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are you still writing? hope you're doing well

hiii guys! yes i am but life has had other plans and I’ve been crazy busy - and to make things worse ive gotten sick again :((

i hope to come back and write for u guys again asap 💔 stay safe out there !!

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not that anyone cares but im learning how to draw at my ripe old age just so i can share my oc’s with people. its not much but its honest work.

(p.s. would anyone even be interested in them)

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how many aura points do i lose for physically not being able to listen to the song “end of the beginning” by djo because i saw the most devastating voltron edit of all the paladins to that song. myb gang.

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my favorite genre of klance art is them post season 8. lance after allura, rocking the blue jacket and altean marks - and keith, a spitting image of his dad with that black / brown blazer

bonus points if lance is putting that one altean flower in keith’s hair.

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HIIII i heard ur requests were open so i was kinda hoping, since vld is doing a comeback that u would write abt it✊✊

soooo i was thinking about keith and a paladin!reader kinda hiding their relationship from the team and keith getting jealousss of someone in the team the reader is close to

Thank u for writing for vld!!!! i hope u understand my request!! im not rlly good at english;( BYE THANK UUUU💗💗💗💗

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╰─ ✧*̥ REQUEST • Jealousy | Keith Kogane

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i’ve been waiting for this !! thank you for requesting, and your english is beautiful !!

a/n: kinda rushed, not edited (will fix!)

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Things between you both had been official for a while now, however it was hard to really give yourselves the time you needed. With fighting for the universe and the burden that came with it, time for yourselves became sacred.

But despite it all, doubt never once planted itself in your mind. The worry of being left behind or pushed to the side never came.

However for Keith, things were a little different.

He loathed every moment spent away from you. His heart bounced across his chest just thinking of the next time he’d be able to just be beside you - even if it was in the middle of battle.

Though the other paladins would call him “distant” or “loner,” he secretly craved closeness - affection. Behind closed doors he was clingy, vulnerable under your gaze and your gaze only. Whenever he had the chance, he’d jump to you, holding you like it’d be the last time.

“Keith, I promise it’s okay,” you laughed, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold.

“I’m not letting you go until I have to.” His words left no room for negotiation. So you let him hold you, basking in the silence lost so often in the chaos of war.

Keith was officially back and leading the team as the pilot of the Black Lion. His time with the Blade - and more importantly with his mom - really helped him find himself. But he knew he wouldn’t be complete until he came back to you.

You completed him.

Small steps echoed outside the hangar, the size of the room amplifying the noise. There was no telling just how close the steps were so Keith hesitated to let you go. Both of you and strained to hear, preparing to move at any moment. By the time Pidge rounded the corner you both were separated by a 10ft pole, awkwardly pacing around the lion.

“Uhm, did I come at a bad time?”

You cleared your throat, trying to appear casual as Pidge raised an eyebrow, clearly picking up on the tension. "No, not at all," you hurried out. "We were just…checking on the lions. Routine maintenance, you know?”

Keith's jaw clenched as he avoided eye contact with Pidge, his arms crossed a little tighter than usual. It didn’t take a scientist to sense something was off, but she just shrugged.

"Well, if you’re done ‘checking out the lions,’" Pidge said with a smirk, "we’ve got a mission debrief in five minutes. Shiro wants everyone at the bridge ASAP. I think Lance mentioned something about you, specifically," she added, looking pointedly at you.

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face, but you could feel Keith's mood shift immediately at the mention of Lance. You glanced at him quickly, catching the glint in his eyes. Keith might have looked calm to anyone else, but you knew him well enough to pick up on the subtle signs of jealousy in his tightened posture and the way his gaze lingered just a bit longer than usual.

After Pidge left, you looked at him, chuckling softly. “Keith, it’s just Lance.”

Keith’s expression softened slightly, but he still had that guarded look in his eyes. “I know,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just… he’s always around you.”

You reached out, touching his hand gently. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

He sighed, looking down as he took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours briefly before letting go.

Something changed while Keith was gone, and whatever it was needed to end now. Lance’s pining towards you was taking the cake for most irritating thing in the Castle by far.

Just then, Lance’s voice echoed through the hangar over the intercom. “Hey, Y/N! If you don’t show up soon, I’m coming down there to drag you back myself!”

You shot Keith a look, suppressing a laugh. “See? No big deal.”

But as you walked away, you could feel his gaze on you, the weight of his unspoken worry residing in the back of your mind.

Keith watched you leave, his mind whirling with frustration he couldn’t put into words. Lance was harmless - he knew that. But every time he saw the two of you laughing or sharing a moment, that nagging feeling gnawed at him. What if one day, you started wanting someone else? Someone more open, less complicated than him?

