#leonie hendricks

[lenfaz]

You’ve lit up my world, Leonie Hendricks, and much as my cynical little heart barely beats, you make it race. So, I will take us as fast or as slow as you want to because I don’t want some fairy tale garbage either. But don’t ever tell me that anything good I feel for you comes from guilt. Nothing good comes from that, and you are everything.

Leonie Hendricks: Demon PI

[sambethe]

A/N: For @lenfaz, who asked and who will willingly jump into many a quiet book fandom with me with joy and without question. From Deborah Wilde’s The Unlikeable Demon Hunter series. (Go read it! It’s super fun!) Set shortly after #2.5. Tagging @zengoalie in case you’re playing along with us in this tiny sandbox.

Summary: Five days, two continents, and one long ass plane flight later, Drio still can’t get Leo out of his head.

Words: ~1900 | Rated: M for total unmitigated, unapologetic phone sex smut

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You awake?

Drio stared at his phone, willing three dots to appear. He shouldn’t be doing this, texting her. Hell, he shouldn’t have saved her number, tucking it safely into the recesses of his phone right next to the address that he shouldn’t have saved either. It had been five days since she had walked up to him and that ala demon in the park and she was still in his head.

She shouldn’t be in his head.

But when he closed his eyes, he could still conjure up the taste of her on his lips and the beat of her pulse pounding beneath her skin. His fingers itched to grip her hips and dig into her thighs. He wanted to hear his name again in her crisp, bright accent.

Though he was staring right at it, the vibration of her incoming text still took him by surprise. That your way of asking if you can come over?

‘Magari,’ he thought, a smile ghosting over his lips. He wanted nothing more than to find her at her door again, dressed in little more than another band t-shirt and her underwear. He wondered how many matching sets of lingerie she owned and what it would feel like to press her up against that door with not even that scrap of lace and silk between them.

If only, bella, he typed out, hitting send before he could think better of it.

You could, you know. It’s quiet here and there’s plenty of room.

The picture that accompanied her words had Drio scraping his tongue off the floor. Leo seemed to be stretched out in a tub, her one hand and some strategically gathered aqua-tinged bath bubbles the only things keeping her tits from his view. He traced his eyes along the curve of what he could see, though, enjoying the long line of her cleavage and how she barely fit in the cup of her hand. He could remember the feel those same tits in his own hands, warm and soft as he kneaded them, and how she cried out each time he pinched the tips of them between his fingers.

It’s a long flight from Rome. That water will have long grown cold.

That’s too bad. Guess a girl will have to take matters into her own hands.

Please tell me that comes with its own set of photos.

Please, I’m a PI. It’s going to take a lot more than one session of eating me out to get me to send you nudes.

Drio grinned as the tension from the day’s hunt slipped from his shoulders. He leant back against the headboard of his bed, kicking out his legs in front of him. Not allowing himself the chance to list out all the reasons why he shouldn’t, why he promised himself he wouldn’t, he hit the dial icon next to Leo’s name at the top of the screen.

“What does one eating out session, as you say, earn me?” he asked when she picked up the phone.

Her answering laugh curled around his ear, its lightness settling around him in a way he didn’t care to consider too closely. “It probably depends on the skill of the provider.”

“Oh, bella, I think you’ve already learned how skilled I am.”

Leo hummed and he imaged the vibration it would make against his chest if he were slipped into that water behind her. He dragged his fingers up his thigh, pressing just hard enough for his nails bite into his skin beneath the wool of his slacks.  “Do you think you could touch yourself for me?” he asked, drawing the heel of his hand along the ridge of his half-mast erection. “I’d like if you told me what it is you do when no one’s there to do it for you.”

He could almost hear the slow smile that had to be forming on her lips, and he wished he could trace his thumb along the curve of it, putting just enough pressure as he swiped along her lower lip to open her mouth and push inside. He imagined her tongue circling the tip of his thumb, drawing him further inside as her smile widened, bright and teasing.   

“You want me to tell you all the ways I like to get myself off? How I use my fingers to slide along my wet skin? How I touch my clit? If I’m soft or rough with myself? Is that what you want?”

