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𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫.

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⑅ ׂ ❝ 𝖲𝖴𝖢𝖧 𝖠 𝖯𝖸𝖳, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ❞

𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘃𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁, 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗂’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌/𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋 ♡︎. [@ikeumiu is my main]

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𝐶𝖠𝖳𝖠𝖫𝑂𝖦𝖴𝖤 ♡ ︎

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* = mature themes, minors please do not interact unless it says otherwise.

DRABBLES ────

young & beautiful ──── leon s. kennedy

pink or pink ──── leon s. kennedy

ONESHOTS ────

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HEADCANONS ────

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PiNK or PINK

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝓞 ──── in which, being a girl dad to a teen was not as easy as leon thought it was, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

﹙ 835 ﹚ dad!leon x fem!r | 𝑓𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 + petnames teen daughter light swearing established relationship physical touch ﹗

💭 should i make more teen girl dad leon fics ft ryan or nah?? lmk!!

leon always thought that having a girl would’ve meant having an infinite amount of tea parties and glitter splattered all over his clothes at the end of the day. or having nail polish all over the carpet.

but it was so much more than that.

he’d forgotten that they grow up, and grow out of the easy things. they get older and suddenly want the latest jewelry or two new pairs of sandals every single week.

or when everything has to be specific and has to go their way, otherwise they’re locking themselves in their room for the rest of the day.

and in this case, it was one of the moments where his daughter wanted to over complicate things. they’d been standing in the same spot, in the same store for over twenty minutes—all because she couldn’t choose between two tops that were damn near the same shade of pink.

“ryan, honey, just pick something.” leon grumbled, watching as his 16-year old held out both tops again. she tossed her head back, groaning dramatically.

“i don’t know which one i like more!”

leon sighed, his hands shoved in his pockets. “they’re the same damn thing, just grab one and go.”

ryan continued her groaning and whining, wanting to just grab both of them. but leon had already told her that getting both wasn’t necessary, she already had enough clothes that could hardly even fit in her closet.

“dad, they’re not the same thing,” ryan spun around to face leon, an unamused look plastered on his face. she shoved both tops in his face to show their color.

she held the first one up, “this one is a warmer pink, look at the undertones”

leon stared at the shirt, and back at ryan.

“this one is cooler and slightly lighter, and i love light pink.”

“so, get that one, then.”

“but the other one matches my new purse—“

another sigh escaped leon as he watched his daughter whine and whimper over two items she probably already had in her wardrobe.

“alright,” he ran a hand down his face. “grab both.”

ryan’s pout quickly turned into a grin that resembled her mother’s, the sight nearly making leon melt. her eyes lit up, an icy blue just like his, but everything else about her was like he was looking right at his wife.

“thank you, daddy!” she shrieked, jumping up and down. “thank you, thank you!”

leon shook his head, unable to hide the smile that grew. he followed ryan as she led the way to another shelf, this one filled with shoes.

more expensive, leon thought.

“um, can i get my nails done after this?” ryan turned back to him, that same pleading look in her eyes.

he huffed. “just max out my credit card, why don’t ya’ .”

but he wasn’t mad. though he didn’t see the meaning of all this—couture and cosmetics—he knew it was what his baby girl loved. and whatever she loved and wanted, she got.

leon was sitting up against the headboard, glasses sliding down his nose as he read some article about porsche engines. the house was quiet, the sun had set and outside of their home, the sky had darkened with the occasional twinkle of constellations.

the bedside lamp was still on as his wife had joined him in bed, slipping her legs under the duvet before cuddling into his side.

“how was today?” she asked, her hand sliding up his arm slowly. leon shifted in his spot, leaning into her touch.

he sighs, “eh, like any other day. i say no, but she chooses to empty my wallet anyway.

his wife erupted in a fit of giggles, her own laughter causing leon to chuckle softly. her eyes fell to the paper article in his hand.

“she’s a young girl, it’s what they like to do.”

“mhmm, and did you always shop until your parent’s pockets were empty?” leon quizzed, peaking over his reading glasses to look at his wife. she met his gaze—a smile, just like ryan’s.

“well, uhm…”

“ah, so this is where she gets it from.” he snorted.

she suppressed a laugh, biting her lip as he went on.

“i mean,” he folded the article. “what happened to all the tea parties? and piggyback rides?”

his wife hummed, “she’s not 3 anymore, honey.”

leon took his glasses off, sighing. “sometimes i wish she was.”

he looked over to her again, turning his body to face hers. he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in.

“all these mall dates and nail appointments make me feel old.”

she reached up to hold his jaw, his stubble prickling her fingertips as she caressed his face.

