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[drabblesandimagines]

We haven't heard from you in a while, I hope you're doing well Ghost! ❤️

Hi, sweet anon! Thanks for checking in ❤️

I've been hella burnt out and depressed, but slowly getting there! I've just finished RE9 too, eeee.

Got myself a little RE4R Leon Slyvanian Family 🥰

And if anyone is also wondering, I do still plan on finishing Dove if anyone's still waiting!

[drabblesandimagines]

Happy birthday! Can I request some Vincent Valentine, perhaps a list or short of him slowly becoming more open to affection, little touches, more talkative etc. Thank you and have a good one!

Anon, I think I've gone waaay off ask with this, but I tried and this is where we've ended up. I dunno how best to describe this - head canons/weird short story bullet list? Anyway, please lemme know if you like it/hate it and thank you so much for your birthday wishes! xx

Fat Chocobo Vincent Valentine x female reader, fluffy nonsense as per

It would be a lie if you didn’t admit you were a little nervous at first in the company of the newest member of your party.

No-one could blame you either - the way the first meeting had ended with one Vincent Valentine in the basement of the Shinra Mansion…

He was silent, stoic and you could never quite tell what he was thinking, features obscured behind his red cowl, tight-lipped as the leathers he was clothed in.

He was, however, a gentleman with impeccable manners. If he was sat whenever you or Aerith, Tifa or Yuffie stood, he’d stand immediately, waiting for them to sit again or leave the room before he’d resumed a cross-legged position once more.

And always the first to offer a steadying hand when you’d hesitated at a jump or large step.

Not to mention all the times he’d darted in front of you, shielding you when a fiend attacked… even the times you weren’t on the front line and really in any danger.

Aerith and Tifa would share knowing looks – ones that caused you to roll your eyes and Yuffie stomp her foot at being “left out”.  

You’d had a nightmare, woken up heart pounding, in a cold sweat – being pursued by fiends, Shinra troops, Turks, Sephiroth - but managed to catch yourself before you screamed, clamping a hand over your mouth in fear of waking your companions in your shared room in the Haunted Hotel.

No wonder you were having bad dreams. You’d take numerous nights in the drafty rooms at Johnny’s Seaside Inn over this.

You’d got to your feet after an hour of trying to settle. Dawn wasn’t so far off now, you reasoned, sneaking past a snoring Yuffie and made it out to the hall.

At least the Golden Saucer was the place that never slept…

You decided to go watch the chocobo races, but soon found yourself at the souvenir stall, eyeing up a stuffed fat chocobo.

It would be nice to cuddle.

Entirely impractical in the lifestyle you now find yourselves in, though.

A cold weight on your shoulder causes you to jerk back in fright, nearly losing your footing when it moves to your waist instead, keeping you steady.

“Apologies.” Vincent has to raise his voice over the blaring music in the background. “I did not intend to startle you so – I called your name but I don’t think you heard.”

“Oh.” The pounding in your chest begins to settle. “No… I was miles away.”

“You cannot sleep?” His gauntlet leaves your waist.

“Something like that.” You clench your fists, unconsciously, in memory of the unpleasant dream. “How about you?”

“I do not sleep much.”

“Do you like the chocobo races?” Your eyes flit to the screens behind, another race about to begin.

He gives a half-hearted shrug. “I do not mind them. Perhaps one of the more tolerable activities to observe around here.”

“I was gonna sit and watch some… if you wanted to join?”

A curt nod follows as he steps aside, waiting for you to lead the way to one of the benches and the two of you sit in companionable silence. It’s nice – not having to make forced conversation, his presence feeling reassuring by your side.

“Happy birthday!” Aerith throws her arms around you in a hug as the two of you return to the hotel lobby an hour or so later. You swear you feel Vincent’s eyes burn on you at her comment.

“Where did you go?” The flower girl pulls back with a smile as she looks between you and Vincent. “I wanted to give you your present as soon as you woke up!”

“Wait, present?” You shake your head in disbelief. “You didn’t need to get me anything, it’s-”

“Uh-uh. Come on.” She grabs your hand and tugs you in the direction of the stairs. “The rest of the boys aren’t awake yet. Could you check on them, Vincent?”

“Hmph.”

Vincent watches as Aerith drags you up the stairs towards the elevator, the girl mercifully waiting for the doors to slide close before she assaulted you with questions.