“Keith?”

Your voice reeled him away from his thoughts. A pang of guilt hitting him suddenly. “Y-Yeah. Coming now. Just finishing up here,” he waved you off. “See you on the bridge.”

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The memory of your worried face had plagued him the entire way up to the bridge. Neither of you had anything to worry about when it came to your relationship, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“About time you showed up,” Lance dramatically sighed, slumping further back into his seat.

Keith ignored him, making his way towards the rest of the paladins. As he got closer, he managed to catch the tail end of the conversation between you and Shiro.

“Once that’s complete, Lance will accompany you back. Allura and I have things managed here.”

Shiros eyes looked past you, acknowledging Keith before he continued, “Keith, I’ll need you here. We need to compile all the info the Blade of Marmora was able to provide you. We’ll need all the help we can get.”

Keith nodded, though the frustration was building. He wanted to be the one going with you, ensuring your safety. Before he could ask Shiro why he had to stay back, Lance’s voice cut in, breaking his train of thought.

“No worries, Shiro. You can count on me!” Lance said with a confident grin, hopping up from his seat and giving you a playful nudge. “We’ll be in and out in no time.”

Keith’s jaw clenched, his gaze narrowing as he watched the interaction. Lance seemed oblivious, but you noticed the tension in Keith’s expression and shot him a reassuring glance.

“Let’s make it quick, though, okay?” You smiled politely, though your voice held a hint of awkwardness. “We’ve got a lot of things to do.”

But Lance, too preoccupied with his own jokes, just laughed. “Hey, it could be worse. You could’ve been stuck with Keith for this trip,” he teased, smirking as he lightly bumped your shoulder.

Without a second thought, Keith stepped forward, his voice sharp. “Back off, Lance,” he said, his tone carrying a searing edge.

The bridge fell silent. Allura and Hunk looked up, wide-eyed, while Shiro’s gaze shifted between Keith and Lance, his brow furrowed in confusion. Lance’s grin faded as he glanced over, raising an eyebrow.

“Whoa, what’s with the attitude, Keith?” Lance asked, trying to laugh it off, but Keith’s stare was intense, his fists clenched at his sides. His protective instincts had boiled over, leaving little room for rationality.

“If your just going to be an ass the whole trip there then I’ll go with Y/N,” Keith rolled his eyes, trying to lessen the earlier blow.

However Lance wasn’t putting up with it, giving Keith a pointed look. “Since when do you care so much? And so what, worried she’s not gonna like you anymore?”

“I said, back off.” Everyone’s eyes were on him now, the worry weighing on his heart even more obvious once his eyes met yours.

Shiro finally intervened, clearing his throat,“Alright, enough. We’re all on the same team here.”

Keith looked away, jaw clenched, but he took a step back, exhaling as he tried to reel in his emotions. His frustration still simmered, but Shiro’s words were enough to keep him from saying anything more.

Lance gave one last sideways glance at Keith before turning back to you with a shrug. “Guess we should get going before things get any more… intense.”

You shot him a warning look, hoping to keep things from spiraling any further, then looked back at Keith. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” you said softly, your voice filled with reassurance meant just for him. “Don’t lose your head, hot shot.”

Keith’s expression softened slightly as he looked at you, nodding. “Be careful,” he murmured, his voice losing its edge as his worry crept through.

As you two left the silence was thick, and it was clear to everyone on the bridge that there was something more behind his outburst. Questions brimmed on the tip of their tongues, but they held their breath - choosing otherwise.

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It had been hours before you finally returned from the mission. Giggling better yet, however it was ruined when Keith noticed you were giggling with Lance.

Walking down the hallway of the hangar, your voices bounced off the walls. Unbeknownst to you both, Keith sat idle by a work bench, fiddling with the computer. Pretending to be busy while also conveniently ease-dropping.

“Thanks Lance, really. Make sure to give these to Shiro,” you handed over the crate of items to him, pulling on the straps snuggly. “Now don’t drop it.”

“Hey, have some faith in me! You and Keith are always so mean to me,” he dramatically sighed, shifting the crate in his arms. “Oh, and speaking of Keith,” he paused for a second, watching for your reaction at the mention, “Can I ask something?”

You tilted your head, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice. "Ask about what?"

He hesitated, fiddling with the straps of the crate as he searched for the right words. It was clear he’d been thinking about this for a while, even if he was struggling to say it. He might act oblivious sometimes, but he’d noticed the small things - like the way Keith’s eyes only ever watch you, or how in a room full of people, Keith always finds you.

