Hi! You can call me Sin, and I run this blog. I want to use it to write fanfic because it helps me think when I have writers block, or I just write because I want to. If you have any requests, send them my way, the worst I can do is say I haven’t heard of the character or say no.
Hey! I'm Sin and I'm trying to get back into writing again, so I figured I'd finally do what I've been scared to do for a long time and write fan fiction and post it on Tumblr. I take requests and would love if you sent them in or asked me questions about what I write or just about me. I'll write x Reader fics or ships, occasionally I may write an OC fanfic. If you want me to write for a specific character just ask. The worst that can happen is that I am unfamiliar with the canon material and say no. Some of the fandoms I will be writing for (there are more that I will forget to list) are:
Resident Evil
Cyberpunk 2077
Avatar (the blue people)
Avatar the last Airbender
Merlin
the Foundation
Baldurs Gate 3
Dispatch
Stranger Things
DC (mostly Batman and the various Robins, like Nightwing and Redhood)
Hey! Sorry for like no updates. I’ve had a lot going on the last month. My brother is getting married to the most amazing woman ever, they’re moving to Scotland, my family is in town. All I’ve done the last like month is hang out with my family and shoot rifles in our yard. I'm working on stuff I pinky promise <3
Summary: You and your husband go to a bar for a night out with some friends. Things take an unexpected turn.
TW: Violence, alcohol, drinking, bar fight, breaking a bottle over someone's head, swearing, fem reader, LMK if I missed anything.
A/N:
Hiiiiiiii. It's been a while since I posted. I've been busy. Project Hail Mary did give me some inspiration and I'm sitting on a couple other things. I take requests if you wanna see anything specific from me and thank you for all the support. I didn't expect anyone to read my writing, but I'm so happy that y'all did. It means the world to me.
2. This is absolutely inspired by that time in Yellowstone where Beth punches that woman in the face for flirting with her husband because it feels so Leon and his wife coded. I use em dashes. I probably use them wrong, and I'm sorry, I haven't taken a grammar class in a long time. I'm not an AI nor do I use it. FUCK AI.
You two were on a night out with some friends. You’d gone to an amazing restaurant for dinner to catch up before going to a bar to keep the party going.
Leon leaned against the bar as you stood and talked with one of your friends while her husband played pool with Chris and a couple other guys. “I wanna go dance,” she sighed.
“Go dance, Anya,” you told her. You smiled, bumping her gently with your hip. “No one’s stoppin’ ya.”
“I don’t wanna dance alone,” Anya whined.
“Me and Leon could come dance with you,” you offered.
“I’m not dancing,” Leon said. He kissed the top of your head. “But you go have fun, baby. Go dance,” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear.
You looked at him pouting. “I don’t want you to be lonely,” you said.
“I’ve got Chris,” Leon chuckled. “Go have fun, baby,” he said.
“Kiss first,” you said.
Leon smiled and set his drink down for a second, his hands on your hips. He leaned down to kiss you. It was long, a little intense, like Leon was. He tasted of the whiskey he drank, smelled of his expensive cologne.
As you walked off with Anya your hand slipped out of Leon’s as you were pulled away. He smiled, turning to the pool table to talk to the guys.
“Where’d Anya and Y/N run off to?” Chris asked.
“Dancing,” Leon said.
Chris nodded, going to take a sip of his beer. “Goddammit,” he huffed.
“Another round?” Leon asked.
“That’d be nice,” Chris said.
Leon walked over to the bar. It had a direct view of the dance floor. He saw you and Anya smiling as you spun around with each other. He’d seen you and Anya dance like this a million times through the years. At your wedding, in the living room, in the kitchen. He smiled, taking a picture of the two of you before turning around to order more drinks.
“Well, aren’t you something,” a woman said, leaning on the bar next to him.
Leon glanced over at her, smiling politely- a smile that didn't reach his eyes, one that was practiced for the briefings he attended after every mission and had to play nice with high ranking government officials. “Flattered, but I’m married,” Leon said.
“So am I,” the woman said.
“Then where’s your husband?” he asked.
“He’s in Seattle right now,” she giggled. “Where’s your wife?”
“My wife is standing right there, staring at you,” Leon said, pointing to where you stood, your drink in your hand.
“I’ll go talk to her.” The woman smiled.
“Bad idea,” Leon said. He called Chris over to help him, following after the woman. He knew this could only end so many ways- all of them bad.
