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Secret Admirer

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GNLibrarian!Reader

Summary: It is fall, and Leon Kennedy has a secret admirer.

Warning tags:  ROOTH TOOTING FLUFF, college au, leon wears glasses, shy!reader&leon, leon self depreciates a bit

Author's Notes: hiii. though where i live fall doesn’t exist (i swear, we are all being cooked alive at this point), im happy to write something to welcome fall! dedicated to @sarahs-secrets2 whose birthday is tomorrow! happy birthday, my friend!! thank you for being such an amazing friend to me, you are the best!! also i won't lie, i might be working on a small drabble for a smutty second part (flannel shirts, all im saying). dividers by @firefly-graphics. images found on pinterest and edited on faceapp.

leon's masterlist

It all starts right at the beginning of fall.

Leon Kennedy never considered himself the type of guy someone could deeply fall in love with. In his own opinion, he has always been an average kind of guy. A little shy, with a pair of black glasses in front of his eyes since he couldn't see long or short distances.

Since entering college and breaking up with his first (and only) girlfriend, romance wasn't clearly in his plans. He had to focus on his studies to become a lawyer and pass the bar exam. Unlike his colleagues, who partied every Friday, Leon was busy with his head inside books—most of the time.

There is also another weighting factor: Leon had a merit-based scholarship. It is not something he would tell someone, but it meant he had worked his ass off to get there, prove himself to stay there every semester. He couldn't waste his time with anything, especially with romance.

Leon enters the already chilly Friday, his scarf close to his face. For some reason, fall had arrived earlier, and he couldn't be more grateful. The library is almost empty, except for a few students here and there. He goes to his usual spot, between two tall bookshelves, a seat at the very end, hidden from the rest of the world. Before he can get there, a smiling familiar face carrying a few books in their arms appears in his path: you, who worked in the library and was always ready to help students whenever needed.

"Back already?" You joke, whispering. Leon feels his blush spread, smiling back.

"You know me, can't stay away too long."

You giggle, seeming equally flustered. There is a moment of silence where you two stare at each other, saying nothing else. Then, you handle Leon one of the books from your arms.

"Here. This just arrived today. I hope it can be helpful."

Before Leon can answer, you leave, waving, without looking directly at his face. Leon walks to his usual spot, removes his jacket, and hangs on the chair before placing the book on the table. He sits, opens the first page, and finds a yellow post-it with something written on it. Leon then takes his glass case out of his backpack, changing his distance ones to the reading ones. Yeah, he was one of those blessed ones who couldn't see far away or close. There it was, written in blue ink:

"Hi! I hope I don't scare you by writing this, but I just wanted to let you know you are adorable!" 

Leon's eyebrows raise as he looks around. Most students in there have their heads on their books. You had given this book to him earlier, so maybe? No, Leon realizes. So many other students have probably read it before. Wait, but didn't you say the book just arrived today? Well, it could have been a donation, and someone left it there.

Without making much noise, Leon gets up to look for you behind your front desk. You seem focused but promptly raise your head when you see Leon coming.

"Hey. Something wrong?" Your face is blurred, and Leon suddenly realizes he didn't change into his long-distance glasses.

"Yeah. Someone left this note in the book. Just wanted to give you a heads up."

"Oh." Leon handles the book for you, and he can't quite figure out your expression due to the lack of proper glasses. "I guess it came with the donation."

"Yeah. Probably." You whisper back in a strange tone. Leon gives you a slight nod before returning to his usual spot. Well, that was odd, but he didn't have time to think much about it. He needed to remain focused anyway.

Next Friday comes, and the temperatures slowly start dropping, which comes with a relief to Leon. He hates the heat, despises how the Earth is warming up, and nobody seems to give a damn about it. The view to the campus Library looks so pretty now: straight out from a book, orange leaves on the floor, crunching as Leon walks over them. It was one of his favorite Autumn activities when he was a kid—that and carving pumpkins. The only problem with the sudden chilly weather was his glasses getting fogged, but hey, it seemed like a fair trade.

He arrives near the library's building, finding you outside. You are wearing a deep green sweater with some trees drawn on it. On the top of your head, a cute black hat protects your ears. Leon can't help but smile when he notices you rub your hands and arms.

"It is not even that cold yet." Leon teases as he gets close. You look back at him, startled but happy to see him.

"Says the one with the heavy jacket and a scarf!"

"Hey!" Leon complains, pretending to be insulted. "At least this is better than the heat we had before, right?"

"Yeah."

Before Leon can walk in and leave you alone, he asks, his curiosity peaking.

"Hey, so what about that note from last week? Discovered where it was from?"

"Oh." You seem taken aback by his question before shrugging, "I don't know. I threw it away anyway. Nothing important."

Leon nods before waving and walking into the warmth of the library. It is as empty as last week, which Leon prefers. He goes to his usual spot, noticing the yellow post-it on top of his table. Leon rushes to grab it and read. It is written in the same blue ink as before.

"Just wanted to wish you a good week. I admire you from afar, hoping you achieve all your goals!"

Leon's first reaction is to look for you, show you the new note, and believe again this is a mistake. But then he ponders, his curiosity speaking louder. No, he isn't interested in romance, nor does he have time for it. But, if those notes are really, really meant for him, why? He isn't that special or someone who should have secret admirers. Leon has always been curious, so he places the note in his pocket.

In the weeks following, he ends up receiving more and more notes. They are on top of his desk, under the desk, near the wall, always visible so he can find them. And since the first two ones, they have started to come signed with "Your Secret Admirer." It can't just be a coincidence at this point.

"You are doing amazing, and I hope you continue to do so! - Your secret admirer."

"I wish I could say how much I admire you to your adorable face! - Your secret admirer."

"It makes me so happy to see you pursuing your dream; it gives me the courage to pursue mine! - Your secret admirer."

"One of these days, I will gather the courage to invite you out, but until then, I keep thinking about you as I look at the stars."

Leon's suspicions are towards someone inside the library, of course. His first thought is you, but it simply can't be. You are too bright, too cute, too funny for him. Deep down, Leon wishes it was you; he might have harbored a tiny crush on you since the first time you helped him, but he knows it can't be. His other suspicions are the other people in the library, but he barely knows them, except for an eventual nod or "hello" here and there.

It is finally time for the first week of exams, and the library is getting crowded. Leon arrives earlier that Friday and, for a miracle, can find his spot empty and, sadly, no note this time. He tries not to concentrate on his disappointment, focusing on his studies when, in the corner of his eyes, he comes into the corridor. You look dressed for a freezing winter, rushing toward Leon with something in your hands. When you see him, you stop in your tracks, your eyes slightly going wide. Then you turn around, leaving in the other direction. 

Much later that night, Leon walks to the front desk. You look busy but still manage to give him a tired smile.

"Getting crazy over here, huh."

"Yeah. It is time for the tests, so people can go a little crazy." You explain, shrugging. You look anxious, but Leon presumes it relates to the agitated week. "Hey, do you mhm like pumpkin chocolate brownies?"

"Sure?" Leon's stomach grumbles as you pull out something from your drawer. He hadn't had something to eat since he came to the library three hours ago. Two small pumpkin chocolate brownies, probably from the candy shop near the campus. "Thanks, I haven't eaten anything today."

"Just don't eat here, okay?" You wink, smiling.

Leon holds them, staring at your table as you return your attention to your work. A pile of books is nearby and more on the other side of the table. His attention is drawn to a small yellow paper folded so many times. He gathers his courage and opens his mouth to finally ask you what he has been dying to ask you this whole time.

"Hey, is it you my—?"

"Excuse me, can you help me find this book?" A female student calls your attention, interrupting Leon. You didn't seem to have heard anything, Leon asked, excusing yourself to help the stressed lady. 

Leon watches his surroundings. He shouldn't think about that, but his body works faster than his mind. Leon grabs the yellow folded paper and runs away without looking back, his whole face red. Did he just steal something? 

When he is out of the library range, he stops near a street light and frantically opens the post-it, his hands shaking, not due to the cold. Could it be you? Could it be really you? Leon reads it once. Then twice.

"Hey, I know you have been studying so hard. Here, have some pumpkin chocolate brownies to sweeten your night and give you some luck for the tests!- Your Secret Admirer."

So, it is you. Leon re-reads the sentence over and over again, thinking of different possibilities. It could have been an accident, right? Someone else could have brownies for him, some other secret admirer. But so specific like that?

"Stop. You are overreacting." Leon whispers to himself, placing the note in his jacket pocket. He looks back towards the library, half of him demanding for him to go back in there and face you. Wasn't Leon that wanted to have been you this whole time? Keeping all the notes even though they might not be for him? Wasn't he even considering opening an exception for this rule just because of you?

Leon will make a decision. Not tonight, no. Tonight, he will enjoy the feeling of knowing you are his secret admirer. 

Two weeks pass, and you don't see Leon. You wonder where he is since the last time he almost caught you placing the brownies and the note on his desk. You should have known he would arrive earlier since Leon has been so responsible about his studies (something you admired about him). Not coming for two weeks? You wonder if he was sick. Or maybe Leon chose to study in his dorm since the library had been so crowded lately.

After helping an agitated first-year who couldn't find a Math book, you walk back to your table and find a Pumpkin bookmark there. You turn it around, finding a sentence in beautiful handwriting: "Some say Autumn isn't the season of love, but I disagree when I have Fallen for you. - Your Not-So-Secret-Admirer?"

You feel your cheeks heating up, immediately thinking about Leon and finding him right before you, his entire face red as a tomato. You open your mouth and close it, unsure what to say.

"Sorry. I hope that didn't scare you."

"N-no! You didn't!" You reply loud enough to get some "sshhh." You shut your mouth, looking apologetic towards Leon, who smiles.

"Would you like to go out with me? There is a harvest fair nearby, and I was wondering if we could..."

"I would love to." You rush to answer, whispering. "If I don't disturb your studies, of course."

"Nope, not a problem."

Some might say nothing grows during Autumn. The leaves fall as the plants prepare for another winter until spring gives them life again, and the cycle repeats. Well, some things can bloom during Autumn, as Leon Kennedy's smile to you is enough proof of that.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: This one has been done for a while, but I haven’t posted it cause I didn’t really like what I wrote, I think. Not sure, but I posted it to see if you guys would like it.

It’s similar to the other blurb I made with Leon and Luis, but I still hope this one is somewhat enjoyable. 🤞🏽

Pairing: RE4 Remake!Leon S. Kennedy x reader

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“So, you gonna come train with me, or just sit there?” Leon asked, shooting the targets that appeared in front of him.

Courtesy of the Merchant.

“I am practicing, if you must know.”

The session stops and Leon puts his guns safety on, pointing it at the floor. “Practicing? What are you practicing exactly?”

“The art of seduction.” I said, and he laughs setting his gun down on the table.

“Can I ask why you’re practicing that?”

“Well, I vowed to never tell, but for you,” I lean closer to his ear. “I’ll make an exception.”

He grins shaking his head, resting his hands on my hips. “I’m practicing, because I wish to use it on someone, I know.”

“Do I know this someone?”

“Yep. You know him well.” He grins, cheekily. “He’s tall. Sweet as candy. A romantic..” He hums as my description of this ‘special’ someone.

“His hair is incredibly soft, and silky.” I reach up to touch his hair, before bringing it down, setting it on his chest. “And his name begins with an ‘L.’ I’m sure, you know who I’m talking about.”

He nods, “It’s me.”

“It’s Luis.” We said at the same time and Leon rolls his eyes, backing away from me.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, as he faced forward. “Mostly.”

He scoffs, taking the safety off and make sure, the mag was full. I back up and lean up against the table. “You know, you’re cute when you’re jealous.” I mess with the hair, that fell in front of his face.

He doesn’t respond, going over to the targets. “I wasn’t lying about all the things I just said. It was truly meant for you, Lee.”

“But I had to say it, it was there for the taking.” I laugh, and Leon can’t help but laugh with me.

My laugh just so happened to be contagious.

[drabblesandimagines]

could i request something with leon and a reader with lots and lots of energy? like i imagine reader jumping around the house for some reason and leon trying to keep up with that energy. that would be so cute idk 😩

Okay, I must apologise because I fear this went waaaay off topic, but I immediately thought of nervous energy and this fluffy bit came out. I hope you still enjoy it - please let me know!

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Leon Kennedy x female reader, established relationship

Leon smiles as you finally perch down on the edge of the sofa besides him, moving to slip his arm around your shoulders and pull you in for a cuddle – loves it when you nuzzle into his chest - only for you to get to your feet once more, walking over to the opposite sofa to straighten up the cushions.

You’ve had non-stop energy all day and, thinking back on it, he swears you’d even ate breakfast and lunch without sitting down once. It started with you being out of bed before him, usually an impossible task with his internal 6am alarm clock. He’d often left you tucked up in bed after a kiss on the forehead before he went for his morning run, knowing full well you still wouldn’t be awake on his return.

