warnings: mob boss leon, he might be ooc, violence, fluff, my shitty humor and writing, english isnt my first language, yn was kind of an airhead at first (she just minds her business), fem!reader, but no other mentions of what she may look like, slight angst, abrupt ending bc i dont know if it would be worth it to do another part, lots of hugs and kisses, wrote this while tipsy
a/n: lots of beer!!!! let me know if anyone wants another part to this? idk. also im trying to make my blog pretty, what do yall think? anyway. have fun pookies! likes, comments and rbs are appreciated!!
You had always been somewhat of an outcast growing up and in college. You weren't really experienced in relationships either. You're not exactly sure how you managed to pull someone like Leon. He was rich and it felt like he had swept you off your feet when he walked into the small coffee shop you worked at, asking to speak with the owner. When you first saw him, you were intimidated, but he spoke to you kindly, unlike 99% of the usual bitchy customers you had to deal with. He had asked you out to dinner one of the times he had dropped by to meet with your boss, flanked by some armed men. You thought he was just rich rich, and he probably needed the protection, or something? It wasn't your business, anyways, but you reluctantly accepted his offer.
Since then, it had been almost a full year, and he had introduced you to his whole, very large, family. The aunties and uncles were all so sweet and welcoming to you, your oblivious nature amusing them greatly.
Because, you see, Leon wasn't just some rich eccentric man. Neither was his family. He was the head of Passione, one of the most prevalent mafia gangs in the city. And those âsweetâ uncles and aunties you had met and always loved to chat with were high ranking members of it. After the death of his parents, he was the sole inheritor of the role of âbossâ, one which he had to accept, despite his hesitations. With him as the head, Passione had prospered greatly, and he had strict rules about their dealings, especially the drug kind, prohibiting all members from selling to children and vulnerable people, like mothers. And even though, at first, the other high ranking members had protested such rules, when business kept booming, they all accepted his decree. He had proven to be quite an adequate leader, ruthless when he needed to be, and cold and calculated when the time called for it.Â
He had worked hard to keep the family's name clean, the cops being kept happy with bribes to look the other way, and successful businesses, like the coffee shop you still worked at, to launder their large shares of money. He had worked even harder, however, to keep you out of his world. He didn't want to taint you, you see. He wanted you to see him as your sweet Leon, the man who didn't hesitate to spend hundreds of dollars on you, much to your frantic pleading and hesitation of accepting his gifts.
Things were great between you two, truly.Â
Until, one day, Leon heard whispers from some of his informants. About you. Digging into the family, the history of Passione, anything and everything you could get your hands on, apparently. To say he had been displeased, would be an understatement. You were an honorary Kennedy by this point, so to be told that you were a spy, a mole? It was gut wrenching. He planned to confront you in this family get together.
He had watched you all evening, chatting with the uncles and aunts, happily exchanging recipes and shyly telling them about your life when asked, his mood becoming worse and worse. You had to be quite a good actress to be able to play this role so convincingly.
He approached you, placing a small kiss atop your head as his arm snaked around your waist, the action feeling hollow to him as he sipped on some whiskey. How could you do this to him? Make him fall for you, only to betray him.
âYou have some explaining to do, amore,â he smiled, though it did not reach his eyes.
You looked at him in confusion, âhm? I do?â
His grip on the glass tightened slightly, his eyes searching yours for any deception. You look so innocent and lost, genuinely confused about his question. He let out a huff of a laugh, the sound sarcastic rather than amused. âDont play coy with me, amore, it doesn't suit you.â
He doesn't want to embarrass you to the rest of the family, but he is seething. The high ranking members that attended this gathering were already waiting for him to bring you to his office to interrogate you. They couldn't tolerate any moles, period, end of story. âYouve been digging. Tell me, what exactly were you hoping to find?â
He had been steering you towards his office ever so slowly, so neither you, nor the rest of the cousins, would be alerted to it.
âDigging? I don't own any shovels, Leon???â
He stared at you for a beat too long. For a second, he wonders if you truly are this dense, or if you're just that great of an actress. The way you stare at him, all wide eyed and lost, would usually have him cooing at you sweetly, but he can't, with what he's been told. âRight. Very funny,â he deadpans as he keeps guiding you slowly towards his study. âYou can play the oblivious sweetheart all night if you want, amore. It might work on others, but not on me. So, let's try again. What have you been looking for in my family's history?â
You were getting more and more stressed and confused the more he kept asking. What the fuck was he on about?? âFamily's history?â you felt as lost as when he brought you with him to lunches with his uncles, where they spoke in italian and you just sat there blinking like a frog. âI am so confused, what are you talking about?â
He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his temper down, exhaling a slow, controlled breath. He had immense patience, hell, he was known for it, but right now you were finding his last nerve and tap-dancing on it. âGod, you are something else.â
He finally pushes the door to his study open, pulling you in with him and pushing you down in one of the chairs. The aunts and uncles that were oh so fondly chatting with you moments prior, now all looked like calculated people, there to decide your fate. The atmosphere is suffocating, the scent of leather and expensive whiskey thick in the air. Trish a tall older, no-nonsense woman, his aunt, who ran the execution squad, Bruno, a shorter man in his late 50s, dressed in an eccentric white suit, his uncle, who ran the bodyguard squad, and Narancia, the uncle responsible for the âspecial unitâ, who intercepted traitors and protected the Boss, Leon, were all there, waiting.
You felt your face grow warmer and warmer the more they questioned you. You had truthfully answered every question they threw at you, hands trembling in your lap. You tried to explain that you thought they were a very intense family of business people, a heavy silence fell over the room. They were all scrutinizing your every facial expression and move, searching for the lie, but, no, you weren't lying. You truly believed that.
âShe's⊠she's serious,â Leon mutters as he looks at everyone else in the room. âShe actually has no idea.â
You were so stressed from being put on the spot this much, that you had started crying quietly, the tears slipping down your face gently as you shook and tried to fold in on yourself.
You weren't the poised femme fatale they all had expected; you were just a girl caught up in a mess. âLook at her,â Bruno muses. âSheâs too soft for this. Itâs clearly a setup. Someone fed Leon this false information to throw him, and us, off their scent. If she's a spy, then she's the most convincing one we've seen yet.â
âHow about we keep her under surveillance,â started Narancia, âif she truly is innocent then it shouldn't matter. It would give us time to find the traitors as well as make sure she is no mole.â
They all agreed to it. Talking as if you weren't there. First of all, rude! Second of all, why would anyone want to frame you?? You were just a waitress. But since you had apparently managed to bag the whole damn Boss, maybe you were better than you knew. The rest of the evening was a whirlwind for you. Leon practically whisked you off to his penthouse after shortly stopping by your small apartment to grab things you would absolutely, 100% need whilst you were being surveilled. You two had gone to bed, you had been mostly silent the whole time, the disbelief of the whole situation making your head spin.
It was just all unreal.
âWhy didn't you tell me about this?â you asked after another long moment of silence as you lay in bed next to him.
He shifted to lay on his back, an arm under his head, gazing up at the ceiling. âI didn't want you to see me any different.â
âBullshit,â you snapped.Â
He sighed deeply, turning his head to look at you. âI'm sorry, I just⊠I wanted to keep you out of this world⊠it was selfish of me, in retrospect.â
You hummed and moved to cuddle up against him, laying your head on his chest, your arm resting over his heart. âAt least you're self aware, I guess?â
He chuckled and brought you in closer against him. âSo, you're not mad?â
âI hate being lied to, even by omission, you know that, honey,â you looked up at him. The moon illuminated his features perfectly, making him look softer, younger somehow, his expression was soft and burdened by guilt, he was probably overthinking everything. Feeling guilty that you had been targeted like this, because of him. âBut,â you continued, âif you promise to be honest with me about everything from now onâŠâ
âI do. Iâm so sorry you got mixed up in all this I-â
You cut him off by pressing a finger against his lips. âHey, no overthinking. I'll be okay! This is an extended vacation, kiiind of. I didn't do anything, I believe that will be proven.â
He nodded and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. âI know. I shouldn't have doubted you. You gave me no reason to, amore.â
You hummed and nuzzled your face in his chest. âGod, I can't believe how clueless I was!â
Your giggle made him smile softly. âIt's cute, maybe a little concerning, but cute.â
âHey! I just mind my business!â
âMhm,â he smiled, his hand moving to play with your hair. âGoodnight, I love you.â
âLove you too,â you reached up to kiss him, then settled back down for sleep.
The rest of the week had been quiet, mostly. Leon had told you they had rounded up all the informants who fed the false information to him and had them interrogated thoroughly. You didn't ask for any specifics of that, because to be truthful, you weren't sure you could really stomach the details. Especially after Leon opened up and told you a lot of things about the gang, its history, his history, now unpolished and fully out in the open. You were sad that he had been forced into such a role, but this was the world. And at least he had made an effort to clean up the streets to the best of his ability. You weren't blind to the crimes happening around the city, nor were you blind to the fact that there were many crime organizations rooted deep in the city, but you never would've believed that you had just stumbled upon such a thing and bewitched the ring leader. Life was funny.
During the week, when Leon wasn't around, his men were. You managed to befriend them, somehow, to their surprises, as well as yours. It's not like you did it out of a hidden motive of whatever, you just felt bad watching them stand around watching you, while you sat and binged your stupid crime drama series on totally legal websites online. So when you didn't do that, you would bake, and of course use the henchmen as your guinea pigs, taste-testing everything. They seemed to enjoy the small breaks and would often ask about how you were holding up. It was nice of them.Â
You also kind of accidentally found where Leon kept his guns. As in, hidden for an emergency, guns. Wild shit. You truly were going through life like an airhead before the big confrontation. The newest one was in the bathroom, you were looking under the sink cabinet for toiletries when your hand touched something cold. Metallic and cold. With shaky hands you took it away from its spot, bringing it out of its hiding spot to examine it. You hadn't expected it to feel so heavy. Was this really necessary? You don't think so. But if it helps ease Leon's paranoia, then what the hell, sure. You made a mental note of its location and put it back in its spot. Maybe you would bring it up with Leon? It put you into a lot of thought, which thankfully helped the afternoon pass by faster.
A little long after, Leon came back. You heard him come in, as well as heard the voices down the corridor, probably talking to the henchmen (Mista and Fugo, they were neat!) before he came into the bedroom, where you were, sprawled out in bed in your cute pajamas, watching some long video essay about one of the video games you loved. You perked up as soon as he entered and shut the door behind him, smiling and making grabby hands at him. âHi honeyyy!â
He smiled back and started undoing his tie as he approached you, throwing his suit jacket away on the ottoman bench against the foot of the bed. âHi amore,â he leaned down to kiss you, just a peck (BOOO LAME) and straightened up again. âHow was your day?â
âAll good! I think I'm boring Fugo to death though,â you laughed softly. âHow about you?â
âBetter than the alternative,â he hummed and continued, âthe usual.â
âOhh so cryptic,â you teased, which made him flush slightly (if your eyes weren't deceiving you).
âYeah yeah,â he rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand, trying to hide his embarrassment. âIâll go shower, and thenâŠâ
You pressed your palm against his mouth to stop him from finishing his sentence and interrupted him, âno! Behave! The guys will hear!â
Your outburst made him laugh loudly as he gently guided your hands away from his mouth, but not before kissing them. âYes ma'am, but don't think I'll forget this once this whole mess is cleaned up, yeah?â
âUh-huh, now shoo, scram!â
He gave you a mock salute as he backed off away from the bed to grab his pajamas and whatever else he would need for his shower.
After his quick shower, he came straight to bed and cuddled up against your back, his arms circling around you, his face nuzzling the back of your neck. âI am pent up, you know?â
âI know honey,â you coo, unable to help yourself, âjust be patient, okay?â
He hummed against your skin and pressed a kiss at the nape of your neck.Â
You were going to ask him if they had managed to find anything new, but alas, when you turned to look at him, his eyes were closed and his breathing was even. Since he always worked until exhaustion and often went without sleep for long periods of time, you didn't bother him.Â
You grabbed your phone and decided that scrolling through tiktok until you fell asleep would be ideal. After an hour or so of scrolling, you carefully untangled yourself from him to go use the bathroom. Thank fuck he had a fancy ass en-suite one, otherwise youd have felt utterly ridiculous walking past the guys with your skimpy nightwear on. The hour was late, the wind was cool as it wafted in from the open bedroom window, but they wouldn't sleep so it would be a risk. You sneaked off to the bathroom after taking a long look at how Leon slept, he had subconsciously moved to your spot in your absence, it made your heart clench (and you're sure it wasn't from the suspected heart issues this time).
You didn't turn the light on, so it wouldn't bother him and your movements were very quiet. You had left the door ajar, and after you were done you opened it just as quietly. Only to be met with a stranger leaning over Leon, a knife against his throat, you could just about make out that they hadn't done any damage. The figure seemed to be monologuing, something about âGod willing it soâ or what have you. You couldn't let this stranger hurt him. You couldn't.
You wouldn't.
Your mind was hazy, but your movements were calculated and silent as you reached for the hidden gun. You felt like someone else was controlling you. It all happened so quickly. You didn't even think when you pulled the trigger right as the figure tried to make their move. The gunshot was loud, your eyes were closed, your fingers trembling, but the loud thud! and the following sound of the knife hitting the floor were enough to finally wake Leon up.
He shot up from bed, panting as he reached for the light, only to be met with carnage. Mista and Fugo burst into the bedroom, their eyes wild, guns up, looking around the room to see what had caused the sound. âWhat the hell happened!?â
Leon's brain finally kicked into gear, his voice loud and authoritative as he ordered his men to search the body as he shot up from the bed and came to you slowly, palms raised up not to startle you.Â
Your eyes were wide, your lips parted as your actions caught up to you. You had shot a man. To protect Leon. Oh god.
Oh god.
With trembling hands you set the gun down on the floor, scared that if you let it drop it would backfire, then bolted back into the bathroom. You locked the door and then went straight to vomit.
Leon sighed in frustration, at himself, as he picked the gun up off the floor. If he hadn't let his guard down and had stayed up instead you wouldn't have been put in this position. With agitated moves he handed the gun to Mista and started calling the rest of the family to alert them of this. He didn't want to overwhelm you more, so he decided to give you space.
But god, deep down? He was glad you had protected him. Not because that meant he kept his life, but also because that was attractive as fuck. He'd never admit it out loud though, even he knew that was messed up.
The important members of the family were there within the hour. You could hear them all through the bathroom door. Their sheer disbelief at what you had done. You were on the bathroom floor, rocking yourself back and forth, the only thought in your brain being âhe's safe, he's safe, he's safe.â
They were all saying how âthe traitor had finally revealed himselfâ but all you could think of was what would've happened if you had frozen up. He would've died instead of that stranger. The thought alone made you sick again. It was a confusing mixture of feelings, the weight of having taken someone's life versus the fact that Leon would be gone now if you hadn't done what you did. You were⊠okay with that. How messed up did that make you? Being okay with killing a man, over having to mourn your man?
You eventually managed to pull yourself together enough to leave the bathroom. The bedroom was quiet, everyone must've moved to the study to discuss what they would do. You walked over to the spot. The man was gone. They would probably dispose of him, make an example out of him even. It made sense, with what Leon had told you.
You stared blankly at the bloodstain on the carpet. It was a deep color. Kind of pretty, if it hadn't been inside someone not even a full hour before.Â
Trish came to you, by herself, guided you to the bed to sit, and patiently asked you what happened. All the details. She left you with a few kind words, told you how they would make this disappear and that you had nothing to worry about.
You had just murdered someone but you had nothing to worry about? Really?Â
You kept staring down at the dark bloodstain. You didn't hear Leon make his way back into the room after everyone cleared out. He sat beside you on the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He didn't say anything as he pulled you to his chest, his hand combing through your hair in a soothing manner. He didn't say anything when you softly began to cry (again), he just held you.
summary: leon gets transported into another universe, coming face to face with himself and... you!?
warnings: this is whacky, fluff, humor, two Leon S Kennedys fighting over you, yes, YOU! gender neutral reader, no use of yn, english is not my first language, mentions of suicide, maybe a little of an abrupt ending?
pt1 is here!
a/n: the other one flopped, ughh, anyways, have fun reading, likes, comments and rbs are appreciated!
It was a day like any other. The summer sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping, people were outside enjoying it, and then there was you. You had just gotten back home from the DSO, where you worked as one of their analysts. Your (weirdly close) best friend, Leon, was away on an assignment, which made you worry for him, like always, but you two had developed this little ritual where after a mission he would drop by to see you first.
He always had hated going back to his empty apartment.Â
You put some music on, changed into comfortable clothes and got started on your chores. You had been putting off doing them for a while, so you forced yourself into it.
MeanwhileâŠ
What the fuck!? Leon stood up, posture rigid, as his eyes stared back at him. Like, as in, another Leon. Staring at him in disbelief. He took a glance around, it was a facility, sterile and cold, compared to where he was previously.Â
âWho the fuck are you?â asked Leon. well, the younger one. âHow is this possible?â Younger Leon poked at him in the cheek. Older Leon swatted his hand away. This was really starting to get confusing. Oh god. Mitosis!?Â
âBetter question is, how did I get here,â older Leon asks his younger self.Â
âShit, I dont know, i got hit with this,â younger Leon kicks at the dismantled gun thing(???) next to a mutated, now deceased, man. âIs this some kind of joke or??â
âNo, I am here,â mutters older Leon as he kneels down to pick up the gun and take a better look at it.Â
âYou look like shit,â huffs younger Leon as he observes his older self fiddling with the gun.
âYeah, yeah,â grumbles older Leon.Â
Older Leon explains how he got here, the weird portal thing and then losing consciousness, as younger Leon explains how he was on this assignment to stop an ex-umbrella mad scientist from unleashing bullshit into the world. They were both in disbelief at this turn of events. And the gun was busted, so he couldn't go back. He was fucked.
The younger Leon had to smuggle his old self back, because if any of the officials learned of this, he would never see the light of day again. He would probably be some lab rats experiment, and he didn't want to spend the rest of his life in some facility. So, he did the most logical thing he could think of.Â
The silence in the car felt weird. For a man used to it, to the wait and the long periods of time he went without talking, this was unfamiliar. To both of them. To the older man, this whole situation was bizarre. I mean, he literally had JUST gotten home after the RC fiasco. It was just his luck to be pulled into this other reality (???) just as he was settling down and relaxing. To the younger Leon, it was much of the same, but he had been looking forward to spending some time cuddling you and kissing you (totally normal best friend activity) in your creaky bed, surrounded by your scent, before he had to go back home and face the stifling quietness of his life once more. This little⊠complication had thrown a wrench in his plans. Kind of? I mean, he was currently driving to you, like he had planned, but there was his older self sitting in the passenger seat, so there was that. How the hell was he supposed to explain this to you!?Â
He pulled over to your small home at the outskirts of the city and just sat there for a moment. âDonât be weird,â he said as he unbuckled his seatbelt, throwing a stern look at his older self. âI mean it.â
Older Leon nodded and did the same, but he did wonder what his younger self had meant by that. I mean, what could he possibly be âweirdâ about?
They both exited the car, and older Leon trailed behind his younger self, quietly taking the scene in. The house was small and it seemed like there was a backyard to go with it, the neighborhood quiet, much akin to his own home. Would he ever get to see it again? He hoped so, despite the quietness of it, it was his home, where he had kept all your things, and he would've loved to go back to it. He also hadn't visited your grave this week, he didn't get around to it, between his sickness-the T-Virus-and life being busy, he wanted to just chat with you and put fresh flowers in.Â
Younger Leon knocked on the door, odd, and waited with bated breath. They both did. And then, a loud THUD! followed by muttered curses and the door opening and-Â
âHi, Leon, oh my god I tripped and almost-!â
He could not NOT be weird about this. He gaped at you, mouth open, eyes wide, and he stood frozen there. You. You were alive. You gaped at the two Leons. Uh? Two Leons? Would this affect the trout population??? No, silly, but it would the zombie population!
âUh, hey, sweetheart,â greeted your Leon (the younger one, and wait, since when was he YOURS!? Shut up brain) âI, uh, am in quite a situation,â he chuckled awkwardly. âCan we come in?â
You blinked at them both slowly. Maybe the three cups of coffee and four energy drinks you had knocked back had finally done you in. You nodded slowly, feeling slightly dizzy. They made their way inside (taking their shoes off, older Leon just copied whatever his younger self did), and you went and sat on the couch staring at the older man, then back at your Leon.Â
The older Leon also had been feeling lightheaded. You were here, alive and warm and everything you were not where he came from. That lucky bastard, his younger self. Fuck that guy. He hates that guy. (Is he really jealous of his other self!?)
Your Leon stood awkwardly in the middle of your living room explaining their bizarre situation, the older one behind him a few paces, staring right at you. Was he trying to look into your soul?? It was off-putting. Did he have his own version of you where he came from? Why did he keep staring? You also kept glancing from one Leon to the other, your mind drifting and tuning out Leon The Firsts (laugh out loud?) explanation. Damn, he aged like fine wine. You wanted to climb him like a tree. Well, that was true for both of them, but holy shit, older Leon was a DILF. Wait, did he even have kids where he came from? Your head tilted to the side, your own staring at him getting more intense the more lost you became in your own thoughts. Was he still as noisy as he was now when you two kissed? Would he even let you kiss him? What? Get it together??? You were thirsting over a man at least a decade older than you. Well, who cares, look at that face, you wanted to take his boxers off with your teeth and-
âHey! Are you even listening to me?â your Leon snapped his fingers in front of your face, startling you out of your intense day-dreams.Â
âTotally?â you shrug, your gaze snapping back to him. He huffed a laugh and combed a hand through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief.Â
âI know this is a lot to take in, believe me,â he continues, âbut, we might need your help.â
âWhat the fuck am I supposed to do??? I'm no scientist!â
The older Leon chuckled at your outburst. You're sure you almost came from just the sound. Oh god, a sexy old man. You were doomed. âHow about you help us look into the scientist's background, hm?â
His voice was gruff, but also like velvet. You wanted to sit on his fa- Stop.Â
âOh! Yeah, no, yeah, sure,â you stuttered out, immediately getting to work on it, it would at least stop you from spiralling into your nasty ass thoughts. Your Leon, your sweet, grumpy best friend, who occasionally made out with you, was right here, and you were thirsting over the older version of him!? Rude. You whore! You could feel the warmth spreading in your cheeks. Laptop time!!!
As you scurried off to your office, the two Leons remained in your living room, pacing around. The older man was in awe. This wasn't The Apartment you took your life in, this was another home. Had that event somehow been avoided here? How did this Leon do it? Maybe you were in a better place mentally here than you had been in his world? He had so many questions for you, but would revealing the other youâs fate to you here set in motion a whole different fate for you? It probably wouldn't be wise of him to speak too openly.
Leon glanced at him as he paced. Still weird as fuck to have his younger self looking at him. âYouve been awfully quiet. And weird.â
âMe? Weird? Never,â the older man shrugged and took one of the framed pictures from a shelf to examine it. It was a photo of you and him, when you were both younger. It seemed that you two had met much earlier in this universe. How interesting. Did you two also share the same bond he and you had back home? âYou two close?â
â...Yeah,â younger Leon nods. âWhat about you? Did you know her, too?â
The older man's throat tightens, his vision blurring slightly as he keeps staring at the picture of you two together, smiling happily. âYeah.â
On the other side of the house, you sat behind your desk, buried in research, trying to find anything you could on the scientist and his connections. You hadn't found that much, just his social security number, where he graduated, where he worked when he was a young researcher (umbrella, yikes), his bank statements and such. He had received a large amount of money recently, which was what had set Leon's assignment in motion, but that was all you had. You traced the information of the person who made said payment, but it led you on a loop of offshore accounts and shell corporations. Just great, you had nothing. Searching the web for âinterdimensional travel devices for saleâ would certainly not bring you anything of substance, just the chatter of crazy people online, so you didn't even bother. You looked into the shell corporations some more, their founders names not existing anywhere, this whole operation was practically non-existent. How would you two manage to send the DILF Leon back?? The poor guy would probably be stuck here for good.Â
To really help him, you'd have to get the government involved, but doing so would risk everything. Because what if they chose to keep him here, experiment on him, or worse, put him to work like they did with your Leon. He didn't deserve that! Your Leon didn't either.
You were so absorbed with looking into things that you didn't notice the two men coming into your small office space.
The older Leon still just quietly, almost reverently, stared at you. Would it be weird if he asked to hold you? Would his younger self allow it? Knowing himself, no. He wasn't outwardly jealous, but he was a person, and from observing how the younger man acted with you, he knew he'd never allow it.Â
Your Leon cleared his throat, making you yelp in surprise at their presence. âDid you find anything?â
You composed yourself and shook your head. âNo, it's just a whole load of nothing, sadly.â
âIt's okay. It was expected,â older Leon smiled reassuringly, his eyes warm and kind.
Your Leon's phone rang and he moved out of the room with a huff of frustration to answer the call, leaving you and DILF Leon alone. It was slightly awkward on your end. He was still staring right at your soul, you think there was some sadness behind his gaze (that is if you knew Leon in general well), as if he hadn't seen you in a while, and the blue of his eyes wasn't helping. They were just so blue, they'd probably glow in the dark. You should test that theory, actually. Maybe next time? Wait, would there be a next time? Yeah, totally!
