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𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

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Hugging the flowers to your chest, you attempted (quite poorly, if you were being honest) to hide your flushed cheeks and pouty lips from the man before you, stuffing the lower half of your face into the petals and taking a deep breath. You couldn't deny the heavenly smell of the blossoms, your vision now slightly obscured by a mesh of various blue hues, the colour that you could only now associate with one person.

Karamatsu couldn't help but to watch you in silence, his dark eyes admiring the way your petite hands clasped themselves around the cut stems, your shoulders and clavicle exposed to the soft light filtering into the small space your dress, though now they were covered in dainty petals as you pressed the bouquet closer to yourself. His mind began to fill with all sorts of ways to describe your elegance and beauty, wanting to remove the white cloth covering his fingers so that he could run his bare fingers over your skin and tresses.

Clearing his throat quietly, he rid his mind of these thoughts as best as he could and licked his slightly dried lips, preparing himself to speak.

"Princess--"

"You--"

The both of you froze, Karamatsu's cheeks darkening at the sound of your voice chiming in alongside his, as did yours, though you were grateful you had the flowers so that he couldn't see this. With a small gesture of his hand, the prince urged you to speak first, to which you shifted uncomfortably in your place, eyes stuck on the flowers bunched in your hands.

"...You didn't need to bring a gift to speak with me, you know," you began quietly, the usual bite behind your words gone as you avoided your original sentence for the time being. "We're not the kind of royals who demand items in exchange for words."

"I am aware," Karamatsu smiled softly, hoping it would encourage you to keep talking with him the way you were doing so now. "Even so, I felt it was necessary if I am to convey these words to you."

"Which are...?" Oddly, your heart began to thud against your chest in anticipation, watching the way his hand moved to run lightly over his coloured streaks of hair before settling it over his chest, looking into your eyes with his rich brown orbs.

"I would like to become closer with you."

The words tumbling from his lips left you in surprise, eyes widening as he continued.

"The same way we did that day we travelled through the forest on horseback, I wish to do that again with you. I must admit, it felt nice to be able to bond with someone after facing so much rejection from other royals I have briefly acquainted..." A quiet huff of laughter left him at that.

"However, I understand that you do not wish to go through with this engagement, and I do not want to force you into yet another unfortunate circumstance," His words became softer, the smile on his lips becoming solemn at its corners as he lowered his gaze, hand pressing firmer against his chest. "So, even if we do not become close as husband and wife, then at the very least, having you as a friend would still warm my heart nonetheless."

Though his heart ached, he knew it would be for the best. Cutting things off earlier into whatever relationship the two of you had begun to form would be much easier, even if it was still painful for Karamatsu to do such a thing. Truthfully, he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to have to give up on you, but if it was something you wanted, he couldn't force anything. Love and friendship are delicate things, preciously moulded by the hands of those who are willing to move forward, and you...

"I don't want you to leave."

Karamatsu's head snapped up, mouth slightly agape as he questioned whether he had heard you correctly, or if he had imagined your words. The crimson staining the tips of your ears and dusting your shoulders told him otherwise. You couldn't meet his eyes, pointing them down towards the few books still laying open and your eyes catching onto the delicately coloured sketch of a baby pink larkspur, the layers bunching together like the skirt of a ball gown.

"I don't... want you to leave," you breathed, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes that it would help you concentrate on what you were saying and not on Karamatsu's twinkling eyes. "I'm sure you've realised this by now, but I'm not used to having such conversations anyone, not even my own parents... Vulnerability has made me weak in the past, and now I believe that becoming hostile towards others is just second nature to me."

A small lull in your voice came and went, ears sensitive to his quiet breaths, and you wondered if he was even breathing at all as he hung onto your every word.

"I know I can't hide away like this forever. I look like more of a coward than anything else, at this point," you sighed. "I know I don't deserve it, but if... if you could..."

This feeling inside of you was so foreign to you. It made you hesitant, made you scared, made you want to back out at the last possible moment, but you knew if you did such a thing you wouldn't get a chance like this ever again - and that thought hurt you more than you thought it would. Swallowing your shallow pride, you forced the words out of your mouth, ignoring that snide voice in the back of your mind telling you to give up already.

"If you could find it in yourself to forgive me for my actions... for what I've said to you... then maybe we could start this over. I want to be patient with you, the same way you have been patient with me."

"... As friends?"

