#aeon angst

[nixxs-archivedx]

Continued from this Aeon Angsty story.

Permanent TW: Alcohol use, Anger outbursts, Violence, Anxiety, PTSD, death mentions, blood. Tags will also be labeled.

@dso-agent-kennedy || @beautifulxliex

It was the sight of red forming over Leon’s face that brought her back from deep inside her head. Dark gems shifted to her own hand, trembling streaks of red. Was the blood her own or his? Her hands shook, the shards of glass hardly registered, the sting dulled by the loud scream inside her head.

“Leon I..” She couldn’t form words, her composure long gone behind a frantic image of a woman who hadn’t seen the one person who she trusted in this world.

She stood now, actual tears forming in her eyes, streaking down her face.Proving that even waterproof mascara had its limits, why had she done that? Why did she react that way? The fact she had moments before was tracing the very scar that resided on his body because of her. Then she added to those scars.

Ada’s body didn’t feel like her own, a stranger in her own skin. She couldn’t explain why the glass had been used to hurt him. Her pulse could be heard in her ears, every damn best of her heart slamming into her eardrums like damned gunfire. It spread like a wildfire to her fingertips. She swallowed trying to erase the fact she could feel it clawing at her throat.

“I didn’t mean..” She managed to choke out her voice dripping in sorrow. How had she managed to hurt the one person she was supposed to fix, this mission was the one that mattered more than all the ones she succeeded in. She was failing, failing herself, failing Leon.

She couldn’t look at him, as she attempted to force the air back into her lungs. Every breath she took didn’t feel like enough air, swallowing her in a pool of regret and pain. She was drowning when she was meant to be the savior.

His words hit hard because she knew she did leave. She rushed out that door with every reason she could find. Just like she always left him, knowing how he felt. She rushed to leave so she could get distance from him when he was being reasonable. “I went to get my things.. I was going to make something easy on your stomach that wasn’t the takeout you seemed..” Why did she do that? Why run an excuse Ada?

What was she thinking? Even didn’t know, that terrified her of herself. For the first time, Ada Wong wasn’t in control of herself. Of her own actions or choices. She hadn’t realized she was so afraid of losing control. She closed her eyes, trying to regain everything.

The killing blow, Leon saying she was just like everyone else, the way he spiraled. She choked out a sob, followed with an ungraceful snort showing she was losing control herself. “No, I am here.. I am here to help you fight for yourself.. I just.” She stumbled over her words, Ada wasn’t the calm woman she normally was.

“Anger? I’m not some barbarian Leon.. it was.” She trailed off, was there any point in explaining it? Would he even hear her words with how far gone he was? She knew how he saw her, the woman who used him time and time again. The woman who had no heart. She couldn’t let him see exactly how broken she truly was behind the mask, behind the woman he knew. Yet, somehow she knew he already knew that. Right? The only explanation for why he clung to her all those years.

She parted her lips watching his frantic attempt to search the room, finding her own hand coming up flat palmed with blood dripping as if to make him keep distance. She could see the violence forming in his eyes. Her other hand cautiously moved to the knife strap on her thigh, not grabbing the knife but preparing for if he lashed out. If he came for her, she had a layer of defense. She wouldn’t hurt him, not again anyway.

“Leon, listen to me, I didn’t mean to. I just..there are things you don’t know. Don’t understand.” She attempted to explain, wait? What was she even going to tell him. Definitely not the real reason she had attacked him, when seconds before her touch had been almost intimate.

She took a step back as if she was afraid of him, Ada Wong never feared anyone. She had been the aggressor why the hell was she backing away with her blood covered hand up as if trying to make him back down.

Then her free hand’s fingers curled around the handle of the knife defenses high. Ada knew that much like herself he was a survivor, out of his mind with grief and depression. Not to mention how intoxicated he was, his judgment was gone. A slow deep breath came from the woman, but her eyes never left his movements.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you. That’s not what I, I don’t know what happened. I’m not angry.. I can’t tell you why.” More secrets in their extremely toxic on and off situationship that she made more complicated than it ever had to be. “Let’s just calm down.” Wrong words she closed her eyes knowing better, knowing he was intoxicated. Seemed neither of them was thinking straight right now.

Dividers by: @dividers-are-us

[dso-agent-kennedy]

Where is Ada I need the the next part to breath?????

