I love writing protective fics, and this is perfect as Namor is super protective as you could see in the movie.
Warnings: talk of a knife, guy trying to hurt you.
You are a surface dweller in this, btw. Also I used an English to yucatec maya translator for the words in his language, but just let me know if any of this is wrong. Also happy Valentineās Day!
This isnāt a Valentineās Day fic cause I originally hadnāt meant to write one, but this is still dedicated to the day so yeahš again happy Valentineās Dayā¤ļø
gif creds: @unicornspwnall
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Namor is extremely protective
If anyone were to even harm you they're dead pretty quickly.
For example: one time you'd been approached on the beach, and then the guy had threatened with a knife, which had lead Namor to leave the water.
It was only you, Kāukāulkan, and that other guy there, with it being night.
Then, without even giving this scumbag a chance to say or do anything, he had knocked the knife out of his hand and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
"Bix a atreves." which translated to 'how dare you.'
The man wanting to fight back was met with Namor's hands moving to his throat so quickly, his air being squeezed out so slowly.
"You're pathetic." the venom lacing his words only emphasising the anger he held. How dare he threaten his partner.
When the man was finally dead Kāukāulkan was breathing heavily, seeing red.
"My love.ā
A hand on his back, his eyes had flicked over to you.
"(y/n)..."
His hands moved to rest on your arms the anger slowing disappearing.
"Are you okay?"
You lean forward and lean your head against his chest, just wanting to be in his arms.
"Can you just hold me please?"
Too shaken up and just wanting his comfort. He had soon wrapped his arms around you, holding you protectively.
You are in his home quite often, which is your home too, but when you aren't he likes to keep an eye on you.
Peaks out of the water from time to time just to make sure you're okay.
You can look after yourself, but he just can't help but worry. to be protective. it's apart of who he is.
Becomes more protective especially because of that night.
Hates that there are people who can even act this way, and this is one of the many reasons he hates basically all surface dwellers.
Also when he threatens people, if he chooses not to kill them [or at first] he threatens them with his weapon.
Namor canāt help but smile in satisfaction seeing their scared faces.
He will teach you how to protect yourself if you don't know how to.
Makes a weapon for you.
When he trains you, he starts off slow at first, waiting to take it easy on you at first,
When he knows you can keep your own though, heāll go harder.
It's also sweet to know how much he cares to want to take time out of his days to train you.
He can always tell when something is wrong, and he'll always let you know he's there for you.
He is just there for you, no matter what. He's very sweet and you're the only person to ever see this side of him.
He may be intimidating, ācoldā to others, fearless, but when you're alone he's the opposite. He smiles at you and really smiles and it makes your heart swell.
RE9 SPOILERS: Grace Ashcroft x reader || Story and headcanons
Just random headcanons of dating Grace/how you met. RE9 spoilers.
I'm so sorry i haven't posted in years. I lost motivation, and then never continued on this account. I doubt this will get attention, but I wanted to post SOMETHING. love you all mwah.
My bad if the grammar and stuff sucks, getting back into writing and stuff gonna try and fix it up more in the future.
Gif creds: @revilladies
Warnings: violence/death, nightmares if that's a TW for you, depression hinted at.
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The two of you met during the events of Wrenwood. You: A detective sent to investigate by a separate company. A sharp pain in your right arm had briefly put you out of commission. The zombie had picked up on this fact and tried to attack.
With the loss of hope, you felt as if your fate was sealed. Until. BANG. A bullet sent clean through its neck, body sprawling to the dirtied ground.
POV of when it happened
"Are you okay?!"
Her voice...so worried...so muffled, and her hands, your SAVIOURS hands, press gently to your non-injured arm.
It's only when you force your eyes to lock onto something other than the decaying corpse, that you finally see her. A woman yes, a worried woman to be specific. Her blonde hair with specks of blood. Her eyes you picture to usually be soft, focused, are wild. They flick to the corpse on the ground for a moment, before meeting yours.
"Did you hear me? -"
"What's happening?"
You cut her off: the shakiness in your voice, unease from everything happening all at once, causes her mouth to close. Only now does she inspect the rest of you (please no bites, please no bites). Nothing however, but the injury on your arm from being shoved by the hungry monster is a worry.
"Oh shoot- let me wrap it- I-I'm sorry if I- If I hurt you."
Oh, her stammering- you feel so bad. Though she seems more put together than you are. Good. Helpful. Maybe the two of you can work together to get the HELL out of here. "She could be bad" is nudging at the back of your mind, however. Though the other part, the angel on your shoulder, is very convincing.
Besides...she seems just as scared as you are.
"What...why is this happening? W... why?"
"I'm as confused as you are." Grace looks up at you. "I'm- my- my name is Grace. Grace Ashcroft."
"(y/n) (l/n)."
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Time blurs into itself. The two of you stick together, except for when you're separated and finally reunite after what feels like days. You are there through it all; Emily dying and turning into...that...Grace being taken, all of it. When you finally reunite it is at the lab, and neither want to let the other go.
When Gideon is finally defeated, you Leon and Grace, are taken to separate areas to be hosed down and checked for any more infection. It's nerve wracking being away from someone you spent so much time with, but her nervous yet soft eyes, are a reassurance at least.
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"She needs you."
A soft hand on your back, prompts you to turn around. He stares, just as exhausted, maybe more. Without meaning to, your focus diverts to one of his hands...the band sitting snuggly on that finger. It glimmers and shines proudly in the light.
"Congratulations Leon."
With a simple nod, while at the same time unable to hide the smile, Leon cocks his head behind. To the ambulance. To her. A safety blanket wrapped around her shoulders, almost like a cocoon protecting her from the outside world and all the horrors faced that night.
"She needs you (y/n)." he repeats. "I know, and I need her too. Throughout it allā¦ā for a moment sheās all you can think about. A weird feeling in your chest settles, itās hard to really pinpoint what it is at that moment. Seeing her there, alive, hurt but alive, is the best thing that has come out of everything. Leon steps slightly closer, bringing you back to reality, āYouāll be okay (y/n).ā āWhat about you Leon?ā āIāll be okay. I'll manage. Been in this for as long as I can remember. Grace though...she needs you. The two of you are close I can tell, you're who she needs the most right now-"
You pull Leon into a hug, cutting off his words, body shaking slightly. Your head pressed against him, before pulling back, and giving him a nod in return. Grace needs you...though, he realizes, you need her too.
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Soft boots against the dusty ground, right arm pressed gently against your chest, her eyes flick up immediately. Shoulders lowering to become relaxed, rather than tense. The tattered material covering your body shows the different cuts and bruises unfortunately gained throughout the night. It is almost like you can still hear the moans and groans of the undead, the bullets whizzing past and staking claim into their rotted flesh. The screaming while you're...-
"Hey...
Grace makes room next to her, her voice winning by bringing you out of your traumatised thoughts.
"How are you holding up?"
"Better than I was. How about you Grace?"
"I'm...trying not to think about what happened, you know?"
A twitch. A twitch in your right hand, itching to press against hers. For a moment your eyes are on her right left hand, wishing, hoping that maybe she wants the same thing. To want comfort from the person she spent the last how many hours with. The person that witnessed horrors with her, that held her when she suffered, that convinced her to keep going when she wanted to give up.
"Thank you...for everything (y/n)."
You finally meet her eyes after what feels like forever. They're...softened...more than they have ever been around you.
"Grace, I should be thanking you."
The moon is very beautiful tonight. You note that when you avoid her eyes and look up at it, almost like it's a sign of a new beginning. Something that is needed, wanted. "...you're still here, even when you lost hope, you're still here Grace."
The words, stuck in your throat, hand shaking, still itching to hold hers. "....and I-"
Softness...is what you feel. Hard muscle, pressed tightly, shivering, softness of clothes. Do you dare look down? No... thatās selfish right? Oh, but the tilt of your head follows, eyes dropping from hand to her head. Her eyes are closed, basking in the comfort from you. You start to shake, almost overwhelmed, before pulling Grace into a hug.