Your Leon returned in the small office space, combing a hand through his hair once more, a gesture of anxiety. âCan I speak to you alone?â he glanced at the other leon pointedly, and it seems like he was better at taking the hint than you were, so he left, shutting the door softly behind him. Leon approached you where you sat and kneeled down, nuzzling his face in your thighs. âIâm sorry for today.â
Your hand dropped to his hair, nails scratching his scalp in a soothing manner as you sighed. âIt's cool, honey, no harm done!â
âI looked forward to spending time with you. They called me in for the debrief, is it okay if he stays with you?â
âOf course! But maybe you should be asking him that?â
âWith how he's eyeing you?â
âWhatcha mean?â
Leon chuckles and nuzzles some more into your thigh, "don't worry about it. But if he tries anything, I will fight him.â
âHuh? What would he try???â
âLike I said, don't worry about it,â he smiled and reached up to kiss you. He left you breathless when he pulled back, grinning like an idiot. He stood up and ruffled your hair affectionately, âRight. Time I was on my way. I'll try to be back, okay?â
You smile up at him and nod. He leaves. You psyche yourself up to face the sexy old man probably snooping through your living room and head in there.
You find him looking out of the windows, lost in thought, so you decide to sneak up on him and poke at his side. He grunts in surprise, but his face softens when he sees you there. âHey you.â
âHi! You don't happen to be hungry, do you?â
âMaybe a little, why? You gonna cook?â
You grin and nod, walking backwards to the kitchen, âanything you don't eat?â
Not that you didn't know, but just to be sure. I mean, what if this Leon had gone vegan or some shit? Kinda hard to believe with that physique, but hey, who cares!
âI imagine you already know my preferences, sweetheart,â he smiles as he slowly makes his way to where you are. âI mean, you seem to know a lot about me-well-him.â
You can once again feel your face warm up at his implication, so you focus on chopping some onions instead and nod. Were you a bobblehead or some shit? Yeah, with him in your kitchen? Absolutely.Â
You quietly finished your task, moving on to caramelize the onions. Spaghetti bolognese was classic, right? What the hell, sure.
The silence as you cooked was kind of a lot. It made your impulses get out of control and you never were good at reigning yourself in like that. âDid I kill myself?â you blurt out, stirring the pasta instead of looking at him. You heard his breath hitch and him clearing his throat.
â...Why do you ask?â
âYou keep staring at me, and if I know you, which I pride myself in doing so, I detect some sadness in there,â you shrug and finally glance at him. âYou can tell me, it's cool.â
âYeah. You did.â
You take a deep breath in and nod once more. âMakes sense.â
âDoes it?â he snaps, unable to contain all the emotions. âBecause to me, you were a hypocrite. Telling me to keep holding on, keep trying, and you went and justâŠâ he stops talking, stops pacing and presses the heels of his palms against his eyes, taking in deep breaths to calm himself down.
You laugh softly and fidget with your fingers. âFor what itâs worth, Iâm sorry. I was probably at the end of my rope? I assume so, at least. Oh wait, that is a horrible saying, I didn't mean to make a hanging joke!â
Despite himself, he lets out a low laugh and shakes his head. âLeave it to you to make a joke like that.â
âSorry! But, um, has it been long since⊠you know.â
âIt has. Too long.â
âI see,â you turn around to stir the pasta once more and sigh softly. âWell, I'm here now, at least? Were you close with your me?â you make a grimace and scratch the back of your neck at the confusing reference. The other you is a whole other person, this is all so trippy!
âUh-huh. As close as you are with your me,â he looks at you knowingly.
âAhd, uh, did you two ever⊠discuss it?âÂ
âNo.â
You hum in acknowledgement and turn the stove off, moving to the sink to drain the pasta of water. The silence that fills the space isn't awkward any more, just knowing. You serve two plates and put them on the dining table. The atmosphere is oddly domestic, your house is warm, not in a stifling way, but in a home-y way. He takes his seat across from you and starts eating, savoring the food. If you were a little more delusional, you would imagine this was a fancy date with him, but you chose to ignore that train of thought entirely as you ate in silence.
The clinking of the forks against the plates and the sounds of you both chewing, as well as the music that was still softly playing in the background, were the only sounds filling the space. You could get used to this, you think, as you momentarily glance at him. He really did age like fine wine, more defined, voice somehow even deeper than your Leonâs, but still just as gentle and comforting. Maybe you were biased because you already loved him. Even though neither of you had confessed to anything.Â
He helped you put the dishes away after you both ate, and then he was standing in front of you, your back against the kitchen counter and your lips parted as you looked him in the eye, or tried your best to. It was hard, when this specimen of a man was staring right back, with that intensity you had grown accustomed to so well, he was so familiar yet so foreign at the same time.
âCan I⊠kiss you? PleaseâŠâ
You nodded shakily, not trusting your voice at all. Wait- would this count as cheating on your Leon? You two weren't exclusive or anything at all but⊠too late! The old Leon cupped your face with both hands and brought you in for a kiss. He was so soft with it, gentle in a way that was Leon, no matter which one he was. After a moment he pulled back to breathe, then before you could really catch your own breath, he dove back in, claiming your lips in a fierce kiss. It was all his love and grief wrapped neatly with a neat pink bow on top.Â
You were both too engrossed in essentially making out like needy teenagers, to even hear the door opening and closing, signaling your Leon's return. He stood there, his eye twitching in irritation (and jealousy) and then stomped over. âHey! What the hell do you think you're doing!?â
You both pulled back so fast from each other it was comical. One moment he was groaning against your lips, the next you were both at least a meter apart, panting, feeling like you got caught with your hand in the proverbial cookie jar.
âWhoops!â you squeak out and hide your face in your hands in embarrassment.
The older Leon chuckled at his younger counterparts glaring. He looked smug.Â
âI asked you a question! That's my partner!â younger Leon huffed indignantly as he pointed at you.Â
WEEWOO WEEWOO WHAT DOES HE MEAN âHISâ!? You gaped at him, this was the first time The Thing between you two had been verbally acknowledged ever you think you are allowed to feel a little shock!?!?!
âIs that so? What will you do about it?â older Leon egging himself on had not been on your itinerary of plans. The sight was hysterical. Were two Leons literally fighting over little old you? If you hadn't been so mortified you would have gloated, 100%.
âWhat will I do!?â Leon scoffed in disbelief and threw his hands up in exasperation. âI can take you old man.â
âOkay, hey, hey, quit comparing dick sizes!!â you frantically say, trying to calm them both down, well, your Leon down, because the older man just looked amused. God they were both so hot your mind was drifting again, focus!
But thinking about being sandwiched in between them while they use you was making your eyes glaze over and-
FOCUS!
They were bickering and grumbling and talking over each other so you just screamed loud as fuck which thankfully drew both of their attentions to you. âYoohoo! I said stop! What're you even fighting about at this point!â
They both turned to look at you, their cheeks tinting with pink, cute, their expressions sheepish. They both rubbed at the backs of their necks awkwardly, again, cute, and muttered a âsorry.â
âAt least you have the decency to apologize!â you smile. âThink you can both behave? Pretty please?â
They both nodded and huffed. âGood boys!â
âHey! We're not dogs!â they both snapped indignantly.
âStop acting like that then!â
After they both settled down, you all discussed how you would figure out how to send old Leon back, discussed if he even wanted to go back (no!) but your Leon would still look further into things, as would you when your days off ended. Until then, you all agreed to let the older Leon stay with you, even though your Leon was grumpy about it, (âHeâll just kiss you again!â) and then life settled back into its normal rhythms, if you could call two Leons chasing you around your house to hump you around normal.
Leon, the older one that is, felt truly at peace. You weren't the same person he lost, but you were still you. Was it messed up of him to latch onto you like that? Probably, by some normal persons standard. But he wasn't a normal person. So it was probably okay? At least now he could truly rest, no missions, no bullshit, just spending his days being essentially a house husband.
As for your Leon, well, he would still get grumpy when he saw his older self pawing at you, but the satisfaction of shoving him off and getting his paws on you kept him going. Seeing you squirm, overwhelmed by the attention of both of them, elated him and he knew it elated that other bastard, too.
summary: youre doing bad. self destruction is one hell of a thing, even when leon is your weirdly close best friend.
warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!!! angst, hurt no comfort, suicide and suicidal ideation, self image issues, honestly chat this ones pure angst, please dont read it if youre already feeling like shit, self indulgent cause im a dramatic bitch, my shit writing, english is not my first language, depression, implied self harm, self isolation, self hatred, vendetta leon is a warning, alcoholism, yn puts the FUN in funeral, gender neutral reader, no skin color/body type mentioned, anyone can read this
pt2 is here!
a/n: some of you may spy the 'pt1' in the title. yes. there will be a pt2 with a happy ending. i am on some BULLSHIT plot, but trust guys!!?!?! it will pay off. i hope??? anyways, i hope all of you lovely people are not in the same headspace as our dear yn-chan (even though thats technically you lmao), and i hope you enjoy! likes, comments, rbs are all appreciated and comments make my day! so please! leave them!
You had always been constantly exhausted. Even as a kid, something hollow you couldn't quite name, was always eating at you. The other kids, somehow sensing you were âdifferentâ never paid much attention to you. Even as you grew older, that fact continued to carry on. Maybe they all knew something you did not. Maybe you were different, you never really made much effort to conceal your weirdness and borderline obsession at times, despite your shy, more timid nature.Â
Computers and unrestricted internet access didn't really do much to help your case, either. But whatever. You found work, and even excelled in your field so much so that the DSO recruited you. You never really made any choices for yourself, always going along with what was expected of you. You were at a point in your life where you just wanted your paycheck and to be left alone.Â
Your one friend, Leon Kennedy, had a lot of opinions on that, however. You're unsure how he even managed to befriend you, and even chose to stick by you, despite your long silences and bouts of self imposed isolation. You just didn't want to inconvenience him with your presence, take up space in his life, you know?Â
Maybe it was because he had grown to be much like you, but he chose to numb his pain with whiskey, instead. It was fair enough, you couldn't blame him for it, he had lived through more pain than anyone ever should in a lifetime.Â
You preferred to take care of him, in a way. Was that weird? You felt like when you had someone else's mess to take care of, or emotionally support, is when you were at your most stable, even though all you truly were doing was ignoring your problems in favor of his.
Your relationship was⊠Odd. You two had grown quite close, quite fast, your âfriendshipâ being one of the most intense ones of your life. You let him come to you when he was drunk and lonely, took care of him in a way he hadn't let anyone else ever do. He truly loved you. He was unsure of how to help you, however. He was sick, too. How could he ever help anyone else, when he himself was messed up in the head. You called it survivor's guilt, he called it an inevitability.Â
What he would always beat himself up over would always be that he couldn't put his shit aside, just this once, to truly be there for you in the way you needed him to.Â
Not that you two were anything official, but there was something unspoken you shared. You two never discussed it, often ignored it, and dismissed it with the âbest friends do this all the timeâ bullshit excuse. But best friends didn't kiss each other like that. Best friends didn't kiss, period. They didn't hold each other like that, either.
Your life, or the world, perhaps, were dead-set on pushing you past your limits. You had been falling back into your old habits; the relapsing, the isolation, the silence, they were all clear signs, but Leon just hadnât⊠he didn't know how to help you. He just assumed you would just shrug it off, like usual, and get back to taking everything as a joke.Â
But no. This time, it was different. You had reached your limit a long time ago. Your family didn't quite approve of your lifestyle, the lack of a spouse and children, even though you had been telling them you never planned on marrying or having kids, they never quite believed you. The argument was nasty. You never were good at dealing with your anger. It always made you explode on the people you loved, so you chose to just⊠stop. Stop reaching out, stop trying to get them to understand your reasons. It was all meaningless, they'd just keep at it, until it wore you down even more than it already had.
You had also exploded at Leon, too. That argument truly made you feel like the awful person you always knew you were, deep down, but you always managed to fool the people around you into thinking you weren't. You were worn out, sick and tired of everything and everyone who never really listened to you, who never put in as much effort as you put in for them. He looked guilty even as he argued back. That was okay. It was normal. He would understand why you pushed him away, one day. It was better for him if he hated you.
You never really recovered from that. You just kept spiralling, and spiralling, and spiralling. In a sick way, you wanted that. You needed it. All you always ever wanted was to be pushed so far to your limits, so you would get the courage to do it.Â
Do what, you may ask, voice in my head, thanks!
Kill yourself. There wasn't really a way to sugarcoat it. You never asked to be born, to be like this. Everyone knew, you think (or assume), you would always joke about it offhandedly, but that was all it was to them. A joke. Like your existence. Well, at least you were funny? Kind of.
You finished your glass of wine, the fancy kind that you always kept on hand for something special, and made your way to the small balcony of your home. Take in the night sky for one last time, you know? The cool night air hit your skin as you exited and just stood there, taking it all in. Man, you would really miss this. The stars were always beautiful. Their indifference to your struggles was reassuring. You were meaningless. Just a collection of stardust held together by shitty jokes and too much caffeine.
You wondered if people would throw your things away. How the next tenants would redecorate your space. Would they feel bad that they live in the apartment that you killed yourself in? Would they even know?Â
You stood there for a long while, just taking it all in. You felt at peace. Was that messed up? Probably. It was kind of freeing, in a way. You felt guilty that your parents would have to look at you in the coffin. You never wanted to make them cry, even though you put them through many stressful situations in your life. Would people say you were too young to go in such a way? Maybe.
You shrugged and went back inside, sealing the cool air away. You moved to the couch, such a cozy couch. You checked everything. The messages were scheduled to send by themselves, a last goodbye to all the people you felt deserved one. Your clothes were decent, nothing too fancy, nothing too casual either. You wanted to feel pretty, one last time. You had also researched this extensively, and even though you wouldn't go out with a loud bang! the way you chose fit you. Quiet. Without a mess. The TV was on, some advertisements about dish soap droning on and on as you gulped down pill after pill with wine to aid you, and to also maximize their lethal side effect and then just⊠settled back to wait for death to claim you.
You didn't have much energy to move so you watched the adverts play on the TV with glazed eyes. The messages would be sent shortly after you kicked the bucket, so no one would try to stop you. Was it unfair of you? Yes. Did you care? Maybe a little, but it was too late now, so.
It was late at night. Leon was at the bar, by himself, as usual, but he wasn't drinking tonight. It was a rare thing for him, wowzers! Because something had been eating away at him all day long. Well, ever since the argument he had with you, to be more specific. Deep down he knew what you were doing, pushing everyone away so you would feel like you had some control of your fraying life. He sighed as he looked through his phone. You hadn't messaged him since the argument. He missed you. He wanted to confess, do something real, help you get better even. Maybe marry you, one day, when you were both better, more stable and okay with life. How idealistic of him.
He put his phone down and stared at the glass of whiskey he'd been nursing for the better part of the hour. The ice had almost melted. His phone pinged with a text and he instantly grabbed it, hoping it was from you. Yes! It was! Finally! He opened it with trembling hands and the fluttering of excitement turned into dread as he read your message.
âHey! I know Iâve been awful to you, I truly am sorry for the argument, and what I said. It was horrible of me. Now, you might wonder why I'm texting you this late at night!Â
Well, I have to confess a few things to you. First off; I am deeply, madly in love with you. I realize that now, which is horrible timing! Really!Â
Because you see, I'm not really the one sending this message to you! How, you may wonder? Why, as well? I wrote it all sometime this evening. I hope this automated message thing works, otherwise I'll look really silly.Â
There's not really a nice flowery, or jokey way to put this. I've killed myself. I felt like I owed you at least a few final words, and knowing myself, I wouldn't be able to say that I love you in person. You know how I get! Anyways!!! I love you, and I'm sorry. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive my cowardice. Even if it takes time. Wear something fun to my funeral <3!â
Leon stared at the message in disbelief. It couldn't be happening, you had to be messing with him. Your tone was fun, excited even, it was harrowing. He quickly paid for the untouched whiskey, grabbed his jacket and took off. If he could get to you in time, all would be well, surely, you had to be messing with him, an elaborate joke to scare the shit out of him so he could finally get his head out of his ass and love you properly. You had given him a key to your place, âjust in caseâ. The lights in your apartment were on. That was good, it had to be.
It had to be.
He took the steps of the stairs two at a time, panting by the time he reached your floor. He knocked hard once, twice, thrice. No answer. No no no no no-
He shakily reached into his pocket for his borrowed keys, unlocking the door as fast as he could.
The sight was acutely distressing. The TV was on, some medical drama you usually binge watched playing, and you were slouched on the couch. He moved fast, dropping to his knees in front of you. He was calling out your name, trying to get you to wake up, but as he took your limp arm in his hand to check for a pulse, he felt his own heart stop, too.Â
Nothing. He couldn't feel you anymore. With blurry eyes he called 911. He's not sure how much time had passed from when he found you, but the room had been filled with paramedics and police.Â
The rest few days were blurry. Your family had seen your messages in the morning, and by then, it was all too late.Â
It seemed like you had told all your people to wear something fun to your funeral. The service was blurry, he felt like he was living in a nightmare and he would soon wake up right next to you with a bad hangover. But that never happened. That never would happen again.Â
The small get together was colorful. It was jarring. Your family was in tears, your old friends as well, some of the other DSO agents you were friendly with had also shown up. And they were all wearing bright colors. Only you would have such a weird final request. One final good old joke, to try to make people feel better, even as you laid there. Dead.Â
He just couldn't believe it. He blamed himself for it. If only he had listened to that gut feeling. If only, if only, if only.Â
He threw himself into his mission even more. The more lethal, the better. But he always came back. Whiskey had also been doing wonders for him. It was the only thing that almost made him forget you were gone. You had left him some of your things, apparently. Things he always joked would âtakeâ when you kicked the bucket, whenever you joked about killing yourself. He never meant it. He never wanted you to do this.Â
Your love confession was what truly had broken him, though. Because what the fuck was he supposed to do now? He was angry. Angry at himself, and most importantly at you.Â
Some days, in between missions and reports, he forgot you were gone. He'd see something you would enjoy and think about how excited you would get when he told you, but then the bitter reality would barge in and ruin his momentary happiness.
He was so angry at you. How could you confess your love and tell him you were killing yourself in the same breath!?Â
He was going through the five stages of grief. He knew it. People could recognize it, too. Chris oftentimes asked him where he was on the scale.Â
You were a wound that never quite healed, for him. All the what-ifs and maybes, all those dreams he had of building a life with you, crushed, in one gut wrenching moment.
Sometimes, he dreamt of you. He always hated waking up after said dreams, to a cold reality where you were six feet under and he was not. He felt like he had failed you. Oftentimes, he remembered the way your lifeless hand had felt against his. He would drown that feeling out with booze. And missions. And anything he could use as a distraction.
Today was ten years since you took your life. He was older, now, but still in just as much grief as he was back then. His life had stopped in that one moment on your living room floor.
Grace hadn't given up on him, either. She didnt see him as the sick old man on a suicide mission, she saw him as Leon. If you were there, you'd probably have given him a stern talking to about his recklessness.
He chuckled to himself at the thought as he settled on his back porch with a glass of whiskey. The summer night air was warm, but not too stifling. The starry sky was shining ever so brightly. He missed you. You'd probably had gone on one of your nerdy tangents about stars if you were here.
The dust of Raccoon City had settled, he had been cured of the T-Virus, thanks to Grace, and now as he sat here, he felt somewhat at peace. A little, at least.Â
A weird light appeared at the far end of his yard. It was peculiar, shining and swirling. He got up to investigate. As he approached it, he felt a pull. And then he passed out. When he woke up, he found his younger self staring back. What the fuck!?
summary: youre bored, so you prank vergil and give him a makeover while youre at it
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, my dogshit humor & writing, no pronouns for reader, as well as no physical descriptions of yall; anyone can read it, vergil might be occ, established relationship, post dmc5 (ndmc doest exist in my head, deal with it), suggestive at the end but nothing sexual, lots of kisses, no beta we die like eva
a/n: since the poll overlords willed this, who am i not to deliver! the leon stuff will be back on after though, i think ill do a series if i can be asked, dunno how many parts i havent planned shit lololol. enjoy! likes, rbs and comments are appreciated! and credit to @vemzie-cab for the art bellow! if its not ok for me to use i can change it frfr, i was just inspired at the end and it snowballed
You had been in a relationship with Vergil for a few years by now. Had it been picture perfect? Fuck no. You were both a little fucked in the head, but in your opinion, this is what added some spice in your dynamic. Well, in the âwe understand each other (mostly) perfectlyâ way, not in the âI beat his ass and he walks it off like a manâ way, although you think his freaky ass would be into that shit. He would feel proud of you??? Anyway, besides the point!Â
Everyone was away from the shop, leaving you and Vergil all by yourselves, which meant you could execute your perfect plan. You see, you loved messing with him, giving him all the experiences he missed out on whilst being a pawn of that ugly ass flop, Mundus, as well as from the time he refused to accept his humanity. You could think of it as taking revenge on all the humans he killed by unleashing the Qliphoth by humiliating him. Kind of? He had left you all by your lonesome the entire morning, which was honestly a mistake.Â
You had hidden all of his fancy shampoo away, the bottle was almost empty anyway, so he would have to use yours when he got back from hunting all those demons later in the day. Now, what he didn't know, and wouldn't think much of (you hoped) was that you had mixed into your shampoo pink hair dye. You had done a lot of research on it (aka googling it once) so you knew the dye would go away quicker than if he had dyed it the normal way. It would essentially stain his hair pink. You were giggling maniacally just imagining this half-demon, half-human, grump of a man you were in love with, coming out of the shower with bright pink hair and, my god. You could not fucking wait.
You had been buzzing with excitement the whole day while waiting for him to come back from kicking demon ass, unable to focus on anything productive, so you just opted to scroll on your phone in the end. The more you thought, the more anxious you got, because if it backfired, he would⊠Huh, what would he do? Blow a fuse? Grumble about power? Okay that would actually be funny. If it backfired, it would do so spectacularly, you decided. Maybe you could switch Dante's shampoo too, so they'd match?
Lost in thought as you were, about your evil plans of dismantling the sons of Sparda with pink hair dye, you didn't notice the front door opening. Vergil stepped in, shoulders immediately growing less tense at the sight of you comfortable on the couch, laughing at whatever those foolish moving pictures were called. He closed the door behind him and locked it, for no one else was expected for the day.
Oh! He was here! Okay calm down!!! âHey Vergil! How was your day!?â
âAdequate,â he replied, voice quiet, as he approached you and placed a small kiss atop your head. Your nose scrunched up in disgust. Perfect!Â
âYou stink! Go shower, smelly,â you giggle, grabbing him from his collar and pecking him on the lips before letting him go. He hummed and cupped your face with the hand that wasn't holding the yamato and kissed you properly.
âAlright, I shall.â
âIâll wait for you in bed!â
And with that, and a few more final kisses, he made his way to the bathroom, after leaving the yamato in your care. Shortly after, you heard the shower turn on. Oh my god, the excitement was back on, and he hadn't suspected anything so far, your plan was in motion!!!!
You rushed off to your shared bedroom, placed his katana in its designated spot next to his bedside table and sat in bed, back against the headboard. You hated the waiting. You drummed your fingers on your thigh, getting more and more impatient as time passed.
Finally, FINALLY, Vergil came back from the bathroom, wrapped up in only a towel, holding the shampoo bottle and looking perplexed.
âWhat⊠is the meaning of this,â he asked, glaring at the shampoo bottle and then at you, âwhy is my hair pink.â
You couldn't hold the laughter back anymore. His hair was, indeed, bright pink, the dye had taken well, and seeing the serious, usually stoic, son of Sparda rocking pink hair had been better than you'd imagined.Â
âWhy are you laughing? This isn't funny.â
His grumbling made you laugh more, doubled over and clutching at your stomach. You tried to get any words out, explain yourself, but my god, the way he kept glaring at the shampoo bottle like it was his mortal enemy was making shit ten times harder. This man had survived (and sometimes caused) untold horrors, and he had been defeated by pink dye. You managed to take a LOT of pictures of him like that, still wheezing uncontrollably. You were getting to a point where you could barely breathe properly from laughing.
âDelete those,â he gasped, setting the bottle aside and lunging for your phone, but you had already closed it and shoved it under you. âI see how it isâŠâ
âNO VERGIL-â
But your protest was too late. He had pinned you down on the mattress and started assaulting your sides with tickles. The laughing was now borderline painful, but the sight was too fucking ridiculous.
âSo this was premeditated, hm?â
âSorry, sorry!â You exclaimed amidst the laughing fit, âplease mercy!â
âNo.â
The tears that had been forming in your eyes finally started to spill, and you were now cry-laughing, and he was not letting up with the tickling.
âPlease!â
âYou brought this upon yourself, my dear.â
You kept begging and squirming and laughing uncontrollably and he kept tickling you. Eventually, thank god, he let up, but he remained atop you.
âThis was sufficient punishment.â
You kept giggling, finally catching your breath. âOh my god, this is brilliant,â you run a hand through his hair, messing up his style, letting it fall down. He was like Rapunzel or some shit. You suppressed another laugh at the thought.Â
âI do not want pink hair. How did you do that.â
âRelax, relax! Itâll wash off! I promise!â
âIt better. Otherwise that fool, Dante, will mock me.â
âDante would love this, he'd probably use it too so you guys would match,â you point out, hand still tangled in his hair, smiling like a moron.
âKinda looks good on you, actually. Maybe you should let me tie it in pigtails?â
âNo. Absolutely not.â
âPlease babyyy,â you pout, doing your best expression of puppy eyes to aid your case. He huffs, fond of your shenanigans, despite how they always end with him in some sort of situation with pink involved. Talk about a repeat offender.
