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You Save Me, I Save You
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader
Warnings: mentions of child removal for the safety of the child, the bad guy steals the reader as a baby in revenge, Leon is injured badly. Reader gets yelled at. No beta, we die like writers.
Word Count: 2.2K
A/N: This story is HEAVILY inspired by Rapunzel and Tangled but has no magic or things like that. It takes place around the same era though. I'm kind of obsessed with Knight Leon Kennedy lately, so here it is, probably the first of many stories with Sir Leon Kennedy.
Once upon a time… You know what, no. We’re not starting this story with that. We’re going to start it right.
Carman Parrish was a nasty woman. Or at least, she is now. When Carman was younger, about 20 years ago, she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She gave her a name to suit the beauty she believed her daughter would grow into. Shortly after the grueling task of labor, she went to the market to retrieve some food for herself. After all, with the death of her husband just two months prior, she had no one to care for her or her sweet child. Fearing a child crying would disturb the other market-goers, she left the child tucked snuggly into her crib made of fallen tree branches. She was only gone for a mere hour.
When Carman returned, the palace guards were inside, holding her sweet babe close to their chests, still swaddled in her pink blanket made of old cloth.
“Give me my daughter,” she cried, lunging for the man holding her precious child. He reeled back, cradling the innocent bundle. The guards were on her in moments, holding her in place as she cried out.
“Ma’am, with all due respect, we entered the home when we heard your daughter screaming. She sounded as if she was being tortured, and we were shocked when we found her alone in the home. She is being taken into the kingdom’s care, for you are clearly unfit to care for this small babe,” he spoke with such conviction as if he wasn’t ripping her whole world from her fingers.
“Please, she’s all I have left! Please don’t take my light!” Her words echoed through the empty home, the guards walking out, taking her light and happiness with them, swaddled in light pink blankets.
Years later, the Queen gave birth to a daughter as well. The whole kingdom rejoiced. All except for Carman Parrish. She seethed in anger. How can they be willing to remove her daughter from her care, yet rejoice when the wretched queen who stole her family away from her presents her sweet babe? Carman’s fury only grew, boiling and festering until one moment, a moment of temporary insanity, she found herself inside the castle, staring at the sweet sleeping child. ‘She is as lovely as my daughter,’ Carman thought to herself, before wrapping her arms around the child. Before carrying her out into the night. Before hiding her away in a cottage far away from the light of the kingdom, or even the outlying villages.
Before she found the tower, hiking up the stairs and finding nothing but a refuge for her and her new daughter.
“You are beautiful, my sweet child. And a child as beautiful as you deserves a beautiful name.” So she named her after her daughter who was stolen away in the night. She had found her new light.
ONE
The Girl Locked In The Tower
“Oh my child, I have returned!” Mother calls from the bottom of the long winding staircase.
“Mother!” I yelp, darting towards the door as it swings open. I throw myself into her embrace, cautious not to push her back down the stairs with the force of my body colliding with hers. “You’re back!”
She laughs lightly, her arms tight around my shoulders, her black locks tickling my nose.
“I’m back, my light. How are things coming along?” She asks as her eyes scan the walls along the main room.
“They are going well,” I say, shifting so she can walk into the room and allow her eyes to drift over the newly cleaned space.
“That looks new,” she says, pride laced in her tone at the new painting that decorates the wall. The greens and browns of the forest greet her, swirls of yellow mimicking sunlight breaking between the branches. “How on earth did you make it look so realistic, my dear?” She asks. I can tell she thinks, if only for a moment, that I modeled it after real life.
“There was a picture of the woods in one of the books you brought me. I thought it was beautiful.”
“Ah, well it looks lovely, darling.” A sigh accompanied by her shoulders dropping just enough for my eyes to notice. Relief. She sets her basket on the table, beginning to remove ingredients for what will inevitably be supper, and I find myself inching closer and closer, my mind swirling with thoughts of trees, oceans, towns, fields. I take a deep steadying breath.
“Mother?”
“Yes, my little light?” She responds as her arm moves swiftly with the knife, cutting the vegetables.
“Tomorrow is my birthday,” I say, innocently.
“I am aware. Did you give thought to what you wanted this year?”
“I did,” I mumble.
“Sweetheart, don’t be obtuse,” She says, turning on her heel to look at my frame as I practically shake out of fear. “Just tell me what it is, darling. I could never be upset with you.”
