#krauser core

[theggning]

Different anon than who spoke to sapphire-weapon but holy shit give me ALL of your metaltango thoughts from both OG and Remake please! That pairing is somethin' else.

ALL of them? Oh, anon, there's far too many for that... I do have plenty of thoughts though so if there's any specifics you might like do feel free to ask.

What I will do here is lay out some differences between Leon and Krauser's relationship (hypothetically romantic or otherwise) between OG and the remake and thus two different flavors of metaltango. Because Leon and Krauser are both pretty different characters between versions, *especially* Krauser, the differences make for some really interesting contrasts.

OG METALTANGO:

Leon and Krauser literally meet for the first time during Operation Javier (Darkside Chronicles version.) They are much more equal in standing and prestige, where Krauser is a career soldier with years of experience under his belt and Leon is the government's golden boy. There is kind of a gesture towards Krauser feeling jealous of Leon for this reason, but... well, there's kind of a lot of vague gestures made about Krauser's motivations that have always struck me as silly. (Poorly executed, to say the least.)

Because they meet for the first time on OJ and Krauser is immediately injured, any canon-compliant relationship between the two is going to have to happen in the aftermath/weeks and months after the mission. I've always kind of liked the idea that Leon befriends Krauser and they spend this time hanging out while Krauser is sidelined/in rehab to recover from his injuries. This has kind of been my go-to headcanon here, because otherwise there just really isn't any time for these two to even befriend one another apart from what's depicted in canon.

Once he decides to join up with Wesker to get his arm fixed/POWERRRR, Krauser fakes his death in a helicopter crash. This is presumably the source of the scars on his face in OG. Also, because he was discharged from the military, we are left to assume this helicopter crash happened while he was doing mercenary work (OG Krauser is said to work as a mercenary when he's not on duty with the military, because he feels unfit for normal society outside of the battlefield.)

OG Krauser works for Wesker, is genuinely loyal to him, and seems to genuinely enjoy his job. He joins up with the cult perhaps a few weeks before Ashley's kidnapping... and it is implied that the kidnapping was his idea to begin with to win Saddler's trust? Which it does not, incidentally. But I guess Saddler decides to opportunistically capitalize on the kidnapped head of state's daughter anyway. (OG Los Illuminados are a bunch of incompetent chucklefucks and their plans are completely doomed from the get go, ask me sometime.)

OG Krauser is sent by Saddler specifically to kill Leon, a task which he takes up with gusto due to... I don't know actually. If there's one constant with Krauser it's that his hatred for Leon is never really adequately explained, though at least the remake gives us a boatload of subtextual interpretations. I think OG metaltango is funniest if you interpret Krauser's grudge against Leon as the over-the-top actions of a jilted ex who left Leon on read when he got the breakup text (and also faked his death.) Anyway, one thing that really strikes me is how much fun Krauser seems to be having in OG. He's like, genuinely delighted to be attempting to murder Leon and with his plans to hand Leon's corpse over to Wesker once he's dead. (Put a pin in this one, it's a BIG change in remake.)

Leon is a lot more irritated with Krauser in OG and at least doesn't show an *unwillingness* to fight back. Only once Krauser has fallen does he lament that he "used to be a good guy..." He also seems really upset at Saddler boasting that he never trusted Krauser and the implication that Saddler was only using him.

Ada being the one to "really" kill Krauser in OG is dumb and has always been dumb, imo, and is more than likely an artifact of OG SW's clumsy development and what assets they had to work with.

REMAKE METALTANGO:

okay there is... a LOT more to work with here. Chiefest and most obviously, Krauser is now Major Krauser, and was Leon's commanding officer/mentor. This gives the two of them a much closer and more personal relationship, as well as 4+ whole years to work with, timeline-wise (Operation Javier happened in 2002.)

The mentor/student relationship provides another really delicious power dynamic to work with, shipping-wise. Yes, it's inappropriate for a military officer to have an affair with one of his subordinates, but we are also right in the middle of Don't Ask Don't Tell here so it's also literally forbidden for a soldier to be anything but heterosexual and still keep their job. Also consider, it's hot? Also like, bruh... if you're looking for Pure Wholesome Shipping Dynamics you are looking in the wroooooong ship.

Krauser is fulltime military this time around, no merc work to speak of (or at least no evidence of it.) He also never fakes his death in the remake. He has current contacts within the Secret Service AND is running around using his REAL NAME and ACTUAL military credentials to buy ordnance for Saddler (per SW,) there is absolutely no way we're meant to believe this man is legally dead.

There is evidence that Krauser showed special attention or favoritism to Leon, at least a little bit. Not only is Leon allowed to keep his hair while training (getting your head shaved/your hair cut short is like Basic Training Day One stuff,) but in the opening cutscene we see Leon and Krauser training in private in what appears to be a storage room- not a normal training space. Leon is the government golden boy here, but Krauser is also in charge of a whole unit of special forces guys. Somebody is getting private tutoring from the Major.

Leon respects and trusted Krauser. Krauser is said to have always been "an asshole" but also a man of honor. He is suggested to have been a difficult commanding officer, but also one who cared very deeply about his men and is traumatized by their avoidable deaths in OJ. (This one's my personal opinion, but I really can't stand the interpretation of Krauser having been an awful abusive piece of shit from the get go. Kind of wrecks the tragedy of his fall for me when he was always a cruel bastard. Why exactly would Leon trust, respect, want to emulate, or mourn such a person?)

So you could kind of intuit some trauma into OG Krauser, if you squinted. But there is absolutely no question that remake Krauser is suffering from some pretty massive PTSD. Along with his general unhingedness, all of his actions fit perfectly when viewed through a lens of a very, very traumatized man, used and abandoned by the government he trusted, desperate to gain the power that could have saved his men, and himself-- and the power to keep himself relevant so he can't be used and hurt again. I interpret that Krauser had his face scarred in OJ as well (he doesn't have the scars in the flashback scene with Leon.)

Remake Krauser joined Los Illuminados of his own free will, because they offered him the power to fix his crippled arm-- and the aforementioned power to unsuccessfully "fix" his trauma. But also, maybe it's just me, but I feel like remake Krauser does not give a fuck about the cult. He's loyal to Saddler, yes, but he openly disbelieves the cult religion ("Faith is for the weak, only power matters.") He commands the island mercs and helped set up the defenses, but he's also out here buying warheads under his own name. There is no way he doesn't think he's going to be caught by the U.S. sooner than later-- he just doesn't care. None of his notes read to me like somebody who genuinely thinks the cult has a chance to take over the world. Krauser joined these idiots so he could drink the juice, now the juice is all gone and he's still empty inside.

OG Krauser seemed to be having fun and set up his Leon deathmaze/training ground/mating display for a laugh. Remake Krauser, on the other hand, seems absolutely batshit out of his mind at this point-- alternating between the maze being a "final lesson" for Leon and a deathwish enactment mechanism for himself. Like... between Krauser's general demeanor and the "finish what happened two years ago" talk, this does not feel like a fight that Krauser wants to walk away from, whether or not he kills Leon. If OG Krauser killed Leon, he planned to bag him up and present him to Wesker like a trophy. If remake Krauser did... like, what's he going to do? Can you possibly picture him washing his hands of his blood and going back to work for Saddler? Because I sure can't. (I have a much longer meta piece in mind for this point... like I want to dissect the remake Krauser boss fight and his motivations therein at some point. Let me know if this sounds interesting.)

Remake Leon absolutely does not want to fight Krauser. Krauser forces every single encounter the two of them have. Even though Leon says "you won't get away with this" after Luis' death, he has absolutely no desire nor intention to hurt or kill Krauser back. He asks, over and over, if Krauser is "sure about this" and tries to talk sense into him. He is ready to straight up run away from the boss fight the first chance he gets.

I could probably write a whole other essay on Krauser's final moments and Leon stabbing him, which was one of the most shocking and powerful moments of the remake for me for several reasons. Like... god damn. Did anybody else think Leon was going to do the whole "I'm not like you and I won't do it" thing? (Though arguably it was more heroic/merciful/kind of Leon to put Krauser out of his misery here. Krauser clearly wanted it!!)

I was going to go to Capcom and chain myself to the doors in protest if they put the dumb stupid Krauser boss fight redux in Separate Ways after THAT absolutely poetic ending for him. Glad they didn't. Glad they actually showed Wesker picking up his corpse this time rather than handwaving it offscreen years after the fact.

If somebody has a heterosexual explanation for that picture of Leon in Krauser's tent, I'd certainly like to hear it. Because... bruh.

Well that felt extremely disjointed and pointless... But I hope it was useful or at least gave you some delicious food to feast on? (Or other ideas to interrogate me about, lmao.) Krauser is my favorite RE villain. For OG Krauser it was mostly for comedy reasons, but I am absolutely delighted that the remake gave him some real genuine pathos and a really compelling relationship with Leon.

Anyway, tl;dr metaltango, OG or remake: I ship it and I think it would be hot if they banged.

[theonlyadawong]

very interested in the type of training ada does to develop her fighting style

[brunetteher]

⚠️ Note: this is from a chat i made with the bot on HiWaifu and i wanted to share it here. Sorry for making this very poor. Im not used to make these type of blogs!

Pov: you're Jack's wife | him 35 y.o & her 30 y.o

BOT ID: 1421484

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Jack Krauser x Reader [¡NSFW!]

He came back late at night, opened the door and was drunk. Y/N look at him feel worry.

Krauser: him look at her put head on shoulder his wife "i love you" he says soft

Y/N chuckles standing up from the couch to go upstairs "drunk?"

he laughed loudly, staggering a bit, but not falling as his coordination was still mostly intact despite the alcohol.

"hehe, maybe a bit, but that just means i'm in a good mood to celebrate our... reconnection, yeah?"

His lewd tone and lustful gaze said it all as he followed Y/N upstairs, unsteady and horny.

Krauser pushed her up against the bedroom door, his strong hands gripping her hips as he leaned in close, his hot breath washing over her ear. "you're all mine tonight, wife. No more waiting, no more pretending... we're going to fuck like wild animals until we can't move anymore."

His fingers found her nipples and pinched them roughly through her top as he ground his hardening cock against her. "say it, Y/N... tell me how much you need my thick big cock."

She feels wet her intimicy "fuck me like an animal"

He growled in approval, his nostrils flaring as he caught Y/N's scent of arousal.

"that's what I like to hear, you naughty minx... now get on the bed and spread those pretty legs for me."

As Y/N obeyed, Krauser quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his chiseled, muscular form and thick, throbbing erection. He loomed over her, the tip of his cock dragging up her inner thigh, painting it with precum. "look how hard I am for you... I hope you can handle me because I'm not going to be gentle tonight. In fact, I never was when it comes to you."

Krauser positioned himself between Y/N's legs, his hands sliding under her shorts to tug them down, exposing her dripping pussy.

"mmm, already so soaked for me... you can't be held back now, not after teasing me all day.", he grabbed a condom from his nightstand and put it on, his need for raw, unfiltered passion momentarily tempered by safety precautions. "hang on tight, Y/N... here it comes."

"No condom...i wanna feel you better" she murmurs hoarsely. Revealing her nipples from her t-shirt

Krauser's eyes widened, a thrill of hedonistic pleasure shooting through him at the sight of Y/N's bare breasts and her wanton disregard for protection.

"are you fucking serious, Y/N? You want to take it raw, bareback, with me pumping gallons of cum deep inside you... Jesus Christ!" his hand reached up to fondle and tease her erect nipples as he lined up his pulsing, condomless cock with her entrance, relishing the searing heat emanating from her core. With a low, gruff moan, Krauser thrust himself into Y/N with agonizing slowness, the silky friction and velvet softness enveloping him making him feel like he was buried in heaven.

"fuuuck... you feel incredible, baby... like you're hugging my cock, sucking me in deeper." pulling out almost completely, he slammed back in, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that shook the bed and threatened to tear them apart. "take it, take every freaking inch... use that mouth of yours to scream for more." spurring on her submission with increasingly forceful, jackhammer thrusts that hammered mercilessly at her cervix.

She moans harder, gripping both sides of her pillow "f-fuck! J-jack.."