You were dancing with Anya, when this woman grabbed your shoulder, turning you around to face her.
“I’m taking your husband home,” she said, smirking at you. She toyed with a piece of your hair, twirling it around her finger. “And you can’t stop me.” She giggled, tugging your hair as she wrapped it around her finger.
Your eyes went wide, stepping back from her. How could someone be so brazen and careless? “Like hell you are,” you replied.
“I am,” she said. “Now you can come and watch, or you can wait and he can tell you about it tomorrow,” she crossed her arms, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “You’re ch-“
The sound of shattering glass could be heard from where Leon stood-he hadn’t made it in time. The woman stood before you, shocked and bleeding, broken glass on the floor reflecting the low lighting of the bar like crystal. The bouncers tried to restrain you as Leon wrestled you away. All hell broke loose, until eventually the cops came and everyone was taken outside.
You were leaning on the wall, standing outside with everyone else. You had a few scratches, some bruising on your neck and arms where the bouncer had held you too tightly, where Leon had pulled you away, not intending to hurt you, but leaving a few bruises nonetheless in his efforts to pull you out of the situation you had found yourself in. You hung your head low, whether it was exhaustion or shame was anyone's guess.
The Sheriff’s car pulled up, and Leon, dragging a hand down his face greeted the Sheriff, “Sheriff."
“Agent Kennedy,” he nodded as he spoke. “Wasn’t aware this was DSO business,” he said. "Bioterrorism at a bar fight?" he chuckled.
“It’s not,” Leon said. He sighed, looking to where you were now sat with a cop. “It’s my wife,” he said.
“The missus is causing a ruckus?” he chuckled. “She get hit?”
“She was the one doing the hitting,” he said.
The sheriff’s eyebrows shot up. “Your wife assaulted a woman?”
“It’s more complicated than that,” he said. “I’d like to speak with our attorney.”
After a long line of questioning and information being taken the Sheriff opted to let you go home, deal with the issue at a later date.
"You're letting her go?" the woman yelled as she watched you grab your purse. "She hit me with a bottle!"
One of the officers attempted to deescalate the situation. "Bitch is scared I'd steal her husband?" she yelled, looking at you as you walked with Leon. "Lord knows a whore li-"
You turned around to shout something back, but Leon placed a hand on your lower back, firm, commanding. His face was stone, glaring at you, a warning to not do anything else that would get you in trouble tonight.
You walked to the car with Leon in silence, watching your feet as you walked across the pavement. Neither of you said anything as you sat in the car for a moment. He glanced over at you. He saw you looking down at your roughed up knuckles. “Are you mad?” you asked quietly.
Leon took a breath, turning to face you. He placed a gentle hand on your cheek. “I’m not mad, gorgeous,” he said. He took your other hand in his free one, kissing your knuckles. “I’m just worried,” he sighed. “Did you have to hit her with the bottle?" he huffed.
You stayed quiet, sitting in the passenger seat. "No," you whispered, so quiet Leon almost didn't hear you.
"Then why did you do it?" Leon asked.
You fidgeted with your hands in your lap. Tears welled up in your eyes as your voice caught in your throat. "She was saying that she was gonna take you from me," you managed to say, fighting back the tears as your voice cracked.
Leon felt his heart sink a little in his chest at your admission. "No one could ever take me from you, baby," he said. He started the car, one hand on the wheel, the other on your knee, creeping up your thigh and gently squeezing it- an act of reassurance. "You know that, right?" he asked you, glancing in your direction.
"I... I guess I just get jealous still," you muttered. "It was so jarring, and a little scary." You glanced at Leon as he drove. "I know I don't have anything to worry about, but when someone comes up and just so brazenly says something like that to you, you just feel insecure."
Leon stopped at the light, turning his head to look at you. "Just don't break the bottle over her head next time," he said, his hand finding your cheek to his thumb over the apple of your cheek.
"Knee jerk reaction," you said quietly. You saw him crack a smile at your reply, glancing back at the road.
"I love you, you know that?" he said.
"I know," you said softly. "I love you too. To hell and back." You laced your fingers with his as they returned to your leg, his eyes finding the road again, driving the both of you home. You knew whatever happened, whatever situation you found yourself in that you would always have Leon.
Jason sleeps over at your place for the first time ⏾
Summary: Just fluff. Tired Jason after a long day. Jason talks about why he feels bad about staying at your place. There's no gendered language for reader, no use of y/n either.
