#ser leone
Text
The City of Hoke by Shelly Lowenkopf
Kozy Books K139, 1961
Cover by Ser Leone
44 notes
·
View notes
Text
La amo 😅
#no se puede ser más troll#ni más ídola 😅#que sabíamos todos que se anunciaba hoy la renovación pero ella lo tuvo que anunciar con su humor particular 😅🥰#mapi leon#barcelona femeni
52 notes
·
View notes
Text
Cómo diente de león quisiera ser, dejarme llevar por el viento, volar lejos, sobre los techos, ella campo, la ciudad, el bosque, el desierto y con un poco de suerte llegar hasta el océano.
Confundirme con la arena, que el agua me lleve de nuevo y navegar sinuosamente entre las olas del mar. Desafiar la tormenta, aguantar hasta que todo pase y de nuevo salir a flote en alguna para llegar a alguna playa donde quizas el amor me encuentre.
Seré diente de león dejando mis filamentos al aire, mi poesía viajando, mi prosa encontrando su lugar, mi imaginación posándose en tu mente, mi inspiración alojándose en tu alma, creando sueños en tu mente y enamorando tu corazón.
Leregi Renga
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Y así fue que me olvide de mi tratando de hacerte feliz y en el intento me perdí. Y me dio miedo la distancia de no ser bueno para ti y de un precipicio me tire.
Oh-oh... no existe el amor, no existe el amor.
#souvenir#leon#leon larregui#voluma#solstis#amor#love#canción#spotify#ella#la extraño#te extraño#vil#ser especial#hacerte feliz#me perdiste#me perdi#olvidar#olvide#indie#besos#guapa#chica guapa#miedo#distancia
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Should I bring some of my old OC's back?
#Shin talks#been thinking a lot about Ser and Leon#Though Leon has his own blog but maybe I should condense and settle him in the new one
0 notes
Text
Two hearts, one timeline. Alexia putellas x reader
An age gap romance. Part 2
“ We are delighted to introduce you to this young star. She is a 2 time world cup champion, the youngest ever to achieve that. A 2 time NWSL winner. A final’s MVP and just overall an inspiration. Welcome to the show.” said the reporter next to you. The studio was quiet and all you could hear was your heart beating in your ears. This wasn't the first time you were on TV but you were uncertain about the way the news you were about to deliver is gonna be perceived.
“ Thank you for having me.” you respond with a smile on your face.
“ After your recent NWSL win you were the talk of the sports world. Everybody is interested in whether you are gonna resign with your club or not. What do you say to those questions?”
“ Well I am sad to say that I will not resign with Seattle but very excited to say that a team I have been dreaming of joining has reached out to sign me. I have signed a 4 year contract with FC barcelona.”
“ Oh my god, that's exciting. Tell us how you feel at the moment.”
“ Well, I am very excited,but sad to say goodbye to my family in the states and at seattle. I think this challenge is gonna help me develop as a footballer and learn new styles.”
“ Well, we wish you good luck.”
“ Thank you.”
You exit the studio and the weight of the secret drops from your shoulder. You were gonna leave your home for a more competitive team and a shot at the chapion’s league.
Your move to Barcelona was smooth. You celebrated your run at your old club with the girls, took your flight the next day and landed in sunny Barcelona, the weather was as great as they all said. You then went directly to your new apartment. The time zone change weighed heavily on your body so you took a shower immediately, put your sheets in your new bed and laid down as soon as you could. You then opened your phone only for it to freeze due tha new messages and followers you received. You could see all the comments and messages your new teammates wrote on your post congratulating you on the signing and wishing well for you. This made you excited for your first day tomorrow.
When you woke up the next day you were nervous to say the least. You got ready, called a taxi and headed to the facility. You first got a tour of the facility which was empty because it was early. You met as much staff as you could, did your fitness and health test, a photoshoot, and shot some content. By the time you were done your teammates were done training too. You were ushered by the assistant coach to go to the field and meet everybody.
Your heart was beating like a drum. You were standing next to alexia putellas, aitana bonmati, lucy bronze, and mapi leon. Those people are more experienced and have more accolades than you.
“ Everybody please welcome our new signing from the US.” said your coach which caused all of them to start cheering.
“Hola a todos. Estoy emocionado de ser parte de este equipo, compartir el campo con todos ustedes y ganar algunos trofeos con ustedes.”
“Joder, hablas español y tus estadísticas son buenas, nos llevaremos muy bien.“ said patri putting her arm on your shoulder and guiding you inside.
“Si ella hablara catalán habríamos sido mejores amigas.” said aitana sarcastically.
The rest of the day went on great, you had lunch with the girls, you laughed with them, and exchanged stories. They welcomed you very well.
“ for a young girl you really carry yourself well.” said lucy
“ I had to grow up quickly.” you respond to her.
Your first month at Barcelona was amazing. You got on with the girls really well, training was going well, you had your first start within 2 weeks of your arrival and the fans were really happy with you after your first hattrick in the last match.
“Necesitamos celebrar tu primer mes exitoso con nosotros estrella.” said mapi while you were recovering in the gym. Estrella was the Spanish translation of the nickname the fans gave you when you were getting famous, which was stargirl. That nickname was used by everybody you knew, even the press. But from them it sounded different.
“ Yeah sure, just text me the details.” You responded.
You then went home, showered, and rested. You then got a message from the group chat.“ La terrazza. 8:00.”
Since they went there to celebrate you, you decided to show up and show out. You decided on a black maxi dress, heels, gold accessories, and a red lip.