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Headcanons part now
When the two of you met Emily, it became maternal to be her guardians almost immediately.
The two of you end up adopting little Emily after finding out she IS alive. The memory of seeing her again causes shock and silence before cries and hugs ensue. Emily can see now and she canāt stop crying either, holding the two of you tight.
When it comes time to adopting her, the process goes smoothly, and soon; Your home becomes a family home. Your clothes join with Grace's. The spare room that you stored things you don't usually use, become your child's room. Soon you and Grace are making food for three, picking out children's outfits, going to recitals and singing on long car trips.
Having a child is an adjustment but the two of you become the best parents to Emily that you could be.
Photos of the three of you are in a scrapbook and photos are all around the house hung up and on display for people to see.
Relationship specific
The night after everything Grace clings to you in her sleep; her mutters and stressed expression start out just as thatā¦until she starts acting erratic. Itās only then that you wake her up to make sure she doesnāt harm herself.
After that night, sheās hesitant to open up about what happened. She thought it was āweakā and āembarrassingā, which you found heartbreaking. With enough comforting words, she does open up more than she has before. Says she enjoyed being in your arms.
-Grace loves just having you with her, it keeps her sane.
-Gentle touches on your back, soft body against hers.
If you donāt like touch, or she feels the same, just being in each otherās presence is enough.
-Reassurancesā¦a lot of reassurances.
-Grace will keep you updated while she works, not wanting to cause any worry or panic.
If you also work, you do the same.
Cute selfies and messages like āI miss you angelā
-Sometimes falls asleep against you, if you do the same, she sort of freezes and doesnāt move, not wanting to wake you.
-Runs her fingers through your hair, curling it slightly around her fingers.
-Soft hums while cleaning; usually unaware that you watch her because it feels so peacefulā¦and you canāt help but fall even more in love.
-Slow dancing in the kitchen and laughter that drowns out those thoughts.
-Long car drives together.
-Stealing your jumpers if sheās cold; she has one while sheās at work, wears it instead of her jacket/hoodie.
-Has an mp3 player FULL of songs that remind her of you.
She would use an actual music app but prefers the mp3 player.
Grace is very protective of you. Not in a super forward way (since she feels like it will make things worse) but she shows it by doing certain things. If someone is giving you a problem, or making you feel uncomfortable, her hand will be placed on either your hip or your side.
Again, if you donāt like touch she still makes it known that she's there, and youāll be okay.
If the moment you show how uncomfortable you really are, that you don't like how this person is acting, Grace will deal with the person immediately. She would never let you get hurt. She would rather die than let it happen.
You donāt usually fight, if you do itās over something big, but again you never usually fight.
Would you get married one day?
-If you do get married: It happens when you both feel comfortable enough and itās the right time. Itās a beautiful wedding.
-Emily is much older, she cries watching her parents finally get married. Sheās 100% the flower girl during it and has such a fun time throwing the flowers.
-You eventually move into a bigger house too, one you own (Same scenario with the moving out and stuff if you donāt get married)
-Soon the walls are painted, a height chart drawn up on the wall to track Emilyās heights.
If you donāt get married?
You still spend the rest of your lives together. Everything is the same as if you do get married, just minus the whole, well, marriage part.
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Oh I adore Grace so much, she has my heart. This isn't perfect, but I tried to make it as accurate to her character as I could. A little corny but I love corniness tbh even though, again, this isn't perfect.
Includes: Piers, Leon, Chris, Luis, Jake, and Finn.
Multi fic!!! I love these men so so much. And YES I included Finn cause he deserves more love. Also thank you for the love on my stuff :) btw heres a happy thingy this can be an apology for the sad one i posted the other day SOBS
ALSO i'll be slow but please if you want request :) I have to do other requests from ages back SORRY but I'd love to do a re request!!! btw if this is out of character I'm sorry, this is just how I think they would be. My bad if there are mistakes and stuff.
Gif creds for the top: @shingoyabukiofficial
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Piers Nivans
When Piers hugs you, he leans into the hug. Rather than feel afraid to hug you he'll lean all his weight into the hug. Piers may be a serious individual but at heart he's a softie, and a softie for you the most.
Okay so about your heights; If you're shorter than him he likes to rest his head on top of yours, interlocking his fingers with you as he does. Sometimes he'll just stand with his head on yours not doing anything else, but often he likes holding your hand.
There was this one time you fell asleep in each other's arms. Chris had come in and couldn't help but get a picture; yeah Chris may be a serious person but there are those times where he can't help but be mischievous. The next time Piers saw Chris he saw the photo of you and him asleep hugging and couldn't help but go red.
Now if you're taller than Piers is, he has to lean up into the hug. His head usually against your chest. Piers isn't short at all, but if his partner happens to be taller than he is [which wouldn't really be a surprise as he's surrounded/has been sorrounded by tall people i.e. Chris, Jake] he loves it just as much.
[gif creds: @ivy-loves-chocolate]
Leon Kennedy
Like Piers Leon leans into the hug, but he's more hesitant if that makes sense?
Leon is a "big bad dso agent" to a lot of people, but in reality he's a sweetheart. I mean he used to be a cop he's always wanted to help people so it's not a surprise how gentle he is with you. He's lost a lot so he's hesitant to hug you properly at first to scared he might accidentally hurt you or mess up in some way.
When you do hug however it's the sweetest thing. He likes planting kisses to your head, or running his fingers through your hair. If he's not holding onto you, that is. He also likes to whisper endearing words into your ear, stroking your back and humming to a song sometimes.
Speaking of heights: Leon isn't short, he's 5'11, so he's not short. He doesn't really care about his height though, but he does love how he can scoop you up into a hug, he adores it, adores how easy it is. Having you close to him to his heart makes his heart beat fast. He can't help it. If you're taller than him it doesn't make much of a difference but he does like to defend himself a little, though heās not really offended or anything.
[Gif creds: @prayerdelvna]
Chris Redfield
Like Leon Chris hesitates, but unlike Leon, Chris likes to crush you into a hug. He's not brutal with the crushing ofc but he likes just holding you tight in his arms. He'll whisper comforting words even when you don't need comfort, he's always thinking of you.
Chris likes to compliment you a lot so it's not a surprise when he compliments you over being shorter than him. He finds it really cute that he has to lean down to hug you, even cuter when he can just pick you up and hold you in his arms. If you're taller, however, which is a surprise since he's 6'1, he honestly really loves it.
Chris really loves sitting with you in his lap as you hug. He likes just having you close, having you physically close, because it reassures him that you ARE there. Chris has lost so much so many people that it scares him sometimes not having you close to him. You can tell too and make sure to reassure him that he's not imagining things and you ARE there, in his arms.
Chris especially loves when you get him into newer things like new music. So one minute he'll be holding you the next he'll be listening to some new song that had come out [and secretly liking it]. Or you'll be watching a movie and he'll act like he knows what some stuff they're saying mean but honestly has no clue. He just loves spending time with you.
[Gif creds: @entreri]
Jake Muller
Jake likes to pick you up when you hug. He'll scoop you up into his arms and just hold you, like Chris, except he doesn't really know how to stop moving. Yes he'll stay still but sometimes he likes just moving around the room as you hug.
He's never really been close to anyone since his mother so for him to hug you, to hold you close, means he trusts you a lot. For him to even want to touch you just proves he's not some "cold mercenary"
Jake loves teasing you about your height if you're short. All in good fun, of course. He loves leaning down and smirking, saying stuff like "oh doll you're so short". Since Jake is super tall, I mean he's 6'3, he towers over you. He's like a tree that you have to climb just to hug him.
There was this one time where Jake had hug you. After holding you for basically an hour [not really but he felt that way] he had stood up and smacked himself on the doorway because of his height. You had spent the next half an hour trying to make him feel better while he acted like he was fine.