âWhat am I going to do with you, hm? You are a minx.â
âBut I'm your minx!â You bat your lashes at him, grinning. âAnd, like I said! The dye will wash off! It's harmless!â
âI am never borrowing your shampoo again.â
âUh-huh. So can I make it cute now!?â
He sighed your name tiredly and shook his head. âFine, but no pictures.â
âYes pictures! I won't show them to Dante!â
He grumbled and pushed off of you and onto his side of the bed âvery well. If I learn you did not keep your word, howeverâŠâ
âOhhh so scaryy, what will you do, big guy? Spank me?â you wiggle your brows suggestively, making him groan once more. You got up and quickly gathered anything and everything you might need to make him cute, and went back, straddling him, getting right to work with his âtransformationâ.
Half an hour later, his hair was in tiny pigtails, pink bows adorning it, matching the pink of his hair. You had gotten him to agree to let you put some lip balm on him, cherry flavored, it was a new one you had purchased recently but hadn't gotten the chance to try it out yet, and when you leaned down to âtaste testâ it by kissing him, he seemed to really get into it, his hands gripping your waist, nails digging in slightly, making you smile against his mouth.
âHmm, this is definitely something I'll buy againâŠâ
âAgreed,â he said quietly. âBut do not be fooled, there will be consequences for my hair.â
âNope!â
You snapped a lot of pictures of him like this, acting like a pretentious photographer, âooh-ingâ and âahh-ingâ at his various stern and grumpy expressions. You did catch him smiling fondly in one of the pictures, which was one of your favorites.
Then, because why the hell not, you put some red liquid lipstick on yourself and pressed kisses all over his face, claiming they would âadd to the lookâ. He looked so fucking pretty, and his cheeks were tinged with pink when you showed him the results of your labor.
After you had your fun, you tenderly cleaned his face up, wiping him clean with some make-up wipes. By the end of that, he looked more like an affection-happy cat, rather than Vergil, the eldest (his word, not yours) son of Sparda, half-demon and formidable warrior. A cutie patootie!
âAll this grumbling and you still let me do whatever i wanted,â you state smugly, cuddling up to him in bed, âyou love meee,â you say, voice sing-songy.
âI tolerate you,â he replies, looking down at you from where you are, against his chest, but his face breaks out into a small smile.
âOh yeah? Well then, I guess I went after the wrong twin?â
âNO,â he pauses after his outburst, clears his throat and adjusts the neckline of his shirt, âI meant, no. Ahem.â
âYou can be so adorable sometimes, you know?â
âAnd you can be delusional sometimes,â he huffed indignantly.Â
âMhm, whatever you say grumpy old man,â you giggle and give his neck a few gentle bites and kisses.
âI think I will enact the consequences of your actions now, my dear,â he mutters lowly, flipping your positions quickly once more.
It seems like you're in for a long, sleepless night!
so, i have several wips, and none finished, id like to know what you guys want to read! all will be posted eventually (i hope), this is just for which one to finish now!
edit to clarify: the isekai fic will have multiple parts to it eventually
Heyy I dont know if you are taking requests but I have an idea and hope you like it, soo I was thinking vendetta or re4 leon is our partner and like leon and the reader is in a mission and they are staying at the same room but f!reader loves smoking and drinking while leon hates it, so you just smoke more to annoy him but he got angry had you guys arguid abt it (you can add smut if you want)
i slept with someone in DSO and all i got was this stupid fic written about me
leon s kennedy x reader
wc: 2626
summary: you love annoying leon, and your smoking habit annoys him the most. you end up fucking it out.
warnings: my shit writing, this is SMUT, minors begone tyty, fluff and my shitty humour, english isnt my first language, reader smokes, leon is tired of your bullshit actually, aftercare king leon s kennedy, he is loud, PiV, reader-chan is AFAB but i dont use pronouns or describe their body or skin color, most ppl can read ts, leon is also vanilla, cunnilingus, lots of kissing (like, a LOT), vendetta leon, lmk if i need to add anything else
a/n: i watched the dmc anime s2, it made me throw up in my mouth, yall will be hearing from me when i bother finishing my 4 leon wips and get to writing vergil again. lots of hate in my heart for that larpfest. anyways, i tried to improve my smut writing, i hope it shows? any feedback is appreciated! likes, comments and rbs are also loved, they make my day, genuienly! enjoy you freaks <3
You always adored getting on Leon's nerves, it was a fun pastime for you. It had taken a lot of years for you to even get to that point, comfortable enough around him to be able to express yourself to the fullest, aka being the complete menace you were. What can you say? You loved being a jester!Â
Some of your best work, was you putting glittery unicorn stickers all over his fancy porsche, something he did NOT appreciate at all, especially because it was a brand new (really expensive) car, and your magnum opus, a glitter bomb, one you had mailed to his house when he was in a particularly rough patch mentally, meaning he was isolating himself and going on a bender, ignoring all your attempts to reach out. The sheer confusion The Incident, as he dubbed it, had caused, had been enough to pull him out of the shitty mental space he was stuck in, enough to make him call you back! You had been cry-laughing at the sheer befuddlement you had caused him on that same call.
Anyways! The easiest, however, way to get on his nerves (affectionate) was smoking in his vicinity. Now, you were conscious that your habit irritated other people, so you often hid away in places that had no crowds and always went outside to smoke. But somehow, leon always tracked you down to nag at you and be a total grouch about it, as if it was his lungs being ruined!Â
You and him had been sent on an assignment together, recon of some shady company that had been flagged in the systems for trying to either sell off illegally obtained viruses that did god knows what, and he was there as your back-up. So you and him had been cooped up in a small safehouse that had a shitty bed and the bare necessities that two agents might need for their stay, your gear set up and tuned in. he had gone into the facilities of the company undercover, which helped you gain access to everything, as well as hidden some state of the art bullshit so you two would monitor their conversations.Â
To say you had been stressed out of your mind and in desperate need of cigarettes would've been understating things. You could see, the more you whined about going for a smoke was starting to get on his nerves too, which, fair, but like, come on man! He is a high functioning alcoholic and you never gave him any shit when he muttered under his breath how âthere wasn't enough booze on this earth for him to deal with your whining.â
You had managed to nail them down, and get a lot of evidence on their operations however, so you and Leon had finally been free of this bullshit mission! You two booked it the fuck out of there, your gear and everything else safely secured and ready to be handed in to your corporate overlords. (You had been playing too much Cyberpunk 2077 before you were sent on this mission and it showed.)
However, much to your displeasure, and his, your flight had gotten delayed, so you went to a shitty motel, which coincidentally only had one room not vacant, and out of desperation and tiredness, you took it. You were both grown-ups, you could handle one bed and sharing it, goddamn it!Â
The room was nicer than either of you expected, to be honest. As soon as you got in, you went to âyourâ side of the bed and left your duffel bag on the floor, before nosediving right into the mattress.Â
âMmmphff,â you groaned loudly and in exaggeration as you stretched your limbs out on the mattress, starfish style.Â
Leon huffed a laugh and shook his head as he watched you play your reaction up. It seemed that you were back on your silly behavior and habits, which, he would never, ever admit, had endeared him so much to you. He always appreciated how you never treated him like the broken mess of a man that he was, how you always took it upon yourself to make him smile and distract him from his nasty self loathing. Even though you got on his nerves sometimes in how you did itâŠ
âI'm gonna go smoke,â you suddenly announced as you trudged out of bed, stretching your limbs as much as you could.
âAgain!? Didn't you have one at the airport?â he grumbled as he leaned down to unlace his shoes.
âOh don't start,â you huffed, grabbing your pack and lighter, already heading out towards the balcony, slipping on some shitty pair of slippers the motel provided, and your cardigan so you wouldn't be cold. You were practically an expert at this by now! You opened the door to the small balcony, which had a small table and two chairs as well as an ashtray and after closing it behind you, you made yourself comfortable in one of those chairs.Â
The click! of the lighter, as well as the first drag from the sweet, sweet cancer stick, calmed your anxiety. You breathed in deep before exhaling quietly. The balcony door opened and Leon stepped outside with you, probably to keep nagging.
âYou know it's bad for you! I don't get why you do it!â
As, shit, here we go again. You took another long drag from it, turning your head to blow the smoke away from where Leon stood, it seemed it would only piss him off more if you dared blow smoke in his face now. âAnd you know drinking is bad for you, but I don't see you stopping any time soon!â
Your counter made him glare at you some more. You're unsure of why he had been this irritated by it now of all times, when most other times he would just grumble offhandedly about it and leave you to it.
âOkay, fair point, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't quit.â
âGet off my dick about it, Leon," you puffed once more, knocking some of the ash off on the tray. âYoure being a hypocrite and we both know it.â
He took a deep, calming, breath in, jaw clenching in irritation at how easy it had been for you to turn it around on him. âSure, but I'm not addicted like you are.â
That made you snort loudly, because, hello!? Was this coming from the same man who had gone on a three day bender during his vacation!? âIâll tell you what, if you quit drinking, I'll quit smoking, but we both know that won't ever happen.â
He sighed loudly.
âI mean, you have some balls to nag at me, when you do the same shit but with different stuff!â
He had had enough. He stepped closer to you, grabbed the cigarette right from your lips, where you had left it to dangle from and put it out on the ashtray.
âHey! I was smoking that!â
âDonât care,â he said lowly, his face much closer to yours now that you really noticed. You looked up at him, mouth slightly parted and ready to retort to any of his one-liners, but none came.Â
One moment, you two were bickering about you smoking, the next his hand was cupping your cheek, and his lips were on yours. After your momentary whiplash, you kissed him back, OBVIOUSLY, your hand coming up to rest against his chest. (Which you always wanted to grope but that would've been inappropriate but you think this was beyond inappropriate now!?)
After a moment more of him kissing you (on the goddamn lips!?!?!?!) he pulled back, expression smug as hell when he saw you visibly trying to process what the fuck had just happened. âYou were saying..?â He smirked.
You gaped up at him, too stunned to speak. (The buffoon was too stunned to speak, you thought, and suppressed a laugh.)
âHello!? What was that!?â
âI kissed you. Or have those cigarettes rotted your brain, too?â
Fucker was so proud of himself!? The fuck!? You hate him, you need to kiss him again. Possibly right this instant. So you do. You grab him by his stupidly tight shirt collar and bring him down for round two. Only this time, the kiss is much greedier than before, all teeth and tongue and need.Â
You pulled back, now smugly looking at him instead. He looked just as shaken as you did before, mission accomplished!
You didn't expect, however, for him to grab you by your belt to lift you up and kiss you again. You yelped against his lips, which gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth and deepen the kiss. He started walking back inside, dragging you along with him without breaking the kiss. He shut the balcony door behind you two and, still kissing you (how big were his lungs!?) as he led you towards the bed.
When the back of your legs hit the bed, he pulled back to breathe heavily, looking so pretty and messy by the kiss, just as affected as you. You blinked at him, head fuzzy from the kiss. You were gonna say something snarky, but he pushed you down on the bed and crawled on top of you.
âYou were deflecting, y'know?â he smirked down at you.
âPiss off,â your hand tangled in his hair, bringing him down again for more kissing. His lips, despite being a little chapped, were everything you could ever possibly dream of. And you were greedy.
He pulled back, only to pull his and your shirts off, and then his mouth was back on yours just as fervent as before, if not more. You whined against his lips, thighs tightening around his waist involuntarily, trying to get more friction in.
âNeedy thing, aren't you?â he laughed, trailing sloppy kisses down your throat, âstill thinking about smoking?â
âOh, don't tempt me, Leon,â you try to say seriously, but it comes out sounding more like a breathy moan as he sucks at a particular spot on your throat, leaving a mark.Â
âOh, yeah? You gonna get up and go smoke again?â He asked, lips trailing down lower, pressing a chaste kiss against your breast, while he groped at the other one.
âOh, fuck,â you sighed, gripping the sheets with one hand tightly, as he kept playing with your breasts. He really went at it, seemingly enthralled, or like he never had had tits in his mouth.Â
Well, he never had your tits in his mouth, soâŠ
âYou like that, huh?
âLeon do not play with me right now,â you whine, grabbing him by his hair and bringing him up for another sloppy kiss. âPlease, just fuck me already, I do not have the patience for teasing.âÂ
âMmm, no sweetheart, wanna take it slow,â he kept kissing his way down, down, down, slowly taking your pants on and throwing them somewhere across the room before shoving his nose in between your thighs and inhaling deeply. âAll this for me?â
âYesss,â you mewled, thighs clamping around his face. He used one of his hands to hold you down gently, mostly so he wouldn't suffocate, and removed your panties too before he dove straight in, tongue lapping at you like a starved man encountering his first meal in 40 days.Â
The hand that wasn't gripping the sheets was tangled in his hair again as he ate you out, nose buried deep in between your folds, tongue riiight in there. You needed more, preferably his dick in you, like, yesterday? But you settled for his mouth right now, shaking against him from the overwhelming feeling of just his tongue on you, and then he had to go and shove two fingers in and fuuuck, fuck! That shit made you see stars.
âLeon-fuck-âm so close,â you trembled, barely able to get the words out.
âAlready?â He purred.
âDonât-donât tease you dick,â you cried out, and he had the audacity to laugh, a soft, short and amused laugh.
He pulled his fingers out of you, just as you were about to come, which made you whine loudly, (you wondered if the unfortunate souls that happened to share a wall with you two were sick of your moans, but right now you didn't really care) and he put them in his mouth to lick them clean before he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, and then finally he took his pants off and- oh lord the sight alone could kill you because this man was on top of YOU!? You'd have to thank whatever god willed it so, sometime soon.
You shook your head to stop your thoughts from derailing too much right as he was about to push his cock in you, and after he looked at you for the go-ahead to which you immediately nodded in answer, your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head when you felt him gather your slick with his tip then pushing in. He wasn't unbearably big, just deliciously so. His hips stilled for a moment, a low grunt escaped him when he felt you squeeze him like you never wanted him to pull out.
âFucking move,â you gasp, your hand raking down his back, making him shiver and groan. Before he started to move, however, he licked the sweat that was beading down your throat, making you shudder and clench against him more. You always imagined Leon would be loud in the bedroom, because he always grunted and made âold man noisesâ as you called them (with barely contained lust) and good heavens you were right, because the little grunts and groans he made were like music to your ears.
He finally started setting the pace, slow and steady, not too rough but by any means not slow either. He intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed your hand down into the mattress. You captured his lips with your own, messily kissing and biting down on his bottom lip, making him moan and his hips stutter a little. He picked his pace up, his free hand reaching down in between your bodies to play with your clit. You were both breathless, your heart was pounding in your ears, and you swear your vision was starting to go black at the edges from the feeling of his cock pounding into you and from how he was playing with your clit.
ââS too m-much, fuck, Leon,â you stuttered.
âCâmon sweetheart,â he murmured right in your ear, biting the lobe gently, âneed you to come for me, can you-fuuuck-can you do that?â
âYesyesyes-â
âThats it,â he rasped, hips stuttering in their pace as he felt you squeeze around him, your pussy pulsating around him as you came. He kissed you once again, tenderly this time, moaning against your lips as he came.
He kept up his pace, easing you both down from your overwhelming highs and gradually stilled. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing in, totally exhausted and satisfied all at once.
âYou plan on staying in there?â you ask after a moment of also breathing in, trying to calm yourself down.
âUh-huh.â
You giggle, too fucked out to argue. Eventually, he pulls out, presses a kiss to your forehead and gets up to go clean himself. He returns with a towel to clean you up too, gently as not to overwhelm you more. You were still trembling slightly, but your breathing had returned to normal now. He also helped you get to the bathroom, and after all that and also making you drink some water (he was so caring???), he settled into the bed, with you snuggled against his chest.
âNow I wanna smoke again,â you mutter sleepily.
summary: when you see a stranger feed from a woman at night on your way home, and when that stranger is Leon, who is invited to the castle, where you work, as the kings esteemed guest, your life gets turned upside down
warnings: vampire!leon, strangers to lovers to ? to lovers, temporary amnesia, mcd but dont even worry about it, angsty, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, she/her for reader-insert, this is an au where magic is a thing, blood drinking/sharing, drama and romance, eventual romance
a/n: i have nothing to say for myself. this is probably my magnum opus. i hope you guys like it as much as i do! i also wrote it with re4r leon in mind but any leon fits! likes, comments and rbs are appreciated!
You took your work at the palace kitchens very seriously. You had practically been raised in these halls, and had learned from the best over the years, so you were quite liked among the other servants and palace staff. You couldn't complain, things were comfortable for you, you had managed to save enough money to buy a small humble home for yourself, near the palace, no less, so you had your privacy to return to after the long days of preparing meals for the royals. You loved your life, and enjoyed your work. The lack of a life partner sometimes would get you down, especially when other maids, and, sometimes, the princess, would tease you about your lack of a love life, all in good faith of course, but you never let it bother you too much! You had your beautiful cat, Coco, to return home to, and that was enough for you!Â
That was until he was invited as an esteemed guest of the king. Your life got turned around so fast.Â
It was a normal autumn night, you were returning back to your house, when you saw him, in a dimly lit alleyway, feasting on a woman. No, on her blood. He hadn't noticed you, probably was too busy drinking the woman's blood to do so, but you had been captivated by the oddly elegant sight. You were no fool, you knew vampires were real, and very much existing amidst you all. But seeing one in person was still⊠peculiar.Â
You didn't stay long to see what would become of the woman, choosing to just mind your business instead, and kept walking home. No big deal, you hoped the woman would just have the typical memory issues that came after a vampire fed from you and chose not to end your life, erasing your memories of the encounter instead, leaving you with a simple scar to guess.
The next day would be a big one for the palace. A guest of the king would be arriving, so there was a lot of hustle and bustle amidst the palace's halls, as staff scrambled to get everything ready for his arrival. The king chose to personally give him a tour of the palace, so when the stranger, the same one you had caught a glimpse of feeding from a woman in an alley, was shown to the kitchens whilst you and a few other servants were working on supper, you had to stifle your reaction. So, Leon (apparently a big deal amongst royals), as the king introduced him, gave you all a polite greeting, you ignored it in favor of focusing on the dish you were tasked to make.Â
Now, if you were some better person, you wouldn't have done what you did next. But then again, you were a little starstruck and you also loved teasing people. So when he called for someone to bring him wine, and you got chosen to be the one to do it by your supervisor, who didn't want to send any of the other girls that were eagerly begging to be the chosen ones up to Leon's chambers and accidentally offend him, your silly little plan was set in motion.Â
You diligently prepared the snacking platter to take up to the room the king had given sir Leon, but when you poured him the cup of wine, you also decided to cut your wrist and mix some blood in with it. No one would suspect it, and hey, maybe he wouldn't have to go out at night to feed again, so that'd mean someone's neck would be safe. How selfless! You bandaged your wrist up before you put everything on a tray, and made your way up to his chambers. You cheerfully greeted the guards along the way, they seemed all too eager to keep you for a chat, but you had to refrain from delaying longer, lest he get impatient.
You knocked on his door with your free hand and curtsied the best you could when he opened the door.
âHello, sir, I've brought the things you requested,â you smiled.
He nodded and let you in, directing you on where to place the tray. You shut the door behind you. His expression seemed off, he had smelt the blood, perhaps. Nevermind that, you set the tray in its spot.Â
âAnything else you need, sir?â
âNo, that will be all. Thank you,â he trailed off, waiting for you to reply with your name.
You did not. Instead you smiled again as you walked towards the door and spoke in a hushed tone, probably a little smug, from all of your excitement, âyour secret is safe with me, sir.â
You didn't stick around to see his mortified expression, feeling way too giddy about it. Your day was over, so after helping clean up the kitchens and prepare for the next morning, you set off back home once more. You had the next week off, a reward for your hard work, which you planned to make the most of.Â
In retrospect, as you lay here dying, you think that maybe this was the beginning of your end.
Leon had been in shock since the night that mysterious servant had so casually let him know that she knew what he was. He was on edge, but had managed to keep his facade up perfectly in front of the vultures that were the royal family. But on the side, he would casually ask about servants' names, trying to find you again, just so he could ask how in the seven hells you knew. His search for his mystery girl continued the longer he stayed at the palace, but you were ever so elusive. And to add to that, every servant kept talking about one person, and how her cheerfulness lit up the rooms, but that she was away this week. His interest was piqued, to say the least, but so far his search had come up empty. And he had to be subtle about it, lest he alert anyone about his predicament.
Over the course of that week, he kept thinking about this mystery girl, who had so boldly laced his wine with blood. Her blood, maybe? He had been thrown for a loop, but he narrowed his search down to someone from the kitchens, which was a good start. He hadn't requested another cup of wine be brought to his chambers, choosing instead to randomly pop into the kitchen, his excuses varying from decent ones, to downright stupid, but he muses, that none of the staff would point out his lying, lest they anger him and in turn, the king.Â
Meanwhile, you had chosen to spend your week of rest researching more about vampires. You always loved reading, and were thankful they had given you an education at the palace and taught you how to read. Most girls, that weren't royalty or kitchen staff, never had that fortune, so you were extremely lucky in life. You read and read and read, myths, short stories, poems, whatever had been available at the book shop you frequented, you had bought, or traded food for with its owner, an older man who you had been close with since childhood. He had also aided you in learning to read.
Some of the myths you had studied over, also spoke of one of the Goddess some folks worshipped, a kind deity that every few hundred years would resurrect souls that had died an unfair death. Her kindness from the myths had touched your heart greatly, not having really been religious before, besides a few prayers out of desperation that always went unanswered, so you decided to pray to Her, offer some of your humble crafts to one of Her shrines that was in the church of gods at the square of the town. It wouldn't hurt, and She had given you a great amount of comfort from the few stories you read of Her actions. You hoped this Goddess would enjoy your offerings.
That same day, you went to the market to buy some fruits and trade some goods you had made with one of the older ladies there. She always loved when you visited her, as her now grown up children never did, so she often got lonely. She was a sweet, talkative old lady, so you enjoyed her company as well. She often spoke of her long life, and the adventures she had gotten up to when she was your age. Seeing her eyes light up as she reminisced with you always made you happy.
When you eventually returned to your home, you greeted your feline companion, who had decided to pay you no mind at all as you gushed about your day. Before bed, you read some more about vampires and various other mystical beings. You had romanticized those things in your head, you have to admit, but you didn't care, not one bit.
When you eventually had to get back to your normal routine, you were well rested and ready to take on the world. On your first morning back, several of your friends had greeted you warmly, happy to have you back to work. You think it was mostly because you always ended up doing most of the work, but cooking made you happy, so you didn't complain. You hadn't really thought much about your first one-on-one interaction with Leon, having been too absorbed with reading, and now too focused on work. Things were hectic, but you always managed.Â
Leon was still very much in search of his mystery girl, but it was one of the few days where he hadn't popped into the kitchen with one of his excuses, seeing as he was too busy entertaining the king and the charade of royal fools that had also visited the palace since they learned he was there too.Â
That night, by sheer chance, he asked for wine once more. Your supervisor, once again, sent you up, and you, once more laced the wine with your blood. Your wrist hadn't given you much trouble, and you had ointments that would help it heal, so it was no big deal to you. Once you got to his chambers, you knocked.
âItâs open,â came his voice from the other side, so you took the invitation and entered quietly. He was standing near the window, looking deep in thought, hadn't even turned around to face you. You set the tray on the same spot he had asked you to last time.
âAnything else I can be of assistance with, sir?â
He quickly turned around at the sound of your voice. The voice that had been taunting him for a week, you had finally shown yourself again, âyou!â He said, eyes wide as he pointed at you with an accusatory finger.
You tilted your head to the side in confusion. âYes, me?â
He laughed sardonically and combed a hand through his hair, a move he did when he was anxious, "I have been looking for you for a week! How do you⊠know? And close that door.â
You did as he asked and looked at him once more, ohhh. So he hadn't seen you back then. âI saw you, um, feeding, the night before you were supposed to arrive, on my way home.â
Fuck. He shouldâve known that that alley, despite it being private, wouldn't do its job in keeping him concealed, but it was night, and he thought the place to be deserted. He had been desperate, and if he fed them, he wouldn't have to feed again for a while, and seeing as he would be surrounded by palace people after, he took his chances that night. âI see. Is that⊠special too?â
You nod. âJust a little, sir. Thought it might help your ailment,â you smiled.
He huffed again and nodded, taking the wine goblet and bringing it to his lips. He took a long sip, seemingly satisfied from it, he set it back down. âThanks⊠you don't have to do it, though.â
âOh, it's no trouble at all! Just glad to be of service!â
He nodded again and took a few steps closer to you. âDoes anyone else know?â
You shook your head, âyour secret is safe with me, I told you. No one saw me prepare the wine, and I was by myself that night,â you reassure.
He didn't fully trust you, but so far you hadn't done anything to contradict your actions, so he decided to take your word for it. âThats all, then.â
You turned to leave once more, but as you went to turn the door handle, he cleared his throat.
âOne more thing, actually.. What is your name?â
You turned around and smiled as you told him your name. If you went by his expression, something had clicked in his brain. âWhy sir?âÂ
âYou didn't tell me last time. And, you can call me Leon, it's just the two of us here, afterall.â
âAlright, Leon. Have a good night!â
You left, closing the door behind you gently, and went back to the kitchens to finish your usual preparations for the next day.