You drove to the club and got there at 8 sharp. You went inside, and headed straight to the bar to order a drink. The girls started coming little by little, and by a few hours you were all jammed up dancing in the middle of the dance floor. However, your captain didn't join you; she instead opted to watch from the bar.
Alexia has been quiet and reserved around you. Maybe she didn't like you or maybe she was just a quiet person, you never really thought about it before.
“chicas voy a ir al baño.” You yell so that you can be heard over the loud music and exit the dance floor.
Surprisingly the bathroom was empty. You got your business done and went over to the mirror to fix your makeup.
“Parece que te lo estás pasando bien aquí en Barcelona..” said a voice from behind you which took you a minute to realize it was Alexia 's.
“ Capitana I am too drunk for Spanish right now.” You respond still facing the mirror
“ You look good. I mean happy in Barcelona.” She said nervously.
“ Well that's because of you and your friends out there. Actually it was more your friends than you since you hate me.” You respond l, alcohol making you braver than you usually are.
“ I could never hate you. I just can't control myself around you.” She says half whispering. “tengo que ir.” She added before she exited the bathroom.
“ This is definitely something I need to visit tomorrow when I am sober.” You say to yourself before joining the girls again. You were told that Alexia left which caused you to have more questions but you didn't give it much thought. You partied more with the girls before leaving.
Your head was pounding the next morning but you couldn't remember anything, only that you had a great time.
The following weeks were nothing short of spectacular. You were training well, winning every game, scoring every game, and you really built a community with the girls. But Alexia was giving you more space than usual which you couldn't understand why.
Jonathan could see that Alexia was cornering herself away from you so he decided to pair you with each other on everything under the excuse of her giving you more experience since she was older than you. She didn't talk when she was near you, she barely even touched you. This caused commotion in your brain. You lost sleep over why she despised you so much.
One day you had enough of the questions in your brain so you waited in the locker room knowing that she wouldn't come to it to avoid you. You stayed there af-ter all the girls left. After a while alexia entered the locker room
“ Have I ever done anything to offend you?” you ask as soon as you see her figure.
“ Mierda, me asustaste, pensé que no había nadie aquí.” she said taking a few steps back
“ capitana please just give a straight answer. What have I ever done to you?.”
“ We talked about this and my answer was nothing, the problem is in me.”
“ when did we talk about this i don't remember anything.”
“ that night at the party now will you please leave so that i can change and go home i am really tired.”
“ Alexia, this is eating away at me. All I want is for us to be friends or just teammates. Tell me what I did so that we can get past it.”
“ You did nothing, just get over it. You have plenty of friends.”
“No puc fer això ara mateix, és massa jove i hauria de proteger-la de mi” she whispers in catalan and leave without looking at you.
You didn't understand catalan but it was close to Spanish which you were fluent in so when you heard her words you could remember them easily. After she left you reached for your phone and translated her words. “ I can't do this right now. He is too young and should protect her from me.”
Alexia’s words shocked you. You felt dizzy and couldn't focus. You never realized that alexia could have anything for you except hate. You loved her and admired her for the player and person she is. You looked up to her kind heart and intelligent brain. But no matter what you thought about it you needed her approval, her attention, and her focus to be on you as much as you were on her. That's why her distance from you left you puzzled.
You knew that you couldn't stay like that, not when your brain was filled with questions that needed answering.
You left the training facility, and headed straight to Alexia's house.
Before knocking on her door your knees were weak and your brain was quiet. She opened the door mere moments later.
“ What did you mean by protecting me from you?” you asked as soon as she opened the door.
“ What are you doing here?” she asked.
“ What did you mean, alexia?”
“ i don't want to talk about this.”
“ well i do it's the only thing i have been thinking about.”
You force your way inside and she closes the door after you
“ You are not this passive aggressive. I know you. I heard alot about you. This thing you are hiding from me is killing me.” you say to her once she is in front of you.
“ Believe me when I say that I am protecting you.”
“ it's not your choice capitana. What are you protecting me from?”
“ I am protecting you from my feelings for you god damn it. We can't be together and that is all I have been thinking about. I have been thinking about you, your body, your laughter, your eyes. It’s driving me insane.” she yells as she slams the wall behind you.
You weren't shocked, you managed to keep your calm. You held onto her hand which was still on the wall. You backed up a little bit and didn't say a word.
“ this can't happen, you are 23, i am 30. I am older than you. I outrank you in the team. I just…”
“ i dont care.” you interrupt her still holding on to her arm. “ capitana i dont give a fuck. I want you. I need you. Do you want me?” you add.
“More than you'll ever know.” she whispers.
The air was still. The tension was high. You feel your body unintentionally move towards alexia. Your face was millimeters away from her you could feel her breath on your lips. You somehow got brave enough to kiss her. The kiss cut short because she pulled away.
“ please capitana i want this. I want you.”
She then kisses you deeply. Her need for you was apparent. She took control of all of you, not just your lips. She picked you up and walked towards her bedroom all while kissing you. She then threw you on her bed.
“ Are you sure estrella.” whispers
“ I never wanted anything more in this world.”