[Gif creds: @residentevilnet]
Luis Serra Navarro
Luis is a FLIRTER. So when you hug he often likes to spin you around with that grin you love so much. Then he'll dip you and plant a kiss on your lips loving when you either grow red or can't stop smiling. Luis adores you so much, he adores when you hug.
He's not as tall as other characters BUT he still hugs like you're the world. He likes to speak in his native tongue quite a lot, but there are the times where he accidentally slips into it while you're together. Hugging being one of them.
Luis absolutely adores hugging you. He pulls you into his chest and cradles you, every few seconds reminding you of how much he loves you. Although he loves the silence too so if you're silent while hugging that's perfect too.
Luis loves to tease you, just not as much as Jake. He makes some flirtatious teasing remark about how you're shorter than him, and that he can just pick you up and hug you whenever. If you're taller than him he'll joke that he can still pick you up even though it's often hard since he's shorter.
[Gif creds: @residentevilnet]
Finn Macauley [bruh why aren't there a lot of Finn gifs, this is MEAN]
Finn absolutely ADORES you with his whole being. Being a 22 year old in THE B.S.A.A. is super stressful but knowing that he's coming to you makes things better. Not that he hates the bsaa it's just nice to know he has you. He also LOVES hugs and loves them with everything.
Finn will wrap his body around you and will practically cling to you. He holds you extremely close and will tell you about his day, "OH and at work today I got to lead the mission" stuff like that. You love hearing about his day especially when you're in his arms. Finn also appreciates how much you listen to him cause sometimes he thinks he's being a burden.
This one time you had visited Finn and the two of you were cuddling on the couch. That's when he got caught by Piers and Chris and could not stop the redness in his face, all the while Chris and Piers had the biggest grins on their faces. Seeing the boy who was like their brother so embarrassed, they couldn't help it.
Okay so: If you're shorter than him he takes advantage of this, finding it so cute to see someone to small in his arms, especially since you're his partner. He likes kissing you on the nose, he loves your lips, but kissing you on the nose is also extra special. He also likes giving you piggyback rides and smiles hearing when you laugh. If you're taller than him he still loves kissing your nose, and he still loves hugging you, he just has to stand up taller to achieve this. He does love looking up at you.
[Gif creds: @piers-wifey]
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And that's it!!! Some fluff super cute I love making these types of fics.
You and Leon are each other's rock in a world that can be cruel.
im so sorry for not posting for AGES but i'll try and post more often. ALSO thank you for nearly 400 followers, ILY!!
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The first thing you feel when you wake, is the soft hands grasping your waist. It's almost like you're in heaven- though, it often feels that way with him. Following this touch is a soft grunt, a loving kiss placed oh so delicately on your temple.
"Morning honey."
The man's hands, usually so rough, a stark contrast with you. They move through your hair so delicately almost as if the man is scared to hurt you- you mean too much to him. Mr Kennedy presses another kiss to your temple, a following one on your head, and then finally your lips.
Your own eyes finally open, his soft blue eyes the first things you see as you do. Leon, who's usually tidy hair, sticks out in different places; his eyes contain a lack of sleep, it's a surprise that he was even asleep in the first place. With nights as long as they are, Leon will usually depend on coffee or cough cough alcohol, to keep his body awake.
"You're here?"
"Of course honey." he pulls you close to his chest. "...I thought for once I spend my morning with you, especially since I know you miss me when I'm not with you."
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When Leon is home, you're his priority. Granted you're his priority in general but he gives you extra special love and attention when he's home. The two of you love sharing stories, Leon loves telling you what he's been up to at work; although if it's "too much of a risk" to you, he'll keep it confidential.
Leon loves telling you new jokes he's come up with, or just HEARD in general. Especially when or if you're feeling down Leon will do his best to cheer you up, so corny jokes it what he'll choose.
There was this one time, you were on the verge of a breakdown. Leon had felt his heart sink, blamed himself for your low mode even though it wasn't his fault. He put on the goofiest smile and told you the corniest joke you have ever heard, which, in turn, caused you to break down into laughter.
Leon couldn't help but smile triumphantly, his heart simply warming to see you laugh. He proceeded to hold you in his arms for the rest of the night since this happened around 11pm. The both of you were exhausted by that point, and fell asleep pretty easily.
It was extra special with him holding you.
There was another time, when you were extremely sick. Whenever you're sick Leon will know easily, even if you try and hide it from him. If he's at work and he'll hear you on the phone he'll leave work to be with you, or if you're already together he changes your plans for the day to rather look after you.
Leon will have everything. Soup, a warm blanket, he'll get your favorite show or movie set up, and he'll have an endless supply of medicine for you. The man just cares about you so dearly that it hurts his heart to see you sick or in pain.
You're so happy to have him in your life, and Leon feels the same about you. You're both each other's rocks, you love eachother more than anything, and if the world was ending you would be with one-another until the end, as corny as that sounds.
During a banquet thrown by empress sindel, it seems you have caught a certain movie stars eye
Warnings: swearing | gif creds: @mortal-kombat-1
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Kitana is your best friend; the two of you grew up together, so you're quite close with her and her family. Though unlike the princesses', you aren't royalty, and while that is true it doesn't stop the empress from inviting you to the royal banquet [which you hesitantly decide to go to]
-Night of banquet-
It's a beautiful night, one that is often hard to come across. The table is filled with delicious food, and many a people occupy the space, such as; earthrealms champion Raiden, Kung Lao, Kenshi Takahashi, Lord Liu Kang, and Johnny Cage.
Alone and bored out of your mind, you sit at the end of the table hoping no one will come up with you although the empress wanted you to interact.
"Good evening..."
That voice. You turn your head to the right, your eyes landing on-
"Johnny Cage?"
and, with a nod, the man gives you his signature smile.
"The one and only."
Johnny Cage is...interesting. He's a movie-star, you overheard that his wife had left him, and that he has sento which belongs to Kenshi's family. It's a surprise you were able to get that much information on him considering this is the first time you've met the man.
"...are you..."
"No, i'm not royalty.", you finish, with an awkward chuckle. "...i'm close with the family. Kitana is my best friend and we grew up together, though despite not being apart of this family I was still "forced" to come."
Johnny let's out a soft chuckle, his right hand moving to run through his hair, his soft brown eyes looking into yours. It's not uncomfortable however, he has a warm sort of energy.
"...you're an earthrealmer?"
"Yep. Movie star, martial artist, kinda famous.", he gloats with a smirk...then he leans in. "...and also single." though while he seems confident on the outside it's evident he's hurting from this divorce. That he's using other means to cover this up, and he hopes you can see through this, but you can't.
"I'm...sorry, about your divorce."
Johnny pauses...he looks away, his demeanor slipping, then he grabs some wine and takes a sip.
"Not sure how you found out, but it's fine." John puts the wine glass down and sighs. "Cris was right, about everything. I spent too much on shit, and i've gotten too lost in the "johnny cage" persona, that I lost the person I love the most...and I don't think we'll be getting back together."
Johnny sighs and looks at you.
"Look, i'm not trying to use you as a distraction if it's coming across that way. You seem like a nice person, and i'd like to get to know you...if you wanted?"
He then proceeds to hold out his hand;
"So, let's start again. I'm John Carlton."
His voice is softer than before, he has a small smile on his face a genuine one. He seems more comfortable and more open having opened up about what happened, and is willing to get to know you.
You take his hand, and a small smile appears.
"I'm (y/n) (l/n)."
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"Tonight was wonderful." you say as John walks you to your home, and John gives a nod.
"It's nice to focus on something other than myself." he jokes, then his eyes go to your house which you've arrived at. You stop at the door and John looks at you, a bit awkward, though that smile doesn't disappear.
"I hope we meet again John..."
"Me too (y/n)."
The two of you stand there, just staring at eachother, before you snap out of it and turn to walk into your house. Though when you hear his voice, and you look down back at him, you notice how his soft brown eyes look into yours, and it's almost like you're home. Like he's home.
"John..."
"Can I...kiss you?"