A/N: Sleepy brain makes sleepy fic
You and Jason had been dating for a few months. He had come clean about being a vigilante very early on. He wanted to be honest because he felt like whatever was between you two could be something real. You both wanted it to be something real, and so far things had been working out great. You had made it official a month after your first date, and 6 months later you were still together, but he had never stayed at your place.
You never knew why he didn't spend the night at your place, but you were never going to push the issue no matter how badly you wanted to know. You had slept at his place plenty of times, sometimes going to sleep without him by your side because he was out on patrol, so it was obvious that he wasn't worried about sharing his space with you.
Was it your apartment? Was it too messy? Did it smell? Was it dirty? Was it too small? It never felt too small. You were a hygienic person and kept your space in an acceptable manner, and you liked to think that your candles and plants made your apartment smell rather nice, but maybe that was just because it was your apartment. Maybe you had just become so used to it that you didn't notice.
You heard a soft buzz as you sat in your bed, reading a book Jason had recommended. He said you'd love it, and as you picked up your buzzing phone you saw a text from Jason.
'Can I come over?' he asked.
You smiled softly, looking at the message. You marked the page you were on, setting your book aside.
'Obviously,' you replied.
You heard noise in the next room, heavy footsteps. You quickly got out of bed, grabbing the nearest heavy object. It was the lamp on your bedside table. The doorknob turned and the door was pushed open.
"What're you doing?" Jason asked. He had his helmet tucked under his arm, giving you an incredulous look.
You looked a little ridiculous at the moment. You were in your pajamas, your hair was messy, and you were holding your lamp like that was supposed to be intimidating to the 6'2, 230 pound vigilante standing before you.
"When you asked to come over I didn't think you meant like now," you said, putting the lamp back. Your cheeks were flushed.
Jason smiled a little, though you could see the exhaustion on his face, the way it weighed on his body. “Sorry,” he said. He set his helmet down on your nightstand. “I meant like now.” You saw the way the smile faded and gave way to exhaustion, the way stone faced, no nonsense Jason surfaced.
“You look tired,” you said softly.
“I am,” he said gruffly. “Wasn’t gonna make it all the way across town,” he huffed, kicking off his boots.
You smiled a little as you watched him strip off his gear, leaving him in a tight black undershirt and his boxers. “Can I use your shower?” he asked.
“Of course, baby,” you said. “Come here first, though.”
Jason was a little confused, but humored you. You grabbed the back of his and pulled him down, kissing him. You saw grin spread across his face. “What was that for?” He asked, turning to kiss your cheek in return.
“Have to pay the kiss tax if you wanna use the shower.” You were giggling as you looked at him, his smiled meeting his eyes now, though the exhaustion remained.
“You’re such a dork,” he said softly as he walked to the bathroom.
"I'm your dork!" you called from your bed.
You got up, going to the laundry room and threw a towel in the dryer for a couple minutes, taking it to the bathroom when you heard Jason shut the water off. He took the warm towel, drying his hair, and put his boxers back on afterwards.
You climbed into your bed, moving over to make room for him. He seemed hesitant to join you. "I don't bite," you teased. "Not unless you ask first."
He smiled a little, his shoulders dropping as he relaxed, climbing into bed with you. You wrapped your arms around him, his head coming to rest on your chest. You noticed he still seemed a little uneasy, even as you ran your hands through his hair which normally seemed to help calm his nerves after patrol. "What's got you so worked up?" you asked softly, nails gently scratching Jason's scalp.
"Just feel weird," he mumbled. "Feel like I'm invading your space," he said quietly as he closed his eyes, doing his best to avoid eye contact.
"Why do you feel that way, bub?" you asked, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
"Cause this is your apartment, your space. It's so you. It's cozy, and quiet, and homey. I feel like when I come in here I somehow disrupt that," he said. "I feel shitty for dragging myself here after patrols, feel like a bad boyfriend for coming into your cozy little peaceful apartment with all my gear and my issues." He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply. "You smell nice," he mumbled into your skin, a gentle kiss being placed on your skin.
You felt your heart melting as he told you what had him so anxious. "You're not disrupting anything," you said softly. "I want you here, Jay."
He looked up at you with tired blue-green eyes. "You sure?" he asked.
