CAGES OF GOLD

19!!

[cagesofgold]

Briar’s Garden

BRIAR// 19. She/her.

recents! // ‘Can’t resist’ trial fic - Leon K ‘ribbons’ - Leon K. ‘touch like nyquil’ - Leon K.

wips. // Can’t resist - Leon K. // Worth it - Gojo.

M.list

Rambles + reblog

closed mouths don’t get fed

borders by @/uzmacchiatto

[otakufilms]

i miss writing.

[doomedbylore]

[grlchrm]

Me during the whole 5 minutes of Finn Bennett playing a woke film student.

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[my-cup-of-coffeee]

we would be mass producing airbenders

[cagesofgold]

Genuinely no words. I am so weak for these bald men. Connie and Aang come here.

[sugarbunnyluv]

𓏵‧₊˚ ┊ʙᴜɴɴɪᴇ's ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴs :: ᴍᴀʀ. 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼

── ⟡ ʙᴜɴɴɪᴇ : here are the march recs !! as always, if any writers don't want to be tagged in these posts just lmk, and my reblog account is @bunniigrlism !! happy reading ^^

── ⟡ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ :

toji loves his girls a little shy, always has - @tojipie (<333) choso can last as long as you need him to - @/tojipie toji starts acting different when an audience is involved - @/tojipie heianera!sukuna takes on another concubine - @epicderpface emo!suguru and his pretty pink princess - @/epicderpface choso shares you with his roommate, suguru - @/epicderpface bf!geto taking care of you after you got your wisdom teeth out - @katsukiinanban best friend! higuruma finally fucking you for your twitter - @amortoru best friend! higuruma getting jealous of yours and camboy! toji’s collab - @/amortoru toji fushiguro loves marking you up - @divinestangel geto suguru has you cumming without having to move - @/divinestangel suguru geto says: "good puppies sit still" - @awnurheart your boyfriend, suguru, fucks the overthinking out of you - @smokinqhotvirgin service dom geto - @satorus-princess suguru is soo airport crush - @/satorus-princess brushing and styling suguru's hair - @/satorus-princess boyfriends!satosugu helping you relax - @feyrinnn sweet fratbf!sukuna taking care of you during your period - @starspenxcie (<333) bf!gojo is a yearner. i will die on this hill - @/starspenxcie sukuna giving praise - @splurtz mean!fratboy!toji and his shy!girlfriend - @sixxels (<333) cocky!nerd!gojo and his crush on shy!reader - @/sixxels mean!nanami x shy!reader - @/sixxels riding frat!kuna for the first time… - @notmclovinn strap god : yuki tsukumo - @/notmclovinn grumpy fratboy wants you to stay - @yerrmar jin itadori and sukuna fighting over the adorably shy!reader - @liliklei frat!jo finds you crying outside of a party - @warmlymei bsf!sukuna & his obsession with your twitter vids - @orchiuum nerdjo’s first time being a bf - @sukuje cuddling with gojo after being overwhelmed - @sweetieelilii (<333) sexually frustrated nerdjo cries while fucking your face - @storynette hiromi higuruma either sleeps like he’s dead or doesn’t sleep at all - @satoruswetgf when suguru’s soft during sex - @hervanillabby vampire!suguru can’t stomach the fact he hurt you last night - @polaroidsex fratoji looks like he’s in pain when he’s about to nut in you - @/polaroidsex clan heir!satoru - @nerdjoholic suguru + head - @rkkuna owner!nanami cockwarming his bunny girl - @toruuholic boyfriend!sukuna waking up to you eating cookies in bed - @yummidumplingss

── ⟡ ᴍɪsᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜs :

blah blah blah : jason todd - @luviery jason todd headcanons - @karaaeps nerd!clark kent - @always4supes leon got you flowers but ended up getting drenched in rain - @luvlystarr rookie cop!leon has a crush on the receptionist at the rpd - @breathinginyoursmoke off work leon - @cagesofgold wolf hybrid! leon - @leonsgfpost nurse off duty : leon kennedy - @clemenchives and they were both bottoms : leon kennedy - @leonniita carlos oliveira would be so vocal in bed - @chastiefoul