#woso#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso community#woso x reader#alexia putellas fic#alexia putellas imagine#alexia x reader#alexia putellas#woso appreciation#woso request
685 notes
·
View notes
Note
uh, olá, vi que os pedidos estão abertos e gostaria de fazer um pedido, pode ser leon re2, pode ser nsfw ou cute (já que ele é cute) onde ele encontra o leitora na delegacia e ele se vê em uma necessidade de protegê-la em tudo
❝ see you, leon ❞
rookie!leon kennedy x fem!reader
Warning: first part, second part, final part / cont. smut
summary: Leon thought that his stay for work in Raccoon City would be boring and monotonous. But he didn't know that the Chief of Police had such a... interesting daughter.
content: 3.2k words, fluff, cute Leon, no Racoon City canon events, soft perv leon.
note: when i read your request i was excited because it was an idea that I had in mind for a while, and knowing that someone was interested encouraged me to write it! thank you for entrusting it to me, i'm sorry if it's too long. however, it will have one more part as i have in my plans. enjoy it, sweetheart ♡
Leon was often naive. But he could not help being a little clumsy sometimes; and that day he tried not to make it so obvious, as he walked behind the officer who was talking to him and indicating the different offices corresponding to each cadet.
That day he had arrived late, he didn't hear the alarm and of course; he had stayed late trying to reassure his ex-girlfriend who had insulted him in every possible way for being "a lying bastard" when he told her that he had chosen Racoon City as his work destination. According to the officers in charge of him in his police training, he had been practically the best performer, so they gave him the permission to choose any work assignment he wanted.
Why Racoon City? Well... ignoring the fact that he thought it was funny that it was named after such a "cute" (in his own words) animal, the amount of unsolved case news caught his attention.
There was only one problem: his girlfriend -now ex- to whom he had to give the terrible news and, as if that wasn't enough, run off to town because they were short-staffed, so he couldn't even fire her. It hurt, yes, but they had been three months together in which he had seen little or nothing except for those short vacations they spent together; it was almost a sigh in his opinion.
That's why he didn't count on the warmth in his chest he felt as he entered the main room, where all the cadets stood among the paperwork and calls, watching a young woman laughing along with one of the officers. "And this is where we usually spend most of our time" the officer in charge explained to him, gently reaching out his arms and looking sideways at him, denying with a chuckle "Kid, it's your first day, you're late and now you're distracted" he gently pats the blond and he seems to wake up from his silly slumber. He lost himself in the laughter of that girl a few months away, jokingly fighting with the other boy.
"I wish I could concentrate once in my life when I study here, Jake," you said to the officer next to you, who was jokingly reading the notes in your notebook. Leon laughed softly, he thought it was adorable how you stood on your tiptoes trying to reach your notebook, snorting at the failed attempt.
"And to top it off you get distracted by the boss's daughter" Jones laughs loudly, and Leon looks at him with a sheepish blush, freezing in place.
"Why would the officer's daughter be here? It's dangerous" he frowned and the officer laughed, he seemed to be making fun of him all the time; especially with that stupid nickname he gave him" 'rookie' he had said as soon as he welcomed him to Raccoon station.
"Well, the Chief would rather I spend time studying here than at home alone, I guess" he shrugged and pointed to the desk "You're in your lucky day, this is your workplace, rookie, here's your desk; and it's in front of Miss (y/n)" he meant you, who was now concentrating on her sheets and writing carefully.
Leon would be lying if he said he wasn't thanking God for putting the idea in his head to choose Raccoon City (apparently being guided by his parameters of "adorability" for an animal had served him well). He couldn't remember ever seeing someone so... cute, beautiful, with that unique harmony. It seemed that a force was pushing him to want to get closer to you; to want to protect you. And although that was his job, after all he chose that profession for a reason, he felt from a distance that it was not the same as with the others. That he would never be able to take care of you enough.
"Come, let's go say hello" the officer guided him, pushing him gently by the back to take him to the desk where you were, and after dodging a couple of tables, they arrived "(y/n)! Guess what? A new victim has arrived" he joked noisily, and soon Leon felt his legs trembling, he felt even there your scent and perfume invading him, and your presence hypnotizing him even worse now that he was closer.
You looked up, expecting to find someone Jake's age, who already had two children and was married, but your surprise was gigantic when a blond with eyes too beautiful to describe appeared in front of you. You had never seen him before; because if you had, you would have remembered him. Obviously you would have.
"Hey..." your words caught on your tongue and you laughed nervously, rising almost on impulse to reach out your hand "They were talking about you a lot here..." you tried to joke, afraid of looking like a fool but soon you felt your hearing being clouded by his soft laughter. Probably the most beautiful you had ever heard in your life.
"Leon Kennedy, a pleasure" he introduced himself, shaking your hand gently. Even in his touch you felt as if he didn't want to hurt you, as if he had used the slightest of strength to shake you in greeting "I hope they said nice things" he joked back.
"Hi, likewise the pleasure is mine" you softened your voice as you introduced yourself, and God, you felt the mockery in Officer Jones' gaze, since when were you such a form? If it had been anyone else a simple greeting would have been enough, but you felt you didn't want to take your presence away from him. "Well, you know how they are here, they didn't even deign to tell me your name, I really started to believe your name was 'rookie'" suddenly you noticed that his face turned as red as a tomato and his hands separated with some denial, you could even assure that he had noticed your doubt when doing so. For God's sake.
But before the embarrassment was too obvious Jones laughed outrageously again "Oh, Kennedy you look pathetic" he said and Leon frowned in confusion, making you bite your lip to hold back a giggle "I guess you will see each other often, the young lady studies here because her father is stubborn to accept that she is already a young college girl who can walk on her own" she denied and put her hands on her hips, while tapping the floor with her shoes.
"Oh, Jones, try to understand him. It's only my first year" you jokingly scold, sitting back down "Welcome Leon, I hope you feel comfortable in Raccoon City. It's really nice here."
