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ghostkennedy · 9 months

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Every Version of You

A reverse harem with three variants of Leon Kennedy and feminine reader.

An average day, nothing noteworthy. Until someone intercepts you and your partner a week before you’re gearing up to head out for an assignment. Now there’s nothing average about today, nothing is normal anymore. You’ll never understand. Is it time travel? Is his soul broken apart and now manifesting different versions of himself? All you know is that an older version of Leon is here, insisting he had to come back to save your life with the help of a trusted few. And for some reason his younger self from when you two first met and survived Racoon City together is also here. When your Leon is swept away on a mission to rescue the president’s daughter from a cult in Spain, you’re left to try and prevent your coming death with his past and future self. When he returns, how do you confront everything that has come to the surface with the other two? Will you be able to prevent your ultimate demise? It’s going to take every version of him in order to save yourself.

~ Masterlist ~ Next Part ~

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

SONGS: Always - Bon Jovi and Work Song - Hozier

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR PART ONE: drunkenness, pining, repressed romantic feelings, death, depression, anxiety, tension, kidnapping, violence, drugging, water submersion, self-depreciation, thoughts of dying, desire to die, heartache, angst, hurt with no comfort

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PART "CHAPTER" ONE:

“I can’t sing a love song, like the way it’s meant to be.” You belt out the lyrics to the last song you remember playing in the bar before the alcohol completely took over. Despite your words slurring, you did your best to mimic the sultry rock tone of Bon Jovi.

“God, you’re so drunk,” Leon laughs as he tries to keep you up right as you make your way down the dark, city streets.

The only other patrons on this road are other drunks. All of the businesses beyond the bar are closed up and dark. You can still hear the music from the bar thumping in the distance.The late night air is chilly, but you’re too obliterated to take much notice of the goosebumps littering your exposed skin.

“Nooooooo,” you whine at Leon. “You’re supposed to sing the next part. This is a duet, Leon, come on!”

He stares down at you with an amused look on his face. “I’m not doing a Bon Jovi duet with you at 3 am in the middle of the street.”

You pout at him, stopping in your tracks in defiance. He tries to continue pulling you along, but you hold the heels of your feet firmly in place on the cobblestone. The rough texture of the restored downtown district usually pissed you off. You were always tripping over yourself on the uneven terrain, but tonight it’s helping ground you in place. You subconsciously apologize to the ground for all the times you’ve cursed it.

“I can’t sing a love song, like the way it’s meant to be.” You sing the same lyric as earlier loudly, your tone absolutely atrocious.

Leon sighs before finally giving in, replying with the next line. “Well, I guess I’m not good anymore, but baby, that’s just me.”

You squeal joyfully at his rock ballad impression before clinging to his arm again, allowing him to continue guiding you down the road.

You’re practically screaming at this point, “And I will love you, baby, always. And I’ll be there forever and a day, always.”

Leon knows he’s lost the battle. Your drunken mind knows no ration, so he sings along with you quietly. He fights the smile threatening to overtake his face, not wanting to encourage you further.

But it’s too late. When he gave in during your small fit, that was all the motivation you needed to give the city street the performance of your life.

As you continued singing, your hazy mind couldn’t keep track of the lyrics. Leon just shakes his head as you get the words completely wrong.

He stuffs the warm feeling in his chest down, locking it away as he always does. He doesn’t like how endearing he finds you. The way you carry yourself so carefreely. You’re boldly and unapologetically yourself. It’s everything Leon wishes he could be. He never allows himself to think any deeper on the feelings inside of him. Nothing good ever comes from him expressing the intricacies of the branches growing and entwining deeply in his chest.

You’ve got your claws deeply embedded into his person. He has killed for you before, many times, and he will do it again without a second thought. You’re his best friend, his partner, his twin flame, but he refuses to vocalize what you mean to him.

The world is a shitshow filled with unspeakable horrors and ill intent. Boldly caring for anything makes you vulnerable. If you have nothing, then there isn’t anything for the world to steal from you. His life is already overly complicated. He’s merely a prop for the US government. Nothing but a tool, or more accurately a weapon. He’s the weapon they use against bioweapons. A machine that serves its intended purpose and is expected to maintain itself as it sits idly by before it’s needed again.

He finds comfort in this fact somehow. An object doesn’t need to feel or process emotions. It enables him to push down his trauma and function day to day without breaking apart at the seams. If he detaches himself from the physical world enough, going through the motions is a piece of cake. Maybe he’s not living, maybe he’s merely existing, but when he’s with you… he feels everything. He wants to stay in the secureness of being numb, safe and sound within his own walls.

He shouldn’t have agreed to hit up the bar with you tonight. But after being briefed on your next assignment, you needed to be plastered to cope with the new horrors you’d be dealing with. And the truth was Leon cared about you extensively, so he could get through tonight. He’ll drop your drunk ass off at home and then seclude himself from you until it’s time to go on your assignment together.

“Oh fuck,” you holler as you trip over your own feet, exposed knees crashing into the ground beneath you. You hiss at the stinging of new scrapes on your skin.

Leon crouches down and attempts to help you up, but you’re super unsteady as your legs shake underneath you.

“We need to get your drunk ass home before you completely self-destruct.”

You giggle up at him before your eyes connect with his. Your mind goes completely blank as you soften beneath his gaze. This is what it means to get lost in someone’s eyes, it must be. The alcohol running through your system is making it hard to ignore all the pesky feelings you’re able to brush off–to stuff deep down when you’re sober.

What if he leaned down and kissed you right now? What if he finally closed the gap between the two of you? What if he completed those broken pieces of yourself and made you whole again? Finally giving into six long years worth of tension? Your eyes fall down to his plump, wet lips before rising back up to meet his stare. You subconsciously lick your lips in anticipation. Your heart feels like it’s in your throat as the pace of your breathing picks up. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire and you want nothing more than to extinguish the flames, but in the back of your mind you know you want to ignite them further.

Neither one of you break the stare down raging between you two somewhere in the middle of this forgotten street. You could be literally anywhere and it wouldn’t make a goddamn difference. Wouldn’t change a fucking thing. But you know that’s just the loneliness and liquor talking. He’s your Leon, it’s not like that. He’s not like that. You’re not like that. Right?