"I just…" he started, avoiding your gaze, "was wondering if there was something between you and—”

"Keith?" you finished for him, raising an eyebrow. You couldn’t help the small hint of a smile pushing past your lips.

Lance cringed backwards, caught red-handed in his curiosity. “Oh, come on. I’m not blind, you know!”

You tilted your head slightly, watching his expression shift between curiosity and awkwardness. "Why would you think that, Lance?" tone teetering along playful.

Lance shrugged, trying to play it off with his usual bravado. "Well, I dunno. He’s different when you’re around. Just seems like more than ‘team stuff.’" He paused, his tone softening a little as he added, “I mean, not that it’s weird or anything.”

A pang of guilt tugged at you for keeping it a secret, but you knew it was best for now. It’d have to stay this way until things calmed down. But a part of you hoped that sooner rather than later that change would come. The longer you went hiding it, the less you cared about keeping it a secret. Maybe later you’d take it up with Keith.

“Plus, it’s Keith of all people. It’s so weird,” a shiver ran through Lance, his almost comical fear of Keith pulling a few giggles out of you.

“Oh, relax. Keith isn’t so bad - ”

“He’s the meanest guy on the team!” Lance interjected, the crate shifting slightly in his hold. He continued his rant, too consumed by his exasperation to notice you pulling him away from the hangar.

"Seems like you’ve got bigger problems than I do, Lance," you teased, giving him a playful shove toward the door. "We’ll talk about this later. See you around, ‘ladies man.’"

The door shut before he could argue, muffled sulking on the other side of the door.

“‘Ladies man?’ Really?”

You jumped from your spot, eyes frantically searching the hangar before landing on a familiar head of hair.

“Keith! How long have you been standing there?!”

He shrugged, taking a few steps closer. "Long enough. Pretending to be useful," he teased, though his gaze lingered on you, an unmistakable warmth in his eyes. “Heard you were back, but saw that guy.”

“Keith? Jealous of Lance?” you laughed, copying his crossed arm stance. “Didn’t think I’d see the day.”

The wink you sent his way had nearly done him in, but his pride kept him standing.

He closed the space between you both, running his hand up your arm. “Whatever.”

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hot take but i just finished my rewatch of voltron after forgetting the show existed for six years and im convinced no one knew how to just have fun when it originally aired. with the way people talk ab this show you’d think they killed off the entire main cast and left the show off with no real solutions. there are so many flaws - especially in the last two seasons. however, this was still such a fun rewatch and im gonna miss my little paladins so so much :(

maybe some other time ill go more in depth on my thoughts, but for now i just rlly recommend ppl to rewatch the full show. it was worth it even with its flaws. nostalgia amirite lol

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╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔���𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱 music

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╰─ ✧*̥ Surf | Lance McLain | • 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄



"Hey, Dude!"

The World Surf finals are drawing near in Oahu, Hawaii, attracting only the best surfers from around the world - including your biggest rival, Lance McLain. Despite you both growing up on the same sun soaked beaches of Cuba, riding the same salty waves, a fierce rivalry was born along the way. Fans worldwide tune in to see surfing’s most formidable opponents: ‘Pretty Boy Lance’ and the iconic ‘Princess of the Seas.’ However this year, something feels different.

"Surf's Up!"

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"You a benny?"

This literary piece includes...

1) Surfer AU

2) VLD Cast Cameos

3) Surfer Lingo

"Nah, a local."

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"See ya around."

Began. 12.2.2024

Ended. Ongoing

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ik voltron is having a mini renaissance right now and im all for it - however. this silly show has brought back my hyper fixation and insane brain rot so. send in fic ideas xoxo

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╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ Peru | Leon Kennedy | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

PERU

• PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1 • Cyclops

CHAPTER 2 • Condor One

CHAPTER 3 • Without A Hitch

To be continued…

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╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ CH. 3 • Peru | Leon S. Kennedy

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WITHOUT A HITCH

October 21, 2011

Lima, Peru

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Leon made sure to remove the incessant voice in his ear and shoved the earpiece into his pocket.

When he walked in, his eyes dragged across the room before landing on you. You sat back, head down, and just barely catching him as he walked your way.

He was tall, wide, and stoic. Even dwarfing the room with his intimidating demeanor. Yet every step he took was quiet - purposeful.

"Leon," you stood, quickly jutting your hand out to meet his. "I'm -"

"Y/N L/N. Cyclops." His interjection wasn't meant to come off as rude, but it left your eyebrows raised in surprise. He didn't follow up with anything else, just shaking your hand and taking a seat.