Karamatsu may have been too hopeful, but he wanted to hear it from you nonetheless.

"... Wherever it goes, I don't think I would mind as much." You tried to stay nonchalant about it, though the sudden flush of heat over your skin at the sight of Karamatsu's broad and genuine smile made you fumble, and once you locked eyes, neither of you could bring yourselves to look away. Feeling bold, the prince raised both of his hands and placed them around your own, surrounding them with warmth, the sensation of his gloves brushing against your skin sending a shiver up your spine.

"Thank you, princess." He breathed quietly, the soothing baritone of his voice low for your ears only.

"F-For what?" you responded just the same, the fragrance of hydrangeas now surrounding you both, intoxicatingly sweet.

"For giving me a chance."

Update — INDEFINITE HIATUS — May 2022

Heyy everyone! I feel like this is an overdue announcement, since I haven’t really been active on here for a few months now, but I felt the need to just update you all (or anyone who’s interested lol) on what’s going on with my writing.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll be taking an indefinite hiatus from writing and publishing any new works as a whole. I know I’ve said this many times in the past, and my breaks never really lasted that long, but now I definitely feel as if I won’t be coming back to writing for a while.

I’ve just been feeling very burnt out from writing anything at all, whether it’s the Ososan fandom or anything else I’m interested in. I struggle a lot just writing a few sentences, and even then the writing is very mediocre. I just don’t feel the want to write anymore, despite how much I love to read and write. I haven’t touched any of my published works, nor have I drafted any new chapters for months, and I’m too scared to because I’m worried it won’t be good, and if I force myself to write, I’d just feel bad for putting in no effort into the works I love very much.

I want to thank you all for the support you have given me with all my works over the last couple years, and with just how patient you all have been with me. I would also like to apologise to anyone who was expecting updates or who was been waiting for a while only to see this. I’m so sorry.

I will still be around on the site to read other works and to chat if anyone would want to talk! And if you want to interact with my works and leave comments or votes, then I would be so thankful that there are still people out there who liked what I wrote :3

I hope to write again one day soon, and whenever that day comes, I’ll be sure to make sure that it was worth the wait <333

Chapter 5

"I'm Ozo, in case you forgot!" Ozo jabbed a thumb towards himself with a lazy wink, leaning his forearm on the countertop you just wiped down. "And this is Chorosuke, my younger brother." He waved a hand over to the man beside him with less enthusiasm, "The only interesting thing about him is that he's rich."

"Th-That is not true!" Chorosuke growled, his hands clenching into fists.

"Ah, yeah, you're right..." a mischievous grin crossed Ozo's lips which he targeted towards his brothers. "He's also a huge otaku--"

"Shut up!" Chorosuke'a hands moved dangerously close to Ozo's neck, his fingers twitching with the urge to choke him, but the sensible part of his mind managed to stop him from doing so. He took a deep breath and lowered his hands to his sides, taking a large sidestep away from Ozo whilst doing his best to ignore the man's snickers.

You could only watch on idly, unsure of what to do or say. You began picking at the skin around your nails, a bad nervous habit that you had. The sting of your skin being pulled from your body no longer hurt as much as it used to. You ran your thumb over your flaking skin, catching your nail on the small cuts you had reopened.

"So, [Y/N]!" Ozo called for you. You locked eyes with him for a brief moment, then shifted your gaze to his hands that rested on the table instead. "You work here, huh? I never would have guessed! Does that mean you'll be taking care of us tonight?" His grin became sleazy as his voice lowered into what he thought to be a seductive tone, leaning in closer to you.

Chorosuke almost choked on air, his face becoming beet red at his brother's words. You weren't doing any better, with your skin heating up and palms becoming sweaty.

"..Uh, I don't... Well..." You fumbled, your brain working overtime to try and come up with a suitable answer. But what were you supposed to say in a situation like this? How did you do it all that time ago?

"What do you mean, 'us?!' Don't drag me into your bullshit, Ozo!" Chorosuke yelled over the music, reluctantly stepping closer to Ozo again to make sure he had heard what he said. He turned to you with a nervous grimace, brows scrunched up tight as his eyes avoided yours. "I am s-so sorry about this!"

You wanted to say it was fine, but when you could feel your fingers begin to shake a little as you pressed your palm together, you just couldn't bring yourself to say it. Instead, you shook your head, giving them another awkward smile. Ozo was peering up at you with a little too much curiosity, and you threw your gaze over the top of his head, only to freeze at the sight of four other faces staring at you.