After that night, you and Leon had grown quite close. He often called for you to bring him wine, which was the âsignalâ and you would end up spending time together, getting to know each other. It had been a few months of this song and dance, and you have to confess, you had fallen for him. He had told you of how he had been turned and how he had ended up as the king's esteemed guest. You had shared your (boring) life story, too.Â
He had also fallen for you, too. Your kind and caring nature had truly captivated him. In all his years of living in this world, he had met few people who were so gentle and caring, whilst also assertive when they needed to be. You teased him back when he teased you, bantered with him, hells, you had even been feeding him your blood so he wouldn't be exposed, hunted and killed. He sometimes had you accompany him on walks through the palace gardens at nights, a nice change of pace of how you two usually saw each other in his chambers.Â
Eventually, the time for him to depart once more, had come. You had been upset by the news. Tonight was his last night in the palace grounds, after so many months of living there. You ultimately had known that this time would come, but you wished he could stay here forever. He had called you up to his chambers once more, but tonight you two had gone on one of your long walks, and you ended up taking him to your house, to show him around. He had told you, on the way, how he would be making the journey back to his own manor (palaces were too big and he despised them greatly, you had been the only thing he loved about living here), and you had shyly shared how you wished he could stay a little longer.
Much to your surprise, he divulged the information that the king had requested he visit again soon, and that he was going to oblige so he could see you again. Your heart had done a somersault at that.
He had been impressed by your small house, and found it homey, unlike his manor. You decided then and there to hand him a bunch of your crafts, a few paintings of scenery that had captivated you and some discarded trinkets you had found, kept and restored amongst other things. That was the night you shared your first kiss with him. It was perfect. He had been so gentle with it, cradling your head in his, like you were something precious. That night felt like a fairytale, a dream come true. You two had gotten lost in each other's arms all the way to sunrise.Â
You laughed off his worry as you two walked back to the palace, hand in hand, up to one point before separating so you wouldn't be seen like that and offend any of the court people.Â
(Leon couldn't care less about what any of them would think, but you did, so it was enough for him.)
The time of his departure came soon after, and you were sad to see him go. But he did promise he would come back, so you would patiently wait for him, always.
His next visit had been one a month later, but this one in secret, just so he could see you. He spent the moments of you being away working in the kitchens either taking a stroll through town or going to one of the taverns if he knew you would be extra busy that day. He had made a few friends there, mainly the barkeep, who he found out also knew you and had shared stories about silly things you got up to. That fact only cemented his love for you in Leon's heart, and brain. He wanted to take you with him, but he was reluctant to bring it up, because you had a life of your own here, and he didn't want to take that away from you. But, oh, how he wishes you would go with him.
He spent a few weeks with you, you two sharing quiet moments under the moonlight, talking about life and anything and everything you found interesting or amusing. He yearned for you to choose to leave the palace and your old life behind, and wanted you to see how beautiful the world could be outside of this little space you had carved for yourself. Maybe if he had asked, he wouldn't have lost you, he now thinks bitterly.
After the days he spent with you, he would head back to his manor. He had his own people to take care of, before he lost you. It had become your routine, he had grown accustomed to it, had also let you teach him how to cook, which had been the highlight of some of his visits. He hadn't officially visited the palace in a while, which he didn't mind, because then you two would have to be restrained with your interactions and he despised that. He loved holding you in his arms, kissing you.
You had also surprisingly kept up your praying to the Goddess that had captivated you, much to Leon's amusement.
That little routine had gone for well over a year, he couldn't be away from you for too long. And you couldn't exactly up and abandon your job whenever you wished to, so he was the one traveling. He hadn't really given it much thought, wanting to accommodate you the best he could. He would also often bring you gifts like jewelry, clothes and new paints. You would in turn give him more paintings and whatever new craft you had made with him in mind.Â
The first time he made love to you, it had been after he surprised you with a romantic dinner he had made himself. He had been putting in effort to learn and improve by himself on what you had already taught him. That night had been one of the best of your life. Things had been perfect, slow and passionate, he had wanted, no, needed, to show you just how much he loved you on your first time. He had prioritized your needs over his, taken his time to prepare you, and he would have kept going had you not begged him to just get in you already. It had made him laugh, your blunt nature ruining the romantic moment slightly, but he adored that about you.
The next morning, you woke up tangled in each other, the gentle rays of sun helping you stir awake. He hadn't slept much, didn't really have a need for sleep, he was a vampire afterall, so he had been watching you sleep.Â
âI wish we could stay like this forever,â you mumbled sleepily, nuzzling into his chest.
âWe could,â he pressed a kiss atop your head and adjusted the covers over you a little better. âI could turn you, if you wanted. You could come live with me in my manor.â
You sighed. That was wishful thinking⊠you wish you had taken his offer then and there, everyone else be damned. âPeople rely on me here, I can't just⊠abandon them. Not yet.â
âAlright. Whenever you're ready, then.â
But life had other plans for you both. Some more time passed, and he had been officially invited back to the palace by the king. He had not visited you that month, having been busy with the preparations for his official visit, but it was okay. You two would make up for the lost time.Â
When he arrived at the palace, the atmosphere felt⊠oppressive. Last time he had visited, everyone had been in high spirits, but this time, things felt wrong. He also hadn't run into you when he took a stroll down in the kitchens. They felt eerily still, despite the hustle and bustle there. Everyone there had been oddly silent. No cracking jokes, no nothing. And to add to that, when he inquired about your whereabouts, everyone looked⊠haunted.
What he didn't know was that just two days ago, you had been apprehended by the guards and dragged to the dungeons. They accused you of being a âleechâ and a âbloodsuckerâ and wouldn't listen to anything you said in your defense. You had begged and pleaded until your voice had gone hoarse, to no avail. The next day, they carted you off to your execution. They had made it a public spectacle. It pained you greatly to see some of the people you had once called friends cheer and holler in excitement and anticipation of your execution. Leon would come the next day. You hope he wouldl be okay⊠You wish you could've said goodbye to him and your sweet little Coco for one last time.
But back to the present, Leon managed to sneak off to the tavern he frequented, hoping to find you there. Maybe you had stopped by to buy wine as you often did, and had gotten distracted chatting with the barkeep. The tavern was as lively as usual, people chatting about in groups, the town drunkard grumbling in the corner and the bard singing a melancholic melody. How weird. He sat down for a drink, since he hadn't seen you there. He figured, maybe you'd show.Â
âLookinâ for someone?â the barkeep eventually inquired as he wiped the counter clean.
Leon hummed in affirmation, asking if he'd seen you anywhere. The barkeep stilled.Â
âThat foul girl?â the barkeep spat out. âShe was exposed as a vampire, they staked her yesterday at noon. Never liked that one much, she gave me the creeps,â he grumbled.
âWhat?â Leon felt instantly dizzy and sick to his stomach. They had⊠what? He couldn't believe his ears. And to add to that, this barkeep, the one that had, in the past sang high praises of you, had now switched up his tune?Â
âYeah, foul leech, got what she deserved,â the barkeep leered.
That made Leon snap. He grabbed the barkeep by the hair and slammed his face into the counter, hard. He doesn't know how he managed to compose himself after that, but he paid for whatever drink he had ordered and quickly left. He stopped at the back alley of the establishment to empty his stomach, feeling too sick to handle the bile rising and rising and rising-
After that, he rushed to your home, surely this was an elaborately orchestrated prank and he would find you there waiting for him, only to find it cold and empty and⊠wrong. Your cat, the one you had raised since she was a meek kitten, looked sad. She perked up, but meowed pathetically when she saw it wasn't you at the door. Leon approached Coco to pet her, noticed that the poor thing had been napping on top of one of your discarded shirts, you had probably started your day, gotten changed and then⊠nothing. He couldn't hold back anymore, he broke down then and there, crying on his knees, holding onto Coco for comfort. How⊠How could this happen? You had been fine the day before, apparently. Why, why, why?Â
He spent a long time quietly crying on that floor. After that, the numbness set in. He's not sure just how he kept his wits about him long enough to find out who had dared accuse you of being a vampire, and in one of his least proud moments, killed them. He didn't regret it. Hadn't given them a reason to explain, didn't care for it. They had taken you away from him. He asked around and found where those monsters had just⊠dumped your body, left to rot like a petty criminal and took you in his arms. The coldness he was met with was unsettling. You were always so warm, so full of life⊠To see you like this with his own two eyes, it broke him. Well and truly.Â
He carried you and buried you under a large willow tree that faced the sunset. You had always loved sunsets. He found it fitting. He carved your name on it and spent a long while just sitting there, the grief in his chest consuming him whole. How could this⊠this wasn't possible. Fuck these people. He made a quick stop by your home, one last time. Took all the things he knew you held dear, along with Coco, and left. Went back to his manor. He spent the days sleeping the pain away, the hollowness your absence had left behind in his chest. The nights were the hardest, so he drank until he would pass out, rarely leaving the mansion to feed, or to visit your grave. He found great comfort in Coco. He thinks that the feline deep down also knew you died and found comfort in him, too. She would cuddle him when he slept and would follow him around everywhere. He often took her along with him when he went to visit your grave. The two would spend a lot of time there. He brought you flowers every so often. He once encountered a small little deer napping right where he hadâŠburried you. It seemed your gentleness radiated from you, even in death. He still couldn't believe you were gone. He hadn't felt grief this deep, in all his years as an immortal creature. And to think those foul people accused you of being a vampire, when you had been sheltering him⊠it was too much to think about.
His bitterness was also aimed at the Goddess you kept praying to, before you⊠How could She allow someone so kind as you to be taken from this shitty, cruel world so easily? Wasnât She supposed to, fuck, he doesnât even know.Â
The years passed by slowly, so, so, slowly, and for an immortal creature, that was the worst possible thing. Coco had passed, too. He was heartbroken to lose her. She was the last thing he had of you. Besides your art, that lined the walls of his manor. What a joke. Such a big house, so many riches he had accumulated over the centuries of being alive, and the one person he wanted to show it all to, to share it all with, had been taken from him so cruelly. He buried Coco next to you. He knew you wouldn't want to be separated from her. You had loved her so dearly, like your own flesh and blood. It only seemed fair.Â
Everything after that settled into cold, lonely nights, where he would reminisce on all the moments he had spent with you, wrapped up in your scent and warmth. It was so at odds with the last time he held you. Cold, dead, much like him, but you were well and truly gone. He never really properly dealt with the grief. He would often daydream of how it would feel to hold you in his arms once more. A few centuries of constant numbness and isolation had passed by that point. His heart had been taken from him so suddenly, how could he possibly move on? He remembers how he often would joke with you about how he was a âone lady type of manâ and how you would tease him about how he chose you of all people. He missed you so much, some nights it felt like he would die from heartbreak.
How he would give everything up just to have one more moment with you. None of his materialistic things mattered when you weren't there to share it with. What was the point of him even clinging onto hope? The Gods were cruel, it was a known fact of this world. Why would this so-called âkind Goddessâ ever grace you with Her blessings? You were just one of the many people that had died unjust deaths. He stopped visiting your grave.Â
You woke up gasping for air amidst dirt. You're unsure of how you clawed your way out of the ground, some force within you driving you to do so, before you were even fully coherent. No one was around. It was deep into the night, the moon high up in the sky, shining brightly down at you. Your breaths were labored, deep and heavy as you tried to recall⊠well, anything. Who were you? You gazed behind you, at the large tree. There was a name carved into it. Your name? You're unsure. Shakily, you stood up and dusted the dirt off your clothes.Â
You remembered how to read, that was a good start. You tried to remember anything about yourself, to no avail. Why were you in the dirt? You looked down at your clothes. They were tattered. Could you have been⊠dead? The thought terrified you. Why would you be buried here? Could you be someone unwanted and uncared for? The ground around where you rose from seemed luscious with life. You looked down once more, your chest glowing bright with light. Suddenly, your clothes were restored. How could this be? Odd. Could you be some sort of witch, maybe? No, no, surely not. The warm light faded soon after.
You noticed lights in the horizon, so you decided to go towards them. It seemed to be some sort of settlement, a town? The walk wasn't too long, but the stiffness in your joints made it long. Walking was difficult, so was standing up straight. You took a lot of breaks on your way there. What year could it be? How long had you been⊠dead for? Would there be someone in this world that cared for you? Perhaps not.Â
Something deep within you, led you to the edge of town, towards a small, ruined house. It seemed abandoned. You wonder if its owner had left on a journey of their own and settled away. Seeing how no one was around, you entered the house. The dust inside made you sneeze, once, twice, thrice. You giggled to yourself. This feeling was peculiar. You explored the house, finding nothing of value, besides a few trinkets. One was a silver brooch with a blue gemstone in it. You felt carvings on its back, so you turned it around and squinted your eyes to read what it said.Â
âTo my heart, -L.âÂ
How sweet of this person. But why would the owner leave it behind? Had those two fallen out? You found the possibility sad. Your mind had cleared a little more, since you woke up, which was when you noticed a pendant with a blue gemstone hanging from your throat. Maybe you enjoyed this color before you died! You decided to pocket the brooch, since the owner clearly didn't care for it. You looked through the house some more, in hopes of finding something else, like another pair of shoes, or perhaps some clothes you could use. Your search came up empty, but you weren't too upset about it.Â
You were worried, however, about how you would keep yourself fed and hydrated. You had nothing to your name, besides the clothes on your back and this brooch. You didn't wish to give it away, so you would have to find another way. Perhaps you could find work, but what kind of work? You don't remember what you are good at. Much less who you were before. You only knew your (?) name and even that information was flimsy at best. Anyone could have carved that name on that tree. It could be anyone's name, for all you knew. Someone's lover, someone's daughter, someone's sister?
Your instincts led you towards the town's center, and into a tavern next. You're not sure why you trusted that instinct, but so far, it has not led you astray. You chatted with some folks nursing their drinks, they seemed intrigued by you. You weren't a local, afterall. You mustered up the courage to ask the barkeep, a beautiful, red haired woman, if she needed help with anything. If it hadn't been for her kindness, you're sure you would have starved on the streets. She seemed like she saw right through you, all the years she spent working and interacting with people probably had made her an expert in reading them. She told you she was unmarried, and gave you a roof over your head. You confessed to her that you had no memories of your life, she took pity on you.Â
You worked hard for her for a few months. Made enough money for yourself to be able to drift around, as your gut guided you from one place to the next. You never stayed long enough to make significant connections with anyone, always moving on to the next place whenever you felt that deep gnawing need in your gut. You discovered you quite liked cooking, working at different taverns when you had need for money, or found a place you wanted to settle down on.Â
Being a drifter, had led you to see so much of the world. You had interacted with all sorts of people, who led different types of lives. Once, you found yourself drawn to one of the churches of the gods, where your attention was caught by the statue of a Goddess. Her gentle features captured in the cold stone enthralled you. How you wish you had that level of skill too. Maybe you did? But that was in the past. A past which you had no idea of, still. Sometimes, you dreamt of a large, imposing palace, of walking in its halls in a rush. Other times, you dreamt of a man, his face obscured, but his arms always in some way on you, holding your own.Â
A witch you met in a tavern during your travels took interest in you. She told you you had the aura of someone that had been brought to life by that Goddess. You might have been naive in believing her word, for she could have been lying to you, but you're unsure what she could gain by doing so and you didn't like distrusting people unless they gave you a reason to. So you vaguely told her your story.
The dreams you had were your long lost memories, she said. But any hopes of you finding that man from your dreams were diminished, when she told you that you had probably been dead for a while before your resurrection. So he probably would be long gone, too. It saddened you quite a lot. You had nothing from your past to hold onto, no one to come looking for you or to go back to.
The witch offered to take you under her wing, as her apprentice, but you quite liked the way you lived now, so you declined and kept traveling. Shortly after that encounter, your dreams got more intense. Some nights they were so intense you could barely sleep properly. You often dreamt of the same man, his voice always calming you. You wished desperately to find him, but realistically, you probably never would, but alas. You kept traveling.
You wandered into a large luscious forest early this morning and had gotten a little lost and disoriented. Itâs trees were large and imposing, so can anyone really blame you for marveling at them? You surely wouldn't. The birds were chirping, the deer were frolicking and none of them seemed to pay you any mind as you walked about, occasionally sitting on the ground to rest.
The day had passed by in a blur like that, and night had gradually started to fall. Rain began to slowly fall, small droplets pitter pattering against the leaves making a calming melody. You would have to find shelter soon, before it started to rain heavily.
You kept wandering, until you stumbled upon a manor. It looked a little run down and abandoned, so you decided to take your chances with it. The rain had been increasing in volume, so you hoped if any owners existed, they would at least take some pity on you.
Before you entered, you knocked first, just in case! No one responded. Phew! You pushed the door open, its hinges creaking loudly, it had probably not been used for a while. What a pity, it was a marvelous door! You stepped inside and shut it behind you. Taking a look inside, you noticed various paintings hanging from the walls, depicting landscapes of different times of day. They all looked so beautiful! You wonder who the artist might've been. You'd have liked to meet them!Â
Shaking yourself dry you shivered a little and leaned down to remove your boots so as not to dirty the lush carpet you noticed.
Little did you know, someone had been watching you this whole time. The man had been looking at you in disbelief from the top of the stairs. It couldn't be-Â
He cleared his throat loudly, making you let out a startled yelp as you looked around trying to see who (what?) it was. âWho may you be?â he asked.
You sighed in relief and looked up at him, trying to smile reassuringly. âHello, sir! Just a drifter, I was seeking shelter from the rain! I knocked but no one responded⊠My apologies for barging in like this!â
His mind was in disarray. It couldn't be her. What a cruel trick of fate. It just couldn't, couldn't, couldn't. He tried to keep his cool facade up, but he was shaken. Your voice, your looks, it was as if you were a carbon copy of⊠he shook his head, âapologies, I didn't hear the knocks.â he took a few steps down the stairs, his heart in his throat. The closer he got, the more sick he felt. âYou are welcome to take shelter here.â
âReally? Thank you so much! I promise I won't burden you!â
Even your consideration was the same as- âcome on, the fire is lit in my study,â he motioned for you to follow him. As you trailed behind him, you told him your name when he asked once more, and he told you his. A pretty name for a pretty man.
(This whole introduction had given him serious whiplash, to say the least. He thought back to the first time he saw her back then. How her mysterious introduction had had him thrown for a loop. How easy-going she had been the next time he saw her. It seemed you didn't know he was a vampire, not yet at least. He wasn't sure how to feel about that.)
âYou can sit,â he motioned at one of the armchairs that were near the lit fireplace as he went to stoke the fire.
âThanks, Leon!" you took a seat and looked around the room. More paintings decorated the walls, some propped up on the floor. The ones kept in here were of a couple, the same one in each painting, you assume, in different locations. Some were of the couple near a riverbank, some of the couple standing close together amidst a garden. They were so romantic!
âSo, you live here alone?â
Leon stiffened at the question as he straightened up. âYes. I have for quite a while.â
âOh! Don't you get a little lonely?â
He laughed bitterly. If only you knew. âSometimes, yes.â
âI get that! I get lonely often on my travels!â
He hummed thoughtfully. âHow about tea?â
You smiled and nodded, âif it's not too much to ask for, yes please!â
âI offered,â he said, maybe a little too quickly. He could test you, see if you were a shapeshifter wanting to pull a cruel prank on him. He quickly made the tea and held the cup in front of you in one hand, along with a silver spoon on the other. If you reacted to the silver, he would act swiftly, your appearance be damned.
âThank you so much! I fear I might get sick if I don't warm up properly!â you smile and take the warm cup of tea and the spoon, using it to stir it. You blew some air to it to cool it down before you took a sip and hummed in appreciation. âThis is great!â
So, not a shapeshifter. What the fuck were you, then!? Because you surely weren't her. He gave you a tight lipped smile and sat down on the armchair across yours, also taking a sip from his tea, deep in thought. He glanced at you as you moved to take your thick scarf and cloak off. The silver pendant he had once gifted her hung off your neck. He stared at it in shock. He remembers, clear as day, he had buried her with it. How could this be?
âYou have a really nice taste in decorations, by the way,â you said after a while. âDid you paint those yourself? They're beautiful.â
âNo⊠My lover did. But thanks.â
You nod and look around some more as you take another sip from your tea. There's shelves filled with books and quite a lot of books at that. You wonder to yourself what kind of books a man like him would read.
âYou mentioned you are a traveler?â
You nod enthusiastically, âyeah! It can be a lot of fun!â
âYou have no companions? Family?â
Your face scrunches up. You've had this conversation numerous times already, people always curious as to why a woman would travel by herself, their following bewilderment when you spoke of your missing memories and your failure of a search to find out if the man from your dream-memories is still alive. âNope. None whatsoever. No clear memories either,â you state, because why hide the truth? He opened up his home to you in your time of need, the least you can do is be honest with him.Â
âNo⊠memories? How come?â
He was quite perplexed, to say the least. A stranger, waltzing into his home, looking like an exact replica of his dead lover⊠he didn't want to have hope that you⊠were her⊠but the more you spoke, the more those hopes grew.
âWell, it's a long story, but to shorten it, I woke up beneath a tree, apparently my Goddess granted me life once more, I must've been quite devout before I died!â
That made his world stop. You had been revived? By⊠Her? Too many details lined up for comfort. âA tree, you say? What kind was it?â
âA willow! Big old tree up north! It's not too far from here, actually!â
The storm was now raging outside, causing quite a ruckus. You seemed clueless to his internal mix of panic, joy, melancholy, which the weather matched perfectly by a loud clap of thunder echoing through the room. So it⊠it was you. It had to be. â...I know the one.â
âYou do? Wow! How long have you been living here, then?â
The word âcenturies,â slipped out from his lips before he could stop it. You slowly turned to look at him in shock at his slip-up. He didn't want you to be scared of him, but now that was too late. You would probably freak out and bolt, and he would never see you again.
âYouâre⊠a vampire?â you asked quietly, setting down the cup of tea shakily on the table.
â...Yeah.â
âOh,â was all you managed to say. He hadn't attacked you yet, but what if he had wanted to lower your guard and then strike? Fuck, fuck, fuck, how could you be so careless!? âYou won't eat me, will you?â
He scoffed, as if offended at the mere thought. âEat you? I could never, fuck, I would never.â
He could be lying to you. But he sounded sincere, more sincere than some of the people you had interacted with so far. âYou didn't put anything weird in my tea, did youâŠ?â
He scoffed again, âsweetheart, if I wanted to kill you, I would've already done so.â
That oddly reassured you. Just a little bit, at least. So, what the hells, you decided, you might as well go for it. âHave you been around for longâŠ?â
He laughs softly. âToo long.â
You nodded once more and steeled yourself. âCould you know who the maker of this was?â you pulled out the brooch and handed it to him. He stared at you, his mouth hanging open. He thought he had long lost this.
âYou⊠How did you get this?â
You explained how your first day after your resurrection had gone, and he had listened intently. He kept you talking (which was something he always had been good at before she- no, you- died), and you had told him of how your last two years had been. You're not sure why you felt so at ease telling him all about your life, how you dreamt of your past but it was never clear, but it was a feeling like no other. You felt warm and listened to, for once in your (newfound) life.
âAre you crying? I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?â you immediately apologise when you notice a few tears staining his cheeks. He quickly wipes them away with the back of his hand and hands you back the brooch.
âI thought I lost you forever,â he says softly.
âYou-you knew me!?â
Your excited tone makes his heart flutter. Your happiness was always contagious to him, and for once, he's glad he didn't drink an ounce of wine tonight.
âYeah. I did.â
âWere we close!?â
âClose would be an⊠understatement.â
Oh⊠Oh.
Could he be the man from your dreams? Now that you think about it, the voice matches, you even feel⊠the same sense of safety from your dreams in his presence, despite his nature.
The rain kept pelting against the windows harshly as you two talked well into the night. He (somehow) convinced you to agree to stay with him, for a while, at least and he also helped you make sense of some of your tangled up memories. You really felt like you could trust him.
The months passed by enveloped in tension between you two. He had let you choose one of the manors rooms as your own, and tried to give you as much space as he could, but oftentimes he was a little overbearing. You didn't blame him, opting to just play along with it to ease his fears. If your positions were switched, you would have been the same.
You often would end up keeping him company during nights when your dream-memories overwhelmed you enough to be unable to continue sleeping. He craved to hold you, but he hadn't tried to do so yet. Maybe you would be averse to affection from him this time around and he knew that it would break him if he saw disgust on your face by his advances.
Getting to know you once again had brought back his feelings for you ten times stronger. You hadn't changed too much, it seemed, you were just⊠more free. Freer than you had been in the past.
The first time since you two were reunited that he held you was one he would remember for a while. Hearing your horrified screams of pain had made him rush to your room instantly, only to find you asleep, a night terror causing it. He gently stirred you awake and was (pleasantly) surprised when you threw yourself into his arms and sobbed. Your pained cries had broken his heart, but holding you like this? Oh god, he could die a happy man. The last time he got to hold you was when he buried you. The sheer contrast of how you felt against him was overwhelming. When he managed to calm you down enough to speak, you told him that you dreamt of your death. The screams made more sense now. You begged him to stay next to you, if not for the night, which he obliged, without hesitation.
Things changed after that. You were more open with him, even touched him casually, as you once did before. He reveled in it. Eventually, you asked if he could feed from you, when after one night of more memories returning to you, you discovered that you used to do that. The experience felt new and old at the same time, and you were surprised to find the whole experience pleasurable, even.
Leon felt so complete and happy after so many centuries of pain and loneliness. Everything was falling back into place, slowly but surely, and he couldn't be more overjoyed at the fact.
