#knight!leon

[larvamars]

unquestionable loyalty

[residentdeviant]

— 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑨 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑵 ✧

── .✦ summary

⟢ basically romeo and juliet but if it was the “never a frown/golden brown” trend if that makes sense… idk how else to summarize it lol

── .✦ story notes

⟢ re4r imagined while writing this but any blond leon works, prob renaissance era but im not good w history unless there was a doctor who episode focused around the event but even then im still not good with it yet was at least entertained by it for a while

── .✦ word count

⟢ 1.2k!

── .✦ tags / warnings

⟢ knight!leon, princess!reader, major character death, sensitive topics, it’s basically romeo and juliet if u catch my drift, lots of angst, hurt no comfort, sad romance, literally never a happy moment in this forsaken fic, i’ve never written a story that takes place centuries ago so logic/language is prolly off, prolly historically inaccurate but im just a fic writer, no use of y/n, second-person, ur fictional dad sucks, minor laufey reference (blink and you’ll miss it), the guy ur involuntarily engaged to doesn’t suck but he’s kinda just there, claire redfield is here tho!!!, no happy ending, beta read by one of my best friends at 2am while she was sleep deprived :( (thank u rj ily!!)

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⟢ “never a frown” yea i lied srry yall r gonna h8 me.. also the song is fye pls listen to golden brown but the slowed version trust.. unless ur my sister and u h8 it :<

“You look beautiful, Your Highness,” your red-haired lady-in-waiting says as she makes some tiny adjustments to your wedding gown. Ever the attentive one.

Your reflection stares back at you, the elegant gown almost mocking. Not even almost, fully mocking. This is never the life you would’ve chosen for yourself, and everyone who truly knew you understood that. Your father, of course, did not. So when the rivaling kingdom wanted to make amends and exchange essential goods, he had given you a role as his bargaining chip.

Quite the man he is.

“I don’t feel beautiful, Claire,” you reply, your voice awful quiet. It wasn’t because you cared if your father heard you, heavens no. It was because of the sobs that threatened to burst from your throat. They nearly silenced your voice, and your lady-in-waiting understood that immediately.

She wished she could help you — she truly did. But it was out of everyone’s hands now. Not even your mother could stop the cold, harsh actions of your stern father. He was set on this deal, and would not free you from it. Of course you were unwillingly thrown into the mix. He did anything he could to get rid of you. It made sense.

Claire runs around the castle, obtaining anything and everything she needs to prepare you for the ceremony. Meanwhile, you sit in your lonesome quarters, praying for this nightmare to end.

A knock at the door — rhythmic and freeing. You automatically knew who it was. You two had customized it as your own special code after all.

“Come in.” More so a plea than permission.

There he is, your literal knight in shining armor. He carefully shuts the door behind him and immediately comes to sit by your side. His eyes focus on your dress, the delicate fabric and perfect color matching you so well. Deep in his heart, he selfishly wished that he was the one you would be married to.

It wasn’t necessarily forbidden, depending on the circumstances, but the deal was done.

“I don’t want to do this, Leon,” you spoke between gentle sobs, not daring to look at him with such sadness in your eyes.

Still, he carefully lifted your face so your gazes would meet. He wanted to see the face of the woman he loved, even if she had tears staining her soft skin. He gently caressed your cheek, tucking away a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I know you don’t, my love. I wish there was something we could do. Believe me, I’ve tried everything. Your father refuses to shift his decision,” the blond spoke, the sadness in his heart making its way to his voice.

You leaned into his embrace, holding onto him for as long as you could before you would part forever.

Mere moments after, Claire knocks on the door, alerting you that it’s time for you to go. You glance at the door for a second, before meeting your sad lover’s gaze. Your final goodbye ends with a sorrowful kiss, filled with the words you both wished you could say.

You part, and as Leon quickly heads down the halls to his place in the ballroom to act as security for the night, you follow Claire to meet with your parents before the ceremony begins. A small chat with your mother, yet no words to your father. You silently wished to never speak with him again, which was incredibly reasonable, all things considered.

“You know this is your duty as a royal member of our kingdom,” the stern man states, tone cold and harsh as always.