Noticing your blanched expression, the two men also looked back over their shoulders, producing two polar opposite reactions; Ozo smirked, prompting the four figures to slowly stand up one by one and head towards you, whilst Chorosuke immediately began to shake his head, as if it would ward off the demons creeping towards your small group, but it did nothing.

The both of you watched helplessly as they were now within earshot, and one man wearing large aviator sunglasses smirked your way with a wink, causing Chorosuke to turn around and run a hand down his face with a groan.

"God, please help me..." you thought you heard him mumble, however you weren't given a chance to mull over it as someone else spoke to you, garnering your attention.

"Burazzas!" You barely managed to withhold the confused expression from working its way onto your face upon hearing the man use the English word with so much confidence, even though it was pronounced entirely wrong. "I hope you are not intending to keep such a beautiful lady away from us the whole night, hmm?"

You couldn't stop the sudden new wave of heat that rolled over your face upon being called 'beautiful.' Although, your heart clenched painfully, as your mind told you it wasn't true.

"Well, there goes my plans," Ozo chuckled, shuffling over slightly to make room for the new faces (Technically, you thought, they weren't new faces, seeing as they all somehow looked eerily similar to one another).

"I've never seen you around before!" Another with large sparkling eyes cooed, earning a 'that's what I said!' from Ozo, which ultimately went ignored. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

The pet name throws you off, your wide eyes blinking quickly as you spluttered. Another voice cuts you off before you can answer, a boisterous laugh somehow sounding louder than the music still ongoing in the background.

"Ahaha! You're really pretty, miss!" A wide smile seemed to be permanently etched onto this man's face, his plump cheeks a soft pink under the dim light of the bar as he stared at you unabashedly. The final figure beside him, slouched over with his shoulders hunched up near his chin, elbowed the smiler roughly, his low murmuring voice lost in the music.

"I... Th-Thank you, uh..." you trailed off nervously, briefly clearing your throat, "My name is—"

"[L/N] [Y/N]!" Ozo cut in with the smuggest smirk you've ever seen. The others seemed to be glaring at him, the quiet one on the end even baring his teeth slightly. "I've been telling you, I met a cutie yesterday! Not my fault you guys never believe me!"

"Why would we? You constantly used to tell us you had a new girlfriend every week, but it turns out that they're just actresses from all those pornos you buy," the one with large eyes snidely remarked, crossing his arms over his chest in triumph as he shoved Ozo out of the way with a nudge of his hip.

"[Y/N]..." sunglasses man was talking again, grabbing your attention by taking a gentle hold of your hand (he looked ridiculous since he was leaning so far over the counter to reach it). "What an exquisite name! Suitably fitting for a gorgeous damsel such as yourself..." His words may be very over exaggerated in your mind, but you couldn't deny the small shiver that ran up your spine as his already smooth baritone voice dipped even lower.

"O-Oh, thank you, mr... uh..?" You trailed off, hoping he would catch the hint for him to finally give his name. You didn't want to have to keep referring to him as 'sunglasses man' in your mind for the rest of his visit.

"Aogo Karatsugu, though Karatsugu is just fine, my dear. Unless you would like to call me, 'your hon—"

"I'm Momose Takashi! My friends call me Taka-kun, though, so I wouldn't mind if you called me that, too!" Takashi giggled cutely, snatching your hand from Karatsugu and delicately holding it in his instead. Not a moment later, however, it was taken into another's hands, these ones much warmer and vigorously shaking your palm.

"I'm Jyushimatsu! Hello, pretty lady!" His enthusiasm never seemed to end, you noted as he began shaking your arm up and down in greeting, making you wince. Chorosuke swooped in, finally snapping out of his internal meltdown long enough to pull you free from Jyushimatsu's grasp with a heavy sigh. He then leaned in to you, albeit reluctantly, and began to murmur:

"His real name is Ogami Toshio. He's the mayor's son, and very unpredictable, so I highly suggest you keep your guard up around him."

"What was that, otaku?" An arm snakes around Chorosuke's shoulder, causing the man to jolt with a (pathetic) squeak. The quiet man, who was now smiling so menacingly you actually got cold chills, tugged Chorosuke away from you.

