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giacos12 · 1 year

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It was never your fault {Luis x Reader}

first I wanna say thank you for 70 likes on my last Luis story! 🥹 I genuinely didn't expect that! I hope you guys enjoy this one as well!(even though it's pretty sad).

Also, I was thinking about making a Leon x Reader x Luis story! Lemme know what y'all think!!! 🫶

warnings: angst so much angst, Luis (canon) backstory, a little slow in the beginning(sorry) spoilers for RE2 and RE4, sad story with happy ending :)

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After the events back in Spain, you didn't think you would keep contact with the three amazing people you met. Even though the events that went down over there affected you all mentally, you all were there for each other and kept your heads up.

Leon was pretty busy most days. He's a pretty important person with an important yet dangerous job. He'll occasionally call you from here and there and he'll even stop by for a cup of coffee in the morning.

Ashley was the first to ask for your number when you all arrived to safety. Both of you stood by each other nonstop during Spain, she wasn't gonna let that be the end of it. Constant texts, laughs, dinner dates, and even meeting the president from time to time. You couldn't ask for a better friend.

Then lastly, there was Luis. With nowhere to go, he asked if he could stay with you. You knew Luis was a smart man, and with his degree he could get back up on his feet in no time. Oh boy... he certainly got back up alright. And you helped him... you guys even started dating because of it!

You couldn't ask for a better partner. Luis showers you with love, affection, and the very occasional gifts. He quite literally adored you. Of course you spoiled him too when you could, nothing but a smile on his face everytime you did so. The relationship was literally you two being lovey dovey.

Another thing you appreciated about the relationship was how open you both were with one another. Well, it was mainly just you opening up about things. Your childhood, your work, past relationship, etc. Luis never said anything about himself, he mainly just listened... until today.

"Mi corazon... may I speak with you?" Luis knocked on the bedroom doorframe, a hint of sadness in his voice. You smiled, nodding at him and patting the bed next to you. He sat down, holding your hands as he did so, "Mi amor... I feel guilty about something." Luis frowned.

You tilted your head, "What do you mean, Luis? Go on, I'm all ears." With a gentle squeeze from you, Luis started talking,

"I haven't been completely open about my past. I'm scared that you'll hate me or find me disgusting for what I've done," you frowned at his statement. Why was he talking like that. It was concerning to say the least, "I used to work for a... terrible company."

"Umbrella. That's why Leon was so iffy around you the first time around..." You sighed.

"Yes... sadly. When I was young, my grandfather died in a house fire. He used to write in a journal about me. He always said I was a smart boy. When he died... I fled away from my hometown. I went to school and I got my degree. Umbrella noticed my work and asked me to work for them. I was ecstatic... I thought I would finally be helping people, helping the world." he faintly smiled at his last sentence, soon turning into a scowl,

"I was wrong... So wrong. The things that me and my crew were doing... was monstrous. I created horrible monsters. When I realized how shady the company was... I left. I refused to be apart of something that hurt others... I never wanted to do that, but I did."

Sighing, you moved a piece of hair away from his face, placing it behind his ear, "Luis. You left Umbrella, that's all that matters. You didn't know what you were—" "Mi Vida... that's not all..." "What?"

Luis shook his head, the hair behind his ear covering his face again, "When I left Umbrella, I went back to my hometown. That's when I met Saddler. He also noticed my work and he led me to a lab where I could do research and develop on the plaga. That damn parasite was my doing. I was tricked again, and I was pissed about it. I was working for a damn cult..."

Tears were falling from Luis' eyes, but he dared not show it. He crossed his arms, looking away from you, "So many people died because of me... So many people got hurt... Including you. I can never forgive myself for being apart of these things. Lo siento, mi amor..."

Your heart ached. Luis sounded so broken. You placed a hand on his shoulder only for him to flinch at your touch.

"If you don't want to he with me anymore I completely understand..." Luis sniffles, your heart breaking even more,

"Luis... It was never your fault."

"What...?"

"What you've been through, it wasn't your fault. All you wanted to do was bring good into the world. Just because you were taken advantage of by awful people, that doesn't make you one of them. It's not your fault..." You placed a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards you.

Sob. All Luis could do was sob. He wrapped his arms around you, crying into your chest. All you could do was rub circles along his back and shush him gently.

His sobbing eventually stopped. He laid ontop of you, calm breathing admitting from him.

You quietly whispered to him, "I love you so much, Luis."

"I love you too, mi amor"

#luis serra #resident evil #re4 remake #resident evil 4 #luis serra x reader #RE4

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anyalovesu · 3 months

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tolerate it.

vii. if it's all in my head, tell me now.

— “not so strangely, the stranger knows where my hiding spots, my weak spots, and the spots in my body no one else knew about and i knew exactly where his were. he knew where to hit the walls to make it crumble, but he never tried to hitting it hard enough to break it. does he want me to break it for him? is he waiting for me to make a hole in the exact shape of him for him to actually try?”

“Madam Eli!” Kyle happily greets Eli as soon as she opens the door to her own home. The rest of them were in the dining table, and true to his word, Leon did kept Kyle out of the kitchen, making the first to notice that she was home.

Aside from the occasional updates over social media and yapping from Ynes, she has never heard from Kyle personally since her departure with them years ago. She thought that he’d have changed like her best friend did all those years, but oddly enough, he was still the same. He was probably taller in stature and looked more manly now than then but his aura exuded the same warmth as she recalls it.

Eli could not help but smile at him.

Leon saw it—the way she smiled at him so easily like it was a natural response to his bandmate. Ever since they were shoved inside of this house, he has never seen Eli smile that warmly at him. Eli never even looked at him unless she needed to. You could just tell that Eli couldn’t even stomach considering him even as a friend. Was she really that hurt?

“Eli!” Amir stood up from the dining table and followed Kyle, even opening his arms to offer a hug for Eli.

Leon can’t tell if it was jealousy or just guilt. Maybe it was a mix of both. There was a heavy feeling on his chest when Eli accepted the hug and even asked him how he was, apologizing for how things turned out for Margot, Leon’s now ex-girlfriend. Amir responded to her the way he used to four years ago, with so much care as if he was his own little sister too. After all, they knew each other for that long for him to see her in that kind of light. Amir tells her it’s not her apology to make and it wasn’t an apology he is to accept either way and that there’s nothing she should be guilty of.

Amir knew the words to comfort Eli and Leon couldn't help but hate himself for not knowing what to say whenever Eli thought of things like that. It’s not like Eli told him about her thoughts either way. They were always away at work and Eli has been missing their dinners on purpose to avoid him. Maybe even more now than before, after he intruded in her work station last night.

“Akin na ‘yan.”

Even with his urges to fight his friends for being better at him in making Eli feel comfortable, fighting them would only fuel that already burning fire of hatred Eli had for him. Instead, he tries to take Eli’s bags from her shoulder, along with her canister drawing tube.

“It’s okay, kaya ko naman,” Eli responds to him, surprisingly, softly. She did not sound angry at all. Especially after what happened this morning during the food tasting, he expected that Eli would be fuming at him for pulling that kind of shit for the sake of convincing other people into their game — but she was calm.

“I know, hindi ko naman sinabi na hindi mo kaya.”

Eli seemed taken back by his response that she froze before she could stop them from taking it from her. Truth to be told, her bag was heavy as fuck with her gadgets and everything else in them but she already got used to the weight of it after years of carrying it around for the nature of her job. “Magbihis ka na sa taas, I’ll call you kapag okay na ang dinner.”

Everyone else looks at them in curiosity, seeing how they are able to stand each other for longer than 5 seconds without someone attempting to break the other’s neck.

“I’ll cook with Kuya,” Eli replies, tapping his shoulder. “Wala naman akong balak lasunin kayo.”

Leon smiles at her, fondly, for that matter. “Okay,” he says, before playfully poking her cheek. “Saan ito ilalagay?”

She responds by also playfully glaring at him for poking her cheek. “Sa atelier.”

“Okay lang na pumasok ako doon?”

Elijah thinks of it for a good while, thinking back to her and Ynes’ conversation earlier. Her works were great and Leon might just be the luckiest person in the world to inspire most of them. She always painted him the best colors that she had even after setting her aside just like that.

There was a difference between letting everyone in her atelier and going inside the atelier. She wasn’t ready for him to see all the mess that came out from her heartbreaks and surges of emotions— but right now seemed the right time.

Eli nodded at him. “Isama mo sila Kuya Amir,” she smiled at him. Leon felt his heart skip a beat and then flutter. This is what it feels like when she feels at her best.

She smiled at him. For the first time since they got in here. It didn’t even feel real.

“Dalian mo na bago pa magbago ang isip ko,” she joked before pulling up her sleeves and walking over to Tobias, who is busy cutting up meat for their dinner.

“Good mood ka,” Tobi chuckled at her, before handing her some of the cut up meat to marinate.

“Maybe,” she replied curtly. “Or baka may ibang tao lang kaya hindi s’ya nakakainis.”

“Galing n’yo kanina ha,” Tobi laughed, leaning against the marble counters to look at Eli properly. “If I didn’t know any better, iisipin ko na nagkakamabutihan na kayo.”

“Well, I’m not Soren Yang’s daughter for nothing.”

“But really, Ellie,” Tobi sighed, suddenly changing his tone. “What’s holding you back? Bakit ayaw n’yo pang pagusapan ‘yung nangyari?”

“It’s either there really is nothing to it, or hindi pa kami mature enough to talk about it,” Elijah responded truthfully while still avoiding Tobi’s gaze. It was obvious that Tobi was trying to get a decent answer from her, but what she said really was all she knew. She didn’t know.

“You know, I tried naman to put up with your brother,” Eli continued. “But I don’t know him anymore. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells when we’re alone. I don’t know how to address things with him. Nasa point na ako minsan na naiisip ko kung magiging okay pa ba ang mga bagay sa kanya. Kasi minsan he’s nice and all, but there are times na parang hindi n’ya matiis ang presensya ko. He keeps saying shit that aggravates me and nakakafrustrate na s’ya, kuya. I can’t say na I haven’t tried. I’m just tired at this point.”

“Leon had a meltdown noong nagbreak sila ni Krizal,” Tobi started before going back to cutting up he meat. “Krizal kept on accusing him of cheating on her with you kahit na it was obvious na he already ditched you for her. Hindi ko alam kung ano pa ang gusto n’ya. But he wasn’t the same anymore after that. Hindi namin rin alam what triggered him to switch up like that, ‘yon ba ‘yung narealize n’ya na iniwan ka n’ya para sa taong hindi pala worth it o dahil iniwan s’ya ng taong ginawa n’ya ang lahat para lang na patunayan na mahal n’ya.

“Either way, Leon wasn’t the same anymore after that. He coped by dating people that were different from Krizal and the next one was different from the last one. The moment na ma-bring up ang pangalan mo, he would either detach and just wait for them to break up with him. Siguro nasanay nalang din kami na ganoon kaya natitiis na namin s’ya ngayon. Kaya if you’re thinking na ang hirap hirap n’yang intindihin ngayon dahil hindi na s’ya yung Leon na kilala mo noon, there’s nothing to worry about. Dumaan rin kami doon.

“I’m not saying na i-tolerate mo, ‘yon. We don’t tolerate him when he’s being an asshole. You’re doing a great job in ignoring him kapag nagtatanga-tangahan nanaman s’ya. I’m just saying na kung nahihirapan kang intindihin si Leon, valid ang feelings mo. Totoo ‘yon. Hindi na rin ganoon ka-open si Leon matapos n’yo mag-fall out. Ang hirap n’yang intindihin. Nagsasabi naman ‘yan dati sa amin ni Bia kapag may bumabagabag sa kan’ya. But ngayon hindi na.”

“He dated a literal psychotherapist,” Eli scoffed. “Wala ba s’yang natutunan about a thing or two sa pakikipagcommunicate?”

“Talent ni Mags ang intindihin ang hayop na ‘yan,” Tobi chuckled. “Maybe that’s why they worked out so well. Si Margot lang ang may pasensya na makipagusap sa kan’ya kapag magkakaganon s’ya. Margot was his only ex-girlfriend that was willing to listen to him to talk about kung gaano kahirap sa kan’ya ang iwan at noong pumayag ka lang na iwanan ka. Si tanga, kasalanan naman n’ya. Pero ayon, dahil nga si Mags lang ang babae na hindi ka brining up against kay Leon, siguro dahil doon kaya bakit ang sama sama ng loob n’ya. Si Mags lang ‘yung hindi takot na kuhanin mo si Leon sa kan’ya eh.”

“And I was the one who took him from her.”

“Hindi ikaw,” Tobi corrected. “Hindi naman ikaw ang may gusto. For all we know, inagaw ka lang rin kay Isaac. Isaac nga ano? Tama ba?” Elijah nodded. “Oh ‘di ba? Parehas lang kayong inipit dito. Lahat kayo, actually, inipit dito. It’s unfair, pero ano nga ba ang magagawa na’tin?

“But really, thank you.”

Elijah looked up at him from where she was massaging the meat into the sauce. “Bakit?”

“Niligtas mo ‘yung banda just as much as Margot did noong hindi mo tinakbuhan ‘yung deal. Ang dali kasing tumakbo nalang at taguan sila haanggang sa tigilan ka nila. But you stayed. Alam ko namang hindi ‘yon ang dahilan mo, pero salamat pa rin.”

Elijah could not help but feel tears in the corner of her eyes, remembering how much it hurt her to detach from the band. The thought of Tobias and possibly Amir as well, going through that same feeling hurt her more than she liked to admit. She would never want to wish that kind of heartache to anyone, especially to two of the most passionate musicians she’s ever met in her entire life—the very foundations of both the Loophole and the Midnight Covey.

“I’m always going to be Midnight Covey’s first fan,” she smiled at him, “Nothing is going to change that, Kuya.”

“Thank you,” he smiled at him.

cont. to elijah and bianca's conversation (click here)

“Babes, you look alright,” Ynes sighed, pulling Elijah away from the mirror of their room. They’ve been with each other since dawn, opting to drive to Batangas before Leon so they’d have more time to prepare for the party in the venue.

“Hindi ba ako mukhang underdressed? Papa has a lot of business partners coming, I don’t wanna look unkempt—”

“Gusto mo ba mag-gown na? Maganda na nga sabi,” Jacynthe frustratingly helps Ynes with pulling Elijah away from the full-length mirror to sit her down for make-up. Honestly, though it would’ve been better to just hire a make-up artist, they just decided to let Jas have the pleasure to do the job. After all, Jas has been doing this for them long before there was something like this happening in their lives. Plus, Eli’s anxiety would’ve put her off by just the mere fact that she’ll have someone stare at her face for hours on end just to make her ‘prettier’.

“Okay, run down muna uli ng mga hindi n’yo pwedeng gawin,” Al announced, her iPad in her hand, seemingly having a list on her notes app just so they would be able to go through every single one of them.

Everyone but Jas, who is now busy matching lipstick shades for Eli, looked at Al attentively.

“Number one, bawal awayin si Leon,” Al sighed.

“Sayang,” Bella jokes, but still ended up getting a playful smack on the arm from Ynes.

“Please, in love dapat sila sa isa’t isa. Which brings us to number two, hindi p’wede i-mention si Isaac or si Margot Lee. Kung magawa n’yo man, isusungalngal ko ‘to sa ngalangala n’yo,” Al raises her pencil up to show exactly what she was talking about. “Please, don’t mention anything. Lagot tayo. Maraming businessmen, socialites and other elite families ang andito and we’re doomed if malaman nila na arranged ang lahat ng ‘to and the fairytale bullshit na finabricate nila ay hindi totoo. Also, my parents are going to be there. I think Jas’ parents are too, ‘yung kay Ynes sure na and’yan, and yung kay Bella probably won’t be there kasi her parents are in SoKor. So, unless gusto n’yong maging shitshow rin ito for the rest of us, ‘wag nalang natin imention.”

“Noted, Ma’am!” Jas chuckles.

It’s not hard to admit that all of them can get a little neurotic when it comes to things that mattered to them. This was especially important to Eli, considering that she will be the one presented later. Though she’s never felt more objectified to be offered to another family as a gift to prove their loyalty to building their collaborated project, it still felt like her responsibility to put up a good front for her family. After all, if the image suffers, everyone does and god forbid she wants to Cielo and Bianca to experience half the shit they are going through right now.

“Number three, last na to. Please don’t get shit-faced drunk,” Ally sighed. “God, ‘yung ginawa n’yo noong isang gabi—big no. Utang na loob. If you can help it, walang lalapit sa bar. Jacynthe, heavy on you, if you do end up hooking up with someone tonight, make sure you’re not going to end up pregnant and make sure you reach out to me to figure out an NDA if you end up boning with a filthy rich guy. Kasi those people with fuck you up and it’s not gonna end well. Bawasan na natin ng sakit ng ulo si Tita, okay? But that applies to everyone. Malaki na kayo. Do it safe. Eli, if you’ll be the one to do it with someone na hindi si Leon, which is unlikely based sa personality mo, please wag kang magpapahuli kasi lagot ka.”

“Noted po,” Elijah sighed, slumping back on her chair, letting her mind wander off to what happened last night.

“Isang kanta lang, Madam,” Kyle whined, already begging with the acoustic guitar in hand, for her to play just one song for tomorrow.

Truth was, Elijah wasn’t even sure if she could still play. The music room was there for a few reasons, some of them being she never thought she’d be the one living in there and she’s always wanted her kids to learn music one day. Because if her parents were against the thought of her pursuing music, she would never do that to her own children if she ended up having any.

But it was never there because she planned to play in a band ever again.

“Anong kanta?”

“Payag ka na?” Amir’s head whipped towards her direction from where he was sitting.

“Ano munang kanta?”

“Mahika,” Kyle cheekily grins in front of her. Mahika was one of the few songs that Elijah sang when she was still in the Loophole. It was probably the last song that had its clout in their underground band scene before Elijah left the band for good. Her singing in it and the band gaining a good amount of popularity from it was probably what ticked Soren Yang to force Elijah out of it because he was afraid she’ll pursue it instead of actually doing something that would be beneficial to the company.

Mahika was a song that she wrote on her own. It getting its own kind of short glory really makes her heart swell in happiness but that short glory, that miniscule chance that the band will be successful one day, was the very reason her happiness was taken away from her. It was a bittersweet relationship between her and that song. Most times she wished she never showed it to Leon so that it was never proposed to be played and recorded at all. She still would’ve been in the band.

“Okay lang?”

“Yeah, sure. Basta kapag pumutok ang ugat sa batok ng tatay ko, kasalanan n’yo.”

“Okay na, darling,” Jas smiled, poking a finger on her cheek to get her attention.

She was never one to toot her own horn but Jas’ work was beautiful. She genuinely felt beautiful enough to face the hundreds of people that their parents invited for the reason that the wedding would be much more intimate and strictly family and close friends-only in the guest list.

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“Lamig pa rin ng kamay mo,” Leon chuckled as he held Eli’s hand in between both of his while they waited for the organizer’s call that the event was going to start and they were needed in the venue.. It’s only been two days since Leon started initiating things like holding hands and occasionally having his hand around her waist or shoulders. Normally Eli would’ve freaked out already, but for the sake of putting on a show, she’s already gotten used to it. Though she would still deny that there was some sort of comfort in holding his hand.

After all, most of their ill-history and personal differences aside, the both of them are on the losing side here. There was comfort in the fact whether or not they see each other eye to eye, they are in each other’s corner.

“Kinakabahan ka?” He asked gently, squeezing her hand to get her attention after noticing she was spaced out. He knew she was, but if there was something he learned from Margot, anticipation is where you are the most anxious and talking can distract you from it. Leon did not know if assurance would be the best thing that Eli would want right now, but it’s what he gave when he saw her respond with a nod. “It’s okay— Well, hindi s’ya okay. But I’m here. Alam kong lagi tayong magkaaway and magkasama tayo buong araw ngayon, kaya if you need something, just tell me. I’ll do my best to get it for you, okay?”