“Were you two on a date? Did he take you out for your birthday?”

“What? No, Aerith! I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk and bumped into him.”

“Suuuure,” she nods, bouncing on her heels.

Everyone is too sweet – receiving a number of thoughtful and practical gifts, given your current situation.

Cloud gifts you a new booster pack of Queen’s Blood, mumbling something about how it’s a duplicate he had, but Yuffie loudly declares she saw him deliberately buy two at the Card Carnival in Costa del Sol, causing Barret to laugh heartedly and slap the ex-SOLDIER on the back.

You don’t see Vincent again until the evening, everyone bidding one another goodnight when he emerges from the shadows.

“Could you…?” He pauses to clear his throat, his eyes cast down. “I’d be grateful if you would wait a moment.”

“Erm… sure. Aerith, I’ll see you up there.

Aerith giggles as she heads off, waving at you over her shoulder.

Vincent pulls out a chair from one of nearby tables, gesturing for you to take a seat. You sit down and watch as the raven-haired man strides over to the reception desk in, soon talking to the concierge who pops down from the ceiling in his usual manner.

You drum your fingers on the table – a nervous habit.

Why would Vincent want you to wait?

He appears in your peripheral vision soon after – an odd shape tucked under his cloak.

“If you’d close your eyes.”

You do.

Something is placed in your lap.

Something… soft?

You open your eyes, finding one of the fat chocobo plushies.

“Happy birthday.”

 “You… you bought me this?”

“I was under the impression you wanted one – given how long you stared at it last night.”

“Vincent, I…” You stare up at him, a little in disbelief, clutching the soft toy to your chest. “Thank you. But how did you…? Wait, what game did you play?”

Vincent taps his nose, keeping his secrets. He offers you his hand, pulling you up to your feet. “Come – you need to sleep.”

You’re escorted up the stairs in the blink of an eye, the elevator door soon sliding open again.

“Thank you. Really.” You step in, expecting him to follow but he stays in place. “I don’t know what else to say.”

“It was my pleasure.” The corners of his eyes crinkle – you hope it means he’s smiling – one to match the dumb one on your own lips. “Sweet dreams.”

The elevator doors slide shut.

And, with the fat chocobo squished in your arms, smelling a little like Vincent from its brief time in his cloak, your dreams are certainly sweet.

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[drabblesandimagines]

Little One (wip)

Sephiroth x female reader (reader is President Shinra's daughter, no spoilers for Rebirth, just your average Sephiroth lore)

Some fic crumbs for @ironicsss from this drabble I'm expanding on:

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The tanoy crackled into action, looping a pre-recorded announcement. “Please remain seated. SOLDIERs will begin to disembark carriages one by one. You will be searched upon disembarkation. Please comply.”

You try to focus on your book - keep your head down low, don’t draw attention to yourself.

It’s hard, however, to ignore the building whispers from further down the carriage. You raise your head a little to see what the hubbub was about - a tall, long silver-haired man, his lean, muscular figure clad in leather, a thin long sword across his back.

General Sephiroth is stood at the end of the carriage, bright eyes scanning the occupants of the seats intently, looking for something… or someone.

You move your gaze back to the page, though the words are not going in at all, re-reading the same sentence over and over.

There was no way Sephiroth was looking for you.

Besides, he wouldn’t know who you were anyway...

..right?

Your heart begins to thud loudly, almost in sync to the now approaching footsteps. A shadow is cast over your page and, without a word, a gloved hand lightly grasps your chin and tilts your head up to meet his gaze.

The famed general towers over you and as your eyes meet, he releases his grip on your chin.

“Ms Shinra,” he greets, and goosebumps prickle across your skin.

You close your book over and nod, slightly. “General Sephiroth.”

“Come.” He offers his hand to help you from your seat. “The President is… concerned.”

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[drabblesandimagines]

could i request something with leon and a reader with lots and lots of energy? like i imagine reader jumping around the house for some reason and leon trying to keep up with that energy. that would be so cute idk 😩

Okay, I must apologise because I fear this went waaaay off topic, but I immediately thought of nervous energy and this fluffy bit came out. I hope you still enjoy it - please let me know!

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Leon Kennedy x female reader, established relationship

Leon smiles as you finally perch down on the edge of the sofa besides him, moving to slip his arm around your shoulders and pull you in for a cuddle – loves it when you nuzzle into his chest - only for you to get to your feet once more, walking over to the opposite sofa to straighten up the cushions.