You ended up staying with him for good, occasionally going on small trips with him, your wanderlust still there. But that old need in your gut had vanished. It seems it had finally led you where you were meant to go. You kept praying to the Goddess, genuinely thankful for the second chance at life She had given you.Â
After a year or two of this, now closer in age to him than before, to be clear, the age he was turned at, not his actual age, and after you two had had a lot of long talks about things and your memories were fully back, he turned you. It was what you always had wanted anyways, so if now, then when? The world had felt so different now, so amplified, it was as if you were truly seeing it for the first time again. You had also started painting again somewhere along the way. Everything was perfect.
Waking up, in the arms of your now husband for the rest of your (immortal) lives, you're glad you had pulled that silly little stunt, way back then.
summary: you and dante have a one night stand and he abandons you after, you later find out youre pregnant with his kid. years pass and he shows up to see if he still has a chance to make up and be with you and is shocked to find his daughter there instead. this is how you two make up
warnings: my shitty writing as always, dante might be ooc idk ive only ever written for him twice, takes place after dmc5, this is fluff with slight angst? lots of me yammering, dante being a silly needy desperate guy, dante is a mess but hes trying his best, uhh the daughter is an oc cause i didnt know what else to base her off of, no mentions of y/n, mom gets used a few times? but no other pronouns or skin color or anything is used to describe yall, i hope most of you can read it!
a/n: this was from a req on ao3, figured i should start getting these done, even though im still HEAVILY hyper-fixated on leon. wait for me slimes im trying my best!! i hope this is okay to read lol. likes, comments and rbs are appreciated! have fun!
You had met Dante, as Tony. Tony Redgrave. You used to work at a bar he frequented, trying to make some money on the side whilst you got your degree. You two had grown quite close, you think you had intense feelings for him, and on a fateful night, you two slept together. In the heat of the moment, he had revealed his true name to you, cracking a joke or two (while still inside you, fucking goofball). The morning after, you woke to a cold bed, and Dante nowhere to be found. It broke your heart, but oh well. What can you do? (Other than mope around feeling used.)
If you had known you'd get pregnant from it, you might have just kept your legs closed, but you really loved your child, so you're not really sure if you'd actually change a thing from that night. (Well, you might've woken yourself up earlier to give Dante a throttling for daring to leave you like that and disappearing from your life.)
What followed was you freaking out of your goddamn mind, because you were pregnant and alone, just trying to get your damn degree. You didn't have the guts to go ahead and get an abortion, so you were âstuckâ going insane over being a mother in your early 20s. But giving birth to your little girl, Emilia was the most beautiful (and fucking painful) moment of your life and you wouldnât give her up for anything.
Stupid bastard kid had your eyes but his hair, and most of his features. She was in your goddamn womb for nine months, and she came out looking like a carbon copy of him! The audacity! But you adored her anyway.
She had grown into a gorgeous woman, though, still looking like him, strong and with a great sense of morality. You had always known Dante was special and you hoped your little girl wouldn't have inherited any of that, but alas, she did, and she really wanted to fight and protect the weak. She was so sweet, but she really had taken years off your life when she sat you down and told you that.Â
You had never tried to track him down, because, why would you? He had left you, cold and alone after the most intense sex of your life. Vanished off the face of the earth for all you knew. At first it was because of that resentment and fear that your child would be brought into dangers you couldn't comprehend nor protect her from, but over the years it turned into you being afraid of telling him. You knew you'd get an earful and possibly (metaphorically) get skinned alive if you just appeared in his life and told him he was a father. You were scared, selfishly so, and also, truthfully, really lazy and too busy to look for him. You didn't want him in your life if he was going to up and disappear without a word, you couldn't risk hurting your little girl's feelings like that.Â
Well, she was a little girl no more, but she'd always be your little girl, even if she could kick your ass without breaking a sweat. She was exceptionally smart, having gotten her own degree in microbiology and excelled in her field of work, whilst also fighting and protecting people from the few demon attacks that had happened where you two lived, together.
Your house was modest, and you were glad Emilia had chosen to live with you despite her age. You two had your routine and were really close, which made you happy that she trusted you like that. She never had complained about her father being absent, only having asked about him once when she was a teenager, to which you answered truthfully. Or, as truthfully as you could. You had told her that you weren't sure if he was alive, because he had left you after her conception and that you thought he was âspecialâ. She didn't press you on further details, which you were glad, because thinking about him always brought up that feeling of despair you got when you woke up that day.
Today was a day like any other, you were at work, and it was one of Emilia's rare off days, so she was at home playing video games. (Even smart people like her had to have a hobby!) There was a knock on the door, which she found peculiar as she paused her game and got up to open the door.
There stood a tall, older man, with white hair and blue eyes, who looked just as stunned to see her as she did him. She cleared her throat after a moment of surprise, âuhh, hello? Who are you?â
Now, Dante hadn't thought much about you over the years since he left you after that night. He had to not think about you, because if he did, he knew he'd go back to you in a heartbeat, and he didn't want you, a mere civilian, to get mixed up in his world. His very dangerous world. So in his head, leaving had been the best option. As soon as he realized he loved you it had been over. He was fucked. So he tucked tail, ran and tried his hardest to forget about you and that night. He only found you now because he thought that⊠Well, things were safe. He had his brother back, a nephew, too, but he didn't feel complete without you, he realized. So, he searched and searched and⊠found you.
He cleared his throat and blinked at this young woman, who was looking at him in irritation? She seemed to be in her 20s, and she had your eyes. And⊠white hair. Dante swore he felt dizzy as he looked at her dumbfounded. âHey there, you are?â
âIâm Emilia, now, who are you old man?âÂ
Dante huffed a laugh and combed a hand through his hair. She couldn't possibly be⊠his daughter, could she? That was a silly, silly thought. Surely not??? âDante.âÂ
âOookay edgelord, what do you want?â she asked once more, growing more and more irritated with how weirdly he was looking at her. As if she had grown a second head! She knew she hadn't!
Dante managed to ask Emilia if this was where you lived, which only made her more suspicious about him. âOh, mom? Yeah, she lives here. But she's at work now, should be home soon, why?â
âIm, ah, an old friend.â
Despite her suspicions of him, Emilia knew deep down. I mean, not many men had hair as white as this⊠Dante guy, and even then, this guy looked like her. Or to be more accurate, she looked like him. She invited him in to wait for you and tried to make small talk to gauge his personality.Â
You didn't take that long to get home. You had been so tired and just looked forward to getting home, eating and sleeping. You unlocked the door, looking down at your phone as you put your things away and muttered an âiâm homeâ to let Emilia know you were back. You hadn't even noticed Dante sitting on your couch looking at you like something had just clicked in his head.
âHey mom, your âfriendâ here decided to pay you a visit,â she snickers, because at this point? Yeah, she's sure this is her dad.Â
You look up from your phone in confusion, then, utter mortification, when you see Dante sat there looking like he owns the place. (Which you knew was him trying to be cool, he tended to do that back in the day when he was freaking out but trying to keep his persona up.)
All color had drained from your face and you were feeling extremely dizzy, âoh, fuck,â you manage to squeak out. Emilia laughs, and (you think, you were too out of it to be sure) says something about leaving you two to âcatch upâ before she makes a beeline for the door and leaves.
âUh. Hi,â you eventually say.
âIs she mine?â
Of course he would ask that first thing in. You sit down on the couch, mostly so you don't pass out and nod faintly.
All hell broke loose after that. No pun intended. You and Dante argued and argued and argued, for a good hour or so, about you having kept Emilia a secret. He said he had a right to know and be there for her, which had made you blow up at him, because he chose to leave after that night, how should you have known he'd want to be a present father? He hadn't even wanted to wake up next to you and deal with the conversation that would have come up that morning, why would he want to stick around for his kid? He had taken great offense to that (even though he knew you were right) and kept arguing his case. When you got up and all but threw a scrapbook in his face, decorated with âfor daddyâ in pink glittery letters he finally shut up and drew in a deep breath as he opened it and looked at the contents.
Emilia had kept that since she was a little girl, you had started it just in case you ever did get the guts to tell him, and she filled it with all her big moments, even now as an adult. It broke Dante. He wanted to be there to witness these things first hand. He hadn't. He knew he had to make up for all these years he missed out on his little girl's life. He never regretted leaving more than he did now. To be fair, he couldn't have known that you'd get pregnant, let alone have kept the kid, but he would still beat himself up over it. All these years lost, the highs and lows of his goddamn daughter's life. And he thought Vergil had been the deadbeat dad. At least he had an excuse for the absence. What did Dante have? He had been a coward and he didn't want you to be dragged into the mess that was his life, didn't want you to have to deal with the debts he had, the things that were after him, even Dante himself and how shitty his depression got. He wanted to keep you out of it, far away, somewhere you could be happy and unharmed, but it seemed that one choice he made in panic came back to bite him in the ass harder than any demon ever could. What a fucking joke.
After that, you two finally quieted down enough to have a decent conversation, where you told him more about Emilia and he finally cleared up details about his lineage to you. Your little girl's strength and irregular regeneration made a lot more sense, considering. He wanted to get to know her and be in her life. He promised he'd make the effort. You guess you would find out if you were right to trust him. When Emilia had returned from her walk, she didn't seem surprised when you two sat her down and told her that he was her father. Things felt like they were moving too fast for your liking, but she was a grown woman, so you trusted her to make her own choices. This was her dad afterall. The one, who, you knew that deep down she always craved to meet but never asked you for details because she didn't like how sad you got over it.
Over the next few months, the two had really hit it off, Dante hesitantly helping her train and teaching her how to control her demon powers better. It had been rough for you, you're not gonna lie, seeing how easy it was for him to be her parent, while you had struggled to be a good mom for her for so many years. Not that you were bad, but it had still been hard for you not to fall into despair when things got difficult. He had just shown up and it was like he never had been absent in the first place. You kept yourself busy and chose to put as much distance between you and Dante as you could, because you were still hurt and upset, and despite his apologies and efforts, that ache wouldn't go away. He was good at everything (except paying his bills), of course he'd be an amazing dad. Not that the two didn't have their disagreements, but still.Â
Lately he had been showing up more and more when you were home too, and tried to spend time with you, which you always managed to dodge and avoid with excuses varying from shitty to decent. He knew he had hurt you and that it wouldn't just be fixed from one day to the other, but he was starting to get really impatient. The original visit to you, before he found he had a whole ass daughter, was meant to see if things between you two could be repaired. If he still had a shot. He knew it was foolish to expect you to still be single after all these years, let alone want him, but he was nothing if not a (hopeful) fool.Â
Emilia had gone on a trip with her new friends, Dante's nephew, Nero, and a few of his friends, which meant you had the house to yourself. What a glorious day it would be! You first cleaned up a little, then treated yourself to a nice, long shower, and then it was time for you to sit back and pig out whilst watching movies. What could possibly ruin that?Â
A knock echoed across the room. You groaned, because who the fuck could it be at this hour?! Your first instinct was to ignore it, which you unsuccessfully did, because the offender kept knocking. You huffed in frustration and trudged to the door, seething. You yanked it open and barely held back an annoyed whine when you saw Dante, standing there with a pizza box in hand, smirking smugly at you.
âKnew you were in there. Câmonnn, let me in.â
You glared at him and stepped aside, "Emilia isn't here, you know?â
He stepped in, handed the pizza box to you and took his coat and shoes off, âoh, I know. What, can't a guy treat his other favorite girl to some pizza?â
âNo. And since when am I your âother favorite girl?ââ you scoffed and moved back towards the living room, set the pizza box down on the coffee table and sat down, before you took a slice out to eat. Dante had, of course, followed you and did the same.
âSince forever, of course!â
âRight, sure,â you said blankly. The audacity of this man frustrated you to no end.
âSooo, are you single..?â
You almost choked on your pizza bite. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and finished chewing before responding. â...Why?â
He groaned. Did you really have to be so evasive!? âJust answer the question!â
âNot until you answer mine,â you countered. Why was he even curious right now? Did he want to rub it in? That, what? You hadn't gotten over him, even after all these years, while he had moved on with someone else? Bastard man.
âBecause! I'm curious!â
âBut why! Why do you care?â
âI just want to know if I still have a shot!â
His outburst shocked you. That was so unlike him. A shot? At what?Â
You fully turned to look at him, your mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. He⊠wanted you?Â
Oh. Oh, fuck.
âCâmon, don't look at me like that! Answer the question,â he grumbled.
âMind your business,â you cleared your throat. You weren't about to make this easy on him. He had âghostedâ you, as your daughter would say. Why should you?
âOh, come on!â
âDonât you âoh, come onâ me,â you snarked. âWhat, do you think you can just waltz back into my life and have everything handed to you on a silver platter? Greedy old man.â
âHey! Firstly, I'm not old, just experienced! And secondly! That's not what I thought. I swear, I want this. I want you. I want to prove it to you, if you don't believe me. And I'll keep proving it to you even after you do. Just, gimme a chance, please?â
He was using that stupid puppy eyed expression that always had you folding back in the day. And he sounded like he really believed (and meant) what he was saying. He also really had been making an immense amount of effort with your daughter⊠Maybe you should⊠No. Nuh-uh. You got fooled once, you wouldn't be fooled again!
âIâm not convinced,â you say after a while.
âPretty please, baby?â
You leveled him with a serious look. He dropped the act with a huff and combed a hand through his hair in frustration.Â
âI didn't want to leave you, you know? I panicked. And bolted. Didn't want to bring you into the danger that was- no, is- my life. But I guess that didn't work out so well for me, eh?â
âUh-huh.â
âAnd I really am sorry for it. I should've been there for you, for⊠our daughter. But I wasn't. And I'll spend every day of the rest of my days trying to make up for that. So⊠please?â
âOkay, fine,â you said in exasperation. âI am single. Do with that what you will.â
He fist pumped the air in celebration. You rolled your eyes and tried to hide a smile. He was still a goofball, through and through.
Over the next few months, Dante had really been trying to âwooâ you. It was like he'd turned the dial up to eleven, constantly flirting with you, complimenting you, and, surprisingly, acting like a needy puppy when you two were alone together. You were still reluctant about this whole thing, but he really had been making a great effort, both with you and with your daughter. It had almost been a year since he walked back into your life and you can't lie⊠you had been really happy. Reluctant, but happy.
The amount of debts he had worried you, but he said he would âtake care of itâ which did little to actually reassure you, but it's not like you didn't have a house to live, so you figured you'd let him do as he pleased. Though, where he got the money to take you on dates was beyond you, but what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you, so!
Sometimes, however, you really worried about him and your daughter, this whole devil hunting business leaving you uneasy, but you also trusted Dante would protect her, if push came to shove. So you were (somewhat) reassured. You still couldn't help but worry, though.
These last few months, you had also met the rest of his friends. They seemed like wonderful ladies, you were glad they were in his life. And Vergil⊠you surprisingly got along with him well. He found how you interacted with his brother rather amusing, and you had also put him on classical music, which he appreciated a lot. Not that he didn't know of it, but it had been nice of you to treat him like just another guy rather than what he was. Those interactions between you, the love of his life, and his brother, really seemed to also please Dante, despite you two always ganging up on him, although he'd never say it out loud.
You had also ended up getting really, really fascinated by his devil form. You knew you were always a little weird in the head, but when you saw him transform into that for the first time, and your first thought being âI can take himâ really cemented that in your brain. But anyway! It had been a few really eventful months (almost a year) in your life since he chose to come back, and by now, you didn't mind. Emilia had also been having the time of her life, finally getting the big family you always knew she wanted. It made your heart full with joy and love. You were so glad Nero had been so accepting of her, taking her under his wing, even though he was a few years younger than her. It was sweet of him. He also seemed glad to have a cousin he could (somewhat) relate to.
What surprised you the most, however, was just how sweet Dante was with you. How smitten. Not that you were any better, but you still would pretend to be skeptical about him from time to time, if only to tease him when he was being a brat (affectionate).
He often would return from contracts he took covered in blood and stinking, and he always would insist you take care of him, which was adorable, for someone like him to trust you to see him vulnerable like that, when in the past, he wouldn't have been caught dead doing so. Your relationship with him definitely had blossomed into something that should've been from the start, but you guess, right person, wrong time? It certainly felt that way. But at least you had each other now and that's all that mattered.
leon s kennedy x reader (im sorry vergil enthusiasts)
wc: 4208
summary: leon was in a bad head space but you manage to cheer him up ;)
warnings: english isnt my first language, THIS IS SMUT. MINORS GTFO! leon is suicidal, mentions of him trying but he doesnt go through with it, reader is slightly obsessive and off putting, fluff and smut, slow passionate sex ig? idk how to write ts chat, i hope its ok to read at least, chris and jill have a cameo, awkward tension, leon is gentle and an aftercare king, roommates to best friends to lovers, needy leon and needy yn, yn has she/her pronouns and fem anatomy but besides that no skin color or body type is described so i hope most ppl can read it (sorry!)
a/n: hello slimes, my 2nd ever posted leon fic! i hope its not horrible to read and the smut is decent(ish), i tried my best! yall have twin to thank for this even being a smut fic, if she hadnt said a 'YES' when i asked her, id have done my usual fade to suggestive shi strat. anyway, enjoy, likes, rbs and comments are appreciated!
You and Leon had been roommates for a few years. What had started as you simply in need of housing, and him just⊠not wanting to be going back home to a cold, empty apartment, had ended up being one of the best things of your life. You and Leon had grown quite close over the years of you two being roommates, even calling each other best friends!Â
You didn't work at the D.S.O. as a field agent, you were just one of the secretaries aiding agents with paperwork, which is where you originally met Leon. It was at the break room, on your first day of work, where you had quite literally walked right into him, having heard a rumor that he was in search of a roommate, your face slamming into his back and all. It had been very fucking embarassing for you, especially because you had wanted to make a good first impression so he would choose you. Thank god he had laughed it off. He still teased you about it to this day.
You had heard of an operation going horribly wrong, and you knew Leon had been on it, but you hadn't been privy to more information about it, seeing as you were only a lowly secretary. Leon had subsequently gone on vacation right after that operation, and he wouldn't pick up any of your calls.
What you hadn't known, however, was exactly how horribly that mission had gone. His whole team had been wiped out. There was nothing he could have done to prevent it. And him being sent on âvacationâ? That had just been the nice way of him being told to get some therapy. What a fucking joke. He was seriously at the end of his rope. He was never good enough, never fast enough, never competent enough to prevent the blood on his hands from building and building up. He was so exhausted from being treated as the D.S.O.âs leashed bloodhound, seen as nothing more than the go-to guy to be sent when they wanted things done quickly. He wasn't Leon Kennedy, he was just Agent Kennedy, someone disposable if it ever came to that.
To be honest, he wanted to end it all. Maybe one nice bullet to the head and all his little problems would be solved. The easy way out, so he wouldn't have to deal with all his survivors' guilt, all those nightmares, all this blood on his hands. He did try to take the easy way out. Tried, but when push came to shove, he realized that deep down? He wanted-no, needed- to keep living. That realization had made him want to scream and pull his hair out.Â
Night fell again, as it always did, cursed thing, and as always, things got worse for him. He had been trying to sleep in his shitty hotel bed for what felt like years. He opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm on the bedside table, it read 4am. Fuck, another sleepless night, his mind refusing to quiet down, even after he had taken a few sleeping pills (too many) to achieve that. How cruel.
Meanwhile, you were in bed, unable to sleep too, tossing and turning, as one does. Now, you wouldn't call yourself too much of a weirdo, no, but⊠well, when you were anxious, you tended to get a⊠tad bit obsessive and (downright) stalkerish. Were you a diet stalker? Perchance. Did you care? Not too much! You and Leon would share your locations, because over the years of living with you, he discovered your, uh, more unusual behaviors, and he had told you he didn't mind it, if it would ease your anxiety over his well being.
(He also weirdly liked being cared for like that for once.)Â
You had already checked his location, which was turned off, for obvious reasons, you think, after that mission, and had already done your usual social media rounds, which had come up empty, but, to be fair, Leon never posted anything anyways, so it was done more out of your compulsion to check rather than anything else.
Sometimes, you think, if some outsider saw how you were acting, they'd think you were an obsessive girlfriend, rather than a very worried best friend slash roommate. Which was all you were. Totally!Â
Suddenly, amidst Leon's spiralling, his phone rang. He groaned and reached for it blindly, taking a peek at the caller ID. What were you calling him for at this hour of the night? He answered the call.
âOh my god! You finally picked up, hi Leon!!â
He felt a rush of relief at hearing your voice and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. It had been quite a few days since you two had talked, not for a lack of trying on your end, however. His voice was thick, from the lack of use, he had been trying to fall asleep afterall, making him sound more tired than usual, as he answered. âWhatâre you doing calling me at, like, four in the morning?â
âOh, uh, did I wake you?â
He chuckled weakly, a soft, tired smile on his face despite how exhausted he was. âKind of? I was trying to sleep. Is everything okay?â
You sighed. It was exactly as you feared. âWell, yes and no?â
Leon frowned, concern creeping into his voice. He shifted in bed slightly, adjusting the blanket over him better. âThatâs not an answer,â he said gently and rubbed a hand over his stubble, "what's going on? Did something happen?â
âWell⊠it's kinda hard to explain?â
Your evasive answer made his frown deepen, or at least you assumed he was frowning, with how his voice sounded. âTry me, I'm listening.â
You took a deep breath in for courage before you spoke. âYou know how I sometimes get really anxious and stuff? Like, about something happening to you?â
Leon nodded instinctively, even though he knew you couldn't see him. âYeah. Are you feeling that way right now?â
You hummed in confirmation. âYes sir. Felt sick to my stomach from it, so I thought I should try calling again. I'm sorry, I should've checked the time.â
He laughed tiredly at your apology. âHey, it's alright,â he reassured, his voice gentle and understanding, âIâm glad you called, just wasn't expecting you to call at this hour is all.â
You breathed a sigh of relief. âAlright! Sooo, are you okay?â
âNot really,â he answered honestly. He was too tired to lie right now, sleep deprivation catching up to him, âbut I will be. Didn't mean for you to worry about me, though.â
âYou know I always worry about you. Did something happen?â
Leon sighed and closed his eyes, torn between wanting to tell you, and not wanting to worry you even more, like he knew you would. But he also knew you wouldn't stop asking, and he couldn't dodge your questions like he could everyone else's. He had a soft spot for you. âNothing specific⊠just⊠bad days, I guess. You know how it goes.â
Of course you did, which was why you were always so worried about him. But this time, it didn't sound like the usual things that seemed to constantly gnaw and eat away at him, no. He sounded more tired, more worn down. âNooo, that's not it.â
âItâs late, sweetheart, and you're not sleeping either, you don't have to do this,â he paused as he adjusted the phone against his ear, âyou already called to check on me, that's enough.â
You groaned, of course he would say that. âNo, no, please, tell me?â
He sighed again. How could he worry you more when you had already gone through the trouble of calling him in the first place? He knew he could lie, but what good would that do? You would call him out on it and you would worry more. âJust⊠the usual stuff.â
âStop being cryptic, you doofus.â
âAlright, alright, bossy much?â he huffs. âThe mission, it went to shit, like they always do. Couldn't do much to prevent it, I was too late, again.â his voice comes out more wobbly, which he would blame on the lack of sleep, and definitely not on anything else. âAnd⊠I can't sleep. Again.â
âDid you⊠try anything?â
He could practically see your worried expression, even if you weren't there. And he wasn't stupid as to what you were alluding to with that question. â...No. Just took a few sleeping pills, but they don't seem to be doing their job.â
âDo you want to stay on call until we both fall asleep, maybe?â
âYes.â
You nodded to yourself, a small smile of relief on your lips. âOkay! Good! So, when are you coming back from vacation?â
âAh, that's complicated. Why? Miss me that much?â
Without missing a beat you respond, âyes.â
His heart does a weird little flip in his chest at your immediate response. âIf you wanted me back that bad, you couldâve just asked, y'know," he tries to mask the way his heart is still practically doing somersaults in his chest with that stupid fucking remark.Â
âCan you? Come back sooner?â
âI'll⊠see what I can do.â
âYay! Thank you, I'm sorry, I know I can be a little overbearing, you don't actually have to!â
As if. He would do anything you asked of him without hesitation. He was so whipped, it wasn't even funny. The lines of friendship and relationship between you two had been blurred for a long time. But neither of you seemed to really mind.
You two kept talking for a while more, about the mission, how his vacation was, you even caught him up to some new gossip you heard in the break room. He ended up falling asleep by the time the sun started to rise, and even slept for more than 4 hours consecutively. You didn't sleep, because you had work, but you didn't even mind as you trudged through the day like a zombie. It was worth it, because you had heard his voice after so long. It eased the gnawing anxiety in your bones, and the incessant need to (obsessively) check up on him.
A few more days passed since that call, and soon enough, Leon was opening the door to your shared apartment late in the afternoon, his luggage in hand, as he looked around for you. âIâm home,â he said loudly.
What followed was a loud thud! and a few muttered curses, before he saw you appear from your bedroom, disheveled as fuck and winded, âLEON! HI!â
He yelped as you threw yourself at him, arms around his neck and all, hugging him tightly. He, of course, hugged you back, how could he not? âHey, sweetheart. You okay? Did you trip again?â
You pulled back (much to his dismay) and took his luggage from his hand to move it to his room. âUhh, maybe? A little. I'm okay though! Mostly!â
âMostly? Seriously?â Â
You nodded before you finally moved his luggage to his room and came back, practically bouncing on your toes from excitement. âYeah! I don't care! You're back!!! Hi!!!â
Leon chuckled and shook his head in exasperation. He remembered he got you a little present and pulled the box from his pocket. âUh, here, thought you might like this.â
You looked at him, your head tilted to the side slightly and accepted the box. Opening it revealed a silver necklace, with a blue heart shaped pendant hanging from it. âYou didn't have to?? Oh my god this is so pretty, thank you Leon!â
You motioned for him to put it on you, handing him the box back and turning so your back was facing him and you gathered your hair out of the way.Â
âI know I didn't have to, I wanted to,â he chuckled and carefully put it on you. His touch was barely there and oh so gentle. It made you shiver, you hoped he didn't notice, and if he did he didn't say anything about it, neither did you.