Eli didn’t know how to feel about that. Frankly, after everything that has been through, she didn’t know if she was strong enough to trust Leon like that again.

Why is he doing this?

How long is he going to be like this?

Those questions kept on bothering her every time he did something other than picking a fight.

She didn’t want to get used to something that was gonna go away in a few days or months or maybe even years. The thought of her being abandoned once again haunted her.

And if Leon, even after literally spending his entire life with her, once was able to quickly leave her for someone he wanted to pursue. He can do it again now that he already did it once. What weight does he hold on him now?

Probably not a lot.

Leon would leave the second he gets the chance.

Elijah would too… maybe.

“What’s on your mind?” Leon asks, pulling Elijah close to him and making her look at him by lifting her chin up.

Leon was astounded by how Elijah’s face stood so close to his. The distance gave him enough time to see how every curve, every beauty mark, the way her tired looking eyes fluttered, and even the way her lips were in a slight pout. It was all so beautiful to him, but also so new.

Maybe it was the light in the room. Or the nerves. Or something else. But he’s never seen Elijah look so beautiful before.

She looked divine.

He was sure she was Aphrodite in disguise at that very moment.

“I’m not sure,” she lies but the same fear from yesterday was bubbling in the pit of her stomach once again.

Leon went to move closer to the alluring sight in front of him…

and closer…

As if the fear scurried away when he was just an inch away from her face, Elijah did not dare to step back and instead, and out of impulse moves closer to close the gap between their lips.

Leon did not hold back, hand moving from holding her hand to her waist to pull her impossibly closer while the other caresses her face ever so gently. While both of hers finds solace on the sides of both of his arms, feeling the soft fabric of his dress shirt, clinging on it as they relish on the wet feeling of their lips moving on each other like it has always supposed to belong to each other.

She could feel her thumping heart finally slowing down, letting her defenses down as she calms from the anxiety over everything that's about to happen.

Finally at rest, or so they thought.

“Ate?”

Both of them abruptly pull away from the kiss and turn to see Liz with an appalled expression on her face and Bianca in a panicked state trying to pull Liz away from the door.

“Shit.”

“Liz, let me explain,” Eli does not waste a moment, following Liz and Bianca towards the hall. “Annaliz!”

“Explain what, Ate? Na you’re already making out with someone in less than two weeks since your break up with kuya?” Liz spat with so much venom coating her words that Eli felt it taunting her for acting so recklessly. She then turns to Bianca, “Ikaw? Ano? Kaya ba isinama mo ako dito? Para ano? Ipagmalaki na nanalo na uli ang Kuya mo?”

“Liz…” Bianca looked nothing less than disappointed with how Liz was reacting to the situation. “How can you say that?”

“Anong how can you say that? I expected so much more sa inyo! I thought you hated this guy, Ate Ellie, tell me why the hell were you making out with him just now?”

Eli did not know what to say. This was all her fault. She shouldn't have kissed Leon. She shouldn’t have allowed her impulse to take over her.

God ang stupid talaga.

“Liz, calm down–”

“You know what,” she snatches her hand away from Bianca. “I can’t stay here. Ang sasama ng mga ugali n’yo. You and all your families are cruel and evil. It’s even worse to think now that I thought I was falling in love with you, Bianca.”

She then walks away before any of them could say something.

Elijah couldn’t think of anything else to do but fall to her knees and apologize to Bianca, who looked so distraught over what happened.

“Bia, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed, holding both of her hands as she stayed on her knees, begging for the younger girl’s forgiveness for ruining her just budding relationship with her ex’s little sister.

Both Bianca and Leon were trying to get her off her knees but Elijah remained unconsolable as she let out painful sobs.

“It’s not your fault, ate,” Bianca mumbles through her own tears as she helps her brother to get Elijah up

“I… I didn’t mean for it to end up that way— Gosh, ang tanga tanga. I’m so sorry.”

“Bia, look for Kuya Santi or si Ate Ynes,” Leon orders her, handing her a handkerchief to wipe her face first before dashing out of the building and into the event grounds.

“I’m sorry I kissed you,” Elijah whimpered against his shoulder as they stood there in the empty hall of the hotel they managed to rent for the entire event. “Nasira ko ‘yung relasyon ni Bia—”

“Hey, it was my fault too,” Leon sighs, rubbing soothing circles on her back. The entire situation was taunting him as well for causing so much distress on Elijah once again because he was just as reckless with his decisions. “I’m sorry you have to go through this, Eli.”

It was the first time he called her by that name since they got stuck together and it just slipped out of his mouth. As much as he knew it would be hard for Elijah to believe it, this was hurting him just as much. He was just as careless and the price to pay was his own little sister’s happiness for the actions that he did.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been the nicest person in the world,” he mumbles, choking on some words as he tries to hold back tears as well. He was never one to cry in front of anyone. But this is Eli. His Eli. Eli will never judge her for having emotions. For being hurt especially.

“I’m so sorry, I left you, Eli.”

“Are you really?” She asked, looking up to him.

It didn’t sound like she was mocking him. It sounded more like she was hopeful that it was true. Like she was hoping that the fall out maimed him too unlike what she had always thought.

“I am,” he replied softly as he stared at her glossed over eyes, breaking his own heart in the process. No one has looked this beautiful this close while crying. But he had to hold himself back from doing just what he did earlier. Instead he rests his forehead on hers and mumbles yet another apology.

God. If he is lying, please tell me now. Tell me I’m not wrong for believing him right now. Elijah’s thoughts ran in circles over and over until she might just pass out, but this wasn’t the right time. She had to fight against her ruminating thoughts, even just for tonight.

For the show.

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cobaltusami · 3 years

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Ayo can I get a lee makoto and ler sakura please?

Hey hi hello! I had so much fun writing this, I fricking love Sakura and I’m always happy to write about her. Thank you so much for this request! :’)

So I went with this random Idea of basically her training Makoto on how to win in a tickle fight, Because ofc she would train him. I’m not sure where the idea of the concussion came from but enjoy I guess? xD

Side note, In this fic, Makoto knows about Kenshiro because he has spent time with Sakura. Not sure If that needed explained but just so you know!

Characters: Lee!Makoto, Ler!Sakura, Implied Lee!Hina at the very end.

Word count: 3230

Makoto came staggering Into the nurses office, holding his head In pain. He sat down on one of the beds after retrieving an ice pack from the mini cooler nestled In the corner of the room.

“Makoto? What happened to you?” Aoi asked curiously from the bed across from his.

He jumped in surprise and quickly brought the cold pack down, trying to obscure It from the swimmer. “M-Me? Oh… Nothing, Just have a headache… What about you? Why are you In here?” He quickly turned the question around on her.

“She twisted her ankle while running. I’m wrapping It for her.” Sakura informed him.

Makoto hadn’t even noticed her until she spoke up.

“Don’t ask how I twisted It.” Hina giggled sheepishly, blushing a little.

“I thought Sakura just said you were running?”

“Yeah but…”

“She was running to the dining hall to get donuts.” Sakura sighed, rolling her eyes fondly at her best friend’s antics. She carefully finished wrapping up the foot In her lap and set It back down. “There, how does that feel?”

“Better. Thanks Sakura.” Hina beamed, launching herself halfway off the bed to hug the taller girl.

Sakura flinched and quickly caught the athlete before she hurt herself even more. “Try to be more careful, Hina. I swear sometimes you can be such a klutz.” she teased, setting the swimmer back on the bed after giving her a quick hug.

“It’s not my fault, The Floor conspired against me.” Hina giggled.

“What am I going to do with you?” Sakura sighed.

Makoto smiled to himself as he watched the two absentmindedly, forgetting for a moment about the roaring migraine he had going… Until he just thought about it. He winced and put the ice pack back up against his head.

“Makoto, What happened to your head?” The Martial Artist asked, approaching the student curiously.

“I uh, Fell and hit my head.” He lied unconvincingly.

“If that’s the case, You might be as big of a klutz as me.” Hina giggled.

Sakura sighed and knelt on the bed behind him, carefully moving his hand away from the spot on his head. “Let me look at It.”

She moved his hair away from the spot on his head, he winced expecting her to be much more rough but she was surprisingly very gentle. It only stung a little. “Am I bleeding?” Makoto asked after a brief silence.

“No. But you do have a painful looking bump on your head. Put the ice back on that spot.” She instructed as she got up and came around to the other side of the bed.

He did as she told him, wincing as the stinging returned. “So all I need to do Is Ice It, Right?”

She sat down In a stool In front of him. “Yes, For that spot anyway. I want to check and make sure you don’t have a concussion though.”

“I’m sure I’m fine, Sakura. It’s just a bump.”

“You said you have a headache, Is there anything else bothering you? Are you nauseous? Is there any ringing in your ears?” She asked, brushing off his attempts to put her at ease.

“No.”

“Your eyes are dilated.” She informed him. “Makoto, can you remember how exactly this happened?”

Makoto sat there, staring blankly at the wall behind Sakura trying to think. Honestly? No. He couldn’t. He didn’t remember hitting his head, all he remembered was getting up off the floor and stumbling in here.

He hesitantly met her eyes, slowly shaking his head.

She sighed softly and stood up, going over to the medicine cabinet and retrieving some ibuprofen. She brought It back with some water and set them both down on the table in front of Makoto. “Here, these will help, But you have a concussion so your head Is still going to hurt for a while. You can’t sleep for a few hours so Is there anything I can get you to help you stay awake?”

“Um, No… I’ll be okay. Thank you Sakura.” He mustered up a small smile at her.

“You’re welcome. I’m going to go figure out what happened, I will be back to check on both of you.” She said, exiting the room.

“I’ve never seen Sakura act like that before.” Makoto mumbled once the fighter had left the room.

Hina nodded, smiling. “Yeah, She only acts like that around people she’s close to. She kind of turns into a mom when someone gets hurt.” She giggled a little.

Makoto smiled, looking back at Hina. “Yeah, She kind of reminded me of my mom just now. Except she didn’t yell at me for not being careful.”

“She said she used to mother Kenshiro a lot when he’d get hurt. He always got mad at her for It so she kind of hid that side of herself.” Aoi recalled.

“I don’t understand why, Obviously It was because She cared about him.”

“I guess tough guys don’t like being worried about.” she shrugged.

As the two continued to theorize and talk, Sakura had made her way to the dining hall where the others were gathered, she sat down next to Mondo and just stared at him for a moment.

“What? Why are you looking at me funny?” Mondo asked, turning to face her.

“Mondo… Did you hit Makoto?” She asked.

“What?? Why the hell would I do that?” The biker replied, making a face of confusion. “I’d only hit him If I was mad at him-- Which I wasn’t.”

“Then how did he get a concussion?” Sakura asked quietly.

“Makoto has a concussion!?” Mondo choked.

Taka whipped around, looking In alarm at them. “What?! Where Is Makoto right now?? I must go check on him--”

“He’s resting, I gave him some ibuprofen and he’s icing his head. He’s fine.” She reassured the strict student.

“We were rough housing and he fell, I went to check on him after a minute but he was gone. I figured he just went back to his room.” Mondo explained.

“It’s true.” Chihiro spoke up. “We were all playing around trying to take Mondo down.”

“Trying and failing.” The tough biker corrected, smirking.

“Don’t remind me, My sides still hurt.” Hiro mumbled.

“Hey I tried to tell you idiots that was a bad idea.” Leon retorted. “Clearly you didn’t learn from watching Taka get wrecked.”

Taka blushed as he felt all eyes at the table on him. “W-What? A leader leads by example!”

Chihiro giggled, shaking their head. “Where Is Makoto? I want to go check on him.”

“Yeah, Me too. I feel kind of guilty.” Mondo agreed.

“He’s In the Infirmary.” She answered. Well, At least she knew what happened now. She took the others back with her, and they proceeded to fill Makoto In on what transpired leading up to him hitting his head.

He was thankful to now recall how he got the concussion, but a little embarrassed that the reason he got the concussion to begin with was because he got tickled by Mondo in a bad spot and went flying into a wall to escape.

He was even more embarrassed that Hina and Sakura now knew that fact as well.

A few days later Makoto approached the Martial artist, She was sitting In the pool area watching Hina swim. “Hey Sakura?”

Sakura looked up at him, The Lucky student appeared very nervous and shy. “Hello, Makoto. What Is It?”

“Um. I have a question.” He sat down next to her. “You can take Mondo In a fight, Right?”

Sakura gave a perplexed look as she smiled in amusement. “Yes, I believe so. Why? Do you want me to beat him up for you?”

“N-No! Nothing like that…” Makoto stammered. “I just… Um… How? How do you fight him and win?”

“What Is this about, Makoto?”

Makoto sighed. “I want revenge on him for the other day, I wanna be the one to successfully take him down. So how do I win against him in a play fight?”

“By play fight you mean...?” She asked.

“He means a tickle fight!” Hina answered, leaning against the side of the pool near them. “He wants to know how to win In a tickle fight!”

“H-Hina!” Makoto blushed bright pink, feeling ridiculous.

Sakura tilted her head curiously. “Is that true?”

“I-It’s not that I think you just go around getting In… Play fights with people all the time, But I think because you’re such a good fighter you’ll have some kind of strategy.”

The Ultimate Martial artist actually giggled at this. “Oh how wrong you are… I’ve never won a ‘play fight’. But I’ve seen Mondo get tickled on a handful of occasions so I sort of have a strategy that might help you.”

“You’ve never won one before?” Makoto and Hina asked In unison, confused.

“L-Like Makoto said.” Sakura blushed. “I don’t just go around getting into such silly fights.”

Hina and Makoto exchanged looks, He was incredulous while she was… plotting something. Makoto could tell she was going to get herself in trouble later.

“Anyway, What’s the strategy?” Makoto asked, trying to distance himself from whatever foolishness Hina was plotting.

“Okay so…” Sakura thought for a moment, collecting her thoughts. “Mondo relies on his strength so you have to turn that into a weakness. By moving quicker than him and tripping him up by aiming for his joints. He’s sensitive in the stomach but If he’s as good of a fighter as I think he is, He’ll be guarding any obvious spots so you have to be unconventional and-- Makoto? Are you even listening?”

Makoto blinked. “Y-Yeah of course!”

“Repeat back what I just said.”

The lucky student stammered. “O-Okay, I didn’t take In any of that. I’m sorry! I’m listening. It's just... You’re talking kind of fast.”

Sakura frowned. “Sorry, I have a tendency to do that when discussing fighting.”

“No kidding.” Hina mumbled.

Sakura narrowed her eyes at Hina warningly before turning her attention back to Makoto. “I could try to go slower, But I get too Into talking about fighting and tend to start rambling. It might be better If I just show you and explain as I go.”

“No! Th-That won’t be necessary!” Makoto said quickly, blushing brightly. “It’s okay, I’ll figure something out and--”

“Makoto! Let her help you!” Hina chastised, pulling herself out of the pool and settling on the edge. “If you don’t, I’ll help you. And you won’t like my help… I’m not as gentle.” she warned, glaring at the frightened student.

“It’s okay, Makoto. I won’t hurt you.” Sakura reassured him carefully.

He wasn’t just afraid of getting hurt, He also was super ticklish and didn’t want her to see just how ticklish he was. “O-Okay…” He agreed hesitantly, standing up.

She stood up too. “Okay, So for this part, You’re going to be Mondo.”

He nodded and took a defensive stance, bracing himself internally.

“You’re going to want to make the first move. Normally with someone larger than you, you want to wait for them to strike first so you can dodge and get your hits in.” She approached him. “But that will be his strategy, so you have to use it to your advantage. Reach your right arm out towards me.” she instructed.

He nodded and did as she asked.

“He’s right handed, so when he goes to reach for you, It’ll be with his right arm. Use your size to your advantage and duck as you get closer to his body. You want to avoid his hand by going under it.”

She walked around to his shoulder. “You’ll want to come back up to full height around here, Because you’re going to grab the collar of his coat when you do.”

Sakura grabbed the collar of his coat to emphasize. “He’s going to be spinning around to reach for you, so you have to keep moving while you have a handful of his coat.” she explained. “Spin around and try to grab me.”

Makoto did as she instructed, spinning around to grab at her but she began sprinting around him, dragging him nearly off his feet with her momentum alone. “Once you do this, Lift up--”

Makoto yelped as he was hoisted Into the air.

“And lean Into him, It’s like a tackle. The momentum of your running and his spinning will take him down with you on top of him. I’m not going to do that because I don’t want to hurt you.” She explained, Instead she gently put him down on the floor on his stomach and knelt beside him.

Makoto sighed in relief upon being set down. “Okay, Then what?”

“You’re going to want to keep your knee In the small of his back to keep him down.” She explained, Resting her hand against the small of his back. “Right about here. Make sure you put all of your weight Into It or he’ll be able to get out easily.”

He nodded, Making a mental note of the spot on his back. “Next?”

“He’ll be face down, So that leaves you with very little options. You have to be unconventional.”

“Unconventional how?”

“The Back, His shoulder blades, anywhere that might produce a reaction.” she explained.

“The back? Are people actually sensitive there…?” Makoto glanced over his shoulder at her inquisitively.

“Yes. Some people more than others.” She responded calmly. “Here, Let me show you.”

She brushed her fingers gently across his shoulder blades, to his surprise he squeaked and dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Okahahahay! Ihihihi seehehe what you mean!” He giggled, squirming around.

Sakura smiled in amusement as she ran her fingers across the back of his ribs. “Are you sure? I want to make sure you fully understand.”

Makoto squealed and began giggling harder, rolling over onto his back to protect it. “Ihihihim sure!” he retorted.

“Well, You wanna make sure you apply enough weight so that Mondo can’t roll over like that.” She said amusedly. “Because If he does…”

Suddenly she began tickling his sides and stomach, causing him to shriek and arch his back as he laughed brightly.

“He will destroy you by aiming for your weak spots.” She said as a matter of fact, no hint of joking whatsoever. Though If he looked at her face, He could see she was smirking.

“SAHAHAHAKURA! NOHOHOHOHO!” He flailed, laughing helplessly as he did.

“Come on, Makoto. This Is training. What do you do In this situation? I’ll give you a hint… I told you earlier.” She said, focusing her efforts on his stomach.

Makoto tried to rack his brain for the solution, but he couldn’t focus thanks to the merciless onslaught of tickles to his worst spot. “I DOHOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!” He whined.

“Ooh! I know!” Hina raised her hand as though she was In class. “Aim for the joints, Right?”

“Yes.” Sakura relented her attack. “Whichever side he’s on, Raise the hand closest to him…”

Makoto brought his left arm up, still giggling under his breath as he waited for her instructions.

“And either chop his wrist, Or drive your elbow Into his inner elbow to send his arm away.” She explained. “From there, you should have a clear target. His stomach should be exposed. And he’s really sensitive there so It should trip him up enough for you to get the upper hand.”

Makoto smirked mischievously. “Really?” Without waiting for her to say anything he darted his hands towards her midsection, But she saw this coming a mile away and caught his wrists. Stopping him with ease.

“Did you honestly think that would work?” Sakura chuckled, pulling the now incredibly nervous boy into her lap.

“W-Wait! Sakura, I-I’m sorry!” He yelped, squirming. He couldn’t pull his wrists free no matter how much he tugged at them.

“Hmm… I’m not sure I believe you.” Sakura hummed thoughtfully. “I think you’re just sorry you were caught.”

Well, Technically she was right.

“Maybe this would be a good opportunity to teach you about teases. Seeing as though Mondo Is very weak to them.” She smirked.

Makoto’s eyes widened as he froze up. “Nononono! I know all about that! You don’t have to teach me!”

“Are you sure? I said I would help you beat Mondo, and this is a big part of that.” She began dragging her fingers across his side teasingly, making him tremble and giggle.

“Ihihihi’m good! I promise!” He giggled, blushing.