[cagesofgold]

off work leon…

off work leon…who spends his first few days home in a slow transition of tranquil mornings and restless nights. Tossing and turning through the early hours, until the sun rises through the curtains. The only constant being your warm skin. Your breathing, safe, body cuddled up next to him. Grounding him completely. A bubble of warmth emitting from your body and trapping him alongside it.

off work leon…who can’t get enough of you. The picture in his wallet not enough to satiate the hunger of a man starved from his wife for weeks. The minute you come through the door he’s on you. You’re barely able to register it before he’s tucked into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking deep marks into your skin.

off work leon…who…in the absence of excursions through grimy laboratories and abandoned hotels, starts to pick up extremely unimportant jobs. That man can’t sit still for longer than three days. And despite leaving him on the couch, he’s scrubbing the skirting boards by the time you’ve returned. He’s fixed the crooked leg on the ironing board you’ve been meaning to replace - and guess what! - Your neighbours squeaky front door? That’s fixed too. Now how about cleaning the toaster?

off work leon…who by day four is conceding to the Gen X curse which is Homescapes, Candy crush, and wordle. You’re at the office and this mf is sending you smirk emojis boasting that he got the wordle of the day in two tries. Not to mention, his homescapes levels are surpassing even that of Sherry’s - given the fact that you have repeatedly had to endure lengthy conversations about it between the two of them…

off work leon…who is the test subject for your new recipes. Despite only eating for sustenance whilst on the road, Leon is quite the adventurous eater, and is always up for trying everything you make. He loves all of it. And even when he doesn’t he keeps a strong smile on his face. The man has fallen off more building’s than he can count and kept his dignity, he can most certainly keep a straight face through an accidentally too salty bolognese.

off work leon…who has you late for work on multiple occasions. Whether it’s sneaking into the shower after you, hiking his hands up the back of your skirt as you fix yourself a coffee, or not even letting you rise from bed. He’s so used to being without you that when he has you all to himself, he can’t regain self control. He’s thrusting you into the kitchen counter with the feverent lust of a man half his age. But don’t get it twisted. This man has serious work etiquette. And despite you being late to drive your car, he’s strapping a helmet onto your head and weaving you through traffic on his bike before you can protest.

off work leon…who knows he soon has to go back on the road. And so before he does, he makes sure to do everything in his power to make it shorter this time. To take you out on dates, to clean and cook and care for you. And when he presses a kiss to your forehead, a gloved thumb rubbing soothing circles into your jaw. You know he’ll come home to you despite the odds.

He has to. And he won’t let anything stand in his way.

[cagesofgold]

off work leon…

off work leon…who spends his first few days home in a slow transition of tranquil mornings and restless nights. Tossing and turning through the early hours, until the sun rises through the curtains. The only constant being your warm skin. Your breathing, safe, body cuddled up next to him. Grounding him completely. A bubble of warmth emitting from your body and trapping him alongside it.

off work leon…who can’t get enough of you. The picture in his wallet not enough to satiate the hunger of a man starved from his wife for weeks. The minute you come through the door he’s on you. You’re barely able to register it before he’s tucked into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking deep marks into your skin.

off work leon…who…in the absence of excursions through grimy laboratories and abandoned hotels, starts to pick up extremely unimportant jobs. That man can’t sit still for longer than three days. And despite leaving him on the couch, he’s scrubbing the skirting boards by the time you’ve returned. He’s fixed the crooked leg on the ironing board you’ve been meaning to replace - and guess what! - Your neighbour’s squeaky front door? That’s fixed too. Now how about cleaning the toaster?

off work leon…who by day four is conceding to the Gen X curse which is Homescapes, Candy crush, and wordle. You’re at the office and this mf is sending you smirk emojis boasting that he got the wordle of the day in two tries. Not to mention, his homescapes levels are surpassing even that of Sherry’s - given the fact that you have repeatedly had to endure lengthy conversations about it between the two of them…

off work leon…who is the test subject for your new recipes. Despite only eating for sustenance whilst on the road, Leon is quite the adventurous eater, and is always up for trying everything you make. He loves all of it. And even when he doesn’t he keeps a strong smile on his face. The man has fallen off more building’s than he can count and kept his dignity, he can most certainly keep a straight face through an accidentally too salty bolognese.