“I want to go outside,” I say with every ounce of my courage I have been building for days, weeks even. At her silence, I continue, gesturing to the paintings of landscapes that decorate the walls. “I want to see the woods from the books you’ve brought. I want to smell the salty sea air of the ocean. I want to-”
“Stop.” Her words halt my thoughts, eyes immediately finding hers only to find a fire raging in her green eyes.
“But mother-”
“I. Said. Stop.” Venom. That’s all there is left in each sound that leaves her lips. “How many times have I told you that you are not leaving this tower? The outside world is-”
“Dangerous. I know. But if you were with me, I’d be safe, right?” I ask, trying to find a glimmer of hope in her rejection. Unsuccessfully, I might add.
“No. You wouldn’t be. I can barely protect myself half the time, let alone both of us.”
“But-”
“How many times must I repeat myself?!” She shouts, knife coming down to lodge in the wood of the table with a loud splintering sound. I recoil, anxiety pulsing through my veins. She takes in my fear and sighs heavily. “My light, I cannot watch you be blown out like a candle. You are safe here.” I nod mutely, willing the tears not to spill from my eyes. She pulls me into a tight embrace. “I love you too much to let the world destroy you.”
“Yes, Mother,” I nod against her chest, feeling nothing but defeat. My shoulders sag in disappointment, in sadness.
“Why not go get washed up for supper?” She asks, pulling back to place her hands tenderly on my shoulders. She reaches for my chin, bringing my eyes up to hers. “Then I will give you the books I’ve brought you.”
Supper passes without a hiccup. I watch in dejection as mother walks out the door, clicking the lock into place before her boots echo down the stairs. Step, step, step, step until there is no more sound. Glancing out the window, I see her raise her arm in a wave. I return the gesture before beginning to prepare myself for bed.
Slipping out of the pale blue dress that barely reaches my shins, I move to my vanity, not admiring, but at the very least observing the form that looks back at me. Unmarred skin, delicate eyes, a nose. It’s hard to notice anything particularly enchanting about my own body, but mother speaks as if I am the most beautiful creature in the land, that that is the reason I can’t leave. ‘The monsters of the world would pick you apart piece by piece,’ she would say with a scowl. My undergarments cover my breasts, not that they are anything special. I once asked mother if she could bring me a book on the body, wanting to understand the reasons why I have the parts that I do, and how they work. She only scoffed, insisting that no one knows why we have the parts we do. Turning away from the mirror in distaste, I slip into my nightgown before brushing my hair gently away from my face. The silky strands run between my fingers easily, thankful for the washtub and sweet-smelling soap mother brings (from a land far away, she claims). Slipping under my covers, resting my head against the pillows as I glare up into the ceiling. The stars I painted there usually bring comfort, but not tonight. Tonight they only remind me of what I have yet to see. What I will never see. Finally allowing the tears to slip from my eyes, I turn, sobbing uncharacteristically loud into the pillows until they are damp with tears and my exhaustion overtakes me. I will never leave this tower.
Sir Leon Kennedy
The wind whipped through my hair, Ace carrying me through the trees easily, knowing we have done this song and dance multiple times before. The sound travels quickly as I lose sight of my men behind me, their voices crying out my name, but I refuse to stop. I’m too close to catching him now. The criminal known as Samael Doyle finally falls into view, his frame large, but entirely unable to outrun a beast such as Ace. Cutting him off in a clearing of trees, I leap from my black-haired steed, sword drawn.
“Samael Doyle, you are under arrest by the order of the palace law for thievery,” I say, a smirk forming across my lips. “Return your stolen goods, and I’ll think about going easy on you.”
“Sir Kennedy. How good to finally meet you,” he says, brown eyes shimmering with challenging intent. “Your reputation proceeds you, I see.” He mutters under his breath, flipping his blonde hair to the side to remove it from his vision.
“I would say thank you, but that means nothing, coming from a criminal like you.” His eyes still sparkle, a sly grin plastered to his features, as if he’s won. “Enough games Doyle. Give me the crown, and maybe I won’t end your life right here and now.”
“The orders are to bring me in, you wouldn’t want to drag me,” he smirks, although it quickly falls at my laughter.
“Actually, they don’t care if we bring you in dead or alive. But we will be bringing you in.” My sword is poised to strike, refusing to lose sight of him. Again.
“Well, unfortunately for you, Sir Kennedy, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Is that right?”