@beautifulxliex

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

au where Leon loses his memories each time he dies but gets reincarnated and in each of his lives he always ends up falling for Ada again

while she’s like his lover guardian(semi immortal) or something and tries so hard to keep him alive but each time he dies and comes back she’s afraid he won’t remember her again

leon having another realization that it's her and that all his feelings for her are still there like 5 seconds before he gets a fatal injury and he dies again in her arms

they're cursed for some reason and ada realizes that the only reason why she can't break it is cause she needs to sacrifice herself and then she saves him in the last timeline but he also regains his memories and realizes that he'll have to live his life without her

(i oNE HUNDRED PERCENT am stealing these concepts from like a million other YA novels/media so yeah lmao. i'm not gatekeeping these ideas- most of them aren't that original anyways sjdkfbsjfksdfks)

also i just realized i wanna make it extra sad for whatever reason- ada was pregnant (or she was and had his baby and that's all that's life of her after she dies)

[nixxs-archivedx]

Leon had been quiet for the past couple of days; work had him dealing with some shit. Ada had pushed him to get his ass up and stay busy. That, of course, led to Leon doing something dumb again. He stepped out of the bedroom and tugged his hoodie sleeve down, hiding the Ace bandage and hand brace the DSO’s medical bay had given him. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice the sling he had tossed in the living room floor and if she did, she wouldn’t ask questions. Or maybe, he would appreciate her concern. Ah fuck. Leon did start to care how much he worried Ada.

She wasn’t certain if the sling left on the living room floor was an insult to her observation skills or a cry for her to notice. She had picked it up long before Leon had rose from bed, she still carried on with ensuring he was eating something and not just running on fumes. She had centered her world around his care, she wasn’t bothered if he liked it or not. “You’re getting sloppy.” Her words were harsh, they always were when they covered the hidden concern behind them like her own shield.

She hated that he was hurt, the wrapping around his arm. The fact he still needed to preform the tasks that hellish agency put him through. “If you don’t be more careful, then who will I have to look after?” She said her sharp tone shifting to a softer scale. “Is it broken?”

@dso-agent-kennedy

[nixxs-archivedx]

Ada should just leave @dso-agent-kennedy and let the man have his booze. What an annoying broad, I’m on his side.

I got you buddy.

“Annoying broad? Is that the best you have?” She crossed her arms under her breastline. “If you are so concerned about someone else’s drinking habits.. maybe you should try a new hobby.”

Sorry no can do. We wouldn’t have the angsty plot leaving 250 asks just about it, if she just walked away and said “you do you.” Don’t worry girl’s gonna suffer for it.

[nixxs-archivedx]

Continued from [x] and [x]

Permanent TW: Alcohol use, Anger outbursts, Violence, Anxiety, PTSD, death mentions, blood, PNES symptoms

@dso-agent-kennedy || @beautifulxliex

“Le..” She watched as the panic set in, was she a trigger? Was she the one causing this reaction? The way he pulled from her like she was some kind of monster. Her eyes didn’t soften in pity, no she knew he was dangerous and falling into the depths of his mind.

Instead she watched him like she watched a gun pointed right at her, with the same careful defense. She never rushed from a loaded gun, she wouldn’t rush from Leon. Not again, not after this was the result.

She watched him rush from the bathroom, the way his own physical body was starting to fail him. He was fracturing, the door she had asked him opened fully. Now before her was what was beyond the bullets and monsters. The man who lost his path and had nobody to hold onto, as the entire world latched onto him like pathetic leeches draining him of his life.

She hit the doorframe maintaining the distance between them, watching has his body succumbed to the frantic tremors rippling through him like an uncontrollable static. He was out of control, she felt her own chest fall heavy. Her breath trembled with heartache. Her hand came up to her cheek, the moisture her signature on the contract she forged in her own mind. He wouldn’t be able to stop this flood on his own, he needed a body. Pressure to soothe, this state of being only simply sealed the fate of that god forsaken agency.

When it came to Leon, Ada was beyond Lethal even if it was the side of her he didn’t know existed.

She took a step forward exiting the bathroom carefully. She wasn’t going to rush his space. “Leon.” His name came out of her mouth to alert him. Then came the thing that broke her most. The way her name came from his lips.

A plea begging for help, a plea begging her to save him. Coming from the one person who never begged or asked for anything of his own. The way he had to be sinking to reach for her. To reach for the woman who chose to stay when it was far too late. Ada could never forgive herself for all the games of her past, the way she let her own insecurities get in the way. The way her dedication to a job that would sell her down the creek prevented her from reaching out and offering him what he needed.

If he had someone, someone to hold his pieces together would he still be in this state? Would he still be this far gone? That gnawing rot she knew filled him like a venom spreading through his veins. She knew the pain all too well, this was the very part of her soul that seemed to leak into him. A pain she too easily swallowed as it consumed him. She hated the way looking at Leon was an image of her own soul inside.

She didn’t hesitate she moved before she could even think about moving, a dog coming when called. She knelt before him, not caring about space. Her eyes studied his, the rapid raise and fall of his bare chest. She could see the way his ribs protruded with every violent huff of his breath, scars hammering his flesh. Evidence of the world they lived in.