The wood groaned under Leon's weight, and the room seemed to get a bit dimmer with him here. Something was off about his demeanor. His eyes seemed to beg for sleep, and his posture curled into himself.

You followed suit and took a seat, clearing your throat before speaking again. "Glad we're familiar. Hunnigan should be coming through soon. I'll get us a drink," you suggested, while taking out an earpiece for Leon to speak to Hunnigan. With the earpiece followed a black folder, the D.S.O. logo decorating the front.

Leon remained silent.

Instead of waiting for his response, you were already up and leaving. It had been less than a minute into the rendezvous and you were already seeking for a way out. The room had an unspoken tension that even left Leon shifting in his seat.

In an attempt to distract himself while you were gone, Leon fumbled with the items on the table. It only took a glance at the earpiece for him to recognize it.

Condor One '04

It was his old one. The writing on it took him back to missions with Hunnigan. Without a second thought he fit it into place, tapping in.

"Condor One? Long time no see," Hunnigan smiled on the opposite end.

"Long time no see, Roost." Hearing Hunnigans voice after so long was like a wave of relief. The familiarity sending Leon back in time. "It's just me right now."

"Ah, so you've met Y/N. Recognize her?"

"Sure," he lied. His memory failed to remind him of brief passerby's in the office with you or short conversations in the hallways. But tonight, that wasn't what he was focused on.

"Y'know, I'm kind of disappointed in you," Leon jokingly sighed, a playful hint in his words.

Hunnigan could only laugh. "Oh, how so?" Her smile could be heard through her words. It was amusing to hear Leon hadn't changed from the sulky boy he was last time they spoke.

"Couldn't do so much as to tell me about my assigned partner; had to do the work myself." Though his words were half-joking, and he knew Hunnigan had next to no reason to reach out, he figured maybe she'd warn him at the least.

Hunnigan sighed, an audible tsk coming through, "I figured that was Jill's job."

"Well, don't leave me out of the fun now," Leon stretched back into the chair, sparing a glance at your figure only a few feet a way.

Hunnigan struggled on the other end, no words fully being able to describe you. There also wasn't much she could share anyway. You were truly a special case.

"Well, she's a great shot. I can tell you that much," Hunnigan sighed, the sound of her nails tapping against her desk coming through softly.

"Besides that, she's as stubborn as a donkey and has an attitude that'll even give Jill a run for her money."

Just the idea made Leon scoff in amusement. "Didn't take her as the type."

Leon turned his gaze to your figure walking back to the table. You set down the drinks before tapping into your earpiece. "Cyclops to Sentinel? We're online."

Sentinel? Leon's eyebrows rose at Hunnigans new call sign. A sentinel was meant to be a soldier or guard who stands to keep watch. As the name suggested, Hunnigan was on watch no matter what. She had eyes and ears everywhere.

Holding the warm cup in his hands, he stared into the dark liquid, mulling over Hunnigans new callsign. "It's fitting."

"I'm sure she won't mind if you keep using 'Roost'," you shrugged, paying no mind to the tone in Leon's voice. It wasn't like he had an issue using Sentinel, but the reassurance of her old name just stuck better.

He took a sip of the drink, immediately taken a back by the order. He shot you a curious glance and a raised brow. It was made just how he liked it.

"Courtesy of Hunnigan."

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You lost track of how long you'd been in the cafe. Hunnigan spoke about a lot without speaking about anything. It was like following leads that only dragged you into circles.

"The intel we have is limited, but come tomorrow we will have a hit planned," Hunnigan assured you both.

"I'd like to get this done sooner rather than later," you sighed. Being a sitting duck in the mountains for three weeks had definitely taken its toll. If you weren't impatient before, you were now.

"Nothing you're not capable of," Hunnigan smiled on the other end. It felt more like she was trying to convince herself, but her effort is what counts. "I'll send coordinates to you both when we have a more precise location. In the meantime, you've been provided some of his more personal files."

Leon shifted the documents in his direction and flipped his way towards the files Hunnigan was referring to. The files were pages long and entailed all of Chavez' personal matters. Even his family.

Hunnigans voice came out again, and much more serious. "Use it however you seem fit."

You noticed how Leon's jaw tensed, and his brows dropped a bit further down. His eyes seemed to look through the paper instead of at it. He hovered over the page a few beats longer before responding back to Hunnigan.

"Thanks Hun, we'll take it from here."

"Thanks Hunnigan, talk soon," you tapped your earpiece, ending the call before turning to Leon.

"You seem excited, no?"

Leon set his cup to the side, leaning onto his elbows. He stared at his hands in thought before a sigh left his lips. He had something weighing on his mind. "You know," he began looking back up to you, "I found it weird your file was next to empty."