He’d be a liar though if he didn’t admit that he was still recovering from the Alcatraz incident – some of those bruises were still healing, making him groan like an old man sometimes if he’d sat in one position too long. More recently, and aided by a period of leave from the DSO, he’d been enjoying the lazier starts you were now getting to share, waking up only enough to nuzzle his face into your neck, a few soft kisses here and there, and spooning you into the mid-morning.

No such treat that morning, though. By the time he’d lugged himself down the stairs, you’d mopped the kitchen floor and been to the grocery store whilst it dried.

“What can I do, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, thanks. All under control.” You beam, multitasking up a storm in front of him. You poured him a cup of coffee from the machine and turned back to the stove where you were somehow already cooking him breakfast, a cake was baking away in the oven, all whilst mentioning something about how you were holding off on vacuuming until he was awake. He's a bit in awe at your energy levels today – though it was true he had a few years older than you, he didn’t think it was to this much of an extent. Next, you’d vacuumed all of the rooms, shaking your head at his offer to do them, thinking you were just being a little too particular on the way you liked them done, and when you washed the windows, dusted the surfaces, cleaned the bathroom… But as 5pm rolled closer, he finally realizes what it is, cursing himself internally.

“Sweetheart…” he trails off as you decide the cushion needs a little more fluffing up, now bashing it against your thighs into submission.

“Uh-huh?”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Just, you know, finessing.” You place the cushion down, eyes scanning the rest of the living room. Did you miss that dust on the entertainment console? You were sure you’d ran that fluffy duster everywhere. It’s fine, there’s cloth dusters under the sink – maybe that would be better – and whilst you’re in the kitchen, you should definitely double-check the ice drawer again, just to make sure you definitely have enough ice…

As you head towards the kitchen, you stop a moment and adjust the bowl of tortilla chips by a fraction of an inch. It’s Leon’s birthday celebration, so you’ve laid out your best snack spread, including two huge bowls of homemade guacamole – a family recipe that has never not once been a hit when you’ve rolled it out – but now you’re not sure it’s enough.  It’s not Leon’s actual birthday either as he never wants a fuss, no balloons and definitely no banners – reminds him too much of his evening at the RPD HQ - but after Alcatraz, Chris, Jill, Claire, Rebecca and he had stayed in regular contact and somehow what was going to be beers at a bar had escalated into a little gathering at his to celebrate his birthday… and for them to meet you.

Leon has other ideas as you head towards the kitchen and your mind’s too focused to see him poised as you go to walk past. He grabs hold of your wrist and suddenly you find yourself on his lap after a firm and gentle tug, his other arm now wrapped tightly around your waist and keeping you in place.

“You’re nervous.”

“I’m not.” So what if your leg is bouncing up and down on the spot? He lets go of your wrist then, places his palm flat on your thigh and stills it.

 “Liar. You’ve been on the go since dawn – I’m tired just watching you.”

“Fine, maybe I’m a little nervous.” You relent – could never resist those blue eyes of his. “You’ve never invited friends round here before, let alone had a birthday party and I want everything to be perfect.”

He smiles – the one you know that precedes a corny line. “It is already perfect because you’re here.”

You roll your eyes.

“Seriously – they’ll like you, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You’ve heard of them from his stories – little snippets he’ll share from his work. They’re all so strong, and brave, and clever…

“Because I love you.”

You still go weak at that knees when he tells you those words – he sounds as sincere as the first time he said it. You lean forward then, kissing him deeply. His hand rubs up and down your back as you do, making all the anxious thoughts stop for a moment as you focus on him and his touch alone.

You pull back after a moment and take in his soft, lovestruck expression, placing a hand on his cheek.

 “I still think I should make another bowl of guacamole, though. Just in case.”

“You’ve already made two huge servings, sweetheart - we’re good.”

And, when Chris takes another heaving scoop of it atop his tortilla chip later that evening, it’s Leon’s turn to relent.

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Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

[porcelainseashore]

Into the Ether (7)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Vampire! Toreador! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: At the all-night events cafe you run, you’ve become acquainted with an elusive patron, Leon, though you can never remember the last moments of your interactions together. After a harrowing encounter, a love-hate relationship develops between the two of you as you grapple with your newfound status in a world of darkness and investigate the reasons behind the untimely attacks.

Content & Warnings: 18+ Resident Evil x Vampire: The Masquerade crossover, horror, mystery, romance, slow burn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut, swearing, smoking, alcohol, drug references, non consensual blood drinking, blood bond, vampire turning, violence, injury, mild gore, torture, religious themes, minor character death, RE ensemble, VtM concepts.

Taglist: @admirxation @angelstargel @miss-oranje-disco-dancer ❤️‍🔥

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Chapter 7: More Than Human

During the time you stayed at his place, Leon let you have the bed while he took the couch. You tried not to feel guilty as he draped one of his extra bed sheets over it, fluffing the cushions up like pillows. And you tried not to feel the same guilt again, when you glanced over at the broken bedpost that you’d damaged in a fit of anger not long ago.

With a remote control, he closed the blackout shutters over every window in the apartment. They locked themselves with a click, ensuring that all outside light would be blocked out. A large duffel bag sat by the side of the room. Earlier, you’d packed a bunch of your stuff and transferred them over to your temporary residence. You didn’t know when you’d be able to return home again. Perhaps when the case that you’d been unwittingly assigned to was over and you had the chance to invest in some thick blinds.

You kept the usual hygiene routines you’d practiced before, wanting to retain any sense of normalcy you could from the time you had been human. Leon appeared to do the same. You felt like a weird couple, brushing your teeth together as your deadened gazes stared straight into the bathroom mirror. What was the point of pretending to be something you weren’t? You spat out the foamy toothpaste, traces of reddish-pink swirled along its surface. At least you could still bleed.

“Sleep well,” he murmured, fingers grazing your wrist as you passed by his couch. Then, he was out like a light.

You watched as he entered into a comatose type of daysleep; no breathing and no heartbeat to be found. He lay like a corpse, dead to the world — exposed, vulnerable and defenseless. Only vitae could reanimate him now.

You were glad that you couldn’t dream in this state. After what you had experienced, there would be no shortage of night terrors. Leon had mentioned about other Kindred who could hear whispers from the Abyss or the Beast in their sleep, but so far you hadn’t had to worry about that. In fact, going to sleep felt like dying all over again and for a moment you panicked, thinking you were suffocating on a bed you were unaccustomed to. But soon, you drifted off into nothingness, and your brain shut down until it was time for you to rouse the blood again.

It was an hour before sunset when you woke up, gulping in air as if you had drowned and resurfaced. Maybe it would take a couple more tries before you’d become more familiar with the feeling. You peered down from the upper level of the loft, spotting that Leon was still out cold. Funny how you were the early bird for once.

Filling a glass with the tangy, dark red liquid from his supply in the fridge, you drank it imagining it was beetroot juice. It was easier to stomach it this way. Your colleagues were expecting you at the cafe this evening, and you decided to get yourself ready to head off, paying close attention to the way you styled your hair, your makeup and even your clothes. You weren’t sure if they would be able to sense if anything was ‘off’ about you.

Leon hadn’t instructed you to do anything tonight, but it still felt as though you were a grounded kid sneaking out on a sleeping parent as you left the apartment building for a place you’d always regarded as your second home. Perhaps it would be nice to pay a visit to something you were familiar with in your previous life.

“Whoa… hey! If it isn’t the girl who came back from the dead!” Patrick called out the moment you stepped into the establishment. 

You nearly choked on your saliva, and he must’ve noticed the look of absolute horror on your face, as he peppered it with, “I mean, your phone was dead, and, uh, we thought you got kidnapped or something,” while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Bursting into laughter from the unnecessary tension you had been holding in, you pulled him into a tight, almost desperate hug, like you’d never been happier to see him. He seemed flustered by your sudden display of affection, but returned the embrace, giving you a few awkward pats on the back.

“Y’know, something about you seems… different,” he squinted, giving you a once-over, when you released him from your grip.

Shit, did you miss a spot? Was there blood on your teeth? Could he tell that you weren’t human anymore? A barrage of thoughts raced through your mind, until you reminded yourself to play it cool with one of those jokes you usually cracked when you didn’t know what else to say.

“Yeah, guess I got pretty.” You shrugged, emitting another giggle as he rolled his eyes.

“If you were fishing for compliments, you could’ve just said so. I’m a generous man,” he retorted before heading towards the stage area to set up. “Anyway, whatever. Holler if you need me!”

As the evening crowd began to trickle in, you noticed that the two companions who seemed to know Leon, albeit on less than friendly terms, had shown up tonight as well. They waltzed over to you, though the nearer they got, the more they looked like they were treading on eggshells. You feigned busyness and the nonchalance that came with it, putting away clean glasses and helping your colleagues to take orders at the bar. It wasn’t until the male counterpart of the two thumped his broad, hefty hand on the counter top to get your attention, that you could no longer avoid the inevitable and turned his way.

“How can I help you?” you asked, putting on a well-practiced, polite smile.

“Mind if we take this somewhere more private?” It didn’t sound like he was the type to take ‘No’ for an answer.

“Um, sure?” You acted as if you were confused, but you had an inkling of where this was heading and wanted to see if your suspicions had been right all along.

Leading them to a storage area at the back, which was semi-hidden from public view, you waited for them to talk.

“So, we heard about your new status,” the man began, carefully choosing his words.

Oh boy, that explains it. “Jesus, you guys too?” you blurted out, pressing your forehead against the palm of your hand as you heaved an exaggerated sigh. “How many of you are there? And why my cafe?”

Before he could answer, you kicked a loose piece of trash on the floor in irritation and cursed out loud, “God-fucking-dammit.”

The man raised his hands halfheartedly like bear paws, his soft brown eyes looking on at you in amusement. “Sis, you sure this one’s a Toreador?” he roared out in laughter. “Smells more like one of us.”

The woman rolled her eyes, pushing her way forward in front of this hulk of a man. “Sorry about my brother, he’s not great with women.” You heard a disgruntled snort from him as she said that.

“Anyway, I’m Claire,” she mentioned rather matter-of-factly, though she hesitated a little before sticking out her hand towards you cagily, as if you might chew her head off. 

You weren’t sure what all the fuss was about as you accepted it, offering a firm handshake, which seemed to surprise her. For the first time, she smiled appreciatively back at you while you followed up with a short introduction.

Turning towards the man, she indicated, “This big boy here is Chris.”

Without any pretense, you took his hand proactively, giving it a similar handshake as he glanced at his sister, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Does she know?” he questioned.

Claire ignored him, focusing on you instead as she broached the subject. “Listen, I’m gonna cut to the chase here. You and I? We’re kinda on different sides, if you catch my drift.”

You nodded at her to continue.

“Thing is, most of us Anarchs are wondering if we’re now gonna have to vacate this area, ’cause uh, well, you’re a Cammy,” she tried to put her point across as succinctly as possible. “And I don’t mean this as a threat or anything, but I gotta say, there are some who are pretty pissed that this shit went down.”

Right, the Anarchs. They were but a brief footnote in Leon’s history lesson. The ones who broke away from the Camarilla, founding their own governing structure from what they deemed as ‘oppressive rule’. You likened them to left wing radicalists against the exclusive, upper echelons of conservative society. It was a no-brainer which group out of the two you would have preferred, but unfortunately Leon had already made that choice for you.

Anger at the lack of agency you had in all of this unfurled like gaseous vapor, sluggishly rolling off the tip of your tongue. “Fuck Kindred politics and whatever form of bullshit that it comes packaged in,” you seethed. “I’m not going to play anybody’s game here. As long as you behave, you’re welcome in my books.”

Chris gave a low, drawn-out whistle through his teeth as he clapped measuredly in response, somewhat impressed by your impassioned speech. “I like this one; she’s got some bite,” he told Claire before addressing you wistfully, “Damn, you would’ve made a great baby Brujah.”

No prizes for guessing that these two belonged to that clan. Rabble-rousers, spirited fighters, but intellectuals all the same. You wondered what it would’ve been like to join them. Were you merely a Toreador by lineage alone, shoehorned into the clan because of some forlorn love that your sire had for you? One that you were conflicted in reciprocating. Or did you actually have the heart of Brujah instead? What would happen if you didn’t belong in your clan?

“Yeah, that’s a shame,” she agreed. “Though you are a bit like Leon in some ways.”

“Claire!” her brother warned. It was his turn to knock some sense into her.

“What do you mean by that?” you pried, aghast that they could find any similarities between you and the man who broke your trust.

She opened her mouth to say something further, but he gripped her arm as his eyes narrowed at her.

Wedging yourself between the two of them, you demanded, “You can’t just bring him up and leave me hanging?!”

“See what you’ve done now?” he fumed, the corners of his mouth drawn downwards into a pronounced frown.

“Chris, she’s gonna find out sooner or later,” she fired back.

“Will someone just tell me what the fuck is going on?” you groaned in exasperation.

Chris let go of Claire roughly. “Fine, sis,” he grunted. “But you deal with the aftermath.”

