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[sacredpyre]

🫶what does after care look like for them?

Giving: Being that she's used to being the caregiver, Alena is usually the first to ask her partner if they need anything. Asking if they're alright, offering them water or giving them space if that's what they need.

Receiving:For her, Intimate aftercare is almost more impactful than the act itself.Cuddling or lying together,Gentle conversation and reassurance. She likes to be held, or to shower together if clean up is a must. Though she's unsure how to ask for those things without coming across as clingy and pushing them away.

[ghrahm]

It's almost a decade later. Ashley's phone rings, a familiar number, on the other end Leon holds his phone to a speaker ready to press play. The chorus of Miley Cyrus' Wrecking Ball begins to blast into the mouthpiece.

Ashley didn't expect, anticipate a long-lasting communication. Hers was a chapter many skipped, save for the desperate few in need of a headline—and she was fine with that. Leon, Luis more than anyone deserved an existence without the reminder of what happened there, Ashley swept along into that dustpan of a disaster. So, when continued contact remained, it felt...

Reassuring in a selfish way. Without the pressure of hero weighing on Leon's head, they could talk like normal late twenties, early thirties did, complain about a bad movie, commentate on each other's bad choices, meet up for bad food. It was normal, and it was ridiculous, and it was good. It wasn't continual, it wasn't weekly, but Ashley knew well their statuses, and they knew hers.

Even post-office.

So, while a call wasn't expected, it wasn't too out of nowhere - no panic needed to ensue, no worries to be had. When Ashley picks up, she expects Luis to plead with her, to join his side against Leon's evil reign, for Leon to chew loudly into the phone, or for - not so rarely - a charged conversation regarding how... unfair it all was.

Somehow, she expects everything but Miley Cyrus.

French-tipped nails click in the background, steepling against her countertop. Her tea whistles.

"Is this your way of announcing you're changing my ringtone, Gag Queen?"

It's sweet, ultimately. Ashley's smile is unseen.

"That still ruled, by the way. Who would've thought your day would be saved by a twenty year old wielding a wrecking ball?"

Sure, their ways of saving each other are less theatrical now, but even with this one call--

They're still saving each other in their own ways.

"By the way, I need a new contact photo for you. Please, not another Facebook Dad selfie. I know you can pull off something other than... that. Ask Luis?"

[arrepentirse]

@leonkennedy9642 | X

Ignorance is a bliss. A rule that comes true over and over. While Leon lives through his personal hell of memories once more, Luis is sleeping soundly in his own pod, wrapped in his favourite blanket.

At least until he feels s small disturbance close-by and blinks away his sleep – though the very first moment he recognizes Leon, he startles.

“Le- your face?! Dios mio!”, Luis stares at all the blood. It… is it coming from Leon’s nose?

“What happened?!”

He is alarmed. Had Leon hurt himself? Is anything going on? A strange manoeuvre?! An attack?!

It is surprisingly fast with how Luis wiggles himself free and makes his way over to grab gauze and a cloth from Armando, quickly being in Leon’s face again.

Though he holds still and then just reaches out very carefully – to not hurt Leon more. Or startle him. Luis is painfully aware of Leon’s delicate state at times… and he really doesn’t want to provoke any more panic than the utter anxiety practically crawling out of the blond’s face.

“Leon…?”, he asks quietly, while carefully wiping over Leon’s mouth and then his nose, his grey eyes full of worry.

[ofrequiem]

❛   nurse .   Leon  gives  Grace  company  in  the  hospital .

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 / @leonkennedy9642

             “  w-why  am  i  the  one  in  the  hospital  bed  when  you  were  the  one  coughing  up  blood  not  that  long  ago  -  ”  grace  asked,  already  having  a  bad  time.

she  had  never  wanted  to  see  another  hospital  setting  in  her  life  after  their  misadventures  at  rhodes  hill  and  the  ark.  she  had  hoped  to  simply  miraculously  heal  on  her  own  and  never  have  to  worry  about  such  awful  places.  and  yet,  here  she  was.

and  yeah,  she  probably  needed  it.  her  sore  back  after  being  thrown  against  that  old  fashioned  radiator,  the  concussion  from  being  in  an  exploding  building,  the  puncture  wound  left  in  her  abdomen  by  victor  gideon's  weird  tentacle  arm…  she  was  a  mess.  but  she  still  wasn't  happy  and  wanted  to  leave  -  which  she  assumed  was  why  leon  was  staying  with  her.  something  about  a  flight  risk.

but  also  because  he  was  just  a  really  swell  guy,  and  that  made  it  hard  to  be  angry  with  him.

she  sighed.