'Oh, relax, I've seen enough of you to know that Raccoon City has the most beautiful view of all' thought Leon, feeling like a teenager again for having such cheesy thoughts. Cheesy and hormonal.
Soon they said their goodbyes, Jones hurrying the blond to go change into his uniform and start glancing at the paperwork waiting for him on his desk. Leon hadn't seen so much paperwork since the time he had to prepare for his final exam to graduate from high school.
However, he couldn't help visit your desk with his eyes whenever he could. Sometimes concentrating on the sheets, sometimes sighing because you didn't understand something, and sometimes talking to some officer who joked with you or asked you how things were going. Apparently they had known you since you were little, as he learned, since your father was well known in town for being the head of the department; and the affection was noticeable among the cadets, who made a point of wishing you luck in your exams before leaving for some job where they were required for days at a time. Leon felt jealous of them, they had had the joy of seeing you for years, days and days where they could share your presence. He really envied them.
Leon would love to say that the goofy feeling in his eyes when he saw you was only for a couple of days and then he could concentrate properly on his work. But that would be a lie. And every time they seemed to run into each other more and more at the station. Like that time Leon decided to make himself a coffee in the break area, he had been too deep in research at his desk and it wasn't just his butt that was starting to bother him.
"Fuck, they didn't train me to avoid back pain" he complained to himself, putting the water on the electric kettle at his side to heat up. He carefully placed the coffee in the mug he had been given as a gift when he became a policeman.
"Oh, you beat me" he heard a soft little voice and felt all his aches and pains go away. There you were again. "I wanted to put some water to drink some tea" you laughed, denying as you approached with a pink cup in your hands.
"I-I've put enough water in!" he almost sounded a bit rushed to say that, making you laugh on the way "It'll suffice for both of us" he soothed, noticing your look of compression at his words. Seriously Leon was like a silly puppy. You stood next to him and began to prepare the infusion "And.... is everything going well with your studies?" he asked, clearing his throat as he folded his arms and leaned gently against the marble table.
"Mhm... I could say yes" a smile played across your lips, but you soon sighed "But it's complicated, I thought Freud would talk about more things than just why you're a terrible person for being raised defectively by your parents" you joked, glancing sideways with a smile playfully. Leon looked like he couldn't hold back a laugh, throwing his head back.
"I understand you, I thought I'd be solving my first case by now but the truth is getting more tedious than I imagined" he spoke complicitly, looking at you as he smiled, he seemed as comfortable with your presence as you were with his stay. It felt good to have someone close to your age who seemed to understand you.
"In fact, you seem very focused, looking at papers and writing on your notebook or computer" you had practically admitted to watching him from the privacy of your desk but you couldn't help the comment, it was endearing how he frowned in despair when the dots didn't seem to match and he had to go back and reread everything one more time. As adorable as now that his ears were as red as the apple he was devouring in the morning (very cute too) and his hands were nervously playing with the zipper of the jacket with his officer's badge. It should be illegal, however ironic, to look that good in uniform.
"Oh! Look at the water" he laughed nervously once the sound of the heater alerted them that the water was already at its indicated point, turning it off. Nerves were on edge inside the blond as he held you close, having to watch you carefully for fear of something happening to you, missing some event in your life "Let me, I'll put it in, we don't want you to burn yourself..." a soft voice came from him, deep and careful as he poured the water carefully into the cup.
"Thank you, Leon" he almost staggered the water filled device in his hands, hearing his name said in your voice with that soft and cute yet sensual and determined tone that made his hairs twitch as a jolt of electricity melted through his body. You were so close, with your arms touching, making the size difference between the two of you more evident; even though Leon wasn't exaggeratedly tall, his body was thick and strong. You felt yourself going crazy as the seconds passed. "Hey... I made you something..." you seemed more shy now, without any hint of the confidence you had since you entered the room. You played with your fingers and before you wanted to think about it too much, you looked for something in your backpack that you left there along with the other people's things "Look, I don't know if you're a fan of sweets but I wanted to leave you this little detail" you let out a nervous giggle and handed her a little bag decorated with a blue bow that you had prepared the day before. They were heart-shaped chocolate and vanilla cookies. Now you felt it had been too much, but before you could apologize or excuse yourself for that detail, Leon was about to choke on his coffee.
"Are you serious?" his gaze lit up, he set the cup aside trying to compose himself (and not feel so foolish) as he took the cute little bag in his hands.
"Yeah, I didn't know if you liked chocolate or vanilla better so I made you both..." a shy tone came through again, you were trying to ignore how hot your cheeks were not knowing that Leon wanted to hug you and kiss them softly. You were completely unaware of the way the blond's heart was shrinking and he had the need to squeeze you until you were soaked with his love. It was too much to hold in his body.
"You're the best, I don't think I've tasted homemade cookies in years" Leon praised, not wanting to open the bag just to admire the way you had decorated it with that blue bow, ignoring now that you based your choice of color on his beautiful eyes.
"I'll take it into account to bring you more often" now you could speak with more composure, taking your cup and smiling at him before walking to the exit door "See you, Leon" you gently raised your hand to greet him, leaving the room as if you were a ghost.
"Yeah, see ya..." he murmured softly, resting the baggie gently against his chest in an attempt to frame that moment not only in his head, but in his heart as well.
