His gaze now holds concern as he decides to address what's been bothering him lately.

"Why do you persist in these inefficient methods, my dear?" Vlad questions, his voice a velvet whisper. "You must drink blood to thrive, yet you deny yourself."

You almost physically recoil from the mere suggestion, fear etched across your face. Just the thought of consuming the blood of another human being sends shivers down your spine.

In the dimly lit room, Vlad approaches you, his presence commanding yet strangely gentle. "My love, you need to embrace your true nature," he urges, a hint of desperation in his voice. As he reaches out to caress your cheek, you can feel the familiar warmth of his touch, giving you a sense of comfort.

You meet his intense gaze, torn between your human morality and the undeniable reality of your weakening state. "I cannot, Vlad. I did not choose this fate, and I shall not inflict suffering upon others due to it," you protest, your voice wavering.

As Vlad contemplates your words, a conflicted expression crosses his immortal face. The tension in the room thickens, accentuated by the flickering candlelight. "I understand your moral quandary, my dear, but you are withering away before my very eyes," Vlad murmurs, his crimson eyes reflecting both love and worry.

After a moment of pure silence, you decide to speak up, your voice slowly getting quieter as a result of your lack of energy. "Why can't you see that this is not about morals? Vlad, I truly loathe what I have become. And if I must continue to live like this... then I harbor no desire to continue living."

Vlad's eyes darken with a mixture of frustration and sorrow. "You do not mean that," he mutters, unable to comprehend that his wife, the love of his life, would feel such a thing as this. You love him, despite the fact that he is a vampire, yet you despise yourself for the very same thing.

"I love you, Vlad. However, I do not wish to continue this conversation for any longer. I am far too fatigued and simply desire some rest," you say, hoping that he will finally stop talking about this. Yes, you hate yourself for being a vampire. You didn't choose this life so why should you make others suffer for it? Animals, humans - it isn't their fault that you are the way you are so you will not inflict harm upon them simply to sustain yourself.

With a deep sigh, Vlad reluctantly nods, his expression a mix of resignation and concern. He leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead, whispering, "Rest, my love. We shall revisit this discussion another day."

He gets up to leave but you reach out, grabbing his hand. "Can you stay with me?"

"Of course, my dear," he responds softly, settling beside you. You lay your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating. He wraps a protective arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.

As you drift into a troubled sleep, Vlad remains by your side, watching over you with a worried gaze. After some time goes by, Vlad carefully gets up, making sure not to wake you. He leaves the room and returns minutes later with a vial of blood in hand. Vlad carefully approaches your sleeping form and with a tinge of guilt, he administers you a small dose of blood, hoping it's enough to keep you alive until he can find some way for you to drink blood without harming others.

Silently, he curses you and your stupid morals; if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be suffering like this. But he knows he can't change the way you are so all he can do is try to find a method to sustain you without resorting to the traditional vampiric ways.

He heads to a different part of a castle where he immerses himself in ancient scrolls and tomes, seeking a solution. Vlad can't bear to see you so weak for much longer. He knows that if he doesn't find a solution, the fate that awaits you is something he doesn't even want to consider a possibility. He can't fathom losing you.

The next morning, you wake up to find the room filled with an eerie silence. Vlad's absence is palpable, and a sense of foreboding settles over you. As you explore the castle in search of him, you suddenly feel very dizzy. You lean against the wall for support but it's not much help. After a couple of seconds, your vision goes black and you faint, your body falling to the floor.

Vlad hears the sound of your collapsing body and within seconds, he's by your side. He finds you unconscious on the floor, and panic grips his undead heart. His eyes are wide with worry, concern etched on his face. He gently lifts you, cradling you in his arms. The guilt gnaws at him; he wasn't able to help you in time, and now you're paying the price.

"I should have been faster," Vlad whispers to himself, regret coloring his words. He carries you back to the bedroom, placing you on the bed with utmost care. As Vlad lays you on the bed, a mixture of guilt and determination fills his crimson eyes. He gazes at your unconscious form, vowing silently to find a solution before it's too really too late.