"H-H-Hajime! We were just, I-I mean I was just—"

"We'll get six glasses of the most expensive liqueurs you have, and a couple of beers for our shitty eldest over there, too. And give the bill to this guy," Hajime's grin grew wider as Chorosuke whined quietly in protest, though ultimately did nothing to stop this exchange. Hajime turned to you, then, as if seeming to snap out of some dark spell he was under, dropped his expression into one of sheepish terror, his cheeks tinged red as he averted his gaze away from your bewildered eyes.

"...please..." he added to the end of his sentence mutedly, before promptly shuffling back to his table with his hands shoved deep inside his pockets. Jyushimatsu — Toshio? — immediately followed after him with a loud laugh, leaving the other four to take their own leave, too.

"Well, someone has to go keep those two idiots in check," Takashi sighed dramatically before shooting you a cute cat-like smile. "I'll see you later, [Y/N]! Maybe we can exchange details, too, if I'm feeling up to it," he shrugged nonchalantly.

You slightly raised a brow at this, watching silently as he turned and headed back to his table.

"This first meeting of ours is only the beginning of our journey!" Karatsugu was quick to take your hand again, clasping it firmly in his large and calloused hands as he stared into your eyes (a little too intense, if you were being honest). "I look forward to your company tonight, my dove! Until we meet again..." he slowly began to leave your hand, letting his fingers trail to your own fingertips in a movie-like exit before turning on his heel.

Ozo and Chorosuke watched him retreat with put-out expressions, grimacing at his weird farewell before turning back to you. Ozo clapped Chorosuke's back roughly with a boyish and playful chuckle.

"I'd say good luck to paying the bill, but you're loaded, so it won't be a problem at all!" Chorosuke only groaned in response, sharp eyes looking dull and tired. "See you later, [Y/N]! And remember, if you get bored, you know where to find us. We'll show you a good time." He rubbed a finger under the bridge of his nose with a wink before finally leaving.

Heaving out a sigh, you gently rubbed the pads of your fingers against your temple, already feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on. This group was a lot to handle, it seemed. Maybe you had your work cut out for you tonight, but it's not like you could do anything about that.

"...Sorry about them."

You jumped slightly having completely forgotten that Chorosuke was still there, slouched over onto the countertop with his chin pressing against the surface. He looked so glum and pouty as he peered up at with apologetic eyes... The pang in your heart had nothing to do with him at all.

"Don't worry about it. I'm the one who's just not used to so many customers," you shook your head, turning your back to him so that you could pick out the liquids you were going to mix.

"Are you... really picking out the most expensive ones?" Chorosuke gulped, sitting up a little bit straighter as his fingers tapped against the table top. You chuckled softly, returning back to the table with a a couple of bottles and a large silver glass.

"No, don't worry. The drinks here are relatively cheap, anyway. I'm just picking out the more high quality ones..." you trailed off as you began to focus on your task at hand. Your hands moved with expertise as you poured and mixed your chosen liqueurs, twirling the cup in your hand with a certain finesse that caught Chorosuke's eyes, who continued to watch in awe.

After pouring the drink into six glasses, you topped it off with a small shot of wine. The deep blue of the bottle glinted under the lights, capturing the man's gaze as he curiously stared at the scratched off label. He had no time to ponder, however, as you placed the bottle back under the counter and left to fill up large glasses with beer, returning to place all the drinks onto a round platter and carefully picking it up into your hands.

You gently gestured towards the table, carefully manoeuvring around the other empty chairs with Chorosuke on your heels. You felt a bubble of nerves settle in the pit of your stomach as you approached the others once more, but you pushed it down in favour of leaning between Karatsugu and Takashi to place the tray on the table.

"Damn it, I knew I should've sat there..." Ozo grumbled to himself, then yelped as Hajime kicked his shin from under the table.

"I hope you enjoy your drinks," you politely said, bowing briefly before moving away. There was a chorus of 'thank you's and compliments thrown your way as you made your way back over to the bar.

You brought a hand up to massage the back of your neck, wanting to rub away the stress before it got too heavy on your shoulders. As you did so, you caught the eye of the lead singer up on stage, Totoko, who was preparing herself for the next song as the heavy bass intro began. You saw her raise a brow, her eyes flitting between you and the group, and you blushed.

'This isn't what it looks like!' You screamed internally, mortified by what she could be thinking of you, and you were sure you wouldn't get a response back as she just continued performing.

