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leon kennedy x f!reader, meet cute/meet ugly, fluff & humor, 1k words
A crazy man with a fringe in a black jacket stands in front of your car just as the green light beckons. You step on the brakes centimeters from him.
"What the fuck, dude?!"
"Miss, I'm sorry, but I need your car."
"Excuse me?"
He grabs on your arm hard, hard enough that you wonder if it'll break as he pulls you out of your door. And in pure spite, you open the door behind the driver's seat before he can pull away, barely making it into the backseat as he drives away. Leon almost stops the car entirely, but he doesn't have time. "What the hell are you doing in the car?"
"This is my car!"
Leon schools himself with a few deep breaths. In, out. "Look, miss. This is a federal emergency. I just need to borrow your car, and I need you to get out of the car." Leon swerves around the next car, running a red light. Definitely not cop behavior.
"Give me one good reason to believe you."
Leon aggressively pulls his badge off his belt and shows it to you.
You could almost roll your eyes. "Yeah, like I'm gonna believe that. You can get those at the Dollar Tree." You click open your phone.
"What are you doing?" He tries to glance back despite the fact that he should be focused on the road.
"I'm calling the police!"
"I'm the police!"
It's a half truth, he's a government agent, but he'll say whatever he needs to say to get you out of the car.
"Yeah, fucking right."
Leon grabs your phone out of your hand. "Leon Kennedy, DSO, badge number 0635. Disregard this call, I'm on comms with my handler who will get in touch, thanks." He ends the call, drops your phone into your lap and you barely catch it as it bounces with the next speed bump that he flies over. "Sherry!"
"Who the fuck is Sherry? Are you seeing things?"
Leon points aggressively to the earbud in his ear, but you're still looking at him like he's the crazy one.
"Watch out!" You point at the road in front of him, where Leon hits a guy square in the stomach with your car. Fuck, no way in hell insurance is going to cover that, let alone the police. Except the guy gets up, pale as a ghost, makes a groaning noise as he scrambles over your car.
"What the hell is that?!"
Leon doesn't listen to you, just pushes your head down so he can see behind and reverses back, before accelerating hard and running over the guy.
Fuck, okay. On the one hand, you just watched a guy commit murder right in front of you. On the other, it definitely was an act of self defense. That guy on the road was crazier than the guy in your car. In fact, you might even feel inclined to be a bit endeared by it. "Oh, dude. We gotta get out of here."
"You need to get out of the car."
"This is my car."
"You just saw that thing, didn't you?" Leon's hands tighten around the steering wheel. "Where I'm going, there's going to be way more of those."
"Look, I don't care that you're crazy. But I'm not leaving a clearly vulnerable person alone in this situation. You and I, we're getting out of this. You need to reverse the hell out of here."
He's not a— He wants to protest you again, except you're right, there's no way he's going to be able to slam your car through the hoard of monsters that's now making its way through the road. Okay, reversing sounds like a great idea, actually. This time, you duck so he can see behind him, only to find exactly what you find when you look back — they're coming through to you from there, too.
"We're surrounded." Leon exhales, deflated. He looks down to check on you, to reassure you, only to find you taking deep breaths.
"Okay. Okay." You grip your hands into little fists in your lap. "I need you to listen to me. How good of a shot are you?"
Why are you acting like — "I'm a great shot," Leon almost scoffs.
"I need you to open the glove compartment. I'm trusting you, do not shoot me. I have a gun in there you can use."
"I have a gun." He slides his jacket open and wow, he's got muscles for days — he has a gun slid right against his side.
"You have a gun??"
"I'm a federal agen- Were you listening to anything I just said?"
"You're serious about that?" You hear a crash to your left, and glance up from where you're crouched in the backseat to see a sickly-looking person slamming a bat into the glass of a shop. You flinch like you can already feel how you might be next. "Oh my god, please just get me my gun anyways."
"You don't need to use it. I can protect you." He does as you say anyway, metal cool in his hand as he passes it to you.
"Yeah? Like cops protect people of color in this country? I'll take my chances with my gun, thanks."
There's another crash, this time to the window of the parked car next to you as the alarm starts to blare, dragging the attention of the other monsters.
"Listen to me." Leon's voice is low, serious, laced with a kind of danger that makes your heartbeat louder than it should. "Stay close, stay quiet. We're going that way." He uses two fingers to point to the direction he was driving. "I know a place."