The days after he returned passed by as they usually did. You'd both go to work together, then have lunch together and when it was time to leave, leave together once more. Of course, you would excitedly talk his ear off, but he never complained and sometimes you think he kept you talking on purpose.Â
Tonight, you, Leon, Chris and Jill, (Claire was off in some European country fundraising with her nonprofit), had met up and gone to a quiet little bar, the groups usual hangout spot, since it provided amazing drinks and a calm atmosphere. It was one of the best bars for a group of three Raccoon City survivors and hardened agents, and you were just happy to be included!
The conversation flowed between you all, catching up since the last time you had the chance to meet up like this, not that it had been a long while, but it still was nice.
At some point Chris had started reminiscing with Leon about an assignment where they'd worked together, how silly some of the hijinks that had ensued during it were, and when you commented on one of the aspects of the story he hadn't brought up yet, he seemed taken aback. And then really confused when you told him he'd shared that story before... And the exact time he had, two years ago. Leon didn't even bat an eye, he had gotten used to your⊠observant? nature long ago. After that though, Jill whisked you away to the ladies room.
âYou know, for someone who says you and Leon are âjust really close friends,â you sure as hell act like a clingy couple most of the time,â Jill laughed and approached the restroom mirror to look herself over.
Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. âNo we don't! That is slander!â
âUh-huh. You should see the way he looks at you.â
âWhat does that even mean Jill! Weâre just tight!â that phrasing made you snicker and mutter an âIâm tightâ under your breath.Â
âYeah I know you are,â Jill snorted, âand c'mon, you seriously think you can fool a detective? Did you two get together in secret or?â
âNO?! We did not! We won't! He doesn't think of me that way!â
Your adamant protests made Jill giggle. Because to her it was obvious. âSo, you're telling me that you remembering every little detail about Leon is normal and âjust best friendsâ behaviour? You're full of it.â
âIt is! Sooo normal!â
âBabe, you're practically drooling over him like a dog over a bone. Everyone can tell.â
You were utterly mortified. âPsh, no? I don't. You have no proof!â
âLast time we got drinks together and he was wearing that shirt? Whatever, I remember you distinctly kept zoning out staring at his biceps.â
âOkay, first of all, it was a navy button up,â you corrected, âsecond of all, nuh-uh!â
She laughed again, that knowing look in her eyes telling you everything you needed to know. Your face felt so warm under her scrutiny. This was so embarrassing!Â
Meanwhile, Leon and Chris were having a similar conversation about you.Â
âSo, you're telling me she's not obsessed with you?âÂ
âObviously not. She's just⊠really caring, in her own way?â Leon shrugged and took a sip from his drink.
âSo, when are you gonna tell her you're in love with her?â
Leon choked mid sip, and after he swallowed roughly, he broke into a coughing fit. âW-What!?â he sputtered.
Chris laughed loudly, attracting a few odd looks their way, at Leon's reaction. âYou heard me!â
âThatâs none of your business,â Leon said indignantly, which only fueled Chrisâ amusement.
âCome on, man, you'll have to make a move eventually, before someone else does,â Chris wiggled his brows suggestively.
âShut up. Stop talking,â Leon grumbled.
Before their conversation could continue, you and Jill had returned.Â
The rest of the night was just as enjoyable, and after a few more hours of enjoying each other's companies, you all decided to head back. You bid Chris and Jill your farewells, as did Leon, and started walking back home.
It was a short walk, but it was⊠awkward, to say the least. You noticed his shift in behavior instantly, (you really were obsessed), but you were also kind of stunlocked by what Jill had told you earlier in your little one on one conversation. Had you really been so obvious? And if you had, had he noticed and, was this his way of saying âsorry, not interestedâ?
Leon had also been thinking back to some of your behaviours, your more obsessive side and how it didn't exactly put him off, but rather⊠he was into it? He adored how attentive and observant you were, remembering details about him no one else had, like, ever, after mentioning those things in conversation once multiple years ago.
Eventually you two got back to your shared apartment. You were still both quiet, opting to go change in your rooms and go sit on the couch afterwards. He came in and sat near you, making you glance at him from the corner of your eye. This silence was making you more and more anxious, the more it kept going. Ugh! You turned the TV on and shuffled through whatever was playing, just for some background noise. It landed on a romantic movie. ARE YOU SERIOUS. The remote found that exact moment to crap out on you, making you huff in frustration and smack it against your palm.
âWhat did the poor remote do to you?â Leon snickered as he watched you abuse it.
âWon't change channels,â you grumbled and kept up your onslaught, until Leon pried it from your death grip and set it aside on the couch. He laughed softly as you grumbled once more, and took your hand in his, his hold gentle yet strong.
âYouâve been acting odd since the bar,â he pointed out.
âMe? You're the one that's been acting weird!â
âMaybe I have.â
He brought your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss to your knuckles, as he looked you in the eyes.
âW-Whats up with you!?â you laugh awkwardly, this unexpected closeness making it hard to think.
âNothing.â
The romantic movie that was playing in the background found this the perfect time to play a scene of the main characters kissing dramatically in the rain. Not that either of you were paying attention now. The remote clearly had Leon as its favorite, seeing as it worked perfectly fine as he used it to turn the TV off.
Leon's free hand moved to your hip and he guided you to sit on his lap. You could feel your face heating up more and more as you situated yourself there. Oh god, was this really happening!?! You were at a loss of words, staring at him with your mouth slightly parted, all thoughts reduced to âoh my god I need him to fuck me stupidâ.
His hand, that was previously on your hip, moved up to cup your jaw, bringing your face closer to his. It felt like too much and not enough at the same time. He closed the gap slowly, kissing you tenderly. His lips, which were slightly chapped, but fuck you didnât care right now, were moving rhythmically against yours as you kissed him back. Your hands had found their way to his hair, tugging and playing with it as he kissed you like it was the last thing he'd ever get to do.
The kissing kept going, at some point, you're not sure when you had started grinding down on him, which made him groan and his hips buck up against yours in response. You were both messes, your shirt and his having been discarded long ago, and both of your minds hazy with lust.
âFuck, look at you,â he muttered against your neck, one of his hands groping at your breast and playing with your nipple almost absent-mindedly, as he pressed hot open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could reach.
You whined and grinded down once more, your hand playing with his hair as you tried, and failed, to catch your breath now that he wasn't kissing you senseless.
âI think you broke my brain,â you half huff, half moan, as he sucks a hickey into your neck.
âGood.â
âGood!?â you asked indignantly.
âYeah. Stops you from overthinking shit.â
He dove back in, kissing you on the lips like his mouth belonged there, which, to him, it did!
You're not even sure when, after that (and a lot more kissing) he got you into his bedroom, but all you could feel was him. His room had that distinctive Leon Kennedy smell you were addicted to, and god maybe you were a junkie at this point, because you never wanted to get over this.
After more clothes had been removed he moaned when he felt how wet you were as he ran his fingers through your folds, which made you writhe under him. With how much you had been dry-humping each other up to this point, you're not sure how neither of you had creamed your goddamn pants like horny teenagers, but you knew if he kept this shit up, you'd not last longer. Currently, he was mouthing at one of your breasts, one of his hands interlaced with yours and pressed down against the mattress, and the other was knuckles deep in you, working you open and preparing you for⊠fuck the thought alone made you whimper some more.
âPlease, fuck- please, Leon-â you begged, your free hand clutching the bedsheets in a death-grip.
âPlease what baby?âÂ
âPlease fuck me,â you moaned, and under any different circumstances, you'd be dying of embarrassment at how needy you sounded, but right now, his kissing you stupid strategy had, in fact, worked, and all you wanted was his dick in you, yesterday.
âSince you asked so nicely,â he pulled his fingers out from you and leaned back to lick them clean whilst he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes, before he finally, fucking finally, removed his boxers and lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly.
The whimper that that action alone pulled from him as he rested his forehead against yours, hips now still, to let you adjust to his length, almost made you come right then and there. Fuck, he sounded so good. You were seeing stars. Who knew fucking your best friend slash roommate whom youâd been head over heels in love with for years could feel this good!?
âYou okay?â he asked, after a moment more.
âY-Yeah. Peachy,â you breathed out ruggedly, âfor the love of God, start moving.â
 âNeedy little thing, ainât ya?â
You whimpered and bit down into his shoulder momentarily to muffle some more of your moans as he finally started moving.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he muttered against your lips, his hand moving down to play with your clit. âWonât last long if you keep squeezing me like this, sweetheart.â
âCanât help it, feels so good,â you breathed out and kissed him. His hips were moving more and more erratically the more you kept clenching against him, and the way you sounded and kissed him, almost did him in. And if this had happened back when he was 21? He's sure he'd have embarrassed himself by busting the second his cock was inside you.Â
He could feel you were close, so he resumed playing with your clit, muttering praises in your ear (when you weren't kissing) as he chased his own high whilst helping you through yours.
âFuck- Iâm gonna-â you moaned as you came, biting down on his neck once more. He came shortly after, something about the sting of your bite and the way you writhed beneath him undoing him. He kept moving, now much slower than his original erratic rhythm, helping you both come down from your highs, before he pulled out and practically collapsed next to you, trying to catch his breath.
Neither of you spoke for a while, too blissed out to be able to form any coherent thoughts. He got up, put a fresh pair of boxers on and went to grab a damp towel from the bathroom to clean you up. He was so gentle with it, careful not to overstimulate you (more), and after he also helped you to the bathroom, and into one of his shirts afterwards, he pulled you into his arms, the blankets securely pulled over you both. He never wanted this moment to end.
âThat⊠that was amazing,â you muttered against his chest.
He played with your hair, and placed a soft kiss atop your head. âYeah. Yeah it was.â
âWe have a lot to talk about, huh?âÂ
âYeah?â he chuckled sleepily.
âUh-huh,â you nodded and buried your face against his chest.
âWe'll have plenty of time in the morning. Sleep baby, I've got you.â He placed another soft kiss atop your head once more, before he dozed off.
Your last thought before you slipped into the best sleep you've had in years was âhuh, maybe Jill was right.â
leon s kennedy x reader (dont bash me guys, i know ive posted one trillion vergil fics)
wc: 3977
summary: you never thought that leon would love you back, but you are proven wrong
warnings: leon uses alcohol to cope, so do you, feelings of jealousy, being in love with your best friend, self image issues, leon has PTSD, angst with a good ending, my shitty writing, English aint my first language, (as always) wrote this while drunk, reader is gender neutrallll and no mentions of skin color or anything, anyone can read it <3
a/n: drops this and disappears cutely again, comments and rbs are appreciated
Your feelings for him grew, before you could even recognize them as love, and by the time you did, you didn't think you ever wanted to go back to before. Okay, now, what the hell is this? Let's backtrack a little! You had known Leon for years. He saved you in Raccoon City. You owed him your life. He would cringe at that, but it was the truth, to you. Maybe you were a little bit obsessive (there was something undiagnosed about you, but you didn't really care for that right now). Anyways! Point is, after that⊠incident, and after the US government decided to, after researching your background, coerce you into working for them, as a technical analyst, you and Leon grew closer. You were both human disasters, but could anyone blame either of you, after what you survived that night? No!Â
You remember, even back then, when Ada (or whatever her actual name was) kissed him, whilst you were standing awkwardly off to the side, your heart was lurching in your chest, and that familiar, awful, horrible, feeling was taking root in there (never to leave). You hadn't trusted her from the moment she showed up. I mean, who the hell goes to an active warzone in high heels and a dress?! You were in boots, and even then you were struggling immensely! Maybe that's a skill issue on your part, but like, come on! An FBI agent in a flaming red dress, in the middle of a zombie outbreak, appearing conveniently whenever you both were in trouble? It seemed suspicious. But apparently, it came as a big surprise (to Leon) when it was revealed that she was not, in fact, who she said she was. You could see his heart break in real time, and even though at that point, you had known him for a few mere hours, you could tell.Â
Sigh.Â
And then when he was sent to Spain to save Ashley, and they sent you along with him, to support him if technical difficulties arose, as well as to get samples of the virus for the lab rats and photo evidence (thank god they had trained you to handle guns, so you weren't dead weight, at least), and Ada showed her face again, you had wanted to tear your hair out, when Leon immediately started to rely on her. And here you were thinking you never learned! You desperately wanted to chainsmoke every time he radio-ed her to ask for intel, as if you hadn't given him the best you could, especially after your gear had been stolen and promptly destroyed by the ganados. You remember you had genuinely wanted to scream at him, until he got it. But, seeing as you prided yourself in being a good friend (the word itself tasted bitter on your tongue) you couldn't say much. You didn't say much.
It wasn't your place, you see. Even though, in your head, it absolutely was, because what kind of best friend allows their best friend to make that mistake TWICE?! And you also couldn't afford to clue him in on just how intensely you loved him, you knew he would never see you that same way. Why ruin the only good thing in your miserable life? After the whole Spain fiasco had been resolved, and Ashley was home safe, the first thing you did when you yourself got back to your apartment, was drink until you passed out. One of the days following that grueling mission, you and Leon were hanging out together after work, and were both quite tipsy, as things went when two people who coped with their shitty lives by drinking got together, he had admitted to you how he thought she was a part of him he would never be able to get rid of.
That had torn you apart on the spot. You don't even know how you kept your shit together long enough to get him to his bed, going to his couch to cry yourself to sleep.Â
All she was doing was using him to her own benefit, then disappearing as if she was never there. How was this fair? You were always there for him, even when you were too depressed and isolating yourself for days on end, you put your shit aside, for his sake, and you didn't even deserve a thank you? An acknowledgment? He hadn't spent a collective of more than 10 hours around her, for gods sake! That resentment kept building up over the years, starting from a small sprout, and growing alongside the deep, all consuming love you felt for him. Every time you were drunk, alone and spiralling, it was either about that, or the sheer amount of horrors you had lived through.Â
You two even lived near each other, as codependent as that sounded. He knew you had a bad habit of isolating yourself and stewing in your own misery and self hatred, leaving your apartment only to go to work, and if you absolutely had to, outside of that, when things got especially bad. You knew he drunk himself stupid, his own need to forget the horrors he'd seen burning brighter than anything else.
It was okay. At least you had each other, right? Wrong. He was your everything, but you were his silly, really clumsy, constantly cracking jokes to cope with the horrors, best friend. God, you were so fucked, you couldnt even find a good joke to try to make yourself feel better about this mess. Everything was meaningless. (Leon would argue with your statement, for hours if he had to.)Â
You sighed again. Checked the time. 1am. You'd spend the rest of the night alone, no boyfriend, no family that spoke to you, and hopelessly in love with your best friend, who would never feel the same. What a joke. You actually huffed a humorless laugh at that, you probably looked insane to the rest of the quiet bars patrons. You motioned at the bartender for a refill. God bless his soul, he had seen you stumbling out of the bar, drunk, more times than you could count, but this was the most social interaction you've had this month, so, baby steps, right?Â
You were truly pathetic. Not even as pretty as Ada, not skilled enough, just awkwardly stumbling through life with more grief and self hatred than a person your age should have to bear. Though, you suppose, Leon was the same, minus the fact that he was the prettiest person you'd ever laid your eyes upon, and so perfect at everything he did. You wanted to cry. About anything and everything.Â
You downed your (fresh) drink in one gulp, paid your tab, and (very, very shakily) got up to walk back home. As soon as the cold outside air hit your face, you shivered, maybe the walk home in the chilly streets would help sober you up a little? Here's hoping you don't pass out along the way. You wrapped your coat tighter around you and pulled a cigarette to smoke as you walked. You continued to mope about your shitty life all the way back to your apartment, but you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Leon running a hand through his hair outside your door. He looked stressed. And exhausted.Â
As soon as he saw you approaching, he breathed a sigh of relief, and ran his hand through his hair again. âOh thank god, where the hell have you been!?â he said, pulling you into his arms in a tight hug.
âBar,â was all you said, breathing his (unfairly) intoxicating scent in, hands fumbling around in your pockets for the keys to your place. âDid something happen?â
He lets go of you (much to your displeasure) and shakes his head. âYou didn't pick up any of my calls, I was worried.â
You nod in understanding, as you unlock the door and let both of you inside. The warmth hit you, and you breathed a sigh of relief. You took your coat and shoes off, placing them in their respective places, with Leon doing the same after you, and went straight for more alcohol. You were still in a very shitty mood.Â
âJesus, you're going to drink more?â Leon huffs, making you shrug.Â
âSo what if I do? What are you, a cop?â
That makes him give you a very disapproving look, and you scrunch your face in displeasure. Despite that, you pour a drink for yourself, hands still shaky, and brain way too fuzzy and full of nasty thoughts you desperately wished to drown out.Â
âWere you cryingâŠ?â Leon asks, taking a seat next to you on the couch, his head tilted in question.
You hadn't even realized you might have actually been crying on the walk over. Fuck. âDunno, Iâm too drunk to give a fuck right now.â
Leon shook his head again. You stared off at the TV blankly, before reaching for the remote lazily and turn it on, maybe the background noise would help. âDid you have shitty dreams again?â
Your question makes Leon tense up, and pause mid sip from your drink, thief. He nods. You nod. He takes the darned sip and puts your drink back on the table. âWanna talk about it?â
âFuck no.â
You sighed. Once, you'd have done everything you could to coax it out of him, reassure him with words that he could, and should tell you about it, how it would ease the gnawing feeling in his chest. But somewhere along this year, you just⊠stopped pushing. He didnt wanna tell you? Fine. Whatever.Â
(It never was âwhateverâ, but god, you were so exhausted with carrying all these heavy feelings around, love and jealousy a very horrid mix. You would always care, too much for your own good, but you never fucking learned.)
Whilst you were stewing in your little internal dialogue and staring at the TV with unfocused eyes, Leon was going through it himself. Because lately, his dreams, or, well, nightmares, involved you. Tonight's one? It wasn't even one of the usual ones, where you ended up dying in his arms. Oh, no, tonight's one was much, much worse. It had started out as a normal dream, you two were hanging out, but somehow, a fight broke out between him and you, and by the end of it, dream âyouâ, had ended up leaving him. The fight itself didn't even matter, but watching you leave, finally resigning with putting up with his shit? That had torn him up from the inside. He had even woken up softly crying. And then when he called you, as we know, you hadn't picked up. So he showed up at your apartment, which was a common occurrence between you two. Nothing out of the ordinary, but his worry only grew when you didn't answer the door. We know how this ends, but Leon was halfway out of his mind with worry, brain still too overwhelmed with panic from what he had seen in his dream to think calmly about the situation by the time you showed up.
Leon sighs to himself, subconsciously inching closer to you on the couch. You, too hopelessly dense (and drunk!) don't even notice as you throw your head back, resting it against the back of the couch, groaning loudly. âI feel like garbage,â you whine.
Leon smiles. âShouldnt have drunk so much if you didn't want to feel like this, then.â
âOh you're such a smartass, aren't you?â you snap back and glare at him from the corner of your eyes, before you close them and press the backs of your hands against them until you see stars. âIm so fucking miserable, Leon."
âI know,â is all he says. He knows that sober you would never, in the history of ever, admit to such a thing, but the booze always made you loose lipped and more emotional. He preferred this over you constantly masking how you truly felt with jokes. Which is kind of ironic, since he did so too. Not to the extent you did, because you never took anything seriously, but still. âWe're both a mess.âÂ
You hum in acknowledgement, and bring your hands back down, resting them on your thighs. You turned your head to look at him, and if a third party was observing you, they'd surely point out how in love you looked. Thank god he never noticed. Or maybe he did, but just didn't care. But you knew, deep down, he would never be so cruel. Leon, at his core, was a give a fuck-er, that would never change, just like the sun rising every morning. You sighed again and reached for your drink, taking a small sip from it, just so he would be able to sip too.Â
Meanwhile, Leon was lost in thought. Why were his dreams centered around you? Why had this one dream done such a number on him? Maybe because you were one of the only constants in his life, his rock, the person he relied to to cheer him up, or was it because of⊠something else? He thinks he's not ready to tackle that beast yet. He takes the glass from your hands and throws the drink back, making you whine again, before he puts it back on the table and slumps against the couch.
How could he be better at handling bio-organic fucking weapons better than his own feelings? Heâd spent so many years thinking Ada was the one, despite all the fucked up shit she had done to him over the years, that he never had even considered the possibility that he could be in love with his best friend.
In love?
What??? Where did that thought come from? Oh. my. God. He had a lot to think about, huh?Â
Simultaneously, there you sat, unaware and next to him. He was so fucked. He started to think about all the times you had told him about going on a date with another person, how peculiar he had felt at the news, and. Christ. He runs a hand through his hair. Or the time Chris had jokingly flirted with you, in front of him, no less (the audacity!), had made him act so pissy and bitter he hadn't spoken to you in two days. (Chris had shot him a look, knowing perhaps? How did the bastard know before Leon ever did? hello!?)
Leon groans out loud, making you look at him in curiosity. âWhats got your panties in a twist, Leon?"
He tiredly rubs his eyes and looks at you, really looks at you, in all your drunken, exhausted glory, the way the TV illuminates your features, the way your hair frames your face, the way you look at him with a small smile on your face, features soft and gentle, despite everything you're probably feeling right now. He thinks about how you've always been there for him, never complaining and quietly taking care of him, in all the small ways that matter, always having his back when he needs it the most, and something in his brain clicks. He's thankful you're too buzzed to notice the way he's currently looking at you, like you hung the stars in the sky.
He doesn't speak for a while, the words caught between his heart and his throat, which feels suddenly too tight. It's like his feelings have slammed into him like a truck, all these years of his idiotic thinking he was in love with the wrong person, whilst the right one had been next to him all this time, making his miserable days of endless training a little more bearable. âUh, nothing,â he clears his throat and shakes his head, as if that would shake away the thoughts currently overwhelming him. âI don't think I ever was in love with Ada," he says after a while, which makes you do a double take, blinking at him like you can't quite process his words, and he can't blame you at all for that. Not after he spent so many nights telling you otherwise, with you comforting him about the whole thing. God, hes been so stupid, so, so fucking stupid, and now that hes thinking about it all, actually thinking, he wants to slam his head on a flat surface.Â
âWhat makes you say that?â
The sound that leaves his throat is quite undignified, but he doesn't care. He shrugs. âI just- Iâve been thinkingâŠâÂ
âThat's new,â you chime and snicker at your jab.Â
He shoots you a glare before he continues, âabout things, and I guess you were right all along. Maybe I've been in love with the idea of her instead of her. Hell, I've never actually met the ârealâ her.â
You hum again, in thought, the feeling of vindication drowning out the dizziness of the alcohol you have consumed. The feeling is short lived, because, what. What if he falls in love with someone else now, and forgets about you and gets in a happy relationship with them and you're not allowed to see him again because the person he's dating can sniff out from miles away that you're hopelessly in love with him!? You wouldn't even blame them for it, but still. Oh my god you think you might throw up. âAnd, ah, what made things click for you?â you squeak out, taking in nice and slow deep breaths to prevent yourself from throwing up.
âThe dream I had earlier,â he huffs a laugh, because how insane does that sound? A dream, of all things, making it click in his head that he doesn't just love you as a friend, instead of all your actions?! âProved to be enlightening.â
âOhhh,â you nod, âstill don't wanna talk about it?â
He scrubs a hand down his face, tearing his gaze away from you and fixing it on the TV. âI don't know, it's⊠complicated.â
His tone is clipped, that much you can tell. You've started to sober up by now, thanks to the metaphorical bomb leon dropped on you. And the fact that you were spiralling over it. âOokay, what happened in it?â
He feels you shift around on the couch, angling your body to face him better, but he keeps stubbornly staring at the TV, a shitty movie playing. âStuff.â
âOh you're such a joy right now,â you deadpan. âStop being cryptic, dumbass.â
Leon bristles at your words, finally turning to look at you again. His breath catches when he sees the way you're looking at him. He normally prides himself on his amazing impulse control, but right now, he wants, no, needs, to kiss that look off your face. Okay, maybe the alcohol he drank from your glass is also adding to his fraying self control, but hey, that is besides the point!
âAm not!â he protests, but it sounds unconvincing. âItâs just, I don't know, we had a fight and you walked out on me, and watching you do that felt like you took my heart with you and I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if that actually ever happened. Or if you found someone elseâŠâ
He hadn't meant to say that much. Oh fuck. Your shocked expression, mouth slightly parted open, blinking slowly at him, would normally crack him up, but he looks just as shocked as you do, because he was absolutely not supposed to say all that.