Looking back at the six men, you could just about hear their laughter drifting over to your ears over the music. With a sigh, you picked a clean rag up from beside you and went back to wiping the table top, holding onto the hope that this night would be over soon.

🎧🎮😍

🎧 - THIS IS SO HARD 😭😭 I can’t pick one it’s impossible LMAO especially between op 1,3,4 and 6. But since I have to pick one, I’ll choose the very first one. Not only cuz it’s good, but I also love how it’s used in the final episodes in the first two season, omg it’s epic

🎮 - ooooo I love denki mystery, the designs are beautiful and the story is intriguing. I also love the matsunoir set (I’m a sucker for mafia aus, srry not srry) and also the steampunk au cuz of the designs keke

😍 - I had to think abt this one real hard LMAO but I think the scene that made love Osomatsu was ep 24 (y’know… THAT episode), cuz I can understand his feelings of loneliness when he sees everyone around him leaving, and idk it just made me even more attached to him 🤣

Thanks for the ask! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Baby Making with Leon (NSFW)

Just dropping this off. I'll be leaving :)

“Are you sure? You really want to? You think we’re ready?”

“Yeah,” you shyly nodded. “I think I ready. Unless, you know, you aren’t?”

“No no,” he rapidly shook his head. “I think I am too.”

You see, we may have gotten papa Leon confidently impregnating his wife, an expert of cumming in the right spot that expelled his sperm deep enough that you were guaranteed pregnant, but Leon working on the first kid, now that was where he was unprepared.

Then day had started regularly for Leon. He woke up, poured himself a cup of coffee, read some news, basked in the newly bought home with his fiancé. The home wasn’t much, a home that really symbolized a first time home-owner who was barely beginning their next stage of life. One story, two bedrooms: one master and one guest. A small kitchen with a little dining room, a living room barely decorated, and one bathroom down the hall. But Leon liked the simplicity of it. He liked the idea of starting off small. And as he sipped his Folger’s coffee a little late that morning, Leon was happy: Everything was normal. 

“Leon,” he remembered you calling him name with that hoarsed voice of barely waking up. And he remembered thinking you looked beautiful, with the way the strap of your top hanging off your shoulder to give him that view of your chest with the bare canvas of your breast that were waiting for his morning kisses to be pressed. 

“Good morning, love,” he said as you curled into his hold and burrowed your head into his chest. Tip top, right on the spot, Leon kissed your head and nuzzled his nose. Further deep to spread his love, he noticed the stint in your back where he rolled thumb against.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

You never looked up at him as you shyly reacted to his concern. You shrugged, never making eye contact with him. And Leon could see you ponder and struggle to confess, he remembered the way your fingers folded into his tee and scatter your words together like a puzzle. 

“I was wondering—all night. You know, I’ve been kinda thinking about this for awhile, and since we’ve got this house now, and in a few weeks, we’re going to be married, and you know, maybe it’s time that we can try, you know, try for a family?”

And that was when Leon realized this it was no longer a regular morning. 

“Are you sure? You really want to? You think we’re ready?”

“Yeah,” you shyly nodded. “I think I ready. Unless, you know, you aren’t?”

“No no,” he rapidly shook his head. “I think I am too.”

He wasn’t. Uneducated and new, Leon was in fact a little scared. Of course, he’s came in you unprotected, countless of times, matter of fact, but all those times were when you were on birth control: always expecting no consequences. 

But this, this was different. It was different as he left his coffee on the half built dining table he carried you down the hall and to the bedroom on the left. Softly like satin, Leon place you down to the sheets before kissing you passionately with the reassurance that he needed. Tangled in his hair, he always loved when you played with his hair, the way that you would caress and brush with affection and love that  he lacked for so long. 

Pulling away from his tender kiss, you lied back on the bed, the soft pillows behind you with the ray of the morning sun that peaked through the sheer white curtains that molded you in like glory, like the radiating colors that crowned surrounded you like a holy artifact. This was new.

But like the old, he slipped your shorts down and spread your legs, pressed his fingers against your clit, and rolled to arouse you. And return, you gifted him moans, sounds so beautiful he nearly forgot what he was doing. 

“You ready?” You asked so sweetly.

“You bet I am.”

