Hi There! Do You Write For Any Other Resident Evil Characters Besides Leon?

Hi there! Do you write for any other resident evil characters besides Leon?

Hiya lovely!! Yeah I write for Jill, Ada, Ashley and Donna Beneviento!!

I could also write for Chris, Ethan, Mia and Claire, but idk if anyone would be interested!! <3

Also if you wanna send a request for another character, that I haven’t listed, then you’re more than welcome to!! 💕💕

girlll, i was kicking feet the whole time while reading home is with you🥹🥹🥹 i simply couldn't help but cry at how precious this sweet boy is. thanks a lot for choosing my request. You made my week a little better🥹🤍🤍

Aww you’re so welcome my love!! I’m glad to hear that! your request was so very sweet 💕 💕

Needy

{James gets needy after coming home from practice}

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James loves coming home to you after quidditch practice, laying in your arms and basking in your warmth after spending the day outside in the freezing cold rain, the way you make him feel so cosy with love.

There’s a dull ache that seizes his body, leaving him exhausted, his muscles sore from the strenuous exercise and there’s no other place he’d rather be than with you.

He lays in between your legs his head resting against your chest as your fingers play with the ends of his hair, he’s not paying any attention to the movie instead he finds himself distracted by the slow rhythm of your heart and the steady rise and fall of your chest.

“God you’re so warm” he sighs nuzzling his nose into your neck as he leans in closer to you, his hands dipping underneath your shirt settling against your belly, and he hums in bliss at the softness of your skin, “so so warm”

You giggle at his neediness, “Quit treating me like your personal radiator” You try to wiggle free from underneath him but it’s pointless, his body weight sandwiches you against the sofa, not that you’re complaining.

“S’not my fault you’re so warm, and soft,” he says, sighing as your fingers thread through his hair.

There’s a comfortable silence that blankets you both, and you go back to watching the movie, and it’s peaceful until James starts pinching at the fat of your stomach, “James!” you gasp hitting his shoulder and your hands go to grab his trying to stop his pinching.

And you reckon if it was anyone but James Potter you might've killed them for it.

He looks up at you, smirking at your fed-up expression and you roll your eyes trying to hold back the smile that teeters on your lips, “Asshole” you divert your attention back to the movie, trying to avoid his eye contact.

“I’m sorry” he mumbles, lips grazing your neck, and he can feel your pulse against his skin and he peppers delicate kisses against your neck trailing up to your jaw.

And you try your best to ignore him, as he mumbles more apologies, but it’s easier said than done especially when his kisses turn needier and the way his thumb draws circles into your hip coaxing you to look at him.

“Forgive me?” He whispers, and you purse your lips trying to focus on the movie that's still playing.

James takes a moment, thinking of how to win your attention and he smirks when he gets an idea, leaving opened-mouthed kisses along your neck trailing up to your pulse point, a clash of teeth and tongue dragging along your skin, “James” you warn and you feel him snicker against you.

“Do you forgive me now?” He asks, sitting up to admire your face, how the warm light of the lamp sits against your skin, so pretty, he thinks looking down at you with the most loving eyes.

You smile at him, “Yes I do”

“Yeah?”

“Yes” you giggle as his hands cup your jaw, fingers pressed against your cheek, turning your head to face him, he leans down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth then another and another and another.

He peppers kisses all over your face, hands cupping against either side of your face squishing your cheeks together, and you groan trying to push him away but it’s impossible when he’s sitting on his knees in between your legs.

“Oh my god, James what’s gotten into you?” You giggle, fingers wrapping around his wrists as you bring his hands away from your face, and he looks at you as if you’ve asked the most obvious question ever.

You watch as he huffs, “I’ve missed you, I was at practice all day” he says smushing his face against your neck, laying his body weight against you.

“Just let me love on you sweetheart,” he says with a teasing smile, and you shake your head finally giving up as you let him lay against you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders and your hands settle against his back as he rests his head in the crook of your neck, he can smell the sweet perfume he’d brought you for your birthday and he hums in contentment as the flowery scent pleasantly surrounds him.

“You’re still coming to my game tomorrow?” He asks, and you can tell he’s getting tired by his tone, your fingers graze along his spine.

You turn to press a kiss to his forehead, “Of course I am, wouldn’t miss it for anything” you tell him and you can feel him smile, his chest blooms with adoration, and you go back to watching the movie as he falls asleep wrapped up in your arms, and you know that by the time he wakes up your going to have seriously bad pins and needles but you don’t mind, it's worth it.