It was a weird comment, and your head tilted in confusion. "I don't follow."

"Your file was empty," he repeated, but this time with more conviction. "Even Jill acknowledged it." He hoped mentioning Jill would've sparked a small reaction out of you, but you still stared through him - almost bored.

Unsatisfied with the direction of the situation, Leon sat back up. "I think I'd be familiar with the supposed best sniper the D.S.O. has to offer, no?"

You shrugged, still nonchalant about the topic. "You flatter me."

"You running from something?"

"You questioning my integrity, Kennedy?" You narrowed your eyes onto him, the lights from the cafe no longer reflecting in your eyes.

"Handsome spotter by the way."

Your back tensed immediately. It felt like a frog was caught in your throat, and it took all of your self-restraint to not claw at the hives forming on your neck. "Excuse me?"

Finally. Leon started to get momentum. "Elliot Hughes? Codename Havoc? That's your spotter right?"

A void opened up in your gut. In an effort to keep up, you could only swallow the doubt and nod. "He's not up for grabs. There's plenty of other spotters on the market."

"It's impressive. You two have been partners for how long now?"

"Since '03."

Leon feigned surprise, looking at you incredulously. "Eight years is impressive.” Before he continued to speak, he pulled a crumbled mess of the file Jill oh-so-graciously lended him.

A file you were oh-so-graciously familiar with. "How do you have th-"

"Courtesy of Jill."

Instead of a feeling of uneasiness, fury began to boil in your gut. Jill would've never ratted you out. Leon mocking your previous words earlier only fueled the fire.

He turned the paper to you, before pointing at it in accusation. "You didn't join the D.S.O. until 2009." His finger traced down the short sections before landing on a portion reserved for an agents prior history, all of which was redacted.

"Care to share what you were up to beforehand?"

"I don't understand what this is about Kennedy," you breathed through a clenched jaw, "but if you insist on riding my ass about everything, why don't you ask Hunnigan?"

What you didn't know was that Hunnigan had been working overtime prior to the rendezvous to avoid Leon, and was even going as far as to leave a trail of misinformation away from you. Hunnigan knew Leon would be the first to raise the flag of suspicion.

You leaned back against the old chair, crossing your arms and tightening your features. You'd be dammed if you let anything slip. "I'm just here to do my job, and I suggest you follow suit."

Leon's jaw ticked, the shadow only visible under the dim lights of the cafe. He had one last question to ask, one last blow to the chest.

"You're lying about Elliot, aren't you?"

Your hands found purchase on the sides of the chair, gripping the little life left in the seat. "What could I possibly be lying about?" you scoffed.

"Elliot Hughes is a dead man." Leon slammed the file down with his palm, shoving it in your direction. "The D.S.O didn't even do you the favor of pretending he's your spotter."

It was so much information so quick. You couldn't hide the fear or frustration in your face anymore. The least you could do was stay silent.

Even as Leon returned to leaning forward onto his elbows and stared at you with a nasty glare, you sat silent. Anything you said now could be and would be used against you.

The tension in the room was suddenly overwhelming. The chairs were too close, the AC was too low, and the lights were too bright. The new claustrophobic feeling on top of the raging fire and burn of bile set off your fight or flight.

"So, do I need to ask you again?" Leon muttered. It was obvious he had gotten deep under your skin, but that was the intention. Leon would stop at nothing to sniff out a rat.

"Don't bother," you stood quickly, almost sending the chair falling backwards. "We're done here."

You moved quick, leaving your drink to get cold and the earpiece in Leon's hands. His eyes only followed to acknowledge you leaving. The sound of the door chiming music to his ears.

"Y/N?" Elliot's voice came through nervously, a tinge of worry in his words.

He watched you storm out of the cafe and race across the town square - fumes practically spewing from your ears.

"Pack up. We're leaving." Nothing about your tone seemed negotiable, so Elliot just nodded to himself and got to work. Disassembling the rifle and packing away excess gear.

The mere idea of another agent figuring out your true dealings with the D.S.O sent your stomach falling into itself, but now that Leon of all people caught wind of it, it was even worse. One wrong move on your part, and he'd have it all coming down in no time. Perks of being a government lapdog, and not to mention their favorite.

Elliot caught himself before asking anything else, tapping out of comms. "Hunnigan is going to be pissed."

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Loud footsteps boomed across the foyer, into the elevator, out into the hallways, before stumbling into the hotel room. You couldn't help but reach up to hold onto the tips of your ears to cool off the heat of humiliation.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck this," you ripped the earpiece out of your ear. You needed to leave before Leon ratted you out. All of Jill's efforts to help you out, and Hunnigans begrudging attitude to join would be in vain.

