#Vendetta OC

[sadxlee]

Yuri 'Yuu' Minato in @vendetta-if

Ash and Rin you better watch out

[larvamars]

one last dance

[livchvz]

a/n: my second Leon oneshot, i can't believe it 😭 I hope you like it, English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes

summary: After a friend sets up a dating app profile for Leon, he—still a bit hesitant—ends up meeting you. And maybe, just maybe, it makes him rethink the idea that being on this app isn't so bad after all. (I’m terrible at writing summaries, sorry!)

words : 2k (sorry)

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"You did what?" Leon raised an eyebrow, arms crossed, staring at his friend.

"Relax, I just gave your love life a little update," his friend replied, grinning, phone already unlocked. "Check this out. Your profile looks amazing. Seriously, I outdid myself."

Leon huffed, running a hand down his face.

"Dude, this is a terrible idea. Seriously. A dating app? You know what happens when my face starts showing up out there..."

"What do you think will happen? Terrorists will break into your apartment because you liked a girl who’s into cats and bad TV shows?" the friend shot back, laughing. "Don’t tell me you're super happy with your lonely routine of cleaning guns and eating frozen meals while watching the news?"

Leon narrowed his eyes. "First of all: I don’t watch the news. Second: you know my life isn’t that simple."

"Exactly why you deserve to laugh a little, go out, I don’t know… live a little?"

The friend turned the phone to show him the screen. The first picture was one Leon barely remembered taking — he was leaning against a car, leather jacket, distracted expression. The second showed a rare real smile, from some random afternoon they spent together at a bar.

"You used that one?" Leon pointed. "I’m smiling too much in it."

"Exactly. People need to know you’re almost friendly."

Leon shook his head, about to argue, when the friend suddenly said, excited:

"Look at that, you already got a like!"

"...What?"

"Someone liked your profile. Here, look." He slid the phone forward with a dramatic gesture.

Leon hesitated. He didn’t want to care. He didn’t want to be interested. But his eyes fell on the screen.

It was you.

Your profile picture showed a sweet smile, round cheeks, bright eyes. And the description… it was funny. You weren’t trying to impress — and maybe that’s why it already did.

He stayed silent for a few seconds, staring at the screen.

"...She’s pretty," he said, mostly to himself.

"Mhm, and she seems nice. Don’t tell me it’s not worth at least a conversation?"

Leon bit the corner of his lip, thoughtful. "It’s just a conversation, right?"

"Exactly. A ‘hi’. Maybe a ‘how are you?’. Do you even remember how to flirt or should I type it for you too?"

Leon grabbed the phone from his friend’s hand, rolling his eyes — but the corner of his mouth betrayed a small smile.

"Alright. Just this once."

[...]

Days went by as your conversations with Leon developed. Talking to him was a little… different. The blonde was kind of cold in texts, didn’t always get your sense of humor, and sometimes took forever to reply. Still, he seemed like a decent guy and very respectful. You still remembered how hard you laughed when he told you how he made his dating profile.

After a week of chatting, you both decided to meet up, even though Leon was still a bit reluctant. The age difference wasn’t a problem for you — you always preferred older men. For him, though, it was still a little confusing. It wasn’t a huge gap, but it was still there.

The day came — at night — when Leon came to pick you up for the date. You saw him through your bedroom window, standing outside the car, taking a deep breath and talking to himself.

So cute.

He was wearing a white shirt under a blue blazer, dress pants, and his hair, as always, was perfect. As you walked outside, you saw him brushing off his clothes — he clearly didn’t know how to hide his nerves.

Leon seemed very different in person than in texts. Besides being a gentleman who kissed your hand, opened the car door, and complimented your outfit, he actually knew how to hold a conversation — even if he threw in a few awful dad jokes. He was taller than he looked in pictures, and definitely more muscular… honestly, he was hot.

Leon’s heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest — it was his first real date in years. You were beautiful, sweet, and smelled amazing… He knew he’d have to control himself not to kiss you right there in the car.

The way your breasts peeked out slightly from your dress neckline caught his attention — one wrong move and he’d be staring too much. You looked so delicate and sweet, so… perfect.