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Idk why this concept makes my heart so warm but I’d love to see something where the reader asks Leon to do her makeup for fun and he’s clueless! Like a lil date night activity!

Makeover!

{Leon tries to do your makeup}

Aww this is too cute!! Thank you sm for the request my lovely!! Hope you enjoy!! 💕

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“What’s this one again?” Leon asks, fiddling with the eyeshadow palette, shutting it and closing it over and over again as the magnetic seal clicks with the action.

You’re shocked at how willing he was to say yes to the idea of him giving you a makeover.

“That’s eye shadow,” you tell him, before going over the products one by one as he nods with an enthusiastic smile, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited even if he was utterly clueless about what to do.

You take a seat on your desk chair watching as he takes the foundation, “This one first?” He asks a little unsure of what he’s actually doing, and you giggle as his brows knit together with confusion.

“It’s all you baby, whatever you think goes first” You look up at him with a smile.

“Alright” he smiles, and you watch, feeling a little nervous, as he holds the bottle to your face, the nuzzle pressed against your cheek as he squirts the product on your face, and you gasp at the sudden coldness, giggling as he mumbles a small ‘fuck’

He takes one of the many brushes dabbing it across your face to smooth out the foundation that sits against your skin, he stands back admiring your face with a proud smirk before turning back to the dresser and picking up the eyeshadow pallet he was playing with earlier, and you cringe at the bright neon colours, out of all the pallets he just had to pick that one.

“Don’t be so nervous you’re gonna look so sexy” he chuckles, as he takes one of the smaller brushes dusting it with the bright pink, and your eyes flutter close as he applies the eyeshadow so gently to your eyelids, you barely even feel it, his hand occasionally brushes against your cheek as he continues to use the bright colour.

“I’m not hurting you right?” He asks so softly, and you can feel his breath fanning against your skin.

“No baby you’re alright” you whisper back, eyes still closed as he makes a joke about switching job professions, ‘government agent turned beautician’ and you can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of you.

There’s a comfortable silence that settles between you both, and the only thing you can hear is the soft music that plays from your speaker.

Your eyes open as Leon cups your jaw, “I’m not doing a very good job” he chuckles, admiring your face and he can’t believe you’re still so beautiful even if he's doing a terrible job, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before going back to dresser picking up eyeliner with a confusing look.

He removes the cap, his eyebrows rising with shock, “What is this?” He asks, looking back over at you.

“Eyeliner” you smile, and it only confuses him more.

He study’s the product trying to make a guess on how you use it, “It goes on your eyes?- How do I?” he trails off manoeuvring his hand to try and figure out how to apply it, he stares at the brush tip with a very baffled expression.

You explain it to him, giggling at his horrified look he leans into you with hesitation and it makes you a little nervous, “Just be careful, don’t take my eye out” you tell him and he nods with a nervous chuckle and it definitely doesn’t make you confident.

His hand leans against your cheek, as he ever so gently drags the brush tip along your eyelid and he winces at how messy the line is, “Don’t open your eyes” he whispers as he does the same to your other eye, and it’s considerably worse than the other.

He pulls back laughing at how wobbly the line is, and it definitely doesn’t look the same when you do it, “Am I still pretty?” You smile looking up at him.

“You’re always pretty, the prettiest girl in the world,” he tells with a loving tone, handing you the mirror with a teasing ‘Ta-da’ and he chuckles at the boisterous laugh that erupts from you.

“Woah baby, it's a good attempt” you giggle, studying the awful job he’s done.

Leon looks down at you, how your eyes crinkle with joy and a loving feeling blooms in between his rib cage and it makes his heart flutter with adoration, the sweet sound of your laughter could brighten his day without fail always.

He picks up the makeup wipes taking one out, “Come here pretty angel” he says, wiping away the makeup gently, he knows how to do this part as he thinks back to the times when you were too drunk to do it yourself, and the cool sensation washes you with relief.

He wipes the makeup until your face is completely clean, and his big hands cup either side of your face making you look up at him, “My beautiful girl” he smiles leaning down the press a kiss to your lips.

You smile against him suddenly feeling awfully bashful, “Are you, hungry baby?” he asks, and you watch as he cleans up the space.

“Mhm, you wanna make pizza?” You ask, and he nods putting away the makeup products back to their rightful place before you both make your way to the kitchen.

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Hi Ik this isn’t my place but I would suggest maybe not posting your fanfics in entirety bold letters??? It’s hard for me to clearly read and follow (this is coming from someone who has thick fishbowl glasses 😭💀) xoxo

you're totally right my love, I've been meaning to go back and fix that as well as the weird 'read-more' glitch, so I did that today and future posts won't be in bold anymore! <3 have a wonderful day lovely!!