Yanking her arm away, she tugged her devilish red leather jacket down by the lapels to straighten it, before explaining, “Leon used to run with the Anarchs for a while. Well, not officially, according to the Cam, but I would’ve considered him like a brother.”

Shooting daggers at Chris, she added snippily, “Apparently, having one already wasn’t enough, so I had to torture myself with more.”

Chris shoved a fist into his chest, as though an arrow had pierced his heart. “Ouch, that hurts,” he grunted mockingly.

Your jaw dropped at the story that Claire spilled to you. Leon as an Anarch? You could never imagine him joining the cause.

“No way that prissy ass, stuck-up, boy band reject switched sides,” you exclaimed, as Chris stifled a guffaw at your insults. It was evident from your tone that your pent-up frustration over Leon’s convenient omissions and hypocrisy had reached its boiling point.

“Way,” she rebutted smugly. “And I don’t blame you; I’d be mad as hell too if I were in your shoes. Unfortunately, Leon was always guided more by his emotions.”

Expelling a weary sigh, you leaned your arm against the wall and buried your head in the crook of your elbow to steady yourself. “I don’t understand this guy.”

Claire threw you a sympathetic look as she continued, “Now, this is just a hunch, but I’m pretty damn sure he was about to defect to us, when the Cam got him by the balls.”

You perked up, arching your eyebrows as a quizzical expression spread across your face. “With what?”

“That’s a good question. We don’t know,” she admitted, exchanging perplexed glances with Chris that could rival yours. “But must’ve been something nasty.”

You wondered if Leon would tell you if you asked him. But seeing as how he’d already been keeping secrets from you, either out of a misguided belief that it was for your own good or for more malicious reasons, you weren’t optimistic. Maybe you’d wrangle it out of him someday. After all, he owed you — a lot.

“Anyway, you both seem, um, cool? We should stay in touch,” you suggested, suddenly unsure of whether things like this worked the same way in the Kindred world. Perhaps you were overthinking it. 

“Oh, don’t worry,” Claire flashed a grin. “We’re not going anywhere.”

At that moment, something caught Chris’ eye and his previously jovial expression turned solemn. Leaning in, he mumbled into your ear, “By the way, your vampire daddy is here.”

Vampire daddy?

You angled your head to peek in Chris’ line of sight and near the entrance of the cafe, you could make out Leon glaring in your direction. Uh oh, were you in trouble?

“Ha ha, very funny, Chris,” you articulated sarcastically, but before you could make your way over, Leon had beaten you to it, already standing by your side with his hand on your shoulder.

“I see you’ve been getting acquainted with my protegé?” his innocuous question taking on an accusing tone. 

You couldn’t comprehend what the hostility was for. “Yeah, turns out they’re actually great company, so why don’t you back off?”

Chris snickered in the corner as Leon clenched his jaw, visibly incensed by your interference. Wheeling you around, he backed you against the nearby wall, palms flat against either side of your head, caging you in with his body.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” he growled. “And don’t ever interrupt me again.”

His reprimand resounded in your ears which were now bright red; you weren’t sure whether it was from embarrassment or anger, or both. Swallowing a lump in your throat, your eyes darted from his glittering blue ones to his full lips, which were a hair’s breadth away from yours. He remained unmoving, but you could see his features darkening and a conflict brewing in his mind. Warmth pooled in your chest and your face flushed, remembering that same electric rush you felt the last time he was this close to you at the arbors. Was this what you were attracted to — the danger and excitement? Or was there something more to it?

“Having fun babysitting, Kennedy?” Claire’s voice pierced through the mounting tension in the room.

That broke his trance as he peeled himself away from you diffidently, carding his fingers through his hair as its silky strands fell back into his face. “Good to see you too, Redfield,” he remarked dryly. “Still running your mouth like you used to, huh? Guess nothing’s changed.”

Folding her arms across her chest, she shifted her weight to one hip and sassily replied, “Could say the same about you. I mean, you always did have a thing for… interesting women.”

He scoffed, brushing her comment aside with a shake of his head as he steered the conversation onto a different topic. “I need you to do something for me.”

Claire opened her mouth to say something, but he raised his finger to silence her. “Uh-uh, let me finish. This concerns all of our skins. I assume you’re aware of the incident that happened the other night?”

“Yeah, it was pretty fucked up,” Chris attested, speaking on behalf of his sibling, before glancing at you and mouthing “Sorry.”

You gave him a sad, side smile in recognition. It seemed like no matter how you tried to avoid it, you were fated to be reminded of your passing again and again.

“I’m not pointing fingers here, but it’s likely there are more players than the Sabbat involved,” Leon explained.

At this, Claire raised her voice defensively, “Are you trying to pin this on us? You think one of us was responsible?”

Her brother, who seemed to be the more collected one, patted her shoulder a few times, indicating for her to stand down and listen to what else Leon had to say.

Leon nodded curtly at him, as if they shared some sort of unspoken brothers-in-arms code that you and Claire weren't part of. “No one’s blaming the Anarchs. At least, not yet. I made sure of that,” he pledged.

Claire pressed her lips into a thin line; you could see her bristling at Leon’s words. However, she knew that he had done something to prevent Wesker from launching a full-frontal assault and destroying the Anarch conclave in one go.

“That suitor you mentioned…” he trailed off with a slight pause, and for some reason you felt all pairs of eyes land uneasily on you for a brief second before he continued. “The one interested in the East Side domain.”

“Yeah, I know who you’re talking about,” she snapped, obviously uncomfortable with the way this discussion was headed.

“What if it was no accident that she was there,” he suggested, pointing at you as more questions popped up in your head. God, you hated how they talked in riddles sometimes.

Waving her hands about frantically, she rejected this notion and went on a vehement tirade, “That’s nuts! Are you even listening to yourself? You sound fucking insane, how the hell—”

Though, once again, her brother stepped in as the voice of reason, “He’s right, it could be a power play.”

“It could be many things,” Leon corrected, trying to appease the siblings. “I’m just saying we need to keep an eye out. After all, we’re only pawns in this game,” he added cynically.

“And don’t try to argue with me on that, Claire,” he preempted. “You and I both know there’s bullshit within the Anarch ranks too.”

This time, she kept her mouth shut, though her face was still livid.

“Regardless of the politics, another incident like this and we’ll be wiped by the SI, I can guarantee you that,” he stated bluntly.

“He’s got a point,” Chris established, looking over at his sister to see how she was faring.

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she let out an aggravated groan, “Ugh, fine! We’ll see if we can find any dirt on him.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Leon squeezed her shoulder in gratitude before cautioning, “It goes without saying that this stays between us.” His eyes flitted momentarily to where you stood. “Including you.”

To his satisfaction, you bowed your head slightly in acknowledgement, making a mental note to run through some points with him later on.

As the siblings prepared to set off, Claire turned around to address Leon for a final time, “Guess we’ll be seeing you around here more often.” 

Smirking at the dumbfounded expression on his face, she affirmed, “Your protegé declared the grounds as neutral… again.”

With that, they went back to join the crowd in the front of the cafe, leaving the both of you to your own devices.

“Couldn’t you have waited before making a decision like that?” Leon chided, sighing heavily as his eyes searched yours for an explanation.

Unfortunately for him, this time, you had the upper hand. “What was that about not ordering me around in my cafe?” you challenged, chuckling to yourself quietly. “Or did you already forget, Kennedy?”

He glowered at you, realizing a little too late that he’d locked himself into such a deal the night before. Luckily, he still had an ace up his sleeve. “That only works up to a certain extent. Remember, you’re still a fledgling under my care.”

“Right, the sire card,” you simmered, tired of the constant antagonistic exchanges with the man. “Anything else you wanna toss in while we’re at it?”

“Look, I don’t want to keep fighting with you,” he admitted, his gaze softening as his fingers grazed your cheek lightly.

If you were honest with yourself, that was what you longed for as well. “Then don’t give me a reason to,” you breathed, lowering your eyes as you reinstated a suitable distance from him, to avoid any further misgivings.

“I’ll see you later at home,” you whispered, your finger absently tracing the length of his arm as you walked away.

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For the rest of the evening, Leon left you alone at the cafe, and though he sat at his usual spot while he was there, he left at some point halfway through without saying goodbye. On the one hand, you felt relieved that you didn’t have to speak with him further, but on the other, it smarted a little to know that he had ignored you afterwards.

The cafe was bustling with activity as usual, and it was as if you had never left. You found solace in the routine you had set yourself, helping out with the technical system, pouring drinks for guests and taking turns with your colleagues to announce bingo numbers on stage. Of all nights it was Bingo Night. Someone won a travel-sized steam iron while another snagged themselves a pastel-colored riding crop adorned with ribbons. The random prizes made it fun, as evidenced by the giggling faces of the crowd who made their way up to the stage to receive them.

You shared a smile with Patrick, sweating in the muggy air, as the house lights reflected across shiny surfaces, glitter on skin and bejeweled décolletés. The room was cast in a warm, golden glow, soft and blurred on the edges like a Rembrandt painting. Even though time slipped through your fingers like fine sand, things seemed to move in slow motion. You missed this; you missed living, just like the rest of them. Now you could only impersonate life, and watch as the rest of the world grew older while you didn’t, and your friends drop like flies, rotting in their graves while you mourn their loss.

Hot, fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you wiped them away with the back of your hand, still smiling, teeth showing through the pain. Patrick looked over at you in concern and you laughed, dismissing it as being overcome with emotion. What was it—? Your period’s coming? Too many late nights and not enough sleep? Just tiredness, you feigned. Bidding your colleagues goodnight, you trudged out into the sinking cold, already craving the comfort of being surrounded by people, both strangers and companions alike. 

You were lost in your thoughts the whole way back to Leon’s place, so much so that you didn’t even hear him greet you when you came in. It was only after the second time he had called out that you realized you were being spoken to.

“Is something bothering you?” he asked, worried that your current state of mind might have to do with how he had treated you earlier.

Collapsing onto the couch, you let your legs spread out limply over the edge, fiddling with your thumbs. It was not like you could go on social media anymore and chat with your friends on there. Not when your smartphone had been confiscated and all you had left was a semi-allowed, shitty flip phone which was mainly good enough for playing Snake.

You shook your head, but he still came round to sit beside you, holding a metallic, hexagonal contraption in his hand that he had been tinkering with at his study desk. That was when you noticed the reading glasses hanging loosely by a silver chain around his neck. The oddness of his get up momentarily distracted you from your previous troubles.

“You still need those?” you questioned, gesturing towards the dated-looking spectacles before his chest.

“These?” He raised them up, closing one eye as he squinted through the lenses, inspecting for dust. Sticking the tip of his tongue out between his teeth, he rubbed them clean with the hem of his iron-pressed white shirt. It seemed like he was used to them, and had worn them for a very long time.

“No, I don’t,” he answered plainly. “But old habits die hard.”

“They do, don’t they?” you remarked with a bitter smile. “Chasing after things that make you human?”

He sighed, understanding full well the predicament you were in and that he didn’t exactly have a remedy for it. Yet, there was no point in lying to you. 

“I do, and many others do, until we can’t anymore,” he stated. “We’re just a wolf in sheep’s clothing and inherently evil — at least, that’s what the pessimists think.”

What he had mentioned was bleak, but at the same time, you appreciated his honesty, which, in your opinion, had been lacking lately. “What do you think?” you probed, eyeing him with curiosity.

He pondered on it for a while before he spoke, “I don’t believe a word they say,” he confessed. Cradling your chin with his fingers, he lifted it towards him. “You are human enough. Don’t let anyone tell you anything different,” he instructed, brushing his thumb tenderly along your bottom lip.

You felt heat rise towards your cheeks as you actively searched for something else to grab his attention. The contraption — it was lying at his side. “Is that a puzzle box?” you managed to cough out.

“Hm? Oh, yeah,” he muttered self-consciously, handing it to you as you pulled away from each other. “Wanna give it a go?”

He looked at you expectantly as you twisted and turned the various segments of the device like a Rubik’s cube, some of which clicked into place softly, while others remained unfettered and movable. A toothy grin broke out across his face as you motioned to him for help with the remaining steps and he jumped in, placing his hands over yours to connect the remaining steps. 

Before your mind could process the closeness of your bodies and his touch, the contraption connected entirely, unlocking and unfolding itself into a flattened shape. He beamed at the object in triumph, as though he had achieved something remarkable.

“You built this yourself?” you asked, tracing its ridges, impressed with his creativity and craftsmanship.

“Yeah, I've loved puzzles since I was a child,” he explained. “Maybe that’s why I went into solving crimes, huh?” Raising his arms, he stretched himself out and yawned. 

“Anyway, it kind of reminds me of better days,” he added melancholically. “When things were simpler.”

“I would’ve liked to get to know you back then,” you said, only realizing a second later that you had uttered your thoughts out loud. You had to restrain yourself from clamping a hand over your mouth in response.