“I think you should tease him anyways! The little shit tried to tickle you. That’s my job!” Hina spoke up, outraged.

Sakura laughed lightly. “That would be the biggest mistake you’ll ever make. I will wreck you too.”

“Well yeah, duh. That’s part of the fun. I’m well aware of the risks.” Hina scoffed.

“I think you may be a masochist, Hina.” Sakura smiled in exasperation at her friend before turning her attention back to Makoto. “But enough of that, What do you say I give you some good lines to use against him?”

Makoto shook his head frantically. “Nohohoho!”

“But why not? Don’t you want to win against Mondo?” She hummed, forming a claw with her fingers and attacking his stomach. He screeched and threw his head back laughing. “Aw, Poor baby. Does this tickle~?”

“SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKURAAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Makoto blushed bright red, burying his face in his arm.

“Please what? Please tickle you more? If you insist.” Sakura teased, vibrating her fingers into his sensitive belly.

Makoto let out another shriek as he laughed hysterically, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes already. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MEHEHEHERCY!” He cried out.

“Do you think Mondo Is going to have mercy on you? Why should I?” she asked, though she did lighten up to just gently brushing her fingers against his exposed stomach.

He laid there in her lap giggling and laughing like a damn fool.

“He’s going to tickle you to pieces and laugh about it.”

“Whahahahat’s your pohohohoint?” He laughed.

She stopped her attack and let go of his wrists, gently putting him back down on the floor. “My point Is, If you make snap judgements and move without thinking of the repercussions, You’ll lose.”

He laid on the floor giggling softly and recovering from the attack.

“Your advantage In this fight will be that Mondo Is reactionary, He doesn’t think about his actions so you can plan for that. But that’s also your disadvantage. You have to be quick thinking and stay three steps ahead of him if you want to win.”

Makoto nodded as he sat up. “Thanks Sakura… Do you think I should practice before I try to take him on?”

“It definitely wouldn’t hurt.” She replied.

Makoto glanced up at Hina. At that moment they both lunged at Sakura, Who again saw this coming a mile away. She caught Hina In one arm and Makoto In the other, She pinned their bodies against hers with their arms at their sides so they couldn’t escape. “Seriously? Again?” She sighed.

“Hina why did I let you tempt me Into this!?” Makoto complained, squirming helplessly.

“Hey, You should have known following my lead was a bad idea.” Hina giggled.

“I guess some people learn the hard way...”

“Nononono! Sakura wait! Wahahahahahait!”

“Aieeee! Sahahahahakuraaaa ihihit tihihickles!”

Sakura sighed, What was she going to do with these two idiots? Well apparently the answer Is tickle them nearly to death, Because that’s what happened.

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11. Leon

Leon had been half asleep and ready to get up at the slight sign of danger; his years of service had taught him to be always on his toes, and so he had become a very light sleeper. He was used to being awakened by random unpleasant surprises. However, the way he had woken this time made him lose a few years of life-spawn.

There was a loud crack, followed by a soft female groan, and then the cave began shaking like an earthquake. His eyes snapped open, and he was immediately on his fit with his handgun in hand. His eyes quickly scanned the cave. Claire was gone, the cavern entrance's cover laid broken on the ground, and he could hear gunshots coming from outside.

"Shit…" he mumbled, getting his gun and making his way outside.

He expected the usual groans and screams that usually came with Plagas, but instead, the roar he heard chilled his blood.

"Leon S. Kennedy! Don't you dare come out now!" he heard Claire shout at him.

Don't come out? Was she insane? He wasn't going to let her fight whatever that thing was on her own.

Leon reached the entrance and saw the youngest Redfield standing a few meters away from him. Her dark hair was messy and filled with leaves and branches that had gotten stuck after she had rolled on the ground. She had her rifle aimed in his direction, and her expression was a mix of horror and shock.

"Leon, that thing is right over you. If you come out to know, it won't be good..." Claire shouted again, "I'll lure it away! As soon as the path is clear, you can come to give me a hand!"

Like hell, he would. Claire had moved further away, and he waited a couple of minutes for Claire's sign, but as it never came, he gripped his handguns and ran out of the cave as fast he could. What he saw outside was worse than what he'd imagined. The creature wasn't the same they had seen earlier. It was bigger, uglier, and even more threatening. It moved like a human-spider crawling over the surface; just like the others they'd seen so far, the creatures had no features in its face except an over-sized mouth filled with fangs. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of red that he recognized as Claire, running right to him.

"Leon! Thank god, you're outside safely," she gasped.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he examined her under the dim moonlight. She didn't look hurt, and That sent a wave of relief over him.

"I'm fine, but we don't have time for that, Mr. agent. We have an issue here..."

"I noticed...a new friend?"

"Sure...and the bastard isn't leaving me alone without a fight. Want to be a nice friend and help me?"

" What are friends for?"

The fight against the thing was hard, they wasted a lot of ammo, and the beast didn't seem to flinch. The silence of the night got broken with the sound of gunshots, roars, and screams. The creature was strong, and after a few minutes of the fruitless fight, Leon knew that they had little chances to defeat it. They were wasting themselves and precious ammo.

"Shit…" he groaned, putting more ammo in his gun, "This one is no joke. "

"Any plan, Mr. Agent?" Claire gasped, covering him.

Run, that was all he could think at the time. With some luck, they could use the trees and the terrain to their advantage and lose it. Maybe they'd stumble with some of the locals, and that would distract the horrendous thing. It was a high bet, but it was better than wasting ammo and having the thing kill them eventually.

"Let's run. Save the ammo unless it is necessary…"

Claire nodded at him, and both turned around and began running as fast as they could through the woods. They could hear the groans and steps of the monster chasing them, but either of them wanted to stop and see how far it was. Their race came to an abrupt end when they found themselves in front of a high cliff. The only way across was an old hanging bridge that wagged too much for his comfort.

Fuck comfort, Leon thought as he and Claire ran through. The damn thing kept moving and moving, making it hard to advance without tripping and falling into certain death. Either they were caught and killed, or they fell off the cliff and died. None of the options were appealing.

The creature had already caught with them; it seemed to hesitate with the bridge, but Leon knew that its hesitation wouldn't last for long.

"We are almost there, Claire. Hurry."

The woman didn't answer. She was almost breathless when they reached the end of the bridge. The monster was half of it, and without hesitation, Leon pulled out his knife and cut off the ropes. The effect was instantaneous, the bridge broke down under the weight of its horrible body, and they saw, with some relief, how it vanished into the darkness of the cliff.

Well, at least that worked.

Leon checked himself. His wounds were numerous, but all of them were mostly scratches and not life-threatening. He was relieved to see that Claire was in a similar condition. Her clothes had gotten torn in many parts during the struggle. He saw blood on them and several injuries, but, like his, they seemed to be small scratches. However, there was something that still worried Leon. Claire's concussion was already an issue, and he didn't know if the new hits had added more damage.

"Claire…"

She didn't answer as she was catching up her breath with her look completely distant.

"Claire, talk to me," Leon insisted. He needed to evaluate her condition, and talking was one of the simplest ways.

"I'm all right," she replied in a shaky voice that made him frown, "Just a little shocked and breathless. Give me a minute…"

Leon nodded. Her reply seemed reasonable. While Claire was recovering, he decided to scout around for a bit. It was too dark to make out anything, but they needed to find a safe spot for the rest of the night. After that thing's attack, he wasn't in the mood to cross paths with another unfriendly monster. He found a small building a few steps from them that seemed like a storage shack. The door was locked with a chain, but Leon broke them without effort and pushed the door open. The place was small, dusty, and filled with boxes with undistinguishable contents in the darkness. It wasn't pretty nor comfortable, but it looked safe enough, at least until dawn.

The young agent made sure to lock the door before letting himself fall to the cold floor next to Claire; he rested his back against the wall and looked at the redhead on his side. She seemed to be recovering her breath slowly and was busy trying to fix her reddish locks; he could see her shoulders move as she tried to ease the rhythm of her breathing.

"Nice look..." he whispered in a teasing way as he pulled a stick out of the mess of dark locks.

"Haha..." Claire said sarcastically, "I think I lost my hair tie. Just great..."

"I find it nice. You should wear it down more often..."

"You gotta be kidding me..." Claire blurted out. She shook her head and laughed, "We're in a crisis here, and you can still flirt?"

"I am not flirting," Leon chuckled, "Just being honest here..."

Claire shook her hair a little, throwing a bunch of leaves over his lap.

"Don't mock my hair, Mr. Perfect-hair-all-the-time," she snorted while she rubbed her arms, an action that didn't pass unnoticed by his sharp eyes.

Of course, she's cold.

Unlike him, Claire had failed to bring a jacket, and her current outfit wasn't exactly warm. Hughesville had been in the middle of summer, and naturally, Claire had been wearing a casual and fresher attire that didn't suit the cooler weather of their current location.

Claire bent over in a sudden coughing fit, but he could do anything more than rubbing her back in a comforting way.

"Thanks," she said, "I don't know what was that for."

"You're cold…" he commented.

"A little, blame Hughesville for being in summer. I regret leaving my jacket in my office."

"You can have mine then…" he replied, taking off the piece of clothing and putting it over her shoulders.

"You'll be cold now…" she complained, but he noticed the soft hint of gratitude in her voice.

"I'll bear with it."

"You're going to make me feel guilty. At least stay close. We can warm each other."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Don't push it, Kennedy, Chris isn't the only one with a good hook."

Leon laughed. He'd never doubted Claire being a dangerous woman to mess with, but somehow, he felt like teasing Claire was a way to relax, considering their current predicament. Even if she had made herself sound angry, he could feel her body relax by his side.

"Are you okay? You didn't hit your head again when I wasn't looking, did you?"

"I don't think so…" she replied, " Not that hard, at least."

She had laughed at the last statement, but he wasn't weren't dangerous, but if she kept getting hits, that concussion could grow into something worse. Leon felt Claire's head fall on his shoulder, but he was aware that she was still awake.

"Sorry...my headache is killing me. I am starting to feel dizzy again."

"That's fine. You can pay me back with your lap next time."

She laughed, and the sound of her laugh was sort of comforting.

"How long will it take Chris to come? Don't get me wrong, I am enjoying my time with you, but I'd rather do this somewhere without B.O.W's and without a killer migraine piercing my skull."

"I have to admit I'd love that, too. We still need to meet up in normal conditions, Claire."

"I am starting to suspect that the meeting will never happen."

"We will make it happen. Maybe we can grab a bite when we are out of here?"

"That sounds splendid…" she chuckled, but he soon heard her laugh die away. "I am sorry, Leon."

"What are you apologizing for?"

"You shouldn't be here. It was me who these people wanted…"

"Don't be stupid. I am glad that I am here with you. That way, I can make sure that you'll make it home."

"Yeah...of course." she said softly, "Barry still owes me that lunch. I just hope it won't be a sandwich."

Leon snorted. He had heard about that inside joke from Claire. Barry and his sandwich references were gold.

"You can get it when we return. Oh, and you should treat me for dinner, too. After all this mess, I might deserve it."

"Sure. I can do that…"

"How about some home cooking? Chris was bragging about your amazing cooking skills, and yet I've never tried it before."

"What's Chris doing bragging about my culinary skills?" she sighed, "Well, fine, I will cook for you, but I warn you, don't expect anything too fancy. I haven't cooked in a while."

Their talk about food made him remember how thin she was. Claire hadn't been fat, to begin with, but something about her appearance now was unsettling. She was a little underweighted, or at least that's what he felt. Maybe she had been skipping meals due to work; he just hoped it wasn't something serious.

"Want to sleep?" he whispered.

"Not yet. I need the adrenaline to go down first. We could talk in the meantime. Of course, unless you want to sleep..."

"Nah, talking doesn't sound bad. I don't usually get friendly chatting during missions, but I can't say it isn't a nice change."

"Then tell me about the misadventures of the great agent Kennedy. I bet you get to save tons on damsels in distress each time. You seem to have experience saving my butt."

"I don't think the title damsel in distress and Claire Redfield go well in the same sentence. You are the one saving my ass all the time."

"Maybe years ago, but I can't beat your experience, so...what was your last mission?"

Leon knew that Claire was probably doing casual chatting by asking about his job. She would always do that and avoid the subject of her misadventures. She probably had her reasons to avoid the topic, but he was as curious as she was about what she had done in the last past years, and he probably wouldn't get a chance to talk to her that openly when they got home and her brother hoarding over her.

"It wasn't anything interesting. Just the usual. After the incidents from two years ago, I've only gotten minor tasks."

"It was a tough thing for you, guys. Chris was in bad shape when he came back, physically and mentally. I imagine you were, too. I heard about what happened in Tall Oaks. We lost many of our people there, and I wished we could have done more, but the organization was in chaos at the time, too."

"That's fine. I think I've gotten over it."

It wasn't entirely true, though. Leon hadn't quite gotten over it. He'd had his mourning period, but that didn't mean that the memories didn't hurt. He had lost more things than he could have ever imagined in one single night.

"I am sorry I made you remember that. I can see it still hurts. "

Leon wondered how Claire could see that. He knew the woman was very sharp, and even when she didn't hit the nail all the time, she was usually never too far from it.

"What about you, miss head of branch?"

"Don't sweat it. I didn't want that job to begin with, but after many circumstances, I decided to accept it."

"Got tired of hunting zombies and mutants?"

"Not quite. I just realized how many glitches TerraSave's structure had. It was nothing that I could fix with the power I had at the time, but I could do it if I accepted the role as head of the branch. Power and ranks make a difference. It was tough at first, convincing the higher-ups and everything, but in the end, they all saw the reason behind it, and I think they were pleased with the results."

"Your promotion was a recent thing, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, a little less than a year. My last mission was on an island in South America. Another testing field concocted by Umbrella's remaining lackeys."

Leon remembered hearing something about that. He hadn't read the report, though, but Hunnigan had said something. A group of famous Japanese models had been slaughtered on an island by a viral outbreak and B.O.W's running rampage. He had heard about all the chaos and tragedy it had involved, but Hunnigan never mentioned Claire's name.

"You...were there?"

"Yeah. I got myself in a bad spot and ended up being saved by Parker and the B.S.A.A. Some months after that, I was named head of the NA Branch. I haven't been active in the field since then, but I don't plan to stay like that. As soon as I finish with all the work I've got, I'll be back fieldwork."

He could somehow picture it. Just like Chris, Claire was a person of action and not someone who stayed all day behind a desk signing papers. Leon wondered if it was a family trait and if perhaps their parents had been like that, too.

"It took me a couple of years to see things better. TerraSave needed a change if we wanted the organization to fill the purpose it was created for, helping the people. So far, it wasn't doing such a great job, and it felt a little disappointing. I guess we were all biased and unable to see the breaches we had. It took me a couple of hard hits to come clear with it, and that's how I ended where I am."

"Maybe that is the reason you got targeted," Leon reasoned, "If you were making major changes, some people might have seen you as a threat."

"TerraSave is a salvation organization. We are not a threat to terrorists, like the B.S.A.A or the DSO are. Even with our research, we posed no threat."

"That's enough to them, Claire. Maybe you had something they did not want you to have."

"Maybe? By now, I wouldn't be surprised if we had a traitor on our side. It wouldn't be the first…" she sighed bitterly, "Unfortunately, that is not something I can control. I am not psychic to see what goes into everyone's heads after all, but I've learned my lesson. I won't put my whole trust into people."

Leon was perplexed about that, but he then remembered a report he had read years ago, one concerning Claire and TerraSave. A group of people had gotten abducted during a party and taken to a B.O.W development facility. There had been only three survivors from that incident, among them, Claire. According to the file, the abduction had been orchestrated by a man named Neil Fisher, who was the former head of the NA Branch and Claire's predecessor.

"You wouldn't be referring to the events of Sushestviviane, are you?"

"You got me there. That's why I meant. I can blame it on Neil that I am no longer able to trust people, as Moira likes to point. I cared about him and trusted him with my life, just to get sold to Wesker for a sample of Ouroboros."

Leon caught the bitterness in her words, and he couldn't help but wonder if there had been something more than a mere friendship there, but as he knew Claire, he chose not to ask.

"There are still people you can trust, though."

People like me.

"Yes, I know. Feel proud, Kennedy. You are among the top ones in my list, right next to Chris."

"Do you trust me as much as you trust your brother?"

"Well yeah, who knows if I would be here without you, rookie..."

Claire had suddenly fallen quiet. She seemed to have gotten lost in her thoughts, and unlike Claire, he wasn't that good at reading people, so he had no idea what was going through the woman's mind.

"So...Mr. Agent, what now?"

"Same plan as before. We get to that house, figure out what's going on here, and we leave."

"I don't like being the pessimist here, but what if we find more of my friends there?"

"We can handle it. What's another B.O.W to us? I'll watch your back, and you'll watch mine, that worked pretty well in Raccoon."

"Bet on that. You know I will take a bullet for you."

"Yeah, but I wouldn't want that, so you better don't go doing anything crazy, Redfield."

"Goes the same for you."

Leon did not reply. He pulled his mobile from his pocket and began fidgeting with it. Just as Leon expected, the signal was off, which meant he had no means to contact Hunnigan. He managed to pass a small message, but the agent was doubtful if it was clear enough.

"There must be something interfering with the signal."

"Well, guess that shouldn't surprise us. " Claire replied, peeking over his shoulder at the mobile "How's that they didn't take it from you?"

"I guess our terrorist group isn't bright." he replied, pushing the mobile back into his pocket, "You need to rest now."

"Yeah, I'll take that offer…"

Leon felt Claire curl at his side, and it took her a couple of sighs before the woman had fallen deeply asleep. He took a look at her sleeping form and stroked a couple of hair strands from her face. Took what it took, he would bring Claire home safely.

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Two Hares Running Side by Side [Part II]

Part I here

Characters: Jean d’Arc, Napoleon Bonaparte, Sebastian, Comte de Saint-Germain, minor characters adapted from historical figures

Pairings: Napoleon x MC, Napoleon x Jean, Sebastian x Saint-Germain (main)

Words: 2940

Warning: Slight gore and major character amputation.

"Herr Mozart....or, Wolf as he asked me to call him, was unexpectedly amiable to my visiting him. One of his violinists even invited me to play, and I was elated when they applauded me and...."

Leon didn't need to read the rest of the letter. He understood.

There was little you could hide from Leon, not even in writing. He had long suspected his fiancé's fondness for the young musician. The more he read her letters, it was as clear it went beyond simple admiration.

Her feelings didn't go unrequited, it seemed.

Leon was a kind man. He didn't believe that he was, but everybody else insisted he was. He didn't climb the ranks of the Grande Armée through hard work and ingenuity alone.

Leon didn't want to accuse his own fiancé of unfaithfulness. Leon, on his part, believed his feelings to be earnest. But could he say the same for her?

With the letter crumpled in his fist, he strolled along the streets, in need of a distraction. He had gotten so used to having people around, to getting himself so busy there was no time to nurse festering wounds. Thoughts grew louder in silence, after all.

He stopped at a familiar bookstore, one he and Sebastian liked to frequent on breaks. Large yet cozy, and only sparsely crowded. It was the perfect sanctuary, and Leon grabbed a novel from the shelves to start reading.

But none of the words drew him in, and soon Leon put the book down to observe the other persons. One was particularly noticeable, a tall figure clad in a black shirt.

It was none other than Sergeant-Major d'Arc, flipping through a selection of leather-bound notebooks.

Jehanne, Leon gulped uneasily. Memories of gloved fingers stroking the nape of his neck resurfaced.

Leon (along with Sebastian and Saint-Germain) swore to pretend nothing happened to preserve the sergeant-major's dignity. The man in question himself woke up with no recollection of what transpired the previous night, and everything was back to usual.

But Leon's head was currently in a jumble, and it took him a while until he noticed that the other man had spotted him.

Iolite eyes bore into emerald eyes, and Leon had never felt more vindicated in his entire life.