"Usually, men buy me dinner before they say that."
Leon looks at you, you look at him. He doesn't smile, but there's a ghost of a smile there, like amusement layered under impending doom.
"Wow, tough crowd," you sigh. "We're about to die, and you can't even pretend to laugh at my joke?"
"A safe house," Leon continues. "It hasn't been used for a while, but it should buy us some time."
"Fine, fine." You breathe, like you have a choice.
"Hey." Leon tilts your chin towards him, until you're looking right at him. "We're going to be okay. Just follow my lead, okay? Stay close." He flits his gaze down to your gun, then back at you. "And don't shoot me."
thank you for reading as always!!
OKAY how do we feel about turning this into a full fic / a part 2. and if it does get a part two you might see it again since i might have to reupload this part to put the full fic together so will you promise to read it again pretty please T^T okay love you!! i think it works as a standalone!!
warnings: all that apply to aftg. ( trauma, s*xual a*sault, violence, alcohol, drugs, etc. )
a/n: sorry it's been so long! hope ya'll didn't miss me too much (please tell me i was missed my ego needs it). just as a heads up, it's been a while since I've read aftg and the most recent book I read from Nora was the Sunshine Court so keep that in mind lol. I'm mainly referencing the main trilogy when writing. Kind and constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome!!
disclaimer: these prompts don't belong to me! i have long since lost the name of the person who made them, so if you know who did please let me know and i'll credit them!! a few letters/prompts are missing because i didn't feel like writing for them. :p
unedited and barely proof read
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
If it's some grand declaration of love you're looking for, you aren't going to find it with Andrew and Neil. Love doesn't mean jack shit to them, at least, the word doesn't. You're more likely to get a wayward "I hate you" or a key landing in your lap.
The closest you'll get to a confession is through actions. There is no official beginning to your relationship with them. It just fades into existence like it had always been there, no one will notice until it becomes overtly apparent.
A good marker for the start of something "serious" is when you start getting brought along to rooftop smoke sessions. Suddenly you're gifted a key ring, one belongs to Andrew's car and the other is for the house in Columbia. Wear it as a necklace and Andrew will tug on it to get your attention, drag your around, or pull you in for a kiss. Neil likes to fidget with the keys if they're hung on your neck as well.
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Already somewhat mentioned but I'll go into more details.
As mentioned a few years back in my other post, they aren't against it but they aren't particularly looking for it. A marriage between three people is illegal in a lot of states in the United States of America so that would be a massive hindrance. They'd much rather not deal with that whole song and dance.
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
Well, this is a fun thought experiment.
We all know that Andrew has a slew of nicknames for Neil. Including but not limited to: Junkie, Rabbit, and Pinocchio.
Neil doesn't really use nicknames for Andrew but one that does come up on occasion is Drew.
As for you, nicknames they would call you would really depend on your personality and experiences you've had with them. Andrew is more likely to bestow a nickname upon you, Neil is less likely to come up with anything creative and instead would just shorten your name or call you by your name.
Some ideas for what Andrew may call you: something based on a character or animal you resemble in personality or looks, or something mildly insulting. If you are annoyingly tall you may get the nickname of 'Moose', 'Giraffe', or 'Legs'. As for mildly insulting, he'd probably call you something along the lines of 'Freak' or 'Calamity'.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
If this is post the main trilogy, then it is obvious for everyone who'd been around for the Andrew and Neil relationship build up. For first years and strangers, it would be insanely difficult to tell that something has changed.
Obvious relationship markers are your sudden possession of new keys or Neil and Andrew orbiting around you.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Yes? No? It's complicated...
They don't intentionally partake in PDA, especially in public or around certain individuals. That's not to say they are ashamed to kiss eachother or you in front of others, it just usually depends on two variables, who's in their company and how desperate they are.
Neil, the little shit, finds great joy in making Kevin and Aaron uncomfortable. So, he will often initiate touching and kissing when their around unless that is a boundary for you. Andrew is pretty 50/50 when Neil does this, depends on his mood.
Andrew will drag you away if he wants to make out with you and others are around. It's not like he's hiding what he's about to do, he just doesn't want an audience.