Gentle hands reach out a hand on ether side of his face making him look at her as her eyes moved up to meet his. “Leon look at me, look at me..” She pleaded tears pricking her eyes that showed the raw unfiltered concern for the man before her. “You’re not dead.. you’re right here with me.” Her voice shook as one hand dropped grabbing his wrist pulling it to her own chest. “Feel that, feel the beat of my heart.” The way it hammered with its own fear.

Then she guided his hand to his own chest, letting him feel his own frantic hammer. “That’s not a corpse, the rookie didn’t die. He just lost pieces of his soul that he can’t pick up.” Her hand moved back to cradle his face. Watching as the tremors just kept rolling through him. “Pieces that nobody bothered to see was missing, so he grew alone and walked this bitter.. heartless world that kept taking those pieces from him.”

It wasn’t working, his breathing wouldn’t level out her head bowed touching against his. Trying to give as many touch points as she could, trying to capture his focus on something that wasn’t his body failing him. Her tongue traced her bottom lip, parting them so her breath could mingle with his. Giving him something to match. “Feel my breath? Match my breathing.. breathe with me Leon… just please.” Her voice cracked.

When that didn’t work her moved one hand to his sternum with a firm press, it wasn’t gentle it was an attempt to shock his system to react. A desperate attempt to help him regain his autonomy. “You don’t get to vanish the moment I choose to stay at your side, that’s not applicable.” She commanded struggling to keep her own self present. This wasn’t the worst of the days to come, she knew it this was just the start.

Nothing she did would work, nothing would calm him. For the first time in her life Ada Wong didn’t know how to eliminate the threat. Then she did the unthinkable, the unexpected especially coming from her in a moment like this.

Her lips crashed hard against his own, the kiss wasn’t indulgent in any way. It wasn’t like the one shared in Raccoon City, nor did it carry the heat of the moment shared between Spain and Europe. It was direct, unremarkable, not soft. It was interruptive, a point of contact to give his system a hard reset.

Her hand remained against his chest, tracking his heartbeat, counting the beats as her lips worked to distract. Every ounce of her body focused on getting him to reset. When the kiss broke, when she leaned back enough to search him for any change. “Stay.” The same request he had given her. “Breathe.” Because if he didn’t she would hold true to her promise, she would stay and repeat as long as it took. Ada refused to loose the one thing that made the world bearable to live in. Selfish as it seemed.

[nixxs-archivedx]

@dso-agent-kennedy

[Pull]

Do as you please

She had always trusted in the patterns of a situation, watching for the obvious. She usually was so observant mistakes where rare and far in between, especially mistakes that could cost her own life. People were always so predictable, yet she had learned to read when they weren’t. When there was a slight change in their stance, the flick of a wrist when they were about to attack.

Her mind wasn’t in the mission for the first time, she was distracted and acted recklessly. Her mind kept threading back to the small room. To Leon how she had taken this assignment and left him a note pinned to a fridge like a wife gone to the grocery store. Regret settled into her stomach, she promised she wouldn’t leave. Yet this assignment came with severe consequences if she had not taken it. She had no choice.

She would simply just have to clean up the mess when she returned back, she did tell him after all. Distractions were expensive for her, this one costed her breath leaving her lungs as her body found sideways, shoulder getting skinned against the sidewalk. Her pistol skidded somewhere with the smoke still rising from the barrel.

The giant male before her closed the distance before she could recover, tossing her around like some ragdoll. This, this was what distractions and attachments costed people. This was why she avoided them, her body was here and now while her mind was left behind wondering if any of the progress over the last few weeks remained in her absence.

A sharp pain hit her side heavily sending a deep crimson blooming over her dress. Then came the next throw, she went skidding lifelessly across the pavement barely able to keep her eyes open. She rolled onto her back her blood spilling onto the pavement. Just like that she accepted her fate, the irony that she would die over the very thing she spent years preaching about.

Her eyes watched the steel beam swaying above her, and in that moment her eyes closed and her chin raised in acceptance. Then came the pull, she felt a quick jolt that wasn’t gentle in any sense. Had the creature grabbed her again? Th steel beam fell so close the wind hit the two from the impact.

Her eyes opened slowly, was she upright? Maybe partly, her eyes shifted. Leon? What was he doing here, let alone holding her close enough that the blood from her wound was soaking his own shirt. Her hand moved patting his shoulder just to make sure he was real. Then as if he hadn’t just saved her ass. “You’re late.” She attempted with sarcasm however it came out more shaken as if relieved.

@dso-agent-kennedy

[nixxs-archivedx]

Been here since the cat meme and Leon giving you his stinky cat, just for you to be sneaky and move into his space!

I’m here for the long haul.

Absolutely appreciate your loyalty. @dso-agent-kennedy and I are having a blast with the story.

As for the cat 🤣😅 It came back full circle I guess. Lmfao.