Hi! I Inform You That I Almost Wont Write Until August 11st Because Ill Be On Vacation Without My Laptop

Hi! I inform you that I almost won’t write until august 11st because I’ll be on vacation without my laptop and I haaaate writing on my phone... But for the person who requested an imagine with Cillian Murphy, I will post it. I promise! :)

I'm sorry for this... 😂

His young and bright light - Leon S. Kennedy

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Warnings: age gap, slighty sad,

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Summer was finally coming, the cicadas sang and the heat became unbearable. In the twilight of the room where only the light of the moon filtered through the shutters, Leon watched you seeking some sleep, without conclusive results. Maybe it was his stare and expression that disturbed you. Something was wrong, you knew it and usually, you preferred him to talk to you when he felt able to, but this time, you couldn’t wait. You put your head against his chest and listened to his beating heart.

“What's wrong?” you asked, worried.

“Huh? Nothing…”

You rolled your eyes, pulled yourself away from him, and stepped back slightly to look into his.

“Leon, I know something is wrong.”

He ran a hand through his dirty blond hair and sighed.

“I was thinking about us.”

Your heart missed a beat. Wasn’t he happy with you? Did he want to break up? It would break your heart! Your intense gaze pushed him to continue, to explain, he owed you that...

“I see all these young people of your age who look at you in the street... And I also see the outraged expressions of people when they understand that we’re in a relationship, that I’m not your father...” he mumbled, straightening.

He pressed his back against the headboard as you frowned. Your age difference of almost 20 years was one of your couple's weaknesses and strengths since day one. A weakness because many people disapprove, especially among your close family as your parents initially, but also your friends. In many couples with such an age gap, the two partners may not share the same point of view about many topics, don’t look for the same thing and don’t always consider things in the same way. Still, it remained a force. You complimented each other on so many points. You were like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day with your youth, your open-mindedness and in the other side, he had all the maturity and life experiences you were looking for. It worked very well between you, even during hard blows.

It was also true that Leon was only five years younger than your father, which made things more difficult and especially embarrassing when someone didn’t understand the nature of your relationship... For example "Oh it's cute to take your daughter to the restaurant!"

Leon didn’t completely grasp what you were doing with him. Before being in couple with you, he drank like a fish to drown his grief, his fear, his anger and fight against the nightmare that he lived every time after he fought against the bullshit of Umbrella and all the B.O.W’s.

“So what? We don’t care. I love you and you love me, then why do you pay attention to this bullshit?” replied you, stealing a tender kiss from him.

“Because I love you and I want the best for you, Y/N!”

“Okay, so tell me what is the best for me?”

You raised an eyebrow, you already knew what he was about to repeat himself for the umpteenth time.

“That you find a guy of your age who has a normal life and job, whom you see every day at home after work and with whom you can start a family without worrying about whether their father will come home or no. Someone who won’t embarrass you in public places because of the mistakes made by people. Someone who has not more things in common with your father than you. Someone who has never had alcohol problems, who doesn’t have terrifying nightmares and who will never put you in danger as I do while being with you.”

“Good, you finished your cinema, drama queen?”

It was his turn to frown as you straddled him and put your hands on his shoulders.

“Well, Agent Kennedy. Do you know why I love you? I love you because you’re the most courageous person I know, you have the biggest heart, you make me laugh despite yourself and you’re incredibly sexy from all of your 42 years! With you, I’m never afraid and if I have to take risks to be with you, then I will take them. Whatever happens, I know that you will always come home and I want you to be the father of my children. You have sufficient maturity and most importantly, you’re a very good person with more experiences in your life than anyone else” you explained before pressing your lips against his.

He replied to your languishing kiss, sliding his hands under your tank top to caress your soft and smooth skin, scarless. He used to fall asleep with one hand on your breast, without being sexual, but when touched you, he was reassured that you wouldn’t go anywhere without him. Finally, he delicately moved away.

“I could never leave you. You are the most beautiful thing that has happened to me in the last twenty-one years...”

You were the reason he stopped drowning himself in alcohol, the one that made him open his eyes to Ada's manipulative attitude and his feelings for this woman, you were the one he wanted to make his life with. He was sure after a year of a couple and six months to woo each other before taking the plunge. You grabbed his thick and calloused hand to kiss it on the back. You were his young and bright light in a very dark world.

“I don’t give a damn about the others because we are stronger than that.”

Finally, a slight smile stretched his lips and his beautiful blue eyes glittered. You were one of the few people to see him like this, you were so lucky.

“Now, show me how an old man fucks a young woman!” you teased him.

It didn’t take long for you to spend a restless night in your bed...

Hi! I just wanted to say that your English is really great! It’s a hard and confusing language to learn (grammar/structure/punctuation ugh) especially if it’s not your native language.

Hi! Thank you for being so nice! ❤

English isn't so difficult but if we want to have a good level, practice is needed. 😉

+ If you're the person that left two requests about Cillian Murphy, yes I'll write it as soon as I can, but I'm super busy right now. However, it will be online before December (I think) 😉

Exquise Esquisse (Part 2)

Exquise esquisse

How can a love so pure and innocent at first, be prohibited?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

⚠️Warning⚠️: READ THE WARNING IN THE FIRST PART. THANKS. (No smut, just fluff) Gainsbourg songs are my main inspiration, this man was a complete genius in everything he touched.