You’re so lost in one another that you don’t notice the sounds and shifting air around you until it’s too late. While you were lost in your own bubble, you left yourself vulnerable and exposed to the world around you. And it seems the world took advantage of that fact.

Suddenly arms are wrapped around your cowering frame. A hand comes up and covers your mouth, muffling the startled scream tumbling from your throat.

Leon darts forward to pull the person off of you when two men you don’t recognize grab either of his arms and pull him back away from you. His elbows are flying into their sides, his nails digging into their skin. His knees and legs kicking out as he fights to break from their holds on him.

“Don’t make me do this, Leon,” a deep voice speaks to him, but it doesn’t change anything. Leon keeps fighting against them. The man lets out a heavy sigh before swinging his free arm and punching Leon hard in the face, his body instantly going limp at the impact.

You realize you’re crying and whimpering as you shake in the man’s arms. His tight grip on you hasn’t faltered for even a second. You’re powerless, a helpless feeling taking over your entire being. You have no fight in you tonight. You’re too drunk and you immediately regret allowing yourself to be in such a state.

“I’m so sorry.” The man holding you removes his hand from your mouth, but before you can say anything, there’s a stabbing pain in the side of your throat. Your eyes shoot in the direction of his arm, seeing him pulling a now empty syringe away from you. You’ve been drugged. You want to panic, but a fuzzy feeling seeps its way into your muscles and bones. Before you’ve even processed the sudden turn of events, darkness wraps around you like a blanket.

You have no choice but to allow yourself to fall into it.

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Waking up feels like you’re trapped underwater. The world is so far away, the only sound surrounding you being your own heart beat thrumming in your ears and the movement of the water flowing around you. Your limbs feel limp, your body weightless. The only thing you can do is allow yourself to sink into it, to embrace the sensations.

But then you begin to open your eyes.

Everything is out of focus, distorted as if looking through someone else’s glasses. You have to force yourself to blink, taking all of your energy to lift your heavy eyelids.

You can’t help it. You let them fall shut again. Even with your eyes closed, it feels like the world is spinning around you, but at least the ache behind your eyelids stops.

You almost give yourself back over to sleep. Almost.

You feel hands gripping your arms, shaking you. You assume the person is trying to wake you up and you try to force yourself up, but your blood feels thick in your veins. That under water feeling growing inside your body as well. The feeling is almost peaceful so you cling to it.

The memories start to trickle into your brain that feels like it’s vibrating inside of your skull.

You shoot your eyes open and look down, attempting to focus your eyes as you force yourself to blink rapidly. You feel so fucking high and there’s nothing you can do other then beg yourself to please come down. Even as your eyes start to focus, your brain feels trapped behind a barrier and you still can’t get any appendage attached to this useless body to just move.

This isn’t working. You close your eyes again, instead focusing on your breathing. In, hold, then out. In, hold, then out. Rinse, lather, repeat. You can feel your lungs expanding and retracting over and over in your chest; the feeling has your anxiety rising.

But it’s finally working. Somehow, some way, the anxiety is awakening your nerves and pushing the drugged out feeling away.

It probably takes twenty or thirty minutes to come back to yourself enough to comprehend what’s happening around you, but it finally does. And what you see has you feeling even more high.

You’re laying on some dingy, old couch. The room around you is dark and dank. It’s somewhere between a basement and a dungeon. The more you look around, the more you think it’s more dungeon leaning.

You slowly manage to sit yourself up, using every ounce of strength you have to achieve it. You take more deep breaths before pushing yourself up, barely managing to steady yourself as you stand and your knees threaten to give out beneath you. More deep breaths and your head stops spinning, allowing you to open your eyes again.

The room is small; just the couch, a lamp, and a door.

A few shaky paces forward and you’re at the door. Up close, you can see that the old door isn’t closed all the way. Placing one hand on the door frame for balance, you reach forward with the other slowly pushing the door open. And what you see has your head reeling more than the drugs.

This room is much larger than the previous one, the high ceilings nearly three times higher than the previous. Two men stand at a control panel surrounding a large tank of… water? It looks like bubbly, murky, thickened water. Another man stands away from the others, looking lost and out of place in a shadowy corner of the room.

But those are the least concerning elements. What has you screaming out in shock is the man up on the metal platform above the tank holding an unconscious Leon in his arms. It looks like he’s moments from dropping Leon into the mysterious vat of liquid and it has panic overtaking your system.

Every man in the room's attention darts to you at your sudden outburst.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” a man with a thick accent speaks from the control panel.

“What are you doing to him? What the fuck is going on?” You wheeze out. The room grows silent except for your heavy breathing and the weird humming noises coming from inside the tank.

Adrenaline takes over, your survival instincts kicking in as you rush towards the tank, ready to do anything to get Leon away from this death trap.

You throw yourself at the ladder attached to the platform above the tank, ready to do whatever it takes to save him. But large muscular arms wrap around you, trapping your arms at your side.

You kick and scream, anything to break free of his grasp, but to no avail. He’s so much larger than you. Even without the drugs lingering in your system, you’re still not sure you’d stand a chance against him. You’re the damsel in distress, nothing but a sitting duck waiting for your hero to come rescue you.

But the ever dependable hero is in immediate danger, mere feet above his ultimate demise.

“You ready?” The accented man speaks to the man above the tank.

“Whenever you are.” A gruff voice responds from above.

The accented man starts counting backwards from ten as the other man starts to move Leon towards the edge, ready to toss him in like nothing but a rag doll.

You’re screaming, pleading, begging them to stop. You’re in hysterics and all of the men ignore you. No one even bothers to spare you a second glance.

You’re completely helpless. You can’t save him. You’ve failed him as you always do. You know if it was you in his position, he’d have saved you effortlessly. He’d never allow you to die like this. He’d never allow you to die at all, but you can’t return that simple fucking favor.

Please let me be next. Throw me in after him. I could never live knowing I allowed him to die as if he was nothing. He’s everything. If I can’t save him, take me with him. I’ll follow him even in death. What’s a world without Leon Kennedy? I don’t want to know, please don’t make me know.

Your heart shatters as you watch Leon’s limp body fall into the vat of liquid. The man at the control panel flips a giant lever and the liquid glows. The light from the tank is blinding as the man holding you releases you to cover his own eyes.