“Is it truly my duty to be your bargaining chip for a deal that will last no longer than the next few years?” you snap back, hatred seething through your voice. Your mother places a hand on your shoulder, a quiet plead for you to stop this “madness”, but you gently shake her off.

“I will not have my daughter acting foolishly! The deal is done and that is enough!” he shouts, his voice echoing throughout the halls. There’s a moment of silence before he speaks again, yet in a soft yet harsh tone. “You will marry Prince Edmond, and if you refuse… I will have you tried for treason.”

“Does he truly feel that way?” You didn’t even need an answer. You already knew.

“Treason” is what got your mother to eventually break. “That is no way to treat your daughter. Especially on her involuntary wedding day. You may be King, but that gives you no right to treat people like filth. Protecting your daughter was one of your duties, and you’ve failed.”

Your mother makes her way to the ballroom with your father in tow, and you wait before eventually leaving the room. You want to cry, pray that things would change, but there’s nothing anyone except your father could do — and he’s far too stubborn to listen to you.

You choose to not have your father walk you down the aisle, and instead walk alone. You step upon a platform beside your husband-to-be, whom you’ve never met, but he seems to like you. However, that seems to be the only positive in all of this. A terrible father, a silent mother, an arranged marriage to a man you’ve never met and a quiet yet strong yearning for a man you can no longer be with.

As the minister reads through everything, Leon stands across the room, his sorrowful eyes watching you through his silver armor. You look at him through the corner of your eye, and you know you share whatever he’s feeling. “Modern day Romeo and Juliet” was what Claire had called you two, and in this moment, that nickname made more sense than ever.

You fought tears, but when you glanced at Leon once more, one slipped down your cheek. You felt foolish to believe that you had a future in which you could choose whom you loved, only for that dream to be broken at the hands of your cruel father.

The whole ceremony felt like agony, and when it came to the vows, the knight wanted to fall and shatter into pieces. With a heavy heart, he would whisper vows he would no longer get to say to you. He can almost see an alternate future, filled with sweetness, laughter and unending loyalty. But that precious dream was shattered as soon as he’d faintly heard you say, “I do.”

He wished so badly that it was him. He would provide for you. He would fight for you. He would give up life and limb for you. He would do whatever it took to protect you.

But that wasn’t his job anymore.

You belonged to someone else now, and there was nothing he could do to change that.

That night, Sir Leon had fulfilled his duties for the last time. He had stared at the portraits he had painted and drawn of you, admiring them for as long as he could before writing a letter addressed to you, and silencing his beating heart with his silver blade.

He died thinking you would be able to read his last words, but you never got the chance to. For in the quiet quarters of Prince Edmond’s room, you had given yourself a similar fate. A letter to your true love, and a dagger to the heart.

Maybe now you would get to be together in the afterlife.

[ethereallobotome]

dead dove slight nsfw- manipulation/ control and coercion sexually

Re9 Knight Leon x younger Princess who can’t be queen because her older sister is going to be, so she ends up wanting to run away with him, but he’s like no because he actually loves his job and she doesn’t like that because she wants him for herself. So she manipulates the situation where he has to serve her and makes sure any other women gets thrown in jail if they even look at him lmfao. She also makes him “teach” her about sex and intimacy by playing dumb even though she’s read about it in books and caught her maid having sex in her bedroom once.

Or like Re4 Leon or even RE2 Leon where the princess decides to have him as her personal guard and then uses her power to basically make him her sex slave over time but he’s super into it, someone costing him his reputation if they don’t keep it secret.

[madeinracconcity]

SWORD & CROWN

SUMMARY: Princess Claire Blodwen of the RedRiver Kingdom, the youngest daughter of King Conrad Blodwen, was betrothed to the prince of Thunderstorm Kingdom, Thalassios Thunderstorm. Although she never liked the idea, she had no other choice but to accept her fate.  But her fate is sealed by Sir Leon Seaward, a Knight who has as his only job to protect the well-being of the princess, at all costs. Fantasy. Royal. Romance.