He groaned, soft and low and barely there. If he was with her in the tub, he’d nip along the shell of her ear, letting the sound of that groan vibrate against her sensitive skin. He wondered if she’d arch into him if he did, her breasts rising with her. She’d look magnificent - her full breasts on her slight frame wet and sleek, those deep red nipples tight and peaked from his fingers running in teasing circles over them. If he cupped her and pushed them up, it would make them appear even fuller. The sight of them spilling over his hands as he’d peer down over her shoulder was the stuff of his every teenage wet dream.   

“This a two way street, Drio?” she asked, pulling him back from his runaway thoughts. “Do I get to hear about how you like to touch your cock? Do you like to tease and draw things out?” She paused a beat. “Or are you the type of guy who goes straight for it, gripping yourself and tugging one out?”

Briefly pressing his hand against his erection, he closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the headboard. This woman was going to kill all his carefully crafted control. “Let’s focus on you. You still in that bath?”

“That’d put me up by two. Hardly seems fair.”

“I’m the one offering.” He idled his thumb along the head of his cock through his pants, being sure to keep them buttoned up and zipped tight. “How about I tell you how I’d be touching you if I were there now?”

He took her hum to be all the permission he needed, directing her to put the phone down on the tub’s edge and on speaker, leaving both her hands free to follow each of his directions. He had her spend time drawing her fingers along her neck and down her throat before moving down to those glorious tits he wished he could spend hours with. Asking her to imagine it was his tongue and his lips, he had her pinch and circle her nipples and sweep her fingers along the underside of each breast.

By the time he had her slip her fingers down between her thighs, her moans and sighs were becoming deeper and more drawn out. He could imagine each shiver that accompanied them, wishing she was tucked up against his chest so he could feel each one of unfold against him.

“Put your foot up on the edge of the tub,” he directed, absently opening his own pants and pulling his cock from his briefs. “I want you to open yourself for me as you touch yourself. Dimmi, how wet are you?”

“Fuck, Drio,” she moaned and he knew those smart fingers of hers would look beautiful as they slid through the swollen, pink folds of her pussy. He closed his eyes, remembering how soft she felt when he first touched her and the scent of her as he pressed his nose against those same folds before finally allowing himself to taste her.

He slicked his hand with the lube he had pulled from his bedside table, his cock pulsing as he wrapped his hand around himself and started moving with slow, even strokes.

“I want you circle a finger around your clit, but don’t touch it yet. First, I want you to tell me what you like best. Barely there caresses? Firm, drawn out circles? Pinches? Teeth?”

Her choked back cry brought a smirk to his lips and had him increasing the pace of his own movements, dragging his thumb across the head with each upward sweep. “You do like it rough.”

“Yes,” she breathed out, the hiss of her s drawn out for several long beats.

“Do it, then,” he directed. “Let me hear you as you come.”

For several minutes, the only sounds between the two of them were their own heavy breathes and the soft slap of water against the edge of the tub that came with each of Leo’s movements. When she once again cried out his name, he groaned in response, the pleasure that had been curling along his spine finally spilling over, his come spurting over his fingers and stomach. It took several more minutes for his breaths to even out, his shock at having allowed himself to get lost in the moment stealing his ability to focus on anything else.

“You still there?” Leo asked quietly, breaking the unsteady silence that had spread between them.

“I’m here.”

“You came too?”

Her words were barely more than a whisper, and he wished more than anything that he could see her face right now. He wanted reassurance that he hadn’t overstepped in breaking the rules he had laid out.    

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “Is that ok?”

Her answering laugh loosened the tension he hadn’t realized had crept back into his shoulders. “Idiot,” she muttered and he knew if he were there she’d be bumping his shoulder with hers. “Of course it is.”

Drio didn’t want to think too hard about how he was so sure of that, instead turning his attention back to her. “Send me another picture.”

It took a couple minutes and he could hear the rustle and splash of her getting out of the tub, but the picture that eventually came through was worth it. It was framed tightly on her face, her dark, red hair piled high on her head, a few damp tendrils clinging to her neck. Her shoulders were bare and he wondered if she was still naked, or if she had wrapped a towel around herself. But not even the thought of all that skin just out of frame caught his attention like expression on her face. One corner of her mouth was titled up in a soft smile and her brown eyes sparkled in the low light of her bathroom.

“Bellisima.”

She laughed, a soft quiet thing and he was reminded of the how her blush washed across her skin the other night. He knew it would be doing the same now.

“You coming back to Vancouver anytime soon?”

“Not sure. Depends on how long this assignment takes.”