From that moment on the little details became more common between the two of them. The greetings and little jokes in the morning when you passed by before going to college with your father, the little bags of candy or cookies that you would leave on Leon's desk with little notes of encouragement like 'you can do it', 'have a nice day' or 'Officer Kennedy sounds really good'. You were making it really hard for Leon to relieve those feelings for you and you, on your side, were feeling more and more that those looks and smiles you were sharing were too much for your heart. Especially because you noticed how uncomfortable Leon was, always tense when spoken to and afraid to say anything wrong. But with you he always seemed determined, at your side as if something was going to happen to you and he, always attentive, would drop everything and come to your rescue. Like the time when a man came like crazy to complain about an administrative problem and before even wanting to approach to help (as was common in his person), he preferred to stay in front of your desk, looking at the intruder with distrust and some reluctance.
Those little details made you fall for him more and more. It wasn't what he said or didn't say, what he gave you or didn't give you; it was that way of taking care of you and always keeping you in mind. Would he have a coffee? He always took care to leave water ready for you in the electric kettle, and if he had you by his side, he would serve you tea so that 'you wouldn't burn yourself by accident'. Did he have a job outside? Once he arrived at the station after hours out, he would come running to greet you if you were there, asking you if everything was going well, how your day had been. And if he noticed you were stressed, he'd throw out his silly jokes and support you and listen to whatever you needed. Fucking hell. He was too perfect to be real.
"Kennedy? That was your last name, right?" your father perched next to his desk after leaving his office, the blond stood up quickly and nodded stiffly, attentive to his commands.
"Dad! I told you I can go alone, for God's sake!" you groaned in embarrassment, tugging at his coat sleeve. You had been insisting all morning that someone bring you to the college since he would be busy; you hated it when he treated you like you were a silly teenager. And especially when he had to pester Leon to take you; you were sure he had more interesting things to do than escort his boss's 'spoiled' daughter to the university.
"I'm sorry, Leon, I really tried to get him to let me go alone..." the sorrow was in your voice, he had started the patrol car a few seconds ago and was driving very carefully, not before asking you to put on your seatbelt. As always, an angel.
"Hey, this is my job too" he smiled in an attempt to make you take it as something common for him. You knew it wasn't, but the way he treated you with care considering how you felt made your chest warm "Besides, it helps if I go out for some fresh air" he joked.
"Thanks...makes me feel less guilty" you sighed in relief and shook your head, looking sideways at him "Although, I'm sure it's not your job to drive girls to their places of study, is it?" you laughed now looking out the window.
"Well, even if my job from now on was to be your driver, believe me I'd gladly take it" he said it so matter-of-factly that you felt your legs swoon and you were thankful you were sitting down so that one didn't become embarrassing. You found it hard to believe that he wasn't being his usual shy self, but sometimes his words managed to surprise you. You even felt some disappointment when the patrol car stopped, since they had finally arrived at your university; even for the first time in your life you didn't feel that sense of disturbance at arriving in a police car and being seen by everyone. You wanted to stay there until they were forced to get off, you didn't want to get away from him.
"Thank you, Leon... really" you spoke with sincerity in your words, even when you saw him smile naturally and in the same way you leaned over and left a soft kiss on his cheek, opening the door before he could say anything "See you in the afternoon, take care" you went downstairs trying not to stumble and closed the door behind you, walking quickly. You didn't know if you were running away from what you just did, but you definitely didn't regret it.
Especially since you left a flushed and statuesque Leon with his hands still glued to the steering wheel. He hadn't expected that, he didn't even anticipate it but....
But it had been the best feeling of his whole fucking life.
#leon kennedy fluff#leon kennedy resident evil#leon death island#leon kennedy#leon kennedy headcanons#leon re4#leon resident evil#resident evil fluff#resident evil vendetta#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon smut#leon x reader#re4 leon#re4r leon#resident evil leon#vendetta leon#re2#re2 remake#re4#resident evil death island#resident evil#resident evil fanfiction#resident evil x reader#resident evil 2
563 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Queen’s Guard
*COD medieval au - Simon Riley x reader
cw: arranged marriage, dark themes, attempted sa & non-graphic sa but pls *read at your own discretion*, gore/violence, sexual themes, etc.
word count: 1.1k
“Again.”
You can’t help but to flinch at the sound of swords being drawn; it rings in your ears, echos in the recesses of your brain. The piercing, metallic clangs resound throughout the room-
How long had you been here, anyway? Judging from the sunlight that peers through the high transom windows, its golden rays giving the great hall an ethereal sort of glow, it must be nearing time for dinner-
“I’ve seen enough, thank you.”
With a dismissive wave, you rise from the bronze throne and turn on your heel, eyes focused straight ahead, fixated on the intricate carvings in the doors, your escape just within reach-
“Your Grace..”
General Leon’s voice is laced with exasperation and warning, and your long history with him is the only reason you halt, your handmaid nearly bumping into you as you turn again- the young woman struggling to rearrange the ridiculous train on your gown as the man speaks,
“You cannot continue on without a Queen’s Guard- His Grace demands the position be filled.”
Oh, of course. How thoughtful of your kind husband. The husband who only sees you when the physicians deem you fertile enough to produce an heir. The husband who you’re not even sure could pick your face in a crowd because he only ever fucks you from behind, your face pushed down into the animal furs beneath you.
The husband who killed your last guard, gods rest his soul.
Yes, I’m sure he’s very concerned for my safety..
You give a heavy sigh, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as you feel the placating smile tug at your lips; the one you’re so, so good at. The practiced smile that puts everyone in the room at ease, the one you’ve perfected in your relatively short existence of being groomed for this very life.
The life everyone dreams of, a life of royalty, of the highest privilege and power- how little they truly know.
“Of course, please, let us meet the next one then.”