If you're into PDA, you'll have to be cautious when it comes to these two, especially Andrew. Neil will happily fold into kisses or sprawl across you, regardless of who's watching. Andrew would not be okay with any surprise attacks, with him you'd have to wait for him to initiate or you'll need to ask.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
A headcanon I have is that Andrew did all of his own piercings... Let him pierce you.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
Romantic isn't a term that I'd assign to Neil or Andrew off the top of my head.
Romantic for them is sharing a cigarette, taking long drives together, and sharing moments. Romance for Andrew is allowing you a place in his life and his family. Romance for Neil is letting himself become an open wound for you to inspect and take care of.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Yes, they will help regardless but they are also honest if they believe the goal is unachievable.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
They love routine and they love spicing things up. At the core of it, routine is a comfort to both Andrew and Neil. With routine everyone knows what to expect. However, that's not to say they're against switching things up every once and a while. Just bring it up with them first, that was everyone knows what's going on and no one is taken off guard.
spicing things up in the bedroom is definitely on the table and appreciated/encouraged.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
Marks and body mods.
Both of them are biters, they will bite to leave a mark and they will not be repentent about it. Neil will be very pleased whenever he sees the marks his teeth have left behind. He also gives hickeys but compared to Andrew, he's surprisingly more of a biter.
Andrew leaves a ton of marks, bites, hickeys, bruises, you name it. His are in more of a sexual context compared to Neil but he also uses it as a way to stake his claim. He's not oblivious to how attractive his partners are, and he's not willing to share.
Both Andrew and Neil love if you have any piercings or tattoos.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
Neil loves to kiss and cuddle you, don't even play about taking this away from him. Loves to lay on top of you and just let all of his muscles untense. He's definitely a biter, he will bite you.
Andrew's affection is a lot more subtle but nonetheless meaningful. He'll wrap his pinkie around yours, have his leg touch yours while in bed, grab you by the back of your neck, and tug on you (hair, clothing, jewelry, etc.).
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
Andrew is the type of partner to have your location on his phone and updating him when you leave or arrive home. Let's say this AU takes place in the big 2026, Andrew is definitely tracking your location and Neil's. It updates him when Neil leaves the dorms/home, when he gets to the arena, those sort of things. For you, he may be a bit more lenient depending on your personality and how likely you are to wander/get into trouble. Neil isn't fond of the tracking, he realllllly hates it and he's resistant to compromise. If Neil lets Andrew remotely stalk him, and if you let Andrew remotely stalk you then that's what Andrew will check when he "misses" you.
For Neil, he'll probably call you or take a piece or pieces of your clothing. If he can fit into your hoodies he will take them, frequently. This could also manifest through him taking hair ties/headbands/bandanas, accessories like jewelry, shirts, this freak will take your socks and wear them.
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
... No- ABOSOLUTELY UNHINGED ABOUT WHAT THEY'LL DO FOR THE RELATIONSHIP!!!!
Andrew would kill someone for you or Neil, no second thought. Neil would kill someone for you or Andrew, no second thought. They will go to great lengths to make sure the relationship and you stay in tact. They'll go outside of their comfort zones, a little bit, to keep the relationship thriving. Andrew finds great satisfaction in scaring off other potential love interests.
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let me know, do you prefer 2nd person for these or third person?
meet cute with sae at an airport lounge that is really crowded and the only available spot to sit is across from him and you’ve been wondering why it seems people have been giving him a bit of a wide berth but it’s because he’s itoshi sae. he looks up from under his hat in surprise and also kind of annoyed when you ask to sit across from him but he allows it since you seem polite. keeping to your side of the table, not really talking to him.
it’s so fucking annoying that your phone keeps buzzing though, vibration against the glass table that’s making him have a headache even worse than he already is from the crowd. he’s pretty gruff when he tells you to shut that off. you’re all apologetic when you tell him it’s your ex-boyfriend, who’s clearly being really adamant.
“Just block him.”
“I already blocked him on everything, he’s using my friend’s account.”
“Block them too.”
You inhale deep, exhale. “I’m trying to be an adult and have a proper conversation, since he’s gone to these lengths.”
“And?”
“…He said that he could get a girl prettier and better than me any day, so I should be grateful he’s even here.”
Sae’s got an idea, one that he probably shouldn’t execute. God knows his manager is going to want to kill him, not that it matters. But it’s too hot and too overstimulating in this lounge right now, and having your phone finally stop would be a small blessing at this rate.