With a heavy heart, Vlad continues his relentless search, the castle's ancient texts and hidden knowledge becoming his refuge. Days turn into nights, and Vlad's desperation intensifies.

But in the end, it just wasn't enough.

In your final moments, Vlad kneels by your lifeless body, grief-stricken. His crimson eyes, once vibrant with determination, now reflect the emptiness that consumes him. For the first time in years, he is truly alone. He clutches your lifeless hand, feeling the chill that has now replaced the warmth he once cherished.

As Vlad gazes at your lifeless form, a single tear slips from his eyes. "I'll love you forever, Y/N Tepes," he whispers, wishing you were actually here to hear his words. But you're not. And Vlad feels that it's all his fault. It's all his fault that the love of his life died. All his fault that you're no longer here. He wishes he could bring you back, but this isn't some romantic fantasy where you can just magically come back to life; this is reality.

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✧ Castlevania Masterlist ✧

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Masterlist of all my imagines and preferences of the Castlevania Characters! :)

Adrian Tepes / Alucard

—> wounded

Trevor Belmont

—> protective

Vlad Tepes / Dracula

—> blood

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Wounded - Alucard

Alucard X GN!Reader

Summary: You get injured and Alucard takes care of you.

Word Count: 998

As the moon casts an eerie glow over the forest, the night creatures slowly start to close in. You, Trevor, Alucard and Sypha fight valiantly. That is until one of the creatures swipes at you with it's dirty, elongated claws. It makes contact with your side and blood almost immediately starts oozing out the wound but you don't realise thanks to the adrenaline you're feeling. With one swift swipe of your sword, the creature tumbles to the ground, any life leaving its body.

As soon as you're certain that the creature is dead, you look down and notice how much blood you're actually losing. The adrenaline slowly wears off and you feel an intense pain spreading through your body. Your hand grips your side and when you look at your hand, a thick, red liquid covers it. You're used to seeing blood but this time something feels different and suddenly, your legs give out beneath you, your body falling to the ground.

Alucard turns to you, hearing the impact of your body hitting the ground. When he notices you on the ground, he immediately dashes towards you, concern etched on his face. He kneels by your side, his worry palpable in his piercing gaze. Alucard's gentle voice breaks through the chaos, urgency lacing his words, "Are you alright?"

Trevor and Sypha continue to hold off the remaining creatures, occasionally glancing your way with concern.

The pain intensifies, each breath a struggle, but you manage to weakly nod, attempting to reassure Alucard. "I'm fine. Just a small scratch," you say, but your words fool nobody, especially not Alucard. He can read you like an open book and he knows when you're lying to him, like right now.

Ignoring the searing pain, you force yourself to sit up, only just realising the puddle of blood that formed beneath your body. The blood keeps flowing and it just doesn't stop. This can't be just a normal scratch. It's far too deep and something's... wrong.

As you struggle to maintain composure, Alucard's eyes narrow with concern and suspicion. He quickly assesses the severity of your wound, realizing that this is serious. Despite your attempts to downplay it, he knows better.

Trevor and Sypha, still engaged in battle, cast worried glances in your direction. The night creatures seem to sense an opportunity and press their advantage, intensifying their attacks.

Alucard's voice becomes more urgent, "We need to get you out of here. This wound is more serious than you're letting on." You shake your head weakly, not wanting your injury to distract you from the currently more important task - defeating the night creatures. "No, Alucard, I've already told you that I'm alright. Trevor and Sypha need you more right now," you say, not wanting to burden him with your current state.

"Y/N," he grumbles, a small tinge of frustration in his voice evident when you try to brush off the severity of your injury.

Without another word, Alucard lifts you gently off the ground, cradling you in his arms. With determination, he glides through the battlefield, skillfully dodging attacks while also protecting you at the same time.

Trevor and Sypha, seeing the situation at hand, hurry to cover your escape.