“i know,” she smiled again, softly. “but she’s having fun with her favorite person.”

leon’s heart warmed at his wife’s words. he’d always joked about ryan making him go broke, but he didn’t mind. again, whatever she wanted, she always got. and as long as leon was around, that wasn’t going to change.

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Leon wanting to have more time with his baby girl. That is all.

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God my heart

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saw someone say that everyone always talks about dangerous michael & bad michael bc they’re colorist…. and it lowk makes sense

bc otw mike doesn’t get as much recognition, and ik i said this about how fine he was but it’s not even just that. that era in general does not get enough love for how iconic it was.

[plumppies]

I hate to be that person (I’m lying) but racism also plays a role in this. A lot of white fans live vicariously through Michael during the Dangerous onward eras because to them, that’s the closest resemblance he had to white people thus giving them a way to ‘relate’ to his greatness. This issue is also prevalent with the way white MJ fans act around his children but that’s a conversation I do not wish to hold in public.

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𝓨𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 & 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋. leon s. kennedy

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝓞 ──── the day you married leon, and the day he vowed to protect your life with his own.

﹙ 1,728 ﹚ re4!leon x fem!r | 𝑓𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 + emotional kisses marriage established relationship physical touch ﹗

💭 forgive me if none of this is traditionally accurate, i know nothing about weddings.

june 27, 2004

for anyone else, today was just another regular day. another day of waking up when the sun rises, slipping into work clothes and rushing out the door. another day of hearing the same gossip from coworkers and opening emails from a week ago.

the noise of everyday life rushing around them as they watch the clock, hoping that the day would soon end.

but for you, it was the opposite. you watched the clock out of nervousness, hearing the voices of the photographer and stylists as they rush in and out of the bridal suite.

for you, the day was filled with your stylists poking and prodding at your sides, to make sure the dress that you carefully selected, was perfect for the ceremony.

this was the moment you’d been waiting for, the one you’d dreamt about in your teenage years. a dream that both you and leon shared together, that was finally happening.

the makeup artist stood in front of you, your mother on your side as she held your hand tightly.

“talk to me, honey. how are you feeling?” she asked. you gripped her hand tighter, glancing at the clock once more.

the hand was near 12.

you took a breath, “i…i don’t know, i’m scared, but happy? i think?”

she smiled at you, her eyes crinkling at the sides.

“love is not something to be unsure of. you love him, don’t you?”

you nodded.

“so why worry, hm?” she patted your arm gently.

it wasn’t that you didn’t love leon. you loved him with all your heart and more, you knew that and he knew that. it was simply the fact that everything was happening so fast—but not in a way that you didn’t want.

“it just feels like i’m dreaming, mom, li…like none of this is real.” you spoke again, your voice wavering.

you turned your head for a moment, looking at her.

“i know it sounds stupid—“

“y/n,” her voice cut in. “i get it, i do.”

those few words gave you a sense of relief, somewhat slowing your heart rate.

today was the start of something beautiful—the start of a journey that would be filled with love, joy, and loyalty. something that wasn’t necessarily new between you and leon but on a different level.

you exhaled slowly, your left hand smoothing the bottom of your dress out.

the makeup artist finished her touch-ups, stepping back to admire you and her work.

you closed your eyes, trying your best to keep calm. you tuned out the noise around you, everyone shuffling and giving each other orders as twelve o’clock approached.

you wondered if leon felt the same thing—slightly overwhelmed but eager at the same time. you could imagine him in his crisp black suit, his hands in front of him as he waited patiently. his hair slightly falling in his face, lips pressed in a thin line.

and just as you were about to silently wish you could see him soon, your mother squeezed your hand.

“y/n, honey. it’s time.”

you opened your eyes, your bridesmaids now standing by you, all three of them smiling at you.

your veil was tucked neatly in your hair, your mother reaching around to bring it down to cover your face. she stood far off to the side now with everyone else, the corners of her lips turned up into a small smile.

you were soon ushered out of your suite, everyone getting to their places as the ceremony was about to begin. your bridesmaids lined up in front of the door, your father at your side now, his arm hooked around yours.

he was already just as emotional as you, his hands trembling as you both waited.

you didn’t say anything to him just yet because he’d already began tearing up the moment he saw you and you didn’t want to be the next to cry, not now.

not just because of him, but you know you’d make yourself tear up as well. anything that left your mouth would have been too sentimental or sappy for anyone to take, so you’d save it for the altar.

the music began for everyone that was lined up in front of you, the doors opening for them to make their entrance before yours.

you gripped your father’s arm just a little tighter as more of your wedding party made their way through the large doors.

