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Hello! Can I request smth like reader hiding injury from Leon until it gets too obvious (for example reader just flops or it’s too visible to hide) of course if you don’t mind ❤️ I’m craving protective, worried boi
Just Like You
(RE9 Leon Kennedy x Wife!Reader)
Summary: You and your husband Leon spend a peaceful morning together in bed. You try to hide your injury after last night’s mission, but Leon figures out what’s wrong almost immediately. Before you know it, he’s patching you up, while scolding you for not telling him earlier.
A/N: Hey! 🥰 Thank you so much for this cute Request. I love worried/protective Leon, and I hope I could portray it the way you wanted hehe. Enjoy! So much Love, Shell xo
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of injuries, Leon is extra worried and husband material as usual
The light snoring from Leon behind you woke you up, pulling you out of your dreamless sleep. His lips were close to your ear, his breath brushing your skin every time he exhaled. You smiled when you felt his fingers mindlessly drawing lazy circles on your thigh. Even in his sleep he had the habit of caressing and touching you gently, always trying to find a way to be close to you.
You wouldn’t know it, but he was unquestionably one of the most touch-starved people you've ever met in your entire life.
The first few rays of morning sunshine shimmered through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm, comforting light. Combined with the weight of Leon's arms around you, it almost felt like you were wrapped into a tight weighted blanket. It felt like heaven. Well, almost, if it weren't for the pain that was coming from your ribs and your arms.
Blinking a few times, you tried gathering your thoughts and remembering the events from last night. You’d both returned from an operation together. It was supposed to be a routine mission. Everything went well until you were forced to flee out of an abandoned laboratory after your cover was blown.
On your way back to the car, you fell down the stairs and landed straight on your side, one hand cushioning the impact just slightly. Leon was immediately by your side, insisting on carrying you back to the car, but you told him you were fine.
All you wanted was to get back home, fall into your bed, and cuddle into your husband’s arms.
You’d told yourself you just needed a good round of sleep and everything would be okay the next day. Turned out, it indeed wasn't okay.
You winced when you felt Leon's arms engulf you into a tight embrace, pulling you tighter against him. Normally, you loved nothing more than to wake up in your husband’s arms and just relax into his touch. Right now, however, the pain overshadowed your quiet, intimate moment. His arm was pressing right into your injured side, making you almost jolt out of his grasp.
“Is everything okay, love?” He asked in his husky morning voice. His lips ghosted over your neck, pulling you tighter against his bare chest, before he planted a few gentle kisses just below the hairline on your neck. It was one of your few ticklish spots, and he knew that. Of course he did.
“Yeah. Just a little sore from the mission,” you mumbled. It wasn't a straight-up lie, still, it wasn't the full truth either.
“Hm,” he hummed, nuzzling deeper into your neck. “Are you sure?” he asked, trying to turn you gently on your back so you could look up at him. While doing so, you winced again. By now, every movement burned like fire, especially in your ribs. Maybe it was really more than just a few bruises.
He furrowed his brows, studying your face, while gently running his hand over your abdomen.
That was exactly what you’d tried to prevent. Him worrying again.
“Are you still hurting? From the fall yesterday?” he asked. The softness of his expression disappeared entirely and was replaced by a concerned look on his face. As much as you hated it when he got worried again, you had to admit, you loved how caring and protective he was to you. To you, he was the most perfect husband you could have wished for. As well as the best partner at work.
“Maybe a little bit,” you admitted, averting your gaze to look down at yourself. You were wearing one of your comfy pajamas, which was weird, because you were sure you were so tired that you simply passed out on the bed. The only thing you remember was taking a quick shower and throwing some underwear on before falling into the soft and warm sheets.
He followed your gaze and chuckled.
“You were too tired, so I helped you get dressed fully. Don’t you remember?” he asked, stroking your cheek.
“Not really." You smiled.
“You were basically freezing, and I wanted you to be comfortable and warm,” he explained, his hand still on your cheek. You almost melted at his words. How could one person be so utterly loving and caring?
“I really don’t remember anything,” you muttered. Maybe part of the reason was the painkillers you’d taken before bed, without him knowing, of course.
He carefully lifted your shirt, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin.
“Where does it hurt?” he asked softly, his voice still a little hoarse from sleep.
“Here.” You placed your hand on your side, right where the pain was coming from.