At first he didnāt want to because of his ex, but during this night and getting to know you, heās begun to fall for youā¦and he realises getting back with his ex is basically impossible.
Though, again, heās not trying to use you as a distraction he genuinely likes you and wonders if things will go anywhere [which he does hope even if the split still hurts]
You step forward, and with a nod giving him the go ahead, he leans down and kisses you. Which makes you melt. With his hand now in yours, as he draws lines on your skin, the two of you stand there kissing under the street light.
Then, with the goofiest smile, you both pull away, and John gives you a sweet forehead kiss. The two of you just look at eachother, before he lets your hand go and turns to walk off; "i'll see you around sweetheart.", and with a wink, and that sweet smile, he walks off leaving you alone, smiling like crazy.
Leon thinks you die, so when he sees you alive he never wants to let you go again.
gif creds: @halfwayriight
Bold = Leon
You + Luis: normal font
Italics = Ashley
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"(Y/N)!"
His voice cracks, breaking through the chaos of the night. His eyes, wide- shock filled. His body is frozen in place, almost as if an invisible force is willing it to. His heart picks up speed until it feels like it's going to give out, and his right hand reaches out in desperate need to touch you- to grab you and pull you.
Though as the building collapses, and that face he loves so dearly disappears from sight, it doesn't feel real.
"(Y/N) NO!"
The 27 year old begins to run towards the building, when he's suddenly stopped by the roof above collapsing and knocking him out.
....
....
"Ugh my head."
Leon's eyes slowly open, welcoming the dim night. He looks around the room, confused, and that's his eyes land on Ashley and Luis. Still disoriented he attempts to sit up which fails, as the pain from his head shoots back and leaves him groaning again.
"...where.."
"Leon!"
Ashley having just realised he's awake runs over to him, and hugs him.
"You're awake!"
"What..."
"You were knocked out."- Luis finishes, a few cuts and bruises on his face. "...we managed to find you before you were killed, and we brought you here." the Spaniard waves his hand. "...and lucky we did..."
Leon groans and clutches his head, his mind a swirl.
"(y/n)...where's..."
Leon looks around the room, having not remembered what happened yet.
"Where's (y/n)..."
Luis and Ashley exchange a look; Ashley looks near tears, and Luis is doing a perfect job of hiding his emotions. An unspoken silence between the two leads Luis to jog Leon's memory which he wish he didn't have to do.
"They're...they're gone-"
The door being thrown open so suddenly grabs the attention of the three. They look over at the door, almost-expecting to see one of those Ganado's because what's new. Though when the three focus ahead, they all look shocked...Leon especially, who stares wide-eyed.
His partner, his lover, they're standing at the door. One hand on their side, cuts and bruises scattered on their face. They look weak, disoriented, yet despite that, manage a smile.
"I'm here-"
Your eyes widen when Leon is over to you in no time, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight against his chest. He gasps, he clings to your body like he's making sure that you're there and he's not imagining things. He lets out a soft sob, his hands clinging clinging once more, the blood covering you touching him.
"You...you're-"
"I'm here baby..."
Despite the amount of pain you're in, that you wanna pass out, being in Leon's embrace is soothing now that you're back in his arms. Leon keeps you close to him, to his heart, and the two of you stand there, while Ashley and Luis watch on with smiles.
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Leon glances over at you every so often, making sure you're still breathing.
"They're alright...physically."
The doctor tells Leon, jotting down some notes in his book.
"...mentally..." the agent nods, knowing already, cause why wouldn't you be mentally okay after all that you went through.
"Can I stay?"
"Of course."- the doctor nods. "I'll let you two be alone."- and he leaves the room and shuts the door, leaving you and Leon alone once again. Leon, who approaches the bed and sits down, his right hand intertwining with your left.
He watches the way you breathe, the way your mouth is slightly parted. The cuts and bruises on your body an example of your survival, and the bandage around your torse reminding him that he almost lost you.
It feels surreal; one minute he had seen you "die", the next you were back in his arms safe and sound. The last 24 hours have been insane but with you alive and well, things are already better. Leon squeezes your hand softly, not enough to wake you, but enough to let your subconscious know that he's there.
Leon gets comfortable on the chair, and spends the next few hours just watching over you until you wake.
-A few weeks later-
"Home sweet home."
Leon comes up behind you and kisses you on the cheek before hauling the stuff inside; you had offered to help, though Leon was insistent on doing it all himself.
"So glad to be home."
He places everything down by the couch, and turns to face you; his eyes soften, he smiles when you smile they're smile is so beautiful, and proceeds to walk back over to you.
Leon leans down, and surprises you when he wraps his arms around you, and scoops you up, his lips meeting yours in a loving kiss. You kiss him back, being spun around by Leon, who can't stop smiling.
"I love you Leon."
Leon swoons hearing those words, it never fails to make his heart hammer. Oh how he loves you so much, he's just so happy to have you in his arms alive and well, and now the two of you can spend time together which means more than anything.
"I love you too sweetheart. Now, let's go and relax." and, with his arms still holding you, and the softest smile ever on his lips, he carries you over to the couch.
[Creds to: bahnhofbratan on Pinterest for the photo]
As always thank yaāll for the love on my stuff :)
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[2 am]
A knocking at your front door wakes you from your slumber. At first, you chalk it up to your mind playing tricks on you. However when that same knock repeats you realise it's not a mind trick, and therefore decide to go and see.
"I'm coming!"
It's not until you get to the front door that you realise how bad of an idea this is. It's god knows how late in the morning, someone is knocking on the door in the middle of the night and they still haven't said anything. This is a perfect example of "person falls victim to stupidity." and, with that, you don't open the door.
Instead you reach for a weapon. Breathing a little heavy but maintaining your composure, you begin to back away....
"(y/n) please open the door I...I need you."
Leon?
"Leon? Is that you?"
"Yeah it's me...", he replies, though he sounds shy, embarrassed? "...I know it's really late, but I...fucked up and I need help." you donāt grab the weapon, and instead you open the door, now scared that he's hurt or something which thankfully isn't the case.
Instead he stands there wearing a hoodie and when you begin to open your mouth to ask, he pulls it off.
His hair...it's been...cut, except in such an uneven and crooked way. Leon looks, again, embarrassed, and that's probably why he hid his head with the hoodie on the way. You find his hair perfect though, despite how it looks, though that can't be said about Leon.
"I tried to cut my hair, but I...got distracted and it ended up like this."
He steps forward, though seems hesitant, and the poor guy Leon looks at you desperate.
"Look I know it was a stupid reason to come over this late, I just..."
"No." You reply, stepping out to meet him. "it's not stupid at all Leon. Like I said you can come to me about anything, and I mean anything. I care for you a lot, you're my best friend Leon, but I don't just care for you 'cause you're my best friend."
Leon stands there...and his eyes soften a little. He gives a small nod and looks at you, thankful.
"Now come in, i'll fix up your hair for you."
Leon walks in once you move aside, and you close and lock the door once more. He looks around the house, memories of being there many a time filling his mind, which only makes him smile.
Noting the smile on his face as you pass, you gesture the agent to take a seat on a chair, before leaving to grab some hair stuff. Sure you're tired but you wanna be here for Leon and if that means spending all night awake with him, then that's what will happen.
Searching through the different stuff you soon return, and Leon smiles seeing you. God his smile, it always seems to make things better.
"So you just want me to fix it up for you, that's all...?"
"Yeah- yes please (n/n)."
"Got it."
You then come up behind him and you wrap a towel around his shoulders. Leon sits completely still and lets you do your thing, though feeling the closeness makes him feel all warm inside.
The two of you have known eachother for years and he would be lying if he said he didn't have feelings for you. He hasn't revealed these feelings though not wanting to mess up the relationship the two of you have, but mainly to keep you out of danger.
If anyone found out he loved you, you would be hurt, and if hiding these feelings covers that, he's fine with that.