At the restaurant, his chivalry stayed the same. Your body shivered every time he spoke. That deep voice filled your ears, drowning out the other sounds of the place.

"So, are you in college?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Yeah..." you laughed. "But probably not for long. I hate my major."

"Why? I thought you liked psychology." His voice sounded genuinely concerned.

Leon’s large hand reached out to touch yours, covering it completely. His hand was big and slightly rough, but still comforting.

"I don’t know… I just don’t feel the same passion I used to, you know? Like, when you finally reach that childhood dream of working with something and then, after a while… it just doesn’t make sense anymore."

That hit Leon deeply. He knew exactly what you were feeling… he’d felt it too.

"Yeah… I know that feeling all too well."

[...]

"Oh my God, yes! It’s so crazy... like, some people really mistake kindness for flirting," you said, laughing, covering part of your face, a little embarrassed by how much fun you were having.

Leon chuckled too, that low, rough laugh that came straight from his chest. He looked at you with a glint in his eyes, elbows on the table, glass forgotten beside him.

"I’m like... girl, I just helped you, okay? I don’t want you."

You burst into laughter. The way he said things, with a hint of sarcasm but never mean, made your stomach feel warm — it wasn’t just the laughs, it was his presence. His direct gaze, lips slightly parted as if always about to say something that’d make you smile. It was impossible not to feel at ease with him.

Conversations with Leon flowed with such delicious ease, so naturally, it felt like you’d known each other for much longer. You couldn’t even remember the last time you laughed so much on a first date — or when you allowed yourself to feel this comfortable with someone. Usually, you hated being touched during conversations; your personal space was sacred. But with him… it felt different.

Leon’s touch was almost hypnotic. He spoke calmly, sometimes pausing to listen to you, and in those moments, he let his fingertips lightly caress your hand. He did it like it was automatic, intimate without being invasive — like he had memorized your skin’s rhythm. And you loved it. Loved it so much that when he stopped, you missed it.

"Are you sleepy?" he asked, voice soft, eyes watching yours.

"A little… but I don’t want this to end yet," you admitted, looking down for a second, feeling your cheeks warm. You meant it.

Leon gave a slow, shy smile. He glanced around, calculating time, the hour, the distance.

"It’s getting late. I can take you home, if you want. I don’t want you walking alone."

You hesitated for a second. Not out of fear — you just didn’t want the moment to end. But he was looking at you like that — kind, protective, no pressure. Just him being… him.

"You’re gonna drop me off and then disappear from the app, huh?" you teased, half-joking but also testing him.

Leon raised an eyebrow. "If I disappear, will you miss me?"

You looked away, smiling to yourself. "Maybe."

He stood up, offering his hand, and you took it without thinking much — his fingers closed around yours with both firmness and gentleness, the kind of touch that made you forget the world outside existed.

The walk to the car was calm, sidewalks quiet under the yellow glow of the streetlights. He opened the door for you, and for a moment, when you sat down, the scene didn’t feel like an ending — but the start of something.

On the drive to your house, the conversation continued — softer, more intimate. You talked about little things, shared interests, bad movies from childhood, what you both hated about Sunday nights. Leon drove with one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally resting on your thigh, touching your exposed skin lightly — and that small gesture made your heart skip.

When he parked in front of your house, he turned off the engine but didn’t rush to say goodbye. He just stayed there, turned toward you, eyes locked on yours.

"Thank you for tonight, really," you said, voice softer than you expected.

Leon tilted his head slightly. "I think… it’s been a while since I felt this way. Light. It was good."

"It was great," you corrected, smiling.

And for a moment, silence fell — that kind of silence full of unsaid things.

You hesitated at the door handle but turned to him again.

"You’re gonna text me, right?"

"I will," he promised — and you believed him.

You meant to get out of the car, go into your house, and freak out like any normal girl would after a date with a hot guy, but your body wouldn’t move.

You let go of the handle and sat back, looking at him, noticing how his blue eyes looked even more intense.

"I was gonna leave, but…" you laughed nervously, "I don’t know… I can’t."

"Good. I was already regretting not kissing you before you left," he said, smiling softly.