So he did what most sensible men would do, sweep it all under the rug and show your opponent your flashiest grin.

"D'Arc! What a coincidence!" he greeted. "You alone?"

D'Arc held his chosen notebook to his chest, a rosy-colored thing that didn't suit him. "Mm," he answered. "My friends are currently preoccupied....elsewhere, and I need to replace my old journal."

"Ah, so you're keeping a journal!" Leon exclaimed, only to scold himself because soldiers keep a journal nowadays and that it's an obvious thing to say.

"Not for....reasons you might expect," D'Arc looked away. "I've been told that my writing is terrible. Gilles suggested I practice my cursive in a notebook."

The other man's bluntness never stopped being a surprise to Leon. "Ah."

They exited the store together, and Leon thought about following him for the entire day. Leon felt guilty for imposing himself on the man, but it was bound to be a long day, and he needed a distraction.

Was it safe to assume he was close enough to Jehanne—D'Arc to take up his personal time? Soldiers don't usually grope their superiors when they're drunk.

It didn't hurt to ask, Leon thought. And his initial embarrassment was already long gone. "Seeing as we're both alone, why don't you accompany me? I can treat you if you like."

Leon could sense some slight hesitation on Jean's part.

"Fine," he muttered. "I don't see why not."

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D'Arc ended up following Leon throughout their entire excursion. The Sergeant-Major wasn't one for small talk, but Leon didn't mind the peace.

He had to admit it was immensely refreshing to learn more about d'Arc. One, he was apparently skilled in sewing, and that he'd mended his own uniforms flawlessly. And second, he had as much interest in flower viewing as he did in testing weapons.

There were rumors about a soldier whose firearms expertise was unmatched and was second to none in swordsmanship. This mysterious soldier was said to swing his sword out in the open every morning without fail, even during midwinter.

The sharpshooter turned out to be d'Arc, who didn't seem to take much pride in his commendable habits. He even asked (insisted really) Leon to keep them a secret.

Even more blackmail material, Leon thought, amused.

But Leon felt some degree of affection for the innocent man, and something tugged his heartstrings when d'Arc marveled at the posh café they entered. There was probably none in his hometown, Leon wagered.

D'Arc, the humble man he was, refused everything else but water (Leon insisted he try the café’s renowned rose tea). And it wasn't until Leon ordered a plate of colorful macarons that the youth's interest was piqued.

And you said you're against sweets. Leon smiled as he took a bite of his own crêpe.

He was puzzled when d'Arc suddenly bent down and set a sheet of crumpled paper on the table.

Leon's eyes widened in recognition but didn't immediately snatch the letter back into his pocket.

"Must have fallen when I took out some coins," Leon smiled. "Thank you, d'Arc. I didn't notice."

"I didn't read it," d'Arc whispered.

"I beg your pardon?"

But there was a tinge of redness on his cheeks, and the way d'Arc tried to bashfully hide his face was....was....

Darling. But damn the entire Grande Armée if Leon had to say it out loud. Last he checked, he had none of Sebastian’s inclination.

"Don't worry about it," Leon cleared his throat. "You've told me your secrets, and I showed you mine. It's alright."

D'Arc raised a thin eyebrow. Any other officer would've found the act insolent, but Leon wasn't just any officer.

He was a considerate officer. And a distraught one.

"I suppose I can't blame you for peeking then," Leon smiled wryly. "I should've kept my problems to myself. Put that letter back in my quarters or something,"

D'Arc listened calmly and took a sip of his tea.

"But maybe I'm just not capable enough to solve this one," Leon mumbled. "I'm never good at this.... at this sort of thing. She's always the one to go after me and make me sit down and....and talk. But we're far away from each other, and I'm at a loss on what to do."

Leon ran a hand through his black locks. He was crumbling in front of his subordinate, but it didn't matter. He trusted that d'Arc trusted him with his secrets, and that was grounds for confiding in the man, wasn't it?

And d'Arc's presence was calming, like a sturdy bastion amidst the whirlwind around Leon.

"We're drifting apart. My fiancé's got a fancy for this gentleman whom I had introduced sometime during the holiday. I can't entirely blame her," he continued. "He was elegant. Very charming, I might add. A bit standoffish, perhaps. But definitely attractive in every sense."

He straightened the creased letter over and over.

"At least he can be by her side all the time," Leon toyed with his fork. "I never thought once that I'd be losing her. We've been friends together with Sebastian. I simply can't imagine the thought of us, well....not being together."

"I'm not supposed to leave this as it is. But," Leon's breath hitched. "I have too much on my plate right now. A part of me wished I could run away. I don't run from problems, I don't. But this? This is something completely new."

When Leon finally raised his head to look at d'Arc, the man was staring outside the window.

Had Leon finally bored him?

"Choose your battles," d'Arc finally replied. "Be it at home or at the front."

D'Arc snatched a macaron and rotated it between his gloved fingers.

"I have no real experience in matters of the heart," he went on. "But you are a capable commander, Second Lieutenant Bonaparte. Even if you can't guarantee they'll eventually result in victory, you're always willing to see them through."

Leon listened to d'Arc, articulating his words like a saint. Do pious men all speak in tongues?

"Look," Leon countered delicately. "War and people are two very different things. You can't just think about...defeating the other person and be done with it."

Leon sighed. "Friendships may suffer, and hearts can break. I don't want to hurt her. I don't want to hurt...us."

"But does it hurt you?" D'Arc asked.

"Huh?"

"Does it hurt you?"

Leon laced his fingers on his lap. Did this cause him to lose sleep? Did it cost him hours of pondering whether the relationship had any hope of salvaging?

If the relationship was even worth salvaging?

"I'm not sure," Leon breathed. "I still love her. Very much. But I'm afraid I won't be getting much rest if I let this on any longer."

"Good," D'Arc nodded. "You can't fight a war while having...troubles from home lingering at the back of your head."

"Troubles?" Leon couldn't help but ask.

"My father," D'Arc confided. "I haven't spoken to my father since I left home. From the letters my brother Pierre sent to me, it seemed he hasn't quite forgiven me for departing."

"I see," it was a fairly common problem among recruits, especially those as young as d'Arc when he enlisted.

To some, it sustained their will to survive the wars and come home. The less fortunate ones, however...

The coffee tasted bitter on Leon's tongue. D'Arc had to survive, and so did the other countless young men under his wing. Their wings.

Napoleon chuckled. Funny how he was moaning about his love life a moment ago. And now, he was concerned for the younger man's personal struggles.

Friends, eh?

"Is something the matter?" D'Arc tilted his head, exposing a swath of his slightly tanned neck. He had become less paler over the years, Leon noticed.

"It's nothing," Leon ceased his chuckling. "Tell me more about your family, then, d'Arc."

His chest now felt a little lighter, and Leon decided he'd deal with the letter in the evening. For now, he was content listening to d'Arc talking about the mysterious Pierre and his hometown.

Twilight came, and Leon finally found his courage to write to his fiancé and ask about Herr Mozart.

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"So things didn't go well between both of you," Sebastian confronted Leon one day over coffee.

"I didn't— I haven't told you. How did you know?" Had Leon been too obvious? Or was it Sebastian's uncanny ability to read people?

"She's been writing to me, too. You both broke off the engagement pretty neatly, I must say," Sebastian sipped his mug. "You even wrote to her parents and told your mother. How gentlemanly of you."

Leon was wary of the tone in Sebastian's voice.

"But you didn't even tell me, your friend of ten years!" He hissed. "I thought you know better, Napoleon Bonaparte!"

"I'm sorry," Leon answered sheepishly. "I wasn't sure how to go about the entire issue, even when it was just between the two of us. I wanted to talk to you, but everything was resolved quicker than I expected."

Sebastian's lip thinned. "Congratulations,"

Outside, the wind was roaring, and mist descended upon the camp.

"So," the grey-haired man clapped his hands. "You're free to pursue whoever you like then."

His friend's abrupt change of demeanor baffled him. "I've just broken things off with my childhood sweetheart. Is a man not allowed to rest?"

"Ah, but she already left you for another man. All while you were moping," Sebastian pointed out, "I'm not telling you to take revenge or anything. But I can see you've already sorted things out in that department."

"I have absolutely no idea what you mean," Leon retorted.

"You've got your eyes on somebody," Sebastian waved his hand. "Nothing can escape me, Bonaparte. Don't think I've been unaware."

"There is absolutely nobody," Leon swore. "I've not met with another woman for ages, and you know that."

Sebastian stepped forward and flicked Leon on the forehead.

"So is that what you prefer, Bonaparte?" The man grabbed Napoleon's shoulders, practically shouting in his face. "Lanky, quiet youths with narrow eyes?"

"I-I don't follow," Leon rubbed his forehead. That flick stung!

"So, you like them beautiful? Okay, I can see why!" The other man continued his rant, "Was I too manly for you? How come you're suddenly paying attention to other men when I'm already with Saint-Germain?"

"The fuck are you even talking about." Leon had all but lost Sebastian at this point.

Sebastian finally released his hold on Leon, who stared bewildered at his best friend.

"You said you had no interest in men when I confessed to you," Sebastian closed in on Leon. "But you're eyeballing Sergeant-Major D'Arc all the time."

It finally dawned on Leon that Sebastian was referring to their budding relationship. Their strictly platonic relationship.

"Is that what you're thinking?" Leon gulped. "Nothing more than brotherly affection. Yes, that's it."

But the slate-colored eyes only narrowed at him skeptically.

"Oh, I give up! I accidentally consulted him about her letters, okay?" Leon gave in. "I admit that's rather private considering I haven't known him for long, but he shared his secrets too, alright? I wasn't the only one airing my dirty laundry out in the open."

Sebastian stared down at him silently.

"What?" Leon frowned. "Are you jealous or something?"

But he was instead met with laughter from the other man. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"No, at this point, no." Sebastian giggled. "I have my man, and you get yours. You're free to come crying to me whenever your relationship with d'Arc goes south, though. Consider we're even after keeping me in the dark about your breakup."

"Incomprehensible as always, Adjutant Second Officer." Napoleon squinted his eyes.

"Go at him while it's still eager, then," Sebastian brandished his mug exaggeratedly. "You're not the only one doing the ogling, you know."

"What—" but he was left hanging as Sebastian opened the tent flap and went outside.

"Time is of the essence, Bonaparte!" The man shouted. "Good hunting, I say!"

Napoleon was left in the empty tent with another headache.

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Leon wondered if there was a sliver of truth in Sebastian's words.

God only graced his most beautiful angels, and d'Arc was one amongst throes of monsters in uniforms.

Some joked that he was a sort of holy man, sent by God from the provinces to aid the Grande Armée in its lowest point. Others say he was, in fact, a he-witch who could not die and could not be grazed by any bullet or sword.

He was a lucky bastard, Leon concluded. A lucky bastard who also happened to be a living embodiment of beauty.

D’arc was perfect in many ways that Leon and his men couldn't be. He was pious, educated despite his origins, and had no interest in women whatsoever.

The sergeant-major was kind to nurses and milkmaids they met while passing villages, yes. But he was also known to fly into an unexpected rage when he discovered his lads were smuggling wenches into camp.

When teased why he didn't just volunteer to be a standard-bearer, d'Arc simply answered, "You men wouldn't survive a day without me behind the cannons."

It wasn't ambition, Leon noticed. Some men just found their purpose after escaping death after five battles despite no real hope of staying long upon entering the camp.

"I wager he's just horribly repressed," Sebastian joked one evening over wine. "Hey, maybe you'd get a chance with him. With those types, you never know!"

Leon thought of nothing when his best friend suddenly confessed that he harbored feelings for him, back when they were only with the army for six months. He kept mum when he learned Sebastian was visiting their blond doctor after hours and only coming back before dawn.

Hell, Leon himself was been looking forward to a quiet life with his fiancé and their children, back in Paris. He also never expected to be left to continue his life in the barracks, tending to an empty heart and a never ending war.

At least, there was now a face to look for after the smoke cleared.

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"We only had to amputate one of his legs. He'll make it through the night. I guarantee he survived." Saint-Germain's words rang in Leon's ears as he weaved through hordes of medics.

He didn't find Sebastian immediately after they retreated. And now he knew the reason why.

The ward smelled of soiled linen and painkillers. It was a miracle that they found a makeshift hospital nearby, a university building filled with rows of beds and better supplies than what they were used to having out in the fields.

Leon found Sebastian on a bed near the window. There was an empty space where the left leg should have been.

Leon scrambled to grasp at his pale hand, thankfully still warm. Yet the man barely stirred, even as the afternoon light streamed in and hit his bandaged face.

"Sebastian...." Leon whispered, "Can you hear me?"

But the man didn't. The morphine was potent, and Leon was left to stare blankly at his best friend's prone body.

Nurses came and went, and more soldiers were wheeled in. The clamor inside the infirmary was constant, but Leon was deaf to everything but the slightest rustle from Sebastian's paralyzed form.

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staruplatinum · 4 years

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Stay With Me

I co-wrote this with @risottostitties a while back, and I just got around to posting it now. She’s a god at writing Abbacchio btw, and this was written for my oc/Leone but I edited it so everyone can enjoy 🎉

summary: reader comforting drunk Abbacchio after he confesses his past.

It’s angsty but has a cute ending. (abbacchio says I love you for the first time!) enjoy!

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Abbacchio was on the floor, surrounded by bottles of alcohol. Was he crying? “Jesus Christ.” You panicked, dropping your things on the floor and rushing to his side. What the hell happened? He must have been doing this for a while now because you could see how bloodshot his eyes were, even though they were only opened a little bit.

“Fuck! Leone ! What -“ you were so confused, and scared. You worried he might have gotten alcohol poisoning, but that was just your “worry-wart” mind and you knew you were just overreacting. You took deep breaths and calmed yourself down, taking a deep breath before laying down on the floor across from Abbacchio.

You understood it now, he obviously had some sort of unresolved trauma. If there was one thing you knew about trauma survivors.. it was to never touch them in a state like this because they may not want it. You had to respect that since you didn’t know what you were dealing with here. It broke your heart to see him cry, but he needed someone right now and you needed to approach this cautiously.

“I don’t know what happened, but when you want to talk, I’ll be right here. “ You said, smiling softly at him. You needed him to know that you were serious about.. helping him through whatever this was. You wanted to be there for him, to be the girlfriend he needed.

“I’ll lay here all night, if I have to.” Frankly, while this was something you didn’t expect, you were just happy to see him alive. You were so worried that he might have been dead. Your mind started going to the more logical side of things. He needed food and water or else he’d be puking soon if he hadn’t already. That, and he’d have an awful headache in the morning. You weren’t going to leave his side though. Instead, you reached your hand out across the cold floor, hoping he’d hold yours and ground himself, in a sense. You didn’t think he was sober enough for that, though.

It took Abbacchio a second to even register the fact that someone had come into his apartment. When did you get here? He must have made you worried... he could add that to the ever growing list of why Leone Abbacchio was a disgusting waste of oxygen.

"You shouldn't stay. I'm a filthy ex cop and a pathetic excuse of a man. I'll only drag you down and make you hate me if you stay. You deserve someone better, not someone who got a good man killed because he took a fucking bribe and ruined his life." Abbacchio choked out, the alcohol causing some slurring of his words and also removing his filter.

It took a minute before he realized exactly what he said to you. Fuck, he told you about it. He told you about his partner and now you were going to fucking hate him. Would it have been better to keep lying? Probably. He could have at least prolonged your relationship, instead of sabotaging it less than a month in. He really was a pathetic piece of work, wasn't he?

"You deserve better, you deserve so much better. Fuck I'm... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't deserve you, I don't deserve to be here while a good fucking man is dead. He had a wife and a kid! Fuck, its my fault that kid is growing up without his dad. I should have been the one shot, not him. Fuck!"

Abbacchio was starting to talk in circles, tears leaking from his eyes as he sobbed and curled in on himself. He didn't deserve your kindness. He didn't deserve you right now, laying on the floor with him and being so heart breakingly kind.

"I'm going to fail you too in the end. You'll get hurt if you stay, I know you will. I fuck up every good thing that's ever happened to me and I know that you'll hate me eventually. So just... please, don't let me do that to you. You deserve so much better-" Abbacchio's words were cut off by a heaving sob.

He wanted to beg you to stay though, beg you not to leave him and not to hate him but he couldn't do that. He didn't deserve to be happy and he knew that, and he didn't want to guilt you into staying with him by being an emotional pussy. You deserved better than someone who needed alcohol to work through anything like this. You deserved a good man who could give you a house and children like you wanted.

Anything Abbacchio gave you would be tainted by him. A house, a marriage, children, he'd somehow find a way to ruin all of that. Someone as kind and beautiful as you didn't deserve that. All he ever wanted to do was help people. Even joining the mafia he wanted to help people. But he managed to fuck everything up no matter what he did. He was a loser who couldn't even keep his one dream in life after he achieved it and you didn't deserve that.

"Fuck, I-... Fuck!" Abbacchio didn't know what else to say, having already made a fool of himself. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I fucking... dragged you into this. You shouldn't be here right now you should be having fun. Not fucking... laying on the floor with some alcoholic loser..."

Ah. So that’s what it was. You listened to him, and sat up, pulling his head into your lap as he cried.

“Shh. Shh. It’s okay. I have you.” You said, trying to help him control his sobs. You knew it was falling on deaf ears though, as he continued to go on about everything. You remained silent though, letting him vent it out. “Leone.” you said, your tone more serious than any other time you had spoken to him. “Leone listen to me. You aren’t a bad person and you aren’t a corrupt cop. What you did was not something that every other police man didn’t do in the past.” You began to say. While you didn’t know the context of what the bribe was for, you could tell that deep down Leone was reluctant about it. “Your friend getting shot was not your mistake. If he chose to take a bullet for you, then that’s on him. When you are in that line of work you should expect death at every corner - the same as you do now with being in the mafia.”

It honestly wasn’t your place to say any of this but the more he went on about it the more you realized that he didn’t need to feel as guilty. He wasn’t blowing it out of proportion and losing someone was never easy, but you didn’t want him to have to cry like this constantly when his partner chose to save him.

“I don’t know what exactly happened that day, and I’ll never know exactly how you feel either. I have my own traumas to deal with. But what I do know is that your friend wouldn’t have wanted you to be like this. He saved you for a reason. If that reason is for you to join the mafia and protect Bruno? Then so be it. But you have a purpose here, Leone. As much as you don’t think you deserve anything ‘good’ in your life - you do.”

You ran your fingers through his hair as you heard his sobs start to die down a little. That was a good sign, at least. It was quite honestly making you tear up a little, seeing him cry like this. You had loved him for a while now and you wanted to be... so much more doting. But what could you do? They had only dated a month, at that.

“And you can try your hardest but I promise you I am one stubborn girl. You make me happy, even at your worst so it’s gonna be hard to scare me off or make me leave.” It was true. You could be stubborn at the best of times. Maybe a lesser woman would have ran away after seeing Abbacchio like this. But not you. This only proved your love for him.

Frankly, if anyone left him in this state then they’d be the lowest scum of the earth. He needed someone right now, and you wanted to be here.

“I want to help you, Leone. I want to be your girlfriend. I don’t care what the future holds for us I just want us both to be happy. I’m not going to let anything get in the way of that. You deserve happiness. You aren’t dragging me down in the slightest ”

There was more you wanted to say, but what? What could you say? You loved him, - that she knew -but he probably didn’t want to hear that right now - and that was fair. You knew your words were coming out choppy anyways, but now that he was somewhat calm, your concerns were on something else.

Leaning down, you placed a kiss on the top of his head before brushing the hair out of his face. His sobs died down completely, only various sniffles echoing in the room.

Abbacchio reacted to you putting his head on your lap by turning over and immediately trying to hide his face by pressing it into your stomach as he clung to you. He didn't want you to see how pathetic he looked as he shook and sobbed. Your words were too kind, he knew he didn't deserve them. Couldn't you see how much of a fuck up he was? Or maybe you did, but then why were you being so heartbreakingly kind? You couldn't seriously be accepting of all this, could you? The thought made him choke out another sob, clinging tighter.