As you're carried by Alucard, the pain becomes unbearable, and your vision starts to blur. Alucard, with a mix of worry and determination, glances down at you, "Stay with me, Y/N. We're almost there."

Alucard navigates through the dark forest, dodging attacks and ensuring your safety. Trevor and Sypha fight off as much of the relentless night creatures as they can, forming something that somewhat resembles a path.

As the pain becomes overwhelming, your consciousness teeters on the edge. Alucard's voice cuts through the haze, urging you to stay conscious, though you're starting to wonder if even that's enough to keep you from losing consciousness.

Finally, the group reaches a secluded clearing. Alucard carefully lays you down, his hands now stained with your blood. Trevor and Sypha, having fought off the pursuing creatures, join Alucard's side.

Alucard's stern expression softens as he examines your worsening condition. He urgently looks around the clearing for a solution. Trevor and Sypha stand by, their concern mirrored in their expressions. Alucard, his eyes glowing with determination, declares, "We need a way to stop the bleeding. Sypha, do you have any healing spells?"

Sypha nods, her hands already starting to weave intricate patterns in the air. As she channels her magic, Alucard tears a piece of cloth from his own attire. "We'll need a makeshift bandage," he states, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation.

Alucard swiftly ties the makeshift bandage around your wound as Sypha's healing magic takes effect. The pain begins to subside, and the bleeding slows down. Alucard's gaze remains fixed on you, his relief evident as he sees your skin go back to its normal colour, compared to how pale it was before.

Once the immediate danger has passed, Alucard leans in close, his eyes searching yours. "You scared me," he admits, his voice a low whisper filled with emotion. You manage a weak smile in return, your energy coming back to you slowly but surely.

The group takes a moment to catch their breath in the serene clearing. Alucard remains by your side, his concern still palpable. As the moonlight filters through the trees, Alucard tentatively reaches for your hand. Your fingers intertwine, a silent understanding passing between you two.

Trevor breaks the silence, his gruff voice cutting through the stillness, "Well, that was a bit more excitement than I bargained for." Sypha chuckles, her laughter echoing in the clearing, "We make quite the team, don't we?"

Alucard, his gaze never leaving you, nods in agreement.

The group decides to rest in the clearing for the night, tending to injuries and sharing stories around a small campfire. Alucard remains attentive to your needs for the rest of the night, making sure that you're okay after all of today's events.

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Preference: They accidentally hurt you

Titans Characters X Fem!Reader

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Gar Logan, Conner Kent, Kory Anders, Donna Troy & Hank Hall.

Dick Grayson:

You and Dick had gotten into an argument and it was getting heated. He was risking the team's life by making stupid and reckless decisions, or at least that's what they were in your opinion.

Without thinking, you yell, "You don't have to risk everyone's lives just because Jason died and you think it's your fault!"

SLAP!

Dick's hand makes contact with your face as he slaps you in a fit of rage. The room seems to freeze as Dick's eyes widen with horror at the realisation of what he's just done. Your hand instinctively reaches to your cheek, the hurt in your eyes making your boyfriend feel even more guilty.

Dick immediately recoils, his expression shifting from anger to deep regret. "Fuck. Y/N, I... I didn't mean to," he stammers, his voice filled with remorse. He takes a step back, grappling with the weight of his actions. His eyes search yours, pleading for forgiveness, but the pain in your gaze is palpable.

Dick takes a hesitant step forward. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Y/N, I'm so fucking sorry," he murmurs, regret etched across his face. He reaches out to cup your cheek, however, fear grips you, and you instinctively shrink back, avoiding his touch.

"I need some space," you finally manage to say, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and sadness. He nods solemnly, understanding he fucked up badly.

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Jason Todd:

You and Jason were training and since you were still fairly new to the team, you thought it'd be nice to train with Jason as you're the closest with him.