She sighed and Drio couldn’t help but hear wistfulness in it. It should make him want to hang up, to break this tendril of a connection that seemed to be forming between them. He knew he shouldn’t be tempting fate by encouraging this, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Why? Miss me already?”

“Pfft. You promised me a game of strip poker that you never delivered on.”

He grinned. “I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me who interrupted that possibility.”

“You should send me photos.”

“I should?” he drawled, raising an eyebrow as he leaned into the phone.

“You should. I want to see Rome.”

“What do you want to see?”

“Everything.”

He knew she would be smiling again, and it made him smile in return. He didn’t do repeats, he reminded himself even as he agreed and wished her goodnight.

“Sogni d’oro, bella.”

“Have a good day, Drio.”

Porca madonna. He was so fucked.

[lenfaz]

Thorned Hearts, ch. 1 (1/?)

A/N: when you love two side characters so much that you basically start a fandom

Fandom: The Unlikeable Demon Hunter Pairing: Leonie Hendricks/Desiderio "Drio" Rossi Rating: M with hints of E Summary:  Well, when all goes down, you need a half-demon to save the day

Dedicated to the wonderful @sambethe​ who willingly jumps with me into all these ships (I will get you into Billy Winston too, I swear)

It shouldn't be a surprise that they'd found her. Leo hadn't gone too far, and it wasn't long before Nava showed up, a beaten-up leather bag on her shoulder, an ancient witch trapped inside of her and tears in her eyes.

So here they were, in their pity party of two with gin and chocolate waffles, commiserating over the lack of third-party administered orgasms and obstinate Rashas. It wasn’t good but at least it was safe until Ari had barged into her room with Kane in tow.

Kane's features were blank as if he'd been just treated with the news of her nature and he was still processing it. There was a mix of pity and apprehension in his eyes and it was just about what Leo could take at the moment. The Brotherhood was getting on her last nerve with their brainwashing, first almost costing her two of the people she cared the most about in the world, followed by the best sex - and probably something more - she’d ever had. She wasn’t about to add more people to the list that refused to talk to her because of who she was.

Lifting her chin up, she treated Ari and Kane with the glaciest stare she could find. Kane could turn into glittery salty poison for all she cared, she would suck it out of him and throw it back to his face before he could blink. Just because she chose not to exercise her demon powers much, it didn’t mean she didn’t have them or didn’t know how to use them. She might be only a PD for them, but there were in for a run of their money if they thought she couldn’t fight back like the best demons out there.

Schooling her features to show she wasn’t afraid of them, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Ari, I have enough with one Rasha wanting to kill me. Did you really have to alert another one about me?”

Ari looked chagrined, his head lowering as a long exhale left him. He lifted his head, meeting her eyes again in an apologetic stare. “I'm sorry, I had no choice. There were extenuating circumstances.”

“The sex better had been worth you spilling the beans,” she bit out, not really giving a fuck. She kicked herself internally as she saw Ari’s wince and Kane’s nervous shifting. She didn’t want to be this person, the one lashing out at her friends - or the people she thought they were friends - but she was tired, horny and had to leave her entire life behind when she’d walked out of Nava’s room.

Ari kept looking at her, and a silent apology went back and forth between them before he finally spoke again, his voice barely a whisper. “It wasn't like that. Malik found us… he's still fuming over this entire thing, determined to know where Lily is and he’s taking things up a notch.”

“Or two,” Kane added in a low voice. It was only then than Leo realized how close they were standing, Kane hovering protectively over Ari, his hand resting on his lower back and his body half shielding him. Ari was all but leaning into Kane, as if he was pulling the strength from him. Whatever had happened, had been bad enough to snap these two out of their bullshit phase and finally bring them together.

“What did exactly happen?”

“It doesn’t matter, not now,” Ari quickly brushed aside, running a hand through his hair as if he were trying to find the words.

“Just tell her,” Kane murmured, exhaustion making his voice thick.

Ari nodded before meeting her eyes again, his eyes so wide that Leo’s blood ran cold. “It's Drio.”

Just what she needed. The one demon hunter she was sure would kill her to show up in her life again. “Please tell me the fucker didn't torture this location out of you.”

Ari took a few steps towards her. “Malik set out a horde of demons against us.” He took her hand in his, his voice breaking. “Leo, he's been poisoned.”

All the air was sucked out of her lungs. It couldn’t be. Not like this…

Her vision blurred out and she swayed on the spot, almost crashing to the floor. Ari caught her, his arms propping her up and holding her against him.