The sound of what I assume is a bow being released is the first thing I notice, before I feel a stabbing pain shoot through my left side and I drop to my knees in agony. My teeth are gritted tightly together, holding in a cry as I glance down and see the arrow lodged in my side. I look up as I hear Samael’s maniacal laughter at my pain as he walks up towards my crumbled frame, his fingers landing under my chin and yanking my face until he is staring into my eyes.
“You shouldn’t have split off so far from your men, Sir Kennedy,” he chuckles as he lets go, the weight of my body forcing me to crumble to the ground in a heap of messy limbs and bloodstained clothing. I can hear his footsteps retreating, my wobbly arms barely able to lift myself from the ground. I break into a sprint, or what I feel is a sprint, chasing the sounds of the woods being disturbed. It feels like hours of painful agony, my bloodstained hands leaving dirty smears on trees and the brush before I enter a clearing.
Is that a tower? I find myself wondering as I glance up at the structure in the dimming evening air. It must be where Doyle is hiding. The logic makes sense, but the entrance is concealed, so much so that even I can’t find it, especially in my hazy state. Guess the only way in is up. Climbing the outside of a tower while in my current state may not be the safest choice, but if Doyle is up there, I can return with reinforcements later on.
My fingers find purchase on the large stones that run along the whole base as I make my way, slowly but surely, up the sides. Finding myself almost slipping multiple times but refusing to give up, I pull myself up through the open window before I yell out.
“I know you’re in here Doyle!”
There is a sound of movement from up the small set of stairs, moving toward me and I grip my sword with shaky hands. Before I can find the source my vision blurs and I lose my balance, accidentally driving the sword into the wooden floor for stability.
“Who are you?” A woman’s voice asks, full of fear and terror. I think for a moment, and only a moment, I am in the wrong place. The room begins to spin painfully, and I can only make out a small figure dressed in a white gown before my vision goes dark, and I feel my body hit the ground.
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Crop of a WIP redraw of a doodle that got corrupted a while back. Even had a Dragon!Raihan counterpart! Don’t know if I can finish it, I feel intimidated lmao
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Cloud and Squall start bonding, Cloud's internally panicking that he's talking to his crush, and Xion cannot help but tease her poor Sorcerer.
#strifehart#strifehart sunday#squall leonhart#cloud strife#cloud x squall#cleon#kingdom hearts#Sorcerer!Cloud#Knight!Leon#Familiar!Xion#Xion is a black cat#Cloud has magic#meet cute#teenage crush#my art#my writing
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Leon Fala and Wilfried Knight
Decameron: Two Naughty Tales (2005) dir. Lucas Kazan
#Decameron: Two Naughty Tales#Leon Fala#Wilfried Knight#Lucas Kazan#ours#by michi#vintage gay#gay kiss#holesrus#userflex#kazeo2se#userpedro#userdylan#gayedit
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*merlins magic gets exposed in front of the knights*
merlin, magic user: oh fuck
arthur, finally taking this opportunity to pretend as if he just found out merlin has magic after agonizing for the past month on how to bring it up: you have magic?
lancelot, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic: no! i have magic
gwaine, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic, lover of chaos, ride or die: no, i have magic!
mordred, desperate for his hero’s approval bc no matter what he’s done emrys just stares at him with distrust and the poor boy is tired and so close to tears: no…i have magic.
percival, raised by druids and bonded strongly with mordred over that and does Not agree with the persecution of magic in camelot, had an inkling that merlin had magic but no proof: no. i have magic.
*leon and elyan exchange a look, elyan, amused and leon, exhausted, elyan shrugs*
elyan, knows how much gwen adores merlin and completely understands her stance bc merlin…is merlin, down to clown and put on a show, really playing up the dramatics: no! i have magic.
leon, exhausted, has known of merlin’s magic since he stepped foot in camelot, knows of his feelings for arthur and arthur’s feelings for him, knows arthur knows of merlin’s magic and wouldn’t harm him, thinks everyone is being absolutely ridiculous:
*the knights stare hard at leon and even merlin looks slightly offended at leon not jumping to his defense with the rest of the knights, arthur hasn’t said anything and is staring at leon expectantly*
leon, sighing: …no. i have magic.