You’ve always been a coward and you refuse to be as your best friend dies in front of you. You force your eyes to stay open through the excruciating pain burning in them.

But then as quickly as it appeared, the light disappears. The man on the platform has collapsed, unconscious above the tank. And weirdly enough, the man lingering in the shadows has collapsed as well.

You can’t stop the tears as they fall down your face, a sob breaking through your lips as the realization sets in. The tank is empty. Leon is no longer inside.

Did they fucking incinerate him?

You fall to your knees as you shake, your entire body crumbling as the situation truly sets in.

I’m so sorry, Leon. I’m sorry for being such a useless piece of fucking shit. Wherever you are, reach through to me and smite me dead with you. Drag me to the other side with you. Don’t make me stay in a world where you don’t exist.

I’ll never let you down again. I’ll remind you every day how much you fucking mean to me. You can’t be gone. Please don’t be gone. There’s no me without you.

You’ve always been larger than this world, Leon, but it’s nothing without you. The world was never worthy of you, and neither was I. But don’t fucking leave me. There’s so many things I haven’t said, too many things I haven’t said. And I’ll forever hate myself for it.

If your heart isn’t beating, then mine doesn’t deserve to beat either. I’ll rip the fucking thing from my chest to follow you wherever you are now. It beats for you and I think it always has, since the day I fucking met you.

If not this life then I’ll be yours in the next. I won’t be stupid anymore, I fucking swear it Leon.

I love you Leon Scott Kennedy. I fucking love you.

And the afterlife can’t fucking have you. I know you and I know that you can look God in the face and fight, kicking and screaming, your way back to me. It’s not your time. All the time in the world would never be enough time to spend with you.

So you bring your ass straight back here and I’ll fall to my knees, devote my life to you. I’ll pray to you if it’s what you ask of me. You are my purpose and there is no meaning to this bullshit life without you in it.

I never got the chance to properly and loudly love you. Never got the chance to show you I love you. You left this world not knowing how much you were loved. And none of it is right. I’ll burn this world down for you, Leon. I don’t care if you want me to or not. This place will not go on without you. I promise, my love.

If you don’t come back to this world, there will be no world for any mother fucker to ever come back to. No one is more worthy than you and I’ll never allow them to feel as if they are. As if any mortal soul could ever begin to compare.

You’re supposed to stay with me to the end. This can’t be the end. Is this the end? I refuse to accept this ending. I’ll rewrite the whole fucking book until it’s structured around nothing but your happy ending, Leon.

Leon. Not my Leon. I’ve lost you before you were even mine to lose. You left without knowing I’m yours.

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sky-kiss · 2 months

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Okay, your OC is a love interest, what does their first romance cutscene look like?

A/N: Sassy, this is such an amazing question. I hope it’s alright that I did it for my three main idiots (I have another, but he’s just an old man for Jaheira lol).

Scrungus: (Cowboy lizard)

Being an Oath of Redemption paladin, Scrungus isn’t overly romantic. He’s very kind, but he’s more focused on the wellbeing of the group. The incident with the goblins leaves him a little down, so he’s melancholy post party. The PC has to seek him out. He gives you a little smile, tips his head. If you offer him wine, he politely declines.

“Had to be done. Couldn’t have ‘em running along the coast, know that. Still…ain’t sitting right. Coulda done more. Shoulda, I reckon.”

If you mention you would have liked to dance at the party: “Would have been good to see…ain’t much point killin’ if you’re not enjoy living.”

If you ask him if he knows how to dance, or would have danced with you, he gives you a little grin. Yeah, he picked it up somewhere along the line. In a little village, years back, after a fight just like this. Used to be pretty good. But don’t hold him to it. He’d hate to step on your toes.

If you point out that the goblins and the Absolute left you no choice:

He agrees, but finds it unfortunate. Worse folks have turned their back on evil.

If you go to hold his hand, he chuckles and moves it away.

No offense meant, but he’s got one responsibility. Gotta see you through the city. No use muddling things.

You spend the night talking about your past, his, maybe he tells you a story about some absurd devil or demon he talked round to redemption. It’s ridiculous. He lets the PC lean against his shoulder and doesn’t move them when they doze off against his chest.

Evoi: (Evil, evil, evil AU!Joi; it’s early, and she’s…untempered)

Goblin-party only. She’s turned on by the stink of carnage and the way you looked while slaughtering the Grove. She makes this very evident, very early into the party, sidling up to the PC, nosing their throat.

Blood-slick, hunter-kin—soak in carnage, baptize her in your sweet cries.

She’s going to fuck you. Consent is optional, sorry. Will lick every drop of blood off your character. It’s a lot of kissing and biting. Going to absolutely devour/go down on the PC. You’re her pet now (and she’s obsessive, crazy, generally the worst).

Joi: (Amnesia Girl)

Joi still has no idea what’s going on or who she is at this point. The scene will have more variance compared to the above, based largely on player input. Most of her reactions are going to be emulating the PC’s drive. I.e if you’re interested in talking, she’ll be softer and happily talk, but consistently direct the conversation away from her. If the PC is more forward and wants sex, she’ll fall back into that role.

Is likely very similar to Astarion in that she’s unsure she wants to have sex at that point, but it feels natural, normal, and a way to like…establish rapport. And since she has nothing personal to offer, why not sex? It’s the best she can do.

If the PC opts to take things more slowly, she’s comforted. Wants to hold the PC’s hand or sit in their lap/beside them. She’s naturally very physical, and the slow!route still reflects that. If the PC asks whether she enjoyed the party, Joi is puzzled and admits that she doesn’t know. Saving the tieflings felt strange, almost wrong, but she likes it.

Platonic/Slowburn route: Joi asks your PC to tell her about their life, stroking their hair. She thanks the PC for sharing and kisses them.

Sex route: Joi is enthusiastic, but distant. Leads the encounter, focused on pleasuring PC. The morning after, she is more conflicted and admits she did not sleep well.