He sighed when he saw all the bruising, the blue color already forming on your skin.
“Could be a broken rib or a contusion,” he concluded. Cautiously, his hand brushed over the bruises, the frown on his face returning.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked sternly, his gaze returning to you.
“I didn't think it was that bad,” you said defensively, pulling your shirt down again. “Besides, do you know how embarrassing that is? I am an agent. I don’t have an injury with a cool story. I didn’t get injured in a fight or anything like that. No, I stumbled down the stairs,” you mumbled.
He had to hold back a laugh. “That’s what you’re worried about? An impressive story?” he asked in disbelief, a faint grin on his lips.
“No one cares how that actually happened. Besides, I know best how clumsy you sometimes are," he teased.
You rolled your eyes at his comment, wanting to pull away from him, but the pain stopped you. You grimaced at the burning sensation, feeling as if someone were repeatedly stabbing a knife into you.
“Hey, careful,” he said, the worry in his voice returning.
He gently took your hand and brought it to his lips, giving it a few kisses before looking back at you.
“And still, you are one of the smartest and strongest agents I know,” he explained, trying to tone down his sneaky comment from earlier. No matter how serious the situation was, he still managed to throw in a couple of teasing remarks or jokes.
You just laughed quietly, shaking your head at him.
“No secrets, remember? You can tell me everything. Especially when you’re in pain,” he continued, searching for your eyes.
“I guess I learned from the best. I am just like you,” you said teasingly.
“Now, what does that mean?” He looked at you as if he didn’t actually want to hear your answer.
“I am talking about you, Mister! Do I have to remind you how often you tried to hide your injuries from me? And how many times you told me that everything was going fine when you were, in fact, fighting for your life?” you asked.
“That’s something entirely different,” he smirked as he got up from the bed. He reached for his shirt that was thrown over the chair in the corner.
“You could stay like that." You smiled sheepishly just as he was about to throw it on. Your eyes were glued on his muscular back, his broad shoulders, and the biceps you’d love to take a bite from. The way his toned form was being lit by the morning light made it seem like you were in the middle of a dream. Maybe you were.
He raised his brows, looking back at you. “You can’t be hurting that bad,” he chuckled, throwing the shirt back on the chair. He walked past you, slowly and exaggerating, so you could take another long look at him.
“You’re very lucky I can never say no to you,” he chuckled.
“I mean, maybe it’ll help with my recovery,” you said innocently, shrugging your shoulders.
“Drooling over your extremely handsome husband?” He asked as he walked over to you, bending down to kiss you. First one gentle kiss, then followed by a few deeper ones. His lips practically melted against yours, sending butterflies to your stomach.
“If that’s how it works…then that would explain why I am barely sick. With such a beautiful—" He kissed your cheek. “And wonderful—" He kissed the other one. “Perfect wife,” he whispered, ending his ministrations with a kiss to your forehead.
You giggled, wanting to kick your feet in the air from his words, if only your current state allowed that. After all these years, he still managed to make you blush.
“Old charmer,” you smiled cheekily, looking up at him.
“Not too old for you,” he stated jokingly, before he got up again, heading toward the door.
“Stay there, yes? I’ll be right back,” he called to you, disappearing into the living room.
“Yes sir,” you answered with a smile and cuddled yourself deeper into the blanket. Oh, how much you wished you could just spend the whole day in bed with him, relaxing and recovering from your past missions.
You could hear rustling and several cupboards being opened and closed again. After a few more minutes Leon returned, in one hand a fresh cup of coffee and in the other hand a few ice packs.
“Leon” you spoke softly, unsure of what to say exactly.
He gently sat down next to you, placing the steaming cup onto the nightstand. “Important things first,” he stated charmingly.
“You’re a lifesaver,” you sighed, visibly grateful for the caffeine that you desperately needed every morning.
“I get that a lot,” he grinned, winking at you.
He gently pushed your shirt back up again and placed one of the cool packs on the bruised area. You flinched briefly at the sudden cold but relaxed shortly after, once you realized how good it felt.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Perfect, thank you." You nodded, giving him a loving smile and taking his hand in yours.
“Anything for you,” he whispered, kissing you again and rubbing your thigh soothingly in the process.
For a few more minutes you both just stayed like that, talking, kissing, and drinking your coffee in the meantime. It was peaceful, despite the injury that was still disturbing you every once in a while.