His face melted at your words, though he kept his distance, uncertain about the mixed signals you’d been sending before. “That’s nice, but you probably weren’t even born yet,” he teased.

You snorted, surprised that he still had the ability to crack you up. “How old are you even?”

“Rude,” he scolded, wagging his finger at you.

Rolling your eyes, you propped yourself up on the couch, suddenly invested in learning about the man’s age. “Come on, tell me,” you coaxed. “I promise to be on my best behavior for a day in exchange.”

“A day?” he guffawed, shaking his head. His bangs swished from side to side as his eyes crinkled in amusement. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“Hey, take it or leave it, old man,” you taunted, turning towards him with an impish smirk.

“That’s a low blow, even for you,” he tutted, pausing briefly before revealing, “'77, I was born then. Embraced when I was 24… or was it 25? It’s been a while.”

“Oh, so you’re not that old then,” you pointed out, mentally calculating that he must’ve been in his unlife for just about over 20 years.

Ever the optimist, he shrugged, unruffled by your comment. “Guess I should take that as a compliment.”

Both of you erupted into peals of laughter — the first genuine one you’ve had in a while. This was how it should’ve been. No tears, no politics, no drama, just easy-going conversations learning about each other. You continued talking a bit more about the past, how he was like, how you were like, and you contemplated if you were just clinging onto things that didn’t exist anymore. He had changed and so did you, but when you looked at a person as a whole, their histories made them who they were. You wanted to accept all of him, though a barrier still stood in your way.

“Can I trust you to always be honest with me?” you raised out of the blue in the middle of your conversation with him.

He was taken aback at first by the sudden request, wondering if there was more to it.

Scooting closer to him, you added, “Even if it’s bad, I want to know.”

It was a lot to ask of him, considering how much the Kindred world relied on secrets, games and deceit. But he knew it was important to you, especially in earning back your trust. A voice in his head, which he had grown accustomed to after being burned time and time again, warned him about betrayal. She’s no different from the others… it said in a garbled, distorted tone, like someone speaking underwater. She’ll use it against you.

Call him naive or stupid, but he went ahead anyway. You could bring him to his knees to beg, and he would still do it gladly. “I’ll try,” he whispered, aware that he was on the verge of signing his unlife away. “You can ask me anything you’d like.”

Your hand pressed lightly against his chest, smoothing out the creases in his clothes as you swept it upwards to his neck. Your caress against his weak spot caused his breath to hitch. Toying with the trace chain hugging his skin, you pried, “Did the suitor you were talking about with Claire have something to do with me?”

Right away, a shadow cast across his face and his eyes clouded over. Withdrawing your hand, you began to regret your choice of words to begin with.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

the ring leader

pairing: leon kennedy x reader x claire redfield

cws/tags: 3sum, claire cucks leon sorta, praise towards reader, making fun of leon, but also dw he gets his rocks off too, claire implied to be lesbian

summary: claire takes it upon herself to teach leon how to fuck you right

a/n: div creds to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

wc: 2k

taglist: @porcelainseashore @leonfucker3000 @rigorwhoring

"Wait, seriously? He doesn't make you cum first?"

"I don't cum every time… I mean, it's not that easy for me."

She should know this, you think. In fact, Claire's the one who brought up the fact that most women can't orgasm from penetration alone. Yet, Claire has a look of complete bewilderment on her face.

"He doesn't deserve you," she says as if it's fact.

"You're totally overreacting," you say, "I didn't say he's bad at it. I just said I don't cum every time we do it."

She puts her hands up as a sign of amicable surrender, though she's firm in her stance on the matter. "All I'm saying is that you deserve better."

"First of all, Leon's a great guy," you say, defending his honor as his loving girlfriend should.

"I know he is. I wouldn't have introduced you to him if I thought he was a bad guy."

Their recent feud aside, Claire does love Leon (platonically), and vice versa.

"He just needs some guidance in the bedroom," she says.

"So, what? You're saying I should teach him?"

You're being sarcastic but she's entirely serious when she says, "No, I'm saying I should."

Claire decides to take it upon herself to teach Leon how to fuck you. It takes almost no convincing to get him to agree to this arrangement, and you're not surprised in the slightest as Claire is undeniably attractive.

So, on a Saturday evening Claire arrives with an overnight bag slung over her shoulder. Knowing can usually fit everything she needs in her pockets and a holster, you can only imagine what 'teaching materials' she's brought with her.

"So, are you two ready?" She asks in lieu of a greeting.

"Shouldn't we… prepare first?" Leon asks, thrown off by her eagerness to begin her lesson. He looks like an apprehensive child on the first day of school.

Claire is his mother rushing him out the door while straightening his collar, maybe the principal chiding him for his tardiness.

"Prepare what?" she says. "How long does it take for your Viagra to kick in?"

"Fuck you. I do not need dick pills." Leon is rather defensive, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was lying. But since his 30th birthday, any mention of his age is offensive.

"But you could use another dye job," she quips, lightly fluffing his hair.

Claire takes you by the hand and leads you to your bedroom, and Leon makes a detour at the mirror on his way there, convinced he'll find a gray hair. Predictable both in his obsession with his appearance and his gullibility when it comes to anything that comes out of Claire's mouth, even if it's a light jab.

You fall into bed immediately upon entering your bedroom. During your brief moment alone, you tell Claire, "Go easy on him tonight."

Her only response is to kiss you, leaving you out of breath and yearning for more when she pulls away. "Go easy on me too."

"I will," she says with a smile and you pull her into another kiss, learning to mirror the dedication of her lips.

Leon strides in, more confident in knowing that he looks young as ever after scrutinizing his appearance. He breaks Claire's attention and you can barely resist whining at the loss of her touch.

"Speak of the devil," she says.

"Don't forget you're in my bed."

He follows his thinly-veiled – and weightless – threat by capturing your lips in a searing kiss. When your arms wrap around his neck, seeking more, he feels like he's winning somehow.

He's about to climb into bed with you when you stop him, pushing him back and insisting, "you're overdressed."

"I thought you liked this suit."

"I'd like it better off," you say, your flirtatious side beginning to show itself.

"Give us a show," Claire proposes.

His cheeks flush and you can tell he's thinking of a way to refuse that doesn't make him sound completely flustered.

"Please, Leon," you say, "it'll be so hot."

"Don't you wanna make your girlfriend feel good?" Claire adds.

He groans, feigns exasperation though he feels more shy than anything else. "Fine," he says.

Leon strips himself of his jacket and tie – which was already undone, hanging around his neck – unceremoniously, while you watch attentively like it's fascinating.

"I hope you ladies are enjoying yourselves," he says, somewhat ironically, laying each article of clothing down on a nearby chair (already covered in things that need to be hung in the closet).

"If I had any ones I'd throw 'em, babe," you say, knowing he needs the encouragement.

Claire's eyes are glued to his crotch, but you'd be surprised if she was eager to see his dick. When he unbuckles his belt, you're practically salivating, but Claire remains focused.

"Can I have that belt and the tie?" She asks.

"This is my good belt," he says – a 'no' – but he tosses her the tie. He hates having things around his neck, he'd do anything to get rid of it.

"This is nice," she muses, rubbing the fabric, studying it.

"Keep it," he says as he slips out of his slacks. He stops his dispassionate strip-show once he gets down to his underwear.

You begin to chant with increasing volume, "take it off, take it off."

"Uh-uh. I'm not gonna be the only one naked in this room." He gestures to you both as to say, "strip."

You comply without hesitation and remove your shirt in front of two very happy viewers. You wouldn't be surprised if you received a standing ovation with the looks of awe on both of their faces. Your pants and bra come off quickly, but just like Leon, you leave your underwear on.

"Come on, Claire, let's see 'em," Leon says, gesturing to her tits. Your state of undress has emboldened him, clearly. He's far from the bashful version of himself he was mere minutes prior.

She scowls at him. "You so do not deserve to see them."

"Please, Claire," you beg, batting your eyelashes and hoping it works like it does on Leon.

And it does.

Leon gives her a low whistle when she removes her top, revealing her tits, and as punishment, she tells him, "go sit over there."

He's lucky he didn't receive a slap in the face.

Topless Claire is even more than fully-clothed Claire so Leon shoves the pile of clothes aside and sits in the chair across from the bed.

"I want you to lie down," she says to you in a much sweeter tone than the one she uses when she speaks to Leon.

She doesn't go straight for your pussy, she makes you wait, teases you until you're begging for it. Claire's mouth starts on your neck and makes its way to your tits, her lips latch onto one nipple while she keeps the other between her thumb and her forefinger. When you whimper and writhe against her, she slots her knee between your thighs, letting you grind against her. But it's not enough, and she knows it.

"Claire," you whine as her fingers run down your sides, only to return to your chest.

"I know you're not used to waiting, but you're a good girl, and I know you can take it."

If your eyes weren't screwed shut, you'd catch a glimpse of Leon, stroking himself to the sight of you. Claire, who has her back to him, is attuned to every noise he makes.

Finally, when she decides you've had enough, she hooks her fingers in your panties and slips them off. Even when her face is between your thighs, she makes you wait, lets her hot breath fan against your clit just to hear you moan.

She begins with languid licks across your folds before wrapping her lips around your clit and earning an unbridled moan from you. You swear you can feel her laugh into your cunt. It makes your cheeks burn but the feeling is tantalizing, your whole body is ablaze.

You can hear Leon's fist pumping his cock, slick with his own saliva and a bit of precum. He lets out a low groan, harmonizing with you.

Claire stops, and turns to face Leon. "You better not cum before she does," she says.

Your eyes flutter open to see his face flushed, eyes half-lidded, full of desperation. You want him, you want her, you want something, anything.

"Claire," you whine, frustrated that you have to vie for her attention.

"I know, baby," she says. "I'm gonna help you. Just gotta get something."

That something is purple, vibrating, cock-like. You can tell Claire has experience by how quickly she can put it on. You swear you'd need an instruction manual if you were in her position.

"Leon," she says over her shoulder, "come here."

He obeys her command without hesitation because why would he deny himself the opportunity to get a front row seat to the action? This is the jerk-off material of the century, a waking wet dream.

"I'm gonna show you how it's done," Claire says to Leon.

He can't even be offended when he's so aroused. His eyes flit to yours, to see them already looking in his direction. You and Leon are equally desperate, perfect for each other.

Without thinking, you reach out your hand to touch him, but Claire smacks it away. "Naughty girl," she chides. "So greedy. You'll get his cock later, but you'll take mine first."

Leon's cock twitches in response, but he doesn't dare touch it, knowing he won't be able to hold back his orgasm. If he cums quickly when he has one beautiful woman in his bed, two will take him over the edge immediately.

Claire doesn't hold back when she fucks you, and she doesn't let you muffle your moans with your hand, letting you be as loud as your body wants you to be. She's merciless in her pace, and you expect her to deny your orgasm. But when you insist, "I'm gonna cum," she lets you.

"Yeah? Be a good girl and cum for me," she says.

You're trembling, crying out for her, back arching, eyes snapped shut, barely aware of her orgasm — she's quieter but not silent, and you can feel her thrusts falter, her legs dying to give out. When you open your eyes, you watch her pull out.

Breathing heavily, she tells Leon, "your turn."

"Not gonna give her a break?" he asks, using you as a scapegoat – he's way too fucking close to cumming from simply watching.

"She's fine," Claire insists. "You can take him, right, baby?"

"Mm-hmm," you agree, though you can't even get real words out — you probably should take a break, but you can't help yourself. Maybe Claire's right, maybe you are greedy.

Leon starts slow, but steady, and you immediately reach for him, pulling him closer, only to drag your nails down his back, but you know he loves it.

You expect more input from Claire, but she lies back on the mattress next to you and gazes upon you both, looking pleased. Particularly so when you're the first one to say you're going to cum.

Leon's fingers are quick to move to your clit, having watched Claire do the same when she fucked you. He sits back on his knees and grips your thighs, pulling you closer. When it hits that special spot inside you, it pushes you over the edge.

The second orgasm is more intense than the first, so strong that it makes tears well-up in your eyes. With labored breaths, Leon fucks you through it, though you can feel the pace of his thrusts becoming unsteady as he struggles to hold back his orgasm.

"You can cum now, Leon," Claire chimes in from beside you.

But he looks to you for the final confirmation. This is about you, after all.

"Cum for me, Leon," you say. You tack on a final "please" before he gives in and you marvel at the sight of him blissed-out, head thrown back and lips parted, moaning as he cums inside you.

When he comes down from his high, he gives you a kiss on the forehead before he pulls out.

After he catches his breath, he turns to Claire. "Up top," he says, holding his palm out to her.

She rolls her eyes but accepts the high five, ultimately returning the grin plastered across his face along with it.

"Nothing for me?" you ask, feeling a bit left out.

Leon and Claire exchange a knowing glance. Then, Leon moves to one side of you, and Claire to the other, both pressing a kiss to your cheek in sync with each other.