off work leon…who has you late for work on multiple occasions. Whether it’s sneaking into the shower after you, hiking his hands up the back of your skirt as you fix yourself a coffee, or not even letting you rise from bed. He’s so used to being without you that when he has you all to himself, he can’t regain self control. He’s thrusting you into the kitchen counter with the feverent lust of a man half his age. But don’t get it twisted. This man has serious work etiquette. And despite you being late to drive your car, he’s strapping a helmet onto your head and weaving you through traffic on his bike before you can protest.

off work leon…who knows he soon has to go back on the road. And so before he does, he makes sure to do everything in his power to make it shorter this time. To take you out on dates, to clean and cook and care for you. And when he presses a kiss to your forehead, a gloved thumb rubbing soothing circles into your jaw. You know he’ll come home to you despite the odds.

He has to. And he won’t let anything stand in his way.

[leonarchive]

leon doesn't know what tiktok is until he gets posted by grace. and imagine his surprise when he finds out he went viral for being a hot old man.

[cagesofgold]

Grace dies when he does that thing where he accidentally takes a selfie of himself on the tiktok camera and posts it. Meanwhile it has 800,000 favourites and Leon doesn’t even know it’s up.

[cagesofgold]

Can’t teach an old dog new tricks…

After decades of drinking intense, instant black coffee, with four table spoons of coffee grounds - absolutely no cream or sugar - the last thing Leon expected to be doing on a Monday was trying something he could only equate to the drink equivalent of grass.

He grimaced.

“Mmph, jesus.” Stifling a cough, he inspected the plastic cup as if it was some sort of new virus strain. Eyes scanning over the branded logo with fancy calligraphy.

He swirled the drink around another few times. Taking another sip.

“Why are you still trying it if you don’t like it?” You laughed, greatly amused by watching your senior officer struggle his way through a white chocolate matcha with extra vanilla syrup.

“I never said I don’t like it.” He huffed, his large gloved hand engulfing the small cup with a rounded lid. A comical image as he sat across from you, seemingly regretting agreeing to try the drink you quietly nursed in the staff room moments before.

“I fear your face tells a different story, Leon.” You chuckled, crossing off the last box on the file you were swiftly making your way through. Albeit the process probably would have been a little quicker had it not been for the huffing across from you.

His eyes narrowed, staring at the drink like it was a sworn enemy of the past.

“It’s too sweet, but also tastes like weeds.”

“It does not taste like weeds.” You slid a hand down your face. This wasn’t exactly what you signed on for when you took the job at the DSO, that’s for sure.

He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“It’s sweet weeds.”

“Leon, no.”

He took another sip.

“Stop drinking all of it if you don’t like it!” You leaned over the table, swiping the drink out of his hand.

“Honestly, you come in here like a storm some days and other days it’s like watching a toddler.” You groaned, sipping the last of your drink.

The older man across from you let out a sigh, stretching out his arms, those muscles you couldn’t peel your eyes away from bulging against his navy shirt. That you were convinced, was a size too small.

His arms finally fell, his palms smoothing out his shirt and tucking the hem that rode up during his stretch into his utility belt.

“Just black coffee for me.” He smiled, finally getting up from the table, ruffling your hair as he walked past. “Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, huh?”

That was definitely true. Leon never faltered in his drink of choice. Always opting for the strongest, boldest, pungent smelling black coffee imaginable. You couldn’t teach him anything new, or get him to try much for that matter.

But every day since then, there was always a White chocolate matcha waiting for you on your desk.