“Look, I - we know things between the two of you are strained.” There was a snort from Kane behind them and Ari sighed. “Ok, I know things are fucked up between the two of you, but nothing I’ve tried has worked and he has little time left…”

Kane met her eyes, his hand clasping Ari’s shoulder. “What twinslay here wants to say, is that you, Obi Wan-Goblin, are our only hope.”

Drio was dying. Drio, the guy that had fucked her into oblivion, made her laugh, and brought her a hand painted scarf from Rome before he threatened to kill her the next time he saw her. Drio, the guy that couldn’t cope with whom she really was.

The Demon Hunter she’d all but gone and fall for was dying. And she was the only one that could help him.

She took a deep breath as she pulled away from Ari and quickly tossed a few things on her bag, reaching to grab the scarf she hadn’t had the heart to part with. “That shadow portal thing better work fast, Katz. Because we don’t have any time to lose. Where’s Nava?”

“She’s on her way to Rohan already.”

“Good. Now take me to Drio.”

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One thing was true, shadow portaling was an effective yet nauseating traveling method. Although Leo wasn’t sure if the nausea that was currently upsetting her stomach was the result of portaling or the Rasha protection wards she’d just trespassed thanks to Ari and Kane. She’d felt bad the last time she’d been here healing Nava, but this was ten times worse. But as she rushed into Drio’s room, she realized that part of the dread in her stomach had nothing to do with portals or wards.

It was the sight of him - lying on his bed, his olive skin dull and sickeningly pale, his blonde hair lusterless and his eyes closed as he squirmed in the bed - that made the bile rise to her mouth. Nava was next to him, holding his hand and trying very hard to do something with her magic. But Leo knew it was a futile attempt. She could feel it in her bones, in the deep part of her that she’d always tried to keep at bay.

Rohan was pacing back and forth at the edge of the room, and Leo turned her eyes to him. “How long it’s been?”

Rohan’s head snapped to her, his eyes red with lack of sleep and remorse. “Almost a day… we’ve tried every single trick in the book. But we are not able to identify the demon, so we can’t possibly know…” he trailed off, defeat in his voice.

All these Rashas, all these knowledge, and Drio was dying in a room that wasn’t even in his home city. Her eyes searched the place, the first time she’d been in his room. The tickets on the vanity caught her attention.

“Whitecaps tickets? What the fuck?”

“He was planning to take you. Before - before he found out - he wanted to do something nice for you.”

Nava’s words sliced through her and Leo fought back tears. A Whitecaps game that none of them got to see and yet the tickets were still there.

“Get out. All of you. I need time alone with him.”

“Leo, the wards-” Nava started but she caught her off.

“We can’t take him outside the wards, we’d be prey to all the demons that are out there looking to kill all of you. Just - leave me alone, I’ll be fine.”

“You will not.” That was Ari coming into the room, but one look from her and he was backtracking. “Leo, this is dangerous….”

“You brought me here, Ari, now get everyone out of this room and let me handle it.”

Kane stepped in, exchanging a quick look with Ari as he went to get Rohan while Ari went to Nava. “Come on, let’s give her some space.”

“Leo, you don’t have to -” Rohan started but Leo was no longer hearing him, her steps taking her to the edge of the bed, her fingers moving a hairlock from Drio’s forehead.

“Drio…” It was all she was able to do before a tear spilled down her cheek and she quickly dried it with the back of her hand. This was no time for tears, this was time for action.

There was a soft click on the door, but Leo barely registered as her hand caressed Drio’s arm and she started to assess the situation with her magic.

The poison was deeply rooted, taking his blood and flesh and refusing to let go without a fight. It felt thick, like tar that had solidified and was impossible to remove. She needed to heat it, melt the poison until it was a thick and viscous grime that she could start pulling out of him, little by little. The task was strenuous in the best conditions and here, within the Rasha walls pressing her chest like lead, it felt impossible to accomplish.

But she knew she had to try. Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss on his damp forehead. “Hang in there, caro. I’m on it.”

[lenfaz]

Thorned Hearts, ch 2 (2/?)