He leaned his head back against the seat, glancing between your eyes and lips. You mimicked his posture, resting your head back too.

"So you do want to kiss me?"

"Fuck yeah," he whispered, the sound tickling your stomach.

A silence filled the space before the blonde leaned closer, inch by inch, until his lips met yours.

Leon’s lips moved with gentle hunger, savoring yours. His tongue danced with yours in a slow rhythm, making the car feel warmer by the second.

A moan escaped your throat when his fingertips touched your thigh again — this time moving up and down against your soft skin.

Hearing your moan, feeling the vibration of your voice in his lips, made his pants tighter — his cock growing harder, craving your wet, warm touch. You ran your fingers through his platinum hair, tugging slightly, earning a low groan from Leon. His fingers pushed your dress up until they reached the spot he wanted most, brushing against your damp panties.

His touch made you shiver. Breathless, you pulled away, but your faces stayed close. Heavy breathing, flushed skin, lingering tension… you wanted more. A lot more.

Without thinking too much, your small hand found his cock over his pants, squeezing gently and feeling his size, drawing a sharp inhale from Leon who shut his eyes, gripping your thigh harder.

So many years without a touch that wasn’t his own, so much time craving a moment like this — he just wanted to rip that dress off and fuck you until you forgot your own name. Feel your warm pussy swallowing him, squeeze and suck your tits while you rode him hard...

But this was your first date. And he wanted a second one. He knew that if you had sex now, there was a chance it wouldn’t happen.

"Baby… wait," he said, pulling your hand away, opening his eyes. "How about we save that for another day, hmm?"

"You don’t want to?" you asked, hesitant.

He chuckled, kissing your neck.

"Oh honey… if you only knew what I really want to do to you right now… but I think we should wait for a second date. What do you think?"

You felt his tongue teasing your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made your head spin.

"I think that’d be good…"

"Yeah?" he smiled. "I promise, next time, you’ll get to touch me as much as you want. But now, you need to rest."

You kissed a few more times before saying goodnight and finally getting out of the car.

Damn… you wanted him so badly.

[heartfullofleeches]

[tw: mentions of periods]

Magical Darling threatening to transfer their cramps to Vendetta [Magical Boy Yan] when he pissed them off - completely forgetting distribution of pain is one of their main powers-

"Today is not the day for you to be messing with me, Vendetta."

"Aw, lighten up a little. Me and this tongue of mine could be pretty useful to you in your current situation- You know I heard-"

"Transfer."

"ow....OW! WHAT THE FUCK, OH GOD! I FORGOT HOW MUCH OF A NIGHTMARE THIS IS! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I HAD THAT SHIT RIPPED OUT OF ME, MAKE IT STOP!"

[ancuiri]

Happy Valentine's Day 💌

Now Valentine's Day will be 18th, just so you know. For repost or any activity I'll kiss you, thanks 🌹 open for dop ↓

[gh0stbuster]

"Long Day?"

[bumblebeebats]

Just watched V for Vendetta for the first time and guys, im losing it. Not because it was good, bc of fucking course it was, just as good as everyone always told me it was, but because in all the discussion I've heard about this movie over the years, no one ever prepared me for the fact that plot of the first half sounds like a Tiktok-bait dark romance novel. What if you were a beautiful young Natalie Portman orphan and you were attacked by bad guys, but were saved at the last moment by a mysterious masked manic pixie dream terrorist who ends up sort of accidentally kidnapping you for your own safety and locking you in his undergound hideout, except did i mention he's also clearly extremely rich and well-read and the curator of an unofficial museum of forbidden culture and art, and when he's not out murdering fascists or dorkily sword-fighting a suit of armor he's showing you his favorite black and white movies and cooking you breakfast in a frilly apron? What then? I mean sure, the months of psychological prison torture were a bit much, but let's be real, Colleen Hoover love interests have done worse

[mossymandibles]

“A being of smokeless fire unwittingly harnessed for a ceaseless forge, they were granted a voracity for wrath and vengeance.”