Did he want you to hate him? To leave him? Or to stay? He didn't know any more, but for right now all he wanted was just to be here with you. He felt your hands start to card tenderly through his hair and despite himself the tension began to fade from his body. Your soothing voice and gentle affection starting to coax the sadness from him, causing his sobbing to eventually wane into the occasional hiccup and sniffle. His tears dried too, but he knew his face would be red and puffy and ugly to look at so he still tried to hide as best he could. " 'M sorry..." He mumbled again, half muffled by your clothes. He didn't want to move, he didn't want to go anywhere. This felt too nice, too safe, to even consider getting up.

“I’m going to get up and get you some water, yeah? I don’t want you having an awful hangover tomorrow.” You said, gently moving his head up and standing from the floor. You tried your very hardest to lift him up. He was sluggish from all the booze he drank but he could still move around. That was a good sign, at least.

He could feel you carefully freeing yourself from his grip and standing up. "Wait! Where..?" Were you really going to get up and leave him like this? He still had no idea what he wanted but if you left he'd definitely break again. His breathing started to pick up again until you explained that you were just taking him to their room. Their room. He liked the sound of that. Their room, their apartment, it was all really nice. He allowed himself to be helped up, leaning on you heavily as you guided him to their room. It was difficult to walk right now, swimming in alcohol as he was, but he tried not to let himself become too much of a burden on you like this. You were so small compared to him.

“Come on, baby.” He was heavy, but you let him rest his weight on your shoulders as you heaved him over to the bedroom. Once he was on the bed, you laid him back, taking his pants off. You knew he didn’t really sleep in Pyjamas because he got hot easily. Hell - sometimes he didn’t even wear a shirt. It was little things like this that you remembered, and you wanted to make him as comfortable as possible. You covered him in the duvet, before heading to the kitchen for some water. You knew he should probably eat something too.. but what? You knew Abbacchio would crash soon, so you opted to make him something light and easy on the stomach - some toast. That was easy enough anyways.

He knew he should be the one helping and protecting YOU, not the other way around. But he didn't complain as you helped him out of his clothes and helped him get comfortable in the bed. It was cold without you there, but it was comfortable. He supposed he could handle this for a bit. He watched you get up again, opening his mouth to protest when you explained again that you were just getting him some water and something to eat. Right water. He hadn't had anything to drink except alcohol all day, and barely ate anything too. He needed to have something otherwise he'd be sick tomorrow. He knew this, and so did you. So he waited.

When the toast was ready you put some butter on it and tossed the knife in the sink, you’d clean it up afterwards. Walking to the bedroom you placed the toast on the nightstand, helping him sit up.

Abbacchio tried his very hardest not to sleep until you came back so he could make sure you stayed, and when you returned with toast and a glass of water he sat up. Abbacchio felt his head spinning at the sudden movement, but he tried his best not to get sick, leaning heavily on you for support while he nibbled on the toast and sipped at the water. He didn't have an appetite at all but he knew he needed to try and finish this otherwise you would be disappointed.

“You have to drink this okay?” you said. You felt a bit better when he drank some of the water. Good. “I un- I Made you toast. I don’t know what you like to eat on it but I just put some butter. You need something in your system or you’ll be puking everywhere - which I don’t mind, I’ll clean it all for you. I just.. want to make this easier on you, if I can.” you hummed, placing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You looked at him as you sat on the edge of the bed. Your heart hurt, genuinely. You loved this man and it bothered you that he was so hurt by this. You just wished there was more you could do.

"-re too good for me." He slurred, resting his head on your shoulder for a minute while he took a break from trying to eat.

"I love you so much. You're so... perfect. You're too nice. You deserve the world and I... I want to give it to you. I'm trying. I promise I'm trying I really-" Abbacchio felt himself choking up again as he took a drink from the water, coughing slightly before righting himself. He was trying. It might not look like it now but he really was trying. He'd been trying for a long time and he needed you to know that.

"I promise I'm... trying. To be better. So please don't leave." He repeated, vision growing hazy as he looked down at the half eaten toast. He felt... so tired after everything. Exhausted really. He just wanted to lay down and sleep it all off.

You tried to be as calm as you could, helping abbacchio drink the water and eat. He didn’t have to eat the whole thing, considering his stomach probably would hurt or it could cause him to puke, but you were still happy with what he ate. You almost dropped the plate when you heard Abbacchio utter the words I love you.

Fuck. You didn’t know what to think. Your heart was telling you to drop everything and kiss him passionately!! Tell him how you’ve loved him since you first laid eyes on him and how you want to marry him! But you stopped yourself.

Instead, you smiled and rubbed his arm gently before standing up.

“You’re drunk baby.” you said softly, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. You tried not to “believe” what he said anyways. People say a lot of things when they’re drunk. Doesn’t mean they’re always true. Still, you wanted to believe.

“Hey hey.. it’s okay it’s okay. I know you’re trying Leone - that’s what matters.” you said, hugging him gently. “I’m not going to leave you, ever. Alright? I promise.” your hand brushed some stray hairs out of his face, and you smiled at him. He looked.. so sad.

It hurt you , to see him like this.

“I’m just going to put this dish away and turn the lights off, then I’ll come to bed. Okay?”

You needed to make sure that he understood you weren’t leaving ; but you couldn’t just drop here

When he nodded, You quickly disposed of the remaining toast and put the dish in the sink. There was a small pile up of dishes, and while that was a pet peeve of yours- you’d do it tomorrow. Right now abbacchio needed you. The dishes could wait.

You returned to the bed, quickly slipping on a t-shirt and taking your pants off before cuddling Abbacchio. You were the big spoon this time and that was fine, you really didn’t mind at all. As tired as he was, he still seemed somewhat agitated. Which was fair considering everything he went through. You paused for a moment - unsure of what else you could do, but then you had an idea. Leaning up on your elbow, you used your hand to gently caress his head while humming a soft lullaby to him.

When you were sure he was “almost” out, you pulled away and kissed his head once more.

“I love you too, Leone...” you whispered.

#cw: alcohol #Leone Abbacchio #Abbacchio x Reader #angst with a happy ending #angst #cowritten

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working on from then til now (part 2 of 5)

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Angus didn't sleep much the night after he'd learned what Taako had done. He tossed and turned, replaying the evidence over and over again in his mind.

Technically, Taako didn't mention where exactly all this had gone down. So Angus couldn't actually confirm it, really.

But the few pieces of specific information that he had been able to pry out of Taako had been damning enough.

And what were the odds that there had been two instances of traveling chefs poisoning their audience in the same year?

Angus had to face the facts, little as he wanted to. It had been Taako. There was no other explanation.

Taako had killed his parents- but it had been an accident. He hadn't been trying to hurt anybody. The image of the violent criminal who wanted to hurt others that had lingered in Angus' mind for so long when he thought of his parents' killer was no more. It had never been true in the first place.

There was no malicious intent behind the death of his parents. It was just an accident.

A part of him felt better to know that. He liked Taako, and he didn't want to have to turn him in for murder. The fact that it had been an accident, that Taako so clearly regretted it, that he'd worked to make sure that nothing like that ever happened again, meant that Angus could try to- he wanted to forgive him. He really did.

But there was another part of him that was screaming at the injustice of it all. There was no villainy behind his parents' deaths. Just a simple mistake. There was no true justice to be had. He could ensure that his parents' killer be caught, but it wouldn't make him happy, because he cared about Taako, and he didn't feel that Taako deserved that.

His parents had died and there had been no purpose to it. No sense. It hadn't done anything for anyone. It was just unfair.

Angus was aware that life wasn't always fair, but never had he felt such rage about that fact as he did now. He found himself thrown back into the mindset he'd had before, whenever anyone talked of justice. He didn't want his parents' killer to be punished, especially not now that he knew the man in question. Knew him to be likeable, and decent, and someone who was currently risking his life to try and save this plane, no matter how aloof and selfish a front he put on.

Angus didn't want Taako to be punished. He could tell that Taako had already spent a lot of time punishing himself.

He just wanted his parents back.

When Angus finally got some sleep, it was restless and frightened. He dreamed of his parents' killer- the anonymous figure that he'd always envisioned before, twisted together with Taako now in a way that felt deeply wrong. The grin on dream-Taako's face was twisted and inaccurate, and the wizard seemed to tower over him in a way he never did in reality.

And the dream changed, as Angus proved Taako to be guilty- a moment that had always felt triumphant when he dreamed or imagined it before, that now felt rotten and sickening.

He saw Taako curled up, vulnerable, dying, all because he made a mistake. A really bad mistake, yes, but a mistake regardless.

He saw the disgust and despair of the other Bureau members when they looked at both of them. How could Taako do something like that? How could Angus endanger their mission by turning him in?

He saw the world consumed in darkness, the relics left to roam free, destroying everything in their path until there was nothing left.

He woke feeling no more rested than he had been when he laid down.

Taako had known that this would happen. He should never had told Ango about the last show. The kid hated him now. He'd acted like it was okay when they'd spoken, had seemed to be really interested in the weirdness related to his Umbra Staff, and Taako had hoped that would be that. The kid would let it go, stop asking questions and move on to something else.

He should have known better though, especially considering how much info the kid had pried for before the Staff had it's weird freakout and burned the wall.

Angus had insisted on drawing the word, saying that it was important to keep a record of all pertinent case details- the nerd- before Taako had figured that it might be a good idea to magic the wall back to its normal state. Didn't want the Director on his ass for vandalizing or whatever, especially because he didn't think 'my staff has a mind of its own' was a very believable or reassuring excuse.

But it wasn't gonna matter anyway. Because Angus hated him now, and he was going to tell the Director everything, and she'd kick him out because why would they keep a murderer on staff when they had two other perfectly capable Reclaimers in the form of Magnus and Merle?

And Taako really hated that thought. Not just because he didn't want to have to go on the run from the law again when the Director or Angus let the authorities know about him, either.

He liked it here. He liked Magnus and Merle, working on a team with them, being friends with them. They were comfortable in a way that he couldn't explain but really appreciated. And he liked the Director too, especially when she let herself joke around with them as she did on rare occasion. He liked Davenport, even though the guy couldn't communicate much. He liked Killian and Carey, and Avi and Johann. He had fun messing with Leon for his and his friends' amusement.

He even found himself really liking the whole 'saving people' thing, which he hadn't expected. He was selfish, always had been, always had to be. He hadn't thought that saving other people would feel as fulfilling as this. But there was something really satisfying about it, and even if he didn't think he'd make heroing a full time career after he'd finished up this stuff and got himself enough good to have a real good setup, he kind of understood now why some people did.

And now he was going to lose all of that.

Angus had been alternating between completely avoiding him and spending time with him but being super skittish and distant the entire time. Probably was hoping to get more information out of him before turning him in.

Angus had asked Taako where exactly all this had gone down, after the other questions. Taako's self-preservation instincts had finally kicked in to do their job then, and he'd refused to say, but he'd answered a bunch of other important questions first, like when it had happened, how many people had died, and several other very pertinent details that would make it very easy for anybody to connect it to Glamour Springs, let alone someone as smart as Angus.

Really, Taako thought that he probably deserved this. He had killed all those people. He hadn't meant to hurt anybody- oh fucking gods, he'd never meant to hurt anybody- but he had. He wasn't just going to hand himself over or anything, but yeah, he probably deserved to lose out on having this sweet setup.

Still, didn't mean he had to like it. Didn't mean that he wasn't absolutely kicking himself for admitting so much of that stuff to Angus.

With everything else he stood to lose, he found it surprising that the one he kept coming back to was the loss of Angus' respect and affection. He hadn't even realized that he particularly valued that in the first place. Little shit could be fun sometimes, but Taako had really only agreed to teach him out of boredom and guilt for the whole silverware incident, not because he really craved spending time with him.

But he just couldn't seem to shake the image of Angus' horrified expression out of his mind. Kid had looked absolutely heartbroken.

Well. Everybody had to learn that even the people you look up to most will let you down eventually. It was a good lesson, would save the boy a lot of pain in the future.

Taako still hated that he'd been the reason that he'd learned it.

part 3 (x), part 4 (x), part 5 (x)

#taako taaco #angus mcdonald #taako adventurezone #taz balance #the adventure zone #febuwhump #febuwhumpday19

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I Should Hate You - Fin

This story just poured out of me. So here’s the ending and thank you to all the favourites and reblogs and comments. It means the world to me.

And to @regal-roni your pep talk worked :)

Now enjoy the emotional wreck that is this story.

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You welcomed the pounding headache the following morning, it drowned out enough of the pain in your heart that you managed to get on with part of your day without thinking too much about the night before. At least that what you lied to yourself about. The washing machine got a work out over the weekend. First it was your bed sheets, you added an extra heap of washing powder just to make sure the smell of her was gone. You didn't want to think too hard about how Jack had gone from Jacqueline to her in twenty four hours but it had happened.

The rest of the weekend was spent sulking around your apartment. Cleaning surfaces that she'd touched because you were that pathetic and emotionally raw. Then you drowned your sorrows again to find the bottom of what use to be half a bottle of vodka and a bottle of wine. Needless to say, your Sunday headache was ten times worse than Saturdays one. Sunday was spent keeping yourself busy by cooking. Cooking meals for the week and baking enough cookies to feed the entire apartment block but you had them for yourself. You were kind to your head Sunday night playing the school night card was best for you right now. No one needed to know the hell that was this weekend. You groaned out loud when you realised Nick and Ellie would no doubt have questions. You were fine, the night went well. You had fun, until it wasn’t. You'd twist it somehow and hopefully Gibbs would enter with a "Grab your gear." You didn't want to think at how bad that sounded. Wishing for a murder over talking about your weekend.

When you got up Monday morning it was like a light had been flicked on. You actually felt good, rested and somewhat normal again. Maybe drowning your feelings in alcohol wasn't the best thing to do. You shook off that thought and got ready for the day. A power suit was the go for a Monday. Nicely tailored to your shape with a light blue, loose, blouse under your black tailored suit jacket. You always felt more confident and powerful wearing this and today this was needed.

"Hi Brooke." You smiled at the barista behind the coffee machine through the window as you pulled up to the drive through coffee shop on the way to work.

"Good morning, y/n. Loving the suit. The usual?" She smiled down at you from her spot high in the window.

"Why thank you and yes please. An extra shot thanks." That was very needed. As much as you were trying your best to ignore the nagging feelings creeping in.

"One Americana with an extra shot with a dash of cream and an Americana with sugar, sugar and more sugar." She smiled but stopped when she looked down at your face to just reconfirm the order. One could never be sure as a barista. People liked to change their 'usual' all the time.

"Actually.." You thought about it for a second too long and saw the concern in Brooke's face. "Never mind. Yes, two Americana's thanks." You had forgotten with all the feelings getting pushed really far down that Monday's you usually picked up a coffee for you and Jack because she loved the coffee here. That and it gave you an easy excuse to go visit her first thing. It used to be a great way to start your week but now it sounded like the worst idea ever. You could just have both?

"Coming right up." Waiting patiently while she made your coffee's, the smell was amazing and was already giving you a lift. Her assistant for the morning came over to take your payment while you waited and kept up basic conversation with Brooke.

"Thanks. Hope you have an easy shift." She scoffed at your comment which only made you smile. Monday mornings must've been a bitch for a barista. Everyone needed their coffee and usually no one was nice before they had their coffee in their hands. That bewildered you because you don't bite the hand that feeds you or hands you the liquid you need to make your Monday that less painful. In this case it was the cause of your agony.

The team would notice if you didn't go drop off the coffee to Jack so maybe it was smarter to go and drop the coffee at her office. It could be quick. In and out and done. Yeah, it would be easy. You didn't believe that for a second.

The knock you made on Jack's door wasn’t as confident as you hoped it would be. You just wanted to tuck tail and run, maybe drop the coffee in the trash on your way back to the bullpen but her answer came too quickly that you couldn't not walk in. She'd no doubt know it was you. You'd have the guilt written all over your face for the rest of the day and she always saw right through you.

"Come in." Jack was smiling and it faltered once you entered. She wasn't expecting to see you at all today, actually she'd made a plan that would involve avoiding you all day and hopefully tomorrow as well. This was the last thing she expected, the usual, coffee and a smile on your face. Like nothing had changed. Everything had changed. Well it had for her; she couldn't see it had for you.

"Got your Monday coffee." You had the smile painted so well on your lips, it even looked like Jack believed it and you couldn't believe it yourself. Maybe it was all the pep talk you'd given yourself on the drive over that had finally worked.

"Th-thank you." Her words betrayed her, she cursed herself but the faulter in her words let your walls crumble a little and she hated it but she was glad to see you were dealing with this as badly as she was. "You didn't have to."

"Been doing it for weeks now. Thought it wouldn't be fair if I deprived you of your favourite brew on a Monday morning." It wasn't a full lie. You just didn't want to deal with Brooke's questions about why it was so hard to make up your mind about a coffee order and now you were glad you'd brought it up to Jack. Being in her presence again somehow felt right. But that wasn't right. This wasn't right.

"Thank you, how was your week- sorry it just slipped out. Thank you for the brew." She clung to her coffee like it was a lifeline and at this point it definitely was. For both of you.

You shifted back on your heels; you knew these was where you left but your legs weren't moving. Something needed to be said and this time she couldn't run. "Jack I-"

"Can we just be friends?" She blurted it out, she was good with that lately. Apparently, she couldn't run out the door physically but she mentally could. Those words were something you didn't want to hear and it looked like she didn't either but it was said. It seemed like the only option at this point.

The coffee had a nice burn to it when it slid down your throat while you could compose your words. Think of a somewhat coherent answer. You didn't want to lose Jack, not as a friend. She was too precious and such an incredible person. It may hurt to look at her now, knowing what she looked like under that dress but you looked her in the eyes and cleared your throat.

"If that's what you want." It wasn't until the words crossed your lips that you realised how close it was to the words uttered minutes after you'd fucked each other the other night. Because that what had happened right? You hadn't made love, it was a one night stand. She made that blatantly obvious when she ran out of your apartment half dressed.

The words hit Jack like arrows destined to kill her but she expected that's exactly how you'd felt when she ran out and she wasn't wrong. She nodded and took a sip of her coffee. It was good coffee. "Great. Well thank you for the coffee but I've got the rest of those evals for Leon to complete before lunch."

"Right yes, enjoy." You even cringed at how flat and not genuine you sounded but you couldn't stand in her office anymore. It was surrounded by too many great moments you'd spent in here while working or doing really nothing at all.

Jack watched you leave and wondered if that's how she looked running the other night. At least you were fully clothed and not pathetically running away from your feelings.

You wanted to hate her; you should hate her but the rest of the day you couldn't stop thinking about how stupidly you loved her. Even after how miserable she made you feel all weekend. One look at her and you loved and hated her. Hated how she made you feel. Like she could solve all your problems but she had created them in the first place.

The next two weeks were difficult to say the least. You both tried so hard to be friends again but Ellie noticed almost straight away, she didn't press seeing you weren't ready to talk about it. Nick surprisingly skirted around the jokes, probably from the intense glares Ellie and Tim were sending every time Jack leaved and he opened his mouth.

You'd caught a case and you couldn't be happier to have the distraction. Thankfully it was just a robbery of military funding so you didn't have to feel guilty about someone dying to be your distraction. It was a slow case, painfully slow. So many paper trails and interviews that only lead in different directions. Finally, the idiot slipped up, transferring it into several different bank accounts that McGee and Kasie managed to track and get the guy.

By the second week you and Jack had managed to lift half the tension in the air whenever you were both in the same room. Even joked together again. However, the feelings came flooding back when she touched your shoulder, it was a simple touch, friendly, innocent but she retracted immediately and you saw the concern in Ellie's eyes. You excused yourself to the break room in search of a snack. That's when your phone dinged. You'd set your dating profile back up the other night on one of your old dating apps and you'd been messaging with a woman a few times over the past day or so. She seemed nice, worked in admin in some office in the city. You didn't pay much attention to it like you knew you should but she seemed simple, fun even and you needed that right now.