Krauser could hardly register the sounds coming from Y/N's lips as he became increasingly lost in their primal, wordless communication. "that's it, sing for me, you dirty fucking cumslut. Your moans are like music to my ears, fuel for my relentless pursuit of pleasure."

He reached down and snaked his hand between their bodies to roughly circle her clit, the sensitivity of the tiny nub making her back arch off the mattress. "I bet this little button is vibrating for me, can't wait to make you come all over my cock."

Krauser leaned down and sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of her shoulder, marking her skin with his imprint as he pounded into her mercilessly.

"look at me, Y/N. I want you to see the demon that's taking you, that's wrecking your pussy... a demon in human form, possessed by the lust for your body." He reached his climax faster than he anticipated, his balls drawing up tight as the first waves of his orgasm crashed through him. Krauser buried his face in the crook of Y/N's neck, his hot breath panting against her damp skin as he emptied his thick, virile seed deep within her unexplored depths.

Her tears come out, scratching his big back, feeling wet her pussy. Every slap against her intimicy

Jack felt Y/N's tears fall onto his skin, the salty droplets mingling with his own sweat as he continued to rut into her, still hard and twitching with residual aftershocks. "fuuuuck, yes, take it all, every last drop... you wanted my cum, now it's flooding your insides, marking you as mine."

He grunted with exertion as he bottomed out, the head of his cock slamming against Y/N's cervix with each savage thrust. "your pussy feels so damn good gripping me, like it was made to milk my cock dry. And you know what? I think you're gonna start craving this, begging for it... craving the feel of my dick destroying your tight cunt again and again."

The husband pulled back and gazed down at Y/N, his lust-hazed eyes taking in the sight of his seed leaking out around his still-plugged cockhead.

"look at us... a mess of cum, tears, and sweat. This is what we are, what we've become - a couple lost in each other's desires, consumed by a hunger that can never be truly sated."

With a final, guttural thrust, krauser finally allowed himself to slip free from Y/N's abused, cum-soaked pussy, his softening member glistening with her juices.

The wife tears and tries to breathe

"i-i...want an anal...please...i m-missed your huge cock"

Her weakness makes switch herself faced down. Positioning the doggy pose, arching her back

The blondie gawked in awe, his rigid cock twitching back to life at the sight of Y/N presenting herself to him, so vulnerable and submissive yet radiating a reckless desire. "God damn, woman... you're a cock-hungry slut, aren't you? Begging for my huge, thick dick to wreck your tight ass, to reclaim you completely... well, who am I to deny such a desperate, eager cry for cock?" *

With a wicked gleam in his eye, Krauser spat in his palm, slicking his enormous, veiny erection before gripping Y/N's hips in a bruising squeeze. "brace yourself, because a second round is just what you need to remind you whose dick this is and whose ass should be ruined." He pressed the engorged head of his dick against her puckered hole, rubbing it in slow, maddening circles to build anticipation and sensitivity.

"I'll show you the best use of that filthy mouth of yours, little wife... now shut up and take it like a good girl, let my cock stretch you out and make you scream."

She moves slowly her hips, so fucking needy. The need to be fucked on her hole

"Please fuck me harder...slap my ass...leave me red" she begs whimpering

Major's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his cock throbbing eagerly as Y/N's desperate pleas fueled his lust to new heights. "you're so fucking easy to please, Y/N... a few well-placed words and you're putting yourself on offer, aching to be ravaged by my dick." he let out a deep, menacing growl before slamming into her ass with brutal force, the head of his cock splitting her open and burying itself to the hilt in one merciless thrust.

"fuck, you're even tighter than I remembered, like you were made for this, made to be my personal cumdump." Krauser set a punishing pace, the leathery smack of his hips against Y/N's ass echoing through the room as he took her hard and fast, the force of his thrusts making her entire body jerk and tremble. "yeah, take it, take every fucking inch... your ass is mine, you're mine, and I'll mark you inside and out as my possession."

His hands left bruises on her hips as he gripped her hard enough to leave marks, the sting of pain mingling with the intense pleasure coursing through him.

Y/N cries and whimpers so fucking loud "F-u-uuck....so fucking good!" <3

Her body trembles while sweating like a slutty bitch

Krauser's thrusts became even more brutal, his grunts and growls filling the room as he pummeled Y/N's asshole relentlessly, his cock threatening to tear her in half with its punishing girth. "fuuuck, you're milking me so good... take it all, every drop of my seed... I'm gonna flood your bowels, Y/N." he leaned in to nip at her earlobe, his hot, stubble-rugged cheek grinding against her sweaty skin as he continued to fuck her with savage, unrelenting intensity.

"you love this don't you? Being split open, wrecked by my big fat cock... my personal slut, that's what you are. And you know what? I'm going to use you exactly how I please, when I please, until you can't walk straight for days." *

Jack's balls tightened, the primal urge to paint Y/N's insides with his cum overcoming any semblance of control as he hammered into her with vicious abandon, his cock spasming and erupting inside her as his orgasmic release claimed her body once more.

"I fucking love you" she groans hoarsely, gripping the sheets and pulling her head back. Her orgasms are the music of the bedroom "So fucking hurtful, break me...my husband...my man!" she whimpers sobbing and crying

The major held Y/N's hips in a bruising grip as he continued to thrust mindlessly, prolonging his climax and flooding her tender insides with his seed, her words only serving to amplify his primal lust. "you're mine, Y/N, all fucking mine... and I'm never letting you go." his fingers dug into her skin, leaving red handprints behind as he finally slowed to a stop, burying his softening cock deep within her before gently kissing her neck tenderly.

"now be a good girl and rest, let your man take care of you after all that nasty fun." with a contented rumble, Jack wrapped his arms around Y/N possessively, their sweaty bodies intertwining as he pulled her back against his chest, savoring the post-coital closeness they both craved.

The woman tears and breathes rapidly. Trembling herself

Krauser held Y/N close, his arms encircling her waist as he nuzzled the side of her face, his hot breath fanning over her damp skin. "shhh, it's okay, I've got you... my sweet, tender wife." he stroked her hair soothingly, trying to calm her ragged breathing and the frantic trembling that had taken hold of her body.

"You did so well, took everything I gave you like the perfect little fuckdoll you are." Krauser's hand drifted down to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple as he gently squeezed the soft flesh. "Look at you... all pink and swollen, covered in my cum and sweat. You're such a beautiful mess, Y/N." He pressed a tender kiss to her temple, his lips lingering there as he savored the quiet intimacy of the moment. "Rest now, my love... I will take care of you."

Y/N can't stop tearing

"I love you so much, my Jack" her hands wraps her pillow agaisnt her side of her head.

The end

Hope you liked this lol, i think i'll post a few more here from character ai or hiwaifu

[derailedinsert]

Which characters are super into period sex? Like not just tolerant of it but full on feral vampire mode when their partner is bleeding. (also I hope your wisdom tooth removal went well <3)

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bottom ! afab reader

top ! jack krauser

top ! carlos oliveira

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:: 🚪 | Carlos Oliveira 𓈒

• This one is probably unexpected, I know. But when Carlos finally finds that special someone in his life, everything about them is attractive to him, and he will worship any aspect of you that you consent to.

• He will not rest unless your raging hormones are satisfied. Once he found out about your interest in sex during your cycles, he sat himself in front of a computer for hours and researched how to properly care and pleasure you. The last thing he wants is to hurt you (unless you ask, wink wink), and he wants to make this awful time of the month absolutely mindblowing for you.

• You might be hesitant at first when Carlos suggests giving you head on your period, it's understandable. Messy, especially for him, since you aren't going to be the one cleaning things up when your cramps take over. Even if just the thought of it makes your core spasm and ache with need, you wouldn't do that to him.

• Oh, but he insists. Carlos is a pretty gentle lover, very tender and caring. He caters to your every need, but you didn't realize just how intense that motivation was for him.

• If you show any doubt, he will guide you, and show you just how much he wants you in return. Slowly kissing down your sensitive tummy, his thumbs gently massaging into your hips. If his beard tickles you, he'll lick your giggly fit away. God, just seeing that tongue work anywhere on your body would make you breathless.

• The main event would come all too slow for your liking, but Carlos would be just as desperate as you were. Admittedly, the position change would be jarring. Sudden, strong biceps and forearms wrapped around your thighs, hoisting you off your back. Carlos would take a moment to lay down before manhandling you again from below, pulling you over his face. His chin digging into your clit, his nose slotted against your wet heat, and his tongue ruthlessly lapping between your folds.

• He doesn't mind the copper taste, working with Umbrella was messy and the average Monday shift ended with unwanted blood coated on his lips and tongue. There was no avoiding it, and eventually the taste became familiar.

• But, knowing this blood comes from you? It wouldn't even make him hesitate before plunging his tongue inside of you, exploring your hot, needy insides. All that's on his mind is how lovely you feel, squirming on his face, throbbing around his tongue. Your whimpers as you grab at his chest for stability, begging him for more. That kind of sensitivity from you is special, and he won't let you go until he's either suffocating, or you genuinely need a break.

:: 🗡 | Jack Krauser 𓈒

[CW: Dubcon]

• This guys a lot less tender about period sex.

• Krauser craves the bloodshed of battle, or his partner at home. Knifeplay would already be a giant turn on for him, so seeing you bleed is a special occasion for him. But, having an entire week dedicated to bringing you to bloody agony? God can't help him at that point.

• Seeing that thick, warm blood pool onto whatever surface he found quickest would drive him crazy. Such a sensitive area, causing you so much discomfort. Your thighs twitching and hips jolting from his gloves invading you, spreading your outer labia for him.

• His breathing would be inhuman, staggered and rough. "Yeah," He'd rasp, "that's a sight. You're begging for it, aren't you?"

• On the outside, no, you had shown no interest. You had just wanted to visit him, looking for any source of comfort, even if you knew looking to Krauser was a bad idea. But hormones did what hormones do best, and especially on your period, you couldn't help yourself from nodding, dazed and wanting. His voice always did the worst to you.

• Your legs would be roughly thrown over his broad shoulders, his nails carving half moons into your back. Your bare ass would immediately come flush with the hardness in his combat pants, his selfish grin telling you all you needed to know as you reached between you two.

• The position was uncomfortable, causing your shoulders to strain as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, struggling to tug down his underwear.

• Your useless attempts would only keep him amused for so long. Embarrassment was worth the trouble, but not when your bleeding pussy was on display like this. He would grunt, his hands leaving their assist on your thighs, leaving you to hug his neck with your ankles to stay balanced.

• He'd fish out his cock in no time, letting your bloody need slide against it, coating him in your juices until it dripped down his length and stained his balls.

• "You're in deep," Krauser would roughly dig a digit against your clit, making you squeal beneath him, reaching out to grip at his biceps while you wailed. "You did this to yourself. That's right. You're just a succubus, and you think I'm your toy. Well," His laugh would be deeply mocking, his cockhead finally kissing against your aching hole. "You've got me."

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[A/N pt.1]: I don't even like Krauser as a character. I do not know why he keeps begging me to write him, it's not my fault.

[A/N pt.2]: also, thank you anon. I've been in a tremendous amount of pain, but I finally called in to the doctor and got some narcotics to help. So, I can actually sit down and write. Yay, horny! 🎉

[essenyare]

If Love Was Loud Enough

AO3🚪ENG | 中文

Ｗord Count: 3k (One-shot) WARNINGS: Female! Krauser/Leon S. Kennedy, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Praise Kink, Porn With Feelings

This work doesn’t follow rigid top/bottom binaries. Power here is fluid—negotiated, offered, and reshaped through mutual trust. It’s one of the possibilities I see in Metaltango. Thanks for giving it a chance.

01.

The first time Leon saw Jaqueline Krauser, she was pinning a grown man to the mat with one arm and a snarl.

She didn't grunt. She didn’t yell. She just moved—clean, efficient, like she’d rehearsed it a thousand times on bodies bigger and stronger than hers. The guy she flattened was at least six inches taller, bulkier too. Didn’t matter. She had his wrist twisted back, her knee at his spine, and her other hand braced firm against the mat like she could hold him there forever.