#radio rebel reveal#>>>#idk if the idea that percival was raised by druids is either canon or a big fandom hc or just something i saw once that stuck with me#but i love it#anyways they’re all idiots#merlin bbc#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#sir lancelot#sir gwaine#sir mordred#sir percival#sir elyan#sir leon (the long suffering)#(he’s trying to be a brave knight of the realm as he always dreamed to be as a kid. too bad all his friends and king are complete fools)#merthur#idiots of the round table#look me in the eye and tell me i’m wrong#incorrect merlin quotes
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there's an obvious answer
#most of s4 is just a knights romcom#bbc merlin#arthur pendragon#merlin#merthur#knights of the round table#elyan merlin#gwaine merlin#lancelot merlin#percival merlin#leon merlin#perwaine
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Arthur: *tapping on the table during a council meeting*
Merlin: *tapping back while rolling his eyes*
Councillor: What are they doing?
Leon: Morse code. We needed some way to get through these meetings without one of them getting mad and yelling at the other.
Councillor: Isn’t that one just a servant?
Leon: *about to put his head through a table*
Arthur: *stops mid tap and glares* You take that back you fossilised fuck! Actually, stand up, you’re off the council. Merlin, sit down. Even your idiocy doesn’t come close to his.
Leon: You and Merlin still need to argue in morse code, even if he’s got a seat.
Merlin: Yes, Leon.
Arthur: Yes, Leon.
#bbc merlin#merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#sir leon#leon the long suffering#leon being a parent for the knights#camelot#merlin bbc#merthur#merlin and arthur#the knights of the round table#knights of the dumbass table#incorrect merlin quotes#merlin x arthur
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I like the idea that if camlan never happened and everyone lived happily every after, when arthur figured out merlin has magic he decides to repeal the ban on magic. And people realise why. Shortly after its been repealed, people start asking merlin to ask the king for things, on behalf of himself.
E.g “hey arthur, I think maybe we should plant more flowers around the town” “i think it would be a good idea to move the knights training to midday.” “Arthur I was thinking maybe the kitchen could do with new supplies”
And every time arthur agrees, sure he might pick the ideas apart or pretend they were his own ideas but everyone quickly learns that if you want something, you dont ask the king, you ask merlin.
#arthur cant say no to merlin#he pretends he can#but he cant#arthur pendragon#bbc merlin#merlin#merthur#merlin and arthur#princess morgana#sir leon#sir gwaine#knights of camelot#knights of the round table#tiredcowboyys prompt#tiredcowboyys shenanigans
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Knights will be Knights. You know how it is.
The photo that prompted this whole thing is under the cut, in all its glory.
#team huddle#bbc merlin#merlin#the knights of the round table#AKDJSKSJ LISTEN#LISTEN#THEY WOULD DO THIS#TELL ME THEY WOULDNT#EVEN JUST TO HAZE MORDRED SOME MORE#merlin emrys#sir mordred#arthur pendragon#sir percival#sir elyan#sir Lancelot#(he’s there I promise)#sir Leon#sir gwaine#arthuriana#meme redraw#redraw#artists on tumblr#doodle#shitpost#my art
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Just the Knights of The Round Table disappointed cause it’s been ten years and they’re still waiting for Arthur and Merlin to stop acting like idiots and just kiss
Read the ff here
#merlin#merthur#bbc merlin#merlin fandom#arthur pendragon#bradley james#colin morgan#knights of the round table#gwaine#sir leon#sir percival#camelot#the once and future fandom#they are idiots#idiots in love
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Fulko de Lorche
#jestem w krzyżacy limbo rn#to jest stan nawracający od zawsze co kilka lat#musicie wytrzymać#krzyżacy#the knights of the cross#fulko de lorche#traditional art#illustration#artists on tumblr#henryk sienkiewicz#leon niemczyk
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been watching a friend play the re4 remake 👍
#bro definitely has salmonella but ig that’s the least of his worries#leon kennedy#re4#re4 remake#resident evil#resident evil 4#knight draws
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How I picture Leon finds out that Merlin has magic:
Merlin was tired.
Not because of the abundance of chores and the fatigue that came from running around after yet another assassin, but because he hadn't used his magic at all for the past month. Yes, even with the presence of the assassin. Gwaine had fortunately been there to knock the guy out and throw him in the dungeons, catching him red-handed.
He had been trying to stay as cautious as possible, which was why he hadn't used magic in such a long time.
But the fact was - Merlin was born with magic. It was as natural as breathing to him. So when he didn't use magic for an extended period of time, he would get tired.
He needed to use magic. Just a small bit.
He would do it in the safety of his room, but he was currently carrying Arthur's armor to his chambers from the training field and it was heavy and he was so so tired and- well, it would only be a small spell.