She'd hinted last night that she would love to catch up for a drink when you were done with your current case and now, she was following up. You hadn't answered her question. Just went on with the other points in the conversation. You smiled down at your phone and ignored the looks as you walked back into the bullpen and sat down at your desk. You thought what the hell and agreed to meet up for drinks this weekend. Joked that if your job didn't get in the way of destiny that you'd make it.

"Who's the lucky girl?" Nick piped up and glared back at Ellie when she shot him a warning stare.

Jack looked between Nick and you. She saw the smile, cute small twitch to your lips and wanted to leave but she needed to know the answer to Nick's question. Needed to know like it was the only oxygen left on this planet. Not to be dramatic at all.

Your eyes train in on Nick and not the beautiful blonde staring at you. "Just a woman I'm meeting up with on Friday."

"Oh? You back on that dating app again?" You almost wanted to punch Nick for continuing this conversation with Jack being right there. You didn't want to hurt her. You almost laughed at that thought. The whole reason you'd signed back up to this site was because of her. You'd given up on ever being back to where you and Jack were. Where ever that actually was.

"Yep, seemed like a good idea. So we'll see." You shrug, hoping for him to drop it. You looked at Ellie who gave you a sympathetic smile and then looked up at Jack who was now glaring at the Plasma like it was the most interesting thing in the room. You saw her eye twitch and knew; you just knew that hearing you being back on a dating app had to hurt on some level. So be it. She couldn't tell you how she really felt then this was how it was now.

Thankfully the rest of the week was only filled with paper work. It had Nick grumbling beyond belief, Gibbs had stormed out many times because Nick was being an extra pain in the ass. Ellie had snapped at him a few times and by Friday night even McGee was running for the elevator to get away from him. You loved the guy like a brother but he really did get under your skin. You had been looking into a cold case all day that time had been lost on you and it wasn't until McGee was running out that you noticed the time.

"Shit!" You jumped up, turning off your computer.

"Thought you have a date." Gibbs mumbled from his desk, he'd been typing away at something for the past few hours.

"I do. Was too busy with this cold case that I didn't realise the time. Thank God Nick scared McGee off or I wouldn't have noticed the time."

"Hey!" Nick whined and you just rolled your eyes. Gibbs actually smirked this time but it faded quickly. It had been a long week.

"Go." He made a shoeing motion with his hand and you laughed at it.

"Going!" Luckily you knew better than to have to rush home and get changed, the bar was closer to work anyways so you brought your outfit in with you to work this morning. Ellie and you had enjoyed gushing over it this morning. Apparently, a simple short black dress was still a winner in Ellie's book. There was nothing special about it, it hugged you in all the right places, the straps weren't thin but they weren't thick either. The scoop of the neck rested nicely above your breasts, not giving too much away and the cut sat at your mid-thigh.

You slipped into the dress in the toilets at work and you were almost done applying your make up when the last person you wanted to see right now had to walk in. It was past 1800 on a Friday night, why was she still in the office? You hid your annoyance but Jack turned sharply as soon as she saw you and went to run out. Not again.

"Jack, you can use the toilets." You mentally rolled your eyes as she stopped and turned back to face you.

"Right. You have a date tonight, right?" She shut the door and leant back on it. She hated the way her eyes couldn't look at you and the need to pee was building but she couldn't make the move to walk closer to you.

"That a problem?" The words just slipped out, like someone had yanked them from your head and immediately needed them into the universe. No thought about if you should even question it. You'd managed to get back to a semiprofessional and friendly atmosphere. This had the potential to ruin it once more. "You made it clear the other night and then again Monday morning that you didn't want me. So I'm not sure why me potentially dating someone has you all flustered." Again, with the words coming out before you could think them through. Your emotions were taking hold and all the feelings you'd buried deep from that horrible weekend ago were shooting to the surface.

"That's not what I said."

"No, you said us being together was a mistake."

"I said our one night stand was a mistake."

"I never said anything about it being a one night stand. We never even got the chance to talk about it. You just ran, Jack."

"You didn't stop me."

"Because you'd just stabbed me in the heart right after we made l- my head was pounding from the amount of alcohol we consumed at the bar. I couldn't move even if that's all I wanted to do!" You almost shout, letting all the pent up frustration from the past two weeks out.

"I dont want to fall in love with you." She shouts at you, you can see tears forming in her eyes but the words that had just shot out of her mouth had you struck. She always seemed to knock you slightly off kilter, always saying the last thing you were expecting.

"No one asked you to." The words were meant to be yelled back at her but they came out as a strangled whisper. You turn around and place your hands on the counter for stability. You'd have to redo all your make up after this because there were tears streaming down your face. This conversation had just ruined whatever was left of your friendship with Jacqueline Sloane but emotions were out there now and there wasn't anything you could do to rein it back in. Your head was dropped, eyes locked onto the drain in the sink because you couldn't look at Jack anymore. You probably couldn't look at her ever again.

"But I am." She sniffed and you couldn't look at her, you thought you heard something come out of her lips again but it wasn't yelled like she had a moment ago. This time is was barely a whisper.

Your legs were starting to crumble under your emotions and you didn't know how much longer you could stand here. You were meant to be going out on a date with a woman you'd chatted to online for the past week. She seemed fun and not confusing like the woman behind you. You just wanted fun. Fun like at the bar the other night. It was filled with laughter and soft touches. It was a perfect night, followed by complicated, messy and fucked up.

"I'm falling in love with you y/n." The words were stronger, she couldn't bear watching you crumble in front of her anymore. Her words and actions had defeated you like she'd never seen you before. That's when she realised her ignoring her feelings was doing more damage than all the walls and rules she'd built up around her heart. She took the leap and walked towards you, touching your lower back as gently as she had done at the bar.

There was that electric shock again. Your whole body jolted under her touch. "Don't." You whisper, still looking down into the drain, watching as your tears fall, drip down the black hole.

"If you don't want to be with me, I understand. I'm a mess and I'll probably hurt you but I am falling in love with you. I can't get you off my mind. Ever since you mentioned you had a date I couldn't stop wishing that it was with me."

Her hand clung to your side, she hadn't dropped her touch at your words and you hated and loved her for it. Love her? Did you? Could you? Her words had been hurting you all week and she'd brought you almost to your knees tonight with them again but now she was stitching your heart up with every letter she spoke. Her fingers ghosted along your cheek, they curled under your chin and brought your eyes up to meet hers. You saw how red and puffy your face was in the mirror when you turned your head with her touch.

She continued when she could see you weren't going to advert your gaze, to make you believe her words now more than the hurtful ones she's said before. "That if I'd just stayed and not got so in my head the other night that it could've been me making you smile at your phone and hope for the weekend to come. For your smile to light up my day and not some random woman's. I want that. I want you." Jack tried so hard to read what you were thinking through your tear stained eyes but she couldn't be sure if those new tears were because of the hurt she had caused you or the new found declaration of love. She took the chance, another big one, and leaned forward closing the small emotion filled space she'd caused and ghosted her lips over yours.

If she'd glued you to the spot by her words earlier, now you were even more terrified of the sudden change in direction. Was this real? Was she kissing you? No, she wasn't kissing you because you were so shocked and frozen when her lips ghosted over yours, she began to pull away. You stopped her movements and hesitation with your hand coming up to her waist, holding her in place. That was all you could physically do right now. So many things were swimming around in your head, she'd wrecked you. She'd wrecked you long ago but after the bar she'd torn you right down.

"Are you sure?" Your eyes were stuck on her lips, her tongue coming out to wet them and you held in a groan. The memory of a date at the very back of your mind right now. The woman in front of you had your full attention and you wanted to feel bad about your date and the woman you'd been messaging but you couldnt. You'd send her an apologetic message once Jack had made a decision because either way you couldn’t go on a date after this.

Jack had had your heart and your body since day one. With a new found determination, you pulled her in by the waist, she stumbled slightly, her hand that was under your chin now whipped around to the counter behind you to find her balance again. Her lips brushed against yours and your mouth opened just enough to slip her lips perfectly with yours. Her other hand came up to thread her fingers through your hair, deepening the kiss, letting the emotions swallow you both.

She pulled back too soon, your world spinning. You dont think it would ever stop when she had you in her arms. You prayed it never would. "Jack?" As much as that kiss was the answer, you needed her to say it, for her eyes to mean it.

"No words can fully describe all the feelings I have for you." Her eyes devoured you again. Her emotions filling her and showing you exactly how she felt. Jack smiled, her mischievous, confidence seeping back in. Like hearing herself admit it was all she needed to know that it was going to be alright. That those walls she had built and kept you at a distance for so long weren't worth it. "But I'll try to show you from now on." She captured your lips again, drew the kiss out, emotionally raw and taking you on a journey of how she felt. You gripped at her waist, pulling her in and you'd never let her go. No matter how far she ran.

. . . . . End . . . . .

*runs away*

#jack sloane x reader #jack sloane #ncis #ncis x reader #writing #emotional writing

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chilly-me-softly · 4 years

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Sad Eyes • Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Ben had always known who he wanted to be, from an early age he hadn't stopped reminding those who asked him that he would soon become a famous footballer. One of the good ones, not one of those forgotten by everyone in ten years. No Plan B, that would be his life.

And he'd fought, ever since he was a kid, he'd fought for that dream. His father, a former athlete too, had been a great help. It had made him sweat from the start, it had made him understand that in that world they don't wait for you, you always have to be one step ahead of everyone; commit yourself and always give your best. Even when and if he was going to be somebody.

Every time a goal was reached, there was immediately another one to reach and then another one and another one. Until he made it: days, months, years of sweat and hard work and tears and fun brought him to Leicester, into the first team. And then to get a call for the England's first team.

He had lived his life doing what he liked the most, fighting for what he believed in and at the same time all the years he had spent working hard to live with all that didn't weigh on his shoulders at all. Certainly he had understood many things thanks to his father's hard training and the academy, he had deprived himself of many things to get where he was but he didn't regret anything because they had made him grow as a person and above all to have a satisfying life.

Few times he had questioned his life, his choices, his future. And that "We need to talk" said in that serious way, her look, didn't promise anything good.

His mind had flown to the last few days quickly to try to highlight any problem he had created involuntarily, but in those seconds that had brought him from the door to the sofa, he hadn't been able to think of anything so serious about that expression.

"What? What happened?"

"Come, sit down please" the apparent calm of the woman next to him only increases the sense of discontent that's growing inside him.

"What is it? Should I be worried? Is Leon okay? He had to go back to practice today" Ben swallows hard, the anxiety is killing him. "Oh God is he-"

"Take a deep breath" she says to him as she breathes in and out, and he closes his eyes trying to concentrate on his breathing.

"Leon's fine, he's sleeping upstairs. But he's the one we need to talk about" Ben skips over the fact that it's not that late but the boy is already asleep and nods.

"Okay, yeah fine. But please don't hang about, I think I might faint at any moment" this wasn't how she planned to have that conversation, she wanted something quieter. She told her son they'd discuss it with his father, but it was better to run for cover first. And then her mouth moved as soon as she saw him and blew it all up.

"I thought it was better to mention it to you because then you could moderate your reaction if there was one" she gestures and Ben is even more confused, mention what? What does that have to do with their son?

"Okay then, Leon's back in training after his flu today, right?" Ben nods trying to figure out where that speech is going.

"He was-he doesn't want to go anymore, Ben. He doesn't... he doesn't want to play football" the bomb dropped, and she almost feels guilty about the blank expression on her husband's face.

"What?" he whispers, his mouth suddenly dry as he gets up on his way to the kitchen.

"Please don't be angry with him, he's worried enough" she goes after him as he fills a glass under the fountain.

"I thought he liked it" he murmurs lost somewhere in his head, probably remembering the first time Leon kicked a ball when he had just turned one. He remembers his little happy face and hands clapping with joy and his eyes full of pride when he saw it.

"And it's just like that, but only as far as playing with you" he takes a sip of water while she wraps her arms around his torso.

"He doesn't want to be like his daddy, he just wants to spend time with you" and there it is, the stab to the heart he was expecting at any moment after all that. His initial feeling was right, he wouldn't have liked that conversation and that sentence had come as a slap in the face that brings you back to reality.

"I... I'm sorry. But why didn't he say something earlier, I... oh my God, did I push him?" a thousand questions are going through his head right now and he doesn't know which one to listen to first. So there's a chaos in his head and the girl can tell by looking him in the eye.

"All I know is he was afraid of how you'd react if-"

"Is he afraid of me?" other thoughts are crowding into that head and he believes it's swelling up to keep them all together at the same time inside his brain.

"Hey no no" she takes the glass out of his hands and then she takes his face firmly with both hands, "absolutely not, do you understand me? He's just afraid you're gonna be hurt by it."

"Did I really give that impression? That a stupid sport could be more important than my son?"

"I don't know how a four-year-old's head works, Ben. But we'll talk to him together tomorrow, okay? We'll do it together" she rests her forehead against his while he closes his eyes. For a moment it's all spinning, trying to process all that and at least put some of that chaos in order. He feels a headache mount in the back of his head and in an instant his arms are around your body holding you tight.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault" he doesn't know how to explain what he's feeling at the moment, he'll probably never fully succeed without looking like a complete idiot.

His parents had been an example to him, working hard to raise him and his sister in the best possible way. Making sacrifices for both of them, and in most cases for him, so that he could make his dreams come true.

He had this task easier for his son and had failed anyway. The day he came into the world and held him in his arms for the first time, he swore he would always take care of him. No one could hurt him, he wouldn't hurt him first. He knew he couldn't control other people but he could make sure that he was a safe place for his son. And instead, he let him down.

Was he really so blind that his son believed that football was more important than him, his own blood, his happiness? He took things for granted and failed as a father. He had never really stopped to ask if he liked it, he had taken his son for granted precisely because he was too blinded by the idea that one day he could take his place and make him proud. How stupid had he been?

In the dim light of his son's room, sitting on his bed and gently caressing his cheek, he apologized. He's sorry because he wasn't the best of fathers; he's sorry because he lost sight of his goal; he's sorry because it made him unhappy. He spent a year of his life pretending that he liked it to make him happy and he shouldn't have done it in the first place, it's not up to the children to do that.

And he lets a few tears wet his cheeks, "I love you, my baby boy"

Chapter 5

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orlesianvirtuoso · 4 years

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Shattered Doll

@daimeshadows

It’s been about two months since Mareloen informed her about his plans. Two months of planning and endless preparations towards his trip to Tevinter. And as his apprentice? Well she feels a tad guilty. Okay more than a tad. A lot. She’s spent more time away with Leon than here with him. But alas, they agreed she shall stay here in Orlais to reside over the estate and continue making a name for themselves. But speaking of Leon... He said he needed to see her tonight. That it was urgent. Genevieve couldn’t help the butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach. Not out of nervousness per se but out of excitement perhaps? Today does mark six months since they started seeing each other after all. Maybe he was planning something special?

She made him a little pendant to mark the occasion. It’s not much, just a little brooch of sorts, but she did spend quite a bit of time making it just right. Anyways, she best be on her way if she wants to make it to the city on time.

—

She returns to the estate at the strangest hour. Genevieve wasn’t expected to return until the following afternoon and yet here she is, quietly entering through the garden door two past midnight, hoping not to alert anyone or anything that resides inside, wanting nothing more than to crawl under her covers for an eternity. But alas, the poor elf just couldn’t have it her way, bumping into something hard as she rounds the corner. Or well,- someone.

“Genevieve?” Hawke questions as she rams into his shoulder, catching her by the waist before she tumbles to the ground from the impact.

“Ah,- apologies. I didn’t mean to tackle you I swear. I wouldn’t be able to even if I tried.” The woman tries to sound chipper but she fails miserably, her voice cracking several times, eyes refusing to meet his as her head is cast downwards, ears drooping low towards the floor.

“... uhm... are you alright?” Hawke has never been good in these sort of situations, his words coming out in an awkward sort of way. “Do you... uhm... do you want to talk about it,” he questions, patting her on the back like you would a dog. That’s what people say to distraught women right? Right???

“No I’m fine I...” but like a mishandled and mistreated porcine doll she shatters, falling to her knees as the tears break free. Burying her head in her hands the woman’s frail frame shakes as she struggles to gain control of her breathing. She was so stupid to believe him. So stupid to think things would work out. Mareloen was right. Mareloen is always right. She should of listened. But her heart... it hurts regardless. If only she wasn’t born with pointed ears... if only...

She doesn’t understand. She can’t help being born an elf. He didn’t seem to have a problem with it before. If only...

If only...

And he wasn’t even nice about it. She never seen him this way before. He was cruel and cold, spitting words at her like venom. As if she wasn’t worth being with someone like him.

Maybe she wasn’t...

Maybe...

Her mind. It hurts. Her heart. It aches. Her bones. They’re weak. She can’t... she...

All the while Hawke stands there unsure of what to do. Perhaps he should get Desdemona? Or maybe Mareloen? Snickerdoodle perhaps? She does love that little rat thing. Somehow.

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anistarrose · 5 years

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Don’t Hang Up Yet, I’m Not Done (TAZ Balance AU)

Summary: Tres Horny Boys have the Red Robe’s phone number, continued. This time, Merle and Taako make some calls.

Warnings: Dissociation

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18979621/chapters/45066238

A sequel to this fic, which was in turn inspired by this art by @mspainttaz!

***

The next call Barry gets is in the late afternoon several weeks later, and once again, something tells him exactly who’s going to be on the other end of the line before he even moves to pick it up.

(Then again, it’s barely been an hour since he gave Merle that cryptic nod, so it’s not exactly difficult to guess the reason for the call.)

“You saved my kids,” Merle whispers, sounding dumbstruck even now. “Why?”

“I — I just — why wouldn’t I? I had the power to stop innocent people from getting hurt. Of course I saved them.”

“Well, that’s real altruistic of you,” Merle murmurs. Bit by bit, his normal enthusiasm creeps back into his voice as he continues: “Not sure how you’re supposed to reconcile that worldview with making the Relics, though. Too bad I can’t cast Zone of Truth over the stone, ha!”

“Yeah, it’s a real shame,” Barry replies. “Anyways, you need to teach your kids to be more careful. Odds are I won’t be around during the next… freak accident.”

“Yeah, their passive perception stinks,” Merle agrees with a sad laugh. “Or at least Mookie’s does, as much as I love the little fireball. Mavis is a bright little thing when she’s not busy looking after her brother — she reads at a college level, you know! Probably gonna make a hell of a wizard one day!”

“Give it to me like you would under Zone of Truth, Merle — did you call me just to brag about your kids?”

“Don’t tell my boss,” Merle answers in a hushed whisper. “I’ll get my employee phone plan revoked!”

Barry struggles to stifle a laugh. “Merle Hightower Highchurch, calling up the enemy to have a friendly chat? What would the Director think?”

Merle laughs too, the irony lost on him. “You know, you’re a much better conversationalist today than you were the first couple times we met. What’s up with that?”

“Uh… I dunno, social anxiety? How’s life on the moon treating you?”

“It’s got its perks. Apparently the gravity is low enough up there that my spinal cord decompressed, so now I’m a millimeter taller — and trust me, I know it doesn’t sound like much, but we dwarves have to take what we can get!”

“I can imagine.” An idea occurs to Barry — it’s a long shot, but worth a try. “How about the gnomes — are there any gnomes up there? How are they doing with the gravity situation?”

“Well, Leon doesn’t ‘like’ me or ‘the crew I hang with’ so I don’t really talk to him. And Davenport, well…”

Barry very nearly short-circuits his Stone of Farspeech as sparks of magic course through his form and down his sleeves. “What about Davenport? How is he?”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and Barry gets a bad feeling that he came across as a little too invested in Davenport’s well-being.