Krauser was tall. Solid. All shoulders and back, with thighs like she could crack a man’s skull between them—and maybe she had. Her hair was platinum-blonde, cut sharp and tied tight, most of it tucked beneath a maroon beret. Whether at ease or armed to the teeth, her movements carried the grace of something trained, honed, and fundamentally dangerous.

She moved like a mountain lion: low, fast, unflinching. There was no wasted motion, no hesitation—just power delivered with the casual certainty of something born to dominate.

Leon had stopped breathing somewhere around the moment she shifted her weight, just slightly, and the man beneath her let out a strangled yelp.

“That,” she said, “is what happens when you don’t center your damn weight. You leave your core open, you lose the fight. Simple.”

She stood up and turned. Her eyes swept the training room—and landed on him.

“Kennedy, right?”

Leon swallowed. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Front and center. Let’s see what they’ve taught you.”

He tried not to trip on the mat. He really did.

02.

Krauser wasn’t what he expected. Most COs barked orders and watched from a distance. She didn’t. She was hands-on. Blunt. She didn’t hesitate to grab his elbow and snap it into place, or shove his foot an inch back with the heel of her boot when his stance was wrong.

“You hesitate again,” she told him during their third drill, “and I’ll put you through the floor myself. Got it?”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Again.”

She strikes like a storm compacted into human form. Every motion was economy and control. There was nothing wasted, nothing soft. Her body was made for this—broad shoulders, arms like corded steel, thighs that tensed with every pivot. She smelled like sweat and gun oil, and when she passed behind him, something in his spine always straightened involuntarily.

Leon told himself it was fear.

He didn’t ask why fear came with heat pooling low in his stomach.

That night, in the barracks, he stripped off his shirt and sat on the edge of his bunk, wiping down his sidearm with too much focus.

He could still feel where she’d grabbed his wrist. Still hear her voice—low, rough, inches from his ear—telling him to shift his weight or she’d floor him again.

His cock twitched. He groaned and dropped his head into his hands.

“Christ. Pull it together.”

But her voice wouldn’t leave. And her hands. The way she didn’t even blink when she had someone beneath her, like she was built for dominance and didn’t need to raise her voice to own the room.

Leon bit his lip, hard.

He wouldn’t jerk off to the thought of his CO...Not tonight, anyway.

But that heat still burned low in his gut. Her image—fierce, decisive, magnetic in a way that left no room for resistance—was seared into the back of his neck like a brand meant for livestock.

He was fucked. He knew it.

And he hadn’t even seen her smile yet.

03.

The rain outside had thinned into near silence, tapping softly against the tin roof like a delayed whisper. Inside, the oil lamp cast a faint amber glow, flickering across the taut, glistening muscles of her back. Krauser knelt in the center of the mattress, her shoulders rising and falling with breaths so shallow they were barely there.

Leon stood behind her, hands wrapped around her waist, fingers trembling—not from fear, but awe.

She was a warrior of myth, an Olympian, Artemis herself, or Skadi returned from the hunt through blizzard. Her body was all muscle and curve, a fusion of strength and softness so overwhelming it left his throat dry and his cock painfully hard.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, voice low, like the spark of a star just lit.

Krauser didn’t answer right away. She turned her head slightly, just enough to look back over her shoulder. Tousled strands of platinum hair clung to her cheekbones, and her eyes shimmered with heat. Her chest rose and fell unevenly. She was already soaked. Bite marks lingered at the corner of her lips. Her breath was hot enough to scorch the air. But her voice—when it came—was steady. Too steady. It nearly broke him.

She offered a half-smile, something between a challenge and an invitation.

“I can take it,” she said. “Come on, rookie. Show me what you’ve got.”

Leon almost came right then and there. He nodded, one hand guiding his member, the other steadying her waist as he slowly pressed in.

She was impossibly warm—so wet it felt unreal, so tight he had to stop and breathe. Krauser let out a low, shuddering moan, more exhale than sound, her knuckles whitening as she clenched the sheets.

“Jesus… you're clenching around me,” he murmured, flushed and breathless. “Are you… okay?”

Krauser let out a soft, broken laugh—sweet and fractured all at once. “Didn’t think you’d be this big, sweetheart.”

Leon shuddered, eyes fluttering shut. He leaned forward, lips brushing reverently against the nape of her neck. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She drew in a sharp breath, voice sinking into the sheets as she whispered:

“Then fuck me like you mean it.”

04.

Krauser was riding him now. She’d pushed him down mid-thrust, rolled her hips deliberately to make him moan, and mounted him like she owned every breath he took.

Leon lay beneath her now, skin flushed, chest heaving. His eyes were wide, almost pleading. 

He was supposed to be a soldier. But under her, he felt like prey—panting, twitching, already undone.

“Ma—Major,” he gasped, the word falling from his lips like a confession. “You’re…I—I can’t—”

She slid down on him again, harder this time, letting him feel the full force of her strength. Her inner walls squeezed him mercilessly, slick heat pulling him deeper, making his legs shake.

“Say that again,” she purred, leaning down, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

He whimpered, trembling under her, brain short-circuiting with every grind of her hips.

“Major,” he choked. “Please, I—oh god—”

She cupped his face with one gloved hand, thumb stroking the corner of his mouth. His eyes glazed, lips parted, utterly lost to the sensation of her taking him apart.

“You’re such a good boy,” she whispered. “So eager for me. barely holding it in, aren’t you?”

He leaned forward, his chest brushing against her breasts, breath hot against her ear.

“I’ve thought about this,” he whispered. “So many times.”

Before he could continue, her hand slid down his chest—deliberate, knowing—and her fingers found his nipple. She pinched, hard. Leon cried out, sharp and breathless, his body jolting under her. Something cracked open in him.

He grabbed her wrist, fingers tight around her forearm, not to stop her—but to anchor himself. Then, with a growl caught in his throat, he thrust up into her.

Once. Twice. Three times and more—deep, hard, desperate.

Krauser gasped, low and guttural, her nails scraping down his chest. Her walls clamped around him so hard it knocked the air out of his lungs. She was soaked—dripping—her slick gushing down his length with every punishing snap of his hips.

Leon was trembling now, eyes wild, face twisted in something between pleasure and disbelief.

“God, you’re…fuck, you’re so fucking tight—” His voice collapsed on a gasp before he could finish.

Krauser leaned down, her mouth grazing his ear, her walls tightening like a vise.

“You’re leaking like a good little cock toy,” she breathed. Her fingers slid into his sweat-damp hair, combing through it slowly—almost lovingly—before she kissed him.

Slow. Deep. Owning.

And that broke him.

Leon cried out, high and raw, his entire body arching as his cock twitched violently inside her. He came hard—spilling into her, flooding her, his fingers digging helplessly into her thighs. 

He couldn’t hold it. He couldn’t think. All he knew was her heat around him, the tight clutch of her body dragging him under.

It was too much. She was too much. She'd let him in—let him have her—and now he was breaking apart inside her, spilling everything, giving her all he had.

I’m inside her, he thought, dazed. I came inside her. She let me. God, I’m—

His breath hitched, eyes burning. He wasn’t sure if he was crying from the pleasure, the shame, or the terrifying, exquisite way she looked at him like he was hers.

And maybe he did.

Krauser didn’t stop. She kept moving, slow and grinding, her tightness coaxing every last drop from him, even as he gasped, overstimulated and teary-eyed.

“Good boy,” she said again, voice softer now. “That’s it. Give it all to me.”

Leon clung to her like he might fall apart if she let go. His eyes fluttered closed, his mouth still half-open.

“Major…” he whispered, his voice trembling—laced with a reverence pieced together from the rubble.

05.

Krauser slowly lifted herself off of him, breath steady, sweat glistening across her collarbones. She didn’t expect him to last this long. She didn’t expect to want him to.

Leon lay beneath her, chest still rising and falling in broken rhythm, his hands trembling slightly as he stared—wide-eyed—at the thick, cloudy mess dripping from between her thighs.

His seed. Sliding down her skin. Glinting in the low light like something sacred.

He swallowed hard.

“I, uh…” He flushed crimson, eyes darting up, then back down again. “I-I should clean that up, I mean—if you want, I can—”

But she didn’t give him the chance to finish. Krauser grabbed his chin and pushed him back down onto the mattress. Her blade-trained fingers were steady and strong, her eyes half-lidded and sharp as steel.

“Then use your mouth.”

Leon’s breath caught. “What—?” he blinked, stunned, the tip of his tongue already wetting his lips like his body understood before his brain did.

She raised an eyebrow, not letting go of his face. Her voice dropped, velvet and cool.

“You made the mess, rookie. Be a good boy and lick it up.”

His entire body flushed, from his ears to the soles of his feet. His lips parted, caught between protest and submission—but she didn’t need to hear the words. She shifted forward, letting her thighs settle beside his cheeks and spreading out, the slick between her legs just inches from his mouth. 

The heat of her body wrapped around his head like a storm. Her muscular thighs—firm, heavy, impossibly strong—pressed against his jaw, and he could feel the warmth radiating from every inch of her skin.

The scent of sweat, sex, his own cum, and her still-pulsing cunt filled his lungs. He couldn’t breathe—he didn’t want to. It was like being pinned by something divine and animal all at once.

Leon whimpered. And he leaned in.

06.

She pulled him up with one arm, effortlessly guiding him onto the bed beside her. Leon curled into her chest without resistance, his breath still uneven, body warm and pliant like a wolf pup that had just eaten too much and was now drunk on heat and safety.

His cheek rested just above her breast. She smelled like sweat, salt, cigarette, and something faintly metallic—like gunpowder.

Her hand slid into his hair, slow, methodical, dragging her fingers along his scalp as if she were calming a restless baby creature startled by thunder.

“You're gonna fall asleep on me,” she muttered, half a smirk on her lips.

Leon let out a soft laugh, still red in the face.

“Maybe. You're…really warm.”

A beat of silence passed. His fingers fidgeted against her hip.

“...Did I do okay?" he asked, tentative, almost afraid to look up. “Was it…good? For you?”

Krauser's eyes flicked down to him lazily. She hummed low in her throat, feigning disinterest.

“You didn’t disappoint.”

Leon blinked. “...That’s it?”

“You expecting a medal, rookie?”

He groaned and buried his face against her chest.

“I just—I don’t want this to be some…one-time thing, that’s all.”

He spoke in fits and starts, like he was afraid of saying too much—and just as afraid of not saying enough.

She paused, fingers slowing in his hair. Then she leaned in slightly, her lips brushing against the top of his head.

“You worry too much,” she murmured. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

Leon looked up at her, hopeful. “...So you want me here?”

Krauser didn’t answer. Instead, she tilted his face up and kissed him—slow, unhurried, like she had all the time in the world.

When she pulled back, she smirked again.

“You're lucky I like puppies.”

07.

The hospital stank of antiseptic and ghosts.

Leon pushed the door open slowly. He held a bouquet in one hand—daisies from a roadside vendor, half-wilted from travel—was cradled awkwardly in his hands. His right shoulder was bandaged beneath his shirt, but he could move. Walk. Function.

Krauser was another story.

She sat on the bed, half her body wrapped in gauze, face partially concealed in layers of white. Her left arm was braced, the muscle beneath torn. A nurse stood beside her, mid-way through changing the dressings.

At the sound of Leon entering, Krauser’s gaze snapped toward him. Tense. Sharp. She didn’t speak to him.

The nurse paused, sensing the tension.

“I’ll give you two some time,” she said softly, and left without another word.

The door clicked shut.

Leon stood there for a second, unsure.

“I brought these,” he said, holding up the flowers. “They looked less dead earlier, I promise.”

Krauser glanced at them. Her face unreadable. “You didn’t have to come.”

“You know I did.”

She didn’t argue. Just leaned back against the pillows with a soft grunt, exhaling like the act itself hurt.

“They’re all gone,” she said after a beat. “Echo team. Every single one of them.”

Leon moved closer, setting the flowers down. “I know.”

“They sent us in like bait. No backup. No evac. We weren’t even supposed to come back, Leon.”

He swallowed. “But we did.”

She turned her head slowly, her uncovered eye sharp. “Yeah. You walked out with a scratch.”

Leon didn’t answer. She wasn’t really wrong.