Leon is snapped back to reality when he feels your fingers through his hair, the way you're so gentle to not cut him or hurt him in anyway. His eyes close and he gets more comfortable, letting you fix up his hair- that warm feeling inside wrapping around him like a blanket.
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"Done.", a big proud smile on your lips, and you put your tools away and look at Leon. "...ready to see?"
Leon gives a nod, excited to see you fix up his "mistake.". Unable to hide your smile, you count down from three and show him his fixed up hair with a hand-held mirror.
He focuses on his reflection...you wait to see his reaction...Leon turns around to look at you...and the cutest softest smile appears.
"It's perfect! you did amazing, thank you. Now I won't look like my hair got caught in a mower."
"You're welcome Leon..." you place the mirror down and smile. "...i'm glad I could help...oh!" You glance at the clock. "I know this is sudden but I can't let you go home at this time- you walked here, right? Well i'm not letting you walk home. You can take my bed, i'll take the couch." And oh if he hadn't fallen in love with you already, this act of kindness proved it.
"I couldn't do that to you."
"I insist, really."
"But-"
"I insist."
He pauses...he looks wanting to "fight" you on this again, but realises how insistent you are, and gives in.
"Okay i'll take the bed." which makes you happy, and with a smile, you bring him to your room. Leon, who turns back to look at you, looks like he wants to say more than thank you, but holds his tongue like he always does.
"Thank you again (y/n), really."
With a nod, the way your eyes soften, you answer;
"You're welcome Leon..."
The two you stare at eachother for a few more moments, before you nod and turn, shutting the door to head down to the lounge. Leon's eyes remain on the door for a moment or so more, before he lays down on your bed and lets out a soft sigh.
You on the other hand take the couch and lay down, looking up at the ceiling, thinking of Leon.
While Leon sleeps in your bed, and you sleep on the couch, neither of you can fall asleep straightaway. All you can think about is one-another, though, neither would ever admit that.
Having just dealt with some bugs, you manage to meet up with Leon and Luis once again. With a quick turn to face Leon...that's when your eyes fall on Luis...and you freeze.
No...no this can't be right. Why is Leon holding Luis's hand like he's...dead. Why is Leon crying, and why does Luis have his eyes closed. Why...why is there blood on his mouth, his head fallen to the side. He's sleeping yeah that's right, he's only sleeping.
"Leon...Luis is sleeping hey...", you let out a soft chuckle. "...he's tired, right?"
Leon turns his head in your direction, and you notice the amount of tears falling. The way he looks distraught, how there aren't any words coming out, and the way he's trying to compose himself from breaking down fully. Though noticing you there makes him stand up and run towards you, not wanting you to bear seeing your best friend's dead body anymore.
"Leon? What...why are you crying? He's only asleep."
"(y/n)..." he stutters, his lip quivering. No, he has to be strong, not only for himself but for you. He moves in front of you, hiding your face against his chest.
"Don't look-"
"Leon baby, look at what? At Luis sleeping?"
You try to look again, but he keeps hiding your face against his chest. This is cruel and you should have a chance to say goodbye but he knows he wouldn't be able to take you away from Luis's body. Having him take you away before more damage can be done, is what he has to do.
"I'm sorry (y/n)." and, before you can protest, he grabs your hand and pulls you away.
"What? No- Leon let me go-"
Leon ignores you, he grips your hand tight and pulls you out of there, while trying to hide you again. You're confused...you're confused as to why he's not letting you see Luis- attempting to yank your hand out of his, doesn't work.
"Leon let me go, let me go-"
"I can't do that-"
"Yes you can, let me go."
It rips his heart out to have to do this to you, but it's the only choice. You, on the other hand, start getting angry- you watch Luis, who doesn't move yet, because he's only asleep. Tears, however, start to fall down your own cheeks and you keep yanking your hand.
"Let me go!"
Desperate, so desperate it brings sobs out of you, you scream at Leon- you beg him to let you go because you need to go to Luis. You have to make sure he's alright, you have to hug him and see that beautiful smile of his. Hear his voice as he reassures you he's okay.
With every method you try to pull away, the desperation is apparent. Though with Leon's vice-like grip on your hand, it becomes useless. As much as that hurts, as angry as you are, there's no way to get to Luis.
Leon pulls you away, forcing you away, not even a goodbye or anything. Luis's body becoming smaller and smaller until you can no longer see him, and while you can't see Leon's face it's becoming increasingly harder for him to stay composed.
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The weeks following that day, pass by in a blur. There are bits and pieces that you remember, such as finding Ash and escaping the island. Everything in-between is a blur, as you're so out of it.
The home that once felt like a home, feels like just a building that one lives in. Once you get home, for the both of you, neither of you really speak or do anything together. The only thing you really do is comfort one-another although you feel numb while doing it, and Leon is still getting over everything too.
At first, you're in denial. You're pissed at Leon for not letting you go back to Luis, claiming that he was just asleep and he was okay. It started off as silent treatment with Leon ...which only lasted for a few hours, cause then you felt bad for treating him that way.
After that, you became how you are now. The feeling of losing your best friend on top of nearly losing Leon and Ashley, and going through all of that, took both a mental and physical toll on you, leaving you broken and numb.
The nights that usually were filled with laughter and smiles are replaced with coldness and hurt. The two of you are so broken and so hurt by everything, that the only comfort you find is in eachother, but, again, it's hard to comfort when you can't really focus on anything.
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It's one of those nights, you and Leon are up as usual. Leon makes his way into the kitchen and secretely slips some alcohol into his coffee, while watching you out of the corner of his eye.
You are on the couch staring at the tv droning on about something, it's hard to focus on what. Leon approaches, holding a cup of your favourite drink, and you give a quiet thanks; the beverage in your right hand, Leon sits down next to you.
As you stare at him, the dark circles under his eyes and the messiness of his hair is evident of those sleepless nights. Of the trauma and the effects that weigh mentally on him. Leon looks down at his cup, a soft sigh from his lips, then those blue eyes once full of life now a reflection of his mental health.
He wants to speak, to say anything, but all that comes out is an "I love you.".
You look at your partner...and cause of three words, that's what finally breaks you. A pain in your chest, one that feels like it's been ripped out hits you; the cup falls from your hand and it's almost like you can't breathe.
You think back to him, to Luis, and that's when you stare at Leon with a heartbreaking look. Leon looks at you, confused, and it's only when you let out a scream and start to break down on the couch does he realise.
"NO!"
Your voice rips through the silence, the pain in your voice. The pain on your face. Leon puts down his cup and hurries to you, his hands moving to rest on your arms, and when you look at him, you start to sob. The sob filling the emptiness of the house; Leon wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest.
Gripping onto Leon, you break down even more, screaming and sobbing into his chest, finally letting out the emotions that you had held in for months.
"He's gone! He's gone, my best friend is gone..."
Memories of Luis fill your mind, which hurts even more. Leon holds you tight against his chest letting you break down, and while he doesn't break down...yet, he stays there comforting you.
Letting you scream and cling to him like he's the only thing you have right now. He whispers reassuring words, and strokes your back, his heart breaking seeing you and feeling how you are right now.
He wishes to take your pain away, not wanting you to have to deal with this because you deserve to feel happiness.
Leon holds you, and when you fall asleep in his arms, he still doesn't move; he just looks down at you, and he sighs softly, before leaning back against the couch.
Leon will always leave his coat with you when he goes on missions.
Bit of a short one but still cute in my opinion :) also thanks for all the love on my stuff ya'll, as always, I love you all!!
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It's a fact that whenever Leon goes on missions, he'll leave his coat with you. This is what happens every time. He knows how much you miss him when he's away, and letting you have something that belongs to him a piece of him, is enough to ease both your nerves.
The first time this happened, it was a mission that kept him away for a few months. When he returned he found out how distraught you were and came up with the idea to leave his coat with you whenever he left. It smells like him, it's soft, and is a comfort on those nights you're not alone.