Dividers by @/uzmacchiatto

@cagesofgold

[megumimania]

Getting back into writing is sooo freaking hard

[cagesofgold]

RESIDENT EVIL MASTERLIST

Leon. S. Kennedy:

ೃ⁀➷ ‘touch like nyquil’

ೃ⁀➷ ‘Just can’t resist’

ೃ⁀➷ ‘ribbons’

ೃ⁀➷ ‘can’t teach an old dog new tricks’

ೃ⁀➷ ‘off work leon’

borders by @/uzmacchiatto

[cagesofgold]

Just can’t resist…

Re9!Leon x rookie!leader

the ‘not a relationship man’, the resister. the persona wavers when the newest recruit for the DSO walks in. who just so happens to be assigned to the man with absolute complete self restraint. of course.

//fem!reader,age gap (reader is 30), swearing

Part one!

notes: Hey!! So, this is sort of a trial of a story I'd like to have. I've been getting over the craziest writing block for the past year and I'm trying to get myself back to where I was, but its a struggle. This is a sort of prologue to something I'd like to develop more, so if you have any criticism for the writing, Y/N, Leon, or any feedback, please let me know!! <3

w.c/1558

Leon was a careful man. A safe one. At least, he was when it came to building relationships. Translating to, he avoided them at all costs. He didn’t have the time he’d say. Was too out of practice, used to his own space. Didn’t have the will for trying to get them to understand why he stiffened at every plane that flew over his roof, or every abnormal twitch in a passerby. They couldn’t understand. They wouldn’t understand. And this method, builds a formidable wall of self restraint. That no sultry look, kind gesture or sugar sweet word could vault.

That is, of course, until he is assigned to you.

He wasn’t entirely sure what part of bioterrorism prevention made you so happy getting up in the morning. And when you were brought to him for the first time, blazer buttoned to the top and ironed within an inch of its life, he couldn’t help but find the ordeal mildly amusing. You were gushing over the most mundane details of the office that his eyes had automatically scanned right over. Your own desk organisers! Branded mugs! A bowl of hard boiled sweets that had melted to the plastic! Your glee never hindered. When his boss flashes him a hasty smile that says a thousand words, retreating to leave the two of you to inspecting the surprisingly high tech vacuum cleaner, his mind seems to retrace every moment of his life that led him to this point. This unfortunate point.

Your rambling seems to stop for a moment, your head swivelling upwards and your eyes gazing up at him with a look which harboured more confidence than he expected,

“It’s a pleasure to be here, sir.”

Oh, jesus.

It wasn’t how he expected his year to go. But the DSO were bringing more people on, and who better to lead them down the straight and narrow?

The last thing for the man who struggled to look at his own reflection needed, was more responsibility on his shoulders, he couldn’t shake the feeling of seeing you as another hinderance. It wasn’t personal, in fact, in some other life where he hadn’t stared death in the face every week, he maybe would have enjoyed your company. But your three pumps of vanilla syrup in your coffee, and daily ritual of greeting - every. single .person - in the office, cemented his view that you weren’t prepared. Your eagerness brought him back to a place thirty years ago that he didn’t want to revisit. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t dismiss the views he was building. It was all too familiar.

Your eyes held that same softness he lost in the mirror all that time ago. And it made some part of him that he could no longer recognise, twist deep inside of him.

This was gonna be a long five months.

“…I said that seemed extremely pessimistic, sir.”

A deep sigh shook the older man’s shoulders as he weaved in and out of traffic. You were sitting in the passenger seat, nursing a coffee from a sparkly travel mug as you tapped your fingers against your combat cargos.

The conversation had grew arms and legs after the radio station mentioned a missing man. 42 years of age, father of three. Leon with a grumble, said the chances of finding him now were low. The report having been filed four days ago.

“It’s not pessimistic, it’s realism.” He shot you a look, “It comes with experience. If they’re not found in five days, they usually aren’t in a state you’d want to find them in anyway.”

“Usually.”

His eyebrows furrowed, grip on the wheel tightening.

“Yes, usually. Always.”

“No, not always. Usually, meaning there’s still a chance.” You pushed him.

He looked at you again. Except this time it wasn’t annoyance, but something you couldn’t exactly figure out, but you got the sense that some day you would.

“Y/N, if you’re in this job you’re gonna need to lose that.”

“Lose what?”

“The hopefulness.” The car pulled to a stop. Yellow caution tape snapping the two of you out from your secluded conversation.