You’ve had non-stop energy all day and, thinking back on it, he swears you’d even ate breakfast and lunch without sitting down once. It started with you being out of bed before him, usually an impossible task with his internal 6am alarm clock. He’d often left you tucked up in bed after a kiss on the forehead before he went for his morning run, knowing full well you still wouldn’t be awake on his return.

He’d be a liar though if he didn’t admit that he was still recovering from the Alcatraz incident – some of those bruises were still healing, making him groan like an old man sometimes if he’d sat in one position too long. More recently, and aided by a period of leave from the DSO, he’d been enjoying the lazier starts you were now getting to share, waking up only enough to nuzzle his face into your neck, a few soft kisses here and there, and spooning you into the mid-morning.

No such treat that morning, though. By the time he’d lugged himself down the stairs, you’d mopped the kitchen floor and been to the grocery store whilst it dried.

“What can I do, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, thanks. All under control.” You beam, multitasking up a storm in front of him. You poured him a cup of coffee from the machine and turned back to the stove where you were somehow already cooking him breakfast, a cake was baking away in the oven, all whilst mentioning something about how you were holding off on vacuuming until he was awake. He's a bit in awe at your energy levels today – though it was true he had a few years older than you, he didn’t think it was to this much of an extent. Next, you’d vacuumed all of the rooms, shaking your head at his offer to do them, thinking you were just being a little too particular on the way you liked them done, and when you washed the windows, dusted the surfaces, cleaned the bathroom… But as 5pm rolled closer, he finally realizes what it is, cursing himself internally.

“Sweetheart…” he trails off as you decide the cushion needs a little more fluffing up, now bashing it against your thighs into submission.

“Uh-huh?”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just, you know, finessing.” You place the cushion down, eyes scanning the rest of the living room. Did you miss that dust on the entertainment console? You were sure you’d ran that fluffy duster everywhere. It’s fine, there’s cloth dusters under the sink – maybe that would be better – and whilst you’re in the kitchen, you should definitely double-check the ice drawer again, just to make sure you definitely have enough ice…

As you head towards the kitchen, you stop a moment and adjust the bowl of tortilla chips by a fraction of an inch. It’s Leon’s birthday celebration, so you’ve laid out your best snack spread, including two huge bowls of homemade guacamole – a family recipe that has never not once been a hit when you’ve rolled it out – but now you’re not sure it’s enough.  It’s not Leon’s actual birthday either as he never wants a fuss, no balloons and definitely no banners – reminds him too much of his evening at the RPD HQ - but after Alcatraz, Chris, Jill, Claire, Rebecca and he had stayed in regular contact and somehow what was going to be beers at a bar had escalated into a little gathering at his to celebrate his birthday… and for them to meet you.

Leon has other ideas as you head towards the kitchen and your mind’s too focused to see him poised as you go to walk past. He grabs hold of your wrist and suddenly you find yourself on his lap after a firm and gentle tug, his other arm now wrapped tightly around your waist and keeping you in place.

“You’re nervous.”

“I’m not.” So what if your leg is bouncing up and down on the spot? He lets go of your wrist then, places his palm flat on your thigh and stills it.

 “Liar. You’ve been on the go since dawn – I’m tired just watching you.”

“Fine, maybe I’m a little nervous.” You relent – could never resist those blue eyes of his. “You’ve never invited friends round here before, let alone had a birthday party and I want everything to be perfect.”

He smiles – the one you know that precedes a corny line. “It is already perfect because you’re here.”

You roll your eyes.

“Seriously – they’ll like you, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You’ve heard of them from his stories – little snippets he’ll share from his work. They’re all so strong, and brave, and clever…

“Because I love you.”

You still go weak at that knees when he tells you those words – he sounds as sincere as the first time he said it. You lean forward then, kissing him deeply. His hand rubs up and down your back as you do, making all the anxious thoughts stop for a moment as you focus on him and his touch alone.

You pull back after a moment and take in his soft, lovestruck expression, placing a hand on his cheek.

 “I still think I should make another bowl of guacamole, though. Just in case.”

“You’ve already made two huge servings, sweetheart - we’re good.”

And, when Chris takes another heaving scoop of it atop his tortilla chip later that evening, it’s Leon’s turn to relent.