[galacii-gallery]

Vendetta,,,

Vendetta belongs to @darkxsoulzyx / @thedarkzyxabyss

[thedarkzyxabyss]

Also here they are! All versions of 02/Radio/TV that I've made so far! ^^

This was originally a small guide for my friend to draw all of them, showing their markings and differences, but I might as well post them here too.

Maybe I can post their lore and stories here soon? :3 We'll see!

Anyways, here are their individual references!

TV

the original (at least the very first one)

an upgraded 02! (more on what that means another time)

was working with a certain virus previously, but now is on his own

former amnesiac, he knows what he's supposed to be doing. frankly, doesn't do it out of spite <3

Fallacy

an upgraded 02 variant, technical darker variant of TV

travels frequently between the UTMV multiverse and an unknown one...

very closed off (unless you're a certain someone of his)

he's totally friendly guys (i say, like a liar)

seems to remember some things...

Scrap

an 02 variant that slipped between the spaces of AUs, ending up in Salvage (created by @galacii )

was mainly created for this setting! A fun little what-if to explore

has yet to be developed further (hopefully soon :3)

not upgraded nor even powered on! (Low-Battery Mode)

Radio

an 02 variant

works with Shattered Dream (by @galacii )

has a piece of Shattered's SOUL inside of him :3

currently trying his best to help Shattered with his goals

still an amnesiac, but doesn't mind not knowing any of his past for now!

(You can find out more about him here: @shit-hell-no-radio )

Vendetta

a Radio variant ? (02 variant) ???

a collection of mismatch parts from other 02 variants stitched together to make something new...

originally was a Radio from a previous time...

doesn't know who he is anymore

my favorite 02 variant :3 (sorry Radio idsgjsdogjsighsoi)

hunts other 02s for parts (and a certain someone as well...)

Renaissance

A Vendetta variant (these just keep getting more and more complex :skull:)

basically the result of a different route Vendetta could have gone down- a non-canon off shoot of his story :3

Ren is made up of a few different 02s than Vendetta

funkier, more messed-up version of Vendetta (yikes)

######

a 02 variant that's... not really an 02 anymore

a ghost possessing an 02 to use as its vessel

currently looking for work

basically me repurposing an older OC that needed a body :3

more to come about him maybe later..??

sooo yeah! Yay for 02 variants!

[o-81]

morning☕️

[strawberryshortcake0413]

Last hope (part 1)

Characters:yandere Leon S Kennedy (older version) x reader

Disclaimer: This fanfic contains dark-themed topics, such as kidnapping, depression, suicidal thoughts, non-consent, unwanted pregnancy,etc

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. MDNI

Warning: yandere Leon Kennedy, kidnapping, non-consent, depressed reader, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, unwanted pregnancy, emotional & mental abuse, out of character leon etc

@dollywons credits for the divider, thank you :))

The pictures used does not belong to me!!!

Chapters: pt2 pt3 pt4

“Fuck off” you muttered to your Alex. Today was already as hard as it was. You didn't need him giving you unnecessary advice on how to grief a patient.

Who does he think he is?? You thought to yourself. Listening to a bratty egotistical younger resident telling you what to do when your patient dies during surgery? No. At least you will not tolerate his behavior.

Growing up with a careless single mother in poverty may have made you like this. Always numb and cold. That's just what people think of you.

You weren't always this unattending. In the first year of medical school, you were the nicest and the most helpful student there is. Things changed as your career proceeded within the years. You saw how ugly people can be. They took you as weak and something they can use to get what they want.

Not again. Never again

The loud alarm went off in the hospital wing. You quickly got up as your pager rang. In-room 303, there was a little girl. 10 years old, had a diagnosis of cardiomyopathy. When you were working the night shift and doing regular rounding checkups, she talked about her birthday plan to you.

“I want Princess Jasmine to attend my birthday party. Her hair is so long and shiny and pretty and, and she's pretty. She's also so smart. Mommy promised me she would come” the girl suddenly stopped. After a few seconds she opened her mouth again.

“She said she… she will come if I live… will I live? Doctor?”

You thought about the past as the attending announced her time of death. 23:44. 12th of May, 2015.

Two patients. Two patients. In one day.