“you ready?” your father asked quietly.

you hummed, “more than ready.”

the other music stopped, and the bridal chorus began.

your heartbeat became louder the moment you took your first few steps toward the entrance. the guests turned in their seats, watching as the doors opened once more and you walked in.

the life you had always wanted with leon seemed to be right at the end of the aisle, at the altar where he stood waiting.

everything was just beginning.

he was standing by the wedding officiant just as you imagined him. his hands clasped together neatly, his suit clean and pressed.

he watched closely as you approached the altar and the closer you got to him, the more you could see the look in his eyes.

he was enamored.

he looked at you as if you were the one thing that gave him life, the only thing that kept him breathing. you were his reason.

you took a few more steps and stepped up to the altar, handing off your bouquet before finally standing in front of him. you looked up at leon, to find him looking down at you. his eyes twinkling, tears forming at the brim of them.

his lips parted as he took a breath.

no words or scribbled vows on a wrinkled piece of paper could explain how he was feeling in that moment. he never thought he’d find himself here, standing in front of the one person who understood him the most, preparing to make a life-long commitment.

leon never thought he’d see this day, but it was here. and of all things, of all the choices he’s made in his life, he was sure this was the best one.

“hello, and welcome,” the officiant’s words sounded distant, neither you or leon could hear him. you were in your own space, tuning everyone else out.

you send leon a small smile as you both stare at each other.

“can i hold your hand?” you mouth to him, holding your freshly manicured ones out for him.

he simply nodded, his eyes never moving from yours. you took his hands in yours, rubbing the back of them, giving him some comfort.

if anything, leon was probably more nervous than you. he was never big on emotions or being too vulnerable, yet this was the most vulnerable thing he’d done.

he didn’t want to mess anything up or say the wrong thing at the wrong time. in his eyes, everything needed to be perfect. perfect for you. perfect for both for you.

he held onto your hands tightly, his fingers slightly trembling against yours.

“leon kennedy, do you take y/n l/n to be your lawfully wedded wife to live together in matrimony? will you love, honor, and cherish her in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

leon swallowed, his feet instinctively shuffling him closer to you.

“i do.”

your eyes begin to sting.

“and do you, y/n l/n, take leon kennedy to be your lawfully wedded husband to live together in matrimony? will you love, honor, and cherish him in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”

“i do.” you say softly, swallowing the lump that’s forming in your throat. you keep leon’s hands in yours, squeezing them occasionally.

the officiant asks for the vows, and that’s when leon can’t contain himself anymore.

“y/n,” he says as his tears spill over, rolling down his cheek one by one.

“i promise to love you,” he pauses, sniffling quietly. “to support you, to protect you.”

you don’t even realize that your own tears have fallen, until you hear coos from the guests as they watch the both of you weep quietly.

“to protect you with my life,” leon continues. “to make sure you never have to look over your shoulder.”

the officiant gives a small smile at leon’s words, nodding as he reassured him that it was okay to go on.

“and to be your best friend, for all the days of my life.”

by now, your face was soaked with tears and you were sure your mascara was smudged, but it didn’t even matter. nothing else mattered after you heard those words.

“leon,” your voice was hoarse as you sobbed.

“i promise… i promise to love you, to support you, to protect you,” leon chuckles at the last part, remembering how you would always tell him that he could train you so you could learn to protect him as well.

“and to be your best friend for all the days of my life.” you finish off with more tears, trying to hold them back but failing terribly.

the officiant was handed the rings, readying for the exchange. you each placed the ring on each other’s finger, laughing as you struggle to slide it onto leon’s.

“having proclaimed your love and commitment to one another in the eyes of everyone gathered here, and by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife.”

you look back up at leon one more time.

“you may now kiss the bride.”

and he leans in, his lips pressing against yours in a soft, chaste kiss. your hands come to hold the sides of his face as you press your body into his. everyone around erupts in cheers and applause, some of them having a few tears stream down their faces as well.

as you break apart slowly, leon holds onto your waist.

“i swear, no matter what, i’ll protect you.” he whispers.

you nod, pecking his lips. “i know.”

the officiant smiles once more, his hands behind his back.“family and friends, it is my distinct honor to present to you for the very first time: mr. and mrs. kennedy!”

the applause become louder as they watch you and leon lean in again.

“i love you,” he says. “with everything in me.”

and he’s loved you, unconditionally, ever since.

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saw someone say that everyone always talks about dangerous michael & bad michael bc they’re colorist…. and it lowk makes sense

bc otw mike doesn’t get as much recognition, and ik i said this about how fine he was but it’s not even just that. that era in general does not get enough love for how iconic it was.

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where’s the afro era michael fics at?? I’m thirsty for that neoowww