Taking your place upon the throne once again, you sit properly, prim and demure, just like you were taught. The very picture of perfection in your emerald colored silks, not a single hair out of place-
Yet, inside, you were wasting away, your thoughts boiling and raging, your anger smoldering just under the surface, like a vein of coal in the earth that’s been lit aflame- the embers never dying, but never able to turn into the inferno they so wishe to be.
You don’t bother to spare your gaze when the doors open with a low groan, the quiet footfalls that enter the space only really given away by the shifting of chainmail and armor.
They’re confident strides, you notice- long and steady, and without even seeing him yet, you can feel the energy shift around you, his presence seeming to fill every available void,
“Ser Simon Riley, Your Grace.”
With one look, you’re utterly struck by the imposing man walking towards you- shoulders and hips swaying with each deliberate step, left hand resting lazily on the hilt of his long-sword.
His armor plates are dark, obsidian in hue, so different from the usual flashy silver you see everywhere you look. He is a looming shadow in front of you, somehow as wide as he is tall, if that were possible- and his eyes. The skin around them have been smudged with kohl, making the mottled amber of his irises look preternatural, his unmoving gaze entirely focused on you, even when he bows,
“Your Majesty.”
Your mind screams danger, much like it would if a fully grown wolf had just sauntered through the doors, looking for its next meal- and yet, for as much fear as he inspires, there’s something that draws you in- like a siren singing to sailors lost at sea.
Returning his gesture, you gently nod, holding his eyes until the General calls him back to assume a fighting stance; and even then, you swear you see his head tilt just so, just enough to flash you an arrogant look as the guard takes his place across from him. Ser Simon must easily stand a head and a half taller than the other man, you think, his figure even more impressive than it was before.
The men exchange nods before drawing swords, their dance beginning the same as all the others, assessing and calculating each other until the guard makes the first move-
The heavy whoosh of his blade is dodged with little effort, the giant wraith of a man moving far faster than any of you expected. He gracefully ducks under the other’s still outstretched arm, placing himself in the perfect position to swing his own sword towards his opponent's exposed neck- a maneuver surely meant to behead if this were anything other than a mock duel.
“Reset-”
“No.” You stand abruptly, stepping down from the throne much to your own surprise, “Ser Simon, what experience do you have as a Royal Guard?”
“Your Grace, this is-”
With a raised hand, you quiet the General, watching the mysterious knight sheath his sword once more, bowing again as he faces you,
“None, Your Majesty.”
Well, at least he’s honest.
“What experience do you have then?”
His head tilts to the side, and you watch the other guards tense when he takes a single step closer, those damned eyes gleaming down at you with a hunger you’ve never quite seen before,
“Battle, Your Grace. I’ve seen far more than most.”
This time, it’s you moving towards him, and when you step closer, the Kingsguard follows suit, though it seems nothing goes unnoticed by the towering specter.
“Well, Ser, I do not go into battle.. You might be better suited for my husband’s army, no?”
You watch the very corners of his eyes crinkle slightly, his gaze narrowing in amusement, and you’re positive you would see a devilish smile on his lips if he removed the helmet,
“I might.” He says flippantly, broad shoulders shrugging as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, “But, I came here to serve you, My Queen.”
A deep and burning chill blooms in your core at his words and the resolute way he says them; it lights every nerve on fire, every cell and molecule, every atom in your being vibrating at a frequency you’ve never felt as the title rolls off his gilded tongue.
No, you’ve never met a man quite like this, and part of you questions if he truly is just a man at all- because no man has ever felt like this, no man has ever been able to pick you apart so quickly, make you feel bare with just his gaze alone.
He terrifies you as much as he excites you, and oh, how you’ve longed to feel something other than loathing, and boredom.
There is nothing practiced or placating about the smirk on your lips now as you nod toward your General, your handmaid once again adjusting the cumbersome fabric of your gown as you move forward-
“Well, you’ve gotten your wish, Ser Simon.” You coo as you breeze past him without a parting glance, “General Leon, make sure my guard is taken to his new quarters, will you?”
They fall into a sweeping bow as you exit, a quiet acknowledgement being the last thing you hear before the deep pulsing of your own heartbeat fills your ears.
What in the seven hells have I done..
[chapter 2 >>>]
#knight!ghost#medieval au#call of duty#simon ghost riley#cod fandom#cod modern warfare#alternate universe#simon x reader#fem reader#all hail the queen
96 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Bed and Board by Jonathon Ward
Kozy Books K172, 1962
Cover by Ser Leone
136 notes
·
View notes
Text
ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢
Hi there, I'm Entropy, I'll be using this blog for writing of all kinds, feel free to send requests or asks whenever they're open, please just make sure to follow the guidelines I've given in this post!
As a general rule, I will write any reader inserts as gender neutral and SFW unless an ask/request specifies otherwise!
𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣:
Slashers
Bubba sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)
Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)
Asa Emory (The Collector)
Chrome Skull (ChromeSkull movies)
Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)
Jason Vorhees (Friday The 13th)
Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)
Michael Myers (OG, Peepaw or Rob zombie)
Leslie Vernon (Behind the Mask)
Yautja (Predator)
Transformers
Bayverse
Optimus Prime
Bumblebee
Ironhide
Megatron
Starscream
Barricade
Transformers Prime
Optimus Prime
Bumblebee
Ratchet
Bulkhead
Arcee
Smokescreen
Ultra Magnus
Wheeljack
Megatron
Starscream
Knockout
Breakdown
Soundwave
Shockwave
Dreadwing
Predaking
Transformers Animated
Optimus Prime
Bumblebee
Ratchet
Bulkhead
Prowl
Blurr
Grimlock
Ultra Magnus
Megatron
Starscream
Blitzwing
Legend Of Zelda
Link
Sidon
Ganondorf
Hellsing/Hellsing Ultimate
Alucard
Seras Victoria
Pip Bernadotte
Alexander Anderson
Ser Integra Hellsing
[I will NOT be writing for any of the Nazis.]