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[drabblesandimagines]

Since I'm reblogging my old Leon Kennedy Christmas fluff pieces, I'm kinda in a festive drabble mood...

Please throw me a Christmassy ask and I'll try and write some up ❤️🦌 They'll probs be pretty short as I don't think I can get my laptop repaired till after the new year so we are at the mercy of me typing on my phone xx

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[drabblesandimagines]

please come back and write for dove again I’m going insane LOL hope you are doing well!!! ❤️❤️

I'm sorry for how long it is taking! I do want to finish Dove, I think RE9 releasing next year will help a lot with the brainrot.

My laptop died the other day so I need to get it repaired, thankfully I was smart and had backed up the uncompleted next chapter of Dove on the cloud 😅

[drabblesandimagines]

Happy future birthday, dear Gostdog!!💖💖 Wish you good luck in all your endeavors and a lot of inspiration!!🤲♥️♥️

On the occasion of your event can I request Barnabas x reader, please?👉👈

Thank you! 💖 Always down for Barnabas, please enjoy whatever this has turned out to be xx Barnabas Tharmr x female reader Fluff, but a little bit spicy compared to my usual works

Hot, open-mouthed kisses upon your neck pull you from your slumber aboard the Einherjar. You’ve been rocked to sleep as the ship had cruised through the waves, skirting off the Storm Coast.

Barnabas often liked to take to the sea – whether he ended up setting foot on land or not. It was only recently that he’d began to take you with him, kept sequestered in his cabin if he was not onboard.

You blink up hazily at your beloved, straddling you between his muscular thighs. He tsks as he cups your face, stroking a thumb delicately over your cheek.

“Happy Name Day, my sweet.”

“It is not even dawn-” he cuts you off with a kiss, swallowing the rest of your sentence. Barnabas has never been a chaste kisser - reluctant to pull away until he has left your lips swollen with nips of his teeth – but there is something else on his mind as he pulls away with a smirk.

“I wish to give you your gift.”

“Now?”

“Now.” He leans back up, pulling you with him by a firm grip on your wrist. The blanket falls from your torso, revealing your nightgown. “However, it requires you to be dressed.”

Barnabas watched as you quickly changed – he is not one to be kept waiting, after all. Once deemed appropriate, he placed one palm on the small of your back and took your hand in his other – not before pressing a kiss to the pulse point – and led you out of the cabin and up towards the deck.

The moon is full, casting an ethereal glow across the boards of the ship. It is deserted – not a single soul in sight as he leads you towards the stern. You’re not sure if this is the norm, you’ve never been up this late or early before, but a lone figure emerges at the ship’s wheel.

Sleipnir, of course.

“My liege.” He bows at Barnabas and then turns to you, bowing again. “My lady.”

“You are dismissed for now.”

“As you wish, my king.” The Lord Commander steps back with a nod, swiftly heading back down the deck as instructed. Barnabas guides you forward until you’re stood directly in front of the ship’s wheel.

“Word reached me that you have been quite interested in the Einherjar as late, my treasure.” He drops his head to murmur in your ear. It was true – you’d been curious about how it felt to handle, if it was nimble as it felt despite the speed it traversed the waves. “So, for your gift, I am going to teach you how to control her.”

He deftly interlaces your fingers with his and raises your hands, directing you to grasp hold of two of the wheel’s spokes.

“But what if I…?” He squeezes your hands, cutting you off again.

“There is a reason I decided now was the time - I would not allow you to put yourself in any danger. Do you recall what I taught you about the position of the stars?”

You nod, looking up towards the sky. You are no means an expert, but Barnabas had spent a night with you in the crow’s nest – learning how to navigate somewhat by the sky above and some other less educational activities...

“Good. Which way to Castle Black?”

You bite your lip in thought, trying to situate yourself before nodding your head to the left.

“Very good.” He presses a kiss to your crown, releasing his hands from yours, leaving them alone on the spokes. “Now, turn, my sweet.”

You tug at the wheel, coaxing it to turn slightly.

Another dry chuckle. “This is the Einherjar – Waloed’s flagship – she can take a lot more than that.”

You spin the wheel with a little more umph, your heart pounding as she begins to maneuverer – as smooth as when you are permitted to ride your beloved black chocobo across the wilds of Ash and encourage her to take the turns as tight as she can.

“A natural – as I should have known.” He wraps his arms around your waist then, pressing you against his chest. “Is it as you imagined?”