#asks #bg3 ocs #dragonborn oc #oc: joi #oc: evoi #oc: scrungus #SASSY THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD ASK AAAAAH #i mean like objectively we should only want to date scrungus #scrungus will take care of you #evoi will also take care of you but like...#you probably wont see the sun again

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boutinelass · 7 months

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#boutinelababe #boutinela #bikini butt #boutine #ella evoy

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cherchersketch · 5 months

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Observing Elena Evoy / Elena Evoy Observation Diary

I bookmarked this for a long time without ever reading. Then someone recommended it as an example of a series with an interesting “difference in status” romance so I started following it. They’re both so cute ;w;

Summary Johann Pertan is the top student in school, for both his looks and his brains, as expected of a Duke’s son, even if he’s just the third-born. But suddenly, low-ranked Elena Evoy, a poor count’s daughter, surpasses him in the class rankings!??!!! Baby boy’s never been challenged like that before. Of course, you gotta know your enemy first to defeat them. So he starts observing her. It’s just observation, your honour. No stalking here. Shocker, he starts to fall in love? What a twist.

Tropes - just throw all these status-obsessed nobles away

ML - Johann Aldorado Pertan

- sweet summer child precious cinnamon roll, too pure for this earth - precious cinnamon roll has never done anything wrong ever - yes it’s a blonde hair blue eyed DUKE(’s third son) - you know a guy’s a swordmaster when he can emit the ~sword aura~ - I love it when a guy do the blushublushu ///UwU/// - the guy always falls in love first ;w; - also love that slight drop of angst because daddy’s obsessed with perfection even though baby boy’s also not allowed to be better than the older brothers

FL - Elena Evoy

- sweet summer child precious cinnamon roll, too pure for this earth - protecc the cinnamon roll - super special awesome ~*magic*~ user - dandere - baby girl gotta work to earn money for a ~sick mum~ while also maintaining super good grades for her scholarship

Rating: I enjoyed my time reading this It’s a light, enjoyable series. The MCs are just 2 cute puppies. ;w; Wish there was a bit more ~drama~ at the ending but I was definitely interested enough to keep up with updates weekly, the second the new chapter dropped. Status (as of 20 Feb 2023) 100% complete. No side stories. ;A;

Same Same but Different - KareKano / His and Her Circumstances (yes, this is a manga) - The Male Lead’s Girl Friend

full rec list

#Observing Elena Evoy #Elena Evoy Observation Diary #manhwa #manhwa recommendation #CherCher reviews manhwa #Manta has so many cute fluffy series but they never have side stories ;w;

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fluctuating-fanby · 3 months

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In dreams we can get away, but I don’t wanna live that lie; I’ll stay awake for you, I’ll keep chasing you until the end of time.

...d'you ever get so invested in a fanfiction and so deeply attached to AU versions of characters very far removed from canon that it practically rivals your obsession with the source material?

Since April, that fic for me has been @a-slight-sweet-fiction's epic ongoing Kevcilos AU longfic Every Version of You. And at time of posting, Ch 99 has just been published!!! It's a long read, but well worth it. If you have any sort of attachment towards Kevcil or Kevlos or Kevcilos, I highly recommend you check it out.

It's deeply good! I'm deeply emotionally devastated! I'm deeply attached to a version of Kevin/Cecil where they've both had their lives destroyed by Strex even though their plotline is only about a quarter of the chapters of the whole fic!

It's about finding love and being loving in a life that's been so harsh. It's about moving on and second chances. It's about fearing loss but being grateful that the good even existed at all and clinging so so tightly to it while it's there. It's just [gestures wildly]!

Oh, and one last thing! MAJOR spoiler for EVOY Ch 96 under the cut.

Save the Date for the marriage of Kevin Paloma & Cecil Palmer on March 15th, 20XX, in an Other Desertworld!

LISTEN. LISTEN. I predicted that they'd get married as a joke but IT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING AND I'M SUCH A FUCKING MESS ABT IT. They may not be able to send out actual Save the Dates or wedding invitations, BUT I MADE THEM ONE ANYWAY BECAUSE THAT WAS AN UNBEARABLY SAD THOUGHT. I'M SO SO NORMAL ABT THEM (<- lying)

(To clarify, March 15th is the in-universe date of their wedding, as confirmed by the author. The wedding chapter will likely be published irl sometime in February.)

#wtnv #kevcil #evoy #every version of you #fanart of fanfiction #digital art #digital painting #vince draws stuff

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gingerylangylang1979 · 2 years

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A young man discovers his father's body and tries to protect his sister ...

I’m kind of annoyed that most of the comments are like “ls that Lip?”, “Lip”, “OMG, it’s Lip.” and had very little to say about the story. If I take the time to comment I try to say something intelligent that the 100 people before me didn’t. Oh well. Whatever. Great performance.

#youtube #jeremy allen white #the bear #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #lip gallagher #shameless #omeleto #cornflower #sam evoy #carla oudin

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nucleon-artistry · 2 years

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GENERAL CHARACTERISTICS

Scalae Natura: Umbre herba Ignis

Common Names: Flare

Gender Dimorphism: Yes

Homeland: Thaholan Archipelago

Age of Development: Early industrial with elements of the Arcane

Birthing: Mammalian

Fertility: 1-7 Kodos

Growth Rate: Medium

Races/types/forms: Flare Alpha, Flare Beta

Average Height: 8’01 ft Male

7’9 ft Female

Commonfolk Lifespan: 57 yrs (M)

70 yrs (F)

Noble Lifespan: 123 yrs (M)

130 yrs (F)

Rate of Maturation:

0-1 years Kodo

1-6 years Kodocian

6-12 years Trabalkorodo

12-40 years Jukuspecizo

40+ years Chovelo

65+ years Mestraji

Physiology:

We Flare are a marvel of thaumaturgy, unlike any other creature before us, for our kind was of purely artificial make, if you could believe it! A complex procedure of thaumocurative infusions on the bodies of Umbre herba, by our Empress and Creator, her sovereignty Aqua. Created as companions, children, and servants to her will. We were made to be taller, stronger, faster, and most importantly, more majestic than the bodies we were first made from. As might have been obvious, we share very little in common. The same magic that binds our minds to this reality, is the same as such for that of our golems and lesser constructs, the only difference is that unlike them, we can propagate, and have higher thinking.

We Flare produce significant heat due to the ignis & praecantatio flowing throughout our veins, and are very tolerant to all biomes and lands (excluding the virulent taintlands, in which we still must take great caution). Our bodies distribute potentia and victis throughout our bodies for nutrients through our sanguine fluid reservoirs, arteries, whilst waste vacuos, ignis, and flux, is deposited into the veins for disposal.