Resident Evil
Albert Wesker
Leon Kennedy
Karl Heisenberg
Ethan Winters
Alcina Dimitrescu
Donna Beneviento (And Angie is there)
Also
Five Nights At Freddy's Characters
Skyrim/The Elder Scrolls Companions and others
Fallout Companions and others
-More May be Added-
[If there is a specific fandom you want to ask for, feel free to ask me, while I may not know it, there's always the chance that I do! Same goes for any characters I've missed!]
𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖:
SFW & NSFW
Headcanons
Reader x Character
Character x Character
Poly Relationships
One-shots
Prompts
Gore
Most Kinks
[If unsure, just send me a message!]
𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕎𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖:
Incest
Pedophilia/Underage
Feet
Scat
Vomit
Inflation
#slasher x reader#slashers#asa emory x reader#billy lenz x reader#brahms heelsire x reader#jason vorhees x reader#bubba saywer x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#yautja x reader#predator x reader#lady dimitrescu#fnaf x reader#albert wesker#leon Kennedy#karl Heisenberg#ethan Winters#skyrim x reader#fallout x reader#hellsing x reader#legend of zelda x reader#LOZ#transformers x reader#resident evil#tes skyrim#five nights at freddy's#montgomery gator#monster boyfriend#x reader#headcanons#blog rules
60 notes
·
View notes
Text
POR QUÉ MIERDA SE SORPRENDEN QUE MILEI GANE LO CONSUMIERON IRONICAMENTE DURANTE MESES LE DIERON ATENCIÓN LE HICIERON LA CAMPAÑA, CREARON UN FANDOM INSOPORTABLE MEDIANTE BURLAS Y CHICANERIAS, LA HDP DE CRISTINA PUSO A MASSA QUE ERA OBVIO QUE NO IBA A SER QUERIDO, NO HABIA OTRA OPCIÓN, LO HICIERON VIRAL MIL MILLONES DE VECES, "IMAGINATE SI GANA JAJA" PELOTUDOS LO MISMO PASO CON TRUMP. EXACTAMENTE. CREARON A UN MONTÓN DE INADAPTADOS FANS DEL "LEON" Y SUMADO AL VOTO BRONCA LE DIERON LA ELECCIÓN EN BANDEJA. NO ENTIENDO QUE PENSARON QUE IBA A PASAR??? QUE IBA A GANAR MASSA?? MASSA???????? era 2+2 y a ustedes les sorprende que de 4, no entiendo.
134 notes
·
View notes
Text
Propaganda:
Leon S. Kennedy
-lo siento pero leon kennedy siempre me ha dado vibras de whitexican q es buena onda pero a veces sí se le sale lo whitexican rico hijo de papi q va a 1 de las top universidades privadas del país
#LEON HONDUREÑO VAMOS 🇭🇳🇭🇳🇭🇳🇭🇳🇭🇳🇭🇳🇭🇳🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🥓🔥🥓🔥🔥🔥‼️💯💯💯💯
#leon bc it would be funny to recontextualize his hatred of spain
#Leon literally decimates spanish populations on a scale only dreamt up by the last aztec tlatoanis#I don't know how you get more Mexican than that
#leon es el gringo que lo trajeron aquí de pequeño y creció sin hablar ni una gota de inglés#gringo en el exterior pero lo dejaron tirado por aquí y creció igual que nosotros#leon es como un hermano chelito para mi
#Vote Leon just bc it's true he's a whitexican
Hatsune Miku
Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid) / Los gringos la quieren pero nosotros nos la merecemos mas
Miku, porque se sabe cada cumbia, romántica, reguetonera, y norteña
Miku, canta cumbias
Miku, hizo dueto con JuanGa
Hatsune Miku( es un holograma,es internacional, es un icono, y se merece ser latina)
Miku, casi toda canción iconica latino americana tiene cover de miku (pd, revisa la de enamorado tuyo, hasta en japones esta https://youtu.be/nc0e3Z4zCdw
Hatsune Miku!!! Vamos, he visto a mil personas de aquí vestirse de Hatsune Miku, está en los memes, en el cosplay y lo he visto en mi lados.
Miku, cantó en japones con Juan Gabriel mira
youtube
93 notes
·
View notes
Text
hispanic songs ⸺ leon s kennedy
I've been thinking about Leon's music taste. We all know he likes grunge and alternative rock (in english), but then I thought—what if he likes hispanic songs too? There are tons of artists and bands, which I think Leon would love, so that's exactly what I'm doing here.
Before I start I wanted to clarify this is basically just rock, pop or ballads. This is based on my own knowledge about bands, so some countries are missing. You're more than welcome to suggest more songs/groups!
— Argentina.
I love Argentinian rock. Most of my playlists consist of multiple Argentinian artists and I feel like Leon would definitely listen to Soda Stereo (therefore Gustavo Cerati) Charly Garcia, Spinetta and more.
Vivo — Gustavo Cerati.
Te para 3 — Soda Stereo.
En la Ciudad de La Furia — Soda Stereo.
Bajan — Spinetta.
No Voy en Tren — Charly García (This one is so re6 Leon coded.)