Barely tripping over your own feet, you threw your suitcase onto the bed. Yet, before you could even begin packing the earpiece lit up in your hands. It was tempting to ignore, but if it was an emergency? If it was Elliot? If it was -

You put the earpiece back in place, tapping in. "This is Cyclops."

A puff of air blew through the speaker. "It's just me."

"Am I supposed to be jumping for joy," you bit before stuttering out another breath. "Sorry, Ell."

On the other side of the line, Elliot fiddled with the hem of his shirt. He was back in his own room, and the thought of you a few hours prior had yet to leave his mind. "I just wanted to check in on you," he said quietly.

A brief silence hung over the both of you before Elliot spoke again. "Before you ask, I haven't packed."

"Don't worry about it," you sighed, reaching up to rub your temples. "I'll talk to Hunnigan about it tomorrow."

"Ok."

"Goodnight, Ell," you didn't spare another second before tapping out of the call.

This time you took the earpiece and chucked it across the room. You couldn't help but continue to seethe through gritted teeth. It almost hurt to breathe. The urge to dissolve into the floor was stronger than ever; however, the closest way to achieve that would be wallowing in the bed sheets.

You dropped the suitcase back onto the ground, carrying your limbs over the stretch of the bed. Just the mere idea of suffocating in the soft mix of linen and cotton was enough to distract your mind from tomorrow. Tomorrow, when you'd have to speak to Hunnigan.

Tomorrow, when you'd have to speak to Elliot.

Tomorrow, when you'd have to speak with Leon.

Before you could let the bed envelop you and your thoughts, your eyes caught the flicker of the towns lights outside. It was a moment of peace, however fleeting. People were now shuffling their ways home, dragging along drunk coworkers and friends. Some people looked to be on dates, cuddled up to keep warm. Others focused on closing down their stores, calling and telling loved ones they were on the way home.

Normalcy. Oh, how I envy you.

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╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ CH. 2 • Peru | Leon S. Kennedy

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CONDOR ONE

October 20, 2011

Berlin, Germany

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"Can't catch a break," Leon whispered to himself. He stared down at the message from Jill, letting him know she was in town and needed to talk. "Never can catch a break."

Leon pulled himself off the adorned street lamp, casting a long shadow across the brick ground. The plaza was empty. The lights were the only sign that people were once there. It felt warm, like a dream. His flight out would be in a few hours - early morning - but he had to come here at least once. Just to bathe in the normalcy a city plaza gave.

The restaurants and cafes had closed hours ago, but Leon walked slowly past them. His eyes filtering through the dark windows. His phone lightly buzzed, but he ignored it. Jill wouldn't be in town if it didn't mean a new assignment. An assignment the BSAA didn't want to deal with. Home was just a flight away, but he knew turning down a mission wasn't an option.

Leon plucked his phone back out of his pocket, swiping to see what else Jill had sent.

"I'll tell you the details tomorrow morning. Sorry, Leon. See you then."

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The sun was up in just a few hours, much to Leon's dismay. Moving swiftly through the thin crowd of people, he was back at the plaza, where Jill said she'd be.

"You're early," a voice cut through, accompanied by a hand on his shoulder. Leon didn't have to turn to recognize Jill's voice. "Come with me."

Leon was led to a pavement cafe, where chairs and tables were laid out across the plaza's center. The early morning sun beat down on them both.

"Here," Jill spoke first, placing a small folder in front of Leon labeled with the BSAA logo.

Leon huffed, "Good morning to you too. What's this?"

"Chris has been on my ass about this case. He wants me to hand this mission over to someone else. The BSAA is stretched thin, and they think we can't spare the resources for Chavez. Doesn't want to bother with it. Bigger fish to fry, I guess."

Bigger fish to fry?

Rolling his eyes, Leon fidgeted with the folder, opening it only slightly to see the contents inside.

"It's a case on Emilio Chavez, that one guy they keep complaining about on the news."

"Yeah," Leon sighed, "I'm familiar."

The D.S.O. has been trying to get rid of this guy for years at this point. Chavez was a corrupt politician and previous Umbrella patron. Nowadays, there's talk he funds bioweapon research for his own personal use.

"I thought we dealt with this guy years ago?"

"We never properly dealt with him; we just buried the problem under bigger ones." Jill squinted, shielding her face from the sun.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" Leon asked, frustration clear on his face and laced in his words.

"Assassinate him. Then you can go home."

Leon paused just to look pointedly back up at Jill. He dropped the file back on the table, "I'm not a hitman."