You're meant to block his hits but as the bo staff heads your way, you hesitate for some reason and react too late, resulting in Jason accidentally hurting you as the staff strikes you. It's just a small mistake and it doesn't hurt too badly but he immediately rushes to your side.

"Shit. Babe, are you okay?" His concerned expression mirrors his regret. You give him a small, reassuring smile, saying, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's probably just a small bruise anyway. Let's just get back to training."

He shakes his head, still looking guilty even though it wasn't his fault. "No, let's just finish here. You shouldn't keep training if you're hurt. We can always train tomorrow," Jason insists, genuine concern in his eyes. You know there's no point in arguing with him, so you just sigh and nod.

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Gar Logan:

You and Gar were alone in the Titans Tower, where Gar was struggling to stay in his human form. He was incredibly upset (you didn't know why) and his intense emotions were causing him to shapeshift into an animal, which he was trying to prevent.

"Y/N.. You need to.. go," he whispers, his voice strained as he tries to fight against the transformation. Concern etched across your face, you refuse to leave his side. You assure him, "Gar, I'm not leaving you alone like this."

You try to reach out to touch his trembling hand, but before you can make contact, Gar involuntarily shifts into a green tiger. In his tiger form, Gar loses control and accidentally swipes at you with his claws. The scratch isn't too deep, but it's enough to draw blood and sting, causing you to step back in shock. Gar, now more distressed, manages to regain control, turning back into his human form as he apologizes frantically.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I- I lost control. I didn't mean to hurt you," he stammered, rushing to your side, panic etched across his face.

You assess the scratch on your arm, trying to downplay the pain, not wanting to make him feel worse. "Gar, it's okay. It wasn't your fault. Besides, it doesn't even hurt that bad."

Gar, tormented by guilt, searches for a first aid kit in the Tower. As he tends to your wound, you insist that it wasn't his fault, attempting to calm him in his distressed state. While Gar is patching up your wound, you notice a mixture of guilt and fear in his eyes. You gently take his hand and reassure him, "Gar, accidents happen. Don't blame yourself." Despite your comforting words, Gar remains visibly distraught, haunted by the fear of potentially causing you harm again.

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Conner Kent:

Conner had just returned from a mission with the Titans. He looked exhausted but relieved as he walked through the door. You greeted him with a warm smile, knowing how tiring his superhero responsibilities could be.

As Conner hugged you, his thoughts wandered to what happened during the mission. He started to get lost in his thoughts, and his strength momentarily slipped out of his control. He squeezed you too tightly, causing you to wince as the force of the hug became too much. You were left in a little pain, and probably with a bruise. Conner looked concerned as you pulled away, realising what he had just done.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I don't know what happened. I started thinking about the mission and then I just..." Conner rambled, trying to explain and apologize to you. But you interrupted him and said, "Conner, it's okay. I know you didn't mean to. Don't worry about it." No matter how much you try to reassure Conner, however, he still feels guilty and blames himself for hurting you, even if it was accidental.

For the next couple of weeks, he's extra careful around you and way more gentle. He also tries to find ways to make it up to you; he doesn't need to though because you know he didn't mean to do what he did.

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Hank Hall:

You and Hank had been watching a football match on TV together, enjoying the rare day off. As Hank headed to the kitchen to grab you both a drink and some snacks, an idea sparked in your mind. You decided you were going to scare him; it was a fairly innocent idea.

Within a couple of seconds, you start to tiptoe after him, planning to playfully surprise him. You just wanted to see his reaction so you could make fun of him if he screamed like a girl (you never know, he might). As you reach the kitchen door, you take a deep breath, preparing to unleash your surprise.

However, as you sneak up behind him and scream, Hank's reflexes kick in. In an instant, he spins around, his combat instincts taking over. Before either of you can even realise what's happening, his hand shoots out and strikes you right in the face. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel the sudden impact.

Time seems to freeze for a moment as you both register what just happened. Hank's eyes widen in shock and horror as he sees you wince from the unintentional blow. Concern fills Hank's eyes as he drops whatever he is holding in his hands, rushing to your side. "Oh fuck, babe, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he blurts out, panic evident in his voice.