There are other pieces of clothing that you steal from Leon, like his shirts, but it's his coat that is more meaningful to you.
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You wake up to movement on the other side of the room. With a tired yawn you look over...and that's when a sad look replaces the tired one. Leon is packing up, he seems to be in a rush; his hair isn't brushed properly, and a stressed look is on his usually calm face.
A mission. Of course it's a mission. You glance over at the clock on the wall, and can make out that it's 4 in the morning which is earlier than he usually goes on missions. Leon hasn't noticed you yet but just because he's in a hurry doesn't mean he's forgotten about you, and he makes that clear when he turns to face you.
How his eyes soften and he walks over to you, kneeling down.
"I-"
"Have a mission....I know. How long is it..." and you're worried about the answer, but you just have to know. Leon pushes a hand through his blonde locks, his blue eyes down-casting to the bed. One hand moving to take one of yours, and he sighs.
"2 months... I know sweetheart, I know it's long but this mission it's....it's important. I wish I could stay with you, but if I don't go..."
"I know baby..." you squeeze his hand to reassure him. "...it's okay. I'll miss you heaps, but this is your job.Just please promise to call me whenever you can, I'll do the same..."
Leon presses a soft kiss to your lips, and despite it not being as long as they usually are, it still makes you melt. He presses a kiss to your temple, and then stands up.
"Always. Oh and..."
He grabs his coat and gives it you with a smile, to which you smile back despite how tired you're feeling. Leon finishes packing up his stuff and then rushes back over to you, pressing a goodbye kiss to your lips.
His eyes meet yours, he takes your hands for a moment and mutters "I love you." to which you reply "I love you too sweetheart." and oh how he wants to stay longer but he's already late.
He says I love you again before rushing out the door, leaving you alone in the room. Sad, yet still full of love for that man, you pull the coat to your chest and hold it; his smell already is comforting, and how soft it is brings a soft sigh to your lips.
The coat is like a hug from Leon himself. Laying on the bed once more you hug the coat to yourself more, soon drifting back into sleep.
-A few months later-
It's 4 am, the time that Leon had left 2 months to that day. You sleep peacefully not noticing how the door opens and Leon slips in so quietly not wanting to wake you up.
He places his gear down, his eyes darting over to his sleeping partner. Relief spreads through his body once more seeing you okay, and to top it all off seeing you asleep in his coat is a bonus.
"I love them so much..."
He heads into the shower and returns in different clothes; his hair wet and messy, his hands moving to push it back. Those same blue eyes go back to you, and he smiles unable to hide his happiness with seeing his love after 2 months.
Leon slips into bed next to you, one arm wrapping around you and pulling you close to him. With a quiet yawn he turns off the light, and falls asleep pretty quickly thanks to how tired he is, except this time he's not sleeping alone.
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The next mission after that was short, only a few weeks. An in-and-out op to kill a hive of b.o.w's, and he finished it with great success. As always though he let you keep his coat, and as always when he returned he would see you wearing it.
Everytime this happens, and everytime it's the same. Until one day he decided to gift it to you, and you couldn't stop the smile from growing, because finally you'd be able to wear his coat whenever. Able to keep his comfort with you whenever, even with Leon there.
Leon couldn't help the smile himself seeing how happy you are. He just kiss you on the lips and smiled once more, looking down at you with so much love and tenderness in his eyes, while you felt like you were falling for him all over again.
Leon trains you and teaches you to protect yourself
gif creds: @leon-jpg
Warnings: swearing, getting hurt.
Leon speaking is bold.
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"You're not standing correctly"
He paces the room; his eyes locked onto you. The blueness of his eyes seem to compliment the uniform he wears, his right hand gripping onto his knife.
"...you have to adjust your positioning because if you stand like that while fighting you'll be hurt."
Leon Kennedy is your teacher: the age gap between the two of you is quite noticeable yet that doesn't seem to bring any problems. He is nearing his 30's, while you're in your early 20's which reminds Leon of when he was also in his early 20's, training to be a cop.
He's also your boyfriend ; the two of you hit it off pretty much straightaway a few years back. During a conversation where you laid with your head on his lap, he decided to teach you how to defend yourself not wanting anything to happen to you.
Over the course of your training Leon has been very instructive, very thorough. He looks out for you as not only your boyfriend but also as your mentor, while also maintaining that sternness and sense of leadership that is needed. Though this is his first trainee be it his partner, he has been doing super well in training you.
The sweat runs down your forehead, as you adjust your positioning like he had suggested- well, told. "Nearly, but not quite." the 27 year old approaches, he tucks his knife away and comes up behind you; you feel your breathing still for a moment, which makes Leon smirk a little, and when he places his hands on your back, you blush a bit.
"Okay now..." he shifts your body, hands shifting to your arms to adjust them. His touch is electric, intimate, and your heart beat begins to pick up- "..and keep your positioning like this..."
He leans in, breath against your ear and he decides to tease you a bit by keeping his hands on your arms a moment longer. Then he lets you go and turns around to face you. "Okay now show me what I just demonstrated to you."- he watches, and when you do it, a smile appears.
"That's good!"- he pats you on the back and nods.
"...you're learning very quickly i'm impressed. Although i'm always impressed with you sweetheart." and god if you didn't melt into a puddle right then and there. He really knows how to get you even if it's a simple word, or simple teasing.
"Thanks love."
Leon tosses you a bottle of water and let's you take a break for ten minutes. He sits nearby drinking his own water, although during this silence you notice him stealing glances at you every-so-often. His eyes soften, and he can't help the smile that plays on his lips; even while sweaty and your clothes messy, you still look perfect.
"I'm proud of you sweetheart.", he takes a chug of his water, pushing some blonde locks out of his eyes.
"...you're not a d.s.o. agent, or had any prior experience, but you're still holding your own so well."
"Well I have the perfect teacher to thank for that..."
Leon's heart melts; he reaches his hand out and takes yours, giving it a quick squeeze. The agent rubs his thumb over your knuckles, his touch so gentle and soft, he's memorizing your hand with his own. Then he raises it to his lips and presses a quick kiss to it, getting caught up in the intimacy of this moment.
"You're welcome sweetheart."-
Leon lets out a soft sigh and hesitantly lets your hand go. He props his water up nearby and then stands, "You ready for more sweetheart?"- unable to hide the smile you follow suit, tossing the water bottle on top of your jacket on the floor. Then raising to your feet and resuming the previous position with a confident look, one that wasn't there before.
"Ready."
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"AGH!"
"Shit." he curses and rushes to you, trying to get you to uncover your face. "Sweetheart let me see your eye.", with a groan you take your hand away and show him; his eyes widen though he keeps his composure.
"You have a black eye, sit down and i'll go and get you an icepack.", and, so you do. You wait in pain for your partner to return, and once he does he kneels in front of you and presses the icepack to your eye gently.
"Hold this on your eye, it should help bring down the swelling."
What happened? When Leon had told you to attack, you managed to hit yourself in the eye hence the black eye. Now he kneels in front of you worry on his features, his right hand moving to take the one of yours not holding the icepack. Now he feels bad, and you try and reassure him but it doesn't really work.
"It was my own fault baby, not yours-"
"I still feel like it is."
"Well it's not, don't worry..."
Leon is hesitant, he isn't fully convinced though he drops that part of the subject...for the meantime. Instead deciding to caress your cheek and look into your eyes, wanting to be close to you and care for you.
"Well apart from the black eye, today was great. I can't wait for tomorrow."
"We should wait until your black eye is healed up before we continue."- his fingers trail to your chin, and then back to your cheek, his fingers tracing so delicately. "...but you're right today was great and like I always say, i'm so proud of you."
The two of you, sitting there in the training room of your house, sit in silence until you leave. The two of you shower, and then Leon carries you to the couch and sets up a movie [your favourite movie]. He makes up some popcorn and then lets you cuddle up to him on the couch.
