Taco

Forgive me

Well, fuck.

Leon stared blankly at the screen, his eyes clouded over.

He blinked.

Think that might be the most emotionally devastating thing anybody’s ever sent me on this site, so congratulations for that, I guess.

So you're right to ask for forgiveness. Kidding.

A quiet laugh escaped him, thin and nervous around the edges.

But… yeah. You’re right.

His thumb hovered over the keyboard for a second.

Just don’t expect me to know what to say...

He takes a long, deep breath.

Uh...... well.........

I can't remember a lot of things from before but I guess..... the worst part is that I can still remember exactly who I used to be before all this.

I was late because I drank myself stupid the night before over some girl that I don't even remember. I was the type of guy who thought saving people meant there’d be a point where everybody was finally safe and you could go home and sleep easy afterward.

He let out another soft laugh, humourless this time.

I guess Raccoon City burned that out of me pretty fast.

After enough blood and enough funerals and enough nights where you’re staring at your own hands wondering how many people slipped through them, you stop feeling like a person and start feeling like a weapon somebody forgot to put down.

And the scary thing is… I got really good at it.

At surviving. At compartmentalising. At looking normal while something inside me was.... was rotting alive.

A pause.

gaz

ghost

price

soap

I FINALLY finished the character sheet I've been working on for the last...2 weeks?

I hope you like Wynstan's friend Nelengon! She's another student wizard studying at The Place, specialising in enchanted beadwork and Ilang'eni spellwork (a form of riddle magic).

(here she is on art fight)

More info about her beneath the cut!

my silly (ref under cut) commission from @gunpowdernlead, who YOU TOO can pay to put people in situations !!!

summary : just you and leon in one of your many nights together as a dilf and a milf.

notes : hello!! its my first ever milf!reader drabble so please be kind cause im still learning to write for it but im also kinda enjoying it. im planning to write a kennedy household imagine series with this as a first ever post tbh, what do you guys think?

credits to the owner of the photos and divider!

"hey handsome". you greeted as you ran your hands to his soft, graying hair. there's still a lot of blondes on his hair but it mixes naturally with the growing white strands that seems to be showing ever since he turned 45 which was five or six years ago.

"hi, baby". he mumbled against your clothed stomach before nuzzling close causing you to laugh softly.

"you really are a cat". you said as you gave a quick tickle behind his ear while he grumbles.

he then looked up at you, chin resting slightly on your stomach and leon was hit with a realization. the time with you is slowly showing up on your face and the few growing white strands in your beautiful hair looks like stars that he used to wish when he was a child.

he used to wish that he'll have someone to grow old with.

and leon thinks that no matter how cruel the world is, it still granted him his wish.

you.

but it doesnt matter that you both have showing wrinkles now, or the way your hairs are getting white strands everyday cause for him, youre enough.

still by his side and growing old with him.

everytime he looks at you, he always feels so much love that his heart might burst.

"now, why are you looking at me like that?". you hummed as one of your hands went to his stubbled cheek to caress it. the roughness of the stubble feels kinda great against your skin.

"i think the white hair suits you much better than i do". he mumbled causing you to snort and he smiled sleepily.

"please, have you seen yourself?". you said as you moved your hand to comb his hair up. "youre the definition of a dilf".

he groaned at the term, he's never going to heard the end of it. ever since he turned 50, youve been always calling him that or silver fox. he doesnt know what to feel about it but its fun to hear you say it cause you know, even if he's getting old, the way you look at him is still the same.

he remembers when you guys were still younger, you used to call him casanova or pussy wrecker. it used make him so embarassed especially when you call him that in public but as time passed by, he's learned to be immuned by it.

and weirdly, he loves it.

"this is getting worse". he buried his face against your stomach again causing you to laugh.

"dont be so dramatic, i think its cool that the people and I agrees that youre a dilf". you said with a grin causing him to groan again.

even your kids agrees that he's a dilf, much to his chagrin.

he then lifts his head up again with a cheeky grin.

"youre a hot one old woman then, baby". you blushed as hell at the sudden comoliment causing you to sneak a hand down and pinch his nipple. "but its true!".

you ignored his exclaimed and force his head down again on your stomach to continue petting him softly while he still grumbles down.

(This is day I've-lost-count of asking fic writers to write something for Charles Vane from AC4 - he's a prick... but he's my prick❤️)

I haven’t written for Vane yet so this is going to be fun! <3 Love me a rugged pirate.

He hadn’t planned on being back so soon. He told you the time in which he thought he would be away from home. And you.

It was still long. He thought it would take five months. But it was three instead. So you had it in your head you would see him next summer.

Being gone three months and knowing you would be back there waiting for him almost seemed like a dream. Vane didn’t like it when people depended on him, made him feel he needed to do better. Which made him feel rushed instead, and he hated it.

But with you he was anticipating it. He was excited but didn’t show it. Vane would often drift away blissfully with you in mind.

So when he called the mission off early and his objective complete, he makes haste back to Nassau.

He knows your work schedule, so Charles tries his best to be sneaky and telling people not to tell you he’s here.

He cleans himself up and changes clothing, trying to be a little fresher, but that’s about it. No flowers, no jewelry. Just him. Shouldn’t that be enough?

He’s sitting by the window at the table drinking a bottle of rum when you walk in. When he announces himself, you nearly drop everything in your hands.

“Hello, darlin’,” he suavely says. That accent could cut you, and it sends shivers down your spine every time. 

You look at him in utter disbelief, and he’s living for it. He chuckles lowly.

He steps closer and opens his arms wide.

“No hug for your beloved husband? I’ve been waiting so long to see you.”

Once you’ve adjusted to everything that’s when the tears come. He’s finally home, and you crash into his arms, his own immediately enveloping you.

He tries to calm you down, but is honestly so in love with how you’re reacting right now. Charles feels so calm and loved, seeing how much you’ve missed him.

He’ll sit with you on the bed and hold you a little longer in silence before pulling away to look at you.

Charles feels weak and vulnerable in this moment, wiping away your tears and caressing your cheek. He smiles warmly before going in for a long awaited kiss.