You hold your nose, pretty sure you have a nosebleed. "I'm... okay." As the initial shock wears off, you can't help but let out a nervous laugh. "At least now we know that your instincts are top-notch," you quip, trying to lighten the mood despite the pain you're feeling. You move your hand away from your face, revealing a trickle of blood from your nose. Hank winces, guilt written all over his face.

He quickly grabs a tissue from the nearby counter, handing it to you with a mix of concern and remorse in his eyes. "I didn't mean to... I just thought..." Hank stammers, struggling to find the right words to express his regret. You take the tissue and give him a reassuring smile, realizing it was just an unfortunate accident.

"It's okay, Hank. It was my idea to scare you like that so if anything, it's my fault," you say, dabbing at your nose. Despite the pain, you can't help but appreciate the genuine worry in his eyes.

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Kory Anders:

You and the Titans were preparing for another battle against an intimidating villain who was threatening the city of San Francisco. You were standing by Kory's side, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. Tonight, the stakes were higher than ever before. The villain, known as Mother Mayhem, was ready to unleash chaos upon the city. Kory's eyes were glowing with determination as she walked towards the impending threat. You followed closely, aware of the danger that awaited you.

As the confrontation continues, Mother Mayhem launches a devastating attack that catches both you and Kory off guard. In a moment of panic, Kory's powers surge uncontrollably, and a burst of energy erupts from her, unintentionally striking you. The impact sends you flying to the ground and pain radiates through your body.

Kory's eyes widen in horror as she realises what just happened. She rushes to your side, leaving the rest of the Titans to deal with the threat. Her concern is evident in every step. "I-I'm so sorry," she stammered, kneeling beside you. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Despite the pain, you manage a weak smile, reaching out to reassure her. "It's okay, Kory. Accidents happen. Besides, we have a more important matter at hand," you say, referring to the villain you're currently fighting.

"I promise, I'll control my powers better next time," she vows, gently cradling you in her arms. She then stops to think, unsure of whether you should get back to the fight in your condition. "Are you sure you want to fight? I don't think that's the best idea for you right now, Y/N."

You nod, determination flickering in your eyes despite the pain. "I'll be fine, Kory. Just a little shaken, but I can still help. We need to stop her before things get worse." Reluctantly, Kory lets you go, her worry etched across her face. She stands up, taking a moment to make sure you're stable before rejoining the battle. 

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Donna Troy:

You and Donna were strolling through through the dimly lit alleyways of the city. As you turned a corner, a group of menacing thugs emerged from the shadows, surrounding you both. Donna's grip on your hand tightened instinctively as she stepped forward, ready to defend you from the impending threat.

Donna's eyes narrow, her instincts kicking in. She swiftly reaches for her lasso, the golden glow illuminating the dark alley. But you find yourself in the line of fire without even noticing. A sudden movement from one of the thugs causes you to stumble, and in an attempt to protect you, Donna swings her lasso with lightning speed. However, the unexpected jolt of the situation results in her accidentally striking you instead of the intended target.

Time seems to slow as the golden rope wraps around you, the energy coursing through your body. A surge of pain shoots through your veins, and you gasp as the unexpected impact takes you by surprise. Donna's eyes widen in horror as she realises her mistake, immediately releasing the lasso. The thugs seem to take this as a chance to run and escape. Stunned and in pain, you stagger backwards, clutching the area where the lasso struck you. Donna rushes to your side, her concern evident in her eyes. "Fuck. Y/N, I'm so sorry," she murmurs, her voice filled with regret.

As Donna checks on you, you assure her that you're okay, though the pain still lingers. The two of you decide to go back to her apartment to assess the situation and tend to your injuries. Donna's guilt is palpable, but you understand it was an accident in the heat of the moment. Together, you make your way back, Donna keeping a protective arm around you.