“  t-thanks  for  sticking  with  me,  leon.  i  really  appreciate  it.  ”

[arrepentirse]

Leon doesn't know if he's at rock bottom yet. The moment he thinks he found it, something else happens and the floor opens up in another terrifying freefall. He barely survives what was a hit on him. He has the data pad in hand — his life is worth a mere ten thousand eddies.

Limping into the far flung Santo Domingo clinic, he has his doubts. It's more on the outskirts near the city limits than it is nestled where the veins of Night City pulse with more life. It's not near a megabuilding. Not tucked close to a NCART. Whoever this Ripperdoc is, he is far removed from the usual hustle.

“I don't have any money... not anymore, my accounts are all frozen, I have twenty eddies to my name.” It's a bold introduction. Bolder still, when Leon slides the data pad over. “Your insurance if I don't pay you back.” He's well fucking aware the man could kill him and cash in. Maybe that would be easier. At least he could rest then. “I just need you to change my fucking chip... no fixer is going to make deals with a cop. I'm not going back to that life, I... I need help.” He doesn't want any other care. He's bruised, busted up, blood seeping through a makeshift bandage made out of a discarded shirt he found in a box. Truly, he's scraping the bottom of the Night City barrel.

Twenty eddies was mighty fucking little for what this little pendejo asked for.

But… abuelo had instilled a certain belief in Luis. And that is what saves this man’s life. Luis’ eyes squint at the almost-ex-cop. Cop was a bad word. A warning, after all. Because Luis is sure he is still sought after. But also… this one looks like he couldn’t even put up a threat if he wanted to.

Red9’s safety clicked back on.

“Ah, I mean, twenty eddies won’t get you the luxury package… but let’s see what I can do… I’ll make it cheap for ya.”

It’s probably one of the last things the blond hears as Luis bows over him – and the world plunges into blackness.

When Leon wakes back up, he lies on a simple but clean ripperdoc bed. His systems are calm, albeit still a little frazzled from the former mistreatment. His bleeding wounds are all nicely bandaged and wrapped up. And his chip is wiped clean. A new identity.

Luis’ forte.

The ripperdoc sits crosslegged on a chair, engrossed in some tablet that shows him the data he had extracted from Leon.

“Leon Scott Kennedy, eh?”, Luis greets the waking man with a smirk.

“And you really were a cop… what was your job there, huh? Were you the honey pot?”

@leonkennedy9642

[griefkill]

Have you watched any good movies or shows recently?

munday : ask me anything / accepting

ironically enough, i don't really watch a lot of tv or make time for movies these days, unfortunately. my attention span has certainly gotten worse over the last year or so. i think the last well crafted show i sat through and watched in the past year that comes to mind is welcome to derry, actually.

[diedindulvey]

“I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.”

"When have I ever made anything weird, ever?" Ethan pads over to Leon to lean against him, nuzzling against him as he wraps his arms around the agent. "Don't answer that." He shouldn't be comforted by how Leon smells. That's making it weird.

He makes a very gentle effort to tug Leon along with him back towards the bed. Clean sheets sound like the perfect place for a nap. Ethan's no longer feeling like there's a miniature temperature-accurate model of the sun pulsing inside of him, but he's exhausted as if he's just finished an entire day of bullshit live-weapons training courses set up by the Connections. If the said training courses also involved shoving things up his ass, which is sore. But pleasantly sore, so there's no way the Connections could have been involved. He knows exactly what was involved and he's trying not to think about it if only because he doesn't want to end up with a very awkward boner. He wants to nap.

"We gotta talk." He huffs and kind of hates himself for not saying something smooth like 'come to bed'. ".....I'm not gonna freak out and run away if you've gotta arrest me or whatever. I get it. But I'm tired. I wanna nap first." He probably can't run away if he tried; Ethan is pretty sure he could sleep for so fucking long once he gets the chance. "Then, yeah, cuff me or whatever. Not in a sexy way." He hums, mouthing at Leon's jaw because he cannot help himself. "Maybe a little in a sexy way. If you want."

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

🍁 + coolest thing you brought back home from a mission.

“A new squad member.

Got sent on a mission, had a guy who had been caught up in the crossfire try to stab me thinking I was coming after him, came back to HQ a new recruit.”