You're fairly certain that Leon has learned his lesson but you both make it clear to Claire that you'd be happy to have her back anytime for a second round.

[brownsugarwrites]

♡ tonight, ill be your naughty girl ♡

pairings: bodyguard!Leon Kennedy x Popstar!black reader

warnings: smut with little plot. bondage. brat reader-brat taming. reader is a spoiled popstar and MEAN. little degrading that turns into praise. fingering. teasing. use of the word slut. dom and sub dynamics. mean Leon. cumming inside. choking. Spitting. edging . tons of aftercare!

notes: yes this was inspired by Beyoncé’s naughty girl. anyways Leon is your bodyguard who so happens to be your boyfriend and you give him a run for his money. as always thanks to my bestest friend @xixolotl for beta’ing written with black reader in mind but anyone can read! mdni

Growing up, you always got what you wanted.

You had the looks, the fame, and the fortune everyone wanted. You were the world's biggest pop star. Sold out stadium tours as you lived your life to the fullest.

In addition to being the world's star, every eligible bachelor wanted you. You entertained it because receiving gifts and going out on dates was fun, but you needed to be more serious about them. They couldn't handle your spoiled personality and always wanting princess treatment.

That was until your bodyguard, Leon, came into your life. He knew exactly how to deal with your stubbornness, and you hated it. You also hated how cute he was, How you could feel so little under his gaze. But then, one stern look from his eyes had you shutting up and crossing your arms.

Eventually, the two of you started dating secretly. From anyone else's view, it just looked like a simple business relationship. Leon protected you while you did whatever it was that you did.

You got on his nerves often, but that was in your nature. He loved you and would do anything to give you what you wanted. Even if you were a brat about it.

It was the day of the music video shoot of your current number-one song on the radio. You had been giving Leon the silent treatment all week. Neither of you could remember what exactly you were upset about, but he was sure it was something minor.

Before entering your dressing room, he saw you fluffing your hair in the mirror. Then, locking eyes, you quickly returned to ensuring everything was intact.

“Are you going to continue to have an attitude or what?” He would ask

Remaining silent, you put your earrings on, ignoring him. You needed to figure out why he was making conversation with you.

Coming behind your chair, you craned your neck to look up at him. He was making it hard for you to stay mad. His large build towered over you while he looked into your big eyes.

“What do you want, Leon? I have to be on set in 5 minutes.”

“Oh, so she speaks now?” He asked sarcastically

“I don't have time for this. If you have something to say fucking say it already,” you said, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes

Biting the inside of his cheek, he scoffed. You never had any trouble expressing yourself, but damn, your mouth was horrible.

“You already know how I feel about you talking to me like that, sweetheart,” He would say warningly, returning to the couch to sit down.

“And you should know that I seriously don't give a fuck, Leon. So now leave me the hell alone,” you said before walking to the door to get to the set as the sound of your heels and bracelets got farther away from the room.

Your ultimate goal for this video is to be as seductive as possible, which wasn't hard for you. It was like second nature to you.

Leon was staring at you from the corner of his eye as the cameras were rolling. Not paying attention to him, you continued to work your magic in front of the camera.

The rolling of your hips and the way you made the slightest movements look so sultry had him in a trance.

“Tonight, I’ll be your naughty girl,” You sang as your manicured hands trailed down your body.

He couldn't stay mad at you long when you were like this. But he still had to teach you a lesson.

Soon enough, you were done for the day, and you were relieved. But, packing up your bag, there was a knock at your door.

“I'm coming,” you said, slinging your purse over your shoulder before putting your sunglasses on. Opening up the door stood Leon waiting on you to walk you to the car.

Ignoring him, the two of you walked to the blacked-out truck to go back to your high-rise. Receiving a call from your parents, you answered with glee. They were the only ones who knew about you and Leon's relationship.

Leon couldn't help but roll his eyes at your personality switch as you talked enthusiastically.

“Alright, Mommy and Papa, I’ll talk to you soon, muah,” You said before hanging up.

“You wanna tell me what's wrong?” Leon asked.

“No. Stop talking to me,” you simply said, looking out the window.

Truth be told, you had no idea why you were upset with him. You just liked being mad at him.

Pulling into the garage, your boyfriend soon opened the door for you. Giving a small thank you, you went to the elevator to get up to your place.

Opening the door to your expensive high-rise, you sighed, setting your purse on the kitchen island. Walking to your room, you noticed Leon sitting on your bed quietly. Fear struck your heart slightly. When did he get in the room?

“Why are you in here?” you asked quietly.

“We need to talk.”

“About what?” you said, crossing your arms and popping your hip out slightly

“Your fucking attitude. You’ve been a brat all week, and now you want to act like you haven't done anything,” Leon said sternly but without raising his voice.

You already knew what that tone of voice meant.

“On the bed,” he said sternly.

A part of you was excited about what he was about to do. But the other part was nervous.

Even though you stood there defiantly with your hands on your hips. Scoffing, Leon said nothing before coming to where you were to pick you up and drop you softly on the bed.

Going into the nightstand, he pulled out the hot pink rope, and your eyes widened in excitement.

Taking your shirt off and leaving you in your bra, you bit your lip to control your growing smile. Gently feeling your arms being placed behind your back as the thick rope dug into your brown skin before asking if it was too tight. To which you shook your head no,

Leaving the room silently, you wondered where he was going. You also wished your pants were off. Feeling the arousal in between your legs

Coming back with one of his ties, you looked at him, puzzled.

“Why do you have that?” You asked

Saying nothing, he put the tie over your eyes to use as a blindfold. He knew how much you liked looking into his eyes as the two of you had sex, so you knew tonight would be hard for you.

You began the whine as the darkest consumed your eyes, but those same whines soon turned into small mewls at the feeling of his lips on your neck. Finally, you slowly sank into submission as he kissed your neck down to your collarbone.

“I like when you’re quiet like this. Letting me do anything to you.”

All you could do was moan quietly in response. It didn't take you long to give him control, but it wasn't easy.

“Are you gonna fuck me or what,” you asked rudely.

Peeling off your pants, he sent a harsh slap to your pussy as you moaned in response.

“I didn't tell you to talk.” He would say before sending another slap to your clothed cunt.

This was torture. But how could it feel this good?

“This slutty pussy is just begging to be fucked. Maybe that would get rid of that attitude of yours.”

In the car, he realized this was why you were acting the way that you were. Between your busy schedule, it took a lot of work for you to spend time together, resulting in your brattiness.

Peeling off your panties teasingly, he inserted his fingers inside you as your back arched off the bed. Your hands tugged at the restraints in need as you felt him pump in and out of you.

“Greedy pussy is just sucking me in, isn't she? I guess someone missed me,” he would say snarky as he saw you bite your cheek to hold in your thoughts.

Feeling his thumb coming to play with your clit you sighed weakly, feeling your pleasure wash over you. But was soon interrupted by him pulling his fingers out of you. Then, calling his name softly as you whined, he brushed your tears while smiling.

You were so pretty like this, all tied up, and for him to use you at his expense.

Coming towards your face to grab your neck softly, he applied pressure slightly. Your legs started to close in arousal.

“Give me one reason as to why I should fuck you right now, pretty girl?” he asked while holding a tighter grip on your neck but still allowing you to breathe.

“Been so rude and bratty towards me. I should just make you get off yourself. Would you like that?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Whining out a 'no sir,' he smiled.

This is the side he liked to see of you.

He let go of your neck and stood straight to remove his pants. Hearing his belt buckle, you tried rubbing your thighs to relieve yourself of the arousal, but it didn't work. You needed him.

Feeling him coat his dick in your juices made you moan for some friction. You soon heard him spit onto his hand before stroking his length and spitting on your needy cunt.

“What's the color,” he asked before he started.

“Green,” you answered.

Smiling, he slowly inserts inside you, pushing all the way in as you let a string of curses leave your mouth. He slowly started to fuck you before speeding up his pace just a little. He was slowly driving you crazy. More strings of his name flew out of your mouth like a song.

“Gonna be good for me, princess?”

You didn't answer as you felt your second orgasm begin to wash over you. Stopping Leon's movements, you whined again with tears falling from your eyes. Giving another harsh slap to your pussy you squealed from the pleasure.

“Answer me,” He demanded, caressing your face.

“Yes, Leon, please need to cum s’bad. Need it.” you babbled.

Hearing your whines fueled his need to fuck you. Then, continuing to give you long and deep strokes, he heard you trying to say something.

“What is it, angel? What's wrong” he asked, continuing to fuck you.

“Need to see your face,” you cried out.

You wished you could see his pretty eyes screw shut as his hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat or the way his cheeks flushed pink as he fucked you.

Obeying your wishes since you were giving him no trouble, he took the makeshift blindfold off before kissing the corners of your eyes.

‘Fuck he was so pretty like this,’ you thought.

“Leon, im close, please,” you whined, looking deep into his blue eyes,

The way your eyes held so much love had him groaning and picking up the pace. He would give you the moon and the stars if you wanted it. All you had to do was ask.

“I love you so much fuck.” So he would say as the two of you came together.

Feeling your eyelids get heavy, you smiled, feeling him put his body weight on top of you. Then, turning you over slightly, he freed you from the rope before picking you up to shower. When washing your body, you gave him a soft thank you before you returned the favor. Coming out of the restroom, you put on a nightgown before going into your bed.

“Now tell me. What were you upset about again?” He asked teasingly.

“Oh shut up… I love you,” you said with a slight pout.

“I love you more, princess,” he said softly, kissing your lips and forehead.

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𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁; 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗱

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟthe dearest collection - part one/beloved 𓆩♡𓆪 part two/prized 𓆩♡𓆪 part three/devoted 𓆩♡𓆪 part four/desperate 𓆩♡𓆪 part five/blind 𓆩♡𓆪 part six/watcher 𓆩♡𓆪 part seven/ardor 𓆩♡𓆪 part eight/fervor this is very heavily inspired by @//clusterfuck-yandere's yandere leon headcanons; please check out their works. this is something of a love letter to their puppy obsession series.

yandere leon s. kennedy headcanons; reader is a survivor of raccoon city.

tw: general yandere behaviour, stalking, harassment, ptsd, mentions of mourning

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ aaa i am so tired! i am sorry about the delay ૮꒰⸝⸝> ༝ <⸝⸝꒱ა work has been rough but i am tougher! there is another part planned already of which i am more excited about; it is another Leon pov!! next time he will have perversions...it will be somewhat nsfw! i am very excited about part four ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა please keep an eye out! ♡

you'd been doing better.

♡ the days began to blur by as you repaired your life. work got easier, you started making friends, and you were picking up the pieces.

♡ your new friend Leon was, as always, a constant ray of light in your life. you had progressed into a blooming friendship!

♡ he was always so sweet, even going so far as to bring you gifts.

♡ for your birthday, he even got you a video game you had mentioned wanting off hand; a AAA game that cost 70$. not a cheap price for someone who you met at a bakery.

♡ when he gave it to you, you tried tell him it was too much-but he insisted, saying it was your birthday and that you deserved it.

♡ the thought made your heart jump, but you took the game.

♡ your coworker jokes that he's got a crush on you, and slowly, you're starting believe it.

♡ you'd seen times where you were working in the back, and leon would come in. he'd look around, realise you weren't in sight, and his mood would visibly plummet upon not seeing you.

♡ according to your coworker, he'll even straight up turn around and leave if you aren't working that day.

♡ as weird as it is, you think it's cute.

but recently, you've been having troubles.

♡ your apartment was maybe a five minute walk from your work, truthfully. you often just made the trek to save gas and get some exercise in.

♡ but you've been feeling eyes on you lately.

♡ it's a nagging feeling, and while it's only a five minute walk, you're back into that quiet terror you had back when K was in your life.

♡ you've been checking over your shoulder, hiding pepper spray in your pockets, and staying as alert as possible.

home was just as unnerving.

♡ before, the mourning had left your apartment as a bit of a mess. it was normal and fine, but now that you had work, you found yourself realising just how bad it had gotten.

♡ you made yourself a list of things to do, to chip away at and celebrate each time something was done.

♡ but in the last week or two, that list has been checking itself off.

♡ parts of your apartment has been cleaner. the sink full of dishes washed themselves. your bathroom was wiped down. your bed was made, pillows fluffed and sheets taut. laundry, for the most part, was transferred from washer to drier while you were gone.

♡ 'for the most part' was because some garments were going missing; used towels, your favourite shirt, undergarments.

♡ they turn up again, but it's always some time later and with new stains or portions torn away.

♡ needless to say, you were freaked out.

♡ you had sent a request to get your lock changed to your super, but it was taking just too long.

♡ your paranoia skyrocketed. was it K? was it possible there was a gas leak and you were having memory loss? what was the most reasonable thing that could answer this?

♡ your mind is reeling, and it's been progressively getting worse until one night at work.

♡ you were closing up, and leon was there, keeping you company. was he supposed to be there after close? perhaps not, but he was your friend and he never did anything wrong; just watched you clean up with his head in his hands and a sappy smile.