Outside two police officers began to approach the vehicle, gloved hands covering the firearm strapped to their waists. Leon winded his window down, swiftly picking up his badge from the centre console with nothing as much as a glance in your direction. You cast your attention to what resided outside the window. The caution tape was the final divider between a quiet street, and a decaying hotel. The plants which were unfortunate enough to end up on the border nearest it wilting, signs adorned in a thick layer of sludge and age. The walls contorting in on themselves, decades of architecture slinking away from something. Trying to hide.

Without a word to Leon, who was engaged in a conversation with the two officers, you hooked your fingers through the door handle and slipped out the vehicle. The cold air whipped past your face, a pungent smell swirling around your nostrils. One you hated. One you knew all too well. One that engulfed you in memories and that pulsing feeling in your throat.

Beyond the tape, a woman was sprawled out, veins a sharp black. Eyes a deep red. You knew it like the same virus pumped through your veins. Her face was crestfallen, features frozen in an expression of deep agony. A pool of crimson surrounding her scalp like some kind of fucked up halo. You could hardly remember a time when the world wasn't like this. And yet, your mugs still had sparkles on them, and you still looked for the sun.

“First time?”

You hadn’t noticed him even get out the car, too consumed in your thoughts. He asked you in a way that pissed you off. Faux kindest almost. You didn’t want it. You didn't need it. Not in the way he thought you did. Like a deer in headlights. Bambi, with his shaking legs. Wide set eyes. The same eyes that Leon was convinced were only full of innocence. Blissfully unaware that a much colder feeling choked behind that layer of innocence he took at face value.

“No.”

You ducked under the tape. Beginning your field notes. Every ounce of warmth that he thought made up your character, gone. Left behind the gaudy tape.

That was the first time Leon observed that change he grew to know so well. And when you returned to the DSO, finding you halfway through a sugared donut and laughing loudly had a wave of shock ride through his body. He just couldn’t figure you out. That friendliness became calculated. The warmth, cold. He just couldn’t understand it.

Maybe that's why he can't get you out of his mind.

"Your organisation is appalling, Leon."

He'd never gotten used to that in the four months you'd been under his mentorship. That day where the hesitant, 'Sir', became an entirely more confident bark of his name. And when you'd string it on to the end of a complaint, it irritated him how much it stirred something young inside of him.

"You're just hard to please." He retaliated, taking a sip out his mug as he was nose deep in a pile of paperwork. The back of his hand raising to shove his glasses a little further up his nose.

"Not to mention - these field notes are hardly detailed enough for what we attended." He gazed up at you for the first time in ten minutes, "You are trying to complete your training period, right?"

"Well," You hummed, stifling through more of his records that weren't coded in the slightest. "If I recall, that incident was one where you were in a pissy mood, and I was sent to sit in the car, while you finished up inside."

You turned to look at him, records in hand.

"I was certain you said you would complete the notes, sir."

God, what was wrong with him. Feeling like some lovestruck teenager.

He waved you off, gaze returning to the paperwork.

"Okay...dismissed."

"Can't I stay?" You quickly interjected.

That caught his attention.

He finally put his pen down, eyebrows furrowing.

"Stay? Why would you want to stay?" The man was truly perplexed. You always had him on his toes.

"Well, its interesting to be in your office finally after all this time. All these, well, records of stuff you've done."

"You sucking up to me, rook?" His head cocked to one side, eyes analysing you as if he was confused what it was you were trying to do.

"Not sucking up, just reinforcing the truth." You traced your finger across the DSO emblem on the book in your grasp. "I was really excited when I was assigned to you, you're the best of the best."

It washed over him like cold water, he didn't really know how to react. You standing there, pouring over his old missions, your hair done in that way he can never pull his eyes away from. Jesus. The way you sometimes talked like a robot. What was wrong with him?

He rose from behind his desk, picking his glasses up from his nose and placing them down atop the pile of paperwork he'd return to at some point.

"How about coffee instead?"

banners by @/enchanthings

[leonkennedysgrlfrndxo]

[leonkennedysgrlfrndxo]

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[cagesofgold]

me when leon is all that consumes my thoughts