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Fandom ask game, Resident Evil! I was thinking Village, but feel free to pull from the series as a whole!

Well, despite knowing basically everyone in the series personally (and some of them... carnally hfhfhf), I don't think I'm ready to open the REvildora's Box™ just yet, so instead I shall curse you with my very based opinions on RE4 and Village instead for they are my beloveds <3c

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

RE4: The Merchant! My bestie, my pal, my boinky spunge... God I love him so much <3c Best comfort character to ever step into a RE game, I wish I could snatch him like the purse and take him home with me. Also Capcom if you're reading this... Bring him back. Tell me he's all right. Explain how the Duke knows about him. I NEED ANSWERS FFS >:(

RE Village: No thoughts, only Sturm frolicking free within the walls of my skull, bouncing around my brain like the DVD screensaver dispensing dopamine like a murderous vending machine... We shall be married in spring <3c

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

RE4: Regenerators! They're shaped like friends and they give the best hugs! Sweet toothy babies, there's not a single thought behind those eyes and we're all absolutely thankful for that jddhk Also shout out to my guys the Garradors. Absolutely fucked up choices have been made for y'all's design but you're still my fave thing to crash into in the Castle 💜

RE Village: 《 *covers the mic* Can I say Sturm again? ..No? Aight, fine, I still got this dw 》 Call me based but the Soldaten are my squad and I will hoard them like a crazy old lady gathers stray cats. Sure, they're a little blood-thirsty and they definitely don't smell good but I don't care, they're so dear to my heart I can ignore such trivialities <3c (also I'm armed with wet towelettes and I ain't afraid to use them fhfhgh)

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

RE4: Ingrid. She's not really a "fave" of mine but I do like her, she was there for us when no one else was and honestly she's quite the most beautiful sight we get to see on screen imo... too bad everyone is obsessed with Ada instead smh 🙄

RE Village: Donna Beneviento. Maybe it's the gay panic, maybe it's her chapter being one of the most amazing things I've ever witnessed in a RE game or maybe it's just the sad Italian bitches solidarity™ but she's really grown on me ngl. I just wish we had seen a little more about her though :/

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I will not ever shut up about it for a week)

RE4: Mike. We met for a short time but I loved you from the first moment... To bad you had to die so soon waaaa 😭💔

RE Village: Angie, who just like her creator hasn't received the right space she deserves within the narrative. Her design is top notch, her character is literally through the roof and the fact that she's the unhinged part of Donna? Fuck Capcom, why don't we explore that a bit more uh? Why don't we get to know more about this dynamic uhh??? Justice for Angie and Donna when 😤

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

RE4: Fucking Osmund Saddler. He's slimy, he's nasty, he's got tentacles in places they shouldn't be... He's the cult leader we don't need but surely deserve basically fjhd. Love to babygirlify him one day, I think that would fix him for good uwu💅✨

RE Village: Uhh I'm gonna regret this but uh.. Mother Miranda. Girlboss, gatekeep, gaslight queen am I right? I really like her character (that design... Yes!), her motivations and overall her story arc which, despite not being flawless and could've been better managed into terms of writing, I do find quite interesting :) She still gives me kinda the homophobic vibes though so hmm. I'm conflicted fjfhh

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

RE4: Salazar. I have nothing against him, I actually kinda like him but he's short and a brat so I'm just compelled to poke fun at him (and perhaps risk the fury of his bodyguards maybe even being manhandled by them, oh noo whatever shall I dooooo hrsgahg 👀🥴). Aaand Bitores too. Like to slap his bald head reblog to slap his bald head 🎱🙋

RE Village: Heisenberg, and this time it's personal >:3c

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

RE4: Krauser. He's a half-naked annoying crummy bundle of toxic masculinity whose perky nipples have harassed me on screen long enough. It's time to STOP. Go to therapy. Please?

RE Village: I think everyone should take turns in there. Not because I hate any of them but because I want to see the ensuing chaos unleashed down there uwu

Aaand we're done, tènkius so much for the ask, I've had a lot of fun with this one (despite taking an hour to come up with an answer that wasn't just copy-pasting Sturm and the Merchant for every category fjfhhf) and ofc if any of y'all is a RE fan you're more than welcome to come here and roast me for my life choices djfbdhfb <3c

#resident evil 4 #resident evil village #ask game #foolishwritingsstupidideas #get to know the corpse #oh yes this is definitely going on the other blog jddhk

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collapsingintojupiter · 5 years

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6 and 17 from the prompt list? With logince? I really loved your analogical dads and baby Patton 💙

“I need a place to stay.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

Oooh this is gonna be fun.