After finishing your coffee, Leon gently placed the cup back and suddenly picked you up bridal-style. You laughed, holding onto his arms for support, ignoring the pain the new position was causing you.
“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you to the shower and after we get ready, I will take you to the hospital,” he explained calmly, opening the bathroom door with one foot.
“What?” You asked in an alarmed voice.
“You need to have your injury checked by a real doctor. I am not risking you getting worse,” he said as he gently placed you on the edge of the bathtub. He started preparing the shower in the meantime for you both.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” you insisted. If there was one thing you hated, it was the sterile and cold hospital air. It reminded you of death and bad news.
“It is. Besides, who is going to save my ass when you’re not able to go on duty with me again?” He grinned.
“Mhm, true,” you smiled. “You’d be lost without me,” you teased him, even though you knew that wasn’t quite the truth. You were both taking turns in saving each other, or so it seemed.
Before he helped you into the shower, he bent down again to get to your eye level.
“Obviously. I’d never survive,” he laughed, kissing you one last time. “I love you."
“I love you more,” you whispered.
“Not possible,” he replied softly, placing a kiss on the crown of your head before helping you stand up again to get into the shower with you.
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Hello! I finally finished the longer version of my prompt from Wednesday, and it took a turn I wasn't expecting lmao.
It holds Tav as their own charecter as I originally wanted to make a Tav x Gale, but then it low-key turned into a oc x Gale so I had to rewrite it
Nymira Leafwardon, A cleric of Mystra
regardless I hope you guys enjoy the longer post <3
Word Count: 1364
Warnings: None I can remember
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“We need a healer, a cleric.”
The words hung in the air of the camp. Halsin sat around the fire, whittling his ducks and other things, letting the scraps of the wood fall into the fire, a small smile on his lips as Tav took his advice.
Shadowheart looked at them, blinking slightly. “I’m the party healer, a cleric. Why do we need another one, Tav?”
Tav crossed their arms over their chest, nodding, “Yes, and after speaking with Halsin, I’ve come to the decision that we need another one. We were fine with potions and your magic in the mainland. We don’t know what’s beyond that fog, we have no idea what the shadow curse is or who made it, and we have no idea if you’ll be okay being inside the fog. We need everyone who can fight to fight. I need you to focus on that, then getting hurt trying to 1v2 and healing.” Shadowheart blinked mouth slightly ajar, and hung her head, looking at her bowl of soup in her lap. Tav was right.
“Soo… Why the new claric?” Gale asked, serving another bowl of soup to Karlach
“Mainly, for the magic users: it goes back to putting your focus on the battles while we have someone in the back heal.”
“Great, another little worm to protect,” Astarion said dramatically. “Yay! We’re heroes!” he added sarcastically.
Tav pinched the bridge of their nose and sighed softly. “Anyway, we’re a few hours away from a monastery. I’ll be heading out to recruit someone. Halsin will be joining me since he can sense the magic to help fight this.” Tav grabbed their travel backpack and their weapons
Halsin set his finished duck on the log next to him and gently set his tools down, then stood. “It will be temporary. We need all the help we can get.”
With that, the two headed off.
The hours went by quickly: Astarion lay in his tent in a trance, Karlach and Wyll hung out sparing, Shadowheart meditated, Lae’zel fought the training dummy and gale… Gale was reading a book containing Mystra’s teachings. Occasionally chuckling at how the book reads, but he found it to be very accurate with what she taught him.
Tav and Halsin returned to the camp midday. Behind them walked a rather short woman who wore a modest dress that didn't show much skin.
“We’re back,” Tav called out. The others looked over, gathering around the now-cooled-off fire pit. Gale set down the book and walked over, arms crossed over his chest, knowing the cleric they had brought back was for the WHOLE team. He felt a little singled out being a wizard and not as strong as the others, but he trusted his leader.
Halsin gently pushed the little lady forward, a large hand on her lower back, a big smile on his face as he looked down at her, “This is Nymira Leafwarden. She’ll be joining us in the shadow curse, but first, Tav wants to give her a test.”
Nymira lowered the hood of her cloak as Halsin talked and gave a small smile. “Hello everyone, I am pleased to join you all and to do my part. I promise to stay out of the way of the fighting.”