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

You can listen Initials BB by Serge Gainsbourg while you’re reading. :)

PART ONE

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Lying on your bed, staring at the immaculate white ceiling of your little apartment, a smile was on your face. Your cell phone on your chest, precisely on your heart, you held back a cry of excitement. A month after your first encounter with him, he invited you to the restaurant, your other dates were romantic, but he hadn’t kiss you yet. You weren’t blind, you both knew that a strong love was born between you two. You knew that night, he would kiss you and maybe take you to his home.

You desired to feel his warm, thick fingers travel across your body, touching your face a hundred times and feeling his lips dance on your skin. You were prepared for the long journey that was love, you were ready, you had no choice, the Cupid arrow had pass through your skin. It was a pain you kept, which did more good than harm.

It was time to get ready. Every detail was meticulously cared for, you made sure that your makeup was perfect and that it reflected your personality, favorite clothes without doing too much, your hairstyle... Perfume applied by small delicate touches, a red lipstick applied with care. You inspected your reflection, seeking for any flaw, your hands were shaking, your belly did looping; oh God you wanted to be his. From all of your 21 years, no one had made you feel as woman as him...

His name, his brilliant smile, his irises of a beautiful blue, his hoarse voice, his writing, all of him made you smile, failing to make your heart leap out of your chest. As cliché as it seemed, in his presence the time stopped. You were determined, he was the one that you wanted. Wholly him, with his faults as his qualities, even if your conscience shouted at you to avoid rushing things. Was love so strong, so early, a bad sign? Why would you denigrate those feelings you started to get used to? They consumed you and yet, it felt so good, so right...

A last look at your reflection and your heels slammed against the old worn floor of your student apartment. So impatient, you join the man parked in front of your building.

*

The dinner unfelt wonderful. There were no other words. You nervously waited for the moment when you would feel his soft and warm lips on yours. Hand in hand, you followed him in the dark streets although illuminated of New York, your heels slammed melodiously against the asphalt before you recognize the place where he led you. Central Park. Have you ever been told how beautiful is it?

With his thumb, Bucky caressed the back of your hand and this simple gesture, so innocent, gave you the famous butterflies in the belly. You would never have imagined such a rapprochement with him in just a few weeks. He neither didn’t know how it was possible... He still had insecurities and he was afraid of the next steps in this relationship... But he couldn’t wait. He had to find out. You made him feel things he had never felt before. It was incredible. You were amazing in his eyes.

You followed him into the illuminated park to the Angel of the Waters Fountain as he told you anecdotes about his childhood in Brooklyn with Steve and how they managed to escape the surveillance of their mothers and went to the heart of Manhattan. Immersed into his story, he didn’t notice your seemingly innocent gestures: get closer to the fountain and run your fingers over the surface of the water. Without warning, you splashed him. You burst out laughing at his reaction, he was speechless and trying to wipe his white shirt that became transparent.

"You want to play? We’re gonna play, Y/N!"

Without wasting time, you ran as fast as possible to hide in the park, behind shrubs. When you thought you left him behind, you stopped laughing and your gaze searched for him. Everything was so dark despite the street lights in the park.

"Come back, doll!"

"Come get me, James!” you answered before giggling and running again as he approached.

The former soldier caught up to you without any difficulty and lifted you by the waist before he kissed your cheek. You know that you were already blushing, but at the moment, you didn’t care. A big blissful smile triumphed on your face as you laughed. He laid you down on the ground, sat down and joined you before you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over you. Lying in the grass, he aboved you between your thighs, you felt your cheeks warm more. Nothing else counted at that moment, you cared less of the position you were in. You drowned in his eyes. He brought his face close to yours, your noses grazed and your lips brushed against each other. You could feel his warm breath wash over your face. Your heart was pounding, now you were sure of your feelings.

"Kiss me..." you whispered.

It was all he needed and he didn’t need to be asked twice. His lips pressed against yours for a sweet kiss, initially shy, then feverish. One of your hands slipped into his hair and the other on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt, even if you knew that tonight it wouldn’t go further than kisses. James slipped a hand on your cheek that he caressed while your lips cuddled, discovered each other and his free hand was in the hollow of your waist.

He was so gentle... It was already fucked. You were crazy in love with him and it was reciprocal. Bucky finally understood what everyone explained to him when the subject "love" was discussed. He didn’t want to let go, he wished to be closer to you and to keep you in his strong arms.

Neither of you was aware of the crime you were committing.

*

1944

"Bucky... Wait..." the young brunette sighed.

Sergeant Barnes's lips never left her skin, marking the thin skin of her neck before he let them slide on her chest, between her breasts.

"I don’t know if it's a good idea..." whispered the French woman in a rough English, between two sighs of pleasure.

What would people think and especially her family if they learned that she slept with an American soldier, one of the liberators of the country, without being married? She would probably be rejected, insulted and almost as badly treated as those young women who fell in love with Germans or who had sex with them. Maybe she wouldn’t be stoned or have her skull shaved in public for betrayal, as for l’Epuration sauvage, but she would become the family shame...

These thoughts faded when she felt the American's hands caress her chest, kiss her belly and play with the elastic of her panties. His whole body burned with desire. Positioned between her thighs, James Buchanan Barnes was gentle towards her despite the desire that was becoming more and more present. This girl called Apolline was of great beauty for that time, a great class, long wavy hair, thin but kept curves and had a porcelain skin even if she lived near the Italian border.

She didn’t mean anything to Bucky. Nothing. Just a pretty girl with whom he was about to have a good time and he would never see her again. How many children were born during the war whose fathers were the soldiers of a foreign army? So many and often abandoned... If only. If only James had known... Would he have changed that wild night? 

Nine months later, a little girl named Marie Constance was born.

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