Hiding from people, you hugged your knees in the corner of an empty hallway as you sobbed. God. People thought you were heartless. What other choice do you have when you have no choice but to leave your toxic mother who had no other motivation in life other than drinking, to build a better future for yourself. What other choice do you have when you were the best student in the school but had no money for college? Would you rather stay with your mom to take care of her all your life, doing everything that drives you insane or follow your dreams?

Unfortunately for you, your dream was not something you imagined. Burden, depression, exhaustion were the main 3 words you could use for this job.

Not to mention the creepy, flirty attendings. Always being underestimated by the men in the field.

After the long hard 24 hours and arguing with your mentor about your recent research about brain cancer, you took a box with your belongings.

Bitch

The old fat man fired you for standing up for yourself. Why would you allow anyone to take ideas from your paper? Especially if they were your teacher.

Fine. I'll find a better job in a better hospital.

After putting on your comfortable black coat and causing your boss to fire you for no actual good reason, you walked to your car with the box in your hand.

“Fuck” you yelled as you struggled to open the car door with the damn box in hand. In the reflection of the car window at midnight you saw a face behind you. Just as you were going to turn away, something was put around your nose and mouth and everything went black.

Leon grinned to himself as he carefully put the young woman in his jeep. Tonight was the new moon. There was almost no light in the parking lot and he was sure the cameras couldn't catch the glimpse of his face.

He observed her for a few weeks. First he got a little headache and decided to go to the hospital, only to find a little angel for himself.

Leon noticed she was quite unique compared to the women he met before. Even though he wouldn't say she's rude, she wasn't exactly nice either. He was sure he could fix her up nicely to become a sweet little wife for him.

His baby just needed some guidance in life. What would he be if he let go of this girl to become a rude old bitch. Instead she could help the community by giving Leon a family he wanted for the last few months too much.

Staring at his sweet pumpkin through the rear view window, he was planning what to do next. For the last week he had already planned what to do. But his bunny was in a worse condition than he thought. Overworked herself, dressed in sad gloomy clothes. He would strip her out of these and put her in comfortable , cotton pajamas.

And feed her. He knows what she eats in a day. Sad cold dark coffee with a tuna sandwich for breakfast. No lunch. Leftover pizza or burger for dinner. Leon will make sure she eats plenty of vegetables and homemade food that will nurture her.

During the night he changed her clothes to what he had bought for her.

“Just perfect” he muttered as the t-shirt he got fit her perfectly. Hugging her waist, making her breast more prominent. He held himself back from touching her cunt as he pulled down her pants, along with her underwear.

He sniffed her and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent. “I’ll show you how much I love you when you wake up honey. Not yet… Leon… gotta wait” he muttered to himself.

He put a little underwear on her and undressed himself. Crawling next to the love of his life, Leon put an alarm at 4am on his phone.

“The drug should be out by then,” Leon thought as he cuddled her.

After a few hours Leon was woken by clicking on the doorknob. His angel had woken up and was trying to open the door. Leon sneakily grabbed his phone and looked at the time. 3am.

The blonde signed and got up, causing his angel to scream and throw a vase on the shelf nearby at him.

“Get away from me, you freak!” you yelled, almost on the verge of crying making Leon's heart beat faster. He hated seeing you in pain.

“It's okay. It's okay, baby. Everything will be alright.” Leon cooed, getting up from the bed to her.

“Step away!” You screamed, throwing the left souvenirs on the shelf to him.

Leon walked in a few short big steps, in hurry and stopping you before you hurt yourself.

“It's okay my baby. Daddys here to take care of you. It's okay. Calm down. Everything will be okay.. no more work, no more ignoring yourself. It's okay..” Leon muttered trying to calm you down. He gripped your arms tightly above your head while kissing your head.

You squirm while sobbing, trying to kick him.

“What did I do to you?? Let me go.” You demanded squirming more, causing Leon to tighten his grip. Leon kept muttering to you his reassuring words while kissing your face all over when you managed to kick him in the crotch.

He let go of you and inhaled deeply, trying not to lash out on his dove on their 1st day as a couple.

“Y/n…. Honey… calm down…” he breathed out.