Her voice was soft and smooth. Gale looked at her, and his arms dropped. His orb-infused heart beating a little faster, he could feel the weave coming off her. “Who is your patron if you don't mind me asking?” he said, suddenly swallowing the spit collecting in the back of his throat
Mira looked over at him, gently turning her head, a large burn mark covering the entire left side of her face and across her nose. Purple eyes staring at him, “Lady Mystra, she grants me the ability to heal.”
Gale’s palms got sweaty; he nodded, trying to hide his feelings and his… nervousness to her.
Astarion tched “And how is a little girl going to keep us safe? Judging by that horrible scar on her face, she couldn't even keep herself safe.”
Mira looked at Astarion and gently touched her cheek, looking away.
“Enough, she’ll show you during her trial,” Tav said sternly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “For now, gear up, we saw a cave further down, and we need supplies and things for potions. Gale and Karlach your with me: Astarion, Shadowheart, you’ll go with Wyll and get supplies at the village down the road. Laz’ael, you’ll stay here and protect the camp with Halsin,” Tav said. The others nodded and got ready for the day.
Gale walked back to his tent, checking his bag: Spellbook, staff, potions, he was ready for whatever happened in the cave. If it was anything like last time, then he would be dealing with spiders… and Tav’s insatiable desire to lick said spider.s
The cave was cold and damp, and the smell of rotting flesh and stale earth filled the air as the party moved through. Gale held his staff, and a light cantrip lit up the surrounding area from the tip of the staff. Tav walked ahead of them, their weapon drawn, and a cautious way about them, scanning around, not seeing anything at the moment.
Karlach was in the back of the group, her hand gripping the handle of her axe, also cautious, looking around in the light.
Mira stood next to Gale, her purple hair falling down her shoulders and over her chest, her cloak hanging loosely around her frame. In the light, she looked radiant, eyes and hair seemingly glowing in the blue hue. “Soooo… How did you become a cleric of Mystra?” Gale asked, his voice low, not to attract the monsters right away
“It’s not like I wanted to; my village was destroyed, the church took me in and helped me get back on my feet,” she said softly, her hand gently coming up to touch her scar. “Goblins attacked and burned it.”
“Is that how your scar came about?”
“No”
The silence felt suffocating to Gale, having a cleric of Mystra beside him; it felt like a divine test, a wizard who needs his own cleric, a very interesting concept. Elminster would have given him a lecture on how wizards should accept help from anyone and not let his pride overtake him; he wanted to prove himself to him, to Mira, to Mystra… Nymira…. Mystra…. Mira
He looked at her, “Are you…” he stared, then it felt like his breath was taken from his very lungs. She stared ahead, purple eyes wide and holding a little bit of fear. A simple blink, and the emotions were hidden away inside those purple pools.
Without saying anything else, Mira turned and walked past Karlach. “Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?!” Karlach raised her voice, watching Mira as she found a small cliff to climb up
“You have your jobs, I have mine. You fight, I support and heal. I suggest you start fighting.”
Gale watched as she knelt on the cliff, taking her cloak off as she folded her hands in a prayer, watching the group. In a low voice, the prayer began.
Mother of Magic, Master of the Weave, I call for you to bring peace and good health to these souls I have entrusted my life to.
Her hair lifted as the weave wrapped around her frame. Gale watched her. His eyes widened gently, the sounds of swords hitting and monster snarling snapped him out of his trance as he cast ice knives, throwing them, staring at his hands, he felt the magic was stronger as the prayer continued.
The fight was short as it was a low-ball fight. The monsters fought hard, and Gale was standing there holding the light on his staff, watching as Mira healed the minor wounds on Tav and Karlach
She was so small and yet had Mystra’s favor, a decent burn scar on her face and yet… she could request Mystra’s blessing at will
He had a magnetic pull to her; he kept himself still, nervous about this show of abilities and uneasy feeling he was growing deep in his soul.
Gale taking a deep breath to steady his nerves the orb before putting on an easy smile and humming, “always a delight to speak with you, what’s on your mind?”
Gale, lost in his own head and exhausted from the day’s events, mumbling the words he’s reading.
Gale who swore he would never complain about the sleeping conditions, barely keeping in a hiss of pain as he stands up and sheepishly saying, “it’s nothing a good stretch can’t fix. I’ll be right as rain soon enough.”