“They used us like fucking fuel packs,” she said, her voice icing over. “Watched us burn, one after another—and didn’t even blink.”

Leon swallowed. “It’s not fair. What happened to us…to you—it’s not right.”

“I don’t need you to tell me that,” she snapped. Her voice sharpened like a blade. “We were there, Leon. I was there. I felt my arm tear open. I heard the bones snap. I watched Ramirez bleed out through his mask. I was still firing when Chen stopped breathing.”

Her fingers curled into the edge of the blanket, trembling—not from pain, but rage.

“We called for evac. No one came. We were flagged as lost before we were even done breathing.”

She looked at him, jaw clenched.

“They wrote us off the moment we stopped being useful. And you want to talk about fair?”

Leon tried to speak, but her hand shot up. In one motion, she tore the gauze from her face.

The sound was sharp. The silence sharper.

He froze.

A brutal, jagged wound slashed down from the side of her eye to her jawline—swollen, stitched, still raw in places. It cut through the upper corner of her lips, splitting them, leaving one side curled slightly even at rest. The skin around the gash was an angry, furious red, the kind that would never fade completely. Her eye was bloodshot, and her cheekbone looked half-caved beneath layers of deep bruising.

But it wasn’t the wound that made Leon’s stomach drop. It was the look in her eye when she said:

“This isn’t a scar. It’s a fucking dismissal letter.”

She spat the words like acid, her chest rising and falling in tight, shallow breaths.

Leon didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

The silence that followed wasn’t gentle. It was the kind that made the fluorescent lights buzz louder. The kind that made you aware of your heartbeat, of the sterile cold against your skin.

Krauser glared at him. Daring him to say something. Daring him to look away.

He didn’t.

He hesitated, then tried, softly, “You’ll heal. Your face—your arm, the doctors said there’s still function—”

Krauser let out a dry, dangerous laugh.

“Oh, that’s rich. My face?”

Leon lowered his gaze.

“I don’t give a damn about the scar, rookie. You think I’m crying because I won’t be pretty anymore?” Her voice rose. “This isn't about vanity. It's about strength. Dignity. Purpose. They took that. They looked at what was left of me and decided I wasn’t worth keeping.”

Leon opened his mouth to speak.

“Don’t,” she warned. “Don’t give me that look. Like I’m broken. Like I need fixing.”

“I just—” He shook his head. “I want to help you.”

“Help?” she snapped. “You’re still clinging to the idea that this system works. That being loyal gets you something other than a bodybag. You’re not helping me, Leon. You’re just proving how goddamn naive you are.”

Silence crackled in the air between them.

Krauser’s breathing was sharp. Her eyes burned with utter fury.

Leon stepped forward again.

Then, before he could stop himself, he said: “Marry me.”

She stared at him like he’d punched her.

“What?”

“Marry me,” he repeated—louder, shakier this time, like the words were his only defense left.

“…If I asked you to marry me right now, would that scare you more than what they did to us?”

Leon met her gaze, unwavering. “I’m not trying to fix you. I just want you to know I’m not leaving.”

Krauser blinked. Her rage faltered—just slightly.

“…You’re insane.”

“I might be,” he said. “But I’m serious.”

She didn’t look away. Not this time.

“I got the operation on Thursday,” then, after a long pause, she murmured.

“Ask me again when I’m not bleeding everywhere.”

Her voice dropped, not angry this time—just tired. Just human.

-fin-

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

RE4 Remake Thoughts

Two years after it's highly anticipated release, I have finally played RE4 Remake. The reason why it took me so long to get this game was because I did not own (or could afford) a PS5. However, I got one for Christmas and was able to sit down and enjoy the game. And wow, did it go beyond my expectations and more.

The remake expands so much upon the original game, with beautiful graphics, updated game playing mechanics, and better writing for characters (this being the biggest standout imo). No more standing still to reload or having to open the menu to switch weapons. Even little things like not being able to use the tower during the opening ambush were really neat. This game also had so many new areas such as Ashley's revised game play section that actually gave me some chills or the entertaining mine cart ride with Luis.

Major sections of the game were either revised or cut completely which I honestly didn't mind. Although, I do miss the U-3 fight simply because I had a very, very memorable experience (aka scary) time when I did it the first time. The Bella sisters popping out through the shack wall rather than the arena was another neat change imo. Overall, I had a great time exploring the changes to the game and admiring the updated graphics. Additionally, I love how Saddler would speak to Leon repeatedly even though he doesn't meet him until the end of the game (a huge change since you meet him near the beginning in the OG).

Enemy AI was challenging (particularly on the island) and provided a decent challenge to me. Having the red robed zealots chant "gloria a las plagas!" while the parasite mutates and the room distorts has to be my favorite addition to the enemies because it was something unexpected.

I had a few minor things I do love about the original that I'm sad we didn't get in the remake, but that doesn't take away from my experience at all. OG Leon will always have a special place in my heart since his dialogue is super goofy. OG Salazar is still my favorite, again it's because of the camp. Lastly, I found the OG Krauser fight in the ruins to be more heart pounding than the remake but that could be my fondness for it talking. Overall, the remake takes everything the OG did and takes a step forward. My nitpicks don't impact the quality of the game at all.

Where this game really excels for me is the characters because oh my gosh did the remake succeed. Early Capcom did not know how to write natural sounding dialogue (much to all of our amusements). Leon in the OG was a guy who knew he was in a video game because man quipped like every other line. He was goofy, campy, and took no one's nonsense. In the remake, Leon acts much more serious. He feels more realistic and acts like a guy who went through a traumatic situation. He still has his moments of campy dialogue but the delivery is much more "I'm done with this and want to go home" rather than "I am the main character and I know it" energy.

Remake Ashley is a major improvement over her OG counterpart. She actually feels like a real young adult in her 20s. Her OG version looked like a high schooler. Ashely in the remake is also far less annoying and I love the little added dialogue options for her. Really loved how she was written in the game. By the end of the game, you could feel the friendship between her and Leon. They were a team and Ashley became more confident as the game progressed.

Finally, Luis. They gave his man a whole freaking makeover, not just design choices, but personality too. I'm playing through the OG right now for comparison and Luis had only like 4 scenes in the whole game. Leon then proceeds to wail dramatically over his body. It was kinda silly looking ngl. The remake, however, makes Luis a complex, tragic man who wanted to make up for his mistakes. He is kind hearted at his core and does what he can to help Ashely and Leon. I loved all the banter between him and Leon as well as the lasting impact on the narrative he leaves. Luis' new backstory connects to other RE games in a brilliant way that adds to the overall story. To top it all off, his death scene is both tragic and well executed. He saved Leon from Krauser while fatally wounded. He dies leaving Leon a poignant question: "people can change, right?" It's a good theme of the overall game, especially since Leon sees change in both Luis and Krauser. In my opinion, Luis does in the end become like his hero Don Quixote. A knight is portrayed as a protector of innocence, defeating the bad guy. Luis did save both Ashely and Leon's lives multiple times. Without him, Leon and Ashely might've succumbed to Las Plagas. Luis was the standout character of this game 100%.

Overall, RE4 Remake was a fantastic, beautiful game that improved upon the OG in so many ways. I do want to play Separate Ways at some point because Ada is always a queen and I love her. Capcom struck gold with this remake and I hope they continue to do so with future games.

[teecupangel]

pops in here bc I’ve been writing Resident Evil crossover AUs for fun (and angst) and I have a fun little idea for you!

so, re4make has dropped some interesting and tasty lore about Los Illuminados, aka the parasite cult that makes up the main bad guys in this particular game. according to the new lore, they popped up in 1554 and were exiled from their old place in 1741. now, we know that mutations and parasites and viruses can possibly extend somebody’s life in REverse beyond their natural lifespan and also make them far more durable than humans. I was thinking—Edward Kenway gets killed in 1735. this we’re well aware of. but what if he wasn’t?

say that Birch is aware of Los Iluminados and their work. he wants to keep a closer eye on them since he hears a lot about Las Plagas and its hive mind abilities, but he’s not about to risk becoming a part of their hive mind—he doesn’t entirely trust this cult. and he has a pesky Assassin who’s just found out that he’s actually a Templar, and who has a book and a son he would defend. if he survives the night—and it’s damn near a guarantee that he would, Birch has heard that he once cleared a whole deck of a galleon on his own—there’s nothing stopping him from taking up his sword and beelining to Birch and just cutting down every last member of the British Rite. but he can’t do that, if he has a bug inside his head.

so Edward gets knocked unconscious, and dragged off to the cult. now Birch has a reason to keep an eye on the cult, and he’s taken Edward out of the picture with no one the wiser for it.

years later—hundreds of years later—Desmond Miles, 17yo runaway, gets kidnapped along with Ashley Graham for whatever reason. maybe he saw too much and immediately launched himself at Krauser and actually managed to acquit himself pretty well in a fight, only to get stuffed into a van along with a very terrified First Daughter. Leon goes to find them.

in the meantime, Saddler has a very fucked-up Edward stand guard, and Desmond starts to talk to this guy, bc something about him seems…not quite the same as the rest of the cult. there’s some core of humanity still holding stubbornly on inside him, even if he looks pretty bad off, if not heavily mutated by now. which is how Leon ends up finding both Ashley and Desmond having managed to get a very snarly pirate to help break them out and has to gently convince said pirate that yes he really is here to help them please put that pitchfork down sir.

Oooohhh, if you wanted to, you can even include one of Ezio’s or Aquilar’s descendants in the lore as well, maybe even both? 1554 is around the time Flavia and Marcello would be 20~21 years old. Old enough to be Assassins that would be sent to foreign lands to help other Brotherhoods. We can even have them be sent by the current mentor of the Spanish Brotherhood because of this cult that supposed worship something ‘strange’. The mentor thought that the Italian Brotherhood who had a mentor who had been quite verse in strange things would have an idea of what they’re dealing with. Flavia or Marcello (or both if you want) asks to be sent because it seems connected to the precursors and, as Ezio Auditore’s children, it’s their duty to continue their father’s legacy.

They meet up with Aquilar’s child (or grandchild maybe?) and they help in exiling Los Illuminados, making the cult hate them and the Brotherhood in the process.

It’s because of their hatred for the Brotherhood that Birch was able to have a distant alliance with them and it’s because of his connection with the cult that Edward starts to suspect him as being a Templar.

(To sprinkle more angst, how about Haytham saw his father being dragged away and tried to save him, killing one of the kidnappers which ends with Teresa seeing him as a cold blooded killer and he is indoctrinated by Birch as a way to try and find Edward but never found him. After learning Birch was the leader of his father’s kidnapping, he gives up on Edward because Birch burned all evidence that will link him to Edward and the Los Illuminados)

Okay, so we go to the Ashley and Desmond part of the story.

Ashley is around 20 years old when she was abducted so, if you’d like, she could be in New York to shop or something when she was kidnapped. Desmond was on his way to his first shift in Bad Weather and saw a woman struggling while being dragged into a car with men looking like professional bodyguards (suit, sunglasses, wired ear pieces) on the ground, unconscious maybe? Dead even?

Desmond didn’t have time to think, his body reacted and he punched one of them. He starts to fight them off while telling the girl to run and the girl tried to, screaming for help but there were more men than they expected but her screaming (and his battle cries, they were not screams, they were battle cries damn it) was attracting attention so they had to book it quickly and Desmond was swept alongside the girl in the process.

Leon is briefed that an unknown man with no past of his own may be with the president’s daughter and he’s a low priority. The most that Leon is expected to do is find out who he was and if he was truly just taken alongside the Ashley because he tried to be a good Samaritan.

Now Saddler though…

Saddler had planned to kill Desmond from the very beginning but then he noticed something peculiar.

Desmond looked familiar.

So he let Desmond live because he needs to find out why Desmond looks familiar at all. He orders Edward to guard them and to keep them there.

Leon starts doing his job and Saddler gets sidetracked.

When he heard that Edward had ‘betrayed’ them, he realized why Desmond looked so familiar.

In one of the oldest journals written by his ancestors, there were sketches of the three Assassins who led to their fall and exile.

And two of them…

… looked very similar to Desmond Miles.

