Not but actually it is soooo important to me that turning the other human again does not change the amount of problems Noah and Devon have between them, like it fixes some but also just adds a bunch more in its place. Talking about Devon being the one to become Redfield here, because I think it makes more sense and is the more interesting scenario, but yeah, I do think Noah should feel a whole fucking lot if resentment towards Devon for sacrificing themselves. He kept it buried because he feels guilty for feeling so, but then Devon is back and Noah is faced with confronting them as a person, rather than the symbol he had turned them into (Jane parallels), and also his messy feelings resurface. He tries to keep a lid on it for a while but it becomes more and more apparent to him and he and Devon end up trying to kill each other with hammers
ik its probably a coincidence/reference that default ilitw mc's name is devon hunter, but i think itd be cute if somehow they were a descendant of dominic hunter.
dom and devon who are both witty and charming and also has so much game. (where devon can end up with 6/7 of their childhood friends plus connor).
dom and devon who can turn into powerful creatures that may act against their will (dom being mind-controlled by hex, redfield!devon losing their mind as a shadow creature). on the flip side, there's dom and devon doing everything they can to rescue their best friend and fighting against a dream version where they can be together (dom being tempted with a reality where kenna wasn't a princess or he wasn't a fire-user. alive!devon being tempted with a reality of noah + the rest of their friends being alive and happy)
dom and devon possibly ending up with their best friend from childhood (who they might've loved since they were 6) after long years of being torn apart, after so much loss and sacrifice, they can finally be in love together :')
For the kiss meme thing Noah x MC "in the snow" and "missing the other"
hi anon, happy holidays!! this took a bit but the prompt got away from me so asrfgjl hope you still like it! set sometime after ilw ch18 <3
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Screw snow. It's cold and damp and an overall a health hazard that has you slipping onto your ass more times than you'd like to admit.
But the pure wonder that shines bright in dark brown eyes, the awed curiosity lighting up Devon’s entire face, and the breath-taking grin stretching across his lips makes you think that it might not be so bad after all.
But then Devon runs out the door and into the damn blizzard.
"Hey! Be careful!" You're already taking after him, trying not to slip on the accursed icy terrain. "It might be too cold!"
"It's fine," Devon calls over his shoulder, breathless from effort or excitement, you couldn't tell. "Besides, I got your back up beanie to keep me warm." He pats the blue wool hat on his head, a stark contrast to lilac strands that begin to fade to black.
A sigh leaves your lips, a misty cloud that carries your fondness mingled with exasperation. This wasn't unlike the times you called after Jane and Devon all those years ago, warning them about the dangers of getting a cold... and resisting an "I told you so" at their red noses and smiling mouths when you finally caught up.
(It's as if the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.)
Devon's first time in the snow again, was both a familiar memory and a strange dream, realer than anything in the past few months. After eons of therapy and uncertainty and worry, the life slowly breathed into Devon -- and Devon breathed life in back. The more he trained his mind and body with Dan and Andy, the more he fell in love with the wonders of being again.
That didn't mean that he was invincible though.
Flakes of snow drift lazily around when you catch up to Devon, who had his arms outstretched as he caught snowflakes on his palms. When he sees you, his gaze softens but is no less round with awe. Devon holds out his hand, just as thrilled to see you as he is to see the snow.
No matter where or what he was, you were drawn to him like the moon pulled into the earth's orbit, an inexorable, relentless tug you always gave in to. So you take it and try not to burn up from the warmth of his palm pressed into your own, your fingers gently lace together.
Of course, that’s when Devon strikes. “Noah, are you blushing?”
“No, shut up,” comes out of you on impulse, the words devoid of any heat (since it's all flooding into your face, which is now turned away from his intent stare.)
The twinkling melody of Devon's laugh makes the embarrassment worth it.
You nearly startle when Devon's free hand cups your cheek, soft warmth stark against the biting winter chill. He turns your face towards him until you meet pools of rich brown, reflecting the swirling tangle of emotions pounding in your chest: reverence, devotion, adoration.
It's you, Devon says without words, the way you know how to read him. I choose you.
You don't remember who moves first; all you know is the way Devon smiles against your mouth, soft and sweet like sunshine staving away the coldest of winters. His thumb gently runs along your cheek, touch like a soft burn, and you fall fall fall into him just like you did when you were six, always chasing after him—but now he's waited for you, been waiting for you all this time.
You curse the very air you breathe, hating it for making you pull away from Devon but acknowledging the need all the same. For the space of several shared breaths, you simply hold Devon, marveling at how real he is under your touch.
“Happy holidays, Noah,” he says, voice as soft as the snowflakes that slowly fall all around you.
A genuine smile lifts your lips, a phenomenon that's become more frequent over the months. “Yeah, you too. Thanks for giving me a reason to actually be happy.”
“Damn, who knew you turned into such a sap over the years?”
“Hey!”
But Devon merely nuzzles your nose with his own, immediately quieting your awkward squawks of protest. “It's a compliment, you dork.”
“Well… as long as I'm the only one you’re complimenting.”
“Of course.” He leans in and seals the words with another kiss, a silent promise of choosing you again and again.
In the comfort of Devon's arms, you let yourself be truly and completely happy for the first time in a long while.