Loco (Tu Forma de Ser) — Los Auténticos Decadentes (I can imagine both re2r Leon and DI!Leon, the first one would have actually experienced something similar while DI!Leon would dramatically sing it lol)
Igual Que Ayer — Enanitos Verdes
Cuando Seas Grande — Miguel Mateos - Zas
— Spain
El Lado Oscuro — Jarabe de Palo (Shout out to the anon who sent this song on my askbox).
Lobo-hombre en París — La unión
— México
Labios Rotos — Zoé
Bésame mucho (Cover) — Zoé
Cuéntame Tu Vida — Caifanes
— Ecuador
Me Tienes, Me Puedes, Me Dueles — Verde 70 (This is so re2r Leon coded, he would play this while patrolling).
— Colombia
Para Tu Amor — Juanes (giggling and kicking my feet)
— Chile
Paramar — Los Prisioneros
Por Amarte — Los Prisioneros (This screams Damnation Leon...)
Con Suavidad — Los Prisioneros
Ven Aquí — Los Bunkers ("No sabes que es morir después. Oh estar borracho y solo por ti." Yup, Vendetta Leon)
— Perú
Suna — Mar de Copas
#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy headcanons#leon kennedy hc#resident evil#leon kennedy fluff#— ࣪ ⊹ 🪐 ruby's thoughts
51 notes
·
View notes
Text
No sé lidiar con las emociones. Soy bueno para aguantar. Guardar todo dentro y luego explotar de ira en un arranque emocional que me deja a la deriva, indefenso frente a los leones. Mi casa no fue un lugar amable durante gran parte de mi infancia, tendemos a ignorar las peleas y fingir que nunca sucedió, dejando una mella sangrante, pero eso no me justifica. Lo siento, lo lamento profundamente, no estaba en mí lastimarte con una despedida abrupta que sonó como un hasta pronto, pero tus palabras de amor y consuelo hubiesen dejado mil cortes imposibles de remendar, sé que estuve mal. Rezo a Dios porque te permita vivir plenamente, no deseo más que tu felicidad y paz, quizá algún día encuentres al indicado, un ángel enviado del cielo solo para ti. Tal vez en un futuro distante podría ser yo.
—The heartbreak prince.
#the heartbreak prince#ghost king#in incepto finis est#escritos#frases#textos#notas#palabras#writer things#writers and poets#text post#post tumblr#fyp#en tu orbita
18 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hola!
Soc de Màlaga i estic aprenent català, ja vaig pel B2 :D
M'agradaria que em recomanessis sèries i també llibres en català. Estic al dia amb CRIMS (m'encanta aquest tipus de sèries) i també de misteri, terror... En els llibres m'agraden les mateixes temàtiques, encara que no m'importaria llegir una cosa interessant. La idea és continuar aprenent ^^
Moltes gràcies!
Hola! Wow, què bé!
Algunes sèries policíaques o d'estils semblants que potser t'agraden:
Núñez: sèrie documental sobre el que va ser president del Barça i com entra en lluites de poder, la il·legalitat i l'ambició.
Kubala, Moreno i Manchon: sèrie de ficció de tres detectius que investiguen crims.
Nit i dia: sèrie de ficció sobre una forense que investiga un assassinat.
Moebius: sèrie de ficció sobre una professora nova arriba a un institut on s'hi comet un assassinat i decideix investigar-lo.
Altres sèries:
Plats Bruts: el sitcom català per excel·lència.
Polseres Vermelles: sèrie de drama sobre un grup de nens i joves que viuen ingressats en un hospital i es fan amics.
Lo Cartanyà: una altra sitcom.
Com que t'agrada Crims, crec que també et poden agradar aquests pòdcasts:
Tor, tretze cases i tres morts: "true crime" on el Carles Porta (el mateix que fa Crims) explica el primer cas en el que va treballar.
Debriefing Garbo: explica la història real de l'espia català Joan Pujol, àlies "Garbo", que va tenir un paper clau a la Segona Guerra Mundial enganyant els nazis.
Mix 97: ficció sobre una escriptora de novel·la negra que descobreix un cas d'assassinat.
Pel que fa als llibres, si vols llegir traduccions d'altres idiomes, tots els típics de novel·la negra (Jo Nesbø, Andrea Camilleri, Camilla Läckberg, Donna Leon, etc) estan publicats en català. Per novel·la negra escrita originalment en català:
La fada negra i Tothom ha de morir de Xavier Theros: els dos primers llibres (em sembla que n'han de venir més) sobre un capità de vaixell de la Barcelona del 1843 que investiga assassinats.
La Companyia Nòrdica d'Albert Villaró: un soldat prussià es troba als Pirineus durant la Primera Guerra Carlina i investiga unes situacions relacionades amb la mitologia dels Pirineus, alquímia, etc.
La noia del vestit blau de Laia Vilaseca: en un poble dels Pirineus s'hi profanen tres tombes d'anys enrere, la protagonista investiga el cas posant-se en perill quan hi ha qui no vol que surtin a la llum secrets de fa temps.
Purgatori de David Marín: un equip de policies investiguen l'assassinat del director d'una escola religiosa de Balaguer, alhora que la descendent d'una bruixa que va ser condemnada a la forca al segle XVI arriba a un poble i comencen a passar coses estranyes.
Totes les novel·les d'Andreu Martín (algunes són més per a adolescents).
Com sempre, deixo els comentaris oberts per si algú més en vol afegir.
Espero que et serveixi, i molts ànims amb el català!
21 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