Writer's Note: This is the first fic I've written in years, so please pardon my poor writing. This fanfic has multiple parts. You can check the other parts in the tags, for example, #swordcrown1 #swordcrown2, so on and so forth

BETROTHED

For centuries, the Blodwens ruled the RedRivers. A Kingdom known for its huge red rivers and red minerals.

Conrad Blodwen,father of the twins Chris and Claire, and husband to Conthessa, sits on the ruby throne after his older brother died and left no heirs. Claire knew that one day she would have to be betrothed for the sake of the Kingdom, and she was always against this.

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“You know, you just have to accept your fate, Claire.” Chris said, sitting on his wooden chair in their library.

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“ They cannot tell me who I should marry; that should be MY choice. They're forgetting that I am a person.” she slammed the book on the large table.

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“So what will you do? Run away?” he chuckles.

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“If I have to, I will,” she stares at her twin's eyes.

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“Not a very smart idea. That would be the worst thing you could do; they would find you and bring you back to the castle.”

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He was right, it is not easy to simply run away, no smallfolk would want to get involved in such matters.

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“Children, the supper is ready, your father awaits.”

As I left the library and headed to the dining room with Chris, I knew that something was happening. The Castle received new knights from the EmeraldStone Kingdom. I wonder what is happening.

As I sat, the king sat on his chair at the head of the table.

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“Great children, you have arrived. I have news to share. Sit.”

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''What kind of news, Father?'' Christopher says

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“Christopher, you have been promised to the princess of Emeraldstone.”

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Chris was surprised, but he knew that sooner or later it would happen, so he was not entirely unprepared.

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“Claire, you have been promised to the prince of Thunderstorm. “

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“What?! Why would you do that? I don't accept it,” she furrowed her eyebrows. How could her own father do this to her

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“You don't have to accept it; it is already done.” The King has already decided, nothing would change it, not even his own daughter.

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“ I will never marry such an individual.” The disgust was written all over her face

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Thalassios Thunderstorm, one of the most infamous individuals of the Thunderstorm Kingdom, is one of the most problematic princes that you have ever met.

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But one thing that your Kingdom needs is more power, and the Thunderstorm Kingdom was a great ally.

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He is your future husband and King.

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“He will never be either of those things, “ she said with a defiant tone.

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Claire barely touched her plate; her mind was racing more than ever. What should I do?

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Claire is the heir of the Blood Landing, a small town in the west of Red River. She indeed has a place to go, but it is way too obvious.

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She stands and leaves the table, runs towards her room, and locks herself in there. She needed to leave.

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I can't stay here any longer. I will not be tied up in marriage for the sake of the Kingdom. I can take care of it while with someone I love. I am not willing to marry someone for power or money.

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As midnight arrives, Claire paces through the castle. She arrives at the Knights' Training Room.

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Since Chris has been promised to the Emeraldstone princess, our Kingdom received many new knights, and she could only watch the Knights training.

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After what happened during the supper, Father will definitely put a knight to guard me.

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She decided to rest, not to make any decisions in a rush. She heads towards her bedroom and sleeps.

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On the morrow, her handmaid Rebecca awakens the princess, announcing that her father, the king, would like to introduce the new knights so we could familiarize ourselves with their names and faces.

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“You know, your majesty, there is this murmur going around the small folks.” Rebecca brushes Claire's hair gently

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“What murmurs, Rebecca? '' the princess was curious, she loved the gossip

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“I am sorry, your majesty, but the small folks believe that you're going to be the downfall of the Kingdom.”  Her face appears sad. How could small folks speak so badly to their princess?

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“Let them speak, Rebecca,” Claire responded.

Rumors are just that, rumors.”

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“Yes, your majesty.”

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After Claire had finished getting ready, she looked at the giant window; she could see the entire kingdom from there. She could only imagine what other terrible things they would say about her.

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Christopher and Claire arrived at the Throne Room, where King Conrad was sitting.

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“It is not good to keep your king waiting,”  says the king's hand.

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“I am sorry, Lord, I had some unfinished business to take care of.”

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“My children, these are  the new knights, they were given by EmeraldStone, to strengthen our castle and keep peace in our kingdom.”

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“Ser Carlos Montenegro will be responsible for escorting Christopher.”

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Montenegro was tall, strong, and had messy curls in his hair.