Your mouth opens and closes again, multiple times, as if trying to find the right words instead of blurting out something stupid. But you are you, so obviously, you blurt out something stupid. âGood to know you value me as a friend, eh?â
Leon facepalms. He fucking facepalms. He always had found your obliviousness endearing (except for the times other people flirted with you but you assumed they were being nice to you so you never shot them down, he was seething on those occasions, now he knows why) but right now it was irritating him. âYouâre such a moron sometimes,â he groans after he mentally recovers.Â
âWhat, why?â
This time it's his turn to gape at you. âBecause I am in love with you, I have just been too stupid to see that. I'm practically confessing here sweetheart, work with me.â
âYOUâRE WHATâ
He flinches at your outburst, but despite himself, laughs. âI know, it's hard to believe me, but I'm serious.â
âNo way.â
âWay.â
You stare at him. He stares at you. He's dead serious. Even now, slightly tipsy, with most of your mental faculties recovered, you can tell he is not messing with you. He would never do that. He's way too nice to ever do such a thing. You feel the familiar feeling of bile rising up your mouth, and before either of you can comprehend, you sprint off to the bathroom and kneel down in front of the toilet and throw up.Â
Leon, being the saint he is, follows closely behind you, holding your hair and rubbing your back soothingly as you finish throwing up. You take a moment to compose yourself, spitting out and flushing the toilet, then standing up to rinse your mouth.
âThat went well.â
You whip around to stare at him in disbelief, making yourself nauseous again. He snickers at your reaction and continues, âI mean, I just told you I love you and you,â he makes a vague motion towards the toilet, âshould I take that as a rejection?â
âNO!â you say too quickly, shaking your head vehemently and clearing your throat. âI mean, no! Ahem.â
Leon looks entirely amused (and hopeful?) as he waits for you to continue. You lean back against the bathroom counter and try to compose yourself before you make a fool out of yourself some more.
âI, ah, just. You know,â you make vague gestures with your hands and nod, as if that explains anything. âI can't even think of something to say, you broke my brain.â
He laughs and steps closer to you, and you take a step back, needing some space to process, which was the wrong move because he looks a little crestfallen. You blink a few more times to clear your head, get your thoughts in order and try to come up with an actual sentence.
âIâve spent all these years convincing myself you would never feel the same, swallowing my feelings, and you just. Say all that, and now I don't know how to react, like, what do you mean you are in love with me, why?? Why would you do this to-â
Leon presses his hand against your mouth to get you to stop spiralling and fixes you with a way too serious look.
âYour feelings?â he asks and slowly moves his hand from your mouth, resting it on your waist.
âUm. Yeah.â
âWanna elaborate?â
â...No?â you shrug, suddenly feeling too shy and put on the spot.Â
He looks exasperated as he mutters your name and fixes you with another serious look.Â
âOkay, I might've been deeply, irreversibly, madly in love with you since we met? Borderline obsessive even?âÂ
âYou have? Why didn't you say anything?â
You look at him like he just said the most dumb thing on planet earth and it dawns on him why.Â
âOh. Okay, that's-ah-fair.â
You nod awkwardly, tentatively bringing your hands up to rest against his chest. âYouâre awfully close,â you mutter.
âYou don't seem to mind, sweetheart.â
âPsh, what would you know, nerd,â you grumble.
He huffs a laugh and shakes his head. He moves down to kiss you, but you press your hand against his mouth, making him look at you like you kicked his nonexistent puppy.
âI just threw up, for god's sake, you are not kissing me right now!â
I was wondering if you could do a part 2 of Nero's adoptive mom and Vergil, please? It can be any scenario you want! Thank you again!! âșïž
mother dearest pt 2?!!?!
wc: 1175 (short, oupsi!)
warnings: my bad writing, english not my native language, this is fluff, vergil might be ooc?, fluff galore!
a/n: IM BACK? sad news my fellow vergil lovers, leon kennedy has me in a clutch, so i havent been in a vergil mood in... a whiiile, and with the re9 announcement... hoo boy! im in shambles and i need leon carnally. this was sitting in my drafts for, like, two months now? sorry for the wait :/ its subpar but i tried so... enjoy? comments, rbs and likes are appreciated<3
You woke up, in a sort of daze. Your dream had thrown you off so bad, something about your headphones being dunked into bleach(???) and you remember being mad as hell that you'd have to buy a new pair again. Vergil's arms around your waist tightened subconsciously, maybe he was having a bad dream? You buried your face in your pillow, willing yourself to go back to sleep.Â
Right as sleep was blurring your mind again, you felt him stir awake against you, one of his hands coming to rest above your heart.
(He had to be sure, he told you once.)
âVergil?â you whispered, voice thick with sleep.
âApologies for waking you up, sleep on.â
âAre you okay?â The worry was evident in your tone, you turned to face him a little..
âI am⊠fine,â but he held onto you tighter.
âMmm, this is nice,â you mumbled, face buried into the pillow again. A soft hum escaped him, his voice low and reverent âit is.â
His fingers were tracing slow patterns against your tummy, as if he was memorizing every inch, and the feeling of your skin against his.
After a few more moments of quiet, you moved in his hold, choosing to lay on his chest. âYou didn't wake me up, by the way.â
He sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. One of his hands, the one not around your waist, was combing through your hair idly. âI thought I was being subtle,â his voice was low, as if he didn't want to disrupt the quietness of the room.
You huffed a laugh, moving your hand up, to rest it above his heart. âOh, you were, I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't already awake. I had a weird dream.â
He hummed, tone playful, âoh? And what sort of dream would that be?â
You described it to him, deflating against him slightly, irritation about thinking you'd have to buy a new pair of headphones again (you had already bought a new pair last month, Nero having stolen your old ones and ruined them, bastard son (that you loved))Â
His hand against your hair paused for a moment, you knew he was holding back a laugh at how ridiculous this all was. âHeadphones in bleach⊠a nightmare indeed.â
âYeah, yeah, laugh all you want, I really thought it was real, I swear I was sooo mad.â
He hummed again, a hint of amusement seeping through, ânext time I'll retrieve them before they sink. Or burn the bleach away. Whatever's necessary.â
âIf you burn the bleach away wouldn't that also ruin my headphones?â you were pouting, he knew it.
He let out a soft, almost exasperated sigh, "I suppose⊠you're right. Hm.â
Comfortable silence fell between you two once again. You let it be for a little while, enjoying this cozy moment. âOh! Right, what woke you up? Bad dream?â
You felt him tense up at your question, but you felt him shake his head âno,â his movements resuming. You didn't want to push him, he'd tell you when he was ready.
âI just needed to make sure you were hereâŠâ he finally said.
You took a deep breath, looking up at him, âwell, not many places i can go, this is my day off, after all.â you smiled, to reassure him.âBesides, why would I ever want to leave my own personal heater?â
He chuckled and tugged lightly on your hair in retaliation, but you knew he wasn't annoyed. âI am not your personal heater. I am a son of Sparda, a half-demon, not some⊠radiator.â
You laughed, he could be so silly when he let himself drop the âmysterious and nonchalantâ facade.Â
âYouâre⊠irritatingly clingy.âÂ
You scoffed, âand you're not?!â
Vergil grumbled, almost offended at the mere suggestion, "I am nothing of the sort, you are the clinging one.â
You smiled, clearly amused, âoh? Should I un-cling then?â
His hold on you tightened once again, tugging you somehow even closer, "don't you dare. You're staying right here.â
You burst into a fit of giggles, âsee? Clingy!â
You could feel him pouting against your head, probably sulking at you winning this little âargument.â âHmph⊠I prefer âtactically secureâ over clingy.â
You started laughing again, only making him sulk more. âYou are mocking me.â he stated, making your laughing increase in volume, âhmph, stop laughing."
You gasped, âare you pouting!?â
He hid his face in your hair, muttering a defiant âno,â his attempts at maintaining his facade failing horribly. âYou can be such a baby sometimes,â you giggle, prying him off your neck and kissing him softly. He hums in approval.
Just as you two are kissing, the door to your room bursts open, Nero coming in, winded âmom dad isn't in his-â
His sentence gets cut off, realization hitting him at seeing Vergil, in your bed, cuddled against you, kissing you. âOh,â was all that came out of his mouth as you and Vergil separated from each other at lightning speed. You both had decided to keep your relationship a secret from him, just in case things went bad between you two. You both wanted to keep him from being upset if things didn't work out. But it had been a while since you two decided to⊠yâknow, be a thing.
Sneaking around had been fun, too, so maybe that was also another reason for keeping him in the dark.
The awkward silence was somehow deafening. That is until Nero burst out laughing.
âWhat's so funny?â Vergil asked gruffly.
Nero wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, waving his arm around wildly. âI knew it! I fucking knew it! How long has this been going on?â
You clear your throat, scratching at the back of your neck, smiling awkwardly. âA while?â
Nero comes to sit at the foot of the bed, flopping down unceremoniously. âWhy didn't you tell me!? This is amazing!â
âWe, uh, didn't want you to be sad if this didn't work outâŠ?â you shrug. Nero sighs.
âIâm a big boy, you know? You don't have to worry about that.â
âWe just thought it was what would be best.â Vergil speaks up.
âI can't believe I was worried about you having disappeared again, only to find you in here. Unbelievable! You two are in biiig trouble,â Nero jokes.
âI can make your favorite breakfast? Will that get us in your good graces again?â you pout, playing along. Nero beams at you, already up and making his way out of your bedroom, muttering an âIâll wake kyrie!â before he's out, closing the door behind him.Â
You sigh in relief glancing at Vergil, suspiciously quiet. âThat went⊠well?â you shrug.
He huffs, laying back down and bringing you into his arms, head resting on his chest. âIt went as well as it could have.â
You smile at him, placing a small kiss at his jaw, before getting up and going to the bathroom. It was going to be a long day, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
okay so this is my first post! its super duper short, so please bear with me, i do plan on doing better in the future but i just wanted to get this out of my drafts
wc: 695
summary: you get nightmares (this is inspired by a post from @normal-abt-vergil)
warnings/tags: descriptions of someone watching you, mentions of anxiety/panic attacks, fluff, Vergil is kinda ooc (?), no use of y/n, genderneutral!reader
a/n will be at the end hehe
.đ„ Ę Ëđžââ .âŠ
You had been plagued with nightmares most of your life. Having an overactive imagination as a child paired with a morbid curiosity and taste for horror movies led to very, very harsh, realistic experiences in your sleep. As you got older, the nightmares shifted from ghosts and zombies to demons and faceless shadows lingering over your shoulder, causing you to wake up in a cold sweat nearly every night.
Vergil knew about your nightmares. The first time he slept over, you had forgotten to mention the nightmares to him (being distracted with other things ;)) and when you inevitably woke up later, Vergil shot up seconds later, glancing around the room frantically. You had been so startled by his reaction that the panic attack you had previously felt building up suddenly deflated.Â
By now, heâs grown accustomed to your sleeping habits, and he tries to accommodate accordingly. He plays certain music as you fall asleep some nights, makes sure any unnervingly ajar doors are closed, triple-checks all the locks, and any other little things to make your rest somewhat easier.Â
His methods work to a certain degree, but some nights are worse than others. Tonight is one of them. In the hazy feel of your mind, you try to escape the creature you know lurks nearby, though it remains out of sight. Glancing around the place, your stomach sinks with a nauseating sense of impending doom as the eyes you feel trained on you begin to gain a certain weight. They arenât just eyes on you anymore, but eyes attached to a being. Itâs heavy and uncomfortable. You want to run, to scream, but no sound leaves your mouth, and no movement from your body. Why canât you run?
Sitting up with a soft gasp, the blankets pool around your waist as you glance around your bedroom, relieved to be in a familiar place and not the infinite void of your mind. Your heart is pounding loudly in your ears and your shirt collar sticks to your chest from the thin layer of sweat that has coated your skin. As your eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the room, you notice that Vergil was already sitting up in bed beside you, the lamp on as he studies your expression carefully with those piercing blue eyes of his. He doesnât even need to say anything, the slight lift of his brows tells you that he already knows why you shot awake.Â
Vergil says your name gently, drawing your attention back towards him and keeping you from spiraling into a panic attack like you tend to do most nights after a nightmare. âItâs not real. Iâve been beside you reading the whole time,â he assures softly, holding up his book as if to prove his point.Â
You give him a funny look, but itâs not an unwelcoming one, more one of confusion. Vergil just smiles faintly and continues to talk. âThis book is rather entertaining, dear,â He adds, filling up the silence that takes up the space of their bedroom. âItâs called Astrophysics for People in a Hurry, which I thought may have been just a name to intrigue people, but no, this really is about astrophysics,â Vergil talks, his voice calm and steady, but it's honestly the most emotion you have heard him speak with in a few weeks. The last time was when you guys watched Bambi together and you SWEAR you saw his eyes water.Â
âIâve never been particularly intrigued by astrophysics, but this is rather fascinating. Darling, why have you never read this? You mean to tell me this strange book just sits on your shelf?â he chuckles to himself quietly, placing the bookmark between pages and closing the book, holding it and examining the cover as he speaks. âYou always manage to surprise me, it's a personal favourite trait of yours.â He glances towards your side of the bed, his eyebrows raising when he sees you fast asleep once again. Smiling faintly, he adjusts the covers over your shoulder, knowing you like feeling like a caterpillar, and kissing your head before turning the lamp off and laying down to sleep himself.
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a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this teeny tiny thing, i really do plan on posting longer stories, but this has just been in my drafts for literal MONTHS! i had to do something about it before i lost any and all motivation to finish writing, so here it is. I was actually watching Bambi while writing the end of this lol
hope yall enjoyed! any sort of interactions are super appreciated!!
third times the charm totally not up at 2am knowing i have an 8am class and work but oh well!!
could i please request another vergil fic except this time him coming back from a longer mission than usual and him and reader r both equally sexually frustrated leading to some passionate sex with aftercare ofc cause vergil would be an aftercare king đđŸ
salutations again!!! youre so fucking real for being up that late, i do the same thing lmaooo!! im so sorry i took so long to get to your ask, i hope youll forgive me! aaaanyways, the long awaited fic, all smut, barely any plot in here, is finally here, yall dont let ts flop im begging. OH SEND MORE ASKS IN YOU GUYS!! enjoyyyy!!!
warnings: smut, obviously, so minors GTFO!!! reader is a little menace, nothing too kinky methinks? im writing this lowk tipsy as hell, so i have no idea what happened here, uhh what else, my shit writing, vergil might be ooc, not beta read we die like eva (but my names eva too LMAOAOAOAOA), fluff and aftercare, soft vergil? this one isnt gender neutral, gomen oomf chans, reader has female anatomy! but no other descriptions of like pronouns and skin color and such are included, so practically everyone can read it (i hope)
wc: 2310 (full of smut)
He was supposed to have gotten back from his trip with Nero for work like three days ago. You were pissed as hell that they got held back for whatever reason it had been, you tuned it out to be honest, after Vergil told you that he wouldn't be returning for a while more. To say you were frustrated would be an understatement. Sexually, that is. You used to have absolutely no issues going through long dry-spells before Vergil. Why couldn't you do it now!? Ugh you hated him so much (affectionate).
You were comfortable in bed, late at night, playing some game on your console, exploring around a new area you had just unlocked, when you heard the front door unlock. He must've gotten back. You'd have been ecstatic, under all other circumstances, but at the moment you were still bitter and, well, really pent up for having gone almost a month with no sex at all. You couldn't even touch yourself right, every time you got into it in the moment, you'd have a stray thought about how much better it would feel if he had been here with you, which would further sour your mood.
Your ears were tuned to Vergil's footsteps, having mastered the art of recognizing people's steps at an early age coming in handy now, so you knew he was making his way to your shared bedroom. The door softly creaked open, ad he stepped in, looking tired, then surprised, as he saw you wide awake, and focused on your game.Â
(Another thing he had ruined for you was⊠um, more like fixed for you, was your sleep schedule, and with him having been gone for so long you naturally fell back into the old habit of staying awake until at the latest five in the morning. Fucker.)Â
âWhat are you doing awake?â
You shrugged, âjust playing, good of you to finally come back,â you said, bitterly.Â
He was moving around the room, first placing the yamato on its place near his bedside table, then moving to gather a fresh change of clothes he could wear after his shower, you assumed. âDonât give me attitude, you know I had no control over the situation,â was all he said before heading to the en-suite bathroom, closing the door gently.
You grumbled a âwhateverâ back, which you knew he could hear perfectly well from behind the closed door and continued with playing, trying to locate the few stray chests you had remaining to complete the exploration of this area. It helped ease your irritation, and you could also ignore him to rile him up more, it sounded like a good plan to you.
(Was it a bad idea? Yes. He was probably just as pent up as you, if not more, so your ass would be grass by the time he was done with you, but, hey, it would be a fun ride, so it was worth it.)
The minutes seemed to pass by, with your focus shifting entirely on your game, irritation forgotten by now, and your plan all hatched. He would exit the shower, probably try to paw at you, but you would ignore him and act innocent, he'd get frustrated and then that's when the fun would begin. You're such an evil genius, you giggle lightly.Â
A bit more time passed by, Vergil finally exiting the bathroom, all freshened up and clean, his hair still wet and pushed back into his signature style, but a few stray strands were unruly, grey sweatpants hanging low off his hips, so deliciously, but this was your time to shine, you thought, so you stopped staring before you threw your perfect plan out of the window and pounced him like a ravenous tiger did with prey.
He settled in bed next to you, his actions unassuming at first, probably trying to keep up his stoic facade. âYou didn't answer my calls today, why is that?â he asked, voice calm and collected.
You side-eyed him, before looking back at the TV again, "I spent today sleeping, had my phone on mute.â
âAh.â
âYeahhh, so how was the return trip? Uneventful, I hope?â
He hummed lowly.Â
A few minutes passed by, ever so slowly, your excitement was starting to build, but you had to keep your cool. Torture him some more. You know the drill.
His hand sloooowly started to wander, the one he wasn't resting behind your back, that is. It was inching and inching closer to your inner thigh. You hid your smile, still pretending to be very focused on your game. You felt like a fly rubbing its little hands excited about what was to come.
(And that would be you, hopefully.)
âHow about you turn that off for the night?â
Game on, girl, game ON.
âHmm,â you pondered out loud, âmaybe not, I have a little more left and Iâll be done. Maybe after that! Don't let me keep you up, though!â you said cheerily, a fake clueless smile about why he wanted you to turn your console off, adorning your face.
âWe haven't seen each other in almost a month, your little game can wait.â
Such stern tone, he wasn't onto your little scheme yet. Marvelous. âNooo you can wait a little bit more until I finish,â oh you'll finish alright, you thought, and suppressed yet another giggle.
The hand on your thigh squeezed you once, then his thumb rubbed gentle circles on the soft skin that was exposed. You're glad you had only one of his shirts on and underwear now. âI cannot wait. Stop being a brat, turn that thing off.â
âJust a little bit more, Vergil,â you chuckled.Â
He groaned in frustration, the arm behind your back moving to push the stray hairs that had fallen into his eyes away. He changed his strategy at that, moving to pepper soft kisses against your neck, one of his arms moving slowly up, up, up, and under your (his) shirt.
âI know what you're trying to do, Vergil! It wont work!â you said, defiance heavy in your tone, if you played your cards right he would snap soon, and give you a dicking down of the century. You'd be giggling and kicking your feet if it wouldn't blow your nonchalant cover.
He continued his little kiss assault, actions starting to get impatient and more rough. Wouldn't be long now. You could tell he was starting to get more and more agitated. âCome on, Y/n,â he mumbled against your skin, biting down gently before soothing the area with his tongue, âlet me show you how much I have⊠missed you.â
A small whine left you, before you could control yourself. You could feel him smirk against your neck. But you continued to play, somewhat unfocused, but good enough to keep up the act.Â
His patience grew thinner and thinner the more you ignored him, enough for him to yank the controller out of your hands, pause your game, and place it on your bedside table moving between your legs, pushing your thighs open and situating his right thigh against your apex, whilst his left was beneath your thigh, pushing up and opening you up instantly.Â
(You were so turned on by his little hissy fit.)
âEnough toying with me, Y/n,âÂ
You whined in fake protest, but before you could get another word out, his lips captured your own in a fiery kiss. You kissed back, like a person starved, all pretenses dropped, now that you had him exactly where you wanted him. One of his hands grabbed yours by the wrist and interlaced his fingers with your own, while the other one was behind your skull, holding you there possessively. The kiss got more and more messy the longer it went on, all teeth and tongue, heat coming off of his body in waves. You could feel his hardness pressing up against you, making you smirk into the kiss. He pulled away for air, your eyes instantly fixating on the thin line of spit that connected you two.
âAh, I see now. This was all part of your plan to rile me up,â he said lowly, his lips moving to your neck again, placing some more marks on it. âYou can be such a cunning vixen when you want to.â
You hummed, lowkey lost in the lust and the feeling of his lips against you, finally after such a long wait. âHad to retaliate somehow,â you managed to breathe out.
He quirked a brow in amusement, âand toying with me is the way you decided to do that?â he âtskedâ once and shook his head, his hands trailing down again, and pulling your shirt up and off your head. A low hum of approval at your lack of a bra escaped him, before he moved to give attention to your breasts. He was kneading one of them with his free hand, his mouth on the other, while the thigh that was still against you was moving tantalizingly slow against where you desperately had needed him for weeks.Â
A breathy moan left your lips, he had barely touched you and you were a mess already. He had switched sides now, giving attention to your other breast too, teasing, flicking, biting. You were positively writhing under him. The comeback you had thought of vanished from your brain, thoughts foggy and slow, and entirely consumed by his actions.
He moved you down, so your head was resting on the pillow, then moved himself further down, glancing up at you once to find you with your eyes closed and mouth slightly open. You could feel his satisfied smirk against your tummy.
âF-fuck, stop stalling, Vergil,â you whined.
âI would like to take my time unraveling you, my love.â was all he said as he continued kissing his way down. He removed your (soaked) panties off you in one fluid motion, threw them somewhere behind his head and was back on you again, this time riiight where you wanted, no, needed him. Â
He started off slowly licking a strip up your soaked folds, humming in satisfaction. âAll of this for me? My my, dear, you're such a mess and I've barely touched you.â
Your scoff turned into yet another moan as he sucked on your clit, gathering some of your slick with one of his fingers before pushing it into you and moving it in and out ever so slowly, matching his slow rhythm with his mouth. He was going to drive you insane.
âI tried to get myself off, you know, b-but, fuck, youve ruined me Vergil,â you whined, â didnât feel the same without y-you there.â
Your statement only seemed to fuel him, making him increase his pace. From the little you could keep your eyes open, you saw his hips bucking into the mattress. Fuck, that was the hottest thing ever. Your orgasm washed over you unexpectedly, seeing him do that somehow driving you over the edge. Your vision exploded with color behind your now closed eyes, your right hand that had been tangled into his hair digging into and scratching his scalp and keeping his face there as your hips were grinding down against his face and fingers. (Wait when did he add more?)
After your high was over he stopped and rose up to kiss you once more. This time it was more slow and languid than the first one, but still somehow assertive and full of possessiveness.Â
âPlease, Vergil," you pleaded, voice weak.
âPlease what?â
Bastard was gloating again.Â
âF-fuck me,â you croaked out, bringing him in for another bruising kiss.
He obliged, finally removing his sweatpants and underwear, taking his cock and giving it a few pumps, before ever so slowly and torturously, you might add, bottoming out inside you.
He stilled for a moment above you, giving you a bit of time to adjust to his size again. It had been a while, after all. You were lowkey surprised by how he just slipped it inside easily. You must've been more soaked than you had originally assumed.
You nodded at him, giving him the okay to start moving again, to which he wasted no time in doing so. His thrusts, slow at first, then faster as he got more and more into it, were positively ruining you. You think you were close again. Fuck, this man is perfect at everything.
He was mumbling soft praise about how well you were taking him in your ear, biting the lobe teasingly, while increasing his rhythm more and more. One of his hands was squeezing your hip so hard it would leave marks, while the other was toying with your clit, trying to get you to come again.Â
âV-Vergil, I'm c-close,â you moaned softly.
âRight there with you, Y/n.â
You came with a stutter of his name, and he did too soon after, your name like a prayer on his lips. He guided you both down from your highs again, before pulling out, kissing your forehead gently, and going to the bathroom to get a washcloth and clean you up.Â
He was so gentle with you, helped you to the bathroom after, too, and then took you back to your room, sitting you down on the bed, bringing a new pair of underwear for you and another of his shirts for you to wear to sleep, he put on a fresh pair of boxers too, deciding to skip the sweatpants this time. He also changed the bedsheets, fast and efficiently, while you went to grab a glass of water for both of you.
You were now laid against his chest, snuggled up under the covers, your body feeling heavy and weightless at the same time, somehow.Â
âWelcome home, Vergil," you smiled, finally falling asleep in the arms of the man you loved.
summary: vergil comforts you when youre feeling bad about yourself?
warnings: my doodoo writing, english not my first language, vergil might be ooc, does this count as angst? idfk, reader gets in a fight with dante, reader is depressed, no physical descriptions of reader, gender neutral reader im 99% sure, established relationship, fluff. hurt/comfort
a/n: since its my flop era already, i figured i should write this before continuing on with answering asks, just to get it out of my head. based loosely on snap back by twenty one pilots, but songs such as intentions, backslide and city walls were also inspo for this! did anyone ask for this? nope. did i write it anyways? ohhh yeah. enjoy
You always had seen yourself as less than. Not good enough, not pretty enough, not smart, strong, and the list goes on and on, the more you allow yourself to think. Being always so nonchalant with your life, reckless with your actions, relying on whatever substance you could get your hands on, like cigarettes or liquor, to get you through a rough day. Safe to say, you felt like a massive let down, such lost potential, a waste of space. Not good enough to be wanted by deaths cold embrace even. What a joke.