This process is slightly inefficient, and even our masterful thaumocurative functions will be bound to the rules of entropy, disease, and the malformities of an imperfect procreation. As such, our bodies will slowly wither, just as all other lifeforms before and after us. This process causes us to eventually produce more flux than safe, resulting in a total collapse of thaumocurative functions, and eventual death. Our bodies will rapidly decay into pure flux after death, and so, care should be taken with those who are on the door of mortuus to properly dispose of them before nature runs its course and causes an potential outbreak. Unlike other species however, we have a special supply of stamina, though it is at the cost of bodily harm. We can force ourselves into an overdriven state, causing our bodies to rapidly produce flux, but with immense boosts of strength and agility, even allowing us to channel our innate attunement to fire, allowing Super-Anthrum feats for as long as we can bare to damage ourselves.

Races:

There are no flare 'races' per-se, but instead there are two different creations made by our creator and empress, her sovereignty, Aqua.

Flare Alpha: Flare Alpha, or the first flare, were the first creations of her sovereignty, and tasked as benevolent rulers over us all. Only four exist, the four dukes of the land; Warper, Baser, Rizon, & Runa. Each were given powerful infusions to help them in their tasks, are cherished the most by her sovereignty (even if we are all her children), and are known to never officially die, despite reports of them perishing.

Archon's Note: Flare-Alpha can in fact die, and have died many times, through either entropy or injury. They are specifically designed to not show aging after a certain period of time, and are near-exact clones of the former generation, who seem to carry on the memories of the originals, despite not being the same person. Flare Alpha are, like her sovereignty, innately Intone with the cognito-arcanum. The nature of this infusion is kept hidden to all but the highest echelons of intellectuals and archons. We have decided to correct this for proper biological record. Only those privy will be able to read this text.

Flare Beta: Flare Beta were created after the first four, in order to make a proper society, we come from 2,762 fallen Leafis, the population of an long destroyed village. We do not share the powerful infusions, mostly due to economical costs, and the fact that infusions do not pass on to offspring. Other than that, we are functionally identical as children of her sovereignty.

Archon's Note: Flare-Beta are in fact infused with a sort of 'instilled loyalty' towards her highness Aqua, that is undetectable by normal means, and barred from research or recordation as per Aqua's 33rd dictate. This can only be noticed by a faint glow in the eyes when active, though this is only viewable by those in which the loyalty is instilled onto, or those with strong intonement with the cognito-arcanum (though this is largely covered up). Access to this innately warping and societally dangerous knowledge is restricted ONLY to Aqua, Flare Alpha, & the Duke of Aur. ~Duke Warper

Diet:

Our diet is standard to all creatures of victus, though we must eat a significant amount of Ignis, similarly to a Leafis' need of Herba, or an Usaltan's need of Alienis in their respective diets. Whilst Flare can consume uncooked flesh due to our extreme core body heat, it is inadvisable as venenum imbued foods can still infect via contact with the mouth or tongue...

Sensory:

Visiual:

Average, and indistinct from that of Usaltans or Leafis. Strangely, our sovereignty Aqua had made no attempt to make our eyes innately intuned with the vis spectra.

Olfactory:

On average as sensitive as that of the Leafis or glowing Usaltan.

Auditory:

Excellent, a trait we share with the Leafis.

Tactile:

On average as sensitive as that of other races. We do not feel, nor are damaged by all but the most intense of temperatures however.

Gustatory:

On average as sensitive as that of other races. We do not feel, nor are damaged by all but the most intense of temperatures however.

Cognito-Arcanum:

Rarely will a Flare develop a strong intonement with the Cognito-Arcanum arts, though at least a modicum is required for use of wands. Though true Cognito-Arcanum is rarely witnessed at best.

Natural Defenses:

Psychology: Being a sentient species, we can think, strategize, and barter for survival.

Teeth: Flare, like Leafis or Usaltans, naturally have sharp teeth of bone, but only a savage or a madflare would use them for combat!

Arcane Origins: Only the most desperate and foolish of creature would think to attempt to devour a Flare. Our sanguine fluids naturally curdle into toxic flux-taint once our away from our bodies, or once we traverse to into mortuus.

Intense Heat: Our core body temperatures are extremely hot due to the ignis in our bodies. We can even breathe fire, though the process is somewhat damaging to ourselves as well.

Strength: We flare are naturally the strongest intelligent species in the world (bar her sovereignty, Aqua.), and can push that even further through potentia-overdriving ourselves, though this process is damaging to ourselves as well.

Psychology:

Family: While all Flare are technically family under her sovereignty, Aqua, it is illogical to assume after such great periods since the original Flare, we would consider ourselves a singular family unit. Families are encouraged to be as prosperous as logical for their given circumstance, on average having about 3-4 offspring, with most expected to survive the first year of life. After six years of development, Young flares are given the title of Trabalkorodo, and are expected to be functional members of the household unit, with the eventual goal of learning to be functional to society at large, with tasks and duties fitting for members of such age groups. For higher class Flares, these would instead be replaced with extra years of education and study. after twelve years of life, a Flare is expected to find their own way in the world, with development and 'ladder climbing society' being encouraged by even the lowest of peasantry. Though it is obviously not assumed all will follow these lofty ideals, or else who would tend the farms and mines?

Community: Our communities are steadily progressing from petty feudalism, as more ideals spread by the Torian peoples. As peasants are steadily given more sovereignty over themselves and their properties, given access to proper education, and allowed advancement up the societal ladder based on skill rather than heritage or birthright. Ultimately culminating in a Flare Beta ascending to the rank of Duke of Aurus in the Drakewind Archipelago. We are championing a society of intellectuals, scholars, archons, mages, philosophers, inventors, for the good of the Flare as a whole.

Government: Our government is a monarchy ultimately ruled by our Creator, her sovereignty, Aqua, with the five Duke's controlling the territories of Thaholo, Torius, Fengard, Phonetix, and Aurus, as well as their militaries, and given near full authority over said lands. Power is levied out to nobles, archons, and delegates to control cities or groups of lesser territories, to lesser mages who own stretches of land.