His fears are confirmed when Merle asks: “What, do you know him?”

“Just heard the name in passing,” Barry lies. “Never met him, but most names from the Bureau that I hear in passing end up belonging to pretty important people. What’s his — what does he do for your operation up there?”

“You know, I’ve never really thought about it before, but — if we could make this our little ‘Truth Zone’ here, for just a second — I’m not really sure why Lucretia hired him in the first place. All he can say is his own name, and he always seems kinda anxious about one thing or another — again, I never know what, since he can’t really talk.”

Barry doesn’t know how to reply.

“Damn good at cards, though! You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find a good game of yooker these days — or even chess, for that matter. You play either?”

“No.” Barry’s pretty sure that Merle and Davenport are the only people in the planar-verse who know how to play the game they’ve dubbed “yooker.” And he doesn’t even want to think about that chess remark.

“Darn. Well, I should probably get going — I can’t miss karaoke night with the boys. We’ve been trying all month to get Lucretia to join us, and she finally let it slip that she hasn’t got anything going on this evening!”

“Oh. Well, uh… don’t let me keep you from that, then. Nice talking to you.”

After he switches his stone off, Barry adds in a whisper: “Wish I could join you.”

***

“Sup, Little Red Riding Robe?”

“Don’t call me that,” the Red Robe groans. From the other end of the line, Taako hears the faint rustling of papers — his call must have interrupted something. He doesn’t feel too bad about it, though.

“What, would you rather be the Big Bad Wolf?” Taako asks. “I thought I was doing you a solid and painting you in a sympathetic light!”

“You know what, fine. Little Red Riding Robe it is,” the Red Robe replies. The hostility in his voice begins to dissipate as he goes on. “Tell me, Taako — is this just another prank call?”

Taako chuckles. “Oh, you wish. See, I stumbled across a piece of info that might just interest you…”

He pauses, waiting to see how the Red Robe reacts, but he’s met with silence.

“I’ve got your number, Riding Robe, idiomatically and literally. So this afternoon I took a quick vacay to the Stone of Farspeech service provider’s offices, cast a few Charm Person spells, and figured out just what name that number was registered to. Pretty clever, huh?”

It might just be Taako’s imagination, but it feels like the silence grows a little more tense.

“Now tell me, who’s this Sildar Hallwinter guy?” he asks. “Is that an alias, or did you just mug a dude and take his phone?”

The Red Robe chuckles. “Huh. That’s some genuinely impressive sleuthing — then again, I should’ve expected as much from you, Taako.”

“Well, uh, to tell you the truth… it was technically Angus’s idea — you ever hear about him? The boy detective? Little snoop was going through my dresser and found the paper I jotted down your number on, and dragged me into this quest to track down your true identity.”

“And does he think this case has been cracked wide open by this new info?”

“No. He’s pretty sure Hallwinter isn’t your real name — and don’t tell him I said this, but I trust him on that one-hundred percent. He’s pretty good with this stuff.”

“What did you really call me about if you’re so sure, then?”

What if she’s just gone?

“Well, I —”

Who?

“I…”

I can’t remember her face, Taako!

Whose face?!

Please, Taako, just kill me!

“Taako? Taako, are you with me?”

He doesn’t feel like he’s with anyone. Even lying on his bed, beneath a pile of heavy blankets he doesn’t remember arranging, he still can’t stop shivering. He’s so cold, and so, so alone.

He clutches the Umbra Staff close to his chest, close to his heart. It’s the only warm thing he can feel.

“Please, Taako, can you say something?” the disembodied voice continues. It sounds like it’s trying very hard to stay calm, and mostly succeeding. “Tell me what’s happening? I have Merle and Magnus’s numbers — I can call them if you need someone to come help —”

It also sounds very familiar, but trying to place it makes Taako feel like he’s teetering over the edge of a void, about to lose his balance and plunge into darkness.

“W-who is this?”

“It’s me, Taako, it’s… it’s the Red Robe.”

Taako’s eyes finally land on the Stone of Farspeech at the corner of his bed, and hesitantly extends a hand towards it. It’s not quite as warm as the Umbra Staff — but it’s certainly not cold, either. He pulls it closer, wrapping his fingers around it.

The Red Robe lets out a short, sad chuckle, which the speaker garbles a little bit. “There are some who call me Little Red Riding Robe. Or Sildar Hallwinter.”

“Sh-shit.” Their earlier conversation returns to Taako quickly, as he tries to sit up in bed. His teeth are still chattering slightly when he tries to speak. “I — I dunno what just happened. I just b-blacked out —”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. It’s not your fault.” There’s a pause. “Hey, do you think you can you tell me a little more about Angus? He seems like a bright kid —”

“He is. B-been picking up magic real fast too. He’s a nosy little shit who never stops asking questions to all two dozen of his adoptive moon parents and I’m so glad Lucretia hired him.”

“He was right about Sildar Hallwinter being an alias, you know. Did he say what tipped him off?”

“He’s got contacts in the police force planetside like you wouldn’t believe. There was hardly anything in any of their files about Sildar, so we talked to Johann and he told us that name never got fed to the Voidfish. From there, Angus just figured that no real person would have that little info about them floating around.”

“Huh. That makes sense. Did Merle and Magnus come along for this adventure, or was it just the two of you?”

“Nah, Magnus was hanging with Carey and Merle was napping. I could hear him snoring from a room away.”

“What about the Director? I’m assuming you didn’t mention this to her?”

“Oh, hell no. She’d throw us straight in the brig if she ever learned how long we’ve had your number without telling her.”

“Yeah, I figured. I trust Merle and Magnus are doing well?”

“Yeah, they’re… well, actually… okay, look. I probably shouldn’t be telling you of all people about this, but something’s been off about Magnus lately. I thought I was imagining it at first, but now I’m pretty sure he’s trying to avoid the Director — which is actually kinda hard these days, since she’s been overseeing our training more and more. And he’s been really awkward around Johann, too. I’ve never seen him like this, and… I’m kinda worried.”

The Red Robe goes silent for a moment. “Well… what happened in Refuge must have been hard on him. I’m sure he’ll feel better soon.”

“Yeah, yeah. He’s pretty tough…” Part of Taako feels guilty for revealing so much to the Red Robe, but part of him doesn’t want to hang up. Magnus and Merle are already fast asleep — what if he blacks out again, and no one’s on the phone to talk him out of it?

Then again… is that what the Red Robe is aiming for? To gain Taako’s trust, and act so supportive that Taako can’t help but reveal sensitive information during a late-night, emotionally vulnerable ramble?

No, Barry wouldn’t do that. If he wants information, it’s just because he’s worried about you.

“Well, this has been a great chat, Riding Robe,” Taako says with an exaggerated yawn. “But I’ve got to get to bed. You never know if tomorrow will end up being a long day of saving the world.”

“You do that,” the Red Robe tells him. “And remember, you can always call me back if you need to.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. G’night.”

***

Magnus’s body is gone, and it’s Barry’s fault.

(Strictly speaking, it’s the fault of the Animus Bell. It taunts him even now, tucked safely away in the possession of the Reclaimers, calling to him and promising to ensure his family survives when the Hunger comes. To bring Lup back from whatever worse-than-undeath fate she met. But Barry recognizes enough of his own voice in his Relic to know that it’s lying.)

Barry made the bell, he put it out into a world that was not his own, and both that world and his family paid dearly.

I’m going to find a way to get your body back, Magnus. I promise.

“I think we deserve some answers from you,” Magnus slowly declares, still holding his detached mannequin arm in his remaining hand. Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem angry — just tired.

Oh Magnus, you don’t know the half of it, Barry thinks. He doesn’t say anything, but he nods to Magnus and then holds out his hand, creating an illusory Stone of Farspeech in his skeletal palm.

And one by one, without exchanging any words between each other, the three Reclaimers hand their stones over — first Magnus, slowly and solemnly; then Merle, with a guilty look on his face; and finally Taako, hesitant as he begins to raise his hand but resolute by the time he plucks the stone from his ear.

Barry flicks his hand, and the devices shatter.

“I’ll buy you new ones soon,” he promises. “But let’s get you those answers first.”

#taz #taz balance #barry bluejeans #merle highchurch #taako taaco #magnus burnsides #taz balance spoilers #rosalia writes fic

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their-name-is-morgan · 5 years

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Ok b so like, I'm gonna try to make this sort of specific, I live for some angst and I live for Abba so like.... Imagine Abba being in one of those days where he just feels like garbage , but then his nice softie s/o visits him and cheers him up and gives him luv bc uwuwuwu. im so awkward at writing this, anyways, it's a scenario if thats ok with u b, and the s/o is a female.

AAAAH B I tried my best to make this turn out decent!! I feel like Leo is extremely OOC and there might be some mistakes here and there, but it’s late and I’m tired...so I’ll fix this in the morning! ;;

I hope you enjoy it anyway, ilysm❤

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Leone Abbacchio x Fem!Reader❤

Everyone has bad days, and everyone faces them in a different way. There are people like Bruno: he would try his best to help other people overcome their struggles, and seeing their smiling face would make him feel better in an instant. There are people like Fugo: he would allow himself to have a day off, and he’d spend that day doing his favourite things, talking to his favourite people, or even staying alone. And then there are people like Abbacchio.

Leone was a man of few words, he would talk when necessary, and he wasn’t the nicest member of the gang. His face appeared to be in an eternal scowl, with his dark, thin eyebrows furrowed and his lips rarely lifting upwards. One would think that he was a strong, confident man whose only emotions were anger and disgust, but there’s always more to a person than what they let the others see.

Abbacchio was like any other person: some of his days were happy, other ones boring, and other ones bad, upsetting days. On the latter he would isolate himself and even refuse to get out of his bed, too mentally exhausted to interact with other people. He would push them away, and then he’d feel guilty about it. His lips would quiver and his eyes would water, but he’d hold it in.

And that day was one of those days.

(Name) exhaled, her eyes fixed on the last message he had sent: “See you at 9” with a black heart at the end. ‘Edgy’ she thought with a chuckle, but the small smile on her face disappeared as soon as it came. They had agreed on meeting quite early in the morning and, when she noticed that it was pouring outside but his last access remained the same as the previous night’s, she had guessed that the rain wouldn’t have been a problem for him either.

But after an hour of waiting for his arrival in front of the smallest, saddest bookstore in town, she came to a sudden realization: what if something was wrong?

Was he okay? Was the rest of the gang okay? Was her phone being dumb and not showing her his true last messages? She needed to know. She was about to stand up and open her umbrella when she noticed a notification from a different chat: Bruno had just texted her.

‘Would you mind coming over? I know this is sudden, but there’s somebody here who needs you.’ The text read, and her expression twisted into one of concern. It wasn’t the first time that she received a text like that, from either the Capo –whom she considered one of her closest friends- or another one of the guys, and it was not a pleasant thing to read.

She didn’t even bother to reply, instead she started walking towards the Passione residence, which was not that far away from that spot. The rain didn’t stop, making her almost trip at least twice along the way, but she was determined to see her lover’s face and hold him as close as possible.

It didn’t take that long before three knocks on the door snapped Bruno out of his trance; he stood up and made his way to the front door, abandoning the crossword puzzled he had been trying to complete for the past forty minutes on the wooden table.

He slowly opened the door to reveal his friend, umbrella in her right hand and phone in the other, her eyebrows slightly furrowed but a polite smile still present on her face. He motioned to come in and guided her to the couch, where they both sat down;

“So, what happened?” she asked, fidgeting with her hands. He let out a sigh,

“I...will keep it short. You know how Leone can get and now I know he needs extra support that I can’t give him. But please remember, cara; if this is too much for you, if he somehow hurts you with his words or actions...” he paused, cautiously choosing what to say next, “It’s not worth it. He is my friend, but you are too and I wouldn’t want you to think that I agree with everything he says or does.”

She carefully listened, her expression concentrated. She warmly smiled as he finished talking and took his larger hands in hers, grateful for having such a caring and honest friend.

“Bruno, I will follow your advice if anything happens. But I’m pretty sure it won’t,” she reassured him, and he nodded and returned the smile, “Now, he hasn’t left his room has he?”

“He’s been in there since yesterday night. He’d making all of us very worried, (Name).” He confessed, his tone of voice sincere. The girl could only nod and direct her gaze on the flight of stairs leading up to the second floor, where the bedrooms were located.

Unmade bed, window shut, blankets and dirty clothes lazily piled up in a corner of the barely lit room. The smell not bad enough to be unbearable, but enough to make one’s nose wrinkle. The pitter patter of the rain soothed him, but unnerved him at the same time. Was it even possible to feel in such a way?

He sat there, intently staring at the blank, boring wall as if it was the most interesting thing. What else could he have done in his state after all? With his headphones too far away to reach and the overwhelming fatigue that didn’t seem willing to leave him anytime soon, he could only lose heart and sit there, with his back against the bed’s headboard.

His almost lifeless gaze fell upon his phone, which had been resting on his nightstand since the previous night. A feeling of guilt struck him at the thought that he hadn’t shown up for his and (Name)’s date, his chest tightening and a lump forming in his throat. No, he couldn’t cry. What was the point of crying anyway? His eyes alarmingly watered, salty tears threatening to roll down his pale cheeks; he tried to focus on breathing, when a soft, almost inaudible knock made his grip on the thin blanket covering his legs tighten and his eyebrows furrow.

No. He thought, his heart beating faster. Fuck, leave.

Silence. But then, another knock, this time a little bit louder. Who was it, and what did they want? He had harshly declined Bruno’s help earlier that morning, and made it clear that he didn’t want any of the other guys around. Watching Bruno retrieve his hand at his commanding voice made him regret his actions, but then again. What was he expecting from himself?

With his gaze fixed on the door, he flinched when he heard the voice of the person behind it.

“Leo?”

I don’t deserve you. He thought once again, his eyes burning. He suddenly became aware of the state he was in, with his normally silky hair now messy and tangled, tied in a low ponytail, no sign of makeup on his ghost white face, and his embarrassing attire composed by an old, short sleeved shirt –obviously too large for him- and a pair of grey night shorts, his legs exposed and, much to his regret, hairy.

“Leone, I just want to know if you’re okay-“

“I am, now leave.” Please, he wanted to add, before I say something I’ll regret.

He could feel her sighing, trying to come up with something to tell him that could’ve comforted him. But what exactly could’ve possibly made him happier? He had tried to think of something, to do something, but it only ended up hurting him more, making him lay back down, exhausted and ashamed of himself. Just the thought of it made him stomach turn, the thought of his beloved waiting for him under the pouring rain whilst he was laying in bed, frustrated... melancholic.

“Please tell me if there’s something I can do to make you feel better. I know you’re lying, but it’s okay,” a pause. Then shuffling, and the doorknob moved a little, “Can I come in, Tesoro?” she asked. Little did she know that the man was trying his hardest not to break down there, in that exact moment. Or did she? She’d never seen him or talked to him while he was in such a state, usually he would be angry and frustrated, drinking his pain away in the kitchen in the middle of the night, or even in a bar.

Silence means consent, she thought –as much as that sentence could’ve been wrong-, and she dared to open the door, moderately illuminating the chaotic room. He froze, not really sure what to do, if to yell at them or to gather all his strength to stand up and lock the door completely. But he simply stayed still, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath he took.

“What are you doing here,” he asked, his words ended up sounding more like a statement, though. She slowly stepped inside, her gaze falling upon her handsome boyfriend’s body, partially covered by a thin, cream coloured blanket.

“I’m here to listen to you, what’s going on Leone?” she asked, slowly stepping closer to his bed. He eyed her for a moment, his eyes softening. He wanted to be mad and make her leave, he really did, she wasn’t supposed to see him like this and he deserved to suffer alone. He deserved to listen to all the horrible thoughts that his mind was full of, obsess over them.

He gasped at the light touch of her hand, which was now softly holding his, his long, bony fingers subconsciously intertwining with hers. That simple touch sent a wave of butterflies through his veins, making him shake and choke back a sob.

(Name) promptly took notice of this and sat down beside him, her eyes kind and a warm, welcoming smile on her face.

“You can cry, it’s okay to. Please look at me,” and he did, with tears finally spilling down his face, his cheeks flushed and the muscles of his chin trembling, making his lips quiver. His right hand clutched at hers as if his life depended on it, while his left was clenched in a fist, the knuckles slowly going white. (Name) worriedly moved closer to him, letting her free hand wander behind his head to untie his hair and run her fingers through it.

Tell me everything.

“I am... I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t deserve you-“ a stifled sob, and then he sharply inhaled, “You were waiting for me, but I was here. Being a useless dick even if they wanted to help. I just...” he suddenly stopped, allowing smaller sobs to escape from his parted, soft lips. The girl moved her hand from his hair to his back, pulling him closer so that his head could rest on her shoulder.

Slightly embarrassed by this position as she was the one usually laying her head on his shoulder, he tried to pull away, but her soothing touch and whispers sent a shiver up his spine and made him hold onto her for dear life, weeping and babbling about how he didn’t deserve her, about how he would miss her though if she left, and she thought she heard him say I’m sorry once or twice –and he’d rarely apologize-.

(Name) held him tight, noticing how quiet he was even while shaking and sobbing almost uncontrollably, wetting her cute, slightly elegant shirt. Not that she cared anyway, he was much more important than a stupid shirt.

“Leo,” she whispered at some point, making him blink, more tears rolling down his reddened cheeks, “You deserve so much and you don’t even realize it. I know you blame yourself for a lot of things...” he raised his head, his hair gracefully cascading down his back; their eyes met and (Name) gave him a small smile, which he returned, “But not everything’s your fault.”

He averted his gaze, his breath slowly calming and his shoulders relaxing.

“Hm. Just promise... this whole thing will stay between us,”

She chuckled, and shifted in a more comfortable position so that they could be even closer.

“Of course; now will you eat breakfast with me?”