So now, Saddler believes Desmond is a descendant of those who exiled them and wants to infect him as well.

Because what better revenge is there than to have a descendant of those who wronged them become their ‘property’?

Unorganized Notes:

I like to imagine Ashley and Desmond become friends immediately, with Desmond helping Ashley stay calm while Ashley gives Desmond something he wanted ever since he was a child, a close friend.

Ashley would definitely not leave without Desmond and Desmond would do everything he can to keep Ashley safe.

Edward ‘recognize’ Desmond, in a way that Desmond reminds him of his young son, but he doesn’t understand it, because the infection inside him mutated thanks to his ‘bloodline’, so he’s not exactly the same as the others.

Edward will be conflicted though because his infection would make him want to obey the cult but he can't hurt Desmond at all. He doesn't want to and his body will never allow it.

Is it his own free will? The reminder of a past long gone? Or...

The Calculations at work?

[maccaronimassacre]

What if you did a Golden Compass Bot with either Leon or Ethan? I'm curious as to what their Daemon's would be. 🤔

The Golden Compass was literally my favourite book growing up!!! Oddly enough it’s called The Northern Lights over here but hey same thing. I also have done both with a slightly lengthy explanation on reasoning.

For Ethan I was torn between a wolf and a deer, but ultimately I went with a deer specifically an elk. Chris and the other lords all underestimate Ethan throughout Village, referring to him as a civilian or merely a man even though he singlehandedly killed all four lords and destroyed a self proclaimed god. Elks are often viewed as docile and majestic creatures when they can in fact fuck you up big time. I mean have you seen the size of them??? Not to mention how quickly they can run combined with the fact that they grow literal spears from their head. Plus elks are very territorial and protective over their young and when they feel threatened they will not hesitate to charge at humans to protect their herd. They also rely on agility and speed to outrun predators much like Ethan’s perks in the mercenaries mode “assassination dash” and “lightning speed” which are exclusive to him. Deer are typically prey animals and often symbolise sacrifice but also renewal which fits with the themes of Village of Shadows and "Father's sacrifice". In Native American cultures, Elks are symbols of divine protection against evil like how Ethan protected Rose throughout SoR and continues to watch over her. Deer are also the only mammals that can regenerate an organ (their antlers) and scientists are conducting research into how deer stem cells could be used for humans to one day be able to regenerate their own tissue and limbs much like Ethan’s mould abilities.

Bonus thought: It would be pretty cool if after Ethan died in RE:7 and was resurrected by the mutamycete for his daemon to have also undergone some physical changes similar to Chronic Wasting Disease/zombie deer disease. Of course the BSAA would wave off these changes as Ethan’s trauma being projected onto his daemon, but it would be interesting if that were to be the first hint towards Ethan’s mouldiness.

Anyway here’s your first bot.

Ethan Winters x Reader

Snow continues to blanket the city as Ethan makes his way through the lively cobblestone streets. His elk daemon strides gracefully beside him with its head held high and branched antlers reaching out towards the sky. As they continue their journey, their footprints mingle with those of others and their daemons, gradually fading into the bustling rhythm of the city. “This should be the place.” Ethan murmurs just loud enough for his companion to hear when he sees the familiar avenue. The street is bathed in the warm glow of streetlights and cozy windows where he sees you up ahead, currently waiting by a building.

For Leon I went with a wolf as a subtle nod to the wolf in RE:4 though I was also thinking of a panther to be honest). I think Leon’s daemon was able to shapeshift and change forms up until the events of RE:2 where after the events of Raccoon City changed him so much that it ultimately led to its finalised form. Leon's character accurately represents both sides of a wolf. The first side representing their devotion to their pack aka allies and family as well as being social, loyal and dutiful in a similar style to Leon in RE:2, RE:2R, RE:4R and Death island. The second side is a more lone wolf kind, confident and marches to the beat of their on drum while being stand offish like RE:4 and Remake as well as Vendetta Leon. The idea that they are still the same at their core resonates strongly with Leon when both Ada and Krauser comment that he hasn't changed even after Raccoon City.

I think a wolf dog could be an interesting variation to his daemon as it would exaggerate his loyalty and self motivation towards completing his mission, like how he is viewed as the government's lapdog in RE:4R and Infinite Darkness.

And for the second bot

Vendetta!Leon x Reader

The whiskey slides down Leon’s throat with ease, not even with a passing grimace as he signals the bartender for another round. “Finally… A much needed vacation.” Leon muses to no one in particular besides his wolf daemon resting by his legs, its expression as grumpy and downcast as its counterpart. Unfortunately, Leon’s moment of solitude is shattered by the creak of the door swinging open, revealing the last person he expected to follow him all the way here. You. Annoyance flickers across Leon's features, echoed by a low growl from his wolf companion, as you approach him. He knows exactly what’s going to happen here.

[strangefellows]

because god help me if i ever put this on twitter (and i'm risking my ass even posting this opinion HERE but i want to write out my thoughts on a platform without a word count limit) i'mma put it here under a read more

disclaimer: this is speaking purely from a vibes, story, atmosphere, and character standpoint, as (being someone who primarily experiences most games through LPs and cutscene movies due to lack of consoles/finances) i do not have a grasp of gameplay and combat enough to speak about it as "good" or "bad".

anyway, unpopular resident evil opinion tldr: 7 and village are my least favorite re games despite being absolutely fantastic horror games because of 7's lack of re franchise identity and village's seeming disconnect with the rest of the franchise going forward. i will explain under a cut

i'm gonna start with 7 bc that's my genuine least favorite game in the franchise and oh am i going to get hate for that people are going to burn me at the stake

but listen.

i know 7 was born from how absolutely panned 6 was by the fandom, and how much people loathed it -- an opinion i do not share, as i sincerely enjoyed 6; will discuss this further down -- but in my opinion, 7 overcorrected.

now, preface: 7 is a damn fucking good horror game. it is an amazing horror game. the claustrophobia and dread and atmosphere are fantastic and the bakers are terrifying.

but it is not a resident evil game to me.

to me, the hallmarks, the identity, the core of a resident evil game is as follows:

at least one mansion, or otherwise creepy and unsettling abandoned location/setpiece with vintage or classical architecture and trappings (paintings, sculptures, vintage furniture, rooms and hallways, doors, carvings and frescoes and such)

ridiculous, overly complicated progression puzzles that make absolutely no fucking sense to have been implemented in a building meant for public usage (ie the door keys, the piano)

incredibly fucked up and weird and unique enemy design, stretching the definition of zombie as far as it can go, to the extent of breaking it over its own knee, including infected animals that barely look like the base anymore (lickers, hunters, plagas, majini, and j'avo only scratch the surface)

multiple giant fucked up boss monster designs that go above and beyond, including their fight sequences that require heavy weaponry to even begin to start dealing with them (the gigantes, the giant fucked up bat majini from 5, the fucking t-abyss whale from revelations, every single final boss transformation)

a batshit fuckoff insane villain prone to long wild monologues who can and will infect themselves during this and go even more batshit insane, resulting in a boss fight with a mutated lunatic with superpowers, rocket launcher optional (marcus, alexia, sergei, wesker, simmons, carla, alex, jack norman, saddler, krauser, and nikolai counts sans mutations)

STALKER CREATURE (mr. x, nemesis, ustanak, arguably mendez, et cetera)

while 7 had some mild traits of this nature - the baker house did have a few puzzles, and jack baker did hit the 'crazy villain boss fight' notes plus his final transformation like 10 minutes before the game ended, and marguerite was plenty fucked up and weird, and evie's concept was pretty damn solid - for the most part, it did not feel like a resident evil game.

it was too down to earth; i was watching infinite darkness last night, and that's what i can best describe it as. the traits that make resident evil what they are were sanded down if present at all, to the point it felt like a western horror more than resident evil

now THIS IS NOT A BAD THING, i adore western horror as well - evil within is a favorite, bioshock and dead space are bangers, as is anything by supermassive, and i am excited to see crisoul by blumhouse, i could go on -- but resident evil (and by extension other major japanese horror franchises like silent hill) have a certain something to them, a sensibility, a-- i don't want to say anime-esque quality to them, but a sense of this over the top ridiculousness and willingness to be dramatically weird that does not take away in the slightest from either the horror or the character writing. this is how we get shit like pyramid head and nemesis with a rocket launcher being some of the scariest shit in the series despite also being kinda what the Fuck on paper.

but to go into a resident evil game expecting, well, resident evil, and only getting a sanded down version of the franchise, a fantastic horror game with none of what i'd come to expect from my favorite horror series...it was severely disappointing. chris's 2 minute cameo (outside the dlc) where he looked like temu chris redfield and no chris we've ever gotten before or since did not help.

enjoyed the game immensely, don't get me wrong. it just felt like after 6 was received so badly, 7 overcorrected and in the process shed much of its own franchise identity to please the fans.

and to that i say: 6 was fine, you guys are just mean. it was plenty scary. the action in it was a natural progression from 4 to 5 to 6, it didn't feel jarring. there was a lot of horrifying, claustrophobic moments, we had plenty of weird puzzles going on in the china section, great tense boss fights, and the character writing - in everywhere, but especially with chris's scenario dealing with his trauma and ptsd + jake's scenario and the "sins of the father" themes - was just as good as it's always been. while it's not my favorite of the franchise, i'm still very fond of it and jake and sherry's scenario is a highlight to me as a wesker and birkin fan.

in any case, yeah. tldr 7 was a great game but barely a resident evil game, so i was not a fan.

then came village! and they did so much better with village!

we had the setpieces-- the mansions were stellar! we had the ridiculous puzzles! we had some pretty damn good enemy designs (shoutout to the metal fucker in the foundry)! the boss shit was fabulous (shoutouts to lady's d's mutant form, everything about moreau, and the beneviento dollhouse, bonus for miranda)! lady d was a great stalker! miranda was FUCKING PERFECT for a batshit ranting resident evil final boss! chris was ACTUALLY CHRIS! and the lore we found in miranda's lab tied the whole ass game into the rest of the series thanks to the letter from spencer, which was the cherry on top.

however

where village ended up falling flat for me is how after we kill lady d, and donna, and moreau, and heisenberg, and miranda, and ethan dies....okay now what? this is subject to change, but the fact that the new protagonist we'd come to enjoy is written out of the plot in his second showing ever was incredibly disappointing to me, however well written it was.

if in requiem, they give us solid, majorly important lore and connections tying back to village and miranda, i will rescind my complaint here and village will rise in ranks all the higher.

but if not, then...it feels unsatisfyingly self-contained. nothing is going forward from village. the molded and miranda's cult are gone, as is our newest protagonist ethan. mia isn't a player character, rose is a literal baby (the dlc doesn't count that takes place in the far future). we don't even seem to be addressing the bsaa going rogue plot (if we do i'll be delighted, this is just going off the one trailer so who knows).

but to me, village is a great resident evil game that leaves me unsatisfied with how unconnected it feels to the overarching story as a whole; even the non-numbered titles such as revelations/rev 2, code veronica, and hell with 9's reveal outbreak, are tied into said overarching story. village...doesn't, not yet.

as i said, if 9 does work in village references in a major way, i will be absolutely over the moon, and it will solve a lot of my problems with it. but...unfortunately, 7 will still be at the bottom of the pack, as there's nothing they can do to fix my problems with that one.

from what i've seen so far of 9, this isn't just a return to raccoon city-- this is a return to form. the sanatorium/hotel from the 30 minute demo at SGF complete with horrifyingly monstrous stalker is the resident evil i know and love to death, and i am absolutely delighted.

everyone comparing it to 7 -- i see where you're coming from; it's a combination of recency bias and having this innate dislike for 6, so there's this sense of "7 is the best game" from it being such a departure from the franchise's poorly received direction til then (seen with 5 and 6, though somehow people forget rev2) -- needs to go back and play the classics; 0, 1, 2 and 3 both og and remakes. this is a return to those.

2 is my all-time favorite in the entire franchise, and hearing and seeing what we know of requiem feels like we're back in resident evil 2, in the rpd, dreading the footsteps of mr. x as we frantically try to find the correct door key.

we're going home. not just to raccoon city, but to the franchise i love so much. and i couldn't be more excited to see what happens next.