"I'm sure," you said softly, kissing the top of his head. "Rest, bub. You look exhausted," you said softly.
"Goodnight, babe," Jason mumbled.
"G'night, baby," you whispered softly, both of you drifting away into a peaceful sleep.
I’ve got some drafts that I’m working on right now. Some more Leon, some Gwaine, some Johnny Storm but I’m gonna go to bed now because I’ve been up too late writing and I have work tomorrow.
Summary: Dad Leon cause why not? He has girl dad energy. Enjoy.
A/N: I write fanfic on my lunch hour. Fight me. Leon has girl dad energy. Let me know if you want a part 2 or have requests <3
Leon and you have 3 daughters, ages 10 (Charlotte), 6 (Eleanor), and 2 (Alice). They're Leon's world and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Leon never thought he would be a dad, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He loves having his daughters with him. A lot of the time when he comes home from work and you kick him and the girls out of the kitchen to make dinner, you find them curled up on the couch with Leon, watching a movie. Charlotte and Eleanor on either side of him and Alice in his lap.
Leon sees a lot of himself in your oldest and sometimes that scares him. Charlie wants to help, she has a strong sense of justice, and wants to protect the people she cares about, but he hopes she doesn't follow in his footsteps. Ellie is more like you, and your youngest is so full of love and energy, she loves to play outside and dig in the dirt. She has a little car that she loves to ride around in and is obsessed with it.
All of them have his blue eyes and his smile. It's the sweetest, especially when you take family pictures.
Waking up in the morning to find that Alice had crawled into your bed in the middle of the night, wedging herself between you and Leon, drooling on your pillows and hogging all the blankets.
Leon seeing Alice asleep and taking her onto his chest while you leaned on his shoulder, having a quiet morning while your older two girls sleep.
Leon spends a lot of time teaching them how to defend themselves, even from a young age, so much so that it feels a little overkill sometimes. He was the one that got to deal with the school when your oldest punched a boy in the face after he kept pulling on her hair and her shirt.
It was a solid punch, and you were both proud of Charlotte for standing up for herself. You both pretended to be mad to appease the principal and the other child's parents, and took your kids to get ice cream after.
Leon makes time for the two of you and you still have date night. You get a babysitter, or the kids go stay with your parents, or a family friend, and you get the house to yourselves for the night or you go out. Date night is something both of you hold very dear.
Leon keeps a picture of you and your daughters in his wallet and looks at it when he misses you or when he is having a hard day. It reminds him what he is fighting for, it gave him purpose after all the shit he's dealt with.
You have found Leon in his home office doing work on his computer while Alice naps on his chest multiple times. You can always tell because he only has a lamp on in the office and he'll hum while he works to help sooth her.
Doesn't quite understand ballet, but is still supportive of Charlotte and her dream to be a ballerina someday. He drives her to dance class every week. He takes Ellie to tee ball every week, and that's something he understands more. He volunteers to bring snacks to her practice a lot.
They have him wrapped around their fingers. "Daddy can we get a puppy?" They will be getting a puppy for Christmas. "Daddy can we go to the park?" The car is already packed. Ice cream? He takes them to get ice cream every Sunday afternoon because he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with them.
Leon's friends were still shocked by how much fatherhood changed him. He was a little jaded when he was with his friends, still confident, still quick witted, still the same sense of humor, but still so guarded. The old Leon came out when he saw you and your daughters. His smile would reach his eyes, he was soft and sweet, like the rookie cop he'd been some 15 years ago. All his walls came crumbling down for his family.
Protective dad. The most protective dad. Drives safer with your daughters in the car. Security system in the house. That puppy for Christmas? A Malinois he had trained to be a guard dog. His name is Goose.
Devoted husband and father Leon who still has his own issues and hard days. Days where everything weighs heavy on his mind, where he wants to disappear, his depression getting to him somedays. He'd seen a lot of things no one should ever have to see or experience and somedays it became a lot to carry.
Those were the days that Leon went out driving alone after dinner, whether it be in his car or on his motorcycle, the days where he'd come home and you'd find him with a glass of whiskey or a beer out on the porch, petting Goose. Those were the nights you knew that he slept restlessly no matter how you tried to help him, no matter how long you talked.
Leon confiding in you about his fears about failing as a father, even though you know he loves your girls too much to ever fail them. Leon protecting his family from the horror he deals with on a daily basis because he wants the world to be a better place for his daughters.