♡ you had looked out into the windows, and the darkness outside was...so much. it was raining hard, and the night was absolute. anything could happen in a five minute walk. what if K was out there?

♡ you had paused, and leon saw. his voice was soft, kind, as he walked up and held your hand. "is something wrong?", he said.

♡ you told him only a bit about what was going on, the bare minimum so he knew that you didn't feel safe.

♡ his face contorted-shock, fear, worry-but he kept on listening, and he looked so sympathetic to your plight, almost like a kicked puppy.

♡ you then have a great idea. Leon was strong and brave. could he possibly walk you home?

♡ at your asking, Leon lights up. were he a dog, his tail would be wagging.

♡ "I'll be your knight in shining armour," he says. and you believe it.

♡ when you close the shop, he's right behind you, carrying his gym bag in one arm and your umbrella in the other. he takes care to cover you with it, but it's not until you turn that you realise he's already drenched.

♡ he waves it off, joking that it's a shower.

♡ you feel bad, but when you try to insist on sharing it, he tosses you a pout that breaks your heart. damn you, heartthrob!

♡ he keeps on looking around during the walk to your apartment, as though you're about to get jumped at any moment. as strange as it seemed, you appreciated how vigilant he was.

♡ for once, you felt safe. there were no eyes on you besides Leon's careful, kind gaze. this was the most comforted you'd been in...a while.

♡ when you get to your apartment, the rain had doubled down, forcing the two of you to ditch the umbrella and run under the roof of the first floor, laughing as Leon shook the rain off like a dog.

♡ when you finally get to your apartment, your joy dissolves into fear. your stomach churns at the idea that K might be inside, trying to wait out Leon.

♡ you turn to Leon, and before you find it in you to say good night, you look him over.

♡ he looks a little bit like a puppy left out in the rain, in a cardboard box. he's happy to see you, sad that you're leaving, drenched, and giving you big, sad eyes.

let's be honest.

♡ were you going to say good night, giving Leon no reward for his kind act and potentially walking right into your potential stalker's arms?

♡ or were you going to invite him in, getting Leon some food and thanking him as well as hypothetically warding off K?

♡ when you asked him to come in, he practically did a jig. was he really that excited to see the inside of your apartment?

♡ he's a polite guest, which isn't surprising. he took off his shoes, set his bag by the door, and tried to dry off the best he could before sitting on your couch.

♡ you began digging around, trying to see what you had that would be moderately okay for a guest to eat, silently grateful that your home had been cleaning itself up.

♡ you turn every now and then to speak with Leon, and each time, he moves a step closer to you, giving you the most devoted look.

♡ it makes your heart pound, but you can't let it distract you.

♡ you finally give up, electing to order a pizza of Leon's choice, which ends up being your choice when he tells you to order your favourite.

♡ "I wanna know more about you!", he says.

♡ you pay for it, since he helped you, but he tries to help pay. when you refuse, he makes a small noise of what was presumably discontent, but he lets it go.

♡ while you're waiting for the pizza, you begin to confess your concerns with your home, about the cleaning and how items seem to be shuffling about of their own will.

♡ Leon's first guess, much like yours, was a gas leak. but he agrees, after a moment, that you should change your locks anyway.

♡ the conversation changed direction multiple times, going with the flow. Leon was a great listener, and every time you list something you like or hate, you can see him filing it away in his head.

♡ the rain gets harder, and the night gets longer.

♡ the pizza was delivered, and you two begin eating when-unceremoniously and without warning-the power went out. you could see off in the distance it wasn't just your apartment complex; it was a sizable chunk of the block you were on.

♡ there was a beat of silence between the two of you as you realised what happened.

♡ you got up to light some candles as Leon ran over to the door, fishing out a flashlight he had on him, for whatever reason.

♡ he passed it off to you, with a small frown. "I guess that's my cue to go," he said. his voice was low, upset at having your time together cut short. he was still a little wet, and it just made him look...a bit pathetic, to be honest.

♡ as you began to ask him if he was going to be okay in the rain, he mentioned that he lived thirty minutes from his gym, which was ten minutes from the bakery, which was five minutes from your apartment...

♡ which meant a miserable fifteen minutes spent in the rain and another 30 spent being cold and wet in the car.

no, you insisted-he could stay the night, if he wanted to wait out the rain.

♡ over the course of the night, you've come to realise a handful of things. one, Leon was sweet. two, he also got excited over what seemed to be the littlest things.

♡ his jaw dropped when you offered him to stay, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. it was as though you'd fulfilled his biggest wish and had ultimately become his saviour.

♡ you gave him some clothes to change into that once belonged to your brother-it's not like he'd wear them anymore-and instructed him to the bathroom.

♡ he found it in record time as you yourself got changed, ready to go to bed and wait out the power outage.

♡ when he stepped out, he had evidently dried down his hair with a towel that had been hanging in your bathroom, and looked at you with big eyes. he had also evidently decided to sleep on the couch, using a blanket from his bag (which you've decided to call his wonderbag, considering everything he pulls from it).

♡ you gave him two more, just to make sure he was comfortable, before wishing him good night.

♡ all was well. you were safe, you were home, and you could sleep.

♡ it wasn't until maybe two or three in the morning that you woke up to a nigh horrifying sight.

Leon was standing at the foot of your bed, staring at you.

♡ you let out a bit of a gasp, still too sleepy to realise really how strange it was. you asked him what he was doing, and his voice...how small it felt.

♡ "I thought you were gone."

♡ your heart breaks. god, Leon really was whipped. if even you could tell at that point, then it must've been some cupid-arrow shenanigans that got him this bad.

♡ in your haze, you just want to go back to sleep. so you pat the empty side of your bed, rolling over and shoving your head into your pillow.

♡ leon takes a second. he registers.

♡ "Do you want me to...sleep with you?"

♡ his awe is palpable. he asks twice, then thrice, each time with you answering with a nod until you ultimately just repeat him in your own voice.

♡ he climbs in and you realise he'd be trailing the blankets you gave him behind him, pulling them over the both of you when he got into the bed.

♡ there's a moment or two where he's just staring at you again, and you open your eyes with a soft smile. you tell him to get to bed.

♡ and you shut your eyes, sure that wherever K was, they were far, far away.

♡ ...did Leon just get closer?

[timid-orchid]

Captive Part 12/?

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Kidnapped and experimented on by Umbrella, the only thing you wanted so desperately was to finally be free.

Word Count: 6,665

You tossed and turned through most of the night as the memories of the facility plagued your dreams and quickly turned them into nightmares. Your eyes felt stung and felt heavy as you sat up to turn off your phone's alarm.

Glancing over at Leon, you smiled softly when you spotted him fast asleep, his mouth slightly open and face calm.

At least one of you slept well.

Getting up and ready for the long day ahead, you stood and headed for the shower, enjoying the hot water that beat down on your tired body. You didn’t do too much training the day before, but your body still felt like you did more than you should've.

Leon was already awake when you walked downstairs, fully dressed and ready for work. You walked to the couch you had slept on and tried to straighten it to make it look nice as you would make up a bed, brushing out wrinkles in the blanket and fluffing the pillows.

Your hands froze when the smoke alarm went off in the kitchen, jolting you into action. You ran into the kitchen and looked at Leon, he was using an oven mitt to fan the dark smoke that rose from the pan he was cooking with.

“Is everything okay?” You asked him as you stepped closer, trying to see what was burning.

“You like your eggs well done, right?” He glanced over his shoulder at you.

“I like my steak well done, I like my eggs over easy.”

“So that’s how that works, huh?” He placed the pan into the sink and turned on the water. The smoke alarm finally stopped, allowing you to hear the sizzling sound as the cold water hit the hot pan.

“So…” Leon turned to you, his cheeks red. “Wanna go somewhere for breakfast?”

He took you to a small breakfast diner that stood on the edge of the city, a mom-and-pop place. You ordered waffles and bacon while Leon had pancakes and sausage. The food made your mouth water, the smell contrasted greatly from the smell of the burnt eggs Leon had made earlier.

“Are you ready for your mission today?” He asked as he drowned his pancakes in syrup.

You swallowed a mouthful of waffle before answering, “unless my mission is to fetch Wilson’s morning coffee, then no, absolutely not.”

“He’s not stupid enough to send you on a high stakes mission so soon, but with your…ability, and the infected ignoring you for the most part could make him forget about your lack of training…” Leon set the syrup back on the rack with the others, “but I highly doubt that, as Wilson is a man that has to have everything go in order, or he would go crazy.”

“That’s a nice way of saying he’s uptight.”

“If I say that outright then he would punish me by signing me up for missions that don’t require me, or are below my pay grade.”

“A little full of ourselves, aren’t we?” You joked as you took another bite of your waffle.

“Well, I am the Leon Kennedy.”

“More like the pain in Wilson’s ass.”

“Did he tell you about that?”

You tilted your head at him, “tell me about what? The time you put salt into his coffee when he asked for sugar? Or the time when he asked you to finish an e-mail and you addressed it to ‘the jerk that’s making me work on the weekend’?”

“He really did tell you about that stuff…” Leon grumbled as he bit into his sausage.

“Of course.” You nodded, taking a sip of your orange juice.

“He told me to memorize your combat training and pay close attention during weapons training because, and I quote, ‘he is one of the best that I have worked with, but if you ever tell him that I said this, I’ll put you on cleaning duty for six months.’” You stated nonchalantly, not really scared by the threat.

“He really admitted that?” Leon snorted.

“Yep, and he told me that that was the only thing I should pay attention to. He doesn’t want me to act like you—in terms of the pranks and jokes, he said your leadership skills are excellent as well.”

“Yeah, that sounds like Wilson.”

“He also said if I ever put salt in his coffee then I would be on bathroom cleaning duty for a year.” You explained, “you really traumatized him with the salted coffee.”

“What can I say?” Leon smiled widely, “he made me work overtime without a head’s up, I had to get my revenge somehow.”

“Remind me to never accidentally cause you to work overtime…”

Wilson didn’t seem to be in a good mood that morning as he nursed his steaming hot coffee, not even blowing on it before taking a drink, the sight made your tongue go numb at the thought of drinking scalding coffee like that.

“You will shadow Allyson today,” he took another sip before setting his coffee on a drink coaster on his desk. “She will be going around the facility that you were locked in and making sure everything is destroyed and nothing is lingering in the area.”

“Since you were there for so long, I thought it would bring you some peace and closure to see the building that brought you such pain in disarray. Reduced to nothing but crumbled up concrete and broken glass before the city cleans it up and builds something else there.”

“What about the bodies?” You inquired, “hundreds of people died there, I was 0377 and they were already in the 0400s by the time of the outbreak. Will their bodies be moved to a graveyard or—”

“We don’t get to deal with such matters.” Wilson interrupted, “that is ultimately up to the city.”

“But what if—”

“We don’t have a say in that matter, Y/N.”

You quieted down, not wanting to argue with him. If it’s as he says, then he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it anyways.

“Another reason I’m having you shadow Allyson is because her partner is sick, so we need someone else to cover for him and you are the perfect candidate. Plus, it’s just a scouting mission, nothing too dangerous for your first.”

“I understand.” You sighed.

“Allyson has already been briefed and is gearing up as we speak,” he stood from his desk, “let’s meet with her and send you both on your way.”

‘In such a hurry to get rid of me...’

You and Allyson were briefed once again by Wilson as you climbed into the passenger seat of the truck that she would be driving.

“And don’t forget—”

“Come on, Wilson.” Allyson interrupted him, “you’ve already told us the plan four times. We’ll take it from here.”

“I expect a flawless report to be submitted after this mission.”

“And a flawless report you shall get.” She rolled her eyes at him.

Allyson drove down the highway going faster than the limit, making you grip the onto the handle, “uh, the speed limit is 80…”

“I am going 80.”

The speedometer read 95, she’ll get a manslaughter charge if she wasn’t careful.

“Relax, Y/N.” Allyson cooed, “I’ve only been pulled over like six times.”

‘How reassuring.’

She took the back roads to the facility grounds, going fast around the corners, making your heart skip a beat every time.

'Either I’m going to die if we wreck or I’m going to die from a heart attack that her reckless driving induces…’

The sun had just risen from the horizon when you finally reached the facility—or what was left of it.

The tall, intimidating building from your memory was gone, replaced by a giant pile of glass and rubble. You sighed in relief; the reassurance felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

You had believed what you saw that day of the outbreak; that the building had been demolished, but it always helps to have the physical, tangible proof right in front of you.

“Let’s check the rubble, kick some concrete around a bit, then we’ll scout out the grounds.” Allyson unbuckled her seatbelt as you did the same, “there weren't any reports of anything escaping, but it doesn’t hurt to check.”

“And with Wilson being…well, Wilson.” She continued, “I’m surprised he waited this long to send us out here. He usually likes to make sure all messes are cleaned up and cleared as soon as possible.”

“He’s very good at his job, huh?” You followed her out of the truck.