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“Ser Leon Seaward will be responsible for escorting Claire.”

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As my eyes met the Knight, my stomach filled with butterflies, a feeling that I had never felt before. Leon was tall and strong as well; he had straight, dirty blond hair swept to the side, and his eyes. He had the lightest blue eyes I had ever seen; it was like staring at the ocean on a summer day.

Leon bows in respect.

“Prince, Princess.”

He had this smile on his face when he said princess.

Chris whispers to Claire, “See, what you have done during the supper made us have babysitters.”

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*Shut up.”

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“They shall follow you everywhere and guard your bedroom.  The loyalty ceremony shall start.”

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“Ser Carlos Montenegro, you swear before your king to protect the prince and heir to the throne, Christopher Blodwen.”

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“I promise my king.” He bows

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“Ser Leon Seaward, you swear before your king to protect the princess and heir to the throne, Claire Blodwen.”

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“I promise my king. “ He bows

“If the promise of loyalty is broken, you will lose your life for treason. “

“Understood, your majesty. “

Both speak in unison.

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[obsessedwithtoomanythings]

You Save Me, I Save You

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: mentions of child removal for the safety of the child, the bad guy steals the reader as a baby in revenge, Leon is injured badly. Reader gets yelled at. No beta, we die like writers.

Word Count: 2.2K

A/N: This story is HEAVILY inspired by Rapunzel and Tangled but has no magic or things like that. It takes place around the same era though. I'm kind of obsessed with Knight Leon Kennedy lately, so here it is, probably the first of many stories with Sir Leon Kennedy.

Once upon a time… You know what, no. We’re not starting this story with that. We’re going to start it right.

Carman Parrish was a nasty woman. Or at least, she is now. When Carman was younger, about 20 years ago, she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She gave her a name to suit the beauty she believed her daughter would grow into. Shortly after the grueling task of labor, she went to the market to retrieve some food for herself. After all, with the death of her husband just two months prior, she had no one to care for her or her sweet child. Fearing a child crying would disturb the other market-goers, she left the child tucked snuggly into her crib made of fallen tree branches. She was only gone for a mere hour.

When Carman returned, the palace guards were inside, holding her sweet babe close to their chests, still swaddled in her pink blanket made of old cloth.

“Give me my daughter,” she cried, lunging for the man holding her precious child. He reeled back, cradling the innocent bundle. The guards were on her in moments, holding her in place as she cried out.

“Ma’am, with all due respect, we entered the home when we heard your daughter screaming. She sounded as if she was being tortured, and we were shocked when we found her alone in the home. She is being taken into the kingdom’s care, for you are clearly unfit to care for this small babe,” he spoke with such conviction as if he wasn’t ripping her whole world from her fingers.

“Please, she’s all I have left! Please don’t take my light!” Her words echoed through the empty home, the guards walking out, taking her light and happiness with them, swaddled in light pink blankets.

Years later, the Queen gave birth to a daughter as well. The whole kingdom rejoiced. All except for Carman Parrish. She seethed in anger. How can they be willing to remove her daughter from her care, yet rejoice when the wretched queen who stole her family away from her presents her sweet babe? Carman’s fury only grew, boiling and festering until one moment, a moment of temporary insanity, she found herself inside the castle, staring at the sweet sleeping child. ‘She is as lovely as my daughter,’ Carman thought to herself, before wrapping her arms around the child. Before carrying her out into the night. Before hiding her away in a cottage far away from the light of the kingdom, or even the outlying villages.

Before she found the tower, hiking up the stairs and finding nothing but a refuge for her and her new daughter.

“You are beautiful, my sweet child. And a child as beautiful as you deserves a beautiful name.” So she named her after her daughter who was stolen away in the night. She had found her new light.

ONE

The Girl Locked In The Tower

“Oh my child, I have returned!” Mother calls from the bottom of the long winding staircase.

“Mother!” I yelp, darting towards the door as it swings open. I throw myself into her embrace, cautious not to push her back down the stairs with the force of my body colliding with hers. “You’re back!”

She laughs lightly, her arms tight around my shoulders, her black locks tickling my nose.

“I’m back, my light. How are things coming along?” She asks as her eyes scan the walls along the main room.