As the movie plays, the pain from the blackeye seems to subside enough to not be annoying, and Leon keeps an arm wrapped around your waist. It's nice just being able to spend time together, after a long day of training, and as you look at Leon out of the corner of your eye, you can't help but smile.
You may deal with depression but at least you have John to help you get through it
[gif creds: @mortal-kombat-1]
Warnings: depression.
Here for you if you ever need to talk, you're not aloneā¤ļø
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John Carlton, better known as Johnny Cage, is your partner of four years. The two of you wed in your hometown, and have been going strong just as long. He may be famous, adored by many, but he's still the same man you married. The same man that took your heart, and has kept it ever since.
The two of you trust one-another with your lives, would do anything for one-another. The day you told him about your depression he became more protective, more loving than he already was. He had sat down with you taken your hand in his and gave you a loving speech about never leaving you; even if the thoughts would convince you otherwise.
People would be confused, however; you're married to the Johnny Cage, you have unlimited money at your expense, a lavish house and plenty of food to last a life time. Gifts and limo rides, all the best places you've visited, and everything you've ever needed, so why would there even be depression.
Well even with all of this and more that's how depression works. As hard as you try and get that same happiness from what you used to love on some, if not most days, those same things don't bring that same meaningfulness, same happiness.
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The sun slithers in through your half-opened blinds; with a soft groan you rub your eyes. They move overt to the alarm clock crooked on your side-table, and in large easy to read the numbers 10:00 am.
John, currently at work, had left a cute handwritten note on the side-table:
Hey sweets I had to get going and continue filming the movie and all that, but I left you some money for you to order in. I'll see you at home later on.
-lots of love, your movie-starā¤ļø
Your favourite perfume sprayed on the note brings a smile, even if it's small, to your face. You hold the note to your chest and sigh softly; he's always so considerate, so sympathetic and caring. He may have a big ego, even John admits to that, but that doesn't cloud the rest of his personality.
A quick glance at the clock 10:10. it feels so early despite it already being 10 in the morning. Though this isn't a rare occurrence and if there's anyone that knows that best, it's John; maybe that's why he left you money to order in, he had probably picked up your depressive mood recently. No words had to be exchanged, as John can read body language pretty well i.e. comes with being a movie star.
"I love you John..." the note still held to your chest.
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For the rest of the day you lounge around; John sends the occasional message checking up on you. He leaves pictures of himself at work too.
11:01: thinking of you sweets, I love you heapsā¤ļø
12:05: I just remembered this nice little italian joint when you're up for it i'd love to take you honey. Imagining you all dressed up is making me flustered ;) but you could wear a trashbag and still make me flustered anywayā¤ļø
2:05: Sorry for the late reply sweets had to re-take this scene more times than I could count, but Iāll be home soon. I know that youāre not really doing well so Iām gonna finish wrapping up and Iāll be home.
All these messages and more bring a purpose to your life, that he always brings. No matter how down you feel Johnny always knows how to make you a little better, be it with compliments, cuddles, kisses, etc; he's your light in the dark, truly.
You run a hand over your face, the depression seeming to kick in bad. It's almost as if your mood did a full 180 when you already woke up feeling bad.
You doze off a few times before John returns to you, your love returns.
[3:05 pm]
A familiar door opening followed by the sweet sound of your husbands voice brings you out of the book you're ready. Placing it down on the bed your feet carry you downstairs to John, and John lights up seeing his beloved.
"Come here honey..."- his arms outstretched to hug you. You close the gap and wrap your arms around him in a kind of needy way, to which John happily obliges by tightening his arms around you.
"I'm so happy to be home..."
"And i'm happy you're home baby."
John rubs your back, and then pulls out of the hug. His right hand moving underneath your chin to tilt it up towards him; his eyes have softened, they only focus on you and nothing else. He missed giving you attention and you missed receiving it even if he was only gone for the day.
"You're so perfect, I swear I fall more in love with everytime I see you."- a soft chuckle following, though that smile he wears doesn't falter. "...look at you making this movie-star melt."
You giggle and look down, and John laughs softly.
"God you're adorable..."- and he leans down and kisses your cheek. "...now time to go lay down sweets.ā without a second thought John scoops you up in his arms and carries you up to the room: he still has some movie makeup left on his face yet regardless he still looks perfect.
The thoughts make you wonder how he could even be with you, but your heart wins and you only melt more knowing he chose you.
John lays you down on the bed, adjusting the pillows and blanket. Then he crawls under the blanket and with one swift movement has wrapped you up in his arms once more, your head pressed against his chest.
He presses a soft kiss to your head and creates more room to be more comfortable while keeping you close; so close you can hear his heartbeat. It's calming.
"So...how have you been sweets? Im so sorry that youāre going through thisā¦itās bad, huh.ā you love how well he can read you. You sigh and start:
"Yeah I haven't been great John. My...depression has been bad, i've been trying to manage it but it only gets worse. I barely left the bed today I know I should have but I...I just couldn't..."
John's heart breaks even more, and he tightens his hold but not uncomfortably. "Oh honey I'm so sorry." and he presses another kiss to your head, it's so...sweet and so calming. "...I may not be going through what you're going through but that doesn't mean you're not, and I'm so sorry you have to deal with this shitty thing."
John sighs softly and closes his eyes. "...but like I always say i'm here for you no matter what and you know what? I'm gonna take a week off work to be here with you-"
"But John-"
"No buts." he hushes you softly. "...the movie can wait, your health and wellbeing is more important. Thatās why I wrapped up early to be here for you. So how about we spend the week just lounging around watching cheesy movies in our pajamas.ā
Oh you love this man.
"Really?"
He squeezes your hand and smiles, those pearly whites on display.
"Really sweetheart. God if the movie has to be stopped altogether I could care less, because you're my world sweets, and you mean more than some fake movie. So I'm gonna pamper you and show you all the love and attention sweetheart." and he pulls you closer and presses yet another kiss to your head. "...because you deserve it all, and more. My angel."
Shifting your body, you smile. You smile and press a kiss to his cheek which makes him blush a little, and then you put a hand on his cheek, and keep it there. The love in both of your eyes are so evident.
"I love you, so much."
You settle back into his arms and John keeps you close to his chest, to his heart. Your breathing evens out and you find yourself drifting off in his loving embrace; before that happens he whispers an I love you, then, you're out.
John looks down at you so lovingly, and he pulls the blankets up, resting his head on the pillow being careful not to wake you.
He takes another look at you, another "I love you." falling from his lips, then like you John is out. The two of you asleep in one-another's arms, almost like you're the only two people left in this world and nothing else matters.
In which Leon is annoyed he can't fix a light, and you reassure him he can't fix everything.
Comfort character <3
[Leon speaking is in bold]
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June 5th 2005
Sounds from the kitchen disrupts your sleep- after a soft groan of annoyance from your own lips, your eyes adjust to the harsh light. As per-usual you shuffle your body to the left, leaning into your boyfriends side except...where is he?
It's only now that you realise he's the reason for that afformentioned clanging, and your eyes soften. "Baby?" right hand coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes...there's no response. The only sort of response given is the string of curse words from his lips, though even then it's not directed at you.
Leon was supposed to be taking it easy- he promised to take a break and relax. After practically begging him to take some time off work, Leon hesitated at first. His mind changed when he saw the look of desperation in your eyes, the want for him to just be with you. He will never forget the way your voice broke, the tears threatening to spill, as you begged him.
He had taken you in his arms, held you. Right hand running through your hair, left tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. "I love you, you know that right?" the words so soft so...precious, they made you fall in love with him ten times more. "I know, and I love you too. I just...wish you would take time off for yourself- the agency can wait."
With his signature smile, the way he would tilt his head, Leon pressed a soft kiss to your head. He couldn't help it, you were his weak spot- and he didn't mind.
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"God what time is it." you mutter to yourself, your eyes flitting to the alarm clock. "7 am...Leon should be in bed with me." With a soft sigh you get out of bed and venture to the kitchen: Leon is on a ladder fixing a light, sweat running down the side of his head.