Gale wrapping his arms around your shoulders, his eyes fluttering closed, sighing deeply, whispering, "If I don't get my beauty sleep soon, I may just get a tad malcontent.”
Gale chuckling against your hair when you push away from him, “Rest assured I can manage my mischievous ways for a bit longer but I make no promises.”
Gale carefully watching your reaction anytime he does a little magic, only to turn to you with a small smirk and asking, “breathtaking is it not?”
Gale growing frustrated when you haven’t returned for the day and the orb is becoming overwhelming painful causing him to snap at you.
Gale immediately regretting his harsh tone, his gaze dropping down for a moment and his voice lowering as he says, “my apologies. I should not have taken that tone with you. I see now that you weren’t ignoring me as I had thought.”
Gale being silent after Elminster visits and staring into the fire but remains at your side the entire night.
Gale, upon seeing you laid bare for him for the first time, murmuring in a voice full of adoration and lust, “You are ethereal, my dear.”
Gale groaning when you start to kiss down his chest and leave a trail of red marks in your path, “Weave save me.”
Gale seeking you out after his last conversation with Mystra and gathering you into his arms, quietly saying, “thank you. Thank you for everything that you have done for me. Thank you for loving me.”
Gale assuring you years after everything, “i think our life is quite spectacular my dear. No we are not fighting gods and defeating cults anymore but the quiet life suits us, does it not?”
There’s something special about having a wizard who needs his own cleric, it’s interesting,
Mira takes care of everyone, she’s a true cleric (in Gale’s opinion), Shadowheart was also a cleric yes, he could admit that but she was a maiden of Shar and she even is in the throes of separating from Lady Shar.
Mira stays in the back, her patite hands folded into prayer as she prays to mystra for guidance and to heal the party.
The first time it happened it caught Gale completely off guard, Mira looked at the enemy with wide eyes and turned around as she walked to the back of the group
“hey! Where do you think you’re going?! We have a job to do!” Astarion yelled at her cranky from being hungry “And my job is to support the team, I’ll heal you fight” Mira said back so matter of factly, she sat on her knees hands folded into prayer and closed her eyes
“Lady Mystra, mother of magic, master of the weave, I call for you to bring peace and good health to these souls I have entrusted my life to” Mira said softly, her prayers always started the same but the message after would change every so often. The healing Mira possessed felt familiar and warm, nessled into mystras hand and the smell of magic moved around them.
A cleric of Mystra entrusted to Gale a weapon/lover of Mystra
I've been thinking about Gale’s whole "I like your musk" thing cause like I feel like most people write it off as sort of awkward flirting.
But if you think about it, he's only really ever known Mystra that intimately, and he's been locked away from the world ever since the whole orb thing
I don't think Mystra, a goddess, would ever let herself be less than perfect, I don't think she'd sweat or even have to worry about body odor, in my mind she probably just smells like something, like magic, and while that sounds nice I also think it's distant
Maybe Gale likes Tav's musk because it reminds him that they are flesh and blood, maybe it comforts him to smell their sweat, and perfume and soap, because it's everything but that perfect, placid, unchanging smell Mystra had
Maybe he likes it because it feels mortal, or human, and above all else REAL and all that he wants is to have something REAL
the bg3 community in general does NOT talk enough about how ludicrously OP gale was pre-folly and pre-tadpole.
- archmage. not an arbitrary title - awarded to 18+ level wizards. meaning he could cast spells through 9th level.
- chosen of mystra. akin to demigod-level status. slowed aging, chosen-specific abilities, direct access to the depths of the Weave, plus more.
- lover of mystra AND protégé of Elminster Aumar. privy to the most advanced Weave manipulation and magical tutelage.
imagine a situation where tav/his partner falls in battle and gale loses it. magic explodes out of him in raw waves. his grief/rage calls on the Weave without verbal control. he reduces the battlefield to cinders. blood pours out of his nose as he casts far more than his body can currently handle. his eyes glow. runes appear and disappear across his skin.
and the party remembers that oh shit. this wizard who cooked them stew and rambled about planar theory used to be a living magical weapon. and still has the capacity to be.
You cannot convince me Apikusis and Halsin hadn’t taught Tingmiaq to fly together. Yes, this is also a really important duty of the archdruid. Please, just let me put the man in disney princess situations.
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