He takes his jacket off, pulling on his shirt until the top button loosens. “Take a picture with me.”
Huh? “What?”
“Take a picture with me, post it on your story, and then turn off your phone.”
You blink at him. God, how dense can you be? He almost wants to roll his eyes, instead he just sighs like you’re holding up a queue.
“Give me your phone.”
You oblige, which perhaps in hindsight later on, you might realize that couldve been a dangerous act if it was anyone else. Sae pulls your arm instead, until you’re close enough to feel his body warmth, and then takes your phone and snaps a picture.
You don’t even get to really look at it, he posts it himself and turns your phone off for you, drops it in his own bag.
Sukuna remembers your fight, your disdain, your contempt upon being here. You look at him like that even when he fucks you, even when he sweeps an orgasm out from under you, wretches it from your body no matter how unwilling you claim to be. It's cute, really. You grit your teeth at him even as slick drips down your thighs, never make peace with who you are now compared to who you want to be. He might even be able to respect it, holding onto your desires so tightly, never adapting to what the world has made you.
You're asleep now, though. And your face is awfully peaceful.
He taps your nose, and it twitches, the back of your hand reaching up unconsciously. Like a bunny, he thinks a little offhandedly. Sukuna set aside love a long time ago, finds the feeling unnecessary in his journey. But here with you, he feels… strangely endeared, perhaps. Like looking at a beautiful dish before you eat it, the visuals are appealing, make the meal all the more worth savoring.
You are sat with your legs folded under you at the utmost edge of his altar. Where they lay food offerings, pork buns and the best crops from the recent harvest, you too sit with them — like an item, a thing to be devoured.
Sukuna laughs when he sees your scornful look under his chin. "I have never seen a more unwilling offering."
He looks larger than life, two arms crossed in front of him, the other two resting easy on either side. But despite looks, he is still a man — this is what you tell yourself.
Your jaw clicks. "You razed my hometown."
He crouches down to meet your level, your neck craning up to his large stature. "And what's left of your hometown gifted you to me." There's a wicked grin over his face, more teeth than smile. "Which of us should you hate more?"
sukuna fucking you and another concubine at the same time — you, lying on top of her, watching her reaction, her face twisting in pleasure as you’re both sheathed by mirroring cocks. even you’re not sure if she’s really putting on an act or if it feels that good, your own choked gasps barely having the chance to leave your throat. her moans fill the air, experienced in taking him and yet pitched all the same, as he thrusts into you both.
“have you ever taken a man before?” he asks you, a gruff, low tone behind your ear. you don’t answer, can’t, with how his thick cock starts to slam into you a little harder.
“your answer doesn’t matter. I’m sure, now,” he can feel your fluttering cunt around him, wet and warm, your body wound so tight — you don’t know what to do with yourself. he brushes your hair over your shoulder, grips your waist a little tighter. “you’ve never taken one like this.”
He's amused enough to let you stay, or moreso that the estate he lives in is much too large for one person, even one as large as him. You could live in one of the outermost rooms for a century and never come across him again if you so wanted to. You think some of the other offerings he was given — girls, concubines, of varying degrees — must've done the same. That would explain how there's crops growing in the greenhouse furthest from his lodgings, or the garments in various sizes laid neatly in boxes.
"You're gonna stay here? How boring." A beautiful woman leans against the wooden doorframe, kimono almost entirely open, draped down over her shoulders to expose her cleavage. Smoke caresses her like a distant friend, a long-stemmed smoking pipe in her hand. "This is where girls go to die."
Your face pales. "He kills those who live here?"
The woman laughs. "No, silly girl. He barely notices those who live here. They just live out their days eating and staring at the walls and the sky until they die." She floats herself into the room, scans her eyes over the blank walls. "If you come live with us near the main house, there's books and ink. Sometimes he brings us out to the city. He'll buy you whatever you want, more if you're a little sweet about it."
“Hey, I’m here,” Oliver calls, the door to your apartment swinging shut behind him with a metal thud.
The kitchen’s dark, same as the living room. The blinds are shut, like usual, the faint glow of the streetlights below creeping through and coloring the ceiling with thin yellow lines.
He sets his bags on the table - one overnight, one takeout - and goes looking for you when you don’t come greet him.