“More so.” You exhale, feeling invigorated as you turn the wheel again after referencing the sky, determined to keep on course.

The time passes in companiable silence – you held in Barnabas’ arms as you continue to steer the great ship home, dawn breaking over the horizon and the dock appearing as a spec in the distance and you turn the wheel with gusto, trying to head straight towards it.

Barnabas’ hand suddenly grasps the back of your head, tilting it slightly to the left before warm lips press upon your neck, hungrily, teeth grazing at your skin, only pausing when he reaches the spot that makes you moan and you jerk the wheel in a direction you didn’t mean.

“Barnabas…”

He growls as he retreats. “I find you irresistible always, treasure, but there is something about you steering the Einherjar…”

Sleipnir appears suddenly behind – stealthy as always.

“My liege?”

“Rouse the crew.” You are torn from the wheel and spun round, swiftly flung over Barnabas’ shoulder before you can form a coherent sentence. “It is time for my lady’s other gift.”

You raise your head to see Sleipnir’s bowed as Barnabas begins the walk back to your cabin at pace. “As you wish, my king.”

The crew do not question why the Einherjar changes course.

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[drabblesandimagines]

Omg happy early birthday!! 🎈🎂 I hope your birthday week is phenomenal and you are able to spend it with all your loved ones! ❤️🩵🩷 Thank you for providing such wonderful writing with such good portrayals of many characters. You are without a doubt one of my favorite writers 🫶🏻💫

As for the ask, I'm thinking about a laid back breakfast in bed with Leon. Up to you though.

Again happy early birthday 🥳🎉

Thank you so much, sweet anon! And, eee, that's so sweet of you! I'm truly honoured that anyone my stuff, but to read that I'm one of your favourite writers is so mind-blowing!

Hope you enjoy x

Breakfast In Bed Leon Kennedy x female reader, fluff

You wake up, alone, to an annoying, repetitive and shrill beep, but it’s not your alarm clock…

You sit bolt upright with in realisation.

It's the smoke alarm.

You wrestle the covers that have become entwined between your legs as you slept and stumble out of bed in a panic, nearly face-planting into the door. You throw the door open to a whiff of acrid smoke, and hear Leon curse from the kitchen in between the beeps.

By the time you get to the kitchen, you find your boyfriend frantically whipping a tea towel back and forth at the smoke alarm, the windows now thrown wide open, and a smoldering frying pan of something in the sink.

The beeping finally ceases and Leon gives it one last whack of the tea towel as he sighs in relief. He runs a hand through his hair, places the other on his hip and turns - his eyes widen when he sees you stood there. You tilt your head inquisitively.

“What…!”

Before you can finish your question, Leon has stepped forward and thrown you over his shoulder. “Uh-uh, nope. The birthday girl gets breakfast in bed.”

“Leon!” You protest, unable to hold back a giggle as he strides back towards the bedroom and carefully drops you onto the mattress in a practiced motion.

“Mm-mm, it’s tradition.”  

“Is it tradition to burn down the apartment too?”

He rolls his eyes as he leans over you, caging you between his forearms. “Dunno what you’re talking about, sweetheart. Smoke alarm was due its monthly check.”

“Interesting timing.”

“Well, what greater gift on your birthday than to be safe in the knowledge that all the alarms are in working order? Now…” he tugs the blanket back up over your torso, unable to resist pressing a kiss to your lips – soft and slow, perfect for that time of the morning. Just as you were about to raise your hand to thread your fingers through his hair, he pulled back with a smirk.

“Now, I just need a little time to finish breakfast off, so if you could please just stay tucked up until I can bring you it in bed?”

You nod – you’d never been able to refuse him when he kissed you just so and especially then combined with those puppy dog blue-eyes.

“Good.” He smiles, giving you a kiss to the forehead before he retreats.

You dutifully wait in bed, scrolling through your phone, ignoring the fact that no further noise comes from the kitchen, but the apartment door definitely opens and closes 20 minutes later…

It isn’t much longer after that when Leon steps into the bedroom, a tray in hand. He places it carefully on your lap - a stack of chocolate chip pancakes, a glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee.

“Leon, this is so sweet." You beam, picking up a fork, ready to dig in.

They look suspiciously like your favourite order from the cafe down the street.

He has a sheepish smile on his face as he climbs into bed besides you, kissing your temple.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

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