“They are going well,” I say, shifting so she can walk into the room and allow her eyes to drift over the newly cleaned space.

“That looks new,” she says, pride laced in her tone at the new painting that decorates the wall. The greens and browns of the forest greet her, swirls of yellow mimicking sunlight breaking between the branches. “How on earth did you make it look so realistic, my dear?” She asks. I can tell she thinks, if only for a moment, that I modeled it after real life.

“There was a picture of the woods in one of the books you brought me. I thought it was beautiful.”

“Ah, well it looks lovely, darling.” A sigh accompanied by her shoulders dropping just enough for my eyes to notice. Relief. She sets her basket on the table, beginning to remove ingredients for what will inevitably be supper, and I find myself inching closer and closer, my mind swirling with thoughts of trees, oceans, towns, fields. I take a deep steadying breath.

“Mother?”

“Yes, my little light?” She responds as her arm moves swiftly with the knife, cutting the vegetables.

“Tomorrow is my birthday,” I say, innocently.

“I am aware. Did you give thought to what you wanted this year?”

“I did,” I mumble.

“Sweetheart, don’t be obtuse,” She says, turning on her heel to look at my frame as I practically shake out of fear. “Just tell me what it is, darling. I could never be upset with you.”

“I want to go outside,” I say with every ounce of my courage I have been building for days, weeks even. At her silence, I continue, gesturing to the paintings of landscapes that decorate the walls. “I want to see the woods from the books you’ve brought. I want to smell the salty sea air of the ocean. I want to-”

“Stop.” Her words halt my thoughts, eyes immediately finding hers only to find a fire raging in her green eyes.

“But mother-”

“I. Said. Stop.” Venom. That’s all there is left in each sound that leaves her lips. “How many times have I told you that you are not leaving this tower? The outside world is-”

“Dangerous. I know. But if you were with me, I’d be safe, right?” I ask, trying to find a glimmer of hope in her rejection. Unsuccessfully, I might add.

“No. You wouldn’t be. I can barely protect myself half the time, let alone both of us.”

“But-”

“How many times must I repeat myself?!” She shouts, knife coming down to lodge in the wood of the table with a loud splintering sound. I recoil, anxiety pulsing through my veins. She takes in my fear and sighs heavily. “My light, I cannot watch you be blown out like a candle. You are safe here.” I nod mutely, willing the tears not to spill from my eyes. She pulls me into a tight embrace. “I love you too much to let the world destroy you.”

“Yes, Mother,” I nod against her chest, feeling nothing but defeat. My shoulders sag in disappointment, in sadness.

“Why not go get washed up for supper?” She asks, pulling back to place her hands tenderly on my shoulders. She reaches for my chin, bringing my eyes up to hers. “Then I will give you the books I’ve brought you.”

Supper passes without a hiccup. I watch in dejection as mother walks out the door, clicking the lock into place before her boots echo down the stairs. Step, step, step, step until there is no more sound. Glancing out the window, I see her raise her arm in a wave. I return the gesture before beginning to prepare myself for bed.

Slipping out of the pale blue dress that barely reaches my shins, I move to my vanity, not admiring, but at the very least observing the form that looks back at me. Unmarred skin, delicate eyes, a nose. It’s hard to notice anything particularly enchanting about my own body, but mother speaks as if I am the most beautiful creature in the land, that that is the reason I can’t leave. ‘The monsters of the world would pick you apart piece by piece,’ she would say with a scowl. My undergarments cover my breasts, not that they are anything special. I once asked mother if she could bring me a book on the body, wanting to understand the reasons why I have the parts that I do, and how they work. She only scoffed, insisting that no one knows why we have the parts we do. Turning away from the mirror in distaste, I slip into my nightgown before brushing my hair gently away from my face. The silky strands run between my fingers easily, thankful for the washtub and sweet-smelling soap mother brings (from a land far away, she claims). Slipping under my covers, resting my head against the pillows as I glare up into the ceiling. The stars I painted there usually bring comfort, but not tonight. Tonight they only remind me of what I have yet to see. What I will never see. Finally allowing the tears to slip from my eyes, I turn, sobbing uncharacteristically loud into the pillows until they are damp with tears and my exhaustion overtakes me. I will never leave this tower.