Fandom: The Unlikeable Demon Hunter Pairing: Leonie Hendricks/Desiderio “Drio” Rossi Rating: M with hints of E Summary:  Well, when all goes down, you need a half-demon to save the day

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Dedicated to the wonderful @sambethe who willingly jumps with me into all these ships (I will get you into Billy Winston too, I swear)

It was agony. Sheer and acute pain as she’d never felt before ran through her. The poison refused to let go, grappling on Drio’s blood and flesh. Everytime she was able to retreat it a couple of inches, it would gain back one. It was a draining task, made only worse by her diminished energy. Her head pounded and her arms felt heavy, but she would not yield. Not when his life was a stake. She would save him.

Then he could go back to hating her and ignoring her… lost to grief and rage. Determined to kill every single demon out there until another one succeeded in delivering a fatal blow and she’d lose him again.

And she would go back to be alone.

Pushing those grim thoughts out of her mind - she was seventy-percent sure they were the product of the wards fucking with her - she focused on retrieving the poison from him. Slowly, she could feel it climbing her arm, clawing into her skin, invading her own bloodstream. It was nothing but an annoying buzz, nothing but a mild sting. But the more she pulled it out of him, the more it grew into her, moving from an uncomfortable pinprick to a strong itch.

It had to be the wards… she had felt something similar when she healed Nava, but it hasn’t gotten as bad as how she was feeling now. Sweat trickled down her neck and she moved her head to the side, commanding her muscles to loosen up, tightening all her energy into one task and one task only.

Save Drio.

The more her wariness grew, the more he seemed to improve. His skin was starting to lose that sickening paleness it had, and his movement seemed to lose that jerky quality and become smooth, as if he were starting to wake up from a terrible nightmare.

His eyes opened, haze and confusion in them, focusing in her. He opened his mouth in an attempt to speak, but she couldn’t bear to hear his words

“I know I’m the last person you’d like to see by your bed, but I need to hold still. I’m almost done…”

His eyes searched her face. “You’re really here.”

Where else would I be?

He closed his eyes, a deep breath coming out of his dried lips, his arm twitching at the side as she slowly kept moving the poison out of his body, channeling into that arm and bringing it into her by their joined fingers. Could he feel that they were holding hands? That she was touching him? Did he react to her skin as she reacted to his?

He moved his head to the side, his eyes fluttering under his eyelids. “All this time I thought I was biding my time, killing as many demons I could until one finally took me out, and I’d be reunited with her.” His voice was hoarse, his face contorting in pain. “And I’d be finally free…”

Tears down her cheeks freely and she fought against the rackety sobs that were invading her. Each one of his words was like a stab to her guts, the pain as unbearable as the poison that now ran through her skin and she couldn’t seem to fight.

“Drio…”

His hand squeezed hers and he opened his eyes briefly. “But now I realize… I don’t want to die. Not now. Not when I finally met you.”

He seemed to lose all his energy and she rested her forehead to his, gathering the remaining of her magic and channeling it towards the poison.

“Drio, stay with me. Just a little longer, hang on just a little longer.”

The poison was finally out of him and a deafening ringing filled her ears. The magic from the wards assaulted her and she had no energy left to fight it… with the last shred of her, Leonie peeled away the black tar on her skin.

Her skin breathed again and she could feel the clean blood running through her veins. But she had nothing left… Fighting against the nausea, she lifted her head in time to see Drio opening his eyes and focused on her.

“Leonie?”

Her name on his lips was the last thing she heard before all became black.

[lenfaz]

Tagged by @justanotherwannabeclassic for the last line I’ve written. I’m going to give you two:

one is from the last one I’ve reviewed:

He briefly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and bringing warm memories back to him: Isobel’s voice singing him to sleep, Liam ruffling his hair as they walked to school, Brennan teaching him to play chess, Emma’s soft lips against the edge of his jaw, Henry’s soft smile and Mary Margaret’s comforting hug. His heart solidly fortified again, he opened his eyes and faced August.

and this is the one I’ve written last, from a fandom that currently has me and @sambethe as members and only one fic in existence:

The Demon Hunter she’d all but gone and fall for was dying. And she was the only one that could help him.

She took a deep breath as she pulled away from Ari and quickly tossed a few things on her bag, reaching to grab the scarf she hadn’t had the heart to part with. “That shadow portal thing better work fast, Katz. Because we don’t have any time to lose. Where’s Nava?”

“She’s on her way to Rohan already.”

“Good. Now take me to Drio.”

tagging @sambethe @initiala @mayquita @totheendoftheworldortime and @distant-rose