“Yes, his need for things to be perfected to a ‘T’ has made him quite the asset for the DSO.” Allyson headed straight for the rubble, climbing large chunks of concrete until she reached the tallest part of the pile.

“No movement to report.” She murmured as she pulled out her phone; you gave her a funny look. “I’m recording my assessments to make filling out the report quicker and easier.” She shrugged.

“That’s smart.”

You walked around the pile, looking for any movement or sounds that you deemed suspicious. When nothing stood out, you went back to Allyson, who had come down from the pile.

“Nothing to report.” You said.

She hummed, “great work, Agent L/N.”

‘Agent L/N, huh? Sounds much better than 0377 ever did.’

Allyson turned and stared off into the forest that surrounded the area, “from the looks of a map, this forest goes on for miles in each direction with no other structures within those miles. Not really surprising since this is the outskirts of the city, and most people tend to build within the city where all the people and revenue are.”

You nodded as you listened along.

“Let’s split up to cover more ground. I’ll head north and you go south, we’ll circle around and meet back here at the rubble pile at 0930.”

You checked the time on your phone, that gave you two and a half hours to look around. “Sounds good.”

“If anything happens or looks suspicious then call me on this,” she handed you a radio, “you had a walky-talky when you were a kid, right? It’s the same with this radio, press and hold the button to talk.”

You took the radio and clipped it your shirt as Allyson had already started to walk away. “Oh, and you do know which way south is, right?”

“Yes.” You called out, facing east toward the rising sun, then turned right and headed for the tree line.

You kept your eyes and ears peeled as you walked along the outer edge of the parking lot, right on the edge of the forest. You wanted to make sure you couldn’t hear or see anything before you walked in, unaware of what could be lurking in the shadows of the thick trees.

The only sound that reached you was the chirps of birds as they woke for the day, and the only movement you could make out was the occasional squirrel hopping from branch to branch in search of breakfast.

Everything seemed to be normal.

You took a cautious step into the forest, the trees seem to act as a roof and blocked out most of the sunlight, only allowing soft, pathetic rays peek through. Your feet crunched on the dead leaves from the previous winter as you moved forward, eyes darting all around you.

‘No wonder so many horror movies were filmed in the woods…this is creepy.’

The birds would quiet down when they heard you step into their vicinity, making the forest seem so…empty. But you knew there were so many animals that lived in the woods and depended on the vegetation to survive, you just didn’t like that you weren’t able to see or hear them.

But they could see and hear you.

Your radio went off, making you jump two feet into the air. You couldn’t understand what Allyson was trying to tell you through the static, but you were afraid she was asking for help.

“Allyson,” you pressed the button to speak, “can you repeat that?”

More static came through the radio as you grew uneasy. Weren’t these government issued radios? Why were they performing as well as the kind you can buy for children that barely worked most of the time?

You retraced your steps as you headed for the parking lot, trying to go back to where you last saw Allyson. The forest seemed even more quiet than it had earlier, making your hair stand on end.

The radio went off again, “—hibernating—but, they—under rocks.”

“I didn’t catch that, Allyson.”

“Snakes—nesting.”

“Oh.” You sighed in relief; she was trying to tell you to watch out for nesting snakes that could be underneath rocks. It was early spring; they would breed around this time.

“Copy that.” You spoke into the radio.

After walking the forest for a while longer, you poked your head out of the tree line to catch the position of the sun. You had walked the perimeter from south, to east, to north. Allyson should’ve gone north, to west, to south in opposition of you.

It had only been an hour and forty-five minutes, but you both should be done by checking the grounds. Unless she wanted you to walk around again to make doubly sure.

Turning around, you checked the surrounding foliage for anything out of the ordinary, but nothing stood out.

“Allyson?” You called into the radio.

“Yeah?”

“I have an all clear.”

It took her a moment to reply, “me too. Let’s head back to the rubble.”

“On my way.” You headed for the pile.

“Copy that.”

You hadn’t left the forest yet when the radio went off again, “—the—, around—you, Y/N.”

“I didn’t catch that, Allyson.”

“Run!”

Your blood chilled as her fearful shout came through loud and clear over the radio. Your feet took off in the direction you were already headed, where you knew would lead you to the parking lot. Not knowing what or who you were running from, you looked all around you as you pumped your arms, willing yourself to run faster.

You broke the tree line, the pile of rubble within your sight as you watched Allyson do the same on the opposite side. She ran straight for you, blood seeped from her head, dying her pale blonde hair pink.

“Are you okay?” You shouted at her.

“We need to leave, now.”

“What’s going on—”

Loud footsteps came from the direction she had been running from, you slowed a little to look back and see what was making such a sound.

You quickly regretted your decision.

A gray giant had stomped its way out of the forest, eyes trained on Allyson as it followed behind you both.

“What in the hell is that thing?” You sped up once more, heading for the truck you had arrived in.

“It’s called a Tyrant,” Allyson huffed as she fished for the key. “Umbrella’s favorite toy to send off and make sure to clean up after themselves. They kill off any survivors they can find.”

Another monster from Umbrella, and one specifically made to clean up their mess by killing people?

‘How fucked up are these people?!’

“Can we kill it?” You inquired.

“We weren’t given any decent weapons for an opponent of this magnitude. We were sent to make sure everything was clear, not play around with a lab manufactured killer.”

You both hopped into the truck, Allyson shoved the key into the ignition and turned, but the truck wouldn’t start.

“Damnit,” she smacked the dash, “this is so not the time, truck!”

The footsteps grew louder as the truck continued to turn but never start.

“What are we going to do?” You asked, looking back at the monster.

“We’re going to make a run for it.”

“But—”

“We don’t have the luxury of time to waste. So get a move on!” She jumped out of the truck and you followed her shortly after.

You ran toward the gravel road that would lead you into the city, the footsteps seemed to be getting fainter as you crossed the parking lot.

Allyson looked back; eyes wide as she slowed to a stop. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Turning to see what she was talking about, you also stopped as you watched the monster pick up the truck and lifted it high into the air. It reared back before launching the truck at you.

Allyson stood still, not knowing what to do as you jumped and pushed her out of the way, landing on top of her as the truck flew over you and landed on the ground beside you both.

She stared up at you in disbelief as you looked over to the monster, it had started your way once again.

“Come on.” You stood, pulling her up by her arms as you pulled her toward road again. Your pace had slowed quite a bit, you both were tied.

“Did you call for help?” You asked her.

“Yes, but no one answered so I left a voicemail.”

You rolled your eyes, “of course.”

Suddenly, you were pushed from behind and fell to the ground as a large fist hit the spot you were just at.

Allyson had pushed you out of the way of the giant’s attack, her body was visibly shaking as the giant walked toward her.

‘She’s never seen one before; let alone had to fight one…’

To be fair, neither had you, but you had been around other monsters that Umbrella had created, what was one more?

“Hey!” You shouted as you scooped up rocks and threw them at the creature, “big, gray, and ugly!”

The monster slowly turned toward you and a stone managed to hit its eye; angering the thing more.

“I threw that, you ugly son of a bitch!”

It bounded after you as you ran back toward the facility grounds. “Go on ahead, Allyson. And bring back some help!”

She stared at you incredulously as you kept running forward, leading the monster further and further away from her. Then you saw her turn, running for the highway.

You finally returned to the parking lot and faced the monster. “Tyrant, huh? You were what Barlowe wanted to get his hands on.”

The creature circled you, waiting for you to make a move as you waited for it to do the same.

You were at an impasse.

“Wilson could have given me a gun…” You grumbled.

The creature got closer, eyeing you as it did so. You guess it was trying to size you up, and with Allyson out of danger, you weren’t too fearful of the thing.

“Did Umbrella send you out to kill everyone in the area?” You asked it, not truly expecting for it to answer.

And you didn’t get one.

“It’s rude to ignore someone when they’re talking to you…”

Something in its face changed as it stepped even closer to you. The look could’ve been curiosity, had you been able to read the expressions of such a thing.

You were within arm’s reach of it as it lashed forward and grabbed you, bringing you up to its face for a closer look.

“Hey, bud,” you gasped and ground your teeth together, “you’re kind of squishing me…”

The monster kept looking over you, as if it was trying to make sure that you were you. Allyson had said these things were sent to kill survivors, so why wasn’t it killing you?

Why was it observing you as if it tried to get every detail of your appearance to make sure it had the right person?

Unless…

‘Unless it wasn’t sent to kill…only to retrieve…’

It wasn’t truly after Allyson…she had only gotten in its way of you.

Fear settled in your gut at the thought.

Could someone at Umbrella know about you?

Could they know that you didn’t die in the outbreak or collapse of the facility?

And did they send this thing out to bring you back?

It kept looking you over, making you even more anxious and irritated than you already were. “If you’re trying to find out what I am, then you’ve gotta get in line, pal. I call first dibs on finding out that information.”

Its expression changed once more, as if it had finally confirmed your identity. It started for the forest, each step bringing you closer and closer to the tree line.

“Wait, where are we going?” You began to panic, not wanting to go wherever this thing was heading.

It was probably going back to Umbrella—to the closest facility building in the region.

“I’d come with you, but my parents warned me about going into the woods with strangers…” You tried to wiggle free, only to be squished even more tightly within its palm.

“You’re going to make me pop a lung if you keep this up…”

There was a loud explosive noise as the monster suddenly stopped. You tried to look behind you but couldn’t; the crushing pressure of the monster’s hand kept you looking toward the trees.

The monster fell to the ground, taking you with it. Glancing over at the thing, you gasped as you realized that the creature’s head was gone.

You pushed against its fingers, trying to pry them off of you as a couple of silhouettes ran to you, one was carrying a bazooka.

“That’s not fair…I want one.” You pouted as you got one finger to let go.

“Y/N!” Allyson called out to you, running straight for the hand you were crushed in.

“Hey, you’re alright.” You smiled at her as she helped you pry open the monster’s fingers.

“All thanks to you.”

With your combined efforts, you were able to get the monster’s hand open enough to slip out of its grip. Allyson threw her arms around you, hugging you as tight as the monster’s hand had.

“We need to move.” A man you hadn’t met before ordered as he grabbed both you and Allyson, leading you to a new truck.

“That thing won’t be down for long, and I want to be out of this place long before it gets back up.”

“What do you mean it won’t be down for long?” You stared back at the thing in horror.

Did the Tyrants have regenerative abilities like you did?

Or did you have regenerative abilities like the Tyrants did?

And what the hell did that make you?

You and Allyson were sent straight to the infirmary when you returned to the DSO. You had tried to explain that you were fine and weren’t injured, but they wouldn’t hear it. Even Allyson kept a firm grip on your hand the whole time, as if to reassure herself that you were alive.

The nurse cleared you quickly but needed to keep Allyson to get a closer look at her head injury. You stayed in the room with her to keep her at ease, and because you wanted to make sure she was okay as well.

“Why weren’t you scared of the Tyrant?” She asked after the nurse left the room.

“I was.”

“You didn’t act like it.”

You looked down at your hands, one was balled into a fist while the other gently held onto hers.

“It was like my body moved on its own.”

Her thumb rubbed the back of your hand, the sensation sent chills up your spine.

“You saved me…thank you.” She smiled as you glanced up at her.

“I’d do it again, you know.” You returned her smile, “I don’t…want to see any more death—”

“Sir, you can’t go in there—”

The door flew open as Leon’s wild eyes looked around until they landed on you.

“Leon, what are you—oomph.”

He threw his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. You could hear his erratic heart beats against your ear as he crushed your head into his chest.

“Are you okay?” He whispered to you, his hold seemed to tighten.

“Yeah, but you may crush me to death.” You joked.

“I’m the only one that was injured, do I get a hug too?” Allyson chimed in.

“I’ll get Wilson to give you one after I leave.” Leon finally pulled away to look down at you, making sure you really were okay.

“No thanks, Wilson’s hugs probably feel like hugging sandpaper.”

Leon ignored her, “I heard about the Tyrant showing up and I got worried. Wilson wouldn’t send me out so I had to wait here, not knowing if you would be dead or alive when—if—you returned.”

“I’m sorry to have worried you,” patting his shoulder, you offered him a gentle smile.

“Are you sure that you’re okay?” He asked once more.

“Yeah.”

Wilson showed up soon after to get both of your reports of the situation. Everything had been going smoothly and would have been cleared immediately had the Tyrant not showed up.

“It seemed to be…accessing my person to make sure I was who I was, if that makes sense.” You explained.

“As if it were trying to double check that you were what it was looking for?” Wilson looked troubled.

Nodding, you glanced around the room to Allyson, who was still getting treated by the nurse.

“It had been going after her until I pissed it off with some rocks, then it came for me, but not in the same way.”

“It threw a large tree branch at me when I was in the forest searching the grounds, but it hadn’t tried to hurt her after we met back up.” Allyson offered.

“Exactly.”

Leon had frowned during your story, staring at you with heavy eyes. “What does this all mean?”