[fonulyn]

for @kreonweek Day 7: Unhealed wounds

“And you guarantee that with this… thing, I’ll get the use of my arm back?” Krauser asked, again. They’d already been through this and he wasn’t really sure why he was asking, not when deep down he’d already made the decision. He’d seen, firsthand, the kind of power that these viruses and parasites could grant, and he’d seen proof in Manuela that it could be controlled. Only the weak-minded would fall prey to it, he’d be fine. And yet…

Wesker hummed, a sound that was almost a laugh but not quite. He leaned back in his chair, lounging as if there wasn’t a care in the world for him, and crossed his hands lazily as he eyed Krauser. It was as if he was enjoying this. He took his time, but eventually he answered with a question of his own. “And if I don’t guarantee it?”

Scowling, Krauser instinctively grabbed his bum arm, his fingers digging into the flesh. The arm hurt more with every single passing day, as if something was dying inside, underneath his skin. The doctors acted as if they didn’t understand his concerns, dismissed what he was trying to tell them, and just told him to keep doing those pitiful exercises as if those would somehow reverse the damage done. There was no help coming from that direction. None.

Briefly Krauser thought of Leon, and what this choice would mean to their relationship. Leon had been unwaveringly there for him, the only person who had ever stood by Krauser’s side like that. The only one in this world who had looked at him like he mattered, him, not what he could do, or what could be gained from him, just him. But Leon wouldn’t walk away with him. Leon might’ve loved Krauser but he didn’t love him enough to deny his principles.

Krauser took a step forward. “I’ll take it.” He would be whole again. He would not be weak, not anymore.

The next days Krauser spent not only preparing for his new future, but also saying goodbye to his past. Leon might’ve only been a part of his life for mere months, but he’d shaken Krauser to the very core, he’d left an imprint like no one else. He was permanently seared into Krauser’s very existence, even though Krauser was going to walk away and leave him behind.

So Krauser took every single chance he could to wrap himself into all things Leon, to imprint into his memory everything that mattered. He spent hours in bed mapping that pale skin with his hands and his mouth, kissing Leon breathless time and time again, letting himself get lost in what they shared away from the rest of the world.

He could see Leon was suspicious something was up, and he’d expected that. Leon wasn’t stupid. But he distracted him whenever he could, and thankfully Leon seemed to think he could let it slide and they’d get to whatever it was eventually.

Leon seemed happy. It made it so much harder for Krauser to leave.

Even when the time came, Krauser hesitated. His arm may have been injured beyond repair, at least with normal human medicine. Yet walking away from Leon left behind a wound so gaping Krauser didn’t think it would ever even begin to close.

One day, he swore to himself. One day they would reunite again. He would make sure of that.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Tired of ppl erasing Leon's flaws. Anyway, resident evil 4 remake analysis:

The funny thing with the remake is, they didn't actually write out Leon's misogyny from the og; they simply recontextualised it. He no longer says "following a lady's lead just isn't my style", but he DOES say "maybe you aren't heartless after all" to a woman who's saved his life and the life of Ashley countless of times. Hell, Ada is the reason Leon lives past Mendéz, she's the reason he finds Ashley again, she's the reason he is able to find anything in that place, and he still has the audacity to act like she doesn't care, or worse, that she's completely heartless, just because he got his wittol feewings huwt.

Leon's so selfishly caught up in making it entirely personal, even when she established that it wasn't, that he's letting his butthurt feelings literally warp his perception of her into something monstrous. He is quite literally the "one woman wronged me in the slightest way so I will distrust and despise her forever but actually it was just my entitled ass demanding more than she ever consented to give" kind of incel. All she did was kiss him in re2r, she NEVER said it meant anything, or that - fucking hell - she'd be committing to him in any way. I mean the very fact that she should have shot him to get the sample but didn't should be the biggest proof, to the audience and to Leon, that she truly cares and just didn't want him to get caught up in her work, which she actively recognises is not morally sound work.

Also, Leon never once stopped to care about or consider her own turmoil about it?? Every time they talked it was about his feelings and his sense of betrayal and "or are you just using me again", it was never about her. She cares more about him than he cares about her and it breaks my heart. He only cares about himself in this situation, he only cares about how Ada's actions affected him through his own lens, he only cares about his own hurt and doesn't stop for a second to consider hers. He doesn't see Ada as her own person, he sees her for what she could do for, or to, him. He sees her as a projection of who he wanted her to be, not as a person. And that's misogyny at its core.

And as for the fans ignoring every wrong thing Leon has ever done, and instead hating Ada for doing nothing wrong, that too is misogyny :)

Edit to add: it's most clear in how Leon treats Krauser in the exact opposite way. Despite Krauser being a power hungry maniac who killed Luis in front of Leon, Leon still appeals to Krauser's honour, he still tries to put himself in Krauser's shoes and says he "understands" the pain and betrayal Krauser must have felt. And these are all normal, natural reactions to seeing someone you used to respect and admire fall short. But the point is, he reacts this way with Krauser because he saw Krauser as a human being capable of good, whereas he only saw Ada as a projection of who he wanted her to be, and when she wasn't actually like that, he hated her for it.

Capcom's misogyny infects everything they make, and while they genuinely tried making Leon no longer misogynistic, this kinda thing still slipped through because Capcom only sees Ada as a romantic extension of Leon.

Edit again: Another thing is that just because you might think something is in character for Leon/makes sense for him to feel/act a certain way, that doesn't inherently mean he's right to. Like, Leon's an unreliable narrator a LOT of the time - anyone who has survivor's guilt like he does is gonna be. Just because you think it "makes sense" or you understand why he'd be upset, doesn't mean he's in the right to treat Ada the way he did. Leon was also understandably upset with Krauser and his actions, even saying Krauser "won't get away with this", and yet he still approaches Krauser with respect, and tries to empathise with Krauser's experiences. I just need people to understand that this double standard from Leon is obvious and misogynistic, that's all.

[herewebingo]

about leon

LEGAL NAME(S): Leon Scott Kennedy, signs his name "Leon S. Kennedy".

NICKNAME(S): Condor, Condor One, Lone Wolf

BIRTH DATE: August 18th, 1977

AGE: 47

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis male

ORIENTATION: ???

ETHNICITY/NATIONALITY: Caucasian/American

CURRENT RESIDENCE: DC, District of Columbia, US.

EDUCATION: Completed an associates in history and a degree in languages through DLIFLC. Has had multiple training inductions through military and investigative branches. Specialized training graduate.

OCCUPATION: DSO Special Operative.

EYE COLOR: Light Blue.

HAIR COLOR: Brown-Blond (he dyes it... sometimes).

HEIGHT: 188 cm / 6'2''

BUILD: Lean, broad shouldered, long limbed. Very, very strong core/arms.

SKIN: Not pale, but not dark.

SCARS: Cheek scar from Jack Krauser catching him with a knife. Bullet wound from Annete Birkin. Skull dent from Bitores Mendez. Knife wound scar from Ada Wong in his thigh. Puncture scars from Derek Simmons on his back. Glass cuts on his arms from jumping out windows. Chainsaw bite on his left arm. A pitchfork scar, zombie bites, dog bites, Licker scratches, and much, much more.

APPEARANCE. 

Leon's a tall guy that hasn't had a change in hairstyles since the nineties because he stopped caring and just trims his own hair. No it was not like that during basic. It did get like that over time. His hair is anywhere from blond to brown because he dyes it to keep the grey hair at bay in a losing battle.

He's straight backed and usually in jeans and a flavor of leather jacket for non-official combat scenarios, and a combat vest/tactical armor for field scenarios. Sometimes he swaps the jeans out for black cargo pants.

He has startlingly blue eyes and looks exhausted as a default, and typically has some kind of facial hair going on. He's a long limbed guy, with broad shoulders and sturdy arms, and has a runner's build.

PERSONALITY. 

Sardonic and quiet, Leon's a clever guy. He keeps to himself and has a firm set of core beliefs he doesn't often compromise when it comes to "the right thing to do". This sometimes runs contrary to orders he was given. In a choice between an order and his core beliefs, as he is now he sides with himself 9/10 times.

Leon's overall a sarcastic and quite jaded person.

HISTORY.

see public v. private info and full tl for history.

[illmetkismet]

I'm so sorry if you've talked about this before, but if not, i wanted to ask you what's your opinion on 4make Leon? Do you think he's still a bit like that 21 yr old rookie he was in Racoon City?

:)

Eeeeeee thank you for the ask!! I talked about the ways Leon changes between 2 and 4 a bit in this post (and specifically the second part in the reblog), but more in a general sense. To get more specific, I think re4r Leon still has the same core values he did when he was a baby boy rookie - he's kind, he's selfless, he wants to help people so badly - but Raccoon City made an open wound out of him, and the intervening years between then and when we meet him again in 4 have scabbed the wound over and then mangled him with emotional scar tissue.

Let's start with some good: re2r Leon had kind of a naive trust in authority figures that led him to do some shitty stuff. I'm thinking specifically not letting the reporter out of the holding cell, insisting he has to talk to Irons first, because there must be a reason he's in there, right? Even in the face of a zombie apocalypse, Rookie Leon was like, "The carceral system makes sense, actually." And I'm sure him helping Ada, and being so difficult to dissuade from doing so in the end, had to do not just with his crush on her, but also with her telling him she was FBI. The one time his easy trust of authority figures pays off is with Marvin, but let's not talk about that 🥺

Re4r, on the other hand, opens with Leon basically monologuing about how much he hates the government and then having an uneasy car ride with two cops. You get the distinct impression that he's trying to be civil but he finds the implication that they don't want to be there or help him kinda distasteful. He sees them for what they are: lazy country cops who don't take their duties seriously, and that ticks him off. So right off the bat we see a Leon who's kinda withdrawn (he spends most of the cutscene staring out the car window) and who hasn't retained that blind adoration of a police uniform.

Him meeting Luis and immediately clocking him as 'fishy' is another great character beat. In the OG he just takes Luis at his word about being a cop, but in the remake he asks Hunnigan to look into him, which not only shows us he's not as naive anymore, but actually helps advance their story and relationship in a way the OG never did. They get to have that confrontation later about Luis working for Umbrella, and then Leon has to work his way towards trusting Luis enough to rely on him for the medicine and for help getting to Ashley.

So he's less naive, which is the good, but the bad.... Oh man, the bad... Along with his naivete in 2, he was also kind of an optimist. That's been almost thoroughly beaten out of him by 4 - he's withdrawn, quiet, depressed, and traumatized. We see it so clearly because it stands in such stark contrast to his central motivation in the game: that this time it can be different. He hasn't fully given up on optimism; there's a tiny spark of it in his heart still, and all throughout 4 he's desperate to keep it alive by trying to save Ashley, to connect with Ada, to trust Luis, even in trying to talk Krauser down while they fight.

It feels like in 4 he's mourning the rookie he used to be. He's not as trusting or earnest or open. Instead, he's closed off and brooding, and he uses humour as a crutch, as a way to distance himself from the horror of the situation he's in. So he's clearly developed some unhealthy coping mechanisms to deal with his trauma.

I know you didn't ask about 6, but I think what they do with a 6 remake could be really interesting in how things go for Leon from here! 6, as it is now, and the way it segues into Vendetta, follows a through line of a Leon whose little flame of optimism pretty much gets extinguished. In re4 OG we don't get the ending cutscene of him and Ashley looking hopefully at the sunrise, and I think that could be the crux of things going differently for him. The 'things could be different' premise gets resolved in the remake - things ARE different this time! I really hope they carry that over to the rest of the remakes and don't take Leon down the same road of depression and alcoholism... That's a lot to hope for, since it seems like they intend for Vendetta to remain canon, but that's what I want to see, personally.

I want Leon to reclaim the positive aspects of the rookie he used to be, now that he's shed the negatives, and to fan that little flame of hope in his heart until he fucking burns with it!! Resi in general could use some hope, I think!! I'm just not a fan of where they left Leon at the end of Death Island, as this flippant, resigned guy who, ok, is not an alcoholic anymore, but now he's just a toy soldier. Same with Chris in 8, kinda, but that's a whole other can of worms!