Characters: Logan and Roman

Relationships: Some Logince for you shippers out there.

Warnings: None, I don't think? Let me know if I should add any though.

***

It was, as they say, a dark and stormy night. More stormy than anything else though; thunder rattled and cracked in the sky, shaking the apartment's thin walls as Logan attempted to make himself some soup for dinner.

Okay, so maybe soup was a bit of a generous name to give it.

Logan stirred his chicken Ramen over the stove, dutifully following the instructions on the package while lightning split the dark sky in half over and over and over again outside the window. In the living room, the TV murmured beneath the clattering of rain on the roof, which had risen to a deafening roar since the storm had first made itself known with cold drops and sharp wind.

Logan flinched as the gale outside flung a loose branch against the kitchen window with a sharp crack--at least the glass didn't break, any harder and it might've done just that.

He finished making his Ramen and poured it into a mug, sniffing at it appreciatively as he padded into the living room to eat. His tabby cat, Newton, meowed at him from beneath the couch. She hated storms, and honestly Logan couldn't blame her. She's going to need more food, he reminded himself. The bag's almost empty. I can try to get into town sometime--

A sharp rap at the door forced Logan to pause his thoughts, turning in surprise towards the entrance to his apartment. He wasn't expecting visitors--he almost never was, not only that but he lived in a somewhat shady part of town and it was common for drunks to wander around after dark.

None of them had knocked on his door, though.

Logan waited, and whoever it was knocked again--it sounded almost desperate that time. Clearly the person had no intention of leaving anytime soon, whoever they were. Logan sighed, heading over to the door and cracking it open.

A tall man in a red and white jacket looked back at him, drenched from head to toe and shivering violently. His form was immediately blurred by the rain that splattered against Logan's glasses.

"Uh, hi--" he sneezed. "Sorry...I uh…I really need a place to stay. Just…" he looked up. "Just until the storm passes. Please… I've tried everyone else on the street, and I--"

"Come in."

The man looked surprised--no, shocked. "Really? I--I can stay?"

"I believe I just said that you could." Logan's voice was concerned, not irritated. This guy was clearly sick on top of whatever had forced him into the storm unprepared.

"Thank you so much, Mr…"

"Call me Logan." He gestured for the other man to step inside, pulling the door firmly shut behind them.

"Thank you, Logan. My name's Roman, nice to meet you despite the ah, unfortunate circumstances.

Logan nodded. He looked down at his Ramen, then suddenly thrust it into Roman's hands.

"I have plenty extra," he said when he saw the look on the man's face. "Living room is in there, go sit down."

"Logan, please, I can't take this--"

"Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion." Logan said firmly. He pointed at the couch. "Sit."

Roman sat. He looked like he was going to try and argue again, but then he looked down at the Ramen in his hands and the last bit of his resolve faded as he dug in.

"Thank you."

Logan nodded, turning and padding down the hallway to his room. He returned to the living room a few minutes later with a bundle of clothes in his arms, which he set down on the coffee table. Roman looked at the bundle, then up at Logan.

"You're sick," Logan said before he could say anything. "That won't be helped by you sitting around in those wet clothes." He pointed at the hallway he'd just come from. "Bathroom is down there on the left. Change when you're done eating."

"Not that sick," Roman muttered. "You don't have to--" a sudden bout of coughing cut him off, and once he could breathe again Logan was glaring at him with his hands on his hips. He shut his mouth and did as he was told, finishing his Ramen before grabbing the bundle and disappearing down the hall. Logan sighed, then went back into the kitchen to make himself some more Ramen.

Roman came back right as the water started to boil, dressed in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a plain red shirt. He'd toweled off, and now his damp hair hung around his dark eyes, framing his tanned face. A blanket was draped over his shoulders, swirling behind him like a cape as he came into the room.

Despite the entrance, however, Roman looked anything but princely. If anything, he looked all the more forlorn; all the more tired. His walk was more of a stagger, and his breath rattled in his throat as he passed Logan and collapsed weakly onto the couch.

