A cold, wet feeling splashed upon your face suddenly. It woke you up, and you felt air enter your lungs again. Your eyes burst open, and you gasped exaggeratively, gulping air in as you tried to breathe again. Your breathing was heavy, you could see the sun centring the sky above you. Your hands looked for something to grip on to, something to touch. The stony, bricky road beneath you was sandy and grainy, but you were relieved to know that you were still on alive.
Voices came from next to you, faint at first, but gradually getting closer and louder until you felt someone grab your arm. Frightened, you turned your head in all directions, your heart pounding in your chest. The hand then touched your face, forcing you to stare at someone above you. As your eyes adjusted, you relaxed, as it was only Diané.
"(y/n)? Estas despierto (You're awake)? Are you okay, amigo?" Diané said, worry and fear edged on the tone of her voice.
You grabbed her wrist, checking to see if you weren't hallucinating and that she was truly there. You sighed heavily, thankful that you weren't dreaming. You were, in fact, alive and well, and she was there next to you.
"Diané," you muttered breathlessly, "what... what happened? Where... where am I?"
"Gracias a Dios (Thank god). Where you are? Safe. That's what."
"Safe...?" Groaning, you sat up and looked around. You were on the same road you'd been on earlier in the carts, except this time there was a lot of commotion.
Many civilians were fathered around one area on the streets - lots of yelling and shouting indicated that a fight was happening. Everyone seemed either shocked, disgusted, or hyped. Just as you were about to ask what was going on, you heard Chris's booming voice from out of the crowd, and suddenly all the people stepped aside to create a path. Chris dragged Leon - his fists were slightly bloodied and a bit bruised, as was his face - away by his arms, resisting his struggling with massive amounts of effort.
You were confused and concerned, wondering why Leon was so beat up. That was, until you saw Harlynn on the floor. The old pirate was trying to find his breath, sprawled out on the floor, covered for head to toe in cuts and scrapes and bruises and blood. You then understood why Leon was so angry, so violent. The memories came flooding back to you. You remembered how the man had done something to your drink, basically killing you. Thank the fucking heavens it didn't.
As you watched Leon - he looked so pissed off, struggling to break free of Chris's grip - for some reason, you felt a strange sense of safety. Was he protecting you? When Chris managed to pull Leon all the way back, away from the crowd and the beat up pirate, a switch in your brain made you able to breathe properly again. A surge of energy jolted through your legs, and you stood up.
Your gaze was stuck on Leon. Your feet pushed you forward towards the angry man who was still cursing and shouting names at Harlynn. You reached out and touched his arm affectionately, gently running your fingers along his skin until your hand rested on his shoulder.
"Leon," you said, leaning closer to him, "stop."
Like a dog listening to the commands of his owner, Leon stopped yelling. He was huffing and puffing, his glare burning into the older man's skin with hatred and resent. After a few moments, Chris decided it was safe to let Leon go, since he stopped writhing and moving violently. You felt his arm snake around your waist, pressing you against him tenderly, his faze still foxed on Harlynn.
He slowly shifted his eyes to yours, staring into them intently. He scanned your face, making sure there was no signs of injury or that something was wrong. Once he was sure that you were okay, he rubbed his thumb on your cheek, cupping your face with his hand in a benign manner.
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꧁༺ 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓫𝓵𝓾𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭 ༻꧂
Fantasi⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ This is another (y/n) x Leon fanfic I will be working on except this one is a fantasy one, where you are a siren and Leon is a pirate who is secretly the Prince's brother who was disowned for refusing to be a royal. For anyone reading my ot...