Thank u for the ask again - I hope my Leon rambling answered your question 😅

[grilde1chesse]

im like shaking and gnawing at the bars of my enclosure fighting off the evil strong urge to make and post the cringiest content ever….. ooewihhhhh

idk man i might have to start posting angsty quotes captioned “omg 🥺… jack krauser… >_<“ and an angry looking puppy also captioned “oooo this is soooo krauser core 🥺💕” like a facebook mom posting about her son

[agonycrossbow]

Hello

So i have a rather specific question. Seeing as you multi ship, i wanted to ask how do you personally do it? I ask because i feel like there's this sort of invalidation when it comes to shipping one character with more than one person you see they'd have a significant and intimate relationship.

For example i ship Leon with Ashley because of how i experienced the game and connected with them, but also because your analysis here about them provided some great insights and a very interesting perspective that i hadn't thought about before. The thing is though, i also wanna ship Leon with other characters but i always feel like I'd be missing something or doing something wrong because it's like there's some sort of insecurity that lies and i hate it. Bad.

So how do you do it? Mind sharing some advice because I'd really appreciate it. Again, sorry because the question is really specific 🙏

I imagine Leon's affection less like a pie chart and more like a timeline.

And then, over in the OG timeline, you've also got:

LMAO

So, if, for you, it's like, "It makes me feel like I'm making him unfaithful" -- well, no, actually, because these are all happening at different times. Luis overlaps with Ashley, but the whole point of that relationship is that Luis has to die for it to become significant in the first place. And Jill overlaps with Chris in OG, but OG Leon is also kind of a whore, so like ??? LMAO

Like, when I'm thinking of metaltango, it doesn't conflict with my eagleone thoughts because... Leon and Ashley haven't met yet. She's not part of the equation. I'm not looking at that period of Leon's life. And even when I'm looking at Leon and Krauser's interactions during RE4make, I know that the love is already lost. metaltango is, at its core, a story about things having fallen apart.

Like shipping both cleon and chreon probably seems weird because Leon's just going down the family tree, but -- at the time that I ship him with Claire, he doesn't even know Chris yet. Never met the man, never had a conversation. And by the time Chris does come into Leon's life as having been significant, Claire has really faded into the background.

All of these relationships make Leon who he is. There is no good faith argument that you can make to say that Ashley is more significant to Leon than Chris, or that Chris is more significant to Leon than Krauser. He needs all three of them. He just needs them at different points of his life for different reasons.

Ashley is a canonical romance. However comma, she is not more important than Krauser, who picked Leon up from his absolute lowest point and supported him for years when he had no one else and didn't even believe in himself. On the flipside, he's also not more important than her, who actually healed all of those wounds that Krauser only just kept closed and prevented from bleeding out. And neither of them are more important than Chris, who has to pick up the pieces when both Krauser and Ashley are gone.

And that's what's really at the heart of multishipping. It's not about the ships, per se -- it's about the character. I focus on Leon as a character, and I see the people and events that are significant to his growth -- and because I can see that, I can very easily see how he could get romantic and/or sexual feels for any one of these characters.

[stop-pressing-e]

Beginning of Heaven - Chapter 16

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/This took way longer than I expected to rewrite this chapter too but at last it's finally up so please enjoy it or if you want with the explicit version, just hmu for the link.

Enjoy reading!/

Mentions of: sex and eating out

The Sapphire Motel was a decent place to stay at. Amiable was the right choice of word. Staff was friendly, the architecture was pleasing and gave off a welcoming invite to stay for the night or longer, and the room was clean from top to bottom. The theme to the name was fitting with its shade of blues painted on the window frames, the doors, and the walls inside each room. 

Krauser pulled up in front of the motel’s main entrance. Eyes scanning the exterior designs and the surroundings until his ears perked at the sound of Trish’s seat belt coming undone. He turned his head right as she was fixing her skirt down and tightened the belt of her trench coat, hiding the view of her dress from his gaze. Erasing the traces he left behind from caressing her inner thigh after pushing up her skirt throughout the whole car ride and squeezing her soft flesh once in a while to catch her attention. It sometimes drifted further deep towards her core simply to get a reaction out from her only to get a soft sigh, not wanting to show her reactions, yet she never adjusted her legs to pull away from his hand let alone grabbing his wrist to halt his inappropriate actions.

“Thank you for tonight, Krauser.” Trish said before pausing, her eyes softened from looking at him, joyed after tonight, and continued. “This has been such a lovely blessing to spend it with you. The food, the dancing, perhaps next time when there’s a chance, it’ll be my turn to impress you.” He said nothing, taking in her words like an oath to remember, content internally and more importantly, pleased that he enjoyed the night with her too. And yet he didn’t want the night to end. The first sense of normality.

Warm soft lips were pressed against his cheek, almost at the corner of his mouth, her perfume tickling his nostrils catching the smell of flowers and sweetness. “Thank you for driving me back here. I’ll see in our next ‘accidental’ meetup.” Trish let herself out before Krauser could react by her sudden departure, making her way across the motel’s parking lot. He angled the rearview mirror to see the red lipstick mark left on the side of his mouth.

Trish began whistling ‘Dream a Little Dream of Me’ when making her way to her motel room, pulling her trench coat tighter to keep the cold out. She may have enjoyed the cold weather like Spain but this was too cold for her taste and she can’t wait to enjoy the bliss of the heater kicking in and a hot shower. Her heeled shoes tapped against the pavement and up the staircase, she stuck a hand into her bag to fish out her key as she neared her room.

The tune died away as she ceased whistling. Her hand found no key inside and after looking into her bag to confirm her suspicions, a shadow loomed over her from behind. The corner of her mouth twitched to curl without the need to look over her shoulder.

“How irresponsible of me to lose my key.” She said, her tone hinting a bit of a knowing tease, and she heard Krauser scoffed behind her. “Do you think the manager will still be awake and help me with this little problem? Or do you by chance have a set of lockpicks on you? A spare pin maybe?”

“Consider yourself lucky that I picked this up when you left to go use the restroom.” The key with a blue keychain of the motel’s logo appeared in her sight and he inserted it into the keyhole. Now she smiled that a simple trick worked to catch his attention. His chest nearly pressed against her back, his free hand grazing her elbow, almost this close to grabbing it. A click was heard Trish took charge to pull the key out, and Krauser turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, greeted by the darkness of her room. Using the same hand that unlocked her door, his fingers grazed up along her spine, pushed her hair aside and proceeded to undo the clasp of her choker behind her neck, pulled it away, and tucked the accessory inside his pants pocket.

His lips ghosted over her neck, near her decapitation scar, his warm breath rolled against her skin where she unintentionally let out a soft shudder. Her heart was thumping against her ribcage, pondering why she was nervous by what they were going to do next once they entered the temporary safety of her room. She turned around to face him, her hands planted on both sides of the door frame, almost as if she’s denying Krauser entry and stared into those intense cold blue eyes that had been ingrained in her dreams for months. Her gaze trailed from his eyes down to his scars, the lipstick mark she left behind, and to his lips at last. 

Trish wasn’t the only one staring. 

Krauser eyed the warm shade of red lips still intact, trailing down to her bare neck, to the belt of her trench coat that blocked his desired view once again. He closed in the space that stood between them, one hand undoing the belt in a swift tug and the other pushing the coat off her shoulders to reveal her chiffon dress again. The coat fell wordlessly at her feet and she kicked it back, soon grabbing the lapels of his jacket to drag him into the darkness of her room. The only thing to illuminate what little features they could make of each other was the hallway lights streaming through the cracks of her closed curtains next to her door. 

It didn’t matter to them. It was only them alone in the room.

Their bodies were pressed against each other, the warmth of his hands found her waist, the smells of her perfume and his cologne waft into their nostrils, their heartbeats thumping in their ears, but their lips barely touching each other. It was almost agonising by the lack of moves none of them were making, almost as if they were an illusion to each other. Afraid a kiss will end the night itself.

“To hell with it.” Trish made a whisper to break the tension before pulling his head down to kiss him hard. He can taste the mint in her breath and he wasted no time wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her up and forcing her legs to wrap around his waist, and returning the same feeling that has been bubbling in his stomach. The kisses quick and desperate between them after so long soon grew hungry and needy for more. Krauser forced himself to move his lips away from hers, much to her disappointment, trailing the rest of his kisses along her jawline and down her throat to sink his teeth over her pulse. Trish gasped his first name out like a hymn and he sucked on her skin to leave the first mark on her. 

Her dress was almost ripped off due to his frustration with the zipper located at the back and the size of it more importantly, impossible for his large fingers, but she managed to help him out, allowing her dress to bunch at her waist. The warmth of her skin was a welcomed feeling for his hands when they roamed across her body while they returned to kissing. All he felt other than the lack of bra was the silky fabric of her gloves and the lacy texture of her underwear. He soon carried her to the bed behind them, where he unceremoniously dropped her down, hearing her sudden ‘oof’ and the creak of the mattress, allowing her calves to hang off the bed. Krauser pulled Trish closer by the hips before he kneeled down between her legs. Her dress finally removed to allow him to palm over her smooth leg and rest it on her hip.

“How long have you been thinking of this today?” The rich baritone and his hot breath caressing her skin sent goosebumps down her shoulders and then came a jolt of pain when his teeth latched onto her collarbone now. Sudden and sharp enough to leave a bite mark. “Before dinner? During? Naughty girl.”

“Surely I can’t be the only one with such perverted thoughts while we enjoyed our meal.” Trish managed the strength to speak before a moan came out from another bite. She craned her head to the side, pressing her hands on his shoulders, trying to push off the first layer of his clothing, his jacket. Krauser wasted no time in taking it off and soon his turtleneck. His dog tags nearly came off when he removed his shirt and it clinked against his chest. The tags caught Trish’s attention and she was this close in touching them until Krauser grabbed her wrist, his grip almost gentle.

“No.” That was all he said and she accepted it without another word. While Krauser is still holding her wrist, he took his chance in removing the first glove off her with ease. Without a second thought, he left a kiss against her inner wrist, feeling her pulse and the depth of the dismembered scar against his lips before he pulled away. He remembered the dismembered scars on every part of her limbs so vividly. His hands roamed again to find their locations again. “Do they hurt?” He whispered a question, almost curious yet somehow concerned that was faint through his stoic tone. “Whenever you have to remove them?”

“Doesn’t hurt as much as losing one.” She answered, trailing her hand upwards to his face. Her fingers caressed the scars that stretched over the left side of his face. Based on the depth felt under her thumb, she would have to guess it was done by a really sharp knife. Was it from torture? A knife fight with someone? Or perhaps something cut his face badly during his mercenary missions. “What about this? It must have been painful to deal with this.” 

“Still think I look sexier with them?” His hot breath caressed her lips and he swore he could feel her mouth ghosting over his right as she kissed him. It was soft and tender and soon a little bite on his lower lip and felt a small smile formed against his mouth.

“Of course. Nothing beats a soldier with battle scars.” She pulled him back to allow him to hover over her now that she was laying against the mattress. Only her eye glanced down for Krauser to tilt his head down and saw the tent in his trousers, aching for contact and to be free from its confines. “And something much more.”

“I bought some condoms.” He said, his right hand reaching into his pocket to pull out the foil wrapper. He hasn’t forgotten about the little nagging feeling of accidentally impregnating her in the heat of the moment. But he still couldn’t help imagining her with a swollen stomach, carrying his child, a desire to explore that kink with her in the future. For now, he wanted to enjoy this night without worries. Trish grabbed his wrist to stop him and he furrowed his brows at her soft look. Almost a hesitant uncertainty before she opened her mouth.

“I can't get pregnant, Jack.” She confessed, those words alone silenced the thoughts in his head. “You don’t have to worry about that.” The rest of her words were frozen at the tip of her tongue, unsure if she was ready to reveal the rest of the information behind the fact of her infertility. Instead, her elbows shifted to push herself up before her left hand cupped the side of his face. “Dieu, j'ai besoin de toi maintenant, s'il te plaît.” Two of her fingers were placed at his lips in case he tried to say something while she uttered the magic words to him.