But he wasn’t—he was nervous— and he told himself, just like all the other times. Slip off his pants and give him cock a little tug— just like all the other times. But as he lied down on top of you this time, as he searched for consistency, for something he recognized in all the times you two have had sex, but all he could see in your eyes something different: There was no lust, no enticement or seductive excitement, but love. So much love and sincerity in your eyes that looked up to him with trust. 

He was so in love with you. 

With a hard swallow, he aligned and pushed himself into you, just like every other time he’s had sex with you. Thrusting his hips, it was nearly like the first time. With your fingers intertwined and a puff each time he pushed himself further into you. 

Just like every other time. 

But in the back of his mind, he knew he couldn’t trick himself. This was brand new. A new chapter in his life. Bigger than meeting you for the first time, bigger than accepting love in his crazy life, and bigger than committing the rest of his life to you. No, this was bigger. He was bringing life to this world. He was bringing a life, a child so fragile and vulnerable that he would now be responsible of. Did he deserve to? Does he have any right to do this? 

No, no he didn’t. He didn’t think he did. 

But he really wanted to. He always had. 

You let out a long sigh: Leon guessed you had came. Because your eyes would roll back, as the grip on his shoulders would grow tighter, and for a moment, Leon felt he was closer and closer to change—Leon never liked changed. It was almost as if change hated him, because change had included hell, included making him suffer and never giving him the chance to go back. 

But your fingertip played with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Softly, tenderly as he listened to you with your pretty voice: “I can’t wait,” he heard you say. “I can’t wait to have your babies,” you moaned.

And it was if all the air he had was sucked out of him. His hips stuttered at the sight, the view of you lying vulnerably underneath him, asking him to give you kids. Damn it, you look beautiful. 

“My babies?”

Damn it, he loved you so much. 

And brashly, his thrust became harder, sloppier, as he smashed his hips roughly against yours. You yelped as your sensitive clit received another wave of pleasure as your body went with every movement Leon made. 

“Yes! Fill me up, Leon. Fill me with your babies!”

Damn it, he thought as he watched your breast bounced. Gloriously and beautifully, he imagined them grow in size during pregnancy. Round and plump, filled with milk that you would feed his child. You would be such a good mama. 

Such a good momma. 

Leon never stopped thrusting as he connected his salivating mouth onto your nipple, as he suckled and rolled his tongue over your bud. You would moan as you watched him lather his mouth over your skin, as he gripped it roundly, and rolled the other eagerly. He loved your beasts, he loved your skin. And hungrily he would imagine the beads of white that would form, that he would take and pinch out excitedly.

“Leon,” you cried, but was covered by his mouth on yours, as his tongue drew deeply, taking and conquering your moans that he would drink with ease. Oh, he loved you. He loved you so much. 

Leon came into you. Hot ropes of fertilizing cum that filled you full of all his love—he held there in place, realizing what he had just done. 

He pulled out and stared. Stared at the white oozing out your slit and begin to drip down onto the sheets. And without a second thought, without consideration, Leon brought his fingers and pressed his white cum back into your cunt. 

So this was baby making? Admiring watching all his release being pushed back into your throbbing pink slit. Amazing.

He looked at you, who wore the swollen red lips and harsh dark pink blush brazened across your chest with all the marks he left, and he wondered why he hadn’t done this earlier. It was wonderful, amazing, probably the best sex he had ever had with you; probably the best love he’s ever created, ever felt. Never ever so intimate, never been or seen you so excited. 

Because he absolutely loved you and his family that was yet to be born. 

“You know,” Leon finally spoke. “I think I got some more in me.”

Yeah, he was ready. He was defiantly ready to fuck some babies into you. 

“Now hold on there, don’t try to get up.” His voice was smooth as he reassured. His hands rested on your shoulders and through the blur in your eyes, you could easily see Leon’s features looking down at you as he knelt beside you and pulled you into his chest. It felt so good to see him; it felt so good holding him; being in his arms with his hand supporting your head as he dug you closer to him. Warm. You were nearly speechless as he whispered, “It’s good to see you’re okay.”

Synopsis: It was entirely on accident. After discovering a file hidden in the basement of your university, a place that was once known as the state mental hospital notorious for its haunting stories of shock therapy and physical abuse amongst patients, you come to find that just more than that was done—the hard way. It's a good thing, however, that the right agent showed up.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers; blood and violence; flirting and mutual pinning

Chapter 12 is up!! Sorry I took so long!!!