#jjba #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #leone abbacchio #abbacchio #jojo abbacchio #abbacchio x reader #vento aureo #golden wind #jojo part 5 #scenario #abbacchio scenario #angst #fluff #fem!reader

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lambxtoxslaughter · 3 years

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⭐️ alyssa/adonis, callie/nadia, coleen/liana, dawson/esma, elias/lucy, elias/liana, emma/liana, emma/lykon, evelyn/farid, kaylee/franco, kaylee/daria, marcus/adonis, pandora/zach, rebecca/kang, rose/melina, selin/esma, selin/daria, selin/lavinia, valentina/daria, valentina/lavinia, valentina/ace, valeria/kang, valeria/melina, vic/franco, vic/daria

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alyssa/adonis

They tend to watch Romantic Comedies at like 3 am, with popcorn, pjs and falling asleep on the couch. Whenever this happens, and Alyssa wakes up with her legs more or less draped over him, and his arm over her, she usually just orders waffles to be delivered at the door in about 2 hours, before she falls back asleep.

callie/nadia,

Callie has been tempted to ask Nadia if she’d bite her, because, you know, it’s another experience richer, but she is worried she’d like it too much and that she’d get too into the moment to let go of her determination of keeping her virginity until she’s met people who will stay in her life and not just disappear.

coleen/liana

Part of why Coleen got in touch with Liana specifically from the Gossip blog, is because Coleen is a little bit of a hoe and wanted to fuck the pretty girl.

dawson/esma

Post-sex ritual with these two, would typically be to pick up a phone, figure out what would deliver food first, and just ordering a whole load of food. Eat a bit, nap a little, and then get back to it, until they’ve had had their itches scratched.

elias/lucy

Every time they meet they end up ordering drinks to see what the mood of their meeting will be, and when they meet at one of theirs place, the drinks they make set the mood of the day. If it’s something with little alcohol they know it’ll be very serious, but if it is something with more and stronger alcohol, it is a more easy going time of seeing each other.

elias/liana

Elias enjoys the idea of getting Liana on his side, and getting a sneak peak into anything/whatever she is researching. Especially if she tells him while bouncing on his lap.

emma/liana

Emma’s favorite thing to do with her sister, is before Christmas. Every year around the 20th, they’ll put on big pj’s, get hot cocoa, and snuggle up together to watch movies. And every year they have to watch the nightmare before christmas, How the Grinch stole Christmas (2000), as well as a few other movies. It’s not christmas if Emma doesn’t get this.

emma/lykon,

Emma easily finds out ways to get what she wants from Lykon, and she figures out a sneaky way to get sex whenever she is feeling needy and horny. Which is to just send him peach emojis, and going “I got the peach, wanna come hold it?”. It makes her laugh.

evelyn/farid

To this day, Evelyn says she is a coffee drinker to anyone but Farid. This is because Farid learned many, many years ago how to make her tea right, and no one else manages to get it just right. They let it brew for too long, or add too much sugar, or even honey to it, while Farid knows it. So she doesn’t let anyone else brew her tea.

kaylee/franco

Back when Kaylee was new in Italy, she met Franco and expected to end up bored with him within days, but somehow he managed to keep her attention. He had the same level of entitlement as she did, but he pleased her need for being surrounded by pretty people, and he learned to compliment her. + werewolf outside of Maladh.

kaylee/daria

Kaylee was when they were little, quite jealous of Daria for being the oldest sister. She too wanted responsibilities, wanted to be big and strong and getting to be given responsibility too. But when things actually got rough, Kaylee fled and tried to just be her own spoiled self, while Daria actually stepped up, and she respects her sister a lot for it.

marcus/adonis

Adonis, along with Shiva, is one of the very few people around who knows him from the days were war was in his heart, and he is desperately trying to make sure that Adonis knows he is no longer the same man. Trying to make sure that Adonis knows he has calmed down and won’t hurt him.

pandora/zach

Pandora definitely thought “Huh. He’d probably make a fair bit of money if he joined the cam world.” when she first saw Zach.

rebecca/kang

Rebecca and Kang have a chill relationship, even if ever since they first met, Rebecca has taken a very bossy role with him. She adores him though, and is waiting for the day when he shows how bossy he definitely could be, because she believes that he is just disguising it.

rose/melina

rose respects Melina, and she respects that the other sometimes just needs some help. She’s happy to help Melina, and offer her time, energy and more, and would let her ask her for favors that she would not offer to anyone else.

selin/esma

While Selin and Esma have been separated, Selin has felt so guilty about losing her sister and not being able to protect her, as she’s seen it as, that she has every year on their birthday, gone to a specific bakery, bought 2 slices of cake that she’s brought to a roof garden, and just sat there, looking up at the sky and having a conversation with the Esma in her head. She’s done that before letting anyone else mess themselves into her birthday, where she’s been having to pretend like all is good, and that she’s not grieving her sister.

selin/daria

Selin has a very deep level of respect for Daria with having to take such responsibility for everything in Maladh. She knows it was just a coincidence that made it be the Vasilyev that are the ruling werewolf family of maladh, but she is just thankful that she’s not had to take over ruling anything after her own family.

selin/lavinia

Selin is deeply worried for Lavinia, and has voiced this to Young. She is scared that Lavinia will let her own self doubts ruin for her happiness, which is part of why she will keep insisting on wine nights, even when Lavinia gets with Yue and out public, because she needs to know she will be accepting of love.

valentina/daria

Every single time they met before Valentina got with Lazar, she looked at her with dreamy eyes when she could hide it, and if it hadn’t been for Leon, she 100% would have tried to get with her.

valentina/lavinia

Valentina, when she finds out about Yue and Lavinia’s dynamic, is going to get them a couples set of t-shirts just to be her dorky self. she’s extremely happy for Lavinia, even if a little sad that she is surrounded by all these vampires who are happy with their sires, and having these amazing sire bonds.

valentina/ace

They’ve been to a few parties too many together. Have slapped each others asses like... probably a few times too many. And yet haven’t fucked, which Valentina finds hilarious as fuck.

valeria/kang

First time Valeria met Kang, and knew she would be in the boys life for a while, she sat down with him, with tea, and asked him to tell her what she needed to know, for him to ask her what he needed to know from her, and made a deal with him about the relationship she would have with the boys, even if she and Tanaka broke up. she made a deal with him, that was between him and her, and not between the boys and her relationship with Tanaka. It helped create a bond and safety there, and gave the boys a chance to know that she wouldn’t leave them even if things got rocky in a romantic relationship.

valeria/melina

They have known each other for some years, and Melina have been invited to Valeria’s for dinner for just as long. But there was once a situation where Melina had either drunk too much, or been given something she wasn’t certain of, and Melina had to call someone for help. she called Valeria, and Valeria showed up just 30 minutes later, took her to get food, and put her on her own couch for the night to sleep, took care of her, and still to this days does not even mention it to the younger witch. She needed someone to help, and Valeria was called. And even if Melina called her at 3 am, saying she needed help, Valeria would still show up.

vic/franco

Franco has hell to deal with. And before he even gets his first kiss from her, he’s had to convince her to give her a chance. Which involves things like chocolate, flower, and a gift for her cat Mocha.

vic/daria

2 things: Fashion week. Prosecco.

#asks #bxdybcg

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lemonjawbreakers · 6 years

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Zack Van Bartonshmeer:(Top left) Husband of Erin and father of Nazz. An easy going baker, Zack originally grew up in Peach creek along side his best friend until he left to go surfing along the east coast where he met Nazz mom. Moved back after Nazz was born and took over his dad's resurant in Pear Cove. Close to Nazz and seems to have past on his habit of calling everyone dude to her. Erin Van Bartonshmeer: (top left) wife of Zack and mother of Nazz. Grew up in a small town in California were she met Zack and quickly fell for him. Just as easy going as her husband, Erin disliked the strict and some what cold environment she grew up in so she vowed not to make the same mistake, but is usually the one to enforce the rules. Close to Nazz, but often wonders about having another baby. Daniel Van Bartonshmear: (Top right) Husband to Rose and father of Nate. Has lived in Pear Cove all his life, when he met Rose as she was traveling through town with her band. A pretty boy all his life Daniel takes great pride in his appearance, to the point where he will freak out if one hair is out of place. Despite that Daniel is a very sweet non-judgmental and fun loving guy. Currently works as a new's anchor alongside his childhood friend Melinda. Close to Nate, but tends to baby him. Rose Van Bartonshmear : (Top right) Wife to Daniel and mother of Nate. A very free spirited woman with a love for music, Rose met Daniel while traveling with her band when they broke down in Pear Cove. Nate seems to have taken after her the most as she's very calm and easy going, though she does get fed up with her husbands Over dramatic ways. Currently works as a radio DJ and part time at the local animal shelter. Closer to Nate but gets annoyed with her husband constantly trying to baby him. Noah Barch: (second left) Husband of Kathryn and father of Kevin. More on the artistic side than you would expect,Noah is also a well known prankster, as he grew up wild in peach creek running around with his best friend Zack. Surprisingly a ladies man, Noah ended up with Kevin after a string of crazy nights while away at college and truthfully doesn't know who his birth mother is as he just found Kevin at his door step. Met his wife while dropping Kevin off at daycare where she worked at. Took over his dads candy store after he flunked out of college. Feels guilty about his birth mother so he tends to spoil Kevin. Kathryn Barch: (Second left) Wife of Noah and Stepmother to Kevin. A former college basketball star, Kathryn left behind the world of basketball to pursue her dream of becoming a high school gym teacher. Much stricter and straight forward than her husband, Kathryn actually has a better relationship with Kevin than her husband. Met Noah while working at a daycare center and quickly fell for the two of them. Currently works as head coach at Peach Creek. Leon Juad: (Second Right) Ex-Husband to Melinda and father to Mikey, Seline, and Karen. A former biker and mechanic Leon met Melinda in high school where the two dated off and on until after college. The two were going strong until Leon began to grow out of his college attitude and mellow out while Melinda did not. Still good friends, Leon has since moved out and now rents a house in Peach Creek, where he works as the new auto shop teacher. Closer to Karen but wants her to stay at her mom's house so she doesn't have to change everything. Melinda Parson: (Second Right) Ex-Wife to Leon and mother to Mikey, Seline and Karen. A very proud and haughty woman that enjoys being the best at everything. A former professional cheerleader, Melinda seems to have never moved past her college glory day's. Still loves Leon but her pride won't let her show any weakness, which is why she returned to her maiden name. Currently works as an anchor woman alongside her childhood best friend Daniel. Tends to push Karen more than she does her two elder children, plus the divorce has left there relationship strained. Kenny Estrada: (Third left) Husband to Shari and father to Johnny. The son to a very rich family, Kenny left that world to travel across the nation with his band before they split up.Met his wife when he joined her band, and the two never spent a day apart after woulds. Eventually settled down in Peach Creek after Shari realized the strain that moving all the time had on their son. Currently works as as a teacher at the yoga/meditation clinic he and his wife own. Gave his son Plank as when he say how lonely his son was. Shari Estrada: (Third left) Wife of Kenny and mother to Johnny. Shari met her husband when he joined her band all those years ago. Even after the band split up she and Kenny stayed together and eventually had Johnny along the way. Decided it was time to settled down after seeing how lonely he was, and that his only friend was a plank of wood. Currently owns and runs a meditation/yoga clinic alongside her husband. Harry Colson: (Third right) Husband to Nadine and father of Jenny. A former Marine, Harry has sense grown a little more lax as time went on. Cheerful and upbeat he fully encourages his daughters imaginative ways, including her best friend plankette. Currently works as a forest ranger after his retirement from the military. Met his wife while being station in London. Nadine Colson: (Third right) Wife to Harry and mother of Jenny. Born and raised in London, Nadine moved to america with Harry five months after they were married. Calm, kind, if not a bit spacey herself, Nadine works as a librarian. A bit more strict than her husband, Nadine began to grow more and more worried that her daughter's only friend was a plank of wood. Bjarke Kalter: (Fourth left) Husband of Eerika and father of Rolf. Leaving several son's back home in the old country to run the farm, Bjarke moved to america with his wife, parents and youngest son to expand there assets. Grew up alongside Eerika in their home village and won her over by giving her his best sheep.A very caring, but stern man, Bjarke holds high expectations for Rolf as he is the smartest of his brothers. Eerika Kalter: (Fourth left) Wife of Bjarke and mother to Rolf. A very sweet, but stern woman who grew up alongside Bjarke, Eerika held a strong rivalry with her husband until he finally won her heart by giving her his prize sheep. An experienced housewife as she raised eight sons and kept the house up to speed. Frode Gormlaith: (Fourth Right) Husband to Helka and father to Rachel. A Shepard who grew up in the rougher part of the mountains, Frode is a very series man that seems to only care about two things in this world, his flock and his family. Prided himself on keeping his family safe until an accident that hurt his wife, made him realize that he didn't want to raise his daughter in such a rough environment. Met Frode by happen stance when she and her family got lost in the mountains. Moved to America to continue on the family tradition of being a Shepard. Dedicated to his family, which tends to make him a little protective over Rachel. Helka Gormlaith: (Fourth Right) Wife to Frode and mother to Rachel. A homemaker, Helka is a very sweet and maternal woman who is much tougher than she seems. Grew up in a small village just east of where Frode was, and the two met when she and her family got lost on their way to sell items in the next town over. Not as strict as her husband, Helka just wants her daughter to enjoy her childhood. Preston Whinston: (Bottom Left) Husband to Elli and father to Jimmy. A very haughty and proud man who use's his brain and other people to do his bidding. Preston meet Elli when they two of them teamed up to separate a couple that each person had an interest, only to fall for each other. Hates anything to do with physical conduct and currently works as head of a bank. Loves Jimmy and refuses to deny him anything. Elli Whinston: (Bottom left) Wife of Preston and mother to Jimmy. Met Preston when they two of them teamed up to separate a couple that each person had an interest, only to fall for each other. Is a housewife who is head of several different clubs and always has her yellow gloves on her and is a total germ-a-phobe. Spoils Jimmy rotton and see's him as her perfect little angel. Thomas Hudson: (Bottom right) Husband to Penny and father of Jamie. A former high school football star and sports agent. A very prideful man who met his wife at a grocery store. A true man's man, Thomas tends to come of strong and a bit angry. Tends to look down on others and only associates with those he deems worthy. Actually a huge fan of Buds broadcast, which is why he's okay with Sam hanging out with his princess. Completely wrapped around his wife and daughters finger. Penny Hudson: (Bottom right) Wife to Thomas and mother of Jamie. The one Jamie takes the most after, Penny seems to be as sweet as suger on the outside, but is just as cunning and manipulative as they come. They only people who have yet to see her wrath are her husband and daughter. Works as a sales clerk at the mall for one of the more high end boutiques. Adores her daughter and will often give her advice on how to win over Sam. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Finally the last of the parents, might do siblings/other relatives but we'll see.

#eeene oc #ededdneddy #ed edd n eddy #ed edd n eddy headcannon #parents of the cul-de-sac

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pyropsychiccollector · 6 years

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#50 for Maizono if you do Danganronpa prompts too.

Makoto wasn’tsure why he answered the door. He’d promised Sayaka when they exchanged roomsthat he wouldn’t answer the door no matter what. But… Then again, Makoto hadalways been too trusting for his own good. All of his friends and family saidso. It wasn’t that he threw caution to the wind; it was more like, in thiscase, he wanted to know the person that might have been trying to attack Sayaka,and he wanted to try to talk them down from it. His optimism was his oneredeeming quality – that’s what he’d always believed. He might not have knownthese people very well yet, but he wanted to believe they could all be talkeddown from the act of killing… even people like Mondo and Byakuya.

“M-Maizono…?”Makoto let out a startled yelp as he took a step back out of instinct. He wasn’tafraid of her, but she had definitely caught him off-guard. “Wh-What’s wrong?”

Sayakabriefly looked to make sure no one was around; there were tears welling up inher eyes, and Makoto was only just now noticing it, but she was holding… one ofthe kitchen knives?

“C-Can I…come in?”

Makotoblinked before nodding dumbly as he let her back into her own room withoutthinking about it twice.

“Y-Yeah, ofcourse! It’s your room, after all!”

Sayaka didn’tsay anything else as she shuffled into the room and went to sit down on thebed. Naegi closed the door behind him and casually made his way over to her,concern clearly reflected in his eyes. Gently, he sat down on the bed next toher, just in case he startled her with that action. If she wanted him to move,he would. He just wanted to be there for his friend.

“Issomething wrong? Is there anything I can help you with?” Makoto’s voice wassoft and soothing. Naegi knew he was ‘avoiding the elephant in the room’ by notaddressing the knife, but he wanted to believe with all his heart that Maizonohad it for good reason.

Sayakacouldn’t bring herself to answer right away. Her head was dipped, and her handswere quivering. If Naegi listened, he could hear her choking as the wordscaught in her throat.

“I… N-Naegi-kun…!”She abruptly blurted out in a sob. Naegi couldn’t see her eyes, but he couldsee the tears cascading down her cheeks and dripping onto her hands and skirt.Then suddenly, she cast the knife aside and threw herself around him, clutchingonto him like her life depended on it. “Naegi-kun! Naegi-kun…!”

No matterhow many times she tried, Maizono just couldn’t get the words out, and her backwracked with sobs. Naegi didn’t know how to respond at first – he was caughtoff-guard yet again. But after a few moments, his face settled into one ofdetermination, and his arms snaked around Sayaka’s waist. Unsurprisingly,Maizono held him tighter in response. He ran a hand through her hair and rubbedher back soothingly, patient with her.

Naegi nowknew for a fact that what she would have to say would not be pleasant, but ifthe stainless knife was any consolation, she hadn’t used it, and it looked asif she wasn’t going to use it on him. Despite the circumstances, he felt likehe could still trust her.

After awhile, Sayaka pulled away and resumed staring down at her legs, her hands nowgripping the hem of her skirt in what appeared to be frustration. When shefinally spoke, her voice was still shaky, and she sounded both upset and veryguilty.

“I… I wasgoing to use you. I was going to murder him and use you as a scapegoat just soI could escape! Naegi-kun, I… I didn’t care if you lived or died, all I caredabout was… was getting out there to make sure my friends were okay! I don’tdeserve your kindness…!”

And thereit was. Her confession. Though Naegi didn’t want to believe Maizono wouldresort to murder, he just had a horrible feeling that she would be confessingto have murderous intentions. It hurt, knowing she had been intending to usehim… but truth be told, Naegi just knew Sayaka was in a lot more pain than himright now. For the time being, he stowed away his own feelings and took Sayaka’shands in his own. Again, it was out of pure instinct, and she didn’t seem to beexpecting him to do it, but he pressed on as they looked into each other’seyes.

“Maizono… I…I can’t pretend I’m not affected, but I want you to know I’m here for you. Thathasn’t changed. This sick game… It’s changing who we are. It’s driving us to dothings we would never do in a millionyears! And why? Because Monokuma’s playing on our fears. Our weaknesses. Hewanted you to commit murder, just so we’d play along… and I… I’m glad youmanaged to change your mind. I’m really glad, Maizono! That means you have anamazingly strong will! Monokuma won’t be able to bend it again, I just know it.”

As hesmiled genuinely, he couldn’t help noticing how Maizono seemed to be lost juststaring into his eyes like this. They were so close now, in their currentlyposition… Their faces were inches apart…

“Naegi-kun…”The young pop-star idol whispered tenderly. Their faces seemed to get closer,inch by painstaking inch, but then Maizono shook her head and drew her head back.She tried to take her hands back, too, but Naegi wouldn’t let her go that far,and she eventually gave that up as a lost cause. She looked down again,downcast. “I really don’t deserve this… All your trust should be gone… I’m… Whoknows when I could make another murder attempt again…?”

“Then I’lllet you earn back my trust!” The brunet instantly promised, getting the idol tostare at him dumbfounded again. “Like I said… I can’t pretend that this didn’taffect me, but I can tell you feel sorry! And I want to give you anotherchance, y’know? I’m as ordinary as they come, but my optimism’s my oneredeeming quality!”

Maizonofrowned, and her brow furrowed. She honestly didn’t like Naegi thinking he wasso boring, talentless, and useless. If he was a little ordinary, so what? Hewas an amazing young man who was eager to help people, and he even got acceptedinto Hope’s Peak! It didn’t matter to her if it was just ‘dumb luck’ that hewound up here. Luck was still a great talent. Perhaps it was his luck thataffected her decision not to murder Leon. Or… Or maybe she was just lucky tohave met Naegi so early in life.

Colorslightly rose to her cheeks as she looked to the side in shame.

“Th-then… Iknow I don’t deserve it… but… Naegi-kun, I need you to forgive me. M-Maybe that’stoo much to ask, and I should have to earn that, too, b-but…!” Maizono wasshocked when Naegi placed a finger to her lips. His infectious smile was reallymaking her heard drum a mile a minute…

“It’s okay.You already have that.” Naegi promised on the spot, no strings attached. Hethen stood up and gently removed his hands from hers, which she silentlyprotested. “I guess I should let ya sleep in here tonight. I can return theknife for you, and just return to my room-”

“N-NO!” Thewords left Sayaka’s mouth before she could stop them. “D-Don’t return theknife. I’ll do that. I took it, after all. A-And… And it’s possible Leon’s outthere in the hall… I swapped the nameplates, after all…”

“O-Oh… Okay…”Naegi blushed a little at the concern she was showing him on her behalf. “B-ButI can’t just let you go back to my room, then! I don’t want you hurt!”

Now Sayakawas acting on instinct as she stood up and took ahold of his arms, looking intohis eyes pleadingly.

“Th-Then…Just stay here for the night. With me. I promise, I don’t mind!” They bothblushed as they knew this kind of arrangement would be… awkward forhigh-schoolers like them. Still, neither one particularly wanted to refuse theawkward offer. So there was really only one answer Naegi could give.

“O-Okay…”

This wasdefinitely the start of something new… for both of them…

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