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I FEEL VERY STRONGLY THAT YOU SHOULD BE STOPPED BECAUSE NOW I NEED TO WRITE THIS AS A FIC... 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

I WOULD LET HIM SUCK ME DRY IDC

ladies how do we feel about vampire leon?

HE IS MY DIN DIN... MUNCHES

Leon come get ur din din

I SAW THE SKETCH HEHEHEHEHE

IT TURNED OUT SO WELL OMGMGGGMMGMGMG

TWEAKING N GEEKING

Welcome, Leon

HEHEHE IVE SEEN THAT POST

THIS IS SO CUTE AND ALSO HOW R U PUMPING OUT DRAWINGS LIKE ITS NOBODY'S BUSINESS HELLO???

Tummy ache survivor

Not Quite Right: Endings

a/n: so @eyesofsix... the uhm... the leon fanart hit a lil too hard... hehe... so yeah this is all thanks to u!!!

tw: death in the sad ending

there's both endings and both are clearly labeled so like.. uhm... yeah they're both short as hell im so done with this one cowboy leon needs to gtfo.

HAPPY ENDING

wc: 419

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You found refuge in your grandma’s farm, quitting your job as the barkeep. Of course, no one misses you, no one even noticed it was a different girl tending to the drinks, because no one noticed you like he did.

Like Leon did. Your thoughts often drift to him, wondering where he is and if he thinks of you too. You miss him more and more often, eventually earning you lectures from your grandma when you started daydreaming in the chicken coop.

You try to make sense of his sudden departure, the ache of loss heavy in your chest, even as the days turn into weeks. You find yourself going through the motions of life, but a part of you remains stuck in that moment on the porch, watching Leon walk away. 

And then, one evening as the sun dips below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange, you hear a familiar sound - the soft tread of a horse. Your heart leaps in your chest as you turn.

But it’s not him. You should know that. It’s just the mailman, known to you by that burgundy, rich cocoa colored horse, face hidden under his dusty hat as you sullenly reach for the envelope.

“What’s a gal like you doing with that face?” he teases. Did his voice get deeper? You glare up at him, and your heart nearly stops.

It’s not the mailman after all. It’s him, the evening light turning his features golden.

"I couldn't stay away," he admits, his voice soft and tentative as he slings his body over the side of the horse. "I tried, honestly."

You rise from the steps, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. Relief, joy, and a lingering sense of hurt all fighting for dominance. "Why did you leave, then?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leon steps closer, his eyes searching yours, trying to convey what he can. "I can't live without you. It took a whole lot of drinks to realize that," he jokes dryly.

You take a step towards him, the distance between you shrinking with each heartbeat. "I missed you," you confess, the words hanging in the air between you.

His hand reaches out, cupping your cheek gently. "I missed you too, sweetheart. I think... we can make it work, yeah?"

And in that moment, the sun seals the dusty desert behind you. On the same porch he broke your heart, he stitches it back together with his flaring, just right kisses.

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SAD ENDING:

wc: 670

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Leon tried drinking you away. Whiskey, bourbon, too many drinks at the bar leads to the new bartender kicking him out, sending him stumbling through the hot, dry and empty streets.

He supposes he could make do with some girl, a sweet farmer’s daughter, but where would that leave him? Still wishing for you, every moment of his life, that’s where, just as he is now.

The bitter wind does little to sober him up. All he can think about is you - your smile, your laugh, the way you made him feel like he was more than just a man struggling to do the right thing.

But as it does with everything, his secrets drove you away, and now all he has is this empty hole in his heart and the bottle held tight in his hand for company. 

The morning sun feels like needles stabbing into Leon's brain as he saunters, as if out of instinct, to your grandmother's little farmhouse on the outskirts of town, where he heard you were working for the time being. Maybe, just maybe, she would know where you had gone.

The bar is an infinite amount of space, an expanse of loneliness, and everyone in there blames him for your disappearance. In a way, he supposes, it’s his fault.

Your grandma takes pity on the bedraggled man on her doorstep, taking one look at his haggard expression before welcoming him inside with a gentle, "Oh dear, you look like you could use some coffee."

Leon mutters his thanks as he collapses at the kitchen table, grateful for the hot mug she placed before him. He waits for you to descend the stairs, a long dress fluttering around your ankles, the pause of your sentence when you lock gazes.

But it doesn’t happen, and after several long sips he finally finds the courage to ask, "Ma'am, is your granddaughter here? I really need to see her, to apologize-"  

But the kind smile falls from your grandma's face as she shakes her head sadly. "I'm afraid she is gone, dearie. Couldn't stand to stay in this town with all the memories haunting her. Packed up and left without even saying goodbye."

Surprisingly, even after convincing himself that there was a life to live outside of you, his world seems to crash down around him once more, just another repercussion of his mistakes. 

So he becomes a twisted puzzle, an amalgamation of broken vines and gnarled branches, all because he had lost the best thing that ever happened to him because he was too broken to accept someone might actually want to help piece him back together. 

He realizes why you left. He doesn’t blame you - never did. He finds the image of you the storm cloud following him around, unable to escape the ghost of what once was. The guilt poisons his judgment, tainted by the alcohol he downed every night, burning his throat.

The darkness of the bluff overlooking the town, the rocky ledges he had once hoped to take you climbing, or riding horses, all fantasies playing out in his head like a movie never released, mirroring the gloom that had settled in his soul. 

He stands there, teetering on the edge, the whistling of the wind, a hypnotic lullaby calling to him, tempting him with the promise of release from his suffering. With trembling hands, an empty flask and the bar closed, the drinks weigh down his already heavy heart. 

Leon takes a step forward.

As he plummets toward the ground, a flicker of regret flashes through his mind, a fleeting moment of clarity; what if you had come back? What if you had decided that you would spare him a second chance, grace him with those cocoa eyes of yours, soft like the dying sun?

But the warm embrace of the sandy ocean envelopes him, he knows that some choices can never be undone, some losses never truly regained. Some ideas just aren’t meant to be.

Because some things are never quite right.

wdym YOUR gf...

My gf

MAHANHAJAHAHAH HES LITERALLY SUCH A GOOFY CLOWN ITS PERFECT!! SIX U'VE FONE IT AGAIN

please pleaseeee omg can you draw Leon as a jester for research ofc <3

I just know whoever asked this he is side eyeing you