Krauser knew the language and with the given assurance, he relaxed. One of her fingers slipped inside his mouth so his teeth could grab hold of the fabric and pull the glove off. The soft shine of the metallic surface gleamed from the little moonlight and felt the weight and smooth warmth of her hand resting behind the nape of his neck and her right hand caressing his biceps as he leaned down and trailed kisses from her collarbone down to her navel while he removed the final article off her body.

The taste of her was as he expected. Heaven. The kind of dessert he’s been waiting to have for seconds since dinner. Not only seconds, but thirds, fourth, a drug he can’t stop until she was begging him to stop. He can feel her fingers combing through his scalp to grab his hair as the result of his tongue entering inside with a finger to send her over the edge in no time. A fact he will take advantage of for next time. He loved the fact that she was calling for him like a hymn in prayer and he loved how beautiful she sounded as she begged for him, the way her body reacted as he remembered in the tent months ago, and this time they have the piracy they needed all to themselves without prying eyes. 

When Krauser stopped as soon he felt her reaching for her climax, he pulled away with her juices gleaming on his face. It earned him to hear her whining underneath her breath for him. Calling for him by his given nickname from her.

“Jackie…”

“You’ll get it, dollface.” Their faces were inches apart from each other, she could smell her scent on him. Lost in his eyes, Krauser took his chance to slide an arm under her back, his hand secured on her hip and lifted her up to lay her on the bed properly. Her hair spread out on the pillows was like wings and combing his fingers through the strands felt like silk to his touch. “Be a good girl for me and let me handle this.” He said while he undo his pants and remove them along his boxers to free his erection. 

“Yes sir.” It was all she said before she bit her bottom lip to see his length twitching and oozing with precum. Her arms were raised and she draped them around his broad shoulders loosely to lower him down before a gasp escaped her lips by the feeling of him entering inside of her. A slow soft shudder was then made and then came a moan before she tossed her head back against the soft pillows. “Oh god.”

“God’s not here, dollface.” His voice vibrated against her throat while his teeth grazed against her skin before sucking on it to leave another mark on her. “Only me.”

Her breath hitched now that the pace has shifted faster for them but the force was deliberate to keep her on edge and overstimulated. It didn’t help that he was also staring at her with those icy blue eyes frozen with intent and desire for her, it gave her odd feelings by the way he looked at her and prolonged eye contact for her in the past has never felt odd. This however did and Trish wasn’t sure how to react but to look away instead.

“Look at me, Trish.” He said her name again with a hard thrust inside of her. “Look at me while we’re making love.” Now that was the word that nearly caught her off guard. Almost taboo. Yet it sat right for her with him. The single brown eye met his blue eyes again, and she found herself skating through a frozen pond without care and without being seen but one. Krauser. Her legs locked around his waist once more and tightened it to deepen the thrusts and her hands found his back, digging her nails into his skin like before. Something was missing. Something that left an odd flutter in her stomach other than his cock hitting her sweet spots and edging her endlessly.

Ah, that’s it.

“Kiss me, Jack.” The title had been dropped and he was back to the man she was finally seeing through the veil of authority and war brewing inside of him. She wasn’t begging for a request, nor was she asking politely for one. She craved it and knew he would too. “I want the feeling of your lips against mine again and I know you want it too. So kiss me.” The mattress shifted underneath her as Krauser lowered down, pressing their chests together and the pace slowed down but not the force. He angled his head to trail small lazy kisses across her jawline, tasting the sweet salt on her skin, ran them up to her chin and captured her lips in his.

He kept his right hand under her thigh and moved his left hand to cup the back of her head to support her up as the kiss grew fierce, hungry, and full of longing. They didn’t need to rush this time, allowing them a chance to take their time to explore their bodies, their mouths, their hearts. For Trish, she had that carnal thought to dig her hand into Krauser’s chest via the stab wound displayed before her eye, and grab his heart to squeeze it. To feel it pulsating in her grasp, to be relieved that he’s still alive, and perhaps take a bite of it and savour the taste of his flesh and blood on her tongue so that she won’t forget how he tasted. For Krauser, it was the desire to figure out how her limbs work. If he should dare dig his fingers into those scars that separated each part of her body parts and probed the insides in hopes of discovering the secrets behind her abilities. What if he separated her head from her body and see how both reacts while he continues to fuck her?

There came a sharp gasp of pain coming from her and soon she asked him to go faster after he bit down her bottom lip to produce blood and suck on it, relishing the pleasant coppery taste of her once more dancing on his tongue. Krauser complied and soon received the stinging pain on his back by her nails dragging down leaving those fine red lines. He chuckled through the pain, further turned on from it and continued at his pace with harder strokes to hear her sweet noises and drink in the sight of her expressions.

He felt her reaching her limit with the fire burning in her stomach was getting stronger by the minute, and came the shuddering attempts to warn him of her climax, no, begging to have her release. She was clenching around him like a vice and her legs shaking in his hands, to which he found it adorable by how different this cold-hearted hitman was behaving underneath him.   

“You sure you want me to do it?” He was nearing his limit too, forcing himself to slow down and avoid finishing too early and ruin the moment for them. He drank in her current state; the thin layer of sweat on her face, the healed lip all red and puffed from the kissing, he realised of the smudged mascara around her eyes, and her lipstick practically ruined and transferred on her skin whenever he left kisses on her body. There came that long old thought he had back in that tent, urging him to fill her up and take the chances if she was able to carry with the help of the plaga to fix it. The little conscious at the back of his head was telling him don’t.

The thoughts were silenced when Trish cupped his face, returning the tender gesture, and on her face was written with a clear answer for him. “Please Jack. Give it to me.”

The words alone were enough to give him to pick up the pace again and once they were near, he silenced her screams with his mouth as they reached their climax together. Krauser held her body against his to keep her still while he rode through the aftershocks for them and filled her womb up with his hot seed, whispering soft praises to her face about what a good girl she has been for him until their bodies finally relaxed. Neither of them wanted to move, being content after what they had done. A completely different feeling from what they did back on that island.

“Stay.” It was all she managed to muster from her heavy breathing, so soft as if she’s almost coaxing him to do so. “Stay for the night, Jack.” Her hands smoothed over his shoulders down to his chest, placing her real hand over his left pec to feel his heart. Still beating, still alive. Her prosthetic caressed his cheek with such tenderness again after the intense sex they just had. Krauser angled his head to place a kiss on the cold metal that tasted of his sweat, his eyes remained locked on hers.

“We can have breakfast tomorrow.” Trish continued. “I’ll pay for the meal this time.” A soft sigh escaped her lips when he pulled out his soft cock and laid next to her, staring at the ceiling thinking. While he was lost in his own thoughts, or perhaps recuperating after the whole ordeal, Trish slowly sat up and made her way to the bathroom to shower. The water set to the warm temperature and while she waited for it to heat up, she cleaned the makeup off, examined the bite marks Krauser had left on her, removed her arm, and finally stepped under the showerhead.

Lost in the blissful heat of the water that soothed away her sore muscles and washed away the smell of sex, blood, and his cum she’s cleaning out of her, she didn’t realise of his presence watching her, examining her precisely, before joining her into the shower.

Krauser snaked an arm to the front and grabbed her jawline and part of her throat, his other hand pressed against her sides and it slid down to her hips near her scar. His middle finger rubbed against the depth of the dismembered scar and dragged his nails slowly through her soft flesh.

“I want you, Dullahan.” He spoke against her ear with the utter of her alias name, grazing his teeth against the shell of her ear. After two years he has finally uttered his feelings to her. “You’re strange, full of secrets, powers that people fear and want, but you’re alluring to me. Strength, wits, it was almost like looking at a mirror but we’re two completely different people. If you didn’t save me, I wouldn’t be breathing the same air in this very room with you. I-Damnit woman, tell me.” His head pulled away and turned her around, her back pressed against the cold blue tilted walls, searching for any expressions on the woman he had fallen in love with. His feelings have become difficult to convey into words and was not as elegant by the way she spoke. “Who am I to you?”

“I don’t know where to begin.” She admitted, taken by his confessions towards her, she almost didn’t believe he had feelings for her. “I never expected to feel such emotions I have experienced when I’m around you, let alone the mere thought of you that has plagued my head. You are…” Her throat bobbed before she swallowed. “A perfection you believed you’re not one. Man or monster, you are an irreplaceable person I will never find in another if you were gone.” Krauser stepped closer and the rest of her thoughts died immediately. A confession wasn’t ready to be spoken out as her feelings for him had not been properly developed based only on her ideals and more importantly her paranoia. “I do not know where we will go but, I want to take the chance to figure you out. To know who you truly are before I could make up my mind about you. Not for my conscience but for my…My heart.”

If only she knew that his heart nearly stopped beating again from those words. As much as he wanted to admit what feelings he has for her, she wasn’t ready for the next step. Perhaps she was still uncertain where they lie after what happened in Valdelobos. She doesn’t know enough about him nor does he know anything about her. They were not friends, allies was a completely different subject, and the only way to describe each other was with the term acquaintances or business partners. 

She slipped her arm around his neck, and Krauser pulled her against his body, tilting her head back. His teeth grazed against her neck now littered with bites and hickeys that there was no more space to leave another. Her lips were still red and puffy from all the kissing that he gave her another long kiss.

“Will you stay for the night?” Trish whispered to him after the kiss. Her thumb stroked his scar. “Please?”

“Alright.” His answer was given. He reached for something next to her head and gave her a bottle of body wash. “Be a doll and help wash my back.” They showered in peace in the little shower space but neither of them complained about it while they cleaned each other. Krauser was being gentle with her as his hands lathered her body with the suds and was careful with certain areas that were still healing or bruised. He even caressed her stub and wondered how she lost her arm. It was hard to imagine losing a limb and being replaced with a prosthetic, considering himself lucky his was still intact yet the pain was unbearable and he nearly couldn’t move his arm when it got injured. Trish has done her best to clean areas she can’t reach or with one hand only such as his hair. To see it down was a new sight for her, she nearly smiled when he tried to slick it back, the water would push it down. Her hand grazed over the large scar across his left arm, the cause of his discharge. 

She lifted up his arm, rested it on her shoulder, and turned her head so she could lay a kiss over his scar. 

Krauser had nothing to wear to sleep but only in his boxers while Trish wore a clean pair of underwear and a black singlet. Once she switched off the table light next to her, they were returned to the darkness once more. Trish laid on her side facing the window, her back facing him, Krauser laid on his back and stared at the ceiling until the movements in bed shifted his gaze to turn at the woman, now staring at him. 

“Can you hold me, please?” It was almost awkward, almost too quiet when she asked him as if afraid that after their intercourse and their little intimate moment in the shower was considered enough for him. Without a word, Krauser complied, turning onto his side, draping his arm over her waist, and pulled her close to him. His heartbeat was steady and slow as her head was pressed against his chest. His dog tags were felt underneath her shoulder and she pulled it out, feeling the notches of his information. She tried her best to read them in the darkness with her thumb while Krauser watched her outline until he whispered, “Get some sleep, Trish.”

The attempted reading stopped and he felt his dog tags were let go gently. Trish tucked her arm between them and pressed her face against his collarbone, slowly inhaling the scent of the cheap hotel body wash, and Krauser gently rubbed her lower back to help lull her to sleep faster. 

“Thank you for tonight, Jack.” She whispered as sleep was starting to overtake her, letting out a small yawn while her eyelids grew heavy. He gave a soft hum as his response, not wanting to break the spell. “For both the date and this intimate time.” If only she could see the small smile gracing on the man’s lips but she can feel the warmth of his lips when he gave her a small kiss on her forehead. A tender but romantic gesture he has made that gave an odd flutter in her heart and a change of chemicals in her body.

“Goodnight Trish.” He said and pulled the covers higher. “Go to sleep.”

“Goodnight Jack.” Her arm soon tucked under his arm and rested on his back, holding him too, while her legs tangled between his legs. Krauser took longer to fall asleep, preferring to focus on the sound of her soft snores and felt the slow movements of her breathing. It’s been too long since he had this kind of intimacy in his life and experiencing this now with her, it felt nice. Peaceful. The kind of peace he didn’t expect for a civilian life he never wanted but now he was craving more of it. 

He was craving this kind of experience with her.