Your door swings open when he knocks on it, and he steps into your room. His eyes have adjusted well enough to the dark to notice the small things - your laundry basket in the corner, the stray clothes scattered in and around it. Your bed, half-made, your cute plushies with embroidered smiles left under crumpled pillows and partly-folded blankets. The bathroom is lit, dimly - the night light you bought because “you hated the horrible overhead light” is on, covering the bathroom in soft pink and white stars.
He finds you curled in the bathtub, tucked into the far wall of it. You don’t look at him when he opens the door to your bathroom, nor when he comes closer and crouches down next to you.
His hand hovers gently above your back, though he doesn’t let it rest until you give him a quiet “Mm,” of permission. He rubs between your shoulder blades for a bit, before asking, “Need help?”
He feels more than sees the way you shrug, can practically hear the unsaid “Do what you want.”
He runs a thumb against your skin before going to roll up his sleeves. “It’ll be cold for a second.”
You nod your head once, uncurling yourself a bit, and by the way you tremble at the cold air, you must’ve been curled up for a while.
He doesn’t mention it, though, only turns the water on, set to a nicer temperature. The water begins to pool at the bottom of the tub, and when you stiffen when the cold water reaches your legs, Oliver reaches down and mixes it with the warmer water that’s running so it’s not as jarring.
“Turning the showerhead on now,” Oliver warns, and you nod again. He’s glad you have one of the detachable ones, so he can turn it against the wall for those few seconds of cold water before it catches up.
He guides the showerhead over your body, letting the warm water run over your back and letting out a quiet sigh of relief as you untense under the steady stream.
“Hair?” he asks, and you nod again, so he guides the water over your head. He runs his fingers over the nape of your neck and you shiver - Oliver huffs out a laugh, and even though your head is still down, he knows the exact look you’re giving him, an endearingly exaggerated frown.
“Head back, sweetheart,” he instructs next, and even he can hear the affection the words hold. There’s a small huff of your own, but you still listen, uncurling yourself to tilt your head back so he can see your face.
You’re still frowning, but it’s softened into a gentle pout, one that makes Oliver want to drop the showerhead and pull you close to kiss you senseless. Instead, he cups the back of your head and lets the water soak through.
He asks you to reposition occasionally, and you acquiesce each time, doing your best to help him as he lathers your body and rinses it once more. He offers an arm when you’re done, helping you clamber ungracefully out of the tub before beginning to pat you dry with a towel. You stay quiet during this process, and Oliver does his best to make the silence comfortable for you, asking questions easy to answer with a nod or shaking of the head.
When he asks, “Do you have clean pajamas?” he sees a familiar shaky inhale, and finally gives into the urge to pull you close. You try to pull away, a silent protest of “I’m still wet,” but he holds you all the tighter for it.
Your body is lit by pale stars when you finally start shaking, your chest heaving against him as you start to cry, wordless. Oliver feels an unnamed knot in his chest start to unravel as you weep against him, a sense of relief-sympathy-heartache. He holds you and he holds you and he holds you, and when you look at him still teary-eyed, he kisses you, slow and sweet as your lips tremble.
“S’okay, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your lips. “I’ve got extra clothes, and food for when you want it. It’s okay.”
A beat passes. Then two. And when you finally whisper back, “Okay,” Oliver’s heart settles next to yours.
you & a blue lock man helping to coach a toddler’s football team except you both keep referring to them as “our kids”. “did you lose our kids? because last I checked, there were six of them sitting here, and now there’s four.” / “maybe I should put trackers on them” “you’re gonna have to if you keep losing our kids.” / “I have to take a call. watch our kids.” / “our kids are all asleep.” “awh, they’re so sweet like this.” “they’ll be monsters again when they wake up.”
me thinking about how the stakes are so high for kaiser and that he might actually have to go home and get beaten to death if he loses a single goal growing up and how that must impact a child in development stages
so we can see that kaiser was only allowed to leave his abusive home under the condition that he was good at football, and he would have to go back if he got cut from the team. the support he received can therefore be seen as conditional, no matter how nice his teammates were trying to be
it is that serious for him actually football is literally his only livelihood. like in a very understandable way. playing this game and being good at it is the only thing keeping him out of abuse, out of the streets, fed and financially stable. it literally is his world