After a while of trying, Leon gave up. The constant cursing and screaming were giving him an awful headache, same as the ones he gets after missions.

“SHUT UP BITCH” he yelled at you, shaking your arms. Your eyes widened as you shut down, the room was quite apart from your sniffling and leons hard breathing.

“Please… just… let me go…” you sniffed out. You haven't felt this humiliated and weak since you were a little girl. Since your mother used to beat you after not cooking for her. Since you went against her words. Your childhood wasn't something you liked talking about, nor getting pity from strangers. You wanted nothing to do with the alcoholic bitch. When you were near her, you were a prisoner.

Ironic, now I'm a real prisoner

Leon breathed out and stared intensely. Suddenly he grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him before jumping on the bed. You protested, tried to bite his arm, kick him, scream, call for help, every way. Leon almost tore the piece of garments he put on her before.

“What are you doing?? Stop. No. Stop-” you protested, only for him to shut you up with a kiss.

After the first night, Leon felt guilty. Not because he made love to his lover when she was throwing a tantrum. But because of the way he lashed out on her. For the last few days she was avoiding him, sitting in corners, not eating or making any noise. After a while being a gentleman as he is, Leon decided to surprise his bunny.

“Honey. I'm home” Leon smiled, locking the doors securely. He hid a small box behind his back.

You crawled away from him, to the edge of the bed. Leon reached out his hand to pull your hair back.

“My beautiful baby. Did you miss me?” He grinned stupidly. You wanted to cry. But you didn't want to show him your weakness, especially after that night. Leon frowned as you pulled your head back.

“Look what daddy got you sweet girl. I know you overworked yourself so daddy got you vitamins.” He grinned as he showed the box.

You frowned seeing it. The multi vitamins that had fruit flavors.

“Don't you like it? Daddy got you this one specifically because the pharmacist told me a lot of trying women get it” Leon smiled, placing his hand on your thigh.

You snatched the vitamin to see what it has.

Vitamin D, B6, B12, Vitamin C, Vitamin A, B9

What the actual fuck

“Are you insane??” You yelled. Leon's eyebrows raised. You finally said a word to him after the event, but yelling at him? He can't be having his wife yelling at the breadwinner.

“Dove. Watch your mouth” Leon said calmly, but his grip tightened.

“All I ever wanted for you is happiness honey. We will have many children. Look around the bedroom honey. The outside. Can't you see we are more than available to raise children? You're young and beautiful. We can have children. For now, I'm worried you're short on essential vitamins. And I heard it could affect fertility” Soon his eyes narrowed as he understood it was necessary to take another way.

“I know what I did was… wrong… Maybe you would have wanted me to approach it in a traditional way. But I just couldn't wait for you. Plus… you already know you would have rejected my offer. You were too deep in hurting yourself. I'm helping you. I'm helping us. We're building a future. Together”

“You should go to therapy”

Leon narrowed his eyes again. “Sleep well angel. You're not clearly thinking well” he said, kissing the forehead before lying beside you.

During the night you tossed around. What if you could overdose on vitamins and just end this suffering? There was no one to look out for you. You got fired, the only family you have is an alcoholic that you cut contact with, and no real friends. You were alone in this.

[larvamars]

Who Really Cares

[jussafish]

ooold art old art, this was like 2023 when I first saw vendetta and used my oc from village and continued it with leon. the timeline doesnt work with vendetta but i just stole the fit xD. I understand lore wise leon and chris work for different orgs, and the bsaa at the end of re8 is shakey but like... its a self ship oc XD THE LORES GON BE ROCKY. Its another favor chris asked of leon. i dont bite if people have questions

[heartfullofleeches]

Eve [Magical girl yan]: So you're a guy.

Vendetta [Magical boy yan]: Damn straight-

Eve: And you're a guy-

Currently unnamed sunshine magical boy: Y-yeah-

Eve: Are there any female magical people left?

Trans Fem Magical Darling: *waves*

[Eve picks the other woman up and throws her over her shoulder.]

Eve: You're coming with me.

[ancuiri]

Something else was planned for today, but I don't play by the rules