He put the armor down, checked that no one was around, then held up a palm. His eyes flashed gold and a small fire appeared on top of it.
Just because he had missed his magic, he flashed his eyes gold and made the flame morph into a butterfly. He smiled as it slowly flapped its wings, staying on Merlin's palm.
Then Merlin heard a gasp and he snapped his head to the newcomer.
The thing about knights was that they were trained to be as quiet as possible even in armor. It was required for certain missions as well as hunting. But armor was impossible to be quiet, so Merlin, having spent a significant amount of time with them, had trained himself to automatically hear when they were approaching. And since they were always in their armor anyway, even sleeping in it sometimes, he had relied on that to alert him of anyone crossing the hallway.
After all, anyone else - servants and nobles alike - wouldn't bother quieting their footsteps while walking.
If they did, it would be because of malicious intent so it wouldn't matter if they saw Merlin or not.
But occasionally - very very occassionally - knights walked around without their armor.
That, combined with their light footsteps and silent movements, had caught Merlin unaware.
So when he snapped his head over to look at Leon staring with wide eyes at the butterfly made of flame in his hand, Merlin was surprised. More than that, he was afraid.
The two of them froze, with Leon's gaze on the fire butterfly and Merlin's on Leon, standing rigidly like deers caught in the wild.
Then Leon raised his eyes from the butterfly to Merlin, then back to the butterfly, then back to Merlin again-
Before he spun on his heel and walked the other way whistling jovially like he hadn't seen anything.
Merlin was still frozen like a deer. He didn't move until several minutes later when he did hear armor clinking against each other. That was when he got rid of the butterfly and hefted the armor up, walking back to his room, leaving Arthur's armor in favor of panicking.
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When Merlin met Leon in the armory that evening, he tried to approach him. Leon, recognizing what Merlin was trying to do, let him, moving into a secluded changing room far from the armory with the other knights and squires and pages.
Leon nodded at Merlin in greeting when Merlin closed the door.
"Leon," Merlin started. "What you saw-"
"That you were shirking Arthur's chores? No worries. I didn't give you away before, I won't do so now."
Merlin blinked. "What?"
Leon sighed. "Look, Merlin. I don't get paid enough, even as a knight. Not with all those missions and calamities that keep getting Arthur into trouble. So I refuse to deal with anything above my paygrade. Even you avoiding chores."
Merlin blinked again.
Leon clapped a hand on his shoulder, and with a smile, left the room.
Merlin looked after the knight, wondering for the first time, exactly how many times the knight had committed or aided or turned a blind eye against treason for him to be this casual about it.
#Mhgmgmhmgmghm not sure#but i wanted to write#quotidian writes#bbc merlin#merlin bbc#merlin's magic reveal#merlin's magic#merlin emrys#merlin fanfiction#merlin fanfic#merlin fic#leon#sir leon#bbc leon#leon bbc#knights of the round table#merlin#merlin tv#bbcm#arthur pendragon
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Merlin ended 10 years ago. TEN YEARS AGO.
I made a post last year for 9 years saying how I love that the fandom was alive and thriving. A lot of people shared their stories of Merlin and what it means to them, which was so special. But a few people didn't agree that it was alive and thriving...
... for a show that ended 10 years ago, almost every day new fics are posted, fanart, edits, reactions, interactions, friendships made. It is incredible how much of an affect Merlin had on so many lives.
So, please feel free to tell us your experience of Merlin, or take this chance to reflect on it, and celebrate a show that continues to mean so much to so many people.
Long live Merlin!
#merlin#bbc merlin#merthur#arthur pendragon#guinevere#gwen#arwen#morgana#knights of camelot#10 years of merlin#morgwen#fandom#colin morgan#bradley james#katie mcgrath#angel coulby#gwaine#lancelot#percival#leon#elyon#mordred#bbc
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#sir leon's long suffering has nothing on the suffering of the entire round table during report time
MERLIN | 5x03 "The Death Song of Uther Pendragon"
#merlin#merlinedit#perioddramaedit#bbc merlin#tvedit#leon#arthur#percival#knights of camelot#knights of the round table#season 5#5x03#*#jagoda
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Mostly season 5 inspired doodle dump :D
With a little creature!merlin sneaked in there while I'm working on proper designs
#bbc merlin#merlin fanart#merlin#merlin emrys#merlin x arthur#merthur#gwaine#arthur pendragon#knights of camelot#knights of the round table#sir elyan#sir leon
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