Forever and always

{Regulus wakes up from a nightmare and you’re there to comfort him}

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Regulus doesn’t exactly have the best relationship with sleep, it was fifty-fifty whether or not he would get any, and the times he did often came plagued with nightmares of his past, and horrible ideas of what the future might have in store for him, so more often than not he would avoid it altogether, apart from when he’s with you.

You always brought a sense of contentment, to him you’re what home should feel like, a loving and gentle feeling that wraps around him like a handmade blanket, woven by your hands.

It’s a feeling he loses himself in, and he’s no longer Regulus Arcturus Black, he no longer feels the need to uphold a family name or to keep a certain appearance, he’s simply just a boy who’s allowed to feel in the safety of your arms.

And so sleep comes easier when he’s next to you, his arm slung lazily over your waist as he holds you close, your legs linked with his in a mess of limbs all hidden underneath the warmth of your blanket.

However the mind can be a cruel thing, it can conjure up the worst thoughts that some couldn’t comprehend, or even begin to imagine.

His nightmare drags on slowly and painfully, and he can’t seem to wake up, his body frozen with made-up fear, all he can see and hear is you, his biggest weakness and yet his strength.

He can hear the strangled pain in your voice as your pleas fall on deaf ears, you’re begging them to stop, screaming out in agony. Regulus tries to run to you, he tries so hard to move but he’s frozen in panic, even when you’re calling out his name.

He finally breaks out of the nightmare, sitting up with a broken sob realizing he must have been crying in his sleep, his eyes widen in panic, and his chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath but his attempts are fruitless as he lets out a string of broken gasps his hands erratically searching for yours.

You’re woken by the sudden moment, “Regulus?” You whisper softly, sitting up next to him, and you can see the fear that drowns his eyes and your heart breaks as you watch tears fall from his eyelashes down his cheeks, he lets out a pitiful sob.

His hands shake with worry as he gently cups your face in his hands, his eyes studying your concerned expression as if he doesn’t believe you’re truly here, “I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he cries, his nightmare still lingering in the back of his mind convincing him you’re hurt, and you gently take his hands in yours guiding them away from your face to rest on your lap.

“It’s okay, you’re okay my love” you whisper as you take him into your arms, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder and he nuzzles his nose further into your neck, “You’re home, with me. I promise we are safe Regulus,” you say while his arms wrap around your waist, hands grasping at the soft fabric of your shirt as he holds you closer.

Home, he thinks, it's such a foreign thing for him that he’s not even sure what it is exactly, but being here with you felt right, felt good. You’re his home.

“They— I hurt you, I— I tried to move— I couldn’t- I’m sorry” he gasped, losing himself within your warmth as your hands rub against the expanse of his back.

“It was just a nightmare, my love, it wasn’t real, see I’m okay, right here with you” you smile pulling away from him gently as you take his face in your hands, and you watch his eyes scan across your loving expression and something blooms within his heart, “We’re okay” you remind him and he nods gently replying with a small broken, ‘okay’

He calms down, taking deep breaths as you guide him back to reality, like a lighthouse to a boat amidst a brutal storm, and he finds sanctuary within your warmth as you press gentle kisses to his face.

“I’m sorry for waking you up” he whispers, as you shake your head, and a sad smile tugs at your supple lips.

“You know I’d rather you wake me up, I’m here for you Reggie, forever and always,” you say, and he looks at you with such a gentle caring look it melts your heart.

“Forever and always, I like that” he nods with a smile and you let out a breathy giggle, your forehead resting against his, his black curls tickling your cheek.

“As do I my dear” you press a kiss against the corner of his mouth, “Do you want a bath? Or are you okay to go back to sleep?” You ask

There’s a voice that nips at the back of his mind to pick the latter to, not cause any more trouble than he already has, but he doesn’t, perhaps it’s the way you asked with such a tender tone that he just can’t bring himself to listen to that voice.

“A bath would be nice” and that is all it takes as you nod kissing his forehead, you mumble a quiet, ‘of course my love’ and he watches you walk into the bathroom and he can hear the water flowing while you pop your head around the corner.

“Lavender right?” You ask and he smiles to himself as he nods, he hears you repeat the word 'Lavender' to yourself as you walk back into the bathroom, and he quietly chuckles, yes here with you is his home, forever and always.

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☾⋆AN/ My first time writing for Regulus :0 hope you enjoyed my lovelies! <3