"I know," Jill grimaced at Leon's tone. She knew Leon well enough to know he would never agree to a flat out assassination. She waved towards the folder, "You'll find the information on your partner in there."

Looking back into the folder, Leon pulled out a paper plastered with your name and face. Everything he'd need to know, and only that.

"Not much on here. You sure this is even a real person?"

"Give me some credit; it was hard enough just to track her name down," Jill jokingly pleaded. "I've only talked to her once or twice. She's a catch."

"Sounds like you're setting me up on a date," Leon joked absentmindedly, scanning your file.

Jill ignored his statement, continuing, "She'll be doing the dirty work for you. She's the D.S.O.'s best sniper."

This fact piqued Leon's interest. No wonder he hadn't heard of you. You seemed to have a knack for going under the radar. A fact that rubbed Leon the wrong way.

He continued to skim through the short paragraphs, only stopping when he read the name of your F.O.S. agent.

"Hunnigan?" Leon sounded surprised. He hadn't talked to Hunnigan in months, and if he was being honest, his new partner wasn't half the agent that Hunnigan was. He missed the thoroughness only Hunnigan was capable of. "Small world."

"Y/N is already in Lima. You'll meet her there. I'm sure your F.O.S. agent will let you know."

Leon scoffed at her statement, leaning back in his chair. "I'll be surprised if she even knows how to turn her computer on."

"Then do yourself the favor and look through those files beforehand." Jill glanced sparingly at her watch before standing up from her seat.

Just before leaving Jill tapped the table, briefly catching Leon's attention one last time. "You should get some sleep. You look like you need it."

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Leon didn't get any sleep. He had been awake for over 24 hours by the time he arrived in Lima. The weather was warmer, and Leon welcomed it with open arms. It was comfortable enough to lull him to sleep.

He found himself in the middle of the town square, much like you just a few moments ago, staring up into the lights that adorned the city streets. They really could replace the stars.

"Condor One. She's arrived," spoke his F.O.S. agent, Harper. "Wouldn't want to give the wrong impression being late."

Leon sped up his pace without a word, opting to ignore whatever Harper was trying to relay to him. She really was just a half-ass excuse of an F.O.S. agent. She was a plethora of things, but 'good at her job' wasn't one of them. They'd only been paired up for a few months, yet she's managed to almost get him killed more times than Leon cared to count. Anything she could be saying now just fell on deaf ears.

He rounded a corner before being met with the cozy environment that was Cafe Central. Leon peered through the window briefly before landing on you. At least, who he hoped was you.

"She's here already, you said?" Leon asked his earpiece. Harper confirmed his question, yet it didn't ease his suspicions.

Your gaze was hardened and sharp. You seemed to be mumbling a few words under your breath. Maybe talking to Hunnigan, or maybe talking to yourself. Compared to the picture Jill provided, Leon, you were older. Your hair was longer. Your features were sharper. Your eyes were trained. A perfectly tailored product of war.

"Close enough," Leon sighed before walking through the doors of the cafe.

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╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ CH. 1 • Peru | Leon S. Kennedy

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CYCLOPS

October 21, 2011

Andes Mountains, Peru

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The days were still warm, but you knew that soon cold nights would bleed into cold days and then stretch into cold weeks.

You were perched up on a platform overlooking the mountain range with a rifle in between your arms. The cold wind stung at your face, despite the balaclava wrapped around your head. The metal of your rifle was like ice against your skin.

You were scouting for a man named Emilio Chavez, another rich man funding bioweapon research. Picking up where Umbrella left off.

Being assigned this mission was initially no big deal, but your patience was running thin. It had already been three weeks of staring at the same abandoned Umbrella facilities day in and day out, yet there was no sign of Chavez.

It was tempting to opt out of the mission, but as the D.S.O's top sniper, saying no was never an option. You had bills to pay, and if risking your life in foreign countries was the only way, it'd have to do. At least, that's what you told yourself.

"Sentinel to Cyclops, do you read me? Over." It was Hunnigan.

"I read. Over." Hunnigan and you were new partners, and you could tell she was still used to her former partner, Leon S. Kennedy. She wasn't very enthusiastic the first few days on the job, but you couldn't blame her. To be fair, anyone would be disappointed to be separated from the D.S.O.'s golden boy.

"Slight change of plans. We've re-tracked Chavez down. He's in Lima for a business exchange. You'll strike there," Hunnigan said, sounding somewhat bored and exhausted.

You reached back up to your earpiece. "No need to sound so excited. Moving out now, over."

"We have field agents infiltrating the exchange. Don't shoot friendlies."