"I'll bring you something to take so that you sleep better tonight." Logan searched through the cupboards, pulling out two green pills and a glass which he filled with water.

"Thank you," Roman rasped as he handed it to him. Logan nodded and went to retrieve his Ramen. Though he hated to, it would be best if he went to his room early and ate in there so that his guest could sleep.

"I'll leave you alone now," he told Roman, turning to leave.

"No wait!" Roman coughed again, his body shaking under the blanket. "Stay…please? I...I don't much like the dark."

Logan narrowed his eyes. Had Roman looked so pathetic a few moments ago? He's not…he sighed; defeated.

"Very well." Logan took his Ramen into the living room and seated himself next to Roman, nibbling at the noodles and glaring at them when his glasses fogged from the steam. Eventually, he heard Roman's voice as he wiped his glasses off for the third time.

"I like your cat." Logan put his glasses back on and looked up to see that Newton had made her way into Roman's lap. The other man was currently stroking her fur, and before long a soft purr rumbled in her throat. She likes him. Newton has good taste, Roman can't be all that bad if she likes him.

"That's Newton," he stated, gesturing to the cat. "I'm surprised she decided to come out from under the couch while the storm was still going."

"You named your cat Newton?" Roman chuckled and then coughed. "That's a new one."

Logan didn't know how to answer that, so he didn't, allowing silence to fall over the room again. Roman was quiet for a while, contenting himself to giving Newton attention, but before long he was talking again.

"Got any stories to tell, Logan?"

"Stories?" Logan looked up, surprised.

"Yeah. Where are you from? Got any family? A dramatic life story?" He tried to laugh, but all that resulted from it was another bout of coughing.

"There's hardly anything dramatic about my life story," Logan answered dryly. "Strict parents. Youngest of four siblings. Got kicked out when I was sixteen."

"I'd call that dramatic." Roman smiled; he didn't try to laugh this time. He yawned. "I'm from up North; came down to check on my sister. Family business, I guess you could say. We got in a fight and she kicked me out of her house."

"She kicked you out when you were sick!?" Logan's exclamation brought out a surprised look from Roman.

"Yeah. She was pretty mad." He grinned. "I'm a pain in the ass. Ask anybody I know."

"Doesn't give anyone an excuse to…" Logan cut himself off, grumbling, and suddenly stood up with a huff. "Are--are you sufficiently tired for me to leave, Roman?"

The man grinned at him. How dare he be so cute. "Yeah, I think so. Night Logan."

Roman stayed for three days, letting Logan take care of him and occasionally snatching a conversation when he could from the otherwise quiet man. Logan didn't understand why, but he found himself looking forward to getting to talk to the odd and rather dramatic character that had stumbled through his door; he was fun to talk to, interesting. He hadn't really realized how lonely he was until Roman came, and Logan enjoyed his company more than he would've liked to admit.

On the fourth day, Roman was gone. There were no goodbyes or anything like that; he just disappeared. Logan woke up to find his clothes folded and stacked in the hallway near his door, the kitchen swept clean and the previous night's dishes washed, the living room straightened up, and most importantly--there wasn't a sign of the princely character anywhere. When Logan went into the kitchen he found a note taped to the refrigerator.

Dear Logan, it said.

I'm sorry about the hasty exit, but I guess life calls at inopportune times and I didn't want to wake you. Thank you for the hospitality you have extended to me these past few days, and the kindness you've shown to me. I appreciate everything you've done immensely, and I hope to pay you back for it one day. In case you're wondering I'll be back eventually, don't worry. I look forward to seeing you again, maybe we can get coffee the next time I'm in town?

In case you want to talk to me before then, here's my number.

Logan couldn't help the slight blush that tinted his cheeks by the time he'd finished reading the letter, and the little smile that crossed his face as he folded the paper and set it down.

Then he went back to his life.

Except, this time, one might have noticed a little more energy in Logan than before; a few more smiles; a different kind of optimism for life that wasn't there before. And while those he knew might speculate on what had changed for him; why he was different, Logan of course knew the real reason.

After all, his prince was coming back. When, Logan couldn't say for sure. He had the feeling that Roman was something of a spontaneous character.

But he'd be back.

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There ya go, hope you enjoyed!

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