Culture: We are steadily becoming a progressivist, innovation/intellectual focused culture. We even have colonies and trade routes across the world with certain Leafis and Usaltan peoples. Though rarely do we allow them on our shores.

Etiquette: We are interested in foreign societies (even if they are innately inferior or barbaric), though take no heed to the ideals of religion or superstition, unless they have powerful evidence for their claims. It is certainly strange that others have no unifying ideals like us.

Clothing: Our clothing is of the ornate and magical variety, with marvelous shades of purple and gold, the colors of our nation and of our peoples. One would call us 'victorian' or 'colonial' in stylistic trappings. Not the fondest on what that could mean, however.

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🥀 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖆 𝕰𝖛𝖔𝖞

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CERTIFIED VOICE ARTIST PROGRAM MY FIRST WEEK EXPERIENCE I am Keane Carl Romulo C. Borre, a passionate 19-year old with a deep-rooted dedication to public service, journalism, and voice artistry.

I have always felt a calling to make a positive impact on the lives of others and contribute to the betterment of society. I firmly believe that public service is not just a profession; it is a way of life. It's all about serving and empowering communities, address societal challenges, and advocating for the need of the people. Whether it's through volunteering, community organizing, or pursuing a career in government. I am committed to making a change and difference. Certified Voice Artist Program taught me a lot of things in just my first week. Starting with the Pochology "Someone out there need to here your voice." Youth are frequently regarded as the pillars of a country for a variety of reasons, which is why EVOY was founded to empower, inspire, and make a long-lasting effect in the lives of others, particularly youths. Youth should not be afraid to stand up for themselves since we are the key to unlocking a better future as a country's pillar and nation builders. Recognizing and empowering youth potential, as well as giving chances for education, leadership, and involvement, can contribute to a bright and sustainable future for a country. And I will utilize my voice to uplift, empower, and make a lasting difference in the lives of others as a youth leader, a nation's pillar, and our country's hope. I will allow others to be heard by my voice until they are able to speak up and stand up for themselves. During my first week, I also learned new things that broadened my horizons. This kind group provided me with solace and purpose. I learned after the first week that I must use my ideas and creativity, even if it means going insane. That in this magnificent world there are no restrictions for being who you are. To continue on this kind of incredible trip, you must have a strong heart and head. My main objective is to contribute and let someone know that I am a team player, not to get money. I developed my voice brand as one of the program's requirements. Ultimately, I come up with the concept of Empowered Voices of Youth, or EVOY. Since this is a component of my activism to use my voice to inspire young and bring about change in my community, I can truly identify to it. I'm going to set out on a mission to utilize my art to elevate the importance of dreaming. to demonstrate to others that we should never undervalue the strength of our voices. to communicate the dreams I had that spoke to my spirit. As I wrap up my first week of blogging for those who aspire to become certified voice artists, I want you to realize that chasing your dreams is important, not just follow them. "Don't Follow your dreams, Chase them." See you in my next Blog!

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ghostkennedy · 9 months

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Every Version of You (3)

A reverse harem with three variants of Leon Kennedy and feminine reader.

~ Masterlist ~ Previous Part ~ Next Part ~

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

SONGS: To the End - My Chemical Romance and Broken Smile (My All) - Lil Peep

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR PART THREE: self-deprecating, angst, anxiety, depression, yelling, feelings of insignificance, death, talking about death, feelings of love, love confessions, mentions of wanting to die, arguing, teasing, anger, blood, bleeding out, descriptions of blood on skin, loss of hopes and dreams, trauma, tension

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PART "CHAPTER" THREE

Rookie sits on the cold floor with his back pressed against an even colder cement wall. But he feels uncomfortably warm with you sitting right next to him leaning your head on his shoulder.

It’s been an hour since he watched your random make out session with his older self. It stirred up feelings within himself that he’s not sure he wants to address. But sitting here in silence, there’s nothing else for him to really do. Of course his mind is wandering, threatening to burst out of his skull completely if he doesn’t suffocate the flames.

You’re not in any better state of mind. He feels less like a pussy seeing you struggle to process and cope with everything, just as he is, but he also wants to take it all away from you. He hates seeing you in so much pain, so torn up inside that all you can do is stare off blankly. He knows he’s useless to you right now. He’s staring off blankly at the same wall, so how in the hell could he ever be comforting to you?

Rookie never considered himself to be an overly anxious person, but right now, he feels like he merely exists as a cloud of anxiety over the room.

He’s an insignificant man; he knows he isn’t destined for anything revolutionary or some sort of infamy. He’s looking at this older, well seasoned version of himself and doesn’t see how he could ever get to such a point in his life.

How is he supposed to meet the expectations layed out for him by his future self? Surviving apocalypses, outbreaks, and man made horrors? Somehow prevailing against all odds? He’s just Leon Kennedy, not a superhero. He’s been destined for failure since the day he was born. And yet, he’s somehow supposed to save lives and possibly even the world?

No wonder you freaking died! He’s irresponsible and not the leader type. He’s meant to do as he’s told and never fall out of line. That’s what Leon Kennedy is good at, not whatever this bullshit is. Time travel, for fuck’s sake? He’s entirely out of his element.

Then, he has to stand here quietly and watch as older Leon makes out with you. He sees this devotion and utter adoration in his eyes when he looks at you and it feels so foreign to him. That’s supposed to be him–he’s supposed to feel like that? Maybe not now, but one day? He’s capable of such a thing?

You’re a nice girl and everything, but he doesn’t know you all that well and he’s supposed to just accept that there’s something written in the stars between the two of you? How the fuck is he supposed to feel?

With the knowledge he now possesses, how is he supposed to authentically experience anything ever again? How does he naturally fall in love with you or know that he is in love with you, when in the back of his mind he knows he’s meant to? How does he go about his normal life, knowing an outbreak is coming and not to go running for the hills? Everything feels wrong–is everything wrong?

In all of the cheesy movies he’s seen about time travel, they say that this is the way timelines are destroyed. Is he responsible for completely fucking up the natural trajectory of the world? Maybe not this version of himself, but he still feels complicit. Something, or some things rather, happen to him and he’s messed up enough to be willing to destroy the world and society as we know it. What gives him the right–what makes him significant enough to do something so major?

Nothing has made sense since they showed up and pulled him from his life and timeline. He’s so overwhelmed and it’s only been a day or two since he was taken from his average life.