"That was one time, and he didn't even die," you yawned, already getting up to pack your gear.

"But it happened nonetheless." You could just imagine Hunnigan's unamused expression. Probably deadpanning at her monitor or pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

To explain, you were on a mission in Las Vegas a few months ago. Thinking back on it, you don't even remember the target's name. You were perched in a hotel room window, watching a formal dinner on the opposite hotel balcony. Field agents were scattered all throughout the party. It wasn't a big deal; the agent just happened to move as you fired the trigger. The target still died, and the agent lived, so what's the big deal?

"Thanks to you, we now warn agents when you're the one behind the trigger."

"Consider me flattered," you said dryly. As much of a great partner Hunnigan was, you wished she wouldn't treat you like some delinquent. Her expectations of you were definitely sky high after having a partner like Leon for so many years.

Leon was assigned to a different F.O.S. agent about a year ago. The intensity of his missions began to ramp up after Spain, and ever since, he's been assigned a S-tier off-field agent. No one ever knows what that guy is doing now.

"Sentinel to Cyclops; EVAC is on the way. Over." You could already hear the chopper blades whirring in the distance.

"Over and Out."

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This was the first time in the last three weeks that you had the chance to take in the sights that the city of Lima offered. It was a quick change of pace from the snow-capped mountains you were due to return to soon enough. The streets were warm with vibrant colors and loud music, and in the distance were cheers from crowds of people huddled around TV screens, watching the latest football games.

You wore a simple outfit, or really the only other outfit you had that wasn't a uniform or thermal. Hunnigan informed you during the flight that you'd be paired up with Leon for the remainder of the mission, so it was time to get to know him outside of mission debriefs. So, this outfit would have to do.

"Y/N, have you found Cafe Central yet?" Hunnigan perked up in your ears, seemingly more excited by the sudden change of events.

"Trying. I'm not exactly a local though, so it's taking a minute," you sighed, doing a 360 to take in the sights and sounds of the city square. The dark and cloudy sky complimented Lima's nightlife perfectly; the lights set in front of shops replaced the stars and vibrantly flickered different colors. You could've sat there for hours admiring the warm yellow glow the city gave off.

"Don't worry, Hunni, you'll have a chance to talk to your golden boy soon enough," you reassured her, laughing softly at her disgruntled response. You couldn't deny, though, that you were also just as excited. Even though this wasn't the first time you'd spoken to Leon, it'd definitely be the first real conversation you'd have with him.

Leon has always been somewhat of an enigma. He disappears a lot more often from the office and tends to always return looking far worse than he left. You wondered what state he'd be in when you found the cafe.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a sudden radio in through your earpiece.

"Havoc to Cyclops; coast is clear," it was the voice of Elliot, your spotter, and best friend.

"Thanks, Ell." You grinned; he always had you covered. Even on days where he had to watch your back for hours at a time, he never turned an opportunity down.

Your eyes dragged across the rooftops until you saw a brief flash, a flicker of reassurance. His way of saying you were going to be okay.

"Anything for the little lady. Just stay safe out there, and get back safely. Havoc over and out."

Elliot cut the line off before you could get another word in. One more flicker, and he went dark. He was flirty by nature, and teased you at every chance he could get. It reminded you of yourself towards Hunnigan, minus the flirting.

After a bit of searching, you finally spotted Cafe Central nestled in a corner, its ambiance a welcome escape from the bustling surroundings. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the comforting hum of conversations enveloped you as you walked in. There was no sign of Leon yet, so you spotted an empty table and decided to settle in.

"Tell your little boyfriend that I'm not waiting longer than I need to, so he better pick up the pace," you yawned, leaning into the back of the hollow chair. It's definitely seen better days.

"You're pretty impatient for a sniper."

"Only when I can spare."

As if on que, the door chimed, and there he was. Clad in his sheepskin leather jacket, white tee, and tattered blue jeans.

Leon S. Kennedy.

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╰─ ✧*̥ 𝐌𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 爱

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╰─ ✧*̥ Peru | Leon Kennedy | • 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

A Sight For Sore Eyes

Y/N and Leon's relationship has been strictly professional up until a mission gone rogue pairs them up for the long run. Peru seems to hold other plans for the duo, and their relationship changes drastically. No matter the circumstances, they won't be able to leave until the mission succeeds. Will they find themselves becoming a formidable duo, or find themselves in flag covered coffins...

"I won't leave you behind."

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"You're A Decent Shot."

This literary piece includes...

1) Explicit Intimacy

2) Lore Inconsistencies

3) Use of Explicative's

“I'm A Great Shot."

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Started: 01.28.2024

Ended: Ongoing

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