"Baby?"
Leon doesn't hear your voice, he's too preoccupied fixing the light. "Come on, damn it. How the hell is it so hard to fix this light. I'm an agent I've killed b.o.w.s, I should know how to fix a light."- Leon huffs, his messy blonde hair parted slightly.
"You can't do everything baby." taking a few steps to him you rest a hand on his back...and just like that, Leon finally notices you. His soft blues flick down to your (e/c) eyes, and the frustration instantly disappears, to be replaced with a softness.
"I look like a fool don't I. Your boyfriend can't even fix a light."- you grab his arm though it doesn't really help when he jumps down off the ladder, and as if his eyes couldn't soften anymore they do.
Leon then leans down slowly, intimately- and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, then he takes your hands in his. His hands, in question, are both calloused- yet gentle- he's always so gentle with you. Despite being the government agent that everyone sees him as, Leon is still that same rookie cop from racoon city.
"Baby it's no big deal.", right hand coming up to rest against his right cheek- Leon can swear his heart-rate picks up just from your touch. "...you save lives everyday, fixing one lightbulb isn't going to hurt."
"I know..."- Leon sighs "...but-"
"No buts Leon, it's just a light, we can call someone in." and you take those same calloused hands in yours, and give them a quick squeeze. "...and besides it's daytime so we don't need to use it right now anyway. Look I find it sweet how you want to fix it, but it's okay, really."'
Leon opens his mouth...but the words fall short. His eyes widen slightly, then the goofiest smile appears. He leans down, forehead pressing against yours; his heart is hammering in his chest, his skin is warm as opposed to the coldness of yours. He strokes your head, and sighs finally in defeat.
"Okay we'll call someone in. I still feel bad though..."
You take his hand and gently pull him towards the couch; he follows, and his signature smile appears once you're both seated. His hands press to your waist gently and he hoists you onto his lap; a slight blush paints your cheeks, your hands moving to rest on his chest.
"You look cute when you blush...well you look cute anyway sweetheart." and oh how that nickname brings you butterflies. Leon presses a soft kiss to your cheek, and then one to your other cheek:
"...my wonderful partner."
"My beautiful agent."- you reply with, head resting against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist keeping you there, and the two of you remain in that same spot just being with one-another.
Neither realise when sleep takes over and both fall asleep in eachother's arms.
[A few hours later]
"Leon..." you move to snuggle your face against Leon's chest...only to be met with emptiness. Confused as you had fallen asleep in his arms, your eyes open...
"Leon?"
Nothing, no answer, no note on the table with cute hearts, nothing. Rubbing the few hours of sleep clear you stand and search the house for the agent, footsteps through the house that only you preoccupy; the coat that once hung on the coat-rack, gone. His gear packed up and gone...with him.
A saddened sigh falls from your lips; the hands that once held his running over your face.
"Leon...damn it."
It was supposed to be his break, the two of you were supposed to be spending time together, he was supposed to be there holding you when you woke. Much like times in the past, they repeat, they leave you feeling lonely and to top it all off, he hadn't left a note like he had times before.
Sitting down on the floor of your living room, you drop your head and sigh. He means well, Leon never has ill intentions, but despite that you still can't help but feel an empty pit growing without him there. One day maybe you can both have peace and quiet a life, away from all the stress and danger.
Okay yāall hear me. HEAR ME OUT. I think Iām onto something.
Maybe not EVERY Mortal Kombat man like I donāt knowā¦IS DOMINANT OR HAS REALLY AGGRESSIVE KINKS??? Just a thought.
Okay fr tho this is just my opinion but like for example do yāall think Raiden is calling their s/o a slut? RAIDEN???????
Furthermore, just because Johnny has an eccentric personality does not mean man is into hardcore bdsm or is THAT rough during sex. Johnny is a ladies man which mean he does CATER TO WOMEN. (One things I can believe though is he may have a ādaddyā kink bc of his ego but like nothing going into the realm of wtf)
Let me also add Liu Kang. Yes, I believe that between him and Raiden (MK 1) he has the ability to be more dominant but at MOST heās like a soft Dom. Again-nothing extreme at all. Liu Kang is not degrading his partner. I refuse to believe that.
Donāt even get me started on Smoke. Smoke?! Again, I repeat-SMOKE?!?!!?
I donāt even think my man Bi-Han, yes Sub-Zero himself is into the hardcore stuff. Just because heās an asshole does not mean heās into all that. š
I mean itās your life so at the end of the day, write what you want but oh my god, I want to read good written smut. I cannot stand reading smut where itās like too much degrading, too much of the word ādaddyā, and too much of the kinky shit. Like can we start writing smut that happens between two people? Bc I feel like some of yāall have never actually had sex before. (Coming from someone that actually HAS)
Thatās my rant. In conclusion-I hate it here. Anyways go read my stuff.
A/N: Gotten back into MK after years and this man is such a comfort character for me I can't. Haven't played the story-mode so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, BUT I love him :)
Bold is Johnny speaking btw
Warnings: blood, injury
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A gasp falls from your lips: the crimson red blood dripping...dripping and blinking onto the book placed crookedly on your lap. A soft groan, your eyes following the blood dripping it's almost...hypnotic.
His voice is...distant, like something humming in the back of your mind. "(y/n)?" your name on his tongue so soft so quiet, like a buzzing? The blood...it continues to drip creating a patch on the book...and oh man you just got that book too.
Once again, he calls your name. No response to him, only your eyes trained on the cut on your finger, the blood continuing to drip. Although it's not until a sudden touch on your shoulder, finally brings you back to reality...then the pain sets in once more.
"AGH!-"
"Sweetheart."- you see him, he kneels in front of you. Those glasses pushed up, his eyes soft- beautiful- as they stare into yours. "...are you okay? I called your name a few times but you didn't answer.
"John..." the pain is so bad, you groan quietly. "...sorry I was...distracted. I-"
"You cut your finger! Here let me take a look."
He gently takes your right hand- he narrows hie eyes, focusing on the cut. He wouldn't say it out loud to not worry you, but the cut is worse than he thought: he glances at you for a moment before gently letting your hand go and bending to stand back up.
"I'll be back in a flash sweetheart."
John is a complicated person: he's a famous movie star, adored by many, he comes across as egotistical sometimes. To you, though, "johnny cage" is simply John carlton: the sweet caring man who would do anything for you. The man who compliments you daily, is there to wipe your tears and be your shoulder to cry on. Who still gets butterflies when you say "I love you.", and promises to love you until his dying day, cause damn it you're his world.
"Sweetheart..."
John kneels back down: his eyes soften once more. He gently takes your hand, one soft kiss on the back of it, one on the front. His right hand moving to tend to your cut and he's so gentle it's almost like you can't feel his touch at all.
"Hey John...?"
He almost doesn't hear your voice at first.
"Yeah sweets?"
"Thank you..."
His smile is so infectious that you can't help but smile; those perfect pearly whites...but there's a way that he smiles when he's only around you. Around others his smile is genuine, but around you there's a different way that he smiles.
Like he trusts you most cause he does, cause you're his world.
"You're welcome...oh and i'm done by the way."
I didn't even notice
He presses a soft kiss to your fingers, each one, and extends this to your other hand. Then he places a soft kiss to your cheek, then your forehead, and finally settles on your lips: his kiss is so pure so beautiful that no matter how many times it's happened, it still feels surreal.
"I love you sweetheart..."
"I love you more." and as John let's out a soft chuckle and pulls you into his chest, you're reminded time and time again that he's your home. The light of your life, and you would never change anything for the world.
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AHHH okay this is the first thing i've written in ages so i'm sorry if this is bad BUT johnny has my heart so <3
Hello Jessica. Iām Jessica, love your fics. Fricken love the angst. Itās what I am apparently known for by my followers. Canāt wait to read more of your stuff!!ššš
Hey!! Omg thank you so much ahhhh definitely gonna try and post soon, i've been lacking with that. and thank you again :)
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