ex bf! sukuna who misses you so much but won't say it aloud. instead he keeps his hoodies that you always used to wear and refuses to get rid of your scent on it. instead he finds himself unconsciously picking up your favourite snacks at the supermarket and eating them even if he doesn't like the flavour but it's okay because they remind him of you
During their high stakes search for Ashley's whereabouts, Leon and Luis stumble across a... horse? How did that get there?
"So, how much are you getting paid for this?"
"What?"
"You know, saving the president's daughter from peril. Must be quite the fair bit, eh?" Luis mused from behind, though he did not rouse the blond who stomped ahead of him. "Do I get compensated for my efforts?"
Leon scoffed, hardly sounding amused by the idea. "Can't say. Only my name is on the papers."
"It was worth the shot." The spaniard shrugged, digging out his trusty lighter as he sped up his pace, catching up to be side by side with the agent. "You could at least swing me an all American vacation, no? Just the two of us on a roadside trip! Once we get out from here, that is."
Leon couldn't help but crack a small grin. "We'll see."
Suddenly, a loud cry sprang through their ears somewhere off in the distance. The two reached for their guns instinctively, letting the air settle around them to see if a hellish creature or a rogue ganado would spring forward. When nothing came, Leon peered to the other, who nodded, and began to take cautious steps to a bleak shed that must have housed the supposed creature.
Leon held out a hand, signaling for Luis to stop in his tracks not far off. The blond held tight to his firearm as he swayed the door open, cringing at its obnoxious creaks. Salazar couldn't afford some better, less alarming sounding doors and gates, could he? Might as well add a goddamn bell on every handle. When Leon entered the shed, no infected was in sight---though he did pick up some handfuls of herbs and a case of ammo.
"Oye, Leon!" Luis called from outside. "You'll want to see this."
Leon blew out a huff of air, only imagining what gruesome body or blood written message was to be before him. He jogged around the back of the shed, boots digging into the dirt when he came to a quick stop at what they'd found. A horse. It had been tied up to a janky post that was riddled with chipped yellow paint---(Leon mentally groaned at the color that was following him)---mindlessly nipping at grass that was barely there. "How the hell did this get here?"
"Perhaps the ganados take to riding in spare time?" Luis offered up, even if it made Leon scrunch his nose at the thought. "I'd say this has come in our favor! Beautiful one, you are." He approached the horse, gently running a hand up it's neck and wavy black mane. "This could save us from more walking. Quite a time saver, hm?"
"You serious?" Leon raised a brow. "You want us to ride that?"
"Ey, I'm only giving us options!" The spaniard raised his hands up in defense. "Four legs, or hooves---I should say, are faster than two, no? And what better way to rescue the princess than on a steed!"
"There was some gear in the shed. Whoever had this came prepared. We could..." Leon sighed, ignoring the other man's pleased smirk. "Fine. But if that thing throws you off, I'm not stopping to pick you up."
"Now, who said I was the one being thrown off? Have you ever ridden a horse, Sancho?"
"Have you?"
"Who am I to reveal all my secrets?" Luis clicked his tongue, watching as the blond rolled an eye and disappeared back into the shed.
There was in fact, horse gear scattered around. Not much, a bridal and a pad for them to sit on, but it was something. In all truth, Leon had never been on a single horse in his life; he was an agent, not a cowboy. Though, how difficult could it be? He drove a boat just fine, maybe a scuffed car here and there... so, how much different was a horse? Apparently a lot, he quickly realized.
"How the fuck is this supposed to go on?" He grumbled, fiddling around with the bridal while the horses jet black eyes bored emotionless into his.
"Give it here, come on." Luis snatched it from him, pushing Leon aside and somehow managing to put it successfully on the horses head. When he turned back to Leon, he chuckled at the blond's confusion and surprise. "This isn't my first rodeo, guapo."
"Yeah, yeah." Leon mumbled, untying the hastily made knot to the poll that hung around the horse's ankle. "So, who's driving this thing?"
"Not to be rude, but I feel I'd have better luck at not crashing us into a bad spot. Besides, you are a far better aim than me. You can watch the rear!" Luis clapped his hands together. "Ah, wait just a moment. We are missing an important piece!" He ran off into the shed, and came out with an old, dusty cowboy hat in toe. "You must look the part."
"I'm not wearing that."
"Oh, come on. Once Ashley is safe with us again, don't you think it will give her a good smile? Very rude of you to deny her a laugh after all she's been through, Sancho."
When he'd put it like that, Leon found it hard to say no to. In all honesty, if Ashley had been the one asking him to, he wouldn't question her, just to see her have a moment of fun. He grabbed the hat and sat it on his head, trying wholeheartedly to ignore Luis' stifled chuckles.
"Now we are proper vaqueros!" Luis beamed, steadying himself at the horses side and pulling himself up onto its back swiftly. The horse slightly jumped at the sudden weight, but didn't immediately take off---which reassured Leon, at least just a little. "Coming?"
"This is gonna be the death of me." Leon stepped up, taking the spaniard's hand and hoisting himself on the animal. Adjusting to the height and feel, swearing he was about to fall straight backward, his hands unknowingly latched around Luis' waist for support. Once he'd got his bearings, he felt the rumble of laughter along his chest.
"Comfortable already, I see." Luis gave a playful pat to Leon's hand.
"Just get this thing moving." Leon retracted his hold, though the minute they started walking he felt for purchase over Luis again, who thankfully left his strangely flirtatious comments to himself for once.
"How do you know how to do this, anyway?" Leon asked, breaking the eerie silence that had rested over them for the first few minutes.
"I used to ride as a boy. Not very much, but enough to get some know-how. And what of you, eh? Many missions of yours require horseback?"
"Not the ones I've been on. Never even seen one in person before."
"Well, how about we see what this pony can do?" Luis caught a glimpse of the blond's questioning stare from over his shoulder, causing his lips to curl to a smug smile. "Hold on tight. Let us rescue the Princess Dulcinea!"
"Luis---"
Before he knew it he was lurched backward as the horse picked up its speed following the spaniard's whistle. Leon's arm slinked around his waist holding tight, a soft laugh finally coming forward from him. He rested his chin on the other's shoulder. "What am I gonna do with you?"
"I have a few ideas myself, If you can manage the wait!" Luis declared.