Wilson thought for a moment, trying to piece together all the information that you and Allyson provided.

“I believe it means that Umbrella is still keeping tabs on Y/N.”

“But the scientist who I was assigned to didn’t tell a soul about me to anyone—” You stopped as you remembered one person who he seemed to trust most out of the facility.

“Y/N?” Leon asked, concerned icy blues tried to read your expression.

“Dr. Garcia.”

“Another scientist?” Wilson inquired.

“One who was working for the European branch of Umbrella while I was at the facility. I remember reading an e-mail from him, telling Barlowe that his request for the Tyrant was denied.”

“Thomas even said they were working together and experimented on a zombie together, they may have been closer than I thought they were.” You continued, “but would Barlowe tell him about me?”

You thought it out for a moment, Barlowe wanted to be regarded as a master scientist, skilled during his time. He wanted recognition and to be a figure of inspiration for other scientists within Umbrella.

If someone else was privy to your existence, it would have to be through Barlowe. Thomas and Wesley wouldn’t have told anyone about you.

But Barlowe…if he deemed his life in danger or that he wouldn’t be able to complete his experiments on you…he was definitely the type of man to have a plan in place to make sure you weren’t able to escape his grasp, whether he was dead or alive.

He would have made sure you were stuck with him until the day you died.

Just like what he said in your nightmare—you wouldn’t be able to escape.

You hadn’t escaped the facility, the experiments, the viruses.

You were still stuck.

You were still trapped.

Even if you were in a new place, even if you were in a government building, even if you were on an island somewhere far away in the middle of the ocean…

You were still held captive.

The days turned to weeks as you continued your training with Leon at the DSO. You had been sent on the occasional scouting mission, but you didn’t mind, so long as a giant gray monster didn’t show up to ruin the party.

Leon had started you on firearms, trying to speed up your training since the incident with the Tyrant. He seemed to be even more worried about your situation, regardless of your multiple attempts to reassure him.

You were going to get your first paycheck soon, and you were excited to finally be able to pay Leon back. He kept trying to avoid the topic, but you wouldn’t have it. You wanted—needed—to pay him back for his kindness.

He should’ve left you on that bench at the DSO after you had met with him and Wilson. He should’ve said his goodbyes and went home, leaving you to fend for yourself.

But he didn’t.

And you felt like you owed him too much, that you were burdening him too much. Paying him back would help lessen that feeling, and it would make you feel more in control of your situation.

Too bad he was just as stubborn as you were.

You were in the training room, going hand to hand with Leon, trying for the nth time to beat him, when Wilson interrupted the session.

“Y/N, I need you to follow me.” He turned without even looking to see if you were following him.

“I’ll wait for you here.” Leon called out to you.

You nodded and followed after Wilson, wondering what the hell was going on. His tone was sharp, instantly putting you on edge.

‘What happened this time?’

He led you to a room that you hadn’t been to before. There were other agents waiting for you—Allyson being the only one you knew.

“Wait, you want me to be what?” You turned to Wilson after hearing his plan.

“Bait.” He reiterated.

“For Umbrella?”

He nodded, “we received a tip that they will be holding a meeting in Washington.”

“We need to get word out that you’ll be in the area at the same time as the meeting.” One of the new agents you met—Agent Stevens—said as he nodded toward Wilson.

“What would me being bait accomplish?” You didn’t understand their reasoning for the whole thing.

“To lure the scientist—Miguel Garcia—out of hiding.” Wilson explained, “if he was as close to Barlowe as you suspect, then he will go after you without a second thought.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“Then the mission will end, no causalities, no captures, nothing to report other than a failure to gain his attention. Then we will come back and regroup.” Stevens finished.

You sighed in defeat. What else could you do?

“Who’s going to be there?” You looked to Wilson for the answer.

“Allyson will accompany you around the building where the meeting will take place. Stevens will be on communications as he watches the building for anyone and everyone who enters or exits.” Wilson eyed everyone as he said their name, “I’ll call in a few of our reserved agents to assist you.”

“Will Leon go too?” You questioned.

Wilson was quiet for a moment, “no.”

Your heart sank at his answer, Leon was such a skilled agent that you would’ve felt completely safe if he would be there with you.

“Don’t tell him where you’re going or what you’ll be doing. All he needs to know is that you’re going on a top secret mission, and he doesn’t need to be briefed about it.”

You raised a brow at that, “you know he’s going to salt your coffee again for keeping him in the dark.”

Wilson shivered, “I have a bad feeling about this.”

After the short meeting, you met up with Leon at the training room once again. You stood in the doorway as you watched a few of the agents stare up at him with hearts in their eyes.

“You should be used to his fan club by now.” Allyson walked in and stood next to you, “they always find an excuse to hunt him down and beg for his attention. Poor guy.”

“It’s just crazy…we are out of high school, right?”

“That was my first thought when I witnessed it. That group will go as far as stalking Leon around the office once they hear he’s in the building.” Allyson shook her head and sighed, “if I were him, I would’ve gotten a restraining order on them by now.”

“Ew. Not respecting people’s boundaries and privacy is gross.” Your nose crinkled as you shook your head.

“Tell me about it.”

Leon spotted you in the doorway and waved before walking over. You could feel the hateful glares from the eyes of his fan club.

“Looks like you’re on their kill list,” Allyson clapped you on the back, “my condolences.” She turned and headed to the workout equipment on the other side of the room.

“Did everything go alright with Wilson?” Leon asked as he approached you.

“Yeah, he just informed me that I’ll be going on another mission soon.”

“Oh yeah?” Leon hummed; eyes trained on your face.

You swallowed thickly, hating that you had to lie. “Yeah, nothing too big. Should just be another scouting mission.”

“It feels like Wilson is getting you to make sure everything is cleaned up after the DSO…”

“That’s what Amanda told me when I had orientation; that most of this job included paperwork and cleaning up after the other branches…but I’m sure she didn’t want to tell me that I would be stuck cleaning up our own mess.”

“She was right about that.” Leon sighed, “if I have to fill out another ten-page report then I’ll go crazy.”

“Ten-page report?”

“It’s a long, long story.”

“Let me guess,” you placed your hand on your chin as you thought about it, the only reason the report would be so long…

“You blew something up that you weren’t supposed to, didn’t you?”

His blue eyes widened, “okay, you can definitely read my mind.”

The next few days went by in a blur, it felt as if you barely blinked and it was Friday morning, the day you would be getting on a plane and heading for Washington—another state that you had never been to.

You had always wanted to travel, but not like this.

Having to call a taxi to take you to work that morning since Leon was sent on a mission the day before, you finally arrived with what little clothing you had, ready to board the private jet that the DSO had.

“You look like you’re marching to your own funeral.”

You looked down the hall at Allyson, who carried her own duffel bag on her shoulder.

“I just feel awful.”

She smiled at you, reaching for your shoulder as she stood next to you. “He’ll get over it.”

“But I won’t.”

“You’re too nice.” Allyson groaned dramatically as she threw her head backwards. “Just because you were forced to tell him a couple of lies doesn’t mean he’ll hate you if he found out the truth.”

Growing up, you always felt terrible after lying to someone—even if it was for their own good. You had no problem lying to Barlowe or any of the guards when you were locked away, but that’s because you hated them.

You cared about Leon, and it tore at your heart every time you had to lie to him about your mission. Even if it was something simple like what hotel you thought you were going to stay in or where you would be eating lunch.

“You’re a bleeding heart, my friend.” Allyson poked your cheek, “I’m sure you could make it up to Leon if he ever found out.”

“If I ever found out about what?”

You swore your heart had stopped when you heard his voice behind you. Allyson wore a matching look of shock as you both slowly turned around to face him.

“Good morning.” You greeted with a nervous smile.

“Good morning…” He narrowed his eyes at both of you, looking from you to Allyson. “So, what is it that I’m not supposed to find out?”

Allyson straightened her posture, looking as lost and nervous as you felt.

“Oh…you know…” She laughed awkwardly.

“Sounds like I don’t.”

“Is that the time?” She glanced at her wrist, pretending to be looking at a watch. “Gotta go!”

She practically ran down the hall, not looking back as you glared at her.

‘Traitor.’

You turned back to Leon, who had stepped closer to you while you were watching Allyson.

“Tell me what’s going on, Y/N.” He demanded as he stepped even closer.

“Nothing much, really. How about you?”

“Is someone bothering you? Because you know that I—”

“No one’s bothering me, I promise.” You sighed, “it’s just…”

He waited patiently for you to continue.

“That…um…black leather jacket…the one with the white stripes around the upper arms of the sleeves?”

“Yes…”

“I…might’ve…gotten some water on it…”

He blinked at you a few times, not quite sure what to say.

“Is...is that it?”

“I—I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to—”

His laugh cut you off, “Y/N, I wouldn’t be mad at you for something like that.”

“…You wouldn’t?”

“Hell no.”

You sighed in guilty relief as he believed your lie; your heart ached. “Good.”

He finally noticed your little bag full of clothes, “you’re going on that mission today, huh?”

You nodded, “yeah, I’ll be gone for a couple of days. We should be getting back on Saturday or Sunday.”

“We?”

‘Shit.’

“Yeah, Allyson is coming with me.”

“Ah,” he clicked his tongue, “you two have become fast friends it seems…”

“Yep, she’s pretty nice.”

“Not as nice as me, right?” Leon pouted—actually pouted as if he were really upset.

“Of course not!” You waved your hands in front of you, “no one has been as kind to me as you have!”

“I’m just teasing you, Y/N.”

“I thought I was the only one allowed to tease around here.”

“Sorry, doll face.” Leon smirked down at you, “but I am the teasing champion.”

“More like the champion of the dorks…” You muttered beneath your breath.

You and Leon chatted until it was time for you to board the jet, he watched you walk away with a sad expression.

“Why do you look so down, Kennedy?” You turned around and walked backwards behind Allyson, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Yeah, but who will I get to annoy while you’re gone?”

“Hmm,” you stopped walking and looked around the area, “Wilson will still be here…”

“He’s not as fun to mess with as you are.”

“You just don’t want to be assigned extra work.” You scoffed.

“Stop reading my mind, Y/N.”

“Are you coming or what?” Allyson called back to you.

You sighed, giving Leon one last goodbye as you walked up the steps and entered the jet.

Sitting next to Allyson, you stared out the window, spotting Leon standing in the same place and looking into the window you were sitting at.

You waved at him, and he instantly waved back.

‘I think I’m actually going to miss that dork.’

“So, when’s the wedding?” Allyson joked.

You rolled your eyes and faced her, “the same time as your wedding with Stevens.”

“How did you know that I liked—wait a minute, you didn’t deny the idea of marrying Leon~”

“No…wait, I—I was just trying to tease you, I forgot what you had said. I—”

“Uh, huh, suuuure you were.” She purred, “don’t worry, your crush is safe with me.”

“It’s not like that, I—”

“Loooove him?” Allyson waggled her eyebrows as she sung, “Leon and Y/N, sitting in a tree—”

“I will throw you off this jet once we take off, Allyson.” You threatened.

“K—i—s—s—i—n—g…”

“Kill me now.” You groaned and covered your red face.

“First comes love~”

“Then comes marriage~”

“How old are you?” You asked her as the jet lurched forward.

“Old enough to tell you have a crush, my friend.” She laughed.

You looked back at Leon as he was still stood in the same spot, watching the jet take off.

“You have great taste.” She purred in your ear.

“This is going to be a long ride.” You sighed again.

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Your art style is so cute!! ❤❤

Claire-chan and Leon senpai

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A/N: Another Leon and Luis blurb, cause I love making them. ❤️

Pairing: Leon x Reader x Luis

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“I’ll make it cheap for you.” Luis said, as Leon and I got out of the rickety elevator. Luis gave me a subtle wink, and I shook my head with small smile taking the box from him.

I took out one of the needles and looked at it before handing it to Leon, “Ready?”

I nod and pulling up my sleeve, Leon does a countdown in his head before injecting my arm.

He watched at the liquid in the needle began to disappear and once it did he put it down and massaged the place where the injection was.

After some time we all noticed that the virus, that was in my system, was gone.

“Feeling better?”

I nod my head in response, looking at my hands and arms. “Yeah. I think it worked.”

“Bad news, señorita? All we’ve done is buy you some time. The suppressant’s effects will wear off all too soon.” I felt myself get a little sad hearing that news, but I figured it wouldn’t be that easy.

“You ready to go?” Leon asked and I nodded my head.

He put the other needle in his back pocket, standing up and followed me.

“In that case, we know what we have to do.” He closed his zippo lighter and grabbed the half broken metal pipe, that was sitting next to him and held it out like it was spear. “Then come, Sancho Panza! Let us rescue the Princes Dulcinea!” He said, walking in front of me as to try and protect me.

Leon rolled his eyes, walking past me to grab the pipe from him. “You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

“Hey! That was my lance! Okay, we hurry! I get it!” He exclaimed, but paused to let me walk ahead of him. “After you, señorita..”