You’re also overwhelmed and overthinking everything, but for very different reasons.

You’re sure of your feelings for Leon. When you thought he was dying, those feelings forced their way to the surface and demanded to be acknowledged. You could lie and blame it on the traumatic situation, but deep down, you know those feelings have always been there. It was easy to admit to them in the moment, simply because falling in love with Leon is one of the easiest things you’ve ever done.

Now that you know Leon had to endure the same exact thing, except you actually died, it’s a hard pill to swallow to put it mildly. That’s not even mentioning the fact that you’re meant to die. You’re supposed to drop dead in what, a few weeks or maybe a few months? It fills you with an existential dread that you’ve never felt before.

This must be how people feel when they’re told they only have a few months to live. The finality of it, the inevitability of it, fills you with a helpless feeling you desperately wish you didn’t have to address.

You keep replaying the conversation between you and Leon over and over and over. No matter how hard you try to push it out of your head, all you can hear are his words.

“...A life without you isn’t a life worth living for me.”

Dying? What the fuck is he talking about?

You pull yourself out of his grasp and force as much distance between the two of you as possible.

Leon speaks again. “I’m sorry. I know that’s a lot to process, but it’s my truth. I just needed you to know that.”

“I’m going to die?” Your voice is shaky, showing the nerves you’re trying to push down.

Leon shakes his head. “Not if I have anything to do with it. Hindsight is 20/20. If I have to sacrifice myself to save you, then I’m sorry I couldn’t live for you. But I’d choose you over absolutely anything any day. I’m nothing without you and I know you’d find happiness in this world, even without me. You’re resilient and beautiful and captivating. The world would bend to your will just to keep you.”

Your mouth falls open and all you can do is stare at him. You’re not one to ever be speechless, but you keep finding yourself in this state.

“How did it feel when you thought I died? Did you feel that emptiness–that helplessness? Do you understand how it feels now?”

“Not you. My Leon. And I’d rather not discuss how it felt, but thanks anyway I guess.” You avoid his eyes, but you have something else you need to say. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

You’re referring to the kiss and Leon recognizes that immediately.

“You’re serious?” He scoffs at you.

You scoff right back at him, “Yeah I’m fucking serious. You may be Leon’s older self, but you’re not my Leon. My feelings are for him.”

You feel like you betrayed him. Whether it’s his older self or his younger self or whoever, your loyalty belongs to your Leon. Fuck every other timeline besides yours and his. It’s the only timeline you give a shit about.

“I’ll try to be patient with you. I know I’ve had a lot more time to process the dynamic of what’s happening, but my love for you is unconditional. I love every version of you. In every past life, this life, the next one, and the one after that.”

“We’ll be able to wake Leon shortly. He just needs to… marinate a bit longer for lack of a better term,” Luis snaps you from your thoughts.

You nod at him. The emotions are eating you up from the inside out and you’re starting to feel numb and disconnected.

“Hey,” Chris speaks up this time. “You’re not going to die. We’re here for the sole purpose of saving you. We won’t let anything happen to you. It’d be a waste of time for all of us if we let you die anyway.”

His last sentence is humorous and even though you try not to laugh, you can’t stop the huff of breath that leaves you.

“What if we can’t save me? Or what if we destroy the world by messing with the timeline or something? What if God comes down and smites us all? If you believe in any of that. Whatever divine presence you could possibly believe in, it doesn’t change anything. How can we know anything we do will change fate?”

The word vomit just keeps tumbling past your lips. You can’t help it. You’re terrified. You’re anxious. You’re every negative feeling to ever be translated into this language.

“We’ve succeeded before with a whole lot less,” Luis explains. “I’m supposed to be dead, yet I’m very much alive.” He does jazz hands. As if he didn’t just casually mention they’ve done the time travel thing before and it’s the only reason he’s standing here. He treats it like you’re discussing what to order for fucking lunch.

“He was the trial run,” Leon explains while shrugging. “Sort of like a crash test dummy. We weren’t going to put you through this without knowing if it could actually work. Plus he’s a scientist, or whatever.”

“Jee, thanks amigo.”

Chris’ lips thin as he fails to hold back a laugh.

“For Christ’s sake, what now?” Leon spits out at Chris.

“I think he calls us amigo to remind us how white we are. A more accurate translation of his amigos would be his white people. It’s funny.”

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s kind of funny,” you butt in and Leon’s head whips in your direction, shooting you a death glare. You throw your hands up in the air to feign your innocence, but he just shakes his head at you.

“Amigos, why must we always argue?”

Chris responds, “See, Leon? He’s not denying it. He’s patronizing us-”

“What the fuck are you talking about-”

“Hey!” Luis yells over the two of them. “Kiss and make up, will you? We got shit to take care of.”

Both men finally quiet down; Leon getting one more dirty look in at Chris before shifting his attention back to the conversation at hand.

“Any way,” Luis looks back at you, “These two managed to get their hands on the technology to come back and intervene in my…ending. But the side effects are pretty brutal. I’ve spent a lot of time researching and altering our methods.”

“The mechanics were terrible,” Chris grimaces.

“What gave you that idea? The fact that we almost killed ourselves in the process?” Leon scowls.

Rookie finally speaks up. “Is he always like this?”

“Hope not,” you mumble.

“As I was saying,” Luis once again has to bring everyone’s attention back to the actual discussion. “Your mission will be delayed due to an urgent matter. The president’s daughter is kidnapped and Leon will be sent to retrieve her. I was meant to die on that mission.”

Leon finishes the story for Luis.

“Then, I get back and we go on with our assignment and everything goes wrong. You die, I barely survive, it’s a shitshow. But now Luis is alive and we’ve figured our shit out, so now we can go on with our actual initiative; saving the girl who somehow considers me a different person.”

“Sorry this is a weird situation we’ve found ourselves in.” You snap at him and he gives you a look of complete surprise at the outburst.

And then, Leon laughs. It’s a humorless laugh as he cradles his face in his hands. You’re completely confused at his reaction and you know it’s showing in your expression.

When his head whips back up, his eyes instantly meet yours, your heart stops and you’re actually startled by the angry expression on his face.

“You died in my fucking arms!” He shouts and the whole room falls into silence.