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Could you write something about how these characters would react to reader accidentally calling them pretty right to thier face idk maybe reader is kinda out of it after a patrol or mission or is on pain meds or smth and is just like wow you're sooo pretty and just how would the characters react to this pls I was thinking for donna troy, Jason todd and dick grayson and hank hall if you write for hank?? Xox

Preference: You call them pretty

Titans Characters X GN!Reader

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Gar Logan, Conner Kent, Kory Anders, Donna Troy & Hank Hall.

Dick Grayson:

You and Dick had been on patrol, and ended up fighting off a small group of criminals. You weren't injured too seriously but it was still quite painful, so you were given pain medication. You weren't very alert, and you just said whatever came to mind, so you ended up calling Dick 'pretty' right to his face.

Dick is a bit surprised by your compliment. He is not used to being complimented like that and he gets very flustered. He tries to pretend like he didn't hear, and he wants to brush it off by telling you that you probably didn't mean it. But, deep down, he is quite flattered by your compliment, and he finds it very adorable.

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Jason Todd:

You and Jason had been through a particularly exhausting night of crime-fighting. You guys were fighting this big gang that was taking over the streets and you managed to win. However, when you got back to the tower, you were exhausted and slightly disoriented.

As you look over at Jason, you call him 'pretty' without thinking. Jason is surprised as he wasn't expecting that but he played it off by giving you a small smirk. He even teases you back, calling you things like 'gorgeous' and basically showering you in compliments.

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Gar Logan:

You were watching Gar as he played this new video game he had discovered. As he finally beat the next level, he turned to you smiling, excited that he finally completed the level he'd worked so hard on. You chuckle at his antics and without thinking, you called him 'pretty'.

Gar is caught off guard by your comment and he can't help the faint blush that forms on his face. Gar grins sheepishly, his embarrassment transforming into a playful smirk. "Pretty, huh?" Gar teases, raising an eyebrow. You playfully roll your eyes, realizing your slip of the tongue.

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Conner Kent:

You and Conner were just spending some quality time together, going on a nice walk around town. As you stared up at your boyfriend, you didn't even realise but you had just called 'pretty', which you did not mean to say out loud at all.

Needless to say, Conner is quite surprised and flustered by this compliment, and he finds it very cute. You try to apologise profusely, but Conner just laughs it off and says that it was a cute mistake. He goes on to tell you that he finds it quite sweet that you think that way of him, and you both spend the rest of your day together with a warm and fuzzy feeling.

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Kory Anders:

You and Kory were having a nice, casual movie night. It was an 80's romance as Kory is really into anything 80's related. You looked over at her and noticed how pretty she looked while being so invested in the movie. Without thinking, you accidently called her 'pretty' out loud.

Kory doesn't think much of it but finds this quite adorable, and she is definitely flattered. She compliments you back, and you have a sweet moment together. You soon get back to the movie, mostly forgetting about what you said.

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Donna Troy:

You and Donna were on a romantic date at a new restaurant that Donna suggested you guys go to. As you sat opposite her, you couldn't help but think about how beautiful she is. Without even realising, you said out loud, "God, you're so pretty."

Donna is slightly surprised as she wasn't expecting you to say that, however, she takes the comment in stride and gives you a flirty half-smile with a wink, which causes your cheeks to turn a bright shade of pink. Donna thinks your reaction is adorable, and she's impressed by how honest and straightforward you are.

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Hank Hall:

You had been out drinking with some friends and you may or may not have drunk more than you can handle. All of your friends were plastered so none of them could drive you. Instead of getting an Uber, you decided to call your boyfriend, Hank.

As he arrives outside of the club and walks over to you, you can't help but think about how good-looking he is. Without realising, you call him 'pretty' to his face. Hank just chuckles at you, flashing you a charming smile. He wraps an arm around you, steadying your slightly wobbly stance. The next day, as soon as you're sober, he starts teasing you about it in a light-hearted way but you're confused as you have no recollection of anything that happened last night.

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