Sir Leon Kennedy

The wind whipped through my hair, Ace carrying me through the trees easily, knowing we have done this song and dance multiple times before. The sound travels quickly as I lose sight of my men behind me, their voices crying out my name, but I refuse to stop. I’m too close to catching him now. The criminal known as Samael Doyle finally falls into view, his frame large, but entirely unable to outrun a beast such as Ace. Cutting him off in a clearing of trees, I leap from my black-haired steed, sword drawn.

“Samael Doyle, you are under arrest by the order of the palace law for thievery,” I say, a smirk forming across my lips. “Return your stolen goods, and I’ll think about going easy on you.”

“Sir Kennedy. How good to finally meet you,” he says, brown eyes shimmering with challenging intent. “Your reputation proceeds you, I see.” He mutters under his breath, flipping his blonde hair to the side to remove it from his vision.

“I would say thank you, but that means nothing, coming from a criminal like you.” His eyes still sparkle, a sly grin plastered to his features, as if he’s won. “Enough games Doyle. Give me the crown, and maybe I won’t end your life right here and now.”

“The orders are to bring me in, you wouldn’t want to drag me,” he smirks, although it quickly falls at my laughter.

“Actually, they don’t care if we bring you in dead or alive. But we will be bringing you in.” My sword is poised to strike, refusing to lose sight of him. Again.

“Well, unfortunately for you, Sir Kennedy, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Is that right?”

The sound of what I assume is a bow being released is the first thing I notice, before I feel a stabbing pain shoot through my left side and I drop to my knees in agony. My teeth are gritted tightly together, holding in a cry as I glance down and see the arrow lodged in my side. I look up as I hear Samael’s maniacal laughter at my pain as he walks up towards my crumbled frame, his fingers landing under my chin and yanking my face until he is staring into my eyes.

“You shouldn’t have split off so far from your men, Sir Kennedy,” he chuckles as he lets go, the weight of my body forcing me to crumble to the ground in a heap of messy limbs and bloodstained clothing. I can hear his footsteps retreating, my wobbly arms barely able to lift myself from the ground. I break into a sprint, or what I feel is a sprint, chasing the sounds of the woods being disturbed. It feels like hours of painful agony, my bloodstained hands leaving dirty smears on trees and the brush before I enter a clearing.

Is that a tower? I find myself wondering as I glance up at the structure in the dimming evening air. It must be where Doyle is hiding. The logic makes sense, but the entrance is concealed, so much so that even I can’t find it, especially in my hazy state. Guess the only way in is up. Climbing the outside of a tower while in my current state may not be the safest choice, but if Doyle is up there, I can return with reinforcements later on.

My fingers find purchase on the large stones that run along the whole base as I make my way, slowly but surely, up the sides. Finding myself almost slipping multiple times but refusing to give up, I pull myself up through the open window before I yell out.

“I know you’re in here Doyle!”

There is a sound of movement from up the small set of stairs, moving toward me and I grip my sword with shaky hands. Before I can find the source my vision blurs and I lose my balance, accidentally driving the sword into the wooden floor for stability.

“Who are you?” A woman’s voice asks, full of fear and terror. I think for a moment, and only a moment, I am in the wrong place. The room begins to spin painfully, and I can only make out a small figure dressed in a white gown before my vision goes dark, and I feel my body hit the ground.

[thequalityrunaway]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Cloud and Squall start bonding, Cloud's internally panicking that he's talking to his crush, and Xion cannot help but tease her poor Sorcerer.

[puddingspicy]

Crop of a WIP redraw of a doodle that got corrupted a while back. Even had a Dragon!Raihan counterpart! Don’t know if I can finish it, I feel intimidated lmao

[batsybat91]

My Google searches really do be so embarrassing. I'm researching for something that I am writing, and my Google searches are like:

"What is the origin of the surname Kennedy?"

"What is the origin of the surname Redfield?"

"How to write elegantly??"

"How to write?"

'What is the Hand's festival thing called in GoT?"

"How joust?"

"Different types of swords"

"Different types of armor"