You can’t bring yourself to look away from him. You wish the world would swallow you up and remove you from this situation. Or maybe if you could fold in on yourself until you ceased to exist right before his very eyes. Anything to not feel the intensity in the heat of his stare.

You don’t know what to say. What the fuck do you say to that? I’m sorry for dying? It wasn’t my intention to do so? Thank you? Glad you could join me there?

“Can we have a moment alone?” His words express a question, but his tone iterates it as a demand not to be argued against.

The other three men quietly leave the room. As they walk away, you silently plead for one of them to stay–to not leave you alone to face his wrath and fury on your own.

But your prayers go unanswered as Rookie gives you a sympathetic look before closing the door behind him.

You stare down at your hands as you fiddle with your finger nails. You don’t know which would be worse, the deafening silence or him actually speaking to you. Do you even want to know what he has to say to you? He’s furious, to put it mildly, and you dread the fact that he might take it out on you. Leon wouldn't do that though–or would he? Do you even know anything at all anymore?

He sighs heavily before walking over to you, sitting next to you on the floor. He takes over Rookie’s old spot, his presence much more crowding than he younger counterpart.

He takes your left hand in his much larger hands. You feel so small with the way your hand ceases to exist between his. It’s scary, it’s overwhelming, it’s comforting. It’s a perfect fucking fit is what it is.

“I don’t mean to be so angry. I don’t want to be, but I can’t control it anymore. I’m so fucking angry.” He speaks to you quietly.

“Why?” Your voice is even quieter than his. It comes out barely above a whisper.

“You were bleeding out in my arms. Your blood covered my entire chest and was dripping off of my arms. And it was so warm; it’s like I can still feel it coating my skin.”

You finally turn your head to look at him, but he’s still looking ahead. You bring your other hand to his, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles gently. You silently encourage him to go on and he finally sighs, relenting.

“I could feel the life leaving your body, could feel you weakening against me. And in that moment, even though you knew you were dying and there was nothing we could do, you were comforting me. Assuring me that I’d be okay.”

Your lips form a sad smile, because you know that that is absolutely what you would do in that situation. Even as you lay there dying, half way in his arms and half way in the grim reapers, you’d want to make sure he was okay. You’d want to assure him that everything would be fine for him even though it wasn’t for you. It wouldn’t matter if you could accept the fact that you were dying or not; you’d want to comfort him with the fact that you were at peace with it. All for his sake.

“And then you were just,” He looks over at you and releases a heavy breath, “Gone. You stopped bleeding and your blood slowly dried into my skin. The blood went cold on me. And I knew there was nothing I could’ve done to save you, but I wanted that warm feeling back. I wished you were still bleeding out in my arms and that your warm blood was running down my body, just so that I could have even a few more seconds with you.”

You nod your head as you listen to him. He probably takes it as you encouraging him to talk about it and release it from his system, but it’s more than that to you. You understand how he felt. You would’ve jumped into the vat of liquid with Leon just to have those last moments with him. You hated the thought of him dying alone in there and you would’ve given anything to hold him in your arms that one last time.

“You know, I denied my feelings for you until the bitter end. I sat there with your lifeless body and that was when I finally allowed myself to admit I was in love with you. I was forced to acknowledge all of those emotions I’d refused to for so long. All I could do was whisper to you how much I loved you even though I knew you were no longer there to hear it.”

He leans in and rests his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry it took you bleeding out in my arms for me to finally speak the words of what I knew all along. I still feel the pain every goddamn day. I spent every minute after that wishing I would’ve just died with you.”

You pull your hands from his and bring them up to his face, holding his cheeks in your palms and forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“I know,” your voice waivers. “I know because it was the same for me. Felt like the fucking world was ending. I just knew that I loved you so much, and that I would never get to love you while you were alive.”

Leon wrapped his arms around you and you wrapped yours around him. You clung to each other so tightly, your souls might have actually merged together right there in that basement. It didn’t matter how complicated the situation was, because you two understood each other. And that’s all that really mattered in that moment.

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After a while, everyone is back in the basement. Chris, Luis, and Leon are gathered around the control panel, talking amongst themselves. You and Rookie are once again left to your own devices.

He hasn’t spoken much and just by the lost look on his face, you can see his mind running a thousand miles per hour.

“Hey,” Rookie’s attention is immediately on you, as if he was just waiting for you to speak to him. “I know it’s probably not comforting at all, but um, the version of me in your time is oblivious to everything too. We haven’t gone through life altering atrocities together yet. If she was brought here, I think she’d have shut down completely. Like, fuck, I’m still trying not to shut down completely.”

Rookie smiles at your attempt to calm his mind, like an actual smile. His actual smile versus the ones he fakes are so different, it’s like night and day. And you’d do anything to see his real smile, so you continue.

“I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you, having your dream ripped from you is devastating. Having to let go of everything you thought you’d have? Processing the world being completely different then how you always knew it to be? It’s miserable. It doesn’t matter if you save the entire world, you’ll never feel like a hero. But you are a hero, Leon. Nothing will ever lessen the burdens that are yours alone to bear and for that, I am so sorry.”

“Thank you,” he says before leaning his head on your shoulder, the opposite of your earlier position. When you were leaning on his shoulder in a subconscious need to be close to him.

“I think I’ll always mourn the life I wanted for myself. You know, the fulfilling career, finding my soulmate, the white picket fence. Can’t forget the house full of well behaved kids,” you huff out a laugh. “My dream is simple now, but seems so much harder to attain than my previous ones.”

“And what’s that?”

“To be happy.”

Rookie looks up at you, a solemn look on his face.

“Is it okay if I steal that dream and make it mine too?”

“Well, of course. Gotta shoot for the stars, right?”

You smile at each other, your smile only grows recognizing his genuine smile. And you stare at each other longer than what would be considered normal. But the longer you stare at each other, the harder you find it to look away.

In his eyes, you see every version of Leon and the feeling growing inside of your chest is foreign and new to you. Because he’s still your Leon, just the younger version. And the Leon leaning against the cement wall as he watches Luis and Chris argue over something on the control panel, is your Leon too. You have no fucking idea what to make of this realization.

You’re not sure how much time passes, when a throat clears, pulling you and Rookie’s attention over to the other men.

“His calibration is done,” Chris announces. “We can wake him up now.”

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