You had been in the devil-hunting business for as long as you can remember, and despite your reckless and, often impulsive, actions, you were decent at it. Which got the attention of Dante. He was your friend. You think. You're not sure where you two stand on a good day, your long track record of disappearing acts muddling everything up (on your side, that is, Dante saw you as one of his best friends, family even). Because every time you felt too much, or hell, too little, or you were on the verge of just throwing yourself into the maw of one of the things you hunted, you left. You didn't want to bother him or add to any of his own troubles with your own.
And Dante was troubled, to say the least. You had been there to witness him turning more like you, (careless, numb, empty), little by little, after he thought he lost his brother. You had stayed then, somehow pulling yourself together just enough to be able to take care of him. It had been a good while with none of your âepisodesâ so you were riding that high for as long as it lasted.Â
Sadly, this was a constant cycle for you. You would be okay with existing as yourself for a few weeks, months, even, if you had been particularly good at bottling everything up and ignoring it until it went away, but then something would inevitably happen, a small mean-spirited comment from someone you knew, someone snapping at you, and all your progress would go straight down the drain. Bitterly, you always thought, nothing ever mattered anyways, so what was the point in trying to break out of this cycle.Â
As the years passed, you had gotten better at managing your emotions, at least a little. But every once in a long while, all that progress would be lost again, taking you back to the start.Â
You always put up that cheerful front, it was your shield. Deflect anything you can with jokes, play the clown so other people are entertained, so that they don't look under the surface, your surface, and discover just how miserable and empty you truly feel.
The nights, funnily enough, were the worst for you. It was funny only because that time was when you felt most like âyourself,â quiet cold nights when the world stood still and you were in your own little bubble. Youre unsure what Vergil saw in you, to ever consider being with someone such as you⊠you would be forever grateful to him.
(Every night before you fell asleep, you would think, terrified, how lonely and broken you would feel once he saw you for what you truly were, and stopped wasting his time with you.)
You sighed, frustrated that your brain had tricked you into thinking again. Focus on the task at hand, dumbass. You side-eyed Vergil, who was busy browsing through a tome, in order to find the blueprint to some old and forgotten weapon Nico was deadset on wanting to make this week. You were looking through a tome of your own, too, with that goal in mind. You hated where your mind had strayed. You rubbed your eyes, words were starting to bleed together, sentences no longer making any sense. You closed the tome gently, mindful of its age and stretched your arms.
âI think I'm done for the night.â
He glanced at you in curiosity. He knew of your (lowkey messed up) sleep schedule, often sitting with you on his sleepless nights in comfortable silence.
âWhaaat, don't look at me like that! My eyes are killing meeee and we haven't found anything all dayyyyy,â you whined.
He chuckled, amused at your theatrics. âWhat do you suggest we do then?â
You made a face and scratched the back of your neck in embarrassment, âah, I didn't really think that far. But I could go for a strong cup of coffee right about now! Well, that or to sleep for thirteen hours straight!â
He hummed but continued with his task. What a bore! You got up and made your way to the kitchen, making yourself a cup of coffee, then returned, and settled down again. You needed some background noise so you wouldn't be able to formulate any more thoughts.
âMind if I play some music?â
He shrugged, so you took it as him giving you the okay, and you put on some music from your favorite video games, their slow melodies helping ease your mind, then continued on with trying to find that damned blueprint.
Eventually, you managed to find it, so you went to bed right after. You could already tell that you were bound to have another âepisodeâ by the early signs of being uninterested in practically everything you loved doing, your energy being low more often than not this week, sleep not providing you with any rest, but you were trying so hard to just push it down and ignore everything. It was getting more and more impossible to do so.Â
The next day, after you got back from completing a job, normal run of the mill demon killing, minor injuries on your end included, however, shit hit the fan. You were cleaning your weapon of choice, when Dante entered the room.Â
âAh you're back! Vergilâs with Nero already, we were gonna have a get together, wanna join?â
You looked up, blinked slowly, then shrugged. âAh, I'm not sure, I think I'll stay here this time. I'm too tired,â which wasn't entirely a lie, but you also really did not have the energy in you to socialize today.
Dante took a good look at you, his face scrunching up once he noticed the bandages wrapped around your arms (you had used them to shield yourself from a blow from one of the demons), and he sighed deeply. âThis is the fourth time you're blowing us off, Y/n, câmon, it'll do you some good to get out of here. You sure you're doing okay?â
âNo, yeah, I'm peachy, just tired,â you smiled, but it didn't reach your eyes. If he stopped prodding at you right now, everything would be okay. You would be, you were, just fine. Everything's fine. Totally!Â
âYouâre being reckless in fights again, aren't you?â
You gulped and shook your head. âOh, no, it just happened! Nothing super serious,â you laughed nervously. âYou know how it is!â
âI think I do,â he nodded, tone serious, in one of his rare moments of dropping the joke-y front.Â
You're not sure how, but things escalated from there, devolving into a verbal spat. He said things that hurt you, you said things that hurt him back, lashing out.Â
(You meant them in the moment, that vicious, ugly, cruel, part of you wanting him to feel as hurt as you were.)Â
He left with a loud bang! of the door slamming shut with more force than necessary, and that's when you placed your weapon somewhere safe, then calmly went to your room to cry.
(You're not sure if it was entirely out of frustration, hurt, or a mix of both, but this was the first time you had cried this hard in a while. Your heart hurt.)
By the time the tears had dried up, and the ache in your chest was more manageable, it was late into the night already. You went out to sit on the small balcony, music blaring in your ears at a volume that should have had you flinching, but right now, you felt nothing.Â
You ran a hand through your hair, exhausted from the day you had had. The door next to you opened and Vergil stepped out. He was surprised to see you sitting out here, probably though you were asleep by now. You hoped he wouldn't be able to notice just how puffy your eyes were. You paused your music, taking your headphones off and resting them gently on the table.
âHeyyy,â you greeted nonchalantly, âfancy seeing you here.â
He sat down and took a long look at you. Uh-oh! It made you feel self conscious. (Even more than you already were.)
He cleared his throat, âhave you been⊠doing well? Dante told me about your⊠argument.â
Here we go. âPfff yeah, Iâm all good! No need to worry, everything's alright! Why?â
âYou have been acting⊠odd, this week. More closed off.â
You scoffed, âthat's rich coming from you.â
âI am well aware. I am only⊠worried about you. You have not been acting like yourself. Did something happen? Did any of us do something that upset you?â
You pressed the palms of your hands on your eyes until your vision was full of stars. You could feel the tears coming back again. âNope, like I said, everything is fine,â you forced out after a long moment.
He stared at you in disbelief, seemingly getting frustrated by your refusal to talk about what is bothering you. âYouâve been preaching to me about how talking about my âfeelingsâ is a healthy way to understand and deal with them, yet here you are refusing to do the same.â
âItâs not the same for me as it is for you, Vergil. I don't have the luxury to allow myself to fall apart right now. Even if I did talk about it, as you say, it wouldn't change a thing for me. Just go back inside, pretend this didn't happen, please.â
He sat with your words, still looking at you, searching for⊠you're not sure. âYou have been there for me during the long nights where I was plagued by the sins of my past, and youâre telling me I'm not allowed to do the same?â
You hummed as a response.Â
âThat is foolish. I am not going anywhere until you say what has been the matter with you,â he stated matter-of-factly.
âThen it seems like you'll be stuck following me around like a lost puppy until the end of my days.â
Silence fell, solemn and heavy. If you could just wait it out, he was bound to be sick of waiting and just head back inside. Alas, he was a patient devil.
The minutes seemed to pass by ever so slowly. You took a shaky breath and combed a hand through your hair.Â
He spoke again, âI have trusted you with things I haven't even trusted Dante with. Why is it so⊠difficult for you to do the same?âÂ
You slowly turned your head to look at him, tears stinging in your eyes. âIt's just⊠it feels like I have ran out of excuses of why I am this way. And I'm tired of lashing out when people get too close. Which is what you're doing. I don't want toâŠâ you sighed again, "I don't know, be a dick to you, I guess.â
âI see.â
Silence once again fell between you two. With everything going on you hadn't realized just how much you were shivering from the cold, autumn air. At least with the colder seasons approaching you wouldn't have to worry about everything that summer brought.
âYou once told me that I should accept it when people were trying to get close to me. Why is it so hard for you to follow your own advice, Y/n?â
You had no answer for that. You shrugged.Â
âSo, what, you plan to keep isolating yourself? Such nonsense.â
You looked at him, mouth slightly open from shock. âThat's not what I'm doing. I'm just⊠I don't want to burden anyone with my stupid feelings.â
âSo whenever you find me after one of my outbursts, you think my feelings are âstupidâ or invalid?â
âNo! Absolutely not!â you replied, defensively.Â
âThen why do you assume that yours would burden me in return?â
Ohhh he got your ass good. Now what, girl? How do you even come back from this? âI don't know. I can't just come crying to you about the same two things each time. It's annoying.âÂ
âSo you find it annoying when I do it, too?â
âOf course not, that is not what I said!âÂ
âThen why do you assume I would feel that way when the situation is reversed? You silly thing,â he teased.Â
You laughed, caught off guard. You didn't think he would tease you at a time like this. But maybe it was just what you needed to get your head out of your ass (put so crudely, Vergil would say.)
âWhatever, I'll go to bed,â you grumbled.
âYou have nothing to retort with? No snarky remarks?â he said smugly.
âShut up, don't gloat,â you pouted.
He came to your (shared) room with you, made you sit down and helped you change into pajamas, kissing the top of your head once he was done.
âYou don't have to baby me.â
âHumor me.â
You grumbled again. Ugh! He was supposed to be the grumpy one out of you two!Â
After you were both settled in bed, he pulled you to rest atop his chest.
âI guess I'll have to apologize to Dante tomorrow. Man, what a mess I've made again.â
âHe didn't take any of what you said to heart. But it would be best if you did apologize for your actions.â
âVergil?â
âWhat is it?â
âThank you,â you said quietly, voice small.
âAlways.â
 Maybe everything would actually be okay this time.
Hii!! Idk if you are still interested in Vergil requests but I was wondering if youâd be open to a Vergil x slightly more alternative reader?
Not like anything super alternative, maybe just some more ear piercings, an eyebrow piercing or so, and the reader is showing him their music taste? Again, please interpret this however your mind does, I just love your works! <3
salutations my slimes, i am back! um, cause im a massive nerd, and cause twenty one pilots just dropped a new album, i lightly described that in the fic, but nothing suuuuper explicit about it, so i think you can fit in any bands of your liking! my bad i literally love this new album so much (guys trust me and give BREACH a listen, all the songs are amazing), anyway! HCs and a little fic again, sorry yall, im a massive yapper! anyway enjoy, comments n rbs are appreciated <3
So, you have a few more piercings than the rest of the people in this group, huh? Cool as hell, if you ask me (you did, heh)
Vergil is fascinated, especially if your earrings, nose piercings, or whatever else you have, have cool designs, like cute gems, little butterflies, cute bows, anything
I used to have a lime green septum ring (now it's just a silver one, not that anyone cares but,) so if you have any cool vibrant colors like that he's also super fascinated!
Like what would prompt you into doing this? He's genuinely curious!Â
If you have a naval piercing expect him to play around with it during sexy time
He asks a lot of questions about them, if getting them hurt, how long they took to heal, how you chose what jewelry you put there (if you don't change them often)
Patiently indulge him, he doesn't mean any harm by it!
Take him with you the next time you go in for a new piercing, if you're a little wuss like me and cry from the pain, he's going to try as hard as he can to comfort you, PDA isn't his strongest suit, however, so keep that in mind
Eyebrow piercings are so cool, (I lowkey want one too) he's also going to be playing with it whenever he can, sorta like a fidget toyÂ
I don't see him as the type to be really pressed about what you do to your body, as long as you're safe and healthy, he's happy!
Note that he will be making you clean any new ones you got often, so they don't get an infectionÂ
Wouldnât judge you for dressing more alternatively either, I mean, look at what he wears bro, he's got no room to talk
Now, when you share your music taste with him, he's gonna have more questions
To me, he would prefer more classical songs, or video game OSTs, as random as that might sound, if you've played any games like god of war, witcher 3, and the like, youâll get what I mean, those melodies capture so many emotions and in such a perfect way
Again, wouldn't really be a stick in the mud about it, he might even enjoy a song or two and listen to them regularlyÂ
If a band you listen to has lore (like twenty one pilots) (stream BREACH btw) he will listen to you explain the whole thing, with as many details as you want, for as long as you want
He's super good at being an active listener (imo) so he will have questions about it, and not just generic ones!
If you can go to a concert with him of your favorite band, he will buy merch for both of you, and will religiously wear it at home
Also! If you have tattoos he will be so interested behind their meanings and if they don't have any and you only got them because it was art you liked, that's awesome too
If you have a piercing on your tongue or mouth, ohhh he's gonna tug at it with his lips when you two kiss (gently of course!)Â
Today was THE day!!! Your favorite band had just released their newest and biggest album yet. and to say you were excited would be an understatement!!! You hadn't shut up about them all week long, and you were pretty sure at this point everyone at the Devil May Cry shop was WELL acquainted with them. You had specifically made sure your day would be free of any serious work or errands, literally BUZZING with excitement from the day before. You even managed to dodge listening to leaks, you were proud of yourself!!! A meme about never killing yourself came to mind, making you suppress a giggle, seeing as Vergil was sleeping soundly on your lap. You had reassured him you wouldn't be long and would sleep right after him, but with how much excitement was coursing through you, it felt impossible, so you opted into doomscrolling on your favorite social media sites to pass time until it was midnight and the album was available to you.
Ahhhhhh this was the life!!! Just a little longer and you would be listening to absolute masterpieces of songs, you were practically shaking at this point, unable to contain the happy feelings. You had been following this band for years ny now, and despite all the time since you first fell in love with their music, you were still as fond of it as you were when you first got into them.
MIDNIGHT!! You rushed to the bands youtube channel, to like all the songs, of course, then hit play and. Oh my god, first song in and you were getting emotional already. The songwriter had sneaked in references to older albums lyrics, making a wave of nostalgia wash over you, as the song continued to play in your earbuds.Â
By the time you got to the last song of the album, you were a sniffling, crying mess, its melody sounding oddly familiar, and when you looked it up online, people confirmed your suspicions about it being one of their heaviest songsâ instrumentals in reverse. God you loved this band so much. What you didn't realize, however, was that in all your excitement (and maybe a little bit of crying, shhh) vergil had woken up. Oupsi!Â
He poked your side, after you placed your earbuds on your bedside table, wanting to just sit with it and take it all in for a while. âSo, how did the album turn out, my dear?â he asked, voice thick with sleep, making you feel a little guilty for waking him.
âDid I wake you up? I'm sorry,â you sniffled, tears still falling periodically, you cleared your throat and continued, âdo you want the short answer, or the long one?â you asked, excitement starting to overtake you again little by little, tears forgotten.
He made himself more comfortable in your lap, nuzzled your tummy, he was probably still half asleep you surmised and answered, âhmmm, the long one. I like hearing you talk.â
And boy you were gonna make him regret that. Being a true yapper was not for the faint of heart. You started going off into an explanation about every single song, giving your opinions and thoughts, talking animatedly about every small easter egg you caught. He was looking up at you throughout your entire rant, at first you had to also explain to him the lore from the previous albums and how they were tied to this one, then continued on rambling about everything.Â
âWe could listen to them if you want,â he offered, sitting up now and moving to his side of the bed, still near you, but not on your lap.Â
âAre you sure? It's gonna take a while, you should get some sleep, you have to accompany Dante in the morning!â
âDont make me repeat myself,â he said, in such a serious tone you'd think this was a life or death matter, "I am interested in finding out more about them and this music, you hold dear so much.â
You tried to stay calm, but it's as if excitement was rolling off you in waves (again), you reached for your laptop, opening it up and pulling up the appropriate playlists and albums. The next few hours were spent with you two listening to music and overall having fun spending time together. The morning came pretty fast, so you both had to get up, and get ready for your day. You were gonna be on phone duty at the shop today, which gave you all the freedom to just sit and listen to this album.Â
By the time the twins had gotten back, all smelly and covered in demon entrails, you were pretty sure you knew all the lyrics by heart. Thankfully there was still a lot of time left in the day, so you decided to also go out and see if you could find any new jewelry for some of your piercings, you were starting to get bored of the ones you had had in for super long.
You convinced Vergil to tag along, after a much needed shower, of course. He begrudgingly agreed. Such a grumpy old man!Â
He had known you were pretty indecisive about making choices in general, so he had expected this trip, which you had originally dubbed as âquick, wont even last an hour!â to, obviously, last more than that. He could see you were starting to get frustrated with yourself and how you couldn't find anything to your liking, so he decided to step in, and choose some for you.Â
You shot him a grateful expression, he was gonna get so many kisses back at home, since you knew he wasn't fond of PDA, you weren't gonna make him uncomfortable in the middle of this crowded store. You didn't even see the jewelry he had picked out for you, you got 'em all, and finally, made your way out of there.
âI think we've earned ourselves a little treat!!!â you stated, leaving him no room to argue, leading him towards an ice cream parlor, treating him to his favorite flavors, which you had only discovered after another endeavor like this, when you had gone clothes shopping for him so long ago, seeing as he would need ânormalâ clothes since he had decided to try to accept his humanity. Safe to say he had been grumpy about that then, but you're nothing if not persistent, so you won.
After you got back home, you took a long, boiling hot shower, exhaustion from getting no sleep hitting you like a train, and collapsed in bed. You opened the bag that contained your new jewelry, to at least put them on before you were knocked out. Vergil, who was reading next to you, glanced at you in mild amusement.
 You were kinda struggling, to be fair, vision blurry and eyes tired, so you probably looked funny as fuck trying to get the little metal ball of your septum to unscrew.
âMay I help?âÂ
You could hear the amusement in his voice, but you nodded and gave up. He put his book aside, helping you move to his lap. Your head fell to his shoulder, âVergil, im soooo tired,â you whined.
âWhat did you expect would happen when you decided to skip sleep?â he asked, holding your face steady with one of his hands, successfully taking your septum ring out, carefully placing it in the little box where the new one was contained, swapping them. âHmm, looks good.âÂ
Your eyes lit up, âreally!? Can I see?!?!â
âPatience.âÂ
You grumbled, but waited for him to swap out the rest of your old piercings with the new ones, trying to make it as easy for him as you could, in your tired state.
âThere, all done.â
You shot up, almost tripping and getting a faceful of floor in the process, and went to your small vanity mirror to check yourself out. Vergil was not amused by your almost accident, sighing heavily and rubbing at his temples in exhaustion.Â
This little fucker! You burst out laughing, âreally, Vergil?!â
All the little decorative gems, were a rich shade of blue, similar to the one he liked. âYouâre unbelievable!â you shook your head, âthey do look great though, not gonna lie! Thank you for this,â you made your way back to him and collapsed in his arms.Â
âI have no idea what you're referring to,â he shrugged, rubbing comforting circles into your back.Â
âSureeeee you don't," you looked up at him and wiggled your brows, knowingly. He's such a dork.
You settled under the covers, and fell asleep in his arms, the excitement of the day finally wearing off and putting you into a nice cosy sleep. Â
Hi!!! I'm back again!! okay so 1. how are you??? 2. I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM like you are FEEDING us omg. and 3. if you're still taking requests maybe someone who struggles with BADDD nightmares paired with anyone you'd like? (like it doesn't have to be vergil yk?) THANK YOU and have a nice day :)!!
HIYA omg im so sorry i took this long, between uni kicking my ass and genshin impact dropping a new patch, ive been downright exhausted and running on 3 hours of sleep a day lol. i also got chased around by a fucking horse when i was making my way back home (i am deathly afraid of them), safe to say, ive had quite a day! anyway i only did vergil, i love this guy sm, this time i did both HCs and a little blurb? is that what you call em?? idk! but its HCs and a small fic at the end! hope thats okie! ty for requesting <3
Okay soooo we all know that Vergil is a grump. Like major grump so even getting him to bed at first was a hassle
Dante is a serial napper, as we all know, but Vergil couldn't be more different
I feel like after he adjusted to living like a human, he would either not sleep until he collapsed in bed from exhaustion and hibernate for 24 hours straight, or he has a strict sleep schedule, and he STICKS to it religiouslyÂ
I'm not sure if he gets nightmares about when he was enslaved by Mundus, since Dante killed Vâs familiars, but I reckon he gets nightmares or bad dreams in general, he has had a bad life so itâs to be expectedÂ
Now onto you, you had obviously warned him that you sometimes (or oftentimes) get bad dreams, just so he wouldn't be alarmed if you woke up screaming or crying in the middle of the night
So he was prepared, mentally, I guess?
But the first time it happened, he was at a loss
Let's be honest, he wouldn't know exactly how to comfort you through it, but he would try at least
He will wake you, and if youâre the type to forget your dreams and wake up confused about why the fuck he woke you up (especially if you take an hour minimum to fall asleep) and hes like ??? âyou were restless, was it a bad dreamâ you shrug and fall back asleep, he's even mORE perplexed
If you're the type to remember them, however, and you want to talk about it he will listen and attempt to comfort you as best as he canÂ
âI had a dream that my head was cut off in a car accident but I lived and could detach it whenever I wanted :(â â???â
If your bad dream makes you cry, again, he wakes you up to see if you're good or not
If you can't go to sleep after, too messed up from what you saw, he will stay up with you, his personal sleep schedule be damned. You do the same for him, too, so of course he wants to repay your kindness in a way (he would stay up with you regardless) (he's worried!)
If you want space and go off to the balcony to smoke or just sit by yourself for a while, he will respect your wishes, but guilt will eat him up, I feel like he would join you and just sit with you in quiet, just so you know you're not alone and that he will be there to protect you from whatever horrors terrorized you in your dreams
If you have any habits such as rocking yourself back and forth to help you fall asleep (if you do it subconsciously or not, doesn't matter) he will try to be as accommodating as he canÂ
Would read to you to help calm you down if you're super shaken from whatever you saw, will also offer to go make you both some teaÂ
If you're not a devil hunter like him and the rest of his family and you have especially violent dreams, he would also offer to teach you some self defense, right then and there at ass crack o'clock,Â
Once you were causing a ruckus in bed from your bad dream, he woke you up, you were still super visibly shaken, he managed to calm you down enough for you to tell him what you saw, âsome axe murderer was chasing me and a group of people I was tasked to keep safe, the axe murderer kept finding us and I had to fight him, it was ⊠brutalâ he will at once drag you out of bed, and start showing you basic stances and how to disarm anyone that came with a weapon at you, you were quite confused at first, but it did tire you out enough to help you go back to sleep, as well as calm your paranoia about things
If you play any video games and would like to unwind by playing them after your bad dream, he will sit with you and watch you play, sit on his lap to feel extra secure !!!
If you just wanna doomscroll to unwind he will pull you to his chest and hold you close, make him watch whatever youre watching too, it's a good bonding thing !!
If you have any rituals you do to fall back asleep, whatever those may be, and you've already discussed with him what to do to get you through the especially worse times/dreams, he will immediately guide you through them
now, if you absolutely refuse to sleep and decide to stay awake, he will naturally, stay with youÂ
In general I feel like he would hover over you to see how you are
If you want to dance the fear out and decide to put on your favorite songs, definitely drag him in to dance with you, he will be grumpy about it but indulge you regardlessÂ
Thatâs all I reckon hmm definitely would shower you in kisses if you needed him to!Â
You were trapped. No escape in sight. The thing that had been chasing you through endless corridors and open empty spaces, void of life, of anyone to help you, save you from this torment, making your cries of help go unheard, was closing in, and you knew this was going to be the end. You had never thought this would be the way you would go. It had already torn through Vergil, somehow many times more powerful than he was, and if even Vergil had fallen to this monstrosity, what chance would you have? You were but a human.Â
It was getting closer now, the stifling darkness that followed it closing in on you, restricting your breath, freezing you in place, making you unable to do anything at all to defend yourself. Tears were streaming down your face, you were hyperventilating, screaming at your body to move, just move, do anything at all, but it wasn't obeying you.
The faceless entity stood in front of you now. It reached one of its blackened claws at you, slowly, so ever slowly, tilting its head in what you assume was amusement. The darkness seeping out from it was clawing up your body too, making your limbs black, same as its own. It grabbed you by the neck, its grip scaled and icy, screams of pain erupting from your neck, your vision blurry now. You could only make out its sickening, condescending smile. It put its other limb through your chest, and ripped your heart out.
That's when you shot up awake, breathing shallow and uneven, much like it was in your nightmare. You noticed Vergil was already awake and was attempting to wake you, too, but as soon as you saw him tears of relief fell from your eyes, and you pounced him, hugging him as tight as you could, so thankful he was still alive, and in one piece. He held you through your sobs, whispering reassuring things in your ear.Â
After your crying died down, you apologized about waking him up, told him to go back to sleep, and went to sit outside and get yourself together. He joined you, after a while, asking if you felt any better. You shook your head, your voice being too weak for you to use at that moment. He coaxed you into getting back to bed with him, after sitting with you outside some more, the quiet of the night and him by your side easing your fears considerably.
You managed to tell him what you saw, cuddled up in his arms and under the cosy blankets you had picked out together, incessant apologies for waking him up this late at night after the tiring day he had gone through. He disregarded them, reassuring you that he would never be bothered by such things, and how he wouldn't be defeated that easily by anyone, and that he would always be by your side to protect you. You both fell asleep again, in each other's arms, this time a peaceful, uneventful sleep falling over your tired self.
